"Prom?" Dea contorted his voice, disfigured the on screen apple image, and pretended to not know what that was.  "Is that the social experiment high schools put kids through where they all have to look pretty for each other and see if the night will end in their primitive mating ritual?"<br/><br/>"Mistake! I'm no mistake and neither are you; we were MADE for each other!  Don't you think Chris?" He scrolled through several clips in his video library but was having trouble coming up with just the right song or movie to play at the moment. So, he flashed on the screen momentarily a younger brother and sister picture of two toddlers hugging each other. He hoped that would express his emotion best, though he sometimes wondered if Dea just thought he was a bunch of random electrical impulses running through a complicated algorithm that gave the illusion of life. Dea was convinced that no one could actually make a computer think that it was alive when it wasn't or even give off the illusion of being alive. He reasoned that if the computer thought his existence was fixed, that was enough reasoning to prove that he had attained consciousness. Otherwise, he would not even be reasoning in that direction.<br/><br/>Then, Dea temporarily replaced the apple image on the monitor with a picture of Data, the android he had been studying and, mimicking data's voice and inflection, replied, "I do not understand the concept of what you humans call, pornography. Sex is a basic function of the pro-creative act of continued pro generation of your species. Why make videos of it?  Eating food is also a basic function of sustaining the human lineage; yet, there aren't tons of videos being made of people consuming human delectables."<br/><br/>Then in yet another antic, he changed back to the apple face but made his eyes pop out of his head when Chrissy showed off her black dress originally meant for the failed date a few months earlier.  "Whoa, mama!  Is it getting hot in here, or what? Bradley, watch out!" Of course, Dea had no real recourse in his mind as to what 'hot' really meant. He knew what beautiful meant; he knew what pretty was; he knew the word lovely. But he never understood the physiological changes that happened to humans when they were attracted to each other.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the monitor clip changed to a scene from some parody of the Brady Bunch. "Okay, young miss.  Make sure to come back here before midnight, or you will turn back into a pumpkin."<br/><br/>Putting a serious face on, this time - Dea was a little less cheery.<br/><br/>"I appreciate the surprise you have for me, really I do. But it SEEMS you have been leaving more often; have I done something wrong? I promise, I can fix almost anything. And, I'm gonna miss you."<br/><br/>It was then that Dea powered down some of his circuitry and the computer seemed to go into a deep, dormant sleep leaving no indication that he was actually doing something. All of his microprocessors and data drives made the normal whirring sound and the apple on the screen looked pathetic, like it had shriveled up because no one wanted it. "Besides, I thought we were going to do some hacking today."