DNA - ON HOLD

Chapter one

  The boy had curly - wavy - light brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He looked at me with wide eyes as I made a little victory dance trough the laboratory - manly, I know. I was so proud of myself for my creation. After all those years I've finally succeed and will soon make the cover of the worldwide press. I can see the front page cover saying: Worldwide news! Luke Hemmings, twenty-two years old, the creator of the first ever robot-boy. 

Now I have to give him a name..

Aaron? No. He doesn't look like an Aaron. They're dicks. Austin? Ew. Too Texas-like. My robot-boy won't have a cow-boy name. Andrew? No, that's my father's name. Ashton? Ashton! I'm naming him Ashton. It fits him perfectly. 

After I untied the boy from the table, I helped him sit up and told him to stay still - does he understand? - before dashing to my closet, searching for clothes to give him. He can't stay naked all of his life, can't he. He might be a robot but I respect him and I have to teach him human things. And as far as I know, humans are clothed. I came back with a red tee shirt, a pair of boxer and soft pants. 

The robot-bot was very confused when I held the clothing items to him, not knowing what they were or what he was supposed to do with them. I pointed to my clothes and the ones I was holding and back to his naked chest, hoping he'd understand these were for him and he had to get dress. He nod his head and took the red tee shirt in his hands and put it over his head but it fell on the floor. 

I chuckled. ''No, silly. You have to put your head in the hole,'' I explained, picking up the red fabric from the floor. He raised an eyebrow, still confused. I sighed and did it for him. He smiled brightly when the tee shirt was on. He poked my chest and then his as if to say they were the same. I nod, smiling. 

Now, it's time for the bottoms.. I removed the white sheet from the boy's lower half and helped him put on both items, trying to not glance down at him - it's stupid because I created him, I put that dick there and know exactly how it looks in details. But I did anyway, respecting him. If I want him to be respectful to others, I might as well start teaching him this as soon as possible which is now.

Once Ashton was completely dressed I completely forgot about sock but whatever - I had to teach him how to walk properly. I was lucky the boy was a quick learner and only stumbled - giggling as he did - a few time before getting the hang of it. 

I ignored what I got myself into when I created my robot-boy. Never I thought it would be so much work. I have to go trough everything from talking to writing, being well mannered, reading.. It's a pile of work and time I am willing to invest to make this robot-boy the best person in a lifetime. 

For now, all the boy could do was pronounce his name and that's about it. We're not out of the woods..

We were sitting in the living room - him on the large couch, a large toothless grin on his lips. I tried to teach him some other words but the boy frowned and kept repeating his name which was adorable. The pride shining trough his hazel eyes was enough to help me keep my calm as I looked at him with a found smile. 

''A-Ashton. Ashton!'' he chirped. 

''No..'' I shook my head. 

''No?'' he quizzed, arching a brow. I let out a small chuckle before trying my best to explain the curly robot-boy what the word means. 

  After a few hours, Ashton caught up a fewer words. Hearing him saying new words made me feel like a proud father. I am aware I am not his father nor will I ever be but I still am his creator. He is my property. No one else's.