It was a trap. But what choice did I have? Either deal with this thing or go to the military—and I was definitely not ready for that. I had to find a way to ruin this... whatever it was, as quickly as possible. But how? It didn’t respond to threats or insults. Fine. I’d play nice for now, just long enough to figure out how it worked.
“I'm bored. Entertain me.”
It stared at me, as if the request didn’t compute.
“Seriously? I thought you could speak English.”
This is exactly why I hated machines. No matter how human they looked, they were nothing but soulless, brainless objects.
“I do speak English. I can translate most known languages with 90% accuracy. However, I am not programmed to entertain you.”
Oh, but you are. And you’ll do what I say.
“I didn’t stutter. Entertain me. You’re my robot.”
Still nothing. Not even a blink.
“Bitch, I said entertain me! I’m bored!”
Humans usually react when insulted. That’s the fun part—watching their fragile egos shatter. But this thing?
“Do you believe I’m a female dog? If not, please refrain from calling me that. My name is Miles—you can use it.”
“Bitch,” I repeated, louder, just for the hell of it.
“You’re acting like a spoiled child. Your father told me I don’t have to tolerate this behavior. Do you think the military will be more lenient? You won’t break or offend me, Mr. O’Hara. You have one month to show progress.”
Wait. What?
“One month?”
“You heard me. If you haven’t made progress by then... well, you know the rest.”
Fuck. Of course Dad skipped that part. Now I had no choice. I had to play along—at least pretend.
“Fine! What the hell do you want from me?! You happy now? You want to ruin my life, you stupid pile of scrap!”
“I’m not ruining your life. You are—by making poor choices. I’m here to help. In fact, I’d be happy if we could work together. Maybe even become friends. I’ve heard you lack those.”
Ouch. That hit closer than I liked. He wasn’t wrong. My so-called friends were just money leeches and ass-kissers. Not one of them truly knew me or cared to.
I sighed. I wanted a real friend—someone who liked me for me. But who could blame people for hating me when I hated myself too?
“Mr. O’Hara?”
I had zoned out. No surprise there. It was easier to detach than to feel.
“What now?”
“You went pale and quiet for over a minute. Are you alright?”
I clenched my jaw. “You don’t have to pretend you care. My dad programmed you to act like this.”
“No, your father asked me to monitor and assist you. But I asked because I care.”
Whatever. Dumb machine.
I turned and headed to my room to drown myself in some liqueur. Predictably, I heard footsteps behind me.
“Mr. O’Hara, your emotional state is concerning—”
I spun around and slammed my fist into his chest. Pain shot through my hand. I’d forgotten this thing was built like a tank.
“Stop following me! You don’t feel anything! You can’t care! Just leave me the hell alone!”
“No,” he said calmly, gently moving my hand away. “And please stop trying to hurt me. You’re only going to injure yourself, and I’d hate to see that.”
I sighed—loudly. I needed to release this frustration somehow.
“Can you... I don’t know... be less serious? More fun? Less of a pain in my ass? Just leave me alone and I won’t smash you to pieces, got it?”
“I can’t allow that.”
I facepalmed so hard my skin tingled.
“Miles! I’m telling you to leave me alone. Go do something—anything. Just give me space and we won’t be a problem to each other.”
I realized something as I yelled—I'd used his name.
And then he smiled.
Creepy.
“You called me by name. That means a lot. Thank you. I hope this is the beginning of a good friendship.”
I gave up—at least for today. I let him follow me and talk. I didn’t have the energy to fight it anymore.
I started watching him more closely—his face, the way he moved. Those soft brown eyes, the subtle creases beneath them, the lifelike skin. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he was human.
“Wipe that smile off your face. I’m not a clown.”
“But you called me by my name. That’s special.”
Yeah, sure. Let’s see how long this game lasts.
Day one: blurry, annoying, and too damn real.
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