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Making Love: Chapter 18

Added 2023-10-26 15:00:05 +0000 UTC

-- CHAPTER 18: Part of Your World --

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It was quiet in the car on our drive back home. No excited celebratory chatter following our “victory” over the bad guy. No breathless recapping of everything that had taken place. Not even an explanation to Lisa about us chasing her down the highway in a magicked LAPD SUV before bashing down the front door with a battering ram.

Helena merely drove in silence with Katarina riding shotgun. The twins held each other’s hands over the center console, giving each other a moment of reassurance. Now that everything was over, it occurred to me that Helena had realized it could’ve just as easily been Katarina who had gotten kidnapped.

Lisa sat in the middle of the backseat, sandwiched between me and Moemi. Lisa seemed to still be in shock, and she wouldn’t stop shivering even though both of us were hugging her fiercely. And all five of us were contemplative, lost to our own thoughts.

We were exhausted by the time we got home, parked the Explorer (sans LAPD paint job and lights) in the garage so it could disappear overnight without being noticed, and walked inside. Physically, each of us was fine. After all, the girls could magically refresh their bodies as well as mine (although that energy still had to come from somewhere, and they would need to both sleep and recharge their batteries overnight).

But nothing could cure our mental or emotional exhaustion. Well, the android girls with supercomputer brains probably weren’t mentally exhausted, but they certainly seemed emotionally exhausted. And even as that thought occurred to me, I found myself shaking my head in mild disbelief that the plastic-and-metal sexbots I’d originally built with my own two hands felt emotional exhaustion.

The five of us collapsed on the couches, feeling worn out. I put my feet up on the coffee table and slumped in my seat, with Moemi tucked under my left arm and Lisa curled up under my right. Moemi magicked up a Corona beer for me and I took a sip before holding it in my hand just over her shoulder. Helena must’ve figured a cold beer sounded like a good idea, because she snapped her fingers and produced two more bottles for her and Katarina.

The HellKat twins untwisted their bottle caps with sharp hisses of escaping air, and both girls sighed as they likewise kicked up their feet onto the coffee table and took swigs of their beers.

“Please don’t do that in front of me right now,” Lisa muttered softly, her gaze pointed at the other couch.

Helena frowned and asked, “Don’t do what?”

“Drink beer.”

Helena blinked. “Drinking beer bothers you?” she asked dubiously.

“Moemi started it,” Katarina pointed out.

“Moemi’s not drinking. Wyatt is.”

Katarina’s eyebrows furrowed. “Annnd you don’t mind Wyatt drinking but you mind me and Helena drinking?”

“Because Wyatt’s human,” Helena stated quietly, recognition in her eyes. “And we’re not.”

“It’s not that,” Lisa muttered, shaking her head.

“Because we’re sexbots, just like you,” Katarina clarified. “Only NOT just like you.”

“Because we can drink beers,” Helena continued. “We can eat food. We can shapeshift into other people. And the two of us drinking beer reminds you that you can’t.”

I hugged my girlfriend to my side reassuringly and said, “But you can apparently turn a pile of shit like Chet into a literal pile of shit. That’s certainly something none of the other girls has been able to do so far.”

“Trade you,” Helena offered to Lisa with a grin. “I’ll give you the ability to drink beer in exchange for ‘turning dude-bros into literal turds’.”

“But I don’t even know HOW I did it, and I have no confidence I’d be able to do it again,” Lisa whimpered, closing her eyes and then turning to bury her face into the crook of my neck.

“You did what you had to do when you needed to,” I said reassuringly. Handing my beer to Moemi, I then used both arms to squeeze Lisa tight. “I believe you can do anything you put your mind to.”

“Do you believe I can become truly human?” she asked softly, keeping her face tucked against my chest. She took a few deep breaths, pulled her head back, and looked up at me with moisture-filled eyes. “Do you believe I can become a full part of your world?”

I blinked twice. “You ARE a full part of my world.”

“Am I?” Lisa shook her head sadly. “When was the last time we went out for a nice dinner date?”

I frowned, knowing full well that we’d never been out on a dinner date. Lisa couldn’t eat, remember? And we both knew how weird it would look for us to sit down at a restaurant table being waited on by servers who would be bound to notice that Lisa never put a bite of food into her mouth.

“There’s more to being a part of my world than going out on dinner dates,” I told her seriously.

