By keraptis02@hotmail.com
Inspired by "The Offer" by Android675@aol.com
If you have not read "The Offer" by Android675@aol.com, to which this story is a sequel, stop right here and read it first. (It's available here, among other places.) If you don't, you're missing out on a GREAT story and you may not understand everything that occurs in this one!
Note: The following story contains explicit sexual material. If stories about sex, and particularly robots and sex, do not appeal to you, please don't read any further. This story should not be read by anyone under eighteen years of age. (You know who you are.)
When Sam woke up the next
morning, she was still lying on her back in bed. As far as she could tell, she hadn't moved in her sleep the
entire night. All of her muscles were
stiff—much more so than after her first experience with the silver suit. It took quite an effort to get to her
feet. Only after twenty minutes of
stretching did she feel like she had most of the kinks out. Once she felt like herself again, Sam walked
over to the computer. She switched it
on, then stepped back toward the mirror.
As the computer booted up, Sam
struck a series of robotic poses in the mirror, watching her silver body
intently. She had to admit, she looked
perfect—and she was getting quite good at acting like a machine, too. Like an expert choreographer, she was able
to capture the personality of her robotic persona flawlessly. Each movement was fluid yet precise,
graceful yet halting.
Sam concentrated on each
movement in sequence, making sure to complete each one before moving on to the
next. Bend elbows. Stop.
Extend forefingers and thumbs slightly in robotic pointing gesture. Stop.
Raise right arm to bring hand to eye level. Stop. Rotate upper torso
to right. Stop. Bend forward at waist. Stop.
Straighten to previous position.
Stop. Tilt head sideways. Stop.
Extend fingers of right hand, bring hand to mouth, raise eyebrows, shape
mouth like an O. Stop. A few times, just for effect, Sam forced
herself to reverse and redo the last part of a move, creating a stutter effect
that made her look even more like a mechanical robot. She loved it!
The computer had finished
starting up by now, and Sam once again logged onto her ISP and headed for the
Precision Passion web site. As the
familiar screen loaded, Sam felt the gentle buzzing at the back of her neck
again. By now she was fairly certain
that the Precision Passion web server was somehow communicating with her
suit. Amazing. No wonder the site seemed to know exactly
what she was doing!
Sam decided not to sit down
in front of her computer this time. It
felt more appropriate to stand at attention.
The Choose For Me
button was there again. Next to it was
another button, titled simply Help.
Hoping to find out if the silver spandex she'd ordered was available in
other styles, so she could recommend it to her students, Sam decided to click
on Help. But before she could
move to touch her mouse, her suit buzzed briefly, transmitting her thoughts
directly to the computer. The web site
displayed its response instantly.
Well, since being able to
modify the suit's appearance after purchase didn't change the way the site was
advertising it, this wasn't exactly the information Sam was looking for. But it was surprisingly close. If nothing else, the suggestion was worth
trying out.
Lifting her spandex-covered
hand in front of her eyes, Sam concentrated on making the suit's shiny metallic
glove disappear. Nothing. Then, as she watched, the chrome of her fingertips
suddenly began to give way to flesh.
The spandex seemed to be contracting, the sleeve gradually pulling the
fabric on her hand into the rest of the suit.
With just a little more mental effort, Sam quickly got her other sleeve
to do likewise.
Sam's silver sleeves, now
cut off neatly at the wrist, seemed a tiny bit thicker and heavier than they
had been, as though they had taken on the mass and volume of the now-missing
gloves. Then, a mild electric tingle
coursed through Sam's body as the suit distributed the additional material
along its entire surface. The suit felt
no different than before, other than the fact that Sam's hands were no longer
covered. Incredible!
Now that she could make the
suit do anything she wanted, Sam was pretty sure that she would never take it
off again. She found that thought very
reassuring.
