It was all like one big deja vuz. She was saying the same things, making the same moves (maybe a little different since she seemed more foreword and abrassive about showing off the body he made for her), it was like she was never here and was never turned on. She looked up at him again, another long look that had him lost looking through her glassy orbs as if they were as real as any other humans. Still that little cricket of conscience was in the back of his mind telling him the truth, the truth that she was just gears and motors running to simulate everything. He wished he could just turn it off, but that was the curse of humanity, the ability to never forget anything that was worth remembering.<br/><br/>He shook himself from his thougt to hear her talk about being snowed in and cuddling. He signed happily and pulled her up into his lap and brought her in close. "Well then I guess we should get started huh?"