P.I.X.A.L. smiled, reaching out her hand to touch the silent, falling snow. She smiled, her sensors detecting the temperature. It was currently minus thirty-six degrees.
"P.I.X.A.L.? Why are you out here? It is negative thirty-six degrees Fahrenheit. Your sensors may not be able to handle the cold."
She turned around to face Zane.
"Hello, Zane. The cold should not interfere with my sensors; I am built to resist far more than negative thirty-six degrees Fahrenheit."
He smiled. "Alright. The snow is quite beautiful, is it not?"
"It is. I enjoy seeing the bright white. It brings back...pleasant memories." She smiled, then turned to Zane. "I am just a robot. Why do I have...memories? And why do I call them pleasant? That is a purely...human trait. I am programmed to serve. Protect. Why do I feel these things?"
Zane gazed at P.I.X.A.L. with his icy blue eyes. "It is true that we are programmed to do certain things...but...we are autonomous. We can think on our own, and we are lucky to be able to. We think, thus we can feel. Humans think. Thinking enables feeling, and feeling enables humanity. So, we are robots, P.I.X.A.L., but we can feel. We are...slightly human."
P.I.X.A.L. smiled. "I am willing to accept that. I can think. I can feel. Wecan think. Wecan feel." She frowned. "It feels...eccentric, does it not?"
Zane nodded. "See? You are expressing emotion." His smile got wider. "But yes, I understand. It is odd."
She smiled. "If...we are even partially human, then...we are in love?"
Zane nodded again, pulling P.I.X.A.L. closer. "Yes. I believe we are in love."