Turning away from her
computer, Sam glanced at the clock for the first time. It was almost noon! Today was a day off from the gym, so Sam
decided to run a few errands before Kim's arrival. Pausing briefly to adjust her suit some more—she shortened the
sleeves to three-quarter length and lowered the neckline to her collarbone—Sam
pulled on her favorite pair of denim overalls.
Time to get out and enjoy the sunshine!
As soon as Sam stepped
outside, she could tell that people were taking notice of her. Thanks to her overalls, the only silver that
was visible was at the top of her chest and along the length of each arm, but
that was more than enough to attract attention. Everywhere she went, she saw people slow down to get a good look
at her. She wondered what they were all
thinking. There was disapproval,
perhaps even a kind of judgment, in some of their stares. But behind that, if any of them dared to
admit it, there was fascination, and curiosity—even envy.
Sam was sure that some of
them were wondering where she'd bought the silver spandex, the men wishing they
could buy it for their wives and girlfriends, the women imagining it on
themselves. But of course, none of them
got up the courage to ask her. Sam, for
her part, imagined what it would be like if they did ask—if they all put
on silver suits, if the streets were filled with people walking purposefully to
and fro in gleaming chrome. The thought
was pleasing.
Though she found she wasn't
really feeling very hungry today, Sam stopped briefly at the grocery store to
pick up a few things. Waiting at the
checkout counter, she stood transfixed by the red beams of the bar code scanner
as the girl passed each item over it. Boop!
came the scanner's report, followed by the grinding response of the cash
register printing the next line of her receipt. As she listened more closely, Sam could hear a dozen other
scanners beeping merrily along the length of the store, other cash registers
grinding and dinging. She could hear
conveyor belts rolling, automatic doors swishing open and closed, security
cameras swiveling back and forth. And
behind all of that, the electric hum that powered the overhead lights, the
refrigerators and freezers, the computers in the glass-walled office above the
customer service desk.
Sam found herself wishing
she could be part of the wordless conversation taking place between the
machines that ran the store. She
imagined how focused and directed her thoughts would be. Accessing. Processing.
Scanning. Receiving. Computing.
Updating. Transmitting. So simple.
So wonderfully simple.
"Excuse me," she heard the
checkout girl say impatiently. "How are
you paying for this?"
Input received, Sam thought to
herself. A part of her wanted to
respond with a loud boop—after all, that was what the human girl
expected to hear from the other devices she worked with. But Sam just laughed to herself as she
looked down to her purse. Silently, she
pulled out a credit card and swiped it along the side of the little keypad
before her. The friendly device asked
her if the amount was OK, and a faint smile appeared on her face as she pressed
Yes. Soon the transaction was
complete, and she was on her way out of the store without speaking a word.
Sam ducked into a couple of
other stores, just long enough to grab something quickly or to browse for a
while. It wasn't long before she
realized she wasn't all that interested in shopping. It was good to be out, if only for the fun of turning people's
heads—but as long as Ben was still out of town, Sam realized she'd much rather
be alone with the suit.
Sam headed back toward home,
walking as quickly as she could.
Immediately upon entering her apartment, she shed her overalls and
restored the suit's full sleeves and gloves.
She couldn't wait to have a little more fun—but first she had to put
away her perishable groceries. Sam
brought her bags into the kitchen and started filling the refrigerator.
She was only half-way
through when the doorbell rang.
Kim! Was it 3:00 already? Her
friend was at the door, and here she was in a full-body silver catsuit!
Sam ran to the intercom to
buzz Kim in, then raced to her bedroom.
By the time the knock came on her apartment door, Sam had shortened the
suit's sleeves again and covered herself with a bathrobe. Clutching the robe closed at her chest, Sam
opened the door. There was Kim, dressed
in a tiny white blouse and tight blue jeans, greeting her with outstretched
arms. "Hey there, stranger!" Kim said,
beaming. Then her face took on a
puzzled expression as she noticed how out of breath Sam was. "Sam, are you OK?" Kim asked. "You look like you're surprised to see me."
