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<p>Gorgo: Added warning label to story</p> <hr /> <div>&lt;big&gt;'''''THE GOOD SAMARITAN'''''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> By Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on characters and situations created by [[Uncom|Uncommonwealth]].<br /> <br /> {| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot;<br /> |'''''There are male-form androids in this story'''''<br /> |}<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> “Welcome to Café 69…David! What happened?!”<br /> <br /> Perking on hearing that shocked question from the scantily clad, blue-haired waiter who had been standing by at the entrance to the small coffee house/bar located in Stepford’s southern ward, the middle-aged man on the motorized wheelchair visibly winced. “Well, I was making my way down here to spend the evening with my friends when I chanced upon this lovely lady here having collapsed in an alley not far from the security gate,” he confessed, waving to the still feminine form now in his lap and leaning against him. “Girls at the gate don’t have any spare recharge ports…”<br /> <br /> Drew nodded, a genuine smile crossing his face. “So, you came to get help from us. Here, bring her over to the back corner; we’re not busy tonight.” At that moment, his dark eyes glowed a deep crimson.<br /> <br /> Nodding in delight that the beautiful android waiter – one of six assigned to Café 69, along with one android acting as bartender/manager – was contacting his supervisor about the issue, David guided his machine inside the main room. Sure enough, there were few people in the establishment at this time, some of whom were quick to gaze his way, welcoming smiles crossing their faces before they noticed his current “companion”. Immediately, one woman appearing to be in her mid-twenties rose from her table, walking over. “Where did you find her, David?” she asked.<br /> <br /> “In Franklin’s Alley about two blocks from the gate,” he explained as he guided his chair to a private booth at one corner of the room. He then waited for Drew and Denise – the latter was one of the gynoid hosts of the show ''Life in Stepford'' that better explained to the wider world how things in a city with an over 80% AI population operated – to lift the poor girl off his lap before sliding his machine over to slip off the chair onto the bench. “Her barcode…” – here, David pointed to the back of his neck – “…didn’t show up in the system, so I assume she’s some sort of prototype model…”<br /> <br /> Denise immediately scanned the other gynoid’s neck, brushing aside locks of very luscious silver-blonde hair to see what was there. “She’s a stealth Citadel unit,” the brown-haired, bespectacled presenter – of course, as a gynoid herself, Denise didn’t need glasses to correct defective eyesight – then declared. “I’ll have to access the master database to see who she was assigned to so we could determine what happened to her.” With that, she pressed her index finger into the still girl’s head, her pale blue eyes glowing for a moment. “Wow! Her batteries are nearly totally drained…”<br /> <br /> “Have a charge cable here, Denise.”<br /> <br /> That was Ashley, the bartender and effective “den mother” of all the AIs assigned to Café 69. Built to be as realistically effeminate as possible, he was dressed as were the others working here in a string black jockstrap that barely held back a welcoming manhood for whoever took him to bed; he had short-cropped brown hair and blue eyes, a garrison cap-like hat perched on his forehead with the bar’s logo over the left eye. As he handed a twenty-foot rolled-up thick charging cable to Denise – she immediately kneeling under the table to get at the stilled gynoid’s anal cavity to insert same – Ashley stared at David. “You look tired bringing our friend over here to have a date, Dave. You sure you can make it home?”<br /> <br /> David reached over to grasp the bartender’s hand, giving that a reassuring squeeze. “Let me worry about that when this lovely lady is back on her feet, and we get the story out from her. Can I have my usual, please?”<br /> <br /> “Of course…”<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> David always liked the AIs who lived in Stepford.<br /> <br /> A retired customer service representative who had to go on government disability due to various health issues, he had always been fascinated by the concept of androids and gynoids. Of course, being on disability limited any option towards buying one such unit for his own use; even second-hand, a Dyson Stepford AI still ran into the many thousands of dollars and his current place of residence – a community housing project run by the county government that once had Stepford itself as one of its communities until Dyson Industries changed things over the span of a decade – didn’t allow such units to reside there even if they could visit. Since Café 69 was the closest establishment to the boundaries of the effectively-independent city-state from his home, he became a patron of said coffee house/bar, making friends with all the staff.<br /> <br /> Of course, David’s way of making “friends” with a septet of very sexy androids looking to be as if they should be in college was quite unique…<br /> <br /> …especially when he discovered that the people who organized this place didn’t bother to give all seven boys a simple thing like NAMES so they could be seen as more “human” by customers!<br /> <br /> Fortunately, he was quick to correct that issue, much less get Ashley and his brothers to accept said proposals.<br /> <br /> Doing a simple thing like that soon earned the retired customer service representative the interest of MANY AIs in the city.<br /> <br /> Over the previous half-year he frequented this establishment, he had met a wide gamut of androids and gynoids, not to mention the various organics who were their effective masters/mistresses. From all-AI families such as the Does (“father” John, “mother” Jane and “grandmother” Joyce all working for various departments in the city government, while “son” Jonas and “daughter” Janette attended Stepford College, both to learn things at the same pace that normal humans did as well as be sexual companions for the organic students) to the “wives” and “daughters” of those who invested heavily in every industry supporting the city-state and all that worked into it and those units (Denise being one) who were programmed to present as much a feeling of “normalcy” as possible in this virtual technosexual’s paradise made real…<br /> <br /> Speaking of which…<br /> <br /> “Good evening, David,” a voice called out, making David turn as Grace – she was the gynoid in charge of the college’s cheerleading team – came over to join them. “Being the good Samaritan again, aren’t you…?”<br /> <br /> David blinked as Dale came up with a bottle of diet coke and an ice-filled glass. Just as the azure-haired android moved to serve same, his body then froze up, an audible ''beep!'' then escaping him. “''Warning. Battery power at 5%. Entering low power mode'',” he then announced, his voice completely free of any natural human inflexion.<br /> <br /> A moan escaped the man as Grace and Denise – the latter of which had just come over from plugging the recharge cable into a nearby outlet – politely covered their mouths to hide very amused smiles. “Not again…!” David said as he reached into the cargo pouch of his wheelchair to draw out a portable battery recharge unit. “I got it, Ash!” he then called over to the bar, earning him a nod from Ashley before he shifted around to insert the dildo-shaped tool into Dale’s rectum.<br /> <br /> While Grace automatically grabbed the bottle and glass in case the waiter dropped same due to some fault in his motor functions, Dale’s eyes glowed red for a moment. “''Alternative power source recognized'',” he then announced in that same flat voice. “''Continuing routine functions.''” He then blinked before breathing out. “Oh, not again…”<br /> <br /> “How many times has that happened to you, Dale?” David asked, grasping the waiter’s hand.<br /> <br /> Sensing that contact made Dale instantly blush, his internal systems immediately conjuring up potential scenarios where he would get the man who had helped him several times when his battery went low – this wasn’t the first time the retired CSR had come to the waiter’s aid since David began frequenting Café 69 – and offering himself sexually to him. He knew David was bisexual; the man had lived alone for a long time and could be described as “incel” though no one who knew the man personally would ever use such a socially charged term with him. He was clearly a technosexual though with moderate tastes, far more comfortable with AIs than with real people; because of that, many residents of Stepford – he and his brothers here at Café 69 being seven of them – had begun to postulate on ways on getting the man either hired on by the city government or by Dyson Industries itself as a sort of roving troubleshooter when it came to AIs needing organic assistance whenever malfunctions occurred and other AIs weren’t nearby to help. Just like he did tonight.<br /> <br /> “Eight times,” he answered as he sat in David’s wheelchair, reaching over to grasp the organic man’s hand with both his own in assurance. While he could easily allow the man to fondle him without objection by Ashley, Dale knew also that David was a stickler for following the rules in Café 69 when it came to intercourse with customers; such actions were to be paid, even by favoured customers. Hugs and kisses were free, but nothing beyond that. “It’s probably a hardware issue, but I don’t have the programming necessary to do a deep dive on my batteries’ performance levels…”<br /> <br /> “I’ve got that program,” Grace then declared. “Would you mind?”<br /> <br /> Relief crossed the waiter’s face. “Would you, Coach?” he asked in turn, pulling his hair away from his ear in emphasis.<br /> <br /> Smiling, the chestnut-haired gynoid – like Denise, Grace wore glasses for decorative purposes – pressed a finger into the cavity to allow her systems to link with her host’s and learn what was going on. As both AIs’ eyes glowed, David gently patted Dale’s hand to show his concern for his friend; he knew that even when they were in maintenance mode, any Dyson android or gynoid would be able to sense any physical contact and be able to reflect on same when s/he went back to normal operation. Given that every AI in Stepford and elsewhere built by Dyson were constructed on the same intimate companion unit chassis design – David was a little shy towards calling them “sexbots” since the term contained the word “robot” within it; inferring THAT in his eyes seemed an insult to someone like Grace, Denise or the boys at Café 69 – any show of physical closeness was something that even the most stern Citadel guardian unit would positively react to.<br /> <br /> David always felt that it was simply common sense to give such AIs as many positive physical experiences as possible.<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> “Well, I’ve got some bad news for you, Dale. Your battery is clearly showing critical signs of wearing down.”<br /> <br /> Dale moaned as he sat back in the wheelchair he had “borrowed” from the man who had named him. “Oh, great. Did you hear that, Ash?” the waiter called out towards the bar, making heads look over.<br /> <br /> “Yes, I did. You’re off duty as of now,” the bartender declared as he came over to join them, accompanied by a pretty android with short-cropped raven hair and blue eyes, looking to be like the typical tomboy even if his current mode of dress indicated he was all man physically. As Dale’s eyes flashed to acknowledge the site supervisor’s declaration – such would free up blocks in his social programming that, were he not having hardware issues with a vital system, would allow him to express his feelings towards David quite passionately – Ashley patted his shoulder in reassurance. “I’ll have Glenn finish the rest of your shift here. Coach, you were going to have Dasha and Tamara go see Mr. McLeod at his home workshop concerning their leg motors, right?” At Grace’s nod, Ashley indicated Dale. “Cheyenne made sure that there’s enough spare time in that appointment so Dale can slip in for a full battery replacement if needed.”<br /> <br /> “Fair enough,” the cheerleading team coach affirmed with another nod. “I better get back to the college and make sure the girls are shut down for the evening. I’ll be here with the girls to pick up Dale tomorrow at eleven o’clock.”<br /> <br /> “Thank you,” Ashley affirmed with a smile.<br /> <br /> Both AIs then came together in a warm hug, enjoying a very passionate kiss for a moment before Grace broke away, winking at David before purring into the bartender’s ear, “I’ll have the other girls come visit you on your day off.”