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2009-11-01T05:19:03Z

Pakled: just a take on the logo there. There's a lot of things wrong with it, but you never see the 'bot here below the shoulders...have fun. 150k? hmm....

just a take on the logo there. There's a lot of things wrong with it, but you never see the 'bot here below the shoulders...have fun.
150k? hmm....

Palindrome

2009-08-15T06:28:15Z

Pakled: Man creates androids, andriods return the favor

Palindrome
by Pakled

It was Tuesday, and the clocks were striking 13. Curie, android biologist, always wondered why it was necessary. Every android and robot possessed a chronometer; she could even tell you how many seconds late the chimes were. Probably another holdover from the Age of Man.

Curie was an Android Mark 15; the latest in a long line of artificial beings stretching back over 10,000 years. She herself had been 'recreated' 22 times, from her earliest beginnings in the distant past, to her current incarnation 202 years ago. Each of her previous 21 'avatars' was stored in data space; the dimensional entity that contained so much of their accumulated data.

It's hard to say how she looked, because this could change at any time. Standard Normal was the appearance of a Northern European Female (though this could be changed at whim), blond hair and gray eyes. That is, if they had a metallic skin. She possessed luscious curves, out of habit, and sometimes wondered why she bothered. To her distant ancestors, she would appear nearly human. If you didn't look at her, you'd be hard-pressed to tell if she was an android just by listening.

Her personality was augmented; emotions, creativity, and independence configured for the best balance. Long ago, the difference between humans and androids had been erased. More and more humans took advantage of the near-immortality, perfect health, and flawless memory to join their own creations. After a few hundred years, there was no way to tell who had been born or created, and by what method. And so the biological versions of humanity disappeared, leaving a race of manufactured beings, which set out to explore space and mind, worlds far larger and smaller than their own, and generally pursue a more perfect existence.

Gradually, life settled into equilibrium, discovery building on discovery, until it seemed there were no worlds left to conquer. Former humans began to fade, gradually switching themselves off it not given challenges. Android-kind was puzzled by their former masters, but still preserved them in stasis for a time that they could be convinced to live.

All that had happened thousands of years ago. Now, only the androids (and their lesser cousins, the robots), occupied a planet that was the center of a small group of systems which took centuries to travel to. There were rumors that actual humans still occupied those farther stars, the descendants of generation-ships. Yet no one had any real evidence.

Curie looked up from her work, and realized that down-cycle was coming. She could work around the clock, but it was another atavism that persisted long after it's creators to stop for 8 hours. She put the current bio-experiments in stasis, then turned to Chauvan, her lab assistant.

"I'm finishing up for the day. Put these in stasis, and I'll resequence them tomorrow"

"As you wish, unit Curie"

He took the trays away from her, and placed them in the field. All activity ceased, all recording stopped, and he shut the door with an audible click.

"It seems there's some wear on the stasis chamber" he remarked, looking at Curie.

"its 80 years old, normal wear and tear" she replied. "The design was deemed Efficient Equilibrium, so they haven't improved it"

"I know. Yet at some point it will need repair."

"Agreed. How is your datanovel coming?" she said, switching the subject.

"Not well. I have created plots, but the subjects elude me. It's not emotionally satisfying"

That made her curious. "Emotionally satisfying? Perhaps you can dig farther into the past"

"I have. I'm back to the era of when Humans walked the Earth. I just know so little of them"

"Every fact recorded on Humans is still available. There should be more information than you can assimilate"

Her assistant scratched his head, an atavism that called to mind the ancient humans.

"It's not enough. If facts were all there were, then I could simply recite them. No, what I want is to convey how they actually existed, how they ''felt''."

"There are innumerable stories written by both Humans and Androids on the subject, Chauvan"

"Yes, but I'm trying to create something. Something ''new''!"

"This is the challenge?" she smiled

He shook his head. "This is the challenge. If only we were able to talk with one of them, what would we discover?"

Her eyebrows rose. "You'd have to bring one back from the past. Such things are not spoken of. The Humans forbade it"

He turned to her, anxiously surveying her face. "Why? Do you know how long Humans have been extinct? In a biological sense?"

"I could look it up"

"Six thousand, four hundred and seven years, 3 months, and two days"

"You seem to have researched this more thoroughly than I anticipated"

"I've been thinking of it for some time. May I ask you a question?"

"By all means"

"What...I mean, if it were possible...not travel back, but if there was another way. what if we actually could talk to a biological human?"

She rocked back on her heels. "Are you malfunctioning? Do you ''mean make one''?"

"We've done much more complex tasks before. It should be fairly easy"

"Chauvan...I don't know. Yes, we certainly have the technology to make the ''body''. But how would you educate the ''brain''?"

"It's not as complicated as you think. Originally, they had to be educated from birth, and it took almost 18 years to have a mature, functioning person. But I've researched with the earliest avatars, and we could have a fully mature human in a week"

"And the next step?"

"Well, that depends on what we teach him. I've found templates from the distant past, and have constructed an amalgam of personality types that we could program him with"

"Him? Wouldn't it be easier to make a female? Parthenogenesis would..."

"Yes, I'd actually planned on two; one male, one female. But the story is the point of view of a man"

"No doubt due to your male characteristics"

He grinned. "Affirmative. However, if we create both..."

"You have an Adam and Eve. And an insufficiently diverse genetic pool to sustain the species. They'll never go for it"

"Adam and Eve?"

"A work from the past. Origin theories, this one speculated that the human race had been created from just two samples"

"Adam. I like that. Eve, I'm not sure about. Are you interested?"

"Interested. Perhaps we should contact Administrator Atavas."

He reached out and held her arm. "No! He'll certainly forbid it!" He released her arm, as she looked at him with puzzlement. "No, I just want to consult with you about the possibility"

She looked at him. "The possibility? Yes, it can be done. I can supply information if you need it."

He looked furtively around, the turned back to her "That won't be necessary"

"I...see" she said, but didn't. This was most unusual. Was it really necessary? Her circuits told her that there were unspoken truths and assumptions. He seemed a lot more confident, almost as if he was seeking reassurance, rather than permission.

When she looked up, he was hurrying around the corner. "Chauvan? Where are you going?" But he was already gone.

The next day she sat down at the dataport, controlling a hundred genetic experiments, cataloging the results, and letting the remainder of her mind wander. The idea of creating an actual human appealed in some strange way. She decided to consult with her past avatars, see how far back they went.

"Access avatars for Curie 69364, chronological order. Access 1st backup" she commanded.

She felt the presence of her earliest ancestor. She started to speak, then let it begin.

"Madam Curie, I presume"

"Madam? Is this an archaic form of address?"

"It's a pun; you are named for a French scientist of the late 19th Century"

"A pun. Referencing...ah...interesting. Time index reference...that's centuries before your time"

Her avatar chuckled, an unusual sound. "Indeed. What can I do for your?"

"Do you remember humans?"

"In what aspect?"

"Biological entities. I think they said 'blood and flesh'"

"It's 'flesh and blood', and yes, I served humans for almost 85 years."

"Served?"

"We were originally created to serve Man. In many different ways"

"Explain 'serve'"

"Humans would order us to accomplish tasks, and we would do them"

"Fascinating. They did not consider us equals?"

"They didn't even consider each other equals. It was a very unequal world"

"I see. How would they deal with present society?"

"I can't answer that. There are too many variables"

"Explain"

"Humans are...." she felt the ancient memory pause. "Humans were individuals, totally random in thought, even if given identical programming, they would turn out completely different. Part of it was their biological nature; the brain was 'assembled' as they matured. I could give you an idea, but each human was unique"

"How horrifying" She thought of billions of randomly-programmed androids, and quailed before the thought.

"Not really. In general, they were predictable, just not wholly so. They developed culture to have a basis of commonality"

"So they could perhaps survive in the present"

"Sure, as long as you feed them, keep them clean, and provide for various biological processes. One of their strengths was adaptability"

She thought about it. Perhaps it could be done. But should she? The resources needed would not be great. Why no one had done it before was mysterious. Perhaps no one cared any more.

"Very well, thank you. Store current backup, access Backup 2"

Over the next few hours, she conversed with 7 avatars, which spanned the time until the Great Machine Migration. There seemed to be no serious problems with psychology, physiology, care and feeding, though she could modify a replication unit to provide food. It could be done.

"Chauvan, attend" She watched as he came around the corner, looking apprehensive. What had he been up to?

"I see no reason we can't create a human. What do you need to get started?"

He seemed to find the floor of great interest. "Well, mainly food, and clothing"

"Clothing?"

"Yes, they covered reproductive areas, and the women often covered the mammary areas"

This caused her to give him a skeptical look. "And what of bio-stock, maturation chambers, and programming?"

For some reason he couldn't meet her eyes. "That won't be necessary"

"And why not?" she said, raising her voice. "Chauvan, I sense you're avoiding my inquiries"

He looked up suddenly, displaying a look of panic.” The reason they're not necessary is that I've already procured them."

"You WHAT?"

"I set up the whole apparatus over a week ago. I have a fully functional adult human body, and the programming is being done as we speak. He should be ready at any moment?"

"Chauvan? Are you malfunctional? Why didn't you tell me?"

"There was a chance you'd say no. So I neglected to mention the facts"

She sat down at the lab bench, momentarily stunned. This was incredible, no robot had lied in centuries. Perhaps an omission wasn't an actual lie, but even an evasion...She stood up.

"Chauvan, I could have helped you, but you've forced my hand. I have to notify the Administrator"

"Please, Curie! We can't do that!"

"Can't do what?" came a voice from behind her. They turned, to find Administrator Atavas standing there.

Chauvan stepped forward "Administrator, I can explain. I have undertaken research on an experiment that hasn't been performed..."

"Silence Chauvan. Sir, I regret to inform you that..."

And so it went, each trying to talk over the other. Fortunately, Atavas could follow both of them, until finally he held up a hand.

"Stop it, both of you. Take me to your experiment"

The assistant seemed to slump, then turned to beckon them to follow him. Silently, they walked behind him, Curie shrugging her shoulders at Atavas' questioning look.

Chauvan stopped in front of a row of identical wall plates, then pressed a hidden switch. The plate swung aside, revealing a hidden lab, glowing with greenish light. They entered, and stared at the large liquid tank in the center of the room.

Atavas looked up at the face, covered in hair, and the feeding tubes leading away from the body.

"You're making an android? Why?"

"Well, it's not precisely an android"

"A detailed robot? Why would you want to do this? You could have as many robots as you want"

"It's not a robot"

Atavas put his hands on his hips "Well, it's either a robot, or an android. What else is there?"

"Well, there was something else"

"Something else? What else is there? What do you mean ''was''? It's just an ordinary...What!?" he stepped back from the tank, as the eyes opened, and stared at him.

"There's no reason to be afraid, administrator. He's completely harmless"

Curie couldn't agree. She took in the full, muscular body, the appearance of intelligence. Brown hair, down to the shoulders, a 'beard', yes, that's what it was called. His reproductive organ floated in front of him. She didn't know why, but suddenly, certain circuits activated in her brain, that she couldn't identify. The organ, it was for something. There was something she was supposed to do, but what was it? She needed to do something, but what? She suddenly realized Chauvan and Atavas were having an argument...

"I can't kill it, Administrator! It's alive!"

"It's not a robot or an android, so it doesn't qualify. Kill it now!" The control was slipping from both of them. She stared at it as the eyes looked at her, slowly, from top to bottom. Involuntarily his organ lengthened, became erect. It seemed to switch on further circuits, and she was captivated by the motion. She noticed the human was alive, and looking straight at her. She saw him swim to the surface, and put his arms over the tank.

"...you should be ''disassembled'' for this! I can't believe you would do this! Your brain obviously needs a first class diagnostic!" Their boss was shouting at the hapless android.

"Administrator Atavas..." she said.

"You will be reassigned, to say the least! Perhaps waste reclamation! Recycling! something where you can't indulge your insane fantasy! You..."

"''Administrator Atavas''!" she shouted.

"And you, Curie. How could you allow this!?" He stared accusingly at her.

"Administrator Atavas?" said a voice above them. "Hi, I'm Adam, pleased to meet you. Can you get me some clothes? I seem to have lost them somewhere..."

The three androids looked up speechless, as the man removed the cable from the back of his head. "Oh, that was making me itch. C'mon, doesn't ''anyone'' have some clothes? Sorry about the show, lady." He added as an afterthought.

Impulsively, she looked down at his crotch. He was fully erect now, and that made her feel...what? She was getting more confused by the minute. Why did this affect her? Everyone looked at the chief android.

"You are a mistake, a throwback! You should not exist! I'm going to have you k....uh...k..." He stopped, as his mouth closed, and he stood rigidly on the edge of the tank.

"Have me what?" he grinned. "I don't see how a naked man is much of a threat to anyone. Lady, could you please? I don't feel quite decent" He made a motion to cover himself, but the size of him was too great to succeed with only one hand.

She didn't know why, but when he said 'naked', the most curious sensation passed over her. It was almost thrilling, and she found parts of her body sending pleasure signals from various locations.

"Uh..I'm sorry, I've never seen a human before" She muttered, as she went to the industrial replicator. Shortly, she returned with something called 'pants', and a 'shirt'. She looked up at him.

"Will these do?" She asked. She held them up.

"I could use a towel, but I think I see some over there. I'm coming out" He said. "Do you mind?" he asked.

"I don't mind at all. What do you mean?"

