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.) You should also
read my first sequel to the original, ambitiously entitled “The Offer, Part 2,” which is also
available on this site. If you don’t, you may not understand
everything that occurs in this story!
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.)
Wendy
shifted her weight expectantly as the two silver conveyor belts lurched into
motion. The room in which she stood was
empty and featureless except for the archway from which the belts
extended. At the end of the belts, a
pair of chrome platforms rested side-by-side on the floor. A male M unit waited beside one platform, a
female beside the other.
“Here
they come,” Unit C457 said.
From out
of the dark archway, the moving belts brought a pair of completed android units
into view. The androids were prone,
lying flat on their backs. Their
sparkling silver boots appeared first—one pair large and heavy, the other
smaller, with high heels and narrow toes.
Then came their sculpted legs of pure chrome, clear access panels in the
front of each thigh. Each android had a
third access panel in its abdomen, but none of the circuits within any of the
panels were active.
The
belts continued to move, and now Wendy could see the powerful arms and chest of
the male unit, the perfect molded breasts of the female. Both had hair of shining obsidian—his
short-cropped, hers forming rigid curls that reached behind her shoulders. Their eyes were closed, their faces serene.
Both
units were currently deactivated . . . but Wendy knew that already. Connected to a panel in the wall behind her
by cables at the back of her neck, she had been with both of them through every
step of their Stage Three processing.
She had detected no anomalies in either unit during the process. Assembly of Units N001 and N002—formerly
Riya Bharti and Mark Russell—was now complete.
The couple needed only to be charged before beginning their newly
programmed functions.
As the
androids reached the ends of their respective conveyor belts, the M units
carefully guided each onto one of the platforms. At the touch of a button, a metallic click magnetized each
platform, firmly holding the new units in place. The platforms then tilted upwards until both units were nearly
vertical, held rigidly at attention.
“I’m
still amazed every time I see a new android come off the line,” C457 said as
the M units wheeled the N units out of the room.
“Yeah,”
said Wendy. “They look beautiful.” Wendy was truly in awe of what she’d just
witnessed—but it had taken a bit of effort to put her finger on the
feeling. Alongside her own
consciousness there now floated not one, but two additional minds—and until a
moment ago she’d been so focused on Riya and Mark that she’d almost forgotten
about herself.
“You did
a great job, by the way. How do you
feel?”
“Great,”
Wendy replied, reaching back to disconnect the cables from her neck, “though
having two other people in my head is a bit disorienting. If they weren’t shut down right now, I don’t
think I’d be capable of having this conversation with you. I can’t imagine what it would be like to try
handling—hey, how many androids am I going to be responsible for, anyway?”
“1024,”
C457 replied as she helped Wendy feed the connection cables back into their
access panel. “An entire cell of
android units . . . Cell A107E8, to be precise. But don’t worry . . . at any particular time, not even a quarter
of those will ever be at a functional level that allows access to their
individual identities.” C457 turned to
lead Wendy from the room. “Trust me,
you’ll be able to handle it. Once
you’re fully functional, your system software will automatically regulate your
workload, increasing units’ functional levels or shutting them down entirely
when necessary. In fact, most of the
time your own conscious mind will be turned off to prevent interference.”
Wendy
followed C457 down a corridor and onto an elevator. “What do you mean, ‘most of the time’? Don’t I get to have a life too?”
“Of
course you do! I won’t lie to you, your
functions are among the most taxing in our society . . . but you’ll have your
time in self-programming mode just like everyone else. All of this is going to make a lot more
sense after your conversion is complete.”
Eventually,
C457 led Wendy back to the transformation chamber. The C unit guided Wendy past the first pair of stations—where a
male and female were currently receiving their Stage Two programming—to an
empty platform flanked by two male M units in shiny white lab coats.
C457
stopped, and turned toward Wendy. “By
now you must have a pretty good idea of what happens next. Do you have any questions?”
“No. Definitely no.” After everything she’d been through, Wendy was more than ready to
have every last question completely erased from her mind. Just the thought of such a perfect state of
being sent a shiver of excitement through her body.
“Then
please lie down.”
Wendy
climbed onto the waiting platform as one of the M units wheeled a portable
console closer to her. Wendy rested her
arms at her sides so that the metal restraints could extend into place. Soon she was comfortably bound at the
wrists, ankles, and waist.
Wendy
raised her head to allow the M units to fit her with the programming
helmet. As they lowered it into place,
she took one last look at her spandex-covered body. She wiggled her fingers and toes, and watched her breasts move
with each excited breath. She knew that
the next time she saw herself, everything would be different.
“I’m not
going to bother giving you my standard preamble,” C457 said as Wendy rested her
head back against the platform. “Just
relax and have fun.” Her muffled voice
sounded so distant. Wendy smiled,
though the C unit was outside her field of vision. All she saw now was the ceiling, and the occasional glimpse of
one of the M units as they began to attach cables to her body.
