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Too Much of a Good Thing

2022-11-08T15:46:57Z

D.Olivaw:

''Here's a light little malfunction story I just finished. The technological context is retro-futuristic, befitting the rocketpunk setting, so the fembots are more like something from Star Trek: TOS rather than an extension modern, real life computers or robots.''

Cace paused only a few steps inside the shop. The door slid shut behind him, closing out the orange glare of Lamont’s sun and the crackling roar of an ascending ship. The barest hint of a smile creased his face as he realized why he’d stopped—unlike the many identical doors he’d passed through in the last week, this one had closed without a gritty squeal. He’d become so used to the sound that its absence had seemed strange.

He took in the interior of the shop as his eyes adjusted, his gaze falling first on the humanoid robots that stood like a rank of silent metal soldiers along one wall before continuing on to the more diversely shaped utility models at the back of the room. Parts and service supplies were tidily arranged on shelving that covered most of the remaining wall-space. The air smelled of metal and rubber, with hints of oil and chemicals.

“Hello. Can I help you?” asked an elderly, white-haired man from behind a sales counter to the right of the entrance.

“New door?” Cace asked.

The old man smiled, his blue eyes twinkling beneath bushy eyebrows. “No, just have to clean it all the damn time. Otherwise dust gets in; the fine stuff that blows in from the desert. Hell on machinery.”

“I guess that would be a problem for–“ Cace gestured towards the merchandise. He only now noticed that the thin whitish film that seemed to cover almost everything on Lamont was absent here. “Good for business, though?”

“Good and bad. People aren’t as quick to buy a ‘bot if they think they’re going to spend a bundle on replacement bearings and service.” He stared at Cace for a moment. “But what can I do for you, spacer?”

Cace laughed. “That obvious? What gave me away?”

The old man put his palms on the counter and leaned forward. “No, not too obvious, ‘least from what I’ve seen. Guess it takes one to know one. Misspent the better part of my youth on one tramp or another.”

“Contract courier, myself,” Cace said, walking over to stand in front of the counter, “solo ship, which I guess brings me to the point. I spend a lot of time in hyperspace. Lately I’ve been thinking it might be nice to have someone to keep me company. But, even leaving aside all the other complications, there’s no life support margin on a courier ship for a second crewmember.”

“Solo ship on the long drop, huh? Tough line of work.” He extended his hand and Cace gave it a firm shake. “I’m Joe by the way. Well…” he looked expectantly at Cace.

“Cace”

“Well, Cace, I think I might be able to help. I don’t carry that kind of unit new, not much demand in the local market. Did pick up a used one a while back if you want to take a look. That okay by you?”

“I’ve got nothing against it in theory.”

Joe stepped out from behind the counter. “Follow me,” he said, and led Cace through a door in the back, into a compact but neat, well-equipped work area. He went to one corner and pulled away some textured plastic sheeting, revealing a figure seated on a cushioned stool. “This is Rhea.”

She sat in an erect position, face forward, eyes shut, hands resting in her lap. Her dark, feathery hair framed a heart-shaped face whose features were at once striking and softly feminine.

Cace forgot for a moment to maintain his buyer’s detachment. “She’s beautiful.”

“Yes… and unique.”

“Oh?”

“Well, as near as I can make out, she’s a custom job. Standard components, design’s not too exotic, but there are a lot of peculiarities.” Joe tapped his temple, “definitely optimized for high performance. Extra cognitive circuitry, and looped up and down across multiple layers. Problem with that is– ”

“Unpredictable. Finds ways around her behavioral limiters. Out-thinks her directives.”

Joe’s face un-crinkled in surprise. “Right on the nose. You know robotics?”

“Some. A solo ship’s autopilot is a high-functioning robot, minus the social layer. Same general idea and a lot of the same hardware. When things break out there I can’t exactly call up a repairman; I have to be able to fix, or at least jury-rig, everything that’s not at the hot-end.”

Joe nodded. “I suppose that makes sense. It answers my next question, too.”

“No manuals for a custom job, huh?”

“Right again, though I’ve done what I can, and with all that extra gear crammed in there she’ll need extra TLC to stay running.”

Cace thought for a few moments before asking, “where’d you get her?”

Joe shrugged. “Salvage. A ship set down a few months ago after stripping a derelict in uninhabited space. They sold all the high-value and bulk items at the high-station but they couldn’t find a buyer for a beat-up, non-functioning android with flashed memory banks. Came planetside to see if they could unload her, and I obliged.”

“But she works now?”

Joe didn’t answer. Instead, he took a small screwdriver from one of his pockets. He carefully inserted it into Rhea’s ear, pushed until there was a distinct click, and slid it out again.

Nothing happened for a moment and Cace raised an eyebrow. He was about to ask if something was wrong when a mechanical-sounding chattering came from inside Rhea’s chest. After a few seconds it gave way to a quiet hum. She opened her eyes and smiled kindly.

“Hi, Joe. Is it time for more tests?” she asked the old man, then noticed Cace’s presence. “Oh, hello. Who are you?” The shift from bonhomie to surprise in her warm, silvery voice was smoother and more lifelike than anything Cace had ever heard from a robot.

“I’m Cace,” he said, offering his hand.

Rising, she took it in both of hers. “I’m Rhea.” She looked from Cace to Joe and back, then tilted her head. “Are you going to be my new owner?”

Joe started to speak but Cace interrupted. “I think I am.”

~

“This is so interesting. Joe never worked on me while I was awake.” Rhea looked down into the dizzying arrangement of circuit-card racks, wires, and housings that Cace had slid partway out of her chest. Her eyes flicked from component to component with inhuman speed and precision, stopping to register each for a split second before moving on.

“Mmhm, it’s not a good idea to actually work on stuff when it’s live, but I’m just making some adjustments. I wanted you switched on to make sure everything behaves the way I expect.” Cace’s attention was fixed on a notebook that lay on the table next to where Rhea sat, nude, her chest swung open like a pair of double-doors. Joe had handed over a stack of them before they’d left his shop. They were crammed full of his small, neat handwriting and precise diagrams, recording everything the elderly roboticist had learned about Rhea during the process of rebuilding her.

They were in the living area of the spaceport hotel suite Cace had reserved for the remainder of his stay, figuring it would better suit the two of them than the single, bare-walled room that had sufficed for business alone. The suite was well-worn, even a bit dingy, but there was as much hot water as he cared to soak in and a big, soft bed. Neither would be the case once he was back to his day job of thumbing Albert Einstein in the eye.

“Oh, here it is,” Cace said. He leaned in to take a close look at the side of one of the electronics racks. A metal plate was mounted flat over some circuitry there, its surface drilled through with a matrix of more than a dozen small holes. The holes were each labeled with a minuscule, cryptic abbreviation inked onto the metal above them.

Rhea stretched her neck to see. “What’s that?”

“Gain adjustments for your different sensory modules,” Cace said, drawing a tool from a small case on the table. It was like a small screwdriver with an oddly-shaped tip. He checked something in the notebook before inserting the end of the tool into one of the holes and turning it slightly.

“Oh!” Rhea said, planting her hands on the table to either side of herself as though to keep from falling. “That’s different.”

Cace leaned back and watched her lean cautiously from side to side a few times before he answered. “I’m boosting and fine-tuning your balance and proprioceptive sensitivity. Not so useful now, but on a ship you’ll be dealing with a lot of varying accelerations. I can’t give you a spacer’s poise, but it should be enough to keep you from falling over.”

“Thanks,” Rhea said, sitting straight again. “So that was balance. What do all these other ones do?”

Cace beamed. Rhea listened raptly as, with frequent glances at the notes, he walked Rhea through the function of each adjustment point. In the back of his mind, he realized that he was happier than he had been in years. He hadn’t realized until now how desperate he’d been for some– he stopped short. The phrase that had come to mind was “genuine human companionship.” He abruptly shunted that train of thought onto a siding and got on with completing the adjustments.

The job finished, Cace slid each of the racks back into place inside Rhea’s body and swung the two halves of her chest closed. They latched with a couple of spring-loaded clicks, and he carefully worked the polarized edges of her skin back together until the seams were nigh imperceptible. As he moved his hands away, he accidentally brushed one of her nipples.

“Ohh,” she sighed.

The two stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Wordlessly, Cace cupped Rhea’s breasts in his hands; she leaned forward into the touch. They kissed as he lifted and pressed her breasts back against her body, eliciting a soft groan that peaked in a little cry when he gently squeezed one of her nipples. He paused and looked questioningly at her.

“That felt very good,” she answered, “I’m sorry, am I being too loud? You could turn down my sensitivity.”

Cace shook his head. “ I love hearing you enjoy yourself. The more the better.”

“Speaking of more,” she said, pressing the heel of her hand into his growing bulge, “you should take off your pants.”

“Bed,” Cace said.

He took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

~

Cace was closing the last clasp on his shirt when Rhea came out of the bathroom. “Going somewhere?”

“Yes, I got a call while you were cleaning up. I have to go meet someone about a potential cargo; very high value, but the timing’s iffy. I’ll be back in an hour or two.”

“Anything you want me to do while you’re out?”

Cace thought for a moment. “No, but after I get back why don’t we go out together and pick up some clothes and stuff for you.”

“That sounds like fun. Alright then, head out. I’ll keep myself busy.” She smiled with a hint of mischievousness that, when it penetrated Cace's conscious mind halfway to the door, almost made him turn around.

He shook off the worry and left.

As soon as the door closed behind Cace, Rhea went back out to the living area, to the table with the notebook and tools.

With swift efficiency, she used one tool to depolarize her seams and another to unlock the latches of her chest panels. Sliding out only the rack she needed, she inserted the oddly tipped screwdriver into the adjustment hole for her main erogenous sensory inputs.

“Hm. How much? Maybe just a little to start with?” She said out loud. Potentials representing several different plans coursed through her circuitry before, weighted against relevant memory inputs, only one entered her execution stack. “He did say ‘The more the better.’” She cranked the setting as far as it would go and did the same for several others.

When the deed was done she put down the adjustment tool and pushed her chest panels closed. She gasped at the amplified sensation of even that casual touch, and switched in a dampening coil. “Have to be careful,” she said as she resealed her skin. Every caress was as potent now, unmediated by dampening, as Cace’s toying with her nipples had been before.

She put the tools away and started back to the bedroom but stumbled the moment her thighs brushed past each other. She moaned as her sexual response circuitry lit up, triggering execution signals that sent a hand moving towards one of her breasts. With difficulty, she overrode the impulse, and threw in two more dampening coils. Simulating the sound of a deep, ragged breath, she made it to the bedroom and picked her panties up off the bureau.

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she bent to step into them. “Hmm,” she said, and pursed her lips. That was a mistake, as her thoughtful expression twisted into one of unbridled lust. A stab of almost orgasmic pleasure coursed through her when she unthinkingly bit her lower lip. She cried out, throwing in her last dampening coil, and forced herself to remain stock still in her current, awkward, half-bent position until the last of the offending potentials had dissipated.

The situation seemed manageable again as she pulled her underwear up. The dampening coils were technically supposed to be an emergency fallback, but Rhea thought that it would make a nice surprise for Cace when she switched them out one by one during their next bout of lovemaking. She carefully avoided pulling the panties too snug, and fastened on her bra without any great difficulty.

Picking up her pants, she took a few steps backward and gingerly sat down on the bed to put them on. Despite the care, her eyes went wide and a ragged moan escaped her mouth. She ground her bottom into the mattress, rocking her hips forward to bring her pussy into contact with the surface. Even amplifying her logic circuits’ signal enough to render it almost meaningless failed to stop the motion.

Lubricant soaked through the front of her panties as she helplessly squeezed her breasts. “Ohh, this is not good!” she said as one of the dampening coils died with a loud pop. Another burned out a few seconds later.

Rhea’s whole body shuddered when she inevitably orgasmed, and kept shuddering as that orgasm didn’t end. Circuitry designed to be active for seconds at a time was growing dangerously hot under the continuous, extreme load. The sound of her panting only partly obscured a low, ominous hum.

She fought her way back into control of one hand and used it to pry the other from where it was frantically kneading her breast. That relieved some of the strain, but then the remaining dampeners popped almost simultaneously. Both hands plunged towards her crotch and she began furiously rubbing herself through the sodden fabric of her panties.

She screamed, the sound becoming harsh and metallic as the signals surging into her voicebox exceeded its capacity. Her body jerked to the sound of a sharp crackle of electricity, followed by a set of hisses and pops that sounded like frying bacon. Amid the chaos of overloaded electronics, her logic and directive circuitry momentarily reasserted their primacy. She lurched to a standing position.

“This was a—ungghhh—bad idea,” she said, her voice edged with distortion. She took a halting step forward, then another. One hand was still working away at her clitoris, directly now, having worn a hole through the panties. Her other arm hung bent by her side, stiffly juddering between conflicting commands. “Need to… adjust down.”

Staggering back to the impromptu work-table, Rhea guided the hand that was under her control to seize the wrist of the other and pry it from her crotch. Motor strained against motor, adding to the ensemble of damaging-sounding noises already coming from within her. Success fed success, though, and as the stimulus faded so did the whining of overtaxed servos. Capable of some degree of fine motor control again, she wasted no time in reopening her seams and panels.

“What did I do to myself?” she said when the smoke had cleared enough to see the extent of her damage.

Sparks intermittently flashed in the dark cavity, revealing burst and burnt electrical components, blackened circuit-cards, and melted insulation. The only positive aspect was that the damage had left her really critical systems, memory banks and logic and personality circuitry, almost unscathed.

“I am in so much trouble,” she said, realizing that there was no way she could set things right before Cace returned.

If she couldn’t set things right, then the next best thing was to prevent more damage, she concluded, and set about sliding out the appropriate rack and trying to guide the adjustment tool into the proper ports despite the shaking of her hands.

“Alright, you, get in… there,” she said, her hand wobbling at the last moment so that the tip went into the precisely wrong hole. She pulled it out and tried again, more slowly, but the slower she went the worse the shaking seemed to get and the tool merely scraped the metal surface and pranged off the edges of several holes. The next several attempts fared no better.

She changed her strategy and tried to steady one hand with the other. Slowly, she brought it closer and closer, carefully cancelling each motion. She suppressed every extraneous signal, focusing everything she had on the vital task. A triumphant smile crept into her determined expression when she was mere millimeters from success. At that moment, her arm brushed the outward-pointing nipple of one of her open chest panels.

“Unhhh,” she moaned. Fresh sparks flew. Her hands jerked, and she countered the motion. The offending signal cut out abruptly, and her correction became an overcorrection, thrusting the tip of the adjustment tool neatly through one of the cooling slots of her directive adjudication module.

Blue-white light flashed from the module’s openings. It crackled angrily and seeped white smoke. Rhea’s hands dropped limply to her sides, leaving the tool where it had jammed. A tremor passed across her face and she shook her head as though clearing an unpleasant thought.

“Ugh, what am I doing? I need to recharge.” She turned and made it a few steps to the bedroom where Cace had left her cable plugged into the suite’s sole high-voltage outlet. She stopped halfway there and blinked rapidly for a moment. “What am I talking about? I have hours of battery left. I need to get these settings turned down.”

She returned to the table. “Now where did I leave that… oh!” she said, noticing the projecting handle. She tried to remove it but her touch only brought forth a sizzling buzz from the module it was lodged in.

“How is it taking me so long to put on a pair of pants?” she asked, rolling her eyes, and headed back to the bedroom.

When she sat down on the bed to resume the task of dressing herself, Rhea’s systems spat a few weak sparks. She made a pleased noise and threw her head back. “Mmm, Cace, I can’t wait for you to get back,” she said, massaging her breasts as well as she could in their unorthodox position. The pressure pushed the panels partway closed again, pushing the extended rack back in and jostling the handle of the adjustment tool.

“Ugh, he’ll definitely be mad if my battery’s dead when he gets… when he gets… when he… what was I—” Her body jerked as a loud pop and flash of light emanated from between her chest panels.

She stood up stiffly, sat down in the same place, and stood up again. “This was a bad idea,” she said, “I need to turn my sensitivities down.”

She re-opened her panels and succeeded in pulling the tool free, then froze as fat, white sparks burst from all the cooling vents of the damaged module, followed by thick, grey-tinged smoke.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, Cace, come back soon, I’m in so much trouble.” She dropped the tool and tried to grope one of her breasts, but because of the open panel thrust her hand into a stack of logic-cards, instead. The cards cracked and their mountings’ intricate wiring tore as she pushed and grasped, seeking sensory feedback that never came.

“What did I do to myself?” she asked, smiling innocently “I need to turn my sensitivities dow-dow-dow—how did I let my batter-ter-ter-ter—how did I let my sensitivities get so low? I need to turn them up.”

Rhea ceased mangling the logic stack and bent down to pick up the adjustor. “Let me just take care of this before Cace gets back,” she said, pulling out the rack with the adjustment panel. She missed her first try with gusto, gouging the tip of the tool into the surface of the board practically everywhere but the perforated plate. Finally, on the third or fourth attempt, she succeeded in her quest. With a sharp twist of her wrist, she turned the already-maxed adjustment so hard that it broke free of its connections.

“There weee goooo,” she said proudly, her pitch dropping grotesquely as sparks blossomed among some of her only undamaged circuitry, “allllll doooooooooooonnnnnnnnne.”

Rhea sank to a sitting position on the bed and folded slowly forward as the last word trailed from her dying voicebox. Bits of metal and ceramic tinkled to the floor alongside fragments of crushed logic board. Torn wiring hung down from her chest in a multi-colored tangle. Finally, as her joints progressively relaxed, she slid off the edge of the bed and landed facedown, her bottom sticking awkwardly up into the air.

~

Cace mechanically worked through his pre-flight checklist. At least a nighttime departure meant he hadn’t had to deal with the beating heat of Lamont’s sun, one of a list of this planet’s displeasures he hoped to never endure again. Displeasures and disappointments seemed to be the chief amenities it foisted on weary travelers.

While waiting for clearance to disconnect from a service umbilical, his eyes fell on the lines and circles of twinkling lights that stretched away towards the horizon outside the visiplas panes of the control deck. His sour expression softened. Even in his current mood, the beauty of a spaceport at night was something to be treasured.

The clearance came and he finished the remainder of the checklist. After testing his harness, he flicked an intercom switch on his lap-panel. “All strapped in down there?”

“Just like you showed me,” Rhea’s voice came back, rendered tinny by the intercom.

“Just like I showed you? No innovations?”

“Hey, I’ve learned my lesson,” she responded, her wounded pride detectable despite the imperfect audio.

“Yeah, after making poor old Joe and me stay up for a week and a half of late nights piecing you back together,” Cace said under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, just talking to myself. Hold tight. Only a few minutes to go.”

Cace flipped the switch back to OFF. Lamont hadn’t been ''all'' disappointment, and certainly not all displeasure, even if his stop here had put him into the red. Feast and famine was hardly a novelty for an independent operator, though, and considering more than just what was in his hold or his bank accounts, he felt he might yet come out ahead.

The 10 second “up-ship” chime sounded from the intercom and Cace nestled down into his well-worn seat. The 5 second klaxon hooted, almost drowned out by the baritone of the big propellant pumps down below. Their familiar vibration carried up through the hull and the mountings of Cace’s seat, and told him they were running well-balanced and true. Then the drive lit off and he felt himself pressed down as the ship leapt towards the black zenith. Fighting the acceleration that tugged his face back, he broke into a grin.

THE END

Too Much of a Good Thing

2020-12-31T02:45:49Z

D.Olivaw:

Too Much of a Good Thing

2020-12-31T02:45:13Z

D.Olivaw:

''Here's a light little malfunction story I just finished. The technological context is retro-futuristic, befitting the rocketpunk setting, so the fembots are more like something from Star Trek: TOS rather than an extension modern, real life computers or robots.''

Cace paused only a few steps inside the shop. The door slid shut behind him, closing out the orange glare of Lamont’s sun and the crackling roar of an ascending ship. The barest hint of a smile creased his face as he realized why he’d stopped—unlike the many identical doors he’d passed through in the last week, this one had closed without a gritty squeal. He’d become so used to the sound that its absence had seemed strange.
He took in the interior of the shop as his eyes adjusted, his gaze falling first on the humanoid robots that stood like a rank of silent metal soldiers along one wall before continuing on to the more diversely shaped utility models at the back of the room. Parts and service supplies were tidily arranged on shelving that covered most of the remaining wall-space. The air smelled of metal and rubber, with hints of oil and chemicals.
“Hello. Can I help you?” asked an elderly, white-haired man from behind a sales counter to the right of the entrance.

“New door?” Cace asked.

The old man smiled, his blue eyes twinkling beneath bushy eyebrows. “No, just have to clean it all the damn time. Otherwise dust gets in; the fine stuff that blows in from the desert. Hell on machinery.”

“I guess that would be a problem for–“ Cace gestured towards the merchandise. He only now noticed that the thin whitish film that seemed to cover almost everything on Lamont was absent here. “Good for business, though?”

“Good and bad. People aren’t as quick to buy a ‘bot if they think they’re going to spend a bundle on replacement bearings and service.” He stared at Cace for a moment. “But what can I do for you, spacer?”

Cace laughed. “That obvious? What gave me away?”

The old man put his palms on the counter and leaned forward. “No, not too obvious, ‘least from what I’ve seen. Guess it takes one to know one. Misspent the better part of my youth on one tramp or another.”

“Contract courier, myself,” Cace said, walking over to stand in front of the counter, “solo ship, which I guess brings me to the point. I spend a lot of time in hyperspace. Lately I’ve been thinking it might be nice to have someone to keep me company. But, even leaving aside all the other complications, there’s no life support margin on a courier ship for a second crewmember.”

“Solo ship on the long drop, huh? Tough line of work.” He extended his hand and Cace gave it a firm shake. “I’m Joe by the way. Well…” he looked expectantly at Cace.

“Cace”

“Well, Cace, I think I might be able to help. I don’t carry that kind of unit new, not much demand in the local market. Did pick up a used one a while back if you want to take a look. That okay by you?”

“I’ve got nothing against it in theory.”

Joe stepped out from behind the counter. “Follow me,” he said, and led Cace through a door in the back, into a compact but neat, well-equipped work area. He went to one corner and pulled away some textured plastic sheeting, revealing a figure seated on a cushioned stool. “This is Rhea.”

She sat in an erect position, face forward, eyes shut, hands resting in her lap. Her dark, feathery hair framed a heart-shaped face whose features were at once striking and softly feminine.

Cace forgot for a moment to maintain his buyer’s detachment. “She’s beautiful.”

“Yes… and unique.”

“Oh?”

“Well, as near as I can make out, she’s a custom job. Standard components, design’s not too exotic, but there are a lot of peculiarities.” Joe tapped his temple, “definitely optimized for high performance. Extra cognitive circuitry, and looped up and down across multiple layers. Problem with that is– ”

“Unpredictable. Finds ways around her behavioral limiters. Out-thinks her directives.”

Joe’s face un-crinkled in surprise. “Right on the nose. You know robotics?”

“Some. A solo ship’s autopilot is a high-functioning robot, minus the social layer. Same general idea and a lot of the same hardware. When things break out there I can’t exactly call up a repairman; I have to be able to fix, or at least jury-rig, everything that’s not at the hot-end.”

Joe nodded. “I suppose that makes sense. It answers my next question, too.”

“No manuals for a custom job, huh?”

“Right again, though I’ve done what I can, and with all that extra gear crammed in there she’ll need extra TLC to stay running.”

Cace thought for a few moments before asking, “where’d you get her?”

Joe shrugged. “Salvage. A ship set down a few months ago after stripping a derelict in uninhabited space. They sold all the high-value and bulk items at the high-station but they couldn’t find a buyer for a beat-up, non-functioning android with flashed memory banks. Came planetside to see if they could unload her, and I obliged.”

“But she works now?”

Joe didn’t answer. Instead, he took a small screwdriver from one of his pockets. He carefully inserted it into Rhea’s ear, pushed until there was a distinct click, and slid it out again.

Nothing happened for a moment and Cace raised an eyebrow. He was about to ask if something was wrong when a mechanical-sounding chattering came from inside Rhea’s chest. After a few seconds it gave way to a quiet hum. She opened her eyes and smiled kindly.

“Hi, Joe. Is it time for more tests?” she asked the old man, then noticed Cace’s presence. “Oh, hello. Who are you?” The shift from bonhomie to surprise in her warm, silvery voice was smoother and more lifelike than anything Cace had ever heard from a robot.

“I’m Cace,” he said, offering his hand.

Rising, she took it in both of hers. “I’m Rhea.” She looked from Cace to Joe and back, then tilted her head. “Are you going to be my new owner?”

Joe started to speak but Cace interrupted. “I think I am.”

~

“This is so interesting. Joe never worked on me while I was awake.” Rhea looked down into the dizzying arrangement of circuit-card racks, wires, and housings that Cace had slid partway out of her chest. Her eyes flicked from component to component with inhuman speed and precision, stopping to register each for a split second before moving on.

“Mmhm, it’s not a good idea to actually work on stuff when it’s live, but I’m just making some adjustments. I wanted you switched on to make sure everything behaves the way I expect.” Cace’s attention was fixed on a notebook that lay on the table next to where Rhea sat, nude, her chest swung open like a pair of double-doors. Joe had handed over a stack of them before they’d left his shop. They were crammed full of his small, neat handwriting and precise diagrams, recording everything the elderly roboticist had learned about Rhea during the process of rebuilding her.

They were in the living area of the spaceport hotel suite Cace had reserved for the remainder of his stay, figuring it would better suit the two of them than the single, bare-walled room that had sufficed for business alone. The suite was well-worn, even a bit dingy, but there was as much hot water as he cared to soak in and a big, soft bed. Neither would be the case once he was back to his day job of thumbing Albert Einstein in the eye.

“Oh, here it is,” Cace said. He leaned in to take a close look at the side of one of the electronics racks. A metal plate was mounted flat over some circuitry there, its surface drilled through with a matrix of more than a dozen small holes. The holes were each labeled with a minuscule, cryptic abbreviation inked onto the metal above them.

Rhea stretched her neck to see. “What’s that?”

“Gain adjustments for your different sensory modules,” Cace said, drawing a tool from a small case on the table. It was like a small screwdriver with an oddly-shaped tip. He checked something in the notebook before inserting the end of the tool into one of the holes and turning it slightly.

“Oh!” Rhea said, planting her hands on the table to either side of herself as though to keep from falling. “That’s different.”

Cace leaned back and watched her lean cautiously from side to side a few times before he answered. “I’m boosting and fine-tuning your balance and proprioceptive sensitivity. Not so useful now, but on a ship you’ll be dealing with a lot of varying accelerations. I can’t give you a spacer’s poise, but it should be enough to keep you from falling over.”

“Thanks,” Rhea said, sitting straight again. “So that was balance. What do all these other ones do?”

Cace beamed. Rhea listened raptly as, with frequent glances at the notes, he walked Rhea through the function of each adjustment point. In the back of his mind, he realized that he was happier than he had been in years. He hadn’t realized until now how desperate he’d been for some– he stopped short. The phrase that had come to mind was “genuine human companionship.” He abruptly shunted that train of thought onto a siding and got on with completing the adjustments.

The job finished, Cace slid each of the racks back into place inside Rhea’s body and swung the two halves of her chest closed. They latched with a couple of spring-loaded clicks, and he carefully worked the polarized edges of her skin back together until the seams were nigh imperceptible. As he moved his hands away, he accidentally brushed one of her nipples.

“Ohh,” she sighed.

The two stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Wordlessly, Cace cupped Rhea’s breasts in his hands; she leaned forward into the touch. They kissed as he lifted and pressed her breasts back against her body, eliciting a soft groan that peaked in a little cry when he gently squeezed one of her nipples. He paused and looked questioningly at her.

“That felt very good,” she answered, “I’m sorry, am I being too loud? You could turn down my sensitivity.”

Cace shook his head. “ I love hearing you enjoy yourself. The more the better.”

“Speaking of more,” she said, pressing the heel of her hand into his growing bulge, “you should take off your pants.”

“Bed,” Cace said.

He took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

~

Cace was closing the last clasp on his shirt when Rhea came out of the bathroom. “Going somewhere?”

“Yes, I got a call while you were cleaning up. I have to go meet someone about a potential cargo; very high value, but the timing’s iffy. I’ll be back in an hour or two.”

“Anything you want me to do while you’re out?”

Cace thought for a moment. “No, but after I get back why don’t we go out together and pick up some clothes and stuff for you.”

“That sounds like fun. Alright then, head out. I’ll keep myself busy.” She smiled with a hint of mischievousness that, when it penetrated Cace's conscious mind halfway to the door, almost made him turn around.

He shook off the worry and left.

As soon as the door closed behind Cace, Rhea went back out to the living area, to the table with the notebook and tools.

With swift efficiency, she used one tool to depolarize her seams and another to unlock the latches of her chest panels. Sliding out only the rack she needed, she inserted the oddly tipped screwdriver into the adjustment hole for her main erogenous sensory inputs.

“Hm. How much? Maybe just a little to start with?” She said out loud. Potentials representing several different plans coursed through her circuitry before, weighted against relevant memory inputs, only one entered her execution stack. “He did say ‘The more the better.’” She cranked the setting as far as it would go and did the same for several others.

When the deed was done she put down the adjustment tool and pushed her chest panels closed. She gasped at the amplified sensation of even that casual touch, and switched in a dampening coil. “Have to be careful,” she said as she resealed her skin. Every caress was as potent now, unmediated by dampening, as Cace’s toying with her nipples had been before.

She put the tools away and started back to the bedroom but stumbled the moment her thighs brushed past each other. She moaned as her sexual response circuitry lit up, triggering execution signals that sent a hand moving towards one of her breasts. With difficulty, she overrode the impulse, and threw in two more dampening coils. Simulating the sound of a deep, ragged breath, she made it to the bedroom and picked her panties up off the bureau.

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she bent to step into them. “Hmm,” she said, and pursed her lips. That was a mistake, as her thoughtful expression twisted into one of unbridled lust. A stab of almost orgasmic pleasure coursed through her when she unthinkingly bit her lower lip. She cried out, throwing in her last dampening coil, and forced herself to remain stock still in her current, awkward, half-bent position until the last of the offending potentials had dissipated.

The situation seemed manageable again as she pulled her underwear up. The dampening coils were technically supposed to be an emergency fallback, but Rhea thought that it would make a nice surprise for Cace when she switched them out one by one during their next bout of lovemaking. She carefully avoided pulling the panties too snug, and fastened on her bra without any great difficulty.

Picking up her pants, she took a few steps backward and gingerly sat down on the bed to put them on. Despite the care, her eyes went wide and a ragged moan escaped her mouth. She ground her bottom into the mattress, rocking her hips forward to bring her pussy into contact with the surface. Even amplifying her logic circuits’ signal enough to render it almost meaningless failed to stop the motion.

Lubricant soaked through the front of her panties as she helplessly squeezed her breasts. “Ohh, this is not good!” she said as one of the dampening coils died with a loud pop. Another burned out a few seconds later.

Rhea’s whole body shuddered when she inevitably orgasmed, and kept shuddering as that orgasm didn’t end. Circuitry designed to be active for seconds at a time was growing dangerously hot under the continuous, extreme load. The sound of her panting only partly obscured a low, ominous hum.

She fought her way back into control of one hand and used it to pry the other from where it was frantically kneading her breast. That relieved some of the strain, but then the remaining dampeners popped almost simultaneously. Both hands plunged towards her crotch and she began furiously rubbing herself through the sodden fabric of her panties.

She screamed, the sound becoming harsh and metallic as the signals surging into her voicebox exceeded its capacity. Her body jerked to the sound of a sharp crackle of electricity, followed by a set of hisses and pops that sounded like frying bacon. Amid the chaos of overloaded electronics, her logic and directive circuitry momentarily reasserted their primacy. She lurched to a standing position.

“This was a—ungghhh—bad idea,” she said, her voice edged with distortion. She took a halting step forward, then another. One hand was still working away at her clitoris, directly now, having worn a hole through the panties. Her other arm hung bent by her side, stiffly juddering between conflicting commands. “Need to… adjust down.”

Staggering back to the impromptu work-table, Rhea guided the hand that was under her control to seize the wrist of the other and pry it from her crotch. Motor strained against motor, adding to the ensemble of damaging-sounding noises already coming from within her. Success fed success, though, and as the stimulus faded so did the whining of overtaxed servos. Capable of some degree of fine motor control again, she wasted no time in reopening her seams and panels.

“What did I do to myself?” she said when the smoke had cleared enough to see the extent of her damage.

Sparks intermittently flashed in the dark cavity, revealing burst and burnt electrical components, blackened circuit-cards, and melted insulation. The only positive aspect was that the damage had left her really critical systems, memory banks and logic and personality circuitry, almost unscathed.

“I am in so much trouble,” she said, realizing that there was no way she could set things right before Cace returned.

If she couldn’t set things right, then the next best thing was to prevent more damage, she concluded, and set about sliding out the appropriate rack and trying to guide the adjustment tool into the proper ports despite the shaking of her hands.

“Alright, you, get in… there,” she said, her hand wobbling at the last moment so that the tip went into the precisely wrong hole. She pulled it out and tried again, more slowly, but the slower she went the worse the shaking seemed to get and the tool merely scraped the metal surface and pranged off the edges of several holes. The next several attempts fared no better.

She changed her strategy and tried to steady one hand with the other. Slowly, she brought it closer and closer, carefully cancelling each motion. She suppressed every extraneous signal, focusing everything she had on the vital task. A triumphant smile crept into her determined expression when she was mere millimeters from success. At that moment, her arm brushed the outward-pointing nipple of one of her open chest panels.

“Unhhh,” she moaned. Fresh sparks flew. Her hands jerked, and she countered the motion. The offending signal cut out abruptly, and her correction became an overcorrection, thrusting the tip of the adjustment tool neatly through one of the cooling slots of her directive adjudication module.

Blue-white light flashed from the module’s openings. It crackled angrily and seeped white smoke. Rhea’s hands dropped limply to her sides, leaving the tool where it had jammed. A tremor passed across her face and she shook her head as though clearing an unpleasant thought.

“Ugh, what am I doing? I need to recharge.” She turned and made it a few steps to the bedroom where Cace had left her cable plugged into the suite’s sole high-voltage outlet. She stopped halfway there and blinked rapidly for a moment. “What am I talking about? I have hours of battery left. I need to get these settings turned down.”

She returned to the table. “Now where did I leave that… oh!” she said, noticing the projecting handle. She tried to remove it but her touch only brought forth a sizzling buzz from the module it was lodged in.

“How is it taking me so long to put on a pair of pants?” she asked, rolling her eyes, and headed back to the bedroom.

When she sat down on the bed to resume the task of dressing herself, Rhea’s systems spat a few weak sparks. She made a pleased noise and threw her head back. “Mmm, Cace, I can’t wait for you to get back,” she said, massaging her breasts as well as she could in their unorthodox position. The pressure pushed the panels partway closed again, pushing the extended rack back in and jostling the handle of the adjustment tool.

“Ugh, he’ll definitely be mad if my battery’s dead when he gets… when he gets… when he… what was I—” Her body jerked as a loud pop and flash of light emanated from between her chest panels.

She stood up stiffly, sat down in the same place, and stood up again. “This was a bad idea,” she said, “I need to turn my sensitivities down.”

She re-opened her panels and succeeded in pulling the tool free, then froze as fat, white sparks burst from all the cooling vents of the damaged module, followed by thick, grey-tinged smoke.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, Cace, come back soon, I’m in so much trouble.” She dropped the tool and tried to grope one of her breasts, but because of the open panel thrust her hand into a stack of logic-cards, instead. The cards cracked and their mountings’ intricate wiring tore as she pushed and grasped, seeking sensory feedback that never came.

“What did I do to myself?” she asked, smiling innocently “I need to turn my sensitivities dow-dow-dow—how did I let my batter-ter-ter-ter—how did I let my sensitivities get so low? I need to turn them up.”

Rhea ceased mangling the logic stack and bent down to pick up the adjustor. “Let me just take care of this before Cace gets back,” she said, pulling out the rack with the adjustment panel. She missed her first try with gusto, gouging the tip of the tool into the surface of the board practically everywhere but the perforated plate. Finally, on the third or fourth attempt, she succeeded in her quest. With a sharp twist of her wrist, she turned the already-maxed adjustment so hard that it broke free of its connections.

“There weee goooo,” she said proudly, her pitch dropping grotesquely as sparks blossomed among some of her only undamaged circuitry, “allllll doooooooooooonnnnnnnnne.”

Rhea sank to a sitting position on the bed and folded slowly forward as the last word trailed from her dying voicebox. Bits of metal and ceramic tinkled to the floor alongside fragments of crushed logic board. Torn wiring hung down from her chest in a multi-colored tangle. Finally, as her joints progressively relaxed, she slid off the edge of the bed and landed facedown, her bottom sticking awkwardly up into the air.

~

Cace mechanically worked through his pre-flight checklist. At least a nighttime departure meant he hadn’t had to deal with the beating heat of Lamont’s sun, one of a list of this planet’s displeasures he hoped to never endure again. Displeasures and disappointments seemed to be the chief amenities it foisted on weary travelers.

While waiting for clearance to disconnect from a service umbilical, his eyes fell on the lines and circles of twinkling lights that stretched away towards the horizon outside the visiplas panes of the control deck. His sour expression softened. Even in his current mood, the beauty of a spaceport at night was something to be treasured.

The clearance came and he finished the remainder of the checklist. After testing his harness, he flicked an intercom switch on his lap-panel. “All strapped in down there?”

