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Being alone is kinda hard, like that kind of hard that you deal with all the time, and only a few of us know the feeling of it's weight. Sad to say I was one of those people. Being alone would always keep me from running to my friends the fastest, always keeping me out of reach of destiny's warm hand. But as soon as I stop the weight of it, it would always pull me down further then I can pull back up. And each tug only makes me wish I could find them, those who could hold me by the shoulders and lift me back up, and tear away the weight.

Chapter 1. A loosing battle.

Main Character (Name later): I was at school again. Though I forget what day it was. I think it was a Tuesday, a few days after my birthday party. My chest was numb as usual. And like every day, everyone was busy ignoring me, more focused on the news about how there was another loss for the religious groups in Washington. And how the social droids were being voted into the government's new budget plan instead of making more wings for depressed and other minor medical problems for hospitals and mental institutes. The droids would be made by several different companies, depending on make and model. This was a hard loss for my school, as we were told to have our parents vote against the idea of having these things in our home, telling us how to get better instead of the underfunded, over crowded hospitals, filled with suicidal, and clinically depressed teens, and adults.

To me this was confusing, and no one, even my parents, would bother to explain to me why it was wrong to have something as cool as robots help those who needed it.

Being fifteen I was beginning to understand how the robots were useful, for about ten years now the development of A.I. and the mechanical engineering for robots has sky rocketed. And yet the government, as usual, was trying to keep up with the times.

And they were being on both sides; for the companies that wanted the ok to build them in America. But also for the conservatives that demonized the "Scary" robots that wanted to infiltrate our homes and steal their children, that promising them that 'it is ok to feel sad sometimes", and that "they were there for them.". That would be terrible, and how dare their kids be promised happy things, like love, and understanding. No robot could know of their pains, or how they feel.

Well, I would argue that neither can a pet hamster, yet they can be more of a friend, someone to talk to when you were lonely or depressed. But sadly in my situation, I didn't have a happy hamster to cheer me up. All I had were my overly anti-robitic religious parents.

Mom: "For the last time, you aren't depressed, for heavens sake your only fifteen, what could you be so sad about? You have your friends at school, you are still young, just....stop this already!" She shouted at me.

This had been common for her, whenever I tried to explain why she would find me crying alone in my room, or that I really didn't have any friends and that most of them ignored me she would say the same thing over and over. "You are not, depressed. Are you saying that God isn't good enough for you?."

She had said this whenever she didn't have an answer to my questions of when I heard about our state passing the bill to get a personal social droid. It seemed amazing to hear about how even at my age, I was able to get one for free, if I qualified. I would just need to answer a series of questions, then tell them if we had insurance or not. And in a few months I could pick and choose which one I wanted, and would be shipped to me, free of charge.

So running home, I went online and took the survey, most kids in my class had already bragged about getting one, and how begging their parents was the only way to get the good, high quality kind. The ones who did the most bragging were the boys that were older than me. And you might have guessed which kind of social droid they were bragging about. No wonder most of the parents didn't want their kid having one.

Luckily for me, I found the anthropomorphic section for my social droid. This was in part that I wanted not to have my parents think I was perverted, and that I could have a female model, someone who would be kind, caring, and help me understand how to deal with my emotions, or at least try to. The application process only took me a couple of minutes, and since I was under the age of eighteen, my parents had to sign, and boy wasn't that fun to argue about...for a whole weekend.

In the end I made the point that if I wanted to do better in school she would help me with my homework when they were busy, and that the state said I qualified for one, they just had to sign, and it was only a formality at this point until the law caught up with the new ruling. And it was a few weeks later until she would come in the mail.

Well to call her a she was sort of a subjective term. As her being an android and all that, but I wanted to consider her one, just for my sake.

And when I got home around two I heard a knock on my door. Looking outside it was the us postal, and they have left me a giant crate outside my house. My parents, to my relief, weren't home from work yet. And being the only one home, this would give me ample amount of time to un-box her, and get her set up.

My parents, hated the fact that legally they would be fined if they were to resend my social android, that, and it was up to me, and only me, if my robot was able to help me. So I quickly dragged the box inside. And to my surprise, the crate she was in was a lot lighter than it looked.

I set the box in my living room, but quickly checked the time. It was almost two thirty, and my mom would be home at three, giving me about an hour or so given how bad the traffic would be at that time. I ran around the house closing the blinds, I didn't want any of my nosy neighbors silently judging, or mocking me if they saw my...exotic choice in women.

