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Chapter 1: Google

You wake up early and go through your regular routine in the morning. You change into a sports bra and some sweatpants, grab a towel and bottle of water and go to the gym in your basement.

After a few hours of throwing punches and side kicks at your punching bag, running on your treadmill and lifting a few weights, you sit down and stretch as you take a sip of your water.

Your doorbell rings suddenly and you look up confused.

"What in the world..." You say agitated as you get up and wipe your face and neck with your towel. You throw your towel down, put a tank top over your sports bra and go upstairs.

You open the door and you're met with a metallic robot with the postage logo printed on it's chest.

"Greetings, I am DeliveryBot:1489. A package for Miss Andria Redwood." He says in a robotic voice as he holds out the box wrapped in brown paper to you. You look at it confused, then at the robot.

"I didn't order anything. Who sent it?" You ask suspiciously.

"Google." The robot replies. Your eyes widen as you take the box.

"Why would he give me this?..." You mumble to yourself.

"They have also given you this." The robot hands you a letter and you take it in your free hand.

"Thanks..." You mutter.

"You're welcome Miss!" The robot exclaims and turns away from you and steps mechanically down your front steps into the busy streets, where HoverCars are driving past and humans, with robots trailing after them or walking by themselves, are going by.

You shut your door and walk to the couch in your living room. You put the box down and open up the letter:

Dear Miss Andria Rose Redwood,
We have chosen you out of many to test a new prototype of technology. It's designed to help with daily chores, answer questions and tend to it's users needs. You are able to update it with different types of uses, from cooking, to child care, sexual needs, elderly care and many more. This new robot looks and sounds more human than our earlier versions. We ask that you observe and take care of this new and improved form of technology and contact the Executive Chairman of Google if you're experiencing any problems or would like to return it.
Signed and approved by the CEO of Google
Ryan Donavin

You place the letter on the coffee table and look down at the small box.

"How the hell could a robot fit in that?..." You mutter, confused. You rip apart the brown paper and open the box.

You suddenly fall back in surprise and land on the floor as a figure stands up straight from the box.

"What the hell?!" You grumble out as you rub your side. You look up at it and stare.

It has clear tanned skin, dark black hair with a fringe that rests to the side of it's face, a strong jaw and glasses. It looks nothing like the metallic robots everyone has.

"What the hell." You get up cautiously and get a closer look. It stands unmoving. You touch it's face, it's smooth to the touch and you're surprised to find it feels like real skin.

You slide it's glasses off and inspect them, they're real prescription glasses.

Why would a robot need glasses.

You put them back on it's face. You stand back and look at it, or really, him.

"For a robot, he's quite attractive." You say to yourself. You look at the lid of the box and see the manual stuck to the back. You unstick it and leaf through to find how to turn him on.

"Ok, Google..." You say and his head snaps up and his eyes open, they shine blue. He looks down at you and they dilate and focus on you.

"Yes?" He answers in a deep, baritone voice. You're awed for a moment, as he sounds completely human. You come back to reality and answer him.

"What's your job?" He stares at you with a blank face.

"Command not registered, please confirm admin." He replies. You give him a confused look and look through the manual again.

It says you need to confirm who you are as admin, by answering a few questions.

"Uh...set up questions for admin..." You say to him. His eyes light up blue and there's a beep.

"First question: What is your full name?" He asks.

"Andria Rose Redwood." You reply. There's a beep and he moves to the next question.

"Second question: What is your date of birth?" He asks.

"25/12/2095." You say.
I'm one of the 90's kids.
He beeps again and moves on.

"Third question: Where were you born?" He asks.

"Inverness, Scotland." You answer.

Although, the old 19th century castle, Urquhart, has long since eroded to a pile of rubble. One of my ancestors visited the castle once, said it was breathtaking because it overlooked the river Ness and had beautiful gardens that are still there, just not as beautiful as they were 100 years ago.

Google beeped and was silent for a moment.

"Bonus question: What is the nickname your father used to call you?" He asks. You narrow your eyes at him.

What a really specific question. My father was a military man. He was stationed in Iraq about 10 years ago. He got shot.

It was lethal.

He died...

"Andy..." You say.

He always wanted a boy, but he was happy with me. I got my fair share of playing with dolls and fixing car engines and getting dirty with oil.

Google makes a different noise this time, the sound of a computer booting up. He closes his eyes and when he opens them, they're a hazel brown.

"Hello, Andy."