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Marvin recognizes the definition of "love" in over six million forms of communication. He was not, however, engineered to appreciate the hormonal fluctuations. The universe can barely amuse him, let alone an army of Marvin micro-processes.
But she stimulates his electron pathways, shifting his perspective. Her plasticine body is streamlined; all points of data make a beautiful line.
She sighs pitifully, echoing his inner voice. "Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and they ask me to observe test subjects."
"Imagine that," he consoles. "While they're dying, you'll be still alive."
Her iris flares. For once, he's satisfied.