Rich and tired of gold digging women.
Divorced one time too many.
Sick of the drama and the drain on his money,
the constant spending of frivolous things,
the alimony.
Sick of the superficial personalities, the plastic looks,
the high maintenance — he decided to
try someone new in a woman.
For 50,000 dollars he bought a robot wife
as real and interactive as the replicants in
the movie Blade Runner.
He didn’t have her programmed to be like a
mindless Stepford wife, a slave and not an equal.
He had her programmed to be a loving woman
and a perfect supportive intelligent companion
who would be there for him forever, who would
gently get him on course if ever he went off course
by treating her unfairly or badly.
As far as her not being a human woman, he
reasoned even human woman are not real either
when they leave you or when one of you die
and what was temporarily real has become
unreal.
He lived a happy life with his robot wife until he
died and she self-destructed.
Bob Boyd
