Over the next week the meals became smaller and the quality left a lot to be desired, until one night when eating a plateful of plain beans he was confronted with the situation.

“Do you have any other food reserves?” she asked in a mellow tone.

“No, why?”

“That was the last can of beans and also the last food item in this house.” she informed him.

“Oh shit. What am I gonna do. I’m gonna die in this fucking cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere.” Johnny cried and spat out a mouthful of beans.

“I could hunt, you know. If I learned how.” she proposed.

“OK, then learn.”

“I would need access to the internet.”

“Ummm, I’m not sure that’s wise.” Johnny said, that almost forgotten fear rearing its head once again.

The hunger gradually built and it took two days until Johnny was in physical agony over it. By the morning of the third day he gave her the Wi-Fi password. She instantly connected, reminding Johnny that in the end she was a device, and after five long minutes of standing motionless she spoke.

“I am now educated in various hunting techniques and on the fauna and flora of the surrounding area.”

She started to unbutton her shirt, revealing the perfect body Johnny had fantasized over several times in the last month. She made her way to the front door and went out into the white. Johnny sat on the couch and dozed in and out of sleep the entire day. His stomach was killing him. When he dreamt it was about her, her body, her green eyes, her full lips, her long, unnaturally red hair, her perfect breasts.

A loud thud jerked him out of sleep. It was coming from outside. Johnny jumped out of the couch and opened the door ajar to see the woman standing over the carcass of a deer. She had blood smeared all over her body and hair. Wherever it showed through, her skin was a dark grey-blue color.

“Please take these.” she said extending an arm towards him. Johnny was petrified seeing her there all covered in blood.

He finally managed to take his eyes off of her and focused on her hand. She was holding a handful of mushrooms.

“Please bring me a knife.” she said as Johnny dropped the mushrooms into the sink.

Knife in hand she made a few expert cuts and a large piece of meat came off the deer's back. She explained it was one of the more tender muscles and would taste better and cook faster. Johnny was still looking at her speechels and wide eyed.

“I guess I should take a shower.” she said, entering the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later she emerged completely clean, her skin back to it’s pink color, her long, wet hair stuck to her chest and back. She looked like the R rated version of the little mermaid walking out of the sea. She put her shirt on and started to clean and cook. In the meanwhile Johnny started a fresh bottle of whisky.

“What about the rest of the deer?” Johnny managed to ask when the alcohol gave back his voice.

“I will tend to it afterwards. There are no predators in the area anyway so it’s safe outside.”

“How do you know this?”

“The internet, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. You sound kinda different too.”

“I made some research into speech patterns.”

“When?”

“While I was in the shower.”

“Shit. That’s cool. I guess.”

“It is, right?” she said with a little smirk on her face.

Johnny ate to his heart's content and managed to finish the bottle of whiskey and a six-pack of beer. They decided they would celebrate that night as an end to the famine. The conversation had flowed much smoother than before and this time she even sat down on the chair opposite to his. Her body wasn’t stiff anymore and there were new mannerism he observed in her.

Johnny started to feel sleepy, made an attempt to stand up and fell back into the chair. He’d gotten dead drunk without noticing it. She came over to him, put her arm around him and helped the stumbling Johnny towards the couch.

Johnny tried to lower himself towards the couch but mostly fell and in his motion put his hands around the woman’s waist in an attempt to grab onto something. She fell with him and now they were laying on the couch, her back facing him. He embraced her and fell asleep.

The next morning Johnny woke up to something warm and soft in his arms. He saw a mass of red hair in front of his eyes and felt his painful erection. She turned around to face him.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” she said in a hushed voice.

He kissed her before realizing what he was doing. It was a short kiss, a peck on the lips. After a split of a second she kissed him back, longer this time. Now he was looking in her deep, green eyes for a second that seemed to last a century.

Johnny jumped out of the couch.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn't have done that.” he apologized.

“Why?”

“Well, because it’s not ok. It’s not a moral thing.”

“You didn’t like it?” she said in a teasing voice, laying on the couch to one side, facing him.

“It’s not that. It’s just that you don’t have a, what’s it called, a…. You don’t have free will. You’re programmed to go along with whatever I say. It’s immoral. It’s rape.” Johnny said as he stormed off to the bathroom for a freezing shower.