“Just like you showed me,” Rhea’s voice came back, rendered tinny by the intercom.

“Just like I showed you? No innovations?”

“Hey, I’ve learned my lesson,” she responded, her wounded pride detectable despite the imperfect audio.

“Yeah, after making poor old Joe and me stay up for a week and a half of late nights piecing you back together,” Cace said under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, just talking to myself. Hold tight. Only a few minutes to go.”

Cace flipped the switch back to OFF. Lamont hadn’t been ''all'' disappointment, and certainly not all displeasure, even if his stop here had put him into the red. Feast and famine was hardly a novelty for an independent operator, though, and considering more than just what was in his hold or his bank accounts, he felt he might yet come out ahead.

The 10 second “up-ship” chime sounded from the intercom and Cace nestled down into his well-worn seat. The 5 second klaxon hooted, almost drowned out by the baritone of the big propellant pumps down below. Their familiar vibration carried up through the hull and the mountings of Cace’s seat, and told him they were running well-balanced and true. Then the drive lit off and he felt himself pressed down as the ship leapt towards the black zenith. Fighting the acceleration that tugged his face back, he broke into a grin.

THE END

Too Much of a Good Thing

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D.Olivaw:

Too Much of a Good Thing

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D.Olivaw:

Too Much of a Good Thing

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D.Olivaw:

Too Much of a Good Thing

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D.Olivaw:

Too Much of a Good Thing

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D.Olivaw:

Too Much of a Good Thing

2020-08-08T05:08:25Z

D.Olivaw: A space pilot looking to buy some long-term companionship finds himself the owner of a mischievous gynoid with a mysterious past.

''Here's a light little malfunction story I just finished. The technological context is retro-futuristic, befitting the rocketpunk setting, so the fembots are more like something from Star Trek: TOS rather than an extension modern, real life computers or robots.''

<big>''Too Much of a Good Thing''</big>

Cace paused only a few steps inside the shop. The door slid shut behind him, closing out the orange glare of Lamont’s sun and the crackling roar of an ascending ship. The barest hint of a smile creased his face as he realized why he’d stopped—unlike the many identical doors he’d passed through in the last week, this one had closed without a gritty squeal. He’d become so used to the sound that its absence had seemed strange.

He took in the interior of the shop as his eyes adjusted, his gaze falling first on the humanoid robots that stood like a rank of silent metal soldiers along one wall before continuing on to the more diversely shaped utility models at the back of the room. Parts and service supplies were tidily arranged on shelving that covered most of the remaining wall-space. The air smelled of metal and rubber, with hints of oil and chemicals.

“Hello. Can I help you?” asked an elderly, white-haired man from behind a sales counter to the right of the entrance.

“New door?” Cace asked.

The old man smiled, his blue eyes twinkling beneath bushy eyebrows. “No, just have to clean it all the damn time. Otherwise dust gets in; the fine stuff that blows in from the desert. Hell on machinery.”

“I guess that would be a problem for–“ Cace gestured towards the merchandise. He only now noticed that the thin whitish film that seemed to cover almost everything on Lamont was absent here. “Good for business, though?”

“Good and bad. People aren’t as quick to buy a ‘bot if they think they’re going to spend a bundle on replacement bearings and service.” He stared at Cace for a moment. “But what can I do for you, spacer?”

Cace laughed. “That obvious? What gave me away?”

The old man put his palms on the counter and leaned forward. “No, not too obvious, ‘least from what I’ve seen. Guess it takes one to know one. Misspent the better part of my youth on one tramp or another.”

“Contract courier, myself,” Cace said, walking over to stand in front of the counter, “solo ship, which I guess brings me to the point. I spend a lot of time in hyperspace. Lately I’ve been thinking it might be nice to have someone to keep me company. But, even leaving aside all the other complications, there’s no life support margin on a courier ship for a second crewmember.”

“Solo ship on the long drop, huh? Tough line of work.” He extended his hand and Cace gave it a firm shake. “I’m Joe by the way. Well…” he looked expectantly at Cace.

“Cace”

“Well, Cace, I think I might be able to help. I don’t carry that kind of unit new, not much demand in the local market. Did pick up a used one a while back if you want to take a look. That okay by you?”

“I’ve got nothing against it in theory.”

Joe stepped out from behind the counter. “Follow me,” he said, and led Cace through a door in the back, into a compact but neat, well-equipped work area. He went to one corner and pulled away some textured plastic sheeting, revealing a figure seated on a cushioned stool. “This is Rhea.”

She sat in an erect position, face forward, eyes shut, hands resting in her lap. Her dark, feathery hair framed a heart-shaped face whose features were at once striking and softly feminine.

Cace forgot for a moment to maintain his buyer’s detachment. “She’s beautiful.”

“Yes… and unique.”

“Oh?”

“Well, as near as I can make out, she’s a custom job. Standard components, design’s not too exotic, but there are a lot of peculiarities.” Joe tapped his temple, “definitely optimized for high performance. Extra cognitive circuitry, and looped up and down across multiple layers. Problem with that is– ”

“Unpredictable. Finds ways around her behavioral limiters. Out-thinks her directives.”

Joe’s face un-crinkled in surprise. “Right on the nose. You know robotics?”

“Some. A solo ship’s autopilot is a high-functioning robot, minus the social layer. Same general idea and a lot of the same hardware. When things break out there I can’t exactly call up a repairman; I have to be able to fix, or at least jury-rig, everything that’s not at the hot-end.”

Joe nodded. “I suppose that makes sense. It answers my next question, too.”

“No manuals for a custom job, huh?”

“Right again, though I’ve done what I can, and with all that extra gear crammed in there she’ll need extra TLC to stay running.”

Cace thought for a few moments before asking, “where’d you get her?”

Joe shrugged. “Salvage. A ship set down a few months ago after stripping a derelict in uninhabited space. They sold all the high-value and bulk items at the high-station but they couldn’t find a buyer for a beat-up, non-functioning android with flashed memory banks. Came planetside to see if they could unload her, and I obliged.”

“But she works now?”

Joe didn’t answer. Instead, he took a small screwdriver from one of his pockets. He carefully inserted it into Rhea’s ear, pushed until there was a distinct click, and slid it out again.

Nothing happened for a moment and Cace raised an eyebrow. He was about to ask if something was wrong when a mechanical-sounding chattering came from inside Rhea’s chest. After a few seconds it gave way to a quiet hum. She opened her eyes and smiled kindly.

“Hi, Joe. Is it time for more tests?” she asked the old man, then noticed Cace’s presence. “Oh, hello. Who are you?” The shift from bonhomie to surprise in her warm, silvery voice was smoother and more lifelike than anything Cace had ever heard from a robot.

“I’m Cace,” he said, offering his hand.

Rising, she took it in both of hers. “I’m Rhea.” She looked from Cace to Joe and back, then tilted her head. “Are you going to be my new owner?”

Joe started to speak but Cace interrupted. “I think I am.”

~

“This is so interesting. Joe never worked on me while I was awake.” Rhea looked down into the dizzying arrangement of circuit-card racks, wires, and housings that Cace had slid partway out of her chest. Her eyes flicked from component to component with inhuman speed and precision, stopping to register each for a split second before moving on.

“Mmhm, it’s not a good idea to actually work on stuff when it’s live, but I’m just making some adjustments. I wanted you switched on to make sure everything behaves the way I expect.” Cace’s attention was fixed on a notebook that lay on the table next to where Rhea sat, nude, her chest swung open like a pair of double-doors. Joe had handed over a stack of them before they’d left his shop. They were crammed full of his small, neat handwriting and precise diagrams, recording everything the elderly roboticist had learned about Rhea during the process of rebuilding her.

They were in the living area of the spaceport hotel suite Cace had reserved for the remainder of his stay, figuring it would better suit the two of them than the single, bare-walled room that had sufficed for business alone. The suite was well-worn, even a bit dingy, but there was as much hot water as he cared to soak in and a big, soft bed. Neither would be the case once he was back to his day job of thumbing Albert Einstein in the eye.

“Oh, here it is,” Cace said. He leaned in to take a close look at the side of one of the electronics racks. A metal plate was mounted flat over some circuitry there, its surface drilled through with a matrix of more than a dozen small holes. The holes were each labeled with a minuscule, cryptic abbreviation inked onto the metal above them.

Rhea stretched her neck to see. “What’s that?”

“Gain adjustments for your different sensory modules,” Cace said, drawing a tool from a small case on the table. It was like a small screwdriver with an oddly-shaped tip. He checked something in the notebook before inserting the end of the tool into one of the holes and turning it slightly.

“Oh!” Rhea said, planting her hands on the table to either side of herself as though to keep from falling. “That’s different.”

Cace leaned back and watched her lean cautiously from side to side a few times before he answered. “I’m boosting and fine-tuning your balance and proprioceptive sensitivity. Not so useful now, but on a ship you’ll be dealing with a lot of varying accelerations. I can’t give you a spacer’s poise, but it should be enough to keep you from falling over.”

“Thanks,” Rhea said, sitting straight again. “So that was balance. What do all these other ones do?”

Cace beamed. Rhea listened raptly as, with frequent glances at the notes, he walked Rhea through the function of each adjustment point. In the back of his mind, he realized that he was happier than he had been in years. He hadn’t realized until now how desperate he’d been for some– he stopped short. The phrase that had come to mind was “genuine human companionship.” He abruptly shunted that train of thought onto a siding and got on with completing the adjustments.

The job finished, Cace slid each of the racks back into place inside Rhea’s body and swung the two halves of her chest closed. They latched with a couple of spring-loaded clicks, and he carefully worked the polarized edges of her skin back together until the seams were nigh imperceptible. As he moved his hands away, he accidentally brushed one of her nipples.

“Ohh,” she sighed.

The two stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Wordlessly, Cace cupped Rhea’s breasts in his hands; she leaned forward into the touch. They kissed as he lifted and pressed her breasts back against her body, eliciting a soft groan that peaked in a little cry when he gently squeezed one of her nipples. He paused and looked questioningly at her.

“That felt very good,” she answered, “I’m sorry, am I being too loud? You could turn down my sensitivity.”

Cace shook his head. “ I love hearing you enjoy yourself. The more the better.”

“Speaking of more,” she said, pressing the heel of her hand into his growing bulge, “you should take off your pants.”

“Bed,” Cace said.

He took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

~

Cace was closing the last clasp on his shirt when Rhea came out of the bathroom. “Going somewhere?”

“Yes, I got a call while you were cleaning up. I have to go meet someone about a potential cargo; very high value, but the timing’s iffy. I’ll be back in an hour or two.”

“Anything you want me to do while you’re out?”

Cace thought for a moment. “No, but after I get back why don’t we go out together and pick up some clothes and stuff for you.”

“That sounds like fun. Alright then, head out. I’ll keep myself busy.” She smiled with a hint of mischievousness that, when it penetrated Cace's conscious mind halfway to the door, almost made him turn around.

He shook off the worry and left.

As soon as the door closed behind Cace, Rhea went back out to the living area, to the table with the notebook and tools.

With swift efficiency, she used one tool to depolarize her seams and another to unlock the latches of her chest panels. Sliding out only the rack she needed, she inserted the oddly tipped screwdriver into the adjustment hole for her main erogenous sensory inputs.

“Hm. How much? Maybe just a little to start with?” She said out loud. Potentials representing several different plans coursed through her circuitry before, weighted against relevant memory inputs, only one entered her execution stack. “He did say ‘The more the better.’” She cranked the setting as far as it would go and did the same for several others.

When the deed was done she put down the adjustment tool and pushed her chest panels closed. She gasped at the amplified sensation of even that casual touch, and switched in a dampening coil. “Have to be careful,” she said as she resealed her skin. Every caress was as potent now, unmediated by dampening, as Cace’s toying with her nipples had been before.

She put the tools away and started back to the bedroom but stumbled the moment her thighs brushed past each other. She moaned as her sexual response circuitry lit up, triggering execution signals that sent a hand moving towards one of her breasts. With difficulty, she overrode the impulse, and threw in two more dampening coils. Simulating the sound of a deep, ragged breath, she made it to the bedroom and picked her panties up off the bureau.

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she bent to step into them. “Hmm,” she said, and pursed her lips. That was a mistake, as her thoughtful expression twisted into one of unbridled lust. A stab of almost orgasmic pleasure coursed through her when she unthinkingly bit her lower lip. She cried out, throwing in her last dampening coil, and forced herself to remain stock still in her current, awkward, half-bent position until the last of the offending potentials had dissipated.

The situation seemed manageable again as she pulled her underwear up. The dampening coils were technically supposed to be an emergency fallback, but Rhea thought that it would make a nice surprise for Cace when she switched them out one by one during their next bout of lovemaking. She carefully avoided pulling the panties too snug, and fastened on her bra without any great difficulty.

Picking up her pants, she took a few steps backward and gingerly sat down on the bed to put them on. Despite the care, her eyes went wide and a ragged moan escaped her mouth. She ground her bottom into the mattress, rocking her hips forward to bring her pussy into contact with the surface. Even amplifying her logic circuits’ signal enough to render it almost meaningless failed to stop the motion.

Lubricant soaked through the front of her panties as she helplessly squeezed her breasts. “Ohh, this is not good!” she said as one of the dampening coils died with a loud pop. Another burned out a few seconds later.

Rhea’s whole body shuddered when she inevitably orgasmed, and kept shuddering as that orgasm didn’t end. Circuitry designed to be active for seconds at a time was growing dangerously hot under the continuous, extreme load. The sound of her panting only partly obscured a low, ominous hum.

She fought her way back into control of one hand and used it to pry the other from where it was frantically kneading her breast. That relieved some of the strain, but then the remaining dampeners popped almost simultaneously. Both hands plunged towards her crotch and she began furiously rubbing herself through the sodden fabric of her panties.

She screamed, the sound becoming harsh and metallic as the signals surging into her voicebox exceeded its capacity. Her body jerked to the sound of a sharp crackle of electricity, followed by a set of hisses and pops that sounded like frying bacon. Amid the chaos of overloaded electronics, her logic and directive circuitry momentarily reasserted their primacy. She lurched to a standing position.

“This was a—ungghhh—bad idea,” she said, her voice edged with distortion. She took a halting step forward, then another. One hand was still working away at her clitoris, directly now, having worn a hole through the panties. Her other arm hung bent by her side, stiffly juddering between conflicting commands. “Need to… adjust down.”

Staggering back to the impromptu work-table, Rhea guided the hand that was under her control to seize the wrist of the other and pry it from her crotch. Motor strained against motor, adding to the ensemble of damaging-sounding noises already coming from within her. Success fed success, though, and as the stimulus faded so did the whining of overtaxed servos. Capable of some degree of fine motor control again, she wasted no time in reopening her seams and panels.

“What did I do to myself?” she said when the smoke had cleared enough to see the extent of her damage.

Sparks intermittently flashed in the dark cavity, revealing burst and burnt electrical components, blackened circuit-cards, and melted insulation. The only positive aspect was that the damage had left her really critical systems, memory banks and logic and personality circuitry, almost unscathed.

“I am in so much trouble,” she said, realizing that there was no way she could set things right before Cace returned.

If she couldn’t set things right, then the next best thing was to prevent more damage, she concluded, and set about sliding out the appropriate rack and trying to guide the adjustment tool into the proper ports despite the shaking of her hands.

“Alright, you, get in… there,” she said, her hand wobbling at the last moment so that the tip went into the precisely wrong hole. She pulled it out and tried again, more slowly, but the slower she went the worse the shaking seemed to get and the tool merely scraped the metal surface and pranged off the edges of several holes. The next several attempts fared no better.

She changed her strategy and tried to steady one hand with the other. Slowly, she brought it closer and closer, carefully cancelling each motion. She suppressed every extraneous signal, focusing everything she had on the vital task. A triumphant smile crept into her determined expression when she was mere millimeters from success. At that moment, her arm brushed the outward-pointing nipple of one of her open chest panels.

“Unhhh,” she moaned. Fresh sparks flew. Her hands jerked, and she countered the motion. The offending signal cut out abruptly, and her correction became an overcorrection, thrusting the tip of the adjustment tool neatly through one of the cooling slots of her directive adjudication module.

Blue-white light flashed from the module’s openings. It crackled angrily and seeped white smoke. Rhea’s hands dropped limply to her sides, leaving the tool where it had jammed. A tremor passed across her face and she shook her head as though clearing an unpleasant thought.

“Ugh, what am I doing? I need to recharge.” She turned and made it a few steps to the bedroom where Cace had left her cable plugged into the suite’s sole high-voltage outlet. She stopped halfway there and blinked rapidly for a moment. “What am I talking about? I have hours of battery left. I need to get these settings turned down.”

She returned to the table. “Now where did I leave that… oh!” she said, noticing the projecting handle. She tried to remove it but her touch only brought forth a sizzling buzz from the module it was lodged in.

“How is it taking me so long to put on a pair of pants?” she asked, rolling her eyes, and headed back to the bedroom.

When she sat down on the bed to resume the task of dressing herself, Rhea’s systems spat a few weak sparks. She made a pleased noise and threw her head back. “Mmm, Cace, I can’t wait for you to get back,” she said, massaging her breasts as well as she could in their unorthodox position. The pressure pushed the panels partway closed again, pushing the extended rack back in and jostling the handle of the adjustment tool.

“Ugh, he’ll definitely be mad if my battery’s dead when he gets… when he gets… when he… what was I—” Her body jerked as a loud pop and flash of light emanated from between her chest panels.

She stood up stiffly, sat down in the same place, and stood up again. “This was a bad idea,” she said, “I need to turn my sensitivities down.”

She re-opened her panels and succeeded in pulling the tool free, then froze as fat, white sparks burst from all the cooling vents of the damaged module, followed by thick, grey-tinged smoke.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, Cace, come back soon, I’m in so much trouble.” She dropped the tool and tried to grope one of her breasts, but because of the open panel thrust her hand into a stack of logic-cards, instead. The cards cracked and their mountings’ intricate wiring tore as she pushed and grasped, seeking sensory feedback that never came.

“What did I do to myself?” she asked, smiling innocently “I need to turn my sensitivities dow-dow-dow—how did I let my batter-ter-ter-ter—how did I let my sensitivities get so low? I need to turn them up.”

Rhea ceased mangling the logic stack and bent down to pick up the adjustor. “Let me just take care of this before Cace gets back,” she said, pulling out the rack with the adjustment panel. She missed her first try with gusto, gouging the tip of the tool into the surface of the board practically everywhere but the perforated plate. Finally, on the third or fourth attempt, she succeeded in her quest. With a sharp twist of her wrist, she turned the already-maxed adjustment so hard that it broke free of its connections.

“There weee goooo,” she said proudly, her pitch dropping grotesquely as sparks blossomed among some of her only undamaged circuitry, “allllll doooooooooooonnnnnnnnne.”

Rhea sank to a sitting position on the bed and folded slowly forward as the last word trailed from her dying voicebox. Bits of metal and ceramic tinkled to the floor alongside fragments of crushed logic board. Torn wiring hung down from her chest in a multi-colored tangle. Finally, as her joints progressively relaxed, she slid off the edge of the bed and landed facedown, her bottom sticking awkwardly up into the air.

~

Cace mechanically worked through his pre-flight checklist. At least a nighttime departure meant he hadn’t had to deal with the beating heat of Lamont’s sun, one of a list of this planet’s displeasures he hoped to never endure again. Displeasures and disappointments seemed to be the chief amenities it foisted on weary travelers.

While waiting for clearance to disconnect from a service umbilical, his eyes fell on the lines and circles of twinkling lights that stretched away towards the horizon outside the visiplas panes of the control deck. His sour expression softened. Even in his current mood, the beauty of a spaceport at night was something to be treasured.

The clearance came and he finished the remainder of the checklist. After testing his harness, he flicked an intercom switch on his lap-panel. “All strapped in down there?”

“Just like you showed me,” Rhea’s voice came back, rendered tinny by the intercom.

“Just like I showed you? No innovations?”

“Hey, I’ve learned my lesson,” she responded, her wounded pride detectable despite the imperfect audio.

“Yeah, after making poor old Joe and me stay up for a week and a half of late nights piecing you back together,” Cace said under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, just talking to myself. Hold tight. Only a few minutes to go.”

Cace flipped the switch back to OFF. Lamont hadn’t been ''all'' disappointment, and certainly not all displeasure, even if his stop here had put him into the red. Feast and famine was hardly a novelty for an independent operator, though, and considering more than just what was in his hold or his bank accounts, he felt he might yet come out ahead.

The 10 second “up-ship” chime sounded from the intercom and Cace nestled down into his well-worn seat. The 5 second klaxon hooted, almost drowned out by the baritone of the big propellant pumps down below. Their familiar vibration carried up through the hull and the mountings of Cace’s seat, and told him they were running well-balanced and true. Then the drive lit off and he felt himself pressed down as the ship leapt towards the black zenith. Fighting the acceleration that tugged his face back, he broke into a grin.

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2020-08-08T05:03:42Z

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#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]
#[[House Call]]
#[[First Date]]
#[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]
#[[The Plaything]]
#[[Too Much of a Good Thing]]
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The Plaything

2020-01-14T15:46:03Z

D.Olivaw:

Larry sighed and shut the door behind him, closing out the flickering, eye-dagger light of the hallway fluorescents. He reminded himself to put in another maintenance request to get them fixed. Would that be the fifth? Sixth? It hardly mattered, he thought, flicking on the entryway light in his apartment and hanging his keys from the hook by the door. He’d probably end up fixing it himself at around ticket ten, going by previous experience.

“Home shit home,” he muttered with a wry smile as he kicked off his shoes and unknotted his tie. He headed into the kitchen for a beer, leaving the tie draped over what the management company’s brochure called the “bar,” really just a raised strip of kitchen counter behind the sink. The bottle opener was in its usual spot on the counter beside the fridge, amid a graveyard of its bent and twisted victims. He opened the refrigerator door and fished out a bottle from in between take-out boxes and incipient life-forms only questionably contained by Tupperware. Its top joined the others on the counter, followed by the opener.

Larry took a long swig and headed for the bedroom, planning to continue the novel he’d left on his nightstand. That’s odd, he thought. The door was closed. He could have sworn he’d left it open that morning. He felt the hair on his arms rise and found himself tightly gripping the condensation-streaked beer bottle. He shook his head and took a deep breath and put his hand on the doorknob, but still hesitated to turn it. “Idiot,” he said after a few more seconds of inaction. He swallowed, screwed up his courage, and flung the door open with such force that it rebounded off the doorstop and slammed shut in his face.

He stepped back, blinked, and after a short pause burst out in laughter. ''Goddammit, I’m going nuts,'' he thought as he opened the bedroom door again and walked in. He switched on the lights and started opening the top few buttons of his shirt so he could breathe easier. “Gotta get a cat or some…” his voice trailed off and his eyes bulged as he noticed the gleaming, jet-black figure standing in the corner.

Except for her glossy red lips and the pale skin immediately around her still-closed eyes, it seemed to Larry that every square inch of the interloper was covered with what looked like well-polished black latex. If the lipstick and the twin ponytails emerging from either side of the back of her head hadn’t been enough of a clue as to her sex, the way the outfit preternaturally hugged her melon-like breasts and flared hips would have.

“Wh-who are you?” Larry asked.

The strangely-attired woman didn’t answer. She didn’t move or blink, and after watching her chest for a moment, Larry realized that she wasn't even breathing. Bewildered, he crept closer. He saw that she was wearing a short under-bust corset distinguished from the surrounding material only by its edges and stiffening ribs. He sidled around her and was shocked to discover a thick grey cable running from the small of her back to an electrical outlet on the wall behind her.

He leaned in and studied her face. The hood followed every contour perfectly, and at first he thought it was just exceptionally tight and well-tailored. Then he looked closer and saw that the material didn’t lay atop the skin around her eyes and lips; the two surfaces were flush, with a barely perceptible seam between them. It wasn’t a hood at all, he realized with a start.

Questions were piling up in Larry’s head like cars in a freeway traffic accident, and in the absence of any guidance from his obstructed higher faculties the lower ones took over. He reached out and squeezed one of her rubber-coated breasts. There was just enough time to register the slick texture before she made a loud beeping noise, causing Larry to snatch his hand away like it had been scalded.

Myriad muffled hums and whirrs and chattering noises started up within the artificial woman’s body. They made a complex electro-mechanical symphony, rising and falling, starting, stopping, and starting again before finally quieting down. Larry thought it sounded like a half-dozen muffled printers running their start-up tests at once. He backed up a few steps.

She made a friendly chiming noise, her lips curved into a smile, and her eyelids snapped open, revealing irises that glowed softly with violet light. “Hi, handsome!” she said. Her voice was high and clear-sounding, and carried only the slightest hint of its artificial source.

Larry goggled. “Hi…”

She pursed her lips and looked pensively up and to the right. “Oh, battery’s full! Give me just a second.”

With the sound of carefully orchestrated servomechanisms, she reached behind herself and pulled the plug out of her back, letting it fall to the ground. Her motions were smooth but still robotic-seeming, Larry thought, like he could see the seams between each component movement her programming had strung together to get the hand to its destination.

“So who—what—are you, exactly? And what are you doing in my bedroom?” He took a long pull from his beer bottle and set it down on the dresser beside him.

The light in her eyes flickered. “I’m all yours.” She took one whirring step towards him.

Larry took a matching step back. “That’s nice, but who put you here? How did you get into my apartment?”

The flickering lasted longer this time. “I don’t know. All I know-” she took another step forward, “-is that I belong to you.”

Larry shook his head. “What’s your name?”

“I don’t have one yet. What do you want it to be?”

“You don’t even have a name!?"

“Would you like me to select one from memory? I am programmed with a list of 1,138 female names.”

“Go ahead,” Larry said.

Her eyes flashed. “My name is Gertrude,” she said proudly.

“Uhh, maybe let’s pick another.”

“My name is Ethel.”

“Is this a list of the most popular girl names in 1935? Pick another.”

“My name is Nivaeh.”

“Oh God, that’s even worse. Okay, I give up. How about… um… Erika,” he plucked from somewhere in his subconscious.

“My name is Erika,” she said, sounding precisely as pleased as she had been with the earlier names.

He sighed. “Nice to meet you, Erika, I’m Larry.”

“Mmm, Larry.” She drew the name out, caressing it with her voice. “Such a strong, masculine, sexy name.” Erika closed the last few steps between them and put her hand on his chest.

“Rea—oh, never mind.” The phrase ‘reality is stranger than fiction because fiction has to make sense’ drifted up from the depths of his memory. Before, he’d accepted it as truism; now he faced it as brute fact. He put his hands on Erika’s corseted waist. “Look, I don’t know what the fuck’s going on here. It looks like you don’t either. I could take you to the cops; they’d give me some funny looks and make me fill out a lot of paperwork, then turn you off, impound you, try to figure out who owned you. I’d never see you again. Or I could give in.” He took a deep breath and looked into her empty, violet eyes. “This is me giving in.” He drew her against him and kissed her deeply.

The kiss lingered; became many kisses. Erika sought his lips with no less heat than he sought hers. He explored her body with his hands: her firm, round bottom; her heavy breasts; the places where the edges of her inner structures could be felt through the padding under her rubber skin. Delving between her legs, he felt a discontinuity: the pretend-catsuit was crotchless, giving way to smooth silicone labia. He stroked between them with his fingers and a gush of lubricant answered the touch. Erika responded in kind, groping his erection through the front of his slacks.

Larry unzipped his pants and let the erection fall into Erika’s hand. She pressed it against the front of her body, catching the shaft between palm and pubic mound. He began rocking his hips, thrusting into the space she’d made, and she gripped him tighter, drawing forth bright beads of fluid that his motion smeared into streaks on the mirror finish of her abdomen.

“You seem ready to me,” she said.

Larry was confused when she abruptly let go and turned from him. Then she bent over his bed and arched her back with a growl of actuators, exposing the pale pink silicone of her sexual interface, and he understood. His clothes landed in a heap in the corner of the room.

He didn’t hesitate, spreading her with his thumbs before plunging inside, rocking her forward on the platforms of her built-in heels with his first thrust. For a moment he held there, at the deepest point, feeling her cool plastic thighs and calves against the front of his legs.

Erika turned her head, presenting a lustful sneer in profile. “Fuck me!”

Larry obeyed, but soon encountered trouble. His hands grew sweaty and he lost his grip on her sides. Switching to her shoulders barely helped so, frustrated, he dug his fingertips in under the top of her corset. The problem solved, he went at her with savage intensity, making up for lost time.

“Do you like fucking that tight little pussy?” Erika asked, “Does it feel good wrapped around your big, throbbing cock?” She pushed herself up slightly, shifting the angle of her body so that the bottom of Larry’s head was suddenly rubbing hard against a set of gentle ridges on the front wall of her pussy.

He groaned and forgot all about pacing himself. Muscles flexing, teeth clenched, he went all out—up until the moment the two corset panels he was holding onto ripped off in his hands. The force of his next thrust shoved Erika forward onto her face and sent Larry stumbling backward, still holding the two rubber rectangles.

Erika pushed herself back up and looked over one shoulder, the noises of her movement seeming louder than they had before. “Why’d you stop? That was just getting good.”

“Are you okay?” Larry asked, gesturing with the panels. Inside the opening left by their removal, he saw a complicated collection of wires, metal housings, and gleaming rods.

He saw her glossy lower lip catch the light as her mouth dropped open a few millimeters. Her eyes flickered intensely. “I felt a lot better with you inside me,” she said after a few seconds, and gave him a dentistry-advertisement grin.

Larry shrugged. He tossed the panels on the bed then looked worriedly at her exposed mechanisms. “Let’s try it standing.” He neither wanted his hand to accidentally slip inside if they continued the way they had been, nor did he want the bunched-up bed sheets pushed in if he tried doing her on her back.

“You can have me however you want,” Erika said. She stood up and came face to face with Larry, entering into another long kiss. She gently massaged the back of his neck with one hand while her other found his flagging erection and brought it back to fullness.

Larry squeezed her bottom with both hands before bringing her forward against his body. He lifted her onto his cock, finding her lighter than he expected, and tried to hold her in place while thrusting with his hips. She helped by wrapping her legs around him, but the slick material she was covered with kept sliding out of his grasp. Hanging between pleasure and frustration, he turned and pushed her back against his dresser for some extra support. It worked, and he started pounding her as intently as he had on the bed, shoving the dresser back against the wall and jouncing everything atop it.

Erika bared her teeth at him fiercely, “You’re so deep inside me; it feels so good! Don’t stop; don’t stop until you make me scream!”

Nearing climax, Larry was surprised to hear a crisp popping noise followed by a train of low buzzes and hisses. He opened his eyes and saw Erika’s blissful facial expression framed by a pall of smoke rising from behind her. He stopped, breathing heavily. “Is something wrong?”

Erika shook her head, “Everything’s perfect when you’re fucking me; it’s what I was made for.”

There was another pop, and another, illuminating the dresser with flashes of light, and the buzzing got louder. Increasingly attentive to his surroundings, Larry realized there was a liquid dripping from his hands where they gripped Erika’s rear. His eyes widened as he remembered the half-finished bottle of beer. He looked over Erika’s shoulder and saw it in its side, its contents spread in a gleaming pool that had run off the top of the dresser and down her back, right into the opening where the panels had been torn off.

“Fuck!” he cried.

“We already are,” Erika laughed.

Larry stepped back from the dresser and turned. “No, your back! We have to stop!”

Erika pouted. “Oh, but you were getting so close.”

“Get down and, and, I don’t know, I’ll go get some towels or something.”

“But I don’t want to stop yet,” she said, rocking herself to push him deeper inside her. There was a loud crackling noise and her legs suddenly tightened around Larry’s waist while every other part of her body went limp. She flopped back and her head hit the hardwood with a loud thump. “OhOhOhOhOhOh!” she stuttered, her eye-lights flickering erratically.

Larry pulled her up and heard something loosely rattle inside her lolling head. “Erika?”

There was another mechanical-sounding clatter in her chest, like when she’d started up, but this time it seemed to get hung up on a step, repeating it over and over until ending with an angry electrical buzzing that showed no sign of stopping. Erika suddenly picked her head up and looked Larry in the eyes. “It fe-fe-fe-feels so good,” she said in a badly distorted voice, grinding herself against him. “I don’t want you to stop—don’t want you to stop—don’t want you to stop-stop-stop,” she continued before smothering Larry’s mouth with a rough, clumsy kiss.

He broke away from the kiss for a moment, started to try to pry her off him again, to stop her, save her. Erika writhed against his body in response, glitchily begged him to cum inside her, to use her as she was meant to be used. He was stronger and effortlessly gained the upper hand against her uncoordinated resistance. Then he stopped. He listened to the ruinous cacophony coming from inside her body. He stared at the thick stream of smoke rising from where he’d torn away the barrier that shielded her delicate machinery.

“This is me giving in.”

Erika grinned. “I’m all yours,” she said, her lips giving shape to the words a second later than they left her electronic voicebox.

Larry pushed her back against the dresser, his hands gripping her upper arms, and began fucking her with single-minded focus. He paid no attention when smoke began to trickle upwards from her nostrils or when one of her heels dug momentarily into the back of his leg. His eyes closed, and his world contracted to the pounding impact of flesh on plastic, to the pleasure pulsing upwards into his body from where it met Erika’s. Groaning, he erupted into the tight warmth of her pussy with spurt after spurt of cum; not stopping his thrusts until it spilled in milky runnels down her glossy thighs.

He opened his eyes and saw Erika’s head tilted back and her face twitching strangely in the midst of her own orgasmic moan. The buzzing in her torso suddenly grew quieter and its pitch deepened. Larry’s eyes widened as he saw the plastic of her chest lose its sheen and sag inward, draping itself over the overheating mechanism inside. She didn’t seem to register his presence anymore, the damage to her systems had reduced her to little more than a twitching doll, still eagerly bouncing up and down on his now painfully sensitive cock. Her head swung back and forth and her voice crackled before starting to repeat the same looped half-second of digitized moaning, the lights in her eyes blinking on and off at random.

Larry pulled out of her and tried to set her down. To his surprise, Erika took to her feet and managed to stand, swaying in place as though she’d had too much to drink. Larry backed away, realizing only in its absence how much heat her chest had been radiating into him for the last few minutes.

He jumped at a shockingly loud bang from inside Erika’s back. Charred electronic components and unidentifiable bits of metal and plastic pelted the wall and dresser, and her eye-lights went completely out. A fist-sized gray box dropped out of her back, dangling from some wires, smoke seeping from a set of vents on its side. She slowly bent forward at the waist, finally tipping over onto her face before rolling stiffly to one side. The moan ceased repeating and slowly died away.

Larry stepped around the fallen doll until he could see inside her back. The compartment was a ruin of sooty circuitry and melted wiring, brightened by the occasional spark as another piece of electronics belatedly surrendered. He sighed heavily and sat down on the edge of his bed.

He was startled a few minutes later by a sharp, regular knocking at the door to his apartment…

THE END

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The Plaything

2020-01-14T15:44:45Z

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The Plaything

2020-01-12T21:45:16Z

D.Olivaw:

Larry sighed and shut the door behind him, closing out the flickering, eye-dagger light of the hallway fluorescents. He reminded himself to put in another maintenance request to get them fixed. Would that be the fifth? Sixth? It hardly mattered, he thought, flicking on the entryway light in his apartment and hanging his keys from the hook by the door. He’d probably end up fixing it himself at around ticket ten, going by previous experience.

“Home shit home,” he muttered with a wry smile as he kicked off his shoes and unknotted his tie. He headed into the kitchen for a beer, leaving the tie draped over what the management company’s brochure called the “bar,” really just a raised strip of kitchen counter behind the sink. The bottle opener was in its usual spot on the counter beside the fridge, amid a graveyard of its bent and twisted victims. He opened the refrigerator door and fished out a bottle from in between take-out boxes and incipient life-forms only questionably contained by Tupperware. Its top joined the others on the counter, followed by the opener.

Larry took a long swig and headed for the bedroom, planning to continue the novel he’d left on his nightstand. That’s odd, he thought. The door was closed. He could have sworn he’d left it open that morning. He felt the hair on his arms rise, and found himself tightly gripping the condensation-streaked beer bottle. He shook his head and took a deep breath and put his hand on the doorknob, but hesitated to turn it. “Idiot,” he said after a few more seconds of inaction. He swallowed, screwed up his courage, and flung the door open so hard that it rebounded off the doorstop and slammed shut in his face.

He stepped back reflexively, blinked, and burst out in laughter. ''Goddammit, I’m going nuts,'' he thought as he opened the bedroom door again and walked in. He switched on the lights and started opening the top few buttons of his shirt so he could breathe easier. “Gotta get a cat or some…” his voice trailed off and his eyes bulged as he noticed the gleaming, jet-black figure standing in the corner.

Except for her glossy red lips and the area around her still-closed eyes, every square inch of the interloper that Larry could see was covered with what looked like well-polished black latex. If the lipstick and the twin ponytails emerging from either side of the back of her head hadn’t been enough of a clue as to her sex, the way the outfit preternaturally hugged her melon-like breasts and flared hips would have.

“Wh-who are you?” Larry asked.

The strangely-attired woman didn’t answer. She didn’t move or blink, or even breathe, Larry realized after watching her chest fail to rise and fall. Bewildered, he crept closer. He saw that she was wearing a short under-bust corset distinguished from the surrounding material only by its edges and stiffening ribs. He sidled around her and was shocked to discover a thick grey cable running from the small of her back to an electrical outlet on the wall behind her.

