First story attempt - A Day in the Life of Joseph Avens. 1

[GZ02]

The sun’s morning rays penetrated the darkness of the room slowly filling it with warm brilliance. The first thing Joseph became aware of was the warm covers of his bed being slowly drawn down and away from his sleeping form. Something warm and soft began to gently caress his arm. A hand. He could feel the tips of long fingernails barely touching his skin, almost tickling, as the hand slowly went up and down his arm. He could hear the faint whine of servomotors each time the hand drew closer to his ears. He warmed to the touch but he still wanted to sleep…

“good morning joseph, the time is 7:30 AM. it is time to begin your day.”

Her voice, cooing, disembodied, filtered into his ears gently pulling him away from sleep. The words came slowly, measured
(scripted)
in low, husky, and vaguely sexy tones in a decidedly close but still artificial facsimile of a woman’s voice — like listening to an automated phone message. Then silence. Another series of whining servos, lower in pitch and a bit further from his ears. A soft clak of a stiletto heel. He became vaguely aware of the figure that was now bending over him, the full silicone rubber lips now inches away from his upturned ear. The hand that was stroking his arm froze for a moment and with another high wirrrr of servos came up to the side of his head, the long cherry red fingernails began to gently tease his tousled hair.

“joseph,” the digitized not-so-human voice purred, “the time is 7:30AM. it is time to begin your day.”

His name was accented this time as “JOE-sef” with a high inflection on the first syllable. The rest of the sentence trailed off exactly the same as before — as if it was simply rewound back to a certain point.
(wonder if I can fix that)
Joseph wouldn’t hear another ‘announcement’ for another twenty seconds. He remained as he was, eyes closed, head turned away as the fingernails played along the upturned side of his head. He liked it when she did that. It was strangely soothing. It wasn't the same feeling as being touched by a real woman but it was if she was able to somehow make him mentally compensate for that. He couldn't clearly define whether that was the case or if it was his own brain filling the mental gaps. The tips of her fingernails tickled and teased as they danced over his scalp and played in his hair. Silence enveloped the room again save for the muffled sounds of the tiny motors in her fingers as they danced around his ear.

At last, he spoke, “Edit current alarm time to 7:40 AM.” The fingernails froze. Whirrr. The hand retreated. The faint sound of a drive starting up from somewhere within her was followed by a faint ‘beep’.

“understood. resetting alarm”.

She straightened up and backed away from the bed allowing space to come between them until she stood with her back to the wall. Joseph heard the click clack of high heels
(she wearing shooes or boots today?)
as she retreated and assumed her default position for what would be the next few minutes as her internal chronometer ticked down the minutes to 7:40AM. Joseph began to sink back towards the welcome fold of sleep.

[wjbaines]

Hey, this is cool so far!

[fection]

Yeah, nice details and description. Intriguing...