Short Circuit
The exec guided him to the inner sanctum of the testing center. “You’re our first volunteer.”
It was creepy: so anesthetic, so cold. Then, when he realized what was on the bed…“You’re serious?”
“We’re developing lazer-guided condoms for a reason, sir.” She adjusted her glasses, took a seat.
Unsure how to respond he simply mounted the android. “Um, are you going to…watch?”
“Observe,” she corrected while taking notes.
The inanimate thighs, the embarrassing fumbling with the strange contraceptive, the detachment of the woman in the suit, it was over before it began.
“Uh…I’m going to have to try again tomorrow.”