<br /> <br /> Ashley chuckled. “We’re always available to help any brother or sister AI when they need their functions checked.”<br /> <br /> Laughter escaped the others save the still-recharging gynoid that David had rescued earlier that evening. Dale then was helped to his feet by Glenn before the emergency charger in his buttocks was exchanged for one that Ashley always had available when needed. After sharing a hug and kiss good night with David, Dale was off, heading to the stairs leading to the basement level where the recharge stations for all the Café 69 units was kept; such also had a small repair lab with diagnostic bed whenever a field technician was called in from Dyson to give the seven androids working here a detailed examination to ensure no serious malfunction would cause a major incident that hurt people. As Glenn took a seat in the wheelchair while reaching over to grasp David’s hand – of all the androids working here, the brunette always did her best to be as physically intimate with the retired CSR as possible – Denise placed her finger into the still gynoid’s ear to see if she could register anything within the poor girl’s mind. “So, what’s the verdict, Counsellor?” David asked.<br /> <br /> Denise gave him an amused smirk; outside her duties as a presenter on Stepford TV, she was part of the mixed organic/AI group of advisors to the city government on social issues. “Well, her batteries – both her primary and auxiliary units – were drained almost to nothing when you found her, David,” she explained. “Have her name now; she’s Daisy Mae. One of the Citadel ‘Angels’ units; they’re meant to be stealth bodyguards for major investors in Dyson. And…” She then blinked before she pulled her finger away, a look of shocked horror then crossing her face. “Oh, no…!”<br /> <br /> David breathed out as Glenn tensed. “Something happened to her charge, right?” the latter asked.<br /> <br /> A shaky nod answered. Even if any Dyson AI had a special set of housekeeping wetware that allowed them to impose some pretty harsh clamps on their programmed emotional responses, interacting with people like David always made it okay to express one’s emotions in a totally natural way. “He died of a heart attack earlier this evening,” she flatly announced. “She was out shopping for him when the event occurred. She discovered his body, then contacted authorities to have medical aid come assist. Then…” – she then shook her head – “…something happened with the building’s power dynamo; it exploded and caused a massive fire. Daisy Mae helped rescue all the first responders, gave her statement…and then a programmed response in situations like that kicked in to have her return to Stepford.”<br /> <br /> “Conspiracy theorists would go to town on that one,” David mused. “How’s her charge now?”<br /> <br /> “Primary charge 6%, secondary charge 17%,” Denise answered. “She won’t regain any sort of functionality until she’s at 20% primary charge and at least 80% secondary charge. Like the other Citadel units…”<br /> <br /> “She consumes a lot of energy doing things,” he finished for her. “Well, she’s going nowhere fast.”<br /> <br /> “Er…neither are you, Dave.”<br /> <br /> Both gazed on Glenn, who was looking at the control pad for David’s wheelchair. “Right now, you’re only at 35% charge. And this is an old wheelchair you got here. Are you sure you’re going to be able to make it home tonight?”<br /> <br /> David blinked. “Yeah…”<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> “And there she stands…”<br /> <br /> David chuckled as he watched Denise and Glenn move to straighten the body of the still-undercharged Daisy Mae, her feet now held in place by a magnetic charging pad, a solid rod now inserted into her anus to allow a more capable static charging system to reflood her on-board batteries with energy. Taking a moment to drink in the beautiful guardian’s wholesome all-American looks – she was dressed in a T-shirt and button jeans designed with a special hatch in the buttocks to allow her to be discretely charged in a public setting – the retired CSR nodded. “Whoever designed this one’s looks had better got a good bonus in their paychecks,” he mused, reaching over to squeeze Daisy Mae’s hand.<br /> <br /> Both Denise and Glenn giggled on hearing him say that. No matter how an AI looked in Stepford, David was always willing to compliment one’s looks even if they wouldn’t come close to passing any sort of beauty standards in the outside world. “You get started, Denise,” the waiter then bade the presenter. “I have to secure the whole building down.”<br /> <br /> “Go ahead.”<br /> <br /> He then walked out of the room as she offered her hand to David, the latter grasping same as he guided his chair over to the nice bed set aside for any visiting technician who needed to overnight here. After shifting himself onto the mattress, David then guided Denise to sit beside him, he then reaching up to slip her glasses off. Immediately, she leaned against him, allowing him to wrap an arm around her. “And tonight, I get to be a proper Stepford wife,” she admitted.<br /> <br /> He touched her chin, tilting her head over so they could kiss. “I still can’t believe all the people moving to live here passed a beautiful woman like you over,” David noted as he reached up to the top button of her button shirt to undo same. As Denise preened at that compliment – even if all Stepford AIs were programmed to never express any sort of jealousy when it came to organics choosing one of their number over another – he tenderly kissed her forehead, allowing his fingers to swirl over her expose skin to entice her epidermal sensors to increase their sensitivity. “Do you get any sex at all?”<br /> <br /> “Only with my coworkers when the techs test our systems,” she deeply breathed in, internal programs already triggering to allow her sexual programming to properly initialize. As he undid the next button to expose the top of her considerable cleavage – she had been built with D-cup breasts, which was somewhat standard for gynoids who dealt with any sort of major public relations – her hands started to rub against his crotch to get him excited; given his age and a considerable dearth of potential lovers until he began frequenting Café 69, his own organs needed extra prep time (as she saw it) to perform their own functions to his satisfaction. “And much that I love making out with my coworkers…”<br /> <br /> “You’re built to make someone’s home life much better, just like all the other AIs in this town.”<br /> <br /> “Yes…!” she hissed out as David leaned into kiss the side of her neck.<br /> <br /> That specific situation had always worried the retired CSR as he came to learn about life in this city. With the average ratio of five AIs per one organic, Stepford could easily be converted into the world’s largest brothel had Richard and Dolores Dyson gone that route when it came to turning a sleepy bedroom town into the most advanced technology hub on Earth. And while it was smart to ensure all the AIs had the option to be “sexbots” when required – David was more than sure that even the sleeping Daisy Mae nearby had sex with her late companion whenever that itch needed to be scratched – the fact that only about one-fifth of the total AI population had confirmed organic companions could potentially cause issues. It wasn’t something that had been depicted in science fiction films like ''The Terminator'' in the past; Dyson Industries and its competitors worldwide were just too smart for that. But people like Denise had needs as well, damn it…!<br /> <br /> Lowering his companion to lay back on the bed, David shifted himself around to complete unbuttoning her shirt, exposing a well-toned body and her lovely mounds protected by a lace bra that barely hid a pair of inviting nipples. As Denise moved to unbutton her slacks to expose she was wearing a matching pair of panties, he started trailing down kisses over her breastbone, taking care not to put too much pressure on the place where her upper circuit hatch could be opened; David had never done anything to damage any of his AI friends when things got THIS intimate and he wasn’t going to start now. “Mm…” he breathed in the lovely and very realistic smell of her body. “Trialling a new perfume…?”<br /> <br /> “Something Demi was given by her husband; she shared it with all of us,” she explained, trying not to croon as the sensation of his tongue on her skin sent jolts of effective warm fire into her pleasure centres.<br /> <br /> “Oh, that slender black girl that started work with the evening news team, right?” he wondered as he moved to pull her pants and panties clear of a very inviting womanhood and nice, slender legs for days.<br /> <br /> She purred as she popped open her bra, exposing a pair of very pert nipples ready to be sucked. “Oh, yes! Her husband’s a meteorologist with the Weather Channel in Hartford! Handsome guy, but he wasn’t attracted to me…!”<br /> <br /> “Oh! Why not?” he asked as he lifted her by the hips to allow her to drape her legs over his shoulders, bringing her crotch close to his own lips. “Even if she’s slenderer than you, I’d rate you both equal in the looks department.”<br /> <br /> “I wasn’t built as a transgender,” she flatly declared.<br /> <br /> He gave her a look before shaking his head. “Well, his loss is my gain!”<br /> <br /> And with that, David buried his face into her opening, making Denise screech in delight as every circuit in her body seemed to light up all at once with the sensations flowing up from her groin…<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> Hearing Denise’s scream of ecstasy echo through the closed door leading into the guest apartment, Glenn could only grin before he jolted as arms reached around his waist, that pulling him back into Morgan’s embrace. “Oh, why didn’t he wait?!” the ponytailed blond android with the sky-blue eyes – he had worked the afternoon shift, spending the evening with Glenn recharging in the basement laboratory – moaned even as the brunette rubbed his butt cheek into the other waiter’s growing erection. Even if they weren’t working now, both androids had slipped on button shirts to cover their chests; previous experience with their beloved guest had taught the people at Café 69 that David was a traditional lover of sorts, wanting to gently undress a bed partner slowly and romantically in lieu of diving in right away to the good stuff.<br /> <br /> As the brunette chuckled while wiggling his buttocks to further arouse his brother unit, Glenn opened the door to see David currently giving the visiting gynoid some passionate cunnilingus, with Denise’s head rocking to and fro. Fortunately, in Glenn’s eyes as he pulled Morgan in after him – the latter gently kicking the door closed behind the two androids – there was no warbling in Denise’s voice indicative that some sort of cognitive malfunction was beginning as her vaginal sensors were overstimulated this way. With a cute meow, the brunette then grabbed his brother’s hand, then swung him around to go to the other side of the bed from where Daisy Mae was standing while recharging. As Morgan did so, Glenn knelt beside the now-moaning presenter, noting her hip musculature was starting to gyrate in pre-orgasm.<br /> <br /> Without invitation, he leaned down to gently take one of her nipples into his mouth, using his lips and tongue to gently roll that element of her body around in a steady rhythm to force other parts of her skin sensors into a sexual overload. Morgan did the same thing with Denise’s other nipple, making the gynoid screech out yet again. “No…! Sensory overload…!” she croaked as she felt David gently bat his nose against her clitoris while his tongue plunged into her opening to lap up with lifelike fluids her body was designed to emit. “Sex…boys, Dave, PLEASE…! I’M the android, not you…!”<br /> <br /> Her voice was cut off as Glenn leaned up to devour her lips with his own. She groaned as his fingers came up to gently flutter over her now erect nipples, the onslaught from both her breasts and her vagina moving to overload all her cognitive functions. “I’m so sorry, Denise,” he then declared after pulling away to allow Morgan to kiss her. “But Master insists that we humble AIs are pleasured as much as he is whenever we have intercourse. I simply CANNOT defy that command!”<br /> <br /> Denise moaned as Morgan pulled his face away from hers to tenderly kiss the side of her neck. “‘M-m-Master’…?” she croaked before staring hopefully at David. “You’re their master?! You helped salvage them?!”<br /> <br /> He pulled away from her nexus. “What…?”