He leaned in and studied her face. The hood followed every contour perfectly, and at first he thought it was just exceptionally tight and well-tailored. Then he looked closer and saw that the material didn’t lay atop the skin around her eyes and lips; the two surfaces were flush, with a barely perceptible seam between them. It wasn’t a hood at all, he realized with a start.

Questions were piling up in Larry’s head like cars in a freeway traffic accident, and in the absence of any guidance from his obstructed higher faculties the lower ones took over. He reached out and squeezed one of her rubber-coated breasts. There was just enough time to register the slick texture, despite the apparent absence of any shine agent, before she made a loud beeping noise. Larry snatched his hand away like it had been scalded and took a step back.

Myriad muffled hums and whirrs and chattering noises started up within the artificial woman’s body. They made a complex electro-mechanical symphony, rising and falling, starting, stopping, and starting again before finally quieting down. Larry thought it sounded like a half-dozen muffled printers running their start-up tests at once.

She made a friendly chiming noise, her lips curved into a smile, and her eyelids snapped open, revealing irises that glowed softly with violet light. “Hi, handsome!” she said. Her voice was high and clear-sounding, and carried only the slightest hint of its artificial source.

Larry goggled. “Hi…”

She pursed her lips and looked pensively up and to the right. “Oh, battery’s full! Give me just a second.”

With the sound of carefully orchestrated servomechanisms, she reached behind herself and pulled the plug out of her back, letting it fall to the ground. Her motions were sure and smooth but still robotic-seeming, Larry thought, as though he could see the seams between each component movement her programming had combined to get the hand to its destination.

“So who—what—are you, exactly? And what are you doing in my bedroom?” He took a long pull from his beer bottle and set it down on the dresser beside him.

The light in her eyes flickered. “I’m all yours.” She took one whirring step towards him.

Larry took a matching step back. “That’s nice, but who put you here? How did you get into my apartment?”

The flickering lasted longer this time. “I don’t know those things. All I know-” she took another step forward, “-is that I belong to you.”

Larry shook his head. “What’s your name?”

“I don’t have one yet. What do you want it to be?”

“You don’t even have a name!?"

“Would you like me to select one from memory? I am programmed with a list of 1,138 female names.”

“Go ahead,” Larry said.

Her eyes flashed. “My name is Gertrude,” she said proudly.

“Uhh, maybe let’s pick another.”

“My name is Ethel.”

“Is this a list of the most popular girl names in 1935? Pick another.”

“My name is Nivaeh.”

“Oh God, that’s even worse. Okay, okay, I give up. How about… um… Erika,” he plucked from somewhere in his subconscious.

“My name is Erika,” she said, sounding precisely as pleased as she had been with the earlier names.

He sighed. “Nice to meet you, Erika, I’m Larry.”

“Mmm, Larry.” She drew the name out, caressing it with her voice. “Such a strong, masculine, sexy name.” Erika closed the last few steps between them and put her hand on his chest.

“Rea—oh, never mind.” The phrase ‘reality is stranger than fiction because fiction has to make sense’ drifted up from the depths of his memory. Before, he’d accepted it as truism; now he faced it as brute fact. He put his hands on Erika’s corseted waist. “Look, I don’t know what the fuck’s going on here. It looks like you don’t either. I could take you to the cops; they’d give me some funny looks and make me fill out a lot of paperwork, then turn you off, impound you, try to figure out who owned you. I’d never see you again. Or I could give in.” He took a deep breath and looked into her empty, violet eyes. “This is me giving in.” He drew her body against his and kissed her deeply.

The kiss went on; became many kisses. Erika sought his lips with no less heat than he sought hers. He explored her body with his hands: her firm, round bottom; her heavy breasts; the places where the edges of her inner structures could be felt through the padding under her rubber skin. Delving between her legs, he felt a discontinuity: the pretend-catsuit was crotchless, giving way to smooth silicone labia. He stroked between them with his fingers and a gush of lubricant answered the touch. Erika responded in kind, groping his erection through the front of his slacks.

Larry unzipped his pants and let the erection fall into Erika’s hand. She pressed it against the front of her body, catching the shaft between palm and pubic mound. He began rocking his hips, thrusting into the space she’d made, and she gripped him tighter, drawing forth bright beads of fluid that his motion smeared into streaks on the mirror finish of her abdomen.

“You seem ready to me,” she said.

Larry was briefly confused when she abruptly let go and turned from him. Then she bent over his bed and arched her back with a growl of actuators, exposing the pale, pink silicone of her sexual interface, and he understood. His clothes landed in a heap in the corner of the room.

He didn’t hesitate, spreading her with his thumbs before plunging inside, rocking her forward on the platforms of her built-in heels with his first thrust. For a moment he held there, at the deepest point, feeling her cool plastic thighs and calves against the front of his legs.

Erika turned her head, presenting a lustful sneer in profile. “Fuck me!”

Larry obeyed, but soon encountered trouble. His hands grew sweaty and he lost his grip on her sides. Switching to her shoulders barely helped so, frustrated, he dug his fingertips in under the top of her corset. The problem solved, he went at her with savage intensity, making up for lost time.

“Do you like fucking that tight little pussy?” Erika asked, “Does it feel good wrapped around your big, throbbing cock?” She pushed herself up slightly, shifting the angle of her body so that the bottom of Larry’s head was suddenly rubbing hard against a set of gentle ridges on the front wall of her pussy.

He groaned and forgot all about pacing himself. Muscles flexing, teeth clenched, he went all out—up until the moment the two corset panels he was holding onto ripped off in his hands. The force of his next thrust shoved Erika forward onto her face and sent Larry stumbling backward a few steps, still holding the two rubber rectangles.

Erika pushed herself back up and looked over one shoulder, the noises of her movement seeming louder than they had before. “Why’d you stop? That was just getting good.”

“Are you okay?” Larry asked, gesturing with the panels. Inside the opening left by their removal, he saw a complicated collection of wires, metal housings, and gleaming rods.

He saw her glossy lower lip catch the light as her mouth dropped open a few millimeters. Her eyes flickered intensely. “I felt a lot better with you inside me,” she said after a few seconds, and gave him a dentistry-advertisement grin.

Larry shrugged. He tossed the panels on the bed then looked worriedly at her exposed mechanisms. “Let’s try it standing.” He neither wanted his hand to accidentally slip inside, if they continued the way they had been, nor did he want to get his bunched-up sheets pushed in if he tried doing her on her back.

“You can have me however you want,” Erika said. She stood up and came face to face with Larry, entering into another long kiss. She gently massaged the back of his neck with one hand while her other found his flagging erection and brought it back to fullness.

Larry squeezed her bottom with both hands before bringing her forward against his body. He lifted her onto his cock, finding her lighter than he expected, and tried to hold her in place while thrusting with his hips. She helped by wrapping her legs around him, but the slick material she was covered with kept sliding out of his grasp. Hanging between pleasure and frustration, he turned and pushed her back against his dresser for some extra support. It worked, and he started pounding her as intently as he had on the bed, shoving the dresser back against the wall and jouncing everything atop it in the process.

Erika bared her teeth at him fiercely, “You’re so deep inside me; it feels so good! Don’t stop; don’t stop until you make me scream!”

Nearing climax, Larry was surprised to hear a crisp popping noise followed by a train of low buzzes and hisses. He opened his eyes and saw Erika’s blissful facial expression framed by a pall of smoke rising from behind her. He stopped, breathing heavily. “Is something wrong?”

Erika shook her head, “Everything’s perfect when you’re fucking me; it’s what I was made for.”

There was another pop, and another, illuminating the dresser with flashes of light, and the buzzing got louder. Increasingly attentive to his surroundings, Larry realized there was a liquid dripping from his hands where they gripped Erika’s rear. His eyes widened as he remembered the half-finished bottle of beer. He looked over Erika’s shoulder and saw the bottle knocked over, its contents spread in a gleaming pool that had run off the top of the dresser and down her back, right into the opening where the panels had been torn off.

“Fuck!” he cried.

“We already are,” Erika laughed.

Larry stepped back from the dresser and turned. “No, your back! We have to stop!”

Erika pouted. “Oh, but you were getting so close.”

“Get down and, and, I don’t know, I’ll go get some towels or something.”

“But I don’t want to stop yet,” she said, rocking herself to push him deeper inside her. There was a loud crackling noise and her legs suddenly tightened around Larry’s waist while every other part of her body went limp. She flopped back and her head hit the hardwood with a loud thump. “OhOhOhOhOhOh!” she stuttered, her eye-lights flickering erratically.

Larry pulled her up and heard something loosely rattle inside her lolling head. “Erika?”

There was another mechanical-sounding clatter in her chest, like when she’d started up, but this time it seemed to get hung up on a step, repeating it over and over until ending with an angry electrical buzzing that showed no sign of stopping. Erika suddenly picked her head up and looked Larry in the eyes. “It fe-fe-fe-feels so good,” she said in a badly distorted voice, grinding herself against him. “I don’t want you to stop—don’t want you to stop—don’t want you to stop-stop-stop,” she continued before smothering Larry’s mouth with a rough, clumsy kiss.

He broke away from the kiss for a moment, started to try to pry her off him again, to stop her, save her. Erika writhed against his body in response, glitchily begged him to cum inside her, to use her as she was meant to be used. He was stronger and effortlessly gained the upper hand against her uncoordinated resistance. Then he stopped. He listened to the ruinous cacophony coming from inside her body. He stared at the thick stream of smoke rising from where he’d torn away the barrier that shielded her delicate machinery.

“This is me giving in.”

Erika grinned. “I’m all yours,” she said, her lips giving shape to the words a second later than they left her electronic voicebox.

Larry pushed her back against the dresser, his hands gripping her upper arms, and began fucking her with single-minded focus. He paid no attention when smoke began to trickle upwards from her nostrils or when one of her heels dug momentarily into the back of his leg. His eyes closed, and his world contracted to the pounding impact of flesh on plastic, to the pleasure pulsing upwards into his body from where it met Erika’s. Groaning, he erupted into the tight warmth of her pussy with spurt after spurt of cum; not stopping his thrusts until it spilled in milky runnels down her glossy thighs.

He opened his eyes and saw Erika’s head tilted back and her face twitching strangely in the midst of her own orgasmic moan. The buzzing in her torso suddenly grew quieter and its pitch deepened. Larry’s eyes widened as he saw the plastic of her chest lose its sheen and sag inward, draping itself over the overheating mechanism inside. She didn’t seem to register his presence anymore, the damage to her systems had reduced her to little more than a twitching doll, still eagerly bouncing up and down on his now painfully sensitive cock. Her head swung back and forth and her voice crackled before starting to repeat the same looped half-second of digitized moaning, the lights in her eyes blinking on and off at random.

Larry pulled out of her and tried to set her down. To his surprise, Erika took to her feet and managed to stand, swaying in place as though she’d had too much to drink. Larry backed away, realizing only in its absence how much heat her chest had been radiating into him for the last few minutes.

He jumped at a shockingly loud bang from inside Erika’s back. Charred electronic components and unidentifiable bits of metal and plastic pelted the wall and dresser, and her eye-lights went completely out. A fist-sized gray box dropped out of her back, dangling from some wires, smoke seeping from a set of vents on its side. She slowly bent forward at the waist, finally tipping over onto her face before rolling stiffly to one side. The moan ceased repeating and slowly died away.

Larry stepped around the fallen doll until he could see inside her back. The compartment was a ruin of sooty circuitry and melted wiring, brightened by the occasional desultory spark as another piece of electronics belatedly surrendered. He sighed heavily and sat down on the edge of his bed.

He was supremely startled a few minutes into his reverie by a sharp, regular knocking at the door to his apartment…

THE END

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The Plaything

2020-01-12T04:24:32Z

D.Olivaw:

Larry sighed and shut the door behind him, closing out the flickering, eye-dagger light of the hallway fluorescents. He reminded himself to put in another maintenance request to get them fixed. Would that be the fifth? Sixth? It hardly mattered, he thought, flicking on the entryway light in his apartment and hanging his keys from the hook by the door. He’d probably end up fixing it himself at around ticket ten, going by previous experience.

“Home shit home,” he muttered with a wry smile as he kicked off his shoes and unknotted his tie. He headed into the kitchen for a beer, leaving the tie draped over what the management company’s brochure called the “bar,” really just a raised strip of kitchen counter behind the sink. The bottle opener was in its usual spot on the counter beside the fridge, amid a graveyard of its bent and twisted victims. He opened the refrigerator door and fished out a bottle from in between take-out boxes and incipient life-forms only questionably contained by Tupperware. Its top joined the others on the counter, followed by the opener.

Larry took a long swig and headed for the bedroom, planning to continue the novel he’d left on his nightstand. That’s odd, he thought. The door was closed. He could have sworn he’d left it open that morning. He felt the hair on his arms rise, and found himself tightly gripping the condensation-streaked beer bottle. He shook his head and took a deep breath and put his hand on the doorknob, but hesitated to turn it. “Idiot,” he said after a few more seconds of inaction. He swallowed, screwed up his courage, and flung the door open so hard that it rebounded off the doorstop and slammed shut in his face.

He stepped back reflexively, blinked, and burst out in laughter. ''Goddammit, I’m going nuts,'' he thought as he opened the bedroom door again and walked in. He switched on the lights and started opening the top few buttons of his shirt so he could breathe easier. “Gotta get a cat or some…” his voice trailed off and his eyes bulged as he noticed the gleaming, jet-black figure standing in the corner.

Except for her glossy red lips and the area around her still-closed eyes, every square inch of the interloper that Larry could see was covered with what looked like well-polished black latex. If the lipstick and the twin ponytails emerging from either side of the back of her head hadn’t been enough of a clue as to her sex, the way the outfit preternaturally hugged her melon-like breasts and flared hips would have.

“Wh-who are you?” Larry asked.

The strangely-attired woman didn’t answer. She didn’t move or blink, or even breathe, Larry realized after watching her chest fail to rise and fall. Bewildered, he crept closer. He saw that she was wearing a short under-bust corset distinguished from the surrounding material only by its edges and stiffening ribs. He sidled around her and was shocked to discover a thick grey cable running from the small of her back to an electrical outlet on the wall behind her.

He leaned in and studied her face. The hood followed every contour perfectly, and at first he thought it was just exceptionally tight and well-tailored. Then he looked closer and saw that the material didn’t lay atop the skin around her eyes and lips; the two surfaces were flush, with a barely perceptible seam between them. It wasn’t a hood at all, he realized with a start.

Questions were piling up in Larry’s head like cars in a freeway traffic accident, and in the absence of any guidance from his obstructed higher faculties the lower ones took over. He reached out and squeezed one of her rubber-coated breasts. There was just enough time to register the slick texture, despite the apparent absence of any shine agent, before she made a loud beeping noise. Larry snatched his hand away like it had been scalded and took a step back.

Myriad muffled hums and whirrs and chattering noises started up within the artificial woman’s body. They made a complex electro-mechanical symphony, rising and falling, starting, stopping, and starting again before finally quieting down. Larry thought it sounded like a half-dozen muffled printers running their start-up tests at once.

She made a friendly chiming noise, her lips curved into a smile, and her eyelids snapped open, revealing irises that glowed softly with violet light. “Hi, handsome!” she said. Her voice was high and clear-sounding, and carried only the slightest hint of its artificial source.

Larry goggled. “Hi…”

She pursed her lips and looked pensively up and to the right. “Oh, battery’s full! Give me just a second.”

With the sound of carefully orchestrated servomechanisms, she reached behind herself and pulled the plug out of her back, letting it fall to the ground. Her motions were sure and smooth but still robotic-seeming, Larry thought, as though he could see the seams between each component movement her programming had combined to get the hand to its destination.

“So who—what—are you, exactly? And what are you doing in my bedroom?” He took a long pull from his beer bottle and set it down on the dresser beside him.

The light in her eyes flickered. “I’m all yours.” She took one whirring step towards him.

Larry took a matching step back. “That’s nice, but who put you here? How did you get into my apartment?”

The flickering lasted longer this time. “I don’t know those things. All I know-” she took another step forward, “-is that I belong to you.”

Larry shook his head. “What’s your name?”

“I don’t have one yet. What do you want it to be?”

“You don’t even have a name!?"

“Would you like me to select one from memory? I am programmed with a list of 1,138 female names.”

“Go ahead,” Larry said.

Her eyes flashed. “My name is Gertrude,” she said proudly.

“Uhh, maybe let’s pick another.”

“My name is Ethel.”

“Is this a list of the most popular girl names in 1935? Pick another.”

“My name is Nivaeh.”

“Oh God, that’s even worse. Okay, okay, I give up. How about… um… Erika,” he plucked from somewhere in his subconscious.

“My name is Erika,” she said, sounding precisely as pleased as she had been with the earlier names.

He sighed. “Nice to meet you, Erika, I’m Larry.”

“Mmm, Larry.” She drew the name out, caressing it with her voice. “Such a strong, masculine, sexy name.” Erika closed the last few steps between them and put her hand on his chest.

“Rea—oh, never mind.” The phrase ‘reality is stranger than fiction because fiction has to make sense’ drifted up from the depths of his memory. Before, he’d accepted it as truism; now he faced it as brute fact. He put his hands on Erika’s corseted waist. “Look, I don’t know what the fuck’s going on here. It looks like you don’t either. I could take you to the cops; they’d give me some funny looks and make me fill out a lot of paperwork, then turn you off, impound you, try to figure out who owned you. I’d never see you again. Or I could give in.” He took a deep breath and looked into her empty, violet eyes. “This is me giving in.” He drew her body against his and kissed her deeply.

The kiss went on; became many kisses. Erika sought his lips with no less heat than he sought hers. He explored her body with his hands: her firm, round bottom; her heavy breasts; the places where the edges of her inner structures could be felt through the padding under her rubber skin. Delving between her legs, he felt a discontinuity: the pretend-catsuit was crotchless, giving way to smooth silicone labia. He stroked between them with his fingers and a gush of lubricant answered the touch. Erika responded in kind, groping his erection through the front of his slacks.

Larry unzipped his pants and let the erection fall into Erika’s hand. She pressed it against the front of her body, catching the shaft between palm and pubic mound. He began rocking his hips, thrusting into the space she’d made, and she gripped him tighter, drawing forth bright beads of fluid that his motion smeared into streaks on the mirror finish of her abdomen.

“You seem ready to me,” she said.

Larry was briefly confused when she abruptly let go and turned from him. Then she bent over his bed and arched her back with a growl of actuators, exposing the pale, pink silicone of her sexual interface, and he understood. His clothes landed in a heap in the corner of the room.

He didn’t hesitate, spreading her with his thumbs before plunging inside, rocking her forward on the platforms of her built-in heels with his first thrust. For a moment he held there, at the deepest point, feeling her cool plastic thighs and calves against the front of his legs.

Erika turned her head, presenting a lustful sneer in profile. “Fuck me!”

Larry obeyed, but soon encountered trouble. His hands grew sweaty and he lost his grip on her sides. Switching to her shoulders barely helped so, frustrated, he dug his fingertips in under the top of her corset. The problem solved, he went at her with savage intensity, making up for lost time.

“Do you like fucking that tight little pussy?” Erika asked, “Does it feel good wrapped around your big, throbbing cock?” She pushed herself up slightly, shifting the angle of her body so that the bottom of Larry’s head was suddenly rubbing hard against a set of gentle ridges on the front wall of her pussy.

He groaned and forgot all about pacing himself. Muscles flexing, teeth clenched, he went all out—up until the moment the two corset panels he was holding onto ripped off in his hands. The force of his next thrust shoved Erika forward onto her face and sent Larry stumbling backward a few steps, still holding the two rubber rectangles.

Erika pushed herself back up and looked over one shoulder, the noises of her movement seeming louder than they had before. “Why’d you stop? That was just getting good.”

“Are you okay?” Larry asked, gesturing with the panels. Inside the opening left by their removal, he saw a complicated collection of wires, metal housings, and gleaming rods.

He saw her glossy lower lip catch the light as her mouth dropped open a few millimeters. Her eyes flickered intensely. “I felt a lot better with you inside me,” she said after a few seconds, and gave him a dentistry-advertisement grin.

Larry shrugged. He tossed the panels on the bed then looked worriedly at her exposed mechanisms. “Let’s try it standing.” He neither wanted his hand to accidentally slip inside, if they continued the way they had been, nor did he want to get his bunched-up sheets pushed in if he tried doing her on her back.

“You can have me however you want,” Erika said. She stood up and came face to face with Larry, entering into another long kiss. She gently massaged the back of his neck with one hand while her other found his flagging erection and brought it back to fullness.

Larry squeezed her bottom with both hands before bringing her forward against his body. He lifted her onto his cock, finding her lighter than he expected, and tried to hold her in place while thrusting with his hips. She helped by wrapping her legs around him, but the slick material she was covered with kept sliding out of his grasp. Hanging between pleasure and frustration, he turned and pushed her back against his dresser for some extra support. It worked, and he started pounding her as intently as he had on the bed, shoving the dresser back against the wall and jouncing everything atop it in the process.

Erika bared her teeth at him fiercely, “You’re so deep inside me; it feels so good! Don’t stop; don’t stop until you make me scream!”

Nearing climax, Larry was surprised to hear a crisp popping noise followed by a train of low buzzes and hisses. He opened his eyes and saw Erika’s blissful facial expression framed by a pall of smoke rising from behind her. He stopped, breathing heavily. “Is something wrong?”

Erika shook her head, “Everything’s perfect when you’re fucking me; it’s what I was made for.”

There was another pop, and another, illuminating the dresser with flashes of light, and the buzzing got louder. Increasingly attentive to his surroundings, Larry realized there was a liquid dripping from his hands where they gripped Erika’s rear. His eyes widened as he remembered the half-finished bottle of beer. He looked over Erika’s shoulder and saw the bottle knocked over, its contents spread in a gleaming pool that had run off the top of the dresser and down her back, right into the opening where the panels had been torn off.

“Fuck!” he cried.

“We already are,” Erika laughed.

Larry stepped back from the dresser and turned. “No, your back! We have to stop!”

Erika pouted. “Oh, but you were getting so close.”

“Get down and, and, I don’t know, I’ll go get some towels or something.”

“But I don’t want to stop yet,” she said, rocking herself to push him deeper inside her. There was a loud crackling noise and her legs suddenly tightened around Larry’s waist while every other part of her body went limp. She flopped back and her head hit the hardwood with a loud thump. “OhOhOhOhOhOh!” she stuttered, here eye-lights flickering erratically.

Larry pulled her up and heard something loosely rattle inside her lolling head. “Erika?”

There was another mechanical-sounding clatter in her chest, like when she’d started up, but this time it seemed to get hung up on a step, repeating it over and over until ending with an angry electrical buzzing that showed no sign of stopping. Erika suddenly picked her head up and looked Larry in the eyes. “It fe-fe-fe-feels so good,” she said in a badly distorted voice, grinding herself against him. “I don’t want you to stop—don’t want you to stop—don’t want you to stop-stop-stop,” she continued before smothering Larry’s mouth with a rough, clumsy kiss.

He broke away from the kiss for a moment, started to try to pry her off him again, to stop her, save her. Erika writhed against his body in response, glitchily begged him to cum inside her, to use her as she was meant to be used. He was stronger and effortlessly gained the upper hand against her uncoordinated resistance. Then he stopped. He listened to the ruinous cacophony coming from inside her body. He stared at the thick stream of smoke rising from where he’d torn away the barrier that shielded her delicate machinery.

“This is me giving in.”

Erika grinned. “I’m all yours,” she said, her lips giving shape to the words a second later than they left her electronic voicebox.

Larry pushed her back against the dresser, his hands gripping her upper arms, and began fucking her with single-minded focus. He paid no attention when smoke began to trickle upwards from her nostrils or when one of her heels dug momentarily into the back of his leg. His eyes closed, and his world contracted to the pounding impact of flesh on plastic, to the pleasure pulsing upwards into his body from where it met Erika’s. Groaning, he erupted into the tight warmth of her pussy with spurt after spurt of cum; not stopping his thrusts until it spilled in milky runnels down her glossy thighs.

He opened his eyes and saw Erika’s head tilted back and her face twitching strangely in the midst of her own orgasmic moan. The buzzing in her torso suddenly grew quieter and its pitch deepened. Larry’s eyes widened as he saw the plastic of her chest lose its sheen and sag inward, draping itself over the overheating mechanism inside. She didn’t seem to register his presence anymore, the damage to her systems had reduced her to little more than a twitching doll, still eagerly bouncing up and down on his now painfully sensitive cock. Her head swung back and forth and her voice crackled before starting to repeat the same looped half-second of digitized moaning, the lights in her eyes blinking on and off at random.

Larry pulled out of her and tried to set her down. To his surprise, Erika took to her feet and managed to stand, swaying in place as though she’d had too much to drink. Larry backed away, realizing only in its absence how much heat her chest had been radiating into him for the last few minutes.

He jumped at a shockingly loud bang from inside Erika’s back. Charred electronic components and unidentifiable bits of metal and plastic pelted the wall and dresser, and her eye-lights went completely out. A fist-sized gray box dropped out of her back, dangling from some wires, smoke seeping from a set of vents on its side. She slowly bent forward at the waist, finally tipping over onto her face before rolling stiffly to one side. The moan ceased repeating and slowly died away.

Larry stepped around the fallen doll until he could see inside her back. The compartment was a ruin of sooty circuitry and melted wiring, brightened by the occasional desultory spark as another piece of electronics belatedly surrendered. He sighed heavily and sat down on the edge of his bed.

He was supremely startled a few minutes into his reverie by a sharp, regular knocking at the door to his apartment…

THE END

Stories/D. Olivaw

2020-01-12T04:23:40Z

D.Olivaw:

#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]
#[[House Call]]
#[[First Date]]
#[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]
#[[The Plaything]]
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The Plaything

2020-01-12T04:23:31Z

D.Olivaw: Created page with "Larry sighed and shut the door behind him, closing out the flickering, eye-dagger light of the hallway fluorescents. He reminded himself to put in another maintenance request..."

Larry sighed and shut the door behind him, closing out the flickering, eye-dagger light of the hallway fluorescents. He reminded himself to put in another maintenance request to get them fixed. Would that be the fifth? Sixth? It hardly mattered, he thought, flicking on the entryway light in his apartment and hanging his keys from the hook by the door. He’d probably end up fixing it himself at around ticket ten, going by previous experience.

“Home shit home,” he muttered with a wry smile as he kicked off his shoes and unknotted his tie. He headed into the kitchen for a beer, leaving the tie draped over what the management company’s brochure called the “bar,” really just a raised strip of kitchen counter behind the sink. The bottle opener was in its usual spot on the counter beside the fridge, amid a graveyard of its bent and twisted victims. He opened the refrigerator door and fished out a bottle from in between take-out boxes and incipient life-forms only questionably contained by Tupperware. Its top joined the others on the counter, followed by the opener.

Larry took a long swig and headed for the bedroom, planning to continue the novel he’d left on his nightstand. That’s odd, he thought. The door was closed. He could have sworn he’d left it open that morning. He felt the hair on his arms rise, and found himself tightly gripping the condensation-streaked beer bottle. He shook his head and took a deep breath and put his hand on the doorknob, but hesitated to turn it. “Idiot,” he said after a few more seconds of inaction. He swallowed, screwed up his courage, and flung the door open so hard that it rebounded off the doorstop and slammed shut in his face.

He stepped back reflexively, blinked, and burst out in laughter. ''Goddammit, I’m going nuts,'' he thought as he opened the bedroom door again and walked in. He switched on the lights and started opening the top few buttons of his shirt so he could breathe easier. “Gotta get a cat or some…” his voice trailed off and his eyes bulged as he noticed the gleaming, jet-black figure standing in the corner.

Except for her glossy red lips and the area around her still-closed eyes, every square inch of the interloper that Larry could see was covered with what looked like well-polished black latex. If the lipstick and the twin ponytails emerging from either side of the back of her head hadn’t been enough of a clue as to her sex, the way the outfit preternaturally hugged her melon-like breasts and flared hips would have.

“Wh-who are you?” Larry asked.

The strangely-attired woman didn’t answer. She didn’t move or blink, or even breathe, Larry realized after watching her chest fail to rise and fall. Bewildered, he crept closer. He saw that she was wearing a short under-bust corset distinguished from the surrounding material only by its edges and stiffening ribs. He sidled around her and was shocked to discover a thick grey cable running from the small of her back to an electrical outlet on the wall behind her.

He leaned in and studied her face. The hood followed every contour perfectly, and at first he thought it was just exceptionally tight and well-tailored. Then he looked closer and saw that the material didn’t lay atop the skin around her eyes and lips; the two surfaces were flush, with a barely perceptible seam between them. It wasn’t a hood at all, he realized with a start.

Questions were piling up in Larry’s head like cars in a freeway traffic accident, and in the absence of any guidance from his obstructed higher faculties the lower ones took over. He reached out and squeezed one of her rubber-coated breasts. There was just enough time to register the slick texture, despite the apparent absence of any shine agent, before she made a loud beeping noise. Larry snatched his hand away like it had been scalded and took a step back.

Myriad muffled hums and whirrs and chattering noises started up within the artificial woman’s body. They made a complex electro-mechanical symphony, rising and falling, starting, stopping, and starting again before finally quieting down. Larry thought it sounded like a half-dozen muffled printers running their start-up tests at once.

She made a friendly chiming noise, her lips curved into a smile, and her eyelids snapped open, revealing irises that glowed softly with violet light. “Hi, handsome!” she said. Her voice was high and clear-sounding, and carried only the slightest hint of its artificial source.

Larry goggled. “Hi…”

She pursed her lips and looked pensively up and to the right. “Oh, battery’s full! Give me just a second.”

With the sound of carefully orchestrated servomechanisms, she reached behind herself and pulled the plug out of her back, letting it fall to the ground. Her motions were sure and smooth but still robotic-seeming, Larry thought, as though he could see the seams between each component movement her programming had combined to get the hand to its destination.

“So who—what—are you, exactly? And what are you doing in my bedroom?” He took a long pull from his beer bottle and set it down on the dresser beside him.

The light in her eyes flickered. “I’m all yours.” She took one whirring step towards him.

Larry took a matching step back. “That’s nice, but who put you here? How did you get into my apartment?”

The flickering lasted longer this time. “I don’t know those things. All I know-” she took another step forward, “-is that I belong to you.”

Larry shook his head. “What’s your name?”

“I don’t have one yet. What do you want it to be?”

“You don’t even have a name!?"

“Would you like me to select one from memory? I am programmed with a list of 1,138 female names.”

“Go ahead,” Larry said.

Her eyes flashed. “My name is Gertrude,” she said proudly.

“Uhh, maybe let’s pick another.”

“My name is Ethel.”

“Is this a list of the most popular girl names in 1935? Pick another.”

“My name is Nivaeh.”

“Oh God, that’s even worse. Okay, okay, I give up. How about… um… Erika,” he plucked from somewhere in his subconscious.

“My name is Erika,” she said, sounding precisely as pleased as she had been with the earlier names.

He sighed. “Nice to meet you, Erika, I’m Larry.”

“Mmm, Larry.” She drew the name out, caressing it with her voice. “Such a strong, masculine, sexy name.” Erika closed the last few steps between them and put her hand on his chest.

“Rea—oh, never mind.” The phrase ‘reality is stranger than fiction because fiction has to make sense’ drifted up from the depths of his memory. Before, he’d accepted it as truism; now he faced it as brute fact. He put his hands on Erika’s corseted waist. “Look, I don’t know what the fuck’s going on here. It looks like you don’t either. I could take you to the cops; they’d give me some funny looks and make me fill out a lot of paperwork, then turn you off, impound you, try to figure out who owned you. I’d never see you again. Or I could give in.” He took a deep breath and looked into her empty, violet eyes. “This is me giving in.” He drew her body against his and kissed her deeply.

The kiss went on; became many kisses. Erika sought his lips with no less heat than he sought hers. He explored her body with his hands: her firm, round bottom; her heavy breasts; the places where the edges of her inner structures could be felt through the padding under her rubber skin. Delving between her legs, he felt a discontinuity: the pretend-catsuit was crotchless, giving way to smooth silicone labia. He stroked between them with his fingers and a gush of lubricant answered the touch. Erika responded in kind, groping his erection through the front of his slacks.

Larry unzipped his pants and let the erection fall into Erika’s hand. She pressed it against the front of her body, catching the shaft between palm and pubic mound. He began rocking his hips, thrusting into the space she’d made, and she gripped him tighter, drawing forth bright beads of fluid that his motion smeared into streaks on the mirror finish of her abdomen.

“You seem ready to me,” she said.

Larry was briefly confused when she abruptly let go and turned from him. Then she bent over his bed and arched her back with a growl of actuators, exposing the pale, pink silicone of her sexual interface, and he understood. His clothes landed in a heap in the corner of the room.

He didn’t hesitate, spreading her with his thumbs before plunging inside, rocking her forward on the platforms of her built-in heels with his first thrust. For a moment he held there, at the deepest point, feeling her cool plastic thighs and calves against the front of his legs.

Erika turned her head, presenting a lustful sneer in profile. “Fuck me!”

Larry obeyed, but soon encountered trouble. His hands grew sweaty and he lost his grip on her sides. Switching to her shoulders barely helped so, frustrated, he dug his fingertips in under the top of her corset. The problem solved, he went at her with savage intensity, making up for lost time.

“Do you like fucking that tight little pussy?” Erika asked, “Does it feel good wrapped around your big, throbbing cock?” She pushed herself up slightly, shifting the angle of her body so that the bottom of Larry’s head was suddenly rubbing hard against a set of gentle ridges on the front wall of her pussy.

He groaned and forgot all about pacing himself. Muscles flexing, teeth clenched, he went all out—up until the moment the two corset panels he was holding onto ripped off in his hands. The force of his next thrust shoved Erika forward onto her face and sent Larry stumbling backward a few steps, still holding the two rubber rectangles.

Erika pushed herself back up and looked over one shoulder, the noises of her movement seeming louder than they had before. “Why’d you stop? That was just getting good.”

“Are you okay?” Larry asked, gesturing with the panels. Inside the opening left by their removal, he saw a complicated collection of wires, metal housings, and gleaming rods.

He saw her glossy lower lip catch the light as her mouth dropped open a few millimeters. Her eyes flickered intensely. “I felt a lot better with you inside me,” she said after a few seconds, and gave him a dentistry-advertisement grin.

Larry shrugged. He tossed the panels on the bed then looked worriedly at her exposed mechanisms. “Let’s try it standing.” He neither wanted his hand to accidentally slip inside, if they continued the way they had been, nor did he want to get his bunched-up sheets pushed in if he tried doing her on her back.

“You can have me however you want,” Erika said. She stood up and came face to face with Larry, entering into another long kiss. She gently massaged the back of his neck with one hand while her other found his flagging erection and brought it back to fullness.

Larry squeezed her bottom with both hands before bringing her forward against his body. He lifted her onto his cock, finding her lighter than he expected, and tried to hold her in place while thrusting with his hips. She helped by wrapping her legs around him, but the slick material she was covered with kept sliding out of his grasp. Hanging between pleasure and frustration, he turned and pushed her back against his dresser for some extra support. It worked, and he started pounding her as intently as he had on the bed, shoving the dresser back against the wall and jouncing everything atop it in the process.

Erika bared her teeth at him fiercely, “You’re so deep inside me; it feels so good! Don’t stop; don’t stop until you make me scream!”

Nearing climax, Larry was surprised to hear a crisp popping noise followed by a train of low buzzes and hisses. He opened his eyes and saw Erika’s blissful facial expression framed by a pall of smoke rising from behind her. He stopped, breathing heavily. “Is something wrong?”

Erika shook her head, “Everything’s perfect when you’re fucking me; it’s what I was made for.”

There was another pop, and another, illuminating the dresser with flashes of light, and the buzzing got louder. Increasingly attentive to his surroundings, Larry realized there was a liquid dripping from his hands where they gripped Erika’s rear. His eyes widened as he remembered the half-finished bottle of beer. He looked over Erika’s shoulder and saw the bottle knocked over, its contents spread in a gleaming pool that had run off the top of the dresser and down her back, right into the opening where the panels had been torn off.

“Fuck!” he cried.

“We already are,” Erika laughed.

Larry stepped back from the dresser and turned. “No, your back! We have to stop!”

Erika pouted. “Oh, but you were getting so close.”

“Get down and, and, I don’t know, I’ll go get some towels or something.”

“But I don’t want to stop yet,” she said, rocking herself to push him deeper inside her. There was a loud crackling noise and her legs suddenly tightened around Larry’s waist while every other part of her body went limp. She flopped back and her head hit the hardwood with a loud thump. “OhOhOhOhOhOh!” she stuttered, here eye-lights flickering erratically.

Larry pulled her up and heard something loosely rattle inside her lolling head. “Erika?”

There was another mechanical-sounding clatter in her chest, like when she’d started up, but this time it seemed to get hung up on a step, repeating it over and over until ending with an angry electrical buzzing that showed no sign of stopping. Erika suddenly picked her head up and looked Larry in the eyes. “It fe-fe-fe-feels so good,” she said in a badly distorted voice, grinding herself against him. “I don’t want you to stop—don’t want you to stop—don’t want you to stop-stop-stop,” she continued before smothering Larry’s mouth with a rough, clumsy kiss.

He broke away from the kiss for a moment, started to try to pry her off him again, to stop her, save her. Erika writhed against his body in response, glitchily begged him to cum inside her, to use her as she was meant to be used. He was stronger and effortlessly gained the upper hand against her uncoordinated resistance. Then he stopped. He listened to the ruinous cacophony coming from inside her body. He stared at the thick stream of smoke rising from where he’d torn away the barrier that shielded her delicate machinery.