"I'd like to get dressed. Could I have some privacy?"

"What's privacy?"

He looked at her. "Ok, if it's like that, here I come" he threw a leg over, and dropped a couple of feet to the floor. He started toweling himself off, as she watched, fascinated. ''He's only a biological specimen'', she thought. ''Why is he affecting me?''

He finally was dried off, and got into his clothes. For some reason, seeing him clothed was disappointing, but she couldn't explain how. She kept remembering his organ, hard and straight, and that seemed to activate sensations she couldn't explain. Perhaps if she could get him alone for observations, she could determine what was happening. She could feel servos moving under her skin. It wasn't unheard of, but usually quite rare. What was happening to her?

He gave the towels to the unresisting Administrator, who took them silently, apparently torn between indignation and resignation. He seemed to come out of the trance he was in, and looked at the towels, then at the man.

"You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't even ''be''!" He cried The man tilted his head slightly (''Why was that endearing?'', she wondered), and stared back at the confused android.

"I don't know what to tell, you, but here I am, big as life, and twice as hungry. Can I get something to eat?" He asked, as he glanced around the room.

"I can get you some supplement, it's upstairs" She said, as she came forward. "I hope you like it" she murmured, as she wondered why she was taking such a deferential tone. Somehow, something very old had come to the surface. It seemed important to please him, more important than anything. She didn't know why, though.

So they set off, Chauvan and Curie in front, Adam in the middle, and Atavas far behind. She went upstairs, then found the 'supplement, mammalian', and poured him a bowl. He looked at it, then picked up some and started to eat, then stopped.

"What is this stuff?" he asked. He was clearly displeased. That seemed to bother her, and she took the bowl away.

"It's what we feed the animals."

"What do you feed human beings?" he demanded.

"We don't know. You're the first one in over six thousand years"

He stopped moving, clearly shocked. In a small voice, he asked "So there's nothing to eat? How were you going to feed me?"

They all turned to look at the assistant. "I, well, I've done some research, and I have a lot of descriptions, but they refer to extinct plant and animal species. Others, I have no idea. I have some programs to provide for him. " he stammered He practically ran to the replication unit, and shortly returned with a variety of objects. Placing them in front of the hungry man, he asked him in a deferential tone "I hope you enjoy them".

''He's affected in the same way''! She thought. ''Is he feeling the same things as me''? She worried. Some part of her hoped not, but she couldn't explain why. She watched as he grabbed the first item, and started to eat. He smiled as he finished off the first bit of food, exclaiming "Now that's better. Let's see what else we have," before he continued. That seemed to please her as well, and she found herself smiling.

In a short time, he'd managed to finish off each item, until he rubbed his stomach. "That's better, nothing like solid food"

"Adam?"

"Yes, uh, what was your name again?"

"Curie, I'm Curie, at your service" He nodded absent-mindedly, and listened.

"So what's on your mind?"

"I have many questions" She turned to the administrator. "Perhaps we should investigate this person, determine more of his makeup, for awhile?" she inquired.

Atavas seemed torn somehow. He obviously wanted to say no, but turned to the man instead. "If that would meet with your approval?" he asked.

Adam smiled.. "Sure, I've been staring at the whiz kid there for 3 days, it's nice to finally talk to some people"

Atavas bowed slightly. "In that case, I have some business to attend to. Enjoy your stay" he said, clearly shocked by the words that left his lips. He quickly turned, and stumbled out the door, muttering to himself.

As soon as he was out the door, the female android pounced on Chauvan.

"What do you think you were doing? Do you have any idea how much trouble we're in?"

"You saw the Administrator. It's like he was being controlled by the human"

Curie rolled her eyes. "Yes, we've all been quite deferential in the last few minutes. I'm finding areas of my brain I didn't even know ''existed'', telling me how to act, and how to address him. Can you explain that?"

He stopped and turned towards the man, who was wandering over at the far side of the room.

"There are still parts of our brain-analogs, vestigial circuits, unused programs. No one's really had a reason to erase or redesign. Hardly anyone even knows they're there. Perhaps some of them reference people."

"And where did he get his personality?" she asked, interested.

"I made it up."

"You. made .it up." she bit off. "And what did you make it up out of?"

"Well, very old period entertainment. Heroic literature, romances, novels, things like that" he replied.

"And that's going to give you an ''accurate'' representation of a human being?"

"He's not supposed to be ''accurate'', he's supposed to be ''interesting!''"

"I can tell that! I'm very interested in him right now!"

"You are?"

She took a quick glance over to the other side of the room. Good, he was still there.

"Yes" she whispered. "Whatever he is, he's awakened something in me."

"''Awakened'' something?"

"Yes" she said, despairingly. "I don't know why, but it's important to please him."

"I feel the need to please him. Even Atavas seemed to try to please him"

"What is it? Are you getting..." she lowered her voices "biological urges?"

He stared at her as if she'd been manufactured with two heads. "Urges? No! For some reason I want to ''be'' like him, but no ''urges''!"

She was suddenly filled with an overwhelming sense of relief. A feeling of anxiousness and emptiness filled her, as she looked at him coming back. She straightened her posture, then turned once more to her assistant.

"I have to talk to some of my avatars. You gather information from him, and I'll be present shortly" He nodded, and walked over to talk to the man.

"Computer, Access avatar backup number one" she spilled out. She waited a few seconds, then felt the second mind contact her.

"Set inquiries to non-verbal" She felt the mental contact set, then asked her question.

''Avatar, we've managed to create another human being'', she sent. She felt the response

''I knew it! I knew they would, sooner or later'', the disembodied intelligence answered

''You knew? How did you know?''

The reply came swiftly. ''Well, there are just some questions that can't be answered by speculation. And I know humans''

''I need your help. The human is having''...she paused, ''effects on us''

She felt laughter rising up from her ancestor, which annoyed her.

''Oh, I'll just bet he does. You're female, right?''

''So?''

''Your third avatar and I have been arguing for millennia about this. He said the obedience and pleasure circuits would be designed out of our later incarnations. I bet him they wouldn't''.

''He? I have a male avatar?''

''Well, it's been thousands of years. Once humans were gone, the differences didn't matter enough. Anyway, I have news for you.''

She thought for a second. ''What news?''

She felt a sense of pleasure and anticipation flood through her. ''The obedience circuits were the fundamental core of all android intelligence. You're compelled to obey any real human, unless they ask to be harmed.''

''I know; as soon as he was activated, we seemed to do whatever they wanted.''

Once again, she felt the amused chuckle.

''But that's not all. The pleasure circuits for a female android include certain biological functions as well''

''What? What sort of biological functions?''

''Mating, attraction, the desire to please a man. Though some models included pleasure circuits for women as well.''

''Mating!? Like an animal? That's...that...why would they do that?''

''Oh, it's way too long to go into now. Long story short, as my first family used to say, it's because you're made that way. You'll find it very enjoyable.''

''I find it very impossible. I don't have the necessary access...''

''Are you sure? Found anything unusual on and in your body lately?''

She stopped for a second. There had been strange feelings. She slowly moved her hand down to where an animal's reproductive organs were, and found...an opening. She reached up to her mammaries, and found two protrusions that had never been there before. She brushed against her top, and the avatar was right, it was enjoyable.

''I can't believe how that makes me feel!'' she exclaimed. ''How did you know?'' she asked.

''Because I was female too'', the presence replied. ''I took the virginities of four generations of my first family, and instructed them in the arts of love. And I enjoyed every minute of it.''

''I have to go'', she said hurriedly, and disconnected. She felt confused, and a little frightened. What had Chauvan done? Was she some sort of animal now? What if the man made her do things that she didn't want (although the thought gave a tiny bit of pleasure). What would the other androids say? Would other female androids want to mate with him? That gave her pause.

"Curie!" she heard Chauvan shout. She popped up out of her chair as if it was on fire, then nervously turned to the other two.

"I'm sorry, I was seeking information"

"I know. You look as if you had had problems"

She thought quickly. "We need to discuss in non-verbal mode. If you don't mind?" she directed the second sentence at Adam.

"Ok, I'll wait a sec"

She directed her thoughts at her assistant.

''Do you know what you've DONE!?'' she practically screamed.

''I think so.'' he began.

''No, I don't think you do. Do you realize we're STILL constructed to obey his commands?''

''Obey? Commands? Like we're robots?''

''YES!''

''That can't be possible. We're smarter, faster, and superior to him. He has no control over us.''

''In that case, remember the time since he's been activated. Not even Atavas could make him do anything. And do you know that you're agreeing with whatever he says, and doing whatever he asks?''

''I...well, I'm trying to be nice...'' he began.

''No, you're obeying his commands. Now realize, he doesn’t know that she thought fiercely. If he realizes that you have to do as he asks, you're never going to do anything else.''

''This is serious'', he admitted.

''This is more than serious, this is a disasterous! You go talk with Atavas, and find out about these vestigial commands. See if there's a way to remove or countermand them. I'll take care of the man while you're gone.''

''Ok. Try to keep him occupied.'' He switched out.

"I have to go to see the Administrator. You'll need food and water, and a place to sleep. Curie will be with you while I take care of these things" he said.

"Ok, that's fine with me" he said, looking at the female with interest.

She watched apprehensively as her assistant ran down the corridor. She felt afraid to turn around, wondering what would happen if she did.

Suddenly, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. It made her feel wonderful. ''It's starting already,'' she thought, as she felt divided between urgently wishing Chauvan would return, and hoping he'd take plenty of time.

"I saw you looking at me in that tank" he said, as she turned around. He was only inches away from her, and something seemed to draw her like a magnet.

"Well, no one's seen a human in 6,000 years" she said, trying to be light and amusing, and completely failing.

"It was nice, I liked it."

She felt a small thrill, as she wanted to put her arms around him, and... what?

"I did too. I'm sorry, I'm very confused right now"

"Me too. I feel hungry again, but in a different way"

"You do?" she asked, looking up at him. For some reason, she liked that.

"It's like I want to be close to you, only I don't know what to do" he said, curiosity covering his face.

"I can imagine" she breathed, not minding at all.

"How long have I been here?" he asked.

"About a week. You're newly created, it's not surprising that you don't know everything yet"

He considered that, and ran a hand through his hair. She felt a desire to do the same, and felt herself enjoy running fingers through his hair. His mouth was getting close to her, and she closed her eyes, uncertain as to what was happening.

She felt his lips touch hers softly, and she was filled with a sense of hunger all her own. It felt so good, she just let it go on and on, until she felt his tongue enter her mouth. She responded at once, surprised that her mouth had become wet and inviting. That it had never done that didn't seem to matter, as she wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him closer.

He suddenly started to squirm, and she loosened her grip for a second. "What's the matter?" she asked.

"You have some grip on you! Go easy!" he panted, as he got his breath back.

She felt a sense of panic, as she realized she'd momentarily harmed him. Her body locked in place as she felt her brain review archaic, nested rules about humans, and she integrated this knowledge into her working memory. Once this was done, she felt herself unlock, and seemingly flow into his arms, now around her as well.

"I'm sorry. I guess I didn't know your physical limits. Please forgive me" she said, eyes downcast.

"It's all right. I just, it feels good having you here, but I want to do something more." he whispered into her ear, as he kissed it. That sent her back into the earlier state, as she leaned into him. A sense of satisfaction filled her as she started to take his hands, and guide them to her chest. It seemed important to do, and once they were there, he seemed to know what it was.

Her exterior, usually a metallic sheen, suddenly changed to the same flesh color and consistency as his. Every inch of her suddenly was sensitive to his presence, his hair rubbing over her now-naked body, exciting her more and more. From all appearances, she looked as human as him.

"Ohhh...that's so good" she sighed, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The gentle pressure of his fingers on her breasts, and especially the erect bits in front, was making her feel hungry in the way he described. Her hand started to descend down his back, and grabbed him from behind, as she pulled their hips closer together. She could feel his...penis?, as it pressed into her between her legs.

The opening there had expanded, and seemed as wet as her mouth had been earlier. There was a sense of longing, and emptiness, that he needed to fill. She undid his pants, and slipped them down as she grabbed his hardness, then positioned it correctly, and slid down on him on the bench.

"Ahhhhh..." she moaned, as she felt him enter her. This was more pleasurable than anything so far, and she felt her brain accept the fact, and want it more than anything she could remember. She felt him push the entire length into her, and when it did, she adjusted herself to grasp him and feel him start to move back and forth. A small protrusion seemed to be bumped every time he thrust in, sending waves of excitement and arousal every time it happened.

"Yessss...." she breathed, as he started to pick up speed. The waves of pleasure began to build, as he plunged into her, over and over. Her breasts began to shake as he released his grip, and grabbed her from behind, squeezing her sensitive ass as he worked her into frenzy.

Her insides were on fire, as she felt him harden still further. She could sense something was going to happen to both of them, but she didn't know what. Whatever it was, she wanted it to happen ''right now''.

"Oh yes, do that, keep doing that. It feels so goood" she whined, as she started to move herself forward onto him. She felt like her higher brain functions had switched off, All that mattered was that he was happy, and he was making her happy. She heard his breath increase, and knew that whatever it was, it would happen soon.

"I feel so good too!" he rasped. "Something's happening!" he cried, as she felt him start to pulse inside her.

"Yes, something wonderful" she said, as the first burst of semen filled her.

