Substitute
Spaz Studios Presents: “Substitute”
“DPMs”
This is an important message from Spaztec robotics:
This just in! DPMs are the latest innovation and craze in the world of robotics!
They look like you, they talk like you, and they act like you. They practically are you!
DPMs are made in your image, and with the latest in neural scanning, we can essentially copy your memories and personality and program it into a body molded to look just like you. The uses for a DPM are unlimited!
You can send them to the store to do your shopping, send them to the in-laws while you stay home and watch sports, and we even have contracts with several businesses so they can even work for you while you go to school or live life to its fullest!
Go buy one today and start living life the way you want to!
“Blurbs”
Millions of people have enjoyed the benefits of the DPM class android! Here are a few of their stories:
“My DPM allowed me to go to school and get my degree!”
“Mine earned me money AND also managed to snare me a fantastic boyfriend!”
“My DPM allowed me to earn money while allowing me to do research in Egypt!”
“I was able to use mine as a stunt double in the movie I worked in!”
“Mine kept my wife company while I was away on business…and hers kept me company there,”
“Scheduled Maintenance”
Matt loved his job.
He got to perform maintenance on some of the most advanced robotics ever released, since the whole DPM craze drastically lowered the price of the average unit since they were designed for everyone, rather than a select few.
Matt was a licensed maintenance technician with his own practice attached to the local Universal department store. In addition to fixing clients, he also maintained the DPMs that the store had employed. As part of his fee for fixing the DPMs, he got to see some extraordinary individuals in robotic form, completely exposed.
Today, however, was a day he had been looking forward to all week. He made sure there were no other appointments the entire afternoon, just so he could have extra time with this one...She was special. At 3PM sharp, he was delighted to see her walk in.
“I’m DPM Sarah, reporting for scheduled maintenance,” she said in a lovely, if not rehearsed voice.
“Hello Sarah, why don’t you step on over so we can get started,” he said, motioning her to his work area.
“Alright,” she smiled, and she gracefully walked over to where he stood and then stood at attention a few feet in front of him, allowing him a perfect look at her body.
Sarah was a Caucasian woman in her early twenties, with straight neck-length, sandy brown hair, and blue eyes. Another feature she had that would make people think twice about her being an android was that she was short. Her height of 5'4 made her look tiny compared to Matt’s 6'0. Still, her height did not make her small, as she was still as busty as someone who was taller, though with her height it did give the false impression that she was overweight.
Although she was a DPM, she still got to buy and choose her wardrobe selection each day she was allotted to work. Today, she was wearing a black one piece dress, with intricate see-through stockings, and calf-length boots.
“So Sarah, how have you been since your last scheduled maintenance?”
“I’ve been fine. I hear I’ve earned myself a few upgrades,” she smiled.
“That’s correct,” Matt said, looking down at his report for her.
When DPMs are first contracted to work at a place, they are given basic programming to cover all the training a human would have to undergo in order to work there. This programming basically governs how they behave while they are working.
In Sarah’s case, as a cashier, she would have to explain to each customer the benefits of the various reward and credit programs the company offered, and she would have to do it a certain way. That certain way, though, would be up to the personality donated…so needless to say, sometimes a donated personality just doesn’t cut it and their contract is revoked.
Over time, if they perform well or beyond expectations, they can receive upgrades to better assist them. In this case, the DPM Sarah elected to receive upgraded facial recognition software so she could better assist repeat customers. The company was also throwing in a free upgrade for her speech recognition software as well so she could more easily understand the slang that younger customers were using.
“So Sarah, is there anything you need me to fix, such as the servos in your feet, or the lumbar supports in your back?”
“The usual," she shrugged, "standing up for several hours on end and doing repetitive tasks is quite taxing for a body such as mine,” she laughed.
“I suppose you’re right,” Matt laughed, “I can’t name names, but some of the DPMs in the MCA team would rather have your job."
“I’ll bet,” she smiled.
“Anyway, you know the drill,” Matt said then, and with an understanding nod, Sarah turned around and parted the hair at the back to reveal the back of her neck.
Not wasting any time, Matt pressed a small area of discoloration and then waited as the control panel opened just above it. Inside was a small diagnostic port so he could connect her to his maintenance terminal. Instead of doing so, however, he pulled a small chip out of his pocket and inserted it into an empty port.
“I’ve detected a new device attached to my CPU, should I access it?”
“Yes,” Matt said, eagerly rubbing his hands in anticipation, “and you can turn around as well."
“Alright,” she said, turning around, “Accessing new device…device accessed…device contains a special personality configuration, should I integrate it?”
“Yes."
“Alright, integrating personality configuration…integration complete, rebooting,” she said, and her head slumped down to her chest for several seconds before rising back up. “DPM Mark II Sarah coming online…accessing host software…Universal host software loaded…loading special personality configuration…complete, all systems coming online,” she said, and then she blinked. “Wow, it’s so good to see you again sweetie!” she smiled, stepping forward and giving Matt a hug.