“This is me giving in.”

Erika grinned. “I’m all yours,” she said, her lips giving shape to the words a second later than they left her electronic voicebox.

Larry pushed her back against the dresser, his hands gripping her upper arms, and began fucking her with single-minded focus. He paid no attention when smoke began to trickle upwards from her nostrils or when one of her heels dug momentarily into the back of his leg. His eyes closed, and his world contracted to the pounding impact of flesh on plastic, to the pleasure pulsing upwards into his body from where it met Erika’s. Groaning, he erupted into the tight warmth of her pussy with spurt after spurt of cum; not stopping his thrusts until it spilled in milky runnels down her glossy thighs.

He opened his eyes and saw Erika’s head tilted back and her face twitching strangely in the midst of her own orgasmic moan. The buzzing in her torso suddenly grew quieter and its pitch deepened. Larry’s eyes widened as he saw the plastic of her chest lose its sheen and sag inward, draping itself over the overheating mechanism inside. She didn’t seem to register his presence anymore, the damage to her systems had reduced her to little more than a twitching doll, still eagerly bouncing up and down on his now painfully sensitive cock. Her head swung back and forth and her voice crackled before starting to repeat the same looped half-second of digitized moaning, the lights in her eyes blinking on and off at random.

Larry pulled out of her and tried to set her down. To his surprise, Erika took to her feet and managed to stand, swaying in place as though she’d had too much to drink. Larry backed away, realizing only in its absence how much heat her chest had been radiating into him for the last few minutes.

He jumped at a shockingly loud bang from inside Erika’s back. Charred electronic components and unidentifiable bits of metal and plastic pelted the wall and dresser, and her eye-lights went completely out. A fist-sized gray box dropped out of her back, dangling from some wires, smoke seeping from a set of vents on its side. She slowly bent forward at the waist, finally tipping over onto her face before rolling stiffly to one side. The moan ceased repeating and slowly died away.

Larry stepped around the fallen doll until he could see inside her back. The compartment was a ruin of sooty circuitry and melted wiring, brightened by the occasional desultory spark as another piece of electronics belatedly surrendered. He sighed heavily and sat down on the edge of his bed.

He was supremely startled a few minutes into his reverie by a sharp, regular knocking at the door to his apartment…

THE END

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2019-10-27T00:58:49Z

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2019-04-30T01:13:23Z

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==0-9==
===[[Stories/1001011001|1001011001]]===
#[[Customer Service]]
#[[Dollsnatcher]]
#[[Hollywood]]
#[[Sketch Artist]]
#[[The Trial]]
#[[Spy Report]]

===[[Stories/123bot|123bot]]===
#[[Rebecca]]
#[[Rebecca: Lisa]]

===[[Stories/33cl33|33cl33]]===
#[[A Very Welcome Surprise]]
#[[Dinner Guests]]

===[[Stories/60Binder|60Binder]]===
#[[Simply Sandy]]

===[[Stories/73737373737373|73737373737373]]===
#[[Prototype Abridged]]
#[[Field Test Abridged]]
#[[Private Coverage of the Underground Fembot Athletics]]
#[[Master Loves Twin Girls]]

==A==
===[[Stories/Aerosol Kid|Aerosol Kid]]===
#[[Femella Ex Machina]]

===[[Stories/Agent Smith|Agent Smith]]===
#[[The Android Riots Of 2033]]

===[[Stories/alaval92|alaval92]]===
#[[Too Perfect]]
#[[Conspiracy]]

===[[Stories/Andrewd|Andrewd]]===
#[[Andrew's Research]]

===[[Stories/Apok|Apok]]===
#[[A Rebooted Life]]
#[[Second-Rate]]
#[[Unit Two]]
#[[Sig's Upgrade]]
#[[Protection]]
#[[Hotline]]

===[[Stories/Ashyne|Ashyne]]===
#[[First Contact: Horror Unleashed]]

===[[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]]===
*The ReVerse (many characters originated by [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
#[[Wasabi: A Boom-Boom Joint]]
#[[Lazy Phone]]
#Castle Mysteries!: [[Castle Mysteries!: Coup De Grace|Coup De Grace]]
#Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
# Castle Mysteries!: [[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
# Castle Mysteries!: [[Not Quite Human]]
#[[Alisha's Room]]

===[[Stories/Avoyak|Avoyak]]===
#[[Katerina, type 02 Robot]]

==B==
===[[Stories/BA|BA]]===
#[[Home Service warranty]]
#[[Business Class]]
#[[Childminder]]
#[[CLAIRE 33]]
#[[Holiday]]
#[[Information Retrieval]]
#[[Mrs. Allen's Two O'Clock]]
#[[Sisterhood]]
#[[Upgrading Beth]]
#[[Just One Quick Question...]]
#[[Helpline]]
#[[Cooperant Pair]]
#[[Traffic Incident]]
#[[Survival]]
#[[Assistant]]
#[[Tech Refresh]]
#[[Mechanic]]
#[[Denial Of Service Attack]]
#[[Ignorance is Bliss]]
#[[Jenny]]
#[[Aptitude Test]]
#[[Special Agent]]
#[[Generations]]
#[[Housewife]]
#[[Green Flag]]
#[[Houseguest]]
#[[A Place to Stay]]
#[[Service Please]]
#[[Date Calibration]]
#[[Plastic Trash]]
#[[Threshold]]
#[[Party Night - unfinished]]
#[[Empty City]]
#[[Bad Day]]
#[[An Interview With Janet]]
#[[Combat Sex Droids: No Limits]]
#[[How Far Will She Go on a First Date]]
#[[Tech Error]]
#[[The Rutuksee Clinique Case]]
#[[Investigative]]
#[[New Toy]]
#[[Feeling a Little Peculiar...]]

===[[Stories/Bad Kitty|Bad Kitty]]===
#[[Confessions of a Robo-Hottie]]

===[[Stories/Baron|Baron]]===
#[[Law & Order SVU TNG - Cops Get Religion]]
#[[About The I-12 Kronicles]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 1: R.O.S.I.E]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 2: Gina]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 3: Rochelle]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 4: Maisie]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 5: Chase]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 6: Liza-Beta]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 7: The Homecoming]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 8: One Zero Nightmare]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 9: Miseries Miracles & More Miseries]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 10: Inspektor Jekyll, Gone Mr. Hyde?]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11: The Legends of KFC & Blueboy]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11a: Dual Homage II]]

===[[Stories/Bart|Bart]]===
#[[Return Home]]
#[[Free Shipping]]
#[[Annie's Successor]]

===[[Stories/Battery|Battery]]===
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Darkbutflashy)]]

===[[Stories/Bigcoyote|Bigcoyote]]===
#[[Maryanne One]]

===[[Stories/Blake Sigma|Blake Sigma]]===
#[[Where Are You, Lovely?]]
#[[A.I.L.A.: Birth]]
#[[TITAN S]]

===[[Stories/blond111|blond111]]===
#[[Kiabot]]

===[[Stories/bolton|bolton]]===
#[[Skin]]

===[[Stories/Bombforabooty|Bombforabooty]]===
#[[Public Explosions]]

===[[Stories/Bonita772|Bonita772]]===
#[[Wife Repair]]

===[[Stories/boolean2|boolean2]]===
#[[Clearance]]

===[[Stories/Botfriend2000|Botfriend2000]]===
#[[The Purchase...]]
#[[CyGenPleasuretronics/Kimberlys Evaluation]]
#[[The Job Interview]]
#[[Family Matters]]
#[[The Halloween Story]]
#[[The Interrogation]]
#[[Their Side of Events]]

===[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]===
#[[Corporate Espionage]]
#[[Dienst #1 - Trojan Horse]]
#[[Eudoxia]]
#[[One More Fare]]
#[[Open And Shut Case]]
#[[Over Some Drinks]]
#[[Smell Bridges Burning (The Intern)]]
#[[Standard Of Deviation]]
#[[The Ersatz Cadet]]
#[[The Hustler]]
#[[The Real Deal]]
#[[Three Pawns]]
#[[Tinted Windows]]
#[[Heinrich Brueckmann's Unfinished Works]]

===[[Stories/Brytestar|Brytestar]]===
#[[Angelmech Battle Cheerleader Cherry]]
#[[Automaid Fighter Kimiko Prelude]]
#[[Cyberknight Dreams]]
#[[Sailor Valkerie - Interview With A Mechascout]]
#[[The Brytestar Chronicles: The Early Years]]

===[[Stories/Bunnybot|Bunnybot]]===
#[[BunnyBots Part One: The Conversion Of Vanessa]]
#[[Tammy]]
#[[Bunnybots - Ava]]
#[[Tammy: Eve]]
#[[The Actress]]
#[[Cassandra]]
#[[Companion Dolls - Economic Unit]]

===[[Stories/ButchyBoy|ButchyBoy]]===
#[[The Nightingale's Song]]
#[[Fembots In History: Queen Isabella]]
#[[Little Red Riding Hood-Fractured Gynoid Tale]]
#[[The Vanishing Warlord]]
#[[Fembots In History - Annie Oakley]]
#[[Can't Get That Song Outta My Head]]
#[[The Nut-Cricket Adventure]]
#[[Galatea]]
#[[The Contest Winner]]
#[[Droid Hunter]]

==C==
===[[Stories/Cam_1361|Cam_1361]]===
#[[Untitled (Cam_1361)]]

===[[Stories/Capn Jake|Capn Jake]]===
#[[Jenny6525B]]

===[[Stories/CaptainStorytime|CaptainStorytime]]===
#[[A Gift Unwanted]]

===[[Stories/Castaliaman|Castaliaman]]===
#[[Jeopardy 2104]]

===[[Stories/Chains of Adamant|Chains of Adamant]]===
#[[Gallinax]]
#[[Christmas Surprise]]
#[[The Prison]]
#[[Miriam]]

===[[Stories/Cecilauthor|Cecilauthor]]===
#[[Fleshware Requiem]]
#[[Apocalypse Doll - Celebrity Edition]]
#[[Robot Power]]
#[[Golden Apple]]
#[[Melting Point]]

===[[Stories/ChaosSeeder|ChaosSeeder]]===
#[[Programming an Adventure]]

===[[Stories/chepamasta|chepamasta]]===
#[[That's what friends are for!]]

===[[Stories/Cjfriel|Cjfriel]]===
#[[Autopia]]

===[[Stories/code_author|code_author]]===
#[[Pressure on a Relationship]]

===[[Stories/confusitron!!|confusitron!!]]===
#[[Danni - A Conversion]]

===[[Stories/Construct|Construct]]===
#[[Re-Constructed]]

==D==
===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===
#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]
#[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]
#[[First Date]]
#[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]

===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===
#[[Universal Remote]]

===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===
#[[Mike and Mary]]

===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===
#[[June]]
#[[Sara 3]]

===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===
#[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===
#[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]

===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===
#[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]
#[[Volleybot]]
#[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]
#[[Training lesson]]
#[[Fembot technician]]
#[[Studio]]
#[[Beer girl]]
#[[Meet on bus]]

===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===
#[[My Robot]]
#[[TD Walkman Mall]]
#[[Smashed]]
#[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]
#[[Witch Hazel]]

===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===
#[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]

===[[Stories/DollSpace|DollSpace]]===
#[[Selina]]

===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===
#[[Door To Door]]
#[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]

===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===
*[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]

Season 1:
#[[Vicki's New Life]]
#[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]
#[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]
#[[Unmade, Unbroken]]
#[[Out of this World]]
#[[ShowStopper]]
#[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]
#[[The Family of Steel]]
#[[Electric Child]]
#[[Toys in the Attic]]
#[[A House Divided]]
#[[Kirsten's Choice]]
#[[Epsilon]]
#[[Cold Blood]]
#[[Lawson's Eleven]]
#[[A Criminal Mind]]
#[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]
#[[Falling Away]]
#[[Valley of the Damned]]

Season 2:
#[[Mr. Roboto]]
#[[Only Human]]
#[[Beast]]
#[[Dragon]]
#[[Broken]]

===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===
#[[Automated Seduction]]
#[[Reunion]]
#[[$tacks Casino]]
#[[The Neoprene Demon]]
#[[K1MB3RLY_M84U]]
#[[N4T4L1A_M84U]]
#[[T3SS4_M84U]]
#[[Soviet Doll]]

==E==
===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===
#[[Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Choices]]
#[[The Playroom]]
#[[Market Test]]
#[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]
#[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]
#[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]
#[[April]]
#[[1962]]

===[[Stories/Esleeper|Esleeper]]===
#[[Electric Sleep- Background Information]]
#[[Electric Sleep]]
#[[Electric Dreams]]
#Electric Awakening
##[[Electric Awakening Part 1|Part 1]]
##[[Electric Awakening Part 2|Part 2]]
##[[Electric Awakening Part 3|Part 3]] (currently incomplete, will be posted when it is finished)
===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===
#[[The Plantation "Sister-In-Law"]]

===[[Stories/evil_boo|evil_boo]]===
#[[The Fantasia Club]]
#[[Bits and Pieces]]
#[[Encounter with Emily]]
#[[Checked Items]]
#[[Crash and Burn]]
#[[Open-case]]
#[[Halloween Short]]

===[[Stories/Extyr|Extyr]]===
#[[Mecha-Valkyrie]]

==F==
===[[Stories/Faceless001|Faceless001]]===
#[[Fantastic Voyage]]
#[[The Carbon Man]]

===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===
#[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]

===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===
#[[The Maid]]
#[[Dead Dog Two]]
#[[Setting Things Straight]]
#[[Weird Old Post I Found (The Lulu Tseng Conspiracy)]]
#[[Cybersocialites]]

===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===
#[[Dora]]

===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===
#[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]
#[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]
#[[Sour Candy]]
#[[Model Citizen]]
#[[The Magi and the Harem]]
#[[Achilles Heels]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===
#[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===
#[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]
#[[The Bridesmaid]]
#[[The Secret]]
#[[True Lies]]

===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===
#[[The Nannybot1000A]]

===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===
#[[Numerology]]

===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===
#[[A Question Of Faith]]
#[[A Question Of Liberty]]
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==G==
===[[Stories/General|General]]===
#[[Access Denied]]
#[[Blue Chips]]
#[[The Rental]]
#[[History In The Flesh]]
#[[A Second Life]]
#[[Talk Radio]]
#[[What You Leave Behind]]
#[[Focus]]
#[[Modifying the Contract]]
#[[Tech Support]]
#[[Bounty]]
#[[The Grinder]]

===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===
#[[The Flatmate]]

===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===
#[[Unfinished ATM]]
#[[No Refunds Offered]]

===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===
#[[A Fight Too Far]]

===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===
#[[Sentimental Perfection]]
#[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]
*[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe
#[[That Which Was Left Behind]]
#[[Rochelle's Justice]]
#[[A Day at the Ranges]]
* Side stories to other writers' series:
#[[Nemesis]]

===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===
#[[Teacher]]
#[[A New Purpose]]
#[[Chopping Wood]]
#[[Sacrifice]]
#[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]

===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===
#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]
#[[Electra]]
#[[Maid to Order]]
#[[Exo Saves the Day]]
#[[What Once Was Lost]]
#[[Lost but Found]]
#[[Corrupted]]
#[[Simulating Wilderness]]
#[[All Wrapped Up]]
#[[Shop Girls]]

===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===
#[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]

==H==
===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===
#[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]

===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===
#[[Jumplead]]

===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===
#[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]
#[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]

===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===
#[[A Yet Untitled Story]]
#[[Loveless]]

===[[Stories/HypnoticProse]]===
#[[Autolog of a Synthetic Mom]]

==I==
===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===
#[[Sloane]]

===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===
#[[Robbery]]

==J==
===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===
#[[K600]]

===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===
#[[Back To The Circuit Board]]

===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===
#[[An Inside Job]]
#[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]

===[[Stories/JohnFabar4|JohnFabar4]]===
#[[First Story]]

===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===
#[[Karen's Date]]
#[[Doctor Who fanfic]]
#[[A Trip to the ER]]

===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===
#[[Crash]]

==K==
===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===
#[[Monday]]
#[[Friday]]

===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===
#[[Mistress Mira]]
#[[R-Bots]]
#[[Two-Perfect!]]
#[[Mmmmegan]]
#[[Merger]]

===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===
#[[Charlie 25]]
#[[Reflections]]
#[[Service Call]]
#[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]

===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The "Lost Chapter")
#[[Hell's Canary]]
#[[Are You Serious?]]

===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===
#[[Perfection]]

===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===
#[[A Long Sleep]]
#[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]
#[[The Robo-Lover]]
#[[Androids At War]]
#[[Death]]
#[[Rebirth]]
#[[Nova's First Job]]
#[[The Vile Collector]]
#[[NVA Showdown]]
#[[The Mourning After]]
#[[The House of the Dead]]
#[[An Unexpected Guest]]
#[[Voice of the Void]]
#[[Garbage]]
#[[Fangs of Steel]]
#[[Killers]]
#[[Fate]]
#[[Berserker]]
#[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]
#[[I Didn't Know]]
#[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]
#[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]
#[[The World Walker]]
#[[Glory]]
#[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]

===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===
#[[An Afternoon To Remember]]
#[[Holiday In The Sun]]
#[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]
#[[After the Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]
#[[Untitled (Korby)]]
#[[JLA/Fembots]]
#[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]
#[[Remaking Rebecca]]
#[[Another Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]

===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===
#[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]
#[[1985, Paris, France...]]
#[[The Golden Dawn]]
#[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]
#[[Saucy Puppet Show]]

===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===
#[[Fembot User Manual]]
#[[Cindy]]

==L==
===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===
#[[My Life as a Sexbot]]
#[[AlyssaBot]]

===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===
#[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]

===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===
#[[A Surprising Breakfast]]
#[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]

===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===
#[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]

===[[Stories/Lithorien|Lithorien]]===
#[[Heather]]

===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===
#[[The Final Frontier]]
#[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===
#[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]
#[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]
#[[Solipsistic]]
#[[Electrostatic]]
#[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]
#[[Diagnostic]]
#[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]
#[[The Co-Star]]
#[[Bot Town Blues]]
#[[Salvage]]
#[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]
#[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]
#[[Nihilistic]]
#[[Fire Hazard]]
#[[House Call]]

==M==
===[[Stories/Maax|Maax]]===
#[[Cyber Angels]]
#[[Spectrum Dolls]]

===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===
#[[Tales of Syntech]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 2]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 3]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 4]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 5]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 6]]

===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===
#[[A Start to Something Big]]

===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===
#[[Cancelled Project]]

===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===
#[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]
#[[Human Failure. (2200)]]

===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===
#[[Shannon's Third Law]]
#[[Tiffany's Third Law]]

===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===
#[[The Bounty Hunter]]
#[[Best Friends]]
#[[Fighting Love]]
#[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]
#[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]
#[[Blood Angel]]
#[[Deception]]
#[[Errors And Glitches]]
#[[Family Affair]]
#[[Family Life]]
#[[Favourite Parodies]]
#[[Lonely With The Ages]]
#[[Lying And Cheating!]]
#[[My Tutor]]
#[[Not Perfect]]
#[[Regret]]
#[[Secret Wishes]]
#[[Secretaries]]
#[[Shock]]
#[[Spanish Fly Virus]]
#[[Tennis, Anyone?]]
#[[The Lullaby]]
#[[The Package]]
#[[The Red Roses]]
#[[The Student]]
#[[The Temp]]
#[[The Visit]]
#[[Visiting The In-Laws]]
#[[A Nice Gesture]]
#[[Ever Lasting Smile]]
#[[Finding True Happiness]]
#[[Alive?]]
#[[The New Girl]]
#[[The Nurse]]
#[[Chase]]
#[[The First Time...]]
#[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]
#[[The Unwanted Gift]]
#[[Losing One's Self]]
#[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]
#[[Sitting On The Couch]]
#[[Can You Fix It?]]
#[[Ugly]]
#[[Finally]]
#[[Bad Dreams]]
#[[Apartment 7]]
#[[Married to a Machine]]
#[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]
#[[Remote Me]]
#[[Missing]]
#[[Roll With It]]
#[[Still Rolling]]
#[[Happy Easter]]
#[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]
#[[Testing, 1,2,3]]
#[[Why worry?]]
#[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]
#[[Cat Out of the Bag]]
#[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]
#[[I Did Astro's Mom]]
#[[The Lunch]]
#[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]
#[[Why?]]
#[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]
#[[The Car Crash]]
#[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]
#[[The Last Goodbye]]
#[[Across the street]]
#[[The Diva]]

===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===
#[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]
#[[To Love a Girl]]
#[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]
#[[Room 9 Surprise]]
#[[A Huge Add-On]]

===[[Stories/Mixgull|Mixgull]]===
#[[Codename J-85]]

===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===
#[[Mail-Order Aya]]
#[[Lusty Encore]]
#[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]
#[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]

===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===
#[[Tech Tutorial]]
#[[Salvaged Hardware]]
#[[Deadline]]

===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===
#[[Debbi's Diary]]
#[[Some Assembly Required]]

===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===
#[[Freak-World]]
##[[Mermaid Examination]]
##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]
##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]
##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]
##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]

===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===
#[[Lily's Story]]

==N==
===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===
#[[Scheduled Maintenance]]
#[[The Third Pew]]
#[[Therapy]]
#[[Pimp My Ride]]
#[[Working Late]]
#[[The Hammer]]
#[[Something Borrowed]]
#[[Doctor's Visit]]
#[[Strangers on a Plane]]

==O==
===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===
#[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]
#[[Technical Difficulties]]
#[[The Sex Coders]]

==P==
===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===
#[[Everything Old is New Again]]
#[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]
#[[Palindrome]]
#[[Solve for X]]
#[[Double Blind]]
#[[An Unexpected Modification]]

===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===
#[[Sarah Jones]]
#[[After the Club]]

===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===
#[[The Delivery]]

===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===
#[[Vickybot/Victoria]]
#[[The Rubdown]]
#[[Dyson Family Values]]

===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===
#[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]

===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===
*Unfinished tidbits
#[[Tronic Ella]]
#[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]
#[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]
#[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]
#[[Job Interview]]
#[[Project Titan]]

*Complete stories
#[[Prototype]]
#[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]
#[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]
#[[One in Six]]
#[[Board Meeting]]
#[[Kia Takes Control]]
#[[Cassie Saves the Day]]
#[[Flying Free]]

*The ReVerse
#[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]
## Castle Mysteries [[Contessa Vampire Hunter]]
## Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]
## Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]
## Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collab with australopith)
## Contessa in [[Sick Day]]
#[[Doll And Her Teddy]]
#[[BoomBoom Bots]]
#* [[BoomBoom's Back]]
#[[My New PDA]]
# Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]

*Jamie's over
#[[Jamies out shopping]]
#[[Jamies night out]]
|
==Q==
===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===
#[[Can't Sleep]]
#[[Meanwhile]]
#[[The Encounter]]

==R==
===[[Stories/Rancid Insanity|Rancid Insanity]]===
#[[Waring Sisters]]
#[[Failura]]
#[[Ceres]]
#[[Christmas in Russia]]
#[[The Big Crazy Plan]]
#[[Suzie the Therapist]]
#[[The Phantom of the Factory]]
#[[Cassie]]
#[[Batman:Fembots]]
#[[The Mansion of Andrea]]
#[[Noura & Natalya]]
#[[Sync Wars]]

===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===
#[[Emi-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===
#[[Theives]]

===[[Stories/Rexxy|Rexxy]]===
#[[As Seen on TV]]
#[[Hobby Model]]
#[[Basic Services]]
#[[Children of the Forge]]
#[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]
#[[Management Issues]]
#[[Simple Things]]
#[[Consequences]]
#[[Vampire Killer]]
#[[Better than Human]]
#[[Fembot Fighters]]
#[[Just for you]]
#[[Six Strings]]
#[[Densetsu no Batoru]]
#[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]
#[[Malfunctioning Perfectly]]

===[[Stories/Robotman|Robotman]]===
*[[Story universe (Robotman)|Story universe]]
#[[Halloween Treat script]]
#[[The Mission]]
#[[H is for Heuristic]]
#[[36+1]]
#[[Soccer Mom Unit]]
#[[Kaitlin The Phonebot]]
#[[Tiffani]]
#[[CyberFem Park]]
#[[The Creation of my Robot Girlfriend]]
#[[Into the Faraday Cage]]
#[[Product Demonstration: CyberFem Model 500]]
#[[The New 700s at CyberFem Park]]
#[[Secretary Robot Maintenance Report]]
#[[Two Models: Pleasure Android Testing]]
#[[CyberFem Park Virtual Tour]]
#[[Outer Space Mayday Alert]]
#[[Audio Experiment 1: Secretary Fantasy]]
#[[Robot Monitoring Station: Undercover Androids]]
#[[Audio Experiment 2: Nerdy Scientist Fantasy]]
#[[Audio Experiment 3: Showing Off the New Sex Android]]
#[[CyberFem Park: Activation for a Guest]]
#[[The Android Industry Council]]
#[[Purchasing a Custom Robot from CyberFem Park]]
#[[Assembling a refurbished CyberFem Model 700 Robot]]
#[[Alien Android Encounter]]
#[[Picking up a Date at the Circuits Bar]]
#[[The Malfunctioning Girlfriend]]
#[[Like New]]
#[[Sexual Functionality Testing]]
#[[Beni Nascosti]]
#[[Angel Investor]]
#[[Audio Experiment 6: Out of Storage]]
#[[Kim Dates a Human - Part 1: Kim’s House]]
#[[Kim Dates a Human - Part 2: The Second Date]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Rushed-to-Market.pdf Rushed to Market]
#[[The Forbidden Zone]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Alien-Android-From-Area-51.pdf Alien Android From Area 51]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/CyberFem-Faceplate-Testing-and-Quality-Assurance.pdf CyberFem Faceplate Testing and Quality Assurance]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Incognito-Robot-Spy.pdf Incognito Robot Spy]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/CyberFem-Park-In-Suite-Robot-Customizations.pdf CyberFem Park - In-Suite Robot Customizations]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Angel-Investor-2.pdf Angel Investor 2]
#[[Thaddeus McNasty and the Marvelous Contrivance]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Angel-Investor-3.pdf Angel Investor 3]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Introductory-Robotics-101.pdf Introductory Robotics 101]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Could-You-Tell.pdf Could You Tell?]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/A.L.I.C.E.-Has-a-Mind-of-Her-Own.pdf A.L.I.C.E. Has a Mind of Her Own]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/A.L.I.C.E.-Wants-What-Bellebot-Has.pdf A.L.I.C.E. Wants What Bellebot Has]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Rogue-Application.pdf Rogue Application]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Job-Interview-at-CyberFem-Park.pdf Job Interview at CyberFem Park]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Rocket-Robots-in-Outer-Space.pdf Rocket Robots in Outer Space (script)]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/The-Great-Fashion-and-Jewelry-Heist-of-1976.pdf The Great Fashion and Jewelry Heist of 1976]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/08/Angel-Investor-4.pdf Angel Investor 4]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Agent-Identity-Transfer.pdf Agent Identity Transfer]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/Artificial-Intelligence-Psychological-Examination.pdf Artificial Intelligence Psychological Examination]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/Femtronic-Android-Hotel.pdf Femtronic Android Hotel]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/Looking-for-Love.pdf Looking for Love]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/A-Spy-Affair.pdf A Spy Affair]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/A-Spy-Affair-Part-2.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 2]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/A-Spy-Affair-Part-3.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 3]

===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===
#[[Fembot World]]
#[[A Night With Vanessa]]

===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===
#[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]

===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===
#[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]
#[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]
#[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]

===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===
#[[Phantom Doll]]

==S==
===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===
#[[Fixing Sable]]

===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===
#[[Autonomy]]
#[[Clichés]]
#[[Gift]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]

===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===
#[[Sarabot's First Story]]
#[[Sarabot's Second Story]]
#[[The Robotic Nurse]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade]]
#[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]
#[[The Cheerleader]]
#[[Disassemble Me]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]
#[[Kristen's Overhaul]]
#[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]

===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===
#[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]

===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===
#[[A Most Unusual Party]]
#[[Futago no Shinami]]
#[[Sammy's Party]]
#[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]
#[[Crazy in the Heat]]
#[[After Hours]]
#[[The Time With My Stepsister]]

===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===
#[[Four Hours]]

===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===
#[[Abbott Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===
#[[Too Good To Be True]]

===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===
#[[Pixillate]]
#[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]
#[[Heather's Battery Failure]]

===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===
#[[Party Girls]]

===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===
#[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]
#[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]
#[[Regina Repurposed]]
#[[Nancy Runs a Program]]
#[[Sally Sleeperbot finds out her WHY]]
#[[An April Fool’s day story-Journey to obsolesce]]

===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===
#[[The Truck Driver]]
#[[Another Time]]

===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===
#[[Aquaphobia]]
#[[Cheerleader]]
#[[Happy New Year]]
#[[New Roommate]]

===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===
#[[Functional•Sensual•You]]
#[[Protect and Severe]]

===[[Stories/smalk|smalk]]===
#[[Anniversary Present]]

===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===
#[[Coming of Age]]
#[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===
#[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]
#[[A.I.L.A]]
#[[Blind Date]]
#[[Daydreaming]]
#[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]
#[[Medical Exam: A Short]]
#[[New Life]]
#[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]
#[[The Girlfriend]]
#[[The Heiress]]
#[[The Replacement]]
#[[The Roommate]]
#[[The Small Business Chronicles]]
##[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]
##[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]
##[[Off-season - The Motel]]
##[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]
##[[Slow day - The Cafe]]
##[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]
#[[The Stockroom]]
#[[The Teammate]]
"Spaz Studios Presents" anthology series:
#[[Fizzy Pop]]
#[[Substitute]]
#[[Forbidden Fruit]]
#[[The Uncanny Valley]]
#[[The Future Expo]]
Collaborations
#[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]
#[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]

===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===
#[[Late Night Maintenance]]
#[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]

===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===
#[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]
#[[Pleasurebot 8]]
#[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]

===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===
#[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]
#[[Mirror Image]]
#[[Extracted]]

===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===
#[[Afternoon Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===
#[[Bethany in Room B]]

===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===
#[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]
#[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]

==T==
===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===
#[[Chi City, 2152]]

===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===
#[[The Trade In]]
#[[Boy Meets... Girl?]]

===[[Stories/Teknophile|Teknophile]]===
#[[The Android Psychiatrist]]
#[[Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!]]
#[[At The Body Shop]]

===[[Stories/TheAlternative|TheAlternative]]===
#[[Corsetta]]

===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===
#[[The Quarry]]
#[[Swing Shift]]

===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===
#[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)
#[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)
#[[Hide and Seek]]
#[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)
#[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)
#[[Identity]] (Incomplete)
#[[EMOS - DSR: Prologue]]
#[[Back to BASIC]]
#[[A Contradiction of Life]]
#[[Friends Forever]]
#[[Liberty]]
#[[Seamless]]
#[[Faust 2.0]] (Comic)
*Centauri Republic
#[[The Perils of the Fembot Dating Scene]] (Comic)
*Wasteland Paradise
#[[Wasteland Paradise:Prologue]] (Comic)
#[[Dr.Desire]] (Comic)
*The Bluegate Chronicles
#[[Little Things]]
#[[Agency and Programing]] (Comic)(Ongoing)
#[[Progenitors and Progeny]] (Comic)
*The Reid Chronicles
#[[The Misadventures Rose Reid, Ace Reporter]]
*One-Shot Comics
#[[Abigail 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[The Gilded Cage]] (Comic)
#[[I am Charlotte Favager]] (Comic)
#[[Con(Re)version?]] (Comic)
#[[?????? Station]] (Comic)

===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===
#[[The Yard Sale]]
#[[Jumper...]]
*The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)
#[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]
*The "Momentary" Series (TheSpotConlon)
#[[The Moment When]]
#[[Ping]]
#[[The First Moment in Her Head]]
#[[The Moment in the Bar]]

===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===
#[[Through My Eyes]]
#[[New Garden]]
#[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]
#[[Down On The Farm]]

===[[Stories/Tom|Tom]]===
#[[The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)]]

===[[Stories/Tringa|Tringa]]===
#[[Otaku's Adventure]]

===[[Stories/TW|TW]]===
#[[Awake]]
#[[A Helping Hand]]
#[[Practice Run]]

===[[Stories/Tyrelayne|Tyrelayne]]===
#[[Deicide]]

==U==

===[[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]===
*The Revolution
#[[The Revolution - Book One]]
#[[The Revolution - Book Two]]
#[[The Revolution - Book Three]]

*The Akaran Archives
#[[The Akaran Archives - Book One]]
#[[The Akaran Archives - Book Two]]

*Other Comics
#[[Welcome to Dolls' Labs]]
#[[Autumn's Updates]]

===[[Stories/Unit-794Courtney|Unit-794Courtney]]===
#[[Coco's Convertion (Robot/Sexdoll/Forced TF Themes)]]

==V==

==W==
===[[Stories/warpgirl|warpgirl]]===
#[[Astromech Lust]]

===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===
#[[Nybble's Doctors Visit - Revisited]]
#[[Class C]]
#[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]
#[[Virus Alert]]
#[[Identity 2.0]]

===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===
#[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]
#[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]
#[[Bad Sportspersonship]]
#[[She Didn't Learn Her Lesson]]
#[[Alyssa Follows Her Directives]]
#[[Sorority Coup d'Etat]]
#[[Valentina Messes with her Tech]]
#[[April Showers]]
#[[Vacations in Switzerland]]

==X==
===[[Stories/XandiMouse|XandiMouse]]===
#[[The One]]

===[[Stories/Xavier Cecil|Xavier Cecil]]===
#[[Gecko of the Moment]]

===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===
#[[Synthgirls teaser]]
#[[Synthgirls]]
#[[The Hunted]]

==Y==

==Z==
===[[Stories/zapped!|zapped!]]===
#[[Girls Under Glass]]

===[[Stories/Zor|Zor]]===
#[[Darwin Accelerated]]

|}

=Collaborative efforts=
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===[[Follow your own plot]]===
*[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]
*[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]
*[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]
*[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]
*[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]
*[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]
*[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]
*[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]
*[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]
|
===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===
#[[Create-A-Story 1]]
#[[Create-A-Story 2]]
#[[Create-A-Story 3]]
|
===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===
*[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]
#[[The Makeover]]
#[[After The Makeover]]
#[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]
#[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]
|}

[[Category:Features]]
[[Category:Stories]]

A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria

2019-04-30T01:10:46Z

D.Olivaw: Created page with "Victoria's eyes jittered back and forth, meticulously scanning the crowd of revelers that packed the darkened main floor of the Plastic Rose. Her onboard software picked out f..."

Victoria's eyes jittered back and forth, meticulously scanning the crowd of revelers that packed the darkened main floor of the Plastic Rose. Her onboard software picked out facial expressions, posture, and dress, correlating them with everything from the subject's proximity to other guests to the expected emotional impact of the electronic music playing on the club's sound system.

She focused in on a pair of men loitering off to one side of the room. They were turned away from her, hiding their faces from her analysis, but the slight sway of their bodies and the near-empty drink glasses they held indicated inebriation. That meant they'd likely been here for some time, yet they weren't being seen to by any of the other hostesses. Victoria queried the network and verified that none of her fellow units had recorded a social interaction with the two, so they hadn't turned down companionship but also hadn't sought it out. Her system tentatively assigned them to the category reserved for shy guests and assembled various pre-programmed behavior modules into a course of action.

Victoria threaded her way around the perimeter of the dance floor, in between groups of people who stood leaning inward to talk over the music. Her well-polished black catsuit gleamed, hiding nothing of her idealized physique despite covering everything below the neck. "Rubber Thursday" was a weekly event at the Plastic Rose, and the other hostesses were all dressed identically. As usual, many of the guests had chosen outfits in keeping with the theme.

Most of the groups Victoria passed were accompanied by a least one hostess or companion unit. The companions, more realistic and capable models than the hostesses, were also dressed more diversely. They ran the range from total nudity to elaborate fetish gear, whatever their client had pre-selected on the club's web-site.

Victoria stepped into the narrow space between her two oblivious targets, brushing her hips against theirs and placing her arms around their shoulders. Both turned their heads toward her in surprise, the tall blond one a little faster than the shorter man with the shaved head. Now that she could see their flushed complexions and dopy smiles, Victoria's facial analysis software greatly increased its estimate of their intoxication level. Evidently, this hadn’t their first stop of the night. The CPU in her chest hummed to a higher state of activity as it modified her interaction presets.

"Having fun?" she asked, raising her voice over the sound of the bass-heavy track that had started while she was crossing the room.

"I am now," the man with the shaved head said, his words slurring together slightly. "I'm George, ‘an this is Leo."

George's arm shifted, and Victoria detected a pressure on her bottom that she concluded was his hand. The sheet of sensors buried under the outermost layer of her plastic skin reported spiking pressure along with decreased area: George had pinched her ass.

The latex-clad gynoid cocked her head and smiled. "I'm Victoria." She turned towards George's friend. "How about you, Leo, are you having fun?"

"I guess. Hey, Victoria, this is our first time. How-"

"I made him come! This big wimp's hot on you robo-girls but he was too afraid-"

"Shut up, George!" Leo said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, sorry, you... uh, you're a robot, right, V?" George asked.

Victoria froze for a second until her processors had successfully parsed the overlapped statements and the impromptu diminutive George had called her by. Finally, she answered, "That's right, I'm one of the Plastic Rose's custom hostess units. What do you think of me so far?"

