Daydreaming

Daydreaming

Pt. 1 - Not enough sleep...

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“Everything starts as somebody’s daydream” - Larry Niven

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It was just another day at work, toiling away in obscurity at the local retail store. Phillip wanted out of this hell, but the current environment made it difficult to find a better job, so here he was.

Unfortunately he was working with his coworker Krystina, an attractive Pacific Islander about his age with dark, non-product hair. Despite her looks, she had an abrasive personality which clashed with his on more than one occasion. He often found himself succumbing to his urges towards her, since they shared common interests and she could occasionally be adorable, only for her to suddenly switch moods and become the most aggravating person he had ever met.

“Alright Phillip, let’s get started on this project,” she said, gathering the papers we needed to reconfigure the floor for the new season.

“Okay,” he said, sighing as he followed her to where they were going to be working.

Fortunately, they were in at 6:00am, so they had several hours to work before the store opened for customers.

“Alright Krystina, do you have everything planned out yet?” he asked, rubbing his red eyes. He was used to waking up at 10:00am, so he didn’t get much sleep.

“Not yet,” she said, looking around at the department with the look in her eyes that always gave him a headache, the look of her rapidly changing her mind.

“I thought you had planned everything last night,” he said, slowly getting frustrated with her. He just wanted to get working before they ran out of time.

“I did, but it’s different when I actually get started,” she said, going over her notes and looking around.

“Still, we don’t have much time to work,” he said.

“I know that,” she snapped, “We don’t have everything in yet, so we have to make a few changes,” she said.

“Okay,” he said, and he stood back and waited.

As he waited, he saw her begin to act a little strangely. She seemed more on edge than he had seen her, and she was quietly muttering to herself.

“Krystina, are you alright?” he asked.

“What?” she asked, jerking her head in his direction.

“I said, are you alright?” he repeated.

“Of course I am,” she said, “I’m just trying to think of what to do here,” she said, wildly flashing the papers in front of his face.

“Well, maybe I can help,” he suggested.

“No, you can’t!” she yelled, “Only I can,” she said.

“Why?” he asked, “I’ve been working here longer than you have,” he said.

“I don’t…” she said, suddenly jerking violently, her eyes spinning in every direction.

“Krystina?” Phillip said, watching as his coworker had some sort of violent episode in front of his eyes. He was so shocked, all he could do was watch as she got worse.

“don’t…don’t…don’t…caaaaaaaarrrrrrreeeee,” she said, her voice winding down and her body slumping in its stance. A small puff of smoke emerged from her mouth, which was still slightly opened. Her eyes also went completely dark.

Phillip stared at her inert body for several seconds before his brain caught up to what was happening. Krystina was a robot.

Once his brain fully processed that thought, another thought surfaced. He was turned on by what he just saw.

As things stood now, she was frozen upright a few feet in front of him, completely off guard. It took a while to move, because his brain was wrestling with the ethics of the situation, but ultimately his arousal won out over ethics, so he slowly approached her.

Trying to decide what to do first, he decided to feel her skin. Slowly reaching out his hand to her face, he let his fingers gently stroke the soft skin of her face, feeling the contours of her cheeks and lips.

“Wow, you feel absolutely real,” he gasped, feeling butterfly’s in his stomach dancing at the thoughts that were running through his mind.

Before he could do anything else though, the door leading to the loading dock suddenly burst open and a small group of men walked out and towards him.

“What’s going on here?” he demanded, seeing them pull out small devices and running them over Krystina’s inert body.

“Phillip, is it?” one of the men said, shaking his hand.

“Yes,” he said, supremely confused.

“My name’s Steven,” he said, “I’m sorry for the confusion, but if you’ll come with me, I’ll explain everything,” he said, and the other men with him lifted Krystina’s body onto a small gurney and carried her out.

“Okay,” Phillip said, following Steven out through the loading dock and into a large moving truck just outside the loading dock.

When they got into it, he saw an awesome display of computers and equipment. The men deposited Krystina’s body onto an examination table and then started activating all the nearby equipment.

“So Phillip, have you guessed what she is?” Steven asked.

“She’s a robot” he said.

“Yes, I built her and released her into the public to see how she interacts with people in a natural setting,” Steven said, “And to see if she could pass as a human,”

“Well, she certainly fooled me,” Phillip said, watching as the men began to slowly strip Krystina’s clothing off.

“That’s good to hear,” Steven smiled.

“So, what happened to her,” Phillip asked, now seeing the men remove a panel of skin on her abdomen and plug in some cables.

“It would seem she overheated,” Steven said, noting the smoke rising from her open panel.

