Chapter 9 - Under stress
The morning came all too soon and with a sun lit and clear that almost hurt your eyes. Michael moved his hand as if to turn off the star during the day, obviously without success.
whined for a little discreet alarm and turned over the sheets looking for something to embrace, but not found. With a nervous puff lifted his head, looking around bewildered. Billie, of course, no trace.
With a groan he sat and passed his hands over his face, looking back, with a growing sense of anxiety, what had happened in that room a few hours before.
Yes, he had entertained your robot in the apartment overnight. He copulating with an android. Joining the act of sodomy was nothing to finish straight on the gallows, despite its status Peer of the Kingdom.
But was it really a crime to have a sexual intercourse with a humanoid? After all, since it was not a human being, could not be considered sodomy real ... or was it the act itself that was punished, no matter from which it was made?
So even if he had sodomized a horse, his noble neck would still be broken?
Maybe it was the case to stop asking dumb questions and delirious.
shook his head and realized that he needed to dress up their own butler.
And that was Bill Butler. He made
strength and rang the bell, I might as well cut to the bull's head and face immediately and directly. After a few seconds Billie stepped out the door in his usual confusing manner, but as always, impeccable in its elegant plumage.
Michael swallowed and stared blank in the eye - Help me get dressed. -
- Yes, sir. -
The Count asked Billie if you care about what they had shared the previous night or if he had already erased from her memory. Would wanted to ask him, but he was terrified by the possible answer.
So, taken by all those questions, left dressed in silence, while experiencing a degree of tension in the air, as Billie was never so perfect, and collaborative.
He, the robot more lazy world!
the end, after it had decided to just slip your shoes at least, the Count took his courage in both hands and began with firm tone.
- Billie. -
- Yes, master? -
- Billie ... You ... You remember something last night? - The android
soft wrinkled mouth, in what was clearly an expression of annoyance - Lord, I remember everything that happened around me is, I have a hard drive memory ... -
- Yes, Billie, I know. -
- So, if you know, what would you ask for? -
- Why are you a robot opinionated, that's why! - Michael snapped, frowning. Apparently, the impertinence of that piece of tin had not even been affected by the emotions experienced together.
- Well, since you say you remember everything, what do you get it? -
Then the other looked at him with an expression that could be defined only wonder. And also a bit 'idiot.
- Lord, I ... - Stammered with difficulty the robot.
Ah ha! You are in trouble now, you bastard! He thought the count with deep satisfaction.
- Lord, I do not know what to say except that ... she is very good, here. - Whispered cautiously. That speech was a potentially dangerous, both for the integrity of their own housing for the huge ego of its owner.
Michael raised his eyebrows.
- Bravo!? - Repeated skeptical - How do you say that I am good ? Had you perhaps have done with someone else? - Asked annoyed and suspicious.
- No, absolutely not! - The humanoid said quickly, shaking hands - No, no, that is ... So, to me ... that was ... well, I liked it ... Very much! - Stammered burst.
Count cocked his head to one side, narrowing his eyes. That devil of not told him about it the right thing.
Billie, meanwhile, managed to maintain an expression impassive only because it was not planned to escape the gaze of others, in fact, if only he could, he turned his head, blushing with embarrassment.
- Are you telling me the truth? -Mike insisted.
- Absolutely, sir. -
- So ripetimelo: How was it? - Billie
grimaced and swallowed imperceptible, but in fact did not have saliva to swallow.
- Me ... wonderful, sir. Never tried anything like that. -
Pritch still stared at him sideways, then shook his head - Come, I want to have breakfast. - And said this left the room, followed by Billie head bowed, and with eyes so wide open that it seems they saw scenes definable rough, even by the wildest of the libertines.
Those same eyes that at that time were fixed on the backside of his master and had absolutely no intention of unrivet from there. Undoubtedly he must have blocked some circuit ...
- Billie! - His name, by Michael roar, I awoke suddenly, so he raised his head hastily prepared to run away.
- Lord? - Replied with a flickering evident in his voice.
- Breakfast. - Reminded him of the mandatory count.
- Yes, sir. Breakfast. - Repeated the automaton as a trained parrot.
- Go to the kitchen for breakfast. - Insisted the landlord, with the patience reduced to historical lows.
- Yes, sir. -
Mike squeezed the bridge of the nose - I think what happened tonight has made him only more stupid. - Billie
nearly slammed against the door to the kitchen and was about to invest the housekeeper, threatening to chop the tentacles with their feet. The latter, of course, did not miss the opportunity to shout However, throwing all know and curse-word or even inventing new ones. Poor Billie, stunned, to escape the torrent of insults ran off, threatening to smash the tray in his hand and all its contents.
However, in the end, he could almost serve as a breakfast supplement to his master, if it were not for the eggs, as a result of the commotion, they seemed a little 'scrambled more than usual. The android
felt strange, agitated, almost as if someone had stuck his hands in his gear and had reshuffled everything without any treatment.
If he was human, he could have used a variety of words to describe their feeling, very romantic things like "butterflies in the stomach," but rather because it was made of iron, the only term that would make a good idea of \u200b\u200bhow he felt he was acting nasty .
Michael spent half the morning to ask if having sex with their robot had not been a big mistake in the sense that what happened between them the night before, seemed to have knocked all the circuits of Billie.