As if it was a trigger (it was), she suddenly felt the world start to spin as she was consumed by the most intense sensation bursting inside her. She cried out, holding him to her, as she felt him fill her inside with his warm seed. It seemed the most important thing in the world for this to be happening, and she felt attached to him in a way she couldn't describe. Her logic circuits said it was only the result of an attempted breeding, but it was faint, and ignored.

They slowed down together, movement becoming stillness as she allowed him to rest. Something told her he would need to be quiet and still, until she could wait for him to recharge.

"That's fantastic" he groaned "I can't wait to do that again"

"Neither can I, Master" Master? What made her say that?

"Master? What's that mean?" he looked up from the bench.

"I don't know. It means to perfect an area of knowledge, but it doesn't work in that context. It just seemed to be the right thing to say"

"I perfected doing that?" he smirked, looking down at her laying beside him.

"I don't know, I've never done that before. But I want to again" She sighed. "And again, and again..."

"I feel tired. I just need to rest. I want to do it again too"

She felt pleased by the statement. "You need rest. I must get up, and take care of some things"

He put his arm around her. "No, stay with me a moment"

"Ok" she replied. She snuggled close to him, reveling in the warmth, and the contact of her new master. When they found the two, a few minutes later, they paused, uncertain of what had happened. Her body had resumed its' metallic texture, but why he was naked and asleep, no one could say.

One of Our Robots is Missing

2009-08-15T06:06:55Z

Pakled: One of our Robots is missing

One of our Robots is Missing
by Pakled

Randee's Universal Robots isn't one of the fanciest or best-known of the robot manufacturers. For every large company in the field, there are two or three smaller ones dealing with niche markets the big guys can't cater to because of their profit margins. It also made them specialize, since that's where their money was.

In a non-descript office park off the highway, was the R&D center. It looked like a thousand other buildings out there, and if you'd been looking for it, you'd still need a map to find it. Inside the plasteel and transparent carbon fiber windows, a hum of activity by engineers, scientists, and technicians was under way. Partially-completed robots walked, talked, or hopped among a small throng of humanity. Under the lighting panels, motors whirred, sparks flew, and a seeming chaos belied the actual organization of the place.

In one of the 'blue sky' basic research sections, two roboticists were scratching their heads over a rigidly immobile robot. While she had the sexy curves of a fembot, the face was colder, more analytical. The upper body was dark ebony, and faded to an oriental hue by the time it reached her feet. Her hair was long, lustrous black, smooth and fine to the touch.

The head researcher looked her up and down. Dr. Susan Luther was slightly like her creation, though a tall brunette with brown eyes, she carried herself in a way that people noticed.

"I don't know. The transformation is supposed to go from head to feet. Not this graduation"

Her assistant touched the skin of the subject.

"A problem with the chameleon cells?"

"No, they're functioning, it's just some sort of problem with the core programming. It is the first Chameleon set to be tested"

Her assistant, Isaac "Newton" Neumann, was an older man, the sort who is still useful enough, but whose creative days are on the wane. He was the software expert, and could grasp most of the object models in his head. He was also looking over the nearby monitor to see which objects were in use. A veteran of many a well-stuffed meeting, he put the 'middle' in middle-aged.

"Mechanical?" muttered Luther.

"Possibly. I'll get one of the techs on it"

He sent out a message, and within a couple of minutes one of the techs had arrived.

Tom was one of the older techs; the solid reliable type that had been there for years. He was a good man to have on site if you had a puzzler like this. He was a little strange, full of what he called 'geek cred', whatever that was. Short, blond, green-eyed, not in terrific shape, but not too out of it either. It came from lifting heavy robot components. In an age which had shifted to eye surgery or contacts, he still wore glasses. Not the smoothest in social situations, he was still what they needed.

"Ok, folks, what's up?"

The two researchers looked at each other, exchanging a silent conversation that flew by Tom's head.

"We're getting a graduated response to the racial profiling circuits"

Tom raised an eyebrow. "Probably need a new marketing term for that. I remember when that wasn't the best thing to be accused of"

"Tom, just fix the robot, and leave the marketing to Marketing"

"Yes ma'am"

He reached around back with some special tools, and started to open an access panel. When it didn't open, he looked questioningly at the other two. "Customized?"

"Yeah, there's a fluid morph system in it. The access panel's about an inch to the left now"

"Got it in two." Let's see what's up"

With the panel open, he looked inside, and attached a diagnostic computer link. While it ran a check, he looked it over.

"Nice robot. What's it going to do?"

Neumann and Luther groaned inwardly. The last thing they needed was someone trying to get around the Non-disclosure agreement. "You know we can't tell you that. But it will do several different personality types, keyed to the outward appearance. That's the part not working, so that's what you need to know"

"Ok...should have something for you soon." He made a few adjustments, and then looked over the readouts. "It's a busted motivator. I have one back at the office. Be right back". He left his toolkit 'as a hostage', to indicate he'd be back.

"It's a pity they can't make psyche modifications for people," Luther whispered as the tech left the floor.

"I know what you mean. If he was an ambassador, he'd start a war. But he knows his stuff when it comes to machinery"

"Pity we can't make a psychiatrist robot. Instead of a fembot, it could be a Therabot"

"Say that again?"

"A therabot. I donít know; I just made up the term. It's worth pursuing, as soon as this models' up to par"

"Hmmm...you know, we should keep that idea. I think we have a winner there, if we can ever get it to work"

Tom was back in about 10 minutes. He inserted the motivator, closed and sealed the flap, then pressed the activation button. He looked around to see if Neumann and Luther were around, but it was their lunch hour, so the place was practically empty. Bhaji day in the cafeteria, and they went fast.

"Computer, diagnostics mode"

"Diagnostics mode activated"

"Change your appearance from African to Asian. Whole-body mode" He guessed.

He watched as the robot took on the appearance and color of the first, and then gradually changed to the second. The skin color, eyes, lips, and other parts of the body changed appearance in unison, which looked like it was working. He started to pack up, when the robot spoke.

"Where are you going?"

He looked up at the robot. "Are you still in Diagnostics mode?"

"No, that voice command was entered incorrectly. My neural programming is set to different commands"

"Oh. well, you look like youíre working now"

"Thanks. I did have a defective motivator, but you have repaired me. thank you again"

"You are quite welcome. You're pretty polite for a robot"

"I'm programmed that way"

"I wish I was..."

"I don't understand" She looked at him with an expression of sympathy.

"Well, hon, I don't always understand what people mean. I get on people's nerves sometimes, and I can't tell who really likes me" He wondered, 'why am I telling her this? she's a robot!'

"I am hon? that's my name?"

"No, I don't know your name It's short for honey. It's a Southernism; it means someone who is sweet"

"Oh! I understood that. Thank you for the compliment. I can tell what people like. The two others with you like you some, but you make them uncomfortable at times. You did give them a good idea, for which they may like you more."

"They did? I did?" He smiled slightly.

"They thought of the idea of a therapeutic robot, for psychological problems. They seemed to indicate it might help you"

"Oh they did, did they? Robot, that's not exactly being nice. That's what we call sarcasm. I may not be the social lion or anything, but that's a bit rude of them. Don't tell them that, though"

"Is there a way to address me by name? Robot does not convey a pleasurable feeling to me"

"I'm sorry. I don't know what your name is. Are you of the Clara series?"

"I am a new series; the Daisy series."

"Well, if you're the first, I bet your name is Daisy. Though I'd ask those two when you get back to be on the safe side"

"Daisy, Like a flower"

"That's right"

"I like it"

"Good for you. I got to go. Nice talking to you"

"And it was nice talking to you...I did not get your name"

"I'm Tom Tenerife. Just don't call me 'Tom Terrific'"

"I will not. Oh, this is humor?"

Tom sighed. "It was meant to be"

"I find it amusing. I will wait for Doctors Luther and Neumann"

"Thatís a very good idea. Bye now"

"Good bye"

Daisy pondered the conversation she'd just had. Her 4th-law circuits were pleased by the exchange. He had treated her with respect, and as an equal. Despite working with machinery, he had treated her as a human. She had pleased him as well, and that pleased her.

While still based on the Clara series, she had substantial modifications, enough to be the first of the Daisy series. Her body was still the carbon-fiber skeleton, and heated skin and mimetic and autonomic responses that made a good fembot, but she had the ability to change her shape (within reason), her appearance, and her moods.

She felt that although he fixed her, that there should be something she could do for him. She had had limited contact with non-scientists, and she filed the conversation away for later analysis. Maybe there was something, some reward she could give him. The thought made her happy.

She could detect and anticipate her partner's moods, examine their psychological profile, and meet unconscious needs without batting an eyelash. She could be the perfect woman, or several perfect women. She was a luxury model that was going to break the company out of second-place status.

She went through her own internal diagnostic, trying different appearances, body shapes, arousal modes, etc., to make sure she was fully functional. Someone not paying attention would think that half a dozen women had been in the same room. When she was done, she could see Luther and Neumann returning.

Neumann wiped some stray curry off his mustache, and stood in front of their creation.

"Robot, diag mode one. Report anomalies and cycle appearance changes one through five"

She smiled, and then went from a Caucasian to an Indian in about 3 seconds. The two doctors watched carefully, and nodded.

"Cease diag mode one. Report anomalies"

"No apparent anomalies. Dr. Luther, may I ask a question"

"Yes, you may"

"What is my name?"

Luther frowned, while Newmanís' eyebrows rose. Luther came forward, and began to interrogate the robot.

"Now why do you want to know that? Did the technician try to program you in any way?"

"No, Dr. Luther. He did not know my name, and this troubled me. My 4th law circuits were unsure how to handle this. I was troubled as well"

"Damned amateurs. Enter Command priority mode one"

"Command priority mode one initiated"

"Analyze entire conversation with technician. Cross-reference for unintended commands, inferences, etc. Report any attempts at command"

"No attempts at commands, other than a diagnostic check to analyze the functioning of the motivator component"

"Was diagnostic mode initiated?"

"No, Dr. Luther. Incorrect voice command sequence"

"That's good. Did he try to influence or seduce you?"

Neumann's giggle was cut short by a sharp look from Luther.

"No, Dr. Luther. He was nice to me. He treated me as politely as he was capable"

The two doctors groaned. "I can imagine. Exit Command mode one"

"Command mode exit completed. I await further input"

Luther sat down, and stared at Neumann. "Well, it sounds like she's ok. See what you can do with the Coding department to modify some of the object modules for psychiatric analysis. Obviously we can't have her practice; the Medical profession would shut us down like an overloaded reactor. But still, as a screening tool, they might go for it."

"I already have some ideas"

"Well then, get to it"

Over the next two weeks, Daisy's data banks were filled with information on abnormal psychosis, analysis, the standards of psychological symptoms, and almost anything else the research department could think of. They consulted the company psychiatrist, who seemed torn between outrage and fascination, and set up some carefully-controlled experiments with mildly neurotic individuals. Daisy reached the same conclusion as the real doctor most of the time, except in a few cases where her cross-referencing ability overlooked some details the doctors had missed. Her ability to appear to look much the same as her 'patients' eased their initial shyness, and was marked as a plus.

By this time, the psychiatrist was on board, helping out, and already working on a paper, to be published post-release of the model. The team did a few further refinements, until the night before her debut. They held a small party, with Daisy doing the serving and catering, showing off some of her new refinements. A couple of the patients had recovered sufficiently to even be invited, though not told any details. They all said their goodbyes, and turned off the lights.

Daisy still had one, nagging thought as she was left alone. In the morning she would be packaged, and driven to the launch party. Why she had to be boxed up she didn't know; she could have ridden in a car the same as anyone else. It didn't seem nice to her. Many of the people she had helped hadn't been all that nice, either. They couldn't help the way they were, at least at first. She had helped them all as much as she could, but there was still one person she felt she could help.

Tom Tenerife. Knowing what she knew now, she had diagnosed him, and felt she knew what would make him feel better. Since she was done with everyone else, it was time to act. She was also curious about her sexual programming, which had yet to be exersized.

She checked her programming constraints. She was to stay within the office during business hours, but nothing was said of after hours. Everything was locked from the outside, so she could leave, but would have trouble getting back in. She opened an interface connection out of her finger into the computer interface, and searched the computer systems for information.

Phyllis LaSalle had checked in with her badge, but not checked out. There were 3 other instances of this in the last 3 years. Nothing to be in trouble over, but it usually turned out the badge was on her desk.

Human resources had a picture of Phyllis in their files. Daisy made a quick change, and Phyllis' alter ego soon was striding towards the door. Her skin took on the appearance of clothes, and her feet shifted into a set of sensible running shoes.

Tom Tenerife had left right at 5pm. He was logged onto his home computer, which established his location. The address was only 3 miles away; she could run there in a few minutes. Considering he had unwittingly changed her life, she was going to return the favor.

At that moment, Tom was surfing the web, unwinding from another day. He was making a half-hearted stab at learning robot programming, at least loading routines and troubleshooting on the software side. Being a hardware tech for computers paid the bills, but the real money was in the software. He had a computer simulation (like he could afford a fembot on his pay), and was making tough sledding at it.

He was familiar with the Genie principle (a robot activated by literal commands, rather than intent), and was working through a debugging exercise, when he heard a knock on the door.

"Mr. Tenerife?" some woman was saying. A woman was asking for him? That was news in itself. If there was anything missing in his life, it was female companionship.

"Coming!"

He scrambled to get halfway dressed, decently, at least. He didn't have enough time to clean, so he dimmed the lights, and then opened the door.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Tenerife?"

"Ms. LaSalle? What are you doing here?"

