Dominic Crane
Maddie was asleep on my shoulder twenty minutes into our ride to the airport. Jane drives stoically, navigating the late-night traffic with ease. My fingers trailed along Maddie’s brow, caressing a loop of tendrils of hair back into her strawberry blonde waves.
“Ms. Thorn is very important to me, Mr. Crane,” Jane says, her beautiful but slightly mechanical voice breaking the calm silence.
“I understand that, Jane-721. She is very important to me as well, now that she is my wife.”
“I hope that is true, Mr. Crane.”
“Are you trying to threaten me, Jane-721?”
“Of course not, Mr. Crane. Any violent action against humans will cause my system to self-destruct.”
“Either way, Jane. I will take care of her with my dying breath. She is mine now…and if she realizes it yet, s