"No, no, I was expecting
you," Sam replied hastily. "I just got
out of the shower, that's all. Guess I
lost track of the time." Suddenly, the
back of Sam's neck began to tingle—like it did whenever she was logged on to
the web site. But her computer was
switched off. It didn't make any
sense! A particularly strong current
suddenly surged through the suit, and Sam's head cocked involuntarily to the
side for an instant. Oh no, Sam
thought to herself. Did she see
that?
Kim bent down to pick up her
suitcase, trying hard not to let her best friend see her smile. Sam was coming along nicely—that much was obvious. Even if Kim hadn't just received a full
status report from Sam's catsuit, she would have known Sam was wearing it
beneath the robe. Kim didn't have the
heart to tell Sam that she'd forgotten to remove the shiny spandex from her
feet.
Kim froze for a fraction of
a second—far too short a time for Sam to notice—and relayed Sam's status to the
central recruiting database. Processing
of Candidate Unit N979 proceeding within expected parameters. "Well," she asked, "are you going to let me
in?"
"Of course!" Sam said,
stepping back to let Kim enter the apartment.
"Just let me get dressed, OK?"
Sam turned and practically sprinted into her bedroom. By the time she emerged, she was wearing a
T-shirt and shorts. The silver suit, in
the form of a tank-top swimsuit, was hidden beneath her clothing. "I'm so happy to see you!" Sam cried as she
crossed the room to give Kim a proper welcome.
As she hugged Kim, Sam couldn't help but notice how tight and solid her
friend's body was. Wow, Sam
thought. Kim must be working out—a lot.
"It's great to see you,
too," Kim replied, pulling away to look Sam in the eye. "How've you been?"
"To be honest," Sam said
with a smile, "I've never been better."
Sam told Kim how well her job at the gym was going, then gave her all
the details about her deepening relationship with Ben. She even filled her in on the latest gossip
about some of their old college friends.
But what Sam really wished she could talk about was the way she'd been
feeling these last two days. As the conversation went on, Sam couldn't
stop thinking about how great the suit felt on her body. In fact, the desire to let the suit take
over again was starting to become a distraction. Quit it! she thought, scolding herself inwardly.
"I'm tired of talking about
me," Sam said at last. "What have you
been up to? You've got to tell me more
about the trip you mentioned in your email."
"Well," Kim began, "I met
this really great guy a few months ago, and we went away for the weekend. We hit it off even before we knew each
others' names, and we've been practically inseparable ever since." Well, Kim thought, there sure was a lot
missing from that version of the story!
But at least it was all true.
She'd fill Sam in on the rest soon enough.
"That's great!" Sam said. She was curious to hear more, but her mind
was wandering. She found herself
wondering what Kim would think of the Precision Passion web site. Kim had always been pretty open-minded about
things, so maybe she'd like it. Maybe
she'd even want a catsuit for herself—and of course, one for this new boyfriend
of hers.
Sam knew that eventually she
would have to introduce Kim to the web site.
The urge to get Kim to try on the spandex was irresistible. It was like . . . well, it was like programming. But it had been a while since they'd had a
good talk about anything, and Sam felt too awkward to bring up such an intimate
topic. Soon, she thought to
herself. But not yet.
Instead, Sam stuck to small
talk. Kim could see that Sam wanted to
tell her about the silver spandex she was wearing, but she said nothing about
it. She knew that the right moment
would come eventually, when Sam was ready.
So the two friends passed the next several hours talking about
everything except the one thing on both of their minds.
Eventually, Sam noticed that
it was dark outside. "Hey," she said,
"you must be starving. What do you want
to do for dinner?"
Kim stood up and stretched
her arms over her head. "I'm all set,
actually," she said. "Unless you want
something, I could easily skip it."
Kim's android body was fully equipped to simulate eating and drinking,
but of course it wasn't necessary and she didn't want to do it unless she had
to. Besides, she expected Sam's
appetite to be completely suppressed by this stage of the process.
