Lifeless Love

Liz walked out of her room into the garden, welcoming the usual beautiful and chirpy morning. She spent her mornings usually in the company of her self-grown flowers and herbs. She eyed Luke watering her plants. She felt a sudden gush of affection for him.

Liz remembered the time she had wanted a servant so that she could pass on her household work, and thus spend that time doing her translation work. A linguist she was.

Luke was amazing. He could do every work with miraculous perfection. Sometimes she wondered whether it was appropriate to call him a servant. More than that, he was a companion to her. Listening to her problems, woes, just about anything without ever interrupting her, but he never provided her with any suggestions, he just listened aptly.

She had always fallen for men who had looks. Luke was just that. Chiseled looks, perfect jaw line, very kissable lips. All clichés….and she was floored. It should be a sin to look that hunky, she thought. All thanks to Marie who had given her the idea of only one time investment on a house servant and what more, on spending a few more pennies, you could buy one on the basis of looks!! And it was 2030, you had to have one of such types. So here he was, Luke.

As he finished his garden work, Liz eyed him with rapt attention. As he entered the room, Liz took him by hand to her bedroom. She touched his face, praising this uncanny perfection of beauty. She kissed him, softly. It was for a few seconds. Although what Liz did was momentary and spontaneous, Luke was calm.

To Liz, it was saddening to note that there was no exchange of saliva, no rolling of tongues for that added sensuality, no sucking of each others breath and the amorous want of going deep inside one another’s soul and sensing every movement of each others body…

She glanced him from the corner of her eyes and started laughing at her own imbecility, her own daftness. Overcome by such schmaltz and maudlin attitude, she asked herself how could she fall for a robot?