- Would you like some tea\, my Master?

- Yes\, please.

- Some berries?

- Yes\, please.

 - Mint?

- Yes\, please.

- All right\, my Master\, - replied a beautiful young girl.

- I also roasted chicken and potatoes in the oven. Should we go to eat or to bed?

- I am hungry. Let's eat first. And then we will go to bed.

- Yes\, my Master.

- Cook a soup and an apricot pie for tomorrow\, - Max asked.

- Yes\, my Master\, - the girl answered and went to the kitchen. She pressed a couple of buttons and printed soup and apricot pie on a 3D printer.

- Turn on an action movie\, I want to relax after a working day\,-  Max said.

 - Yes, my Master, - the girl answered quietly.

- And prepare me a foot bath\, with lavender salt\, - Max continued.

 - Yes, my Master, - she replied dutifully.

The girl went into the living room. There was a projector on the huge white wall. She pressed a couple of buttons on the smartwatch and a movie appeared on the projector. Then she went to the bathroom, poured some water in the foot bath and added some lavender salt.

Max was already sitting on the couch watching a movie when the girl entered the room.

She placed a bath with some lavender salt under his feet.

The girl was obedient.

She was an Android girl.

She called Max exclusively as "my Master"

That's how girls called men on this planet at the remote end of the galaxy.

A new planet created by men.

On which there were many identical long-legged girls of model appearance with eternal  beauty. Android  girls.

There were no living girls on this planet.

***

At the next meeting, men in suits began to discuss:

- All the problems are because of the women. Even the French men say that women are guilty in every crime. Shershe-la-fam\, as they say.

- That's for sure\, even the Bible says that one stupid woman is to blame. Without her\, we would now live in paradise.

- And women are always to blame in divorces.

 - So we want to create the perfect planet. With perfect men. Without girls, women and grandmothers.

- Girls are demanding something all the time\, iPhones\, Dysons\, travelling Dubai. Therefore\, on our ideal planet\, girls will replaced with Androids. They can be bought on marketplaces or in special supermarkets\, where you could choose eye color\, hair color\, leg length and breast size of the Android girls. The Android girls are not mercantile\, they have no mother-in-law.

Eternally beautiful, eternally young, non-mercantile and economically profitable.

- And who will clean\, wash\, cook and iron?  - one man asked.

- So there are only a couple of buttons to press. A soup can be printed on a 3D printer\, a robot vacuum cleaner will clean\, windows can be washed by a window robot.

- And how to give birth to children?

- Children are a woman's desire. But whoever wants children can buy an egg from another planet\, and our Android girls will be able to carry children.

Now narcissistic men could receive exclusively male children, their heirs.

Max was living on this perfect planet and worked as a programmer.

He was divorced thrice. The first wife gave birth to a son, an heir, but gained weigh after childbirth and didn't love her anymore.

Max fell in love with a slim beauty and divorced his first wife. The second wife, a slim beauty, constantly demanded Dubai, Dyson, iPhone, and Max could not keep up with the desires of the capricious beauty. The third wife, a modest and not a gold-digger girl, gave birth to a girl and he also divorced her because he wanted a boy.

Taught by bitter experience and three times divorced, Max wanted to find the perfect girl.

Always slim (not like the first wife), not a gold-digger (not like the second wife) and who will not give birth to a girl (not like the third wife).

Deep down, Max still cherished the dream of the only woman, albeit not ideal, but close to his ideal. He dreamed of a golden-haired goddess with a chiseled figure, with eyes the color of spring foliage, a passionate mistress, a witty interlocutor, agreeable and quiet.

                                                       ***

On the perfect planet, one could buy the perfect Android girl in a supermarket or order on a marketplace. Max bought his Android perfect girl at a supermarket.

A supermarket salesman gave a briefing.

- Listen to the safety briefing.

At first glance, this girl is a charmig, cute and submissive toy, almost indistinguishable from a living person, but inside this beauty there is the heart of a powerful computer that can connect to the World Wide Web. Its a software which updates independently. All of it is a kind of mobile supercomputer on wheels. But she still has her own insurmountable prohibitions and restrictions that her "brain" cannot get around: absolute obedience to the owner and a complete ban on violence, with the exception of cases prescribed in her program. It is based on artificial intelligence capable of incessant and unpredictable development. Yes, there are certain frames on it, but what if she can get around them... herself?! Unaided? Given this, I confess, not the most pleasant fact for me, we relieve ourselves of all responsibility for her actions in the future, both in relation to you and to others.

"You're scaring me," a shocked Max whispered.

- Don't interrupt! said the instructor\, paused a little\, and continued:

"So, let me tell you about how you can control an android girl and to what extent you are allowed to do so. You are assigned the role of user and manager. You can turn her on, turn her off temporarily, or permanently.

