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When I woke Amy4 was next to me in the bed. Her head was beneath mine so I was looking down at the top of her head. I saw a few gray hairs! Gray hairs. That really caught me by surprise. There were not many but they were definitely there. Interesting. I wondered what the marketing guys were thinking when they added those? They didn't bother me at all; in fact, I thought they were attractive and sexy. I remember working with a woman in my office who was ethnic Indian who was likely in her late 30s or early 40s. She had jet black hair which was interspersed with gray and she made no effort to hide or dye it. She was an attractive and sexy woman and to me the gray hair only added to her allure. She was also really smart so maybe the gray hair added to the older, cerebral image that she projected. I was musing on Amy4's gray hairs when she noticed I was awake and moved her head to look up at me.
"Hello Amy4. How long was I sleeping?" I asked.
"Fifty one minutes and 34 seconds" she replied.
"And what were you doing while I was sleeping?" I asked.
She looked up at me with a blank look on her face. "I was lying here next to you" she replied.
Yes, that made sense, I thought to myself. What did I expect her to say? That she had gotten up and made dinner? That she had tidied the place up? That she had just lay there and watched my face as I slept? I was starting to realize that there were certain types of questions that made sense to ask people but that made no sense to ask a Love Droid. Love Droid. That's what Amy4 was, a Love Droid. I had to remind myself of that. Previously I had always had disdain for people who became attached to their droid and who would talk about it as they would talk about another person. "It's a machine" I would think to myself. Why do they treat it like a person?
I realized that I was still stumped as to how the Amy4 unit had been activated. I also had the realization that she almost certainly had a GPS function activated within her. Once that store realized that she was missing they would track her via GPS. Perhaps they were already tracking her. Oh shit! I think I may be able to disable the GPS function, but I would need my tools and programs in the shop to do it. That means I would have to get her into the shop and through security. Hmmm. Will was the swing shift security guard. He would start at 4pm and stay till midnight. I checked my PD. It was 6:20pm. I remembered that Will had been at the security desk when I left earlier today.
I recalled that last year I was working pretty late one night on an issue that had to be solved before the morning production shift arrived. The workplace was usually pretty quiet at night since at that time we had only one production shift. I had been at the far end of the line for about 4 hours installing some new hydraulics. I had finally finished and I was ready to go home but had to use the can first. I pushed the door to the men's room open, walked in and there I saw Angela, one of our women techs with her pants around her ankles holding onto the countertop where the sinks are. Behind her was Will, red-faced, banging her from behind as hard as he could. Will knew and I knew that security personnel are prohibited from fraternizing with people on the site that they are guarding. Will's cock deep inside Angela was a 10 on a scale of 10 on the fraternization scale. I backed out of the men's room without saying anything and it was less than a minute later that Will came running up from behind me still fastening his trousers.
"Hey man" he said putting his hand on one of my shoulders, "I'll get fired if you report this. Listen, if you can keep this to yourself I'd really appreciate it. I need this job. I'll owe you one."
Looking at him I could see that he was pretty shook up. "Don't worry, Will, I won't tell anyone, you're good. But I may ask for a favor one of these days" I said.
It was time to call in that chit with Will. I looked at Amy. "You don't know how you were activated?"
She looked at me blankly, "I do not know."
"OK, I want to take you to my shop. I have access to information there that may help me figure it out. I want to know how you were activated. Why don't you get dressed and let's go to my workplace." I said.
"You should dress me in something else. If I am wearing other clothing I will be less recognizable" she replied.
Dang, she was right! Those design dudes DID put some high-powered neural circuits into her. I was impressed. She was capable of analyzing a situation and coming up with independent thought without being asked or prompted. That's cutting-edge AI work, even now.
"I'm sorry, you will have to wear the jumpsuit. I don't have anything else here that would fit you." It was true. I was bigger and taller than Amy4 and I didn't have any clothing left behind from either of my two long-term girlfriends, if you could call less than a year long-term. Everything is relative. "But that's a good idea. We should get you some different clothing. Let's stop by a store on our way back here."
We both got dressed, took the elevator downstairs and walked out of the building. Amy slipped her arm into mine and took that same arm with her other hand. It was a very affectionate gesture, one that none of my previous girlfriends had ever done, and I really liked it. It made me wonder whether she had been programmed to do this or whether this was another example of her assessing a situation and determining what to do, similar to her comment about changing clothing back in the apartment.
Walking along the street toward the Metro station with this beautiful girl on my arm, I felt really proud and happy. I was smiling and I noted that other people noticed her and I walking so affectionately and some of them smiled back at us. Wow. This is pretty cool.
