Celebrity Imagines

Zendaya

Kisses And Hugs 🦾

"Miss Keith would be here, shortly." The guy informed me and walked out with a slight bow as if I were some royalty. I sat in the office chair comfortably, masking in the smell of air conditioning.

I heard the door open and I immediately focused my eyes on her. A little smile on her lips as she straightened her dark grey skirt and sat on the adjacent office chair.

"It's been so long, I'm glad you're back. How's your father now?"

I nodded at her question, but then remembered it's not a proper answer so I decided to speak, "he is way better now. Off the bed rest. My mother and the nurse help him exercise so he's healing just fine. The leave was very much appreciated."

Samantha nodded at my response, playing with the paperweight on her desk. "I did some changes in ZEN-D-494. Or let's say I improvised a few things we missed out on. Also gave her a name!"

A little shocked that she changed something on a project we both were equally included in without asking me, but I shrugged. If she did something, it must be good.

"When is the Turing test? Is it prepared?" I asked.

"It's soon, maybe in a few months and it is not prepared for it, at all."

"Well, I'm here now," I smirked. "I'll finish the rest of the stuff in like a week or so."

She stuck out her tongue as if wanting to say something but unable to put it into words. Samantha tilted her head, "About that... I've finished all the internal technological bullshit. But there's one thing left and I don't think you'll be able to finish it in a week. I mean- it depends on the robot and how long it takes it to learn all those things."

"Wait, what things? I have to verbally teach it some things? You know we can just put it in the system rather than waste our time trying to teach a metal box." I shook my head disapprovingly.

"Y/n, we can't insert some things in a chip and feed it to the robot. Some things just can't be written in code. It requires consciousness, which that metal box doesn't have."

I rolled my eyes, slightly annoyed at how everything she just said made complete things. "Alright, what do I have to teach her?"

"Compassion. Tenderness, the softness of intimate moments like hugs and kisses and the ability to give consent and have opinions and make jokes."

Bewildered, I scoffed at her. "No offense Sam, but why do I need to teach a robot how to kiss and hug?

"Without all those things, it's just a robot. Listen, I know that this wasn't our plan but just go with it for once and you'll understand my ambition." Samantha smiled at me, offering me a cookie at the same time which I politely declined.

There's too much malaise brewing in my stomach for me to eat cookies.

"Fine, then. I'll go check it out. Have you dressed it up, put on the skin, and all?" I stood up, patting my thighs before bracing myself for what I was about to experience.

"Oh, the robot is all ready for you, she's beautiful." Samantha held the door for me as I walked out and into the direction of the room I used to spend my days and weeks continuously a few months ago.

I held up my ID so the door could scan and grant me access. Open the door opened, I was sprayed with sanitizer just because the room is full of things that shouldn't be brought near unhealthy germs. I walked further in, seeing the room ending with a huge transparent wall, on the other side of which was her, on a chair with a perfect posture.