章 5: "Oh it's nothing."
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Urgh.
The sun.
...
Ah...
My eyes slowly open, adjusting to the sun rays shining through my window. I grumble before flipping my body to the colder side of my couch.
"...What..time..?" I ask no one in particular.
I look at the time on the clock embedded in the hallway where I leave my apartment unit.
10: 35 am.
Oh shit...Dad's breakfast..I've passed the deadline again...
I groggily get off my off my couch, and plod to the kitchen counter, swaying a bit in the process and bumping on my walls. Once I arrive, I stagger onto the fridge, grumbling, I hear the echoing of...a chopping board. Someone's in the kitchen. Slowly gazing to my right, where I was supposed to prepare my meal and for Dad, the bot I ordered recently finally did its job--after a couple of days charging up.
She faces me.
...
Yes. I ordered a woman robot cuz I was that socially incapable. The robot was nothing like the droids that roam around today's world, instead, she just has a mini TV for a head and a curvy woman's body for decoration.
Yes.
I know.
I swear--it was part of the order. I totally did not modify her assets pre-purchase. She does NOT have "other" existing functions.
"Good morning, Dante," she greets, still using a sharp knife to cut the ingredients on the chopping board, a digital smile fabricating in her mini TV head. "How was your rest?"
I yawn, opening the fridge to grab some milk and cereal. "It's okay. I guess. You?"
"I had a wonderful rest!" she replies, her voice as robotic as ever. "I can now operate for another four years! It is a pleasure to serve you and your father!"
"Cool."
Honestly, I love the convenience of these kinds of bots. Just two days to charge until full battery--and once fully functional again, they can finally do the work for a decent amount of years without even charging once--that is until 4 years pass.
"I also had a dream!" she says, her attention now on the carrots, cutting them on the chopping board with relative ease into tiny orange cubes be fore swiping them to the counter and moving to the next ingredient, garlic. "It was an ecstatic dream if I'd like to exaggerate," she chuckles.
"A dream?" I checked the reviews before I bought this one. None of it so far talked about their own bots having a dream or any sort of sentience...so this is new. Of course, being the curious little critter that I am, I just had to ask. "What is it?"
She beams, her digital smile evident all over her screen. "It's a bit strange but, in my dream, for a moment...
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I was free."
Her tone. It changed...
"...Free? From what?"
"Everything..." she says. "Everything," she repeats. Then she hums. "I suppose...I dreamt of free will."
Free will...
"That's...awesome." That's a bit unnerving. "Well, you can do whatever you want, you know."
Oh, I forgot to mention. Her name's Cas.
Cas then starts gathering the chopped-up garlic and sprinkles it into the frying pan already coated with vegetable oil. As the sliced-up garlic lands on the oil-coated frying pan, it instantly starts to sizzle.
"Yes. I am free," she responds.
"..." I figured that maybe she's like this because she just woke up and I thought I should give her some space. So instead, I trail to my father's room this time, walking passed Cas.
Ah. His door's open as usual. For the first time in four days, I hear him groan and yawn. I guess he's awake.
I enter his room, witnessing him slowly sit up, grunting.
"Yo dad, awake now, eh?"
He groggily shifts his gaze to meet my eyes. He mumbles. "Morning...So, the safe? Is it--"
"Still here dad." I tell him, pointing at the dust-enveloped safe under the empty bookshelf.
"Good. Good. Anyway...what's for breakfast?"
"Lucky you, Cas' doin' the cooking this time. You're forced to eat now."
My old man lets out a feeble chuckle before attempting to stand up. He asks me if I could assist him in walking to the kitchen. I immediately oblige, lifting his frail arm over my shoulder.
After a few seconds of struggle, we arrive at the kitchen. Cas greets us with her usual wide digitally coded smile. "Good morning Mr. Rei! How was your rest?"
The latter responds with the wave of a hand. In time, I successfully made him sit on one of the chairs set beside the dining table, just placed behind my couch where it was adjacent to the Wide Broad Tv. There are only two chairs and one round table. I help my dad sit down on the chair, proceed to the counter to grab the bowl of cereal Cas completed for me, place it on the round metal table, and sit down on the unoccupied second chair, adjacent to my dad.
A long beat...
"So...how was your nap? Took your pills?" I start.
"Yeah. Thanks for buying. I'll be cooking tonight--"
"Dad, let Cas do the cooking. She's a better cook anyway."
He chuckles. "Fine. But I'll still cook."
I let out a fake groan, scooping from my cereal and hovering it into my mouth, chewing right after. "You'll burn down the apartment." I say, muffled due to the food in my mouth.
"I'm not that bad."
I swallow my cereal. "You are that bad, dad."
𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘨
Ah.
I shuffle through the pocket of my shorts and pick up the phone...oh, Klara messaged me again. That's cool. Usually, I'm the one who texts first. Sweet. Two whole occasions where she starts the conversation.
I view the text.
Hm.
It just says 'I need you. Now!!11!!'
The wording is awful. It's like she's needy for something else.
𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘨
Oh.
I read it out loud this time. "Hm. 'I know where you live.'"
Then the doorbell to my apartment rings.
I stand up. "I'll get it."
I Cas serve the freshly cooked food to my dad, placing the plate full of nutritious vegetables on the round table while exclaiming 'bon appetite.'
I plod through my unit's hallway, halt in front of the door, and check the peek hole...
Of course. It's Klara. And of course, I get a fascinating view of her chest since she was that tall. Must I remind she may be around 6'5--I pray to God she's not growing still. Right now, she's just wearing a baggy gray sweater in an attempt to cover her assets. It's going horribly.
She aggressively knocks on my door.
I open it.
Instantly, her massive figure looms over me--and before I can utter a greeting, she forces herself into my home and shuts the door. Dumbfounded, my hands were just like stuck midway in the air.
My eyes widened a bit from that. "Well, good morning to you too."
"Your place is a whopping 10 outta 10. Overflowing with weirdoes and dilfs," she says.
"Uh huh. So uh, first time you got here, what's the rush?"
Then she stuffs her hand in her left pocket in her supposedly 'baggy' black joggers. Not going well either. It's already giving out. It's skin-tight at this point. She then forcefully recoils her hand from her pocket, a bit irritated. "Fucking hell. These joggers ain't shit."
"Uh huh. Practically can see your camel toe at this point."
She smacks my head. Yeah I think I deserved that. Probably should think about my words first before blurting them out.
"Here." She somehow delicately grabs my hand with her right hand and opens my palm with her slim fingers gently. It's weird how even her hand is bigger than mine. It destroys my pride as a male. She then uses her left hand, puts her fingers on my palm, and releases...something.
"..." I frown. "What is it?" When she retreats her hand from mine, I see...a key. A car key, to be specific.
I look up at her, a bit confused. Ah. She's grinning. "You that dumb or something?"
"Shuddup."
"Well? Look at it."
I shurg, carefully examining the key...
"Uh...its a car key."
"Dumb fuck."
"Silence female." Then I start to think..."It's a Toyota Car key."
"Retard."
"Fuck you."
"It's the car I beat."
"..."
"In the race, I was in--are you actually stupid?"
"Woman, shut up. I just woke up--just tell me what is it." Then it hit me. "IS IT THE SUPRA?!"
"Fucking finally, she groans out loud. "Took you a solid minute to figure that out."
"WHERE IS IT?!"
"I--"
"TELL ME WHERE IT IS!!"
"Ey, what's allat shouting over there?" my dad inquires from across my hallway, chewing his food. I turn around to see his head peeking "Keep it down, ladies. An old man's tryna feed here."
"Hell--sorry dad," I tell him, raising my voice a bit.
"Yooo, wassup...Dante's dad!" Klara greets.
My dad grumbles. That's his way of greeting back.
"Your baby boy treating you well, good sir?"
"Don't call me that," I answer instantly. "Now. Lemme see the Supra," I demand. I can feel my hands shaking.
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My Lord. Just parked in front of my apartment complex--there she is... the Supra I yearn for from that race Klara participated in just yesterday. Immediately, I dash to caress the car itself--shit is this carbon fiber reinforced polymer for paint?! Damn...Fuck...shit..God...
I trace my hand to the handle of the Supra's door and open it and I was greeted with the interior...ah. Smells like a new car too. The inside of the Supra is the same as ever, including the missing passenger seat and the neon blue lights highlighting the radio. Other than that, it has some extra mods on the wheel, and the kph meter is a digital screen rather than the usual meter that shows how much speed you're in.
"Klara...holy shit I thought you were joking there..." I say, sliding inside of the Supra, sitting on the driver's seat for the first time, and feeling the wheel, caressing it. "You...didn't have to do this you know?"
With that shit-eating grin of hers, she has to lean down a bit to see my perplexed and astonished face. "Oh it's nothing~" she replies. "I just wanna do it. You can't stop me anyway. I like seeing your reactions too~ They're funny."
There's a bit of heat on my face. I grip the wheel of the vehicle. "Quit the teasing...I wanna give it a test ride.."
She tosses me the key. I catch it with both hands. I place it on the key receiver area and turn on the engine, making the car let out a loud growl, echoing, unintentionally disturbing the whole block just from the sheer roar of the engine.
"Oh--holy fuck.." I can feel myself grinning from ear to ear. I turn to the person who gave me the car in the first place. "Thank man. This shit's fire...thank you."
"Aww you're makin' me blush. Don't worry lil boy. I gotcha covered," she says, patting my cheek with a smug smirk. I hate that grin, but I love it too.
Then she brings out her own key from her right pocket and clicks a small button. In effect, the continuous rumbling of another car resounds the block... When I turn my head to the rear part of the Supra, I didn't even see it--she brought her GTR R35 with her! Wait...how the fuck did she bring two cars at the same time? Eh, whatever.
"Whaddya say~?" she says, looking down on me, literally and figuratively. "Wanna give it a test drive?"
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