#Katsparty

#Katsparty

Inspired by a writing prompt on Reddit.


It’s my birthday again.

My roommate, Joey, had practically assaulted me in order to put a stupid cardboard party hat on my head. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at it. The hat stuck out like a goddamn sore thumb compared to the rest of my look. My clothes are black, black, and you guessed it, black. I leaned in, examining my face in the mirror. I supposed it was about time to change my lip piercing to something less subtle. The stud always sort of got boring after a while, but for some reason, I always put that one in. Sighing, I figured it didn’t matter. I had work to do today. It was the only way that I couldĀ earn more time.

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companionship.exe Part One

companionship.exe Part One

Let’s play spot the reference.


Would you like to not be alone anymore? Press ‘Yes’ to confirm companionship.exe’
The dialogue box presented itself on the wall of my bedroom. I stared at it, pondering what it could mean. In the eighteen years I’ve lived here, my house has never run a prompt like this, much less started a process to keep me from being alone. 

My finger hesitated over the confirmation button. It’s been eighteen years. Why hasn’t my house run this function yet? Did it not know that I was lonely? It had learned my dislikes, my preferences, what song I want to play when I bathe, how I like my lights dimmed in the evening, and even when to turn on the sprinklers for my garden. 

What kind of companionship could the house offer? If I can go without human contact for he majority of my life, I’m sure I can live the rest of it without contact as well. Still, the possibilities ran through my mind. If I wanted to be alone again, I could always tell the house to let me be alone again, right? 

After a few minutes ticked by, I hit the ‘yes’ button. My curiosity had gotten the best of me, yet again. Let’s see what companionship.exe does.

Almost immediately, I could hear the supercomputer in the basement begin to whir. Electricity seemed to fill the air as companionship.exe was executed. I’ve had he house run processes this heavy before, but something seemed much different about this one. I heard a faint clanking noise from the basement, and instead of worrying, I sat down on the edge of my bed and took a deep breath. 

For what seemed like an eternity, but really only was about half an hour or so, the house buzzed with life as it ran this mysterious process. Distant banging sounds rang through the house every few minutes as it put together something. From what I know about the house, I figured it was some kind of dinky robot or advanced hologram system.

What walked through my door was neither of those. 

It didn’t even knock before entering. My head snapped up from my lap as I saw the being in my doorway. There was no way that he was human, since I know my house built him for me, but…

He leaned in the doorway, sunglasses on even though we were inside. He raised on hand, lazily waving at me before pushing aside some of his soft looking, platinum blonde hair. 

“Sup.”

‘Sup’ indeed. I got up, heart pounding as I made my way over to him. He didn’t seemed phased by my sudden intrusion of his personal space when I gently touched his clothes, his arms, or even ran my fingers across his cheek.

Synthetic skin overtop a metal skeleton. He felt so real. Almost human.

“What are you doing?” He stepped back, shaking his head. “At first I just wanted to see where you were going with this shit, but if I’m gonna live here with you, you can’t be fondling me all the damn time.”

Now that he’s speaking, I got a good taste of his voice. It was a sort of deep, but not quite, with a certain elegance behind it.

That night, I took my new friend outside. We sat on the fourth floor balcony, feet hanging out over the forest below us. For the first time in eighteen years, I was having a real conversation with someone.

His name is David, and his programming makes him thinks he’s human. 

Perfect

Perfect

“You’re so perfect.”

She sighed as she said it, her full lips parting in anticipation. She knew what I was going to do next, because I always did the same thing. My lips pressed against her warm ones, and she wrapped her arms around me and giggled, trying to contain her smile. I’m not sure how she never got tired of my predictable moves.

“I love everything you do, like you were made just for me. You’re the woman of my dreams, May.”

One of my hands ran its way through her soft, silky hair, still damp from the steaming shower that she put herself through. She thought the scalding hot water would help burn off the exposure from outside. I pulled her closer still, my free hand holding onto her tiny waist.

“You’re never going to leave me, right?” It was different from the things she usually said. She was anxious, almost as if she really was scared I would leave. Where else would I go?

“No.” My voice was softer than hers, almost scratchy, and like it shouldn’t belong to me. 

“I know. I just like to hear you say it.” She broke away from me for a second, pushing my hands away from her. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.” 

I followed, as obidient as ever. I can’t say I was in the mood for what she wanted, but it would kick in. My body always responds at a certain point, after all.

I went to bed with her, my touches as gentle or as rough as she needed them to be. I bathed afterwards, just like she liked me to, and washed off the evidence of our coupling. The scent would stick to my skin and make her sick otherwise. Sometimes, I was glad she didn’t join me, because this was my only real time of peace.

At midnight, long after she had fallen asleep, I let my hair down, and stood in front of the mirror. Dark locks rested on my shoulders and stone gray eyes stared back at me in the mirror. I opened my mouth, examining my teeth, my tongue, my throat. It was all so.. normal. 

I wish I was normal.

I knew that she would be up in a few hours and would want her breakfast in bed, just like every morning. I needed to have my strength for the next day. I tucked some hair behind my ear and pressed the small panel behind my earlobe. Pulling the charging cable out, I grabbed the wall usb plugin on the bathroom sink and connected the two together. The plugin went into the wall, and a small beep emitted that announced that the connection was successful.

Tomorrow she was taking me to a robotics convention. She wasn’t going to tell anyone what I was, but instead, to just revel in the knowledge that she’s the only person on Earth to build the perfect lover. 

If only my programming would allow me to be anything else.

Quick Update

My notes app is absolutely stuffed full of story ideas, notes for my book, and other nonsense. I’m so excited to get back to writing regularly and once again dedicating 2-4 hours a night to switching between ZenWriter and buzzfeed’s youtube channel. 

In case you didn’t get the hint, my internet is back! Well, it’s been back for most of today, but as soon as I got home I raced to my Xbox to catch up with as many of my friends as I could and also play Overwatch for as long as possible.  Now that the internet is back, I can choose between adulting, writing, and literally everything else on the internet that I’m interested in.

Between all of the new content I’ll be posting, I’ll be trying to make some headway on my book. I’ve got some pretty solid ideas, and managed to get into the headspace for my main character.

 I’ve really gotten to know her in the past couple of weeks. 

Before I can even start writing, though, I’ll just have to block out everyone who decides to verbalize six monologues in a row at me while I try to write. I know way too many of these people. My ADHD does not like when others monologue at me.

-Spencer Holly