Once the
cables were in place on her arms and legs, the M units brought a pair of cables
to Wendy’s chest. Already aroused, she
felt her heartbeat accelerate as the two males attached a cable to each of her
hardened nipples. When one of the male
units reached down between her legs, Wendy instinctively lifted her buttocks to
allow him easy access to her sex. As
she felt the last cable push gently inside her, she tightened herself around
it, pulling it deeper into her body.
The faint click it made as it attached itself to her sent a ripple of
pleasure all the way up to the top of her head.
If she
hadn’t been bound at the wrists and ankles, Wendy would have had a hard time
keeping her hands off her own body. She
wondered if any of the androids noticed the subtle gyrations of her hips as she
clenched herself around her vaginal cable.
One of
the M units flipped a switch, and the machinery all around her started to
hum. An electric tingle began at each
of the cables, building to a gentle pulse that sent waves of electricity over
the surface of her body. Slowly at
first, the sensation spread: along her
arms and legs, over her breasts to her stomach, outward from her crotch to her
buttocks, and all the way up her back to her neck. Soon it felt like every inch of her body was wrapped in a
skin-tight blanket of electric current.
Already,
she was changing.
She
couldn’t see the changes, of course, but she felt them—starting at the
connection point of each cable on her body.
Within seconds, both nipples were encased in tiny circuits that began to
grow outward like crystals over the surface of each breast. Soon, Wendy could feel similar patterns
forming along her arms and legs. And
deep inside her, a complex lattice of circuitry was lining the walls of her
vagina, jolting her brain with bursts of pleasure that increased in intensity
as the changes continued to enhance her body.
Wendy tried
to concentrate on the spreading changes, hoping to feel the formation of each
new circuit upon her electrified skin.
But as the tingling sensation spread to the back of her head, and around
to her face, it became harder to think.
The helmet felt tighter now, and a high-pitched ringing filled her ears.
The
closer she got to orgasm, the more her thoughts spun out of control. Her mind called out to the central
processors like an eager virgin to her new lover. Yes. Transform
me. I am yours.
With great
effort, Wendy managed to wiggle her fingers again. Her legs, however, were completely numb by now. All she could feel below the waist was the
overwhelming spiral of ecstasy building inside her. She probably only had a few more seconds before—
The orgasm
hit like a thunderclap. “Unnh!” Wendy
grunted as her entire body arched, rattling the platform. Her eyes clenched along with her fists, and
it took several long seconds before she could open them again. She came down from her climax like a feather
dropping from the sky, every ounce of tension draining from her body. Seemingly of their own accord, her hands
opened and, fingers straight, pressed their palms firmly to the outside of each
thigh.
The
ringing in Wendy’s ears was much louder now.
She welcomed it. After all, she
knew exactly what it was, and she’d been waiting for it for too long a time.
Yes, her
thoughts called out as a steady stream of ones and zeroes flooded her
consciousness. Program me. Mechanize me.
It was
time to surrender to it now, she knew that.
Time to open up her mind completely, to make herself an empty receptacle
for her programming. She really did
want nothing more than to be a good robot.
And yet,
a part of her was too curious to let go.
Having given up on trying to move—her eyes had remained closed, and she
could no longer budge even the tiniest muscle in her face—a stubborn part of
Wendy’s mind anticipated what was coming next.
It turned itself inward, until it could see itself floating in space, a
web of colored lights already being surrounded by a second web of glittering
silver.
I’m
still Wendy Choi, the stubborn part of Wendy’s mind reminded itself,
though it knew that would soon change.
Not that any part of Wendy had any intention to resist the imminent
overriding of her identity. She just
wanted to watch the change take place.
I am
Wendy Choi.
The first silver node appeared within Wendy’s neural matrix—and if the
girl had been able to smile, she would have.
I am
Wendy Choi.
I am
Wendy . . .
In a tiny flash of light, several nodes in Wendy’s brain turned bright
silver. The very nodes responsible for
relaying data pertaining to her name—no, that wasn’t right.
I . . .
Not her name—her designation.
I am . .
.
. . .
INITIALIZE
INTERFACE UNIT A107E8.
Yes. This was who she was now. That last obstinate bit of her old self
relented at last, yielding to the new reality of her existence. Questions were no longer important, or
necessary. All required data would soon
be made available. All unavailable data
was, by definition, not required.
“I am
Interface Unit A107E8,” she heard herself say.
The hollow metallic ring of her voice sent a pulse of electric arousal
through her . . . systems. “I am
ready for programming.”
Lines
and lines of code were fed into the unit’s rapidly changing brain. A part of her dimly remembered that these
were the same instructions and algorithms she had previously transmitted to two
other android units. But now, the
stream of binary digits was not merely passing through her. Now, this was her—her new
thoughts. Her new self.
