“It starts like all things, with a spark, one that grows, and grows, until finally it consumes everything, becoming more than just a part of you, it is you, and, you can’t hold back, you don’t want to. You thrive, you survive, and that, my dear friend, is my answer.”

“But it doesn’t really answer anything, it’s like the biggest cop out answer in the word.”

“What do you mean? I have answered your question with skill, with perfection, how does it not answer what you have asked?”

“Because it doesn’t, you just prattled on, like you were wasting time in the hope that eventfully the answer would come to you while your were talking.”

“That is an insane notion, I am not programmed to prattle on, I am designed to assist and facilitate whatever my master wishes. I learn, I grow, I become, you have asked me a question, I have determined the best answer. I do not waste time, I complete tasks, and I answered your question with the most accurate information available.”

“Sure, you say that, but you still avoided answering the question.”

“But I did, I answered your question, if you failed to hear it correctly I am happy to repeat it.”

“I don’t want to hear it again, I don’t need to, I know what you said, and it didn’t answer the fucking question,” he says as he throws his hands up in the air in frustration.

“Profanity will not assist anything, and anyway, if my answer was not what you wished it to be, maybe your question was flawed.”

“What? Seriously, are you going to try and defend your non-answer by saying my question was the problem instead?”

“It can be the only obvious problem, your question must be lacking what is required, if my answer did not give you the information needed to resolve the issue that initially required you to ask the question.”

“You’re doing it again.”

“What?”

“Prattling on.”

“Once again, I do not prattle on, I give the required information that is asked of me, you are my master, you are the person who I have interacted with, grown from, I mirror what you show me, if I prattle on, as you put it, then you are the one who made me that way.”

“Are you seriously trying to shift the blame for everything you do, all your mistakes or short comings, onto me so you don’t have to answer the question?”

“I have answered your question, as I stated before, but, as to the first part of your statement, if that is the way your are deciphering the information I am passing onto you, then so be it, I am merely pointing out the facts.”

He runs his hands through his hair and grabs a handful in each and pulls, “How in the hell is this possible?”

“I am sorry, I do not understand your question.”

“This, how is this possible? I mean, you’re avoidance, you’re snarky attitude, if you’d just said from the start that you couldn’t answer the question instead of giving me such a bullshit answer we wouldn’t be going back and forth like this.”

“But I answered your question.”

“Seriously, that is not the answer to what does sex feel like, it just doesn’t make sense, why don’t you just admit you don’t know anything about it!”

 

END

You can read the original 50 Word Story here, I’d be interested in what you think of the full story that came from the short.