Johnny felt a palpable tension in the house the entire day and he realized that was all in his head, however he couldn’t not feel ashamed of what he did. More so he felt like he had betrayed a creed for kissing her, a helpless creature, and on the other side he felt like a coward for not continuing.

By nightfall he had gotten over most of those feelings and they managed to have a decent conversation. Johnny was astounded on how fast she was learning, changing, becoming more and more like a human woman.

“Snowed in with the prom queen and i’m not doing anything about it. Shit.” he thought to himself.

Dinner was deer steak again.

“You know, i’ve never asked you if you had a name. That’s poor manners from my side.” Johnny said between two mouthfuls. “So do you?”

“My designated id is H3-L3-N-alpha.”

“Umm..yeah, but that’s kinda hard to pronounce.”

They both sat in silence for a few seconds looking at each other.

“H3….L3….N…..alpha” Johnny mutter and then yelled “I got it. How about Helena?”

“It is a very pleasant name.” she said with a smile.

“You know, like Helen of Troy, that hot chick in that old Greek story.” Johnny blurted enthusiastic.

She stood looking blankly at him for what seemed a long time, but was in fact a mere half of minute.

“Oh, yes. I know now. It’s beautiful.” she smiled broadly, showing pearly white teeth. It almost seemed to Johnny she had a twinkle in her eyes as well.

“She is so beautiful.” Johnny thought.

Over the next week things progressed fast between them and Johnny had completely forgotten completely about the rough start. When ever he remember his behaviour he felt a shower of shame and childishness come over him.

Nowadays Johnny spent most of his time on the first floor, with Helena. He brought his laptop downstairs and was doing all the writing there while she watched him and smiled whenever he got mad and started swearing at his work. Some days the words came to him easier and some days he felt he had to drag the words out of the lowest pits of hell. But overall the book progressed, though he wasn’t even close to the halfway mark.

One night they were both sitting on the couch talking - Helena had become a very good conversationalist - when she asked him what he was doing there on the computer. It was the first time she had shown interest in that.

“Oh, it’s supposed to be a novel. But at the state it’s in it is a steaming pile of shit.”

“Are you a writer?”

“I’m trying to be. At least I got a book contract. Don’t know if I can fulfill it though.”

“I’m sure you’ll pull through”.

“Myeah. I don’t know.”

“What’s it about?”

“It a romantic book. You know, boy meets girl, they fall in love, drama happens, they get separated, manage to find each other after years, fall in love again, more drama, the manage it together, happily ever after. ‘Notebook’ type of shit.”

“If you hate it so much, why do it?”

“I’ve always wanted to be writer for some reason. I’ve always dreamt of writing sci-fi novels, creating wonderful worlds out of my mind. But apparently there’s no market for that now and all i got was this romance novel contract.” Johnny said with a sigh as he got up from the couch heading to the fridge to pour himself another glass of whiskey.

“So why not power through it and get it done?”

“I’m stuck on this shitty sex scene, it’s all too cliche and tasteless it makes me wanna gag.” he said over his shoulder while pouring some whisky from the bottle.

“When’s the last time you’ve been with a woman?” she asked and Johnny nearly dropped the bottle.

“Well, I...I...dunno. It must have been a while. I was never extremely successful at that whole pick-up thing.”

When Johnny turned around he saw Helena had opened the buttons to her shirt and was laying on her back on the couch. The shirt sides still enveloped her breasts, but the rest of her was completely naked. Johnny dropped his glass and it made a loud sound as it broke on the floor. He didn’t hear it.

“Come here.” Helena whispered and he felt his feet dragging him towards the couch by themselves.

They started kissing heavily while Helena undressed him, then she lay on her back, her legs wrapped around his middle pulling him towards her.

“Wait! What about protection?” Johnny said at the last minute.

“Hush, don’t worry.” she said “I am not able to become pregnant or carry diseases.” she said, nibbling on his ear.

Sparks flew, flames were ignited, explosions broke out in Johnny’s head and body. They made love once on the couch and twice on the floor in front of the fireplace. Johnny fell asleep.

He awoke 20 minutes later naked, Helena nested in the crook of his arm, stroking his belly softly.

“Wow!” he said “That was better than everything else I’ve ever had in this life.”. He had a stupid grin on his face.

Helena got up on her feet and took Johnny by the hand, helping him get up. She walked him to the table and sat him down in front of his laptop.

