Who Designed This Thing?

“WHY ARE YOU DISPLAYING MANIFESTATIONS OF FEAR, SUBJECT ANGELA?” The cold ring of UNICR0N’s metallic voice vibrated through Angela’s bones.

Angela briefly stopped screaming to take a breath and then continued.

“I AM PROGRAMMED TO ASSUAGE YOUR FEAR-RESPONSE!” UNICR0N’s mouth grinded opened with a shrill grating sound. “PLACE YOUR HAND IN MY MOUTH AND MY INTERNAL NANO-BOTS SHALL SLOW YOUR HEART RATE!” The voice of UNICR0N emanated from speakers in its neck.

Angela was trepidacious to say the least.

UNICR0N’s mouth clamped down in a blink and grinded open again. “TEMPORARY MALFUNCTION! NOW PLACE YOUR HAND IN MY MOUTH!”

Angela fainted.