Her collision sensors bounced as CERA812 left my office, and I took one last look at her chassis as the door closed behind her. No doubt about it, I was falling for this gynoid. Falling hard. I felt like a hex bolt in a box of Cleveloc nuts.

I leaned back to start my reboot sequence; I needed to clear that dame out of my mem-chips before…

BUZZ

...damn

“Mac, I got Finny on line 1 like you asked.” Ethol142’s voice screeched through the intercom.

“Finny! It’s Mac. I got a big favor to ask,” I said as I picked up the receiver. “What the hell do you mean ‘Mac who’? MAC Zero Nine, that’s who!”

The Finnegan Series H ’s voicebox blasted a few well deserved obscenities through the phone line.

“Whoa! Hold on there, or I might have to mention to my sister that time at the hardware store.”

Finny back peddled.

“I know, I know, but what kind of brother-in-law would I be if I didn’t bring it up every time I needed something. Listen up, I need everything you got on the Museum robbery.”