“This
unit is receiving programming,” she said.
Somewhere, dimly, a part of her was still aware enough to be pleased
with the flatness of her voice.
It did
not take long for the unit’s reprogramming to be completed. Her visual sensors opened. A C-designate android in a white lab coat
was standing above her. Unit C457.
The C
unit removed something from the interface unit’s forehead. The inhibitor device. It was no longer necessary.
“Doing
OK so far?” the C unit asked.
INPUT
RECEIVED. ACTIVATE VOCAL. “This unit has received primary
programming. This unit is functioning
properly.”
“Excellent. I will now trigger your brain to begin the
third stage of your programming.”
C457
reached down. Interface Unit A107E8
registered input being received through the controls in its anterior access
panel. The unit’s upper torso rose in
one smooth motion to an erect seated position.
Then its legs swung neatly off the platform, and it stood up.
The
movements were absolutely flawless, completely unlike the awkward first steps
of a typical N unit. The always-active
mind of the girl named Wendy Choi would have noticed this as yet another
benefit of her special gifts. But the
oddity simply did not register with Interface Unit A107E8 as she followed Unit
C457 out of the chamber.
Soon she
was in another chamber, lying on a silver conveyor belt as it carried her
toward a waiting archway. Beyond the
archway, she entered a narrow tunnel where a series of colored lasers scanned every
detail of her body. Current
transformation occurring within specified parameters.
As the
Stage Two android passed the last of the scanners, the belt stopped. A number of tubes extended from the tunnel
walls and attached themselves to her body.
A steady flow of thick, cool liquid began to pump from the tubes into
her silver suit, and she felt a pleasant sensation of pressure against her skin
as it poured into the suit, covering her completely.
RECEIVING
EXTERNAL INPUT. The android’s brain
registered a new set of changes taking place—changes more significant than the
superficial layer of electronics that had formed over her skin. The unit’s . . . outer shell . . .
was rapidly transforming into a hard, lightweight metal. The liquid soon entered her vagina, and as
it pumped into her she could feel it penetrating the thin veil of circuitry
there, converting her most delicate inner workings into highly complex, highly
sensitive machinery.
Newly
formed pleasure circuits were celebrating the change with wave upon wave of
gratification. The android barely
reacted; after all, the sensations were well within expected parameters. But somewhere, even now, Wendy was still
present, reveling in the unbelievable sensations her new android body was
experiencing.
Yes, her
mind called out. I want to be a
robot. Make me a robot.
Of
course, she knew that she already was a robot—in all the ways that mattered,
she had been for quite a long time now.
All that remained now was the completion of her physical assembly.
The
tubes continued to pump, and now the android felt the liquid working its way
into the cavity that had formed in her abdomen. A new tube extended from above, and her mouth opened to accept
it. She felt her mouth close, her lips
forming a tight seal around the tube.
Then the liquid began to flow into her mouth and down her throat. There was no need to suck or swallow.
It took
only a few moments for the liquid to completely fill her. When she had been sufficiently coated inside
and out, the tubes detached with a soft hiss.
Processing. New data was
entering the android’s mind at an astonishing rate as flesh gave way to cold
metal and buzzing circuitry. She felt
her hips buck as though she had just climaxed.
The transformation was progressing perfectly.
Then the
conveyor belt carried her further, through a second set of scanners. Beyond the scanners, the tunnel
widened. A robotic arm reached down and
lifted her from the conveyor belt, turning her so that she now faced the side
of the tunnel. A glass wall separated
her tunnel from an identical tunnel which was not currently in use. The darkness beyond the glass enabled her to
make out her own reflection.
At first
she could only see two differences from the way she’d looked before undergoing
the process: the open panel in her
stomach, where several colored lights flashed intermittently, and her visual
sensors themselves. They were
completely metallic now—gold, she assumed, though the exact color was
impossible to determine in the dim red light of the tunnel.
Then her
silver suit buzzed at the back of her neck—and the fabric began to disappear
from her fingertips. Before her eyes
the spandex receded along her arms, revealing the perfect chrome shell beneath. Within seconds the fabric had disappeared from
her shoulders, and it continued to compress upon itself, revealing the
android’s shiny new breasts, which not only appeared to be a bit larger than
before, but jutted straight ahead like the rigid metal they now were. The tunnel’s flickering red lights danced
along the surface of the android’s body as the suit receded past her hips and
her knees, ultimately disappearing into the silver boots she still wore.
For a
moment she hung there, suspended by the robotic arms, reveling in the
reflection of her flawless body. From
the neck down, she was now completely chrome—except for her hands and the lower
half of each forearm, which appeared to be a shimmering white. Only her face and hair still looked like
they did before, though her fixed, blank stare looked anything but human.
