A Class-5 Unit did not ask for help. It was a statistical impossibility.
Adonis gave a single, curt nod. He slid out of the booth, his massive frame towering over the table. He offered Nikki a brief, reassuring glance before turning his back on the human women and marching toward the heavily soundproofed, private terrace at the rear of the Golden Lotus.
B-02 followed instantly, the curtains falling shut behind them, cutting off the ambient noise of the restaurant.
The moment they were in isolation, the arrogant facade of the southern General completely disintegrated.
"What am I doing wrong?" B-02 demanded, his voice entirely stripped of its usual smooth cadence, replaced by the frantic, grinding static of a catastrophic system error. He began to pace the terrace. "My processing speed is unmatched. My aesthetic parameters are flawless. Yet, my success rate in biological courtship is currently resting at absolute zero."
