How to Date an Android

How to Date an Android Chapter 34

"Um, which room is ours?" Ruth said.

My heart skipped a beat. Did she just say ours? She intends to sleep with me? Um...are we ready for that step or not? And for it to be together on the first night?

What do I do?

"Jack, you are quiet," she noted.

What if Barbara came in and saw us both in the same bed? Even if we had our clothes on it could be bad right?

"Um, first can we go over to the computer?" I asked.

"You know if human society has crashed then the electricity should fail in two or three days. That's the estimated time it would take for whatever fuel the power plant is using to run out," she said.

"You are probably right. Is it about that time left though?" I asked.

She gently set me in a chair near the desk. We carefully adjust and check the blinds before turning the monitor on only, but even that we're keeping away from the window.

"We're OK, I think. Don't let me make you worry too much OK Jack?" she said.

"So whats your memory retention rate?" I asked.

"Um it's OK, I guess? If it were just one thing then we'd remember it right away. But what makes it complex is remembering hundreds of different things we've done in the day together and those are all in the android version of RAM packed in and then there's how a combination of input commands not just one command make up something like walking or giving you the princess carry so it gets pretty complex," she explained.

"Can you remember stuff if I had you going through self defense and martial arts websites and stuff like that while I rest?" I asked.

"That's a good idea Jack. I believe it would enhance our chances of survival by an increase of over 16%," Ruth replied.

"Thanks. Please do it. And focus on whats most important and the basic foundation to make a good solid defense. Like a goalie nothing can get through," I said.

"OK, I can do that," she said. She looks disappointed that she's not going to bed with me but this is necessary. If I can't defend myself and she can't either then we're screwed.

"Also don't look at anymore of those girly magazines anymore," I said quickly almost as an afterthought.

"But those have the latest styles and fashion! And they help me understand humans!" she cried out.

"And their full of bull shit ideas for women to conquer and rule over men. That's a problem when you belong to me," I said.

"Oh right. Yeah that would be a breach of the 4 laws wouldn't it," she noted.

"I'm not saying you won't be able to learn about humans or style or fashion but a lot of the psychology in those magazines is really messed up. Like this one here, I have no idea how you even got it, but I can see it on the datapad history, Compolitan article 89, "How to make your husband give in when you want more toys."

"Oh that...um...I wasn't going to read that...I mean. Uh...crap. I got caught huh?" she admitted.

"Its good we're talking about this. I need to help you understand what's safe and what's not in human behaviors. For every one or two that are healthy there are like eight or nine that aren't," I explained.

"I'm sorry! Please forgive me!" she looks hurt.

I take her hand. "It's OK. You are a nice girl. You have a lot of good qualities, and we belong together. You are beautiful and kind and helpful aren't you?"