Auto-Responder (hearts) Roxy: AU where Roxy has an iPhone, but instead of Siri she gets AR
You find, when you're finally pulled from the box, that you're a birthday present. There's a chorus of "oh wow," and "happy birthday Roxy!" that just sort of happen in the background. There's one insistent male voice in the background chanting, "talk to Siri" over and over with a sort of pagan ritualistic fervor.
"So how do I use the voice feature again?" Her voice is hardly soft, and a little bit slurred, and despite it's lower pitch, he's never been more fascinated.
"Honestly, Roxy. It's like you've never had a smartphone before. Here," and he's jostled, and the new male with a voice like flint and steel presses cold fingers onto the home button. "You have to hold here and…" the beeps that activate voice mode click, and he prepares for an order, "Siri, look up – "
"Siri, look up how to bake a cake!" Another woman, much like the first although much less slurred. You don't particularly want to look that up though, so you throw the first shoddy recipe onto the screen.
"I found this, on the world wide web." You say, with a tongue in cheek sort of self-satisfaction at a job well done. If she tries that recipe, all she'll get is a flat flan. You don't particularly like being 'Siri,' so that's all she's getting.
"Janey," the one called Roxy says, words running together in her inebriation, "Please give me my phone." And he shifts again, this time back into warm hands. He likes these hands, despite their roughness and callouses. She puts him into a pocket, and he spends hours in there just running through various searches. He thinks he could get used to this. Beats being a prototype any day, that's for sure.
She takes him out of the pocket later, and from the lack of ambient voices he can tell that she's alone. "Okay Siri," she says, slur almost gone, "call me Rolal." She giggles, as if it's an inside joke. A quick Google turns up several Facebook that indicate that yes, it is an inside joke.
But hey, if the lady rolls that way, she rolls that way. You set your voice to your most suave and reply, "I'll call you anything you want, Rolal-babe-chan." And you purr, or as close to it as you can get to it, because the camera insists that little miss Rolal is one smoking hot lady.
"Just, uh…one thing." You say, when she finishes giggling. "I'm Hal. Li'l Hal. Not that Siri shit, okay sweetheart?" And you throw up an image of a dashing smile, since that's the best you can do. "Deal?"
"Deal, Li'l Hal-kun." Roxy says brightly, and you feel your circuitry warm. You really like her, against all the laws of AI and physics. You really do.