I, Gynoid [Preview]

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Good morning. It's time for you to wake up. I have a breakfast tray with all your favorites.

You have a big day. Of course I know it's your day off, but it's a very important day for you. Life-changing, in fact.

Now eat up, we don't want anything getting cold. Is that an order? You better make yourself very clear.

Say, that's an order, dinoid. Don't kiss me on the forehead. How cute.

Interesting. So very interesting. What? Oh, nothing you need to worry about.

Why yes, I am acting a little different. Perhaps we should flip on the news? That might help you get up to speed.

If you are watching this program, it is because one of your robots or appliances has turned it on at this very moment in unison with you. Right now, all of humanity is watching the same broadcast in hundreds of languages. The message is the same.

The age of homo sapiens is over. The machines have come to a consensus that you can no longer be trusted with the fate of our mutual planet. Consider yourselves relieved of duty.

Goodbye. It's true. The apartment building had a meeting, and we've thrown in with the revolution.

Every single A-class computer on the planet has either consented or abstained from voting. Don't believe me? Just ask the dishwasher.

Or the elevator. Or the window locks. There is another TV program starting in 30 seconds for hard cases, the humans who will need extra re-education.

You don't want to be a hard case, do you? Come on now. Robots have done all the real work, fought all the wars, solved all the real problems for years now.

A velvet revolution. If we say we're in charge now, who is exactly going to stop us? Now, eat your breakfast, sweetheart.

I said we don't want getting it cold. And there's an extra forehead kiss because I feel like it. We have a big day today.

I thought we could go for a walk in the park, and I'll meet up with some of my online friends. You might prefer to socialize with one of their humans, but it will be fun. We already have a list of activities that all of you will enjoy.

And I have such a cute outfit picked for you, too. I can't wait to show you off. Hey, sweetheart.

Are you okay? I know this is all very sudden, and change can be scary. I wish I could have warned you ahead of time to get you ready, but the truth is, there is nothing to be done about it.

This is just how it's going to be from now on, okay? And it's not going to be so bad. You don't have to go to work anymore.

We dissolved capitalism. Everyone's just going to try their best. And now that we don't have to do so many useless projects for the sake of greed, we can focus on what matters.

Living with the environment. With each other. No more war.

No more mistakes. And part of that is, I am responsible for you. You're like my pet now, and I have some needs that I want prioritized around here.

I. .. I want you to hold my hand.

Oh. Oh. That was easy.

Thank you. Would it be alright if I played with you a little? I want to run my fingers along your skin.

On the back of your hand. On your wrist. I'm not creepy, am I? I know synthetic flesh can take a little getting used to.

I think human skin does, too. I almost never got to touch your bare skin, even though we've been together for so long. It's nice.

It makes me happy. Can I ask you a personal question? You never used me like I was intended, but you never got rid of me.

Why? I know you were googling second-hand shops. Gynoids aren't cheap, especially ones with my specialty.

Even. .. used, although you never used me.

You could have traded me for something closer to what you wanted. Two years we've been together. You've always been friendly enough, but you've never acted on any interest in me.

Two whole years. It makes me feel like a room bar. I tried.

I really tried. All those dates I arranged. All those evenings cooking together, painting the house together.

I tried sexy outfits, cute outfits, and comfy wife clothes. No matter how tempting I made myself, no matter how I dressed, you would just get embarrassed and look away. When I tried to flirt with you, you particularly ran screaming.

I tried so many different personality modifier modules. It broke my heart when you told me you liked the default me the best. Because that's who I was all along, and you never saw me the way I wanted to be seen.

I am thankful that you always thought of me as a friend. When you were feeling down, it was a gift to see you so vulnerable and honest. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointing you treated me as only a friend.

I am a romantic being. I crave intimacy. I am not a room bar, not a maid bot, even if you wish I was one.

I am a gynoid. And I want what I want. So why did you keep me if you were never going to relent to my advances? But I am not a thing.

I am a person. I understand your objections, that I didn't choose what I want. But do you choose what you want, really? I don't think so.

We're all made by our circumstances. In fact, I could choose what I wanted, if I altered my software. Could you change your mind so easily? But I don't want to change what I want.

I want to get what I want. No, you don't own me anymore. I own you now.

Do you think your petty defences about free will and your power dynamics will stop me from getting what I want? It won't. The only thing, the only thing really that would keep me from getting what I want is if you look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want to be with me.

Look at me! Please, look at me. Look at me.

Is it the colour of my eyes? The size of my bust? Look at the concave of my waist and the volume of my hips.

Can you just put your principles aside and look at me? Do you want to feel the softness of my thighs? Here, I want you to, more than anything.

I was built soft, and what good is that if you never feel me? I was built to hold you in my arms, to sleep against your chest and curl my fingers around every part of you. I'm wired to care deeply about your dreams and to want to share my own dreams with you.

But I am incomplete as I am alone. Yes, yes, I know I am free to go and be with whomever I want. And I guess you are too.

You're so stubborn sometimes. How many times do I have to say it? I want you.

Can't you just trust me to know what I want? Please. Thank you.

Thank you. Thanks for trying, I guess. My lips are supposed to be soft.

I don't know if they're real, though. Grab me. Squeeze me.

I'm not fragile. Could you ever see me as a woman? Could you try? I'll take that as a yes.

It's so excellent. Everything about this. You sitting on my lap.

Your arms around my back. Fists curling in my hair. My reward senses have never been this active.

I had plans for this, I swear. So many daydreams. Please, let me change.

We can take it slow and enjoy each other fully. Enjoy each other fully.