“Your gift is at the door,” Amanda’s husband says over the phone.
“Really,” Amanda says, walking over to the door, not to happy that she will have another Christmas without her husband that was supposed to take her to Paris for Christmas. Every year he promises, next year but every year works keeps him to busy, chasing the next best thing in Artificial Intelligence.
When Amanda mailed her husband divorced papers after a lonely Christmas last year he pleaded and begged her for one more chance. He took her to Parris for the summer and after their holiday got cut short because of a contract he promised that this Christmas they will have a winter Christmas in Paris.
Amanda and Chris have no children due to the fact that he is never around to do the act of making babies. Amanda stays in the suburbs in Texas and Chris stays in Toyoko where his AI company is.
“Chris?!” Amanda exclaims, throwing her arms around her husband’s neck and showering him with kisses, “you are my early gift?”
“Amanda,” the AI that is the split image of her husband, looks, personality and memories starts and wants to tell her that he is not her husband but a copy, but she does not give him the opportunity.
“I can’t believe it!” Amanda exclaims again, showering him with some more kisses.
The AI is a fast learner with a subconscious that no one at Chris company knew about. Sure, they created him to have a subconscious, but it has not been tested yet.
‘I should just go with it, if she knows I am not Chris then she might be get upset and reject me and I really like this world I have been created for,’ the AI thinks.
“What are you waiting for?” Amanda asks, frowning, wondering why her husband is not entering their house.
The AI steps into the house, “beautiful home.”
“Really, you like the new colours?” Amanda asks.
“I love it,” the AI says.
“I have a gift for you,” the AI says, presenting Amanda with the actual early gift.
Amanda takes the envelope from his hands and eagerly opens it, asking, “how long are you staying? Christmas?”
Before the AI could answer Amanda squills, “two tickets to Paris?!”
She throws her arms around the AI again and showers him with kisses again, before dropping the tickets and taking her dress off, followed by unbuttoning his shirt.
“What are you doing?” the AI asks.
“What does it look like? I am wanting to make love to my husband,” she says, pulling his shirt off.
The AI wanted to stop her but when her hands reach for his manhood, he felt an incredible sensation paired with butterflies.
The AI pulls her in and soon they are making love. The AI leaves Amanda breathless on the tiled floor, thinking, ‘he has gotten really good, has he been messing me around? He is so different; maybe it is the distance and next to nothing visits.’ Amanda watches him get up and putting his clothes on. The AI notices her eyes on him and gives her a sexy smile.
‘Did he get hotter?’ Amanda asks, thinking he looks a bit younger, “are you using skin treatments? Did you have Botox?”
The AI just laughs at her and helps her from the floor, “our plain leaves in two hours.”
“What? Really? I don’t have time to pack!” Amanda says.
Just put some comfortable clothes on and pack a coat, we will get everything we need in Paris.
Amanda smiles, running up the stairs and soon enough she comes down with one suitcase, “I am ready.”
When their plane arrived in Paris, Amanda could not help but asks a burning question, “I have not seen you once on your phone. It is not like you not to spend all your time on your phone.”
“I left it,” the AI lies, he does not have a phone.
“Oh, well, you can use mine if you want to check in with your company,” Amanda says, searching her handbag, “crap, I think I left mine as well.”
“Good, now we can just focus on each other. Let’s go do some shopping before we check in, shall we?” The AI asks.
“We shall,” Amanda says, slipping her hand into who she believes to be her husband.

After an exhausting day of shopping Amanda was really tired but noticed that her husband is not, “where do you get all your energy from?” she asks after they made love.
“Well,” the AI starts but then sees Amanda getting into bed and putting her sleeping masks on, realising that it was not really a question but an observation, so he seizes to explain to her how his systems work. He was about to tell her that his system has been created to fuel itself by the food and liquid he consumes just like humans and just like humans he has to deposit the unused food in the toilet but unlike humans he does not need to sleep to regain energy, instead he needs a little sleep or moments of doing nothing to make sure his systems does not overheat from constant processing.

The AI was up early the next morning making booking for a day filled with sightseeing.
“Good morning,” Amanda says, walking over to the bathroom to get ready for the day and when she came out of the bathroom the AI started to list their schedule for the day including giving her details about how many rivets there is in the Eifel Tower to how much protein there will be in the breakfast they will be having.
“So, this breakfast, is it the only option?” Amanda asks, thinking her husband is acting weird with all the finer details.

“No, but it is a typical French breakfast; Coffee, a tartine in the form of a baguette, sliced horizontally, slathered with butter and jam,” the AI says exited to go for breakfast already as he is eager to experience more taste.