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Ding ding ding ding ding ding
“That damned bell…”
Ding ding ding ding ding ding
“Every day for a whole week now…” They thought to themselves as they slowly pushed their chair away from their desk.
DING DING DING DING DING
The horrible sound grew louder and more frantic, as if someone was growing impatient. They leaned back for a moment, gently rubbing their temples for some relief “nothing could really be worth all this, right? I could just kick her to the curb and run off to Mexico, they’ll never catch me...”
“AHEM!” A shrill, robotic voice blasted throughout the house, carrying an air of agitation and snobbishness “WHY THE HELL DOES SHE EVEN HAVE A MEGAPHONE!?” They rubbed harder, nearly digging their nails in “I HAVEN’T HEARD YOU LEAVE YOUR SEAT YET HUMAN! CHOP CHOP! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO LEARN THAT I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO RING THE BELL THREE TIMES?”
They sighed heavily, slowly pushing themselves up from the seat. Why does she always wait until noon for this… better to get it over with quickly, lest she snap again.
They kept a brisk pace towards the staircase, taking extra care not to stomp their feet on the way up. Last time they caught a never ending earful over their “insolence” for that.
They felt the dread grow deeper as they approached her door, but quickly steeled themselves to knock on the door “Enter, human!”
There she was, a wicked little witch of a Nandroid, lounging in bed wearing a blue pom-pom tipped sleeping cap and fur-lined nightgown. They were told that she was a unique prototype, but just what the hell kind of behavior was this supposed to be for a maid robot?
“Yes, Merry…?” Wait, uggh, that wasn’t right. For some bizarre reason, she likes to be called Meredith, another thing she was sure to give a lecture on.
“Meredith, human, Meredith! Don’t make me repeat that again!” Miserable little witch “Regardless, as you know, noon is tea time, do go prepare a pot for me. Don’t sully it up this time either”
“Sure, Meredith…”
“Chop chop! You’re already behind schedule!”
The one supposed benefit to dealing with her was that their work duties were going to be fully remote from now on. What a sick joke that was, it only served to make their a home a prison where they were on her beck and call 24/7.
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Just over one week ago, they were blissfully unaware of the existence of this terrible little bot. They didn’t even want to sign up for that sham of a holiday raffle, but their manager had strongly insisted that they did, with their full signature no less; and how bad could it have been, it was a FREE Nandroid from one of their most valued clients... they should have known something was off when they saw no other names written down on the sheet.
They had a steady paycheck working IT, with the main contract they handled for their company being Sterling Robotics. They knew the bosses didn’t want to offend such a prestigious client, and would simply go along with whatever crazy ideas they threw at the company.
They were told that this Nandroid they were receiving was a special next-gen prototype. Now why would a company just give away a prototype, in such an odd manner no less? Well, from what they could gather, this was all an elaborate setup to place them into some kind of experiment, testing this Nandroid’s advanced behavioral and personality cores in a real-world environment, with a subject who had unwittingly signed a document giving Sterling legal power to royally screw their life should anything happen to her.
Apparently, however, if they were to attempt some “stress testing” on this particular Nandroid, their life may just be over immediately. The details were glossed over, but they were told that she could become quite aggressive, and didn’t have any kind of strength inhibitors put into place; also titanium teeth? Supposedly to cut down on wear and tear for the other major feature being tested with her; the ability to taste.
It didn’t take long for their life to be uprooted after that briefing. Less than an hour after they got back from the office, a limousine from Sterling had arrived in front of their house.
“EWW, they want me to live here!? How disgusting!” They could see the Nandroid from the window. She mostly looked like a typical Nandroid from what they could tell, other than the odd hairstyle, some kind of spiral pigtails? She was wearing a red fur coat too, for some reason “Ugh, well let’s get things ready then, shall we? Jeeves, go ahead and ask the pitiful human where the master bedroom is, then come back and carry my trunk inside” She shouted towards the driver.
Oh perfect, she’s a terrible little brat of a robot.
“We’ll have to call for the furniture soon as well, after you clear away their tacky junk!”
They briefly exchanged glances with Jeeves, noting a look of pain and sympathy in his eyes. His torment was nearly over, while theirs was just about to begin.
