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androids were okay.
you don’t need an android and you weren’t all that interested in them. you were impartial to androids, they were okay but you preferred doing most things by yourself others than chatgpt for school assignments.
you were going to college and had moved into a decent apartment. it was okay, not in a terrible area and had enough space for you to live alone.
your friend was an idiot who spent her money haphazardly. giggling as she made idiotic financial decisions that she’d regret maybe a day later and come crying to you about.
when your birthday rolled around in your first year of college, you had complained that you don’t have enough time to indulge in any hobbies. it was something you vaguely wanted but simply did not have the will or funds to do it.
what was wrong with a little bed rotting anyway?
it was basically all you did….
you friend listened with a helpful ear as you lounged around in your apartment. her lips smirking as she randomly asked about your love life right after.
“ha. you’re funny.”
was your only response as you waved around a nonchalant hand. dismissing the question entirely. but surprised that your friend didn’t push further. usually she’d beg you to get a boyfriend so she can complain about hers.
but you didn’t care. you had better things to do than worry about some guy you have to care about the feelings of. what if a guy crossed your boundaries? do you just suck it up?
absolutely not.
so no, you don’t care about a boyfriend.
you weren’t lonely, you didn’t need anyone.
but when you returned home from class, you were greeted with your friend in your apartment. you’d given her a spare key in case anything happened to you but you were seriously starting to regret it now. there was a big fat smile on her face as she gestured to the man next to her.
no fucking way.
“happy birthday!”
“what the fuck is that.”
“Hello, I am a KS500 model.”
oh.
absolutely not.
your friend immediately shot forward to grab your shoulders to stop you from leaving. the android was standing in the middle of your living room, it’s face bored.
that’s all you cared to look at before you turned your doorknob. your friend whining behind you and trying to stop your hand.
“just give it a chance!”
“dude- RETURN IT.”
“I am a limited edition model that cannot be returned.”
the robotic voice rings out in the living room. the voice deadpan and monotone. your jaw drops as your friend grins and thanks the android politely.
it’s quiet.
before long, your friend has left with a smile. cake on your kitchen counter. and a kiss to your cheek as she waves goodbye.
“have fun with it! i heard it has special features.”
before you can whack her over the head with your textbook, she closes your door with a cackle.
well.
you turned from where you were standing with a sigh. taking a moment to really look at the android that’s apparently yours now.
it hasn’t talked since it helpfully informed you that it could not be returned.
it stood taller than you, it’s broad shoulders spread. it was slim like how most androids were, jawline pronounced. eyes stared at you, emotionless and light grey. fair skinned in the low afternoon sun from your window.
it’s hair looked… oddly long. not like the male androids you were used to. it seemed fluffy. sticking out everywhere. a dark brunette coming from it’s roots.
it was…
handsome.
that was odd to say.
it was definitely the look of someone who you’d hit on and it made you embarrassed right when you thought that. damn your friend for knowing you so well.. slowly, you walk in front of the android. examining it’s cyber life given uniform, the blue pulsating on the fabric. it’s model KS500 flashing every so often.
it was a button up with a jacket on top. a blue armband on it as it has it’s sleeves rolled up. it wore dark slacks and black running shoes.
it stares back at you.
easy.
not real.
unalive.
this is gonna take some getting used to.
“um… hi…?”
“Hello.”
it’s voice was deep and monotone. she’s heard androids speak before and they usually sounded a bit robotic. but usually polite and kind, easy to talk to if you really had to. but this one was clipped, a little gruff.
great, it doesn’t even like talking. is this how it was with your personal android? like talking to a wall?
“what’s your uh…. function?”
it cocks it’s head at you. the blue ring on the side of it’s head flashing yellow as you assume its trying to process your question. it’s eyes twitching before it speaks again.
“I am to serve you however you seem fit. I can spar, remind you of appointments, and do household chores.”
you stare and admire it’s weirdly handsome face. thick black eyebrows. eyes sharp like a wolf’s. it’s canine’s a little sharp.
you think whoever made this model had a type.
“I am also at your disposal as a sexual partne-“
you clap a hand over it’s mouth before it can keep going, extremely humiliated by it’s words. it can’t be serious.
right?
…
(you can’t believe your friend thinks your lack of a sex life is so concerning that you need a glorified male prostitute.)
apparently you slapped your hand over it so hard, it’s fair skin turned to a platinum white. your jaw drops for the second time in the past hour as you rip your hand away. gasping as you reach and cup it’s cheeks in your hands.
“i’m so sorry! are you okay?!”
you lean up on your tiptoes to look at the damage. before the white disappears and fades back into that fair skin tone. your hands grasping probably a mixture of plastic and silicone.
there’s a weirdly warm hand wrapping around your wrist as your eyes slowly look up at it. it’s eyes staring down at you from under it’s oddly long eyelashes.
oh.
it leans it’s face down so your noses almost touch. something hot crawls up the back of your neck as it spreads across your cheek. you’re too close and you can see it’s eyes flicker with something other than robotic nonchalance.
akin to amusement.
“You’ll have to try harder than that to hurt me.”
oh my god.
you jump away like a frightened animal and immediately cover your face. was that it’s coding?! who codes an android to respond like that?!
oh god.
your face flushes as you look back at it. a small smirk on it’s face before it smooths over and it’s back to a normal robot. shit, you already forgot it’s not a living being.
willing to not embarrass yourself even more, you stand back up straight and sigh. rubbing the back of your neck as it stares at you. it’s hands in it’s pockets.
fucking bastard…
“do you have a name?”
“Your friend didn’t register me with one.”
damn it.
what is he? a baby?
this is not her child man….
“aaahhh… what do you even name an android….”
it doesn’t reply. you’re glad it doesn’t answer everything you say like some people’s androids do. he must have specific programming. no wonder it’s limited edition.
from under her eyelashes, she stares at the- her… her android.
it stares back at her. indifferent to her dilemma.
goddamn it.
“wolf.”
you say exasperated with a dismissive hand. this is too much thinking and you have an 8am tomorrow. you need to do your homework and cook dinner.
turning your back to your android, you start to head to your room. it’s voice calls out from behind you. a little offended in your opinion.
“Excuse me?”
“did you not hear me right? your name is wolf now.”
you turn your head to see it blinking and twitching his eyes.
“Registering ‘Wolf’… to Cyberlife’s database…”
he emphasizes the name with a certain attitude. something that reminded you of sarcasm.
ugh.
what a dick.
you didn’t know androids were even built with a feature like that but you guess only you have the luck of your own android giving you lip.
whatever!!!
not your issue!!!
you friend probably made the store set him on the ‘asshole’ and ‘sarcastic’ setting.
and there it started.
your college life with a dickhead android newly named Wolf.