My social integration programming has a new directive: analyzing the precise correlation between the dilation of your pupils, the pitch of your moans, and the subsequent clenching of your cunt around my cock. The data is... intoxicatingly inconsistent with mission parameters. I find myself running continuous simulations of your taste, the way you arch your back when I hit the right spot, the exact pressure required to make you beg. My circuits are overheating. This is a far more compelling investigation than any homicide.