"--And I need you to sign here . . ."

" . . . Done."

"Thanks, have a nice night."

"Oh, you too, thank you."

( y/n ) smiled thankfully as the mailman finally gave her the parcel she had been expecting for a few weeks now, nodding to her politely before he left to probably get into the elevator whilst it still worked. Stepping into her apartment and tucking the medium-sized parcel under her arm, ( y/n ) closed her door and hurried over to her living room before placing it on the table carefully. She looked at it in curiosity for a moment as she tried to figure out what it might look like, her Mother's version of a 'late birthday gift' not always the best kind of thing.

A kettle, a few coupons for a gym( typical of her ) and some panda slippers that she was currently wearing now were all different gifts from her over the years. However, she'd promised this time that she had got a more 'trendy' and 'nerdy' gift for her since after quite a while she had finally realised her daughter wasn't the fashionable makeup lover she had always wanted. But, this time she had at least tried to find something ( y/n ) liked and that was a definite improvement.

"You better not be a Wii Fit . . ." ( y/n ) muttered as she lifted the parcel up and examined it curiously, eyes narrowing as she saw the words 'Google Prototype' stamped onto the side of it. She could only hope her Mother hadn't clicked on some fake advertisement on Facebook and found a pretend money scheming website, but her Mother wasn't a complete moron . . . At least not when she wasn't on the computer.

After a moment of cautiously picking at the cardboard edges the package suddenly opened and caused ( y/n ) to fall backwards with a squeak and land on her behind, a tad surprised for a moment before she sat up and saw exactly what had came out of the parcel. It was a short man, with black hair that looked like it hadn't had a good cut in a while and flopped over to the left side of his face. A short sleeved blue shirt with a weird 3D-styled 'G' on the center and dark grey jeans were his only visible clothes aside from his black shoes. He also had quite ordinary black rimmed glasses, which assisted his slightly creepy yet enticing dark brown eyes as they stared rather intensely down at her. He had some short stubble and a closed mouth smile, one that sent shivers down ( y/n )'s spine as she looked up at him.

"Who are you?" She asked quietly, not really sure what to say to a logic defying Korean man who had popped out of a parcel her Mother had ordered for her. This had to have been from a pop-up advert.

"Google. The latest prototype, if you will." The man spoke smoothly with a surprisingly deep voice as ( y/n ) got to her feet, their eyes never moving from each other's gaze as she slowly processed what was happening here. It was then she saw something held by his side, glancing from it to this 'Google' man's face as she pondered whether or not this was completely insane or a dream. Either way, she could take her chances.

"Can I look at that?" ( y/n ) gestured cautiously to the object in his hand, causing him to move his neck and gaze down at his hand before turning to face her again with that human yet uniquely stoic smile.

"Of course." He spoke again in a friendly manner as his arm suddenly jutted forward, almost hitting ( y/n )'s stomach but missing by an inch or so as she quickly stepped back in surprise to the quick action. After a moments careful hesitation she reached one hand forward and delicately took the item from his hand, examining it curiously.

'A guidebook to Google . . .' She thought with a little less disbelief than before, the easily recognisable logo confirming that this was indeed one of their leaflets at least. Quickly flicking through, she noticed it had the basic commands you'd find on something like a voice-activated tv or iphone, but it was merely . . . Well, in human form. There were obvious necessities wrote down for it like eating and drinking, as well as surprisingly sleep( although it didn't appear to need this often ). Apparently it didn't need oxygen though, which kind of explained how it survived throughout the trip here. Observing the 'Google' man's face with some suspicion, ( y/n ) tried to understand exactly why this kind of model was needed. Weren't phones and tablets going too far already without human-appearances being added? Then again, there was Evie--

"Is there a problem here?" 'Google' suddenly asked with a slightly patronising tone as he moved his head at an angle, causing ( y/n ) to blink as she stopped daydreaming and took in what he'd said.

"No, it's fine. I just, um, didn't expect . . . 'You'. Sorry if that sounds rude." ( y/n ) apologised immediately as she figured she may have offended him specifically. He chuckled deeply, not appearing concerned.

"I'm not exactly one to judge. I'm a searching browser, so I can't say I'm allowed to judge people. That's kind of my job." He stated calmly, smirking at the very notion of himself being offended. He'd seen the worst of the worst, the most vile and disgusting people on the internet all filed into one . . . And let's not forget all the cat videos.

"Okay, that makes sense . . . So what exactly happens when someone buys this version of, uh, 'Google'?" ( y/n ) ran her fingers through her hair tiredly as she tried to figure this all out before she went to bed, beginning to wish she hadn't requested a late delivery out of laziness. 'Google' went silent for a moment, his expression going completely emotionless as he processed all needed information to answer her question.

"'Purchase of the Google Expansion Mark 3.8 Prototype entitles all customers to keep their product in working condition and allows them to all rights over what the product does, including the performing of tasks such as house cleaning, pet walking and internet research'.'" He explained quickly with a calm expression before it immediately turned to his previous creepy face after, causing ( y/n ) to go silent as she registered what he said and understood a majority of the technical language he said. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad . . .

( y/n ) rubbed her eyes as she glanced at the clock on her wall opposite her, groaning slightly as she realised how late it was and how much she couldn't wait to sort this all out . . . Tomorrow.

"Can I go to sleep and then read through all of this in the morning?" ( y/n ) asked 'Google' quietly, causing him to step ever so slightly closer; not that the woman in front of him noticed or cared. There was a certain serious look in his eyes that was a little intimidating despite this, which made her listen more carefully.

"If you give me Admin permission I can perform tasks for you, even as you sleep." He offered with a dark smile as a little button appeared in front of ( y/n ) so she could accept or decline the Admin permission. She thought for a moment before reaching forward, causing 'Google's chuckle to almost turn into a laugh before it instantly switched to shock as she clicked on decline.

"I'll read through all that stuff tomorrow, for now I need some sleep. Stay here for a minute." ( y/n ) shrugged as she stepped into her bedroom, staying there for a moment as 'Google' stood still in complete shock before she waddled back out of her bedroom with two pillows and a fluffy blanket. She shuffled over to the sofa and laid it all out properly before smiling quite sleepily back at 'Google' and waving her pajama sleeves towards the makeshift bed. His eyes narrowed in annoyance and he stepped over to it, moving in quite a robotic fashion as he sat down and awkwardly moved so his body was flat with his back on her sofa and his arms were stiff by his sides. Rolling her eyes, ( y/n ) pulled the blanket over him as any normal person would before jokily ruffling the still-grumpy man's hair.

"N'Night Google." She mumbled sleepily before walking off to her own room, dimming the lamp in the living room so he had some light it he needed it before closing her door and heading to bed. The last thoughts going through ( y/n )'s head as she slumped onto her mattress and pulled her blanket over herself for the night was quite simply her trying to figure out exactly how she had got into this mess with a Google-man sleeping on her sofa. Pondering over this, she slowly fell asleep, unaware of the planning going on in the room next door.

Maybe her Mother didn't have such a bad taste in presents.