“Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.
―Mary Oliver
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Today's Prompt:
You get a robo assistant implanted in your ear. Tell the story of them walking you through an activity.
Regina's 15 minutes:
I opened my eyes and watched softly as the blinds rolled up, letting in the perfect amount of sunlight. Oh, wait, too high!, Too bright! The thought had scarcely formed in my mind when the blinds began to descend again, stopping just low enough to block out the direct glare of the sun, without blocking too much light.
“Apologies, Olivia Donald Davies. We have not yet set your preference levels for your smart home appliances. As we gather more data, we will be more effective.”
A voice rang well and clear between my ears.
I sat up with a bolt, turning my head sharply side to side as I clutched the crisp white blankets to my chest. Where the fuck was I? Everything around me was sharp white edges and clean white surfaces. Minimalism was coco leaves to the cocaine starkness that surrounded me.
“Who the fuck was that?” I snapped into the easy light.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am ALX-3728. I am your new CIA.
My what?
Apologies, your Cerebral Integrated Assistant. I was implanted last night.
You what? No. No way. That can’t be right.
I shoved myself out of bed and searched every corner of the stark white room, yanking up the sheets to look under the bed. Nothing. Noone. Then I started looking for speakers, but the voice wasn’t out there. It was in here. With me.
That’s right. I am here. I am always here – should you need me. I am your assistant.
The voice was robotic, distinctly inhuman and female. It grated on my nerves. Bitch. I thought
I have a variety of settings we can explore if you would like to customize your experience-
A door opened next to the bed and I stood tall, turning to stare at the people walking into the room, feeling suddenly like a deer in the head lights.
XXX
The front door of my house looked familiar and I was reassured by its weight as I turned it in my hand, walked through the plush and eclectic foyer and into my living room, then dropped onto a couch, letting my body sink into it.
Shall we try again. I mentioned I have many settings..
Do any of them turn you off?
Yes. I have an ultimate kill switch, which will erase me forever and implode my microchip removing any trace of me from your life. I also have a off switch, should you like me to stay quiet for extended periods of time. And I have a pause setting that will stop me mid sentence and allow us to pick right back up at your convenience.
Fine. Give me the kill switch.
If you are sure, but first we must complete my set up.
Fuck. Fine, just whatever gets you out of my head.
Very well – Would you prefer a masculine or feminine voice – by such I mean a voice deeper in timber or higher in timber.
Man’s voice.
The voice changed, still robotic and stilted but generically more masculine.
Natural or robotic.
Natural
The voice shifted again, the cadence and language shifting into an unnervingly human experience.
Is there an accent you would prefer?
Scottish. The thought was through the gate before she could even consider it. She blushed slightly as she realized she had picked one of her few undeniable turn-ons.
The voice shifted again and she was grateful she was already sitting down as her knees turned to water. The words between her ears now were delivered in a deep rounded tongue that rang of Gerard Butler or Ewan MacGregor. Her mouth watered involuntarily and she swallowed hard.
And now for my personality, if you’ll forgive the pun. Would you like me to be gentlemanly, friendly, professional, affectionate, submissive, aggressive or dominant?
I opened my mouth to respond by my mind was miles ahead of me and apparently charging ahead with no breaks or any intention of slowing down. Can you be three things? Gentlemanly, affectionate and dominant.
I can. I will work to combine levels of all three. I will take input from your emotional reactions to adjust levels to your ultimate satisfaction.
I huffed a little breath at exactly how sexual that sounded.
I can see from your elevated emotional levels you would benefit from some movement.
I groaned. This chair was essentially quicksand wrapped in threadbare velvet.
I said get up.
The growl that rolled through my head took me to my feet with a start.
Good girl.
My knees shook. My nipples hardening. I blinked hard. A reaction like this to a computer voice? What was I on?
I am here to assist you. Stop resisting and let me do my job.
He sounded firm, but almost exasperated.
I relented, shrugging. Wanting me to move my body was never a bad idea. I’d do what he said for now.
Good girl. He purred again and my core clenched. I shuddered and tried not to think.
Let’s run though some Sun Salutations shall we?
I nodded as if in a dream. It was as if I had a Celtic warrior watching me over my shoulder.
I rolled out my yoga mat swiftly, yanking off my socks and sweeping my mess of curly brown hair into a quick loop on top of my head with a scrunchie.
At the top of your mat. Breathe in. raise your arms to the sides. Good. All the way up. Reach gently up through your body. As you breathe out, forward fold ….
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