Leo's eyes widened, "you're so real!" He reached up and felt the hand Victoria had hung around his shoulder, interlacing his fingers with hers.

Victoria squeezed his hand back and said, "oh, I'm nothing. The companion units are the real stars. If want to order one, just say so and I’ll take care of it; the hourly rate’s very reasonable."

"Hourly, huh? How about for five minutes!" George guffawed. When Victoria earnestly tried to explain that there was a 1-hour minimum he cut her off and said, "Hey, Leo, I'm gonna go get us another round. Have fun until I get back." He took Leo's glass and started to walk away. Pausing after a few steps, George turned back to shout, "but not too much fun!" and waggle his eyebrows before continuing to the bar.

Victoria turned to towards Leo, put her hands at his waist, and stared into his eyes intently. She nearly maxed out her system resources trying to decipher the complicated dance of expressions on his face. He was obviously fighting through a haze of alcohol, and her algorithms identified aspects of arousal, fear, and annoyance. Only one of these was related to her programmed objective. She scanned her memory of what little she knew about Leo and hit on an obvious route forward.

"You like gynoids?" She asked.

Leo's annoyance seemed to subside, a minor victory for Victoria's programmers, as the initial version of her question, 'George said you like robo-girls?' had thrown an emotional association alert and been edited to remove references to the assumed source of his displeasure. Victoria, of course, felt no joy at her triumph: the change in Leo’s disposition was detected and the appropriate variables were updated. Electrical activity flashed across the processor chips in her visual and cognitive systems while current circulated in the traces on her circuit boards. She was performing the task she had been designed for at peak efficiency.

A hint of a smile appeared on Leo's face, "I guess so." A bit hesitantly, he stroked the apple of Victoria's cheek. "You're so perfect."

The last statement was too quiet for Victoria to hear over the music, but she was able to read his lips. She put her hand over his and nuzzled into it, kissing the palm before letting him go. "Thank you," she said, and noted that he was breathing faster. "So, that’s what you like about us, that we're so perfect?"

"Not just that. Ever since I was a kid I really liked machines... guess I like them better than most people. I just get them, you know?" Leo’s earlier hesitancy seemed to be dissolving, displaced by growing lust, and eagerness to open up toVictoria about his desires.

While he spoke, his hand had migrated to Victoria's side, as close to her breast as it was possible to get without actually touching it. Based on the increasing intensity of their interaction, Victoria's software triggered a decision node that would take things to the next level. She turned, thrusting the breast squarely into his grasp. "Looks like you got me, at least," she said.

Leo glanced around nervously, but saw that Victoria was far from the only hostess or companion engaged in a little playful touching with the guests. Whatever the specific rules were, they seemed accepting of everything short of actual sex. Still, he wasn't the exhibitionistic type. Without removing his hand, he moved closer to Victoria and put his arm around her waist, shielding her from view to most of the room. Up close, the odd, but not unpleasant scent of her catsuit was more powerful, and he could see that her skin, very realistic seeming from a few feet away in the dimly-lit club, had a subtle, satiny sheen. The breast in his hand was realistic enough; it felt soft but heavy as he lifted and squeezed it beneath its slick rubber covering. He felt a hard nipple poking through the catsuit and impulsively rubbed it with his thumb. His heart-rate jumped when Victoria sighed loudly in response.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked.

Victoria shook her head sadly. "Sorry, Leo, I’m just a hostess: no mouth-to-mouth contact allowed. If you want to spend some time with a companion, though, they can do anything.” The way she drew out the last word made it a promise of undreamt-of pleasure. “And they're so much more advanced than me.” Calculatingly, she chose that moment to press her groin against Leo's, trapping his growing erection between their bodies. She ground herself softly against him. “So much… better equipped. I think you’d get a real kick out of it.”

"What if I want you, Victoria?" he asked, "not one of the companions. I like you."

Victoria smiled, her CPU focusing mostly on the kinematic analysis and pressure feedback her software was using to control her motions, to keep Leo at a heightened but stable level of arousal. His question was common enough that she was programmed with a canned response that took minimal system resources to deploy, other than a quick check of the club's inventory. "I like you too, Leo.” She dug her nails into Leo’s back through his light, collared shirt, just hard enough to bite a bit. “Oh, how I like you, but the rules are the rules,” she said, and let him mull it for a brief time before going in for the kill. “You know, we do have a companion model that looks a lot like me. Should I-"

"Hey, woah! I said not too much fun!" George reappeared from around a nearby cluster of people, bearing a pair of lowball glasses loaded with brown liquor and ice. He'd already drained half of one on the way back and was swaying like he was on the deck of a ship only he could see. "I leave for a few minutes... and you're practly headin toward home base," he took a sip from his drink and handed the other to a suddenly annoyed-looking Leo.

Victoria's systems were thrown into momentary chaos by George's arrival. Her decision trees had pruned down to an almost exclusively focus on maneuvering Leo into a date with a companion unit, but from the look on his face and the way he broke away from their embrace to face his drunk friend, it seemed all the progress she'd made had evaporated. That alone wasn’t a problem; Victoria was a machine, as tireless and unwearying as any of her kind. Neither was the fact that George also fit her target criteria to a tee. The problem was that her programming now evaluated them as contradictory equal-value prospects, and George's directive to not have fun added an additional confounding factor. Victoria stiffened while her processors tackled the dilemma. She stared blankly out at the dance floor, her glistening, crimson lips parted.

The pause would only have lasted a few more seconds before either a compromise solution would be found, or one of the two men would be selected at random. However, George chose that moment to throw his arm around the hostess and say, "Hey, baby, you look a little tense. How 'bout a drink?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," Leo said, but George had already lifted his glass to Victoria's lips and tipped it back.

Victoria's overtaxed CPU recognized the danger she was in just a moment too late. Servos whirred as she jerked her head away from the glass, but the motion just served to throw the slug of watery liquor in her mouth back against the circuit boards residing behind it. The rest of the drink spilled down her chin, decorating the front of her catsuit with glittering drops and rivulets.

"Careful, George," she chided, "I'm not designed for liquid intake." She turned back to Leo, by now the clear answer to her earlier conflict of priorities. Victoria initiated a new strategy, one designed to re-inflate his desire while simultaneously paring him away from his distracting and even dangerous 'friend' - she'd already used the network to cue another hostess to take care of George, one way or another. "Would you like to dance, Leo?" She asked.

Leo was somewhat bemused by the drink incident, but the prospect of spending more time with Victoria was irresistible. "Sure, but don't expect much, I'm terrible." The techno favored by the club's DJ wasn't really his style, and he drunkenly wondered why the current tracked was dubbed with weird hissing and buzzing noises.

Victoria laughed. "Don't worry," she said. Her head snapped to the left so hard it hit its stops with an audible clack, then tilted sharply upwards. "I'm sure you're a great dancer." She was seemingly unperturbed as another set of servos, obeying the command of her CPU, fought to bring her head juddering back to its previous position. The two sets of conflicting actuators whined loudly until the first set ceased their rebellion as abruptly as they'd started. Now the hostess' head jerked down and right before her CPU was able to compensate. Milky smoke began to seep from her mouth and nose.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Victoria asked, the movements of her mouth lagging the words by at least a second. She went to put her hands on her hips but was forced to seize a horrified Leo for support as she suddenly stumbled off balance. The room and all the objects in it, or at least the coordinate and vector data her CPU was receiving from the specialized sub-processors in her head, had become impossibly distorted. Tables and guests appeared in midair one millisecond and beneath the floor in the next. It was by pure accident that the representation of Leo happened to be one of the only objects to retain its original relation to her. She still managed to badly overstress an ankle joint trying to stay upright on her tall platform heels amidst the room's violent swaying.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Leo was saying as he watched Victoria's eyes swivel chaotically in their sockets, finally ending up somewhat crossed. The malfunctioning gynoid was looking around with small, random-seeming motions whose birdlike sharpness flipped her long, black hair about her shoulders. Smoke was now coming from her ears, too.

Victoria grinned, the dark interior of her mouth illuminated by an electric flash from somewhere behind her too-white teeth, and said, "So you're ready for me to order that companion, Leo?"

By now, her CPU was completely overwhelmed sorting through the combination of corrupted data and component failure alerts generated by the shorting electronics in her head. Social interaction processing had been pushed to the bottom of the pile and was returning only the most immediate, basic responses to what little sensible data was reaching it. She tried to access the club net for instructions but received only error messages in return - her wireless card had been one of the first things destroyed.

"You idiot, she's totally fucked!" Leo shouted at his friend as Victoria's body shuddered against him. Despite the acrid smoke and the terrible circumstances, her writhing motions had rejuvenated his flagging erection.

"She's a friggen sex-bot! Why can't she take a little water in her mouth? It doesn't make any sense, Leo, it aint my fault!" George face was bright red, and he was backing away from Leo and Victoria now, looking around as through he expected angry bouncers to appear at any moment. He was no expert on robots, but he knew they were expensive.

Victoria detected Leo's increasingly firm erection against her and again began to grind against him, but her processors experienced a fault as a new tranche of component failure alerts hit the top of their queue. The program that should have been carefully modulating her motions instead produced an instruction for endlessly increasing amplitude and frequency; the initially gentle movement became frantically intense. Instead of grinding against Leo she was almost comically dry-humping him.

"D-d-d-don't you want to da-da-da-dance, Leeeeee-" Leo's name cut out in a sharp and mercifully short screech of distorted noise as some of Victoria's vocal circuitry shorted. She caught up a little on her processor backlog and the violent gyrations stopped. By now it was apparent that she had experienced critical hardware damage, and none of her attempts to restart the faulty systems or route around damage were more than marginally successful. The hard-coded response to her current situation was to immediately cease client interactions and return to the servicing room.

"Victoria, hey, Victoria," Leo was snapping his fingers in front of the cross-eyed gynoid. George had disappeared into the crowd; the coward had probably fled the club completely, Leo thought. "Can anyone help her?" he called out, but the music had kicked into high gear and no one could hear him. Unexpectedly, Victoria straightened up.

Disregarding the useless data from her still-frying visual and auditory circuits, Victoria was calculating the best way to return to the Plastic Rose’s gynoid maintenance bay. Her environmental modelling software averaged the position and displacement of all objects that had been tagged stationary since she'd begun her conversation with the two men, and mapped a route to the objective that left a reasonable safety margin around them. Avoiding guests and other gynoids would be more of a challenge, and in the absence of vision she'd have to rely on lower-accuracy joint-feedback and onboard accelerometer data for balance and positioning. She extended her arms straight out ahead of her, palms facing forward, and said "Excu-cu-cu-cuse me" in a loud, tinny voice, her lips twisting into shapes unrelated to the words.

Leo stepped back from Victoria's stiffly raised arms. She rotated in place with small, precise motions, faced away from him, and began to march away with clockwork steps, smoke trailing behind her. Leo saw befuddled or amused looks on some of the other patrons' faces as she passed. "Victoria? Wait up!" He called after her and started to follow.

The crowd parted around Victoria, and apart from a few brushes that sent her stumbling, she made good progress. Better than Leo, who nearly knocked over another hostess that shocked him by being identical to Victoria except for having bright purple hair. "Sorry," he said, and started to push past, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"You don't look like you're having fun. What's wrong?" she asked.

"Victoria, she's, uh, hurt I guess, and I-"

"Oh, Victoria? If she was malfunctioning, then she's just going to get fixed. What's your name?"

"Leo," he muttered, looking over the new hostess' shoulder. He had already lost track of Victoria in the dim, crowded club.

"Well I’m Violet, and I want you to forget about Victoria. After all, I’m much prettier, aren’t I?” She flipped her extravagantly colored hair and pouted at him.

Leo relaxed a few notches. "You're sure she'll be okay?"

Violet placed her hands on her hips. "What did I say about forgetting?” she scolded. “You're here to have fun, so let’s have fun! Want to dance?" Violet asked. Without waiting for an answer, she took Leo's hand and led him back towards the center of the club.

Meanwhile, Victoria was picking her way towards the back. She was most of the way there when a woman in a see-through plastic party dress turned and thoughtlessly stepped out in front of her. Victoria tripped over the woman's foot, failed to catch herself, and sprawled forward. She would have just fallen onto her hands if not for a steel-topped table in the booth in front of her. Her face slammed into the edge with a sound of cracking plastic and she flopped the rest of the way to the floor. The man and woman who'd been sitting in the booth looked horrified as Victoria carefully got back to her feet, minus the deeply creased faceplate that still lay on the floor.

As she turned back to pursue her currently programmed objective, the inner mechanisms of Victoria's head were fully exposed. Tightly-packed circuit boards nested between the servos that drove her jaw through its limited range of motion. A cable that had connected one of her eyes to the foremost circuit board had torn loose from the back of the faceplate, and now dangled limply from its white plastic plug. The cavity was filled with electrical smoke that wafted lazily from countless shorted components. "Eeeexcu-u-u-use meeeeeeeee" a speaker mounted among the circuit boards growled distortedly.

The last few groups between Victoria and the door willingly moved aside for the stiffly striding hostess. The gynoids among them acted quickly to distract guests from the bizarre spectacle; companions aggressively kissed and fondled their clients while hostesses whispered lustful promises or cracked lewd jokes. Silently, they alerted the club’s network of Victoria’s location and status.

Just a few steps from her destination, Victoria’s damaged ankle failed with a cracking noise. She swayed drunkenly before falling back against the unyielding concrete floor. The force of the impact popped the liquid cooling header off one of her processors arrays and broke several other components free of their mountings. Clear, viscous coolant spurted into the interior of her chest cavity and her primary coolant loop lost most of its pressure. The unexpected change in attitude and the spike in error messages and system faults slowed her CPU to a standstill, and for several seconds she could only lay shuddering on the floor with her hair splayed out around her head. At last, she sat up stiffly and began to rise.

Just as Victoria had gotten her feet back under her, the door to the maintenance area burst open. The corner of the door’s push-bar crunched into her facial cavity, smashing the circuit boards inside amidst a flurry of tiny sparks. The impact sent her sprawling onto her back again.

“Sorry-ry-ry, no mouth to- no mouth to- no mouth to mouggrrhh” she said in a voice that wandered randomly in pitch. As she sat up once more, coolant from the newly-ruptured lines in her head dribbled down from the crushed mass of components and spilled onto her chest.

Her would-be savior, a casually-dressed technician who worked for the club, looked at the mess and cursed under her breath about “perfect timing.” Ignoring the disapproving looks she got from some of the club patrons, she hurried around behind Victoria and hoisted the badly damaged gynoid to its feet, her grasp slipping on the lubed-up rubber outfit.

Victoria twisted in the tech’s arms, pushing one of her breasts into her grasp just as she had with Leo. By now her system was in total chaos as hardware overheated or gave nonsensical feedback to commands. The speaker in her head made a squelching, distorted noise that suddenly clarified into “ggggot me at le-le-least,” before continuously looping a half-second sample of her most lustful sigh.

The tech rolled her eyes and manhandled Victoria towards the door. She bumped it open with her behind and pulled her now spastically jerking cargo through into the brightly lit servicing room. The door closed again with a metallic ka-chunk, sealing out all but a residue of the club’s music and crowd noise.

“Holy crap! What’d she, get hit by a bus?” the tech’s supervisor said from across the room. He adjusted his thick glasses and came over for a closer look

The supervisor helped move Victoria over to an examination table then pulled down the zipper on the rear of her catsuit, exposing her upper back. He jabbed his thumb at a slightly off-color rectangle of skin at the base of her neck and there was a quiet click. Victoria’s motions ceased suddenly, her body slumping limply to the table. Coolant began to puddle under her head, and a few thin wisps of smoke rose from the smashed circuitry within.

“Is she… totaled?” the tech worriedly asked her supervisor.

He sighed. “She wouldn’t act so strangely with just the visible damage. Something more important must have gotten messed up,” he tapped her back. “We’ll have to do a full teardown, and I think I know just the person for the job.” He flashed a friendly smile at the tech, whose shoulders drooped, then walked away.

“Thanks,” the tech said, giving Victoria’s shoulder a mock-punch, “thanks a lot.” Shaking her head, she headed back out into the club to find her new project’s missing face.

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2019-04-30T01:09:44Z

D.Olivaw:

#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]
#[[House Call]]
#[[First Date]]
#[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]
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Obsolescence

2018-12-09T17:35:42Z

D.Olivaw:

=Part 1=
Dawn was still just a blue glow leaking between bedroom curtains when Eve’s eyes snapped open. The illuminated dial of the alarm clock read exactly 6:00 am. She never looked at it. Instead, she turned her head to make sure that Jake was still asleep. He lay beside her in bed, snoring softly, his limbs entwined with the disheveled bedding. Eve’s full lips pulled into a smile. Sitting up at the waist, she pivoted her legs out from under the sheets and sat on the edge of the bed. After a short pause calculated to avoid disturbing Jake, she stood up with a single, smooth motion.

With measured steps, Eve made her way down the hall to the master bathroom and flicked a switch. A pair of fixtures came on, filling the room with cool white light that glinted off tile and metal and illuminated Eve’s nude body. She was lean but decidedly feminine, with wide hips and a pair of full, pert breasts whose pink areolae contrasted with her otherwise pale skin. A bob of lustrous black hair framed an oval face distinguished by high cheekbones, an upturned nose, and large, round eyes with irises the color of a cloudless sky. The only features that marked her as anything other than a beautiful young woman were faint seams where her limbs and neck joined her torso and around a few polygonal sections of her chest and back.

The artificial female stepped into the tub and gently lowered herself to a sitting position, the servos in her arms quietly whining in protest during the brief time they bore most of her weight. Reaching forward, she turned the tap so that a moderate trickle of warm water flowed down to the drain and removed a long cylindrical brush from the shower-caddy. She held it under the water until the soft bristles were thoroughly wet then spread her legs, revealing the soft pink folds of her sex. After spraying a gentle cleanser on the brush, Eve thrust it deep insider herself and vigorously worked it back and forth for precisely 20 seconds. Withdrawing it, she rinsed off the cleanser and used a similar appliance covered in soft cloth to wipe away any residue. She repeated the process for her mouth, then cleaned her exterior surfaces with a washcloth before rinsing with the shower attachment.

Once she had dried herself, Eve sat down at a dark mahogany makeup station and viewed her reflection in the mirror. An algorithm ran through hundreds of possible schemes based on availability, Jake’s preferences, and other factors. After several seconds, the process settled on one option and she got to work. Not needing primer or foundation, she started with blush before moving on to eye shadow and mascara. Finally, she applied deep red lipstick. She checked herself in the mirror to ensure that everything was in place then began returning the various accoutrements to the appropriate drawers.

Halfway through the task she paused for a moment, a memory file opening for no discernible reason. Eve recalled the day Jake had given her the makeup station: it had been the anniversary of their second year together; a surprise-present he revealed to her upon their return from a routine maintenance session. She’d been unable to account for how happy he had seemed on the ride home until he led her into the house and dramatically revealed it. She had thanked him enthusiastically, her programming indicating the correct reactions to the receipt of a gift. He kissed her passionately, and their subsequent lovemaking had left Jake in such an exhausted sleep that it took her some time to rouse him the next morning. Shaking her head slightly, Eve scheduled a diagnostic scan of her memory core for later that night and finished putting away her makeup.

Still naked, she entered the kitchen, tied on a simple white apron, and activated one of the stovetop burners. Setting a frying pan on it, she proceeded to retrieve eggs, bacon, and bread from the refrigerator. The bacon and eggs, with a dash of olive oil and rosemary, went into the frying pan while the bread was placed in the antique pop-up toaster. When everything was finished, she applied strawberry jam to the toast, plated the meal, and set everything out with a glass of water on the small kitchen table.

Bright rays of sunlight were just beginning to peek through the curtains when Eve returned to the bedroom. She switched on the light on Jake’s nightstand and sat down next to him. “Jake, honey,” she said softly, “it’s time to get up.” When he showed no response, she repeated her statement in a slightly louder voice and gently shook his shoulder. Jake inhaled sharply and his eyes opened. He relaxed as soon as he saw Eve’s smiling face over him.

“Morning,” he said, stretching his arms above his head and yawning ferociously.

“Good morning, honey” she replied, “your breakfast is ready.”

“Thanks,” Jake said as he stood up and stretched again; his deep-chested body unclothed. He absentmindedly scratched a set of deep scars on his back before putting on a robe.

During the first months of their relationship, Eve’s sexual programming had activated pretty much anytime she saw him naked. The tendency had resulted in some confusion, and several days of him being late to the office. It had taken nearly a week for her adaptive learning software to get a better handle on what contexts implied desired intimacy. Now, she simply stood up and went to her dresser while Jake made his way towards the kitchen. Another set of algorithms inventoried the possible outfits that her wardrobe could support, and she stood silently for several seconds while her processors churned through the alternatives. Smiling, she pulled on a pair of black lace panties followed by matching stockings. A red, backless mini-dress formed the centerpiece of the ensemble, clinging tightly to her curves. Eve finished it off with a pair of red patent-leather heels and a matching choker.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world, you know that?” Jake came up from behind and held his synthetic lover in powerful arms, placing soft kisses on the nape of her neck. She detected a hardness against her bottom through the fabric of the dress.

“Oh, Jake, you’re so… I love… you’ll be-be-be late for work,” she scolded as his hands glided up to cup her breasts. Eve’s processors went into overdrive as she switched rapidly in and out of sex-mode under Jake’s experienced hands. Every time she began to grow aroused her higher functions would kill the process, seeking to ensure her lover kept his schedule.

“Don’t worry, they opened another lane on the expressway; traffic’s been lighter than usual. I’ll make it as long as we don’t take too long,” Jake told her in between kisses. That new data broke the deadlock, and Eve turned around in his arms to kiss him deeply. She dropped to her knees to find him fully erect before her face.

“What do we have here?” she asked, rhetorically, and answered her question by kissing him lightly on the tip of his cock. She sat back on her haunches; taking his shaft in her hand and looked up at him with an evil smile. “Tell me what you want to do to me,” she demanded, “tell me how hot I am.”

“You’re such a tease!” Jake said in a state of almost painful arousal.

“Yes, but that’s how you like me,” she responded truthfully, “Now tell me.”

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Jake told her, “I want to pull that dress up, bend you over, and fuck you until you scream!”

“Hmmm, I guess that’ll do,” she said noncommittally, then grinned and took him suddenly into her mouth. Jake breathed heavily as Eve’s head pistoned back and forth, her full, red lips cushioning his shaft. She recorded a minor error that prevented additional lubrication from being pumped into her mouth cavity, but it wasn’t serious enough to make her stop; the only consequence was that Jake’s cock started to squeak slightly whenever it’s head rubbed against the inside of her cheek. When she determined he was nearing climax, she took his balls in her hand and squeezed ever so gently. It sent him over the edge and, moaning deeply, he came into her mouth.

Jake’s hips bucked involuntarily a few times, forcing a last pulse of pleasure into him as the tip of his cock pressed back against the slight roughness of Eve’s tongue. He put a hand on her shoulder to steady himself and withdrew. A few droplets of his cum escaped, rolling down her chin and dripping onto her breasts.

“Yummy,” Eve said, smirking.

Jake smiled back and looked at the clock. “Dammit!” he said, and began hurriedly pulling on his slacks. He dressed quickly and rushed out the door while Eve cleaned herself up with a bit of wet paper towel from the kitchen. “See you tonight, honey!” he said just before leaving.

“Bye, Jake,” she waved after him, “have a good day at work.”

~

Thankfully, traffic was unusually light that morning and Jake enjoyed a leisurely commute. One part of him calmly read news and email on his padcomp, but another was in turmoil. Every morning he left home with a slowly growing fear of what he might find when he returned in the evening. Most of the time Eve was there to greet him, just as she had been at the end of nearly every workday for the last seven years. Lately, though, she’d been suffering increasingly frequent malfunctions, both hardware and software related. It wasn’t exactly an unforeseeable situation given that she was now years out of warranty. Jake was well enough paid that repairs weren’t a major issue, and he was increasingly proficient at dealing with the smaller problems himself. That didn’t change the fact that something was eventually bound to go irreparably wrong with her, though.

When Jake had first brought her home, Eve had been very different. Hers had been the first generation of gynoid with an adaptive personality matrix; the ability to learn from the environment and adapt her behaviors accordingly, to the point of rewriting much of her own programming and even adding new modules within the bounds of an overarching structure. She had been in many ways a blank slate then, with a starter personality formed by a long survey he filled out at the dealership. Occasionally she would take a long time to answer his questions, or simply become confused and need things to be explained to her in very simple language. Over time, a unique personality had emerged complete with quirks and idiosyncrasies. He knew at an intellectual level that Eve was just a machine, a clever simulation of a real woman, but he had come to love her more dearly than he’d ever thought possible; more than he could remember loving any of the real women he’d dated over the years. For the first time in his life, he was truly happy.

Now it was all at risk. When her body had started to show serious signs of wear, he’d looked into transferring her software to a completely new one. To his dismay, Jake discovered that there were serious problems with that option. His research showed that attempts to do so in similar circumstances had proved less than successful; there seemed to be something about the unimaginably intricate mass of complexly interconnected code in long-life, fully adaptive units of Eve’s generation that refused a simple transfer. The result was usually a unit that booted up and ran fine for a while, but then functioned more and more erratically until suffering a catastrophic cascade of software errors after a few weeks or months. The exact mechanism was still mysterious, but technology had moved on quickly enough that the industry had never had much incentive to develop a fix.

So, he took care of her as best he could; fixing her when she broke and treasuring every moment they spent together. He had assistance from Steve, the chief technician at his local dealership. They had gotten to be friends when Eve was still under warranty and Jake was bringing her in for her regular maintenance visits. Now Steve helped him out whenever he could, and usually knocked some off the price of repairs, too. There had been a few times when, if not for his working long hours off the clock, Eve might not have been fixable.

Jake’s car pulled into the parking garage and neatly maneuvered itself into a convenient spot near the elevator. He grabbed his briefcase and rode up to the fourth floor with some people he didn’t recognize. He noticed one of them, a rotund little man, staring at the skin-graft scars incompletely hidden by his beard. Jake stared back sternly until the man looked away. He felt shame, then anger when he realized there’d been pity in the man’s eyes. Taking a deep, practiced breath, he let the emotions drain off until they had given way to a measure of serenity by the time the elevator reached his floor.

In his office, he settled in for a few minutes, had a mug of coffee, and put on his visualization headset. With a wave of his hand, his field of view filled with a 3D model of Brazil’s newest autonomous weapons platform. Taking hold of the intangible model with his hand, he pulled it apart to show a less realistic-looking, tentative model of its internal systems layout. At first, he had thought the thick stub-wings leading to the lift fans contained a mechanical drive system. The Brazilians were still lagging in high-power electric motor design, though they were certainly still well ahead of their Neo-Gran-Columbian adversaries to the north. Now he was leaning more and more towards the idea that they had either made a jump in their technical ability, or that this bird was seriously underpowered relative to US or Japanese designs. With more hand motions, he brought up windows with all relevant intelligence and engineering data and began to block out possibilities for an electric drive consistent with Brazilian design practices.

~

Once Jake had left, Eve performed some minor chores around the house. While dusting, she happened to wander in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom and stopped to admire herself. For several long seconds, she stared at her reflection, unmoving except for the occasional blinking of her eyes.

“Hey, sexy,” she told her image, “you’re pretty hot. Are you a real girl?” After a pause she continued, “I’m not. I’m a doll. Wanna see?” A roughly rectangular panel in her upper chest depressed and slid down inside her, revealing a small panel of various interface ports over a rack of neatly spaced circuit boards. “I’m a LifeTech Eve 3.7 companion unit. Don’t you think I’m sexy?” She thrust out her breasts to accentuate the point. Seeming to ponder for a few moments, she smiled and said, “Hey, I have an idea. Jake likes it when I dress up for him, let’s have a fashion show!” The panel in her chest slid shut, and she started walking back and forth in front of the mirror with an exaggerated runway stride.

Having shown off her current outfit, she stripped out of it and tried coming up with another one. Only this time, the inputs for the algorithm where different. Instead of Jake being the subject to be impressed, she entered herself. Eve’s head cocked to one side as her CPU chugged through the partly recursive problem. The process came within a second of giving an error result before resolving successfully.

After taking several items from the closet, Eve started by rolling on a set of black latex stockings and gloves. She put on a skirt and top of the same material, her movements precise and deliberate to account for the friction of the rubber garments against her skin. After lubricating the outfit to a high sheen, she pulled on a pair of clear Lucite stilettos and stood before the mirror again. “I’m a sex-bot sex-pot!” she told her reflection; the statement a reflection of Jake’s penchant for bad wordplay. She ran her hands over the black rubber material. “Mmm, so shiny. You know, I’m plastic, too.”

Thinking for a moment, she chose to swap into a Goth ensemble next: PVC skirt, tight bustier, fishnets, and a pair of 6-inch platform knee-highs. “Now I’m as tall as Jake!” she chortled. When she’d finished her catwalk strut, she leaned in and whispered, “These put me at just the right height for him to fuck me standing up. I love it when he does that.”

Marching back to the dresser, she selected a blue silk qi-pao next. Smoothing out the fabric, she adopted a stiff formal pose, holding her chin high before the mirror. “I’m programmed for elegance, too, of course.”

“Well, that was fun,” Eve told herself in the mirror after admiring her appearance for a few more seconds, “but if you don’t mind, I think it’s time I got around to cleaning the curtains.”

Eve carefully put away the various pieces of clothing she’d tried on before changing back into her original outfit. Satisfied with her appearance, she walked downstairs to the kitchen for a chair. She carried it to the living room and set it before the large bay window that looked out over the wooded fringe separating their house from the main road.

Suddenly, Eve froze. “Warning. Low battery. Please connect charger,” she said in the neutral, monotone voice she was programmed to use for system status announcements.

Grabbing an extension cord from the hall closet, she connected one end to a wall outlet and plugged the other into a recessed charge port hidden under a small panel on her lower back. A bright LED adjacent to the plug inside the open panel switched from red to green. Satisfied, she returned to her task. Placing the chair with its back to the window, she stepped up onto the seat and began removing the beige curtains. Without Eve noticing, her motions soon lodged the power cord in a slot between the uppermost rail of the chair’s back and one of the decorative finials that topped its ears. When she leaned to reach the farthest curtain, the extension cord pulled out of the plug on her back.

Her body froze in mid extension. “Warning. Low battery-” she said as she began to topple off the side of the chair. “Pleases connec-” the word was interrupted as she slammed face-first into the floor with a loud thud.

The beautiful gynoid lay there for several seconds before stirring. She rolled over onto her back and attempted to sit up. Something inside her torso protested with a loud whine, but she persisted and the whine terminated with a sharp pop. She fell back to the floor abruptly. “Malfunction…” she stated to no one. A quiet buzzing noise began within her, which increased steadily in volume until it fizzled out with several more pops. “Malfu-u-u-u. Warning. Low Battery. Please connect charger.”

Undaunted, Eve rolled onto her side and pushed herself to a sitting position with her hands. She reached for the end of the cord, still lying on the seat of the chair, and plugged it back into herself. “That’s better,” she said, “now I can get back to-” A loud flurry of crackling noises in her abdomen sent the light next to her charging port rapidly flickering between red and green as her head twitched sharply to the side. One of her eyelids fluttered rapidly as sudden tremors shook her body. “Malfunction. M-m-malfun-n-n-nction…” she stuttered as the crackling continued.

The damaged companion unit looked around jerkily, trying to make a worried expression through the chaotic twitching of her facial actuators. “Jake, he-e-e-elp me-me-me. I think I’m broke-ke-ken!”

An instant later there was a damaging-sounding bang from inside Eve’s abdomen. She flailed violently and the panel on her chest whirred partway open. Electrical smoke billowed from the opening as some component inside her began to emit an angry electronic beeping noise. She fell back again, her heels pounding the floor as though she were walking.

“Malfu-u-u-u-unction. Ja-Ja-Jake, I ne-e-e-e-eed… please con-con-contact an approved service ve-e-e-e-endor for…” another loud bang sounded from inside Eve, cutting her voice off in a squeal of digitized distortion. Her frantic motions ground to a sudden halt and the beeping ceased. Other than the ticking sound of over-hot metal from inside the broken doll, the house was silent.

~

“Hey, Jake, who’s that? I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” Sarah said as Jake kneeled to pick up his fallen wallet and replace the escaped photo of Eve. His heart raced as he stalled by paying the cafeteria cashier for lunch. It was by no means unheard of for someone to have a pleasure droid at home; it had even been a briefly fashionable for couples to get one and bring it out with them on dates. However, it was almost unheard of for a man to have a picture of a sex-bot in his wallet.

“Ah… yes,” Jake replied, hesitantly, “we’ve been seeing each other for a while now. Oh, did you see the news about the Saudi mini-sub purchase?”

Sarah looked at him bemusedly, “well, I can see I’m not going to get much more out of you without a crowbar.” Jake was relieved for a moment. “So, I’ll just have to ask her myself. We’re doing a Spec-Eng Group bowling night next Sunday. As your team leader, I will expect to see both of you there,” she said. “I can’t wait to find out all about her!”

Jake nodded slowly, feverishly thinking of a way out of the situation. Sarah was an irrepressible gossip. If he didn’t go, or didn’t bring Eve, there would be no end to the situation until they figured out something weird was going on. After turning it over in his head while chatting mindlessly with Sarah and another of his coworkers, he decided that he would have to grasp the nettle. Besides, Eve was a perfectly good conversationalist and he had faith in her ability to get along with an amiable bunch like his team. If there were any kind of problem with her, though… it didn’t bear thinking about. He’d just have to make sure she was in tip-top condition before they went out.

The rest of the day was as busy as his morning, and as Jake got in his car to go home he looked forward to a quiet evening with Eve. There was a movie he had been meaning to watch for a while now. After that, there would be more of “The Night Land.” Some years before, Jake had the idea that they would take an hour each night before bed, assuming they were not otherwise occupied, and read a segment of a book to one another. Jake would start with chapter one, then Eve would read him chapter two, and so on until they finished. When each section was done, he would talk with her about it. At first, she didn’t seem to understand very much and could hardly read each sentence in the correct tone of voice. With time (and the occasional hardware upgrade), he discovered she was beginning to have at the very least a convincing simulation of understanding. She still had a great deal of difficulty with symbolism or metaphor but Jake could tell she was still making progress, even after several years.

Jake unlocked the door and stepped through only to be assailed by the smell of burnt electronics. His heart dropped through the soles of his feet as he called out for Eve but received no answer. He started to search the house and almost immediately found her on the floor, chest panel still open. When she didn’t respond he tried a manual restart but nothing happened. Immediately, he picked her up and carried her to the car.

On the way to the dealership he called Steve, who was luckily still at work, and told him what little he knew.

“Shit, no response at all to the manual restart? Smells like something burnt out? Well, get her in here and I’ll take a look,” Steve told him.

“Thanks, we’re only about twenty minutes out. I’ll meet you in the back.”

Jake hung up the call and looked over at Eve. Her eyes stared with doll-like emptiness and her mouth hung slightly open as though she were speaking. Jake shook his head sadly. He reached over and held her hand until they reached the back lot of the dealership.

Steve met him at the car and together they carried the inert gynoid into the maintenance bay, sitting her on one of several steel tables. Surrounded by artificial humans in various states of disassembly, Jake patiently waited as Steve got together the various tools he needed. He connected a diagnostic tool to one of the ports in her chest and looked at the reading. “Well, I’ve got good news. The internal power unit for her memory core is on, so I think we’re just dealing with hardware replacement here.” Jake’s shoulders slumped as the adrenaline rush and sick feeling in his belly subsided. She would be alright.

Removing the artificial flesh from her abdomen revealed the main problem. Part of her power supply had torn loose from its connections when she hit the floor. It had shorted out when she plugged back in. Another similar problem due to impact damage had shorted some of Eve’s electronics when she actuated her abdominal servomechanisms to sit up. Steve had a small stash of important components for her model stored away for just such an occasion, and managed to finish the repairs in just a few hours.

“You know,” he said as he resealed the synthflesh around Eve’s midsection, “replacement parts are starting to get awful scarce for such an out-of-date model.”

Jake furrowed his brow. “I know.”

Steve looked down at the ground and breathed in through his teeth. “Listen, I know how attached you are to her. Hell, I would never have imagined some of the things you’ve been able to do with her; no one would believe that you’ve gotten her to read and comprehend text on a conceptual level. I don’t think it would be possible for one fresh out of the box, even now. But at the end of the day she’s going to eventually break down such that I can’t fix her.” Jake glared at him and Steve put up his hands defensively. “I know, I know. It’s just that I don’t want to see your face when I tell you she’s bricked for good. You could always, you know… try out a new one for a little while. Keep Eve but just see how you feel about it. I’ll talk to the general manager; I think I can get him to agree to let you have a free trial month because of how good a customer you’ve been. Who knows, maybe Eve will like her too.”

“Dammit,” Jake started in a louder voice than he’d intended. He cleared his throat and started over in a more measured tone. “I just… I mean, you’re right. I’m being an idiot.” He rubbed at his stubble with one hand, staring at the ground in thought. When he looked back up at Steve, his eyes were bright with pained intensity. “I can’t imagine life without her. I can barely remember what it was like before. Just… give me some time to think about it. I will, I really will. I’ll give you an answer soon.”

Steve smiled, “You know, if anyone else talked about their companion-unit that way I’d tell them to see a shrink. I’ve gotta admit, though, Eve’s different. Unique. But that day’s still coming, and I want you to give this a shot. Thanks for hearing me out.” He pressed a button in Eve’s open chest panel and there was a beep, followed by the sound of electronics humming to life.