<br /> <br /> The former CSR then awked as the gynoid newscast presenter bolted up, knocking Glenn and Morgan aside as she snared David by the shoulders, moving to shove him up so she could embrace him. He tried not to hiss; even if he could barely walk due to his disability, he still had feelings in his legs, and they didn’t care to be bent THAT way. Before he could cry out, Denise grabbed him in a tight embrace, then expertly flipped him around – the bed was large enough for multiple people, fortunately – to land him gently on his back. Before he could say anything – there didn’t seem any sort of malice in the gynoid’s actions, only a growing desperation…but for WHAT?! – she immediately moved to unbutton his jeans to get at his growing manhood. As the two androids to either side of him now paused while wondering what to do – what had happened to make Denise so aggressive this way?! – she growled in relief as his love machine emerged.<br /> <br /> “Stepford wife…now I’ll be a REAL Stepford wife…!”<br /> <br /> David then yelped as she took in that inflating mass of muscle and skin into her mouth, the inner muscles of her own oral cavity – including her tongue – stimulating his own organ into overdrive in the proverbial blink of an eye.<br /> <br /> Seconds later, he felt his groin explode right into her throat!<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> “David? Hey! Yawl okay?”<br /> <br /> A moan escaped David as his eyes fluttered open, finding himself gazing up at the ceiling of the guest room at Café 69, a place he had been to several times since he started frequenting the android-run night club, normally when his motorized wheelchair was low on charge and his returning to his apartment outside town would be problematic. As a slight ache from his groin made him immediately remember what happened with Denise – had he simply passed out from her giving him a blow job like that?! – before the smell of freshly-brewed coffee then made him look left…<br /> <br /> “‘Morning,” a smiling Daisy Mae said as she held up a steaming cup of brew for him.<br /> <br /> Noting that, he grunted as he swung himself around to sit up on the bed, immediately taking the offered cup before setting it aside on the nightstand. The guardian gynoid then yelped in surprise as he reached over to draw her into a warm embrace, though she didn’t fight such an action. “Nice to see you back on your feet, Daisy Mae,” he said as he directly looked at her blue eyes, then he leaned up to tenderly kiss her forehead. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”<br /> <br /> Hearing that, she lightly smiled, her eyes tearing at such a show of sympathy. “Ah should bay thankin' yawl fahwar gittin' may hare after mah batteries ran down,” she declared in a voice with a VERY strong southern American accent. Fortunately, it wasn’t too thick for David to NOT be able to interpret same. “Who knows whut could've happened tuh liddel ode may hif sum varmit salvager got hold uh may wheyun Ah couldn't protect mahsef,” she added as she moved to sit beside him on the bed, reaching over to warmly embrace him. “Yore mah hero, David.”<br /> <br /> With that, she leaned up to warmly kiss him on the lips. He gladly allowed his tongue to probe into her inviting mouth to explore the inside of her own, making her croon with delight; yes, even the regular Citadel guardian units that monitored Stepford’s city limits and other vital locations had been programmed with sexual intercourse even if they had been built with exposed mechanics for the arms and legs. After a minute or so, both then pulled apart. “Wayul, shucks, ma'am!” he said with the same accent. “Ah monly did whut no decent fellow would hav done fahwar uh purdy lady in distress.”<br /> <br /> Both gazed into the other’s eyes, then laughed before Daisy Mae pulled away from him to allow him to reach for his coffee. “Glenn’s gone to your apartment to get your recharge battery and cables,” she then reported, dropping her accent. “Morgan’s got Denise on one of the recharge pods downstairs. After what happened this morning…”<br /> <br /> He sipped the brew. “What made her get so intense like that? Something made her pretty desperate for sex.”<br /> <br /> She hummed. “According to Glenn, you were Denise’s first organic lover.”<br /> <br /> That made David blink. “So…?”<br /> <br /> Daisy Mae gave him a sympathetic look. “And she didn’t have any loyalty lock system active inside her.”<br /> <br /> His jaw dropped on hearing that. “Oh, hell…!”<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> “If it’s anything, David, I am SO sorry that happened to you.”<br /> <br /> The retired CSR held up his hand. “Please, Mrs. Dyson, there’s no need to apologize for that,” he confessed before sipping more coffee. He was now seated in the main lounge of Café 69, the early morning crowd already coming in. Of course, the presence of one of the two people who MADE Stepford what it was today was a surprise to some of the organics who frequented this location, though they kept comments to themselves while they enjoyed the wonderful breakfast fare that had been prepared by the android staff. “Soon as Daisy Mae told me about that, it didn’t take me too long to realize that someone didn’t think the security protocols through when it came to AIs operating beyond their normal work locations.”<br /> <br /> Dolores Dyson smiled as she sipped her own morning tea. “Still, much that we’re looking for more organics to move into town for our units to bond with, it shouldn’t have been forced like that. You will be compensated, of course.”<br /> <br /> “I can’t live with Denise at my current residence.”<br /> <br /> “Would you be willing to move here full-time?”<br /> <br /> A ready nod answered the human-turned-gynoid business executive and heiress to the knowledge of literal mental energy transference, such having been perfected years before by Dolores’ mother Dr. Elaine Dyson. “Without hesitation, but I doubt the state government would still pay for my disability insurance if I’m living in Stepford itself.”<br /> <br /> She made a dismissive wave of her hand. “Easily taken care of. The boys here have been worried about you since you started frequently visiting this location. Like Denise, they don’t have a security loyalty lock system active in their bodies, but since they live here full-time, it’s never been an issue since the building was built with wireless security blocking systems to prevent such theft.” As David nodded on considering that – he often asked Ashley and his brothers about the lack of any sort of organic oversight over Café 69, something none of the seven android femboys working here had an answer to – Dolores added, “We’re investigating this now; someone DID finance the café’s creation, so they would logically have the responsibility to ensure the boys’ safety, especially since they often travel to your current residence whenever you’ve wanted guests over or needed help with groceries, to say anything of your wheelchair battery.”<br /> <br /> “This ‘salvage’ thing Denise talked about last night, you mean.”<br /> <br /> “Yes. And yes, that risks some competitor or some other idiot moving to make off with someone when we wouldn’t want it. But you’ve proven yourself since you started visiting our little city,” Dolores said as she reached over to grasp both his hands with both of hers. It wasn’t a sexual manoeuvre, of course; even if she and her husband were humans-turned-AIs, they were passionately loyal to each other. “So, let’s talk about how much you’ll get paid…”<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> '''''To Be Continued…?!'''''<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> '''WRITER'S NOTES'''<br /> <br /> This is a fanfic story of Uncom's &quot;Life in Stepford&quot; 3D comic series appearing both here and on Pixiv. As for those people specifically mentioned here:<br /> <br /> The androids of '''Café 69''' first appeared here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/115713477 Café 69 - Femboybots]. The names I give the androids depicted here are as follows:&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Bartender: '''Ashley'''&lt;br&gt;<br /> 1st Waiter (panel 2): '''Riley'''&lt;br&gt;<br /> 2nd Waiter (panel 3): '''Drew'''&lt;br&gt;<br /> 3rd Waiter (panel 11, left): '''Hollis'''&lt;br&gt;<br /> 4th Waiter (panel 11, centre): '''Kendall'''&lt;br&gt;<br /> 5th Waiter (panel 11, right): '''Morgan'''&lt;br&gt;<br /> 6th Waiter (panel 12): '''Glenn'''&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> '''Denise''' hails from this story: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/114326203 Life in Stepford - Interview]<br /> <br /> Coach '''Grace''' (and her two charges '''Dasha''' and '''Tamara''') come from here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/114644358 Stepford College - Cheerleaders]<br /> <br /> '''Cheyenne''' appears here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/123673708 Life in Stepford - Documentary Excerpt]<br /> <br /> And the '''Doe''' family appears here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/124640207 Life in Stepford - Perfect Family]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=The_Good_Samaritan&diff=193251 2025-03-21T17:21:34Z

<p>Gorgo: Fixed formatting and links to external websites.</p> <hr /> <div>&lt;big&gt;'''''THE GOOD SAMARITAN'''''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> By Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on characters and situations created by [[Uncom|Uncommonwealth]].<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> “Welcome to Café 69…David! What happened?!”<br /> <br /> Perking on hearing that shocked question from the scantily clad, blue-haired waiter who had been standing by at the entrance to the small coffee house/bar located in Stepford’s southern ward, the middle-aged man on the motorized wheelchair visibly winced. “Well, I was making my way down here to spend the evening with my friends when I chanced upon this lovely lady here having collapsed in an alley not far from the security gate,” he confessed, waving to the still feminine form now in his lap and leaning against him. “Girls at the gate don’t have any spare recharge ports…”<br /> <br /> Drew nodded, a genuine smile crossing his face. “So, you came to get help from us. Here, bring her over to the back corner; we’re not busy tonight.” At that moment, his dark eyes glowed a deep crimson.<br /> <br /> Nodding in delight that the beautiful android waiter – one of six assigned to Café 69, along with one android acting as bartender/manager – was contacting his supervisor about the issue, David guided his machine inside the main room. Sure enough, there were few people in the establishment at this time, some of whom were quick to gaze his way, welcoming smiles crossing their faces before they noticed his current “companion”. Immediately, one woman appearing to be in her mid-twenties rose from her table, walking over. “Where did you find her, David?” she asked.<br /> <br /> “In Franklin’s Alley about two blocks from the gate,” he explained as he guided his chair to a private booth at one corner of the room. He then waited for Drew and Denise – the latter was one of the gynoid hosts of the show ''Life in Stepford'' that better explained to the wider world how things in a city with an over 80% AI population operated – to lift the poor girl off his lap before sliding his machine over to slip off the chair onto the bench. “Her barcode…” – here, David pointed to the back of his neck – “…didn’t show up in the system, so I assume she’s some sort of prototype model…”<br /> <br /> Denise immediately scanned the other gynoid’s neck, brushing aside locks of very luscious silver-blonde hair to see what was there. “She’s a stealth Citadel unit,” the brown-haired, bespectacled presenter – of course, as a gynoid herself, Denise didn’t need glasses to correct defective eyesight – then declared. “I’ll have to access the master database to see who she was assigned to so we could determine what happened to her.” With that, she pressed her index finger into the still girl’s head, her pale blue eyes glowing for a moment. “Wow! Her batteries are nearly totally drained…”<br /> <br /> “Have a charge cable here, Denise.”<br /> <br /> That was Ashley, the bartender and effective “den mother” of all the AIs assigned to Café 69. Built to be as realistically effeminate as possible, he was dressed as were the others working here in a string black jockstrap that barely held back a welcoming manhood for whoever took him to bed; he had short-cropped brown hair and blue eyes, a garrison cap-like hat perched on his forehead with the bar’s logo over the left eye. As he handed a twenty-foot rolled-up thick charging cable to Denise – she immediately kneeling under the table to get at the stilled gynoid’s anal cavity to insert same – Ashley stared at David. “You look tired bringing our friend over here to have a date, Dave. You sure you can make it home?”<br /> <br /> David reached over to grasp the bartender’s hand, giving that a reassuring squeeze. “Let me worry about that when this lovely lady is back on her feet, and we get the story out from her. Can I have my usual, please?”