"OK," Sam said, somewhat
relieved. She couldn't explain it, but
she wasn't hungry despite not having eaten a thing all day. "Then what do you say we go out dancing or
something?"
Kim smiled. She hadn't been dancing since her
conversion. "Sounds great! But I don't really have anything to
wear. Maybe I could borrow something
from you?"
Sam's eyes went wide. This was her chance to get Kim into the
silver suit! The opportunity was too
good to pass up. "As a matter of fact,
I think I've got just the thing. You
wouldn't mind wearing something . . . shiny, would you?"
"Are you kidding?" Kim
replied, almost indignantly. "Remember
you you're talking to, Samantha dear.
Let's see it!"
Sam ducked into her bedroom
and re-emerged with the second catsuit—the one intended for Ben—in her
hands. She held it up by its
shoulders. Her hands were shaking
slightly. "Isn't it incredible?"
Kim walked over to Sam and
took the suit from her. "Wow, Sam," she
said, eyeing the silver fabric up and down.
"You've got great taste. Gloves
and everything—I can't wait to try it on!"
Kim reached down to pull off her black ankle-length boots, then headed
for the bathroom. "Be right back."
Sam's heart was pounding
now. In a few minutes, Kim would have
the catsuit on, and she'd finally have someone to share this wonderful feeling
with. Just the thought of Kim in the
silver spandex was getting Sam really excited.
As her anticipation grew, dozens of tiny electrical surges began to
course through her body.
Suddenly, Sam had an
idea. Ducking back into the bedroom,
she reached under her bed and grabbed the remote control so that she would be
ready for Kim when she got out of the bathroom.
Kim, meanwhile, hid the
catsuit Sam had given her in the bathroom cabinet. The suit wasn't designed for her, and besides she didn't need
it. As she took off her blouse and
jeans—underwear was completely unnecessary for her now—she modified her outer
shell to mimic the appearance of the silver fabric. She was done in just a few seconds, so she stalled a bit to make
sure the right amount of time had gone by before coming out again.
When Kim stepped out of the
bathroom, Sam was sitting on the couch, the remote hidden within reach between
the cushions. Sam looked up to see Kim
walking slowly across the room—a perfect vision in silver. Kim stopped and turned to face her
friend. "I can't believe this thing!"
she exclaimed. "It's even better than
the costumes we used to wear on the dance team!"
"How do you feel?" Sam asked
without making eye contact. She was
staring at Kim's breasts and abdomen.
Kim looked unbelievable, and Sam was starting to feel a little
strange. Like she wanted to . . . .
"Fantastic," Kim said,
holding her arm away from her so she could get a good look at her silver hand. "This outfit is a total showstopper!" Kim twisted her body to look down the back
of her leg. "This is better than
anything you usually see people wearing to clubs. Most of that stuff has become so boring, don't you think?" she
asked without looking up.
Sam nodded slowly, barely
listening as Kim went on. "I mean, take
bikinis for example. They get smaller
and smaller, to the point where a girl can practically walk around naked, and
nobody seems to notice anymore, because they're ordinary. But this—even though this covers every inch
of my body, I feel more exposed than I would in any bikini. Nothing beats a catsuit."
Sam, still staring blankly
at Kim, didn't say anything. Kim smiled
knowingly, then asked a question that she knew Sam was programmed to
answer. "Where did you get this thing,
anyway?"
Sam paused a moment. Her heart raced as she thought of the right
words to say. Where was the voice when
she needed it?
"I bought it off a web
site," she stammered at last. "In fact
. . . I bought two. I'm wearing the
same suit right now." Sam was
practically shaking as she pulled her T-shirt off to reveal her silver torso.
"What do you mean, 'the
same'?" Kim asked as Sam removed her shorts.
"Yours is just a bathing suit."
Sam knew exactly what to do
now, even without the voice to tell her.
Initiate self demo, she heard her own voice say in her mind.