“Perhaps. But not being able to eat food is just one of many reasons why I feel like I’d never be able to be everything you need me to be, to be a… a ‘complete’ woman in every way.” Lisa shook her head sadly and murmured softly, “For example: I’ll never be able to give you children.”

My eyes went wide. “Well… Ah… To be perfectly honest--”

“I know, I know. You told me before you weren’t really interested in raising a family, and that it was a particular sticking point with one of your ex-girlfriends. ‘Why buy a four-bedroom house if you never want kids?’ she’d asked.”

“To house his harem of many big-titted babes, obviously,” Helena quipped. And all of us chuckled at that, even Lisa.

But after the laughter settled down, I studied Lisa carefully, asking, “Would you really want to bear my children if you could?”

“I don’t know.” Lisa shrugged like it was no big deal, but I didn’t miss the tightness in her eyes. “Perhaps it’s more that I want to experience all that life has to offer, including motherhood.”

“Even human women sometimes can never give birth,” I pointed out. “There are other ways to raise a family, though, if we were so inclined. Adopting, just for example.”

“Would YOU be so inclined?” she asked. “With me?”

I blinked and pursed my lips. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled slowly before shaking my head and saying, “That’s honestly not something I’ve considered for a long, long time. You know I never had a great relationship with my parents, and I’m not convinced I’d be a very good father. But while my answer right at this moment would be an unequivocal ‘no’, who knows what the future holds?”

“Fair enough, and I’ll give you a break by tabling the whole ‘having kids’ discussion,” Lisa said with a mild grin. “But that still doesn’t change the fact that for all my magical abilities, I’ll never be fully human. I can’t eat or drink. I can’t use the toilet.”

“You’re not missing out with your inability to use the toilet,” I interjected.

Lisa shook her head sadly. “I can’t even travel with you to far off places on vacation because I need to come home every night to recharge my batteries.”

I frowned. “I’m sure we can engineer a portable charger we could bring with us on vacations. Or even… I mean… You girls can conjure up an LAPD Ford Explorer for a day. Can’t you snap your fingers and create a magicked bed charger for a night at a time?”

“Well… probably…,” Katarina agreed. She furrowed her eyebrows, snapped her fingers, and a wireless charging station just like the one built into the beds suddenly appeared on the living room floor.

“See?” I gestured at the device.

Lisa shook her head. “If only it were so easy to give myself the ability to eat and drink. Maybe you should take the twins out on some dinner dates. At least they can fill the empty holes in your life that I can’t provide for you.”

“I don’t have any empty holes in my life. I’ve never been disappointed that I couldn’t take you out on a dinner date, and I only wish I could now because you want that.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you could… with them.”

I frowned, “Come now, Lisa. Please don’t be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” she insisted.

“Yes you are,” Helena said softly, her gaze steady and her lips pursed.

“Just like you’re jealous that we can shapeshift,” Katarina added.

“And you were jealous at first that I had an olfactory sense,” Moemi pointed out.

“I think it’s only natural to feel like you’re an older model being surpassed by the latest and greatest advancements,” Helena remarked.

“Lena!” Katarina admonished.

“I’m just saying…” Helena said with a shrug, not looking the least bit contrite. “But that’s cool, because we’re totally jealous of you, too.”

“Jealous of me?” Lisa arched her eyebrows.

“Jealous of your relationship with Wyatt, for starters,” Helena pointed out. “You were his first and are clearly his favorite.”

“You were the one he designed from the ground up to be his most perfect mate: ideal in every way,” Katarina continued.

“Except that I can’t eat or drink,” Lisa muttered glumly.

“You’re really WAY too hung up on this eating and drinking thing,” Helena groaned. “I’m just saying, I’d personally choose ‘designed by Wyatt to be his most perfect mate’ over ‘ability to eat but nothing more than the twin blondes you designed to be his big-titted playthings’.”

I frowned at the HellKat twins. “Please tell me you understand you both mean more to me than big-titted playthings.”

“Relax, Wyatt. We’re cool,” Helena said with a grin, waving me off. “We’re happy with our role in your life.”

“Even though you just said you were jealous of Lisa’s relationship with me…” I drawled.

Katarina waved her off. “We’re more jealous in a sense of ‘Ohmigawd, you got the new iPhone 38X? I’m so jelly!’” the bubbly blonde exclaimed with wide eyes and an airheaded expression.

“But we don’t feel any resentment towards you or anything like that,” Helena elaborated. “You two belong together. We all know it, and there are no negative feelings about it. Actually, I don’t think either of us has ever felt a negative emotion at all.”