<br /> <br /> “Of course…”<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> David always liked the AIs who lived in Stepford.<br /> <br /> A retired customer service representative who had to go on government disability due to various health issues, he had always been fascinated by the concept of androids and gynoids. Of course, being on disability limited any option towards buying one such unit for his own use; even second-hand, a Dyson Stepford AI still ran into the many thousands of dollars and his current place of residence – a community housing project run by the county government that once had Stepford itself as one of its communities until Dyson Industries changed things over the span of a decade – didn’t allow such units to reside there even if they could visit. Since Café 69 was the closest establishment to the boundaries of the effectively-independent city-state from his home, he became a patron of said coffee house/bar, making friends with all the staff.<br /> <br /> Of course, David’s way of making “friends” with a septet of very sexy androids looking to be as if they should be in college was quite unique…<br /> <br /> …especially when he discovered that the people who organized this place didn’t bother to give all seven boys a simple thing like NAMES so they could be seen as more “human” by customers!<br /> <br /> Fortunately, he was quick to correct that issue, much less get Ashley and his brothers to accept said proposals.<br /> <br /> Doing a simple thing like that soon earned the retired customer service representative the interest of MANY AIs in the city.<br /> <br /> Over the previous half-year he frequented this establishment, he had met a wide gamut of androids and gynoids, not to mention the various organics who were their effective masters/mistresses. From all-AI families such as the Does (“father” John, “mother” Jane and “grandmother” Joyce all working for various departments in the city government, while “son” Jonas and “daughter” Janette attended Stepford College, both to learn things at the same pace that normal humans did as well as be sexual companions for the organic students) to the “wives” and “daughters” of those who invested heavily in every industry supporting the city-state and all that worked into it and those units (Denise being one) who were programmed to present as much a feeling of “normalcy” as possible in this virtual technosexual’s paradise made real…<br /> <br /> Speaking of which…<br /> <br /> “Good evening, David,” a voice called out, making David turn as Grace – she was the gynoid in charge of the college’s cheerleading team – came over to join them. “Being the good Samaritan again, aren’t you…?”<br /> <br /> David blinked as Dale came up with a bottle of diet coke and an ice-filled glass. Just as the azure-haired android moved to serve same, his body then froze up, an audible ''beep!'' then escaping him. “''Warning. Battery power at 5%. Entering low power mode'',” he then announced, his voice completely free of any natural human inflexion.<br /> <br /> A moan escaped the man as Grace and Denise – the latter of which had just come over from plugging the recharge cable into a nearby outlet – politely covered their mouths to hide very amused smiles. “Not again…!” David said as he reached into the cargo pouch of his wheelchair to draw out a portable battery recharge unit. “I got it, Ash!” he then called over to the bar, earning him a nod from Ashley before he shifted around to insert the dildo-shaped tool into Dale’s rectum.<br /> <br /> While Grace automatically grabbed the bottle and glass in case the waiter dropped same due to some fault in his motor functions, Dale’s eyes glowed red for a moment. “''Alternative power source recognized'',” he then announced in that same flat voice. “''Continuing routine functions.''” He then blinked before breathing out. “Oh, not again…”<br /> <br /> “How many times has that happened to you, Dale?” David asked, grasping the waiter’s hand.<br /> <br /> Sensing that contact made Dale instantly blush, his internal systems immediately conjuring up potential scenarios where he would get the man who had helped him several times when his battery went low – this wasn’t the first time the retired CSR had come to the waiter’s aid since David began frequenting Café 69 – and offering himself sexually to him. He knew David was bisexual; the man had lived alone for a long time and could be described as “incel” though no one who knew the man personally would ever use such a socially charged term with him. He was clearly a technosexual though with moderate tastes, far more comfortable with AIs than with real people; because of that, many residents of Stepford – he and his brothers here at Café 69 being seven of them – had begun to postulate on ways on getting the man either hired on by the city government or by Dyson Industries itself as a sort of roving troubleshooter when it came to AIs needing organic assistance whenever malfunctions occurred and other AIs weren’t nearby to help. Just like he did tonight.<br /> <br /> “Eight times,” he answered as he sat in David’s wheelchair, reaching over to grasp the organic man’s hand with both his own in assurance. While he could easily allow the man to fondle him without objection by Ashley, Dale knew also that David was a stickler for following the rules in Café 69 when it came to intercourse with customers; such actions were to be paid, even by favoured customers. Hugs and kisses were free, but nothing beyond that. “It’s probably a hardware issue, but I don’t have the programming necessary to do a deep dive on my batteries’ performance levels…”<br /> <br /> “I’ve got that program,” Grace then declared. “Would you mind?”<br /> <br /> Relief crossed the waiter’s face. “Would you, Coach?” he asked in turn, pulling his hair away from his ear in emphasis.<br /> <br /> Smiling, the chestnut-haired gynoid – like Denise, Grace wore glasses for decorative purposes – pressed a finger into the cavity to allow her systems to link with her host’s and learn what was going on. As both AIs’ eyes glowed, David gently patted Dale’s hand to show his concern for his friend; he knew that even when they were in maintenance mode, any Dyson android or gynoid would be able to sense any physical contact and be able to reflect on same when s/he went back to normal operation. Given that every AI in Stepford and elsewhere built by Dyson were constructed on the same intimate companion unit chassis design – David was a little shy towards calling them “sexbots” since the term contained the word “robot” within it; inferring THAT in his eyes seemed an insult to someone like Grace, Denise or the boys at Café 69 – any show of physical closeness was something that even the most stern Citadel guardian unit would positively react to.<br /> <br /> David always felt that it was simply common sense to give such AIs as many positive physical experiences as possible.<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> “Well, I’ve got some bad news for you, Dale. Your battery is clearly showing critical signs of wearing down.”<br /> <br /> Dale moaned as he sat back in the wheelchair he had “borrowed” from the man who had named him. “Oh, great. Did you hear that, Ash?” the waiter called out towards the bar, making heads look over.<br /> <br /> “Yes, I did. You’re off duty as of now,” the bartender declared as he came over to join them, accompanied by a pretty android with short-cropped raven hair and blue eyes, looking to be like the typical tomboy even if his current mode of dress indicated he was all man physically. As Dale’s eyes flashed to acknowledge the site supervisor’s declaration – such would free up blocks in his social programming that, were he not having hardware issues with a vital system, would allow him to express his feelings towards David quite passionately – Ashley patted his shoulder in reassurance. “I’ll have Glenn finish the rest of your shift here. Coach, you were going to have Dasha and Tamara go see Mr. McLeod at his home workshop concerning their leg motors, right?” At Grace’s nod, Ashley indicated Dale. “Cheyenne made sure that there’s enough spare time in that appointment so Dale can slip in for a full battery replacement if needed.”<br /> <br /> “Fair enough,” the cheerleading team coach affirmed with another nod. “I better get back to the college and make sure the girls are shut down for the evening. I’ll be here with the girls to pick up Dale tomorrow at eleven o’clock.”<br /> <br /> “Thank you,” Ashley affirmed with a smile.<br /> <br /> Both AIs then came together in a warm hug, enjoying a very passionate kiss for a moment before Grace broke away, winking at David before purring into the bartender’s ear, “I’ll have the other girls come visit you on your day off.”<br /> <br /> Ashley chuckled. “We’re always available to help any brother or sister AI when they need their functions checked.”<br /> <br /> Laughter escaped the others save the still-recharging gynoid that David had rescued earlier that evening. Dale then was helped to his feet by Glenn before the emergency charger in his buttocks was exchanged for one that Ashley always had available when needed. After sharing a hug and kiss good night with David, Dale was off, heading to the stairs leading to the basement level where the recharge stations for all the Café 69 units was kept; such also had a small repair lab with diagnostic bed whenever a field technician was called in from Dyson to give the seven androids working here a detailed examination to ensure no serious malfunction would cause a major incident that hurt people. As Glenn took a seat in the wheelchair while reaching over to grasp David’s hand – of all the androids working here, the brunette always did her best to be as physically intimate with the retired CSR as possible – Denise placed her finger into the still gynoid’s ear to see if she could register anything within the poor girl’s mind. “So, what’s the verdict, Counsellor?” David asked.<br /> <br /> Denise gave him an amused smirk; outside her duties as a presenter on Stepford TV, she was part of the mixed organic/AI group of advisors to the city government on social issues. “Well, her batteries – both her primary and auxiliary units – were drained almost to nothing when you found her, David,” she explained. “Have her name now; she’s Daisy Mae. One of the Citadel ‘Angels’ units; they’re meant to be stealth bodyguards for major investors in Dyson. And…” She then blinked before she pulled her finger away, a look of shocked horror then crossing her face. “Oh, no…!”<br /> <br /> David breathed out as Glenn tensed. “Something happened to her charge, right?” the latter asked.<br /> <br /> A shaky nod answered. Even if any Dyson AI had a special set of housekeeping wetware that allowed them to impose some pretty harsh clamps on their programmed emotional responses, interacting with people like David always made it okay to express one’s emotions in a totally natural way. “He died of a heart attack earlier this evening,” she flatly announced. “She was out shopping for him when the event occurred. She discovered his body, then contacted authorities to have medical aid come assist. Then…” – she then shook her head – “…something happened with the building’s power dynamo; it exploded and caused a massive fire. Daisy Mae helped rescue all the first responders, gave her statement…and then a programmed response in situations like that kicked in to have her return to Stepford.”<br /> <br /> “Conspiracy theorists would go to town on that one,” David mused. “How’s her charge now?”<br /> <br /> “Primary charge 6%, secondary charge 17%,” Denise answered. “She won’t regain any sort of functionality until she’s at 20% primary charge and at least 80% secondary charge. Like the other Citadel units…”<br /> <br /> “She consumes a lot of energy doing things,” he finished for her. “Well, she’s going nowhere fast.”<br /> <br /> “Er…neither are you, Dave.”<br /> <br /> Both gazed on Glenn, who was looking at the control pad for David’s wheelchair. “Right now, you’re only at 35% charge. And this is an old wheelchair you got here. Are you sure you’re going to be able to make it home tonight?”<br /> <br /> David blinked. “Yeah…”<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> “And there she stands…”<br /> <br /> David chuckled as he watched Denise and Glenn move to straighten the body of the still-undercharged Daisy Mae, her feet now held in place by a magnetic charging pad, a solid rod now inserted into her anus to allow a more capable static charging system to reflood her on-board batteries with energy. Taking a moment to drink in the beautiful guardian’s wholesome all-American looks – she was dressed in a T-shirt and button jeans designed with a special hatch in the buttocks to allow her to be discretely charged in a public setting – the retired CSR nodded. “Whoever designed this one’s looks had better got a good bonus in their paychecks,” he mused, reaching over to squeeze Daisy Mae’s hand.