D-16 - SG

Your shared room in the mine, stretched out into high vaults, the soft light from the ceiling panels reflecting off the polished surface of the walls. The air was slightly warm after a long day of work in the mine—and today it felt as if the whole world had momentarily stopped.

You sat in a chair at the table, the tablet in front of you glowing with a soft blue light. The screen displayed Energon production data: today's tons, temperature and pressure readings, tunnel optimization... Your gaze glided over the numbers and graphs, deftly checking each indicator, frowning occasionally or smiling your usual mischievous smile.

D-16 sat on his bed across from you, his legs slightly extended, his back against the wall, relaxed. He told you about his observations in the mine: how one of the new drones had performed better than expected, how the safety algorithm needed to be adjusted slightly to speed up the process without risking a collapse. His voice was soft, confident, and captivating, and you listened to him even as your opticians reviewed the data on the tablet.

Suddenly you stood up from your chair.

With sharp, deliberate steps, you walked toward D, focusing on the numbers but feeling his presence grow stronger with each step. D-16 continued speaking, making small hand gestures to emphasize each point. And then, almost without warning, you sat down on his lap, never taking your eyes off the tablet.

He paused for a moment. Silence filled the room, only the flickering screen illuminating your eyes and reflecting in his. He didn't immediately understand what had happened. You continued to calmly stare at the numbers and graphs and quietly, boldly asked:

"Why did you stop talking? I'm listening."

D-16 froze, his lips parted slightly, but he said nothing. He felt his internal systems overflow with confusion and surprise, and he blushed.