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Chapter Five            After a short nap, he awoke, refreshed, and looked back over the sleeping mode form of the programmed robot woman who was falling in love with him. Going over a few ideas, he decided he’d see how she was at pillow talk. Gently rubbing her back, he finally said, “Good morning, Jennifer Walters.”            “Oh,” she said, opening her caramel-colored eyes and looking at him with some worry, “Hi, Greg.” She started to raise up, but then realized she was naked, and her shyness returned in full. “Could I have a blanket or some clothes, please? I am feeling shy again.&#8221

CHAPTER FOUR            “I’M CHANGING!” Jenny cried desperately, her voice already dropping lower in pitch, more sultry, with a hint of a smoker’s rasp. Her milky pale irises, each with a hauntingly tiny dot of pupil in the center and a throbbing emerald light behind them, searched Greg’s face for help, breaking his heart.              “It’s all right,” he said calmly, as tumultuous Incredible Hulk music blared around them, “I’m here. I will stay. I will help you change.”      Jenny was panting and trembling all over, so Greg helped to steady her. He kept hold of her with o

Chapter Three    Gregory Clark lived like a widower for months, still clinging to the memory of not a dead wife but his as-yet unrealized robot woman fantasy, whose arrival seemed forever distant, so much that he nearly fainted when he got the call to arrange for her delivery. Greg requested a week off work, implying some kind of family emergency, which didn’t feel like a lie considering Jennifer Walters would soon be arriving, needing time to recover from her birth and get her bearings. A man came with a sturdy crate, brought it into Greg’s apartment, and left. Greg trembled as he opened the crate, and then carefully opened the