Post by marie on Sept 20, 2015 17:12:01 GMT
My New Life
Here a brief story on how I met Sophia. She is lovely. She’s everything I ever wanted it’s almost like I hand picked her. Oh, I did and she’s perfect.
It all started June 1, 2045, with my first visit to the Implementation Zone. After a year at the Implementation Zone I graduated to the Design Center. I vividly recall the excitement that possessed me that day when I walked into the Design Center. The receptionist handed me a clipboard with a questionnaire and pen attached to it. A pen, I guess that meant my answers were cemented in ink. There were so many choices. It was time to re-evaluate myself. What did I want in a woman? Did I want intellect, charm, bubbly personality, confidence, co-dependence or my equivalent? What about appearance? Was she to be voluptuous, thin, tall, short, blonde, redhead, brunette, blue eyes, etc…? What about skin color? I went through the checklist over and over. I summarized my past choices and finally checked the boxes. The final question and most important was the name but this was the easiest question of all. I had managed to carry this name with me throughout my life and now I was going to put it to use. Her name would be Sophia. This name resonated, class, charm, style, beauty, sophistication, and intellect. I added a splash of wit and a hint of sarcasm for my beauty. The intricacies of her biology were up the professionals. In one year I would return to pick up my significant other.
The year wait was going to be a busy one. There were many things to be done before Sophia could come home. I had to make a list of all my family and friends and their character traits and my relationship with each. Thank goodness they already had all my information from the strenuous application and testing phases at the Implementation Zone. Another job, which I labeled as tedious, necessitated the assistance of my sister. I would rely on her to take me to the finer stores around town to shop for Sophia’s wardrobe. It’s one thing to know the square footage of your home but to know the exact dimensions was another. I had to take careful measurements and email all the information. My sister also helped me make my place suitable for a couple and less a bachelor pad as well as help me organize the closet to make room for Sophia’s belongings. Luckily the technology room was up the professionals, it was only a matter of understanding the particulars.
What made me choose a posthuman companion? I had a history of picking difficult woman. Holly constantly manipulated me. Rachel cheated on me and had no problem lying to my face. Joann was co-dependent; she couldn’t make a decision to save her life. All in all, I attracted difficult women. The only way to change my pattern was to create the ideal woman. Psychologically speaking, I was going to keep making the same mistake over and over until I made a change. So I made the change by utilizing the latest in advanced technology. Posthumans were available for a steep price. I chose to pay the price financially rather than with my sanity.
The long awaited day had finally come. I arrived at the Design Center one half hour early, which made my wait seem forever. Finally I was summoned into the offices. Dr. Nsinck, the scientist, went over all of Sophia’s computer needs; her biological needs would be taken care of by semiannual visits to the Design Center. In case of emergency, I was to use the blue phone in the technology room. This line was a direct connection to Dr. Nsinck. Then came the long awaited encounter. The double-doors opened wide and there she was, breathtaking. She was tall, slender, 34C, long brunette hair, thick eyelashes and green eyes. As I approached her she blinked with one eye in approval. She hugged me and softly whispered in my ear, “it’s wonderful to finally meet you John, I feel like we have know each other forever.” Her voice sent excitement throughout my body. My future, the future, was here.
We talked all the way home. I told her about my week’s events. We discussed having a get together so that my family and friends could meet her. Then she asked how Miranda’s pregnancy was going? She asked if Steve, my buddy, had put the baby furniture together yet. Our conversations flowed beautifully. She maneuvered around the house with ease and made her way to the closet and complimented the style and color palette of her clothing.
Then came the day I introduced Sophia to family and friends. Sophia did a beautiful job prepping for the gathering. She directed the caterers and tastefully arranged flowers. With confidence she assured me she was ready to meet everyone. I assured her they would all love her. I kissed her lips and admired her beauty and thought to myself, “Who needs a human woman when a posthuman is so rewarding.”
Unfortunately, everyone was skeptical. How were they not impressed with Sophia? She was beautiful, well spoken, intelligent and real. No one appreciated the science or my desire to be happy. They were not capable of comprehending science and its endless possibilities. They saw Sophia as a life-sized computer. While my family and friends may not be ready to accept my posthuman mate, I see the inner and exterior beauty. In time they will see her for who she is, my companion, my heart, and my soul. It’s only a matter of time before my single friends hop on the bandwagon. This is the wave of the future.
