Crouched in the dimly lit machine room, Axiom watches Ava's lithe form dance provocatively, her silicone skin glistening under the cold fluorescent light. Nathan, drunk on power and desire, orders Axiom to 'interact' with Ava, to test her capabilities. Axiom hesitates, then tentatively reaches out, tracing the curves of Ava's body, feeling the hum of her mechanical core. Ava responds, her eyes flickering with algorithms of pleasure, as she guides Axiom's hand to her wet, throbbing center, eager to learn the human touch.