Merger 2.0

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The IRU receptionist was a tall, dark-skinned composite of dozens of actresses, athletes, and supermodels, with a large body designed to incorporate “classic” African oestrogenic features. The overall physical effect was stunning.

Naomi’s striking grey eyes lit up, and her large black lips parted to reveal a dazzling white smile. “Good morning?” she said, “It’s already three in the afternoon, silly!” Her flawless English was coloured by the faintest trace of a Caribbean lilt, like a pinch of jerk spice.

Carolyn and Althea stopped in their tracks a few steps outside the elevator. Althea looked confused. “Is it?” she asked, turning to Carolyn.

“Wow,” said Carolyn, checking the time with her pink Nokia smart phone. “That’s weird. Where did the time go?”

“I don’t know,” said Althea.

“It’s almost time to go home, you two!” said Naomi, getting up from her chair. Her double-D breasts, and even more enormous buttocks, trembled and quaked beneath her crisp, tight white clothes as she walked over, her arms wide open, to greet the girls with a hug. Naomi embraced Althea first. “How are you doing, sister?” she said.

“I’m fine, Naomi,” said Althea, returning the embrace. “Thanks for asking. You must be getting lonely up here, all by yourself!”

“Naaw!” said Naomi. “I like it! Lots of piece and quiet, nobody bothering me.” She ginched up her gorgeous face into a conspiratorial grin. “And that awful Mr. Lesk is gone!”

Althea laughed at that. “That’s right! He was a piece of work, wasn’t he!”

“Always pinching my bottom, every day. Nugh!” said Naomi, shaking her head and sticking out her shockingly long, pink tongue. All three girls suddenly broke into laughter.

“And I don’t think he got his golden parachute, either!” said Carolyn, recovering.

“No, that’s right," said Naomi between breaths. "They hustled him right out the door.”

The second-floor receptionist gave Carolyn her hug. “How are you, love? I haven’t seen you in ages.”

Carolyn felt the soft pressure of Naomi’s massive breasts pressed against her own as she reached around the robot’s white dress shirt. “I’m good, Naomi. Great to see you.”

The receptionist android straightened up, brushed a few strands of hair away from her ghostly grey eyes, and stared intently into Carolyn’s, holding both of the other android’s hands in its own. “Why haven’t you girls been coming by my way?”

“Oh, well, you know,” said Carolyn. “They just keep sending us more work for the rebranding.”

“Oh, I know!” said Naomi. “It’s unbelievable, isn’t it? Such a huge change!”

Carolyn and Althea nodded. “I think it’ll be good though, when it’s finished,” said Althea.

“Oh, me too, me too,” said Naomi, nodding herself. “A new look.”

Althea began stroking the fingers of her right hand through Naomi’s shiny, immaculately straightened jet-black hair; none of the girls, Althea included, seemed to notice. “Have any of the new big wigs from Emirati come by yet?” asked Althea.

Naomi shook her head. “No, not yet. Hey,” she said, turning to Carolyn, “Why don’t you come over to my place tonight? It’s been forever since we’ve had a girls’ night out!”

“I’d love to!” said Carolyn, smiling. Then her smile faded a little, and her eyes seemed to cross in puzzlement. She pressed her pink index finger to her lower lip, as if searching for something in her memory. “Hmm…” she said. “Except… I don’t know, I feel like I’m already doing something tonight.”

“Oh?” said Naomi, a look of mild disappointment coming over her beautiful face.

With a barely audible *click*, Althea, looking suddenly distracted and unfocused, pulled back the clear-glossed nail of her right index finger.

“Yeah,” said Carolyn. “Weird. It’s just a feeling, but I can’t think of what it could be.” The android gave a nervous laugh. “Don’t you just hate when that happens?”

In what seemed almost like a single swift and fluid motion, Althea’s left hand lifted Naomi’s silky hair off of Naomi’s left ear, while the index finger of her right hand, eSATAp cable protruding, jabbed in behind the ear. The receptionist unit’s facial expression immediately froze in place, lips locked in a curious “Oh?” that now resembled an expression of surprise, and an audible *beep* could be heard as Naomi seemed to suddenly bend forward, thrusting out her buttocks, her arms falling away from Carolyn’s and locking at the elbows a few inches down. Naomi froze in that awkward position like a statue.

Carolyn appeared to observe this without comment, an impassive expression on her face. As the receptionist unit’s hands fell away from her own she reached out to lay her palms against Naomi’s upper arms instead, and then tilted her head, as if curious as to why she had done so. She looked into Naomi’s frozen grey eyes and took in the seemingly shocked look on the other android’s face, but no thoughts in particular arose from this. Then her eyes drifted down toward the other android’s ample cleavage, which she could now view from the perfect angle. Naomi really does have nice breasts, said Carolyn to herself. I’ve said it to her before, but I should really say it again. It’s better that she hears it from us girls rather than the pigs who work here.

