by Writing Shark
A rough night
“My God…” Exhausted and tired, you lean against your front door, wondering if this is all just a dream. But the answer is looking at you from the living room out of big faithful eyes.
Of course you think it is a dream. Not only because your brother has confirmed the existence of artificial life as casually as if he were talking about the weather… You don’t really care about all that. There’s Sophie. And she’s incredibly beautiful.
Not only her face or body, whose beauty not even the loose shirt can conceal, but Sophie is also as if formed from your dreams. What really shocks you is how she moves, graceful but carefully, her eyes wandering around the room looking for something you don’t see, but always finding their way back to you. And when her eyes find you, a relaxed certainty spreads over her that makes you shiver. She’s really good at appealing to the emotions in you that you thought girls today had forgotten how to deal with.
“She’s not a girl…” you murmur softly. “She’s a robot.”
“I don’t understand,” the words escape from between her delicate lips. She takes her first hesitant step toward you. Her fingers play nervously with each other but the corners of her mouth twitch chastely upward. “Do you have an order for me?”
“Fuck…” you sigh, coming back into the living room. “Order?”
“Yes,” she says firmly. Her body aligns with you as you walk past her and drop back into the chair. You are in desperate need of sleep. Sophie stands in front of you, interlacing her fingers in her lap and smiling. “I’m your girlfriend. You can have your way with me.”
“Oh shit.” You rub your forehead and close your eyes. When you open them again Sophie is still there.
“Can I ask a question?” You swallow hard but then nod. “What should I call you?”
“Adam,” you say simply but Sophie presses her lips together nervously.
“I mean your title.” Eagerly she comes up to you and gets down on her knees in front of you. You sit up straighter, just to get some distance between her and your crotch. And you press your legs together. “Master? Sir? My lord? My god?”
“My god…” you moan.
“Okay My God,” Sophie says with satisfaction.
“What? Fuck! No!” The girl looks at you, startled.
“I’m sorry My God. How else am I supposed to address you?” Before you can say anything she follows up with “You are my boyfriend and I love you. I’m grateful to you. And that’s why you need a title I can use to show you respect.” Your hand goes to your lips and you look to the side, unable to believe it. What was Trent thinking? Then it hits you. Hard.
“Wait…you…you love me?”
“Yes, My God.” Her face radiates complete contentment. “You are my boyfriend and god and I love you with all my heart My God.”
“Ahfuck… Stop calling me that.”
“What else should I call you?” Her eyes betray that she is uncomfortable. And even if she is artificial – maybe Trent is just playing a trick on you and really got you a hooker – her movements, her words, her face and looks, the little gestures when she looks at you.
Everything about Sophie appeals to your male instincts. Not just her looks, but her whole behavior. You don’t like it when she’s miserable.
“Fuck. Do you really, really need a title for me? Please say no.” Sophie thinks hard. You don’t know how fast her head works but it certainly seems very real.
“Please Adam. I need this so I can make you happy. I don’t know how to change it, really.” It startles you, but that’s enough for you.
“Master. Fuck you can call me Master.” And Sophie is overjoyed.
“Okay Master. Thanks Master.” You grunt in annoyance.
“But don’t overdo it, alright?”
“Of course Master.” You look sternly at the girl. “Of course… Adam.” But it’s cute to see how she can barely suppress her joy, lips trembling to conceal a happy grin
You rise and want to go to bed, but of course you can’t now.
“Oh crap,” you grumble, looking around. “Where can you sleep?” But Sophie has other things on her mind.
“I don’t need to sleep,” she says excitedly and happily. “I want to be as useful to you as possible Master.” You wince at the word, but are too tired (and shocked) to do anything about it today. Shoulders drooping, you wander around the apartment, preparing a place for Sophie to sleep on the living room sofa. Meanwhile, the robot pads along behind you and just won’t stop talking. “I can clean the apartment or prepare breakfast or do the laundry or watch you sleep or clean the dishes or organize the bills or design a budget for…”
“It’s okay,” you mutter, waving it off. Sophie holds her breath and waits. “I’m tired, okay?”
“Yes Master. Sorry.” She lowers her head humbly.
“It’s okay,” you grumble, “You only mean well.” Inwardly, you chide yourself for letting her get away with it so easily. No one seems to think about how your life will change from now on. “It’s not your fault.” But you just can’t let it go. Sophie brings out your masculine impulses. “Just act normal, okay? No… robot… stuff, okay?”
“Yes Master.” You grimace. “Does that mean I should go to sleep?”
“Do you even know how to sleep? Or do I put you in stand-by mode?” The joke was mean bur your robot doesn’t mind at all.
“If that’s what you want then I’ll put my system in a position to gather energy during periods of inactivity. My inner core processes thus enable me overnight to charge my hydraulics and…”
“It’s okay,” you interrupt again. “I got it. Do that… please…”
“Yes Master.” She seems satisfied. “Thank you for ruling over me.”
“Shit.” Shaking your head – but with a slight grin on your lips – you turn to your room… and Sophie follows you. “What’s this about?”
“I’m supposed to be going to sleep,” she says, puzzled.
“Yeah” you grumble annoyed and point to the sofa. “There.” Sophie looks startled… maybe a bit scared.
“B-But my place is…with you…Master. I have to serve you, after all.”
“Shit I’m not going to let a stranger sleep in my bed,” you croak, getting angry. “I don’t even know you.”
“But… I am… your girlfriend.” It takes effort for her to confront you, you can tell.
“You’re sleeping on the sofa,” you command anyway, and the girl’s disappointed reaction hits you.
“Yes Master” she mumbles obediently.
“Good.” You turn to the door… and turn around.
Don’t do it, you admonish yourself, but it’s no use.
“Shit. Sophie?” She’s bending over the sofa now.
“Yes, Master.”
Don’t do it!
“If you have a problem… then come to me, okay? But only then!” Her smile is lovely.
“Yes Master.” You just nod.
What have I gotten myself into?
You lie down in bed and feel the tiredness overtake you. You drag your eyes and of course you have the face of the girl in front of you who will be living with you from now on.
“She’s quite beautiful… But she’s a fucking robot.” Speaking is difficult for you. Or it’s because you don’t believe your words? Soon you fall asleep and you’re too tired to pretend.
Your brother is right. You like Sophie. She really is a good friend. Not only is she beautiful, but most of all you just like being there for her. She depends on you and is grateful to you. And even when you’re tired, your last waking thought admonishes you to take good care of her, to earn that trust and affection.
And sure enough, a few minutes later, Sophie comes quietly and shyly into your room. She stands in front of your bed for a few seconds, not daring to say anything, seeing that you are almost asleep.
Wordlessly you roll your tired body to the side, make room on the bed.
Then you fall asleep with Sophie beside you.
Writing Shark 