“So good to see you too dear,” he said, returning it.
Matt was actually dating the real Sarah, but because she wasn’t able to completely pay for her DPM, the Universal company subsidized it by allowing portions of the paycheck to go to pay off the whole unit. The only trade-off, the DPM couldn’t treat Matt as a friend, or even really know him.
Fortunately, the first upgrade she got for her excellent performance was a chip that could be sent to the real Sarah, who was currently attending medical school in another state, for her to update her memories every month and actually allow her DPM to act more like her during the monthly scheduled maintenance.
After they got over the euphoria of seeing each other for the first time in a month, they broke apart.
“So, how’s school going for her?” Matt asked.
“Fine, she’s actually learning a lot,” Sarah said, “Though she does miss you."
“Yeah, I can’t wait ‘till she gets the winter break off next month."
“Me too."
“So, are you ready for your upgrades?”
“I thought you’d never ask, this is my favorite part,” she grinned.
“Mine too,” Matt grinned back.
Sarah and Matt both had a thing for robots, and it was definitely included in the special configuration chip.
“Alright, turn around please,” Matt said, and once she did so, he parted the hair at the back of her neck and this time pressed a small freckle. The moment he did so, her body froze up and a seam appeared around her neck just below the freckle.
“I always love this part,” she said, her voice sounding digital now that she was no longer using her bodies vocal systems.
“Yeah, big turn on,” Matt agreed, lifting her head off her neck and turning it around to face him. It never ceased to amaze him how lifelike these DRMs were. Even up close, and with her head detached, he could not tell that her lovely face was synthetic, or that behind those blue eyes were two ultra-sophisticated camera lenses.
“Well, you gonna get started already,” she said, smiling at the way he was scrutinizing her.
“Oh, of course,” he said, blushing a little as he walked her head over to a device near his computer labelled A.N.A., Artificial Neck Apparatus.
He slowly brought her head over the device and it attached to the bottom of her neck so perfectly that it appeared to be a part of her neck. Once he was sure she was connected, he activated the device and then activated the program on his computer that controlled the device.
“New connection established with diagnostic terminal,” Sarah said in a monotone before returning to normal and saying, “I love it when I lose control like that!”
“Same here," he said, "I’m going to start the diagnostic on you while I perform maintenance on your body."
“Alright, and while it’s running, I’ll tell you some stories Sarah programmed into me."
“Good,” he said, and he started the diagnostic which, although taxing, would not interfere with her cognitive programs.
While she started telling him some stories the real Sarah had while at nursing school, Matt slowly started removing the clothing from her headless body. Once the dress and bra was off, he sat it down and removed the boots and stockings before finally removing her panties.
Fortunately Matt had actually seen the real Sarah naked on numerous occasions, and he was still amazed at how much her DPM resembled her. If her overall size and body shape were not enough, there were freckles and blemishes in the same locations, and even a birthmark on her lower back. She also had a true hourglass shape, so when she moved around, her hips swayed while her arms seemed to do something else entirely.
The one thing the DPMs didn’t do was sweat, so her body was perfectly dry despite it being in a room heated by all the electronics. Even though they don’t sweat, they do produce the same basic smells as the donor, so it still smelled like the real Sarah, even down to her choice of perfume.
After looking over her lovely body for any damage in her synthetic skin, he made her body sit down in a nearby chair while he opened up various access panels on her torso, arms, and legs.
“Wow Sarah, what did you do to stress out your back servos?” Matt asked as he worked inside the back panel.
“Oh, a customer had me get a large stroller down from a shelf,” she said, still able to access memories from working as well as from her donor.
“Well next time have an MCA do it, you almost blew it,” he said, pulling out a damaged servo, causing the body to violently twitch.
“Sorry,” she said, a blush forming on her face.
After he finished fixing the servos in her back, he moved down to her legs and fixed the stressed servos that controlled her lower legs and feet. He actually had to remove her perfect size 6 feet to repair the damaged, but with his foot fetish, he would have done it anyway. After fixing the stress issues, he pressed both foot bottoms into his face and breathed in the artificial scent of light foot odor.
“Enjoying yourself?” she laughed, watching him from the desk as he rubbed a solution on her feet which repaired the minor stress damage caused to her skin by her standing on her feet for hours on end.
“Oh yeah,” he replied, reattaching her feet and walking back over to her head.
“Good, so how am I?” she asked, since the diagnostic had just finished.
“Perfect, all systems functioning within defined parameters,” he said, reading the report verbatim.
“Good, now for the upgrades,” she said excitedly.
“Alright,” he said, and he turned the A.N.A. around so he could access her head panel, where he pressed a pink button, which caused her scalp to disconnect from her head.
“Wow, this feels weird every time,” she said.
“I’ll bet,” he said, putting the scalp panel with her long hair still attached on a nearby table and then peering inside her open head at all the marvelous tech which allowed her head to work, as well as her CPU array.
