You would think the longest lines at the theme park would be for lines inside the park. But as Mark and I were waiting for the tram service to get back to the safety of my car, it felt impossibly long. My eyes darted around at the people around us, wary of any suspicion of my boyfriend's strange behavior. I held tightly to his arm, hoping to keep him balanced. "T-travis... I don't know how long I can kee-p function-al." The breaks in his vocal patterns were a bad sign, a very bad sign.
When I first built my Mark bot, I knew various tests had to be made before I could take him out in the world. Thanks to my degree in mechanical engineering and life as an absolute friendless loser, it took nearly 5 years to craft the perfect artificial man. Molding the most advanced persona core to fit my idea of the type of guy. Manufacturing simple steel, silicone, and well-placed electronics into a perfect body; even inventing my own form of realistic yet breathable skin for the CPU to exhaust the internal heat from its body. Then, spending all that time teaching the bot how to act in a completely human way. He could barely even walk on his own or simulate a conversation, but eventually his A.I. managed to pick it up seamlessly. Still, maybe it was overzealous for our first public outing to be somewhere with so many people, so many warm bodies, on a particularly hot summer day.
As we arrived at the front of the line waiting for the next tram to whisk us away, I could feel his joints stiffening up, a clear indication of his shutdown process. "Come on, baby," I whispered into his ear, hoping reassurance would do anything to his technological system, "Just a little bit more and we'll be home." The next tram finally arrived, and I hurried as fast as I could. Mark's legs were losing motion, and with each step, he was becoming heavier and heavier. His large, muscled form was now a major hindrance rather than a perk.
Finally, I was able to clamber both of us into the seats. Mark, losing all tone of his smooth voice, spoke out cold and robotic. "Error. CPU overheat shutting down..." And in a small flash, the color in his eyes faded blank, and his body became unmoving like a statue. A visible steam escaped from the microscopic pores on his body, trying its best to vent the pressure of heat. I shut his eyes, trying to hide the fact of his complete malfunction, trying to play it off as a person exhausted from walking and fun rides.
'Damn, this is not good,' I pondered to myself. Hopefully, by the 5-minute parking lot ride, he can cool off just enough to turn back on and return to our car, but if not, we might be in for some trouble and a lot of confused onlookers...
I will need to do some serious maintenance to ensure that next time Mark and I go out. To be fair, a similar malfunction occurred the other night in bed, but I chalked it up to the long and steamy lovemaking. I'll have to go back and implant some kind of internal cooling system so that he can maintain his internal temperature instead of constantly running hot.