Eve, Neil, and Adam 2


Eve, Neil, and Adam

Part 2



Eve sat in her Firebird thinking about canceling vacation but the idea of selective companionship, already programmed with her personal data, became too tempting to turn down. She realized, I would not have to lift a finger. I will have a robot slave. After some time weighing her options, with Adam slumped next to her in the passenger seat, Eve decided to pamper herself and recover from her breakup alone, but not entirely.


Working for a company with the leading technology, innovation, and inventions had its perks. Instead of the difficult process of meeting a new man, or bringing a friend, it was going to complicate things. There was work, vacation time, and schedules to consider. Eve had another option. A better one, she smiled to herself.


She put on her business face and dialed Neil from the parking lot. “Neil,” she began, “I’m sorry about earlier. I’d be happy to make this a working vacation. Is the project entirely ready to roll”?


“Yes, Neil answered, noticeably relieved, “we have implanted new programming, sensors, and circuitry, some of which may surprise you. It is nothing to be worried about, but we do need to test it in the field. Just take notes and keep a log of behaviors. Now that it has the capacity to learn from its own technology, field work is imperative”.


“Of course, is there anything else I should be aware of”?


“Nothing I can think of just now. Bring your phone. If you observe unacceptable words or behaviors, shut it down and call me. I can run diagnostic tests and do further programming from here”.


“Okay, Neil. Do you have any parting instructions”?


“Yes, actually. Remember to enjoy your vacation, Eve. I’ll need you to be tip top when you come back,” Neil said softly, “and don’t get lost in the mountains or eaten by a bear”.


Eve blushed. She knew that Neil was fond of her but tended to forget about it while at work. Typically, he was all business all the time.


“I won’t,” she smiled demurely, “but if a mountain man comes to take me away from all this, you’re out of luck,” she laughed.


Eve was actually relieved that she did not have to concern herself with schedules, awkwardness, or getting to know someone new. Adam was not going to care if she dropped a two-ton safe on his head. She could engage and disengage him at will, and pack him into the car and shut him down. However, it certainly does not hurt that he looks real and hot, she smiled.


She checked into a cabin that was all she had wanted for vacation this year. It was rustic and tucked into trees overlooking a freshwater lake just beyond the hill. The mountains smelled of fresh air, damp earth, and pine. Eve had longed for this place. She breathed in the mountain air, filling her lungs with the taste of vitality, indelibly memorizing a place that could cleanse her soul.


The pile of logs by the front door spoke of long evenings relaxing by the fireplace with brandy snifter and a new romance novel in hand that she had not cracked the cover on yet. The lake tugged at her thoughts, beckoning her to take a loaf of bread and go feed the evening creatures. She looked into the sky knowing there was not a lot of daylight left.


Eve clicked a button on her tiny remote and Adam came to life, sitting up and squaring his shoulders. With several more manipulations, Adam was ready to act real. She then sat at a table perusing the programming manual, running minor diagnostics, and thinking about the Romance Software Package. No, not yet, she decided.


She closed the laptop and went to work opening windows and shaking dust off the blankets, pillows, and comforters in the cabin, which sat closed and stagnant for a year before her arrival. Exhaustion set in as she hung the last blanket on the line.


As though he had read her thoughts, Adam turned and said, “I’ll build a fire and prepare dinner. Would you like an apéritif”?


She nodded her agreement and Adam poured a snifter of black cherry brandy. Reclining in an overstuffed chair, Eve admired the handsome look of this model, from his wavy hair down to his well-muscled buttocks. She ached to grip his flesh in her hands and draw his body tightly to hers.


Catching the turn of her thoughts, she jumped from her chair as though it were on fire, and rummaged through her bag for her smartphone. Eve opened a page, determined to begin her log.


Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, knowing that Neil would read it. She decided to begin with brief notes, which she would alter before anyone could be the wiser. Quickly she pecked out Remember, that is not real skin. Project Adam is not a real man. Control your machine.


Suddenly, Adam touched her shoulder and asked if he could draw a bath for her. She gave a silent nod of approval, and then realized she had not programmed Adam with the Romance Package. She knew instantly that Neil had programmed it from the office. Neil, I’m going to get even for this and it won’t be pretty, she threatened in mind, but first, I’m taking a steaming hot bath, you lucky bastard.


As darkness shrouded the wooded cabin, Eve manipulated buttons to impart instructions and then moved to sit before a roaring fire while Adam cleaned up dinner. She snuggled into several overstuffed pillows, wrapped in a bathrobe with her freshly scrubbed skin scented lavender.


Eve fell into deep, restorative sleep, thinking, I am still going to get you for this, Neil.


As if he had heard the threat, a cold chill ran down Neil’s spine. He chuckled to himself wondering what torment she planned to unleash on him when she returned. Cringing, he whispering under his breath, I hope she does not kill the project. He costs more than my house.



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Sylvia’s Salvation


Sylvia’s Salvation

Syliva's Salvation

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Sylvia possessed an inexplicable beauty that left most people groping for words, though she wore it with silent grace. She would never be at the top of anyone’s scintillating guest list, but she didn’t care. She loved this place. Trinity was home, now and forever.

She had seen many drifters pass through Florida, enough to keep her feet firmly planted. She would never have the stuff of an itinerant, but that was fine by her. The most she dared hope was that someday they would scatter her ashes here.

Some referred to her as an old soul and she rather liked it. Sylvia found the description rather fitting. She spoke knowledgeably on a large range of topics, which needed to be addressed for betterment of the town, and always did so with elegance.

The townsfolk of Trinity had come to rely on her slightly severe manner, commanding presence and intuitive nature in lieu of her abiding love for Trinity and irreplaceable knowledge of it.

They basked in the benefits she brought about for them, and she was everyone’s immediate source when needed for a mother’s solace. Spinster or not, she served a purpose that was bigger than herself, and found immense satisfaction in so doing.

Not one of them could discern how sitting alone in the evening mist, beneath an aged, knotted, old willow tree could be the solace she sought. Nevertheless, she was a fixture there every evening.

The evenings were still and quiet, with dew settling silently around her, and therein she realized the shelter of a grandparent; old and bent with unparalleled longevity, knotted and battered, yet strong and pliable protection that swaddled her in its consistence; just as darkness enveloped the evening, affording it solace, protection and succor.

Sylvia and her beloved town would rest easy, sleeping soundly in the arms of security and certainty which was home. This town, these people and her commitment to cradle them, this was her salvation.

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© January 14, 2018 at 10:25 PM

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Die, 2017!


At Midnight on

New Year’s Eve I’ll be…

Die 2017!

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…Committing homicide:



holding 2017’s

ugly mug underwater, screaming, 

“Die, sucker, die”! 

Then I’m going to

light up fireworks for 2018! 


Happy New Year!









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Eve, Neil, and Adam 1


Eve, Neil, and Adam

Part 1




At first it seemed a grand imposition when Neil Carlson asked her to test the lifelike capabilities of Project Adam in a realistic setting. “I need this vacation, Neil,” she argued, “I’m not going to play robo-sitter because perverts that want pre-programmed bionic sex are at the top of your priority list,” she exclaimed. “I’m grateful for my job, but inflicting this on my vacation is going too far!”


“I know, Eve. I know it’s a huge imposition but that’s what makes you perfect for the job. You are our target audience. You are the burned out, working housewife. You’re put upon, expected of, and sick and tired of taking care of others. You’re in need of some no-strings pampering minus the human hassle.”


She rolled her eyes and stated, “I’m not a housewife”.


Neil shrugged, saying suggestively, “I can’t help that your perfect.”


Eve was defeated. “I can’t believe you just used that line on me,” she sighed.


“Then you’ll do it,” Neil asked excitedly.


“Okay, fine! Just fine! Bring it out before I change my mind,” she spat, glaring daggers into Neil’s eyes.


Neil retrieved a miniature remote control from his pocket and flipped a switch. Project Adam entered the room on two feet, offering, “Hello, Eve. It’s good to meet you”.


Tearing her glare from Neil, Eve turned her wrath on her new charge, “Shut it! I haven’t decided whether to toss you onto a bonfire or shove you off a cliff! Just shut it”!


Neil clawed the air making angry cat sounds, laughing, “Wow! Kitten has claws”!


“And you,” Eve returned her anger to Neil, “Shut it before I tie both of you together and drag you down the interstate from the bumper of my car”!


Neil winked at Adam conspiratorially, whispering, “I’ll pray for you, buddy”!


Eve snatched the remote from his hands and hit every button and switch off. Adam crumpled to the floor and Eve smiled wickedly, saying, “Pack him up. He not going to be a passenger in my car”.


“Fine,” Neil snickered, He weighs 245 pounds. Good luck with that”.


She moved to stand unnervingly close to Neil; so close he could feel the heat emanating from her skin. She placed her face directly in front of his, whispering acidly, “You owe me big, and I mean huge”!


Eve hit the remote again and Adam was instantly restored. Turning on her stiletto heel, she issued an order without looking up, “Shut it and follow me.”


Adam followed dutifully while Neil stood in the empty room with fingers crossed and saying a silent prayer.



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Eve, Neil, and Adam – Part 2