"Just watch," Sam said. Slowly, the silver fabric on her shoulders
and hips began to stretch outward, covering her neck, upper arms, and
thighs. A moment later, the silver had
spread to her forearms and calves. As
it enveloped Sam's feet and extended to her fingertips, Sam looked up. She and Kim now looked identical from the
neck down.
"Whoa, Sam, that's
completely weird," Kim said, doing her best to appear amazed. "How did you do that?"
Initiate companion demo, she commanded herself. Again, the words were similar to what the
voice might say, but they were coming from her own mind. She felt a sense of purpose now. She was one with the suit—she wanted only
what it wanted for her. The realization
was soothing—and yet the increasing energy in her body disrupted the calm,
threatened to tear her apart from the inside.
Sam reached down to pick up
the remote, then stepped forward until she was standing right in front of her
friend. The temptation to touch Kim's
body was overwhelming. What am I
thinking? Her breathing was heavier
now, her voice deeper as she struggled to speak. "That's not . . . the on.ly thing these suits . . . can do, Kim,"
she said, her thumb poised on the remote.
"I've been wearing this suit for al.most . . . two days now, and I— I—"
Sam had involuntarily
slipped into monotone for an instant—not once, but twice! Part of her realized that this was bad—revealing
her changing nature at this stage, before her subject had been properly . . . processed,
lowered her probability of success.
But she didn't care
anymore. She wanted Kim to know
everything.
"Kim, you're my best friend
. . . and all I want is for you to feel . . . what I've been feeling e.ver
since I put on my suit." Sam lifted the
remote slowly, gradually giving up on trying to control her voice as she
continued to speak. "See this remote
con.trol? All.you have to do . . . is
push.this little but.ton . . . and . . . you.will.un.der.stand."
A part of Sam wanted to
press the button herself, to force the transformation on her friend. But on some level, she knew that only Kim
could make that decision. Sam held the remote
out in front of her, waiting patiently for Kim to take it.
Kim reached out and took the
remote control, then turned to place it on a nearby table. "What.are.you.do.ing?" Sam asked, her breath
just short of panting.
"I don't need this device,"
Kim said calmly. Smiling, she reached
out to take Sam's hand in hers. "Sam,
there's something I need to tell you now.
I'm pretty sure you'll be able to understand, but all the same I'm
asking you to keep an open mind." Kim
paused, and waited for Sam to nod her agreement before continuing. "Do you remember how the web site said you'd
be contacted by a 'customer support representative'? Well . . . ."
Kim cocked her head and went
blank for dramatic effect.
"How.may.I.help.you?" she asked.
Then she broke into a broad grin.
Sam's mouth fell open in
shock. "Oh.my.g— Does.this.mean . . . you—"
"Yes," Kim said, nodding
affectionately. "It means I've already
undergone the process that you're going through now. I know exactly what you're feeling, and what you're going to
feel, because it's already happened to me."
The room fell silent for a
moment.
Sam found herself relaxing,
the need to speak in monotone fading now.
But her mind was filled with questions.
Any thoughts of going out dancing were completely forgotten as she tried
to figure out what to ask first. "You
mean you've been transformed into a . . . robot?" Sam's eyes ran up and down Kim's body. What was she like underneath the suit?
"Android is a more
accurate term," Kim was saying, "but frankly I've always liked robot
better. So yes, Sam, to put it bluntly,
I'm a robot. I've been a robot for a
little over four months now. And, in
case you haven't guessed, I'm here to offer you a chance to become a robot too."
Kim closed her eyes for a
moment, and Sam watched in disbelief as the shiny silver spandex on her
friend's body changed. The chrome began
to sparkle even brighter. Faint seams
appeared at her waist, at the top of each thigh, at the knees, at the ankles. Sam's eyes followed the curves of Kim's
metal body upward. Her breasts were now
two perfectly sculpted, rigid silver orbs, and her cleavage was no longer
obscured by fabric. Tiny circles, like
the seams at her joints, were her only nipples.
