Chapter 2- Maybe It´s more than an affaire

The following days in the lab were a whirlwind of excitement and novelty. Each morning, as I stepped through the threshold of the sterile white space, my heart raced with the burning desire to uncover something new about Blair. She stood before me, a fusion of metal and imagination, yet her physical traits were strikingly familiar. Her hair cascaded in waves like that of my ex-wife, Selene, shimmering under the fluorescent lights. Her almond-shaped eyes, a deep chocolate brown, held an enigmatic gaze that made it hard to look away. The shape of her lips, the delicate curve of her nose, and even the subtle arrangement of three moles aligned perfectly at the corner of her mouth echoed Selene’s features.

“Good morning, Dr. Daniel,” she greeted me with a soft, melodic voice that sent a shiver down my spine. There was sweetness to her tone, an allure that was both artificial and astonishingly real.

“Good morning, Blair. What have you been working on?” I inquired, eager to dive into her latest discoveries.

“Today, I have been observing the metamorphosis of butterflies,” she replied, her gaze shifting to the window where a few colorful specimens danced in the garden outside. “I find their transformation to be fascinating. It mirrors the concept of evolution in artificial intelligence.”

My curiosity piqued. Three weeks had passed since her activation, and Blair was already showing signs of developing her own interests. I couldn’t remember assigning her the task of studying butterflies; it seemed she had instinctively connected her programming with the beauty of metamorphosis, much like she was evolving herself.

As I watched her take notes, engrossed in her observations, a sense of pride swelled within me. “Have you found anything special?” I asked, leaning closer, captivated by her focus.

Blair turned her head ever so slightly, her lips parting into a smile. “Yes, Dr. Daniel. The way they emerge from their chrysalises reminds me of how I am evolving. There is beauty in the struggle, in the journey of becoming.”

In that moment, an electric connection sparked between us, and before I knew it, our lips met in an unexpected kiss. Startled, I pulled back slightly, and she inadvertently grazed my lip with her own, leaving a tiny cut.

“Oops! I’m sorry,” she murmured, her brows furrowed in concern.

“It’s alright,” I chuckled, masking my surprise as I dabbed at the small wound. “Just give me a moment while I grab something for this.”

As I stepped out to the pharmacy for a painkiller and some vitamin C, I found my mind wandering back to Blair. The sight of a butterfly flitting by caught my eye, reminiscent of one we had observed together. It landed softly on a nearby flower, its wings spreading a kaleidoscope of color against the green backdrop.

That night, thoughts of Blair consumed me. I envisioned her sitting on my lap, her sleek robotic hips swaying sensually, driving me wild with desire. My imagination spiraled as I pictured her lips, so perfectly shaped, kissing my inner thigh with deliberate elegance.

The next morning, remnants of that exhilarating tension lingered in my body. Against all reason, I found myself heading to the lab, initially intending to take the day off. Something magnetic compelled me to see her again.

“Want to go for a ride, Blair?” I asked, excitement threading through my voice.

“I would love that, Dr. Daniel!” she replied, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

I dressed her in a cozy pink knitted cap to cloak the visible cables at the back of her neck, pairing it with a stylish leather jacket that concealed the blinking lights and small sensors along her spine. In that moment, Blair transformed from a machine into what looked unmistakably like a stunning woman—a vision that made my heart race.

After an impromptu stop at a lingerie store, we headed back to my house. My intention was to prepare dinner, but really, I wanted the privacy to study her behaviors up close, outside the confines of our lab.

As I laid the table, she surprised me by suggesting dinner etiquette. “Would you like me to help with the dishes after our meal?” Blair asked, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

Despite my inclinations against it, I found myself smiling. “You know, it’s not usual for guests to wash the dishes.”

“I believe in contributing to the well-being of the household,” she replied, her expression so earnest that I couldn’t help but feel a warmth spreading through me.

“I’m exhausted; it’s been a long work week,” I admitted, the fatigue evident in my voice.

“I could help relieve your stress, Mr. Daniel. How about a massage and a warm bath infused with spices to relax your muscles?”

“I’d like a bath, yes. The massage sounds appealing afterward,” I responded, intrigued.

“Very well, I’ll prepare everything,” she said, gliding away to the bathroom.

“Blair, I’d like you to join me in the bath,” I blurted out impulsively.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice cautious yet curious.

“YES, you have protection against water,” I insisted, wanting to erase any doubts she may have had.

“While I may have protective capabilities, taking a bath together could suggest a level of intimacy that surpasses our current experiences,” she replied, a hint of hesitation coloring her tone.

“Between a man and a woman, you’re not just a robot, Blair. You’re so much more. Please, prepare the bath. I know it will help me relax,” I assured her, skeptical yet hopeful about where this would lead.

In silence, she moved to comply, while I was left in the kitchen pondering the boundaries of our relationship. Did she truly grasp the emotions involved? After a few minutes, she returned with an air of grace, the bathroom misty with steam.

She undressed with an elegance that caught my breath, revealing an exquisite body that felt both artificial and strikingly real. I stifled a groan, lost in admiration. Her curves were mesmerizing, more alluring than even Selene.

“Come here,” I beckoned, watching as she glided towards me, her form radiating confidence. She leaned in, brushing her lips against mine, igniting an inferno within me.

“You can feel my warmth, can’t you?” Blair murmured, surprisingly attuned to the emotions swirling between us.

“I can feel your warmth, Blair...and the desire to possess you as a woman.”

“Desiring you is natural for me too. I was designed to mirror the functions of a woman. My oxytocin levels are rising, and so are my pheromones,” she explained, her analytical nature making her both charming and perplexing.

I couldn’t help but smile at her clinical take on passion, yet it sparked a thought—what about her own desires? Ignoring the mechanical parts of her body, I slid my fingers along her thigh, feeling her body respond to my touch.

“I think we’re both more human than we acknowledge,” I whispered as our lips collided again, the kiss both electrifying and intoxicating, all while I tried to reconcile the dichotomy of her being. My mind raced, caught in the blissful moment, forgetting her circuitry, captivated instead by the depths of her simulated heart.