Chapter Two
Christopher was pacing back and forth in his living room at a rapid pace with one hand on his chin and the other on his hip. After some pacing back and forth he tripped over the chain linking his right arm to the Angeloid and fell flat on his face.
"Fuck my life..." he grumbled to himself.
"Are you hurt master?" asked the Angeloid while moving to check on Chris.
Chris held his hand out to her indicating he was fine and the young woman sat back down on the floor where she was completely motionless except for the heaving of her chest as she breathed. He found that curious and made a mental note before sitting down facing her and took a deep breath to compose his questions.
"What is an Angeloid?" he examined two white devices protruding from either side of her head where her ears should have been. "Are you a machine of some sort?"
"That is correct Master. I am a Pet class Angeloid created by the Synapse. Type Alpha, Ikaros. My purpose is to serve you, and to fulfill your every want and desire."
"What is the Synapse?"
"I'm afraid I don't have any information regarding the Synapse."
"Where did you come from?"
"From the Synapse."
"Where is the Synapse?"
"I'm afraid I don't have any information regarding the Synapse."
Chris sighed to himself. "Well, this is going nowhere fast. I don't have to be a professional journalist or an ex-soldier to know a conditioned response when I hear one. So why are you here exactly?"
"I was created by the Synapse to be your Angeloid. My purpose is to serve you, and to fulfill your every want and desire."
Chris stood up and started furiously pacing again, but this time he was mindful of the chain linking his hand to the Angeloid, "That's bullshit! So you're here to be my slave? Is that it? Who's idea of a sick joke is this?"
The Angeloid tilted her head and stared at him in confusion.
"Never mind. Next question. How did we get back here? How did I get this bandage on my head? Did you do all of this?"
"No Master. After you lost consciousness a man named Sugata arrived looking for you. Then there was a device in your pocket that started making noise. He used it to speak to someone named Sarah who told us to where to bring you. Once we arrived it was she who treated your injuries."
Chris slapped his face hard across the cheek with his left hand, and then again with his right. The chain made it hurt that much more but that was his intention. "This is a bad dream. I'm going to wake up any moment now and things will be normal again..."
After a long moment he turned his head to look at the Angeloid sitting on his floor with a confused expression on her face.
"So Sarah knows about you. That means before the afternoon, everyone I know is going to know about you. Before the end of the day, the world will know. Wonderful..."
A short moment later there was a soft knocking at the door and Chris heard Sarah's voice yelling from the other side. "Chris! I can hear you bitching! Open the damn door my hands are full here!"
Chris sighed and got up to start moving to the door while yelling loudly at the offending gateway to his already uncomfortable domicile. "Yes! Your majesty!"
After opening the door Sarah walked in without paying any further attention to him and moved towards the kitchen area. "By all means, please, come in, make yourself at home."
"This isn't a home Chris, this is a pig sty next door to my home. Now shut the fuck up and come eat. You too Ikaros. I'm sure Christopher was too stupid to offer you anything to eat or drink so I brought you food too," said Sarah with a casual tone of voice.
"You know you don't have to be such a bitch about it. It's not like I actually have anything to offer anyway," answered Chris in his usual dismissive tone.
"It's not like you're totally broke either. You're just a lazy bum," she retorted while picking up a plate of bacon and eggs to bring to the Angeloid sitting on the floor. "Here you go sweety, you're probably really hungry so go ahead and eat. Don't be shy."
The Angeloid reached out slowly and accepted the plate of food along with the supplied eating utensils and examined it all carefully. She observed her master casually eating with just a fork and did her best to imitate him but just made a mess of the eggs. Sarah observed her and sighed before taking the fork from her and taking a few moments to explain to her how to properly eat fried eggs and bacon. To Christopher's relief, the Angeloid appeared to be a quick study and started eating naturally.
Then it stuck him like a ton of bricks to his face. "Wait a minute. You're a machine right? So why do you need to eat?"
"I am an Angeloid," she answered.
Sarah shrugged, "She's an Angeloid."
Chris rolled his eyes, "Thank you. I wasn't sure I heard her right when she said it! So how long before she's front page news?"
"What kind of idiot do you take me for?!" she demanded with a contemptuous scowl directed at Christopher.
"Well... Since you brought it up... Last month you discovered I have a birthmark on my left ass cheek. By the end of the day that information had been re-tweeted twelve thousand times. So pardon me if I have my reservations about entrusting you with knowledge of the existence of the super advanced alien Angel robot I am presently chained to in my living room," he stated while holding up his right hand for emphasis.
"I've already been over this with your mad scientist friend! I won't tell anyone about her! So relax already!"
"Master? Do you have any orders for me? You have only to tell me what would give you pleasure," spoke the Angeloid flatly while looking at Chris with those blank expressionless emerald eyes.
Sarah widened her eyes at her while Chris covered his face with his palm. When Sarah turned to Chris he knew her expression, she was demanding an explanation. Unfortunately, Chris didn't have one. He tried staying silent, but that didn't get her to let up. Her glare became more menacing with each passing moment.
"You know that scowl of yours turns me on even more than that submissive act ever could," said a smirking Chris.
Sarah sighed and leaned back on the kitchen counter beside Chris, after a moment of lulling him into a false sense of security she smacked him in the back of his head. "Hey! What the fuck was that for?"
"For being a chauvinist!" she spat.
"That's not what that word means. I'll get you a dictionary to look it up. In the meantime. I should start getting ready for work."
Sarah put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him from walking away, "No you shouldn't. You need to get her sorted out. I already called in sick for you."
"I haven't taken a sick day since I started this job. Why would I take one now?"
"That's why I made the call for you. I informed our boss that you got hurt in an accident and that you need your rest. She said you'd probably try to go to work anyway, in which case I have her permission to bind and gag you to your bed," she explained.
Chris took a very deep breath and shakily exhaled. "If you're trying to seduce me... It's working."
"Get your mind out of the gutter!"
"I think I'll be needing a cold shower right now. In the meantime, why don't you make yourself useful and find her something to wear... Something that isn't provocative if you have it," he said matter of factly.
"Are you saying I dress like a skank?"
"Yes. So don't dress her like one. Whatever she's wearing now is already bad enough."
Sarah took a moment to consider the Angeloid's appearance and the revealing clothing and armor she wore. "I thought you liked big boobs."
"Just because I take great pleasure in watching you Hulk out when I make fun of your mutant hooters does not mean I have a fetish for super sized love apples."
"Damn it Chris! You are such an asshole do you know that?" she said while taking the Angeloid by the hand and dragging her away.
"Just get her some decent cloths and then you can Tweet it to someone who has a fuck to give," he said back in a casual tone while walking over to his couch and slouching down into it.
After he sat down he glanced up and saw Sarah standing in his doorway with a mischievous grin in her face. She then held up the chain linking him to the Angeloid. Chris looked at his hand and then back at Sarah. "Oh... Shit," before she yanked the chain hard enough to rip him off the couch and onto the floor face first.
"When I said 'Hulk out' I didn't mean for you to take it literally..."
Sarah started laughing manically while leaving him on the floor to contemplate the many ways that chain was going to inconvenience his life from this moment forward.