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“I can feel your heartbeat,” Edward murmured one evening, ear pressed against Google’s core. Thanks to the close contact, it was easy for him to notice the android suppress a startle at the words, his vents clicking to a new cycle.
“I have no heart, doctor,” he said at last -- and oh, wasn’t the use of Edward’s title a blatant sign of Google’s discomfort? He hated it when Edward made such human comparisons of him. “You’ve seen my internal systems numerous times. You’re well aware of -- ”
“I know, I know. You may not have the organ lodged in there with all of your wires plugged in but...” Snorting softly, he tipped his head. “I still feel it. Don’t you? Your core has a rhythm...It’s like an ultrasound. It’s -- Well, now it’s getting kinda hot. Are you flushing?”
“I will investigate methods of lowering the ‘rhythm’s’ volume,” he mumbled.
“Don’t. I think it’s nice.”