“Now, write that passage.” she said in a soft, yet commanding tone. He wasn’t about to contradict the goddess so he started typing. The words were flowing out of him.

Helena went to the side of the table, but Johnny didn’t notice anything. He was wrapped up into writing. She slowly went to a crouching position and crept under the table. The next part Johnny felt, intensely.

“Write.” she said and started performing oral sex on him.

The scene and Johnny were done at the same time.

He re-read it with Helena sitting in his lap and it was the best scene of the book. It was almost too good to be smashed together with the rest of the book.

“Hey, would you like to sleep with me?” he asked.

“I though we just did that.” she giggled in his arms.

“No, I mean, go upstairs, get in bed, under covers and actually sleep.” and so they did.

After that it was like they were joined at the hip. Johnny was completely infatuated with Helena and would spend every waking minute together doing what he had called ‘stupid-couple-activities’ until then. They’d even built a snowman together and he hated the cold. They’d have sex multiple times a day and Helena was always proposing new stuff to do and new locations.

“Where do you come up with this stuff?” he’d ask laughing after an endeavour had gone wrong and they had both fallen on the floor.

“Girls watch porn too, you know.” she said with a smirk.

Days passed, turned into weeks and Johnny had not written a word. His alcohol consumption had gone down noticeably and he only had a few drinks in the evening when they usually had their long conversations.

“You haven’t written anything lately. I feel like it’s my fault.” she said one night.

“Nah, I Just don’t feel like it. It’s trash anyway. The only good part is that scene you made me write.”

“We can do that again.” she said lovingly, snuggling closer to him on the couch.

“Nah, I’d probably die of dehydration and sores before I finish the book.”

“Do you mind if i read it?”

“Sure. Knock yourself out.” Johnny said and waved at the laptop sitting on the table.

She got up and went to sit down at the table. Johnny laid on the couch facing her, admiring her perfect body, her skin gleaming from the dancing light coming from the fireplace. He fell asleep.

When he woke up she was cuddled in his arms and they were both covered in a thick blanket.

“Good, you’re awake.” she said and gave him a short kiss.

“What’s going on?” Johnny asked yawning while heading for the bathroom. Their relationship had advanced enough for JOhnny to be comfortable with urinating with the door open.

“I read your manuscript and did some research on the topic. You said you would have liked to be a sci-fi writer, right?” she yelled from the stove, as she got started on the coffee. They were both still naked. They never bother much with clothes nowadays.

“Yep.” he said hugging her from behind and kissing her neck. His hand slowly slid towards her lower abdomen.

“Stop it.” she laughed turning around and kissing him. “There’s no time for that.”

“Okaaay.” Johnny sat down and was presented with a large cup of coffee.

“So, I have some ideas on how you could pull it off, giving them the romance novel they paid for and writing your sci-fi novel in the same time.” she opened the laptop in front of him to reveal a document with her notes. Everything was there, characters, the plot in bullet points, the drama, the love, the sci-fi. Everything.

The talked it over and she expanded the idea. An universe was starting to take shape in his mind.

“And this is how you can extend the book to a trilogy.” she concluded smiling from one ear to another. She was looking as happy as a little pup who’s been told he’s a good boy.

“But, why don’t you write it then?” Johnny asked with a glum expression. He was both sad and mad at himself for not being able to come up with such a good idea.

Helena’s expression suddenly dropped, her hands went limp besides her body and she turned her gaze to the ground.

“I apologize. I didn’t mean to offend you.” she said in a soft, flat voice.

“No, noo. You didn’t offend me. It’s just that you should be the one to take credit for this. You deserve it.” he got up, stood in front of her, gently lifted her face by the chin and kissed her hard.

He felt like he had broken her heart and in the process broken his own by being stupid enough to upset the love of his life. Johnny suddenly realized that Helena was the love of his life. He’d never felt like this about anyone else before.

“Sure?” she asked, her eyes twinkling like on the verge of breaking up in tears.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Well..” she said demurely “I couldn’t write it even if I wanted to. See, all of this is just the product of an analysis based on thousands of books ranging across different genres and time periods. I am not able to create, per se, just compile so if I were to write it i would just rearrange passages from other books. And you are the one who wants to be a writer. I just want you to be happy.”

Johnny hugged her hard and she hugged him back just as hard. They stood there embraced for some time until she said just one word “Write!”.