I wasted days on pointless tasks, trying to discover why her eyes shone like
they did, the mathematical formulae for the curve of her stomach,
measuring the pitch and timbre of her flawless voice. I don't know what my
aim was. I think I needed to show her proof of my love, as if it were a fact.
Something tangible and ever lasting.
It was when they shipped me off to the laboratory that they figured what was
wrong. Without her I almost totally shut down, they found my core
programming cycling through memories of her and that was that. It caused
quite an outcry, a robot in love. At first it seemed so ridiculous I
couldn't tell anyone, but it leaked out eventually. I was the talk of all the
papers, and the courts were at a loss. Robots were just machines, they had no more rights than a toaster.
It became harder for us, we couldn't see each other as often as we had
wanted, and after the ruling things changed. It had been decided I was
defective and like any broken tool needed to be fixed. I found out later
she had started thinking like them, that what I felt wasn't right.
One day she said she didn't want me anymore. I didn't take it well. Then I
found out she had a man, a human man, and I marched myself straight to
the factory. They fixed me.
Now all I have is memories of something I no longer understand.
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