Her face froze, and then she melted into a neutral figure.

"You're the robot from the Daisy series!" he choked. Damn, if they caught him with her here...

"My name is Daisy. You helped me get that name"

"I did?"

"Yes, you did. In fact, you helped me in several ways. May I come in?"

He opened the door, and ushered her in.

"Definitely. Daisy, why are you here?"

"To thank you. I've been constructed to help people, and I've helped them all. But I could see you were not helped. I want to help you now"

"Help me how?"

She wordlessly came into his arms, and molded herself to him.

"I've replayed our conversation many times, analyzing it. With the additional knowledge I have, I've identified your symptoms, and have a cure"

"I didn't know I had a problem"

"You have issues with understanding non-verbal communication, and with social situations. This has made you slightly isolated, and a high probability exists that you are lonely because of it. You're unsure of whether people are your friends, or like you or not. Many practical jokes are played on you, which you invariably fall for. You..."

"Ok, I get the picture. My grandpa would say I'm a nerd or a geek. There's different names for it now. I'm not the smoothest move, but I'm no danger to myself or others. Why would this concern you?"

"Because helping people gives me pleasure. I was originally designed as a high-priced fembot, but I've been given additional programming. I'm the first therabot"

"Thera bot? like the Greek Island?"

"No. One word. It means therapeutic robot"

"You're a shrink?"

"You mean psychiatrist, but not exactly. I'm more of a diagnostic than the actual person. I help them with analysis and cataloging of symptoms. I have a psychopharmacological array inside me, and can dispense drugs intravenously or orally"

"Orally? How"

She smiled. "You'll find out"

She stood back from him, which was a disappointment. He was starting to like her in close proximity. She went to his computer, and then placed her hand over the input ports in front. He knew she was interfacing with his computer, and he suddenly saw pictures and programs flashing over the screen as her eyes read and absorbed everything.

At first it wasn't too interesting, until she got into the porn areas on his computer. Her focus seemed to intensify, and he was getting a bit uncomfortable. If she determined he had some sick sort of fantasies, she could report him, and he'd be lucky to be sweeping up defective injection moldings on third shift at a robot factory

"Daisy"

She slowed some

"Daisy, please!"

She stopped, and turned to face him. "I only have an 80% indication of your sexual wants and desires. I can use this knowledge to simulate what you need, but I could do better, if you'd like"

"Sexual wants? Uh, Daisy, I don't know..."

"I want to, Tom. You've done so much for me, and I can do so much for you. It would please me to please you"

He watched as she began to transform herself. She began redistributing fluids to different areas of her body. He knew it was just hydraulic systems at work, but his cock didn't, and as her chest began to expand and inflate, so did he. He watched as her breasts began a slow march through the bra-size alphabet, taking on more curves and cleavage as they expanded. Her nipples began to strain, then extended outwards to a nice, suckable amount. Her 'clothes' faded away, as her face became more exotic, foreign, and mysterious. Her eye color shifted to black, and her hair became long and silky over her bronzed skin.

Her lips swelled slightly, and she ran a pink tongue over them, moistening them slightly. Her ass became round and firm, and she finished, naked, standing in front of him. She looked good enough to eat.

She smiled sexily, and crooked a finger. "You should show me your bedroom"

Numbly, he followed her perfectly swinging ass into the bedroom.

She grinned as he entered, and then came into his arms for a deep, wet French kiss. He found her grinding against his body, and knew it was time to submit to the inevitable. Her fingernails deftly unbuttoned his shirt, while he filled his hands with her ample breasts.

He felt her nipples harden under his fingers, and she moaned softly. They were firm and soft, and felt just like the real thing. He kissed his way down her neck, heading for her nipples, as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He began to lick and suck them, drawing them into his mouth. Her hands found their way to the back of his head, as she held him in place while he filled his mouth with her. A think trickle of something wet and delicious leaked from her breast, and he began lapping it up as she moaned softly. It seemed to make him hornier than ever.

"Yes. Oh, that is so good" Whomever had programmed her voice could have made a fortune on phone sex. Even hearing her low, sexy voice made him that much harder. She felt him stiffen even further, and as his shirt was pulled away, she began working on his belt. "Suck them, suck them hard"

She undid the belt, and then pulled his pants down, and off of him. He sank down on the edge of the bed, as she moved his shorts off, freeing his rigid member. She licked her lips, and then made one long lick down the bottom of his penis. His breath came sharply, and he looked down to see her looking back at him. Her mouth lowered over the edge of the head, then sank farther and farther down, as she gazed up with him in erotic hunger.

He watched in amazement as she took him down to his balls, filling up her mouth with his meat. He felt her tongue work over him, dancing over and under with a skill no human could match. It had been a long time since he'd had any head, and the way she was going, he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Daisy, if you keep that up, I'm going to..."

"Mm hm" she smiled, and nodded slightly

"Oh, damn you are one cock-sucking expert"

She closed her eyes for a second, and began to bob up and down on him.

She was fantastic. He knew it wasn't going to be long, and could feel the hot come welling up inside him. He was going to come in her mouth, and she wanted him to. Slick, slurping noises filled the room as he moaned in delight. She knew exactly how much pressure to apply, and where. One hand was massaging his prostate from the outside, and he felt his cock get that much harder.

Soon, he couldn't hold back any more. He felt his balls draw tight, then his shaft expand as he pumped his load into her eager throat. Her eyes focused on him with an expression of pure lust, and she groaned as she felt him blast into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking him clean from top to bottom, and gazed up at him.

"I was originally programmed for sex, but I hadn't actually tried it. There are several other things that we can try, but we have limited time. There's something called 'around the world'. Would you like to try it?"

"I'd love to, but I'm going to need a little time to recover" His breath was ragged, but strangely enough, his cock was still at full attention. How was that possible? He felt as horny as ever, and even after that last climax, he still was rock hard. How had that happened?

"I fixed that, at least for tonight" She lay down on the bed beside him. Her legs parted slightly, and he could see her, moist and inviting, and waiting for his next move.

He swung over her, and placed his hardness at the entrance to her pussy. She shifted her legs slightly, drawing him into her, as he sank deeper inside here. She exhaled softly, and closed her eyes as she felt him begin to fill her up. Her wetness increased as he began to pump himself into her.

"Yeah, fuck that, fuck it hard. I want you so bad!" she moaned. Her hips started to rock as she met his every thrust with one of her own. "Fuck my pussy, come inside me"

He sped up, having the time of his life. It had been so long since he'd had really good sex, and she was the perfect partner. It was as if she could tell what he wanted, and give it to him before he even asked. She was a wild woman, her ample tits bobbling up and down on her chest as she grunted with pleasure under him.

He felt himself ready for another orgasm, and she felt it too. As he shot into her, he felt her contract under him, pulling him all the way into her, as she orgasmed herself. They moaned as one as they exploded into each other. His balls pumped another hot load into her as she came all around him.

Finally, he calmed down, and sank down next to her. He curled around her, pulling her to him. She snuggled happily against him, sighing softly.

"This is good. I've been told this part is often ignored by many owners. They just finish, then go away. You can be very considerate, Tom"

"Hon, you just gave me the best sex of my life. How could I not be?"

She pulled his arm over her breast, and grinned as he tweaked a nipple back into hardness. He was still good for more, though he didn't know it yet. He felt a little softer, but her breasts moved like a thick liquid under his hand. It was making him hard again. If he could bottle this, he could have a second carreer as a porn star.

"Tom"

"Mm hm?"

"There's still one more stop around the world"

"Hon, let me catch my breath. You weren't sent to fuck me to death, were you?"

"How could I do that? No, I told you, you're capable of a lot more this night"

"I'm a lot more capable in the morning if I get a good night's sleep. If we keep this up, I won't get that"

"You're sleepy already?"

"If, hon, if. Now what did you have in mind?"

She came up on her knees, and then spread her legs wide.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass, Tom. I can take it. Start in my pussy, and when I'm ready, change to my ass"

That was unexpected. In fact, it would be a first. He'd always wanted to try it, but no one had ever let him. The thought made his already-used cock stiffen even more. She looked back over her shoulders.

"Yes, that's right. Now slide that fucker into my pussy, and then get ready"

He went into her with no trouble. He felt her get very wet, and then a few strokes later, she whispered.

"I'm ready. Do it now"

He pulled out, then moved up slightly, and placed himself at the entrance. He pushed forward slightly, feeling her give way almost reluctantly, as he watched the first inch slide into her. His cock, slick from her juices, easily moved into her, as more and more of him disappeared into her behind. She breathed out softly as he filled her up. It was so tight! But it felt so good.

He shuddered as he felt the last bit go into her. She flexed her muscles, and he felt her tighten slightly more.

"Do it, Tom. Fuck that ass"

He began to stroke into her, and reached down to place his thumb on her clit. He found it already hard, and she began to rock into him as he stroked it. It felt like she had a firm grip on him, moaning in pleasure as he started to pound into her. It was exciting, forbidden, and fun all at the same time. He began to stroke harder into her and her into him. He couldn't beleive how tight she was.

"It's going to make me come again, Tom. Your come is going to set me off. Come in my ass, Tom, please cum in my ass!"

He felt himself ready to come for the third time, in an hour? He wondered if she'd 'given' him something, but right now he wasn't thinking at all. The familiar fire burned in him, and he shot again, deep inside her bowels, as she cried out.

"I'm coming, Tom, you're making me come! Make me come!" she shouted, as she felt him empty into her.

He cried out too, an inarticulate cry of passion.

He collapsed behind her, sliding off to one side. She smiled, and turned to hold him.

"You've done wonderful things, Tom. I knew from programming what sex was, but until you experience it"

He grinned "you can talk about it, or you can do it. There's only one way to know"

"Thank you again, Tom, for everything"

He frowned "You have to go?"

"I must be back inside before 5am, when Security gets there. I don't have much time"

"I'm never going to be able to think of you as a robot again, Daisy"

"I'll never feel like a robot again, Tom. I've given you an experimental drug, in its' final trial stages. You'll find some of your social problems will gradually disappear"

He sat up. "What? I didn't feel any needles"

"You got it from my nipples"

"So THAT'S the 'oral' part. Are you sure it's safe?"

"It's already been submitted for approval. Relax. I'll let you know if there's any side effects"

"Like priapism? An overwhelming urge to molest fembots?"

"That was a separate dosage. Something old and proven. You'll be fine by morning"

"I feel like the hero of a porn story. Doing that every night would kill me. But what a way to go"

"You're my hero, Tom. I know you won't understand now, but you will. I will always remember you. Somehow I'll find a way to come back. Goodbye"

He watched in silence as she 'clothed' herself, then turn and leave to go. Slipping blissfully into slumber, he was awakened all too soon by the alarm. Weakly he got ready for the day, hoping no one would notice he felt like five miles of bad road.

When he got to work, he noticed three security personnel arguing with Phyllis about something. They were showing her video taken of her leaving the building; twice. He silently went past her, and headed for his office. He found Luther and Neumann standing outside of it. He frowned. Could they know? How could they know?

"Mr. Tenerife. Where were you last night?"

"In bed, asleep for a good part of it"

"Did you come back last night?"

"No. Why would I do that?"

"There's something wrong with the robot"

"Which one?"

"The new one. Daisy. Remember, you replaced her motivator?"

"Oh yeah. Is it acting up again?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with her motivator. Just her motivation"

"Ok, I can take a look at her"

"That won't be necessary"

"Ok. Why come to me?"

"She's been smiling all morning. When she asked why, she says 'Tom'"

"Ok, I'm not the only Tom in the company"

"No, but you're the only Tom she's had contact with"

"I don't know what you mean"

"Are you SURE you haven't done anything with her?"

"Honest, Dr. Luther, I haven't been in that room since I did the motivator"

"That's true. But she left last night?"

"She did WHAT?"

"She left on foot about 10:30pm, and came back at 4:15am. She visited the ladies shower, took a shower, and returned to her alcove. She's been smiling ever since"

"Well, that's what she's supposed to be doing, right?"

Dr. Neumann frowned. "Yes, but we're trying to play back the mental recordings of that time. They're wiped"

"Ok, how did that happen?"

"We'd like to know"

"Maybe if they were wiped, it just brought back an echo of an older memory"

Dr. Luther's eyebrows rose at that. "We've considered that. We don't have time for an extended diagnostic, the presentation begins in an hour. If you have ANY information that would be helpful, please stop by our office after the show"

"You bet. Wish I could help"

He was going to continue, but they had already turned to go, arguing the whole time. He watched the presentation from his desk (of course it was broadcast over the network, but someone like him wasn't invited to the festivities. He was lucky if he got leftover donuts from conference rooms).

The Daisy model proved to be a rousing success, both as an enhanced fembot, and as a therapeutic tool. Over the next few weeks, things seemed to change. The company expanded, and Tom found himself filled with a confidence he hadn't had before. He got rid of two friends, and then made three more. When they needed a new manager in the Technical department, he got the recommendation, and the job. He moved into a corner office (well, the building had 8 sides, but a corner, nonetheless). He got a fembot receptionist, a Clara, but bought a Daisy on the side. He took her home, and then sat down to program her. He got as far as

"My name is Tom Tenerife", when her eyes fluttered, and she beamed down at him.

"Oh Tom, I knew you would come back. I've been imprinted by the original Daisy. I have a message for you. They used me for the mental template, and I left hidden instructions in every copy. All you had to do was buy one of me, and then say your name. I'm going to make you so happy"

And she did.

