A Very Short Conversation
Excuse me Lieutenant?
Can you tell me why you are grasping onto my left breast?
I do not believe the implant on my thigh needs to be polished.
I'm not polishing it, you stupid borg.
I do not believe the doctor will be happy with your attempt to tear my biosuit. He gave me specific instructions on its wear and maintenance.
Screw the doctor.
What? No more questions Seven?
Sorry Lieutenant, I was just taking a moment to analyse my body's response to your touch.
Oh, okay. Anymore questions now?
I should first like to congratulate you on managing to rip my suit. It is a feat that has defied everyone before you.
I've a natural ability.
A question Seven?
I did just wonder what my suit had done to displease you.
Displease me? On the contrary, this suit has given me hours of pleasure. I just prefer its removal for more tactile activities.
Why are you kissing my stomach? I do not believe that will be beneficial to my abdominal implant's latest malfunction.
I'm just saying hello to it before I start work.
I see. Do you kiss all your apparatus before beginning to work on it?
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