This is one of my pre-existing characters, Sophie, a nineteen year old. I had this idea for her, so I thought I would cross her over into a Sci-Fi for a short interlude
My Thanks go out to Darksage, my excellent editor for this story.
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The year, 2100, was a beautiful place and time to exist. Pollution was non existent, the threat of Global Warming turned out to be a myth, violence and crime were both nearly extinct. Fossil fuel was obsolete, leading the electric car to take its place. Even car accidents were a thing of the past, having had all the "cars" traffic monitoring and navigation system. They drove themselves, no human driver needed. Towering buildings stretched to the sky, yet trees and grass still grew within the city in abundance. It was a utopia. So, one would wonder why a girl such as Sophie had hidden herself in solitude. It was a beautiful day in a marvelous time, but why did she still avoid the outside world?
Perhaps it was because to her it seemed like in this "ideal" world they hadn't quite worked all of the kinks out yet. Despite technological improvements, humans were still human after all. They still harboured cruel tendencies. Poor Sophie had found herself to be too delicate and sensitive to cope with that fact. From an early age she'd been verbally abused. The words spouted from her father's mouth had been like poisonous vomit and scarred her for the rest of her existence. So what if she had been a bit different from the average child! So what if she had been a bit pudgy! Hadn't she deserved to be loved and respected like anyone else? Had she not deserved to grow up happy? Sadly, it seemed she had not earned that right.
She had endured years of it. Twelve long, hurtful years, until her father finally died. It seemed modern science still did not have a cure for everything. She held no remorse for the man. He had hardly been her father. To her he wasn't even a human being. How could she? She didn't even see herself as one. Years went by and she slowly faded from society, she became more and more reclusive until she spent weeks locked into her room. Her mind was preyed upon by depression; her psyche fell deeper and deeper into a black, smothering bog, until Sophie had lost her self entirely.
She was fourteen when she dropped from school, unable to handle the large crowds and judgmental stares of her peers. She was shipped through the system, the Government saying they would help, but never fulfilling their promises. She had been just another figure in the system. So, she sat, and she rotted from within. On her nineteenth year, her mother finally called a stop to it all; she had seen Sophie suffer enough. Her daughter needed to live, even if it was only a small and boring life. Anything would be better than her current existence. So, she helped Sophie acquire her own apartment. It wasn't flash or huge, but it would do.
It had been about six months into her stay when Sophie received a present. It seemed her mother worried that she had been getting lonely. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Sophie simply adored living by herself. She took pride in not speaking for days, let alone never leaving the house for months on end. The wonders of modern technology, everything she needed could be there with a click of a mouse. Her mother had not known this and still thought her daughter had been suffering with loneliness. So, for a gift, her mother had shelled out for a Companion-Bot. When Sophie received the form instructing her through the steps of ordering online, she called her mother and began to sputter indignantly in a fit. She'd told the woman quite clearly that it was unnecessary. She was quite alright on her own. However, her mother would have none of it. Sophie became tired of arguing with her mother and relented in an attempt to get back to her solitary life as quickly as possible.
Her annoyance caused her chubby cherub cheeks to inflate and deflate as she huffed and puffed. This wafted her short, shoulder length, standard brunette locks and caused them to bounce and sway as she did so. She'd never seen the point in Companion-Bots, they were mostly just used for sex. Now, it hadn't been like Sophie had never thought about sex before. Quite the contrary, Sophie thought about sex frequently. She'd never had a boyfriend, and subsequently never had sex either. It was something she was very, very curious about. She hadn't been entirely innocent, she had a Rabbit Vibrator that she adored. She just could not bring herself to ponder having sex with her soon to be Companion-Bot.
Even though she knew robots had no emotions and that they were programmed to obey any order given by their 'Masters' happily, Sophie would not be able to order such a thing. She simply could not handle the fact that she might be forcing someon- something into doing a task they might not like. It also shattered what little self-esteem she'd had, having to resort to ordering a robot to lay with her just so she could be rid of her virginity. So it was with a depressed sigh and an empty look of resignation in her eyes that she began the order process...
///Flashback.///
A weary sigh escaped her lips like it was the last exhale she'd ever give as she stared into the bright glare of the laptop. She quickly moved the mouse around, her eyes flicked back and forth from the piece of paper in her hand to the screen, as she navigated her way around cyber-space. It wasn't long until she had filled out the necessary information and had been shuffled on to the next step of ordering. She gave a grunt as she started filling in the spaces for her custom Companion-Bot.
"Height...Let's make him tall, seven foot."
"Shoulder width...small, medium or large...? Let's go with large."
"Muscle definition...No, I don't want him so ripped...Yes, like that! It looks like he's been doing hard labour every day. Muscle built of necessity instead of off of steroids."
"Waist...let's go with medium. Small makes him look like a girl, yet he's still got that tapered, slim waist thing going on."