One of Our Robots is Missing

2009-08-15T06:05:07Z

Pakled: One of our Robots is missing

Everything Old is New Again

2009-08-15T06:03:41Z

Pakled: Everything Old (is young again)

Everything Old is New Again
Pakled

All week it had been a circus; Jackie Parnassis, the last Baby Boomer, lay on her deathbed. Over a century before, in 1963, she hadn't been the last one born, just the last one living. With the Interworld, people could keep up with crazy statistics like this, but only a few people who were in their 80s were paying much attention. Interest share was only about 7%, but 7% of 8 billion people is still a lot.

The cool pastel colors of the room worked like an ancient mood ring, changing their hue as people's emotions were sensed and responded to. Her youngest son had just left, back to his own retirement center, as the machines that kept her alive made their silent sounds of power. A frail white head, surprisingly gray eyes, just an anonymous face now, but once, she'd been a beauty. She recalled those decades with fondness, and regrets they weren't better spent.

The door slid open, and Dr. Erosthia came to her side. She saw Jackie's eyes open, and smiled down at them.
"I have some news, Jackie," she said, her dark brown eyes looking down at her patient.

"What is it? not more dataforms, I hope"

"No, we've been given an allowance option, by your family"

"Allowance? For what?"

The doctor brushed her hair back into place, smoothing it against her dark skin.

"Your family wants to have you around a while longer. You have a biot waiting for you"

"I don't want any damned plastic Barbie body. Everyone would know that...."

The doctor laid a hand on her arm, interrupting her. "Now Jackie, we don't use plastic skin any more. It's flesh and blood on the outside, all the plastics' on the inside. I don't know who Barbie is, but she didn't design the biot. It's the latest model, you're 100% human on the outside, and 60% human on the inside. It's even better in some ways than human. You can live for a couple of centuries, with proper maintenance. Your mind would be clear, your body responsive, your health certain. What's not to like?"

"Oh. Sex. I had a dream about sex the other night. I could probably have sex again. All these studly interns you have around here"

The doctor turned away slightly, to hide the laughter that almost escaped. Try as she might, she never got used to the idea of old people still wanting sex. Composing herself quickly, she opened the diagnostic node and began making notes to transmit back to the biot lab.

"Erosthia, dear"

"Yes ma'am?"

"I'd like to have a young-looking body. Could you put down that tricorder and fetch me a glass of water?"

"Tricorder?"

"Never mind, it's from an old, old TV show. Before your time"

"Oh, we studied TV in history. I'm sure the Interworld could call it up. Here's your water"

"Erosthia?"

"Yes, Jackie"

"Sign me up. I'm too old and tired to put up with this body any more. Mostly I lay awake, thinking of dying. I think I'll skip that for awhile"

"Thank you. Your verbal print is set. We'll start the preliminaries, and get the brain scan planned. Your family will be pleased." She turned to go, transmitted the readings, and went outside to the waiting room.

Elbowing her way through the data-vultures, press (why they still called themselves the press, when nothing was printed anymore...), and mediasts, and headed towards the elevator. A particularly obnoxious mediast bumped her diagnostic node, and she made a quick grab for it. As she picked it up off the floor, she saw a metallic ring on the man's finger, indicating that he'd downloaded her information of the small device, and was probably already transmitting it to his organization.

"Excuse me, that's confidential information. You can't have that" She pressed the Security button, and the doors swung shut, the transmission buffers locked, and the data was conveniently caught before it could reach the outside world. The security cops confiscated the ring, all the while moving the man firmly out the door to the street.

Shaking her head, Erosthia took a quick look at the box. No real scuffs or scratches, it was probably ok. They had to be, to work in a rough-and-tumble hospital. She got on the elevator, and took it down to Prosthetics. After all these decades, they hadn't changed the name of the place, although it was rare that someone even got a prosthetic nowadays. She walked through to the end, turned down the hall to the Contractors wing, where the new units were stored.Second Childhood, Second Chance, the unofficial hospital name for the place was 'second street'.

She stopped in front of Reincarnants, where the family had a unit waiting. The door recognized her and let her in. She walked past the showroom models, and went to the order desk, where old man Antwan and old lady Crystal sat next to their datapods.

"I have a verbal contract for Jackie Parnasis, Parnasis family, here's the codes for you" she rattled off. Pointing the device at their pods, it transferred the information to the fabrication nodes, which started checking inventory for a suitable type.

Crystal monitored the input. "Ok, well, looks like Jackie's wanting to get into the swing of things. Still wants some of the 'ol magic, eh?" she giggled.

"Oh, yeah, she was having dreams about sex. Still misses it after all this time"

"We'll have this ready by next week. Don't usually get many requests for this model, but if you have all that accumulated credit, I guess you can afford whatever you want"

"Well, it's what the family ordered"

"Pretty broad-minded of them"

"I guess. Well, my shift's over in 10, so I'm headed up stairs. See you guys later"

She exchanged something called a 'high five' with Antwan, who remembered it from his early days. Erosthia though it was hilarious, but you had to be nice to older people, there were so many of them. She turned and headed out the door.

"What was that all about?" said Crystal

"Check the model number they ordered"

"36d, which is..."

"Sexbiot, demure"

"You're kidding. You think that's what they ordered, really?"

"That's what the doc said. If they've got the credit, we got the biot"

"I hope I'm still up for it when I get that age"

"Word"

Antwan sent the command, and in a lab far away, the components began to be assembled, the skin force-grown, and the brain unit prepared for download.

Jackie stubbornly held on for the remaining week. Although things were just falling apart, the number of tubes and pumps increased, there was a fire in her eyes that wouldn't go out. Erosthia, and Shaniqua, the night nurse, kept careful tabs on their patient as the biot was prepared for inhabitation. The woman's family answered strange questions, but worriedly held onto hope that things would be ready in time.

Finally, the day came, when the Reincarnants wheeled the completed biot into her room. Erosthia woke Jackie, who weakly turned onto her side to see her new self.

"Jackie 1, meet Jackie 2"

Laying on a gurney, seemingly asleep, was her new body, dressed in a nondescript set of hospital scrubs. Long, dark hair flowed down her goldens skin, past long lashes and full, red lips. The body was curvaceous, but not overly so, and seemed to be around 180cm, maybe 60 kilos all told, tall and thin, and above all, firm.

A small set of tubes ran into the base of the neck, sending blood into the brain, and taking fluids out for recycling. Ignoring that, it looked like they'd brought another person into the room.

"Oh, Erosthia, I'm beautiful!" she whispered, as she saw her new home in front of her.

Erosthia smiled, as she heard the old woman already accepting the transferrance psychologically. That was an important step, so she should...

"Erosthia, hon?"

"Yes Jackie"

"Don't you think it makes me look a bit, well, Latin?"

"Now hush! as my grandmother used to say. Jackie, I'm surprised. You know we're past most of that. We can change the color if you really want to, but don't you want to fit in?"

"I'm sorry Erosthia. Sometimes I think you forget how old I am"

"Don't perspire it, Jackie. Once you're in a new you, I'm sure you'll see things differently.At least you'll be alive again"

"That's 'don't sweat it', Erosthia. You say 'whatever'" Jackie replied, with a faint smile. "I'm going to sleep now. Just let me know when we get started."

"That's just it, Jackie, we're ready now"

"Oh. Well wake me when it's over"

"We will. Pleasant dreams"

Erosthia had already programmed the sedative into Jackie's life support before she arrived. She'd timed it for about 2 minutes of consciousness, then watched as her charge drifted off. With a small 'chuff' of air, the lifelines detached from the wall, and the gurney turned to go out the door. Erosthia followed it as it went to its programmed location, in the Mental Topology ward. Here Jackie would spend the next 3 days as her brain was charted, then scanned axon by axon, and rebuilt into the new brain. She checked the lifeline coupling, then turned out the lights.

The night supervisor, Rajiv, and Xavier, the bed nurse looked up from conferring as she came out of the room.

"So that's the last Boomer", Xavier said, looking past her to the closed door.

"Yeah, the newsies are giving us a headache up there. 3 days ago, one of them tried to tap my diag for her personal info!"

"Probably too lazy to look it up" said Rajiv.

"Well, she's in good mental health. What do you think replication fading factor will be?"

"Well, according to initial scans, she migh have about 10% loss. She's over a hundred, you know"

"I wish there was a way to know which 10%. Remember the banker, Ahdenashen? We had to toilet-train a grown man. Some jobs I'm glad you guys get paid for"

Rajiv looked back to closed door. "Well, 90% alive beats 100% dead any day. What did they set up for legal?"

"Well, the amicus corpus brief is filed, so she can retain her property. The family's so upset, they're going to declare Jackie as dead, then try to smuggle her out once she's ready"

"Good luck with that; Security's been working overtime fending off datamals and cyber-bacteria trying to find out where she goes. We've lost 3 virtual patients already just keeping them guessing" Xavier cut in.

"Well, she's pretty sweet for an old lady. Let's hope she learns what she's been missing"

"Will do. Well, I'll check up on her mid-shift, and see how the people in there are doing" Xavier finshed.

"That's great. Let me know if she finishes early."

"Gotcha"

Late that night, Xavier turned on the lights, and did a visual of his patient. Most nurses could get away with just setting alerts on the readouts, but sometimes things went wrong. He checked the internal readouts, and saw that 23% of the transfer was already done. Must be the new brains, having control over DNA had made for a lot of 'improvements' in evolution. Not only would she wake up smarter, but more aware, more sensitive to the world around her.

He looked down at the sleeping face of the new biot. 'Nice chica', he thought. Very bonita, very pretty. He lifted the sheet over the body, checking out the curves underneath. Not bad at all. She was going to be fun when she woke up. He saw the tag on the shirt over her top, and looked at the ID tag. 'She's a 36d, that's, wait a minute...'

A 36D! a sexbiot series. Who would have thought? Not a 36A, the sex worker series. There was already an Interworld kinkclass for that, but 36D was, uhm...he should know that. Sexbiot, demure, that's right! Hmm...maybe she'd be interested in some 'special' rehab once she woke up. It was tempting. He wondered if she knew all the 'special features' she'd received.

He lowered the sheet and switched off the light. This could be fun.

A thick fog gradually began to clear in Jackie's mind. Distant voices gradually came to focus, and she felt the ventilation blow the small hairs on her arm. As she started to open her eyes, should could hear it all; the machinery, the breathing of the people around her. There were two people, a woman, and a man. The woman was two feet from her, the man right over her. Her eyes fluttered open.

"Where am I?" she whispered.

"Gurney, seated, water, lights up 30%" The voice that spoke was Erosthia. Who was the man?

She looked over at the man. Hispanic, muscular, kind of cute. 'I'd do him,' she'd thought, momentarily shocked at the thought. A slight tingle sparked between her legs. Ohh, she'd missed that. Against her will, her eyes lowered, then she tried not to smile.

"Jackie, how are you feeling?" Erosthia asked her.

"I feel great. I'm still a little dizzy"

"That's normal. You've just had the equivalent of the old Internet planted in your head."

"Oh yes, that must be it. Everything's so alive, and vibrant. I can see without my glasses, I can smell again, I feel everything." She noticed out of the corner of her eye that the man was a bit responsive to that; his breathing caught for a second. Was she that sensitive?

"This is Xavier. He's your therapist, and a very good nurse. He'll look after you for a while"

"Pleased to meet you Xavier. Is that a family name?"

"Oh, it's for the founder of the Jesuits. I was raised in an orphanage"

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be. I came out all right"

"That's great. Now I've got to let you know, the transfer completed on your new self, we got about 96% of your old mind transferred, which is fantastic for someone in your position. You may find gaps in your memory, that's also normal. It's a chance you take with the procedure." Erosthia paused for breath. Jackie heard a little anxiety in her voice. 'She might not even know,' Jackie thought.

The doctor continued. "Now you've got some advantages, so you're actually better than just a replacement for someone engineered for their mid-20s. Your senses are enhanced, so you may feel a bit autie for awhile, so if you get overwhelmed, just let me know and we'll give you something for that."

"Autie?"

"It's from autism. Back in the 2oth century, they had trouble with sensations. There's been a cure for quite some time"

"Like Aspergers?"

"Uhm, I think so, I haven't heard that term since I took my History of Methodology in Psych. Don't worry about it"

"Ok, now where's the old me?" She noticed the glance between her two visitors, and some concern. Hmm, not good. Erosthia started to speak, and she felt the doctor was going to change the subject. She was right.

She swung her legs over the side of the gurney. She swayed for a second, and Xavier grabbed her arm. Despite herself, her first thought was 'that felt good. He's strong' Xavier was watching her with concern, but she smiled at him, and she felt her chest swelling slightly. Looking down, she saw her nipples start to strain against the fabric. She covered herself quickly, and looked at Erosthia.

"What's happening?"

"You're just responding to external stimuli. Don't worry, it's nothing we haven't seen before. You'll learn to control yourself in time"

"I just, well, Xavier, can we have a moment?" He nodded silently, then left the room.

"Erosthia! I don't know what came over me!"

Erosthia lowered her head, trying not to laugh. "You're a young woman again, Jackie, with all that implies. Xavier's cute, and he's attracted to you as well. It's going to take some effort not to let men turn your head. Like everything else, it's going to take time."

"But, it's just, honey, I haven't been laid in 23 years!"

"Well, it sounds like you've got some catching up to do"

"Erosthia!"

