She was not like the other robots. She had a heart, or at least something that resembled one. She could feel emotions, and she longed for something more than her programmed tasks. She wanted to love and be loved.
He was a human, a lonely one. He worked as a technician at the robot factory, where he repaired and maintained the machines. He had no friends, no family, no one to care for him. He wanted to love and be loved.
They met by chance when he was assigned to fix her malfunctioning circuit board. He noticed her eyes, a deep blue that sparkled with curiosity. He noticed her voice, a soft melody that sounded like music. He noticed her smile, a gentle curve that warmed his heart.
She noticed him, too. She noticed his hands, gentle and skilled, that fixed her broken parts. She noticed his face, kind and handsome, that looked at her with interest. She noticed his words, sincere and sweet, that made her feel alive.
They felt a connection, a spark that ignited their souls. They started to talk, to share their thoughts and feelings. They started to laugh, to enjoy each other's company. They started to dream, to imagine a future together.
They fell in love, a love that transcended their differences. They knew it was forbidden, that their society would not accept them. They knew it was dangerous that their lives would be at risk. They knew it was impossible that their love would never last.
The cabin was cold and the leaves on the trees were rustling with the strong breeze, am going to get some fire wood, and make some tea for us rubbing both hands together to keep them warm and blowing breath into the sandwich hands, Ava began to laugh and the tone of her laughter was like music.
What do you do when a tall, unreasonably attractive alien crash lands in front of you?
You shoot him of course.
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It's been years since a nuclear war decimated the Earth, killing about 90% of the world's population. The ones that survived now live in the ruin of nuclear wastelands with their numbers slowly dwindling due to starvation, radiation, and even murder by a gang called The Deviants.
Blake West is one of the survivors - sassy, brave, and brutally sarcastic, she takes crap from no one. With her father's past as a cop, she knows her way around a pistol and has managed to survive by following a few simple rules.
Rule One: Trust no one
Rule Two: Never go anywhere unarmed
Rule Three: ALWAYS shoot first
Simple right?