Bundled to her CPU array was a set of sub-processors designed to process each of the five senses. Since he was upgrading her facial recognition, he headed to her ocular sub-processor and removed a small chip with a pair of special tweezers.
“Hardware removed,” Sarah said in a monotone.
“Don’t worry, I’m about to correct that,” he said, putting the old chip down and picking a new one up. Once he had it plugged in, she said “New hardware detected…facial recognition updated."
“Well, how does it look?”
“Awesome, looks like I’ll be able to remember more people by their faces now."
“Good, now for your speech recognition,” he said, and he did the same thing with her auditory sub-processor.
“Wow, thanks Matt, I feel much better now,” Sarah said, after he had reattached her scalp and her head to her body.
“Don’t mention it."
“So, how much time do we have left?” she asked slyly.
“Plenty,” he said, getting her drift.
“Excellent, let’s get started then,” she smiled, and once he made sure his work room was locked, he and her engaged in a healthy round of sex.
Once they were finished, he had her take a quick shower to clean herself up and then he regrettably told her that he had to take her out.
“Well Matt, it was fun and I’m sure the videos I took will please Sarah,” Sarah said, back in her clothes again.
“I’m sure they will too,” Matt said.
“Well, see you next month,” she said, giving him a kiss.
“Yeah,” he said, giving her a kiss and hug in return.
“Alright, best not to drag this out,” she said, turning around and parting the hair at the back of her neck.
“Okay,” he said, and he opened her panel and removed the chip.
“Special configuration removed, rebooting into standard configuration,” she said, and her head slumped down for a few seconds before rising back up again.
“Ah, is my maintenance complete?” she asked, back to her work self.
“Yes Sarah, though at this hour, you may as well head to your charging station,” Matt said, tucking the chip into an envelope he planned on mailing out the next day.
“Thanks Matt, I look forward to my next scheduled maintenance,” she smiled, and then she headed out of the room.
“Me too,” Matt said, attaching a device to his temples and laying back for a few minutes. Once the devices were finished, he removed a chip from them and added it to the envelope. “I hope she’s enjoying my DPM as much as I am hers,” he said, whistling to himself as he sealed the envelope and then headed into the shower.
“Have the DPMs made us lazy?”
“Hi, my name is Clarence Jade, host of Tech News Now!”
“I’m here with an important person who has been heralding the arrival of the DPM class androids as the end of society as we know it,” he said to the camera. “Please welcome my guest, Cornelius Wedge!” he said.
-Recording of applause-… -Applause slowly faded as Cornelius sits down.
“Alright, now people have been calling you a doomsayer since you started speaking out against the first model of DPMs, now that we are on the second major model, your cries have been getting louder, why is that?” Clarence asked.
“Well, in a nutshell, DPMs are making humans lazy, by doing the work for us,” he said.
“I see, but the main point of DPMs are so that people can continue their education or studies without also having to worry about the stress of working,” Clarence said, “Also, only a limited array of companies have accepted the DPMs into their work force with others adamantly refusing to ever do so,”
“Yes, and some people are legitimately using them for that purpose and are moving on from their DPMs into their fields, but I am not crying out for the present, but for the future,” Cornelius said, “Even as we speak, the DPM model III is being developed and when it is released, it is going to blow our minds with how real they are…they’ll even be able to think past their programming,” he said.
“Sounds like an improvement,” Clarence said.
“Perhaps, but with the improved ability to think, what is to stop them from having a catastrophic malfunction which causes them to kill their donor in order to live their life?” Cornelius said, “believe me, it is possible since we are basically creating artificial copies of real people…that’s real people with real character flaws, real fallacies, and real emotions such as jealousy and rage,” he said.
“Wow, well you’ve certainly given us much to think about, you folks at home can read much more in his book!” Clarence said, as the lights faded with the applause.
“Narcissism”
Siri was very excited.
She was a huge fan of the DPMs, and when she received a call from the company that built them that they wanted her to test their latest product, she immediately headed over to their headquarters, the Spaztec Temple, where she was now sitting in the lobby.
“Siri Todd?” a man’s voice called out from the other end of the lobby.
“That’s me!” she nearly screamed, jolted from her thoughts.
“I can see,” he said, smiling at her energy, “follow me.”
“You here to show me my new DPM?” she asked, getting up and following him out of the lobby and into an elevator.
“Yes, you are one of the first people to beta-test the new DPM mark III,” he said, pressing a button labelled B2.
“Am I? I’m honored,” she said, “I’m a big fan, my friends and I all have them."
“Glad to hear my product is so popular."
“Your product?”
“Yes, I’m the one who developed them, and I’ve been steadily improving my work, with the help of testers like you,” he said, getting off the elevator and walking down a walkway.
“Thanks, that means a lot to me to help you create something so awesome."