“I see,” Phillip said, “Was it something I did?” he asked.

“No, you may have made things worse, but you couldn’t have been the cause,” he said, seeing the men remove a chip, “Faulty processor,” he explained.

“Oh,” Phillip said, “Did she know she was a robot?” he asked.

“Yes, but she was programmed to act as human as possible, not telling anyone,” Steven said.

“Okay,” Phillip said.

“So, you want to get a closer look?” Steven asked, seeing Phillip eyeing her naked body with the exposed machinery.

“Seriously?” Phillip asked, still trying to process what Steven had told him.

“Yeah, I don’t mind, and based on her logs and what she has said to me, she does kind of like you,” Steven said.

“She does?” Phillip asked incredulously, “I’ve been getting the impression that she doesn’t quite like me,” he said, slowly walking over to her.

“Well, I did program her to be as human as possible,” Steven said, “She has felt conflicted, because she is in a slight position of authority over you, even though you have seniority, so she has been acting out instead of dealing with her feelings,” he said.

“Wow, the female mind never ceases to surprise me,” Phillip said.

“Indeed,” Steven agreed, “So feel free to do whatever you like, she won’t mind,” he said.

“Alright,” Phillip said, and he looked down at her naked body.

Krystina was no supermodel, but she did have a nice body. Aside from the hole in her abdomen, she had some well-defined abs, and a large chest. She had tanned skin, and she had slightly oval shaped eyes; her eyes were still dark.

He grabbed her large breasts and gently squeezed them. He was amazed with how real they looked and felt; even the skin reacted to his touches.

“She’s amazing!” Phillip said, moving to other areas of her body, including the panel.

“Thanks,” Steven said, I based her off the combination of me and my wife’s images, as though she were my own daughter,” he said, stroking her forehead.

“Are you an inventor?” Phillip asked, looking in at the marveling display of technology in Krystina’s panel. There appeared to be a complex CPU array, as well as tubes and wires connecting all sorts of things together.

“Of sorts,” Steven said, “I just wanted to see if it could be done,”

“Well, it can,” Phillip said, now moving down to her feet. He had always wanted to see her feet, but she never took her shoes off…even to try on shoes that interested her at work. He was surprised to see that they were slightly moist, and they smelled like she had been wearing shoes for several hours.

“Amazing huh?” Steven said, “It’s a simple solution which smells just like sweat,” he said.

“Yes,” Phillip said, pressing her feet into his face, “So, is she fixed yet?” he asked.

“Just about,” Steven said, looking at the monitors, “Just making running a few diagnostics to make sure she didn’t suffer any system errors as a result of the overheat.

“Oh,” Phillip said, and he watched as Steven finished up on the computer and then pulled a new processor from a drawer and brought it over to Krystina’s open panel.

“So, if all her processing equipment is in here,” Phillip said, pointing at the CPU array that Steven was hooking the processor to, “Then what’s in her head?” he asked.

“Sub-processors to facilitate sensory input, as well as the facial mechanisms,” Steven explained.

“Oh, that makes sense I suppose,” Phillip said, “So does that mean she could function without her head?”

“Yes,” he said, “There’s a small panoramic camera with a microphone that pops up from her neck when her head is removed,”

“Cool,” Phillip said.

“Yeah, though I’m hoping one day to refine all this technology so her CPU array can fit in her head,” he said.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Phillip agreed.

“Anyway, I’m ready to reactivate her now,” Steven said, “Would you like to do the honors?” he offered.

“Sure,” Phillip said, “Will she react well to me seeing her like this?” he asked, hesitating a bit.

“She shouldn’t,” Steven said, thinking a little, “Again, she does like you, but she may be embarrassed that you found out about her this way,” he said, “She wanted to see how long she could fool you,”

“Yep, that sounds like her,” Phillip said, “She acts like that when she hears about things and then tries telling me, only to find out I had heard about them too,” he said.

“I guess I made her a little too real, didn’t I?” Steven laughed out loud.

“Yep, but she did fool me,” Phillip laughed.

“Alright, you can turn her on by pressing here,” Steven said, pointing at a green button near a status monitor on her CPU array.

“Sounds easy enough,” Phillip said, and he put his finger on the button and pressed it. A few seconds later, he saw a bunch of LEDs light up in the array, and the status monitor lit up with lines of code moving rapidly across the screen. He also heard cooling fans kick in, as well as the hum of all the electronics that were activating.

“How long did it take to build her?” Phillip asked, watching the diagnostic running on her status monitor.

“Better part of ten years,” Steven said, “But she is every bit the daughter my wife and I always wanted,” he said.