I then tried to open the box, only to notice it didn't use any thin plastic, or glue to hold it in place. It had nails embedded into the frames. High quality all the way I guess. So trying to remember where the old crowbar I saw my dad use that one time, I ran impatiently down the stairs and into the basement. It was pretty dark given there were so many small dirty windows. After about ten minutes of searching I found it lying under his sawdust infested workshop table, then ran back upstairs. I then plunged the head of the crowbar into the wedge of the wooden crate until I popped open each end.

As soon as I did this, I noticed it was full of packing peanuts, foam boards, and various strange air packed cushions surrounding a thick plastic wrap, covering her entire flattened and carefully folded body. And under the mountain of packing cushions I found two other boxes, both one smaller than the other. I opened them both one after another and laid them on the floor. In the larger one was a folding black rib-caged shaped device that had a plug attached to a very long cable that attached to the bottom of it.

In the smaller box was a very thick, and very detailed manual. And on top of it, was a small folded instruction pamphlet, detailing the basic start up sequence I would be using. Apparently I had to use voice commands to do most of the setup.

So taking my time I cleaned up all of the packing cushions, and wooden walls of the crate, then laid out everything I needed. Then I ripped off the thick plastic sheet around her body. As soon as I began to rip however, I could smell what could only be described as sweet smelling latex.

That and how thick her skin looked, and how much larger she actually was. But I focused on more to get her on her charger. I read the pamphlet and did as it told me, putting the black rib cage on her back by rolling the deflated android's body, and seeing how it fit almost perfectly onto her back. And as soon as I plugged it in, there was three tiny sparks and suddenly spikes on the rib cage's spine forced her back skin onto the device and tightly snugged keeping it to her skin. I rolled her back over so she was facing the ceiling.

I hesitated for a bit when I looked back at the clock. I was busying myself doing all this, and it was two fifty. I didn't exactly want my parents seeing me do all of this and try to convince me of how much of a pervert I was, or how terrible of a child I was for trying to do this. So I quickly unplugged her, and carried her somewhat heavy body up the stairs.

I then closed the door to my room behind me, and moved my bed and everything that was in the way. Then began to read the last pages of the pamphlet. I then reached over her nose, and pushed onto a small lump that was deep within her thick skin, that after ten seconds there was a whirring sound coming from deep in her head. And she began to inflate.

The paper said the inflation process should take about three minutes. So I decided to quickly use the bathroom, as I was a bit preoccupied by the whole ordeal of today. As soon as I got back, I noticed she was standing upright. And was about a foot taller than me. Her body however was strangely plain. The rubber that made up her skin wasn't lacked of any detail, but more that she was much less curvy, and her...bust was much smaller, and when I looked behind her slightly, so was her behind. Her eyes were still closed. This was because I didn't activate her boot up sequence yet. The last page was fairly detailed on what to do. First, I had to claim ownership of her, I didn't like to think I owned her, but I just pretended this was just a way to wake her up.

So I said what was on the page. "I am (Insert WIP name here), and I am your current, and last owner."

Then it told me to say a series of codes, and legalizes out loud so it would be recorded in its core memory. After I read the last word. Her eyes, opened and she looked down to me, and then smiled softly at me. It was a very soft, and warm smile, as if she was pleased to see me. And what got my attention was that she wasn't like any of the androids I saw before, and her smile, it didn't seem fake, or creepy like the uncanny valley. She seemed genuinely happy to see me.

As she looked at me, she plopped down, with a soft slap of her butt to the wooden floor. Her tail curved this way and that as to not be pressed against the wall, moving slowly and rhythmically. Then I slowly approached her, and took in the view. She was a (insert color) with soft green eyes. Her head was at leveled at mine, even when she was sitting. Her body was soft, and in very good shape, of course that was to be expected. And she had four spikes from her head down to her neck in a straight line. She then took both my hands and squeezed them, looking deep into my eyes. I blushed, not expecting this, but before I could say anything she spoke, in a silky soft low but effeminate voice .

Android.: "Hello (ya that guy), it's nice to meet you. My name is..." She then looked to the side, almost embarrassed, but her smile remained as she looked back at me. "Sorry, I forgot I don't have one yet, would you like to give me one?" Her eyes shimmered with expectation. I tried to speak but couldn't think of a good name for her.

I wanted it to be something appropriate for her, but also something clever. Through all the excitement I forgot to think of a name for when she got here. Then I thought about one of my favorite shows, Kids Next Door, and how they used anagrams for names of their weapons, and two by four technology. So I wanted it to be a name that meant something. Something that represented what she was going to do for me, and more importantly, give her something to have as her own, but also something cool.

Her soft hands kept a tight but gentle grip, her eyes almost seemed to sparkle as she waited for my response. It took me about a moment to think of a name, after all, I wanted it to be perfect. Then it came to me, "Your name will be...Saisa, i-if that is ok with you."