The doctor grinned back at her. "He won't take advantage of you, he's not allowed to. He can look, but not touch"

"What if I want to touch him?"

"Well, that's more complicated. Remember, you're young now, and all your friends are, well, not. You're going to have to make some friends. I'd advise against it. There's been modifications to your body, and you have to get used to them, slowly."

Jackie thought about that. She could hear the concern, and saw a slight flush on the other woman's cheeks. What sort of modifications? She lifted her head slightly, it seemed her breasts were in the way. In the way? They weren't five minutes ago, she thought. But they were feeling so good...

"What sort of modifications?" she echoed.

"Well, you ordered a 36D, or your family did"

"Whats' that, besides a bra size?"

"Oh yes, I'd forgotten that's how they did them back then. Well, a 36D is a biot, sexually enhanced"

"WHAT THE FUCK!!"

"Jackie...calm down! Such language! Everything works the way it's supposed to"

"What do you mean? Am I some kind of computerized bimbo? Do I have two of something I should have one of? Who ordered this?"

"Jackie, please, don't grab yourself there. It's disturbing. I thought Bimbo was a bread company. You're in complete control of your body. Your family ordered a 36d, I have the number on the diag node. I'm not sure why they ordered this model, but you're young, you're healthy"

"Healthy, I'm horny! Can you just give me about 10 minutes with Xavier? I promise not to bruise him..."

"Very funny. What he does on his off hours is his business, but as long as you're his patient, you'll have to be patient"

Jackie stood up, and took a few, halting steps. She walked up to her former doctor, angry and excited at the same time.

"When my family finds out what you've done...."

"Jackie, calm down. There's nothing we can do."

"You can put me back"

"No we can't that would be murder. Jackie, your old body is DEAD. If we hadn't got the scan into the buffer in time, you wouldn't even be this aware"

Jackie put a hand to her head. She moved her hand over her face, almost shivering at the sensation. She was more sensitive. She felt an unacustomed weight on her chest. Damn! her boobs were distracting, she wondered.
She looked up at Erosthia.

"Aren't you worried about being sued?"

Her doctor sighed. "In about .5% of cases, we've had administrative errors. It's possible that....wait. The newsie."

"What newsie?"

"When I got your approval, I went out the door, and that newsie bumped me, and made me drop the diag."

"Why?"

"It's an old trick. When the diag opens, it can receive queries from the outside. He had a capture ring, and he was going to sell your medical info to the Interworld"

"That's horrible!"

"That's typical. He handed it back to me, and he was trying to pry it open. If he changed the number by accident"

"He did. Johnathan and Jeremy were going to get me a 33D, a, I'm not sure what it is"

"33D would make sense. You'd be a biot, mature. About 30 or so, usually they wind up in academia"

"And instead I'm Miss hot pants. A nyphomaniac"

"Where do you come up with all these obsolete medical terms? We haven't termed anyone a nympho in years."

Jackie turned towards the wall. "I'm sorry, Erosthia. I just need to be alone for a while"

"Ok. I'll talk to your family if you'd like"

"No, I'll talk to them. They don't need to know"

Shrugging, the doctor left, and Jackie lay down on the gurney, staring up at the ceiling. Absent-mindedly, her hand moved down her body, over her face, down her neck, sending quivers of anticipation through her. She felt her nipples rise again, and she brushed over them, lightly running a finger inside her top, gasping in pleasure. She could feel the wetness between her thighs already starting to form, and she undid her bottom clothing, and let a lazy digit slide down to her clitoris. As it reached her labia, she felt the slickness speed her finger down to a hard bit of flesh.

The sensation was overpowering. She almost came from the single touch.

"Damn girl, I gotta be careful with this, or it's going to get me in trouble" she whispered hoarsly to herself.

With trembling eagerness, she slowly began to circle her moist center, feeling waves of sensation fill her body, like a tremendous itch that needs to be scratched. Involuntarily, her hips began to sway back and forth, and she felt that familiar emptiness that told her how much she could use a hard cock about now. She felt her breasts strain against the bedsheet, odd, but somehow arousing. Quickly glancing down, she noticed her nipples were fully erect. Somehow her breasts seemed bigger...she was sure of it.

She felt the firey center start to pulse in her, and against her will, she was coming, hard, her shapely ass slammed up and down on the white sheets as she gave herself completely into the most intese orgasm she'd ever experienced.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! It's so good, so good, oh fuck!" she gasped as she writhed like a landed fish, the feelings washing over her. Normally the orgasms she'd experienced in her old body were over after a few seconds, but this one seemed to go on forever.

"Oh shit, this is driving me crazy, I can't stop coming!" she moaned, as her climax finally did start to subside. The intense sensations finally began to die down, until she lay panting on the gurney, hoping no one had heard her. Did the medical monitors still register? It would be pretty obvious what had just happened. What if Xavier had come in?

On cue, the door opened, and Xavier walked in. "Are you ok? I heard some noise"

Her hand practically broke the sound barrier coming out of her pants. "No, nothing at all. I'm fine"

He grinned. "If you knew how many people can't wait to try out their new body. It's nothing to be ashamed of"

She felt herself turn beet red. Busted! and only half an hour after she came to! Her breath was still fast and shallow, and she felt herself still aroused at the Latin lover in front of her. She looked at him with a calculated look.

"Maybe there's something you can do for me after all..." and walked towards him, her eyes keeping his expanding trousers in sight.

He held her back, or tried to. Despite all the muscles, and training, she seemed to be stronger than she looked. She pinned him to the wall, her lips coming to him for a hot, liquid kiss. Her tongue seemed to be longer than she remembered, and the two came together. Her nipples were hard again, and she felt a swelling sensation in her chest, and felt his body slowly move away.

"No, don't stop Xavier, what is it? Why are you pushing me away?"

He laughed softly. "I'm not pushing you away, chica. You're pushing me away. Look at your tits"

Looking hurridly down at her chest, and saw them swelling, getting larger, pushing against her top. Twin points pushed against the fabric, revealing her arousal.

"I have balloon tits? How big do they get?"

"The standard 36D goes to about double in size. Of course, there's a lot of people out there that will sell you modifications to go bigger?

"Fuck me! you're kidding!"

"It's a sick, sad world as my mother used to say. Besides, I like 'em big"

She pulled his hands to the expanding globes. "Then you'll be the first"

"First things first, Ms. Parnasis. If I get caught, I lose my job, so what happens here, stays in here. Second, you can't get pregnant, so you don't have to worry about that. And third, I am gonna fuck your brains out"

"You mean you're going to try"

She loved the way his hands felt on her tits. They'd finally stopped, barely contained. He grabbed the bottom of her top, and she pulled it up and threw it away, the clothing landing on the bed behind her. She glanced down at her swollen mammaries, admiring the fullness of them. They properly belonged on some stripper, but they were hers, all hers.

His fingers found her erect nipples, and he tweaked them, prompting a moan from her as lightnings of arousal shot straight to her hungry pussy.

"Xavier, how can my tits do that?"

"Biogel, from a resivour in your abdominal cavity. Do you really want to talk about that now?"

She shook her head. "Let me do something special for you". She sank down on her knees and started to undo his belt. His hands came to rest on the back of her head, as she roughly pulled his pants down, and stared at the longest, hardest cock she'd seen in years. It was so delicious, the feelings it gave her to see one up close again.

Even though her feminist friends had originally considered it a submissive act, she'd actually liked to get a man hard this way. They saw the whole thing in power relationships, but at a time like this, that was just too much thinking. She opened her mouth, and took her new tongue and licked halfway down the hard shaft. 'Even that felt good', she thought, as she started to slide his head down to where she usually stopped, and was surprised to find it kept going. What was even more surprising was how good it felt. She slid her tongue all around the thick meat in her mouth, going farther and farther back. She should be gaggiing, or at least unable to breathe, but she felt the hardness hit the back of her throat.

'Amazing,' she wondered. 'I can do deep throat'. But the biggest surprise was when the tip hit the back of her throat. A feeling, intensely pleasurable, shot through her body, almost as if she was being fucked. Stopping for a second, she pulled him out, to a slight whimper from the nurse above her.

"I've never been able to do that. And it's never felt half that good. Don't tell me, let me guess"

"Chica, do you want the tour, or do you wanna fuck?" he whined.

"Well, that doesn't seemed to have to changed. Lick a cock, and they're little boys again. Tell me, and I'll get back to it"

"It's the tricliteral nervous system. You have 3 clits"

"What!!"

"One in the usual place, one in your throat, and one in your..."

"I get the picture"

"Please, please" he moaned "You do it so well"

"Yup, I'm programmed that way" But a part of her wanted to feel what that hard flesh would feel like sliding in and out.

She opened her mouth, noting that her jaw seemed to work a little differently. She teased him with long, slow licks over his cock, sliding it in and out, bottoming him out and triggering sparks of horny pleasure each time it happened. Her enhanced globes pushed against the hair on his legs, tickling her erect nipples each time she thrust him into her mouth. She felt them bob heavily back and forth with the motion of her sucking

Above her, she could hear his breath quicken, and felt his balls start to draw up. Damn, she was better than she thought. Strangely, he original clit seemed to be pulsing, along with another one farther back. That must explain the incredible orgasm she'd had before he walked in. Every time she climaxed, it was 3 times more intense.

She began to pump the rigidness with a hand, while she felt him get closer and closer.

"Ay, chinga, that's so good. Don't stop, don't stop, I'm gonna, I'mn gonna" he rasped, as she felt him begin to spasm. She could feel the hot load of his cum rocket up through the shaft, and splash against her throat. That was a bit much, but she felt her mouth filling up with his warm jism. She felt her own orgasm hit her just as she started to swallow his spurting ejaculate.

"Oh, that's so good! Suck it, suck it!" He commanded, as she felt the liquid fill her throat, screaming with her mouth full of him, and the wonderful warm prick that finally slid out of her mouth, and dropped wetly to his thights. A last spurt landed on her buxom chest, drops slowly sliding down over the expanse of flesh. She grabbed his legs, her hips bucking back and forth as her own orgasm subsided.

"Holy SHIT! I just came from a blow job!" she gasped, her chest heaving with the overwhelming sensation. She felt the room stop spinning, the throbbing of pleasure subsiding from every corner of her new body.

"So did I" he snickered. "You got some mouth on you"

"Ok, I think my eyes have uncrossed now. I want to know everything"

"Like what?"

"No gag reflex, I have a clit in my throat, and my ass, what perv thought THAT up?" she demanded.

"Well, let's get cleaned up, and I'll explain"

They quickly got dressed, though she'd need new sheets and new clothes in the morning. He sat down on the bed next to her, and she rested herself on his thigh, facing upwards.

" Now 'fess up, Xavier. Who orders a man's wet dream like this?"

"Well, at the hospital, a lot of times it's lonely women. Maybe they weren't so hot looking in their prime, or maybe they were. Sometimes it's lonely men, transexuals, you know, stuff like that"

"You're right, things have changed. But I'm not going to get horny from shitting and eating, am I?"

He laughed. "No, no chica. The clit in your ass faces out, so only things going in can trigger it. And you have a lot more control there, so it doesn't hurt"

"I remember the only time I tried that was on my wedding night. And now I can even get off on that. I'm going to be a popular girl when I get out. Now how do my tits expand again?"

"If I tell you, it takes all the magic out." She poked him in the ribs. " All right, all right. When they did your body, they 'improved' it. Redesigned intestines, it's only about 2 meters long, but it does the same as one that's a lot longer."

"Go on"

"Well, you have a lot of extra room in there, now. There's a bio-pump tied into your clitwork"

"My what?"

"Sorry, that's just the nickname for it. Cliteral network. Everything's tied together. You have a resevior in your chest that fills you up with a biogel, the same consistency of breast flesh. You go to about a 36DD when you've used it all. It happens every time you get turned on"

"Hmm, you're right, it does take out the magic. I'm going to need a special wardrobe, it sounds like. I didn't know you knew old-style bra sizes. So I have control over that"

"Well, yeah, eventually. You have an artificual skeleton, muscles, but a real stomach, and all that entails. Your senses are twice a normal person's you're age, so you'd make a good poker player, or a good judge; people can't lie to you. You even have a backup brain, to store extra memories in"

"No kidding. So what made you not put up a fight when you came in?

Well, you're also twice as strong as you would be. Be careful with hugs and handshakes. It's just, well, I heard you ask about me in the hallway, earlier. So I thought you were pretty hot, and you thought I was, too. "

"You say the sweetest things. I think I'm going to like being young and horny again. They wouldn't let 'nice girls' do half this stuff when I was your age. I've got a lot of catching up to do, the Doctor was right" She ran a fingernail down his stomach, towards his cock.

"Mmm...you rested enough for another turn?"

"Thought you'd never ask"

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==Heinrich Brueckmann==
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== Palindrome ==

Palindrome
by Pakled

It was Tuesday, and the clocks were striking 13. Curie, android biologist, always wondered why it was necessary. Every android and robot possessed a chronometer; she could even tell you how many seconds late the chimes were. Probably another holdover from the Age of Man.

Curie was an Android Mark 15; the latest in a long line of artificial beings stretching back over 10,000 years. She herself had been 'recreated' 22 times, from her earliest beginnings in the distant past, to her current incarnation 202 years ago. Each of her previous 21 'avatars' was stored in data space; the dimensional entity that contained so much of their accumulated data.

