After the beating, Jack's roommate had a change of heart. A disciplinary system was established. Jack could go on his date on Friday, but for each failure on his part, an inch of his tail would be cut off. Repeated assault would forfeit the tail entirely. After that, it was his life.
Jack sat on his bed sighing.
"At least you get to go," the minibot smirked beside him, "You won't fuck up; I know it! I have full faith in you!"
"You're worse than those stupid Cheer-bots I made once."
"You love me, though, don't you?"
"Well, let's see. You're a miniature replica of myself. Right now, I'm not feeling too good about myself. So your answer is… no."
"Oh," the bot said, crestfallen.
As Jack stared at the tiny thing, he got a brilliant idea.
"You wanna go on the date with me?"
"Huh?"
"Yeah, I need a second set of eyes. I want to know what I'm doing wrong. How much footage can you're camera hold?"
"It's digital, so about forty hours."
"Awesome. Great, you're coming with me. You'll sit in my pocket and record everything."
"I guess…"
"What's the matter?"
"I… Wouldn't that be a violation of Kimiko's privacy?" the bot thought aloud.
"No," Jack spat, "This is nothing. This could prevent her from being taken advantage of again."
"But…"
"Shut up! You're coming," Jack stood up and walked over to his window.
The minibot shook its head.
"Jack," it whispered.
Jack didn't answer.
"Do you really want to kill yourself?"
Jack turned around suddenly.
"What? How'd you… That's… I don't…" he gave up with a defeated sigh.
"I'm in constant sync with your thoughts. I know what you were thinking and I think it's a bad idea. You should go on the date. Kimiko obviously cares about you."
"But what if I hurt her again?" Jack spat.
"You won't…"
"How can I be sure? I didn't plan on hurting her the first time!"
"Well, you'll be in control this time. You'll be ready to deal with your emotions."
Jack cringed, "I hope so."