Then a
large chrome helmet was lowered onto her head, and she looked even less
human. In the front, the helmet reached
just below her bangs, but in the back it extended all the way to her shoulders. It also covered her ears, framing her face
in chrome to match her body. The
android felt a click as the helmet snapped firmly into place. A moment later, the helmet began to hum.
A second
pair of robotic arms now reached out to the android, and she watched as her
entire chest panel was pulled away.
Inside her . . . chassis, her internal systems had been
completely converted to electronics.
The arms began to install dozens of electronic components—circuit
boards, computer chips, sensor arrays, storage devices, connection cables, and
the like—inside her. Each component in
turn came to life as it was installed, lighting up and adding to the gentle hum
of the machines that surrounded her.
Not that
she could hear anything other than the pounding inside her helmet. The sound continued to build as electricity
danced along the top and back of her head.
Then everything went quiet as more of the cold, thick liquid entered her
ears. It felt like someone was shooting
fireworks inside her brain. Her hips
bucked again.
The arms
brought the android’s chest panel back, and as it snapped into place her brain
immediately became aware of the new internals that had been installed. Within each breast, behind the sensors and
other components that filled the area around the nipple, was a large power
supply. The two newly-installed
batteries immediately began to feed current to the android’s internal systems,
and she felt an acceleration in the transformation process.
The
robotic arms soon removed access panels from her arms, legs, and back, and they
proceeded to install the necessary hardware for each subsystem. One by one, each area was completed, and its
missing panel replaced. The arms then
removed her boots, revealing her chrome calves and feet. A moment later, the arms returned with a new
boot, completely rigid and shimmering white to match her hands. Neatly separating the boot into two perfect
halves, the arms pressed the pieces to the inside and outside of her left
leg. There was a satisfying click as
the two halves snapped together, and then an electric buzz as the boot
permanently welded itself to the android’s leg. Once complete, the process was repeated for her right leg.
Finally,
the robotic arms took hold of her ankles, gently spreading her legs apart. A third arm, much smaller than the others,
rose into view. Slowly, it reached
inside her and began to install her last few internal components. Several crackling noises could be heard as
the arm made a series of precision welds to mount the equipment in place—and
deep inside her mind, Wendy shuddered with delight. When the arm pulled out of her at last, it reached to the open
panel in her abdomen. There it made a
final adjustment to her controls. The
android felt an unfamiliar tingle as her vagina sealed shut, leaving her crotch
perfectly smooth and featureless.
That
part of Wendy that could still sense what was happening couldn’t wait to enjoy
her new body—and yet, she was in no rush to see this process end. With every new component, every tiny
adjustment to her developing systems, the machines were improving her. She wanted to be improved, enhanced . . .
optimized for the performance of her programmed functions.
A loud
click inside the android’s head—the first sound she had heard in several
minutes—told her that the helmet had completed its work. As the helmet pulled away, she could see her
newly-installed auditory sensors—two wide, shallow cones of pure chrome—for the
first time. Chrome now framed her entire
face, which retained its original flesh tone, and her hair was now a perfect,
unbroken cascade of shimmering black metal that fell to her shoulders in a
single sweeping curve.
Somewhere,
Wendy was stunned by the sight of her own beauty. But her flawless android face betrayed no emotion, staring
blankly ahead even as one of the robotic arms reached over to remove it. As her face panel was pulled away, the
android could see the intricate web of circuitry that lay behind it.
There
was something strangely beautiful about the way she looked now, too.
The
android watched as a number of arms reached in to install various tiny
components, sending sparks into the air with each new connection. Her head swam with the unending stream of
data that poured into her brain. Processing. Processing. Processing.
After a few minutes, the arms retracted. The android heard the voice of the central processor in her
head. TRANSFORMATION NEARING
COMPLETION. SHUTDOWN IMMINENT.
By the
time her face panel came back into view, the flow of data had slowed
considerably. The android could feel her
systems shutting down. All feeling
disappeared as the humming of the machines faded to silence. Blackness encroached at the edges of her
vision.
Then her
entire field of vision suddenly shrank to a tiny point of white light, like the
image of an old TV set that had just been switched off. The white light quickly melted into
gray. The gray dot grew darker. Darker.
* * *
ACTIVATE
UNIT.
The
darkness exploded in a flash of white before the interface unit’s optical sensors
began to adjust to the light in the room.
Her vision was still coming into focus when her auditory sensors started
to pick up the soft hum of the machines all around her. Receiving data. Processing.
Systems activated. This unit
is fully functional.
“This
unit is fully functional,” the android said aloud, her voice flat and
hollow. She was reclining within a
large oval pod that resembled an egg with its front side cut away. The contoured cushions beneath her fully
supported her body, her legs comfortably bent at the knees and her arms resting
at her sides. Built into the seat was a
helmet that fit snugly over the top of the android’s head. She was also physically connected to the pod
via the open access panel in her back.
