[ WP ] No human has to ever work again , instead you have a robot that goes to work and earns your pay for you , but you are responsible for keeping it in a good condition . One day you find your robot making a robot to do its work .

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 `` Laura, bring me another beer,'' Chris called from the couch. He shifted in his seat and his flab dripped even closer to the floor. His stubby thumb tapped the buttons on the TV remote, trying to find a midday program that was n't terrible. Nothing fit the bill, and he sighed. Time to start browsing Reddit on his laptop - except it was across the room. He stretched a little, thinking about making an effort to get up, but he gave up that idea quickly. His fat was so enmeshed in the armchair that clambering out of it would require an effort akin to conquering Mount Everest. 
 
 He bellowed this time. `` LAURA! WHERE ARE YOU?'' 
 This time, a blonde head peeked around the doorframe. 
 
 `` Yes?'' 
 
 Chris ogled her. He still could n't believe she was so lifelike. He'd needed a helper, someone to take care of him, and robots were the new `` in thing''. She - it? - went to work every day, brought him food, and cleaned up the house around him. His friends had recommended getting a robot, and promised that his life would change completely. He'd actually have time to do things for himself again. 
 
 It was true, and he loved it. His work had taken up most of his days before that, and then there was the bother of working out, cooking, and cleaning. When Laura had arrived, he'd sent her to work, and he'd been able to spend *so* much more time with his friends. He loved the freedom of being able to do what he liked whenever he liked. 
 
 Over time, his life had settled into a routine. He often could n't be bothered doing anything, and he found himself watching TV or playing video games all day. He did n't ever feel like exercising any more, but since it was only Laura around to see him, who cared? He socialized enough with his friends online, and did n't feel the need to deal with the outside world. His couch became his bed, and he sat there through daylight and witching hours, through changing seasons, through speeding years. 
 
 Chris still considered Laura the best investment he could have made. She was absolutely stunning, and he had no idea how the engineers managed to make her so lifelike. He vaguely remembered her arrival, and how she'd said something about her name being Christine. He did n't like that name, though, and insisted on renaming her Laura. At first she'd protested, but the instructions said to persist and she'd reprogram herself. She did, eventually. 
 
 He suddenly remembered she was still waiting for his request. `` Laura, bring me another beer and pass me my laptop, too.'' 
 
 She did n't move. Was there a glitch in her programming? He'd been meaning to upgrade her for a while. 
 
 `` Laura...?'' 
 
 She stared at him. `` Ca n't you do it?'' Her voice was almost bitter. 
 
 That was a seriously bad glitch. He made a mental note to send her to the engineer's upgrade office tomorrow to install the newest operating system. He did n't want a disobedient robot. 
 
 `` Bring. Me. A. Beer.'' he repeated. 
 
 She disappeared and returned several minutes later with the requested beverage. `` Chris, when you took me on, you promised me you'd look after me in return for me helping you. I feel you're not keeping up your end of the bargain.'' 
 
 He marvelled at how human her conversation was. `` Laura, I have looked after you. You're clothed, you gave a roof over your head, and you have a great master. There are other robots out there much worse off.'' 
 
 She drew in a sharp breath and turned around. When she did n't move, he asked for his laptop once again. 
 
 `` Brad,'' called Laura. A man wandered in from the kitchen, where, judging by his apron, he had been cooking. 
 
 `` Who are you?'' asked Chris, more curious than concerned. 
 
 `` Chris, this is Brad,'' said Laura, with tears in her eyes. `` When we met, you promised to take care of me, and to help me out. I did n't mind being the sole wage-earner, and I did n't mind being the only one to clean and cook, but I do mind that you have n't kept your promise to put in some effort to take care of me. You're not looking after me in any way. I hired Brad to help me keep on top of the housework, because I could n't do that *and* work full time. He's been really good to have around.'' 
 
 `` But why would a robot need extra help?'' Chris was thoroughly confused. 
 
 `` And there you go with that robot stuff again! Chris, there's something wrong with you mentally. I'm not a robot. *I'm your wife*. And I'm sorry, but I'm leaving you for Brad.'' 
 