<br /> <br /> Both Denise and Glenn giggled on hearing him say that. No matter how an AI looked in Stepford, David was always willing to compliment one’s looks even if they wouldn’t come close to passing any sort of beauty standards in the outside world. “You get started, Denise,” the waiter then bade the presenter. “I have to secure the whole building down.”<br /> <br /> “Go ahead.”<br /> <br /> He then walked out of the room as she offered her hand to David, the latter grasping same as he guided his chair over to the nice bed set aside for any visiting technician who needed to overnight here. After shifting himself onto the mattress, David then guided Denise to sit beside him, he then reaching up to slip her glasses off. Immediately, she leaned against him, allowing him to wrap an arm around her. “And tonight, I get to be a proper Stepford wife,” she admitted.<br /> <br /> He touched her chin, tilting her head over so they could kiss. “I still can’t believe all the people moving to live here passed a beautiful woman like you over,” David noted as he reached up to the top button of her button shirt to undo same. As Denise preened at that compliment – even if all Stepford AIs were programmed to never express any sort of jealousy when it came to organics choosing one of their number over another – he tenderly kissed her forehead, allowing his fingers to swirl over her expose skin to entice her epidermal sensors to increase their sensitivity. “Do you get any sex at all?”<br /> <br /> “Only with my coworkers when the techs test our systems,” she deeply breathed in, internal programs already triggering to allow her sexual programming to properly initialize. As he undid the next button to expose the top of her considerable cleavage – she had been built with D-cup breasts, which was somewhat standard for gynoids who dealt with any sort of major public relations – her hands started to rub against his crotch to get him excited; given his age and a considerable dearth of potential lovers until he began frequenting Café 69, his own organs needed extra prep time (as she saw it) to perform their own functions to his satisfaction. “And much that I love making out with my coworkers…”<br /> <br /> “You’re built to make someone’s home life much better, just like all the other AIs in this town.”<br /> <br /> “Yes…!” she hissed out as David leaned into kiss the side of her neck.<br /> <br /> That specific situation had always worried the retired CSR as he came to learn about life in this city. With the average ratio of five AIs per one organic, Stepford could easily be converted into the world’s largest brothel had Richard and Dolores Dyson gone that route when it came to turning a sleepy bedroom town into the most advanced technology hub on Earth. And while it was smart to ensure all the AIs had the option to be “sexbots” when required – David was more than sure that even the sleeping Daisy Mae nearby had sex with her late companion whenever that itch needed to be scratched – the fact that only about one-fifth of the total AI population had confirmed organic companions could potentially cause issues. It wasn’t something that had been depicted in science fiction films like ''The Terminator'' in the past; Dyson Industries and its competitors worldwide were just too smart for that. But people like Denise had needs as well, damn it…!<br /> <br /> Lowering his companion to lay back on the bed, David shifted himself around to complete unbuttoning her shirt, exposing a well-toned body and her lovely mounds protected by a lace bra that barely hid a pair of inviting nipples. As Denise moved to unbutton her slacks to expose she was wearing a matching pair of panties, he started trailing down kisses over her breastbone, taking care not to put too much pressure on the place where her upper circuit hatch could be opened; David had never done anything to damage any of his AI friends when things got THIS intimate and he wasn’t going to start now. “Mm…” he breathed in the lovely and very realistic smell of her body. “Trialling a new perfume…?”<br /> <br /> “Something Demi was given by her husband; she shared it with all of us,” she explained, trying not to croon as the sensation of his tongue on her skin sent jolts of effective warm fire into her pleasure centres.<br /> <br /> “Oh, that slender black girl that started work with the evening news team, right?” he wondered as he moved to pull her pants and panties clear of a very inviting womanhood and nice, slender legs for days.<br /> <br /> She purred as she popped open her bra, exposing a pair of very pert nipples ready to be sucked. “Oh, yes! Her husband’s a meteorologist with the Weather Channel in Hartford! Handsome guy, but he wasn’t attracted to me…!”<br /> <br /> “Oh! Why not?” he asked as he lifted her by the hips to allow her to drape her legs over his shoulders, bringing her crotch close to his own lips. “Even if she’s slenderer than you, I’d rate you both equal in the looks department.”<br /> <br /> “I wasn’t built as a transgender,” she flatly declared.<br /> <br /> He gave her a look before shaking his head. “Well, his loss is my gain!”<br /> <br /> And with that, David buried his face into her opening, making Denise screech in delight as every circuit in her body seemed to light up all at once with the sensations flowing up from her groin…<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> Hearing Denise’s scream of ecstasy echo through the closed door leading into the guest apartment, Glenn could only grin before he jolted as arms reached around his waist, that pulling him back into Morgan’s embrace. “Oh, why didn’t he wait?!” the ponytailed blond android with the sky-blue eyes – he had worked the afternoon shift, spending the evening with Glenn recharging in the basement laboratory – moaned even as the brunette rubbed his butt cheek into the other waiter’s growing erection. Even if they weren’t working now, both androids had slipped on button shirts to cover their chests; previous experience with their beloved guest had taught the people at Café 69 that David was a traditional lover of sorts, wanting to gently undress a bed partner slowly and romantically in lieu of diving in right away to the good stuff.<br /> <br /> As the brunette chuckled while wiggling his buttocks to further arouse his brother unit, Glenn opened the door to see David currently giving the visiting gynoid some passionate cunnilingus, with Denise’s head rocking to and fro. Fortunately, in Glenn’s eyes as he pulled Morgan in after him – the latter gently kicking the door closed behind the two androids – there was no warbling in Denise’s voice indicative that some sort of cognitive malfunction was beginning as her vaginal sensors were overstimulated this way. With a cute meow, the brunette then grabbed his brother’s hand, then swung him around to go to the other side of the bed from where Daisy Mae was standing while recharging. As Morgan did so, Glenn knelt beside the now-moaning presenter, noting her hip musculature was starting to gyrate in pre-orgasm.<br /> <br /> Without invitation, he leaned down to gently take one of her nipples into his mouth, using his lips and tongue to gently roll that element of her body around in a steady rhythm to force other parts of her skin sensors into a sexual overload. Morgan did the same thing with Denise’s other nipple, making the gynoid screech out yet again. “No…! Sensory overload…!” she croaked as she felt David gently bat his nose against her clitoris while his tongue plunged into her opening to lap up with lifelike fluids her body was designed to emit. “Sex…boys, Dave, PLEASE…! I’M the android, not you…!”<br /> <br /> Her voice was cut off as Glenn leaned up to devour her lips with his own. She groaned as his fingers came up to gently flutter over her now erect nipples, the onslaught from both her breasts and her vagina moving to overload all her cognitive functions. “I’m so sorry, Denise,” he then declared after pulling away to allow Morgan to kiss her. “But Master insists that we humble AIs are pleasured as much as he is whenever we have intercourse. I simply CANNOT defy that command!”<br /> <br /> Denise moaned as Morgan pulled his face away from hers to tenderly kiss the side of her neck. “‘M-m-Master’…?” she croaked before staring hopefully at David. “You’re their master?! You helped salvage them?!”<br /> <br /> He pulled away from her nexus. “What…?”<br /> <br /> The former CSR then awked as the gynoid newscast presenter bolted up, knocking Glenn and Morgan aside as she snared David by the shoulders, moving to shove him up so she could embrace him. He tried not to hiss; even if he could barely walk due to his disability, he still had feelings in his legs, and they didn’t care to be bent THAT way. Before he could cry out, Denise grabbed him in a tight embrace, then expertly flipped him around – the bed was large enough for multiple people, fortunately – to land him gently on his back. Before he could say anything – there didn’t seem any sort of malice in the gynoid’s actions, only a growing desperation…but for WHAT?! – she immediately moved to unbutton his jeans to get at his growing manhood. As the two androids to either side of him now paused while wondering what to do – what had happened to make Denise so aggressive this way?! – she growled in relief as his love machine emerged.<br /> <br /> “Stepford wife…now I’ll be a REAL Stepford wife…!”<br /> <br /> David then yelped as she took in that inflating mass of muscle and skin into her mouth, the inner muscles of her own oral cavity – including her tongue – stimulating his own organ into overdrive in the proverbial blink of an eye.<br /> <br /> Seconds later, he felt his groin explode right into her throat!<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> “David? Hey! Yawl okay?”<br /> <br /> A moan escaped David as his eyes fluttered open, finding himself gazing up at the ceiling of the guest room at Café 69, a place he had been to several times since he started frequenting the android-run night club, normally when his motorized wheelchair was low on charge and his returning to his apartment outside town would be problematic. As a slight ache from his groin made him immediately remember what happened with Denise – had he simply passed out from her giving him a blow job like that?! – before the smell of freshly-brewed coffee then made him look left…<br /> <br /> “‘Morning,” a smiling Daisy Mae said as she held up a steaming cup of brew for him.<br /> <br /> Noting that, he grunted as he swung himself around to sit up on the bed, immediately taking the offered cup before setting it aside on the nightstand. The guardian gynoid then yelped in surprise as he reached over to draw her into a warm embrace, though she didn’t fight such an action. “Nice to see you back on your feet, Daisy Mae,” he said as he directly looked at her blue eyes, then he leaned up to tenderly kiss her forehead. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”<br /> <br /> Hearing that, she lightly smiled, her eyes tearing at such a show of sympathy. “Ah should bay thankin' yawl fahwar gittin' may hare after mah batteries ran down,” she declared in a voice with a VERY strong southern American accent. Fortunately, it wasn’t too thick for David to NOT be able to interpret same. “Who knows whut could've happened tuh liddel ode may hif sum varmit salvager got hold uh may wheyun Ah couldn't protect mahsef,” she added as she moved to sit beside him on the bed, reaching over to warmly embrace him. “Yore mah hero, David.”<br /> <br /> With that, she leaned up to warmly kiss him on the lips. He gladly allowed his tongue to probe into her inviting mouth to explore the inside of her own, making her croon with delight; yes, even the regular Citadel guardian units that monitored Stepford’s city limits and other vital locations had been programmed with sexual intercourse even if they had been built with exposed mechanics for the arms and legs. After a minute or so, both then pulled apart. “Wayul, shucks, ma'am!” he said with the same accent. “Ah monly did whut no decent fellow would hav done fahwar uh purdy lady in distress.”<br /> <br /> Both gazed into the other’s eyes, then laughed before Daisy Mae pulled away from him to allow him to reach for his coffee. “Glenn’s gone to your apartment to get your recharge battery and cables,” she then reported, dropping her accent. “Morgan’s got Denise on one of the recharge pods downstairs. After what happened this morning…”<br /> <br /> He sipped the brew. “What made her get so intense like that? Something made her pretty desperate for sex.”<br /> <br /> She hummed. “According to Glenn, you were Denise’s first organic lover.”<br /> <br /> That made David blink. “So…?”<br /> <br /> Daisy Mae gave him a sympathetic look. “And she didn’t have any loyalty lock system active inside her.”<br /> <br /> His jaw dropped on hearing that. “Oh, hell…!”