“And why the fuck would it do that?” I snapped, slowly inching toward the kitchen where the knives were.
“Because it sensed a threat. It’s really not that hard. All you had to do was listen.”
“Listen to you and your psychotic robot!” I shouted. “I just wanted a normal fucking house.”
“It was my wedding present to you.”
“A normal wedding present is a fucking pillow or a gravy boat!”
I was close enough to the kitchen that I might just reach a knife.
“Well, that sounds more like something Chance would give you. Personally, I don’t care for his pillows. Not that I would ever tell him that.”
“Knight, I have a robot stalking me around my house. Tell me how to dismantle it,” I grumbled.
He snorted in amusement. “Well, it has to recognize whoever’s in the house.”
“I’min the house!” I shouted. “You uploaded our profiles!”
“Yes, but you deactivated the unit. I’m guessing you ripped it off the wall.”
I stayed silent, not admitting anything.
“If you had just let me finish what I started, none of this would be happening.”
This was insanity. The robot was stalking my every move, following melike a killer dog. I was going to die all the while Blake was stuck in that other room.
“Okay, so it doesn’t recognize me. What do I need to do to get it to recognize me?”
“Well, you could always try talking to it.”
“Seriously?”
“It’s worth a shot,” Knight sighed.
I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. “Alright, uh…Robot?—”
“Charlie. I fucking told you his name is Charlie.”
“Who the fuck cares if I call a robot Charlie?”
The robot lifted on its wheels, and the intensity of its eyes darkened.
“Okay, okay! Charlie! I swear, I’ll call you Charlie!”
The robot slowly lowered back down and took the danger down a notch. God, I was about to piss my pants. This was not the way I saw my night going.
“Charlie,” I said slowly. “You’re such a good boy. I’m your new daddy, and we’re going to have such a good time together, right?”
“What’s happening?” Knight asked.
“Nothing. He didn’t respond in any way.”
“Huh.”
“Huh, that’s good? Or huh, you don’t know what that means?”
“I mean, huh, you should probably fucking run.”
