Once upon a time there was a girl…
She wished she was a robot.
She wished she didn’t have any desire for love, support, or acceptance.
Sometimes she would pretend to be a robot. She would shove people away for no reason (they didn’t do anything wrong) and turn off those pesky emotions. Robots do not need emotions.
The whispers and hisses in her brain could be considered software malfunction. Just ignore it. Do a system reboot and it’ll all be okay.
Turn off that part that dwells on the past. That nostalgia or loneliness for a particular person is nothing but a series of numbers and code. There may be a bug in the system making her think she misses him. But she definitely doesn’t.
The robot is thinking that the idea of starting a new committed relationship is unnecessary. The robot does not need others.
She lets this new man attempt kissing and caressing while daydreaming about having a small metal frame and being filled with only wires.
He asks to be “committed and official” and she puzzles over what this means. She shrugs at the request to put in on the internet (
Facebook, of course). It doesn’t much matter anyway.
She wishes the rising nausea and pain and blood pressure could be solved. If only she could be a robot. Then all that swirling frustrating pain would be nonexistent.
A robot would solve all these pesky problems.
She debates on pretending to be a robot. She’s good at that.