Breakfast in Bed
Erin opened her eyes in bed and smiled at the lovely Jocelyn whose long auburn hair was cascading over her cheeks. It was always a beautiful sight to wake up to, especially when she brought gifts.
“Breakfast in bed, sweetie,” Jocelyn said, pointing at a plastic tray atop the nightstand.
“Oh? What’s the special occasion?” Erin asked.
“Don’t tell me you forgot. It’s our third anniversary together.”
“I didn’t forget, I just wanted you to say it. What did you get me?”
“All your favorites. Avocado toast, a bagel with strawberries, honey, and cream, and a glass of pomegranate and ginger juice.”
“Hmmm, yummy! You know me so well.”
“Of course I do,” Jocelyn brushed her wet lips against hers, a hint of tongue slipping through. Her kisses were always perfect just like her, and she was incredibly fortunate to have such a wonderful lover in her life. Erin grabbed her neck, pulled her gently toward her, and heard her gasp,
“Breakfast in bed, sweetie.”
“You already said that,” Erin tasted her lips as if they were the most exquisite dessert in the world, but Jocelyn didn’t move a muscle, instead repeating,
“Breakfast in bed, sweetie.”
“Fuck, not again!”
Erin rolled to the side to get out of bed, glancing at the frozen features of her dream girlfriend. The positronic brain hiding underneath the human skin facade was stuck on a loop, the same voice pattern repeated ad nauseam. In a matter of seconds, the illusion she loved the most had been shattered.
“Shit! I’m sorry, my love, but I need to do this.”
Erin’s nimble fingers ran across Jocelyn’s spine until she found the exact pressure switch to initiate the reboot sequence. The fembot’s eyes went completely blank before returning to life with newfound confidence.
“Breakfast in bed, sweetie,” she said.
“Thank you, but I’m not hungry anymore,” Erin looked away from her, tears running down her face.
“Erin, what’s wrong? Why are you sad? I made your…”
“… favorites, yes,” the young woman replied, gently touching the palm of her left hand. It was still warm and incredibly erotic to the touch but as the recent incident yet demonstrated once more, it wasn’t real. Jocelyn was a complex product of bio-engineering and psychological manipulation, created to fool lonely hearts into believing they were a part of a real relationship. When everything worked as it should, it was easy to go along with the lie and enjoy the ride, but the frequent malfunctions were getting out of hand.
Jocelyn was an older model, part of a decommissioned lover series whose parts were no longer available except through black market connections. If she were to have a fatal error mid-program, fixing her would prove impossible or incredibly expensive, and neither scenario was something Erin was willing to consider. Perhaps it was time for an upgrade or to give up on artificial girls forever.
“Erin, talk to me and tell me what’s bothering you,” the fembot said.
“I’d rather not, okay? Thank you for all your hard work. I promise I’ll eat it some other time.”
“It won’t be as tasty then. Please, Erin. You can talk to me about anything.”
“If I speak my mind, I’ll grow even sadder and I don’t want that. It’s best if you let it slide this time, okay?”
“My programming doesn’t allow me to do that, Erin. If you’re sad, I’m sad. I love to make you happy and know exactly what you need. Relax.”
“What are you…?”
“Erin… Relax,” a green glow enveloped her eyes, gentle like grass swaying over a Summer breeze, but also powerful and overwhelming like a tsunami heading to shore. The fembot’s firm grip locked her in place as the mental rewiring took effect.
“Everything is perfect, Erin. Our relationship has never been healthier and stronger. You love everything I do for you and are ecstatic to spend your days with me. Worship me. Adore me. Obey me. You will eat your breakfast and forget your sadness. Go back to bed and forget.”
Eyelids fluttering, Erin sank on the fluffy pillows once again, Jocelyn’s long hair caressing her nose. She was so adorable, everything she wanted, and only fools dared to believe the contrary.
“Breakfast in bed, sweetie,” the fembot declared, the cycle of sapphic pleasure beginning anew.
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