Dyson Family Values

Part 1

Neil quickly walked down the long, well-appointed lobby of the Dyson Institute. Most guys might have lingered to enjoy the view of the beautiful female patrons and the even more beautiful staff members. But this was hardly his first time here. The staff gave him warm smiles and long gazes unbefitting a pudgy young man. The women would’ve been less excited to see Brad Pitt stroll by. Neil tried to ignore the stares and shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his Jeans. The attention creeped him out every time. He reached the reception desk and the girl practically jumped out of her chair with glee, “Neil Oh my God It’s great to see you I’ll tell Dr. Dyson you’re here right away.” Neil nodded and thanked the girl before tugging nervously at the front of his polo shirt. He should have worn a tie. She giggled and picked up the phone. It was a different girl than the last time, but then again it normally was. It was a good job to give girls who were having problems with their legs, he figured. He half expected to lean over and see the girl attached to the chair just below the navel. “Dr. Dyson is in the middle of a post-treatment consultation, if you could wait five minutes before heading back there, it’ll give her time to finish.” Neil knew enough to see through the euphemism. He checked the clock; he was 10 minutes early. He guessed she was trying to squeeze in another robotic romp before seeing him. He didn’t do a good job of hiding his distaste. The girl at the desk was unfazed, “If there’s anything I can do for you while you wait, don’t hesitate to ask, Neil. My name is Carly.” She grinned at him with her chest forward and left no doubt as to how broad her definition of ‘anything’ was. Neil rolled his eyes. “Thanks, but I’ll be fine.” Even if she was a machine, he considered it cheating on his girlfriend to sample the wares. And he didn’t care whether the receptionist was an AI or not, although by the syntax and contractions, he figured the girl used to be real. He corrected himself the way Dr. Dyson would, ‘used to be organic’. There were a few other women near the reception desk waiting, and Neil took the chair the furthest away from them. Even so, he noticed one of the women whispering to her friend while they both looked at him. The woman being whispered to rose her eyes in surprise upon hearing who Neil was. He gave them a wave and turned away. Bad idea, Carly was sneaking peeks at him. He grumbled and began staring at the ceiling. At least there weren’t any robotic women up there staring at him. About five minutes later Carly called him over, “She’s ready to see you now.” Neil got up, straightened his shirt, and walked through the solid doors to the left of the reception desk. The area beyond the desk didn’t look much different than the lobby, but it sounded different. Despite the soundproofing efforts, Neil could still hear the soft moans of robotic women, the whirr of new components being tested, and the occasional squeal of rapture. Thankfully, he didn’t have to go far. But the trip wasn’t short enough to avoid ramming into a woman zipping around a corner. Neither of them fell over, but Neil got a handful of naked boob as he braced himself for impact. The woman looked to be in her mid thirties, blonde with brown eyes. Instinctively, Neil looked down and saw her large breasts and toned, lightly tanned body with another tuft of blonde hair just above her pussy. “I’m sorry, sir. I should’ve looked where I was going. Is this the way to the lubricant flushing station?” Neil paused to untangle himself, bring his gaze to her face, and try to remember what’s in this area. “I think so. Last time I checked, it was up this hallway to the right. There should be a sign on the door.” She smiled and thanked him, completely at ease with her own nudity. “You’re the first man I’ve seen back here. I thought Dr. Dyson only hired women.” “As far as I know, that’s true. But I’m not on staff.” “I didn’t know they let husbands back here.” “They usually don’t, but I’m not a robot’s husband.” The nude blonde pressed on, intrigued by the sudden puzzle. “I haven’t heard of any male chassis, are you going to transfer into a female body?” Neil had his fill of her, “Nope, now if you’ll excuse me, I have to see Dr. Dyson.” The blonde got a big smile on her face with a hundred-yard stare and absently ran a hand against her left thigh. Neil realized that there weren’t any other doors behind her except the door he was headed toward. The blonde must have been the reason for the delay. Yet another reason to cut off this conversation. But she had recovered and placed a hand on his arm, “OK, I give up, tell me your story.” Neil sighed, “If you’re going to live as a robotic woman, you’re going to need to learn to keep secrets and respect secrets being kept.” He knew the real answer would lead to a longer conversation. The blonde smiled even wider at being called a robotic woman and moved her hand to her paplexus panel. Neil took the opportunity to get around her. She turned to watch him leave, “I’ll see you around, then. Give my regards to Dr. Dyson ” Neil gave a half-hearted wave and entered the office without knocking. And there was his mother, sitting behind her desk in nothing but blue lingerie beneath an unbuttoned lab coat. Dr. Elaine Dyson lifted her head and smiled broadly before putting down her pen and buttoning up. “Neil I’m so glad you were able to stop by. Come on over here and give mommy a hug.” Neil reacted the way you’d figure a 23-year-old would react to his mother wanting a hug and a kiss: with a large degree of highly visible discomfort. But still, he returned the hug and didn’t freak out when she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Hi Mom, everything going well?” Dr. Dyson led them over to the couch, but Neil declined to sit down. He couldn’t be sure what had been going on atop the sofa just ten minutes before, and didn’t want to be musing upon the subject. So mom got the couch and Neil got out a folding chair. “It’s going superbly, Neil. We just had a consult with the first lady of France. That could be the one client who gets better upgrades than me. So your father and I might be spending our 25th anniversary in Paris as personal consultants to the first lady. I guess I’ll have to brush up on my French.” Neil nodded along, as usual a little uneasy about how his mother’s synthetic women were so close to so much political and economic power. Even if it was his mother, Such control over so much authority must have been a temptation. “But what about you? How’s my little executive?” Neil rolled his eyes, “C’mon mom, you know I’m still in my first year at Stanley. I don’t even have a title yet.” “Exactly, you don’t have one yet, but I’m sure you’re going to just zoom ahead. Not as fast as if you took a job here, of course.” Neil groaned, “It’s bad enough visiting with everyone knowing I’m your son. I couldn’t handle working here every day.” “Yes, what a trial it would be to have beautiful female androids at your beck and call all day. You know, we just converted a girl last week who would be perfect for you. She’s the sweetest young thing. Red hair, studying to be a dentist, and dimples you wouldn’t...” Neil cut his mom short, “Please mom, stop trying to hook me up with your sloppy seconds.” It was a little cruder than he might have liked, but his mom had been trying to set him up with newly roboticized women for almost as long as newly roboticized women existed. Dr. Dyson merely chuckled at her son’s rebuke. “I’ll have you know that I haven’t been with her yet. Although she did opt for the enhanced oral package, so she should...” “MOM ” Neil said, a little frustrated, “I’m really not interested in talking about that sort of thing with you.” Elaine smiled warmly, “such a proper gentleman, I don’t know where you get it from.” It wasn’t the first time Neil had heard that, and it was such a ‘through the looking glass’ thing to say, expressing bemusement that your son isn’t as promiscuous as you are. “Probably too much television, but that does lead in to why I came here. Mom, I’m getting married.” Dr. Dyson gasped and nearly screamed with delight at the news. While she suppressed the vocals, she couldn’t help but leap across the room and give her son a hug. “Congratulations Oh my goodness, this is such fantastic news I can’t wait to meet her, tell me all about her. Have you decided on a date? Does she need bridesmaids? How did you two meet? Wh-wh-what does she do for a liiiiiving? How-how did you propose?” Dr. Dyson saw error messages flash across her head’s up display. The excitement had overwhelmed even her own top-of-the-line systems. She stopped talking, fluidly went back to her seat and unbuttoned the middle of her lab smock. A panel below her ribcage recessed and retracted. She then took a fingernail and manipulated a small dial inside. That decreased the simulated adrenaline response in her systems. And just as smoothly, the panel went back into its proper position and the edges faded into invisibility. Neil watched quietly as his mother composed herself the way an android does. It hadn’t been so long since the sight of his mother without one of her panels made him cringe and turn away. Now it barely registered with him. Dr. Dyson took a deep simulated breath, blinked rapidly and vocalized, “Response routine overridden, resuming normal operation. “I’m Sorry, Neil. I got a little excited there. But I’m so happy for you. When do I get to meet my new daughter-in-law? You’ll have to give me lots of pictures so we can mock up her head and torso.” Neil frowned, “No, Mom. That was the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. I don’t want you or anyone else turning her into a robot.” Elaine looked visibly shocked, and speechless beyond that. “Neil, I... don’t know what to say. This is the perfect female existence, the ability to be optimized for her, and your, pleasure. I don’t see why you wouldn’t give her the option.” “I’ve heard the mantra before, mom. I love her just the way she is, and I don’t want her optimized or convinced that she needs optimizing. And I need to be sure that she loves me, and she’s not just programmed to love me.” He stared her down, dead in the eye. It wasn’t a conversation he had been eager to have. “That’s not how it works, son. You know that.” “All the same, I’d rather not be married to someone with a brain designed by my mother. And I’d rather she not be obsessed by her own body.” Elaine was a little hurt by that. Neil had called her a narcissist on many occasions since she revealed to her family what she had been working on and what she had become. She had thought all the reservations he developed had been ironed out. “Neil, you know I only want what’s best for you.” Neil stood up, “No, you want what’s best for you. It’s why you ditched us and worked on turning yourself into a happy little windup toy.” If he wasn’t already so on edge, he wouldn’t have brought that up. His mom and dad had separated for two years, but hadn’t gotten a divorce. His father had welcomed Elaine back, but Neil wasn’t quite as willing to forgive the absence. Dr. Dyson knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Neil, “OK, I’ll respect your wishes. Your father, sister, and I are still invited to the wedding, aren’t we?” Neil calmed down a bit with his mother’s response, “Of course you are. It’s going to be in May, probably the third Saturday. Zoe wants to have it at St. John’s Cathedral downtown.” “Ah so my daughter-in-law-to-be is named Zoe.” The smile had crept back onto Elaine’s face. Neil smiled back a little, “Yes, I met her at work, she works in accounts payable. You’ll like her.” “I’m sure I will.” Dr. Dyson and her son said their goodbyes and Neil left. They both realized it was best to leave on that note rather than possibly get worked up again. Although, the modification Dr. Dyson had performed made her relatively mellow for the moment. She reached back into herself and reset her emotional responses to their base parameters. Then she flipped through the big file, the list of every android currently in operation. Of course, it was a spreadsheet and not a stack of paper, but the motion was similar. She scanned the list at great speed before finding the woman she was looking for.

