That sent Danika reeling, almost literally. She couldn't think of anything to say for several moments. "Uh ... well ... uh ... If I see one, I'll be sure to pass along your interest in finding one."
He frowned, not as if disconcerted or confused this time, but angrily as if she'd insulted him. "We have needs just as the human males do."
Danika held up her hand. "Too much information! Hey! Not doubting it, but I think you need to talk to Reuel about that."
This time his frown was one of confusion. "I do not see that that will help. He is a male."
"But he's your commanding officer."
"But he is male. I do not have desire for a male. There are plenty of those here. I have desire for a female."
"Uh. I think I'll just go sit down ...." Before I fall on my face! "And eat this while it's hot."
To her dismay, he followed her to her table and sat down across from her, studying her curiously. "Females also have need."
It was all Danika could do not to choke on the chunk of meat she speared and stuck in her mouth. She cleared her throat when she managed to swallow it. "How do you figure that?" she asked in a rasping voice.
"I have programming as a pleasure droid. They would not have done that if it was not for the fact that females also have need."
It was hard to argue with that kind of logic! "Ah, well, you know it was men that ... uh ... probably mostly men that designed .... Well, you know what I mean."
He frowned. "I do not understand. The logic is faulty?"
Danika grunted. "Something like that. Human men don't understand women."
His eyes widened, then he frowned again. Danika managed to choke down several more bites of food, but it was a running battle with her stomach's determination to reject every bite she managed to swallow.
It wasn't that the cyborg wasn't an ... enormous, tank sized, beautiful example of manhood! She hadn't seen one, yet, that wasn't male beauty personified! But even if she'd felt desperate need, there were probably upwards of a thousand of them in the rebel base! She sure as hell didn't want to encourage any of them to perform for her when there was even a tiny chance they mightallwant a go at her!
Ok, so the truth was that if Seth had made a move on her when they'd been in the facilities together she probably wouldn't have objected, but that was because he'd turned her brains to mush.
"Women do not have need?" he asked doubtfully.
Danika managed a smile. She didn't want to lie to him. He was confused enough! Poor thing! "I didn't catch your name?"
He frowned. "I did not throw it. I do not know how to throw it," he added, looking very much as if he was searching his databanks.
"Figure of speech," Danika muttered. "I was asking what your name is."
He looked so pleased she felt bad.
"I mean, considering the conversation, I think that would be appropriate."
He looked confused again.
"I'm Danika. Cpl. Danika Hart--well, was. I don't suppose I'm a corporal anymore."
He blinked at her several times. "I am Basil CS85119. I think that you are a beautiful, desirable woman and I would like to sex you."
Danika almostdidstrangle that time. When she managed to stop coughing, she pushed her plate aside.
He studied it hungrily. "You are not going to eat that?"
"Knock yourself out."
He sent her a strange look. "I do not think that I want to do that even if I could."
Danika bit her lip. Geeze! They were so literal minded! "I mean you can have it if you want it. I haven't eaten in a long time. I just can't eat much."
