Roommate for Hire

[Robo-Admirer]

Hi all, been a while. Thought I'd write something short that's been on my mind for a while. Hope you enjoy! I'll be posting parts in a single thread but in different replies as the story is still on-going.

Prologue:

“HEY!” He said, groaning with squinting eyes at the sudden light.

There… ‘it’ stood. Watching? Staring? Wincing at either possibility, he watched that thick grey cable drag across the floor as it turned to face him.

“Good morning, Rob!” he heard, said with a smile as fake as the mask that wore it. As bland as the ‘jump suit’ such suctioned itself onto the mimicry that stood before him.

“What did I say about all that?” Rob said, slowly, gesturing to the back of his neck with his mug in hand as water dripped over the counter.

“You asked me to position myself differently whilst charging, so I have.” It answered, the tone overly cheerful.

Almost convincing.

“Not. Any. Better.” He replied, sculling his water, wincing at its taste. “Try again. Better this time”

Leaving the mug on the bench, his bloodshot eyes glanced between the bright white ’03:00’ across the oven display and a page by the bench. His signature, hastily written along the dotted line next to the coffee stained stood out like a broken thumb.

“Not even a day” he mumbled to himself, groaning.

Killing the light, he returned to his room, freefalling face first on the bed. Turning over, kicking at the sheets, he reached over to his bedside table. His phone’s light shone brightly against his face with the bright red numbers reminding him of why he accepted what stood just beyond his kitchen.

“Idiot... Such a moron” he said under his breath. The numbers taunted him more than he could bare.

Swiping away, he brought up a conversation from earlier. One which brought a slight smile to his face. “She’ll understand...” he paused, pursing his lips.

“Surely she will...”

Day 2:
Tumbling across the table, Rob grunted as he grabbed the textbook and shoved it into his bag. With frayed edges, he lifted the bag from both straps and headed for the door, ignoring the piles behind him.

After six heavy sprays of cologne with twice as much deodorant, he squeezed out of the narrow bathroom and headed for the door, pausing as the kitchen came to view.

“No! Not, again… Hey! Jasmine!” he shouted.

“Good morning, Rob!” the machine replied, smiling gleefully as it leaned in.

“Do not ever charge on the kitchen bench! What were you thinking?” he said, quickly pushing out each word.

“I apologise” it replied, frowning, “I shall not charge whilst sitting on the kitchen bench again. Also, I can’t think. I simply searched for a convenient location with a power outlet.” Hopping down, it unplugged the power cable which quickly retracted at the base of its neck. Reaching back, it pushed down on the covering as its submillimeter design hid any traces of the edge.

“Yeah, I can tell” Rob said, moving passed. “Go… stand over there” he pointed to the TV.

“Yes Rob” came its reply, pacing smoothly as Rob poured cereal into the milk filled bowl. Turning, Jasmine watched as he moved to the couch, kicking up a leg over the arm rest and reaching for the remote with a straining groan. Spoon in hand, balancing the remote and bowl in the other, the machine watched him.
Almost analysing him.

Rob watched, his eyes darting between the screen and Jasmine, struggling to steer his attention from the woman shaped machine. And yet, the concoction of plastic and circuits appeared more attention worthy than the tv itself. Even though it just stood there, staring at him.

Smiling.

His grounded knee jumped, bouncing quickly as his jaw tightened. Raising the bowl to his lips, swallowed everything before tossing it onto the coffee table. Jumping to his feet, he quickly grabbed his bag and dashed out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.

Jasmine stood there, its shadow shifting with each passing hour. It acknowledged the bowl, the souring smell of milk, the lunch left on the counter which Rob never took. And yet, it was just recorded.

No instructions were given, nor were any directives to behave in any way. Jasmine simply stood there until Rob returned.

Immediately, his nostrils flared as his eyes clenched shut.

“Ah that reeks…” he said, sighing.

Dumping the bag by the door, he lazily grabbed the bowl and brought it to the sink. He shook his head at the sandwich left on the counter.

And then he looked up, eyeing the source of his blame, still staring ahead without a thought or movement. He stared back, looking Jasmine over from the kitchen.

“Somehow they killed the buzz only a blonde can give” he whispered to himself as a tinge sparked inside him. “It… was my choice... At least physically… I mean, it looks like a her. It could pass for a she… right?” he reasoned, partially expecting the moment to calm him.

But all it did was bore him.

With that boredom, tinge, plus time, he smirked slightly at the thought of what he’d do next.

Moving to his room, he pushed the door and sat on his chair. With a hand on his nipple and the other moving beneath his pants, he closed both eyes as he began masturbating.

Jasmine’s head turned, facing the hallway from which she heard the quiet moans. Moving towards them, she found Rob’s door slightly ajar, seeing him at his desk. She quickly determined what his shoulder movements and arched back indicated.

She stood there, watching as he continued until his body convulsed, shivering as he threw his head back. “Oh damn…” he whispered to himself.

“Hello Rob, why are you masturbating?” Jasmine asked, sending Rob in a state of panic.

“Were you watching me?!” he shouted back, “Why?! Get out!”

“Would you prefer if I watched you with your knowledge?” she asked, with Rob shooing her way.

“Get out!”