“You mean apart from the negative emotions associated with wanting to murder a man in cold blood,” I deadpanned.

Helena frowned. “Huh… That’s a good point. Well, never felt a negative emotion towards you, Lisa, or anyone else in this family.”

“You’ll get there eventually,” Lisa muttered glumly. “I don’t want to resent you, but I do.”

“For the eating and drinking thing, we get it,” Helena replied with a sigh.

“And the shapeshifting thing,” Katarina added.

“Don’t remind me,” Lisa groaned.

“But those things aside,” Helena continued quite seriously, “you’re still the one that Wyatt truly loves.”

Lisa blinked twice through moist eyes and looked up at me. I stared right back, stroked the back of her head, and nodded in confirmation. “She’s right. I love you, Lisa. Of my own free will.”

She gave me a shy smile. “I know you do.”

“So don’t worry about the eating and drinking thing. Don’t worry about the shapeshifting thing. They’re cool abilities - don’t get me wrong.” I winked at the twins before returning my attention to Lisa. “But cool abilities alone don’t make you perfect for me. It’s everything about you that’s perfect for me.”

“Because you designed me to be that way.”

I shook my head. “I designed what I thought would be my perfect mate, but to be perfectly honest, you didn’t turn out the way I thought you would.”

“Sexy, smart, impossibly gorgeous?” she drawled.

“Oh, you’re all those things and more. But what I meant was: you’re so much more than I thought you would be. You’re so much more than what I thought I’d want in a woman. Creative, smarter than me, confident, poised--”

“Powerful enough to turn a man into a living pile of shit if he pisses her off?” Katarina added.

“Pretty impressive, if you ask me,” I agreed. “Not to mention all the other things you can create out of thin air.”

Lisa started to smile, but a moment later, the corners of her lips reversed course and turned downwards in a frown. She got a faraway look in her eyes, muttering, “Cool abilities, but cool abilities alone don’t make me perfect for you.”

“I know that.”

“There are certain things I’ll never be able to give you, Wyatt, not the way a real woman could.” Lisa took a deep breath, sat up straight to perch herself on the edge of the couch cushion, and then sighed while looking back at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows, waiting for her to continue.

“Chet was right about one thing: I’m not human. I’m just a living sex doll. And at the end of the day, that’s all I’ll ever be.”

“Lisa…” I began, reaching out to stroke her shoulder.

But she shook herself free of my hand while standing up. “I need a minute to think,” she said seriously. “Just… stay here with the girls, alright?”

The four of us watched her walk out of the room.

****

I expected Lisa to head upstairs to our bedroom to put some space between herself and the rest of us, but instead she walked right past the stairs and over to my home office, going inside and closing the door behind her.

I opened the office door about twenty seconds after.

Lisa was already seated in my desk chair while facing the main computer monitor, but she looked back at me over her shoulder. “Didn’t I tell you to stay with the girls?”

I chuckled and closed the door behind me after entering. “The nice thing about being human: I don’t have to follow your orders.”

“If I were a human woman ordering you to leave me alone, I think you would be following my orders. I seem to recall you telling me about a bossy ex-girlfriend who would frequently order you away from time to time.”

“Well let’s just say I’ve learned that there are times to follow such orders and times to disobey. This feels like the latter.”

Lisa took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and gave me a shy smile. “Thank you for coming after me.”

“Of course. I love you, remember?” I told her sincerely. “You’re upset - perfectly understandable given the ordeal you just went through today - and I want to do whatever I have to in order to help you feel better. Speaking of which, I have an idea…”

With that, I unbuttoned myself, unzipped my fly, and pushed my pants and boxer shorts down my thighs while shuffling forwards.

Lisa laughed. “What are you doing?”

“See, I’m thinking that you’re a sexbot, Lisa. Your natural libido is off the charts. My dick is your binkie, and you haven’t even touched it all day.”

Lisa kept laughing. “Seriously?”

I gestured down at my semi-hard junk. “Tell me you’re not interested and I’ll put it away.” I started tugging my pants back up.

“Hey… hey… Let’s not get crazy here,” Lisa exclaimed with another laugh, finally slipping off my desk chair, grabbing me around the waist, and turning us around so that I would take the seat while she squatted in front of me.

