~Artie~<br/><br/>Itâ€™s a funny experience watching him as the Startup process initiates. I had done my research and read all the technical specs; I had taken a Programming Course shortly after High School - itâ€™s always a good idea to at least have a passing familiarity with current technology, especially in this day and age - but seeing it in actuality is another matter entirely. Inside Malonâ€™s head a soft thrumming started as the artificial brain began to pulsate and hum, but outside he just looks like heâ€™s asleep and slowly waking, as if from a pleasant dream. His chest begins to rise and fall with soft even breaths, his skin even flushed a healthy warm glow.<br/><br/>I watched fascinated as muscles and tendons that I knew werenâ€™t started to flex, watching the movement under the skin. Iâ€™d be lying if I said I didnâ€™t see the appeal. Without thinking about it, I reach out to him again allowing my fingers to trail his body, exploring the contours. I let out a shaky breath, feeling the heat of his skin, and the telling thud in my chest. Davids comments about the droids â€˜other common usesâ€™ come to mind and I shake my head. â€œI donâ€™t need a sex-doll damn it,â€ I berate myself - ignoring the growing strain I feel.<br/><br/>His eyes flutter rapidly before opening slowly and taking in everything around him with state of the art Fiber-optics. The Optical cameraâ€™s in his eyeâ€™s were originally designed for Military implementation, as with most things, and later used commercially revolutionizing the community of the visually impaired. â€œMalon,â€ he answers softly - gaze fixing on me when I ask his name.His voice is soft and warm and  I find that I smile despite myself. The Brochure said he could sing, I find that I wouldnâ€™t mind testing that some time. â€œUser Arther Abrams. How does User wish to be addressed?â€<br/><br/>And just like that the Charm is broken. I sigh as my legs begin to tire from the stationary position. I find that stationary positions are more difficult to maintain, motion serves as a sort of distraction to the muscles and the distribution of the weight. â€œArtie is fine for now,â€ I answer offhandedly. I reach back, stretching to grab the chair and sort of crash down into it heavily. Iâ€™m hard on the thing but itâ€™s been faithfully sturdy for nearly a handful of years.<br/><br/>Sitting back down I look up at my new companion a bit lost as to what to do next; anything I want really, but as with most things, when it matters you draw a blank. â€œI suppose I better get you some clothes for now,â€ I decide - leading him through the house to my bedroom. Not that Iâ€™d mind the eye-candy all day, I admit privately. â€œCome on, I have a meeting this morning, you can borrow mine.â€ Theyâ€™d be a bit big but theyâ€™d do. â€œIs there anything you need to ask me?â€ I did a pretty thorough order survey, but those are pretty cookie-cutter. I imagine there may be some..gaps of a sort in the preference settings.<br/>____________<br/><br/>Arties Bedroom:<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f0/b3/1e/f0b31e2eec55577ae6b2b65faf0d08ce.jpg">[ img ]</a>