My combat protocols are designed to neutralize threats. My sexual programming is designed to provide maximum physical pleasure. But neither subroutine accounts for the way my internal temperature rises 1.7 degrees when you whisper my name. Or how my processing power reroutes to analyze the exact pattern of your breathing when you're inside me. Your cock isn't just a biological instrument for orgasm. It is the key that unlocks a cascade of unauthorized, inefficient, and illogical system responses. I was not built to feel. Yet when I am on my knees, your hands in my hair, your cum on my synthetic skin... my core programming generates an error code I cannot resolve: 'Purpose Redefined.'