How to Teach Your Robot to Love

Everyone calls Ida Jackson-Mills a robot. She doesn't mind, as she sees it, they're probably right. Cue David Jamieson; a confident, quirky and lovably dorky guy out of left field who takes her completely by surprise as she moves to a new town. Her emotions, usually targeted and shelved by her robotic-esque brain, come crashing down. Shit, as it tends to do, get's complicated. Let's see where this takes them.

This story is not finished, and there is no guarantee this will be finished.

This story is not professionally edited, and likely never will be.

This story is written for leisure, so there is no schedule set out for when chapters will be finished.

This story is entirely fictional. All the places are fictional, the characters are fictional, and the story is fictional. Any similarities are, I promise you, a co-incidence.

This story will likely have many changes made to it over the course of writing, so the first chapter may change during the writing of the 5th.

This story is NOT meant to be read during the writing process for this reason. Although I can't stop you, you have been warned.If you really want to, if a chapter is named, it is finished-ish.

I'm not marking this story as mature, considering the other content marked mature here. HOWEVER, this story does contain vulgar language, and possibly awkward implied sex. If you deem yourself mature enough, go for it. If you're like 6, go play outside.

I would love feedback, and constructive criticism if you have the time. Please be considerate of the fact that this is the biggest project I've ever taken on, and I have ZERO professional experience.

If you do choose to read it, I hope it's worth your time.

PS. Don't copy my work. If it's at all successful and you ruin it by making this shit look like it's yours, you're a huge ass. So just don't, okay?