"Not the way you would need your chocolate. But it does make me look more human. So it serves it purpose," he answered. "Is that why you asked to meet? Are you writing a story on android?"
It seems he decided to get to business. Let's go then. Let's take the cat out of the bag. "Yes and no. I'm not writing a story. I'm just curious about what you did to me."
"What did I do to you?"
"You lied to me. For four months."
For once his face loses his calmness and showed pained expression. As if I have physically hurt him. I wonder if I actually could.
"I am really sorry for that. I meant to tell you. Eventually. But I was afraid you would react like... this."
"I'm not talking about your identity. I guess as a robot it is logical to hide among humans for your survival. But manipulating my feeling? Telling me that you loved me? Can robot even do that? I'm not even sure about your apology just now. And you break the Laws of Robotics: you've hurt my feeling."
I surprise myself with how emotional I was. I thought after 5 months I could ask him calmly about this. I guess I was wrong.
Silence prevails again. I guess the wires and fiber optics in his central processing unit is firing up right now to figure out an answer. Again, the silence interrupted by the waitress. This time she brings us our drinks. I sip mine, grateful for the warmth it radiate, and he played with his cup, turning it around repeatedly. I don't know whether that was involuntary tic under anxiety or a planned action to maintain his human cover.
After a while he opens his mouth and slowly said, "But I didn't lie."
I guess I don't have to explain that I don't believe that answer. That could be false. Another attempt to hide his status as an android in a world that hate and fear his kind. But I'm still trying to control my emotion. So, instead of assaulting him with a barrage of my argument I said: "Explain. Please."