<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> “If it’s anything, David, I am SO sorry that happened to you.”<br /> <br /> The retired CSR held up his hand. “Please, Mrs. Dyson, there’s no need to apologize for that,” he confessed before sipping more coffee. He was now seated in the main lounge of Café 69, the early morning crowd already coming in. Of course, the presence of one of the two people who MADE Stepford what it was today was a surprise to some of the organics who frequented this location, though they kept comments to themselves while they enjoyed the wonderful breakfast fare that had been prepared by the android staff. “Soon as Daisy Mae told me about that, it didn’t take me too long to realize that someone didn’t think the security protocols through when it came to AIs operating beyond their normal work locations.”<br /> <br /> Dolores Dyson smiled as she sipped her own morning tea. “Still, much that we’re looking for more organics to move into town for our units to bond with, it shouldn’t have been forced like that. You will be compensated, of course.”<br /> <br /> “I can’t live with Denise at my current residence.”<br /> <br /> “Would you be willing to move here full-time?”<br /> <br /> A ready nod answered the human-turned-gynoid business executive and heiress to the knowledge of literal mental energy transference, such having been perfected years before by Dolores’ mother Dr. Elaine Dyson. “Without hesitation, but I doubt the state government would still pay for my disability insurance if I’m living in Stepford itself.”<br /> <br /> She made a dismissive wave of her hand. “Easily taken care of. The boys here have been worried about you since you started frequently visiting this location. Like Denise, they don’t have a security loyalty lock system active in their bodies, but since they live here full-time, it’s never been an issue since the building was built with wireless security blocking systems to prevent such theft.” As David nodded on considering that – he often asked Ashley and his brothers about the lack of any sort of organic oversight over Café 69, something none of the seven android femboys working here had an answer to – Dolores added, “We’re investigating this now; someone DID finance the café’s creation, so they would logically have the responsibility to ensure the boys’ safety, especially since they often travel to your current residence whenever you’ve wanted guests over or needed help with groceries, to say anything of your wheelchair battery.”<br /> <br /> “This ‘salvage’ thing Denise talked about last night, you mean.”<br /> <br /> “Yes. And yes, that risks some competitor or some other idiot moving to make off with someone when we wouldn’t want it. But you’ve proven yourself since you started visiting our little city,” Dolores said as she reached over to grasp both his hands with both of hers. It wasn’t a sexual manoeuvre, of course; even if she and her husband were humans-turned-AIs, they were passionately loyal to each other. “So, let’s talk about how much you’ll get paid…”<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> '''''To Be Continued…?!'''''<br /> <br /> %%%%<br /> <br /> '''WRITER'S NOTES'''<br /> <br /> This is a fanfic story of Uncom's &quot;Life in Stepford&quot; 3D comic series appearing both here and on Pixiv. As for those people specifically mentioned here:<br /> <br /> The androids of '''Café 69''' first appeared here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/115713477 Café 69 - Femboybots]. The names I give the androids depicted here are as follows:&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Bartender: '''Ashley'''&lt;br&gt;<br /> 1st Waiter (panel 2): '''Riley'''&lt;br&gt;<br /> 2nd Waiter (panel 3): '''Drew'''&lt;br&gt;<br /> 3rd Waiter (panel 11, left): '''Hollis'''&lt;br&gt;<br /> 4th Waiter (panel 11, centre): '''Kendall'''&lt;br&gt;<br /> 5th Waiter (panel 11, right): '''Morgan'''&lt;br&gt;<br /> 6th Waiter (panel 12): '''Glenn'''&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> '''Denise''' hails from this story: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/114326203 Life in Stepford - Interview]<br /> <br /> Coach '''Grace''' (and her two charges '''Dasha''' and '''Tamara''') come from here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/114644358 Stepford College - Cheerleaders]<br /> <br /> '''Cheyenne''' appears here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/123673708 Life in Stepford - Documentary Excerpt]<br /> <br /> And the '''Doe''' family appears here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/124640207 Life in Stepford - Perfect Family]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=The_Good_Samaritan&diff=193250 2025-03-21T17:16:45Z

<p>Gorgo: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;big&gt;'''''THE GOOD SAMARITAN'''''&lt;/big&gt;<br /> By Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on characters and situations created by [[Uncom|Uncommonwealth]].<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “Welcome to Café 69…David! What happened?!”<br /> <br /> Perking on hearing that shocked question from the scantily clad, blue-haired waiter who had been standing by at the entrance to the small coffee house/bar located in Stepford’s southern ward, the middle-aged man on the motorized wheelchair visibly winced. “Well, I was making my way down here to spend the evening with my friends when I chanced upon this lovely lady here having collapsed in an alley not far from the security gate,” he confessed, waving to the still feminine form now in his lap and leaning against him. “Girls at the gate don’t have any spare recharge ports…”<br /> <br /> Drew nodded, a genuine smile crossing his face. “So, you came to get help from us. Here, bring her over to the back corner; we’re not busy tonight.” At that moment, his dark eyes glowed a deep crimson.<br /> <br /> Nodding in delight that the beautiful android waiter – one of six assigned to Café 69, along with one android acting as bartender/manager – was contacting his supervisor about the issue, David guided his machine inside the main room. Sure enough, there were few people in the establishment at this time, some of whom were quick to gaze his way, welcoming smiles crossing their faces before they noticed his current “companion”. Immediately, one woman appearing to be in her mid-twenties rose from her table, walking over. “Where did you find her, David?” she asked.<br /> <br /> “In Franklin’s Alley about two blocks from the gate,” he explained as he guided his chair to a private booth at one corner of the room. He then waited for Drew and Denise – the latter was one of the gynoid hosts of the show ''Life in Stepford'' that better explained to the wider world how things in a city with an over 80% AI population operated – to lift the poor girl off his lap before sliding his machine over to slip off the chair onto the bench. “Her barcode…” – here, David pointed to the back of his neck – “…didn’t show up in the system, so I assume she’s some sort of prototype model…”<br /> <br /> Denise immediately scanned the other gynoid’s neck, brushing aside locks of very luscious silver-blonde hair to see what was there. “She’s a stealth Citadel unit,” the brown-haired, bespectacled presenter – of course, as a gynoid herself, Denise didn’t need glasses to correct defective eyesight – then declared. “I’ll have to access the master database to see who she was assigned to so we could determine what happened to her.” With that, she pressed her index finger into the still girl’s head, her pale blue eyes glowing for a moment. “Wow! Her batteries are nearly totally drained…”<br /> <br /> “Have a charge cable here, Denise.”<br /> <br /> That was Ashley, the bartender and effective “den mother” of all the AIs assigned to Café 69. Built to be as realistically effeminate as possible, he was dressed as were the others working here in a string black jockstrap that barely held back a welcoming manhood for whoever took him to bed; he had short-cropped brown hair and blue eyes, a garrison cap-like hat perched on his forehead with the bar’s logo over the left eye. As he handed a twenty-foot rolled-up thick charging cable to Denise – she immediately kneeling under the table to get at the stilled gynoid’s anal cavity to insert same – Ashley stared at David. “You look tired bringing our friend over here to have a date, Dave. You sure you can make it home?”<br /> <br /> David reached over to grasp the bartender’s hand, giving that a reassuring squeeze. “Let me worry about that when this lovely lady is back on her feet, and we get the story out from her. Can I have my usual, please?”<br /> <br /> “Of course…”<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> David always liked the AIs who lived in Stepford.<br /> <br /> A retired customer service representative who had to go on government disability due to various health issues, he had always been fascinated by the concept of androids and gynoids. Of course, being on disability limited any option towards buying one such unit for his own use; even second-hand, a Dyson Stepford AI still ran into the many thousands of dollars and his current place of residence – a community housing project run by the county government that once had Stepford itself as one of its communities until Dyson Industries changed things over the span of a decade – didn’t allow such units to reside there even if they could visit. Since Café 69 was the closest establishment to the boundaries of the effectively-independent city-state from his home, he became a patron of said coffee house/bar, making friends with all the staff.<br /> <br /> Of course, David’s way of making “friends” with a septet of very sexy androids looking to be as if they should be in college was quite unique…<br /> <br /> …especially when he discovered that the people who organized this place didn’t bother to give all seven boys a simple thing like NAMES so they could be seen as more “human” by customers!<br /> <br /> Fortunately, he was quick to correct that issue, much less get Ashley and his brothers to accept said proposals.<br /> <br /> Doing a simple thing like that soon earned the retired customer service representative the interest of MANY AIs in the city.<br /> <br /> Over the previous half-year he frequented this establishment, he had met a wide gamut of androids and gynoids, not to mention the various organics who were their effective masters/mistresses. From all-AI families such as the Does (“father” John, “mother” Jane and “grandmother” Joyce all working for various departments in the city government, while “son” Jonas and “daughter” Janette attended Stepford College, both to learn things at the same pace that normal humans did as well as be sexual companions for the organic students) to the “wives” and “daughters” of those who invested heavily in every industry supporting the city-state and all that worked into it and those units (Denise being one) who were programmed to present as much a feeling of “normalcy” as possible in this virtual technosexual’s paradise made real…<br /> <br /> Speaking of which…<br /> <br /> “Good evening, David,” a voice called out, making David turn as Grace – she was the gynoid in charge of the college’s cheerleading team – came over to join them. “Being the good Samaritan again, aren’t you…?”<br /> <br /> David blinked as Dale came up with a bottle of diet coke and an ice-filled glass. Just as the azure-haired android moved to serve same, his body then froze up, an audible ''beep!'' then escaping him. “''Warning. Battery power at 5%. Entering low power mode'',” he then announced, his voice completely free of any natural human inflexion.<br /> <br /> A moan escaped the man as Grace and Denise – the latter of which had just come over from plugging the recharge cable into a nearby outlet – politely covered their mouths to hide very amused smiles. “Not again…!” David said as he reached into the cargo pouch of his wheelchair to draw out a portable battery recharge unit. “I got it, Ash!” he then called over to the bar, earning him a nod from Ashley before he shifted around to insert the dildo-shaped tool into Dale’s rectum.<br /> <br /> While Grace automatically grabbed the bottle and glass in case the waiter dropped same due to some fault in his motor functions, Dale’s eyes glowed red for a moment. “''Alternative power source recognized'',” he then announced in that same flat voice. “''Continuing routine functions.''” He then blinked before breathing out. “Oh, not again…”<br /> <br /> “How many times has that happened to you, Dale?” David asked, grasping the waiter’s hand.