"Well..." you say, throwing the robot girl a devilish smile, and trying not to blush, "I don't see any reason you shouldn't date me."

Before you can explain that it's cool, and you don't mind her being a 'droid, she interupts your flow.

"I think you said 'SEDATE ME'. Please confirm," she drones.

"What?! How did you even get that from what I said? I was jussss... uhhhh..."

The needle was sharp, to the point that you didn't even feel it as the flight attendant stuck it into your left arm, hitting a vein with robotic precision. First, you lose control of your mouth, then your legs. As you flop forwards, fighting for consciousness, the 'droid catches you, and everything becomes a blackish-red haze.

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