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him.”
    “His love will be unconditional. He has emotions and can be hurt. Do you agree to treat him as a loved one?”
    “Yes, of course.” March shifted to the edge of her seat.
    Melissa ran her finger down a printed page. “His specs say he is thirty.”
    “That’s fine.” March laughed, joking. “I can officially be a cougar.”
    The exit interview was far more personal than the initial meeting. March was glad that Melissa conducted the interview. The female android asked her about the size of his male equipment and the intensity of sexual ardor. March couldn’t believe she was discussing a man’s package with a robot.
    She swallowed embarrassment. “Seven inches and very intense.”
    March was petite and more than seven inches would probably hurt, but she did want a hot and ready lover. Still, the most important of Christian’s many virtues was the ability to love unconditionally. She was prepared to do the same.
    Melissa nodded as if they were talking about his circuitry. “When we obtain a work permit, what profession? He can be programmed as a rocket scientist if you wish.”
    “NASA is in Houston.” She laughed, her thoughts spinning. “Rocket scientist sounds good. I’ve never known one.”
    “Anything else?” Melissa sat back in her chair and smiled.
    “Not a doctor. They have too little time to spend at home.” She shrugged, frowning. “A professor. I know several people who live the academic life. Yes, a professor of English literature.”
    “Well done. Christian is going to be an interesting individual.” Melissa engaged an intercom on her desk. “Stefan, Melissa here. Give Christian programming in Aerospace Engineering and English literature. Make the former primary. Thanks.”
    Melissa’s expression changed with the subject matter of the question. She, too, was flawless. “Are you married?”
    “Divorced a year now.” March could not sit still any longer. She rose, pacing to the window to stare out at the rain. “If I was married, I wouldn’t be here.”
    “You’d be surprised how many married women have inquired. Two purchased.” Melissa closed the blue book of Christian’s specifications. “Only a few more questions.”
    That these perfect men and women were being used as sex toys angered March. “Isn’t that cheating? What does a married woman do with her secret lover when her husband is home? Shut him down and stand him in the closet. Can he be turned off?”
    Melissa arched an eyebrow. “We can be put into sleep mode without damage to our circuitry. You’ll be shown how to do this.”
    “I’ll never want to shut him down.” March wandered back to her chair but didn’t sit. “Turning him off isn’t treating him like a human.”
    Melissa closed the manila folder containing March’s life history and slid a black leather portfolio across the desk. “This contains your paperwork and a background story for Christian. You may, of course, write your own background.”
    She’d always wanted to try her hand at writing. Maybe, she’d test her imagination and invent a history for her lover. Already in place were his birthday, where he was born, and who his parents were. Did he have brothers and sisters? One of each. Where did he study? Oxford and was top of his class. Questions and answers raced through her mind.
    Melissa glided to her feet with a fluid, poised motion. “That’s it. Your answer to the last question makes your intentions clear. No need for further inquiries. You’ll make Christian happy.”
    March shook Melissa’s hand. “I intend to.”
    “Let’s take care of the financial arrangements. We’ll bring Christian in for testing, and you will be free to go with your new companion.” She handed March the portfolio she’d forgotten. “Or should I say lover?”
    “Husband, I think.” Dreams misted her eyes, or was it happy tears?
    Melissa folded her hands and smiled. “Perfect.”
    Tonight, she’d break the dry spell since her divorce with a