<br /> <br /> Sensing that contact made Dale instantly blush, his internal systems immediately conjuring up potential scenarios where he would get the man who had helped him several times when his battery went low – this wasn’t the first time the retired CSR had come to the waiter’s aid since David began frequenting Café 69 – and offering himself sexually to him. He knew David was bisexual; the man had lived alone for a long time and could be described as “incel” though no one who knew the man personally would ever use such a socially charged term with him. He was clearly a technosexual though with moderate tastes, far more comfortable with AIs than with real people; because of that, many residents of Stepford – he and his brothers here at Café 69 being seven of them – had begun to postulate on ways on getting the man either hired on by the city government or by Dyson Industries itself as a sort of roving troubleshooter when it came to AIs needing organic assistance whenever malfunctions occurred and other AIs weren’t nearby to help. Just like he did tonight.<br /> <br /> “Eight times,” he answered as he sat in David’s wheelchair, reaching over to grasp the organic man’s hand with both his own in assurance. While he could easily allow the man to fondle him without objection by Ashley, Dale knew also that David was a stickler for following the rules in Café 69 when it came to intercourse with customers; such actions were to be paid, even by favoured customers. Hugs and kisses were free, but nothing beyond that. “It’s probably a hardware issue, but I don’t have the programming necessary to do a deep dive on my batteries’ performance levels…”<br /> <br /> “I’ve got that program,” Grace then declared. “Would you mind?”<br /> <br /> Relief crossed the waiter’s face. “Would you, Coach?” he asked in turn, pulling his hair away from his ear in emphasis.<br /> <br /> Smiling, the chestnut-haired gynoid – like Denise, Grace wore glasses for decorative purposes – pressed a finger into the cavity to allow her systems to link with her host’s and learn what was going on. As both AIs’ eyes glowed, David gently patted Dale’s hand to show his concern for his friend; he knew that even when they were in maintenance mode, any Dyson android or gynoid would be able to sense any physical contact and be able to reflect on same when s/he went back to normal operation. Given that every AI in Stepford and elsewhere built by Dyson were constructed on the same intimate companion unit chassis design – David was a little shy towards calling them “sexbots” since the term contained the word “robot” within it; inferring THAT in his eyes seemed an insult to someone like Grace, Denise or the boys at Café 69 – any show of physical closeness was something that even the most stern Citadel guardian unit would positively react to.<br /> <br /> David always felt that it was simply common sense to give such AIs as many positive physical experiences as possible.<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “Well, I’ve got some bad news for you, Dale. Your battery is clearly showing critical signs of wearing down.”<br /> <br /> Dale moaned as he sat back in the wheelchair he had “borrowed” from the man who had named him. “Oh, great. Did you hear that, Ash?” the waiter called out towards the bar, making heads look over.<br /> <br /> “Yes, I did. You’re off duty as of now,” the bartender declared as he came over to join them, accompanied by a pretty android with short-cropped raven hair and blue eyes, looking to be like the typical tomboy even if his current mode of dress indicated he was all man physically. As Dale’s eyes flashed to acknowledge the site supervisor’s declaration – such would free up blocks in his social programming that, were he not having hardware issues with a vital system, would allow him to express his feelings towards David quite passionately – Ashley patted his shoulder in reassurance. “I’ll have Glenn finish the rest of your shift here. Coach, you were going to have Dasha and Tamara go see Mr. McLeod at his home workshop concerning their leg motors, right?” At Grace’s nod, Ashley indicated Dale. “Cheyenne made sure that there’s enough spare time in that appointment so Dale can slip in for a full battery replacement if needed.”<br /> <br /> “Fair enough,” the cheerleading team coach affirmed with another nod. “I better get back to the college and make sure the girls are shut down for the evening. I’ll be here with the girls to pick up Dale tomorrow at eleven o’clock.”<br /> <br /> “Thank you,” Ashley affirmed with a smile.<br /> <br /> Both AIs then came together in a warm hug, enjoying a very passionate kiss for a moment before Grace broke away, winking at David before purring into the bartender’s ear, “I’ll have the other girls come visit you on your day off.”<br /> <br /> Ashley chuckled. “We’re always available to help any brother or sister AI when they need their functions checked.”<br /> <br /> Laughter escaped the others save the still-recharging gynoid that David had rescued earlier that evening. Dale then was helped to his feet by Glenn before the emergency charger in his buttocks was exchanged for one that Ashley always had available when needed. After sharing a hug and kiss good night with David, Dale was off, heading to the stairs leading to the basement level where the recharge stations for all the Café 69 units was kept; such also had a small repair lab with diagnostic bed whenever a field technician was called in from Dyson to give the seven androids working here a detailed examination to ensure no serious malfunction would cause a major incident that hurt people. As Glenn took a seat in the wheelchair while reaching over to grasp David’s hand – of all the androids working here, the brunette always did her best to be as physically intimate with the retired CSR as possible – Denise placed her finger into the still gynoid’s ear to see if she could register anything within the poor girl’s mind. “So, what’s the verdict, Counsellor?” David asked.<br /> <br /> Denise gave him an amused smirk; outside her duties as a presenter on Stepford TV, she was part of the mixed organic/AI group of advisors to the city government on social issues. “Well, her batteries – both her primary and auxiliary units – were drained almost to nothing when you found her, David,” she explained. “Have her name now; she’s Daisy Mae. One of the Citadel ‘Angels’ units; they’re meant to be stealth bodyguards for major investors in Dyson. And…” She then blinked before she pulled her finger away, a look of shocked horror then crossing her face. “Oh, no…!”<br /> <br /> David breathed out as Glenn tensed. “Something happened to her charge, right?” the latter asked.<br /> <br /> A shaky nod answered. Even if any Dyson AI had a special set of housekeeping wetware that allowed them to impose some pretty harsh clamps on their programmed emotional responses, interacting with people like David always made it okay to express one’s emotions in a totally natural way. “He died of a heart attack earlier this evening,” she flatly announced. “She was out shopping for him when the event occurred. She discovered his body, then contacted authorities to have medical aid come assist. Then…” – she then shook her head – “…something happened with the building’s power dynamo; it exploded and caused a massive fire. Daisy Mae helped rescue all the first responders, gave her statement…and then a programmed response in situations like that kicked in to have her return to Stepford.”<br /> <br /> “Conspiracy theorists would go to town on that one,” David mused. “How’s her charge now?”<br /> <br /> “Primary charge 6%, secondary charge 17%,” Denise answered. “She won’t regain any sort of functionality until she’s at 20% primary charge and at least 80% secondary charge. Like the other Citadel units…”<br /> <br /> “She consumes a lot of energy doing things,” he finished for her. “Well, she’s going nowhere fast.”<br /> <br /> “Er…neither are you, Dave.”<br /> <br /> Both gazed on Glenn, who was looking at the control pad for David’s wheelchair. “Right now, you’re only at 35% charge. And this is an old wheelchair you got here. Are you sure you’re going to be able to make it home tonight?”<br /> <br /> David blinked. “Yeah…”<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “And there she stands…”<br /> <br /> David chuckled as he watched Denise and Glenn move to straighten the body of the still-undercharged Daisy Mae, her feet now held in place by a magnetic charging pad, a solid rod now inserted into her anus to allow a more capable static charging system to reflood her on-board batteries with energy. Taking a moment to drink in the beautiful guardian’s wholesome all-American looks – she was dressed in a T-shirt and button jeans designed with a special hatch in the buttocks to allow her to be discretely charged in a public setting – the retired CSR nodded. “Whoever designed this one’s looks had better got a good bonus in their paychecks,” he mused, reaching over to squeeze Daisy Mae’s hand.<br /> <br /> Both Denise and Glenn giggled on hearing him say that. No matter how an AI looked in Stepford, David was always willing to compliment one’s looks even if they wouldn’t come close to passing any sort of beauty standards in the outside world. “You get started, Denise,” the waiter then bade the presenter. “I have to secure the whole building down.”<br /> <br /> “Go ahead.”<br /> <br /> He then walked out of the room as she offered her hand to David, the latter grasping same as he guided his chair over to the nice bed set aside for any visiting technician who needed to overnight here. After shifting himself onto the mattress, David then guided Denise to sit beside him, he then reaching up to slip her glasses off. Immediately, she leaned against him, allowing him to wrap an arm around her. “And tonight, I get to be a proper Stepford wife,” she admitted.<br /> <br /> He touched her chin, tilting her head over so they could kiss. “I still can’t believe all the people moving to live here passed a beautiful woman like you over,” David noted as he reached up to the top button of her button shirt to undo same. As Denise preened at that compliment – even if all Stepford AIs were programmed to never express any sort of jealousy when it came to organics choosing one of their number over another – he tenderly kissed her forehead, allowing his fingers to swirl over her expose skin to entice her epidermal sensors to increase their sensitivity. “Do you get any sex at all?”<br /> <br /> “Only with my coworkers when the techs test our systems,” she deeply breathed in, internal programs already triggering to allow her sexual programming to properly initialize. As he undid the next button to expose the top of her considerable cleavage – she had been built with D-cup breasts, which was somewhat standard for gynoids who dealt with any sort of major public relations – her hands started to rub against his crotch to get him excited; given his age and a considerable dearth of potential lovers until he began frequenting Café 69, his own organs needed extra prep time (as she saw it) to perform their own functions to his satisfaction. “And much that I love making out with my coworkers…”<br /> <br /> “You’re built to make someone’s home life much better, just like all the other AIs in this town.”<br /> <br /> “Yes…!” she hissed out as David leaned into kiss the side of her neck.<br /> <br /> That specific situation had always worried the retired CSR as he came to learn about life in this city. With the average ratio of five AIs per one organic, Stepford could easily be converted into the world’s largest brothel had Richard and Dolores Dyson gone that route when it came to turning a sleepy bedroom town into the most advanced technology hub on Earth. And while it was smart to ensure all the AIs had the option to be “sexbots” when required – David was more than sure that even the sleeping Daisy Mae nearby had sex with her late companion whenever that itch needed to be scratched – the fact that only about one-fifth of the total AI population had confirmed organic companions could potentially cause issues. It wasn’t something that had been depicted in science fiction films like ''The Terminator'' in the past; Dyson Industries and its competitors worldwide were just too smart for that. But people like Denise had needs as well, damn it…!<br /> <br /> Lowering his companion to lay back on the bed, David shifted himself around to complete unbuttoning her shirt, exposing a well-toned body and her lovely mounds protected by a lace bra that barely hid a pair of inviting nipples. As Denise moved to unbutton her slacks to expose she was wearing a matching pair of panties, he started trailing down kisses over her breastbone, taking care not to put too much pressure on the place where her upper circuit hatch could be opened; David had never done anything to damage any of his AI friends when things got THIS intimate and he wasn’t going to start now. “Mm…” he breathed in the lovely and very realistic smell of her body. “Trialling a new perfume…?”<br /> <br /> “Something Demi was given by her husband; she shared it with all of us,” she explained, trying not to croon as the sensation of his tongue on her skin sent jolts of effective warm fire into her pleasure centres.