The limp human-like form stood out in the apartment like an elephant in a room. It lay life-less in the middle, arms and legs out, wrapped in nothing but white tissue and bandages.
Alfred stared at his find and gulped for about the thousandth time tonight. He still couldn't believe his luck. Not even a week ago, he had dreamed about owning technology this precious and here he was bringing back a discarded persocom. The very thing he wished so hard for, had fallen into his lap... or more like his garbage. The heavy computer was hauled up the flight of stairs and into his apartment where it now was lying in the middle of his room.
"Why would someone throw you out hmm? By my garbage too. Maybe you're broken..." Alfred asked himself, but looking at the exterior everything seemed okay and in place. More than okay in his opinion. Not only had he found an expensive piece of luck, it was extremely cute to boot. It was male, with lively blonde hair and the cutest pink lips. His body was very slender, a slip of a thing, and his . . . well, it was very nice in Alfred's judgement. Snapping his mind to the task at hand, Alfred knelt next to the persocom and looked it up and down. "Now how do I switch you on?" Alfred babbled, looking for something that could act as a switch. He tried everything; ears, eyes, hair, nose, fingers, toes, lips, back, even nipples but nothing seemed to surffice. The robot just remained in the same position he left him in.
Alfred sat back in defeat and sighed hard, "What could it be? I've tried everything!". He put a hand over his forehead, about to give up until suddenly it came to him. "Unless..." The hand slowly moved down his face, "Maybe I'm not meant to switch him on. Maybe I'm meant to turn him on". He knelt up again and looked over the persocom once more. Then something snapped and he protested, "No! There's no way it could be that! . . . But I've tried everything else, I'm out of options". He gulped as a bead of nervous sweat travelled down his hair-line to his nose edge. He wiped it away and slowly forced his hand into motion. It raised and gradually made it's way over to the persocom's bulge. His fingers began shaking. He couldn't do this. There was no way... but he need to! He grabbed the computer up with the other hand so it was sitting up and snapped his head away. Bandage by bandage, Alfred revealed the persocom's possible switch.
He couldn't look. Alfred shakily hesitated for a moment, but then something inside him cracked and he just grit his teeth. Turning his fingers into the right hold, Alfred felt for the blonde's member. Finding it, he took the quickest breath he ever had and tugged it. Within seconds, the blonde's eyes opened to reveal two emeralds that blinked and began to process. Alfred recoiled hearing the clicking and movement of the persocoms inner parts. He turned back around to see the robot began to kneel, pulling all the bandages off it's self. Al's mouth was wide open and refusing to close. The computer human turned to look at Alfred and blinked. Alfred said nothing, he was in too much shock. Eventually it's face turned to a frown and it lovingly snapped, "Get me a blanket idiot".