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Robots do not need a
license to drive, Mike.”
    Mike indulged in a hot shower before bed,
then climbed between two clean sheets. Patience was there to tuck
him in. He read a bit of the daily paper from his texTee, but set
it aside after a few minutes and drifted off into sleep. He
half-dreamily noticed that Patience came into the room to turn off
the light, then she was off again, doing whatever it was that she
did.
    When he opened his eyes in the morning,
Patience was sitting on the edge of the bed. She had on the second
of her two dresses—the black and white polka dotted one, and Mike
felt a tug of regret that he hadn’t bought her more of a
selection.
    “ You need to get up
seventeen minutes earlier since you are walking,” said Patience,
handing him a bagel and a glass of orange juice.
    “ Only seventeen minutes?
I’m not going to run to work you know.”
    “ It is not really that
far.”
    It wasn’t really that far. He ate his
breakfast, shaved and showered, then headed out the door with a
lunch that Patience handed him as he left. He walked briskly to the
end of the block under the awning that covered all the city’s
sidewalks, but the rest of the way, five more blocks, went more
slowly as it was up a slight incline. He rounded the power station
and started across the lawn to the door of his classroom. Looking
at the clock inside, he saw that he was arriving at almost the
exact same time that he always did.
    This was another review day, the day before
final exams, so it was busy as Mike tried to push the last bits of
geographic information into the heads of his eighth grade students.
Not surprisingly, his mind kept returning to Patience, standing
there in her little thong in the center of the family room. He
still couldn’t believe that she was here. He couldn’t believe that
he had actually placed the order for a robot and he couldn’t
believe how perfect she was. She was, in fact, about as perfect as
she could be. He wondered what her measurements were. When he had
designed her, he hadn’t been thinking in terms of numbers. He had
done so based on the visual representation on the screen. He would
have to find out if he was going to buy clothes for her though.
Thinking back to the posted measurements of all the centerfolds he
had seen, he thought she had to be about 34-22-34. She could
probably have been a fashion model, though with those breasts he
was sure she would make a centerfold for Playboy or Penthouse.
    She was of course waiting for him. The walk
home, which was essentially all downhill, had proven more tiring
than Mike had anticipated. He was breathing hard when he reached
out to open the front door, but it had opened for him, and Patience
was waiting on the other side with a glass of iced diet Pepsi. He
took the proffered glass, trudged back to the family room, and
plopped down into his recliner.
    “ Welcome home, Mike,” said
Patience. “You should know that the secondary setup procedure has
successfully completed.”
    “ That’s good,” replied
Mike, pulling the lever to lift his legs up. “Is there a third
setup?”
    Patience shook her head. She was wearing a
little black dress which reached down to her mid-thigh. It was held
on with half inch straps and had a plunging neckline. She had on a
pair of cute little sandals with four inch wedge heels. Mike
noticed how small her feet were.
    “ Nice shoes.”
    “ I don’t see why women’s
shoes are so expensive,” she said. “These shoes cost almost five
times as much as this dress.”
    “ Exactly how much money did
you spend on clothes today?”
    “ $1704.19.”
    “ Wow!” Mike pushed the
lever and rocked forward.
    “ Don’t worry. We will get
more before we run out.”
    “ Are we robbing a
bank?”
    “ I have our finances all
figured out,” she smiled. Then she knelt down in front of him and
for the next twelve minutes or so made him forget about anything as
unimportant as money. Afterwards, she put on a fashion show