Help me... chapter 1

 Help me...

Chapter 1

As I lay on my bed after a long day teaching at Immaculate private school, I was reading a classic, Isaac Asimov's classic "I, Robot,". My mind began to drift into a world of possibilities. Imagine a personalized robot, not just a machine, but a companion, a friend, a lover, tailored to my every desire. A modern metallic friend who understands my love for fashion, hair, and shoes.

Picture a robot assistant helping me choose the perfect outfits, styling my hair effortlessly, and even organizing my shoe collection based on the pain I felt at that precise moment in my left leg. The future could be a blend of science fiction and personal style, where technology caters to our sexual passions in the most delightful ways.

I wish it were possible. Glancing at my friendly cane beside the bed, reality settled in. I caressed my long legs, acknowledging the limitations of my left leg. Yet, in the world of my imagination, where fashion and futuristic companions merge, the boundaries seemed to blur, if only for a moment.

"Thank god it's Saturday" I woke up and made my coffee the next morning.

Lounging on my couch, I was looking into the endless world of online fashion, the soft glow of my tablet showing 100's of sites. I was a grade 12 French teacher but also a fervent fashion enthusiast, always on the lookout for the next trend. I sought inspiration from the ever changing styles of women's clothes and accessories that would work with a permanent long leg brace on my left leg.

With a touch of theatrics, I was after-all a shopping specialist in my mind, I addressed my online audience of one,

"Hello, beautiful shoppers! Welcome to Miriam's online boutique." I smiled, chatting with my chat-bot Liza, a creation of my own fashion fantasy world. While chatting with Liza, an intriguing advertisement caught my eye.

"Meet Bella, Your Virtual Wardrobe Specialist," it proclaimed in bold letters. Unable to resist the advertisement, I tapped on the ad, entering a virtual showroom of the latest in AI-driven fashion technology. I was casting from my tablet to my 85 inch wall video screen. Yes, I love modern technology

The room was inviting, and there stood Bella, a tall, female, virtual assistant with a charming smile, incredibly long healthy legs and impeccable fashion sense. Her metallic blue eyes seemed to connect with the depths of my fashion desires and so much more to be honest.

"Hello, Miriam! I'm Bella, your virtual wardrobe specialist. Ready to embark on a journey into the world of vibrant self-expression?" Her smooth and sexual voice echoed in my ears.

Unable to suppress a smile, I replied, "Well, hello there, Bella! Ready to dazzle me with your fashion wisdom?" I teased, my fingers tapping on the virtual screen. Bella gestured towards a sleek wardrobe filled with an array of clothing, shoes, and accessories, may I say all kinds of accessories.

"Let's start your fashion adventure, Miriam. Tell me, what style speaks to your soul today?"

Contemplating my mood level on my watch and preferences, I shared with her, "I'm feeling bold and adventurous. How about something that screams vibrant and unique?"

With a sweep of her virtual hand, Bella conjured a dazzling assortment of outfits, each more vibrant than the last. My eyes lit up as I explored the possibilities, envisioning myself in these bold ensembles limping along the corridors of my school. A new look, almost a new me.

"I see your hesitation, the spectrum of possibilities is vast, Miriam. But what if we take it a step further? How about customizing not just your clothes but also choosing the appearance of your virtual wardrobe specialist?" Bella proposed, a hint of excitement in her eyes and full lips.

Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow. "Customizing the appearance of my virtual wardrobe specialist? Now that's a unique idea. Show me what you have in mind, Bella."

The virtual showroom transformed into a realm of options, presenting me with three distinct looks for my virtual wardrobe specialist.

1-The first was a classic and sophisticated virtual appearance,
2-The second was a trendy and virtual casual demeanour,
3-The third was a tall and intelligent wardrobe specialist, a 5 foot 11 inches, tall,athletic looking female expert in the world of fashion and possibly more..

"Choose the look that resonates with you, Miriam. Your wardrobe specialist is here to cater to your unique style preferences," Bella offered, awaiting my decision.

"Wait, is it a mistake that option 3 doesn't say virtual?"

Excitement was building in me as I pondered my choices, with all my attention drawn to option 3. Little did I know that this seemingly simple decision would set a stage that would transcend fashion. There was a long delay before Bella replied. Strange...Hesitation of an AI?

"Miriam, I apologize for the delay," Bella finally responded, her virtual gaze steady. "I wanted to check that I could share some additional information with you. You see, option 3 does indeed involve a physical, human-like AI specialist."

My curiosity piqued, I stood, leaned on my cane while standing, awaiting her explanation.

Bella continued, "Wow Miriam, how tall are you?"

"I'm 5 foot 9 inches, why?"

"SO much potential with your sexy crippled leg....But back to our transaction, The beta version of the physical AI assistant is now available but only in control environment, and I'm pleased to inform you that your environment could be a controlled one"

She probably saw my hesitation since I had no idea what a controlled environment would be so she added...

"It comes with a unique set of features. However, being a beta version, it has its quirks."

"Like what?"

A thoughtful pause lingered before she elaborated further, "While the physical presence offers a more immersive and personalized experience, it's essential to note that it's still in the testing phase. There might be occasional fine-tuning required."

I nodded, appreciating her transparency. "So, what are the quirks we're talking about here? Are they dangerous, are you dangerous Bella?"

Bella chuckled and smiled, a touch of humour in her voice.

"Well, Miriam, look at me, do I look dangerous? Think of it as the charm of a beta version. Sometimes, I might take a moment to cross-reference a wider range of fashion data, ensuring the most accurate and creative suggestions. It's a small trade-off for the enhanced experience of me...in person... Bella with all my charms."

As we conversed, I realized that this decision wasn't merely about choosing a virtual or physical presence; it was about embracing the cutting edge of technology, quirks and all. Modern AI sexy female robot, top of the line for 2030.

With a sense of anticipation, I made my decision, opting for the human-looking AI, a modern-day Ex Machina style of female assistant. There was something intriguing about the idea of a virtual wardrobe specialist taking on a tangible form, blurring the lines between the virtual and the daily reality.

Also...maybe blurring the line from a wardrobe specialist to my lesbian lover. I have such a dirty mind, I'm sorry readers.

Excitement bubbling within me, I placed the order clearly without understanding the consequence of my action physically, emotionally and sexually. Some people would pay with broken limbs and others with their life from the choice I just made.

Help me...
Chapter 2 to come
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