Symbiotes
When she saved me from the Caligulan Brain Fever outbreak, I stopped seeing my NUR-5E unit as just a fussy nuisance. Fascinated, I threw myself into learning coding and robotics, and now she’ll never be touched by anyone else.
We look after each other, you see: she keeps me alive, and with my skills I upgrade her, and deal with any viruses or mechanical issues. I’ve outlived all the ‘friends’ who called me mad, and she is decades past her notional service life. We’ll never stop.
“I love you,” I say. “I will always care for you,” she replies. “Forever.”
From Guest Contributor Alastair Millar
Alastair is an archaeologist by training and a translator by trade. His published flash fiction (and social links) can be found here.