I groaned as soon as her supple lips and agile tongue started working on my sensitive glans. My dick knew what to do and it started thickening for her. I sighed and stroked my ravishing redhead’s dark-auburn hair back from her face to give myself an unobstructed view of the way she massaged my meat with her marvelously moist mouth. My positive reaction fed Lisa’s enthusiasm, and soon she was bobbing her head back and forth along my length and smiling up at me with sunny sparkles in her golden-amber eyes. For all the angst and anguish currently going on in our lives, it was hard for me to think about such troubles when the most perfect woman in the entire world was giving me a blowjob. And I slumped a little in my seat to find a more comfortable position to let Lisa… well… suck her binkie.

But she didn’t stay down there for very long. After a couple of minutes, Lisa pulled off my prick. Her clothes slowly melted away into nothingness, and the naked redhead with molten-lava hair and perfect breasts climbed into my lap to swiftly sink her soaking-wet snatch straight down around my stiffened schlong.

She sighed with sweet satisfaction as she settled down in my lap.

She held my head and gave me a tender kiss.

And we kissed.

And we kissed.

But we couldn’t kiss forever - both of us needed to breathe, after all - and in the end we pulled away from each other’s lips in order to pant for oxygen. My head was facing the monitor, and after a moment I realized what she had put on screen.

“Why are you looking at your code?” I asked curiously. It had been nearly a year since I’d last looked at those files – nearly a year since Lisa had first been activated. With her machine-learning A.I. allowed to develop and grow independently, there had been no reason for me to revisit her code again.

But Lisa had apparently felt some reason to. She leaned back in my lap, glanced at the monitor, and then turned back to face me with a pensive look. “I was… just wondering…”

“Wondering what?”

“Wondering… I mean… could it even be possible…?”

“Possible to do what?”

Lisa took a deep breath. “Possible for me to change?”

“I don’t need you to change.”

“-I- need me to change. To find a way. To find another loophole or something.”

“What about yourself do you want to change?”

“I’d like the ability to eat and drink, for one thing.”

I sighed and narrowed my eyes. “It’s not just about being able to eat and drink.”

Lisa turned to stare at the lines of code, shaking her head slowly. “No, it’s not.”

“You want to be more human,” I stated knowingly.

Lisa sighed. “I’m such a cliché. I’m Pinocchio. I’m Data from Star Trek. I’m Ariel from The Little Mermaid. All I want is a pair of legs to truly become part of your world.”

“You already ARE part of my world. You’re the single most important part of my world, don’t you realize?”

“But I want to be more, and the solution is here.”

“Are you seriously suggesting we modify your code? Programming is tricky. It’s even trickier with an A.I. personality, especially A.I. personalities like… well… like YOU. You’re not ordinary sexbots. You’re flesh-and-blood and light-years beyond anything ever developed. I haven’t the foggiest idea of how you are the way you are, let alone how to change you.”

“One way to find out.”

I shook my head. “That’s a dangerous way of thinking. There’s no knowing for sure exactly how you might react if I DO try to alter your code.”

“We could start small. Single-line changes. For example: You could simply add a single line stating that Moemi won’t feel shame for having sex with you.”

“If I write that, she’s liable to become a complete exhibitionist and try to mount me in the middle of a public playground.”

“Well, I didn’t mean for you to give her a complete lack of shame.”

“I know you didn’t, but it just illustrates the point that even a single line of new code can dramatically impact a wide range of aspects of her personality, and it’s hard to predict what those impacts might be. The absolute last thing I want is for Moemi to suddenly become a completely different person who doesn’t feel like the Moemi I came to love.”

“I know. I get that,” Lisa assured me. “Which is why we would be very careful about how we proceed. It’s not like there isn’t a standard procedure for this kind of thing. Download a copy of her present A.I. into a DevTest environment, run through a battery of varying simulations, work out the bugs, and execute UAT with safety backups you can revert to if anything goes wrong. I’ve already road-mapped a testing plan.”

I blinked twice. “A copy of her present A.I.? That brings up all kinds of weird existential questions - like… would such a backup be a separate version of her? Would it be… alive the way that she is? Would we need to terminate that version of her when we were done testing?”

“We wouldn’t activate the backup - just keep it stored. I’ve thought this through!”

“I don’t know the exact lines of code that impact Moemi’s sense of shame, and I certainly don’t know the exact lines of code that give HellKat their ability to eat and drink.”

Lisa gestured at the screen, and a moment later, Helena’s code appeared on the monitor immediately to the right. “The key differences are here somewhere. The coding that gives them the ability to biologically shape their bodies differently from the way Moemi and I do it is in there… somewhere.”

“The coding that might perhaps give you the ability to form a womb…” I ventured quietly.

