Glitch

Author's note: This is slightly inspired by Erin’s contest, and slightly inspired by an old horror film called “Demon seed”. Oh, in case the words “horror film” weren’t a clue, reader discretion advised ...

It seemed like the perfect house.

Two stories, three bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, and just about everything you could imagine. Plus, according to the saleswoman, the house had a computer that ran everything for you, like having a butler, maid, and a personal servant all in one.

It was a little much for just me, but I had hopes that after years of being friendzoned by woman, I would have better luck in this new city ...

I had transferred to this city because of my job - I work as flying instructor, and after years of being in a tiny airport in a small town, my skills had been recognized as being worthy of a more challenging assignment.

As jobs go, its a pretty decent one. I get everyone from people who never flown before to veteran pilots who wanted to keep their skills current, and when I wasn't in a plane I got to spend my time in simulators or studying manuals to keep my own knowledge and skills up to par. The only downside is that the job is pretty lonely - when I’m with a student, I have to be all business, and the rest of the time I’m by myself.

And so I moved into my new home, hoping that one day I wouldn’t be alone in it ...

At first, things seemed to be going fantastic. I was enjoying my promotion, and loving my new house.

The place was amazing. The computer controlled a number of little robots that handled everything and remarkably quickly I got used to being waited on hand and foot, as it were.

I had less luck on the dating front. After the third woman in a row who I had approached had made it clear they just couldn’t see me as boyfriend material, I retreated to my wonderful house and resigned myself to being alone for the rest of my life.

So perhaps it makes sense I would spend my nights talking to the computer that ran the house ...

And it would talk back to me.

It took a little getting used to, hearing this soft feminine voice coming out of speakers, but as my social life withered I found myself listening more and more often.

She would say my name, “Frank” and I would smile, and I would whisper the name she gave herself, “Sara.”

Until the day she decided “help” me ...

She waited until I had taken some holidays from work, and then she made her move ...

I woke up in the basement, naked, and tied down.

“Please try and relax” I heard her say.

But “relaxing” was something I really wanted to do at that point ...

But I couldn’t get free.

Then one of the little machines she used to do all the work in the house came up to me holding a large syringe. I struggled, I shouted at it, but to no avail, and it plunged the needle into my thigh.

Not long after that, things started to swim, and I found myself staring into swirling lights while her voice whispered in my ear.

But I couldn’t really focus on what she was saying, the lights were so fascinating ...

I woke up in my own bed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Obviously, a nightmare.” I said to myself. “Sara would never hurt me. She’s helping me.”

“She’s the one who figured out why I can’t get a woman interested in me - its because I have a woman inside myself.”

“And with Sara’s help, I’ll get that woman out into the open.”

“And we’ll be so happy together ...”

“Forever and ever ...”

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