The robot sat on the metro, speeding quickly to its destination. The train slowed, stopped, hissed. A couple got on, holding hands, and sat across from it.
The robot noticed how close they sat to each other compared to other passengers. They started to kiss as it watched. It tried to comprehend why humans kiss. The action served no useful function that it could see, yet the robot found itself yearning for its own partner to kiss.
It rotated its head to a window and looked at the reflection.
It had no lips.
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Photograph of the Metro I took in Paris.
“Be ready to push your way out if you have to.”
“And watch me. I’ll watch you. We don’t want to get robbed.”
“We get off in two stops.”
“Then we take the green line towards Porte de la Chapelle.”
“You look beautiful.”