His Robot Girlfriend by Wesley Allison Page A

he had
already dropped a few hundred dollars in the universe that Gene
Roddenberry built.
    “ How are you feeling,
Patience?” he asked, pulling her aside, wrapping his arms around
her waist, and looking into her eyes.
    “ I’m fine, Mike,” she said
in her usual tone.
    “ Good. I’m glad. And I have
a job for you.”
    “ What kind of a job, Mike?”
She placed the tip of her index finger on her chin. “A sexual
job?”
    “ Precisely,” said Mike. “I
don’t care how big of a nerd this makes me. I want to get blown on
Deep Space Nine.”
    Mike had spotted an alcove in the back of the
promenade where nobody seemed to be going. He led Patience over to
the spot and she wasted no time dropping to her knees and
demonstrating that her programming in this area was just as
complete as in any other. Within moments Mike’s eyes had rolled
back in his head and he leaned back against the wall. Patience
stood up and smiled.
    “ How was that,
Mike?”
    “ If you had spots, it would
have been perfect.”
    Just then a doorway opened right beside them
and a line of people filed past. Their private spot was the exit of
the Borg ride. Mike stepped calmly out of the way and pulled
Patience along with him. Then he surreptitiously reached down to
pull up his zipper.
    After leaving the Star Trek Experience, Mike
and Patience walked to the very front of the casino and followed
the signs hanging from the ceiling to the monorail station. It was
a large station, looking very much like one would expect a train
station to look. Clean and modern. And crowded. Mike purchased two
way passes from a vending machine using his cash card. Then they
sat down to wait for the monorail train. It arrived seven minutes
later. The monorail was cool and futuristic and painted black. It
stopped and the doors slid open. Mike and Patience stepped inside.
There were a few seats along the sides of the train, but the center
was completely open, with handrails above to allow for standing
passengers. Mike chose to stand and Patience stood next to him. As
the train began to move, Mike braced himself on the handrail.
Patience wrapped her arms around his neck.
    The train moved what seemed like only a few
feet before stopping again. This time it was at the Monte Carlo.
This hotel had a train station not too much different from the one
at the Tangiers. As the doors opened, several dozen people moved in
and out of the car. Then it started on its way again. This leg of
the monorail track was longer as it led from the Monte Carlo to
McCarran Airport. From the track, scores of feet above the roadways
below, there was a great view of the MGM Golf Course, a truly huge
expanse of green in an otherwise grey surrounding. As the train
approached the next stop at McCarran, they passed another monorail
going in the opposite direction. It too was painted black, but had
a gigantic Borg painted on the side of the first and last car. Mike
glanced at Patience to see if she had noticed it, and by her
tight-lipped expression, she had. They arrived at the airport and
got off. It was the last stop on the line.
    Mike led Patience through the station and the
extensive mall-like structure that connected the station with the
airport gates. They browsed the store windows, looking at things
that Mike thought would take him a lifetime to pay for, if they had
been something that he would actually want to buy. Patience seemed
fascinated with the clothing and the shoes. But there was no way
that Mike would have been able to let her go on a spending spree
here. So they returned to the monorail station and took the train,
this time a yellow one, back to the Tangiers. The round trip had
taken them about an hour and a half. They found their car in the
parking lot and returned to their own hotel.
    They spent one more night at the Palms and
when Mike woke up in the morning, Patience had everything packed
and ready to be loaded into the car. It took only a few minutes to
check out and then they were back