[He looks relieved to have explained it in simple enough terms, and he brightens even further. Without his illness, it feels genuine, no exhaustion behind his eyes or a general air of malaise. She might get the idea that this is what Viktor should have been like the entire time—enthusiastic and alive with possibility. The only thing better than his ideas is having someone to share them with.]

Something like that. The parameters can be anything you like. We could, eh. Program him with as many drinks as you want, or only coffee or tea. Or even give him instruction so that he anticipates when you might want it, by observing your current state.

[Serving drinks, however, is only the start of it.]

Imagine automatons, designed to work in the mines, keeping laborers out of danger, away from toxins. We could reduce injury and death. Make things easier for people.

[It’s possible that she might sense this is fairly personal, for him.]