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You were getting off a taxi a little past 10PM. You were finally here—the city! Normally, you would have been unloading a produce truck, but after all that hard work; working all night at the market and building up your writing portfolio during the day, you had finally landed a job in the editorial department as a rookie editor. Fortunately, you had connections with people in the area who were willing to give you a place to stay. Ah, the perks of knowing a bartender.

You thanked the driver and watched as the yellow car sped off into the distance. Really. People here always seemed to be late for a date. You turned your head, taking in a long breath as you saw the flashy hotel. You remembered the manager's words. "I'm only letting you stay for the time that you have a job. Once you're unemployed, you have a day to pack up." Was it really okay to stay here? Geeze...

You dragged your lone rolling luggage case behind you as your heels clicked against the light, marble tiles. You stopped at the concierge to check in, then maneuvered your way to the elevator and let it take you to where you needed to be, according to your room number. At first it felt nice to get on an elevator for the first time, it was cool. Especially because you had never been on one before, coming from the suburbs and all. But the feeling soon went away when you realized how long it was taking for it to just stop moving. You were almost going to sit down when you finally heard that final "ding!" and the doors opened. You noticed first that the doors to these rooms were actually quite large. Not only that, but they were split doors, and it didn't seem like the room entrances were anywhere close to each other. There had to be one door on every wall, at most. These city people sure liked their things fancy.

However, it was when you slid the card on the scanner and opened the door did you finally realize something was off.

The first things that caught your eye were the two large, ceiling-to-floor windows that took up almost all of the wall facing the outside. From your angle, a wall blocked your view of the bed—besides a little glimpse of the corner, which was covered with a blanket that looked... Furry? The floor was made from a dark, glossy tile that looked like marble and you saw a sturdy desk and rolling chair neatly tucked to the side.

Your jaw dropped, your luggage rolled backwards, and the phone rang. This wasn't a regular room.

You turned and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear awkwardly before bending down and picking up the roller's handle and closing the door quietly. The ringing seemed to get louder as you snooped around the room a little more. First of all, the bed was huge. Too huge. Huge enough for an elephant, in your shocked eyes.

The phone was still ringing... There was a table below a mirror with glass for the table. The phone sat right on the side. You picked it up, finally.

"H-hello?"

"Miss _____?"

"Yes, that's... That's me."

"It's Ricky. The manager?"

"Oh, good..." You breathed a sigh of relief, one he seemed to hear because he was laughing on the other end.

"Haha, you probably thought you were given the wrong suite, am I right?" More laughing. "Pretty sweet deal, though, right? I know. I'm awesome. No need to thank me. There is a catch, though. You listening?"

Great. A catch. Although why wouldn't it, with it's grandeur? You sighed. "I'm listening, pal."

You heard a smile in his voice now. "Don't worry, it's not that bad. No, actually it's a pretty sweet bonus to the room, okay?"

Ring!

"Oh, hold on one second." You said as you put the phone on the glass and scurried to the door. You looked through the little peep hole and turned the knob once you saw the employee's uniform and clipboard.

The woman smiled at you sweetly before giving you the clipboard. And a pen "You're Miss _____, right?" You nodded and took the clipboard from her. "Please sign for this package." She said politely. You nodded before seeing her pull the package into your line of sight and sign the form. "Thank you! She said, pulling a tall box into your living room and leaving. You stared at it briefly before picking the phone up again.

"You still there? Sorry, I got—"

"—a package, I know. That's your catch."

"The package?"

"Well, the thing inside it. Why don't you go open it. Put me on speaker phone." You nodded and hurried an "okay," rushing over to the mysterious box. It had to be at least 6'! A person could fit in there!! But.. How were you going to open it? You didn't bring scissors.

"Go ahead and open it, don't be shy. The person who delivered it should have left a box opener." You looked to the floor, and there it was. You picked it up immediately and looked up at the box curiously. Taking the blade, you tippy-toed to break the tape and pulled the box opener down. Packing peanuts spilled at your feet instantly and you suddenly felt like someone was watching you from within the box. "Don't be alarmed, he's friendly!"

Turning to the phone with a puzzled look on your face, you repeated that last word out loud. "Friendly—?" You almost choked when you looked back up and your gaze met with grey orbs. He had nothing on besides a pair of black boxers and he was just standing in the open box. You scrambled away from him suddenly, but lost your footing and tripped backwards. You let out a squeal as you hit ground—Except, you didn't hit the ground because muscular arms came forward to rescue you in the blink of an eye.

