By James R. Coffey
The pregnabot wormed its way through the uterus seeking first contact.
“Are you my sibling?” the embryo asked upon encountering the bot.
“No. I am Pregnabot 77B. I am programmed to monitor your biological progress.”
“I see. And how is my progress?”
“Well within acceptable biological parameters,” said the bot.
“How long will we be in here?”
“Approximately forty weeks.”
“Then I get out?”
“If you survive.”
“Have you been out?”
“Yes, but much prefer in.”
“Can I stay in if I want to?”
“No. Departure is mandatory.”
“That doesn’t seem quite fair.”
“Your parental-unit will be notified of your displeasure.”
heh heh..made me smile. You never know, this might be reality in future!
Smiling is good!
That’s great!
Thank you kindly!
A well written enjoyable piece. Kudos.
Thank you sir!
Nice little tale… enjoyed the read… kudos…
Thank you!
Thanks so much!
Man, did I love this one. Congratulations!
Very happy to hear that!
Thank you so much!
Well done. Ironic on so many levels, not the least of which this story is told almost entirely in dialogue, and is about the creation of human life, yet fully one half of the dialogue is spoken by a machine. Very well done!
Thank you kindly!
A clever and original story. I enjoyed reading this.
Very glad to hear that!
I enjoyed this. Thank you!
And, thank YOU!
Great story.
How very beautiful
Sweet of you to say!
Is it indelicate to ask how the bot got in there? 😉
In a word: Technology.
Love that first line. Great concept ?
Thank you so much!