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Threepointone
After I lost my original wife, I was very reluctant at first to replace her. It was not a matter of cost, really I could afford it. No, it was not sentimental either, because she was a polymer artifact with a nice artificial brain. No, it was not because I felt lonely, or depressed, or horny. No, it was for an altogether different cause. You see, I had discovered a deep religious connection with the universe. My life as an unmarried man made no sense to the religious character I had become.
So I made the decision and last week, I made the purchase of a brand new version threepointone, which forced me to spend one third of my savings. But the expense was worthy. She was no replacement off the catalog. And I surely did not regret my decision.
Who would believe that I have spent the last five best years, most happy, most complete and most fulfilling of my whole life, thanks to my threepointone. That’s how I call her now, “3.1”, but it is not to lower her to the rank of robopets or dolls. In fact, I strongly believe that this appellation is a brand worth of the best champagnes in the world, a cup of delicateness served on an electronic plate.
3.1 and I went to a splendid, desert island frequented by British royalty. We stayed a full month, in the middle of the palm dates and the soft rolling staccato of metallic waves.