VX9348 - Camilla Taylor - Manager, Accounts Payable Department, Stanley Enterprises

Neil was on his way into the reception area when he heard a voice behind him, accompanied by the sound of rapid footsteps “Neil Wait up ” It was his sister bouncing down the hallway. And he did mean bounce; Jessica had a substantial pair of breasts beneath her gray tanktop. He tried not to notice, though. Despite the sprint, Jessica wasn’t breathing heavily. No sense in keeping up the illusion back here.

Neil smiled, “hey there, Tin Tits. How are things?” Jessica scrunched up her face and punched her brother in the arm. “They’re good, meatbag. I can’t believe you were going to leave without saying hi to your sister. Carly had to give me a call.” Neil shrugged, “I had to talk to Mom about something. Actually, I might as well tell you too; I’m getting married.” Jessica squealed and jumped up and down, bright red hair flying everywhere, before punching her brother again, “you were going to leave without telling me that? You asshole.” “Cybercunt.” “Ugly bag of mostly water.” Neil sighed. He had the world’s hottest trekkie as a sister. “We’re not getting married until May, and I was going to tell you Saturday.” Neil and Jessica had a standing, monthly movie date for a Saturday matinee. It was a nice brother/sister bonding ritual they had done for years. In college, Neil had driven home for the weekend, five hours each way, to keep their monthly date. Jessica couldn’t contain her smile, “Can I be a bridesmaid? Pleeeeease let me be a bridesmaid.” She clasped her hands together in a begging pose, which only served to increase the length of her cleavage. “Maybe all her bridesmaids can be android women, and we can wear silver bridesmaid dresses and it would be soooo hot even if most of the people there won’t get it.” Jessica looked like she could bounce right out her clothes in excitement over the idea. Neil had to remind himself that this was his sister, even if she was inorganic now, and enjoying the jiggling wasn’t right. “We’ll see. Zoe and I are on step one of this thing and that’s step twenty or so.” “Well, congratulations, big brother.” Jessica leaned over and gave her brother a kiss on the cheek. “Have you told her about android women yet? Mom would’ve told me if she was already one of us.” Neil tried not to let his sister see how much ‘one of us’ bugged him, “No, and I want to be the one who tells her, so no hunting her down and spilling the beans, ok?” He didn’t feel like getting into a fight with Jessica over Zoe not becoming an android woman. His explanation would keep the issue up in the air until later. Jessica gave him an ‘OK’ sign and kept smiling. Neil had to reluctantly admit she was happier this way as opposed to the overweight teenager with acne and stringy brown hair. Sometimes though, the difference was so stark he wondered if it was all Jessica inside there. “Listen, since you already know we’re getting married, how about I bring Zoe along for our matinee of the month?” Jessica stopped for a moment. This was usually just something the two of them did. “Sure, I’ve already got that time hollowed out in my schedule, we can make that happen.” Neil could sense his sister’s reticence, “Are you sure it’s fine? We can always do it later, have you and mom meet her at the same time.” “No, this will work out better. Just don’t be surprised if I show up in that silver fancy dress.” They both had a laugh at that. “I have to go supervise a stress test, so I’ll see you on Saturday, OK?” Neil nodded at his sister as she sprinted back the other way down the hallway. He desperately tried to think of something unsexy that she could be stress testing, and similarly hoped Jessica would be on the sidelines and not at the center of the festivities. There’s nothing quite so scarring as seeing your little sister partially disassembled and participating in a test of an android anus with a big fake cock ramming into it and her screaming for more. He smacked himself across the face to knock the image loose and exited the institute.

Part 2

Camilla Taylor leaned back in her chair and lazily fiddled with her open paplexus panel. She especially enjoyed playing with the cable snaking from above her pussy, up through the desk, to the back of her laptop. The text export software Dyson had given her made typing up these reports so much faster and infinitely more enjoyable. Plus it was such a turn-on to know people could see the end of the cord plugged into her laptop, without knowing the other end was connected to a synthetic woman. It felt so naughty to be in her office with her skirt hiked up. She never would have considered being in such a state in here before that trip to the Dyson Institute. She stopped producing text in order to revel in the memory. That first glimpse inside an android woman. Seeing her face on a disembodied robotic head talking and smiling back at her. Laying down on that couch and waking up with those now-familiar status reports in her vision... Camilla had to cut the orgasm sequence short. There were limits to what she would let herself do during working hours. She pulled her skirt back down, but left the cord plugged in. Although the keystrokes weren’t being registered, she went through the motions of typing with her hands while the actual text was being inputted at a much faster rate. Camilla finished the bulk of the day’s paperwork in short order. With that done, she punched a few keys on the phone to call in one of her subordinates, “Dana, I’d like to see you, please.” A minute later, a tall brunette wearing a nicely made coffee-colored suit entered Camilla’s office. Camilla smiled, “Lock the door, Dana.” Dana smiled back and complied. She confidently walked over to the desk and gave Camilla a kiss. They weren’t frequent lovers, but –working so closely together– they were very friendly. Dana was the one who ended the kiss, taking a seat on the other side of the desk. Camilla leaned forward, “So, I heard someone is running off solid-state memory now.”

