A GILF-Nanny

He had thought about it long and hard, fond memories of boyhood coming back to him of time spent under the warm and watchful eye of his grandmother. His own children rarely got to see their grandparents, and it always bothered him that they wouldn’t have what he had.

“A female model,” he said. “An older woman, who can be a grandmother to my kids.”

The company man smiled. “A wise choice Sir,” he led Brad through a row of other models, their external forms notably older the further they went.

“Of course you’ll want the exterior to look older, matriarchal, maternal…but not too old, yes? Don’t want to give the impression of frailty. No I think we have the right model.”

He ushered Brad forward, gesturing to the android that currently stood in stasis, waiting activation. Brad saw the older woman, so all the qualities he was looking for, but also noticed something else. Something that caused a stirring within his loins.

Swallowing deeply, Brad turned to the company man. “I’ll take her.”