My Brand New Android
27th February, Story #58/366
We've all done it. Haven't we? Daydreamed of a better life. A lottery win, marrying someone rich, becoming famous. A giant whisking us off to a castle to learn magic.
Kids like me probably do it more than average. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this happening, though.
My parents have never been a mystery for me. I've got a book, see. I know what they look like, and a bunch of other stuff about them. Being adopted was never a secret.
Sometimes I've wondered how things would be different if I wasn't. If I'd be less awkward, more confident. But I know kids with more typical families who are awkward, too, so I dunno.
I've had a letter from the social worker giving me more information as well, now I'm older. It was all pretty straightforward: they loved me but couldn't care for me and it was in my best interests to be placed elsewhere. There were no suitable connected persons, so I was placed with another family. They've been good to me.
Well. Little did I know that one of those connected persons was an eccentric old guy with pots and pots of money. Apparently at the end of his life he felt really bad for not agreeing to care for me, and that brings us to right now. To the letter in my lap and the enormous box on the doorstep.
I have to be honest, I'm a bit mad. He was rich, he could've just left me some money in his will. That dream of an amazing windfall could have come true for me.
But no. Instead he's sent me this. This "magnus opus", as he calls it. I get the impression from the letter that it's the reason there was no cash to leave me, in the end.
I open the box.
It's an android. A really life-like one. And he's gorgeous! He's programmed to look out for me, be a companion.
I sit here, knee deep in packaging, following the instructions to power up this terrific gift for the very first time and bond him to me, as his primary user.
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Word count (excluding note): 366
Submitted on 27th February at 22:59
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Comments (8)
I missed this one. Well done. Off to check out the others.
This feels like it could be the start of another of your awesome flash fiction serials LC! Loved it :) Hoping to see more and can't wait to see what amazing stories I've missed in my bit of a reading hiatus
Loved it!!! Terrific Sci fi story!!!♥️
Okay, hooked! What happens next? Such good writing as always L.C.
Intriguing take on the rich relative trope! Do you plan to expand on this one we hope? Great storytelling as always!
I'd like to think that it's a sex robot hehehehehehehe
Quite the gift. Probably better than just leaving you a lot of money. Most people who receive such windfalls seem to blow through it pretty quickly & unwisely.
As huge as this year is for you, with this challenge and all, I think next year will be harder trying to work out which stories as best to expand on. I'm mean, you've done the ground work already. Great start.