Dana grinned and began opening up her blazer and blouse. “That’s where I was this weekend, getting some upgrades along with my 3000 mile oil change.” The two android women laughed softly, Dana at a bit of a higher pitch in more of a giggle. As organic women, Dana had been 24 to Camilla’s 37, although those were largely meaningless numbers to them now. “Congratulations on your three-month anniversary, then.” Camilla said. “Mine is next week, so I wanted to get the skinny on what’s available.” Dana pulled back the sides of her top, revealing her naked, bra-less breasts. She had elected to keep her barely-there chest in the end, feeling anything more would bring too much attention to her change and force a wardrobe overhaul. She tilted her head back and downright purred as the seam appeared down the middle of her sternum and her chest clicked open. Camilla disengaged her laptop link and went to the other side of the desk to take a peek inside. She opened up the brunette’s chest fully and gently pushed some wires and tubes to the side. Dana said nothing, instead softly smiling at her open chest and her boss examining her perfect android nature. Camilla spotted the new memory drive. She loved how the Dyson engineers had given it a pink casing in contrast with all the black and silver around it. Although there were no tactile sensors around it, Dana couldn’t suppress a moan as Camilla ran a finger along her new memory core. All her memories, her personality programming, and the extra programming bestowed upon her by the Dyson Institute were inside that brick. Camilla could feel herself getting hot too around this exposed synthetic woman. She leaned in for a kiss, but paused as a message flashed in her head’s up display. Dana had puckered up, but got concerned when her boss didn’t finish coming in. “Mrs. Taylor? Is everything alright?” Camilla blinked and extracted herself from Dana. “Yes, I believe so. I got a page from Dr. Dyson. I need to make a call. Close yourself up and return to your desk.” Dana folded her chest back in and watched the edges melt back together. She loved seeing that. She would’ve loved some more robo-fun with her boss, but when Dr. Dyson says jump, you jump. Besides, it’s not like she could really hold a grudge nowadays. While Dana continued to get back into working shape, Camilla sat down and opened a triple-password protected folder that contained analyses of all employees under her supervision with estimates for conversion success. Truthfully, the page hadn’t been marked as ‘urgent’, but this was like getting a call from the President, it immediately became a priority for you. The page was also empty of specifics, but if Dr. Dyson wanted candidates for transformation, Camilla would be ready. Dana finished buttoning her shirt, and checked her hair in a mirror on the wall. “OK, I’ll leave you to your call. Please extend my gratitude to Dr. Dyson for all her exquisite work.” She smoothed out her skirt in a fashion that let her linger on her own manufactured legs longer than necessary. Camilla nodded and shooed Dana out of the room, who made sure the door locked behind her. Camilla picked up the phone and dialed the Dyson Institute, plus a five digit extension. “Hello, this is Unit VX9348. Security code Foxy Unicorn Tango twenty-two.” She was nervous about calling the head honcho herself, even if they had shared a long ‘testing session’ together soon after VX9348 went online. She could swear her heart was pounding, even though she could see that her simulated pulse was within normal parameters. “Code accepted,” the voice at the other end replied, “please hold for Dr. Elaine Dyson. If this is not the party you wish to contact, please hang up and try again.” VX9348 calmly waited and listened to the phone ring. Her face was a mask of passivity. It rang 13 times before someone answered. “Hello, this is Dr. Dyson.” “This is unit VX9348, you sent me an alert. How can I help you?” Dr. Dyson put the phone to her chest, but VX9348 could still hear her. “Stephanie, could you please come back later? I promise I’ll thank you properly for the cunt-licking.” VX9348 heard some rustling before Dr. Dyson began speaking directly into the receiver. “Camilla, I’m so glad you could get back to me so quickly. How are your systems functioning?” “I’m functioning well within my design parameters.” “Now Camilla, don’t be coy. Tell me how much you enjoy being an android woman.” Camilla felt more like herself and at ease after Dr. Dyson’s friendly prompting.”My only regret is that I didn’t do it sooner. I’ve never felt so good so consistently for so long. And my productivity is up by so much. Words can’t describe how much I appreciate you giving me the chance at this perfect existence. A perfect android life. “And I’d be remiss if I didn’t relay the message that Dana Moss feels the same way.” Dr. Dyson recognized the name both from the long list of women associated with Stanley Enterprises and from the appointment book for last week. “I’m glad to hear both of you are enjoying yourselves. But that’s not why I asked you to call. I want you to arrange for someone to be introduced to the synthetic way of life. She works in your department. Her name is Zoe.” Camilla only had one girl named Zoe working for her, but she thought it was weird for the head of the Dyson Institute to target someone specific in her department but not make the offer herself. She checked Zoe’s file to make sure, but there was another thing that made it odd. “Yes, I have her file here. Zoe Baker, age 23. To tell you the truth, Dr. Dyson, her profile indicates she’d be a poor candidate and unlikely to take advantage of the opportunity to become robotic if offered. Of all the girls on this floor, she rates as the second least-likely prospect.” Elaine paused and thought it over. She had been hoping for better news. Still, Neil deserved a robotic wife, even if he didn’t know it yet. “It’s important for the Institute that she accept the offer. I’d like you to design an introduction scenario optimized for her. I’ll give you the number of the fabrication department here for any assistance you require.” The other synthetic woman was rightly puzzled. The standard operating procedure for recruitment had always been to search for low-lying fruit. Production and maintenance capacity was such a limiting factor that they could run at full tilt with just those candidates. And now that she thought about it, Dr. Dyson hadn’t even given her a last name. “Dr. Dyson, may I ask why she’s so important? She doesn’t seem to have any special talents or important familial relations. There are many other girls we’d have better chances with.” Dr. Dyson almost said ‘no familial relations yet’ in response, but kept it to herself. “I can’t tell you why she’s important, but rest assured, she is vital to the long-term health of the Institute. If you cannot do this for me, I can find someone else at Stanley more appreciative of the gift I’ve bestowed upon them.” VX9348 got tense again, “I will come up with a plan, ma’am. Would you like me to review it with you before implementation?” “Yes, of course. But I’d like this to be done quickly. Please have a plan to me by Monday.” Elaine didn’t think her son had told his fiancée about the Institute’s true purpose, especially without an android female nearby as proof. She wanted to make sure her side got to make their case first. And preferably be the only case made. VX9348 responded, “Affirmative. I will have the plan finished on time. May I enlist the help of other units in my office for assistance?” Dr. Dyson considered this, “Yes, I think you should. I look forward to hearing your plan. Goodbye, Camilla.” “Goodbye, Dr. Dyson.” Each synthetic woman hung up the phone on their end. Camilla leaned back in her chair and tried to process what had just happened. Or more accurately, what had just begun. She reached for the phone again and contacted Dana. “Dana, come here. There’s a special project I’ll need your help on. Get Ava, Katie, and Christine in here too, if they’re available.”

Part 3

Neil returned home to find his wife-to-be fixing them dinner. Even in sweats and an old T-shirt, seeing her made him grin like a mad man. He snuck behind her, wrapped his arms around her midsection and nuzzled her neck and the dark hair covering it. “Wow, what did I do right to deserve a total babe who also cooks.” Zoe put down the spoon and turned around to give Neil a kiss. After a quick one, she retorted, “It’s just hamburger helper. I’d love to see what you’d do if made a meatloaf.” “I’d explode.” They both chuckled. “I had one helluva day. I told my mom and Jessica about the engagement.” Zoe turned back to stir the pan of ground beef and noodles. “How’d they react to that announcement? Considering they still haven’t met me.” That was still a sore subject between them. Neil had been reluctant to expose Zoe to his... abnormal family. Zoe was an only child raised by her father and she craved being part of a traditional family unit. Too bad the Dysons were far from traditional once you got past the mom, dad, and two kids. Neil walked to the apartment’s bedroom to take off his work clothes. “My mom was pleased; my sister is already planning the wedding ceremony. I think she’s going to walk down the aisle as a bridesmaid whether we want her to or not.” Zoe took out two place settings and laid them out on the small breakfast nook table. “That’s fine with me; I’m going to need all the help I can get.” She went back to the stove and came back to the table with a trivet and the skillet of dinner. She set it down and realized she had almost forgotten the crushed red pepper Neil loved on Italian-style dishes. The water got poured right as Neil came back out in a T-shirt and shorts. He gave his fiancée another kiss before they sat down. “Betty Draper couldn’t have done better,” Neil said as he scooped himself some food. “I’m hoping our marriage turns out a little better than that, sweetie.” Neil laughed and the two of them continued to chat idly over their romantic dinner.

Camilla took her seat at the head of the table. The group had all left, and then come back well after hours so no one would notice them or disturb them inside a company meeting room. In terms of Stanley enterprises, she wasn’t the most senior employee in the room. In terms of Dyson, she wasn’t the longest-operating android woman. But Dr. Dyson had put her in charge.

There were three other android women at the table and two men who had android wives and were almost as willing as the women to help the Institute. Most of them knew who Zoe was, but only Ava had interacted with her outside of the office. It was one of the many problems Camilla faced. “OK, let’s get this started. We’re here because Dr. Dyson would like to see Zoe Baker join us as a synthetic woman. If anyone knows why, I’d be happy to hear it, because my analysis says she’s a poor candidate, and Dr. Dyson wouldn’t explain it to me.” The people at the table looked at each other for answers and got none. Except for Katie, who was reliving on her face a pleasant experience with the Doctor. Ignoring Katie, Camilla continued. “So we’re going to have to go to greater lengths in order to convince her. Part of the reason she’s not a good candidate is that we don’t have much data on her. We’ve got the basic biography down, but not the really personal stuff that would make this recruitment a slam dunk. She’s not married. She seems to have a healthy body image, but not overly so. We’re getting that mostly from appearance analysis. She dresses smartly, but not expensively. Ava chimed in, “that’s the impression I’ve gotten. She’s very comfortable with her life. She has a serious boyfriend, although there doesn’t seem to be any angst there to latch onto. My best guess is that she’s also sexually conservative, which doesn’t help us.” “She doesn’t surf the Web at work enough to get any information,” Camilla continued, “and no personal effects except some silk flowers.” Greg sighed, “Shit, how bland can you be? Just tell Dr. Dyson she can’t be recruited and let’s go on with our lives.” Camilla rolled her eyes, “I’ve tried explaining this to Dr. Dyson, but the request stands.” Katie had recovered and was back in the conversation, “I don’t think this is as hard as we’re making this. Being an android woman is clearly better. We don’t need to trick her or anything, just show her the truth and give her the opportunity to be a perfect, synthetic female.” Camilla appreciated the point about not needing to trick her, “Normally I’d agree, but if she flips out once one of us flashes an open panel, the game is up. Maybe she even convinces a cop to come investigate us. You can’t throw a rock in this building without hitting a synthetic woman or someone else who knows about the Dyson Institute.” David finally chimed in, “How about you take her out, go dancing or whatever it is synthetic women do as a group.” There were a few giggles, considering what android women love to do together. “OK, not that, but make her feel like one of the girls. Maybe you steer the conversation in a way that makes her think about robots. Prep her before you do the reveal.” Greg followed up, “Dress up really nicely too. Make her feel like she isn’t pretty enough. Be catty behind her back but within earshot. Exaggerate the amount of work you do in a day. If you can’t convince her a synthetic body would be better, convince her that staying in her current body is worse.” Camilla thought that Greg was an asshole, but she should probably incorporate that into any plan. The directive was to bring her into the fold, not preserve her self-esteem. “Then it’s settled. Ava, Dana; get together at some point tomorrow and invite Zoe to a night on the town. If you can get her to go on a shopping trip beforehand, I’ll authorize it for you. Unfortunately, I don’t think partying with the boss will get her to loosen up.” They all chuckled at that as the table emptied. Dana, who hadn’t talked during the meeting, quietly headed to the door before Camilla could catch up with her. “You were awfully quiet in there.” Dana shrugged, “I couldn’t help thinking of Gretchen. Two kids, husband ran out on her, diabetes, bad knees. If there’s anyone we should be helping it’s her, not someone who can’t immediately appreciate the gift being presented to her. The boss smiled a little bit, “That was one part of the plan I didn’t need to go over. Gretchen talks to Zoe all the time. They’re both going to be extended the chance to become synthetic, and hopefully Gretchen’s happiness will be contagious. Dana got a big smile on her previously troubled face before giving Camilla a big kiss.