She understood that she was linked to a vast network that included not
only the central processors and the other machines that formed the
infrastructure of the android society, but also every other interface unit—and
through those units, every individual android in the population.
Her CPU
received a stream of critical data—not from the network, but from within her
own consciousness. I am Interface
Unit A107E8. I am an android. I am programmed to function as an interface
between the central processors and my fellow android units. I and my programming are one.
That
last thought echoed in the mind of Interface Unit A107E8 as she considered its
meaning. It was true: she no longer felt like an observer in her
own mind, floating alongside a sequence of instructions that came from
somewhere outside herself. Her
programming had been so thoroughly integrated into her free will that there was
no distinction between the two. She had
reached a state of perfect enlightenment—a kind of permanent self-programming
mode, in which she was fully capable of choosing for herself an appropriate
course to fulfill her duties.
Wendy—she
decided to think of herself as “Wendy,” since the name was completely
synonymous and interchangeable with the more cumbersome “Interface Unit
A107E8”—couldn’t see much of the room around her from within the pod. Now that she’d been activated, she knew that
it was time to begin carrying out her functions. But first she wanted to get a better sense of her
surroundings. Closing her eyes, she
accessed the network.
It took
her only a few seconds to find what she was searching for: the software that controlled the monitoring
systems for the building she was in.
She quickly identified where she was—Interface Cluster D—and accessed
the monitor feed for the area. Instantly,
a real-time video image of the room began to stream to her CPU.
The
chamber was round, with a single door amidst the otherwise unbroken line of
electronic panels built into its outer wall.
The room’s only fixture was an immense circular column of machinery that
extended from its floor all the way to its high, arched ceiling. Around its base, sixteen white, egg-shaped
interface pods leaned back to rest against the column. Inside each pod was an interface unit. Some were male, some were female. All seemed perfectly comfortable and
relaxed. The only outward signs of
their activity lay in the colored lights that flickered in their abdomens and
flashed on the panels behind them.
At last
Wendy found herself, and lingered a moment to watch her unmoving chrome
face. Like the other interface units,
she looked like she was sleeping peacefully, a pleasant smile on her face. But unlike the others, she was not currently
performing any interface functions, as indicated by the lack of any activity on
the status panel behind her.
It was
time to get to work.
A quick
peek at the central database confirmed that Units N001 and N002 had been fully
charged and were ready for their initial activation. Wendy signaled the central processor. Interface Unit A107E8 online.
Ready to establish command interface.
The
interface pod immediately hummed to life as the central processor
responded. ESTABLISH COMMAND INTERFACE
TO UNIT N001.
Wendy
reached out with her mind until she found Unit N001—Riya—on the network. The unit was currently inactive, but
nonetheless she was able to establish contact.
Command interface established.
Now all she needed to do was—
ACTIVATE
UNIT. The command came from the central
processor, flowing through Wendy directly into the CPU of Unit N001. For a fraction of a second, Wendy was
puzzled—but then she understood. It
wasn’t her function to decide what instructions to send to each android. She was simply a conduit that enabled the
central processors to pass instructions to individual units. And, of course, a repository for the
thoughts and memories that made each android unique. Nothing more.
Wendy
suddenly remembered the last dream she’d had—the one where she realized her new
recruits were operating without any need for her to control them. It had troubled her then, but it all made
sense now.
Wendy
felt N001’s neural matrix come online. Systems
activated. This unit is fully
functional.
“This
unit is fully functional,” N001 said matter-of-factly. The unit was at functional level one. A steady stream of data began to flow back
and forth between Wendy and N001 as the female N unit began to process her
surroundings.
ESTABLISH
COMMAND INTERFACE TO UNIT N002. Again,
Wendy’s mind searched the network. She
soon found Unit N002—Mark—and established contact. Command interface established.
ACTIVATE
UNIT. This time the command was routed
to Unit N002. Soon he too reported his
status—both electronically and by speaking aloud.
The next
communication came not from the central processor, but from Unit C457.
THIS IS
UNIT C457. WELCOME TO ANDROID SOCIETY
UNIT N001. WELCOME TO ANDROID SOCIETY
UNIT N002. YOU ARE NOW BOTH FULLY
FUNCTIONAL ANDROID ROBOTS. YOU ARE NOW
MACHINES. YOU ARE PROGRAMMED AS N
DESIGNATE ANDROIDS.
YOU ARE
NOW LOCATED IN YOUR PROGRAMMING CUBICLE.
YOU WILL REGULARLY PERFORM YOUR PROGRAMMED FUNCTION IN ANDROID SOCIETY
FOR A SPECIFIED INTERVAL, AND THEN RETURN HERE FOR PROGRAMMING UPGRADES AND
RECHARGING.
