Aftermath

Senior POV

The continuous pokes finally were successful after what felt like several minutes, which was probably really more under the lines of... only 1 minute!?

For a few seconds I was quite worried she just straight up did the old fashion dying, or just simply said, "Sayonara, mother fucker!" Since she has no pulse, there's no real way of actually telling what happened.

When she raises and personally unplugs the wire, "Why didn't you unplug me?" She asks, trying to raise but like anyone who just woke, but didn't find the strength to do so.

"Well... I thought that your mechanism was kinda like a-"

"So you DO care about me!"

"Don't go that far, Robo girl, your worth more alive than dead. After all, you need to pay rent, hack government agency's, and steal money from banks-"

"Sureeeee" She smirks the most smug look I've seen in a while, and everyone these days HATE smug people. Unless they got money to make themselves smug, and she sure doesn't, at least at this very moment.

I get up and crawl back to the mess, AKA the dinner, or whats left of it, and then dispose of it.

I don't want scent of my burning flesh nor the smell of the synthetic spices in my room for one moment longer!

I go to the front entrance of my room, on the left there's this handle, kind of like to open a washing machine if I ever had one, but I obviously don't have one, the water bills would cast too much.

When I pull on it a chute opens and I dispense the food and it goes to god know where.

I turn around to see Kylie once again have her arms holding the neck of the guitar, "Why don't you play me an old fashioned song to calm down my bones?" I request.

She starts strumming using a method known as Hybrid Picking, starting really quickly, dare I say Tremolo speed, "Woah! I said I want a old fashioned! Not some heavy piece of metal for my bread brain to have to comprehend! Actually, it wouldn't be metal, but you get the point..."

She glares at me and keeps the brutal beginning but slowing gradually to settling with a standard jingle chord progression, I was too tiered to actually try to find the notes, but I did notice that this beauty sure put me into another deep calm again.

Calmer than I've been in a while, probably before this damn job started making me work another 2 hours for practically same amount of pay, but what can a man do?

She started to thump out a beat, and soon humming to it, making it feel like my mother was singing a baby me to sleep, it was still quite soothing even if I was a grown man.

Before she could get to the centerpiece of the song, I slide into deeper sleep, no dreams, no visions, and no nightmares. And best of all, no worries about insane debtors.

The perfect sleep.

...

When I peep open my eyes, I see the blinder on the window open, an AI which I programmed to let me know if its day or night easily, and since it's open, it's night time.

I roll myself over from my slug stretch sleeping position to see Kylie stooping over the guitar the guitar, her shirt slipping off her shoulders...

"Dear lor- *squirt*" I run over to get a tissue and stuff one up each nostril, this nose bleed ain't stopping any time soon, that's for sure. I think I should turn on the humidifier, it would prevent these events... but it costs too much so I guess not.

I return to my previous position and prepare to quickly put her too large shirt back into place. I knew I should've gotten that discount hazmat suit!

Anyways, I need to do it quickly before these Ketchup squirters run outta Ketchup to squirt and actually starts harming me.

The operation was simple, the execution was not, but whats needs to be done is done, I quickly swipe her shirt above her shoulder and she mutters like she's actually asleep.

Wait, if she wasn't asleep... I wouldn't have had to fix it! And since she's a robot and nobody turned her off... she must be on!

Whatever, if she discovers she loves sleeping so be it, I turn around to see that it's dangerously close to falling down again, and the blood comes out faster, 'Cheeky slut, she wants me to do a move, but I'm a man integrity! So in other words, fuck her desires!'

I toss a blanket on her, "Sleep well~"

I then do a ninja silent exit of the room, getting ready for work, and departing without saying another word to Kylie, I hope she doesn't ruin too much before I come back, or even better, she's still sleeping!

...

The commute was more awkward than usual, people were looking at me funny, but I guess it was my clothing or something, so I kept on going, it's best for physical squirts like me to not meet eye contact with nasty looking people.

When I peer into the office where I work I realize people are looking at me funny again, "What?" I mutter, before realizing I still have my tissues in.

Abashed, I remove and throw them away, and then begin my 6 hour shift of work.