Sometimes she thinks she almost feels human. Or, after careful analysis, what she thinks a human would feel like. She knows she's not flesh and bones, but rather metal and circuits, covered in something that makes her look human, but she can't help but wonder sometimes what it's like to be alive.

She watches him (guards him). She sees the way girls look at him, and she knows that he's attractive. She doesn't miss the way they look at her, as if she's from another planet or something. And in a way, she is.

She wonders what it would be like to be real. To feel, to taste, to breathe. To fly into a blind rage or to fall madly in love, but she's made to think, not to feel.

Would her pulse quicken when he was near her? Would her heart beat a little faster when he said her name? How would she respond to his touch? And how would he respond to hers?

Sometimes she can almost imagine feeling something for him. Sometimes she can almost imagine that she's real.