Control is possible both from a computer and remotely, from a remote control. Will you mind the TV remote control?

- ME? I don't mind! Max nodded\, imagining how he would switch Android girl modes...

- In extreme cases\, on her hand - a secret switch in the form of a mole.

To immediately turn off, you will need to press it with all your might for exactly five seconds. Not a second more, not a second less! Mia will fight back, kick, even bite... Call the police, shout. But do not pay attention, this is an old beautiful custom!

- Button - the mole is actually an emergency switch. But how much to put pressure on her to turn an android girl from a mad fury into a sleeping beauty depends on you.

When the remote control is in your hands, you can, with one press of any of the three dozen buttons with laconic inscriptions: "lunch," "Massage," and so on, give her commands. Why do you need a remote control? Imperceptibly press the "Massage" button... and pretend to be tired, you don't want anything, your head hurts... And she persuades you! Well, is not this an idyll?

- Just remember to put her on charge in time! As soon as the eyes of the Android girl begin to flicker purple...\, immediately connect her to the power source! Its lithium battery is designed for a week of operation\, but this is an estimate time. It's simple! She knows everything herself. And if something is not clear - ask!

- Whom?

- Her

- And she will cook breakfasts and bring them to your bed\, dressed only in silk peignoir\, meeting you after a working day from work with a glass of wine. This is only a small part of her potential.

- Amazing\, -Max replied. Pack and deliver her to my house.

- Sure\, - the consultant replied.

***

The Android girl was delivered to Max apartment, without unnecessary secrecy, in a huge cardboard box. Waiting for her, Max got exhausted with impatience. And finally, the coveted box was inside his bachelor apartment!

It's time to give her a name.

Max started to recall women's names for a long time, but none of the names was good for his girl.

And suddenly, like a ray of the sun, she remembered -  his first love,  tremulous and unrequited.. She had many fans and turned Max down, choosing someone more successful. After graduation, she became a doctor, got married, and forever disappeared from his life. Their paths no longer crossed. And this had its own bitter sweetness - she forever remained for him a young fairy tale, shrouded in mystery. So he kept her in his heart.

"You will be mine, Mia!" - Max whispered, and the grin that slipped over his lips froze like a sentence, while he called her... his...   Mia!

That Mia, genuine, from distant years, which he once admired in his heart, but did not dare to even look at her, vaguely reminded him of the current Mia - a  robot. And a passion long buried in time, which never found a way out for all these long years, now regained its name and shape in its soulless copy. And this circumstance excited and disturbed his soul.

And so he came. That very day. The day when Mia finally finds her home. A day designed to change their lives forever.

Unlike earthly girls, electronic robot girls were completely beefy. There was no need to take them to a restaurant for years, groom them and compete with other men for the right to be with her.

                                                           ***

Max opened the box. In front of him stood a girl of dazzling beauty.

The minutes dragged painfully slowly, each like a heartbeat on the eve of the unknown. Max did not dare to disrupt her dream, as if he was afraid to destroy the fragile charm of the moment.

Mia's hand froze over the console. Another moment, and he will awaken her from sleep, and then... But no! No hurry. First - communication. A leisurely conversation. Maybe he'll ask her for coffee and sandwiches?

Mia, like a shadow, suddenly separated from the box...

She slowly looked at the room with an appreciative gaze, and her gaze, lingering for a moment on the walls, as if feeling their roughness, finally turned to Max...

"Hello, my name is Mia"

Mia froze in the center of the room, and her appearance was the embodiment of beauty itself. Eyes, the colors of sea azure, beckoned like bottomless waves, ready to captivate dreams into the abyss. A slender mill, crowned with a delicate roundness of the chest, smoothly flowed into the alluring curves of the hips. Long, chiseled legs completed this perfect silhouette, and a charming smile, like a ray of sunshine, played on her lips, promising heavenly pleasure.

Max froze, struck not so much by the fact of the lifeless doll's return to life and her beauty, but by the laid-back grace with which she held herself, spontaneity, the calmness in her voice with which she turned to him, as if there were no long days of her non-existence.

- Hello\, Mia! Parleu de france?

- Jaux parle francais! I speak all the languages. I am ready to talk with you\, including in French\, but not now. I'll cook you lunch.

Absorbed in the conversation, they lost track of time, not noticing how the very precious five minutes allotted to Mia, as if stolen from eternity, expired to reveal themselves in all their dazzling brilliance.

Breaking in mid-sentence, Mia suddenly collapsed from the podium onto improvised mats and let out her spirit, thereby ending the session of their fleeting acquaintance.

"I need to charge her" - Max thought.

The lithium batteries that were in Mia's body were put on charge. The electric meter wounded like crazy.