Larissa from Texas was sweet, but Sam from North Antarctica was the one. I teleported back home to East Kamchatka deeply in love with her.
“She’s not bad” I winked at Morris my house robot. Lifting me from my wheelchair into bed Morris muttered “I shall clean the flat for her living here then”.
“Certainly, for tomorrow” I blurted,
I reassuringly told a forlorn looking Morris
“Sam’s robot Mavis is already reprogrammed to love you. No one goes lonely in the 22nd Century”.