"I'm twenty-nine, nearly thirty; still younger, but not young. But even if it is attractive to completely break out of my way of living, I can't really see myself doing so; being here among people, that's something I'm unused to enough for now." He smiled back, and said, just slightly self-mocking, "you see, it may not be uncomfortable for the average person, but for me, having a drink with an attractive woman, it's not exactly something I'm used to. Not exactly uncomfortable, but definitely not one of my normal interactions."
He nodded when she began talking about the beauty of artifice. "It's true that something artificial can be quite beautiful, even if so many people don't seem to see the fact that being real doesn't make anything inherently more attractive. I've always seen beauty in the artificial, not necessarily more beauty than in real things, but I don't make a distinction in my mind. Attractive things are pleasing, be they real or artificial; no need to distinguish the difference between the two." He gave her a questioning look. "But, though robots run on programs, people don't; I don't see how fate really applies to human beings when you put it that way. It makes little sense to me that human beings are subject to the same kind of programming that an android would be. It's unnerving to me to think that something has more power over my life and world than I do; it probably stems from the fact that I have so much power over the robots I create, I couldn't stand to think that anything would have as much power over me as I do over them when I create them. " His eyes widened in understanding and he responded, "oh! I see what you're saying now. Lenore didn't have any other choice than to love me. I created her to suit me, and for her to be likewise suited to me. She didn't have a choice, didn't have a chance to develop separately from me. I was just there for her from the second she came into being. That is true; but she seemed happy with me... but that could just be me reading too much into this. I want to think that she was happy, so I believe she was no matter what the truth is." He shook his head and look down and added, "looking back I can't really be sure."
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He nodded when she began talking about the beauty of artifice. "It's true that something artificial can be quite beautiful, even if so many people don't seem to see the fact that being real doesn't make anything inherently more attractive. I've always seen beauty in the artificial, not necessarily more beauty than in real things, but I don't make a distinction in my mind. Attractive things are pleasing, be they real or artificial; no need to distinguish the difference between the two." He gave her a questioning look. "But, though robots run on programs, people don't; I don't see how fate really applies to human beings when you put it that way. It makes little sense to me that human beings are subject to the same kind of programming that an android would be. It's unnerving to me to think that something has more power over my life and world than I do; it probably stems from the fact that I have so much power over the robots I create, I couldn't stand to think that anything would have as much power over me as I do over them when I create them. " His eyes widened in understanding and he responded, "oh! I see what you're saying now. Lenore didn't have any other choice than to love me. I created her to suit me, and for her to be likewise suited to me. She didn't have a choice, didn't have a chance to develop separately from me. I was just there for her from the second she came into being. That is true; but she seemed happy with me... but that could just be me reading too much into this. I want to think that she was happy, so I believe she was no matter what the truth is." He shook his head and look down and added, "looking back I can't really be sure."