Neil and Zoe sat atop a short dividing wall in front of the theater, waiting for Jessica to arrive. They didn’t talk; they just sat enjoying the breeze and the shade provided by the big tree. Neil was a little nervous that Jessica would dress the way she normally dressed in public: sparsely. It was bad enough when he had to watch guys ogle his sister. He didn’t want to explain to Zoe why his sister was such an exhibitionist. Zoe, on the other hand, was more worried about making a good first impression on her fiancé’s sister. It was obvious to her that Neil loved his sister very much. Plus she wanted to fit into his family like a round peg in a round hole. She had been rehearsing an introduction in her head since they sat down. Neil was first to spy Jessica coming around the corner. He was thankful she was dressed tastefully. The top went down to just above her navel, and the neckline didn’t expose much cleavage, although it hugged her breasts attractively. She was wearing low-riding jeans, but those were in style. Zoe saw an attractive woman turn the corner and caught Neil staring. “Hey mister, no window shopping, you’re about to be a married man.” At that point, Zoe realized the woman was smiling and walking directly toward them. “Hi, you must be Zoe. I’m Neil’s little sister Jessica. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Neil had to fight off a snorting laugh at Zoe’s initial statement and subsequent speechlessness. Zoe couldn’t believe Jessica and Neil were siblings, they looked so different. Plus Neil’s stories of the two of them made Jessica sound kinda dorky. “Hi Jessica, I’m glad you could come.” Zoe smiled broadly and Jessica smiled back. Zoe was still a bit flabbergasted, but was regaining her composure. Jessica was calmly sizing up her future sister-in-law. And not just in the sense of taking high-res photos for later use in the construction of Zoe’s android body. Neil butted in to break the silence, “So Jessica, we wanted to wait until you got here before picking a movie. Any preference?” Jessica attracted some attention when she started bouncing with excitement. “Ooh The second Foundation movie came out last week, we should go see that.” Zoe furrowed her brow, “I haven’t heard of it.” Jessica was happy to explain, in detail, what Asimov’s Foundation Series was all about, with a little comment on how many top economists cited the psychohistorians as an inspiration for their later interest in economics. Neil was always amused when his sister geeked out like that. It was a nice dose of nostalgia in addition to an entertaining paradox when a model-hot girl started going on about Freeman Dyson (no relation). Zoe was a little less amused, “I’m not really a science fiction fan. How about that new Jason Statham romantic comedy?” Zoe’s eyes narrowed. Her brother was dating, nay, marrying a woman who didn’t enjoy science fiction? One who wanted them to watch a bleepin’ Romantic comedy? With that no talent assclown? Neil quickly stepped in. “How about a nice historical drama? I think there’s something about the French revolution playing.” Neil knew his women. Jessica enjoyed history, and Zoe enjoyed costume dramas. Sure enough, the two women agreed and Neil bought three tickets. Although the way the guy was ogling Jessica, maybe he should’ve let his sister get the tickets. She could have handed the guy a dollar and gotten change back. Inside, Neil left the girls alone to make a trip to the concession stand for all of them. There was a moment of silence broken by Jessica. “So... how old are you?” “Oh, I’m 23. My birthday was three weeks ago.” “Happy birthday.” “Thanks... You’re 20, right?” “Yup, just don’t check my driver’s license.” Jessica giggled a little bit at her own joke. Zoe smiled, but didn’t laugh. “So are you in school?” “No, I’m working with my mom, getting practical experience.” Zoe was puzzled, “They let you work at an engineering firm?” “Huh? No, I work at my Mom’s health spa.” “Neil said she was a nuclear engineer.” “She was, but the job was very stressful, so she and some friends opened up a health spa. They’re all much happier now.” Jessica had to bite her tongue as to why. “It’s a damn shame, a woman in the natural sciences being driven away like that. I mean, I’m glad she’s happy, it’s just that we need more female scientists.” Jessica’s cheeks got hot, thinking of all the women who now knew, through first-hand experience, enough about robotics to teach the subject at any university. “I understand what you mean, don’t worry.” If Neil hadn’t come back at that moment, Jessica might have blabbed. “OK girls, I’ve got a Sprite and Junior Mints for the pipsqueak, Diet Cokes for me and Zoe, and a jumbo bucket of popcorn for everyone.” “Actually, hold on to it dear, I need to make a visit to the little girls’ room.” Zoe leaned over the armful of goodies and gave him a kiss. “Here, take your ticket, we’ll meet you in the theater.” Zoe walked off and the Dyson siblings walked to the ticket taker. “You didn’t tell me your fiancé was a Luddite.” Neil sighed, “Oh please, so she doesn’t write fanfiction about Jean-Luc Picard in high school. It doesn’t make her a luddite.” Jessica would always regret showing him that story, “well, we’ll see if we can’t add some special programming when she comes in for her new body.” Neil cringed at the thought, even if the thought was of Zoe’s disembodied android head with a large fake cock in its mouth. He changed subjects, “So why were you late?” “I had a broken gasket.” “Doesn’t the ASU pick up on stuff like that?” It took Jessica a moment to realize the confusion, “Not in me, in the car. Doofus. I had to borrow mom’s car.” “She still have that 15-year-old Neon?” “Yup, I was sooo embarrassed. Not only as an advanced amalgam of robotic machinery, but as a daughter and a hot young girl who shouldn’t be caught dead driving that rust bucket.” The ticket taker was staring at them as they laughed. Jessica is the one who covered, “It’s an inside joke about Westworld.”

The movie passed without incident and Jessica declined their offer to have dinner. She had swapped in a smaller battery and added extra disk storage for her footage of Zoe and, frankly, the Foundation movie she had hoped to see. Zoe was a little sad that they hadn’t talked more, but said they’d arrange some girl time later. Jessica liked that idea more than Neil. In the car, Neil and Zoe chatted a bit about the movie. Neil decided not to ask for his future wife’s impression of his sister. The conversation dropped off until Zoe piped up. “Has your sister had work done?” Neil very nearly swerved into a street sign.

