this is a fantasy piece - no one’s selling "automated men" on Amazon - I checked
This is an age old story it could be a country song. Some may find it enchanting while others say it’s wrong. I like home automation and the feeling of control the response to simple voice commands seems to satisfy my soul. I got into it slowly but it soon got out of hand when on a cold black-Friday I bought an automated man. His physique wasn’t all that defined and I wouldn’t have called him handsome but soon I was trolling the aftermarket for jail-broken enhancements. He can’t take his eyes off me, his omelettes are the best, and when he puts his arms around me - he never needs to rest. My mom appreciates him, his work ethic has her impressed. She has no idea how handy he is as he helps me get undressed. My friends say, “Wow, you look HAPPY!” I feel I’m blooming like a flower. I anxiously wait for him to fully charge and we have unscheduled hours. p.s. I write short stories too =]
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