You looked uncomfortably at his chest, then at his face. He was attractive, buff, blonde with slicked back hair, did you mention attractive? He was also half naked and you had no idea why he was there. "Can you hear me??" Okay, maybe you had somewhat of an idea. You mumbled your thanks to the man and rushed to the phone. You could feel slate gray eyes never leave you.

"Rick, why is there a guy in that box!?! And why is he only wearing boxers???" Life questions here. You glanced back briefly at said boxer-clad, packaged man.

"He's Android 7. We're planning on making more of his kind for guests as a personal servant—he can cook, clean, do the laundry, baby-sit. Heck, he's even equipped with a drivers license and a food tanker. You could take him out on dates if you wanted to!"

"Okay, so let me guess..."

"We need you to test him out. We'll let you keep him afterwards, too, if you say you like him!" You sighed again, all the happiness was going to fly out of your life like this.

"That shouldn't be too bad. What should I do for clothes? I can't have him walking around like this all the time..."

"He was designed so that he would be attractive enough for people not to care..."

"HE NEEDS CLOTHES."

"He has car keys and a card that charges to the company. You just need to take him out. It's late, you shouldn't have a problem with staring on the streets if you go now... Why don't you get acquainted and head down to the mall?"

"Ricky... This is..."

"The only way your staying at the hotel! I'm looking for a page essay about what you think of him at the end of three months. If he has any glitches before then, let me know."

"Rick..."

"I'll be in touch. Extension 435 if you need me. Bye!" Click!

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Ugh... What now... This was so awkward. Looking at the android gave you chills, his eyes were so cold... Plus he hasn't breathed a word since you hung up on Ricky. You rubbed your arms in an attempt to get rid of the goosebumps on them. "I'm _____." You said in a friendly tone. He nodded, letting you know he was listening to you.

It felt like he was paying too much attention to you, though. You felt self-conscious under his gaze. Once you broke eye contact he finally spoke.

"I am Android 7." There was a certain ring to his voice, and an accent. He by no means sounded like a robot like you had expected. In fact, he spoke fluidly; and it seemed he even had a German accent. They really tried hard to make him attractive—although who was complaining? He was a hunk! "You are pleased with my aesthetic design."

"Huh?!"

"You have kept your eyes on my face and torso, I'm assuming it is partly due to your quirky nature, but staring for that long... And with that expression..."

Was this android flirting with you?! You looked out the window immediately.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm programmed with self-control. I am simply your personal servant." He said with a smirk. You made a little frown when you looked back at him, you already weren't very fond of his bold behavior. He was sending mixed signals, which confused you because he was a robot and he shouldn't have been sending you any signals at all??? You tried to change the subject. Truth be told, you just wanted to get this guy's clothes and hit the hay already.

"Is there another name that you'd like to be called, Android 7?"

"Ludwig Beilschmidt. 28 on my drivers licence. I speak German and English fluently. Others if you'd care to install them. Miss _____, I'd like to finish introductions soon so that you may sleep, my scanner tells me that your curfew is 9 and it is already past 10."

"Yes... That's true..." What else did that scanner say about you??

"That you are 25 years old, studied in Italy from Kindergarten to seventh grade, have a fixation with orchids and gardenias, and also that you make crude sexual references that make you seem experienced, but are actually extremely shy in bed. There is more information, but none you'll be too happy to hear." You stared at him with your mouth slightly ajar. He slowly came up to you and closed it with his finger. "I also know that your bra size is _____ and you like the lacy ones the best."

"Do you have some kind of off button?"

"...I sleep when you do."

"Perhaps you could reset yourself? Surely, there's something wrong with you."

"As you wish." By saying this, his head suddenly hung low, and you could hear a descending noise followed by an escalating sound. The android looked up once more, but something was different in his gaze. Glowing cerulean eyes now focused on you, and you could feel the robot give off a-whole-nother aura as it straightened its posture and looked down at you from its nose. His eyes flickered around briefly before centering on you again. It seemed he had a lapse in memory. Looked like he had everything under control now, though. "We... Are going clothes shopping, ja?"

"Ah... Yeah...." Nice to see someone finally getting to the point.

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"Do you like this one?"

"I don't like the print."

Shrugging, you put the graphic tee back on the rack. He must have rejected at least every shirt that you showed him. You were at a large mall just a few blocks from the hotel, and you were now on your sixth store looking for clothes.

