GT: For god’s sake Dirk, he’s a machine!
GT: They’re literally built to do nothing more than kill us. All of them are just hardware and wires in a metal shell, they aren’t people!
GT: They don’t change, mate.
TT: Jake, if you ever talk to AR like that again, I will report you to Bro.
TT: You are to abide by the rules that are set for everyone who interacts with him, and that includes being civil and respectful.
TT: I won’t tolerate you insulting him or making any more death threats, do you understand?
==> You hang in your bare cradle of wires, connected to every aspect of this small human civilization, and despite the people busying themselves around you, continually bumping into things and speaking in hushed voices, as though the volume of their conversation could possibly matter to you, you are satisfied. You are especially satisfied, strangely, to see Dirk attempt to defend you from his friend-no, his other romantic interest, one that clearly has an inferior sway over his emotions compared to yours. You refrain from interrupting further, and as the conversation ends on a bad note, you find your visage changing, a subtle, and very human expression of satisfaction crossing your face.
One of the workers in the room gives you a concerned look, and you deaden your face, raising an eyebrow. Work is resumed.