One Man and his Bot

By Alex Bleach

If you think you're bitter, try walking a day in Roger's size nine loafers. After a string of failed relationships, the inevitable breakdown of his marriage and an on-going battle with sexual frustration; he finds solace in a cute, but dangerous illegal Japanese sex robot.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alex Bleach
• Release date: Sep 3, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301234035

Alex Bleach

Alex Bleach is a 30 year old writer, from the UK. Alex has written two short stories: Blu Movies and One Man and His Bot. Both stories deal with sexual failings and the follies of male lust.

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One Man and His Bot

By Alex Bleach

Copyright 2012 Alex Bleach

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ONE MAN AND HIS BOT

Our generation won't be remembered for their technological breakthroughs, but for their apathy and bitterness. At least I didn't need to invent something like Facebook to get my dick sucked by a woman. I cruise down the congested west-end streets in my electric coupe. The high-rise blocks cast shadows across my bonnet making it look like a beetle being transcended upon by an army of Godzillas. Could be worse I could drive a Landy like the prick in front of me.

I pass the recently opened Cyber Museum. The exhibition is extinct animals of the 21st century. There's a huge screen showing images of: a Bengal tiger, a koala and lastly the recently extinct, polar bear. I saw a Bengal tiger in a zoo, as a boy. It was asleep on some flat rocks. I can imagine the museum projection will be wilder. I'm not sure who the exhibition is aimed at: old guys like me who want nostalgia or kids too young to know what a koala looks like.

I'm wearing my in-ear phone. It uses brainwaves and thought patterns to communicate with a recipient wearing a similar device. It made Bluetooth look like botched dentistry. I have a collect-call from an unknown. His monotone voice crackles through my ears.

—Rodge? Where are you, mate?

He insists on calling me Rodge, not Rodger; I would correct him, but he's doing me a favour.

—I'm not far from Covent Garden.

—You would be here by now if you caught the skybus.

—And how would I carry her on board with me? The second I get to the gates, some big fucker will taser me.

—Good point. Let me know when you pass the new retail park. I'll guide you from there.

—No Probs.

He clicks off leaving static noises that sound like somebody scrunching paper. I get an advert through my headset. I wish I had paid the extra subscription charges to avoid them.

—Are you paying too much for your car insurance? A salesman asks.

—I was an' all. 'Til I joined Insure Us Direct. An' they even chucked in a tenner of bio-fuel tokens, enough to see my new hubby at his gaff in Brum. The female actress