She smiled with glee, like a young female teenager, who just got the most amazing gift from her closest friend. Her knees sprung her forward as her wide soft arms scooped around me, and pulled me into what I could only describe as a rubbery cloud bear hug on a warm summers day. And she held me for what seemed like hours as she kept saying thank you, and master over and over again.

Saisa, it was a name that had more than one meaning, it stood for Systematic, artificial, interpersonal, social, android. Though I pronounced it as Sasha, but it didn't matter too much to me. That was her name from now on.

I was so soaked in her affectionately warm hug, I barely noticed my feet were lifted off the ground, I felt like I was cloud nine, she was so warm, and so nice. But I had to focus, she was my social droid, and I needed to not let anything get to me. She was just very soft hardware, and software. She didn't feel anything, not really...I think.

But before I could collect thoughts enough to ask her to let me out of this cloud hug, like I really wanted to anyway, the front door's lock was being clicked open loudly through the paper thin walls of our old house, and with a loud squeak my mom came through the door. This sudden noise made me jump, only to realize I wasn't moving anywhere besides a minor jiggle due to Saisa's flexible but tight hug.

After a moment, she let me down, and that is when I looked at her and frowned, Saisa looked confused at me, then suddenly looked worried, as if she did something wrong. Then she spoke up. "The hug was too much wasn't' it?" She looked down more embarrassed than in pain. I stammered as I rushed my words to rescue her cheerful demeanor. I blushed in embarrassment thinking she meant more than what she said, especially to a young teenager. "No!, It wasn't that, just...I don't like to think I own you, I don't want to be your master...I..." My mind raced for the right word, then the blushed deepened, thinking of the cliché answer from every romance comedy that I was forced to watch. But I didn't want to hurt...to hurt her feelings?

"I want you to be my friend, and someone I want to get to know...you know?" Her eyes lit up slightly and smiled again, something told me I wouldn't mind getting used to that smile.

As usual, my mom called me down stairs, she often hated that I kept my door closed, though it was because they never turned off the hallway light, or if my mom and dad were arguing for the hundredth time. This was one of the reasons I never trusted them with my feelings, I was afraid I would end up like them, fighting, and yelling because they couldn't understand my feelings, so what better way to spare them, but to hold them in.

But a small crack of them flowed out just now. "No, that couldn't be, I was just relaxed because it was a warm soft hug, right?" I thought.

I looked to Saisa, who was now looking to the door, and then looked to me and smiled, well, it was a good as a time as any for my mom to meet my new social android.

I took a deep breath and stood up, and walked to the door, and slowly reached for the door nob. And I just stood there, frozen, my heart was racing, something was a miss, that is when Saisa piped up.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" She took hold of the small box, the one with the manual in it. But at the bottom of the box, was a black shirt and shorts in a plastic packet, made of some strange stretchy fabric I didn't recognize. She quickly tore it open and pulled up the shorts one inflated leg at a time. For an inflatable robot, she was quite flexible and nimble.

I blushed bright to myself, what was I thinking, I shouldn't be staring at her while she was getting dressed. I quickly looked away, and when she was done, I turned around.

She looked rather nice in her sports tank top and sports shorts. They even had a neat blue line pattern, like something out of the eighties.

"So," she said. "How do I look?" She said turning around her tail encircling her slightly as she twirled.

"You look nice." I hid my blush as best I could by turning around opening the door. The cool air coming from the air conditioning helped cover my embarrassment. When I did see her in her clothes, her body looked...a bit more..curvy, the tight sports clothes did nicely to cover her to make it modest, but enough to look cute on her. It went well with her eyes.

I then shook my head, trying to focus, as I walked out the door and down the stairs, her giggling slightly from my complement, but I was too distracted with introducing her to my mom.

Because of how light Saisa was, I couldn't hear her stepping down the squeaky wooden stair case, and when I stopped on the last step, I felt something soft and fabricy bounce gently on the back of my head as she gently held onto my shoulders, so I wouldn't tip over the last step on accident.

"Hey m-mom, my android came in today, I got her- I mean it set up and working. So I am going to test it with some basic movement protocols, and stuff an-"

"That's nice, I'm not staying too long I-" She walked back into the hallway where the stairs where, and stared up at the giant, mostly in surprise, that, and despite the rumors and pictures she saw on the internet, Saisa wasn't as busty, or as inappropriate as she thought, but still, it was unthinkable to have her kid have one, he was going to be tempted by it, somehow. She then hid her angry face, as she thought of how many dirty things could be done with her, and what kind of movement tests the robot thing wanted to do with her son.