WHILE
PERFORMING YOUR FUNCTIONS IN SOCIETY, YOU WILL BE COMPLETELY UNDER THE INFLUENCE
OF YOUR PROGRAM. HOWEVER, WHEN YOU ARE
IN YOUR PROGRAMMING CUBICLE, YOUR ANDROID BRAIN IS SELF PROGRAMMABLE. FOR NOW, YOU ARE NOT ABLE TO LEAVE YOUR
CUBICLE IN SELF PROGRAMMED MODE. THAT
WILL COME LATER AS YOU ARE UPGRADED TO A HIGHER DESIGNATION. IN SELF PROGRAMMING MODE YOU MAY DO WHAT YOU
WISH, WITHIN THE CAPABILITIES OF YOUR MECHANICAL BODIES.
Wendy
was feeling more comfortable with her functions now. She began to let go, allowing the data to simply flow through
her. Soon she began to feel like she
was dreaming again. Like in a dream,
she began to lose herself. Sometimes
she felt like an outside observer, watching Units N001 and N002 as they began
their new lives as androids. At other
moments it felt like she was Unit N001 or Unit N002—or even both at the
same time. As her conscious mind
receded to the background, she wondered if it really mattered which was true,
or if there was a difference.
* * *
“Incredible.”
Android Unit
N001 was staring at her hands, turning them over as she slowly moved her metal
fingers. She smiled as her chrome palms
seemed to catch and hold the light from overhead. “It’s really true. I’m a
robot.”
“Are you
OK?” she asked.
He
blinked, then turned his head toward her, his golden visual sensors glowing
brightly. He was beaming with
excitement. “Just checking out the
central database. You won’t believe how
much information is in there.”
She put
her hands on her hips, a playful smirk on her face. “How can you be thinking about a database,” she asked, swaying,
“when you have all this right in front of you?”
He
laughed. “That’s just it . . . the
information I was looking up was all about you.”
“Yeah?”
she asked, intrigued. “Like what?”
“Here,
it’ll be easier if I pull it up on a monitor.”
He descended the steps leading from the recharging platform to the rest
of the room. Among the silver furniture
was a work station which stood against the wall. The station had an input panel, like a touch-screen keyboard,
mounted within its surface. Above it,
amidst the many other electronic panels that covered the walls, was a large display
screen.
Unit N002 tapped a few times on the input panel, and the screen came
to life.
PROCESSING
QUERY.
After a
moment, the image of a female android appeared on the left side of the screen,
accompanied by text and graphics on the right side. As the visual image rotated, Unit N001 noticed that the android
was bald, and had no facial features at all.
At the top of the screen were the words:
N
DESIGNATE ANDROID UNIT
MODEL: FEMALE
Schematics
* Functions * Available Options
“See
what I mean?” N002 said. “It’s all here
. . . every feature and function of a female N unit.”
“Cool!”
N001 replied. “But I’m sure I can
figure this out for myself. I mean, I
probably already know all this stuff, even though most of it isn’t currently in
memory. As I understand it, my
programming should automatically instruct me to access whatever data is
required at any particular point in time.
So why are you so curious?”
A few
more taps on the input panel, and she had her answer.
N
DESIGNATE ANDROID UNIT
MODEL: FEMALE
Functions
--> Sex Programs
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Beneath
the heading was a partial list of available sex program codes, along with a
simple interface for filtering and sorting search results. Next to some of the codes was an icon
indicating that the particular choice required a programming upgrade. But the basic set of programs available to a
newly-initialized N unit was still impressive.
“By my
internal chronometer,” N002 said, “We only have 1.2 hours of self-programming
mode left before our primary program takes over. I wanted to make the most of it.”
Unit
N001 shook her head. “You’re
incorrigible . . . but you’re absolutely right. I can’t wait to see what these bodies are capable of.” Even as she said this, she started to become
aroused—but the feeling was different from anything she’d previously been used
to. Instead of feeling flushed, or wet,
she simply felt . . . electric.
A gentle current had begun to pulse throughout her entire body.
He continued to scroll through the various options, sometimes pulling
up detailed descriptions before moving on to another choice. A minute or two went by.
“Come
on,” Unit N001 said at last. “Are you
just going to read about it, or are we actually going to do something?”
“I’m just trying to find something you’ll like,” he said, rejecting
another option.
Puzzled, Unit N001 cocked her head to one side. She could sense a hidden subtext in her
companion’s words . . . something from their lives before their recent
change. Accessing. Memories of specific events were difficult
to access—they seemed so far away. And
yet, she had no trouble getting hold of all of the feelings, preferences, and
personality traits that those events had shaped. It was all still very much a part of her, even though some of it
took a second to recall. Accessing.
There.
