you can't love a robot.

Late evening and you hear a knock at your door as you were about to get into bed. Odd everybody you know always uses the doorbell.

Opening the door you are met with someone who you would have never expected to show up.

"What are you doing here Connor? I thought I told you to go home." He steps through the door, the glowing circle, struggling to stay blue. "I know, I don't know why I'm here right now." He steps closer and closes the door.

"You remembered." You say simply. "I did." He remembered how much you hate people who ring the doorbells well into the night. "I'm not like him. I showed up, I'm here." He's very close now.

"I'm yours."