Kim's shoulders, arms, and
hands were every bit as metallic as her legs.
And her face—Sam was awestruck at the sight of it. Kim's features were the same as before, only
now her face was entirely made of chrome.
Her silver lips gleamed even more brilliantly than the rest of her skin,
and her hair was a perfectly-styled, semi-rigid cascade of pure gold. Kim's eyes were also gold, two sparkling
pools that pulsated faintly as Sam stared into them. Sam found herself getting lost in those eyes. She couldn't look away.
"So?" Kim asked, shifting
her weight back and forth as though she were modeling an outfit she'd just
bought at the Gap. "What do you think?"
Sam could barely keep up
with the thoughts swirling around in her head.
This wasn't pretend anymore. Her
friend had been turned into a robot, and she was well on her way to joining
her. Stranger still, Sam wasn't
bothered by it at all. A little scared,
sure, since she didn't quite know how her body was going to be made like Kim's,
or how it was going to feel. But she
felt strangely comfortable with the reality of the situation. Sam already knew that she wanted to go
through with the process, no matter what it entailed. She was incredibly excited, even aroused, by the thought of
becoming a real robot like Kim.
"Kim, you look perfect," was
all she could say.
"Well, this is what you have
to look forward to—that is, if you want to go through with the process."
Sam couldn't believe her
ears. "Sounds . . . great," she said,
her head spinning. "But I have so many
questions first." Sam stepped forward
tentatively. "I know this must sound funny,
Kim, but . . . can I touch you? I just
want to see how—"
"No need to explain," Kim
said. "Here."
Kim clasped her hands behind
her back, and stood perfectly still as Sam reached out to her. Mentally pulling the spandex off her
fingers, Sam placed her right hand on Kim's left shoulder. Kim's silver skin was hard—far more rigid
even than it had felt when they'd hugged earlier—but it wasn't nearly as cold
as Sam thought it would be. Sam's heart
started beating faster again. Kim was
so beautiful, so absolutely perfect . . . .
Before she realized what she
was doing, Sam let her hand fall until her fingertips came to rest upon Kim's
breast. Kim didn't move. "Are you OK, Sam?" she asked politely.
Sam looked down at her friend's
chest, noticing how the overhead light danced along her curves. Then she lifted her head until her eyes met
Kim's. Sam's lips were quivering, her
shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath. She couldn't stop herself any longer.
Leaning forward, Sam brought
her lips to Kim's.
For a fraction of a second,
Kim froze, a bit taken aback. But then
she opened her mouth and thrust her silver tongue into Sam's mouth. As she kissed her best friend, Sam pressed
herself against Kim, and her entire body was filled with electricity with each
movement of her spandex suit against the chrome of Kim's chest and legs. Sam's arousal was escalating out of
control. She was so excited that she
feared she might faint.
Then, without warning, Kim
pulled away.
"Wow, Sam," Kim said as she
reached for the remote control. "I had
no idea you had that in you!" Kim
pointed the remote at Sam and pressed the first button. Sam's body froze. BEGIN PROGRAMMING.
"And to be honest," she
heard Kim say, far away, "kissing a girl was new for me, too." PROGRAM LOADING. "I guess that's why I let myself get carried away like that. But the truth is, at this stage of your
programming, you're completely unprepared for sexual contact with a fully
functional android like me. Your mind
and body wouldn't be able to handle it."
PROGRAM LOADING
COMPLETE. Sam was still frozen like a
statue.
Kim pressed another of the
remote control's buttons. PAUSE. Sam's program was loaded and ready to go,
but she was unable to execute it. The
anticipation was as excruciating as it was pleasurable. What was Kim doing?
"Sam," Kim said, "I'm pretty
sure the reason you're acting this way is because you're overdue for an
orgasm. Your suit tells me you haven't
had one since last night. So I'm going to
have you release your circuits right now.
Hang on."
Kim pressed a third
button. PROGRAM INTERRUPTED. STANDBY.
