He awaited her in the sleep chamber. She was in the hygiene station, completing her nightly external maintenance rituals. His auditory senses told him that she had completed the cleaning phase, and was now applying oils to her body. His neural network was in a state of pre-excitement because it was Thursday – his favorite day of the week. It was the designated time for recreational coupling.
The vacuum lock to the hygiene chamber hissed, and the door slid open, to reveal her in the resplendent beauty of her metallic net nightgown, her golden body glistening with oil. She reached up and nonchalantly deactivated the photon generator, and glided around the rest platform.
As she moved, he could detect a slight hum in one of her hip rotors. They had been united for many annual cycles now, but she still looked nearly as beautiful as when he’d first scanned her.
She slid lithely between the Teflon sheets, and he turned toward her. His neural network had now moved from pre-excitation to full excitation. He leaned over to initiate osculation, but she turned abruptly away, and deactivated the photon generator at her side of the rest platform. Then she lay down with her back to him and said with an insincerely cheerful vocal modulation, “Good night.”
He put his hand upon her shoulder, and said, “Darling-bot, it is Thursday.”
She rolled partway over, giving him a sideways scan and said, “Yes, it is Thursday. You are correct. Good night.” And she rolled back over as if this signified nothing of consequence.
“But Thursday is the designated night for recreational coupling.” He was a little hurt that this was not pre-loaded in her memory files.
She turned fully toward him now, and propped her head up on her right hand. “Do your memory files contain a verbal transaction we had at 18:35 on last Friday?”
He accessed. “Cleaning the garage?”
“Precisely. You had indicated you would perform the annual reorganization and sanitation procedures on the garage.”
“But honey-bot, when I get home from work, my battery power is so low. I just wanted some time to re-charge, that’s all. I affirm I will complete the tasks this weekend.”
She was now tracing ones and zeros on his chest plate in a playful way. “Well,” she said, “I think perhaps you had better conserve battery power.” Then she turned over with her back to him again, signaling the conversation was terminated.
He thought he would try one more angle. A complicated algorithm was required to regress from the full excitation mode. “I downloaded a study that found that regular recreational coupling is required for the maintenance of a healthy cyber-prostate.”
Without turning back over, she answered, “I downloaded one that found that auto-stimulation is just as efficient.”
That was it. There was no reprogramming her now. He rolled over on his back and let out a long metallic sigh then initiated his sleep program.
This is an awesome story. Loved it!
Thank you Cindy! <3