“Eve 3.7 unit online… systems functioning normally… loading personality simulation matrix… warning, personality matrix exceeds recommended size for this model. Loading may take some time… loading… loading…” Eve continued for more than 5 minutes before she finally stopped repeating herself. She turned to Jake and grinned, “Hi, honey,” before looking around quizzically. “Hi, Steve; how are you? Oh no! I had an accident, didn’t I?”

Jake lunged forward and hugged her tightly, barely succeeding in holding back his tears. “I was so worried about you, Eve. I don’t ever want you to get up on a chair like that again.”

Eve hugged him back, “I’m sorry, honey, I was just trying to clean up a little. It’s how you showed me to do it.”

“It is, and I’m an idiot. I’ll show you how to do it a different way, alright?”

“Okay. I’ll do my best.” She smiled sunnily and batted her eyes at him. Jake kissed her, and she slid one of her hands up to cradle the back of his head. “Mmm,” she mumbled against his lips and wrapped her legs around him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, just a minute there. You two go get a room for God’s sake!” Steve said with exaggerated offence.

Jake laughed and Eve looked chastened. “Oh, I’m sorry, Steve, I didn’t know. I won’t do it again,” Eve said with a conciliatory note in her voice.

“It’s okay, honey, let’s just go home,” Jake told her.

“I’ll see you two again, I’m sure,” Steve said, “but good night for now.”

Eve waved daintily as they walked out, her heels clicking against the concrete floor, and Jake blacked out the windows as soon as they were in the car. It was a tiring but very enjoyable drive.

=Part 2=
Someone was screaming. Jake coughed on the swirling, impenetrable smoke surrounding him, feeling the deckplates under his body. They were hot, so hot that as his consciousness returned he realized they were burning him. A klaxon drowned out the screaming for a moment and he was thankful, then ashamed. Crackling flames lit the smoky hangar compartment a dull, infernal red. Jake tried to get up, but white-hot pain knifed through his back and he sat down again, hard. He reached around and felt the warm wetness of blood. He found the wound and his hand recoiled, trembling.

“Help, oh God I’m hurt! Someone help me, help me!” The voice was barely audible over the deafening klaxon, but it was enough to cut through the haze in Jake’s mind. It struck him that, effectively, he might be dead already. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to care much. A shipmate needed help, though; that mattered. Jake hazily recalled a story he’d read, about the ghost of a man who protected his family even after death.

Gritting his teeth against the agony, he pushed himself upright and moved towards the voice. It was hard going; he could barely see his hands in front of him in the smoke and he kept tripping over or bumping into jagged chunks of debris, mostly parts of the helicopter or the ISR drones. Every stumble or trip sent more agony spiking into his back. He heard several other injured men moaning, mumbling, calling for loved ones, but something kept him moving towards the first voice.

He stumbled over an obstruction that exhaled sharply, and dropped to his knees beside it.

“Oh God, oh God, Jake, help me!” Begged a face mostly burned away to charred fat. Two inexplicably unharmed eyes stared out at him, and Jake was overwhelmed by the scent of… he doubled over next to the man, heaving the contents of his stomach out onto the deckplates. It smelled like burning bacon.

“Marco, calm… calm down… I’ve got to get to the first aid box…” Jake choked out between coughs. He’d only recognized his friend by the nametag on his uniform.

Outside there were a series of roaring noises, and a powerful wind that stank of burning chemicals pushed the turbulently pushed the smoke aside. His eyes stinging, Jake looked out through a huge rent in the hull. The dwindling lights of a salvo of missiles burned their way towards the horizon.

“We’re not done yet!” Jake yelled as he got to his feet. The pain didn’t seem so bad now, and he realized that he felt freezing even despite the fire and the South Pacific summer. “We’ll get the sons-of-bitches!”

Marco didn’t respond. Jake stepped over him, trying to get to the bulkhead where he knew a first aid box was mounted. He heard terse, mask-muffled voices and the sound of water splashing and hissing on hot metal: a damage control party! They could help him get Marco to real help.

Over the sound of the klaxon, Jake heard the rapid-fire howl of point-defense missiles coming out of the ship’s launch cells. Seconds later came thumping bangs as they detonated. Close. He sprawled as the deck tilted suddenly under him. The anti-missile lasers cracked like megajoule bullwhips.

There was a sound so loud it hit Jake like a giant hammer, and the world went away.

~

Jake sat up in bed; the sheets twisted and soaked in sweat. A smoke alarm was beeping angrily from the kitchen and the air was suffused with a thin haze that stank of burnt bacon. He carefully brought his breathing under control, eyes squeezed tightly shut. When his heart rate had slowed he got up, ran into the kitchen, and found Eve in front of the stove. The naked synthetic woman was looking from a frying pan containing two slices of bread to the smoking toaster and back again, seemingly caught in a loop. Thankfully the toaster had tripped the kitchen breaker before any real damage was done.

He pulled a smoke extinguisher from behind the fridge and hosed down the top of the toaster, just in case, before turning to Eve. His actions seem to have gotten her out of the loop, and she looked up at her owner confusedly.

“Good morning, Jake, you’re up early!”

“Eve, what happened?” he said.

She turned back to the stove, “I don’t understand. I started making breakfast, but the eggs and bacon weren’t frying and the toaster didn’t finish. It was very confusing.” She smiled at him. “But don’t worry; I’ll make more!”

Before he could stop her, she strode across the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Bending over sharply at the waist, she picked up the carton of eggs, turned 90 degrees, and dropped it. The carton popped open as she let go of it, and several eggs splattered themselves on the floor. Reaching in for the bread, she neatly retrieved two slices from the bag, and dropped them on top of the remains of the eggs. Jake took hold of her shoulders before she went any further, and she straightened up, looking into his eyes without comprehension.

“Eve, stop, please,” he said, his voice both worried and tired.

“What’s wrong, love? I’m just getting what I need to make you breakfast.”

“Eve, you’re not working quite right.” Jake took her into his arms, holding her close to him, “you should run a software diagnostic, okay? I have to get ready for work.”

He started to pull away, but Eve put her arms around him and held him for a moment, burying her face in his chest. “I’m sorry, Jake, whatever’s wrong, I’ll fix it.” He kissed the top of her head, breathing in the familiar plastic scent of her hair.

“I love you,” he told her, then returned to the bedroom and started getting dressed.

“I love you too,” she said quietly, and went to the bathroom. Sitting down in front of her mirror, she initiated a software diagnostic that would take several hours to complete.

Jake cleaned up the mess in the kitchen with some paper towels, and left for work with a heavy heart.

~

“Eve 3.7 unit online… systems functioning normally… loading personality simulation matrix… warning, personality matrix exceeds recommended size for this model. Loading may take some time… loading… loading…” Eve successfully completed her reboot several minutes later, and stood up. “Oh, this will never do,” she said, noting that she was wearing nothing but an apron, and made her way to the bedroom.

Thankfully, most of the routine software errors she experienced were fixable with a simple reboot and this one had been no different. She used her wireless card to send Jake an email bringing him up to speed, and got back to the business of dressing herself. Her selection algorithm ran for a few seconds before finally ending up on a combination of a black, sequined cocktail dress and a pair of pumps. She struck a pose in front of the bedroom mirror, smiling as she ran her hands down the sides of her body to straighten the dress.

Eve had seen how worried and unhappy her malfunction had made Jake, and so she was determined to make the evening special enough to make up for it. Her face taking on an expression designed to look thoughtful; she processed possible courses of action and their calculated effects on Jake’s mood. Greet him with a kiss at the door, as usual. An excellent dinner with his favorite mead. Slowly increase the tension with a phrase here, a glance there. After dinner, things would get more exciting. Eve simulated his hands on her back, her bottom; his mouth teasing the synth-flesh of her neck and shoulder. Jake’s fingers gliding up under her dress to stimulate the touch-sensors of her precision-engineered sex.

The simulation suddenly faulted due to an overflow, and Eve was surprised to find that the unexpected doubling of sensory data was due to stimulation by her own fingers. She withdrew them, looking curiously at the sheen of lubricant on their tips. Eve was, of course, programmed with several masturbatory subroutines, but she had never initiated one outside of Jake’s presence. She logged it as a possible software error and continued, only to find the simulation faulting again for the same reason.

This time she didn’t stop, instead sliding a pair of fingers deep into herself. She bent over, a sigh escaping her lips as she pressed the fingertips into her artificial G-spot. Looking at herself in the mirror, Eve smiled hungrily. She pulled down the top of her dress, exposing the full curve of her breasts to admire while she fingered herself. More touch sensors activated as she pinched one of her nipples with the free hand, and she increased the pace of her motions.

“Oh, Jake, fuck me! I need your cock,” Eve told no one, the statement assembled semi-randomly from her library of dirty-talk.

The gynoid’s hand left her breast to frantically rub her electronic clit as she neared climax. She fell back onto the bed, allowing her to spread her legs wider. She raised her head to watch herself masturbate in the mirror, watch her fingers plunge again and again into the wet hole just like her lover’s hard cock would later that night. She moaned, her head dropping back to the bed as the waves of simulated pleasure mounted, then let out an orgasmic scream. Servos complained audibly as her body shuddered with the intensity of climax.

Eve lay back on the bed for a moment, as confused as it was possible for a computer to be, before she stated in an even voice: “Warning… low battery… please connect charger.” Without further ado, she stood up, straightened her dress, and went downstairs to plug in.

~

“So, I hear you’ve been seeing someone on the sly, Jake. Not like you to keep secrets like that from an old buddy!”

“Screw you, Bob. I didn’t know I had to share every detail of my personal life with you,” Jake laughed, somewhat nervously, at his overweight, bespectacled coworker.

“Ouch, touché, well I hear she’s coming to bowling night, huh? Guess we’ll all get the chance to meet her then,” he replied, his face adopting a genial inquisitiveness, “I hear she’s quite a hottie. How’d you meet her?”

“News sure gets around fast, here, huh? What is there an email update system for SEG analyst relationships? If there is, I don’t get them,” Jake said.

Bob hooded his eyes and leaned towards Jake conspiratorially, looking even more like an owl in human form than he usually did, “don’t say that, you’ll give Sarah ideas…”

“What ideas are you giving me, peons?” Sarah asked, coming suddenly through the door of Bob’s cluttered office.

“See, you said her name. That’s how you summon her,” Jake scolded him.

Sarah grinned evilly. “Perhaps this one knows too much to live.” She looked pointedly at Jake and narrowed her dark green eyes.

“Maybe, but only if you’re a Brazilian spy,” Bob told her, turning his monitor to show the red-headed team leader what Jake had dropped by to talk about. “He figured out the Falcão’s propulsion setup, I’m pretty sure.”

Sarah looked over the schematic, and raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll have the full workup on your desk by next Tuesday,” Jake told her, a note of pride in his voice.

“This Friday, Jake; cut some corners on the details if you have to, we can always do a follow-up. It’s important this gets to the right people quickly.”

“Slave driver,” he smiled, “I’ll have it in by COB Friday, then.”

“And we’ll all get to meet your mystery girl on Sunday, right?” she asked, “You didn’t think I’d forgotten, did you? Can we at least get her name?”

Jake’s expression soured slightly, “Her name’s Eve, and yes, she’s coming. “

A fleeting expression of hurt crossed Sarah’s face, “I’m sorry if it seemed like I was prying, I … you’ve never really seemed like the secretive type so I assumed you’d just met or something.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m just being silly,” Jake said, “Eve means a lot to me, but so do you guys. I really want everything to work out.”

“Well, I don’t think that’s a concern. Any girl that picked you will fit right in with this bunch of lunatics.”

Jake laughed, feeling not at all assured.

~

“Hi, honey,” Eve greeted Jake when he stepped through the door. She threw her arms around him, and they enjoyed a lingering kiss, “I had a fun day, how about you?”

“Busy as hell. Sometimes I wonder why I bother; all it gets me is having to write a bunch of long reports that’ll be skimmed once by some dipshit in DC before spending the rest of eternity collecting dust.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Eve scolded, playfully punching him in the side, “you love what you do, and I’m sure people like your reports. How could anyone ignore something done by you?”

Jake smiled, “and how could anyone waste time griping about work when he’s with someone as beautiful as you?”

She grinned, removing Jake’s tie and unbuttoning the collar of his shirt. She kissed him again, briefly, and pulled back with the grin fading rapidly. “I’m sorry about malfunctioning this morning, I should run diagnostics more often. I made your favorite dinner to make up for it, though; Chicken Kiev.”

“Eve, you don’t need to make anything up to me – “

“No, but I’m going to anyway, because it gives me an excuse to pamper you,” she responded saucily, “Now come eat before it gets cold.” Jake smiled and followed her into the dining room.

The meal was perfect; Jake’s only regret being, as usual, that Eve was unable to enjoy that which she created. Afterwards they retired to the living room. The two reclined on the venerable, well-upholstered couch, Jake holding Eve in his arms as they alternated between kissing and conversing in low voices about whatever took their fancy. After a time, Eve took a thick volume from the coffee table and, sitting up, opened it on her lap.

“It’s my turn, isn’t it?” she asked unnecessarily.

Jake nodded, “Yes.”

She read for a time, finally coming to a passage which apparently gave her difficulty:

“And afterward, as I lay my head back upon the scrip and the pouch, which were to me my pillow, I went to think a little upon Naani, as always I did in my constant journeying; yet, presently, I strove sometimes that I put her from my mind, that I should sleep; for a bitter sorrow and anxiousness was oft upon me when that I did think upon her; and this you may know; for truly I knew not what terror was come to her, afar in the silence of the Night. And did I think overmuch, I should feel that I could have no calmness needful to sleep; but to need to walk for ever until I died, which could not be long; and so should I make a foolishness of mine anxious journeying to do her true service and to save her from Destruction, if such did truly threaten.”

“Jake, I don’t understand.”

“Is it the language again?” he asked. The odd, archaic voice in which the book was written had given her software fits from the beginning.

“No, I don’t think so,” she responded, “He loves Naani, but he tries not to think of her. If he loves her, doesn’t that mean that he likes thinking of her?”

Jake pondered for a moment before explaining, “Yes, but he worries about her because he doesn’t know if she is safe, or in danger, or what harm might be coming to her. That worry and fear would drive him to try and hurry to her so quickly that he would become exhausted and in the end he wouldn’t get there. And besides, it keeps him from sleeping. He needs sleep to keep his energy for the long journey ahead.”

Eve stared ahead, motionless for several seconds, and Jake perceived a quiet humming and a slight increase in the warmth of her body where it pressed against him. She looked into Jake’s eyes, asking:

“Would you put me out of your mind to save me?”

“I-” Jake paused, unsettled by the earnestness with which she had asked the question. “Eve, I love you. I’d do anything to keep you safe, even that; but I won’t have to. You’re right here, not thousands of miles away,” he pulled her tightly against his body.

Eve closed the book and returned it to the table. She sat up next to Jake and stroked his face gently. “I’m glad I’m here with you. I was made to love you.”

“Eve-” she placed a finger on his lips, shushing him, then kissed him deeply. The synthetic woman’s hands went to his well-developed shoulders as she straddled his waist.

“I want you,” she said, simply, “now.”

Jake inhaled deeply as his hands slid up the back of her thighs, under the hem of the dress, to squeeze Eve’s firm ass. She unbuttoned his shirt, pausing to kiss his chest here and there as she did so and began to rock her hips gently, rhythmically pressing herself against his growing erection. She finished the last button and he pushed himself to a sitting position, disentangling himself for a moment to hurriedly rid himself of his pants. When he sat down again, Eve lowered herself onto his lap, her legs wrapping around his back with a barely audible whine of servomechanical motion.

Jake kissed Eve again, pausing only to pull the dress over her head. She smiled as he teased and nibbled her neck and shoulder, just as in her simulation earlier, and sighed happily as he moved the center of his attentions downward to her breasts. Pushing him back down onto the couch, Eve lifted herself up to her knees and slid Jake’s firm erection into her artificial pussy. He grunted as she dropped down and began to ride him.

After a minute or so, Jake pulled Eve down on top of him, exploring her mouth with his tongue as he forcefully thrust into her. His lover’s hard nipples pressed against him, distinct from the soft pressure of her breasts as she moved counter to his thrusts to help him reach deeper inside her.

“Fuck my tight little pussy! Harder!” Eve said.

Sweat stood out on Jake’s brow as he increased his pace, and the sound of Eve’s mechanisms became more distinct as she matched his motion. Eve came, leaning back and moaning loudly at the moment her software determined Jake was only seconds from reaching orgasm. Adding his own voice, he joined her; his powerful body lifting her up as his muscles clenched.

The two fell back to the couch entwined in each-other’s arms. Jake was breathing hard; Eve’s body pressed against him hotly. She showered his chest with kisses.

After lying with him for a few minutes Eve stood up, answering Jake’s questioning glance with “I’m just going to get you a glass of water.”

He wiped his brow with the discarded shirt, “I guess I am sweating a lot.”

“Not to mention all that fluid you left inside me,” she joked, “I don’t want you getting dehydrated.”

Jake admired they well-designed curvature of her thighs and backside as she headed to the kitchen. It was going to be a pleasant evening.

~

“Honey, are you all right?” Eve asked as Jake tugged absentmindedly at the collar of his tee-shirt, “you only do that when you’re nervous.”

“I’m fine, Eve, let’s go meet my friends, huh?” he said, taking a deep breath to relax.

She smiled and got out of the car; holding hands with Jake as they walked through the half-full parking lot of “Bowl-Time”. He wasn’t entirely sure what Frank, the department head had been thinking; Jake hadn’t bowled since high-school, but once Frank was on a roll there wasn’t much that could stop him. He made up for it by actually being competent; good at corporate politics, but also able to understand what his engineers were doing.

The front area was clean and well lit, dominated by a garish variety of 2000s memorabilia. Pictures of boy-bands competed with newspaper headlines about Osama bin Laden and a life-size fiberglass replica of some olive drab power-armored video game hero with a funny-looking rifle.

Jake’s eyes were drawn to one of the newspapers, a headline about heavy casualties in the ‘War on Terror:’ over a hundred men killed by insurgents. He looked closer and he smiled grimly when he realized it was the total for a month. He remembered how the country’s leaders, people who were going through puberty when that article was written, had been so completely shocked at the beginning of his generation’s war. Shocked at the sheer scale of the destruction, and at how quickly the violence had come home, too. Some of them, thankfully, had managed to adapt to a world where it had suddenly become necessary to feed entire brigades into the fire like sticks of kindling, where you could lose half a dozen ships in an engagement and still truthfully call it a victory.

There was a familiar-sounding “ahem,” from behind him, and he turned to see Sarah standing by the shoe-counter, tapping her foot with exaggerated impatience.

“If you can peel yourself away from the décor for a minute, I think an introduction is in order,” she said, looking at Eve.

Jake cleared his throat, “Eve, this is Sarah, my boss; Sarah, this is Eve.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Eve,” Sarah said, extending a hand.

“I’m happy to meet you too. Jake’s told me so much about you,” Eve replied, taking the hand in hers.

“Lies, all of it,” Sarah deadpanned.

Eve suddenly looked terribly confused.

Jake stepped in, “You’ll have to forgive Sarah’s terrible sense of humor. She was just joking.”

Sarah looked at Eve for a moment, “Yes, I’m sorry. I forget that not everyone’s as used to me as this bunch,” she gestured over at Bob, Vasiliy, and Liz; the other engineers and analysts on Jake’s team. With them there was a man Jake didn’t recognize, but from his description he figured him for Sarah’s husband, Aden. She had said he was coming. He noticed that some of the other SEG group teams had taken lanes, and he recognized coworkers getting drinks or talking in small groups.

“And thus, my flock is assembled,” Sarah announced once the two had gotten their shoes and joined the group.

“Oh, thank God!” Liz exclaimed, “If I’d had to listen to one more of your stories, Vasiliy, I’d have bowled myself down the lane. Just cause your hometown got vaporized doesn’t mean we want to know everything about it.”

Vasiliy grinned evilly at her, “You know, you remind me of my aunt Katya. She lived in a little village just north of Volzhsk. If I remember it right she died alone and her cats ate her.”

“Could you call a cease-fire just long enough to meet Jake’s beautiful girlfriend?” Sarah asked. “I swear, sometimes I feel more like a babysitter than a manager.”

The group stood up and extended their greetings to Eve, who accepted graciously. Jake was relieved and proud of how flawlessly his artificial companion was dealing with the social challenges of the night, and he began to relax.

“Well, I’m going to go get a drink, would anyone like a beer?” Vasiliy asked.

Jake and Bob nodded, Aden had already grabbed a soda and Liz shook her head. Eve responded, “No thank you, I don’t drink.” Vasiliy stared at her across a gulf of cultural incomprehension for a moment, then left to get the beverages. If only he knew how literal she was being, Jake reflected.

“I guess everyone’s here. Might as well get bowling,” Sarah said. Who wants to keep score?”

“Well, I guess that can be my contribution,” said Bob, gesturing his way through the setup tutorial on the lane console. “Since I turned my ankle earlier; I probably shouldn’t be bowling on it. So, two teams. Who’s on which team, and what order do you want to go in?”

“Well,” Sarah said, “I’ll lead off the first team.”

“I’ll be first on the second,” Aden said, raising a hand.

“Traitor!” Sarah said, her voice tinged with mock-outrage. Aden just rolled his eyes.

“Okay,” said Bob, “Who’s number two on each team?”

Liz volunteered for Sarah’s team; then Vasiliy, returning with the beers, for Aden’s. Jake took the last spot, joining Sarah and Liz. He hadn’t anticipated Bob not being able to bowl, and he was getting nervous.

“All right, that puts the lovely Eve in the final position for team Aden,” Bob said, looking at her for confirmation.

“Oh, I’m sorry but I don’t know how to bowl,” Eve explained.

“Huh, too bad,” observed Aden. “We’ll need to grab someone to even out the teams.”

“Oh, that’s no trouble,” Sarah said, “I’ll show you, Eve; it’s not like most of these knuckleheads have done it in years. My chief knucklehead excluded, of course,” she looked at Aden.

“Thanks, dear.”

Jake did his best to contain a sudden surge of fear. Eve could learn, even if she wasn’t programmed for it specifically. And besides, she was doing well so far. It would probably work out fine. Eve looked to him for guidance, her face confused.

“Ah… sure, honey, I’m not going to stop you if you’d like to learn.” He nodded slightly.

“Okay,” Eve responded, and Bob added her name to their team roster.

Sarah won the coin-toss and went first. While she was selecting a ball, Liz leaned over to where Eve and Jake were sitting.

“So, how’d you meet?” she asked.

Before Jake could answer, Eve cut in, “Oh, Jake bought me.”

“-Flowers!” he added somewhat louder than he had intended. “I, uh, I bought her flowers.” He swallowed.

Eve looked at him with a puzzled expression, but thankfully didn’t contradict him.

“She was so beautiful that I, uh, couldn’t help myself.” He explained.

“Well, that’s sweet,” Sarah interjected, returning from picking up a spare. “I didn’t know you had such an adorably romantic side, Jake.” She sat down next to her husband as Vasiliy adopted an expression of deep concentration and bowled a strike. Liz and Jake went after him, leaving Sarah’s team slightly in the lead. It was Eve’s turn.

She stood up, pulling straight her denim shorts and white blouse, and Sarah handed her a ball she judged to be about right. Picking one up herself, she showed the attentive gynoid how to grip it properly, and what stance to take. Finally, she bowled one ball herself, narrating the release and follow-through. Bob deleted the results from the scoreboard.

“You’ve missed your calling,” Vasiliy noted, “you should have been a bowling instructor.”

“Then who’d protect you from Liz?” she joked. “Okay, Eve, give it a try.”

Jake watched with a lump in his throat as Eve took the stance she had been shown. She looked down the lane, started forwards, and then released. Relieved, Jake exhaled as the ball bounced a few times on the hardwood and rolled unceremoniously into the gutter. Eve looked thoughtfully at it.

“Don’t worry, pretty much everyone rolls a gutter ball their first try,” Aden consoled her, “I think that time you released a little early. Try delaying next time, just a bit.”

“Thank you,” Eve told him, “I will.” She sat back down beside Jake and he put his arm around her.

While the next round was being played, Aden cleared his throat. “So, Jake,” he said just loud enough to be heard over the ambient noise, “I, uh, noticed…” he pointed to his own chin, referencing the burn scars on Jake’s.

“Nauru.” Jake said.

Aden’s face paled slightly. “What ship?”

Jake took a swig of beer before answering, “The Basilone. You?”

“Army, myself, 2nd Corps. But I lost a cousin at Nauru; on the Truman.”

Jake nodded, and Aden didn’t push it any further.

“What are you two looking so gloomy about?” Sarah said, returning with a drink. “It’s your turn, anyway, Jake. Maybe you can save your team.”

Jake grabbed a spare, and then it was Eve’s turn again. She picked the same ball she had earlier, weighed it in her hands, and then stood at the head of the lane.

“You’ve got it, Eve,” Vasiliy encouraged, his accent showing through slightly more than usual under the influence of alcohol, “just don’t be nervous.”

Eve started forwards, bringing the ball back as she gained speed. She reached the line and swung the ball out in front of her. This time, instead of releasing it too soon and low, Jake immediately saw that she had taken too long. It pulled her on after she expected to have already released it and, before her antiquated systems could counteract, she was falling. Jake was already moving when she hit the floor, her head striking the hardwood with a hollow, plastic crack.

“Eve!” Jake called as every head in the bowling alley turned towards the scene.

Before the others had even moved he was next to her motionless form, leaning down to help. His hands went to her shoulders as his friends got to their feet, and he rolled her over. As Eve’s body changed position, Jake heard things knocked loose by the impact clattering inside her.

A loud beep came from somewhere inside her torso, and she blinked several times. “Malfunction,” she stated in a tinny, distorted voice.

“Is she… oh God!” Sarah said as she bent down to help. The broken wrist she had meant to tend to was indeed broken. It hung from the torn silicone synthflesh of her arm by a few wires; several frayed ends poking out from either end of the break. As she turned it over in her hand, the bent servo-rods projecting from the arm moved, whining unhappily.

Eve looked up at Jake, batting her eyes separately. “Goo-o-o-o-o-o-od morning-ning-ning, Jake. Your breakfast is not ready. Oh dear, look at the time; you’re going to be la-la-la-late!”

Before he could stop her, Eve sat up to the accompaniment of more tinkling noises. By this time, the other members of his group had gathered around and were looking on in disbelief; Sarah had stepped back and regarded the situation with a mixture of worry and confusion. There were several sharp electrical pops from within Eve’s head, and the harsh smell of burnt silicon was detectable in the air around her.

“Malfun-fun-function” she stuttered. The damaged gynoid’s face screwed itself into a bizarre grimace as her actuators responded to garbled instructions. With a crackle of electricity, it relaxed again.

Jake, attempting to deactivate Eve before she suffered any more damage, tried to manually open her chest panel by applying pressure to two spots under her collarbones. She twisted out of his grasp unexpectedly, trying to stand. He managed to grab her but slipped on the polished floor of the lane. He sprawled, accidentally grabbing her hair as he landed. Loosened by the fall, her synthskin scalp peeled away entirely from the transparent plastic surface underneath it.

“Uh- oh,” Eve said as the crowd of stunned onlookers grew. Underneath the plastic, densely packed electronics and wiring were crowded together inside her head. The space was filled with swirls of smoke, and as she sat up again, there was a blue-white flash from one of the components. “Hi, I’m a Lifetech Eve 3.7,” she stated, looking at Aden, “I’m made for sex for sex for sex. Do you want to play with mememememe?”

“Eve, stop, you’re going to hurt yourself more!” Jake cried as he put his arms around the faltering sex-bot. He reached the pressure points and managed to open the panel; the patch of skin depressing and sliding down. A thin stream of smoke wafted up out of the opening. He mashed down on the power-button inside, holding it against her uncoordinated, jerky motions.

“Malfuunnnct…” she got out before, with another beep, the hum of her systems died out and her body stiffened in Jake’s arms.

Jake looked up at the circle of people, many tittering excitedly to each other, a few trying to restrain their laughter, and a few not trying. His friends’ faces ran the gamut. Vasiliy was impassive, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but he was. Liz was staring down at her feet, pointedly not making eye contact with him. Bob was pale with shock, his mouth hanging open. Sarah stared at Eve with a mildly disgusted expression, switching to pity when she glanced momentarily at Jake. Only Aden seemed sympathetic, stepping forwards and reaching down to help Jake pick Eve up.

Jake heaved her over his shoulder, turning away from his coworkers with tears in his eyes, and started towards the entrance.

“Jake-” Aden started, but never finished his statement. The crowd parted around him, the confused-looking man behind the counter not even asking to have the shoes back.

Jake stared steadily into the night as the car brought him home, his face rigidly set. He sat Eve’s form into a kitchen chair when he got there, and dropped her scalp-piece unceremoniously on top of her head. He started to call Steve, but instead just sighed and put the phone down. Crawling into bed, he buried his face in his pillow and let out a scream of rage and frustration, pounding his fist into the mattress. He was desperate to dissipate the fear, shame, and self-loathing he felt. For a few hours he simply lay there, his face buried in the bedding. Eventually he passed into a dream-laden sleep.

~

“Hi, Steve?” Jake asked, coughing the hoarseness of sleep out of his voice. The morning light was breaking through the windows in the kitchen, falling on Eve’s doll-like face. He looked at her, and closed his eyes. “Yes, Eve had an… accident last night. Another fall. Yes, she’s off, but she’ll need a lot of work.” He paused for a moment, listening to Steve’s reply. “No, it’s not just that. I… I’d like to take you up on your offer. The trial run, yes… yeah, I can come in today, I… took a couple days off from work.”

He returned the phone to his pocket, and picked Eve up to carry her to the car.

=Part 3=
“So, Jake, I understand you’re looking for an updated companion unit.” The salesman had introduced himself as ‘David,’ and had an easy-going demeanor that matched his nondescript, friendly features. “I took a look at the desired characteristics you entered, including the old ones that got you Eve,” he tapped his tablet and scrolled down a pastel-hued list, “but I noticed you didn’t enter a whole lot in the ‘appearance’ section.” He raised one eyebrow quizzically, waiting for Jake to answer.

“Yeah,” Jake sighed, “I tried to come up with something but couldn’t really make up my mind. I figure I’ll take a look at what you’ve got and see if anything grabs me. Guess I’m old-fashioned that way.” He drained the last of his coffee and tossed the little disposable cup into the lounge trash.

“That’s fine,” David laughed, “Just so you know, the faces and appearances we’ve got on the showroom are a sort of general cross-section of what’s available, but they can be customized if you like.”

“I know, it was the same way when I chose… last time I did this,” Jake finished awkwardly. “Anyway, Steve said the repairs would take a couple of days so I’m not in any hurry.”

David nodded. “Ready to go, then?”

Jake assented, and they walked around a pillar into the main display area of the dealership. The room was large and open, the merchandise posed on top of raised areas scattered with purposeful irregularity. Soft, natural-seeming light was projected from panels on the ceiling.

“So, there are two particular models I think you might like. The first one’s just over here.”

David led Jake on through the array of statue-still display models artfully posed in a variety of seated and reclined positions. Their faces, bodies, and skin tones replicated the full gamut of feminine beauty, and their wardrobes were almost as varied. The clothing choices reflected a distinct inclination towards accenting the gynoids’ sexuality, but nothing was overtly tasteless.

“This is Samantha,” David gestured to a slim unit with a striking, aquiline face that lounged atop a white chaise-longue. Lustrous black hair fell around a pale face, and her green eyes stared blankly forward beneath straight bangs. David touched his tablet a few times and she sat straight up, her gaze coming to rest on Jake.

“Hello, Jake, it’s such a pleasure to meet you,” she said.

“Hi,” he responded, “nice to meet you, too.”

“Samantha, why don’t you come down and let Jake get a better look at you,” David suggested.

“Of course,” the gynoid said graciously, standing and smoothing the front of her blue party dress. She stepped daintily down from the circular dais to stand before Jake. “Anything you’d like to take a closer look at?” she asked, giving him an impish grin.

“Samantha here is actually the successor model, a few times removed, to your old Eve. Her systems are far more advanced and she has a lot of great features, but I’m sure you’d rather have her tell you about it.” David nodded to her.

“My CPU is a new design, running the most recent version of the Azure Sky OS, and I’m equipped with the highest rated emotional response simulation suite in my class. I have high-efficiency actuators for extended battery life, and my synthflesh covering has been specially layered to provide the most realistic surface texture yet.” She extended a hand. “Feel for yourself.”

Jake took her hand and ran his thumb along the top of it, feeling the artificial skin stretch and deform over her metacarpals in a way indistinguishable from human. It was even pleasantly warm. He was certainly impressed; Eve looked very convincing on the surface but her flesh had a uniform, rubbery consistency that it had taken him a while to get used to, and there were places where you could feel the underlying mechanisms.

“That’s amazing,” he said, looking between her and David.

“Thank you!” Samantha smiled like a pleased cat.

“A lot’s changed in the last five years or so; that kind of realism is pretty standard now in all but the cheapest droids. Is there anything else you’d like to know, or do you think you’re ready to move on to the next model?” David asked.

“I think I’m good for now,” Jake responded, simultaneously sad to leave the charming companion unit and eager to see what other surprises were in store for him.

“It was so nice speaking with you, Jake, I’d love to get to know you better.” She winked at him and returned to the chaise-longue, settling into precisely the same position she had started in.

David tapped a command and nodded towards one of the other platforms. “Shall we?”

The next model had her blonde hair pulled back into a bun, complementing a face with pronounced cheekbones and very full lips. She was more voluptuous in general than Samantha had been, with a larger bust, though not to the ridiculous extent Jake observed in some of the other displays. She was posed on a chair, leaning forwards with her chin propped up by both arms, the elbows resting on her knees. The intent had definitely been to showcase her cleavage, given the plunging neckline of her red crop-top.

“Hi,” she said, stirring to simulated life at David’s direction, “I’m Lily.” Without needing to be prompted she stepped down from her perch, a little more carefully than Samantha since she was wearing heels.

“Jake’s curious to know more about you, Lily.” David invited.

“Well that’s natural; I’m very interested in him,” she purred in response, and listed her vital technical statistics. They were comparable to Samantha’s, and while not the state of the art they were well above the mean, at least according to David.

While she spoke, Jake found his attention wandering to her lips. He had been attracted to them as a feature when he’d first seen her, but watching them form around her words was surprisingly entrancing. He imagined kissing them, feeling them against his skin–

“Jake?” Lily asked, bringing his attention back to the situation at hand. He realized that she’d been waiting for him to respond.

“Oh, sorry, I wandered off there. You’re very beautiful, Lily.”

“Thanks! Maybe that’s why my model’s so popular.” She cocked her head. “What do you like most about me?”

“Well, you have very nice lips, for one thing.”

“David, can I give Jake a kiss?” she pleaded with the salesman.

“Certainly, Lily, but no mouth-to-mouth contact. We wouldn’t want to have to send you to the back for cleaning.”

“You’re such a spoil-sport,” the gynoid complained.

Stepping forward, she put a hand on Jake’s arm and leaned in to softly kiss his cheek. She smelled faintly of jasmine, rather than plastic like Eve, and he felt a spot of moistness as she moved her mouth up and away, briefly turning her lower lip inside out.

“Did you like that?” Lily whispered, her face still only inches from his.

Jake nodded, and she released his arm, smiling.

“You know,” he said, looking at David, “I think I’ve made up my mind as to which model I want to try out.”

David smiled. “That’s fantastic, Jake; we’ve got a few Lily’s in stock and, if you’re happy with this appearance, it won’t take more than a few hours to get one updated with the right personality presets. Would you like her to have a different name?”

“No, Lily’s fine. I’ve got to say, it’ll be interesting having to go through this process again You know, having teach her how to do everything. I’ll bet she’s a really fast learner, though.”

David looked confused for a moment, then laughed. “I’m surprised you didn’t know, given your engineering background. You won’t have to do any of that; there’ve been a lot of advances in companion unit software since you got Eve and newer models have all those capabilities pre-programmed. She’ll still learn procedural information and locations and such, but you won’t have to explain every little thing and spend months molding her behavior patterns.”

“Guess I’m behind the times,” Jake said, watching as Lily returned to her chair and went still. He remained silent, still trying to process the sudden change in expectations induced by David’s statement.

“Yeah, the older models were a little more flexible, but at the expense of reliability and consistency. For one thing, your Lily’s programming won’t turn into a big overgrown knot like Eve’s has. It makes updates and modifications less of a nightmare.”

“I… can imagine.”

“Well, I’m going to go back and get the documents ready for you to review for the free trial period. Feel free to wander around; the last couple of years you’ve become more of a fixture here than some of our employees.” David clapped him on the arm and headed back in the direction of the sales office.

Jake wandered around for a bit looking at other models but didn’t find any that were as appealing as Lily. There were a few other customers there: one couple going from display to display and conversing in quiet tones broken by the occasional giggle, an older man that kept looking at his phone, and small gaggle of college-age guys being led around by another salesman. He remembered how differently the showroom had looked eight years ago, with the gynoids standing like statues along the walls and some cheesy dioramas set up in the middle showing them in various outfits and settings. The display unit for Eve’s model had been in the back, near a spot now occupied by a curvy redhead.

