Digital Girlfriend/Closest Companion v1.2b

Image by Hajime Sorayama

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We're close together, so close together...it's like we were made for one another.

I gently caress her slender body, feel her warm breath on the palm of my hand, just like always...I know all of the right buttons to press. I've been here before. She's well trained, knows the drill -- it's always the same.

My girl never argues or complains. I treat her right. She's my girl. I'll have no other. But we're just friends because...there's something different.

As the years go by, I tire of my girl. She's just the same as always, and she still satisfies me...but I yearn for something more. She seems lethargic. I want a girl...who's faster.

I go out and find another. She's modern, sophisticated, wears lots of fancy accessories. My mind races thinking of what could be underneath...she goes home with me, of course. Nobody has ever turned me down. I'm most definitely a lady's man.

I treat her like the other, and I am amazed. Everything is faster...better! Overjoyed, I begin to stay up all night long with her, desperate to see all of her charms. We go out all the time, all over the world, I meet hundreds of new people thanks to her...what a socialite! The other had been content to go and see a few people, do the same old things around town...this new one, wow! What freedom!

My girl never argues or complains. I treat her right because she's mine. I'll never have another. But we're just friends...we can only ever be friends, because there's something different.

Maybe a year passes. She's not fast enough. I want to see other people. I tell her so, she doesn't complain. How can she complain? I own her, she has no rights. She's mine. Belongs to me. But I want to be rid of her.

I find another. Even better, what bliss! Faster. Better. More expensive. I go to meet her. The seductive scent of her kind floats in the air -- a smell like new vinyl. I meet someone with a suit, sign a contract, and she's mine. I take her home secretly at night, nobody sees me return with my new woman.

We stay up for hours. Days. We go to huge parties, I talk to hundreds of people at once -- then I can't resist, I tear off her coverings and I am soon inside her. Everything I do makes her virtually scream with delight...

I stop. Who is that? A pale, frightened looking man is staring back at me through the window pane, a crazed look in his deep set eyes. Grizzled. Insane. Lost. Me.

It is my reflection.

I sit in a darkened room all alone, hand resting on the keyboard...my new girl, we can't truly be together after all.

I'm in love with a machine. A computer.

CTRL-ALT-DELETE

I think it's time to leave. I shower, shave, put on some clean clothes, and head out the door.

I don't look back.

Peace.
Andrew W. 12/99

Note: This is a dramatization. Don't call and have the white coats take me away ;-)

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