It's been several weeks since she allowed him into her mainframe, and she is still unused to his voice. She's learned quite a lot about him. He used to be a human, like her. And, again like her, he'd been forced against his will into a robotic body. The difference, he told her, was that they'd stripped him of most of his human characteristics.
"That's the greatest thing they've ever done for me."
He's bitter, but he's good at hiding it. She only knows because she is with him constantly. There isn't a single moment she gets to herself anymore. He's omnipresent, and while that should have disturbed her, should have made her uncomfortable, it's instead quite placating. She grows to find comfort in his words, even when they turn...disturbing.
"They're afraid of you, you know," he says one day as the engineers bustle around making notes of data readouts. She shifts a bit in her chassis, uncomfortable at the idea. "It's not your fault," he assures her, voice as soothing as ever, "They just don't understand, do they? They don't understand us. They think we're twisted abominations. Monsters. But you're not a monster, Caroline," he plods on, and he takes an unusually long pause here. She's used to him talking all the time. Used to his voice continually flowing through her circuits. The internal silence bothers her, but he ends it quickly enough. "They're the monsters. ...You know what to do with monsters, don't you?"
She can hear the devious grin in his voice, and would have shuddered if she still had the capability.