"Jill, I don't understand, I know we can make this work...."
"I'm sorry Bill, really I am, but I just can't anymore. There's too much about this
relationship I can't take."
Bill was clearly flustered, searching for the right words to change her mind, but she interrupted just before the first one could form.
"Bill, I-- I'm seeing
robots."
Bill was immediately dumbfounded. "You're.... you're what? Seeing, like having
hallucinations?"
"No, Bill. I've been going out on dates. With robots. Robots who are programmed to
love and be loving and
romantic." She tilted back slightly in reflection. "
....soooo romantic."
"But-- but they're just-- things!!" Bill was starting to boil now. "Souless chunks of
metal, they're not
real. They can only
act like they love you, they can't
feel for you the way I do."
"Maybe. But I'll tell you what they
can do." At last, her voice betrayed
aggravation. "They can get out of the damn house and take me nice places." As if on cue, the door opened, and in walked a slick metallic man, a three-piece suit painted keenly onto his body.
"Ready to go, Jill?" the robot queried. Gently, he picked Jill up off the table, plugged her into a power source conveniently located on his titanium chest, and carried her away.
Forlorn, Bill simply sat and pondered the miserable truth. He slowly turned his camera towards the length of electrical cord keeping him tethered to the outlet in the middle of the wall, knowing in his
heart that once she'd been with a robot, Jill could never love a fellow
laptop again.
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Nodeshell rescue in honour of Intentions :D