Gone was his exultant feeling, gone the light-headedness. Only the misery and weakness remained in the realization that his yearning was impossible of fulfillment and that, to top it off, he had wasted his time trying to sell himself to a servant.
"Do you think I could?" the maid repeated.
"Could what?"
"Be in love with you."
"But, miss don't you understand? I'm not...."
"My name is Emma," she said softly. She smiled and he fought down an overwhelming urge to touch her, to kiss her pink, inviting lips. He stood rigid. He wanted to cry out in his torment.
Her hand reached out to him and he felt her fingers touch his. Electricity tingled up his arm and through his chest. Automatically, he repeated his cursed disavowal of humanness. Vaguely, he heard his own words, sounding like an echo in his ears. "I'm a robot."
"I know," Emma said quietly. Then, she held up her right hand, revealing the identification stamp on her wrist.
Model M (fem.)
Serial No. 6139 12V
AMALGAMATED ANDROIDS, INC.
A moment later the android was in his arms. He held her close, dizzy with the sensation of this new emotion with one of his own kind.