He knew so much more than he realized, she supposed. Once she said the words he would probably say oh, I should have guessed, it's so obvious. She reached out and laid her hand lightly on his, wanting to create a point of contact that would be more real that the limited vision he had of her.
"I appreciate you saying that. And I do know. I've known I was alive from the moment I opened my eyes, or thought I did anyway. But, there's an important distinction, and I haven't told anyone, and I want to tell you. To..." See? The only other person who'd ever known what she was had reacted with surprise to her humanity rather than her inhumanity. This would be the opposite she supposed. But she trusted Matt. She trusted him to not react negatively. His words alone gave her confidence that she could tell him she was really an alien or mystical being or a stack of children in a trench coat and he would most likely be okay with it. She pulled up a programmed response she had, as yet, not had call to use. Her voice, for a moment, lost some of its humanity, falling back into the programmed cadences that had been her nature, fresh out of the box.
"I am a 3rd Generation AX400 Android. I can look after your house, do the cooking, mind the kids. I organize your appointments. I speak 300 languages and I am entirely at your disposal as a sexual partner. No need to feed me or recharge me. I am equipped with a quantic battery that makes me autonomous for 173 years."
She sighed and relaxed. "That's what I might have told you, if you'd gotten me the "proper" way, at least."