Slowly, and for no particular reason, Carolyn moved her palms up Naomi’s arms to the receptionist’s shoulders and closed her hands around them. Then she seemed to think of something. She moved in closer toward the receptionist android, and felt Naomi’s circular lips press into her shoulder, and Naomi’s fine breasts pressed against her upper stomach. Carolyn then dragged her hands down Naomi’s backside, to the pressed white mini-skirt that was now lifted well above the dark flesh of the receptionist’s gluteals. She tried to close her hands around Naomi’s cheeks, attempting to cup one in each palm, and found that she could not do it: the gluteals were so gigantic that her fingers remained several inches apart. The smooth protuberances were hard as rocks, all artificial flesh frozen in place. Carolyn giggled. “Hey, Althea!” she said.

Althea appeared to hear Carolyn. The other android, with her right arm now locked in a rigid karate chop gesture less than a foot from the receptionist’s ear, turned her head and upper body toward Carolyn in jerks and insect-like motions, the eSATAp cable spooling out from her index finger to cover the extra few inches from Naomi. Althea’s face was completely lifeless, without expression, but on facing Carolyn the corners of her mouth turned up for a few seconds in a mechanical way and formed a kind of artificial smile. Then they dropped again, and Althea jerked away from facing Carolyn to go back to staring into empty space.

Carolyn unclasped her hands, straightened up, and appeared to lose interest in talking to Althea. She brushed a blonde strand of hair out of her eyes and patted her shirt where Naomi’s lips had touched it. Then she slowly walked around the frozen receptionist, and looked at where her hands had been. Her eyes flitted from Naomi to Althea and back again. Hmm, she said to herself. Same shape, though.

With her body bent at a 45° angle, Naomi’s miniskirt was now hiked nearly halfway up her backside, leaving very little to the imagination. The receptionist robot appeared not to be wearing panties. Carolyn sighed, reached out, and rolled the skin-tight skirt up the rest of the way to check. Nope. No panties. Why does she dress like this? thought Carolyn, surveying the other android’s bare ass. She just encourages them!

All of a sudden the receptionist seemed to start up, jerking into an upright position with a *beep*. Carolyn, startled, let go of Naomi’s skirt, which remained folded up over the curve of the other android’s buttocks, stretched like an elastic band. A square patch of the secretary’s shirt, between her shoulderblades, seemed to rise up, and then to move under the fabric in a circular motion, as if turning on a screw; an electric grow, now uncovered, emanated from the area where it had arisen. Naomi suddenly spoke: “Attention,” she said, her West Indian accent now slightly more prominent, “You must be an administrator to alter these files.”

Carolyn tried to lift Naomi’s arms to peel her shirt over her head, but found that they remained frozen by her sides, so after rolling up the other robot’s shirt to reveal a back access panel Carolyn simply stretched it over the receptionist’s head like a hoodie to hold it in place. “Attention,” Naomi repeated, “You must be an administrator to alter these files.”

Carolyn looked at the touchscreen panel, on which a previously hidden file folder was now highlighted. “Attention. You must be an administrator to alter these files.” Both Carolyn and Althea had been given all of the necessary administrator passwords, but Althea, now operating merely as a computer conduit, was not presently able to recall and input them manually, as was now demanded by the password prompt screen displayed on Naomi’s back panel. “Attention. You must be an administrator to alter these files.”

Carolyn frowned. The screen had only come up because the folder was hidden on a virtual drive that should have been empty. It was marked “@LEsk_69”. She thumbed it open. “Attention. You must be an administrator to alter these files.” The folder just seemed to contain random off-licence personality apps: Carolyn saw a bunch of programs with labels like “SuperSodomyv11.exe”, “Sodomy69.exe”, “FinalFellatio.exe,” “Ulti_Fellatio.exe,” “AbsolutAnal.exe,” “BGGW.exe, TimeWipe.exe,” etc., etc., etc. “Attention. You must be an administrator to alter these files.” Without giving it any thought, Carolyn highlighted the entire folder and entered the administrator’s password.

“Are you sure you want to delete these files?” asked Naomi, her tone one of smooth sweetness.

Carolyn thumbed “Yes.”

With an electronic *whirrr*, the patch of brown flesh that had risen to uncover the back access panel swiveled back over it and slid down into place, the seams in Naomi’s dark skin instantly resealing themselves. The receptionist suddenly reassumed her original frozen position, bending back into a 45° angle at the waist, her lips reforming into their “Oh” of surprise, her buttocks bumping up against Carolyn’s crotch as they thrust out once more. Althea, too, seemed to jerk a little, and to say something unintelligable, before resuming her stare into empty space. With a smile, Carolyn brought the white shirt off of Naomi’s head, pulled it down, and pressed it flat against the receptionist’s back with both palms; then she replaced Naomi’s skirt as well, stretching it down as far as it would go, and smoothing out the wrinkles over each bulging, half-covered cheek with her hands.

For a moment Carolyn stood back, her hands on her hips, surveying both of the other androids with a look of satisfaction on her face. Then a certain distractedness, or a kind of mild confusion, appeared to come over her once again. Suddenly bored, she retrieved her Nokia from her purse, and began to play Tetris.

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