"I knew you would come."
"Why did you confess?"
"I did not want them to know about us. They would have made it all so ugly sounding. They would have made it sound vile ... and it wasn't." Isobel reached out a hand towards the figure and a metal hand closed over hers. "I didn't want them to harm you."
"You did it for me?"
"Yes. I love you."
"I'm a robot. A machine. An unfeeling thing of iron and steel. How can you love me?"
"My husband was the machine. He ate at the same time everyday, dressed at the same time, went to work at the same time. He did the same things, thought the same things everyday of his life."
"But he had emotion."
"Only those he had been taught to feel and those only at the proper times. He was mad when he should be mad and happy when he should be happy, nothing more. He was much more of a machine than you."
"But I cannot return your love. I do not know what emotion is."