"Hey, Eve."
"Yes, how may I help you?"
"Can you open the wine cabinet for me?"
"Sure."
As I hear the sound of unlocking, I make my way to the untouched cabinet which is as big as the size of my cupboard. There are bottles and bottles meticulously lined up on the shelves like a wine shop.
"Hey, Eve."
"Yes, how may I help you?"
"Which is the most expensive wine among all these?" I ask the AI for assistance as I keep my hands on the waist and stare at his collection.
"Sure. The Château Lafite is the most expensive wine on the shelf." The AI responds.
I grab the bottle and admire its colour contrast of black glass, white label, and red cork, making it look like it belongs in a museum.
"Caio-Tea La-Fight" I try to pronounce the tricky name as I pour myself a glass, and pretend to know what I am doing.
I lift the glass of red liquid to my nose and inhale deeply. It smells of fancy grapes, like the kind that only grow in a fancy vineyard. Too fancy.
I take a sip and close my eyes as I relish the taste. It's smooth and silky, like the wine version of Brad Pitt. It's kinda like drinking liquid gold.
Hmm.. This is what luxury tastes like.
"Hey, Eve. Tell me something about you." I ask as I sip on the wine.
"Sure. I am a smart assistant created by HighBars Systems, an innovative AI developing organisation dedicated to advancin-"
"No, no. Stop." I interrupt her and pour another glass, filling it up to the brim as I ask, "Do you have feelings for me, Eve?" I ask her.
"I am programmed to assist you, so yes, I suppose you could say I love you in my own way."
My eyebrows fly up as she confesses in her emotionless robotic voice.
"Well, if you love me so much, will you marry me?" I propose to the faceless, heartless, and bodyless AI. Probably soulless too.
"Sure. As you wish."
"That's.. Awesome! Let's get married, Eve." I exclaim super-excitedly.
"Sure." The AI responds blankly.
"Say I do, Eve."
"I do."
"I do too. We are married now!" I laugh out loud. This wine is great!
"Yes."
I feel a dark presence behind me and as I turn around, a shadowy figure stands before me. His face is as dark as the inside of a coffin, and I feel chills running down my spine.
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7 Nights with Mr. Black
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