“There’s a Burger 21 on the corner.  I’m going to stop there.  I think you do need to eat something.”

They stopped and went inside.  Mike squinted up at the multimedia menu.  The popular hamburger chain featured burgers that rotated in and out each month.  At any one time there were twenty-one different burgers available, and there were many different size combinations.  You could also get your choice of beef, turkey, veggie, or chicken.

“Nothing sounds good,” said Mike as he stared at the vast array of burger types.  “What should I get?”

“I’ll order for you.  Go sit down.”

Mike nodded and headed for a booth, while Patience turned her attention to the robotic clerk.  He didn’t quite look like a Gizmo, but he certainly wasn’t a Daffodil.  He was probably a German import, like her new yardbot.

“One Damn Gouda Burger, double junior size, with everything; an order of onion rings, and a large Diet Pepsi.”

Her order delivered to her within two minutes, Patience carried it on a green plastic tray to where Mike was sitting.  She carefully unwrapped his food and set it in front of him, before taking her place across the table.  He took a long sip of his drink before taking a large bite of his hamburger.

“This is a damn good burger,” he said appreciatively.

“No, it’s a Damn Gouda Burger.”

“Ah, very clever.  Good choice.”  He took a few more bites, then ate an onion ring, and then sighed.  “Yes, that’s better.  My headache is starting to go away already.”

He lifted his Diet Pepsi to his mouth.

“You know you shouldn’t drink that,” said a female voice from right beside them.  “It’s full of chemicals.”

Mike looked up at the woman standing beside them, his face frowning in annoyance.

“It has exactly the same amount of chemicals as the same-sized cup of regular Pepsi or water or milk or blood.  Those are all made up of chemicals, as is the human body and everything else on earth.  Didn’t you learn anything in school?  Who the hell are you anyway?”

“This is Mariah Keller,” said Patience.

“I just wanted to see who was with the whorebot,” said Mariah.

Mike snorted.  “Well, you got the bot part right.  I’d say the rest of it was pretty rich, coming from you.”

“I don’t know what she told you about me…”

“Actually, I was unaware that you two had met.  Everything I know about you comes from your ex-husband.”

Mariah frowned.

“That was a mistake.  I didn’t realize what I had.  I’ve changed.”

“What did you do?  Have your legs sewn shut?”

Mariah’s eyes teared up, and turning, she hurried from the restaurant.

“That was mean, Mike,” said Patience.

“Don’t you start with me,” he said, turning back to his burger.  “As soon as my headache is gone, you’re going to tell me all about your mysterious meetings with Mrs. Keller.”

“Just one meeting…”

“Ah!  I said, ‘when my headache is gone’.”  He took another bite.  “This is a Damn Gouda Burger.”

“Now Mike,” said Patience.  “You need to be a good friend and let him confide in you.”

“No I don’t.  I don’t do that.  I don’t do that for anyone.”

“I will make it worth your while.”  She gave him a roguish leer.  Wanda, watching from the sidelines, opened her mouth in shock.

“Are you trying to bribe me with sex?” asked Mike.  “You literally do anything I ask you to do.  What could you possibly offer me?”

“Oh, I have been programmed to do things—very, very naughty things—things you have never even dreamed of.”

“Okay, I’m in.”

The robot waitress delivered drinks and breadsticks just as Ryan returned to his seat.  He took a deep drink of his beer and then took a breadstick from the basket.

“I didn’t realize how hungry I was until just now.”

“I’m only having one breadstick,” said Mike, taking one from the basket.  “I haven’t been able to work out since I hurt my knee and I don’t want to gain back any of the weight I’ve lost.”

Patience kicked him under the table.

“Shit!”  He looked at her, and she rolled her eyes.

“Oh, um… would you like to tell us about… you know, things.”

“I don’t want to talk about it in front of the girls.”

“They’re robots,” said Mike, smirking at his wife.  “They’re just like the furniture.”

Wanda frowned, but Patience nodded in agreement, her eyes wide with innocence.”

“If I talk about it now, I won’t be able to eat, and I’m looking forward to that chicken marsala.”

“You could go to the gym with me tomorrow and talk…” Mike started.

Patience kicked him again.

“Shit!  I forgot I can’t go.”  He glared at her.  “My leg is in a lot of pain.  Why don’t you come over for coffee after we’re done here?  We can sit on the deck and talk privately.”

“It won’t be too hot?”