“When did she come online?” Phillip asked.

“A few weeks before she was hired here,” Steven answered.

“Wow, and this was the place you chose to send her?” Phillip asked, “It’s a hellhole,”

“That may be true, but it is also one of the best places for her to observe all types of human behavior,” Steven said.

“Well, I suppose you’re right,” Phillip said, “Any idea how much longer she’ll take to activate?” he asked.

“Should be another minute or so,” Steven said, “She’s programmed to run extensive diagnostics to repair errors caused by a sudden shutdown,” he said.

“Okay,” Phillip said, and he continued to wait.

Finally, a little over a minute later, the screen changed from a diagnostic to a boot up screen. Lines of code streamed by again, and then… Krystina’s eyes suddenly came back to life, and she jerked.

“Whoa!” she yelled, “What happened?” she asked, looking around wildly.

“One of your processors overheated dear,” Steven said, walking into her view.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” she asked.

“I staged myself outside because I was afraid this early morning schedule might mess with some of your systems,” he explained, “Looks like I was right,” he smiled.

“Well, am I fixed now?” she asked.

“Yes, and Phillip is here too,” he said.

“What?” she asked, and she turned and looked at him, suddenly blushing, “I was hoping you wouldn’t find out about me,” she said.

“Well, I did,” Phillip said, “And you know what, I don’t care,” he said.

“You don’t?” she asked, looking a little relieved.

“No, you look, and have acted, so real that you must in some way be real,” Phillip said.

“Wow, all this worrying for nothing,” she said, looking disappointed.

“Yeah, now I don’t have to worry either,” he said, and when she gave him a confused look, he said, “I didn’t know you actually liked me, and that made me…apprehensive about asking you out,”

“Oh, so you like me too then?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said, “Even though you annoy me on occasion, I can’t help but be attracted to you for some reason,” he said.

“That means a lot to me,” she said, blushing even more, “So, what do you think of me?” she asked, looking down at her naked body with the panel still open on her abdomen.

“You look great,” he complimented her, “And I must confess I was somewhat turned on by your mechanical nature,” he said, starting to blush himself.

“I think I’ll leave you two alone now,” Steven said, suddenly excusing himself.

“Alright, thanks Dad,” Krystina said, and Steven gave them both a smile before leaving.

Suddenly remembering the other two men, Phillip looked around and saw them both standing motionless at the other end of the lab; apparently they were robots too.

“Well, you’re dad is certainly talented,” Phillip said, averting his gaze from the two assistant-droids and looking back at Krystina, who was now sliding off the table to her bare feet.

“Yes, I’m still grateful that he created me,” she said, stretching her body out. He was fascinated to see that the metal outline of the panel bent and moved with her.

“So, do you want to get back in and work?” he asked.

“Fuck work, let’s fuck each other,” she said.

“I’m good for that,” he said, starting to take his clothes off, “Though this job is hell to me, I’m still not keen on losing it,” he said.

“We can worry about that later,” she said, watching him undress, “Besides, you keep boasting about being a master, so you should have no trouble catching up on the time lost,” she said, giving him the same smile and voice that usually got his blood boiling. It was funny, now that he knew she liked him, it seemed to turn him on.

Once he was naked, he quickly flaunted his body in front of her. “I’m not going to make you overheat again, will I?” he asked with a smile.

“You look good, but not that good,” she smiled back.

“Ouch,” he said mockingly.

“Sorry, it’s true,” she said back, and then she threw herself at him.

The level of pleasure he felt when her perfect skin, with the section missing, made contact with his almost made him pass it in sheer bliss. His skin, no, his whole body rejoiced at feeling hers press against his.

After a few minutes of foreplay, she laid back down on the examination table and let him get on top of her. She looked down at her pussy with a welcoming look, and he responded by inserting his stiff member into it.

As he began pumping himself into her, she moved with him in rhythm and began crying his name out.

“Oh yes, Phillip…Phillip…Phillip!"

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“Phillip!”

“Hey Phillip, are you listening to me?,” Krystina said again, snapping him out of his daydream, “What are you doing, daydreaming?” she asked.

“Actually yes,” he said, “What were you saying?” he asked.

“I have a plan, let’s get to work,” she said, walking over to where she decided to get started.

“Finally,” he muttered under his breath, “Alright, let’s do it,” he said, sighing as he followed her.

“Must have been an interesting daydream,” she smiled, “You were out of it,”

“You can say that,” he said, with a smile before getting to work on the wall she handed him the paper for.

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Pt. 2 - Bored to tears

Coming soon...

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Pt. 3 - Epiphany

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