My First Robot
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by D.B. Story
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Science Fiction
Description: My First Robot tells the tale of a young man given a robot back when robots are still uncommon, where said robot turns out to be rather more than he ever expected. This story from the Early Adopter Period shows what can happen when robots are yet to be ubiquitous, yet already full of surprises. (Note to buyers: This story is also contained in the anthology: The Fembot Chronicles--Volume 1, available in e-book and print. In the same way that iTunes sells individual tracks off of an album, individual stories are available without the need to buy the entire anthology.)
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: June 2010
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [95 KB]
Reading time: 31-44 min.
The notice of her death arrived from the lawyers and was short on tact. I'd never expected to inherit anything from my Aunt beyond her priceless advice, since I was somewhat removed in the family line--especially after my parent's divorce--and Aunt Kate had more charities she cared deeply about than I had people I knew on a first name basis. But the short, tactless letter said she'd made provision for me to the amount of $150,000, two first class airline tickets anywhere in the world--and a robot to be delivered in three days.
Now I hadn't even known Aunt Kate had a robot. Though private citizens had been able to own robots for nearly a score of years now, they were so rare and expensive that I might as well have wished for my own private sub-orbital jet--and the airport to keep it on. How she'd gotten a robot, and why she was giving it to me, was a complete mystery.
Normally Aunt Kate was thoroughly organized. In fact, had I seen her appointment book I would have expected to have seen that she had scheduled her own death, rather than have it just happen. She had never even once in her vid-mails mentioned a robot--or any other inheritance. In fact she was renowned for stating that if you didn't make it on your own it really wasn't worth having at all. But the lawyer's letter lay there, and after twenty readings it still said the same things. I got a hundred and fifty grand with all taxes paid, a pair of first class plane tickets that must be used within the next year, and one robot with no other details about it.
Three days later the letter was now lying on the two books my friends had gotten me when they'd heard the news. There was Robots for the Completely Clueless and A Neophyte's Guide to Robotic Relationships. Even those books seemed written for someone who knew more than I did.
Over the last three days I had gone through every vid-mail from Aunt Kate for the last three years, carefully looking in the background to see if there was a robot somewhere in them. Maybe reflected in a mirror. Maybe she had made some comment about it that I'd missed. Aunt Kate wasn't one to waste her time repeating herself to slow learners. Nada.
I was reaching for the lawyer's letter for a 21st reading when my doorbell rang.
I dropped the letter like it was on fire and tried to walk calmly to the front door of my small apartment--as if someone was actually watching me. Ha!
I opened the door, hoping to see a couple burly deliverymen with a large crate. Instead there was a woman in her early thirties wearing a brief top and skirt standing there.
My face must have fallen--not her fault--because a sudden expression of concern appeared on her face. I realized that my disappointment at not having this be my special delivery was showing, and that was hardly fair to her. I firmed up my features and attempted a smile. It was only fair imitation of a genuine one.
"May I help you?" I asked.
"Are you Don Sutton?" she asked in a mellow contralto.
"Yes," I replied, wondering what she wanted.
"Good," she announced in that same voice.
She paused for a moment, clearly expecting me to say something more, but I didn't have a clue what she expected of me. So rather than saying something ill-informed and confirming my foolishness to a pretty woman--Aunt Kate taught that silence was more intelligent than most words that broke it--I stood there mute waiting for some clue of what was expected of me
It must have finally dawned on her that I either didn't know what was happening, or wasn't going to say anything useful, so she stuck out her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Jenni 731--your robot."