“Well, here we are,” he said, opening the door to a room that was made to look like an average sized bedroom. There was a bed, a closet, and a one way mirror where there would have been a window.
“Is this where I'll see it?” she asked, getting more excited.
“Yes, we thought the bedroom setup would make you feel more comfortable, and we'll be watching from the other side of the glass."
“Okay,” she said, though that had already been mentioned to her in the disclaimer.
“Alright, so I’ll stay in here for a while to introduce some of the new features, and then I’ll leave you alone with your new DPM,” he said, taking a remote out of his pocket.
“Alright,” Siri said, containing her excitement.
“Well Siri, here’s your new DPM,” he said, pressing a button on the remote.
The second the button was pressed, a section of the room lifted out from the rest and then rotated around before stopping and going back in. On the new section of floor was an exact copy of Siri, even wearing the same clothes.
Siri was a girl in her mid-twenties. She was a Caucasian and Asian mix with wild black, punk rocker hair with bangs coming down nearly to her eyes. She was of average height for a woman, somewhere around 5”7 and had hazel colored eyes. Both she and her doppelganger were wearing Converse shoes with ankle socks, and blue jeans. They were also wearing matching long sleeve blue waffle shirts with a red undershirt, and the same scarf.
“Wow, you even got the same clothes!” Siri screamed, quickly walking over to her new DPM and getting a closer look.
“Yeah, that’s why we asked for a picture of your favorite outfit,” the man smiled.
“She looks just like me, but so did my Mark II…is there anything different with the way you make the skin?” she asked, carefully poking her copies face and feeling the skin.
“The skin on the mark IIs was very refined, all we did with the Mark IIIs was refine it further to make it more cost-effective…what we did change is now she can sweat, thus making her look and feel even more real while she is active."
“Cool, that’s the one thing that always bugged me…her looking so dry when working out with me,” Siri said, feeling her copies hair.
“Yeah, we’ve also improved the processing power of the CPU so she will be able to perform a little better."
“Good, can I turn her on now?”
“Do you have her updated chip?”
“Yes."
“Well, plug it in and then you can try her out."
“Alright,” she said, and she opened the head panel at the back of her copies head and attached a chip to an empty port before closing the panel.
“Siri, one other thing I should mention…a new feature we added was voice control, that way you can control your DPM without having to open a panel or find the remote,” the man said, seeing her about to press the activation switch behind the left ear.
“Really, that’s cool,” she said, “Does it work even when she's off?”
“Yes," he nodded, "go ahead…your voice is the only one that can control her, but you can add other users whenever you like."
“Alright, here goes then,” she said, rubbing her hands together, “Siri-bot, turn on."
“Prototype DPM Siri preparing for first time activation…loading all systems…systems loaded, now starting A.I. Siri,” her DPM said, before closing its eyes. When they reopened, they focused on Siri and then she smiled. “Hello Siri, I’m your DPM Mark III prototype, I can do anything you can do, and can do it whenever you like,” Siri-bot said, smiling with her pre-programmed first greeting.
“Hi, I’m so excited to meet you,” Siri said.
“I’m excited to be you,” Siri-bot said.
“Well, if you two are alright, I’m going to head out…remember, I’ll be on the other side of that glass observing,” he said, and after a double nod, he curtly headed out and left them alone.
“So Siri-bot, did they program some of the memories from my Mark II into you?” Siri asked.
“Yes,” Siri-bot said.
“Good, so do you feel any different?” Siri asked.
“Oh yes, my brain is much faster now, and I can feel some perspiration forming on my lower back and feet,” Siri-bot said.
“Cool, can I see?” Siri asked.
“Sure, take a look,” Siri-bot said, turning around and lifting up the back of her shirt.
“Wow, you really are sweating…cool, now maybe the folks at your work will think it is really me now,” Siri said, feeling the moisture on her DPMs back and then wiping her hand off on her shirt.
“Yeah,” Siri-bot agreed, “So, you wanna try out some of my new features?”
“Sure, he told me you have voice controls,” Siri said.
“Yep, they are basic controls that allow you to turn me on or off, make me freeze in place, put me in standby, or use voice command to cause my various panels to open,” Siri-bot explained.
“Cool, are you still aware when you are frozen?” Siri asked.
“No, it’s just a way to pause me without the trouble of putting me in standby which takes longer,” Siri explained, “You can also pose me, as my limbs can still be moved if you do it carefully,” she added.
“I see, well I think I’ll start with that,” Siri said.
“Alright, just say freeze after my name,” Siri-bot said.
“Alright, Siri-bot freeze,” Siri said.
The second the words left Siri’s lips, Siri-bot froze in her current stance, which was standing straight up, staring directly at Siri with her hands on her hips.
