“Then, I will do as you ask...  I will restrain her if possible, but, if the necessity arises she will be terminated.”  The machine said, looking down on the smaller female, those cold blue eyes scanning her face, for any hint of emotion.  “I will make sure it is done quickly, and make a point to be sure your body doesn’t experience any more trauma then is necessary.”  It was then the machine noticed something odd about to occur.<br/><br/>Why had Corrine’s eyes closed?  What was the purpose of her leaning forward?  What was the point of those soft caressing fingers?<br/><br/>The fingers caressing her own soft pseudo-skin, felt oddly...  Pleasant perhaps?  Then, the truly unexpected happen the beautiful woman had pressed her lips to Elohim’s, the machine’s mind raced, trying to catalogue this particular gesture.<br/><br/>Kiss...  A show of affection, passion, lust?  Why had she brushed lips with her?  She, was a weapon...  It didn’t compute.  While this string of thought went on in her head, Elohim’s body acted without a direct command from the computer that was her mind.  Those cold metal hands lifted, caressing the psychic vampire’s cheeks as her full lips pressed against Corrine’s.<br/><br/>I have been kissed.<br/><br/>When it ended, the mechanical maiden brushed a few rogue strands out of her eyes, and gazed down at Corrine.  “Corrine...  Why did you kiss me?”  Was their a hin of emotion in that cold voice?  It was hard to tell, yet, there was no changing in the machine’s aura.