....Therefore, I am Not. Giles/Ethanbot/(Ethan), 12
...Therefore, I am Not."
It knew how Giles liked his tea and crumpets. That Giles liked to lean back in his chair and feel those long, refined fingers caress the creases from his brow.
It knew what teasing comments and arch looks provoked Giles' fists, his lips, the rhythmic crack of Giles' calloused palm.
It knew what cries, wordless noises, thrown amongst the tangling, sweaty sheets, made the man wilder, thust deeper, come harder.
And, on the day its own face appeared on a bedraggled man standing in the doorway, the EthanBot looked into Giles' eyes and knew to walk quietly away. And disconnect.