“Wow, that was cool!” Siri said, walking forward and getting an extreme close-up of her DPMs frozen face, which looked as though it could start moving at any moment. After she waved her hand in front of her duplicate’s face, she grabbed hold of the left arm and lifted it from the waist and posed it into an outstretched position so she could examine the hand. “Extraordinary!” Siri mused, moving the fingers around and noticing the small amounts of moisture that had formed in the palm of the hand she was examining. After posing the other arm, and slightly bending the knees, Siri finally stepped back and said “Siri-bot unfreeze."
Siri-bot instantly started moving, noting the difference in her position and smiling, “Did you have fun?”
“Yes,” Siri said, blushing a little.
“Do you wanna see the rest of me now?” Siri-bot said with a suggestive glance downwards at the rest of her body.
“Oh, yes of course,” Siri said, blushing some more.
“Alright,” Siri-bot smiled, and she slowly started disrobing until she stood before her donor completely naked.
“Wow, we look beautiful,” Siri said, admiring her DPM as she would herself in a mirror. She admired her perfectly shaved pussy and her larger end of the B range breasts.
“I can’t believe you haven’t found yourself a man yet,” Siri-bot said, turning around so Siri could see her backside.
“I know,” Siri said, walking forward and feeling her double’s breasts and vagina and admiring the realism that carried over from the Mark II…she still shuddered at the feel of the Mark I, which was a more plastic feel.
She noted they were able to add more of the minute details, such as small body hairs, and the glistening of the skin caused by the perspiration. It also wasn’t very often a person could actually see themselves in this fashion, so she appreciated every second she felt and examined her DPMs gorgeous body, because it was like exploring her own. She even smelled the scent of her own perspiration mixed with her usual floral perfume.
“Well, what do you think?” Siri-bot asked, once Siri finished.
“You’re amazing!” she said, Siri said, stepping back and nodding in approval.
“Thanks,” Siri-bot said, now blushing herself.
Seeing herself blush, Siri suddenly felt something stirring in herself. On an impulse, she suddenly moved forward and planted a kiss on her DPM’s lush lips. When she pulled away, she saw a look of confused pleasure in her own face, which only helped to accentuate the feelings she was now experiencing. “You have the same sexual capabilities, right?” Siri asked, suddenly desiring to have sex with her own DPM.
“Yes, with a few enhancements,” Siri-bot nodded.
“Good,” Siri said, and she quickly tore off all her clothes and then grabbed her double’s shoulders and guided her to the bed.
Once at the bed, Siri had her DPM lay down while she began teasing her copies realistic vagina. As Siri-bot moaned in pleasure, Siri began feeling the area get wet, and she also detected an unusual smell. After sniffing around, she discovered it was the lubricant coming from her DPM, except it was endowed with a scent of cherries. Once Siri-bot was warmed up, they switched positions and gave Siri exactly the same treatment.
As they began testing out several positions, they both experienced more pleasure than they ever thought possible. It was almost like a forbidden fruit fantasy, incest fantasy, except instead of messing around with another family member, they were fucking themselves. They were enjoying themselves until suddenly Siri jerked around.
“Siri, are you okay?” Siri-bot asked, getting concerned.
“Oh yes, I’m fine…click…I’m fine,” she said, her neck twisting unnaturally as she continued pleasuring her DPM.
“Are you sure?” Siri-bot asked, since Siri’s movements were becoming more and more uncontrolled.
“I’m not sure, I seem to have lost control of my boo.oo.ooooo.d.yyyyyy,” she said, the last bit coming out in a digital tone.
“Oh my god Siri, you’re an android too?!” Siri-bot screamed, getting out of the bed and watching the spectacle with horror.
“No, I’m human…I’m human…human…error, critical error in primary logic systems,” she said, still tweaking out on the bed, “Critical error in primary sleeper systems, all systems shutting dowwwwwn,” she said, and she slowly wound down as her double stared down at her from next to the bed.
Before the DPM could do anything though, the door suddenly burst open and another Siri walked in, saying, “Siri shut down.”
“DPM Siri shutting down,” she said, her head slumping down and her body locking into its upright position.
“Well Siri, looks like your HRM project didn’t go too well,” the man said, coming in after her.
“I can see that,” she said, walking over to the bed and opening a panel in the HRM Siri’s abdomen, “I think it was just a minor bug,” she said, running a quick diagnostic on a tablet she plugged in.
“Interesting, what are you going to call this one?” he asked, running a diagnostic on the DPM Siri.
“Hmmmm, how about the Narcissus bug?”
“Very good,” he said, and then they both broke into laughter as they had a pair of technicians wheel both units out for further testing.
“HRMs*”
HRMs, or Human Replacement Models, are a planned branch of the DPM line. They contain the same enhancements as the DPMs, with a few extras since they are intended to replace real humans who have died untimely, unnatural deaths.
While a promising model line, development is currently frozen due to the legal issues regarding bringing a person back to life in an android body.
- Possible future anthology theme
“Beta-Date”
Greg visited the same coffee shop every day that he ran errands. When he saw a new girl working there one day that he found attractive, he took a few weeks to muster up the courage to even ask her a little about herself.
