I am deeply in love with a man who is very busy.
His home and his workplace (a recording studio) are integrated, in order for him to save time. There is no bedroom, but only a huge mattress on the floor, where I’ll sometimes stay with him overnight, when he has a gap in his mad schedule. He also spends a lot of time traveling, going wherever his work takes him.
He has about 8 or 9 children, none of which he is close to, as they all stay with their respective mommies. Sometimes they will come for a brief visit, but they never stay long.
I realise there’s something not quite right with this guy, but keep ignoring it, as all I want to do is be with him and for the two of us to be happy together.
Then one day, as I’m hanging out at the studio, trying to get myself together and go get on with my own stuff but finding it difficult to pry myself loose from his company, (not that he even pays me any attention, as he’s occupied by his work), there’s a delivery from the postman.
It consist of four babies, from the age of newborn and up to about a year. They are all children of this man, having been sent to him from their 4 different mothers, who have not been able to provide for them, and are now asking him to look after them.
He refuses to sign for them, and the postman has to return them to sender.
I’m appalled at his behaviour, and also very saddened by the fact that he has managed to be unfaithful to me so many times in the few years we have been together. However, I am not really surprised. I always knew he was no good.
Though just HOW selfish and unscrupulous he is, does not become clear to me until a few days later.
I’ve arrived at his place in the afternoon, a bit sooner than we have agreed. When I come up the stairs, I see that the door is ajar, and I hear his voice. I peek inside to see who he is talking to, and see two girls I’ve never seen before, about 9 years of age, whom I immedieately realise are his daughters who’ve come to him for help. They are standing separated, at different corners of the room, and he walks over to hand each of them a package, as he tells them: ‘Ok girls. Here are 150 euro for each of you, a map over Copenhagen, and a packed lunch. You’re on your own. I want you to walk out that door, and never hear from you again. And whatever you do, you are NOT allowed to talk to eachother! Just mind your own business, both of you!’
I realise he is a monster, an evil man who has no qualms about sending these two children out to make a life for themselves on the streets, surviving the best they can.
I quickly run down the stairs while I consider my options, and how I can help the girls.
I am of course determined never to see this man again, but even as I make the resolution, I have doubts that I’ll be able to stick to it.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Friday, October 4, 2013
The Robot.
I’m in a world where magic exists, and giants and other strange creatures live amongst human beings. There are wars being fought, like here in our world. Sometimes human beings fight against magical creatures. Sometimes the source of conflict are country borders, or political issues where all beings choose the side they most believe in.
I’ve arrived in this world after a long sequence of events involving people sneaking into my flat wanting to kill me, (but just ending up annoying the hell out of me), the same flat tilting to the side and crashing towards the earth as the skyscraper it was located in toppled over. I’ve been lost somewhere in and around London, jumping out of a low-flying plane, out onto a supermarket floor, taking part in a party where girls one after one began to walk around naked, but with a layer of fake plastic skin pulled over their own. I’ve found refuge in a church tower, tried to learn to ice-skate, and have been involved in a soap-opera-like feud with my family and friends.
A few of these people are still with me in this new, magical world. A sister, close friend, or other kind of relation, (I’m not sure which), an older male figure of authority, and a few others. We are on the same side for now, and trying to keep the peace between us.
Our location is a farm in the countryside. It is summer, and fields and trees in all varieties of green surrounds us. Birds are chirping, butterflies dancing. We’ve arrived in a big lorry, with a kind of living-room set-up in the back, which is now parked about 100 meters from the entrance of the farmhouse.
As for me, I have long corn-blond hair, a pretty rosy-cheeked face, am a bit chubby, and wear old-fashioned long dresses with lots of layers.
The farm is owned by human beings, and the people who works there are mainly of our race as well. They do have one robot though, doing manual labour. He’s worked there for a couple of years, and is well liked amongst everyone.
You wouldn’t know he was a robot by looking at him. His skin, face, the way his body moves, everything is exactly as if it was a real person. Same with his voice, his manners and opinions.
We’ve been chatting and getting to know each other in the short time we’ve been here. One day, in a small meadow not far from where the lorry is parked, I decide to kiss him. As his lips meet mine, I nearly faint, it feels so amazing. So soft and tender. The best kiss I ever had. We go further than that, and end up making love. I know he has never done this before. Before he enters me, I briefly wonder about his penis, and if whoever made him has bothered to make it look as real as the rest of him, as surely he wasn’t meant to be using it like this. But I am too shy and too preoccupied to look. And it doesn’t really matter. It is so wonderful to be with him. Afterwards we lie in the grass, chatting, kissing and laughing. I am already deep in love.