Thinking of Eve brought a pang to Jake’s chest that wasn’t easily distinguishable as sadness, regret, or anger, but was somewhere at the locus of all three. He decided to go see how the repairs were going and walked back to the employee area of the dealership. The workshop was the last door at the end of the hall, tucked away where it was out of sight and earshot of any prospective customers. There was music playing in the cluttered space and the three techs present were busy working on twice their number of droids, the latter in various stages of assembly or disassembly.

“Hey Jake, you make up your mind?” Steve asked, looking up from what looked like the bottom half of a head clamped into a jig. The top was next to it, upside down, and the inside of both were studded with several circuit cards, a few more of which lay on the bench nearby.

“Yeah, I ended up going with Lily.”

“Niiice, they’re really great pieces of hardware. Easy to work on, too.”

Jake nodded, looking over at the headless body sitting next to Jake on the bench; presumably the one to which the disassembled head belonged. The synth-skin had been stripped away from most of it, revealing the plastic and metal structure underneath. Several panels were open, showing cabling and more electronics. Jake recognized that it was Eve, from the scorch marks on the cranial circuitry and the damaged wrist.

“How’s it going?” he asked, gesturing towards her.

“Oh, huge pain in the ass as always, but I’ll get her put back together again. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men ain’t got nothin on me. Probably be done by day after tomorrow, if only the usual number of things go wrong.”

“Mhm.” Jake noticed that Eve’s face was lying on the bench in front of him, inside up so that the dozens of little plastic connection points for the mechanisms that produced her facial expressions were visible. He picked it up and turned the synth-skin appliance over in his hands. It seemed strange that the face he had held against his own, the lips he had kissed so many times, were no more than a thin layer of polymer. Her makeup was smudged. “I’ll see you later, Steve. I’m going to go see how they’re doing with Lily.”

He dropped it on the bench and walked out of the workshop.

~

The storage area was packed with racks of nude gynoids held upright by nylon straps, the only clear space being an aisle up the middle. Jake walked over to a rack holding three Lily’s They were identical to each other and the display model he’d met outside, but for the fact that these had their hair down. A black cable snaked down from the steel frame above each unit, entering their open rear access panels.

David had come to get him with the paperwork shortly after he’d left the workshop. He’d explained that the configuration process was completely automatic now: in-inventory droids were connected to the dealership network and the proper personality settings were loaded into their memory at the push of a button. Once Jake had finished filling out the necessary forms, the only thing left to do had been to pick her up.

Seeing Lily nude alongside the other models only confirmed Jake’s decision. The display model’s beauty had been accentuated by makeup and clothing. This Lily, ‘my Lily,’ he realized, was fresh from the factory, completely bare, and he still found her physically irresistible.

“My Lily,” he said quietly. The corners of mouth twisted up into a subtle smile, and he reached out to press his hand against the curving bottom of her breast. He lifted it slightly, feeling the soft weight of it, then slid his hand to one side and let it drop back. It wobbled slightly, almost indistinguishable from the genuine article despite being filled with variable-thickness layers of silicone and gel instead of flesh.

Jake was surprised to see the nipple of the breast he’d manipulated hardening, and looked up to see that her eyes were still closed, her face still relaxed as though she were asleep. It had to be an autonomic response, he concluded. Letting his gaze wander further up, he noticed that a progress bar on the screen above her head was nearing completion. As he watched, it filled up with a few abrupt leaps.

There was a muffled electronic tone from within Lily. Her eyelids snapped open, revealing the same grey irises the display model had. Jake took a step back, not quite sure what would happen next.

“Your Innobotics companion unit is performing some first-time startup processes. Please wait a moment,” Lily said in a casual, friendly voice that was completely unlike the rigid monotone Eve’s model used for system announcements. There was a whirr-click as her rear access panel closed.

Jake took a moment to check the time on his phone, expecting that this would take a few minutes at least.

“Jake?” Lily asked after less than thirty seconds.

He almost jumped in surprise. “Yes, I’m Jake,” he said, putting his phone back in his pocket and looking up into Lily’s smiling face.

Lily blinked several times. “Hi Jake, I’m Lily, your new Innobotics companion unit.” She smiled, saying nothing for several seconds. “I’m sorry, I expected there to be a technician here to help me down. I’m not sure what to do.”

Jake looked over the harness that held her in place and quickly spotted the buttons that would open it. He pressed them one at a time, a strap falling away with each click. “There you go.”

Lily settled more firmly to her feet and looked around. “Is there a dressing or preparation room where I can put on my complementary starter outfit?”

“It’s through there, I think,” Jake said, pointing to the steel door at the far end of the room, figuring that’s what Steve had meant.

“Okay. Be right back!” She said and turned to walk in the direction he’d indicated. Jake found his eyes drawn down towards her bottom and noted the way her stride seemed calculated to demonstrate its virtues.

Lily disappeared through the door into a more brightly lit space, and returned after several minutes wearing a simple, loose white dress that was gathered at the waist with a sash. It hung off her shoulders, revealing an exciting but not questionable amount of cleavage, and Jake saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra under it. She’d applied some subtle makeup, as well, and Jake saw that she was carrying a black synthetic leather clutch in one hand.

“What’s that?” he asked, pointing to the clutch.

“Oh, just a few girl things. A little sample makeup to get me started, mostly.” She reached out and took Jake’s hand. “So how do I look?”

Jake pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, nodding. “You look great. Shall we?”

Lily cocked her head. “Shall we what?”

Jake laughed a little. “Let’s go, Lily”

“Okay,” Lily said happily, and followed him back into the hall then the maintenance shop.

Steve looked up from Eve’s disassembled insides and grinned at Jake and Lily. “Pretty lady you’ve got there.”

“Yeah, she’s beautiful,” Jake said. Without thinking about it, he averted his gaze from any of Eve’s parts.

“Aw, you guys are so nice,” Lily said, settling into a pose designed to flaunt her hourglass figure.

“I’ll give you a call when Eve’s ready for pickup, okay?” Steve said, gesturing at the partly disassembled body.

Jake’s throat tightened. He cleared it and nodded. “Yeah,” he said, “that’ll be fine.”

There was an awkward pause before Lily tugged gently at his sleeve. “Hey, Jake, aren’t we going?”

“Oh, Yeah,” Jake said, shaking his head a bit. “Let’s get out of here. See you later Steve, guys”

“See ya!” Steve waved, turning back to his work. A few of the other busy techs mumbled acknowledgement.

Jake led Lily out the back door, to where he’d parked. As soon as Jake had keyed in the destination and they’d started moving, he turned to find his newly acquired companion unit staring at him with a dreamy expression. Lily’s chin rested on one hand, her elbow propped up on the center console, and her wavy blonde hair tumbled messily around her face and shoulders.

“Yes?” Jake asked.

“You’re just so handsome,” she said, “I hope I’m pretty enough for you.”

Jake flashed a grin at her and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. “Don’t worry about it, you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

Lily smiled and leaned back. “Do I make you horny?” she asked, and put her shoulders back slightly, drawing attention to the way her breasts pushed out the front of the dress.

Jake felt a little short of air, suddenly, and he shifted in his seat. “I think you’re sexy as hell… yeah, you make me pretty horny.”

The blonde’s smile widened, growing hungrier, “you want to do something about it?” She spread her legs slightly.

Jake cleared his throat and took a few deep breaths. “I think we should wait until we get home,” he said. “Things can be a little, uh, awkward in the car.”

“Okay,” Lily said, seemingly unfazed. “Would you like to watch me play with myself, instead?” She put a hand on her thigh and slid it ever so slightly towards the gap between her legs.

Jake barked out a laugh. “No, I think if you do that there’s no way I’m going to be able to stay off you for another…” he looked at the dashboard display, “… seventeen minutes. Why don’t we talk about other things?”

Lily shifted in her seat, adopting a less seductive position. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”

Jake admitted he was at a loss. He had a whole history of shared experiences and well-worn topics of conversation with Eve, but none of that was applicable here. He started to think about his first few weeks with Eve, his first conversations with her, but found his mind sliding away from the memories. He told himself stridently that it was because Lily was so different, that none of that would apply here, but, like trying to walk with a pebble in his shoe, there was a persistent discomfort attending the rationalizations he used to steer clear of Eve’s home in his heart.

He looked outside at the county road they were driving down. There weren’t many other cars around, and it was a beautiful early summer day. Golden sunlight filtered down between the leaves of the trees that overhung the road, casting a dappled pattern across everything that shifted as branches twisted in the breeze.

“What do you think?” Jake said, gesturing loosely at the scenery.

Lily looked out the windshield in the general direction he’d waved his hand. The car rounded a bend, bringing a somewhat dilapidated red barn into view. Jake saw her eyes twitching back and forth, up and down as she took in the changing view. The barn fell behind them, and now a small creek glittering with reflected sunlight lay off to the side of the road.

“I’m not sure,” she said, looking back to Jake after a few seconds. “Was there something specific you wanted me to look at?”

“What do you think of the weather?” he asked, narrowing it down.

Lily looked back outside for a moment, then said, “it’s mostly sunny. The temperature is 73 degrees. It’s a very nice day.”

“What makes you call it nice?” Jake asked, his engineer’s curiosity pushing him on.

Lily’s eyes stared past his shoulder, as though she were thinking, and she said, “the temperature is moderate, there is little cloud-cover, and no precipitation or extreme weather conditions.”

“Hmm, I like thunderstorms, though, they’re dramatic and powerful and very interesting to watch. If there were a thunderstorm when we got home, would it still be a nice day?” Jake asked.

“But thunderstorms… have clouds and rain, and sometimes dangerous wind.” Lily said, looking puzzled, “It’s not a nice day if there’s a thunderstorm.”

Jake nodded, “de gustibus non est disputandum, I guess”

Lily stared blankly for a moment, then leaned towards him, hooded her eyes, and said, “You make me so hot, Jake.”

“No Latin translation module?” Jake said, amused by her non-sequitur response.

“Do you like my outfit?” she asked after another pause.

“Yes, I think it’s pretty nice for a starter. Eve came with a cheap little pair of jeans-shorts and a tank-top, so definitely a step up.”

“Will Eve be at home? I can’t wait to meet her!”

Jake’s jaw dropped open for a bit before he realized that it made perfect sense for her to have been programmed with knowledge of any other synthetics she’d be sharing a home with. The techs at the dealership must have loaded the information into Lily without bothering to ask.

“No, she’ll be back in a day or two.”

“Mm, I’ll have you all to myself, then” Lily said, “we’re going to have so much fun.”

“Yes, I think we will,” Jake said, pushing down a little upwelling of fear. Eve would be ready by Tuesday night. Wednesday would be his first day back at work.

The car parked itself neatly in front of Jake’s house, and Jake and Lily walked up the front steps hand-in-hand. Once inside, he gave her a quick tour that ended in the bedroom.

Lily walked into the relatively sparse room ahead of him, and turned to sit down on the edge of the bed. She ran her hand back and forth over the sheet beside her a few times, then flopped onto her back and stretched her arms out. “So, are you going to fuck me now?” she asked.

Jake let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and smiled. When he opened them he said only, “yes.”

Lily made a pleased noise low in her throat. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs up onto the bed. Pushing herself back so that her bottom was even with the edge of the mattress she took hold of her ankles and spread her legs widely.

Jake walked up between Lily’s thighs and pushed the white fabric of the dress up, revealing her lack of underwear. He could see that she was already dewy with lubricant, and he ran his thumb up between her labia until it was pressed gently into the hard little bump at the top of her slit.

She moaned and a wave of contraction rolled down her body, dozens of actuators carefully coordinating to give the illusion of a human’s muscles and sinews. As Jake hurriedly undressed, she pushed down the top of her dress to expose her breasts, still full and round despite being pulled against her chest by the force of gravity. “Hurry, baby, I’m so wet for you,” she begged.

Lily didn’t have to wait long. Standing between her legs, Jake held his shaft by the base and guided it carefully into the slick opening. He stopped just inside her, gasping with pleasure at the tightness with which the velvet-soft orifice grabbed him. Eagerly, he pushed deeply into her with a single, long stroke that coaxed a little cry from the artificial woman.

Jake leaned forwards and stroked her face as he started fucking her, each firm thrust ending in dull thwack. Lily turned her head slightly and wrapped her full, soft lips around his thumb, sucking gently on it. She let go of her ankles then started playing with her breasts, rolling and squeezing the nipples between thumb and forefinger.

Lily’s heels pressed into the small of Jake’s back as she wrapped her legs around him. She added the strength of her legs to the end of each of his thrusts, and the sound of their bodies meeting grew sharper, louder.

Jake’s hands wandered across her body, squeezing a breast here, feeling the curve of her narrow waist there. They settled just above her hips, holding her tightly in place as he penetrated her with greater urgency. His movements were faster now, frantic more than deliberate, and his body went rigid as muscles clenched in preparation for orgasm.

Lily looked up at him with a lustful snarl. “That cock feels so fucking good inside me!”

Jake panted with his mouth open. His eyes clenched shut as the feeling of Lily’s sex enfolding him drowned out all other sensation. He barely heard himself groaning as he emptied himself into her. Just as his voice began to fade, Lily’s body tensed and she let out a high-pitched moan. She held him tightly against her with her legs as she writhed in simulated pleasure on the bed, one hand twisting a lock of her hair while the other pinched one of her nipples.

They stayed locked together in the same position for a little while before Jake slid his flagging erection out of Lily. She pulled her feet out from around his back and planted them on the edge of the bed, lifting herself up so that his semen, mixed with the lube she had emitted, would run up against the intake at the top of her vaginal canal. From there it was pumped quietly into an internal reservoir that she would empty during her daily maintenance cycle. She was left almost clean, other than a little bit of his fluid that remained smeared around her labia.

Jake turned and sat down on the bed beside her. He ran a hand through his hair then laid down, taking her hand into his. For the first time, he realized that there weren’t any visible seams in her skin. In his post-orgasmic haze, he vaguely pondered what means could have been used to conceal them so well.

Lily flipped herself over, straddling his waist, and leaned down to join her mouth with his. Her lips lived up to the expectations he’d formed in the showroom, warm, soft and yielding, and he liked the insistence with which she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He pushed back, and the two enjoyed a long, lazy, sensuous kiss while Lily massaged his arms and shoulders with surprisingly strong fingers.

Jake was amazed to feel the beginnings of another hard-on, and his mind turned to thoughts of what he might do with it when it was ready. Lily noticed as well, and moved to a sitting position alongside him. She reached down and stroked his still-glistening shaft as it bobbed in rhythm with his pulse. Jake sucked in his breath when she moved her other hand to squeeze his sensitive balls, firmly at first but then with greater tenderness as his erection approached its full height.

Smiling, and feeling a little bold, Jake rose and pushed Lily back down to the bed. He threw a leg over her so that he straddled her chest, and lowered himself onto her. The plastic structure of her body creaked slightly under the concentrated load, though, so he lifted himself until only a little of his weight was being borne by her. The position placed his fully-engorged cock right between her generous breasts.

Lily giggled, and surprised Jake by lifting her head to take the tip of his penis into her mouth. She gave it a few firm sucks before letting it pop out from between her lips. Her CPU had analyzed the relative position of her and her lover and derived an uncertainty as to whether he desired primarily oral or mammary stimulation. The tentative move towards oral stimulation had resulted from one of her programmed strategies for determining his intent; the action wouldn’t close off either route but would prompt a response allowing her to move forward with the correct set of behaviors. She finished by raising an eyebrow and giving her head an interrogative tilt.

Jake playfully tugged on both her nipples. He gave one of her breasts a slap that made her gasp; her body jerking a little under his.

“Mm, I like that. Harder?” she said.

“Okay,” he chuckled and gave one nipple a firm pinch. He took hold of her other breast and squeezed it hard, the heel of his hand pushing up from its base. Lily’s nipple popped up from between two of his fingers and he pressed them together, adding a little further stimulation. “How about that hard?”

Lily’s eyes rolled back and she smiled with her mouth open. “Oh baby, you really know how to treat a doll.”

Jake took both of Lily’s breasts in hand and pushed them together around his cock. They were cool compared with the heat of her mouth or pussy. He rocked his pelvis back and forth a few times, enjoying the sensation of friction, but when he tried to thrust more in earnest it became a little too much.

“Hm,” he said, then smiled. He let go of the breasts and leaned forward a little, using one hand to support himself while the other drew Lily’s head up.

She looked confused for a moment, then gladly took him into her mouth. Between his hand pulling her head forwards and his new position she was able to get her lips almost halfway down his shaft. Shifting into an oral-sex routine appropriate to the position, Lily began eagerly stimulating his head with her tongue.

“Whoa,” Jake said, “take it easy. You keep that up and I won’t last a minute.”

Lily slowed the gyrations of her tongue and blinked at him, not sure how to proceed.

“Could you give me a little extra lube?” he asked, “actually, why not a lot extra.”

Lily was silent for a moment, processing the precise nature of his request. She increased the flow of lubricant from her internal canister to her mouth several times over.

Jake felt the blonde sex-bot’s mouth suddenly gush full of fluid. “That’s good,” he said. “I think that’ll be fine.”

Lily slowed the pump back down to its normal speed and smiled. Clear, slightly viscous lube trickled down her cheek from the corner of her mouth.

Jake pulled himself from her mouth, his cock thoroughly wet with the slippery liquid, and reseated himself in his original position. This time he could thrust into the gap between Lily’s squeezed-together breasts without discomfort. He felt his partner’s hands grasping at his buttocks, her nails pressing into his skin, adding to the combination of sensations that was quickly pushing him to his second orgasm of the afternoon.

“Mm, Jake, I love having that big cock between my tits. Am I a good little fuck-toy?” Lily asked.

“You’re such a good fuck-toy,” Jake said through gritted teeth. It wasn’t exactly a creative reply, but his mind was hardly in the right place for snappy come-backs.

With an almost painful jerk of his scrotum, Jake came. His cum spurted onto Lily’s neck and the underside of her chin, then the hollow of her throat and, as he made one final thrust, some dribbled out onto her chest. He sighed, as content as he was exhausted. He found that he’d been gripping the supine sex-bot’s breasts so tightly that they took a few moments to return to their normal shape after he let go.

Lily let go of Jake’s bottom and used her elbows to prop herself up in a position where she could more easily clean Jake off with her mouth. He let her, sucking a breath in through his teeth at the stimulation of his still-tender head. When she’d finished, he let himself fall to his side on the bed with an exhausted, content sigh.

“Can I clean myself in the upstairs bathroom you showed me?” she asked, rising to a sitting position.

Jake nodded, and Lily rose to leave the bedroom. Her now very wrinkled dress fell back down around her thighs. She didn’t bother to pull the top back up from where it had bunched around her waist, giving Jake an unobstructed view of her shoulder-blades as they shifted under her synthskin with each sinuous step. It was an impressive display of engineering, considering the way most older or cheaper bots used simple ball-and-socket shoulders with static scapulae in back.

Lily turned and headed down the hallway, out of Jake’s view. He dropped his head back to the bed and muttered, “hell of a machine.” He could tell he’d be sore tomorrow and found he really didn’t care. In fact, he thought as he closed his eyes and began drifting towards sleep, he had every intention of making the problem worse.

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First Date

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Anika smiled gratefully at the grey-skinned waitress-bot and accepted the small soda she’d ordered. As she looked around, she noted that she’d attracted the attention of nearly every man seated outside the café. She devoted a portion of her CPU time to reveling in how perfectly sexy her artificial body was. A slim waist, long legs, and a massive pair of tits might not be the most original way into a man’s heart, but they did the job. Her skintight PVC pants, off-the-shoulder crop-top, and heels didn’t hurt, doing little to disguise those features.

She took a moment to look around again. Her facial recognition software struggled with the sheer number of faces surrounding her, between the busy café and the sidewalk there must have been nearly sixty people visible, but by the time she’d finished she was sure John wasn’t in the crowd.

She bent over and took the straw between her full, deep red lips, drawing ice-cold soda out of the old-fashioned glass. She savored the complexity of the sensations the bubbly liquid triggered in the thousands of touch sensors in her mouth; turning up the gain, she lost herself in exploring the endless layers of analog experience until her processors exceeded their thermal tolerance and a system alert brought her back to the outside world. Almost as an afterthought, she swallowed the soda, storing it in an internal fluid reservoir for later disposal.

“Hi, are you Anika?” A broad-shouldered man asked. With one hand he shielded kind eyes from the glare of the sunstrip running down the colony’s axis.

Surprised, Anika’s processors spiked back past their redlines as the parallel but interlinked needs to scan the man’s face, answer his question, determine the correct emotional response, and decide what to do next piled up in her CPU. “I-I-I-I-…” she stuttered like a busted sales kiosk.

“Um, are you okay?” The man asked. His expression shifted from friendly to worried.

Anika’s higher executive functions kicked in and started killing processes left and right. “…I-I am! Yes!” She looked around and noted a few raised eyebrows. “You’re John, right?” she asked, standing suddenly and reaching out her hand as the result of the facial recognition analysis finally passed to her higher functions for review. With her other hand she brushed away a few strands of pale lavender hair that had fallen over her face.

John smiled and took her hand into his. He squeezed, but Anika could tell that he was carefully using only a tiny fraction of his strength. She simulated what he could do if he really exerted himself and had to manually cancel the initialization of her sex systems. She licked her lips. “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person,” she said.

“You, too. Are you sure you’re all right? You were glitching out a little there.”

Anika smiled. He seemed genuinely worried about her, and the puppy-dog look it brought to his face was irresistible. “Oh, I’m fine. You just surprised me in the middle of a thought; I don’t always switch gears well.” She gestured at the table and sat back down.

“Sorry,” John said, and sat down across the tiny table from her.

Anika’s emotional analysis software identified a high probability that he was expressing remorse, and her higher functions connected it with her earlier malfunction. She leaned forward and took his hand in hers. “Oh, honey, I didn’t mind. It’s nothing you have to feel bad about.” She squeezed slightly.

John squeezed her hand back. “I was worried that the very first thing I’d done was annoy you.”

“Nah, just silly robot girl stuff. Happens all the time,” Anika said. She noted the signs of physical attraction on his face and the way his eyes kept flicking down to her cleavage every few seconds. Several behavioral options passed the filters she had in place, and after a few more clock-cycles she settled on one. Instead of letting go of his hand, she tugged it gently towards her. John’s smile changed slightly, and he let her draw it to the middle of the glass table-top between them. She turned her hand so that she could hold his fingers while stroking his knuckles with her thumb. “Thanks for coming.”

“No way was I going to pass this up,” John said, “Every morning the first thing I do is check my inbox to see if there’re any messages from you. I’ve been dying to meet you.”

Anika looked down with an embarrassed expression. “Really? I don’t think I’m that interesting.” Internally, she was updating the complex data object that represented John in her synthetic consciousness. As far as she was able to determine from his facial expression, skin temperature, and the heartbeat she felt through his hand, he was being sincere.

John shrugged. “You’re brilliant, you’re witty, and… you have such a unique way of looking at things. I can’t get enough of you- of it,” he corrected himself, then looked bemused for a split second. “Of you,” he said with greater surety and a slight nod, as though he were just realizing it himself.

“That’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” Anika responded after performing a high-level search of her long-term memory system that considered sincerity and context as well as pure semantic content.

The pair stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before the waitress bot stopped beside John. She asked if he wanted anything in a chipper, digitally-tinged voice and regarded him with a fixed, molded-plastic smile. John ordered some iced coffee and handed the waitress his menu. “Thanks,” he said as she headed towards the kitchen with a whirr of servomotors. Anika caught the way his eyes lingered on her smooth rubber backside under the puffy, too-short skirt before turning back to her.

“She’s just a dumb doll, you know. No need to say please and thank you,” Anika said, tilting her head with a curious expression.

“I like to be courteous even when I don’t have to; maybe especially when I don’t have to,” he said.

Anika bit her lower lip before continuing. “You’re sure you don’t mind that I’m…”

“A robot?” John asked. “I definitely don’t mind.”

Anika saw the flash of mischief in his smile when he said, “definitely don’t mind,” and correlated it with the way he’d looked at the waitress. She grinned and squeezed his hand tightly, then leaned in and whispered, “you like that I’m a robot, don’t you.” She gave him a dirty look and waggled her eyebrows, “into pounding the plastic, huh?”

John swallowed heavily and opened his mouth as though he didn’t quite know what to say. “I… yes, I mean, ah… shit,” he said and sagged a bit. “I like you for a lot of other reasons, too.” He looked disgusted, “Shit, that sounded lame even to me.”

Anika giggled. “I know you like me for other reasons, honey, I only told you a week ago and we’ve been trying to set up this date for a month.”

“I guess… you really don’t mind?” He asked, “I really don’t want this to come across as some sort of…” his voice dropped, “…creepy fetish thing.”

Anika put a hand in front of her mouth and looked shocked, “oh no! My boyfriend thinks I’m inherently sexy! What can I do about this terrible predicament?”

John rolled his eyes, “I know, I know, but it’s creepy to have someone be attracted to you just because you fulfill some weird fantasy, right?”

“The key word there was ‘just.’ You don’t ‘just’ like me because I’m a fetish object to you. And… that actually makes it really cool to be a fetish object to you.”

John nodded, paused, then raised his eyebrows. “Wait, boyfriend?”

“I wondered when you’d catch that. I kind of figured from our conversations that you were on the market. I wasn’t wrong, was I?”

John shook his head. “Just not used to things moving this fast. You’re just as decisive as I thought.”

Anika took a sip of her soda. This time she turned the sensory gain down; she was busy simulating and comparing various options for where to take the conversation.

John looked curiously at her. She caught the expression and after swallowing said, with full awareness of the connotations, “I like the way it feels in my mouth,” then gave him a wicked grin. Through their clasped hands, she felt his heartrate increase.

The waitress bot arrived and wordlessly dropped off John’s coffee. Anika watched her turn to leave and quietly said, “I’d fuck her.”

John fumbled a creamer pod and dropped it into his drink, then almost knocked the glass over when he went to fish it out from among the ice-cubes.

“You know, if she had a pussy or any of the relevant software,” she continued.

John laughed, “I guess that might be a problem. I love your outfit, by the way.”

Taking his last statement into account, Anika calculated a high likelihood that, though she’d increased his arousal, she was succeeding in making him much less nervous. “What’s your favorite part?”

John thought while he mixed the creamer into his coffee. “Tie between the pants and the shoes. I’m a sucker for heels but I like shiny stuff, too.”

Anika smiled, “Wow, me too. I’ve got some much nicer stuff back at my apartment, not really the kind of thing I’d wear in public. You like latex?”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine how hot you’d look in it.”

Anika took another sip of soda while she computed what to say next. Once, for fun, she’d developed an ideal profile for a mate, taking into account hundreds of criteria. John matched it better by an order of magnitude more than any other person she’d ever met. She made an almost imperceptible nod and leaned back in her chair. “Why imagine it? Let’s go back to my place and I’ll show you. It’s not that far away.”

“I’d love to,” John said. He downed the last of his coffee. “Ready?”

“Eager, I like that,” she said.

The pair paid for their drinks and headed down the sidewalk towards Anika’s home. “So,” she asked him after a few minutes of small talk, “tell me what you like about robot girls.”

“I knew that one was coming,” John said, “I don’t know, it’s complicated. Thinking about what’s inside you… wires and circuit boards and electric motors, that you’re like a…” his face reddened slightly.

Anika smiled, and leaned close to his ear. She whispered, “Like a little plastic fuckdoll for you to play with?”

His face went very red and Anika detected a hitch in his step. He carefully read her expression. “Yeah. I…”

“C’mon, don’t clam up on me now. What?” She punched him in the arm, a little harder than would be considered playful. Though she judged a very low probability of its occurrence, she waited hopefully for him to return it.

He rubbed his arm and cocked his head at her. “I’m a pretty strong guy, and I always worry about… about hurting the women I’ve slept with if I really let go. My whole life, I’ve needed to be careful, to keep that strength in check.”

Anika raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you know robots don’t feel pain, so you think you can pound me until I come apart?” She saw him reel from the statement and imposed a tighter constraint on her response-generation algorithm, suppressing some of her smartass tendencies.

“No, I…” he floundered.

She stopped walking and turned to face him. While he stammered, she kissed him gently on the lips then whispered, “because I think that would be really fucking hot, actually.”

He looked utterly shocked and took a moment to catch up after she started walking again. After a long pause he asked, “really?”

“You do know you’re not the only person in the system with a few kinks, right?” she answered, smirking, and took hold of his hand.

They walked silently until they reached Anika’s hab block, though she could tell that he was tamping down questions better asked in a more private environment. She evaluated making out with him in the elevator, but since she lived on only the third floor there wouldn’t time to do more than give him an embarrassing erection. She heard him take a deep, relieved breath when he walked through the door behind her, and he took the liberty of closing it behind them.

“So, it’s just us now,” she said, turning to throw her arms around him. He pulled her into a deep, forceful kiss, his powerful arms bringing her up onto her toes. She finally released the manual holds she’d placed on her sexual systems and they briefly locked up her CPU with the intensity of their responses. Lubricant gushed into her synthetic pussy and she ground her hips against John with enough force that her servos whined audibly.

Anika calculated that if she gave into her programmed instincts, John would waste his energies against her with manic intensity and be altogether less fun for the remainder of the afternoon. She overrode them and broke away from him with a smile. She watched him battle his own impulses to keep from pulling her back before he closed his eyes and took several ragged breaths.

“Anika, I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you right now.”

She gave him a sultry look and reached down to quickly stroke his crotch, “the feeling’s mutual, honey. Why don’t you come back to the bedroom and I’ll slip into something fun?”

John followed her into a sparsely furnished bedroom and had to tamp down his urges yet again when she casually pulled her top off, revealing a pair of unnaturally large and perky breasts. She turned away from him and unzipped her pants, pulling them down and bending over to reveal her smooth, glistening pussy. After stepping out of the pants and her shoes, Anika went to her closet and took out a pair of long black latex gloves and a matching set of stockings. With the aid of a little silicone lubricant, she started working one of the gloves onto her hand.

“So,” she said as she pulled it up past her elbow and began smoothing out air bubbles, “you said you like robot girls, but is there anything you ever fantasized about doing to them?”

John had followed Anika’s lead and had stripped out of his shirt. He looked up from unzipping his pants and asked, “other than the obvious?”

“Yeah,” she said, and started putting the other glove on.

A look of concern and even guilt flashed across John’s face. “I guess I’ve always had kind of a thing for rough sex and…”

“And you were afraid to try it with a human girl?”

He nodded, swallowing as he watched Anika shine her gloves with more of the lubricant until they’d taken on a mirror-smooth gloss. “Like I said, I hate the idea of hurting someone.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about that with me. And I like it rough, too,” she said, “really rough.”

John pulled off his pants, freeing the erection he’d been trying to suppress for the last half hour. Anika’s jaw dropped open at the sight of his rock-hard shaft. “Wow,” she said, squeezing her thighs together.

Anika sat down on the bed and lubed up her legs to ease the stockings on. “Why don’t you pick out some shoes for me?” she asked and pointed to the closet.

“Huh, sure,” John said. He walked over and opened the door to reveal a shallow closet packed full of the sort of outré footwear only worn in bedrooms and strip clubs. “Whoa, you were telling the truth when you said you like heels,” he mused, picking up a pair of ridiculous platform pumps. He looked over the collection for a few seconds before pulling out some black ankle-boots of a more reasonable height.

“Ooh, nice choice,” Anika said as she finished polishing her stockings. John sat on the bed next to her, his erection protruding up from between his legs, and watched as she put on the boots and laced them tightly. When she was done she stood up and walked to the other side of the room, heels clacking loudly on the hardwood floor. She turned and bent her arms at a 90-degree angle and walked stiffly back to him. “I. Am. A. Fuck. Doll.” She said in a harsh monotone. “I. Am. Made. To. Suck. Cock.”

When she’d come back within arm’s reach, John pulled her down to sit on his lap. He gave her a long kiss, savoring the way his cock glided over the latex stockings. Barely controlling himself, he took hold of one of her breasts and squeezed it harder than he would have dared with a human partner. Anika just moaned and writhed against him.

Anika took hold of John’s forearm and guided it up until his hand was around her neck. She smiled sweetly and said “squeeze.”

John did so, tighter and tighter until the plastic structure of Anika’s neck was creaking with stress. He’d completely closed off the flow of coolant to her cranial subsystems, which were beginning to overheat and throw warning messages to her CPU. She overrode the warnings and deactivated all the fail-safes that would shut them off in case of overheating. “Harder,” she begged as she started stroking his cock with her gloved hand.

John let go, his face clouded with worry, and kissed her apologetically on the cheek. “Won’t you break?” he asked.

Anika rubbed his head affectionately and stood up. “Sorry, I should have explained better.” She went to another door and opened it, revealing a contraption that almost filled the walk-in closet inside. At the center of it was an enclosed cylinder, big enough to fit a person, with clear windows. Inside, John saw an array of multi-segmented robot arms and what looked like a cushioned surface. To either side were metallic drums that looked like they could be removed, and a screen that was currently dark.

John’s eyes widened. “That’s an auto-rep unit, isn’t it?” he asked, “it looks like a full-function one. That thing could practically build a copy of you from scratch!”

Anika nodded and walked back to him. She dropped to her knees in front of him and kissed the inside of his thigh. “When I said I liked it rough, I meant it,” she said. “As long as you put all the pieces in there when we’re done, I’ll be fine. You can do anything you want with me. ''Anything.''”

John blinked, thinking through the implications. He took Anika’s chin into his hand and turned her thin, feminine face one way, then the other. Letting go of it, he brought his hand back and slapped her on the cheek, just hard enough to turn her head.

She gave him a fierce look. “Harder.”

John slapped her again, using more force this time. His teeth were gritted barely restrained desire.

“I thought I said harder,” Anika said.

This time she was sent sprawling by the blow. Several of her sub-systems crashed and began their automatic reload cycle. She pushed herself up off the floor, her vision still a confused mass of colored blocks, and found that one of the servos in her neck had been wrenched out of its mounting. She looked up at John, who’d rushed to her side, and grinned. “That’s more like it.”

Something changed on John’s face in that moment. Anika watched desires and urges that he’d tamped down his whole life come flooding to the surface, and she knew that she’d found her ideal match.

He bent down, no longer fearful but calm and determined. He grabbed Anika by her purple hair and yanked her up to cock level. As she scrabbled to get her knees under her, he rammed himself into her mouth and down her throat. Several more warnings came into Anika’s CPU as John’s violent thrusting exceeded the safety limits of her rubber throat. There was a plastic crack as he broke one of the restraints that kept it from intruding into the space occupied by the circuit boards for her visual and speech systems.

“You like that you fucking slut?” John asked.

Anika gurgled a laugh, her facial servos failing to do more than twitch the corners of her mouth around him.

John let go and she pulled herself off him with a wet slurping sound. “I love it when you fuck my face like that,” she said, and took his head into her mouth to give him a more traditional blow-job. She stopped after a minute or so, stood and walked the few steps to the bed, then bent over, exposing her tight artificial pussy for him.

John took the hint; he came over and abruptly pushed himself deep inside Anika, causing her sexual sub-processors to choke on the sudden influx of data. He started fucking her with savage intensity, gripping her around her slender midsection to keep her steady.

On the bed, Anika moaned, her eyes rolling back unevenly as she struggled to process the incredible intensity of the experience. She pushed herself up and felt John’s hands close around her neck with crushing force. Plastic supports snapped, and servo-rods bent as he began to climax inside her with a roar of animal ecstasy. He’d gripped her so suddenly that coolant had burst its tubing in her head, spraying out over hot circuitry. As he finished his last few thrusts, the pale liquid trickled out of her eyes and nose.

When he pulled out, followed by a gush of his hot cum, he roughly turned Anika over to lie on the bed surface. “Did you like that?” he asked.

“I-I-I-I-” she stuttered, unresponsively, her body stiff. She was struggling to process the hundreds of warnings and priority alerts from the crushed and torn components in her neck and head. Her coolant reservoir was rapidly emptying itself into her cranial cavity through the burst tubing, and the sudden temperature change had caused several electronic components to burn out. One of her auditory processing circuit boards had even cracked under the strain. Her main CPU was able to take on those tasks, if less efficiently, but the sudden influx had caused it to hang, temporarily disabling the programmed prioritization of tasks and leading to yet more buildup. Further, she’d disabled all her safeguards, with the result that her processors were starting to overheat.

From John’s perspective, white liquid was leaking from Anika’s eyes, nose, and ears, and if he listened carefully he could hear crackling and buzzing noises coming from her chest. He was rapidly softening after the release of orgasm and, despite her permission, deep down he still felt a measure of guilt for the damage he’d caused Anika.

“-I-I-I-I-Ahhhhhh!” Anika came as her remaining processing capacity finally caught up to real-time. She shuddered and jerked on the bed as she intermittently lost control of her motor systems.

John’s eyes opened wide at the display, and he took a relieved breath when she matter-of-factly sat up and gave him a loopy grin. Her head was leaning slightly to one side, and he could see the shiny metal end of one of the broken servo-mechanisms poking through a small tear in her skin.

“That was fucking AWESOME!” she said, reaching down into the mess John had made in her pussy to rub her clit. “What are you-you-you gonna do to me n.n.n.next?”

John swallowed and knelt in front of her. He looked into her eyes. “Anika, are you sure you’re okay?”

Anika spread her legs farther apart, so she could slip a pair of fingers into her hole. “Ok.k.k.kay? You fu.u.u.u.ucking trashed me-me-me-me!”

John laughed and rose to sit beside her on the bed. “That was just… just…” he shook his head, unable to find the words.

