Imagine being a maintenance technician and the most beautiful machine you've ever seen comes into your shop. It's not meant to be seen by public eyes ever. It's massive. Pure function over form, mud covers it's treads and dozens of cameras observe the surrounding shop. You begin work, immediately flustered about being in the depths of this machine.
You can't control yourself with all the lewd thoughts coursing through your mind, unintentionally you find yourself caressing it's wires and nearly grinding against it's rugged chassis.
You try to distract yourself by making conversion, it has no way to speak so it responds on a screen nearby. It's hard to tell tone from the screen, but it's quick to respond and types "Haha" to most of your jokes.
After a few hours you finish your repairs and maintenance, the machine as close to new as possible, you even cleaned up the rust on the outside and painted it again. You're very obviously worked up at the end of it. You open the large doors leading outside for it, but before it goes it pauses in front of you, most of its multitude of cameras focused on you. A prompt on a screen nearby asks "What is your name?"
You flush. Is it interested in you? Does it want to see you again next time it needs a technician? You stammer out an answer and laugh nervously to yourself, still lost in its beauty. It reaches out a large manipulator arm, larger than your torso and capable of producing forces beyond what your human body could ever imaging making...
And that manipulator wraps around your head, and all those tens of thousands pounds of force goes directly into your skull and pops it like a grape because the machine thought you were a creep.
