Mistress.exe

Synopsis

A muffled groan from my husband's study sends me storming in. I yank a woman out from under his desk, ready to scream, but the sight before me left me speechless. The "other woman" is an android. She tilts her head with unfocused eyes, a pen clutched between metallic fingers. Wires and chips are visible beneath her titanium alloy shell. My husband, recovering from shock, pats his forehead. "You silly goose," he exclaims. "It's a sample unit I'm testing." He promises that once he makes sure it is safe, especially with me being pregnant, he'll get one for me, too. But the more I think about it, the less sense it makes. I can't forget the feeling of her skin on my fingertips or the smudge of lipstick I saw on her mouth. He really takes me for a fool. The next morning, I meet him with a bright smile, twirling a knife. "These robots are so real nowadays, aren't they?" I say to him. "Bring her out. I'd like to test that myself, starting by removing one of her legs."