Automaton

The robot I’ve been having sex with has another hard drive crash. I feed a disc into the base of its neck and its metal chest heaves as the program for realistic breathing is replaced. I go into the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of us. I sit down and begin eating my eggs. Eventually the robot comes out and sits down in the chair across from me. Its LED lights blink once or twice. I clear the awkwardness by telling it my name and user identification number. It wirelessly connects to the server to retrieve more information about me. As it does, its lights begin to blink faster. The robot chuckles, and then begins laughing uncontrollably. It asks, “That’s what you’re into?” I shrug and start giggling myself.