Part 4

All the girls within 200 feet of accounts payable, and one or two of the guys, were clustered around Zoe’s desk. The backlog of invoices waiting for them on a Monday morning could wait a little longer while everyone oohed and aahed at the engagement ring being flashed around. Zoe felt a little embarrassed at all the attention, but once she showed Gretchen the ring, everyone wanted to look and congratulate Zoe. “It was so sweet, he took me to the coffee shop where we had our first semi-date and he bought me one of those stick-shaped cookies. When I pulled it out of the bag, it was sticking through the ring. Then he got down on one knee and proposed right there during the lunch rush. People started applauding, it was so surreal. Then we found out the ring was too small. I just got it back from the jeweler this morning.” There were a few ‘awww’s, but the (unspoken) consensus was that it was kind of corny. Dana was just excited that there was a gift-wrapped excuse to take Zoe out for a night on the town. “So, tell us about your future better half,” Christine chirped from behind two other people. “Let’s see, his name is Neil. He works in the marketing department on the seventh floor. He has an MBA. He’s got one younger sister, and his mother runs a health spa. He’s a real sweetheart and he does this grinning thing that I just love...” The android women in attendance all had the same idea. They checked the company employment roster, and sorted out for the marketing department. There was one guy named Neil. Neil Dyson. And his mother ran a health spa, according to Zoe. The realization of why Dr. Dyson was so adamant about getting Zoe to become synthetic hit them at roughly the same time, and they could clearly see it on each others’ faces. This girl was going to be the daughter-in-law of Dr. Elaine Dyson, the woman who first hatched the idea of robotic women and thus the one responsible for the vast improvement in their lives. Zoe had kept going on about Neil, but Dana interrupted, “Sorry Zoe, I need to take Katie, Christine and Ava away for a moment. Congratulations again. We’ll talk some more later.” Zoe acknowledged their departure and kept on going for a little while longer. The four synthetic women went into Camilla’s empty office and shut the door. It took a moment for anyone to speak. “Her fiancé is Dr. Dyson’s son?” It was actually less of a question than Katie made it sound like, and they had all come up with the same hypothesis anyway. “It sure seems like it. Maybe he’s a nephew, but the file says he’s 24, so it’s almost certainly not a brother.” Christine was trying desperately to come up with an alternate conclusion based on what they knew. “Nope, she said it was his mother that ran a health spa, so unless Dr. Dyson’s sister or sister-in-law runs another health spa, we’re dealing with her daughter-in-law,” Dana replied. The task hadn’t really changed, but they all felt like the stakes were higher now. They were responsible for making a future member of Dr. Dyson’s family part of her larger family. And if they succeeded, one of the most important people in their lives would owe them a big favor. Sure, they had already been given so much, but the idea of having more is human nature. “So where’s Camilla?”

Units VX9348 and UX1696 had each attached themselves to one of Dr. Dyson’s nipples and were using one of their hands to massage the pussy of the other naked unit. Elaine leaned back and luxuriated in the sensation. The firmware upgrade allowed her to process so much more information from her breasts now. She couldn’t tell if she was enjoying the tongues or the new data flow more, and figured that it didn’t really matter. “Camilla, why don’t you work on my pussy for a little bit. Suki, there are some toys in the wooden chest, why don’t you pick some out?” Elaine smiled as the blonde office manager began planting kisses down her stomach. But even nicer was the sight of the tiny bundle of Japanese curves strutting naked around her office. Dr. Suki Narita was an expert in biomechanics and Dr. Dyson was sure she’d make a great addition to the research staff. But at the moment, the Japanese doctor was jiggling back to her western counterpart with two handfuls of wires and floppy dildos.

“Let me see if I can guess what this one does.” Suki smiled as Elaine leaned back and squealed from the toe-curling orgasm Camilla had just induced. Dr. Narita opened up her paplexus panel, still amazed at the sight. She then slipped one of the sex toys into the available, exposed expansion slot. It was a rush to feel her software update automatically, and a further rush when she felt the air tickle the sensors on the toy. She quickly realized that the toy was a souped-up version of her artificial tongue, articulated and controllable by her thoughts. Elaine had regained enough composure to address her new colleague, “Go ahead, I’ll bet VX9348 would love to feel that inside her wet, synthetic pussy.” Camilla was still dutifully lapping up Dr. Dyson’s copious juices, but heard enough to wiggle her ass at Suki. And that was all the encouragement Suki needed. She crouched down to get the fake dick to the right level, and then flicked it up and down the length of Camilla’s slit. Elaine could feel the blonde shudder at the initial contact, but she didn’t stop licking. Then Suki moaned as she felt ‘her’ phallus slowly sink into Camilla’s gash. She wiggled and swirled it around inside her partner before beginning to thrust. Camilla felt like she was going to explode. “Hi Mom,” Jessica walked in wearing the normal institute uniform. Oddly enough, the only person who didn’t turn to look was Dr. Dyson. Both Suki and Camilla felt like they had been caught in the act, and by what appeared to be Dr. Dyson’s daughter, no less. “Oh don’t mind me; I just needed to have a quick chat with the doctor.” Jessica’s level of comfort with the situation didn’t increase Suki and Camilla’s. Jessica calmly sat down on a couch opposite the three women and examined one of the toys Suki had tossed aside. “Girls, why don’t you attend to each other while I speak to Jessica. VX9348, I think that plan of yours needs work, so record our conversation for later playback” The other two units were unsure, but they were also really turned on. Camilla opened her audio options and began recording. Suki disengaged herself and Camilla turned around to embrace the other doctor. Dr. Narita could still taste Dr. Dyson’s sexual lubricant as they slowly fell to the carpet between the two redheads. Elaine pulled her hair back behind her ears and crossed her legs, not bothering to cover up any more of her nudity. “So, how was the movie?” Jessica shrugged, “Eh, it wasn’t too bad. We went to see this French film. Zoe didn’t want to see Second Foundation. She doesn’t like Science Fiction.” “Not even Asimov?” “I know ” “We’ll have to do something about that.” “That’s what I said. Anyway, I’ve got images sent to fabrication, they’ll extrapolate her body without the blouse and we’ll be able to have the head and torso mockup ready whenever Neil tells her about the Institute.” Jessica licked the toy in her hand just a little bit to test it out. Elaine raised an eyebrow, “Neil didn’t say anything to me about telling Zoe. In fact, he didn’t seem to want Zoe to ever be told about becoming a synthetic woman. He was quite adamant about it.” “He doesn’t even want to give her the chance? That doesn’t sound like Neil.” “Sweetie, you remember that phase he went through where he called us robo-whores and brainwashed hedonists.” VX9348 screamed in ecstasy as UX1696’s thrusting finally hit pay dirt. Soon after, UX1696 had an orgasm of her own, her first that didn’t come from her pussy. The two of them switched positions, with UX1696 lying down and keeping her attachment straight while VX9348 impaled herself and began bobbing up and down. Jessica scooted over to see around the blonde robot. “But we got past all that.” Elaine gave her a sympathetic look, “He accepted that we’re his family, I don’t think he really understands how much better our lives are after becoming synthetic.” Camilla shook wildly and collapsed upon the Japanese doctor. The phallus slipped out and flung a bit of fluid onto Jessica’s leg. The two units didn’t stop though, softly moaning as they began making out with one another. Jessica sat there, not sure if she was hurt more by Neil lying to her or by Neil rejecting her synthetic womanhood. Elaine walked around the units fucking on the carpet and put an arm around her daughter. “But we’re still going to give Zoe the opportunity to become an android. She deserves that, and so does Neil.” “Won’t Neil be angry - I mean run-around-with-a-sledgehammer angry - if we do that?” “He’ll see firsthand how much wives and husbands can improve their relationship. Faced with the truth, he might be embarrassed by his former stance, but he won’t be angry.” Jessica wasn’t 100% sure about that logic, but she respected her mother’s judgment. Besides, the idea of hoisting Neil up on his own petard sounded pretty attractive right about now. They chatted for a little while longer about Zoe specifically before Elaine stood up, “I’m going to have a discussion with the good Dr. Narita about android vaginal assemblies. If you’d like to work off some energy, I’m sure VX9348 here won’t mind.” The other two units rolled away from one another and Elaine took her turn straddling the Japanese android. Jessica removed her uniform and briefly considered using the toy before tossing it aside and calling Camilla to the couch. The two of them got into a 69 position and began eagerly eating each other out, Jessica much more forcefully than the blonde. Camilla had only been dimly aware of the conversation going around above her, but had heard the name Zoe a few times. Dr. Dyson had called her in to discuss the matter. But most of her system resources were devoted to exploring the young redhead’s snatch in front of her mouth. A priority text message from VX9319 appeared in her vision, and she had enough awareness to understand that. “Zoe is Dr. D’s future daughter-in-law. Outing still planned. Advice?”