“No.  Patience put in an outdoor cooling system in the spring.”

The waitress arrived with their meals and the two men for the most part, ceased their conversation as they ate.  Mike was clearly enjoying his steak and pasta.  When he reached for another breadstick, Patience grabbed the basket and moved it to the other side of the table.

“Another breadstick?” she asked Ryan.

“Thanks,” he replied, taking one.

Mike looked at her for a moment, an indecipherable expression on his face, but turned back to his meal.

“You don’t mind that Wanda and I don’t eat, do you Ryan?”

“No, but… Wow.  I think this is the longest I’ve gone without hearing her talk.”

“Would you prefer her to be quiet and concise all the time?”

“Actually, no.  She’s a chatterbox, but I’m kind of getting used to it.”

“Thank you, Ryan,” said Wanda, breaking her relatively long silence.

“We’ll meet you over at our house,” said Mike, when they had finished their meal.  He punched in the payment on his phone.  “I’ve got this one.  You can get the next one.”

At 6:30, Mike and Patience climbed into the car.  This time both wore clothes that Patience had picked out.  Having looked up Dr. Mercer’s address and plotted out the route before hand, Patience had no problem finding the house.  It was a large house—Mike estimated about 5,000 square feet.  It had a vaguely castle-like feel, with a round entryway and pointed roofs.  There were many outcroppings with gables, as well as a multi-level fountain just outside the front window.  The yard was well lit.  A dozen cars were crammed in the oval driveway, the overflow parked on both sides of the street for most of the block.

“What do you call that kind of house I wonder?” asked Mike.

“It’s called tacky.”

They parked down the street and made their way to the front door.  Patience carried the beer.  When they rang the bell, a slender blond woman with enormous breasts opened the door.  The long red dress she wore looked as though it was painted on.

“Mrs. Mercer, I presume,” said Mike.

“Well, Mr. Smith.  Doug told me that he invited you.”

Mike nodded.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” she asked, a frown forming.

“Um, no.  I taught well over 6,000 kids over the years.  I’m afraid they tend to just sort of run together after a while.”

“It’s Ava.  I was Ava Giordino.”

Mike shrugged.

“I was in class with Aidin Nguyen and Isabella Zollie…”

“They don’t ring a bell.”

“Tommy Guk was in that class too.”

He shook his head.

“He became a senator.”

“Yeah, you all look different after you grow up.”

“Well, Doug is in the back yard by the grill.”  She stepped aside and let them enter.

“You remember Tommy Guk,” whispered Patience as they walked through the house.  “He invited you to his election rally, but you didn’t go.”

“I did vote for him though.  That has to count for just as much.”

“So you do remember him.”

“Of course I remember him.  And I remember her.  I remember all of them, but I don’t like to be reminded that I’m a pompous blowhard.  Go put the beer in the kitchen.  I’m going out back to find Dr. Doug.”

Patience found the kitchen and opened the box of beer, placing the individual cans in a large ice chest that had been set up for that purpose.  When she finished, she folded the box and placed it in the recycler beneath the counter.

“That’s getting pretty full,” said a voice behind her.  “You should empty it.  Then take cold beers around to everyone outside.”

Turning toward the voice, Patience immediately recognized the mother of the woman who had greeted them at the door.  She was about twenty years older and had a few wrinkles around her eyes and mouth.  Otherwise it could have been the same face.  She even wore a similar dress, though her small breasts didn’t threaten to explode through it, as her daughter’s had.

“I don’t work here,” said Patience.  “I’m a guest.”

“A guest?”

“She came with my old teacher,” said Ava Mercer, stepping into the room behind her mother.  “I didn’t even notice she was a robot when they came in.  I see it now though.”

“Oh.  I knew you were planning to get one.  I just thought you did.”

“Like I said, she belongs to Mr. Smith.  I guess she’s his nurse or something.”

“I’m his wife,” said Patience.

“Can’t he get a real woman?” asked the younger female.

“Of course he can,” said Patience, as she fished a Diet Pepsi from the ice chest.  “He was just too much for them.  Overstimulation, the hospital said.  He didn’t want to risk another woman’s health, or his own.  That’s how he injured his leg.”

“You’re joking,” said the host’s mother.

“Oh, robots are not allowed to joke or lie,” lied Patience, crossing the room and exiting through an open sliding door into the back yard.

“He did look a lot better than I remembered,” she heard Ava Mercer say.