Husband Version Three (flash fiction)
Charlie blinked at the stranger in his living room. It didn’t compute.
Zoey kept explaining: “You’re actually my third model. Good to upgrade every so often, keep up with the improvements. Amazing how technology keeps creating features you never thought you needed.”
Charlie gaped. “You … mean … I’m a … robot?”
“Slower than I thought, too. Men pretty much made themselves extinct, so we’re giving robots a go. This is Doug, my new model.”
Doug’s smug grin. “With faster processor and more self awareness.”
“Where will I go?” Charlie asked.
Zoey waved this off. “Always a market for used models.”