“While you’re thinking through your name dilemma I’d like to give you the rest of George’s items.”
“Do not be startled . . .”
He heard Mike’s voice directly behind him “This, sir.”
Pete, startled, turned to see an Android. “Jesus Christ!”
The Android said, “My intention was not to startle you.”
“Intention failed.” But Pete was intrigued. He got up and walked around the machine. Amazing he thought. “What can it do?”
The Android stood six feet tall. Most of its body was made of tubes and wiring. Small composite plates of different shapes were placed around his limbs and chest. They gave the illusion he had calves, biceps, shoulders, and pecs. There were even two plates shaped and placed so it looked like he had buttocks.
The Android answered, “It? It, sir, can do a lot.” And it held out a very large envelope.
Pete grabbed it.
The Android held onto the envelope a few seconds longer than it should have.
Pete watched as it turned and walked away. “Does it have a name?”
“You could ask the next time you see him.” Mike replied.
“I suppose I could. What other surprises are in store for me?”
“There is someone sleeping in your bed.”
Dumbstruck, Pete dropped the envelope. “What?!? A Guest?!?” He walked to “his” room and stopped. The door was ajar. He pushed it open slowly and stepped into the dimly lit room. A form was curled up underneath the blankets. He stepped in and the floor creaked.
The form moved, then a head lifted up. The covers slipped away to show a dirty blonde woman yawning. She looked around and spotted Pete. “Hey, babe!” She said. “You back so soon. Everything went okay?”
Stunned, Pete lost his voice. He coughed and held up a hand. He motioned for her to lay back down while backing out.
She did, yawned again, and said, “Okay, babe. See you in a few hours.”
Pete closed the door and made it back to the command room. “What the . . . ?”
Mike said, “Her name is Rebecca. George calls her Becky. She is his . . .”
“What?!?” Pete interrupted.
“She is also one of those allies George mentioned.”
“But . . . but . . . she . . .”
“Is unaware that George is no longer here, which by the way, you are the last to awake upon the death of a previous clone.”
“Oh, this is just getting better and better.” He placed his palm against his forehead and slowly shook his head.
“The what? Oh, that.” Pete reached down and grabbed it.
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish