The mechanical woman looked down at Corrine, those blue eyes seemed intently hyper focused on her beautiful form.  Truth be told though, the doll was as much focussed inward as she was outward.<br/><br/>“You care for me?”  Once more their was the hint of something, barely perceptible hiding behind that sweet yet monotone voice.  Still though, that odd aura of her’s never once flickered or twisted.  It remained constant, much like the machine that it was linked to.<br/><br/>She cares?<br/><br/>Had anyone ever said those words to her?  Elohim looked into Corrine’s eyes, her face completely blank , as the computer system that was her mind quickly scanned through her past looking for an occurrence that was similar to this one.  None of her previous encounters were anything like this, she had heard need before, but only in the sense of a human needing an object such as a sword or a gun.  Never once, had those ‘ears’ heard I care.<br/><br/>She took a step forward, the ‘heel’ of her ‘boot’ clicked against the surface of the floor bringing her a step closer to Corrine.  Was it possible that this woman, saw her as more then the sum of her parts?  An entity perhaps?  She couldn’t be sure, but, one did not care for something that was an object...  That much she had learned.<br/><br/>Elohim took another step forward, this time, she was close enough so flesh brushed against her artificial skin.  Her metallic golden hair currently hung in front of her face, obscuring that ever present vacant expression.  The machine’s full breasts rubbed against the psychic vampires, they felt much the same as any other woman’s though, a bit cool to the touch like the rest of her artificial dermal layer.<br/><br/>“Corrine.”  She said, the machine had no idea how to respond to those strange words.  Her logic drives weren’t meant to process such information, yet, her words sparked something within her.  A flicker, of something oddly primal, which was held in check by the laws of logic.<br/><br/>She had to respond!<br/><br/>A thought pushed its way to the surface, often times when she was in the process of being developed she had seen humans with arms wrapped around each other.  It, was called a hug...  It was meant to emphasise closeness or that was what her systems had told her.  Soon, those steel arms wrapped gently against the psychic vampre.<br/><br/>“I understand...”  She looked downward, those odd eyes never once left Corrine’s.  “Thank you Corrine... for caring.”