Piccola Smith is done with the dating scene.

In reality. She's had it up her throat, dealing with heavily flawed men, and being tossed about like she meant nothing.

She knows her worth, and she isn't going to let any male put her down. So, she does the next-best thing. Get herself a battery-operated boyfriend.

The world is going global, and maybe, just maybe, technology might solve this little problem of hers.

But things go south when she mistakenly sends her new, technological boyfriend to her new boss.

Having him open it is scary enough, but having him deliver it to her? Disastrous. That's until he makes her a deal...