After a long day of work, the only thing I want is affection from my wife. I’m not one of those needy guys that need their significant other to make them dinner, and I don’t need to hear about how hard I work to keep things running. She didn’t care, but it was part of her daily routine to make it look like she gave a fuck.
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My wife used to be amazing. Over the years, it’s almost like she’s turned hostile towards me. I work, I pay all of the bills, but when I ask her to do something simple, like make me dinner, she goes on a huge rant.
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With nowhere else to search, I opened the closet door, and saw, what I thought, were two beautiful women. They stared straight ahead, blank looks on their faces, and remained frozen. A chip was set perfectly on their chest, and they were dressed very similar. I thought maybe the control I pressed had turned them on, so I pressed it again, and one of the robots walked towards me in a very jagged-like movement. “Hello, Master.” The second robot proceeded to follow the first, repeating the same phrase. “What can I do for you?” they asked.