When we walk back towards the farm he lifts me up and puts me down on the floor of the back of the lorry, as there is only a piece of fabric hanging down one side of it, so we can get some fresh air in our living-room arrangement in the back. We’re laughing, and he’s tickling me, so I fall backwards, with him on top of me, underneath the fabric, and landing on the floor – right in front of my soap-opera relations who are having what seems to be an important meeting. It is clear what is going on with the robot and me; there can be no explaining away the situation. And I don’t want to. I tell him I have to take part in this meeting, quickly arrange to meet him later and kiss him goodbye. Then I turn to my friends and ask them why they’re having a meeting without me. They barely look at me; they are so embarrassed for what they’ve seen. I’ve clearly dropped way down in their estimation. I don’t regret for a second what has happened, but I still try to talk and joke with my sister/friend, not wanting this to come between us, or losing her good opinion of me. It works up to a point, and at least she talks to me.
The meeting was some kind of scheming, behind-my-back arrangement of some kind of other, the ones that happen all the time, either to me or someone else, in our soap-opera-like existence. Probably something to do with money or revenge. I’m really not bothered, and don’t take it personally, it is just the way we live.
My family/friends and I have decided to move to the city, where I will move into a flat with my sister, (or whatever she is to me.) The plan is the robot will stay on the farm and work for a while, until he has enough money so we can afford a place together. (I’m not sure how I make my own money. It seems I just have what I need.) When the lorry drives away, at first I don’t get to say a last goodbye to him. I want to shout to the driver to stop, so I can run out and give him one last kiss, but then I feel silly, as we said our goodbyes this morning. I’m very happy as it turns out the lorry only went down the road in order to turn around properly and not having to back all the way up the narrow lane, so we pass back past the farmhouse, and the driver says to me ‘Quick! I’ll wait here’ I jump out and run into the robots arms, and we have our last goodbye kiss, with many tears and promises, before I have to get back, and we drive away for real.
Back in the city, months are passing. I’m pregnant with the robots child. I was very surprised that this is possible. But I’m very happy, and so is he. We keep in touch with long letters. I love his letters, which are full of drawings, and jokes, which always make me laugh.
But I miss him! Time passes. The money he has saved up is gone, due to a series of unfortunate events, some bad investments and unexpected weather, which have ruined the crops. So he has to start over. I write to him that I will come and visit him for two weeks. ‘Yes!’ he writes. ‘I can’t wait to see you! Thank you!’ I pack my things and make the journey to the farm. Once there, I can’t find him. I speak to a good friend of his, who was also his boss. He has a sad story to tell. He tells me the robot has moved away from Lands End, the area the farm is located, and into Other World. This is the neighboring country, which is inhabited strictly by non-human beings. I don’t understand, and ask him to explain. ‘The robot developed some bad habits after you left.’ He tells me. ‘He really missed you, and after he lost his savings, he took a turn for the worse and really began drinking too much. He always had a gin every now and again, but nothing to worry about. All of us here have our preferred drink we enjoy sometimes. But he started drinking gin first several times a day, then all the time. He took it in his tea, along with a spoonful of butter. He became unreliable due to the drinking, and all the butter made him gain weight and become flabby. ‘ (I remember thinking how strange that a robot was built in a way that it could actually gain weight.) ‘He ended up quitting his job a few days ago, and moving to Other World.’
I can’t believe this has happened. I knew I had to travel to Other World, find him and bring him back. I love him, and we are supposed to be together, no matter what happens.
I’ve arrived in this world after a long sequence of events involving people sneaking into my flat wanting to kill me, (but just ending up annoying the hell out of me), the same flat tilting to the side and crashing towards the earth as the skyscraper it was located in toppled over. I’ve been lost somewhere in and around London, jumping out of a low-flying plane, out onto a supermarket floor, taking part in a party where girls one after one began to walk around naked, but with a layer of fake plastic skin pulled over their own. I’ve found refuge in a church tower, tried to learn to ice-skate, and have been involved in a soap-opera-like feud with my family and friends.
A few of these people are still with me in this new, magical world. A sister, close friend, or other kind of relation, (I’m not sure which), an older male figure of authority, and a few others. We are on the same side for now, and trying to keep the peace between us.
Our location is a farm in the countryside. It is summer, and fields and trees in all varieties of green surrounds us. Birds are chirping, butterflies dancing. We’ve arrived in a big lorry, with a kind of living-room set-up in the back, which is now parked about 100 meters from the entrance of the farmhouse.