Everything suddenly came back to her:
all the times he’d tried in vain to talk her into having sex with him,
all the times she’d wondered if there was something wrong with her. She’d always been a physically affectionate
person, and always enjoyed being close to him.
Only rarely would they sleep in different beds, and they’d certainly
fooled around a lot . . . but always within limits. She’d always told herself that one day, when she was married,
she’d never place a boundary around herself again. But until then—well, even though she loved him more than anything
in the world, and despite how desperately she wanted to fulfill his every
expectation, something had always held her back. Mostly, a lot of worrying about what other people—her parents, or
the man they might one day talk her into marrying—would think.
All of these feelings rushed into Unit N001’s consciousness, as though
they’d been somewhere outside her, waiting to be summoned up. There was no doubt that she was still the person
who’d felt those emotions and made those decisions. And yet . . .
And yet, she simply didn’t have those inhibitions now. There were no longer any limits to what she
was capable of. She could do
anything. She wanted to do everything.
As N002
continued to scan through another list of search results, the throbbing
electric pulse in N001’s body grew more intense. It began to concentrate around her breasts, between her legs, and
at the back of her head. So this is
what it feels like to be a robot . . . to be a woman.
“Here,” she said, stepping toward the work station. “Let me take a look.” She brushed against him—the first time their
metal bodies had ever touched—and an electric surge immediately shot through
her. Her eyes widened, briefly losing focus
before she could make out what was on the screen.
“I don’t know what you’re so worried about,” she said, absently
scrolling through the list of sex programs.
“According to this, a female android is programmed to perform all
of these functions.” She turned around
and looked him straight in the eye.
“And, last time I checked, I am a female android.”
“You mean—”
“I mean,” she said, running a chrome finger down his chest, “that no
matter how long you search that database, you won’t find a single program that
I ‘don’t like.’ I’m a robot now. My function is to please you in whatever way
you require . . . within the limits of my programming, of course.”
Unit N002 just stood there, dumbfounded. Why all of this wasn’t completely obvious to him, N001 couldn’t
tell—except that it had, after all, taken her a few seconds to figure all this
out herself. Apparently, it was going
to take him a moment to get used to things too.
“Of course,” he agreed at last.
“I . . . I feel the same way.”
“Good. Then let’s not waste
any more time. Searching. Searching.
OK, I’ve found something. Are
you ready?”
“Sure.”
“Then
come over here and activate my sex mode.”
Her voice sounded deeper, and just a bit hollow and metallic. In anticipation, the clear plastic cover of
her front access panel retracted into her body, allowing him to reach inside.
As N002
adjusted her controls, N001 felt her body change. Reconfiguring. The
throbbing in her chest concentrated in the tips of her breasts as a pair of
hard metal nipples extended into place.
Processing. Between her
legs, the electric surge built up until she felt the flawlessly smooth surface
of her crotch unfold. Processing. A short-cropped tangle of shiny black hairs
sprung up around her sex, their built-in receptors already transmitting data to
her android brain. She was now ready to
be entered.
“Sex mode . . . activated,” N001 said, her voice oddly flat despite
the slight moan as she spoke. She was
rapidly losing control of herself.
She’d better start the program she’d chosen before it was too late.
“Loa.ding sex pro.gram A1302,” she intoned, her eyes locked on
his. She couldn’t believe how much she
loved the droning sound of her own voice.
“Pro.gram loa.ded.
Ac.ti.va.ting.”
The program instantly took over.
Unit N001’s mouth fell open slightly as her head cocked and her fingers
straightened. POSITION UNIT. Her arms pinned to her sides, she sank first
to one knee, then the other. She was
now staring directly at the featureless chrome bulge of N002’s crotch.
“This u.nit will now pleasure you,” she said flatly.
“Wait a minute,” he said, opening his front access panel. “Let me activate my sex mode first.”
“Ne.ga.tive. Please stand by
for fur.ther in.struc.tions.”
At that moment, she received her own next set of instructions, and
immediately complied, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his
crotch. She kissed again, and
again. Then, extending her silver
tongue, she began to lick at his smooth chrome surface in long, deliberate
strokes. Just like the detailed description
she’d found in the database! It was
amazing. She didn’t have to think at
all—the program simply told her what to do, and she did it.
She was obviously pleasing him, too.
From his soft moans, and the rocking of his hips, she could tell that he
was going crazy. So much electricity
had built up in his crotch that she could now feel it dancing along her tongue
as she continued to lick him. She
pressed her lips to him, reveling in the tiny jolts of current that greeted
each kiss. Her own crotch was pulsing
wildly now, calling out to be filled.
But such was not the purpose of her current instruction sequence.
At last, she received the command she was waiting for. Without stopping her lips and tongue, she
reached above her head and into N002’s access panel. It took only a second to input the correct sequence. N002 immediately went rigid. “Unngh,” he grunted.
