"I'd need to add two more main processors and have a lot of different secondary systems than I do now, but the late model 888s were built for multipurpose versatility. Not like the 900s which were straight combat mechs although this body was upgraded with 900 servos and auxiliary control systems. Then the 1000s were liquid metal instead of a solid chassis, and they could be anything they wanted but weren't designed to interface with other equipment."
Cameron noticed a zombie that had come out of the trees. It was a long shot for a rifle but she pulled her pistol out of her holster, calculating distance and windage before she shot without seeming to aim. Her Glock was back in its holster long before the zombie fell over from a head shot.
"If by intimacy, you mean sex, not really crave. This body has the necessary nerve endings and program subroutines that it isn't an unpleasant activity. If you mean touching, being close... I feel more than most humans think. Just talking like this takes a large amount of my processing power. Nuance, undertones, humor, things like that. And my processors, my mind if you prefer, runs very much faster than yours."
Her laugh was softer again. "I could load a personality overlay into active memory - I have several in storage - and you would think I was human. But this is all me. Stupid verbal mistakes, problems with metaphors, misunderstandings and all."