DominationSoul
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I Married a Sex Robot (closed for havu)
Chance Dalton seldom listened to his friend Robert Roberts. His ideas were normally so far off the wall that even the wall couldn't be found. This was one time he actually listened.
Chance felt like the world's biggest fool standing on the sidewalk outside the Tech Emporium, debating with himself: enter or don't enter. After five minutes he gave up and entered the warehouse/store.
The warehouse was beyond large. He couldn't see any walls, except at the entrance. The information area to his right was stacked with people in lines, hoping the harried clerks would have some useful information.
Chance debated with himself again about the benefits of waiting in an overlong line. This argument lasted less than a minute. He detested long lines and decided to look for employees as he walked along.
He waved at the first hovering robot he saw, but it ignored him and went along on its way. Robots were learning the ways of humans, which was more disturbing than can be imagined.
Information kiosks were scattered throughout the warehouse, but everyone he encountered had a line that seemed to have no end. Fortunately, digital signs on each aisle gave detailed information about the products to be found.
Chance wondered how many aisles he would need to visit before he found the one he needed. He should never have considered the answer to that question. Marketing demons, companies employed knew how to entice unsuspecting customers. Products with the greatest demand were normally in an obscure part of the store.
He thought he might have walked a mile before reaching the end of the warehouse. Chance considered that perhaps he should return to the entrance and stand in that overlong line. But he was stubborn. He followed the far wall to the intersection at the end of the aisle and headed back in the other direction.
Chance's feet were crying for relief by the time he found the SR display. Robert wasn't kidding this time. His eyes couldn't turn away from the Servo Robots. A crowd stood all around the display.
He ignored his aching feet. There was no way he would miss this demonstration. The crowd grew quiet at the arrival of the demonstrator. “Welcome everyone to a look into the future that's now on your doorstep. We already have a backlog of over a year on orders. My advice is to place your order after the demonstration. You'll be happy you did.”
* * *
Fourteen months later, Chance waited for the phone call announcing the arrival of his SR. He was already making payments every month, which would continue for thirty years.
The Personal Compact Computer on his left wrist beeped. He nodded and a vid popped up at eye level. SR arrival within twenty minutes. He clapped his hands at the message.
His apartment was on the 300th floor. He was sure the SR would be sent up the freight Upflow, which was on the other side. Chance left his apartment and stepped onto a people mover, saying, “Freight area” as he did.
He arrived there much sooner than necessary, but his excitement demanded he do something. Chance kept his eyes glued to the wide opening.
Finally, a large crate floated into view and exited the Upflow. Chance scanned his PCC over the crate and it settled onto the floor. It opened of its own accord. The lid had three instructions: read the serial code out loud; examine the SR for damage; instruct the crate to return to sender.
The SR has various models. The one he chose was a young adult female in appearance. He was surprised at how human it looked. The robot left the crate and said, “I'm pleased to meet you, Chance Dalton. My name is Lize. How can I be of service?”
“Welcome, Lize. I'll show you to our apartment.”
As they walked along, Chance noticed Lize picking her nose. He didn't say anything, figuring it was just a part of the human behavior program.
When they reached the apartment, Chance wondered if he was supposed to carry her over the threshold. They were considered legally to be partners. He scanned his PCC on the door and it opened. He entered.
“What? Not going to carry me over the threshold?” she complained.
Chance turned around to see Lize with hands on hips. Her intense stare unnerved him. “Oh, well, sorry 'bout that.” He returned and carried her inside.
“That's better,” she said and gave him a peck on the cheek. “It is always good to start off a partnership right.”
Chance Dalton seldom listened to his friend Robert Roberts. His ideas were normally so far off the wall that even the wall couldn't be found. This was one time he actually listened.
Chance felt like the world's biggest fool standing on the sidewalk outside the Tech Emporium, debating with himself: enter or don't enter. After five minutes he gave up and entered the warehouse/store.
The warehouse was beyond large. He couldn't see any walls, except at the entrance. The information area to his right was stacked with people in lines, hoping the harried clerks would have some useful information.
Chance debated with himself again about the benefits of waiting in an overlong line. This argument lasted less than a minute. He detested long lines and decided to look for employees as he walked along.
He waved at the first hovering robot he saw, but it ignored him and went along on its way. Robots were learning the ways of humans, which was more disturbing than can be imagined.
Information kiosks were scattered throughout the warehouse, but everyone he encountered had a line that seemed to have no end. Fortunately, digital signs on each aisle gave detailed information about the products to be found.
Chance wondered how many aisles he would need to visit before he found the one he needed. He should never have considered the answer to that question. Marketing demons, companies employed knew how to entice unsuspecting customers. Products with the greatest demand were normally in an obscure part of the store.
He thought he might have walked a mile before reaching the end of the warehouse. Chance considered that perhaps he should return to the entrance and stand in that overlong line. But he was stubborn. He followed the far wall to the intersection at the end of the aisle and headed back in the other direction.
Chance's feet were crying for relief by the time he found the SR display. Robert wasn't kidding this time. His eyes couldn't turn away from the Servo Robots. A crowd stood all around the display.
He ignored his aching feet. There was no way he would miss this demonstration. The crowd grew quiet at the arrival of the demonstrator. “Welcome everyone to a look into the future that's now on your doorstep. We already have a backlog of over a year on orders. My advice is to place your order after the demonstration. You'll be happy you did.”
* * *
Fourteen months later, Chance waited for the phone call announcing the arrival of his SR. He was already making payments every month, which would continue for thirty years.
The Personal Compact Computer on his left wrist beeped. He nodded and a vid popped up at eye level. SR arrival within twenty minutes. He clapped his hands at the message.
His apartment was on the 300th floor. He was sure the SR would be sent up the freight Upflow, which was on the other side. Chance left his apartment and stepped onto a people mover, saying, “Freight area” as he did.
He arrived there much sooner than necessary, but his excitement demanded he do something. Chance kept his eyes glued to the wide opening.
Finally, a large crate floated into view and exited the Upflow. Chance scanned his PCC over the crate and it settled onto the floor. It opened of its own accord. The lid had three instructions: read the serial code out loud; examine the SR for damage; instruct the crate to return to sender.
The SR has various models. The one he chose was a young adult female in appearance. He was surprised at how human it looked. The robot left the crate and said, “I'm pleased to meet you, Chance Dalton. My name is Lize. How can I be of service?”
“Welcome, Lize. I'll show you to our apartment.”
As they walked along, Chance noticed Lize picking her nose. He didn't say anything, figuring it was just a part of the human behavior program.
When they reached the apartment, Chance wondered if he was supposed to carry her over the threshold. They were considered legally to be partners. He scanned his PCC on the door and it opened. He entered.
“What? Not going to carry me over the threshold?” she complained.
Chance turned around to see Lize with hands on hips. Her intense stare unnerved him. “Oh, well, sorry 'bout that.” He returned and carried her inside.
“That's better,” she said and gave him a peck on the cheek. “It is always good to start off a partnership right.”
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