My brother is dating a "SEX BOT""Your brother made a sex robot."

"...What?

My mother told me through tears, "He built a sex bot, Tate." "He made a sex bot and is now in his room..."getting close to it."

"Didn't I say you were coddling the boy?" Dad yelled as he stormed into the living room. How often? But you had to let him play Pokémon all day while sitting on his behind. You did great, he's now fucking one of them."

My parents first thought to call me because Nate and I had always been close. As kids, we loved to climb trees on the weekends and compete for the "Mario Kart championship," a belt we made from glue, cardboard, and extra glitter. Because we were six years apart in age, I could never help him with his social problems. He switched schools three times, mostly because of mean kids, and by the time he was 23, he had never been on a date. In their three-bedroom house, where he lived with our parents, he locked himself in his room and shut himself off from the outside world.

Twenty minutes of scratching my head later, I still didn't understand what was going on. I went up. Behind a door with Doctor Who pictures on it, Nate was sitting at his desk with cartoon figures all around him. He was taller than me, even though we both had our mom's dirty blonde hair and dimples. He was a little overweight, but the bulk under his clothes made him look like he used to play rugby.

"All right, what the hell's going on?"