As for me, I have long corn-blond hair, a pretty rosy-cheeked face, am a bit chubby, and wear old-fashioned long dresses with lots of layers.
The farm is owned by human beings, and the people who works there are mainly of our race as well. They do have one robot though, doing manual labour. He’s worked there for a couple of years, and is well liked amongst everyone.
You wouldn’t know he was a robot by looking at him. His skin, face, the way his body moves, everything is exactly as if it was a real person. Same with his voice, his manners and opinions.
We’ve been chatting and getting to know each other in the short time we’ve been here. One day, in a small meadow not far from where the lorry is parked, I decide to kiss him. As his lips meet mine, I nearly faint, it feels so amazing. So soft and tender. The best kiss I ever had. We go further than that, and end up making love. I know he has never done this before. Before he enters me, I briefly wonder about his penis, and if whoever made him has bothered to make it look as real as the rest of him, as surely he wasn’t meant to be using it like this. But I am too shy and too preoccupied to look. And it doesn’t really matter. It is so wonderful to be with him. Afterwards we lie in the grass, chatting, kissing and laughing. I am already deep in love.
When we walk back towards the farm he lifts me up and puts me down on the floor of the back of the lorry, as there is only a piece of fabric hanging down one side of it, so we can get some fresh air in our living-room arrangement in the back. We’re laughing, and he’s tickling me, so I fall backwards, with him on top of me, underneath the fabric, and landing on the floor – right in front of my soap-opera relations who are having what seems to be an important meeting. It is clear what is going on with the robot and me; there can be no explaining away the situation. And I don’t want to. I tell him I have to take part in this meeting, quickly arrange to meet him later and kiss him goodbye. Then I turn to my friends and ask them why they’re having a meeting without me. They barely look at me; they are so embarrassed for what they’ve seen. I’ve clearly dropped way down in their estimation. I don’t regret for a second what has happened, but I still try to talk and joke with my sister/friend, not wanting this to come between us, or losing her good opinion of me. It works up to a point, and at least she talks to me.
The meeting was some kind of scheming, behind-my-back arrangement of some kind of other, the ones that happen all the time, either to me or someone else, in our soap-opera-like existence. Probably something to do with money or revenge. I’m really not bothered, and don’t take it personally, it is just the way we live.
My family/friends and I have decided to move to the city, where I will move into a flat with my sister, (or whatever she is to me.) The plan is the robot will stay on the farm and work for a while, until he has enough money so we can afford a place together. (I’m not sure how I make my own money. It seems I just have what I need.) When the lorry drives away, at first I don’t get to say a last goodbye to him. I want to shout to the driver to stop, so I can run out and give him one last kiss, but then I feel silly, as we said our goodbyes this morning. I’m very happy as it turns out the lorry only went down the road in order to turn around properly and not having to back all the way up the narrow lane, so we pass back past the farmhouse, and the driver says to me ‘Quick! I’ll wait here’ I jump out and run into the robots arms, and we have our last goodbye kiss, with many tears and promises, before I have to get back, and we drive away for real.
Back in the city, months are passing. I’m pregnant with the robots child. I was very surprised that this is possible. But I’m very happy, and so is he. We keep in touch with long letters. I love his letters, which are full of drawings, and jokes, which always make me laugh.
But I miss him! Time passes. The money he has saved up is gone, due to a series of unfortunate events, some bad investments and unexpected weather, which have ruined the crops. So he has to start over. I write to him that I will come and visit him for two weeks. ‘Yes!’ he writes. ‘I can’t wait to see you! Thank you!’ I pack my things and make the journey to the farm. Once there, I can’t find him. I speak to a good friend of his, who was also his boss. He has a sad story to tell. He tells me the robot has moved away from Lands End, the area the farm is located, and into Other World. This is the neighboring country, which is inhabited strictly by non-human beings. I don’t understand, and ask him to explain. ‘The robot developed some bad habits after you left.’ He tells me. ‘He really missed you, and after he lost his savings, he took a turn for the worse and really began drinking too much. He always had a gin every now and again, but nothing to worry about. All of us here have our preferred drink we enjoy sometimes. But he started drinking gin first several times a day, then all the time. He took it in his tea, along with a spoonful of butter. He became unreliable due to the drinking, and all the butter made him gain weight and become flabby. ‘ (I remember thinking how strange that a robot was built in a way that it could actually gain weight.) ‘He ended up quitting his job a few days ago, and moving to Other World.’
I can’t believe this has happened. I knew I had to travel to Other World, find him and bring him back. I love him, and we are supposed to be together, no matter what happens.
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