TITLE: The Women
GENRE: YA Science Fiction
I can’t stop pacing the living room. 5 minutes, maybe less, and he’ll be here.
“How much did you pay for him anyway?” Riker asks, stretching long-legged on the couch with her head thrown back.
“God that’s cheap. I bet he sucks. I heard Model 3 is the worst one.”
Someone told me the same thing but I deny it anyway. “He’s fine, no different than the rest of them. You’ll see.”
“Incoming message for Cola Sparks.” The Speaker’s voice tumbles out through the intercom. “Is Cola Sparks present?”
“Yes! Is my package here?”
“Is Cola Sparks present?” The speaker asks again.
“Yes, I’m Cola. Id Number 2478. Is he here?”
“Thank you Cola Sparks. We have a delivery for you. Incoming in 1 minute, 35 seconds. Please be prepared to sign.”
Riker darts up from the couch and runs to the delivery chute.
“The countdown is going!” she cries back to me.
I follow her quick. 59 seconds. 58. The numbers flash red and glaring in the wall above the chute. 10 seconds and the metal chute door starts vibrating, rattling so hard that the whole wall shakes. Clang! 0:00 flashes bright. Something heavy crashes into place.
“Delivery complete. A signature is required from Cola Sparks.” The Speaker intones.
Impatiently I roll up my sleeves. The flashing numbers sputter out. A small hole opens just above the chute. I shove my arm through it; I’m gobbled up to the elbow. Something hard clamps onto my fingers and bites into them.