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I've yet to read a robotic romance greentext, so I guess I'll try my hand at it
>Today is the day
>Today is the day I purchase my life partner
>It sounds strange, almost disgusting.
>I feel the ridicule, the disappointed, disgusted glares focus on my every keystroke as I search for the right brand of Robot girl
>The knot of embarrassment in my gut only grows stronger as my choice becomes clearer
>"Why am I doing this? What do I even want out of a robot girl? To cook and clean? I could just try harder at it. Sex? Relationship? I should just go back to regular dating" my mind desperately tries to reason with me as I access the website
>It was the website of a large conglomerate. They make everything from blenders to music players to luxury cars to suits
>Scroll around through their wide variety of products
>You could almost miss it if you weren't looking so damn hard for it. A tiny little "Models" section
>Click the link
>The website I was redirected to was
>different
>Two videos played on it page
>A woman; youthful, unblemished by any worldly corruption, sat in the most styling painting attire I've seen pondering at her latest painting in progress against an endless white background
>Adjacent to her, a man; handsome, shaped by what could have been a lifetime of experience, was wrapped in flannel, making the finishing touches to a wooden rocking chair in, presumably, his log cabin workshop
>They both made the most careful and deliberate of movements in different intervals. You could witness their expressions change; from challange to comfort. Honing in their attention, and letting their tools take the wheel of their imagination.
>After some time, the camera zoomed into their faces at the same time. And just as synchronous, they smiled
>The two videos faded to white, the logo of the company quietly appearing, as if to humbly bow for the show
>Both the man and the woman were their robots
>incredible
>The anxieties in my mind were quiet. Perhaps they were also looking in curiosity and amazement
>I expect to find a catalog to order from, much like the other "budget" robot companion companies
>There is none
>There's a "Contact us" page
>After confirming I wasn't a robot (I appreciated the irony), I'm brought to a new page
>Only a phone number, and hours to call at
>There's still time
>Grab my cellphone
>"What the hell is this leading to?"
>Dial the number
>The phone is answered almost immediately
"When would you like to schedule your appointment?"
>It's a woman's voice
>A crisp, cool one at that
>Still taken aback by the abruptness
>"I uhh, umm, a-appointment?"
"Relax."
"You can only place an order after a consultation.
"Have to make sure the fit is just right for you."
"Would you like to schedule your appointment?"
>This shit is by appointment only? This is wild. Fancy though
>"Well, when works best for you?"
>There's a small pause
"There is an opening at 10 o'clock sharp tomorrow"
"Would that work best for you?" She quipped back
>"Heh, sure. that works"
"Good."
"Under what name should I make this appointment for?"
>"Anon"
"A pleasure to speak with you Mr. Anon"
"I'll send you the address, and the appointment confirmation code via text to your phone"
"And one other thing"
"Do please dress professionally for the consultation."
>"Will do"
>What?
"Look forward to seeing you soon Mr. Anon"
>"You too"
>click
>And just like that, a text with the address and a hexadecimal code
>Out of curiosity, I plug in the address into a map program
>It's in a business tower
>In a swanky part of town
>Am I in over my head?
to be continued