She was a young woman in her early twenties and was quite tall for a girl, probably pushing six-foot to his five-eleven and she had a large, but not fat, body type. She had pale skin, but a slightly foreign look about her despite her being Caucasian. She had long, thick curly dark brown hair which fell past her. She also had green eyes which lit up her face.
Greg himself was not too shabby. He was in his mid-twenties and had a kind subtly handsome face framed by sandy brown hair and lit up by hazel eyes. He was not skinny, nor was he fat. He was actually quite fit looking.
He found out her name was Sabrina, and she was an American born from Mexican parents.
When he finally gathered up enough courage to ask her out on a date, he discovered that he was actually talking to a DPM. Fortunately, she was quite friendly. She said she found him cute and that she might consider telling her donor about him if he sent his own DPM to have a date with her.
Agreeing instantly, he asked her what time she would be getting off the next day, and if that time would be good for her. When she said yes, she gave him the time, 3pm, and then she returned to work with a backward glance at him.
With the place and time set, he ran home and got his own DPM ready to represent him. He got him groomed, cleaned, and upgraded with the latest software and brain scans. The next day, he gave his DPM a pep talk to go over everything, such as deal breakers, however since his DPM had the same knowledge he did, it was more to get nerves out of the way.
DPM Greg went to the coffee shop at the exact time DPM Sabrina said she would be getting off. When he got there, he found her already sitting down at a secluded table in the corner with drinks already ordered, since she remembered the drink the real Greg had ordered the previous times.
“Hello DPM Sabrina, I’m DPM Greg,” DPM Greg introduced himself as he approached the table.
“Hello DPM Greg, my donor was pleased to hear of your donor’s interest in us and she has given me as long as I wish to evaluate whether your donor would be a fine match for my donor,” DPM Sabrina said.
“Excellent, may I be seated?”
“Of course, I also took the liberty of getting us drinks,” she said, pushing his peppermint mocha across the table to where he was seated.
“That was very thoughtful of you, thanks!” he said, taking a sip and feeling more comfortable.
“It’s amazing, this feeling, don’t you think?” she asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
“Which feeling?”
“The feelings of nervousness from our donors, mixed with the feeling of calm from our programming."
“Yes, my donor would probably be stuttering and shaking,” Greg laughed.
“Same here,” Sabrina smiled, “So, why don’t we get started…what do you find attractive about me?”
“Everything,” he said, “I like the color of your eyes and the way they light up your lovely face. I like the way your hair perfectly frames your face. I like the way you're big and tall without being too skinny or too fat. I like how you have such small teeth,” he said, “Like I said, I like everything about you, including the way you can make me laugh."
“Thanks,” she said with a hint of a blush, “I like the way you look at me. I like that you laughed at the puns I used the few times we chatted, even though they weren’t that funny. I also like the kindness in your face."
“Thanks,” he said, his turn to blush.
“So, is there anything you’d like to know about me?”
“Yes, are you religious?”
“Atheist,” she replied, “You?”
“Same,” he said, looking visibly relieved.
“Good,” she said, relieved as well.
“What did you study in school?” he asked, “what career do you have, or want to have?”
“My donor is actually still in school, though she is nearly done,” Sabrina said, “She's studying for her Master’s in Psychology and she wants to be a profiler for the FBI."
“Impressive,” Greg nodded in approval, “My donor finished school with his Master’s in Criminology and is currently training to work at the local police station as a data analyst."
“Nice, so that means he gets to work a normal 40-hour week?”
“Yep, he could have been a field agent, but that would mean he would have very little free time and he has a desire to have a family."
“I see, Sabrina wants a family too…but she isn’t sure if being a profiler would mean she would have to travel around a lot."
“I think she can get a post at the local field office,” he said, “he was also interested in a job at the FBI, and still is."
“I’ll have to tell her that,” Sabrina said, “So what does your donor have you do now that you aren’t allowed to work for him?”
“He has me run some errands for him, and help him with the chores around the house."
“Oh, I guess that’s what I have to look forward to in a few months."
“Yeah, so what kinds of shows and movies do you watch?” Greg asked, getting things back on track.
“Science fiction, action, adventure…the usual,” she shrugged.
“Same here, especially 'Yes, We’re Live on Saturday Nights'."
“Oh, I love that show too!"
“I’m not sure I like the new cast members,” Greg said, getting real comfortable with the turn of the conversation.
“Neither do I."
“Do you have any family?”
“Yeah, my parents and two little brothers,” she said, “They live a few miles away in the next town."
“Nice, I have three brothers. Two older, one younger."
“Do you get along with them at all?”
“Kind of, they’re family,” he shrugged, “Though I’m the only one who has embraced the use of DPMs, the others are still stubborn in sticking to the past."
“My donor’s parents weren’t pleased with her getting me,” Sabrina said, “They thought she was just lazy, but they mellowed out a little when they saw how well she was able to focus in school,” she added, moving in a little closer to him.