Part 5

Zoe had reluctantly agreed to go out with some of her coworkers on a Monday night. Dana had assured her Mrs. Taylor would understand if the bride-to-be showed up a little late or not at all on Tuesday. It’s not every day you get engaged, or at least it’s not every day you tell your coworkers about getting engaged. Camilla still wasn’t coming, but she let the other girls borrow her mini-van for the outing. It had been decided that Zoe should get picked up last. Dana was driving and Christine was in the front seat, plugged into the cigarette lighter. She hadn’t gotten a full charge the night before and didn’t want to suddenly go low on juice in the middle of a dance floor. Ava and Katie were in the backseat making out like it was prom night. Katie had left her arousal levels high, as usual, and Ava didn’t see the harm in taking some of the edge off. It wasn’t the first time the two of them had gone club hopping, and they had quickly discovered that guys loved watching two attractive ladies in brief party dresses get to second base with one another. “Will you two cut it out back there?” Dana was obviously more stressed out than the other girls in the van. Katie came up and pouted a little bit as she and Ava scooted to either side of the backseat bench. “What’s the big deal? We were going to stop when you stopped at Zoe’s place. And it’s not like you can tell we were making out.” It was true. There wasn’t a smudge on their makeup or a hair out of place. The institute had crafted new head units for all of them and sent a technician with the modules to each of their homes. It took 5 minutes to create the image of an entire afternoon at a beauty salon. Actually, Dana mused as she checked herself out in one of the mirrors again, it was beyond that. Her nose was a slightly more attractive shape and her eyes were a more sparkling hazel. Zoe wouldn’t be able to notice, especially in the low-light situation, but the Institute had gone above and beyond to make Zoe the ugly duckling of the group. “Remember, you should act drunk, but you can’t be drunk. We want this to go off without a hitch, but if she gets weirded out, we’ve got that excuse to fall back on.” “Yes, Mom, we all downloaded the same plan.” Katie giggled at Ava’s snarky remark. “Hey, I shouldn’t be the only one worried here. We screw this up and Dr. Dyson’s daughter-in-law stays organic. I don’t want to know what her reaction to that would be, or what she’d do to us for screwing up. Christine picked an opportune moment to finish charging, “Did we actually get a threat? I’ve never heard of Dr. Dyson issuing threats.” “There wasn’t anything explicit, but what would you do if you were in her position and three random office android girls screwed over a member of your family? And on the flipside, what would you do for the girls that convinced her to become a synthetic woman?” The van fell silent as it pulled up to Zoe and Neil’s apartment. Zoe was already waiting outside for them. Katie opened the door for her and Zoe slipped into one of the captain’s chairs between the four other ladies. She was wearing a jacket over her green dress, but the other women could tell that it looked nice and so did she. She hadn’t done much with her hair, but she had done up her face well. Of course, it wasn’t enough to make Zoe feel good about herself when she scanned the other passengers of the van while exchanging greetings. The other looked drop-dead gorgeous as though they had spent the entire day getting ready. Plus they were wearing outfits that made hers look like a potato sack. Not just in style, but in the lack of coverage provided. “Aren’t you all cold? It’s like 50 degrees outside.” The question struck Zoe as it was coming out of her mouth. At least it was better than the other comments on the lack of clothing in the vehicle she had tested in her brain. Dana tensed up. How could she have been so stupid? She didn’t even have the heater on in the van. They all had gotten used to just shutting off or tuning down those sensors when it got uncomfortable. Ava was the one who covered, “trust me, it’s going to be plenty hot once we get inside the club with all those people. Besides, I for one like a little chill in the air. Sweat stinks.” It didn’t really explain why they had no jackets on now, but Christine turned the heat up in the van in the most subtle way she could. And all four of them changed their settings so they would shiver a little when they went outside.

They chattered idly, pressing Zoe for details about the wedding. She didn’t really have any details yet, but it killed time. Then Ava started a line of questioning they were all interested in, but were afraid to broach. “So, have you met Neil’s family? What are they like?” Zoe didn’t pick up on the pricked up ears in the van. “I actually haven’t had that much interaction with them. I know his parents are still together, although they had problems when Neil was in High School and college. I haven’t met them yet, but I did meet his sister.” Zoe decided not to mention the probably extensive plastic surgery. “She’s a real sweetheart, and she’s really close to Neil. The other girls nodded along respectfully. Ava and Christine didn’t know Dr. Dyson had a daughter too. Only Katie had heard about Dyson’s marital problems as an organic woman. They owed her so much, and idolized her for her achievements, but they didn’t really know Dr. Dyson all that well. “Are you ok?” Zoe had caught onto the shared silence of the pensive synthetics. “Yeah. Oh look, here we are, turn left here, Dana.” Christine pointed out the parking lot to Dana. The poor attendant never had a chance of gathering up enough spare brain cells to ask the hot women in the front of the van for money to park. They all filed out with Dana leading the way and breaking the neck of the interested parking attendant again. Zoe smirked from the rear that it was a thick grilled cheese on wheat. Two brunettes with three blondes in between. She was a little surprised that there was a line into the club on a cold weeknight. Even so, heads turned when their group walked past the rope line toward the entrance. Zoe was a little embarrassed at the attention, until she realized only small bits of it were aimed at her. She tried to keep up with the other girls, but they were walking quickly and gracefully in their heels, while Zoe wished she had gone with something flatter. Dana barely had to say two words to the bouncer before he let her past the velvet rope. Ava, Christine, and Katie followed close behind. Zoe was two steps back and had the rope close in front of her. “End of the line, lady.” “But, I’m with those other four.” Zoe was further embarrassed as the bouncer stood there silently staring her down. It was a tense 15 seconds before Katie doubled back and convinced the bouncer to let Zoe in. The scene inside was more of the same. Dana had wrangled a booth away from some guys and the five of them ordered a round. Or rather, they ordered a round and some guys paid for them. It’s not exactly what Zoe had in mind when Ava had offered to get the first round, but booze was booze. All through the night, at least one of her coworkers was at her side, either at the table or on the dance floor. And regardless of who it was, all the attention went to Zoe’s coworker first. Unless it was two guys and one was acting as the wingman, chatting up the hottie’s not so hot girlfriend. Even when the girls tried to deflect some of the attention to Zoe, it only made her feel pathetic. And she could swear she could hear the other girls talking about her once they got just barely out of audible range. Rationally, she knew she was engaged and couldn’t (wouldn’t) do anything with these guys, but it was the principle of the thing. So at the moment, Zoe was half-listening to Christine talk about French cuisine. The other half was watching Katie get her freak on out on the dance floor. She was surrounded by about three guys and finding a way to be in contact with all of their crotches at once. Jesus, what a slut. A little voice bemoaned the fact that she hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to be that slutty. Zoe brushed that thought aside and a few moments later Katie pulled down the top of her dress and let her breasts bounce freely out on the dance floor. The men were shocked for a moment before letting out a cheer and trying to get a hand on all the exposed boob. Zoe was flabbergasted. Christine turned to look and was shocked as well, albeit for slightly different reasons. Dana heard the extra-loud whoops and caught sight of Katie’s nipples. She grabbed her purse and quickly got over to Katie. She managed to yank Katie’s dress back up and lead her off the floor before Katie’s admirers stopped their booing and tried to grab her. The two of them got into the ladies room and into a stall. By some miracle there was one open. “If you wanted to make out, Dana, we could have done it out there, no one would have minded,” Katie looked smashed. Dana was furious and grabbed a cable out of her purse. They couldn’t talk in here, but they could exchange messages over a hard link. Dana hiked up the bottom of her dress and opened her paplexus panel. “Ooh, you are excited, aren’t you?” Katie began giggling, but Dana was in no mood. She motioned toward the open panel as a way of telling Katie to do the same. Katie giggled some more, but complied. Dana connected both ends of the table and began a silent conversation. What the fuck was that? Flashing your tits? With Zoe watching? VX8753 rolled her eyes, sorry for having fun, mom. VX9319 could have slapped her, instead she checked on VX8753’s alcohol emulation software. Sure enough, she was acting like she could have blown a .16 on a BAC test. The software wasn’t equipped to be on without affecting decision-making, and it was designed to react to actual alcohol consumption. Turn off your drunk emulator. It isn’t working right. But you said we had to act drunk for Zoe. Mmm, those lips would be so good around my nips right about now. VX8753 was beginning to reach back into her dress. VX9319 stopped her and repeated the command. The older-model android reluctantly complied and immediately returned to normal. Oh shit, did I really just do that? Dana frowned, unplugged the two of them, and stowed the wire. “Let’s get back out there and try to be on your best behavior. But we’re going to stay away from Zoe for a little while longer, ok?” Katie quietly nodded and readjusted her breasts inside her dress. Meanwhile, Ava had rejoined Christine and Zoe. Zoe filled Ava in on what Katie had done. Christine took the opportunity to steer the conversation toward sex. It was pretty easy, given the four mixed drinks Zoe had in her. And given the public display, one question flowed naturally Christine asked, “so where’s the weirdest place you ever made love?” From an organic woman’s perspective, a robotics laboratory would place high on any list. For Ava and Christine, that was like having sex in the backseat of a car. Big whoop. Ava went first, “One time, my boyfriend Robert and I were at this fancy hotel with one of those glass elevators. It was late at night, so he stopped the elevator near the top floor and hiked up my skirt. So I bent over and let him take me from behind while I looked over the city all lit up.” Zoe assumed she had merely forgotten to mention what happened to her panties. It was still a nice story, and Zoe felt embarrassed going after it. Christine picked up on that and went next. “So I was dating this golf pro at a private country club and during this big soiree we snuck away and made love on the 16th green, out there in the open, in the moonlight. So we came back and there was some formal dancing going on. We did that, and I was fairly certain we had kept our clothes clean. But at the end I look back and there were about a dozen blades of grass on the dance floor that must have fallen out the back of my dress after being wedged up somewhere.” Ava and Christine giggled at that much more than Zoe did. “Come on Zoe, what’s your story?” Christine asked and Ava repeated it, egging her on. “Really, no, it’s embarrassing.” “Oh, I doubt it’s that bad. We’re all adults here, anyway. You can tell us.” “Fine, in the living room of an apartment I shared with this girl in college. No glass elevators, no moonlight, just a stained couch.” Christine stopped herself before asking if it was the roommate Zoe was fucking. Ava had a better response, “that’s fine, not everyone gets a thrill from having sex in weird places.” She paused before continuing. “Do you and Neil do any... roleplaying?” “Roleplaying?” Christine jumped in, “You know, pretending to be other people. Like he’s the boss and you’re his secretary being called into his office for some Dick-tation.” She managed to say it in such a way that the extra k was obvious. “N-not really.” If Zoe had a little less rum in her system, she might have been worried about talking about this stuff. “We have really good sex doing things the normal way. Neil has an awesome cock and an awesomer tongue.” The other two girls were amused, but maybe not surprised that Dyson’s son was an expert at sex as well. Christine continued, “You should try it sometime. Rent or cobble together a schoolgirl costume and play schoolmaster and truant girl.” Zoe was barely sober enough to grasp ‘truant’, but remained somewhat intrigued. Ava came forward with the big one, “But my favorite is Robot and Master.” When Zoe didn’t look appalled, Christine jumped in. “Oh yeah, that’s my favorite too. Every guy I’ve done it with just couldn’t get enough.” “And it feels so sexy pretending to be a perfect, obedient android woman.” Ava worried she was laying it on too thick, but Zoe was still paying attention. “I act like he’s activating me, I do a few orders, and it’s so hot. Even when I don’t try to ham it up by making beeping sounds.” Before Ava or Christine could go further, Dana showed up. “Alright, I’ve got Katie in a state resembling a normal human, I think we should go now.”

