The membrane of the "wings" attatched to my arms is tearing and has all sorts of mechanical bits stuck on it.
Why?
Because I have created artificial intellegence that can develop feelings, knowledge and a general personality.
It looks like a red fox crossed over with a cat, but it has a computer's monitor for a head.
Why am I even calling her an it?
Even my family doubted me on this.
"Ttsnejioko, you only made it to fuck it because you're a crazy fucking hyperactive loser who can't find a girlfriend!"
"What if it dumps you, Ttsnejioko?"
"What if she turns out lesbian?"
"What if she doesn't find the scrawny shitty bat you are attractive?"
Yeah.
What if.
Wiping sweat off my brow, I press a switch on her head, which then dissapears.
The monitor screen lights up, flooding white light across the room.
A female voice with a robotic echo whispers, "Loading. Please be patient..."