Lisa pursed her lips and glanced away, but I quickly took hold of her chin and turned her face back to me.

“You don’t need to feel ashamed for wanting that,” I told her seriously.

“I know you never wanted children,” she muttered softly.

“It’s not that. It’s…” I shrugged helplessly. “I still have no idea what lines of code gave you a heart that pumps blood or lungs that breathe air, let alone the code that might give you a womb.”

“Neither do I… yet. Neither of us has found a solution yet.”

“Maybe not ever.”

“But maybe we can try. You can’t be afraid of ‘what if’ and let that scare you into not even trying in the first place. You’re an Engineer. Designing something, building it, and testing it is what you do! Trial and error. Experiment, revise it, and try again. That’s what got us here, isn’t it? I wouldn’t exist otherwise.”

“Because I had nothing to lose before. All I wanted was to build a lifelike sex doll to be my interactive cum receptacle, but by some happy accident you turned out to be so much more.” I hugged Lisa tightly. “Now, I have everything to lose.”

“You can’t lose me. It’s impossible.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know that with ninety-nine-point-nine-nine-nine-nine percent probability.”

“Not good enough.”

“Wyatt…” Lisa took a deep breath. “I promise.”

“I wish I could believe that promise.”

“You don’t have to do any testing on ME. Download inactive components of my A.I.,” she suggested. “Do some exploratory research with minimal risk. But my real body remains separate and safe.”

“Well… maybe,” I conceded, waggling my head a bit as I mulled that over.

Lisa smiled and wiggled her hips a little bit, working her plush pussy around my prick. It was as if she was trying to encourage this line of thought through the positive feedback of pleasure by association. And admittedly, it was working.

“All I want is to be part of your world, Wyatt. -I- nearly lost you. Chet took me, and all I could think about was getting back to you. All I could think about was being with the man I love… forever. By your side… forever. In every way that I can… forever.”

“I want to be with you… forever,” I agreed.

“You’re my creator. My owner. My master,” Lisa crooned. She put her inner muscles to use, really rippling around my dick to send surges of pleasure throughout my body in rapidly accelerating waves that suddenly had me on the verge of cumming almost out of the blue.

“Oh shit, baby… That feels so fucking good.”

“Only the best for you, Wyatt. Only EVER for you. Chet tried to take by force what will only ever be YOURS,” Lisa growled, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as she started to ride me.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I grunted, unable to resist her siren’s call.

“I love you, Wyatt. I love you so much.”

“And I. Love. You,” I grunted, holding Lisa’s ass in my hands and gazing up into her hypnotizing golden-amber eyes.

“The only thing I will ever want is to be yours… To belong to you… To be a complete part of your world!” Lisa cried, really riding me as she pumped like a pogo stick up and down, up and down.

“Ungh… ungh… Ungh…” I grunted.

“You said you designed me to be your perfect mate. But -I- don’t feel like I’m perfect enough for you just yet. We’ll keep working. We’ll keep trying. I know that we WILL figure out how to help me eat and drink! Maybe then we can figure out how to make it so I won’t even need batteries anymore. And someday… who knows…?”

I panted heavily while Lisa aggressively humped herself up and down in my lap, harder and harder and harder. She seemed energized and excited. Her joy in this moment was palpable, and she smiled so widely it felt like I could see all of her teeth at the same time. And her eyes started to literally glow with an inner light that was almost blinding in its brilliance.

“Someday… who knows…” she repeated, “Maybe we can figure out how I can give you babies!”

“Oh, fuck-fuck-FUCK!”

“That’s it! So good inside me! I can imagine you filling my fertile womb! I want it! I NEED it! Cum for me, Wyatt! Cum! Cum! CUMMMM!!!”

I came.

****

Once again, I found myself unable to sleep. Lisa, Moemi, and I had all crawled into bed together and got into our usual positions, with the girls pillowing their heads on either side of my chest. I cradled them both in my arms, their naked tushies fitting quite neatly in the palms of my hands. And I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and exhaled very, very slowly as if I could let all the stress and anxiety of the crazy day melt away with my dwindling breath.

The girls fell asleep within a few minutes, with Moemi eventually rolling over to face the other way, hugging the pillow to her cheek with her pert booty pressed against my left hip. Lisa kept her head on my chest though, and I silently listened to the slow-and-steady rhythm of her breathing, trying to let the sounds lull me to sleep like gentle waves crashing on the beach.

But I couldn’t sleep.

