>I miss Fang already. I know she will only be at that convention for two weeks, but even going one night without her feels wrong. >This should be even more wrong. Disgusting even... but I can't bring myself to go another night without something to hold onto >The website promised same-day delivery. I'm... not sure exactly how they can promise that, but the five-star reviews are all promising. >It isn't even dinner time before my doorbell rings. Delighted, I hurry to the door and swing it wide open. >On the other side is... clearly a dino. About a head's height shorter than me, wearing a cardboard box robot suit with pipe cables and drawn-on buttons. >"H-hello! I'm your mail-order wife robot! Please allow me to come in and show you a good time, m-master!" >Hold on... I recognize this voice... >"Stella?" >... >... >"...no?" >I rub the bridge of my nose and reach for the spray bottle I keep by the door for just such an occasion.