“Same here,” Greg said, getting the hint and moving in and planting a kiss on her lush lips, which she returned.
“So, do you want to go somewhere more private now to move to the next step of this?” Sabrina asked, pulling away from him a few seconds later, her cheeks rosy.
“Yes, my donor procured a DPM meeting room nearby,” Greg said, “If that is alright with you."
“It is, let’s go,” she said, and they both got up and walked out of the shop together.
DPM meeting rooms are basically repurposed hotels designed for DPMs to meet and evaluate one another in private to see if their donors would be compatible with each other. DPM Greg and DPM Sabrina checked in to their room in the nearby meeting place for standard time of three hours.
“Wow, I never thought I’d be taken to a place like this,” Sabrina said, putting her bag down and settling in.
“Me neither,” Greg said, putting his stuff down next to hers and joining her in the small seating area near the window.
“Are you ready to get started?”
“Yes."
“Alright, I’ll give you the usual five-minutes of free looking with my clothes on,” she said, standing up in front of him.
“Okay,” he said, and then she straightened up and said “Entering five-minute demonstration mode,” and she froze with a generic smile on her face.
Knowing he only had five minutes to touch or get close-ups of any visible part of her body, he immediately got started with her face. He was entranced with the photogenic pose her face had frozen in; a nice smile. He leaned in really close and looked at her eyes, admiring the green color. He then tweaked her large nose and then let his fingers feel the entirety of her lush lips before gingerly opening them and peeking at her small teeth.
After her face, he grabbed a few locks of her thick curly hair and felt it with his fingers, and smelled the fruity conditioner that she used.
Finishing up with her hair, and moved on to her chest. She was wearing a simple three-quarter sleeve black shirt suitable for working in a typical work place. It had a low cut neck, so he was able to see quite a bit below her neckline leading almost to her bosom. He admired the few freckles that were present in the areas he could see, and after copping a feel, he could tell her breasts were at least in the C range.
“Nice,” Greg said approvingly, now moving to her arms and manipulating her right arm so he could get a better look at her hand. Her hands were another thing he liked about her appearance, because they were very womanly instead of girly. They were not so scrawny the bones were showing, and the wrinkles were very pronounced at each joint. He noted that she had painted her nails, which was one of the things his donor didn’t necessarily like or approve of, but was not a deal breaker.
Now more than halfway through his five minutes, he felt her stomach and back through her shirt, as well as her large buttocks.
As he neared the end of his time and got down to her feet, which were still in her flats. He could tell she was wearing no socks, and that she had very large feet; most likely size 10. He wished he had asked her to remove her shoes first.
Knowing his time was about to be up, he stood back up and waited.
“Demonstration mode complete,” she said, coming back to life and looking at him, “So, how did you enjoy your tour of my body?”
“You look very nice, but…”
“What is it?”
“My donor has a foot fetish, do you think you could remove your shoes so I can examine your feet?”
“Hmmm, I won’t remove them, but I’ll let you do it for me,” she said with a sly smile, sitting back down.
“Thanks,” Greg said sitting down opposite her as she extended her legs onto his lap.
“Don’t mention it,” she smiled, watching as he grabbed her shoes and carefully removed them from her large feet.
“Wow, you have big feet,” he said, putting her shoes down on the floor and looking closer at both her large feet.
“Yeah, well I’m a large girl so I guess I need large feet to support all of me,” she joked.
“Yeah,” he laughed, gently feeling both foot bottoms. Since they were both Mark IIIs, they both produced the same sweat and smells as their donor, and DPM Sabrina had been standing on her feet most of the day, so they were quite moist and aromatic. Her toenails, like her fingernails, were also painted. But unlike the red she chose for her fingers, her toenails were painted black.
After he spent a few minutes closely examining both her lovely feet, he nodded in approval and lifted them off his lap so she could put them back on the floor.
“Well?” she asked.
“Your feet are perfect…I’m sure my donor will appreciate them,” he said.
“Good, now are you ready to give me five minutes?”
“Yes,” he said, standing up, “Is there anything you’d like me to do before I start?”
“Hmmm,” she said, putting a thinking expression on her pretty face, “Would you mind removing your shirt?” she asked with a hopeful expression.
“Sure,” he smiled, and he removed the light jacket he was wearing, as well as the t-shirt underneath it. Considering his donor wasn’t planning on doing any field work for the police or FBI, he still had a pretty well-toned body. He had a loosely defined six-pack and well developed muscles in his upper body.
“Thanks, you can get started now."
“Okay,” he smiled, and then he accessed his controls and set himself for a five minute demonstration mode.
“My turn,” Sabrina smiled, and she got started on him.
She ended up doing much of the same stuff he did to her. Though when she got to his chest, she spent extra time examining his muscle development, including flexing his arms and feeling his biceps. The last thing she did was cup his crotch before waiting for the last few seconds to tick away.
