Those first few months were rough, trying to figure out what behaviors are just common knowledge and which ones vary from person to person. But I'm getting better now. I understand more.
Although, maybe a bar wasn't the best place to observe behavior.
As the people around me become more and more intoxicated, I become more and more uncomfortable, acutely aware that they are laughing and enjoying themselves and I have been nursing the same drink all night, spilling it out when I can. But really, there's no better Turing test than being literally surrounded by people. People consuming copious amounts of alcohol, sure, but people nonetheless. It's a good start.
Someone sinks onto the stool next to me at the bar and orders a drink. A quick glance to the side reveals that it's a woman. Fairly young, perhaps in her mid-twenties. Her hair is black, and the front, which is dyed purple, keeps falling into her eyes. Her drink comes and she slams it, then turns to me.
"What are you drinking?"
To be honest, I have forgotten the title of the drink in my hand. I quickly access my databases and answer, "Strawberry Daiquiri."
"Is it any good?"
Again, I have no idea. My inorganic body can't taste, and consuming the liquid would wreak havoc on my internal wiring.
"It's alright."
She squints at me a moment, then declares, "You're lying."
I briefly panic. Sure, part of me is pleased that I can express necessary human expressions to be seen as lying, but I would rather she not pry.
"You don't even like daiquiris, I bet. Here, let me buy you a drink."
She calls to the bartender for some drink I don't recognize. I could search the internet for it, but why bother? It's not like I can drink it.
Oh, man. I can't drink it. She's going to know something's off right away.
What the hell am I going to do?
