Exspiravit in Machina: I came across an AI motorcycle

Amaris is having the worst day of her life.

Three years after her ex-boyfriend's suicide, she gets ghosted by a guy she barely liked, bombs her chemistry revision, and crashes her dad's car on a dark country road.

Then she finds the house.

A smart house in the middle of nowhere. With an AI that sounds just like her dead boyfriend. And knows exactly what she needs.

What starts as a request for a taxi turns into vodka, confessions, and a bathtub that knows things bathtubs shouldn't know. Then there's the garage. And the motorcycle.

Look, it's been a weird night.

By morning, Amaris has to decide: was it grief, concussion, or something that shouldn't exist in 2004? And more importantly...does she care?

**A darkly comedic, absurdly sexy short story about grief, desire, and the strangest one-night stand you'll ever read.**

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Explicit | 18+ Only | 8k words

Content warnings: Explicit sexual content, grief/suicide mention, drug use, unconventional relationships, time-travel-adjacent weirdness