Robot Love

Chapter 1

A/N: Hey everybody! As you'll notice in this chapter, there are a few sexual references but it won't all be like this as it is, after all, rated PG-13. I usually have mature themes in my stories, but not excessively. I hope you like it!

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Chapter One

It all started the day everything ended. The world I mean. You know, the apocalypse? As it turns out, those mumbling whack jobs weren't all that crazy as everybody thought. They may have had their dates wrong...several times, but they were right about the world ending. First, the technology went. You'd try to turn it on and nothing would happen if you were lucky. If not, pressing that power button would be the last thing you did before your iPhone blew up in your face. Of course, the government tried to hide it from the public by claiming it was just some "technical difficulties" but there was no way that the government could hide world-wide spreading hunger because nothing would grow. And they could most definitely not hide the huge natural disasters that ultimately destroyed planet Earth and left more than half of it under the ocean.

The few survivors of the flooding's congregated into three central areas. We don't know which part of the world we really live in so we just call them East, South, and West. But the three Mainstays quickly broke out into war over fights for territory, food, and potential spouses. It had seemed like the world had taken a political back step where everything was solved through fighting. Then somebody got the bright idea to elect a leader along with three co-leaders to represent the East, South, and West. Now we live in a calm, organized if not slightly judgemental society.

"Miss Johnson! Miss Johnson!"

Ugh. Speaking of the devil. Mr. Hugo Poke, the leader of the East waddled out of his house, leaning heavily on his carved wooden cane. He was only in his late thirties but his legs couldn't hold up the enormous weight of his body without the support of his specialty made cane.

"How may I help you Mr. Poke?" I asked politely.

He puffed as he stopped beside me, trying his best to seem like he wasn't winded from his short walk over here.

"I was just coming to inquire after your health." he said.

"I'm doing perfectly fine, thank you Sir." I knew better than to return the inquiry or else I'd be stuck here talking to him all day.

"I don't see how you can be when you live off those...vegetables." he sneered at the word. "You should consider switching to the food pills. They're much better for you Miss Johnson."

I smiled while giving him a little shrug of my thin, frail looking shoulders. "We've had this conversation many times before Mr. Poke." I reminded him.

"Ah, we have indeed. You stubborn wench." I stiffened at the term he used in lightness, grinding my teeth together in contempt. The apocalypse did absolutely nothing for women's rights, in fact they plummeted from there. We are now back to being items and property instead of human beings.

"Well Mr. Poke, I should be getting on my way now. I have a lot of chores to do." I hinted casually.

"Right, your farmer of a father left you that farm to tend to all by yourself. I say, you'd be much more comfortable living in town like the rest of us Miss Johnson. If you would like you could have a room to stay in my house." he said, gesturing to the grand mansion that only the co-leaders of the Mainstays would ever live in. I wonder what the Leader's house looks like. "I have a servant's room open."

"No!" I exclaimed. I cleared my throat awkwardly as his beady green eyes narrowed at me. "No thank you, Mr. Poke. Really it's not necessary, I enjoy living on the farm. Take care."