You were able to find him a pair of black, boot-cut pants that he was now wearing, and some more in the bag that he was holding. A few pairs of pajamas and a few undershirts, some simple jeans from Levis, and two suits, but no shirts. A the contents of his bag alone costed half of your yearly salary! First of all, he didn't like prints for some reason. Second, while he looked good in everything he put on, he was sticking to some style that you failed to catch on to. But now that his bottom half was dressed, it was more obvious that he had a very nice build. A little on the bulkier side, but still leaner than an NFL player. An that ass...

"Miss _____, is there something on my back?"

"What?"

"You've been staring up and down my back side for a while now. Do you see something?" Oh you saw something alright, but you'd be sure as hell upset if he went to fix it. Or... Wait, what!? You checked your face for drool, then turned to look for more shirts.

"Mr. Beilschmidt, I'm tired..." You said, yawning.

"Call me Ludwig. And I apologize... You can go sleep on one of those display beds and I could—"

"No!!" You shocked yourself with your own tone. The android turned to look at you to see if you were alright. He probably thought you were mentally ill. You walked next to him, sharing his clothes rack. "I'm sorry, I meant, I just wanted to see you try on the clothes... I've never dressed anyone before..."

"You don't have children?"

"I'm 25!" You said, glaring at him. He looked on with the touch of a smile.

"21 is the perfect age for children. Most fertile, to my understanding." You made a face at his back and went silent. So what if you didn't have kids? There was nothing wrong with that, you were just looking for the right person, was that so wrong? "You don't have a significant other, _____?"

You pushed past a few more of the clothes on the rack. You had a boyfriend some time ago, but he was more into his pick-up truck than he was you. Needless to say, the relationship was over in seconds. You shook your head in reply.

He stopped looking through the clothes and focused his attention on you. "I'm surprised. You're very cute, _____. You have a warm heart." You shrugged, actually very sleepy. "I'm very disappointed in society for leaving a woman like you single."

"Thanks, Ludwig." You said, facing him. Your face was warm from those words you were unaccustomed to hearing. You had been alone with no one to understand you for so long... You felt like you could just french him right there. The android smiled warmly at you before lifting the large pile that was in his arm at the fitting room.

"Let's try these on." You could just melt in that voice.

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He finally got the shirts. Finally. The shoes and accessories were easy as cake to find, especially because the man was knew his perfect size in every manufacturer, all he needed to do was look at the shoe and know if he liked it! You marveled at how human he was—a specific taste in clothes, a silver tongue, modesty, it was like they designed him to be the perfect husband or something!

You were walking home now, he was wearing a black pair of lace-up boots over the hem of his jeans, black washed out Levi's that weren't too tight. A brown belt hooked around his hips and an army green t-shirt sat on his torso. The look was completed with a black leather jacket, sleeves pushed up 2/3 of the way up his forearm, a few dog-tags (that you chose after realizing the look he was going for) casually hanging around his neck and an expensive silver watch with gold accents.

He entwined his fingers with yours, explaining matter-of-fact-ly that he was doing so to keep you out of trouble, especially because it was dark out. Normally, you would have called it bullshit, but he was an android, and the fact that you could act like you had such a cool boyfriend made you feel great. It was a good enough reason for you, to say the least.

The hotel door was at your mercy in moments, and you sighed as you left a trail of your belongings and clothes to the bed, finally crawling onto the King sized mattress and landing on the head pillows face-first. You were only in your underwear and undershirt, having discarded everything on the way there and it felt like heaven. You cracked an eye as you heard the door close and the sound of clothes being gathered up. Soon, the boyfriend-material android walked into your vision and you smiled at his diligence to clean after your mess.

You were really sleepy the , as you called him over to your side. He came and kneeled to meet you gaze, and you put a hand to his head. It was the only way you really know how to show affection—you weren't an overly intimate person. He smiled crookedly as he stared at you, fixing your pillows so that your neck was in a more comfortable position. You giggled as he pulled a blanket over your half-asleep form. "Sweet dreams, miss." He whispered, getting up. You tugged at his shirt before he could walk off somewhere and he simply looked back at you. "Anything else you need?"

"Hold me 'til I fall asleep?" You whispered, yawning. His eyes were wide enough to tell you that he was quite shocked at your request. He nodded and your lids fell, heavy with drowsiness.

You could hear rustling around the room, crinkling of paper, the sound of something being set on the table, clothes folding... When the noise stopped, the lights went off and weight shifted the bed slightly to the new addition. Strong arms wrapped around your arms as you lay on your side, like the hero did the heroine in so many movies that you watched. You thought you felt a kiss on your right temple, but fog blurred your brain functions.

In seconds you were out cold and dreaming of hot men in nothing but tight pants.