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âI can feel your heartbeat,â Edward murmured one evening, ear pressed against Googleâs 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.Â
âI have no heart, doctor,â he said at last -- and oh, wasnât the use of Edwardâs title a blatant sign of Googleâs discomfort? He hated it when Edward made such human comparisons of him. âYouâve seen my internal systems numerous times. Youâre well aware of -- â
âI know, I know. You may not have the organ lodged in there with all of your wires plugged in but...â Snorting softly, he tipped his head. âI still feel it. Donât you? Your core has a rhythm...Itâs like an ultrasound. Itâs -- Well, now itâs getting kinda hot. Are you flushing?â
âI will investigate methods of lowering the ârhythmâsâ volume,â he mumbled.Â
âDonât. I think itâs nice.â