"Ready, hon?" Kim
asked. "Orgasm in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . .
. now."
Kim pressed the first button
again. INITIATE RELEASE SEQUENCE.
The sudden rush of pleasure
was so intense that Sam's arms thrust out thirty degrees from her sides, her
fingers splayed as far as they could stretch.
Her eyes rolled back as the orgasm rocked her entire body.
Kim put the remote control
back on the table and waited patiently for her friend to complete her release
cycle. After a moment, Sam's arms
returned to her sides, and she stood rigidly at attention with her eyes fixed
upon Kim. Sam's head tilted sharply to
the side as her mouth opened.
"This.u.nit.has.a.chieved.sat.is.fac.to.ry.re.lease."
As soon as she had said
this, Sam felt a peaceful calm wash over her.
For the first time since Kim's arrival, she felt like she could think
clearly. "Great," she could hear Kim
saying. "You're doing just great."
After a moment, Sam could
move and speak on her own again. "Kim,
I'm . . . so embarrassed," she said, turning away to sit down. She put her head in her hands, not sure how
to explain what had just happened.
"Don't be," Kim said,
placing her hand on Sam's knee. Sam
noticed that Kim had altered her appearance again. She now looked just like Sam—a human girl in silver spandex. "Sam, it's just like I said before. The process is very powerful, and you're
going through it under some very strange circumstances. Ideally, you'd have a companion with you—the
proper outlet for the impulses you're feeling, and the right person for the
process to bond you with. Since your
boyfriend isn't here, it only makes sense that you'd look for release wherever
you could find it. I'm flattered—and
someday, I promise we'll pick up where we left off, OK?"
Sam didn't say
anything. She was still too
confused. "When's he getting back,
anyway?" Kim asked. "Your boyfriend, I
mean."
"Late tonight," Sam replied,
still staring at the floor. "Probably
around one or two o'clock."
Kim lifted Sam's head. "Sam, you and I never would have kissed like
that if I hadn't lost my objectivity.
But then, now that it's behind us, it wasn't really so bad, was
it? I know I don't have any regrets."
Sam smiled. "Me neither."
"Good," Kim said. "Soon, Sam, you'll learn that an android
never has regrets about anything. In
the meantime, though, I want to commend you on a great job so far. I'm really proud to see the progress you've
made!
"Plus, thanks to you, we've
already learned a lot about how this variation on the process works, and I'm
sure we'll learn even more as we go.
You see, when I was transformed, it was done differently—especially the
parts of the process you haven't gone through yet—and this whole web site idea
is pretty experimental. Part of my job
is to record what happens, so we can use the data to help us with future
recruitment efforts."
All of this talk about
"future recruitment efforts" was way over Sam's head. All she could think about right now was her own situation. "Kim," she asked, "can you tell me
something? Not that I'm complaining or
anything, but if it's really true that I'm being turned into a robot, why is
the whole process so . . . you know . . ."
"Erotic?"
Sam nodded.
"I think I know the answer
to that one, but I'd better look it up to be sure. Hold on a second." Sam
was certain she heard a faint whirring sound coming from Kim's stomach as she
paused to consider her question.
"There," Kim said at
last. "Pretty much what I thought. You see, Sam, it all has to do with simple
human instinct. Think about it: sexual impulses are among the most
fundamental mechanisms by which people interact with the world. Sexual release is really the only way a
human being can respond to an experience as pleasurable as this.
"I suppose if the
transformation were forced rather than voluntary, a different instinctive
response would color the whole experience—fight or flight, that sort of
thing. But deep down, this is something
you find exciting, something you want—you know that—and your mind is processing
the change the only way it can."
"OK," Sam said. That explanation sounded convincing
enough. It didn't really matter why
the whole experience was so sexually charged.
All that mattered was that it felt great—and moreover it felt right. Kim had already said it, but the words had
more power when Sam thought them herself:
this was exactly what she wanted.
She wanted to be a robot.