pc "Here, come sit down with me."
x "You sit cross-legged on the floor and motion for the nandroid to sit in front of you. She doesn't hesitate."
nan "What would you like me to do now?"
x "As an answer, you hold out your hands, palms raised up."
nan "Ooh! I know this game!"
pc "Game?"
nan "Patty-cake!"
pc "I don't want to play fucking patty-cake."
nan "Oh…"
nan "Then what, master?"
pc "Put your hands on top of mine."
nan "Okay!"
x "The nandroid slowly stretches out her palms and places them flat down against yours. Her hands are cold and heavy, made from metal designed for durability instead of sensuality. You wonder how such lack of physical warmth affected the children she cared for."
nan "Master?"
pc "Shh."
x "You shift your hands so that your fingers are aligned with [nan_name]'s. The cold creeps into your digits, but you don't mind. Instead of letting go, you clench your hands, bringing yours and hers together in half-closed fists."
x "The two of you sit silently for a while, connected by the simplest of intimacies. When you look up at your nandroid, you notice her blushes are brightly lit. She's opening and closing her mouth, caught between saying something and your order to shush." #most basic?
pc "Yes, what is it?"
nan "Company directives do not permit excessive touching with adult humans, male or female."
pc "Of course they don't."
x "Not wanting to overload her psychological stressors, you pull your hands away. For the briefest of moments, the nandroid seems to resist, but she lets go all the same. It could very well have been just your imagination or your skin simply sticking to the metal, though."
pc "What did you think of that, [nan_name]?"
nan "I think I'd rather play patty-cake next time, master."
pc "Try again."
nan "Hmm…"
x "The nandroid pauses for a few seconds as she processes your demand."
nan "It was pleasant. Your skin is very warm and soft. I think I missed it."
pc "Would you like to do it again?"
nan "Perhaps another time, master. My programming is telling me I must inform you that more excessive touching in the next twenty-four hours will result in breach of contract with the General Company and my immediate shutdown until a repossession team is dispatched from the local branch office."
pc "Well, we wouldn't want that."
nan "I don't think I would like that either, master."