Steven, meet Steven

Sam woke up yesterday and was doing really well, but her memory had not returned. Steven was getting anxious for answers. He was good at playing a long game and was not worried about the time that had passed but he was ready to make a move. Steven decided that he would check out Sam's apartment to see if there were any clues there. The last time he was at her apartment was still fresh in his mind. He wondered about the stranger. Is he looking for Sam? Is he a part of this? Both thoughts made Steven bristle just a little bit. Steven parked out of view of the flat. He jogged up to the door and rang the door bell. There was no answer. He tried the door and it was unlocked. He immediately stepped though like he owned the place. If he looked around to see if other were watching him that would be more suspicious. He closed the door and let his eyes adjust to the dimness. Doing the mental work to alert all his senses Steven took a few steps away from the door moving cautiously. As Steven went to take another stop he heard foot steps coming up the sidewalk. He retreated to the door and waited. The person fidgeted with the lock mumbling something under their breath about doors not being locked and pushed the door open yelling "any one home?" Steven knew right away that this was not a danger and slipped his pistol back in its holster just realizing he did not noticed that he had drawn it. Steven put his foot out stopping the door before it could open more than a few inches. "I am here, sorry, I was taking a nap." He said, he knew it sounded weird but it was better than giving the landlord a heart attack by staring him down when the door was fully opened. He opened the door all the way and introduced himself as a friend of Sam's.

"I am the property manager that Sam hired to manage her house while she went to New York. I was coming to get things lined up to show to prospective tenants. I did not know she was letting people stay."

"Um, I am not staying, she was in an accident. I was coming to get her stuff for her and needed a quick nap. I will need a while to get her stuff and then you can do what you need to do."

Steven closed the door behind the property manager after saying he would be gone in an hour. Just as Steven turned around a man walked around the corner, Steven drew his gun again and demanded the man to stop. The man compliantly stopped.

"Who are you?" Steven demanded.

"I am Steven." The man responded and did not continue.

Steven did not know what to say and the guy did not intended to keep talking and he was strangely calm. As Steven's eyes adjusted to the dimness, he recognized it was the man from the couch that Sam was cuddled up with. With that thought, it crossed Steven mind to just shoot him now. It just seemed like an easier solution. "Who are you?" Steven demanded again, since the first attempt got nothing more than a name.

"I am Steven."

Again Steven thought about shooting him. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here."

Another statement that made Steven want to shoot him. "How do you know Sam?"

"I am Sam's companion."

Yet another statement that made Steven what to shoot him. Steven thought about putting the gun away but the other 'Steven' had two inches on him and about 50 pounds of muscle. Steven thought his odds were better with his gun drawn. The calmness of the guy with a gun pointed at him was unnerving to Steven. "Sam's companion?" Steven muttered more to himself?

"Yes, I am a designed human companion. Programed to learn and meet Sam's needs."

Steven momentarily forgot about the desire to shoot him. "A what?"

"I am designed to meet the emotional and physical needs of my human companion."

"Are you a robot?" Steven asked

"Technically speaking, yes."

"Prove it." The robot started playing back the conversation they had and made its eyes change from a blue to a bright red and then back to blue.

It dawned on Steven that he could legally shoot a robot. "Who named you?"

"Sam."

"Why did she name you Steven?"

"I think that is something you would have to ask Sam."

"A robot that keeps client confidentiality. I should shoot you." The robot did not respond to that and Steven put his gun away wondering how much he could trust this robot. As of right now he had a feeling that he should shoot it. Steven was not sure if the feeling was coming from his heart or head. Jealousy is a terrible companion.

Steven looked around the house and everything was clean. The only thing he found with personal items was a single full sized suite case and a carry-on that were sitting at the foot of the bed, and that damn robot that took a seat on the couch. It looked like Sam was ready to go and intended to come back for her things and the thing. Steven grabbed the bags and headed for the door. "Are you coming stupid? Let's go talk to Sam." Steven asked the robot as he walked by. The robot sat there with a look of intent listening and responded. "I can't leave without Sam". Steven walked out to the car and put the bag in the trunk hoping the robot would get the message and follow him, not that is what he wanted it to come but seemed like that was the thing Sam wanted.

Heading back to the house the robot was standing in the window watching him. The desire to shoot the robot came back. As Steven walked through the door the robot said "I can go now."

"Strange." Steven thought, "I wonder why he changed his mind. Like a robot can change its mind." The robot waddled to the car. It was not completely graceful, but got along pretty good for a robot. After the beast got in the car. Steven started driving back to the cottage. "Where are we going?" The robot implored. "The Ferndean Manor." Steven answered. Recognizing that this was the first question he asked Steven. Steven paused long enough to think about the word "he". Is it a he? Steven stole a glace at the robots shorts remembering it saying "physical needs."

"Have you slept with Sam?" Steven asked feeling the need to shoot the robot come back.

"You will have to ask Sam that question."

"I am not going to ask Sam that question. I can't believe I am having this conversation with a robot that looks like Dwayne Johnson." Steven shouted. "Where the hell did you come from?"

"You will have to ask my boss."

"Your what?"

"Sam. My boss Sam." If Steven ever saw a robot back peddle it was happening right now.

"No, Sam is your companion. Who is your boss?"

"You will have to ask Sam."

As they pulled up to the cottage, Steven realized that the bot got its story lined out and he was not going to get anything more out of it. Steven grabbed the bags and with the robot behind him they headed inside. Steven wanted put Sam stuff with her so he headed to her room while dumb dumb trailed behind him. Steven opened the door to Sam's room where she had been sitting and staring out the window. She turned, and when she saw them, she squealed in delight "Steven, you are back. I thought they took you away." Relief flooded Steven as he saw the recognition in her eyes. Everything was going to be okay. Sam bounded across the room. Steven dropped the bags and opened his arms while Sam ran right by him and jumped into the arms of the robot. "Really." Steven thought. He grabbed the grip of the concealed pistol and would have drawn the gun, pulled the trigger, and put a bullet right between those technicolor eyes if the robot was not literally holding Sam .

Steven was in the middle of thinking about the bullet piercing the face of the robot when his phone rang. He brought his phone out and it was Sam calling.