Made for Each Other

I couldn’t sleep. I’d been restlessly tossing and turning all night so I’d finally decided to go down to my workshop to relieve some of my stress. I don’t know how long I sat tinkering with half-finished projects and mulling over plans I’d drawn up but it felt like ages.
“Honey?”

I nearly jumped out of my seat before I realized who had spoken.

“I’m down here Cassie watch your step, this place is a mess.”

I turned to watch as my wife stepped through the threshold and gracefully made her way around the scattered tools and spare parts that I’d left haphazardly on the floor. Standing behind me with her arms around my shoulders she looked at my workbench.

“Big plans for work?”

“Not really.”

“Well I’d assumed that they were important seeing as my husband is down here at three in the morning working on them.”

Most men wouldn’t enjoy the sarcasm nearly as much as I did but that was one of the things I loved most about her, and when I say most that means something. Even though Cassie and I had only been married a year we anticipated the other’s needs like we’d known each other all our lives. With Cassie everything felt so right and came so easy, we had such perfect chemistry.

“Well anyways, you have to go downtown tomorrow for that presentation and your cab is coming in about five hours and twenty-seven minutes. Come back to bed Cole”

“I’m coming Cassie, just give me a second to finish these notes”

“Alright dear, love you”

“Love you too sweetie”

As I heard her leave the workshop and go back upstairs I turned back to the plans on my desk and jotted down some notes in the margin.

“C-A-S-I cybernetic android substitute for intimacy”
Possible features:
-Adjustable personality (sarcasm etc.)
-Less obvious internal clock (It ruins the fantasy)
-Maybe less pet names?

Its funny, I almost tripped on a prototype arm on my way back up to bed.