“What will I do?”  The machine said as the woman rested a hand upon her ‘skin.’  It felt much the same as any human’s, though it seemed a bit lower in temperature.  She found physical contact to be an oddity, yet, touching seemed to be ingrained behaviour for most living creatures so she allowed herself to experience the interesting sensation.<br/><br/>“I suspect I will either be deactivated, or used too quell and possible uprising.  I am a weapon, and once a weapon is no longer necessary it is disposed of, is it not?”  The look on her face didn't seem to change.<br/><br/>"Perhaps,  I will simply have to find another purpose?"