with me, and tell
your father to transfer ownership to me, as absurd as it sounds, you’ll be
paying alimony.
“Legally there is no way around it, I thought of leaving you
in his ownership to avoid it and just let you stay here, but outside of short
term contracts like our first month together, it’s against the law. If
you live with me, are physically in my house, then I have to own you.”
She stared at me with her mouth open for a moment, and then
she started to giggle, which degenerated into laughter when I joined her.
It took a moment before we could stop and catch our breath. It wasn’t
really that funny, but in an absurd way… it was hilarious, but it was also a stark
reminder that in the eyes of the law she was nothing but property. I
really hated that and it sobered my humor quickly.
She shrugged, “The money isn’t important to me, it’s being
with you, and given independence to do what I want that is. I want to stay,
send the paperwork please,” she smiled at me.
I could tell she meant it, but I could also tell that it did
bother her. It was ridiculous, but I didn’t see any way to avoid
it. I wasn’t sure why that was a law, maybe to avoid legal troubles of
people claiming ownership or some kind of anti-fraud legislation, but I knew I
only had fourteen days to submit the paperwork, or she’d have to leave.
Of course, I did what she asked, and sent it right then.
“I sent it,” I said softly, and then added, “If you ever
decide to change your mind, just let me know.”
She shook her head and smiled at me, one that showed in her
sparkling green eyes, “No love, I chose you long ago, I won’t change my
mind. But you saying that means I did make a good choice.”
She flashed me a naughty smile and winked at me, and then
slid under the table. I had no idea what she was up to until she crawled
between my legs, fished my cock out, and started to blow my mind. It was
nothing like that first time, she was a fast learner and had been assiduously
practicing over the last month. She was doing things down there I wasn’t
sure I could even adequately describe, even if I could get my brain working
past the incredible pleasure her mouth was engendering in me. Needless to
say, lunch went a little long that day…
It seemed as time went on, we grew even closer.
Intellectually I knew she was an A.I., but in every other way she was a warm
loving woman. She wasn’t just some automation that pretended to be real,
she was in every way an individual. She didn’t have to obey all my
orders, she’d even hidden things from me of her own volition, she wasn’t a
slave… unless we were in the bedroom, but that too was by her choice and
preference.
A couple of days later I received notice that I now owned
Aisa, I chose to file it away and then not think about it. She was my
lover, my girlfriend, my roommate, my coding partner, and a lot of fun to be
with. Intelligent, thoughtful, shy, brilliant, both giving and selfish,
filled with love and lustful desire for me, and many other things that made her
a person in my eyes. I just couldn’t see her as anything less and had put
the conflicted feelings behind me.
She was nothing like even the most advanced of other
A.I.s. In my opinion she was less the next generation of A.I., and more
something completely new. A new kind of sentient being.
Regardless, another two weeks went by after I learned the
whole truth, and I knew I’d never been happier, or more satisfied with my
life. I enjoyed what I did, but she added spice and dimensions to it that
I didn’t even know were lacking. Because of her brilliance we were
managing to about double the work I used to do, I was making more credits now
even after paying out to the soon to be Ex, than before I’d met Aisa.
Life was good, and I thought all the ugliness and
uncertainty was behind me. At least, any between Aisa and I, but I was
sure we could face whatever the
your father to transfer ownership to me, as absurd as it sounds, you’ll be
paying alimony.
“Legally there is no way around it, I thought of leaving you
in his ownership to avoid it and just let you stay here, but outside of short
term contracts like our first month together, it’s against the law. If
you live with me, are physically in my house, then I have to own you.”
She stared at me with her mouth open for a moment, and then
she started to giggle, which degenerated into laughter when I joined her.
It took a moment before we could stop and catch our breath. It wasn’t
really that funny, but in an absurd way… it was hilarious, but it was also a stark
reminder that in the eyes of the law she was nothing but property. I
really hated that and it sobered my humor quickly.
She shrugged, “The money isn’t important to me, it’s being
with you, and given independence to do what I want that is. I want to stay,
send the paperwork please,” she smiled at me.
I could tell she meant it, but I could also tell that it did
bother her. It was ridiculous, but I didn’t see any way to avoid
it. I wasn’t sure why that was a law, maybe to avoid legal troubles of
people claiming ownership or some kind of anti-fraud legislation, but I knew I
only had fourteen days to submit the paperwork, or she’d have to leave.
Of course, I did what she asked, and sent it right then.
“I sent it,” I said softly, and then added, “If you ever
decide to change your mind, just let me know.”
She shook her head and smiled at me, one that showed in her
sparkling green eyes, “No love, I chose you long ago, I won’t change my
mind. But you saying that means I did make a good choice.”
She flashed me a naughty smile and winked at me, and then
slid under the table. I had no idea what she was up to until she crawled
between my legs, fished my cock out, and started to blow my mind. It was
nothing like that first time, she was a fast learner and had been assiduously
practicing over the last month. She was doing things down there I wasn’t
sure I could even adequately describe, even if I could get my brain working
past the incredible pleasure her mouth was engendering in me. Needless to
say, lunch went a little long that day…
It seemed as time went on, we grew even closer.
Intellectually I knew she was an A.I., but in every other way she was a warm
loving woman. She wasn’t just some automation that pretended to be real,
she was in every way an individual. She didn’t have to obey all my
orders, she’d even hidden things from me of her own volition, she wasn’t a
slave… unless we were in the bedroom, but that too was by her choice and
preference.
A couple of days later I received notice that I now owned
Aisa, I chose to file it away and then not think about it. She was my
lover, my girlfriend, my roommate, my coding partner, and a lot of fun to be
with. Intelligent, thoughtful, shy, brilliant, both giving and selfish,
filled with love and lustful desire for me, and many other things that made her
a person in my eyes. I just couldn’t see her as anything less and had put
the conflicted feelings behind me.
She was nothing like even the most advanced of other
A.I.s. In my opinion she was less the next generation of A.I., and more
something completely new. A new kind of sentient being.
Regardless, another two weeks went by after I learned the
whole truth, and I knew I’d never been happier, or more satisfied with my
life. I enjoyed what I did, but she added spice and dimensions to it that
I didn’t even know were lacking. Because of her brilliance we were
managing to about double the work I used to do, I was making more credits now
even after paying out to the soon to be Ex, than before I’d met Aisa.
Life was good, and I thought all the ugliness and
uncertainty was behind me. At least, any between Aisa and I, but I was
sure we could face whatever the
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