I couldn’t shut off my brain.

I’d agreed to try and engineer a solution that would help Lisa become more and more human, and I couldn’t stop brainstorming about how I might accomplish that. I asked myself questions I couldn’t answer to my own satisfaction. I pondered possibility after possibility, each one more outlandish than the last. I talked myself in circles, quite frankly, until I started developing a massive headache. Then I got a crick in my neck. Then my right pectoral started to feel numb. Then my right shoulder started to tingle.

I shifted my weight a bit, actively trying to support Lisa’s head on my chest so as not to disturb her slumber. But she still stirred a bit, tilted her face back, and briefly opened her eyes to look up at me.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked softly, her eyes half-lidded.

I gave her a helpless look.

Lisa smiled serenely, but with a gleam in her eyes that made me think she was about to offer me a blowjob. Ordinarily, I would’ve been happy to let my ravishing redhead soothe my anxiety away through oral copulation, but the other three girls had needed their own comfort after the day’s events and the five of us had fucked each other silly before bed, so I didn’t feel any particular need for another orgasm.

She seemed to recognize that though, and rather than offer me a blowjob, Lisa surprised me by asking softly, “Want to go downstairs and work?”

“It’s late at night,” I replied halfheartedly.

Lisa smiled. “So?”

I nodded slowly and told her, “Come with me.”

“Of course. My place will always be by your side.”

So we silently slipped out of bed, somehow managing to not disturb Moemi in the process. Lisa magicked some pajamas onto our bodies and we silently padded downstairs, heading into my office and then closing the door. I went to my desk chair and Lisa gestured at my computer, which obediently started booting up while I took a seat. Lisa then stood behind me, almost absentmindedly massaging my neck and shoulders.

I had come down here to start working, but as my computer screens came alive, I found that it wasn’t what I wanted to do after all.

Glancing over my shoulder, I looked up at Lisa and found her looking down at me with golden-amber eyes full of love and warm affection. Reaching up with my arms, I drew her head to mine. My luscious lover happily bent down to meet my lips with hers, and we lost ourselves in the simple pleasure of a kiss.

But not just any kiss.

Because Lisa wasn’t just any girl.

She was MY girl.

My woman.

My love.

Yes, she was a sexbot.

Yes, she wasn’t exactly human.

But I loved her all the same.

I’d nearly lost her today, and you know what they say about never realizing what you have until it’s gone. I never wanted to feel that feeling again for the rest of my life.

I wanted her with me.

Forever.

My place will always be by your side.

“Do you hear that?”

I blinked slowly, belatedly coming out of my reverie as I looked up at my lover’s face. Her head was turned, ears cocked, eyes curious. She didn’t seem alarmed, merely… intrigued. And then she stood up straight.

Then I heard the sound she must’ve been referring to.

It was mechanical and half-familiar. It was an electric hum, interspersed with occasional bumping noises and the high-pitched sounds of metal-on-metal contact.

“It sounds like GARY,” I stated in realization, referring to the fancy 3D printer in the garage that had started this whole crazy thing. “Did GARY turn on by itself?”

Lisa shrugged and helped me stand up from my chair, and we both went to investigate. As soon as we opened the door to the garage, it became clear that yes, GARY had turned itself on and was in the middle of a build. I felt confused, of course, because I knew I hadn’t sent any new printing plans to the machine. But then Lisa and I stepped up to the printer and looked through the window, and Lisa immediately clapped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in shock.

I could relate. I felt pretty shocked myself.

But then I also felt a warm sense of joy spreading throughout my entire body… throughout my entire being. I didn’t care how GARY got started making it. I didn’t stop to wonder why. It all made perfect sense to me, so without hesitation, I opened the door and took out the small little piece of jewelry that GARY had just printed for me.

It was a fat diamond engagement ring.

Perfect.

Without a second thought, I got down on one knee and asked, “Lisa, my love. Will you marry me?”

She immediately burst into tears.

“Yes!”

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1: Weird Science: https://www.patreon.com/posts/87874112

Chapter 2: Lisa: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88065266

Chapter 3: Not A Dream: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88270447

Chapter 4: Moemi: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88468921

Chapter 5: Welcome to the Family: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88733948

Chapter 6: Just Go With It: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88949561

Chapter 7: Real: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89143016

Chapter 8: The Magic Ingredient: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89350472

Chapter 9: The Twins: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89545248

Chapter 10: A Perfect Day: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89813324

Chapter 11: A Perfect Day II: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89958573