encountered have been pleasant, and none had a clue I was anything but another human."
"It must be hard."
He shrugged. “When people treat you like a robot.” He stared at the centerpiece. “It's insulting."
"I can imagine. I think you look like an exceptionally handsome man.” If you
didn't look too close for imperfections, since you wouldn't find any, he could pass for human.
"Thank you.” Mica stared at her with those brilliant eyes.
The door opened abruptly and Amber was glad. Her conversation with Mica bordered on too intrusive, and she did not want to hurt this wonderful beings feelings.
"Good morning Amber.” Ryja sat down. “Mica,” he turned to the android, “If you don't mind, I'd love a cup of coffee."
Mica had already stood up when Ryja entered, and walked to the kitchen door, returning with a cup. Ryja took two Danish's from the tray and nibbled on one.
"I thought you ate this morning,” she laughed.
"That was hours ago."
She almost blushed. Darn it, she loved to sleep in during the summer. Some days she just lazed the day away, cuddling up on her couch in pajamas and watching old movies. Ryja's comment made her feel guilty because he had awoken way before her.
"Did you find what you were looking for?” She tore a piece of flaky pastry off, trying to act casual.
"Why don't you just ask me?” He leaned forward, a devilish look on his face.
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She dropped the Danish on the plate. “All right, did you find out what you need to know about dating?"
"Yes,” he grinned. “You wouldn't believe all the information on Earth's internet."
"Oh, I would."
"There are some very interesting facts about Earthlings sex practices too."
Amber groaned inside. She did not want to hear this. He probably stumbled onto a porno site, and she did not want to be treated like a sex object.
"I discovered that many Earth girls are easy.” His grin got beneath her skin.
Groan.
"But then I also found that many nice women like to wait."
She looked up at him. He was calling her a nice girl.
"There were some references to men liking to take these type of women home to meet their family. Wife material."
She stared at him. Was he teasing her? Making fun of her? “Does that scare you?"
He snorted, and then didn't say anything for a few seconds, finishing the pastry in his hand. Licking his fingers distracted her, so she almost missed his next words.
"Do you want to go out with me tonight?"
"Huh?” She drew her gaze from his mouth, where crumbs of pastry clung to his full bottom lip. She had a sudden desire to lick them clean. Clearing her throat, she said, “Yes, I'd love to go out with you."
"I thought a dinner at a nice restaurant would suffice."
"Sounds great.” She smiled ruefully. “I'm not sure if my jeans wardrobe will fit
in."
He glanced at her. “We should probably dress up. Go to the clothes room anytime today and tell the computer what you want to wear."
"The replicating machine is the one to the right of the closet, correct?"
"Yes. Just give it instructions, you don't have to touch anything."
"I need some other clothes if you don't mind."
"Sure. Anything you need the replicator can create it for you."
This date was sounding more interesting than she first thought. She didn't know what she had expected him to come up with, but right out of the gate he had the right notion. Self, she interjected, we still have the date to get through. Then we'll see his scores.
Ryja got up and she followed him out. “I have calculations and recordings to work on. I'll see you in the bedroom, say 7:00 pm?"
"That's fine. No lunch today?"
He stopped. “You'd miss me?"
"Yes, I would.” She had to be honest.
"I'll be eating in the recording chamber.” He waved and strolled away.
Maybe it was a good thing, this brief separation. It would make her long for his presence more. Was that his intention? Stop, she chided. If it was, it wasn't a bad idea.
Amber
"It must be hard."
He shrugged. “When people treat you like a robot.” He stared at the centerpiece. “It's insulting."
"I can imagine. I think you look like an exceptionally handsome man.” If you
didn't look too close for imperfections, since you wouldn't find any, he could pass for human.
"Thank you.” Mica stared at her with those brilliant eyes.
The door opened abruptly and Amber was glad. Her conversation with Mica bordered on too intrusive, and she did not want to hurt this wonderful beings feelings.
"Good morning Amber.” Ryja sat down. “Mica,” he turned to the android, “If you don't mind, I'd love a cup of coffee."
Mica had already stood up when Ryja entered, and walked to the kitchen door, returning with a cup. Ryja took two Danish's from the tray and nibbled on one.
"I thought you ate this morning,” she laughed.
"That was hours ago."
She almost blushed. Darn it, she loved to sleep in during the summer. Some days she just lazed the day away, cuddling up on her couch in pajamas and watching old movies. Ryja's comment made her feel guilty because he had awoken way before her.
"Did you find what you were looking for?” She tore a piece of flaky pastry off, trying to act casual.
"Why don't you just ask me?” He leaned forward, a devilish look on his face.
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Chapter Seven
She dropped the Danish on the plate. “All right, did you find out what you need to know about dating?"
"Yes,” he grinned. “You wouldn't believe all the information on Earth's internet."
"Oh, I would."
"There are some very interesting facts about Earthlings sex practices too."
Amber groaned inside. She did not want to hear this. He probably stumbled onto a porno site, and she did not want to be treated like a sex object.
"I discovered that many Earth girls are easy.” His grin got beneath her skin.
Groan.
"But then I also found that many nice women like to wait."
She looked up at him. He was calling her a nice girl.
"There were some references to men liking to take these type of women home to meet their family. Wife material."
She stared at him. Was he teasing her? Making fun of her? “Does that scare you?"
He snorted, and then didn't say anything for a few seconds, finishing the pastry in his hand. Licking his fingers distracted her, so she almost missed his next words.
"Do you want to go out with me tonight?"
"Huh?” She drew her gaze from his mouth, where crumbs of pastry clung to his full bottom lip. She had a sudden desire to lick them clean. Clearing her throat, she said, “Yes, I'd love to go out with you."
"I thought a dinner at a nice restaurant would suffice."
"Sounds great.” She smiled ruefully. “I'm not sure if my jeans wardrobe will fit
in."
He glanced at her. “We should probably dress up. Go to the clothes room anytime today and tell the computer what you want to wear."
"The replicating machine is the one to the right of the closet, correct?"
"Yes. Just give it instructions, you don't have to touch anything."
"I need some other clothes if you don't mind."
"Sure. Anything you need the replicator can create it for you."
This date was sounding more interesting than she first thought. She didn't know what she had expected him to come up with, but right out of the gate he had the right notion. Self, she interjected, we still have the date to get through. Then we'll see his scores.
Ryja got up and she followed him out. “I have calculations and recordings to work on. I'll see you in the bedroom, say 7:00 pm?"
"That's fine. No lunch today?"
He stopped. “You'd miss me?"
"Yes, I would.” She had to be honest.
"I'll be eating in the recording chamber.” He waved and strolled away.
Maybe it was a good thing, this brief separation. It would make her long for his presence more. Was that his intention? Stop, she chided. If it was, it wasn't a bad idea.
Amber
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