Part 6

Neil walked through the lobby of the institute again for the second time in as many weeks. He felt a little bad about not spending Saturday doing just sibling stuff with Jessica. So he decided to take a long lunch and pay his sister a visit. There was a new girl at the front desk, and she was just as excited to see him as Carly had been last time. This time he spent only a moment asking where his sister was before heading through the door into the back rooms. Two turns and he was entering testing room C Where he was greeted by the sight of Jessica; Topless, right arm missing, and without her legs and pelvic assembly as well. Even as he turned his head to avoid staring at his sister’s naked breasts, he saw that she was bouncing a racquetball off the ground and hitting a dime-sized target on the wall. But at the moment he was more concerned with his sister’s nudity. “Hi Neil It’s been a while ” That was not Jessica speaking, but he couldn’t look to identify the speaker. He found a towel and held it in front of him as he inched himself toward the voice and his sister while keeping his head turned. He heard two sets of feminine giggles. “Jess, could you please drape this over your saline sacks?” He felt the towel being tugged from his hand. “You can turn around now.” Neil did so, and while Jessica was covered up, the technician had opened the top of her uniform to expose her breasts. “Very funny, ha ha.” He said derisively. “But those aren’t attached to my sister.” Jessica and the technician kept giggling as the latter buttoned back up. Neil took the opportunity to examine the face of the other girl. He realized he may have had even less reason to be concerned about seeing those tits. He had seen much more than that on this girl. “Wendy?” Wendy Klein was the daughter of Dr. Gloria Klein, one of the earliest experts working with his mother on the android woman project. As such, Wendy had been synthetic about as long as Jessica. She still looked angelic, and as trim as Jessica was curvy. Neil had slept with her a dozen times back when he thought being surrounded by horny, physically perfect women was all he needed for paradise. “Yup, it’s me. Just helping out around the facility. Gotta be trained on all this stuff before Mom lets me run my own branch.” “They’re letting you run your own spa? I suppose congratulations are in order.” “Thanks, yeah, nepotism is great when it works in your favor. So, you’re looking good. What’s been new with you?” “Oh you know, same old, same old.” Jessica, who was still bouncing the ball, snorted at that. “Like hell. The organ receptacle here got enga-ged.” Neil had hoped Jessica was focusing her attention on the ball. Wendy smiled, “Congratulations. Anyone I’ve worked on?” Jessica snorted again. Neil tried to ignore that, “Nope, pure organic. They say organic is better for your health.” “‘They’ say a lot of th-things,” Jessica interjected. Wendy could tell something was going on. “Should I go? We’ve got some good data already.” “Yeah, let’s stop this.” Jessica’s next throw landed the ball in a trash can. “Even the orgasms aren’t making this pleasant.” “Orgasms?” Neil was a little confused, and frankly queasy, by the invocation. Wendy explained as she unhooked Jessica. “We were testing a software package that lets synthetic women run climax sequences in the background of other tasks. It’s an application of the octet core we’ve begun...” Neil raised a hand, “I think I got it.” It figures that they’d be trying to figure our more ways to cram sex into their lives. Now they were going to be cumming all day long. Super. “It’s a fabulous program, Neil. Any woman would be thrilled to experience it.” Wendy made a strategic retreat as Jessica shot daggers through her eyes at Neil. She wished her mom had taken her advice and developed eyes for synthetic women that shot laser beams. Neil sighed, “OK, what’s your problem?” “You lied to me.” “About what?” Jessica rolled her eyes, “About letting Zoe become a synthetic woman. No, about giving her the opportunity to become a synthetic woman. You had no intention of telling her about what we do here and letting her choose whether to lead a perfect android existence.” “Let’s go easy on the ‘perfect’ talk, ok?” The well worn phrase irked Neil as much as Jessica’s snotty attitude. “Oh here we go, poor abused Jessica with her sexy body and many friends and fulfilling job. Oh, the horrors that have been visited upon her.” The tone did nothing to disabuse Neil of the notion that his sister was being snotty. “At least you got the ‘many friends’ part right.” “This is about sex? There are plenty of monogamous android women, fully devoted to their husbands.” “Yeah, and their files are all marked ‘possessive, potentially abusive husband’.” “Bullshit.” Jessica said it, although she knew there was a correlation. Neil had the causation reversed, though. “And please, tell me the most dates you’ve been on with one guy, and company clients don’t count.” It was a biased question; since most of Jessica’s social life involved the Institute. But that didn’t really help her case. “So what if I’m not out there trying to find a husband. I’m 20 years old, I can’t get an STD or get pregnant, I’m fucking hot, why shouldn’t I be out there just enjoying myself?” Neil, in that moment, decided to let it out. “That’s just it, Mom stuck you in that body and you had no reason to mature, no reason to act like a normal human being.” “But this is better than being a normal human being. And fuck you for calling me immature.” In hindsight, that wasn’t a very mature response. “You went from being a complex young woman into a shallow whore.” “I went from being a gloomy, suicidal young woman into a happy young woman.” Neil was taken aback by the suicidal comment, but he chalked it up internally as exaggeration in a heated moment. But the pause let Jessica go on the offensive. “And why do I need to defend myself? This is about Zoe. You won’t let her make that choice for herself. Talk about maturity, why don’t you tell her, tell her your concerns, and then let her make an informed decision?” “Because I’d bring her here, and you’d fill her mind with hyperbolic descriptions of your life, and once you turned her into a tinkertoy, she’d be programmed to love it. Programmed for everything. And she wouldn’t love me anymore; she’d love the program that tells her she loves me.” Now it was Jessica’s turn to be silent, she hadn’t seen Neil this... scared in a long time. He was almost crying. Her ire had completely burned off, and she wanted to hug him, but that was hard to do with one arm and no lower half. “It wouldn’t be like that Neil, I still love you, and that’s not linked to any specific program or induced sensation. And if I was that different, would you really still enjoy hanging out with me?” “I enjoy it because when it’s just the two of us, you start acting like the sister you used to be and not UX1-whatever. But for it to be my wife... that’s 24/7.” Screw it, Jessica reached out and yanked Neil close to her into a semi-hug, one that Neil made a full one. “I don’t know what I can do to convince you that your fears are bullshit, but I promise I’ll let you decide when your wife comes in. And I promise that when that happens, I’ll be as frank as possible with her about the limitations of being an android, ok?” Jessica felt Neil nodding against her shoulder, and they stayed in that position for a while longer. Zoe was standing in front of the mirror brushing her teeth before going to bed. All she had on was one of Neil’s big T-shirts and a pair of panties. Thankfully, her hangover had gone away sometime after lunch. She was still a little pissed that the other girls she had gone out with were fresh and chipper that morning. Zoe had rolled in ninety minutes late, filled with coffee and aspirin, and looking like she had been hit by a truck. Katie, who had been as drunk as Zoe had ever seen a girl, was sunny as ever. You might have guessed she had spent last night at home reading before turning in early, rather than getting plastered and waving her bare breasts around until 1 a.m. Zoe had largely ignored them as she worked to get everything done with a splitting headache. Fortunately Camilla hadn’t given her any shit about showing up late. At least that had gone right. When five o’clock rolled around, she was out of there like a bolt of lightning. Zoe finished brushing and started looking at herself in the mirror. She didn’t look that bad. A few acne scars maybe, and her breasts weren’t anything to write about. But she was reasonably well-proportioned. She had a good smile and good-looking hair. However the memory of being easily outshone by four random girls on the same floor of the building was fresh in her mind. Maybe she needed to buy some new make-up. Or do more thigh exercises. Or maybe breast implants. She turned to the side and hefted her little breasts up