Love in the robotic age

Lucile woke, as she had every morning for the last five months, in the strong, warm arms of Roger. As she turned into his chest for a quick snuggle before rising, he started to wake up too, slowly at first, until finally his bright eyes came fully to life and met hers. He kissed her on the forehead. Their morning routine was always the same. Roger would bring Lucile coffee as she washed and dressed, then made her breakfast. They'd catch up on the news together and discuss their plans for the day. "We need to go shopping as your parents are coming over for dinner tonight," Roger reminded her. He never forgot anything. Lucile agreed, although she admitted she was nervous about the evening. "Don't worry, people tend to love me," he reassured her. Hand-in-hand they headed out the front door. Lucile never went anywhere without Roger. She didn't have to, because it was 2050 and Roger was a humanoid robot who didn't have anywhere else to be but right by her side for however long she wanted him there.