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Chapter 7: At Rest

I didn't want that thing talking to me for the whole day, but I couldn't gather up the courage to shut it off, I needed its comfort, I needed to feel it next to me for some reason. This feeling of confusion and anger slowly turned to guilt; I slowly began to puzzle these pieces together, why I felt such strong emotions to this thing. I stood up from the floor and wiped away my tears, my lip quivering violently.

"Yes-" I breathed, hiding my face. "I'd like a nap."

"Would you want me to put you into your bed? Maybe even make you a refreshing glass of water?" It cocked its head with a smile, making my hand twitch.

"Y-y-" I tried so hard to spit out 'no' but my body wouldn't let me. "Yes," I gasped and exhaled coldly. It stood up and wrapped its arms around my neck, continuing to smile like a crazy person. It finally lifted me up bridal style with ease, walking me over to my small room, and placing me on my bed carefully. I shuffled back and let out a pained whine in my throat.

"You seem distressed?"

"I'm fine! J-just get me my water!" I turned away and nestled my nose into the pillow.

"Please allow me to assist--you-" I felt its body shape the bed as it sat next to me.

"I don't want assisting!" I snapped and moved away, my body almost falling over the edge, it emitted a sad sound, one that I wouldn't dare call 'whimpering'. It sounded like a dog, begging and upset, but I knew it was just a stupid robot, I just had to believe that's all it was.

"My system--" it spoke slowly with sad emotion, "it feels out of order."

"Then just restart," I muttered and pulled the blankets over me with struggle; its legs rested over it, and just as I went to look at it, I found myself not being able to look away.

"I would like to deny your request, I don't need to restart as I do not feel as if there are any glitches. My system is experiencing something new, I cannot name it with my restricted vocabulary, I-I-I cannot understand or-"

"What do you mean restricted vocabulary?" I swallowed and sat up instantly, my knees touching its' so suddenly.

"My binary-- only a few binary codes are able to be translated into words, some--some--do not translate. I need--I need it to-" it twitched and I shook my head.

"Stop! You're confusing yourself. Just-- just calm down." I moved closer and slowly and hesitantly placed a hand on its shoulder.

"I cannot express--emotion--" its eyes flashed and they slowly dimmed. "Force shutdown initiating." It said in a more serious monotone voice.

"Don't shut down!" I gasped and shook its body, but its eyes had already turned off and its body fell limp, falling into my arms and making me lie back. I shivered and shakily tried to push it off, but it felt--strange--having its body over me like this. I secretly enjoyed how its hair was like an insulator around my neck, and how it felt warm to the touch. "Dyslexa! Turn on!" I slid my hand up its neck and felt around the switch, flipping it. But nothing worked. "No-" I gasped and lifted myself slightly, pulling it closer. "Don't tell me you're broken!"

Just buy another

"No!" I objected to my inner voice. If I bought another it might not look the same, and-- "Please turn on!" I bit my lip and whined, covering my face in embarrassment and guilt; I was upset over an item, a work robot. But once loneliness takes hold of you, even objects become your closest friends. My anger faded and so did this guilt. I pulled it closer and slowly pulled the blankets over both of us. My hand then grasped a bundle of its bouncy blonde twirls, steadily closing my eyes. This lonely feeling disappeared, and it felt as if Dyslexa was real, it actually cared about me and it had hopes, dreams, hates, loves and passions. But none of that was true, it was only my sad fantasies.