She didn't hate her son, just disappointed in what he chose for the robot. He could have gotten a more human model, or something less ugly, that only some freak would find attractive. Or that he was going to use this robot as an excuse that she was a bad parent. But before her thoughts should continue the robot spoke to her, and what scared her and made her jump a bit was that it sounded like it had a voice box, and not a internal speaker.

"Hello mam, my name is Saisa, your son's personal social andr-" My mom then cut in. "Ya, I know what you are, and I don't need you to have a name, a thing like you doesn't need a name, your not a pet, and you're certainly are not a person." This made me feel the numb pain in my chest twitch when she said that, person or not, that was just cruel sounding to me.

Saisa just kept on a polite face, and continued to smile, this enraged my mom, but quickly turned into affirmation of my mom's thoughts on the thing. "Just like I thought, no emotion what so ever. But yes, I am leaving in a bit, sweetie, and I will be back later." And like that, she waited for me and Saisa to get out of her way. And as she walked up the stairs to get ready to leave again, I just stood there with Saisa holding my left shoulder tightly. And when my mom was far away enough, Saisa noticed my face, and how hurt I looked.

Saisa didn't look too happy herself, then quickly asked me to take her on a tour of my home downstairs. Slightly cheering her up, along with me, I took her around to my living room, and showed her all my video games and movies. She asked me which ones were my favorite, and if I could live in one of them, which one would I choose. The more I showed her around, the more she asked me about it, and how I felt about it, or several other questions on how I felt about my folks, and about certain things about life.

And at first I thought she was asking out of politeness, or she was just analyzing the emotional responses I was giving, like a reverse replicant test. But she seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, it's as if she enjoyed talking to me or something.

After a bit my mom shouted that she was leaving, and that she left her number on the fridge in case I have forgotten it. And with that, she left. And as soon as she did, Saisa asked me if I wanted to watch tv or a movie with her. I happily agreed, and walked back to the living room, popped down next to the DVD player and put in my favorite movie at the time, "Back to the Future", part two.

The idea of a future where they're flying cars, holographic projections, and ridiculous clothes really interested me, and made me wish the world was already like this. Though then again, we did have robots on the rise, like in Terminator, but, something told me I didn't want to watch that tonight.

As we were watching movies I didn't notice Saisa had her arm across from my own on the other side of my body. She wasn't touching me or anything, and before I knew it, my head was leaning on the inside part of her elbow joint. It just felt normal for me.

It was around nine when Saisa looked down to me, the way she was sitting, she had her outer right leg pushing slightly against my left, then used to to nudge me to get my attention.

"It's getting kind of late, and this is the third time you were nodding off on me, and here I thought you liked this movie." She teased, and I giggled a bit, then yawned.

"It is, but it's too early to-" I yawned again. The jig was up, the tv's light shined off her slightly polished rubber skin, she smiled slyly at me, giving my playful bluff away. I then gave up my ruse, and stood to my feet. Adjusting my shirt that was slightly crooked due to me leaning on her arm for so long. This has been the most comfortable conversation I ever had, I felt that I could just trust her. Or was it that she wasn't really a person, and was incapable of judging me. I didn't have the answer.

I stretched my arms behind my head and then drearily walked my way to the stairs, The dimming orange light of the sun was peaking through each window of the house, making it glow softly with an ember touch. And when going up the stairs, I noticed the soft halo glow it gave to Saisa, making her smile all the warmer.

When I got up stairs, she looked around my room with mild interest, I watched her look around, her soft green eyes dimly reflecting the orange light peeking through the closed shades in my room, and her cute wondering expression made that sun set all the more perfect, and maybe made the perfect day.

She then looked back to me, "You brush your teeth, I'll set up your bed. Then we can talk a little bit more before you go to sleep, sound like a plan?" Her smile widened slightly squinting her eyes as she did.

I smiled back and ran off to use the bath room, sleepily avoiding any wall my tired feet wondered themselves into. When my mouth was minty fresh I went back to my room seeing her sitting on the edge of my bed waiting for me. I sat next to her as she pushed on my with her side. After about an hour I was leaning on the back wall tucked in, her sitting next to me closely, as the bed wasn't really wide enough for both of us.

Just a few minutes later I was passed out, and her cuddling me tight. And she was doing this for an hour until her internal alarm beeped in her head, informing her she was only on thirty percent power, she then nuzzled my cheek with hers, then with her lips pressed them on my cheek followed with a quick hug, then got up slowly as not to wake me,got onto her charger, and looking at my one more time, closed her eyes, and went into sleep mode.