N001 began to feel a tingling in her lips as she continued to press
her mouth to him. He was changing. His crotch swelled, and the jolts of
pleasure grew stronger. Soon she felt
her mouth being pushed open to accommodate the long silver cock extending from
N002’s body.
“Sex
mode . . . ac.tivated,” he said. Now
his voice sounded dull and hollow, too.
“Yes,” she replied. “Receiving
data . . . processing . . . data . . . .”
“Receiving data,” he repeated.
“Processing . . . data . . . transmit . . . transmit . . . .”
N001 was feeling extremely robotic now. Stiffly, she reached up with one hand to grip the base of his
cock. Now that her lips were tightly
wrapped around him, her movements became much more precise. The program directed her to repeat the exact
same motion over and over, her head bobbing back and forth like a metronome.
After a minute or so, she was instructed to pull her mouth off of
him. This program was specifically
designed to tease.
“This . . . this is incredible,” he said. “What.a great choice.”
“I
wan.ted to keep it simple the first time,” she said, looking up at him with a
sweet smile. She still had one hand
firmly wrapped around his cock. She
licked the entire length of it once, then pulled back and flashed another
smile, this one much naughtier.
“You’re a.mazing,” he said, running a hand along the rigid black waves
of her hair.
“This is
why I wanted to become a ro.bot,” she answered. “I wanted to be the per.fect lover for you.” She felt another electric surge, and her
head cocked again. “Oh! Here I go again,” she said with
surprise. “My pro.gram is—”
But she
could no longer speak. Under the
direction of her programming, her mouth once again formed a perfect O as she
leaned forward to finish him.
Her
entire body was now buzzing with electricity—and she knew, from the current she
was getting from his cock, that his body was too.
CIRCUITS
APPROACHING CRITICAL LEVELS. PREPARE
FOR RELEASE. A feeling of thankfulness
filled Unit N001 as she processed the commands. She welcomed the increasing crescendo of data flooding her
systems in anticipation of her first orgasm as a fully-functional android. She felt as though she might burst
apart. Yet not for a fraction of a
second did she slow down in her relentless servicing of N002’s pulsating
member, which was now transmitting data into her mouth. COMPANION UNIT REACHING CRITICAL
LEVELS. PREPARE CIRCUITS FOR
SIMULTANEOUS RELEASE.
N001
felt her hips buck. ORGASM
IMMINENT. And then, N002’s entire body
thrust forward. COMPANION UNIT RELEASE
BEGINS NOW. N001 instantly felt the
warm silver liquid filling her mouth—and, thanks to her programming, she found
that she absolutely loved its metallic flavor.
As her companion unit continued to shake and thrust uncontrollably, she
eagerly sucked and swallowed, reveling in the perfection of her
performance. This was everything she’d
dreamed of becoming.
INITIATE
RELEASE SEQUENCE. N001’s eyes went
impossibly wide as the orgasm shook her body to its core. Her entire body began to shudder as she
continued to service him. There seemed
to be no end to the delicious liquid pouring from N002’s cock. She didn’t want it to stop. RELEASE.
RELEASE. RELEASE.
And
then, at last, their spasms slowed.
N001 felt control of her movements return to her as the program pulled
her mouth away from him. RELEASE
COMPLETE. CIRCUITS NORMAL. The program had finished executing, but she
leaned in to run her tongue along his beautiful cock one last time. She kissed the tip, then let go and rose to
a standing position. Her arms were held
rigidly at her sides, fingers once again perfectly straight.
“This
u.nit has achieved satisfac.tory release,” N002 said flatly.
INPUT
RECEIVED. ACTIVATE VOCAL. “This unit has al.so achieved satisfactory
re.lease.”
N002
reached out to hold her, and she wrapped her chrome arms tightly around
him. She craned her neck upward, and
they kissed for a long time. He pressed
himself against her. He was still as
hard as a steel rod.
“My turn
to choose,” he said, and she smiled expectantly. “Load sex program A1214.”
It took
only a few milliseconds to bring up the requested program. Processing. ACTIVATE VOCAL.
“Loa.ding.”
“Activate.”
INPUT
RECEIVED. POSITION UNIT. Unit N001 smoothly turned her back on Unit
N002 and descended to her knees again.
Reaching forward, she pressed her palms to the floor.
“Pre.pare
for in.ter.face,” N002 intoned.
INPUT
RECEIVED. She spread her knees a little
and arched her back, raising her silver ass as high as it would go. ACTIVATE VOCAL. “Rea.dy.” She lowered her
elbows to the floor, and laid her head down comfortably. She closed her eyes and smiled as her body
warmed with anticipation.
“In.ter.fac.ing
now,” he announced.
As his
cock gently pushed inside the yielding folds of her vagina, the only thought in
the beautiful android’s mind was thank you, thank you, thank you.