Here a brief story on how I met Sophia. She is lovely. She’s everything I ever wanted it’s almost like I hand picked her. Oh, I did and she’s perfect.
It all started June 1, 2045, with my first visit to the Implementation Zone. After a year at the Implementation Zone I graduated to the Design Center. I vividly recall the excitement that possessed me that day when I walked into the Design Center. The receptionist handed me a clipboard with a questionnaire and pen attached to it. A pen, I guess that meant my answers were cemented in ink. There were so many choices. It was time to re-evaluate myself. What did I want in a woman? Did I want intellect, charm, bubbly personality, confidence, co-dependence or my equivalent? What about appearance? Was she to be voluptuous, thin, tall, short, blonde, redhead, brunette, blue eyes, etc…? What about skin color? I went through the checklist over and over. I summarized my past choices and finally checked the boxes. The final question and most important was the name but this was the easiest question of all. I had managed to carry this name with me throughout my life and now I was going to put it to use. Her name would be Sophia. This name resonated, class, charm, style, beauty, sophistication, and intellect. I added a splash of wit and a hint of sarcasm for my beauty. The intricacies of her biology were up the professionals. In one year I would return to pick up my significant other.
The year wait was going to be a busy one. There were many things to be done before Sophia could come home. I had to make a list of all my family and friends and their character traits and my relationship with each. Thank goodness they already had all my information from the strenuous application and testing phases at the Implementation Zone. Another job, which I labeled as tedious, necessitated the assistance of my sister. I would rely on her to take me to the finer stores around town to shop for Sophia’s wardrobe. It’s one thing to know the square footage of your home but to know the exact dimensions was another. I had to take careful measurements and email all the information. My sister also helped me make my place suitable for a couple and less a bachelor pad as well as help me organize the closet to make room for Sophia’s belongings. Luckily the technology room was up the professionals, it was only a matter of understanding the particulars.
What made me choose a posthuman companion? I had a history of picking difficult woman. Holly constantly manipulated me. Rachel cheated on me and had no problem lying to my face. Joann was co-dependent; she couldn’t make a decision to save her life. All in all, I attracted difficult women. The only way to change my pattern was to create the ideal woman. Psychologically speaking, I was going to keep making the same mistake over and over until I made a change. So I made the change by utilizing the latest in advanced technology. Posthumans were available for a steep price. I chose to pay the price financially rather than with my sanity.
The long awaited day had finally come. I arrived at the Design Center one half hour early, which made my wait seem forever. Finally I was summoned into the offices. Dr. Nsinck, the scientist, went over all of Sophia’s computer needs; her biological needs would be taken care of by semiannual visits to the Design Center. In case of emergency, I was to use the blue phone in the technology room. This line was a direct connection to Dr. Nsinck. Then came the long awaited encounter. The double-doors opened wide and there she was, breathtaking. She was tall, slender, 34C, long brunette hair, thick eyelashes and green eyes. As I approached her she blinked with one eye in approval. She hugged me and softly whispered in my ear, “it’s wonderful to finally meet you John, I feel like we have know each other forever.” Her voice sent excitement throughout my body. My future, the future, was here.
We talked all the way home. I told her about my week’s events. We discussed having a get together so that my family and friends could meet her. Then she asked how Miranda’s pregnancy was going? She asked if Steve, my buddy, had put the baby furniture together yet. Our conversations flowed beautifully. She maneuvered around the house with ease and made her way to the closet and complimented the style and color palette of her clothing.
Then came the day I introduced Sophia to family and friends. Sophia did a beautiful job prepping for the gathering. She directed the caterers and tastefully arranged flowers. With confidence she assured me she was ready to meet everyone. I assured her they would all love her. I kissed her lips and admired her beauty and thought to myself, “Who needs a human woman when a posthuman is so rewarding.”
Unfortunately, everyone was skeptical. How were they not impressed with Sophia? She was beautiful, well spoken, intelligent and real. No one appreciated the science or my desire to be happy. They were not capable of comprehending science and its endless possibilities. They saw Sophia as a life-sized computer. While my family and friends may not be ready to accept my posthuman mate, I see the inner and exterior beauty. In time they will see her for who she is, my companion, my heart, and my soul. It’s only a matter of time before my single friends hop on the bandwagon. This is the wave of the future.
