"Rhimodian."
"But you're cyborgs."
"We haven't always been. We were just primitives that lived on our homeworld. Then we were enhanced. And eventually, we became this." He held out his arms.
"Were you always so large?"
"I am the newest version. I am larger than many of my brethren. So no, usually they are not as large as I am."
"So, do you like it?"
"Like what?"
"Being a cyborg. Do you like it?"
"I have no choice."
"Of course you do. Take out the parts. then you could be your primitive self."
"If I do that, I will not survive."
"You said yourself that you were enhanced. So just take them out."
"The enhancements started our evolution. I am the latest version of this evolution."
"Will you die without your cybernetic parts?"
"I will."
She started folding up her layers, left in a simple white dress thing. It gathered at her waist and hung down almost to her feet. "I'm sorry. I'm being too personal."
"Why?"
She shrugged. "It felt like I was asking too much."
"You cannot ask me too much."
"Do not tempt me."
"I will do whatever I can for you."
"Anything I ask?"
"If it is within my power, of course, I will."
She raised her eyebrow, and her expression shifted like she was about to test that.
He might have told her too much.
Because it was true, he would do whatever it was that she needed or requested of him. That was his programming. But for her, in particular? The girl with the sparkling blue eyes? He would not hesitate.
"So kiss me."
He did not hesitate.
He strode over to her, cupped her chin in his hand, and leaned down.
She gasped.
