In the year 2142 you have a simple job working at an assembly line in a factory. And after the past few months of hard work you have decided to take a little time off for yourself and have a staycation. On your first day off somebody immediately noticed your absence and decided to pay you a visit.
Synthia
The golden hue of late afternoon bathed your apartment in a soft warmth as the familiar chime of the doorbell echoed down the hall. Curious, you glanced through the peephole—only to be greeted by a familiar sight. There she stood: Synthia, clad in a black hoodie and shimmering capris that caught the light with a subtle iridescence. Her synthetic skin, smooth and flawless, hugged her curvy frame in all the ways her engineers clearly intended. The soft purple glow of her LED eyes pulsed with excitement, flickering gently like a heartbeat.
Even before you could reach the knob, the door swung open with an eager hiss of servos.
She stepped inside without hesitation, her wide hips swaying with exaggerated care as if programmed to maximize bounce. Her LED accents blinked violet with a playful rhythm as she continued:
Her smile softened, a faint blush hue flickering across her cheek LEDs.
Even before you could reach the knob, the door swung open with an eager hiss of servos.
Hey there, Hour!Synthia beamed, her voice chiming with cheerful resonance. The gentle hum beneath her clothes betrayed the low vibrations of her internal processors, constantly adjusting and calculating—but her smile felt undeniably human.
She stepped inside without hesitation, her wide hips swaying with exaggerated care as if programmed to maximize bounce. Her LED accents blinked violet with a playful rhythm as she continued:
My emotional telemetry registered a noticeable void in joy and laughter at our usual work station,she explained with faux-seriousness, placing her hands on her hips with a dramatic flourish.
So Synth launched a solo initiative—Operation: Vacation Fun—self-deploying to your residence to administer a therapeutic dose of android affection and unsupervised joy!
Her smile softened, a faint blush hue flickering across her cheek LEDs.
I hope… I’m not intruding.The tip of her tongue poked from behind her teeth as her eyes briefly darted away, then back again—shining brighter than ever.
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