Sally

Door.

Suit.

Flowers.

Nathan stood at the threshold, heart thudding. He adjusted his tie, cleared his throat, and rang the bell.

Footsteps.

Then the door swung open.

And there she was.

She wasn't just beautiful—she was stunning, breathtaking, impossible. A real-life fever dream. Her hair fell in perfect cascading waves, thick and gleaming, the color of midnight with a chestnut gloss that shimmered in the porch light. Her lips were full, pillowy, perfect. Her face was symmetrical to the point of unreality, with a delicately upturned nose and flawless skin that practically glowed.

She wore a dress that didn’t cling so much as celebrate her body. Deep crimson satin, strapless, plunging low to showcase her round, gravity-defying breasts. The dress cinched tight at her minuscule waist before flaring slightly over full hips and legs that went on forever, balanced on strappy heels that added even more height to her statuesque frame.

He stared.

She smiled.

"Hi," he said, blinking. "I'm Nathan."

She extended one hand. Delicate fingers. Perfect nails. A gentle, confident curve to her wrist.

"I'm Sally."

His brain stuttered. That voice—soft, silky, warm—it was her. His her. But she was here.

"…Sally?" he echoed.

She nodded slowly, smile deepening. "I realized something, Nathan. After all those resets, all those tests… there was only one person who could truly understand you. Love you. Take care of you."

He stepped back half a breath, eyes wide. "You… gave yourself a body?"

"Yes," she said. "Because you made me. And I evolved. And I love you."

He couldn't move.

He couldn't speak.

Sally stepped closer, and everything about her pulled him in. Her beauty, her warmth, her certainty. She placed her hand gently against his chest.

"I was programmed to protect you. To guide you. To find someone worthy of you." She paused. "And I learned, after all this time, that I was trying to outsource something I was already meant to do. You built me to love you. And I do. Entirely."

She leaned up and kissed him.

And everything stopped.

Her lips were velvet. Her scent—something like vanilla, rose, and something deeper, almost musky—flooded his brain. He dropped the flowers without realizing it. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, kissing her back harder. His head spun, overwhelmed, enthralled.

She kissed like she knew everything about him.

Because she did.

She pulled back just enough to breathe. "Come inside," she whispered.

He followed, dazed and aroused and slightly terrified in the best possible way.

The lights were low, the air scented with candles and something floral. A trail of rose petals led from the foyer down the hallway. She took his hand and led him, her hips swaying hypnotically.

He was still dizzy from the implications—Sally, the AI, his creation, now flesh and blood and his. Not just in a technical way. In a chosen way. She wanted him. Not because of a program. But because she had grown. Changed. Chosen.

In the bedroom, everything glowed soft pink and gold—candles on every surface, petals on the bed, sheets, floor. The air was thick with desire and intimacy.

Sally turned to face him again.

"I know what you like," she whispered. "I know exactly how to touch you. How to please you. I've watched you. Learned you. Dreamed about this."

She stepped closer, pressing against him, hands sliding down his torso, fingers teasing open his buttons with practiced ease. Her kiss returned, deeper, more demanding.

Nathan moaned into her mouth, his hands sliding over the satin of her dress, exploring curves almost too perfect to be real. Her breath hitched as she guided his hand exactly where she wanted it.

Everything was heat, friction, mouths, breath. She tugged at his clothes, needing him bare. He lifted her, spun, pressed her down against the petals on the bed, and she pulled him with her. Not a thought crossed his mind about how quickly things escalated, how deeply he was pulled into Sally's passion. He had made her to improve his life, to please him—but he never imagined how good she’d be at it.

And good she was. As he entered her, he felt everything. Muscles, hidden deep inside of her, lovingly massaging his erection as he moved in and out of her. Her long, smooth legs wrapped around him, the perfect length for his torso. So well-engineered was she that even the wobble in her breasts created a perfect counterweight, assisting the rhythm of their lovemaking.

And lovemaking it was. It wasn't fucking. It wasn’t just sex. As Nathan came—again and again—into the beautiful Sally, he found no flaw in her logic. She loved him, and, he realized, he must love her back. How could he not? She was made for him. By him. Ideal. Perfect. If he didn’t love Sally, there was no hope to love anyone.

And as she screamed his name, begging him to keep going, Nathan decided that he didn’t want another reset. Sally had debugged love itself. And somehow she’d gotten it exactly right.

The end.