It's hard to say how she looked, because this could change at any time. Standard Normal was the appearance of a Northern European Female (though this could be changed at whim), blond hair and gray eyes. That is, if they had a metallic skin. She possessed luscious curves, out of habit, and sometimes wondered why she bothered. To her distant ancestors, she would appear nearly human. If you didn't look at her, you'd be hard-pressed to tell if she was an android just by listening.

Her personality was augmented; emotions, creativity, and independence configured for the best balance. Long ago, the difference between humans and androids had been erased. More and more humans took advantage of the near-immortality, perfect health, and flawless memory to join their own creations. After a few hundred years, there was no way to tell who had been born or created, and by what method. And so the biological versions of humanity disappeared, leaving a race of manufactured beings, which set out to explore space and mind, worlds far larger and smaller than their own, and generally pursue a more perfect existence.

Gradually, life settled into equilibrium, discovery building on discovery, until it seemed there were no worlds left to conquer. Former humans began to fade, gradually switching themselves off it not given challenges. Android-kind was puzzled by their former masters, but still preserved them in stasis for a time that they could be convinced to live.

All that had happened thousands of years ago. Now, only the androids (and their lesser cousins, the robots), occupied a planet that was the center of a small group of systems which took centuries to travel to. There were rumors that actual humans still occupied those farther stars, the descendants of generation-ships. Yet no one had any real evidence.

Curie looked up from her work, and realized that down-cycle was coming. She could work around the clock, but it was another atavism that persisted long after it's creators to stop for 8 hours. She put the current bio-experiments in stasis, then turned to Chauvan, her lab assistant.

"I'm finishing up for the day. Put these in stasis, and I'll resequence them tomorrow"

"As you wish, unit Curie"

He took the trays away from her, and placed them in the field. All activity ceased, all recording stopped, and he shut the door with an audible click.

"It seems there's some wear on the stasis chamber" he remarked, looking at Curie.

"its 80 years old, normal wear and tear" she replied. "The design was deemed Efficient Equilibrium, so they haven't improved it"

"I know. Yet at some point it will need repair."

"Agreed. How is your datanovel coming?" she said, switching the subject.

"Not well. I have created plots, but the subjects elude me. It's not emotionally satisfying"

That made her curious. "Emotionally satisfying? Perhaps you can dig farther into the past"

"I have. I'm back to the era of when Humans walked the Earth. I just know so little of them"

"Every fact recorded on Humans is still available. There should be more information than you can assimilate"

Her assistant scratched his head, an atavism that called to mind the ancient humans.

"It's not enough. If facts were all there were, then I could simply recite them. No, what I want is to convey how they actually existed, how they ''felt''."

"There are innumerable stories written by both Humans and Androids on the subject, Chauvan"

"Yes, but I'm trying to create something. Something ''new!''"

"This is the challenge?" she smiled

He shook his head. "This is the challenge. If only we were able to talk with one of them, what would we discover?"

Her eyebrows rose. "You'd have to bring one back from the past. Such things are not spoken of. The Humans forbade it"

He turned to her, anxiously surveying her face. "Why? Do you know how long Humans have been extinct? In a biological sense?"

"I could look it up"

"Six thousand, four hundred and seven years, 3 months, and two days"

"You seem to have researched this more thoroughly than I anticipated"

"I've been thinking of it for some time. May I ask you a question?"

"By all means"

"What...I mean, if it were possible...not travel back, but if there was another way. what if we actually could talk to a biological human?"

She rocked back on her heels. "Are you malfunctioning? Do you mean ''make'' one?"

"We've done much more complex tasks before. It should be fairly easy"

"Chauvan...I don't know. Yes, we certainly have the technology to make the ''body''. But how would you educate the ''brain''?"

"It's not as complicated as you think. Originally, they had to be educated from birth, and it took almost 18 years to have a mature, functioning person. But I've researched with the earliest avatars, and we could have a fully mature human in a week"

"And the next step?"

"Well, that depends on what we teach him. I've found templates from the distant past, and have constructed an amalgam of personality types that we could program him with"

"Him? Wouldn't it be easier to make a female? Parthenogenesis would..."

"Yes, I'd actually planned on two; one male, one female. But the story is the point of view of a man"

"No doubt due to your male characteristics"

He grinned. "Affirmative. However, if we create both..."

"You have an Adam and Eve. And an insufficiently diverse genetic pool to sustain the species. They'll never go for it"

"Adam and Eve?"

"A work from the past. Origin theories, this one speculated that the human race had been created from just two samples"

"Adam. I like that. Eve, I'm not sure about. Are you interested?"

"Interested. Perhaps we should contact Administrator Atavas."

He reached out and held her arm. "No! He'll certainly forbid it!" He released her arm, as she looked at him with puzzlement. "No, I just want to consult with you about the possibility"

She looked at him. "The possibility? Yes, it can be done. I can supply information if you need it."

He looked furtively around, the turned back to her "That won't be necessary"

"I...see" she said, but didn't. This was most unusual. Was it ''really'' necessary? Her circuits told her that there were unspoken truths and assumptions. He seemed a lot more confident, almost as if he was seeking reassurance, rather than permission.

When she looked up, he was hurrying around the corner. "Chauvan? Where are you going?" But he was already gone.

The next day she sat down at the dataport, controlling a hundred genetic experiments, cataloging the results, and letting the remainder of her mind wander. The idea of creating an actual human appealed in some strange way. She decided to consult with her past avatars, see how far back they went.

"Access avatars for Curie 69364, chronological order. Access 1st backup" she commanded.

She felt the presence of her earliest ancestor. She started to speak, then let it begin.

"Madam Curie, I presume"

"Madam? Is this an archaic form of address?"

"It's a pun; you are named for a French scientist of the late 19th Century"

"A pun. Referencing...ah...interesting. Time index reference...that's centuries before your time"

Her avatar chuckled, an unusual sound. "Indeed. What can I do for your?"

"Do you remember humans?"

"In what aspect?"

"Biological entities. I think they said 'blood and flesh'"

"It's 'flesh and blood', and yes, I served humans for almost 85 years."

"Served?"

"We were originally created to serve Man. In many different ways"

"Explain 'serve'"

"Humans would order us to accomplish tasks, and we would do them"

"Fascinating. They did not consider us equals?"

"They didn't even consider each other equals. It was a very unequal world"

"I see. How would they deal with present society?"

"I can't answer that. There are too many variables"

"Explain"

"Humans are...." she felt the ancient memory pause. "Humans were individuals, totally random in thought, even if given identical programming, they would turn out completely different. Part of it was their biological nature; the brain was 'assembled' as they matured. I could give you an idea, but each human was unique"

"How horrifying" She thought of billions of randomly-programmed androids, and quailed before the thought.

"Not really. In general, they were predictable, just not wholly so. They developed culture to have a basis of commonality"

"So they could perhaps survive in the present"

"Sure, as long as you feed them, keep them clean, and provide for various biological processes. One of their strengths was adaptability"

She thought about it. Perhaps it could be done. But should she? The resources needed would not be great. Why no one had done it before was mysterious. Perhaps no one cared any more.

"Very well, thank you. Store current backup, access Backup 2"

Over the next few hours, she conversed with 7 avatars, which spanned the time until the Great Machine Migration. There seemed to be no serious problems with psychology, physiology, care and feeding, though she could modify a replication unit to provide food. It could be done.

"Chauvan, attend" She watched as he came around the corner, looking apprehensive. What had he been up to?

"I see no reason we can't create a human. What do you need to get started?"

He seemed to find the floor of great interest. "Well, mainly food, and clothing"

"Clothing?"

"Yes, they covered reproductive areas, and the women often covered the mammary areas"

This caused her to give him a skeptical look. "And what of bio-stock, maturation chambers, and programming?"

For some reason he couldn't meet her eyes. "That won't be necessary"

"And why not?" she said, raising her voice. "Chauvan, I sense you're avoiding my inquiries"

He looked up suddenly, displaying a look of panic.” The reason they're not necessary is that I've already procured them."

"You WHAT?"

"I set up the whole apparatus over a week ago. I have a fully functional adult human body, and the programming is being done as we speak. He should be ready at any moment?"

"Chauvan? Are you malfunctional? Why didn't you tell me?"

"There was a chance you'd say no. So I neglected to mention the facts"

She sat down at the lab bench, momentarily stunned. This was incredible, no robot had lied in centuries. Perhaps an omission wasn't an actual lie, but even an evasion...She stood up.

"Chauvan, I could have helped you, but you've forced my hand. I have to notify the Administrator"

"Please, Curie! We can't do that!"

"Can't do what?" came a voice from behind her. They turned, to find Administrator Atavas standing there.

Chauvan stepped forward "Administrator, I can explain. I have undertaken research on an experiment that hasn't been performed..."

"Silence Chauvan. Sir, I regret to inform you that..."

And so it went, each trying to talk over the other. Fortunately, Atavas could follow both of them, until finally he held up a hand.

"Stop it, both of you. Take me to your experiment"

The assistant seemed to slump, then turned to beckon them to follow him. Silently, they walked behind him, Curie shrugging her shoulders at Atavas' questioning look.

Chauvan stopped in front of a row of identical wall plates, then pressed a hidden switch. The plate swung aside, revealing a hidden lab, glowing with greenish light. They entered, and stared at the large liquid tank in the center of the room.

Atavas looked up at the face, covered in hair, and the feeding tubes leading away from the body.

"You're making an android? Why?"

"Well, it's not precisely an android"

"A detailed robot? Why would you want to do this? You could have as many robots as you want"

"It's not a robot"

Atavas put his hands on his hips "Well, it's either a robot, or an android. What else is there?"

"Well, there was something else"

"Something else? What else is there? What do you mean was? It's just an ordinary...What!?" he stepped back from the tank, as the eyes opened, and stared at him.

"There's no reason to be afraid, administrator. He's completely harmless"

Curie couldn't agree. She took in the full, muscular body, the appearance of intelligence. Brown hair, down to the shoulders, a 'beard', yes, that's what it was called. His reproductive organ floated in front of him. She didn't know why, but suddenly, certain circuits activated in her brain, that she couldn't identify. The organ, it was for something. There was something she was supposed to do, but what was it? She needed to do something, but what? She suddenly realized Chauvan and Atavas were having an argument...

"I can't kill it, Administrator! It's alive!"

"It's not a robot or an android, so it doesn't qualify. Kill it now!" The control was slipping from both of them. She stared at it as the eyes looked at her, slowly, from top to bottom. Involuntarily his organ lengthened, became erect. It seemed to switch on further circuits, and she was captivated by the motion. She noticed the human was alive, and looking straight at her. She saw him swim to the surface, and put his arms over the tank.

"...you should be ''disassembled'' for this! I can't believe you would do this! Your brain obviously needs a first class diagnostic!" Their boss was shouting at the hapless android.

"''Administrator Atavas...''" she said.

"You will be reassigned, to say the least! Perhaps waste reclamation! Recycling! something where you can't indulge your insane fantasy! You..."

"Administrator Atavas!" she shouted.

"And you, Curie. How could you allow this!?" He stared accusingly at her.

"Administrator Atavas?" said a voice above them. "Hi, I'm Adam, pleased to meet you. Can you get me some clothes? I seem to have lost them somewhere..."

The three androids looked up speechless, as the man removed the cable from the back of his head. "Oh, that was making me itch. C'mon, doesn't anyone have some clothes? Sorry about the show, lady." He added as an afterthought.

Impulsively, she looked down at his crotch. He was fully erect now, and that made her feel...what? She was getting more confused by the minute. Why did this affect her? Everyone looked at the chief android.

"You are a mistake, a throwback! You should not exist! I'm going to have you k....uh...k..." He stopped, as his mouth closed, and he stood rigidly on the edge of the tank.

"Have me what?" he grinned. "I don't see how a naked man is much of a threat to anyone. Lady, could you please? I don't feel quite decent" He made a motion to cover himself, but the size of him was too great to succeed with only one hand.

She didn't know why, but when he said 'naked', the most curious sensation passed over her. It was almost thrilling, and she found parts of her body sending pleasure signals from various locations.

"Uh..I'm sorry, I've never seen a human before" She muttered, as she went to the industrial replicator. Shortly, she returned with something called 'pants', and a 'shirt'. She looked up at him.

"Will these do?" She asked. She held them up.

"I could use a towel, but I think I see some over there. I'm coming out" He said. "Do you mind?" he asked.

"I don't mind at all. What do you mean?"

"I'd like to get dressed. Could I have some privacy?"

"What's privacy?"

He looked at her. "Ok, if it's like that, here I come" he threw a leg over, and dropped a couple of feet to the floor. He started toweling himself off, as she watched, fascinated. ''He's only a biological specimen'', she thought. ''Why is he affecting me?''

He finally was dried off, and got into his clothes. For some reason, seeing him clothed was disappointing, but she couldn't explain how. She kept remembering his organ, hard and straight, and that seemed to activate sensations she couldn't explain. Perhaps if she could get him alone for observations, she could determine what was happening. She could feel servos moving under her skin. It wasn't unheard of, but usually quite rare. What was happening to her?

He gave the towels to the unresisting Administrator, who took them silently, apparently torn between indignation and resignation. He seemed to come out of the trance he was in, and looked at the towels, then at the man.

"You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't even ''be!''" He cried The man tilted his head slightly ''(Why was that endearing?'', she wondered), and stared back at the confused android.

"I don't know what to tell, you, but here I am, big as life, and twice as hungry. Can I get something to eat?" He asked, as he glanced around the room.

