The Android In My Bed
Language: en
Alvis and I were together for six years. During that entire time, his heart had only wandered once, a brief and quiet lapse three years ago. Aside from that single shadow, our lives together had been clean, beautiful, and entirely without flaw. He was a world-renowned pioneer in artificial intelligence—cool, analytical, and obsessed with absolute precision. People often described Alvis as detached, even clinical, but with me, his attention to detail bordered on the supernatural. The water he poured for me was always exactly one hundred and seven degrees. If it was a single degree off,…