With a satisfied sigh
I fall back on my side
and rest my head on the pillows.

Her green eyes,
With a light of their own,
shine back into mine
and her bright red hair presses,
Imperceptibly damp against her temples,

Her smile,
Once nervous, now satisfied,
moves towards mine,
Our lips touch… and hold,
and I feel her grow a girlish grin.

She holds still again, bites my lip and retreats,
smilingly she looks me over, surveys my face,
playfully she digs her nails a little into my back,
I jump with a start, while she pulls me in
and there’s a “clunk” where our foreheads meet.

I pretend to be injured,
Fall back on the bed
she laughs,
and asks
“Are you just going to lay there in silence”
“You better not be about to fall asleep on me”
so i crane down to her,
she laughs with glee
and I draw her in my arms and sleepily mumble,
“Don’t know what you mean?”

Her warm head against my chest,
Raises and falls with my breath
and her fingers, sliding down, draw meaningless
idle shapes on my thigh.
Staring at her wall though,
A metallic taste in my mouth
troubles my peaceful mind.

Curling a ginger strand around my finger,
she looks up at me,
“You have beautiful hair”
I mean to say,
My lips move,
But instead, from a voice that’s not mine, come the words
“ERROR, VOICE CODEC NOT FOUND”

In a snap,
She’s sat up like a bolt,
Her hair tugged from my grasp falls back against her breast,
and her skin prickles.

A cold shot of fear runs through me,
“I don’t know what came over me,” I plead,
But all of a sudden, for the first time I realise,
I don’t know where I am, or how I got here,
She ignores me, and to my surprise,
In a quick, deft movement she’s reach around my head,
and behind my ear, where there should only be skull,
She’s opened a control panel instead.

Her fingers move inside what I though was my brain,
and I feel her flick a switch and exclaim,
“These fucking Android versions, I knew I should’ve gotten an Apple”
“What do you mean?” I mean to say,
but instead this dead voice proclaims,
“CRITICAL SOFTWARE ERROR, PLEASE RESTART”

“Well shit,” she says, “That’s going to put you out of action for at least an hour,”
And the anger and hate in her eyes stings,
This girl, whoever she is, I thought was mine,
(Whatever mine is, whoever I am?)

Now she hates me, I swear
I don’t know what’s gone wrong,
Another switch flicks and I feel myself paralysed,
naked on her bed, my skin grows chilled.
She pulls on a T-shirt,
and, as if because of guilt,
Leans over,
and places one more hot kiss on my cold mechanical flesh.
She runs her fingers through what I thought was my hair,
And i see the green light return to her stare.
Her hand rests on my ear and her fingers reach to the switches on the back,
And with a cold hard press, everything goes black.