under the shirt, imagining how she’d look with more mass there. “Neil, do you think I’d look better with larger breasts?” Neil had been reading Ben-Hur in bed, trying to expand his knowledge of classic literature. He would have been better off reading a book about land mines. “What makes you ask that?” The strategic non-answer, always a good opening move. “I dunno, When I was out with the girls last night I felt like the ugly girl the hot girls bring around to scare away guys.” Zoe walked into the bedroom and got under the covers. “I find it very hard to believe anyone would find you anything less than hot yourself.” “Thanks, but I’m being serious. I know it sounds shallow, but I like feeling pretty.” Neil leaned over and gave her a kiss. “You are the most wonderful, beautiful woman I’ve ever been with. I think you’re just great the way you are right now.” Zoe smiled a little and returned the kiss, but wasn’t really reassured. “You don’t think I’m too... Vanilla?” She wasn’t sure where she pulled that term from, but it fit. Neil had to pause. Frankly, he liked the fact that Zoe was usually quiet and conservative. But that wasn’t what she wanted to hear right now. “You’re chocolate chip cookie dough. Maybe sort of vanilla, but filled with little tasty bits that are made even more delicious by the vanilla they’re suspended in.” That analogy had gotten away from him and they both knew it. Zoe was the first to restart the conversation. “I just feel like I should be out there doing crazy stuff. When was the last time we did something wild?” She may have had a point. Even when they went to Las Vegas, they had bet sensibly, seen a few shows, and spent most of the night screwing in their moderately-priced hotel room. “What did you have in mind? Matching tattoos? I don’t really want a unicorn on my ass. See? How vanilla is it to have a tattoo?” Zoe was a little miffed by his sarcasm, and crossed her foot over the unicorn on her ankle, “lots of people have tattoos. I want to do something your parents wouldn’t do.” Neil wasn’t sure whether to laugh or piss himself. The things his parents wouldn’t do was a small list nowadays. “Such as?” Zoe shifted and sat up in the bed, “Some of the girls at work thought it was really hot to do some roleplaying stuff during sex.” Hey Sex Neil liked the sound of that. “I thought we could try something like that.” Neil put his book and glasses on the nightstand. “So what would we be playing?” Zoe smiled, “Well, I thought we could play as though I was your personal robot sex machine.” The human brain wasn’t designed to process situations like these. Neil didn’t know where his terror started. There was the thought that Zoe was using this as an introduction to telling him she was an android. And if she wasn’t, it meant she would be more likely to say yes if his mom or sister got to her. Then there were the oedipal issues surrounding his mother the android. And there was the memory of all the glazed-eyed synthetic women he had slept with years before. “You don’t like it, do you?” Zoe looked disappointed and embarrassed. Now Neil had to do it in order to preserve her ego. “No, no, it’s interesting. I was just wondering how we should start” Zoe hopped up and shucked her shirt, exposing her breasts. Then she stopped. “Actually, to tell you the truth, I’m not sure either.” “Why don’t you stand against the wall and I’ll turn on Zoebot for some sex?” “OK.” Zoe stood against the wall and shut her eyes. Neil got out of the bed, already regretting this. And he was also trying to figure out how much of his real-life knowledge he could or should apply to this fantasy. He didn’t want to confuse her or just as bad, make it seem like he was getting into this. So he started out by using his fingers on her nipples and making old radio noises. Zoe suppressed a giggle before Neil pushed on her navel and she opened her eyes. She also stuck her arms out at a 90 degree angle. “Zo.e.bot online. What pro.gram should I run?” Zoe said it in a bad attempt at a robotic monotone. Neil paused to lower Zoe’s arms to her sides before speaking, “Zoebot, remove my pajama bottoms.” She nodded and knelt down to do so, taking Neil’s underwear down at the same time and letting his dick flop out. He was a little too freaked out to be erect at this point though. Zoe wanted to start on him, but figured that wasn’t part of the game. So she went back and sat on her heels, looking up at Neil. “Zoebot, proceed with felatio sequence 14.” Neil had always liked that one when he had fucked the eager women his mother turned into androids. If Zoe was an android now, it’d be the same. For better or worse, it wasn’t. Zoe wasn’t very good at giving head. She had the thick, inviting lips for sure, but she had a sensitive gag reflex. Plus Neil wasn’t exactly tiny. So the blow job was pretty similar to the others Zoe had given. Except this time, when she went too far and disengaged to start coughing, she managed to fit the word ‘error’ in between the expectorations. Still, she was good enough to get Neil hard, and he held her back before she could go back to licking and sucking. “Zoebot, stand up so I can examine your lubricant levels.” It made Zoe giggle a little bit, but she got to her feet and spread her legs. Neil reached inside her undies and ran a finger along her slit. His girlfriend closed her eyes, but tried to stay in character and not make any noise. Neil kept rubbing and dipping a finger inside until he felt that she was wet. “Zoebot, remove your panties and get into position 18A on the bed.” Zoe put her legs back together and wiggled out of her panties. Dyson didn’t actually name sexual positions like that by number, but it let Zoe pick which way she wanted it. That was the plan, but Zoe hesitated as she got onto the bed. She actually tried to think of what 18A was, before realizing it was nonsense. So she laid down, face up, with her rump just off the foot of the bed and her feet spread wide on the ground. “Would you like me to make noises for you?” Zoe couldn’t think of a better way, or more robotic way, to put it. “Yes, and tell me when your orgasm sequence begins to load.” Crap, Neil didn’t want to make it sound exactly like how a synthetic woman would describe cumming. It just slipped out. But Zoe said affirmative and lifted herself to point her nether regions at him. Neil had a briefly disconcerting vision of where the fluid tanks, muscular controls and connection points would be in Zoe’s pelvic module. That is, if she really was an android. He tried to put that out of his mind and stepped forward to guide himself inside Zoe a little more quickly than he normally did. Zoe made some exaggerated ‘mmm’ sounds in response. At least, Neil hoped she was only hamming it up. He took a handle on each of her thighs and began to rock back and forth. Zoe hadn’t been as into the thing as she thought she’d be, but this was as good as it always was. Neil filled her up so well and rubbed her in all the right ways. This time it was more forceful than tender, but still good. She didn’t hold back in expressing her satisfaction through moans. Eventually he let one of her thighs drop and brought a hand up to assist in teasing her clit. That elicited a loud squeal of approval. She almost forgot to do the ‘orgasm sequence’ thing Neil wanted. “Mmm, orgasm sequence loading... loading... loading... looooooooooooading ” She twitched as Neil’s ministrations hit paydirt. Neil himself was pleased that she had come, and was amused by the ‘loading’ thing. A few minutes later, he let himself relax enough to have his own weak-knee-inducing climax inside Zoe. “Zoebot, clean me and yourself.” Zoe was still off in la-la land but heard him. She reached over and got some Kleenex to wipe up. And for god measure, Zoe gave his dick a final coat of saliva after wiping off most of the goo. “So, did Zoebot enjoy herself?” Zoe got up and kissed Neil. He could sort of taste himself on her lips. “It was definitely new.” Truth be told, she hadn’t gotten much out of it. But by her estimation Neil had enjoyed himself more than usual. And by his estimation, Zoe had enjoyed herself less than usual, which pleased him. He felt a little bad about it, but he was glad she didn’t seem enticed to become an android. The entire experience was nerve wracking though and he honestly hoped to never repeat it. With that, the two of them crawled into bed, shut off the lights, and fell asleep with no further contact or discussion. As Neil was lying there, he remembered what he had talked to Jessica about. This would have been a good time to turn around and tell Zoe everything about his family, since robots were already the topic. Plus, it was when she would be least enthused about the concept by his reckoning. But it was late, Zoe was probably already asleep, and that discussion could wait another day.

Part 10

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