When he retired in his own office to open the match, Lord Pritch remained silent listening noises coming from upstairs and stumbled indicating that Billie, Billie, which smashed into the ground a Ming vase, and Billie stepped on the tentacles of Miss Tender, yet again, winning another string of curses. I mean, that robot out of your mind was wandering like a lost soul through the house, doing damage in profusion.
This is me getting out of hand ... He thought the gentleman rubbing his forehead, and then get up and step out in search of Billie, in order to prevent this disaster walking the destroyed dwelling with his carelessness.
- Billie. - He called once, twice, three times before we found him, intent on polishing the panes of a glass wall with a result rather questionable.
- Bill! - He shouted in exasperation.
- Lord! - Said they seized by surprise when it hit the glass door and threatening to smash it.
The count came towards him, but not realizing that the floor had just been waxed, slipped badly and ended up sitting on the ground, something which his sacrum was not at all happy.
- Master! -L 'automaton's rushed next door, slipping in turn, and cadendogli him like a sack of potatoes. Michael
patient sighed, trying to control the anger he felt inside because of salirgli quell'imbranatissimo robot - Billie, listen. Today I see very distracted e. .. -
- No! - He replied, putting on his knees with air task, but embarrassed - It 's been just a coincidence! -
- Do not tease me, you're worse than before and that says it all! - The gentleman snorted. Then, taking a deep breath, looked at the android and touched his cheek with his fingertips - now pulled up. - Urged him quietly, doing the same. Billie
miraculously succeeded without doing excessive damage, except to break a biscuit in a thousand pieces of crystal, which belonged to a distant ancestress of Lord Michael, who was on the low coffee table which was leaning to get up.
- Billie, you're really upset! - Lord Pritch said with conviction.
- No, sir, because he thinks? -
- Simple. Because so far, playing your homework, you were limited to only half-destroyed house. Now they're trying to destroy it altogether. What is it, Billie? You did not like what happened between us last night? You're so anxious for this reason? - Asked the Count.
The butler looked at him intensely, trying to make a sensible speech in his own mind, because if he had responded impulsively, he would no less stuttered so inconsistent.
- No. -
- How no ?! Michael-barked completely blown away.
- No in the sense of yes! - Hastened to clarify the automaton - are not upset because I liked it, but because I loved it! -
- And then ...? - Asked his master, more and more confused.
The android, uncomfortable, look away - I can not prove what he has heard you, sir, and therefore do not know if the emotions that I experienced the other night could be considered real and true as his. - Said the robot in a whisper shy.
- What do you care to know?! - Replied the count of the project, realizing too late how its sentence could be misinterpreted, resulting in completely tactless - No, sorry ... I explained badly. What I want you to understand is that you should not compare your feelings mine. What did you feel is yours and yours alone, is part of you and only you can know if you have involved or not, whether you liked it and because there is a benchmark, valid for everyone. -
The other seemed to think it over a second, then said quietly - So, for me, it was a wonderful thing. -
Michael grinned, laying a gentle kiss on the lips soft-D 'agreement, that's okay. Now stop being so upset and come with me, come on by Lord Coole. -
- Da Lord Coole? - Repeated the humanoid - Why? -
- Sant'Iddio, Billie, Edward is my dearest friend, it is obvious that every now and want to go find it! - The butler nodded
task and to refrain from further comment, although, in reality, it is also very pleased that Lord Coole. That guy was neither meat nor fish, neither robot nor human, and especially the study as if it was a delicious dish to try. Nevertheless
not refused to accompany his master, a little 'because the fear of being disabled, dismantled, sold, or who knows what else still circulate in the circuits, a little' because he would not contradict those who had made him touch the sky a finger, with just a glance.
addition that was an order to which, despite its polemical spirit, agreed not to rebel, seen the disasters that had already combined the morning and for which Lord Pritch had not even punished.
- Yes, sir. - Could only murmur, while Michael, a nod of assent, she left the room with a measured pace.
Billie shook his head as if to stir your gear. Suddenly a strange feeling had taken hold of him ... Maybe he was going mad? Can beat that ... the heart? Or was it a black out of that mass of wires that he had in his chest?
- Billie! -
- Check master! - Said to start at a brisk pace.
For once, he remembered even its duties by Butler and went immediately to prepare the car, getting angry glares from Tanit, the groom, however, that, while swearing to himself, he performed as Asked. Bill had always had the suspicion that the kind we had with him to death because poor little robot, he was at home, warm, with an elegant livery wore, while he put his arms touched in the dung horse every single day.
When all was ready, Billie was careful even to pose, on the jump seat of the cab, a blanket to cover the legs of Michael Lord in the case had been cold. Miss
Tender, the nurse noticed it and could not refrain from teasing - Ah! finally you decide to work! -
He did not answer, did not want to argue with the stupid digs and had no time to lose.
- Of course last night you made a huge fuss ... what you had to shake so much? We had entered a wasp between the bolts? I hope that Lord Pritch, one time or another, decides to send you to sleep in the shed. -She insisted acidly. The back of the automaton
stiffened suddenly. The hubbub of chatter in the home was due to the presence of Lord Michael in his room the night before ... quell'arpia possible that he understood everything? No, it was terrible!
- Yeah, it can be to do it sooner or later. - replied uneasily, painfully emerging from their distressing assumptions.
The housekeeper looked at him from under his mustache, which, despite a tentacled mutant had the same and that would require the aid of a barber. What I
that bastard is hiding metal? He asked Miss Tender furious.
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