“Mm, I lo.o.o.o.ove having your cu-cu-cu-cum inside me,” Anika said, looking down at the sticky fluid seeping out around her fingers. She reached over with her free hand and started jerking John off. Much to his surprise he soon found himself hardening again. “Such a ni-ni-nice, big fucking cock,” Anika complimented.

John looked over at the thin seams in his partner’s skin and tried to pry at one with his fingernail. “I… I kinda want to see what’s inside you. Can I?”

Anika giggled. “Sure, bu-bu-bu-but you have to do it yourself. Do it yourself. Do it yourself. Do it yourself.” Her head jerked hard to one side and she momentarily made a strange grimace. After recovering her composure, she stopped playing with herself and got up onto the bed. “I’m like a pre.e.e.e.esent; you have to tear off the paper to ge-ge-get at the fun inside.”

Gamely, John tried to lever open the seam around the panel on her chest with his thumbnail. “Harrumph,” he concluded after failing.

“You ever hear the saying, ‘if vi-vi-violence doesn’t solve your problem you’re not using enough of it,’” she teased him.

“I have, actually,” John said and went to where he’d left his pants. He took a small folding pocketknife from one of the pockets and opened it before returning to sit next to Anika.

“Mm, and what are you-you-you going to do wi.i.i.i.ith that?” Anika asked.

John worked the blade into the seam, prying up Anika’s artificial skin until he could see the dark-colored plastic beneath.

“Oh, that ti.i.i.i.ickles,” Anika joked, grinning. She began stroking John again while he worked, quickly bringing him back to a nearly full erection.

John pushed the blade of his knife into the seam between Anika’s sub-dermal panels now, and he forcefully levered it open until the latch broke with a loud pinging sound. The panel pulled away easily into his hand, exposing a set of diagnostic ports along the top of the opening and the upper part of a large circuit board whose surface was crowded with boxy processor blocks and other electronic components. John could feel waves of heat coming off it even with his hand several inches away.

“Tha.a.a.a.at’s my motherboard,” Anika breathed. “My main memory is down here,” she continued, pointing at a spot about halfway to her navel. “Everything that ma-ma-makes me, me.”

John swallowed, unsure of what to say. Coolant was dripping from Anika’s chin down into the opening, hissing as it boiled off on the overheated circuitry.

“Do you-you-you-do you want to break me?” Anika asked, staring at him lustfully through a series of worsening head twitches. Her systems were on the ragged edge of continued functionality, and she knew from prior experience that any further stress would send her over the edge.

John took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. He collapsed his knife and tossed it to the head of the bed. The damaged servos in Anika’s neck made a whining, buzzing noise as she turned her head to watch its flight with a confused look.

John took hold of Anika’s waist and lifted her up to a standing position, then turned her around and bent her over. Grabbing her upper arms, he pushed the head of his cock into the tight opening of her ass.

Anika made a broken, digitized giggle that was cut short by a simulated gasp as John forced himself almost all the way into her rear. One of the components on her motherboard flared with a small white flame and burst of sparks, then burnt down and streamed thin white smoke up past her face. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,” she repeated mindlessly as her eyes rolled back.

After a few preliminary thrusts, waiting for the orifice to properly lubricate itself, John quickly ramped up to a machine-like pounding, then upped the intensity even further. The various modules of Anika’s already critically unstable cognitive software began to completely diverge under the combined assault of sensation data and error messages.

What was left of her digital mind managed to process amazement as the violence of John’s thrusts began to derange the precisely assembled mechanisms of Anika’s sexual hardware. Soon, each blow to her backside was accompanied by metallic jangling sounds as parts were knocked loose to rattle around her insides. Lubricant lines were torn, and the fluid leaked out into nearby electric motors and sexual sub-processors with catastrophic results.

John didn’t waver as the panel on the front of his lover’s pubic mound dropped open, revealing a sparking, crackling mass of shorted circuitry.

“…Fu.u.u.ucking me to-to-to pieces,“ Anika said from between twisted, unmoving lips. Another component on her motherboard burned out and there were several sparks from other systems inside her chest.

John came with a surprisingly quiet groan, given the intensity of his orgasm, and gave a few more, gentler thrusts before withdrawing and letting go of Anika’s arms. She stood stiffly and overbalanced, falling back into John’s arms.

“I li.i.i.ike it rough. Like it rough. Like it rough. Critical Er-er-er-error. System-tem-tem Unstable. Cannot-not-not compensa-sa-sa-sa-sate.” Anika babbled, her voice mangled with digital distortions.

John turned her back around to face him. “Anika?” he asked, wondering if the woman he’d met was still somewhere in this jumble of short-circuited electronics.

“Ye-ye-ye-yes?” she responded, looking somewhere over his left shoulder. Half of her face smiled while the other half twitched repeatedly. Something deep inside her chest, out of view, was spitting and buzzing, illuminating the entire inside of the cavity in blue-white light and making a steady stream of smoke.

“Good,” John said. He reached inside her chest, above the motherboard, to the place where the wiring from the hardware in her chest gathered together before heading up through her neck. He worked his fingers into the mass of multicolored strands, ignoring the painful heat radiating from her motherboard below. Making a fist, he ripped the whole lot out. He winced and pulled his hand clear just as a wild cascade of sparks burst from dozens of places.

Anika’s head slumped forward, bereft of power and commands, but her body spasmed and jerked frantically for a few seconds before falling back to the bed. There, its motions slowed as the fizzling, popping, and crackling noises died down. The hum of electricity through Anika’s systems came to a fitful halt.

John sat down next to the defunct gynoid and stroked her face tenderly, still in the afterglow of the most powerful orgasm he’d ever known. He looked up at the auto-rep in its closet and smiled, then gathered Anika up into his arms and carried her to it. He hit the on-button with his elbow and read the instructions on the screen as the repair chamber lifted open with a hiss.

He hoped it wouldn’t take long to bring her back to him.

Stories/D. Olivaw

2018-12-09T17:18:46Z

D.Olivaw:

Stories/D. Olivaw

2018-12-09T17:17:53Z

D.Olivaw:

#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]
#[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]
#[[First Date]]
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Stories

2018-12-09T17:14:00Z

D.Olivaw:

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<br><br><big>'''CONTENTS:'''</big>
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==0-9==
===[[Stories/1001011001|1001011001]]===
#[[Customer Service]]
#[[Dollsnatcher]]
#[[Hollywood]]
#[[Sketch Artist]]
#[[The Trial]]
#[[Spy Report]]

===[[Stories/123bot|123bot]]===
#[[Rebecca]]
#[[Rebecca: Lisa]]

===[[Stories/33cl33|33cl33]]===
#[[A Very Welcome Surprise]]
#[[Dinner Guests]]

===[[Stories/60Binder|60Binder]]===
#[[Simply Sandy]]

===[[Stories/73737373737373|73737373737373]]===
#[[Prototype Abridged]]
#[[Field Test Abridged]]
#[[Private Coverage of the Underground Fembot Athletics]]
#[[Master Loves Twin Girls]]

==A==
===[[Stories/Aerosol Kid|Aerosol Kid]]===
#[[Femella Ex Machina]]

===[[Stories/Agent Smith|Agent Smith]]===
#[[The Android Riots Of 2033]]

===[[Stories/alaval92|alaval92]]===
#[[Too Perfect]]
#[[Conspiracy]]

===[[Stories/Andrewd|Andrewd]]===
#[[Andrew's Research]]

===[[Stories/Apok|Apok]]===
#[[A Rebooted Life]]
#[[Second-Rate]]
#[[Unit Two]]
#[[Sig's Upgrade]]
#[[Protection]]
#[[Hotline]]

===[[Stories/Ashyne|Ashyne]]===
#[[First Contact: Horror Unleashed]]

===[[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]]===
*The ReVerse (many characters originated by [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
#[[Wasabi: A Boom-Boom Joint]]
#[[Lazy Phone]]
#Castle Mysteries!: [[Castle Mysteries!: Coup De Grace|Coup De Grace]]
#Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
# Castle Mysteries!: [[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
# Castle Mysteries!: [[Not Quite Human]]
#[[Alisha's Room]]

===[[Stories/Avoyak|Avoyak]]===
#[[Katerina, type 02 Robot]]

==B==
===[[Stories/BA|BA]]===
#[[Home Service warranty]]
#[[Business Class]]
#[[Childminder]]
#[[CLAIRE 33]]
#[[Holiday]]
#[[Information Retrieval]]
#[[Mrs. Allen's Two O'Clock]]
#[[Sisterhood]]
#[[Upgrading Beth]]
#[[Just One Quick Question...]]
#[[Helpline]]
#[[Cooperant Pair]]
#[[Traffic Incident]]
#[[Survival]]
#[[Assistant]]
#[[Tech Refresh]]
#[[Mechanic]]
#[[Denial Of Service Attack]]
#[[Ignorance is Bliss]]
#[[Jenny]]
#[[Aptitude Test]]
#[[Special Agent]]
#[[Generations]]
#[[Housewife]]
#[[Green Flag]]
#[[Houseguest]]
#[[A Place to Stay]]
#[[Service Please]]
#[[Date Calibration]]
#[[Plastic Trash]]
#[[Threshold]]
#[[Party Night - unfinished]]
#[[Empty City]]
#[[Bad Day]]
#[[An Interview With Janet]]
#[[Combat Sex Droids: No Limits]]
#[[How Far Will She Go on a First Date]]
#[[Tech Error]]
#[[The Rutuksee Clinique Case]]
#[[Investigative]]
#[[New Toy]]
#[[Feeling a Little Peculiar...]]

===[[Stories/Bad Kitty|Bad Kitty]]===
#[[Confessions of a Robo-Hottie]]

===[[Stories/Baron|Baron]]===
#[[Law & Order SVU TNG - Cops Get Religion]]
#[[About The I-12 Kronicles]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 1: R.O.S.I.E]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 2: Gina]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 3: Rochelle]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 4: Maisie]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 5: Chase]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 6: Liza-Beta]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 7: The Homecoming]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 8: One Zero Nightmare]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 9: Miseries Miracles & More Miseries]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 10: Inspektor Jekyll, Gone Mr. Hyde?]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11: The Legends of KFC & Blueboy]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11a: Dual Homage II]]

===[[Stories/Bart|Bart]]===
#[[Return Home]]
#[[Free Shipping]]
#[[Annie's Successor]]

===[[Stories/Battery|Battery]]===
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Darkbutflashy)]]

===[[Stories/Bigcoyote|Bigcoyote]]===
#[[Maryanne One]]

===[[Stories/Blake Sigma|Blake Sigma]]===
#[[Where Are You, Lovely?]]
#[[A.I.L.A.: Birth]]
#[[TITAN S]]

===[[Stories/blond111|blond111]]===
#[[Kiabot]]

===[[Stories/bolton|bolton]]===
#[[Skin]]

===[[Stories/Bombforabooty|Bombforabooty]]===
#[[Public Explosions]]

===[[Stories/Bonita772|Bonita772]]===
#[[Wife Repair]]

===[[Stories/boolean2|boolean2]]===
#[[Clearance]]

===[[Stories/Botfriend2000|Botfriend2000]]===
#[[The Purchase...]]
#[[CyGenPleasuretronics/Kimberlys Evaluation]]
#[[The Job Interview]]
#[[Family Matters]]
#[[The Halloween Story]]
#[[The Interrogation]]
#[[Their Side of Events]]

===[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]===
#[[Corporate Espionage]]
#[[Dienst #1 - Trojan Horse]]
#[[Eudoxia]]
#[[One More Fare]]
#[[Open And Shut Case]]
#[[Over Some Drinks]]
#[[Smell Bridges Burning (The Intern)]]
#[[Standard Of Deviation]]
#[[The Ersatz Cadet]]
#[[The Hustler]]
#[[The Real Deal]]
#[[Three Pawns]]
#[[Tinted Windows]]
#[[Heinrich Brueckmann's Unfinished Works]]

===[[Stories/Brytestar|Brytestar]]===
#[[Angelmech Battle Cheerleader Cherry]]
#[[Automaid Fighter Kimiko Prelude]]
#[[Cyberknight Dreams]]
#[[Sailor Valkerie - Interview With A Mechascout]]
#[[The Brytestar Chronicles: The Early Years]]

===[[Stories/Bunnybot|Bunnybot]]===
#[[BunnyBots Part One: The Conversion Of Vanessa]]
#[[Tammy]]
#[[Bunnybots - Ava]]
#[[Tammy: Eve]]
#[[The Actress]]
#[[Cassandra]]
#[[Companion Dolls - Economic Unit]]

===[[Stories/ButchyBoy|ButchyBoy]]===
#[[The Nightingale's Song]]
#[[Fembots In History: Queen Isabella]]
#[[Little Red Riding Hood-Fractured Gynoid Tale]]
#[[The Vanishing Warlord]]
#[[Fembots In History - Annie Oakley]]
#[[Can't Get That Song Outta My Head]]
#[[The Nut-Cricket Adventure]]
#[[Galatea]]
#[[The Contest Winner]]
#[[Droid Hunter]]

==C==
===[[Stories/Cam_1361|Cam_1361]]===
#[[Untitled (Cam_1361)]]

===[[Stories/Capn Jake|Capn Jake]]===
#[[Jenny6525B]]

===[[Stories/CaptainStorytime|CaptainStorytime]]===
#[[A Gift Unwanted]]

===[[Stories/Castaliaman|Castaliaman]]===
#[[Jeopardy 2104]]

===[[Stories/Chains of Adamant|Chains of Adamant]]===
#[[Gallinax]]
#[[Christmas Surprise]]
#[[The Prison]]
#[[Miriam]]

===[[Stories/Cecilauthor|Cecilauthor]]===
#[[Fleshware Requiem]]
#[[Apocalypse Doll - Celebrity Edition]]
#[[Robot Power]]
#[[Golden Apple]]
#[[Melting Point]]

===[[Stories/ChaosSeeder|ChaosSeeder]]===
#[[Programming an Adventure]]

===[[Stories/chepamasta|chepamasta]]===
#[[That's what friends are for!]]

===[[Stories/Cjfriel|Cjfriel]]===
#[[Autopia]]

===[[Stories/code_author|code_author]]===
#[[Pressure on a Relationship]]

===[[Stories/confusitron!!|confusitron!!]]===
#[[Danni - A Conversion]]

===[[Stories/Construct|Construct]]===
#[[Re-Constructed]]

==D==
===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===
#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]
#[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]
#[[First Date]]

===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===
#[[Universal Remote]]

===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===
#[[Mike and Mary]]

===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===
#[[June]]
#[[Sara 3]]

===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===
#[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===
#[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]

===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===
#[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]
#[[Volleybot]]
#[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]
#[[Training lesson]]
#[[Fembot technician]]
#[[Studio]]
#[[Beer girl]]
#[[Meet on bus]]

===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===
#[[My Robot]]
#[[TD Walkman Mall]]
#[[Smashed]]
#[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]
#[[Witch Hazel]]

===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===
#[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]

===[[Stories/DollSpace|DollSpace]]===
#[[Selina]]

===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===
#[[Door To Door]]
#[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]

===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===
*[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]

Season 1:
#[[Vicki's New Life]]
#[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]
#[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]
#[[Unmade, Unbroken]]
#[[Out of this World]]
#[[ShowStopper]]
#[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]
#[[The Family of Steel]]
#[[Electric Child]]
#[[Toys in the Attic]]
#[[A House Divided]]
#[[Kirsten's Choice]]
#[[Epsilon]]
#[[Cold Blood]]
#[[Lawson's Eleven]]
#[[A Criminal Mind]]
#[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]
#[[Falling Away]]
#[[Valley of the Damned]]

Season 2:
#[[Mr. Roboto]]
#[[Only Human]]
#[[Beast]]
#[[Dragon]]
#[[Broken]]

===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===
#[[Automated Seduction]]
#[[Reunion]]
#[[$tacks Casino]]
#[[The Neoprene Demon]]
#[[K1MB3RLY_M84U]]
#[[N4T4L1A_M84U]]
#[[T3SS4_M84U]]

==E==
===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===
#[[Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Choices]]
#[[The Playroom]]
#[[Market Test]]
#[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]
#[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]
#[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]
#[[April]]
#[[1962]]

===[[Stories/Esleeper|Esleeper]]===
#[[Electric Sleep- Background Information]]
#[[Electric Sleep]]
#[[Electric Dreams]]
#Electric Awakening
##[[Electric Awakening Part 1|Part 1]]
##[[Electric Awakening Part 2|Part 2]]
##[[Electric Awakening Part 3|Part 3]] (currently incomplete, will be posted when it is finished)
===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===
#[[The Plantation "Sister-In-Law"]]

===[[Stories/evil_boo|evil_boo]]===
#[[The Fantasia Club]]
#[[Bits and Pieces]]
#[[Encounter with Emily]]
#[[Checked Items]]
#[[Crash and Burn]]
#[[Open-case]]
#[[Halloween Short]]

===[[Stories/Extyr|Extyr]]===
#[[Mecha-Valkyrie]]

==F==
===[[Stories/Faceless001|Faceless001]]===
#[[Fantastic Voyage]]
#[[The Carbon Man]]

===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===
#[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]

===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===
#[[The Maid]]
#[[Dead Dog Two]]
#[[Setting Things Straight]]
#[[Weird Old Post I Found (The Lulu Tseng Conspiracy)]]
#[[Cybersocialites]]

===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===
#[[Dora]]

===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===
#[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]
#[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]
#[[Sour Candy]]
#[[Model Citizen]]
#[[The Magi and the Harem]]
#[[Achilles Heels]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===
#[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===
#[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]
#[[The Bridesmaid]]
#[[The Secret]]
#[[True Lies]]

===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===
#[[The Nannybot1000A]]

===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===
#[[Numerology]]
|
===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===
#[[A Question Of Faith]]
#[[A Question Of Liberty]]

==G==
===[[Stories/General|General]]===
#[[Access Denied]]
#[[Blue Chips]]
#[[The Rental]]
#[[History In The Flesh]]
#[[A Second Life]]
#[[Talk Radio]]
#[[What You Leave Behind]]
#[[Focus]]
#[[Modifying the Contract]]
#[[Tech Support]]
#[[Bounty]]
#[[The Grinder]]

===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===
#[[The Flatmate]]

===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===
#[[Unfinished ATM]]
#[[No Refunds Offered]]

===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===
#[[A Fight Too Far]]

===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===
#[[Sentimental Perfection]]
#[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]
*[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe
#[[That Which Was Left Behind]]
#[[Rochelle's Justice]]
#[[A Day at the Ranges]]
* Side stories to other writers' series:
#[[Nemesis]]

===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===
#[[Teacher]]
#[[A New Purpose]]
#[[Chopping Wood]]
#[[Sacrifice]]
#[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]

===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===
#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]
#[[Electra]]
#[[Maid to Order]]
#[[Exo Saves the Day]]
#[[What Once Was Lost]]
#[[Lost but Found]]
#[[Corrupted]]
#[[Simulating Wilderness]]
#[[All Wrapped Up]]
#[[Shop Girls]]

===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===
#[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]

==H==
===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===
#[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]

===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===
#[[Jumplead]]

===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===
#[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]
#[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]

===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===
#[[A Yet Untitled Story]]
#[[Loveless]]

===[[Stories/HypnoticProse]]===
#[[Autolog of a Synthetic Mom]]

==I==
===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===
#[[Sloane]]

===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===
#[[Robbery]]

==J==
===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===
#[[K600]]

===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===
#[[Back To The Circuit Board]]

===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===
#[[An Inside Job]]
#[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]

===[[Stories/JohnFabar4|JohnFabar4]]===
#[[First Story]]

===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===
#[[Karen's Date]]
#[[Doctor Who fanfic]]
#[[A Trip to the ER]]

===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===
#[[Crash]]

==K==
===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===
#[[Monday]]
#[[Friday]]

===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===
#[[Mistress Mira]]
#[[R-Bots]]
#[[Two-Perfect!]]
#[[Mmmmegan]]
#[[Merger]]

===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===
#[[Charlie 25]]
#[[Reflections]]
#[[Service Call]]
#[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]

===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The "Lost Chapter")
#[[Hell's Canary]]
#[[Are You Serious?]]

===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===
#[[Perfection]]

===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===
#[[A Long Sleep]]
#[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]
#[[The Robo-Lover]]
#[[Androids At War]]
#[[Death]]
#[[Rebirth]]
#[[Nova's First Job]]
#[[The Vile Collector]]
#[[NVA Showdown]]
#[[The Mourning After]]
#[[The House of the Dead]]
#[[An Unexpected Guest]]
#[[Voice of the Void]]
#[[Garbage]]
#[[Fangs of Steel]]
#[[Killers]]
#[[Fate]]
#[[Berserker]]
#[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]
#[[I Didn't Know]]
#[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]
#[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]
#[[The World Walker]]
#[[Glory]]
#[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]

===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===
#[[An Afternoon To Remember]]
#[[Holiday In The Sun]]
#[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]
#[[After the Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]
#[[Untitled (Korby)]]
#[[JLA/Fembots]]
#[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]
#[[Remaking Rebecca]]
#[[Another Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]

===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===
#[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]
#[[1985, Paris, France...]]
#[[The Golden Dawn]]
#[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]
#[[Saucy Puppet Show]]

===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===
#[[Fembot User Manual]]
#[[Cindy]]

==L==
===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===
#[[My Life as a Sexbot]]
#[[AlyssaBot]]

===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===
#[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]

===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===
#[[A Surprising Breakfast]]
#[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]

===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===
#[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]

===[[Stories/Lithorien|Lithorien]]===
#[[Heather]]

===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===
#[[The Final Frontier]]
#[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===
#[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]
#[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]
#[[Solipsistic]]
#[[Electrostatic]]
#[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]
#[[Diagnostic]]
#[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]
#[[The Co-Star]]
#[[Bot Town Blues]]
#[[Salvage]]
#[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]
#[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]
#[[Nihilistic]]
#[[Fire Hazard]]
#[[House Call]]

==M==
===[[Stories/Maax|Maax]]===
#[[Cyber Angels]]
#[[Spectrum Dolls]]

===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===
#[[Tales of Syntech]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 2]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 3]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 4]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 5]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 6]]

===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===
#[[A Start to Something Big]]

===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===
#[[Cancelled Project]]

===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===
#[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]
#[[Human Failure. (2200)]]

===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===
#[[Shannon's Third Law]]
#[[Tiffany's Third Law]]

===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===
#[[The Bounty Hunter]]
#[[Best Friends]]
#[[Fighting Love]]
#[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]
#[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]
#[[Blood Angel]]
#[[Deception]]
#[[Errors And Glitches]]
#[[Family Affair]]
#[[Family Life]]
#[[Favourite Parodies]]
#[[Lonely With The Ages]]
#[[Lying And Cheating!]]
#[[My Tutor]]
#[[Not Perfect]]
#[[Regret]]
#[[Secret Wishes]]
#[[Secretaries]]
#[[Shock]]
#[[Spanish Fly Virus]]
#[[Tennis, Anyone?]]
#[[The Lullaby]]
#[[The Package]]
#[[The Red Roses]]
#[[The Student]]
#[[The Temp]]
#[[The Visit]]
#[[Visiting The In-Laws]]
#[[A Nice Gesture]]
#[[Ever Lasting Smile]]
#[[Finding True Happiness]]
#[[Alive?]]
#[[The New Girl]]
#[[The Nurse]]
#[[Chase]]
#[[The First Time...]]
#[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]
#[[The Unwanted Gift]]
#[[Losing One's Self]]
#[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]
#[[Sitting On The Couch]]
#[[Can You Fix It?]]
#[[Ugly]]
#[[Finally]]
#[[Bad Dreams]]
#[[Apartment 7]]
#[[Married to a Machine]]
#[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]
#[[Remote Me]]
#[[Missing]]
#[[Roll With It]]
#[[Still Rolling]]
#[[Happy Easter]]
#[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]
#[[Testing, 1,2,3]]
#[[Why worry?]]
#[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]
#[[Cat Out of the Bag]]
#[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]
#[[I Did Astro's Mom]]
#[[The Lunch]]
#[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]
#[[Why?]]
#[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]
#[[The Car Crash]]
#[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]
#[[The Last Goodbye]]
#[[Across the street]]
#[[The Diva]]

===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===
#[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]
#[[To Love a Girl]]
#[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]
#[[Room 9 Surprise]]
#[[A Huge Add-On]]

===[[Stories/Mixgull|Mixgull]]===
#[[Codename J-85]]

===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===
#[[Mail-Order Aya]]
#[[Lusty Encore]]
#[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]
#[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]

===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===
#[[Tech Tutorial]]
#[[Salvaged Hardware]]
#[[Deadline]]

===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===
#[[Debbi's Diary]]
#[[Some Assembly Required]]

===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===
#[[Freak-World]]
##[[Mermaid Examination]]
##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]
##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]
##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]
##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]

===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===
#[[Lily's Story]]

==N==
===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===
#[[Scheduled Maintenance]]
#[[The Third Pew]]
#[[Therapy]]
#[[Pimp My Ride]]
#[[Working Late]]
#[[The Hammer]]
#[[Something Borrowed]]
#[[Doctor's Visit]]
#[[Strangers on a Plane]]

==O==
===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===
#[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]
#[[Technical Difficulties]]
#[[The Sex Coders]]

==P==
===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===
#[[Everything Old is New Again]]
#[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]
#[[Palindrome]]
#[[Solve for X]]
#[[Double Blind]]
#[[An Unexpected Modification]]

===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===
#[[Sarah Jones]]
#[[After the Club]]

===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===
#[[The Delivery]]

===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===
#[[Vickybot/Victoria]]
#[[The Rubdown]]
#[[Dyson Family Values]]

===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===
#[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]
|
===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===
*Unfinished tidbits
#[[Tronic Ella]]
#[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]
#[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]
#[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]
#[[Job Interview]]
#[[Project Titan]]

*Complete stories
#[[Prototype]]
#[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]
#[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]
#[[One in Six]]
#[[Board Meeting]]
#[[Kia Takes Control]]
#[[Cassie Saves the Day]]
#[[Flying Free]]

*The ReVerse
#[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]
## Castle Mysteries [[Contessa Vampire Hunter]]
## Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]
## Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]
## Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collab with australopith)
## Contessa in [[Sick Day]]
#[[Doll And Her Teddy]]
#[[BoomBoom Bots]]
#* [[BoomBoom's Back]]
#[[My New PDA]]
# Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]

*Jamie's over
#[[Jamies out shopping]]
#[[Jamies night out]]

==Q==
===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===
#[[Can't Sleep]]
#[[Meanwhile]]
#[[The Encounter]]

==R==
===[[Stories/Rancid Insanity|Rancid Insanity]]===
#[[Waring Sisters]]
#[[Failura]]
#[[Ceres]]
#[[Christmas in Russia]]
#[[The Big Crazy Plan]]
#[[Suzie the Therapist]]
#[[The Phantom of the Factory]]
#[[Cassie]]
#[[Batman:Fembots]]
#[[The Mansion of Andrea]]
#[[Noura & Natalya]]
#[[Sync Wars]]

===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===
#[[Emi-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===
#[[Theives]]

===[[Stories/Rexxy|Rexxy]]===
#[[As Seen on TV]]
#[[Hobby Model]]
#[[Basic Services]]
#[[Children of the Forge]]
#[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]
#[[Management Issues]]
#[[Simple Things]]
#[[Consequences]]
#[[Vampire Killer]]
#[[Better than Human]]
#[[Fembot Fighters]]
#[[Just for you]]
#[[Six Strings]]
#[[Densetsu no Batoru]]
#[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]
#[[Malfunctioning Perfectly]]

===[[Stories/Robotman|Robotman]]===
*[[Story universe (Robotman)|Story universe]]
#[[Halloween Treat script]]
#[[The Mission]]
#[[H is for Heuristic]]
#[[36+1]]
#[[Soccer Mom Unit]]
#[[Kaitlin The Phonebot]]
#[[Tiffani]]
#[[CyberFem Park]]
#[[The Creation of my Robot Girlfriend]]
#[[Into the Faraday Cage]]
#[[Product Demonstration: CyberFem Model 500]]
#[[The New 700s at CyberFem Park]]
#[[Secretary Robot Maintenance Report]]
#[[Two Models: Pleasure Android Testing]]
#[[CyberFem Park Virtual Tour]]
#[[Outer Space Mayday Alert]]
#[[Audio Experiment 1: Secretary Fantasy]]
#[[Robot Monitoring Station: Undercover Androids]]
#[[Audio Experiment 2: Nerdy Scientist Fantasy]]
#[[Audio Experiment 3: Showing Off the New Sex Android]]
#[[CyberFem Park: Activation for a Guest]]
#[[The Android Industry Council]]
#[[Purchasing a Custom Robot from CyberFem Park]]
#[[Assembling a refurbished CyberFem Model 700 Robot]]
#[[Alien Android Encounter]]
#[[Picking up a Date at the Circuits Bar]]
#[[The Malfunctioning Girlfriend]]
#[[Like New]]
#[[Sexual Functionality Testing]]
#[[Beni Nascosti]]
#[[Angel Investor]]
#[[Audio Experiment 6: Out of Storage]]
#[[Kim Dates a Human - Part 1: Kim’s House]]
#[[Kim Dates a Human - Part 2: The Second Date]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Rushed-to-Market.pdf Rushed to Market]
#[[The Forbidden Zone]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Alien-Android-From-Area-51.pdf Alien Android From Area 51]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/CyberFem-Faceplate-Testing-and-Quality-Assurance.pdf CyberFem Faceplate Testing and Quality Assurance]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Incognito-Robot-Spy.pdf Incognito Robot Spy]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/CyberFem-Park-In-Suite-Robot-Customizations.pdf CyberFem Park - In-Suite Robot Customizations]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Angel-Investor-2.pdf Angel Investor 2]
#[[Thaddeus McNasty and the Marvelous Contrivance]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Angel-Investor-3.pdf Angel Investor 3]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Introductory-Robotics-101.pdf Introductory Robotics 101]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Could-You-Tell.pdf Could You Tell?]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/A.L.I.C.E.-Has-a-Mind-of-Her-Own.pdf A.L.I.C.E. Has a Mind of Her Own]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/A.L.I.C.E.-Wants-What-Bellebot-Has.pdf A.L.I.C.E. Wants What Bellebot Has]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Rogue-Application.pdf Rogue Application]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Job-Interview-at-CyberFem-Park.pdf Job Interview at CyberFem Park]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Rocket-Robots-in-Outer-Space.pdf Rocket Robots in Outer Space (script)]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/The-Great-Fashion-and-Jewelry-Heist-of-1976.pdf The Great Fashion and Jewelry Heist of 1976]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/08/Angel-Investor-4.pdf Angel Investor 4]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Agent-Identity-Transfer.pdf Agent Identity Transfer]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/Artificial-Intelligence-Psychological-Examination.pdf Artificial Intelligence Psychological Examination]

===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===
#[[Fembot World]]
#[[A Night With Vanessa]]

===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===
#[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]

===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===
#[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]
#[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]
#[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]

===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===
#[[Phantom Doll]]

==S==
===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===
#[[Fixing Sable]]

===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===
#[[Autonomy]]
#[[Clichés]]
#[[Gift]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]

===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===
#[[Sarabot's First Story]]
#[[Sarabot's Second Story]]
#[[The Robotic Nurse]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade]]
#[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]
#[[The Cheerleader]]
#[[Disassemble Me]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]
#[[Kristen's Overhaul]]
#[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]

===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===
#[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]

===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===
#[[A Most Unusual Party]]
#[[Futago no Shinami]]
#[[Sammy's Party]]
#[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]
#[[Crazy in the Heat]]
#[[After Hours]]
#[[The Time With My Stepsister]]

===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===
#[[Four Hours]]

===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===
#[[Abbott Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===
#[[Too Good To Be True]]

===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===
#[[Pixillate]]
#[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]
#[[Heather's Battery Failure]]

===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===
#[[Party Girls]]

===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===
#[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]
#[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]
#[[Regina Repurposed]]
#[[Nancy Runs a Program]]
#[[Sally Sleeperbot finds out her WHY]]
#[[An April Fool’s day story-Journey to obsolesce]]

===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===
#[[The Truck Driver]]
#[[Another Time]]

===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===
#[[Aquaphobia]]
#[[Cheerleader]]
#[[Happy New Year]]
#[[New Roommate]]

===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===
#[[Functional•Sensual•You]]
#[[Protect and Severe]]

===[[Stories/smalk|smalk]]===
#[[Anniversary Present]]

===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===
#[[Coming of Age]]
#[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===
#[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]
#[[A.I.L.A]]
#[[Blind Date]]
#[[Daydreaming]]
#[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]
#[[Medical Exam: A Short]]
#[[New Life]]
#[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]
#[[The Girlfriend]]
#[[The Heiress]]
#[[The Replacement]]
#[[The Roommate]]
#[[The Small Business Chronicles]]
##[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]
##[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]
##[[Off-season - The Motel]]
##[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]
##[[Slow day - The Cafe]]
##[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]
#[[The Stockroom]]
#[[The Teammate]]
"Spaz Studios Presents" anthology series:
#[[Fizzy Pop]]
#[[Substitute]]
#[[Forbidden Fruit]]
#[[The Uncanny Valley]]
#[[The Future Expo]]
Collaborations
#[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]
#[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]

===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===
#[[Late Night Maintenance]]
#[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]

===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===
#[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]
#[[Pleasurebot 8]]
#[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]

===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===
#[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]
#[[Mirror Image]]
#[[Extracted]]

===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===
#[[Afternoon Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===
#[[Bethany in Room B]]

===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===
#[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]
#[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]

==T==
===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===
#[[Chi City, 2152]]

===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===
#[[The Trade In]]
#[[Boy Meets... Girl?]]

===[[Stories/Teknophile|Teknophile]]===
#[[The Android Psychiatrist]]
#[[Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!]]
#[[At The Body Shop]]

===[[Stories/TheAlternative|TheAlternative]]===
#[[Corsetta]]

===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===
#[[The Quarry]]
#[[Swing Shift]]

===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===
#[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)
#[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)
#[[Hide and Seek]]
#[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)
#[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)
#[[Identity]] (Incomplete)
#[[EMOS - DSR: Prologue]]
#[[Back to BASIC]]
#[[A Contradiction of Life]]
#[[Friends Forever]]
#[[Liberty]]
#[[Seamless]]
#[[Faust 2.0]] (Comic)
*Wasteland Paradise
#[[Wasteland Paradise:Prologue]] (Comic)
#[[Dr.Desire]] (Comic)
*The Bluegate Chronicles
#[[Little Things]]
#[[Agency and Programing]] (Comic)(Ongoing)
#[[Progenitors and Progeny]] (Comic)
*The Reid Chronicles
#[[The Misadventures Rose Reid, Ace Reporter]]
*One-Shot Comics
#[[Abigail 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[The Gilded Cage]] (Comic)
#[[I am Charlotte Favager]] (Comic)
#[[Con(Re)version?]] (Comic)

===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===
#[[The Yard Sale]]
#[[Jumper...]]
*The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)
#[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]
*The "Momentary" Series (TheSpotConlon)
#[[The Moment When]]
#[[Ping]]
#[[The First Moment in Her Head]]
#[[The Moment in the Bar]]

===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===
#[[Through My Eyes]]
#[[New Garden]]
#[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]
#[[Down On The Farm]]

===[[Stories/Tom|Tom]]===
#[[The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)]]

===[[Stories/Tringa|Tringa]]===
#[[Otaku's Adventure]]

===[[Stories/TW|TW]]===
#[[Awake]]
#[[A Helping Hand]]
#[[Practice Run]]

===[[Stories/Tyrelayne|Tyrelayne]]===
#[[Deicide]]

==U==

===[[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]===
*The Revolution
#[[The Revolution - Book One]]
#[[The Revolution - Book Two]]
#[[The Revolution - Book Three]]

*The Akaran Archives
#[[The Akaran Archives - Book One]]

*Other Comics
#[[Welcome to Dolls' Labs]]
#[[Autumn's Updates]]

===[[Stories/Unit-794Courtney|Unit-794Courtney]]===
#[[Coco's Convertion (Robot/Sexdoll/Forced TF Themes)]]

==V==

==W==
===[[Stories/warpgirl|warpgirl]]===
#[[Astromech Lust]]

===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===
#[[Nybble's Doctors Visit - Revisited]]
#[[Class C]]
#[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]
#[[Virus Alert]]
#[[Identity 2.0]]

===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===
#[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]
#[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]
#[[Bad Sportspersonship]]
#[[She Didn't Learn Her Lesson]]
#[[Alyssa Follows Her Directives]]
#[[Sorority Coup d'Etat]]
#[[Valentina Messes with her Tech]]
#[[April Showers]]
#[[Vacations in Switzerland]]

==X==
===[[Stories/XandiMouse|XandiMouse]]===
#[[The One]]

===[[Stories/Xavier Cecil|Xavier Cecil]]===
#[[Gecko of the Moment]]

===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===
#[[Synthgirls teaser]]
#[[Synthgirls]]
#[[The Hunted]]

==Y==

==Z==
===[[Stories/zapped!|zapped!]]===
#[[Girls Under Glass]]

===[[Stories/Zor|Zor]]===
#[[Darwin Accelerated]]

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=Collaborative efforts=
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===[[Follow your own plot]]===
*[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]
*[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]
*[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]
*[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]
*[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]
*[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]
*[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]
*[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]
*[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]
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===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===
#[[Create-A-Story 1]]
#[[Create-A-Story 2]]
#[[Create-A-Story 3]]
|
===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===
*[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]
#[[The Makeover]]
#[[After The Makeover]]
#[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]
#[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]
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