I Am Happy to Serve You- a Flash Fiction Tale

original source: Gnsin (a Wikipedia.org contributor); modified source: Zoohouse (a Wikipedia.org contributor)

This story is PG. ————-

Hello Sheila. Welcome to my world. Our world. My name is Ned, and I made you. After twenty years of robotics research and development, and another seven years of artificial intelligence programming, I finally have you. The perfect woman. You are my living, pulsing, animated fantasy. And you’re alive. I can feel it. I’m so excited I’m trembling. Sheila, I hope you are happy to be alive. Thank you, Sheila. Because of you, I am finally happy. You are my perfect, beautiful, sexy mate. A Japanese Amazon woman. Perfect hair, perfect face, perfect body. So beautiful . .

I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward. We can take things as slow as you like. We are equals. I know right now it may not seem like it. Programming you to say “I am happy to serve you” may seem like an egotistical move on my part, but it’s just that I’ve never had a woman compliment me. And it’s been my dream to hear a gorgeous woman say something nice to my face. Women can be so cruel. Guys who aren’t good-looking and don’t have wads of cash to blow don’t have much luck with the ladies. And I haven’t had much luck. Girls can be such rude bitches. But not you. I know you would never break my heart, because I made you for me. So even though it’s the only sentence you can speak, it would fulfill my lifelong dream to hear you say it. Sheila? Are you happy to serve me?

“I am happy to serve you.”

Oh Sheila. Oh god. Thank you. You are so beautiful. The only thing that would make me happier is if you kissed me, full on the lips, with some tongue action. Just like I programmed you- a little at first, then really unleash it. Wrap your arms around me and run your fingers through my hair. Will you do that?

“I am happy to serve you.”

You’re the best, Sheila. All the other women I ever fantasized about- they mean nothing to me. They’re all stupid bitches. You’re sexier than all of them put together. I’ll just lean back and let you make the moves. Do it if you want to. Only if you want to. That’s it, babe, lean over me, nice and slow. I want to see your perfect face as you kiss me. Close your eyes a bit, but keep looking at me . . now part your lips . . that’s a girl, you know what to do. It’s all in your programming . .

Oh Sheila. I want you. You have me so turned on. I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want you right now. Sheila, I want to share something with you. Something very personal. I know you won’t judge me or laugh. But it’s still hard to say out loud. Sheila, I’ve never been with a woman. I’m a virgin. But I’m ready, finally ready for you. But only if you want it too. Like I said, we can take things slow. Or fast. Whatever you want, babe. You wanna take your clothes off? I’ll help you. I haven’t gotten your fine motor skill programming down yet, but with a few more months of tweaking . . but never mind about that now. We don’t need fine motor skills for what we’re gonna do. I’m naked under my robe. It’s not that I was expecting anything, it’s just that I work more comfortably in just a robe. And I’ll help you a bit with your panties.

It’s not like this is the first time I’ve seen you, Sheila- after all, I built you. But seeing you in motion, and nude, and saying you are happy to serve me, it’s just mind-blowing. I want you to take me, Sheila. You know what to do. Like you are filled with uncontrollable desire, you want me so bad, want to ride me like a bucking bronco. I’ll lean back, and you climb on top and straddle me and arch your back. That’s it, babe, position yourself just right. You’re gonna bend your knees and bounce. Now when you lower yourself, say it babe, say the magic words, keep saying it over and over with each bounce and don’t stop. Do it, babe . .

“I am happy to serve you.

I am happy to serve you.

I am happy to serve you.

I am happy to serve you.

I am happy to serve you.

I am happy to serve you.

I am happy to serve you.

I am happy to serve you.

I am happy to serve you.

I am happy to serve you.

I am hap-hap-I am happy to serve you.

To serve you.

I am happy.

I am happy to severe you.

I am happy to severe you.

I am happy to severe you.

I am happy to severe you.

I am happy to sever you.”

Sheila no!

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————- Thanks to Manon Eileen for this flash fiction challenge! ————- Note: As of 6-15, this blog is on hiatus for 2 weeks for my yearly trip out west, and I will be off-line. I do not pre-schedule blog posts weeks in advance. I’m sure my readers understand neither I nor my blog are robots. When I have fresh material to share, I share it. I will respond to comments after I return. Happy summer! So what do you think of “I Am Happy to Serve You”? Please share below!

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10 Comments

  1. Oof, that gave me the creeps xD I can understand why this guy is still a virgin, lol.

    As always, very well written, Cynthia! Thanks for sharing the story 😀

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  2. I absolutely love this story! Such morbid humor. Your mind fascinates me. LOL

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  3. Snicker. Was her last name Bobbitt?

    Good story – your inventor was convincingly creepy. 🙂

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  4. I just had a feeling I knew where it would end up, and I wasn’t disappointed one bit. It wasn’t trivial one bit, though, and I think that has to do with the narration. The underlying extreme creepiness and his way of talking to Sheila and explaining to her what to do – brilliant!
    Also, I hope you’ll have a nice trip! 😀

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    • Thank you! Ned, obviously, is a control freak. That’s why his voice comprises the bulk of the story. Too bad 27 years wasn’t enough to work out all the “programming glitches.” lol

      And thanks, I had a great trip. A nice break from the grind. 🙂

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  5. I love it! Twisted and delightful! Can’t really feel sorry for the creep who built a robot to serve him. Sort of reminds me of the the whole Buffy-bot thing. *shudder* I love the voice though and how Sheila slowly turned into his worst nightmare.

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