“Demonstration mode complete,” he said, five minutes later, his mind coming back online. He could tell she had moved his arms around, but not anything else. “Well, what did you think?”
“You look very nice, and surprisingly muscly…I thought you weren’t going to be a field agent,” she said, sitting back down.
“Well, I ran track and cross country in school, so it got me pretty well cut,” he said, sitting down with her.
“Oh, I see,” she said, “Is your donor still running?”
“A little, not nearly as much now that he isn’t doing to for competition."
“Of course,” she agreed, “So you ready for the next step?” she asked with a smile.
“Absolutely,” he said, and they both stood back up and began removing the rest of their clothing.
Once they both stood in front of one another completely naked, they both spent a few moments admiring one another’s appearance.
Sabrina’s pale skin color was present throughout her body, with a random arrangement of freckles and blemishes. Apparently, her donor didn’t get out much. Her breasts were truly in the C range, looking quite perfect on her despite her large body type. She had neatly trimmed pubic hair leading the way to her perfect vagina.
Greg looked even better completely nude as well. His legs were even more developed than his mid-section was, and he had a modest size penis which was standing at attention in the presence of Sabrina.
“Well, shall we get started?” Greg offered.
“Yes,” she said, and she moved in and began making out with him.
As they both began kissing and feeling one another’s naked bodies, they slowly made their way over to the bed were they then began getting into a few sexual positions. Once Greg was ready, he slowly inserted himself into her welcoming vagina and began pumping up and down, feeling waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he panted in rhythm and felt the sweat rolling down his back.
Sabrina was clearly enjoying it too, as she slowly started moaning in rhythm which then grew to loud pants.
Moments later, both their orgasms arrived simultaneously and they both collapsed into one another in ecstasy. When they finally recovered from the waves of pleasure rolling over them, they both rolled over and looked into one another’s eyes.
“You were really good,” Sabrina said, leaning in and giving him a kiss.
“Thanks, so were you,” he said, returning it with a blush.
A few minutes later, when they were fully recovered, they climbed out of the bed and sat down in the chairs.
“So, how would you evaluate me?” Greg asked, “Do you think your donor would like to date mine?”
“You are really good,” she said, “You are about to have a steady job, you are athletic, good looking, kind, we share certain interests, and you are good in bed."
“Thanks, so are you."
“I don’t see any reason why our donors wouldn’t get along, even to the point of marriage."
“Same here."
“Well then, our business here is concluded,” Greg said, standing up, “Would you like to join me for a quick shower?”
“Sure,” she said, and she got up and followed him to the bathroom where the enjoyed a hot shower.
Once they were out, they got dressed and addressed one another.
“I need to head home and recharge now, I’m sure my donor is also eager to hear from me,” Greg said.
“Same here,” she agreed.
“I hope our donors do get together,” he added, “That way we can see each other again."
“Yeah,” she smiled knowingly.
“Well, until then,” he said, leaning in and giving her a kiss.
“Until then,” she agreed, returning it with a hug.
When they finally broke apart, they gathered their things and then headed out together to tell their donors how the date went.
“Convenience…or exploitation?”
“Hello everyone, I’m Clarence Jade, sitting down with renowned philosopher and researcher Demetrius Constantine,” Clarence said, once the fake applause ended.
“Hello Clarence, glad to be here today,” Demetrius said, absently brushing his long beard.
“So, you have been making quite the claim, that we have essentially created a new slave race with our DPMs, could you explain this?” Clarence asked.
“Of course,” he obliged, “These DPMs look like us, they act like us, and they have all of our memories and personality, yet we make them do all the work while we do the things we want to do…now think to yourself, what would you do if you had to go through the same ordeal?” he asked.
“Well, I wouldn’t be too happy, but it is my impression the DPMs are programmed to be happy to help out their donors,” Clarence said.
“Perhaps, but everyone is different…it is already common knowledge that some DPMs just don’t work out in the jobs they have to do, because their donated personality is that of someone who is lazy, rude, or privileged,” Demetrius said.
“But still, the programming protects anyone who comes in contact with it,” Clarence said.
“Yes, but programming can be changed, or even fail,” he countered, “What if a massive virus were to be created and all the DPMs suddenly revolted?” he asked.
“Interesting thought, that and more after the break!” Clarence said.
“Rules regarding DPMs”
Aside from the usual rules of robotics, here are the rules regarding the DPM class android: • They must look like their donor. They are required to have their appearances updated at a designated facility every 6-months. • They must have the personality of the donor they resemble. No putting another person’s personality in them, unless for recreational purposes. • They may only work at a cooperating business for as long as their donor is in school and/or unemployed. Once the donor gets a job in their career, the DPM must quit. • Their personality must be updated at least once a month. • They may not work more than a regular human can, per union rules. • They may only fill in for you in your career job if you are: Sick, at a funeral, or dead (So they can finish up your work before submitting themselves for termination)