(Based on a Writco Prompt saying write something using three senses, I've tried to use all 5...)

I think, therefore I am.

My platinum hand wired to my positronic brain,
Reached out and touched her hair.
I felt.

I experienced what felt like mercury.
Liquid silk, trickling through my five silver digits.
I looked down and
I saw.
Light reflected onto and from my digital retina.
She shone.

I recall the touch of something cold.
Tentatively but firmly, almost exploratory,
Stroking my hair. I looked up and
I saw.
Pure silver white, blinding light hit my eyes.
He shone.

Fire! The stench of burning hit me,
My sinuses burnt, my throat choked.
Then the taste of charcoal.
My memories were gone.
Where was I? Who was he?

Data records flashed, I remembered "duty".
A strong sense to protect "she".
I knew danger, I knew I had to get her out.
But to where I did not know.
My trilithium matrix was partially scrambled.
I was running multiple diagnostics.

Suddenly,...