Mechanical Love

    I was pretty young when I was assigned my first robot. They made it so that it was young like me, but right away I knew what she was. My father told me about them all the time; how useful they were, how important it is for me to have one, and that I was to get one as soon as possible. I was neither excited nor disappointed to learn that I was to get one.

    The day it came in the mail from the company, my father was so happy-he now didn't have to pay thousands of dollars worth of bodyguards to protect me. He now had a specialized robot-that was easy to fix, and cheap. It was small, just a little bit taller than me. It was made to grow with me, as I grew it would, as I matured it would. It was young, but her face looked as if it had lived for many years before it came. It was a female, the strongest and newest model built yet. She had long black hair to hide the small cables that trailed out from the back of her head-to disappear into line down her spine. She had dark grey eyes, and thin pale lips. Her face down to her neck was made of flesh, but around the collar bone is where the metal plating started. It covered her body down to her hands, where the flesh hide the wires and bendable cables that made up part of her insides. She was also a silent robot, the whole room had to be quiet in order for you to be able to hear her gears turning at the joints, and in side her mind.

    No matter where I went she would always follow me, like the bodyguard she was built to be. She always wore pants and a lose fitting tank top-things she could move easily in. She stayed close to me, staying a few feet away from me at social functions-hiding in the corners in her class clothing. It was like a second shadow, and slowly throughout time I became more and more curious of her.

    My classmates always stared at her as she walked past them, trailing behind me like a small dog. She would wait outside the classroom, and each time I would leave, I would find her leaning against the wall-her arms at her side, eyes closed while she rests. Though as soon I as walked towards her, her eyes snap open, and she straightens up.

    Every few months a man and another robot-the same sizes of her, would come to pick her up. They would take her to their labs, to change her parts-so it would as seem as is she was growing. They would also train her, and when they dropped her off, she would be the same but new. Her hair would be cut so that it could be cut at the same length, her body taller, but actions and attitudes them same. Just like how she would be updated, the other boy would be as well, each time becoming slightly taller like the female. I was never aloud to leave the house during those times that she was away. My father never wanted to pay the extra money for the bodyguards, so I was never aloud out of the house. Though every time I would see her again, my curiosity would grow-I never knew how she worked, and I was curious to know.