Sniveling Robot: Science Fiction

The robot sniveled at his feet. He scowled down at it. Its silky hair glistened light blue as it poured over his shoes, and his toes felt damp from the tears that came from its eye vents. "Oh great master," it wailed, "do not decommission me. I swear I will serve you truly, whatever your wish may be!" From the shape of the robot, he guessed that he knew what the wish of its previous master had been, which made the groveling program the robot was running even more disgusting. "Revert to default mode," he ordered it. After a minute, the robot stopped sniveling. It straightened, brushed its hair back, and stood. Its face was impassive.

Inspiration: 'snivel'
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Science fiction, pirates, space opera, etc...blah.