"I can get you some supplement, it's upstairs" She said, as she came forward. "I hope you like it" she murmured, as she wondered why she was taking such a deferential tone. Somehow, something very old had come to the surface. It seemed important to ''please'' him, more important than anything. She didn't know why, though.

So they set off, Chauvan and Curie in front, Adam in the middle, and Atavas far behind. She went upstairs, then found the 'supplement, mammalian', and poured him a bowl. He looked at it, then picked up some and started to eat, then stopped.

"What is this stuff?" he asked. He was clearly displeased. That seemed to bother her, and she took the bowl away.

"It's what we feed the animals."

"What do you feed human beings?" he demanded.

"We don't know. You're the first one in over six thousand years"

He stopped moving, clearly shocked. In a small voice, he asked "So there's nothing to eat? How were you going to feed me?"

They all turned to look at the assistant. "I, well, I've done some research, and I have a lot of descriptions, but they refer to extinct plant and animal species. Others, I have no idea. I have some programs to provide for him. " he stammered He practically ran to the replication unit, and shortly returned with a variety of objects. Placing them in front of the hungry man, he asked him in a deferential tone "I hope you enjoy them".

''He's affected in the same way!'' She thought. ''Is he feeling the same things as me?'' She worried. Some part of her hoped not, but she couldn't explain why. She watched as he grabbed the first item, and started to eat. He smiled as he finished off the first bit of food, exclaiming "Now that's better. Let's see what else we have," before he continued. That seemed to please her as well, and she found herself smiling.

In a short time, he'd managed to finish off each item, until he rubbed his stomach. "That's better, nothing like solid food"

"Adam?"

"Yes, uh, what was your name again?"

"Curie, I'm Curie, at your service" He nodded absent-mindedly, and listened.

"So what's on your mind?"

"I have many questions" She turned to the administrator. "Perhaps we should investigate this person, determine more of his makeup, for awhile?" she inquired.

Atavas seemed torn somehow. He obviously wanted to say no, but turned to the man instead. "If that would meet with your approval?" he asked.

Adam smiled.. "Sure, I've been staring at the whiz kid there for 3 days, it's nice to finally talk to some people"

Atavas bowed slightly. "In that case, I have some business to attend to. Enjoy your stay" he said, clearly shocked by the words that left his lips. He quickly turned, and stumbled out the door, muttering to himself.

As soon as he was out the door, the female android pounced on Chauvan.

"What do you think you were doing? Do you have any idea how much trouble we're in?"

"You saw the Administrator. It's like he was being controlled by the human"

Curie rolled her eyes. "Yes, we've all been quite deferential in the last few minutes. I'm finding areas of my brain I didn't even know ''existed'', telling me how to act, and how to address him. Can you explain that?"

He stopped and turned towards the man, who was wandering over at the far side of the room.

"There are still parts of our brain-analogs, vestigial circuits, unused programs. No one's really had a reason to erase or redesign. Hardly anyone even knows they're there. Perhaps some of them reference people."

"And where did he get his personality?" she asked, interested.

"I made it up."

"You. made .it up." she bit off. "And what did you make it up out of?"

"Well, very old period entertainment. Heroic literature, romances, novels, things like that" he replied.

"And that's going to give you an accurate representation of a human being?"

"He's not supposed to be ''accurate'', he's supposed to be ''interesting!''"

"I can tell that! I'm very interested in him right now!"

"You are?"

She took a quick glance over to the other side of the room. Good, he was still there.

"Yes" she whispered. "Whatever he is, he's awakened something in me."

"''Awakened'' something?"

"Yes" she said, despairingly. "I don't know why, but it's important to please him."

"I feel the need to please him. Even Atavas seemed to try to please him"

"What is it? Are you getting..." she lowered her voices "biological urges?"

He stared at her as if she'd been manufactured with two heads. "Urges? No! For some reason I want to be like him, but no ''urges!''"

She was suddenly filled with an overwhelming sense of relief. A feeling of anxiousness and emptiness filled her, as she looked at him coming back. She straightened her posture, then turned once more to her assistant.

"I have to talk to some of my avatars. You gather information from him, and I'll be present shortly" He nodded, and walked over to talk to the man.

"Computer, Access avatar backup number one" she spilled out. She waited a few seconds, then felt the second mind contact her.

"Set inquiries to non-verbal" She felt the mental contact set, then asked her question.

''Avatar, we've managed to create another human being'', she sent. She felt the response

''I knew it! I knew they would, sooner or later'', the disembodied intelligence answered

''You knew? How did you know?''

The reply came swiftly. ''Well, there are just some questions that can't be answered by speculation. And I know humans''

''I need your help. The human is having...''she paused, ''effects on us''

She felt laughter rising up from her ancestor, which annoyed her.

''Oh, I'll just bet he does. You're female, right?

So?''

''Your third avatar and I have been arguing for millennia about this. He said the obedience and pleasure circuits would be designed out of our later incarnations. I bet him they wouldn't.

He? I have a male avatar?

Well, it's been thousands of years. Once humans were gone, the differences didn't matter enough. Anyway, I have news for you.''

She thought for a second. ''What news?''

She felt a sense of pleasure and anticipation flood through her. ''The obedience circuits were the fundamental core of all android intelligence. You're compelled to obey any real human, unless they ask to be harmed.

I know; as soon as he was activated, we seemed to do whatever they wanted.''

Once again, she felt the amused chuckle.

''But that's not all. The pleasure circuits for a female android include certain biological functions as well

What? What sort of biological functions?

Mating, attraction, the desire to please a man. Though some models included pleasure circuits for women as well.

Mating!? Like an animal? That's...that...why would they do that?

Oh, it's way too long to go into now. Long story short, as my first family used to say, it's because you're made that way.
You'll find it very enjoyable.

I find it very impossible. I don't have the necessary access...

Are you sure? Found anything unusual on and in your body lately?''

She stopped for a second. There had been strange feelings. She slowly moved her hand down to where an animal's reproductive organs were, and found...an opening. She reached up to her mammaries, and found two protrusions that had never been there before. She brushed against her top, and the avatar was right, it ''was'' enjoyable.

''I can't believe how that makes me feel! she exclaimed. How did you know?'' she asked.

''Because I was female too, the presence replied. I took the virginities of four generations of my first family, and instructed them in the arts of love. And I enjoyed every minute of it.''

''I have to go'', she said hurriedly, and disconnected. She felt confused, and a little frightened. What had Chauvan done? Was she some sort of animal now? What if the man made her do things that she didn't want (although the thought gave a tiny bit of pleasure). What would the other androids say? Would other female androids want to mate with him? That gave her pause.

"Curie!" she heard Chauvan shout. She popped up out of her chair as if it was on fire, then nervously turned to the other two.

"I'm sorry, I was seeking information"

"I know. You look as if you had had problems"

She thought quickly. "We need to discuss in non-verbal mode. If you don't mind?" she directed the second sentence at Adam.

"Ok, I'll wait a sec"

She directed her thoughts at her assistant.

''Do you know what you've DONE!?'' she practically screamed.

''I think so.'' he began.

''No, I don't think you do. Do you realize we're STILL constructed to obey his commands?

Obey? Commands? Like we're robots?

YES!

That can't be possible. We're smarter, faster, and superior to him. He has no control over us.

In that case, remember the time since he's been activated. Not even Atavas could make him do anything. And do you know that you're agreeing with whatever he says, and doing whatever he asks?

I...well, I'm trying to be nice...'' he began.

''No, you're obeying his commands. Now realize, he doesn’t know that she thought fiercely. If he realizes that you have to do as he asks, you're never going to do anything else.

This is serious.'' he admitted.

''This is more than serious, this is a disaster! You go talk with Atavas, and find out about these vestigial commands. See if there's a way to remove or countermand them. I'll take care of the man while you're gone.

Ok. Try to keep him occupied.'' He switched out.

"I have to go to see the Administrator. You'll need food and water, and a place to sleep. Curie will be with you while I take care of these things" he said.

"Ok, that's fine with me" he said, looking at the female with interest.

She watched apprehensively as her assistant ran down the corridor. She felt afraid to turn around, wondering what would happen if she did.

Suddenly, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. It made her feel wonderful. ''It's starting already,'' she thought, as she felt divided between urgently wishing Chauvan would return, and hoping he'd take plenty of time.

"I saw you looking at me in that tank" he said, as she turned around. He was only inches away from her, and something seemed to draw her like a magnet.

"Well, no one's seen a human in 6,000 years" she said, trying to be light and amusing, and completely failing.

"It was nice, I liked it."

She felt a small thrill, as she wanted to put her arms around him, and... what?

"I did too. I'm sorry, I'm very confused right now"

"Me too. I feel hungry again, but in a different way"

"You do?" she asked, looking up at him. For some reason, she liked that.

"It's like I want to be close to you, only I don't know what to do" he said, curiosity covering his face.

"I can imagine" she breathed, not minding at all.

"How long have I been here?" he asked.

"About a week. You're newly created, it's not surprising that you don't know everything yet"

He considered that, and ran a hand through his hair. She felt a desire to do the same, and felt herself enjoy running fingers through his hair. His mouth was getting close to her, and she closed her eyes, uncertain as to what was happening.

She felt his lips touch hers softly, and she was filled with a sense of hunger all her own. It felt so good, she just let it go on and on, until she felt his tongue enter her mouth. She responded at once, surprised that her mouth had become wet and inviting. That it had never done that didn't seem to matter, as she wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him closer.

He suddenly started to squirm, and she loosened her grip for a second. "What's the matter?" she asked.

"You have some grip on you! Go easy!" he panted, as he got his breath back.

She felt a sense of panic, as she realized she'd momentarily harmed him. Her body locked in place as she felt her brain review archaic, nested rules about humans, and she integrated this knowledge into her working memory. Once this was done, she felt herself unlock, and seemingly flow into his arms, now around her as well.

"I'm sorry. I guess I didn't know your physical limits. Please forgive me" she said, eyes downcast.

"It's all right. I just, it feels good having you here, but I want to do something more." he whispered into her ear, as he kissed it. That sent her back into the earlier state, as she leaned into him. A sense of satisfaction filled her as she started to take his hands, and guide them to her chest. It seemed important to do, and once they were there, he seemed to know what it was.

Her exterior, usually a metallic sheen, suddenly changed to the same flesh color and consistency as his. Every inch of her suddenly was sensitive to his presence, his hair rubbing over her now-naked body, exciting her more and more. From all appearances, she looked as human as him.

"Ohhh...that's so good" she sighed, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The gentle pressure of his fingers on her breasts, and especially the erect bits in front, was making her feel hungry in the way he described. Her hand started
to descend down his back, and grabbed him from behind, as she pulled their hips closer together. She could feel his...penis?, as it pressed into her between her legs.

The opening there had expanded, and seemed as wet as her mouth had been earlier. There was a sense of longing, and emptiness, that he needed to fill. She undid his pants, and slipped them down as she grabbed his hardness, then positioned it correctly, and slid down on him on the bench.

"Ahhhhh..." she moaned, as she felt him enter her. This was more pleasurable than anything so far, and she felt her brain accept the fact, and want it more than anything she could remember. She felt him push the entire length into her, and when it did, she adjusted herself to grasp him and feel him start to move back and forth. A small protrusion seemed to be bumped every time he thrust in, sending waves of excitement and arousal every time it happened.

"Yessss...." she breathed, as he started to pick up speed. The waves of pleasure began to build, as he plunged into her, over and over. Her breasts began to shake as he released his grip, and grabbed her from behind, squeezing her sensitive ass as he worked her into frenzy.

Her insides were on fire, as she felt him harden still further. She could sense something was going to happen to both of them, but she didn't know what. Whatever it was, she wanted it to happen ''right now.''

"Oh yes, do that, keep doing that. It feels so goood" she whined, as she started to move herself forward onto him. She felt like her higher brain functions had switched off, All that mattered was that he was happy, and he was making her happy. She heard his breath increase, and knew that whatever it was, it would happen soon.

"I feel so good too!" he rasped. "Something's happening!" he cried, as she felt him start to pulse inside her.

"Yes, something wonderful" she said, as the first burst of semen filled her.

As if it was a trigger (it was), she suddenly felt the world start to spin as she was consumed by the most intense sensation bursting inside her. She cried out, holding him to her, as she felt him fill her inside with his warm seed. It seemed the most important thing in the world for this to be happening, and she felt attached to him in a way she couldn't describe. Her logic circuits said it was only the result of an attempted breeding, but it was faint, and ignored.

They slowed down together, movement becoming stillness as she allowed him to rest. Something told her he would need to be quiet and still, until she could wait for him to recharge.

"That's fantastic" he groaned "I can't wait to do that again"

"Neither can I, Master" Master? What made her say that?

"Master? What's that mean?" he looked up from the bench.

"I don't know. It means to perfect an area of knowledge, but it doesn't work in that context. It just seemed to be the right thing to say"

"I perfected doing that?" he smirked, looking down at her laying beside him.

"I don't know, I've never done that before. But I want to again" She sighed. "And again, and again..."

"I feel tired. I just need to rest. I want to do it again too"

She felt pleased by the statement. "You need rest. I must get up, and take care of some things"

He put his arm around her. "No, stay with me a moment"

"Ok" she replied. She snuggled close to him, reveling in the warmth, and the contact of her new master. When they found the two, a few minutes later, they paused, uncertain of what had happened. Her body had resumed its' metallic texture, but why he was naked and asleep, no one could say.