<br /> <br /> “Oh, that slender black girl that started work with the evening news team, right?” he wondered as he moved to pull her pants and panties clear of a very inviting womanhood and nice, slender legs for days.<br /> <br /> She purred as she popped open her bra, exposing a pair of very pert nipples ready to be sucked. “Oh, yes! Her husband’s a meteorologist with the Weather Channel in Hartford! Handsome guy, but he wasn’t attracted to me…!”<br /> <br /> “Oh! Why not?” he asked as he lifted her by the hips to allow her to drape her legs over his shoulders, bringing her crotch close to his own lips. “Even if she’s slenderer than you, I’d rate you both equal in the looks department.”<br /> <br /> “I wasn’t built as a transgender,” she flatly declared.<br /> <br /> He gave her a look before shaking his head. “Well, his loss is my gain!”<br /> <br /> And with that, David buried his face into her opening, making Denise screech in delight as every circuit in her body seemed to light up all at once with the sensations flowing up from her groin…<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> Hearing Denise’s scream of ecstasy echo through the closed door leading into the guest apartment, Glenn could only grin before he jolted as arms reached around his waist, that pulling him back into Morgan’s embrace. “Oh, why didn’t he wait?!” the ponytailed blond android with the sky-blue eyes – he had worked the afternoon shift, spending the evening with Glenn recharging in the basement laboratory – moaned even as the brunette rubbed his butt cheek into the other waiter’s growing erection. Even if they weren’t working now, both androids had slipped on button shirts to cover their chests; previous experience with their beloved guest had taught the people at Café 69 that David was a traditional lover of sorts, wanting to gently undress a bed partner slowly and romantically in lieu of diving in right away to the good stuff.<br /> <br /> As the brunette chuckled while wiggling his buttocks to further arouse his brother unit, Glenn opened the door to see David currently giving the visiting gynoid some passionate cunnilingus, with Denise’s head rocking to and fro. Fortunately, in Glenn’s eyes as he pulled Morgan in after him – the latter gently kicking the door closed behind the two androids – there was no warbling in Denise’s voice indicative that some sort of cognitive malfunction was beginning as her vaginal sensors were overstimulated this way. With a cute meow, the brunette then grabbed his brother’s hand, then swung him around to go to the other side of the bed from where Daisy Mae was standing while recharging. As Morgan did so, Glenn knelt beside the now-moaning presenter, noting her hip musculature was starting to gyrate in pre-orgasm.<br /> <br /> Without invitation, he leaned down to gently take one of her nipples into his mouth, using his lips and tongue to gently roll that element of her body around in a steady rhythm to force other parts of her skin sensors into a sexual overload. Morgan did the same thing with Denise’s other nipple, making the gynoid screech out yet again. “No…! Sensory overload…!” she croaked as she felt David gently bat his nose against her clitoris while his tongue plunged into her opening to lap up with lifelike fluids her body was designed to emit. “Sex…boys, Dave, PLEASE…! I’M the android, not you…!”<br /> <br /> Her voice was cut off as Glenn leaned up to devour her lips with his own. She groaned as his fingers came up to gently flutter over her now erect nipples, the onslaught from both her breasts and her vagina moving to overload all her cognitive functions. “I’m so sorry, Denise,” he then declared after pulling away to allow Morgan to kiss her. “But Master insists that we humble AIs are pleasured as much as he is whenever we have intercourse. I simply CANNOT defy that command!”<br /> <br /> Denise moaned as Morgan pulled his face away from hers to tenderly kiss the side of her neck. “‘M-m-Master’…?” she croaked before staring hopefully at David. “You’re their master?! You helped salvage them?!”<br /> <br /> He pulled away from her nexus. “What…?”<br /> <br /> The former CSR then awked as the gynoid newscast presenter bolted up, knocking Glenn and Morgan aside as she snared David by the shoulders, moving to shove him up so she could embrace him. He tried not to hiss; even if he could barely walk due to his disability, he still had feelings in his legs, and they didn’t care to be bent THAT way. Before he could cry out, Denise grabbed him in a tight embrace, then expertly flipped him around – the bed was large enough for multiple people, fortunately – to land him gently on his back. Before he could say anything – there didn’t seem any sort of malice in the gynoid’s actions, only a growing desperation…but for WHAT?! – she immediately moved to unbutton his jeans to get at his growing manhood. As the two androids to either side of him now paused while wondering what to do – what had happened to make Denise so aggressive this way?! – she growled in relief as his love machine emerged.<br /> <br /> “Stepford wife…now I’ll be a REAL Stepford wife…!”<br /> <br /> David then yelped as she took in that inflating mass of muscle and skin into her mouth, the inner muscles of her own oral cavity – including her tongue – stimulating his own organ into overdrive in the proverbial blink of an eye.<br /> <br /> Seconds later, he felt his groin explode right into her throat!<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “David? Hey! Yawl okay?”<br /> <br /> A moan escaped David as his eyes fluttered open, finding himself gazing up at the ceiling of the guest room at Café 69, a place he had been to several times since he started frequenting the android-run night club, normally when his motorized wheelchair was low on charge and his returning to his apartment outside town would be problematic. As a slight ache from his groin made him immediately remember what happened with Denise – had he simply passed out from her giving him a blow job like that?! – before the smell of freshly-brewed coffee then made him look left…<br /> <br /> “‘Morning,” a smiling Daisy Mae said as she held up a steaming cup of brew for him.<br /> <br /> Noting that, he grunted as he swung himself around to sit up on the bed, immediately taking the offered cup before setting it aside on the nightstand. The guardian gynoid then yelped in surprise as he reached over to draw her into a warm embrace, though she didn’t fight such an action. “Nice to see you back on your feet, Daisy Mae,” he said as he directly looked at her blue eyes, then he leaned up to tenderly kiss her forehead. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”<br /> <br /> Hearing that, she lightly smiled, her eyes tearing at such a show of sympathy. “Ah should bay thankin' yawl fahwar gittin' may hare after mah batteries ran down,” she declared in a voice with a VERY strong southern American accent. Fortunately, it wasn’t too thick for David to NOT be able to interpret same. “Who knows whut could've happened tuh liddel ode may hif sum varmit salvager got hold uh may wheyun Ah couldn't protect mahsef,” she added as she moved to sit beside him on the bed, reaching over to warmly embrace him. “Yore mah hero, David.”<br /> <br /> With that, she leaned up to warmly kiss him on the lips. He gladly allowed his tongue to probe into her inviting mouth to explore the inside of her own, making her croon with delight; yes, even the regular Citadel guardian units that monitored Stepford’s city limits and other vital locations had been programmed with sexual intercourse even if they had been built with exposed mechanics for the arms and legs. After a minute or so, both then pulled apart. “Wayul, shucks, ma'am!” he said with the same accent. “Ah monly did whut no decent fellow would hav done fahwar uh purdy lady in distress.”<br /> <br /> Both gazed into the other’s eyes, then laughed before Daisy Mae pulled away from him to allow him to reach for his coffee. “Glenn’s gone to your apartment to get your recharge battery and cables,” she then reported, dropping her accent. “Morgan’s got Denise on one of the recharge pods downstairs. After what happened this morning…”<br /> <br /> He sipped the brew. “What made her get so intense like that? Something made her pretty desperate for sex.”<br /> <br /> She hummed. “According to Glenn, you were Denise’s first organic lover.”<br /> <br /> That made David blink. “So…?”<br /> <br /> Daisy Mae gave him a sympathetic look. “And she didn’t have any loyalty lock system active inside her.”<br /> <br /> His jaw dropped on hearing that. “Oh, hell…!”<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “If it’s anything, David, I am SO sorry that happened to you.”<br /> <br /> The retired CSR held up his hand. “Please, Mrs. Dyson, there’s no need to apologize for that,” he confessed before sipping more coffee. He was now seated in the main lounge of Café 69, the early morning crowd already coming in. Of course, the presence of one of the two people who MADE Stepford what it was today was a surprise to some of the organics who frequented this location, though they kept comments to themselves while they enjoyed the wonderful breakfast fare that had been prepared by the android staff. “Soon as Daisy Mae told me about that, it didn’t take me too long to realize that someone didn’t think the security protocols through when it came to AIs operating beyond their normal work locations.”<br /> <br /> Dolores Dyson smiled as she sipped her own morning tea. “Still, much that we’re looking for more organics to move into town for our units to bond with, it shouldn’t have been forced like that. You will be compensated, of course.”<br /> <br /> “I can’t live with Denise at my current residence.”<br /> <br /> “Would you be willing to move here full-time?”<br /> <br /> A ready nod answered the human-turned-gynoid business executive and heiress to the knowledge of literal mental energy transference, such having been perfected years before by Dolores’ mother Dr. Elaine Dyson. “Without hesitation, but I doubt the state government would still pay for my disability insurance if I’m living in Stepford itself.”<br /> <br /> She made a dismissive wave of her hand. “Easily taken care of. The boys here have been worried about you since you started frequently visiting this location. Like Denise, they don’t have a security loyalty lock system active in their bodies, but since they live here full-time, it’s never been an issue since the building was built with wireless security blocking systems to prevent such theft.” As David nodded on considering that – he often asked Ashley and his brothers about the lack of any sort of organic oversight over Café 69, something none of the seven android femboys working here had an answer to – Dolores added, “We’re investigating this now; someone DID finance the café’s creation, so they would logically have the responsibility to ensure the boys’ safety, especially since they often travel to your current residence whenever you’ve wanted guests over or needed help with groceries, to say anything of your wheelchair battery.”<br /> <br /> “This ‘salvage’ thing Denise talked about last night, you mean.”<br /> <br /> “Yes. And yes, that risks some competitor or some other idiot moving to make off with someone when we wouldn’t want it. But you’ve proven yourself since you started visiting our little city,” Dolores said as she reached over to grasp both his hands with both of hers. It wasn’t a sexual manoeuvre, of course; even if she and her husband were humans-turned-AIs, they were passionately loyal to each other. “So, let’s talk about how much you’ll get paid…”<br /> <br /> '''''To Be Continued…?!'''''<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> '''WRITER'S NOTES'''<br /> <br /> This is a fanfic story of Uncom's &quot;Life in Stepford&quot; 3D comic series appearing both here and on Pixiv. As for those people specifically mentioned here:<br /> <br /> The androids of '''Café 69''' first appeared here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/115713477 Café 69 - Femboybots]. The names I give the androids depicted here are as follows:<br /> <br /> Bartender: '''Ashley'''<br /> 1st Waiter (panel 2): '''Riley'''<br /> 2nd Waiter (panel 3): '''Drew'''<br /> 3rd Waiter (panel 11, left): '''Hollis'''<br /> 4th Waiter (panel 11, centre): '''Kendall'''<br /> 5th Waiter (panel 11, right): '''Morgan'''<br /> 6th Waiter (panel 12): '''Glenn'''<br /> <br /> '''Denise''' hails from this story: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/114326203 Life in Stepford - Interview]<br /> <br /> Coach '''Grace''' (and her two charges '''Dasha''' and '''Tamara''') come from here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/114644358 Stepford College - Cheerleaders]<br /> <br /> '''Cheyenne''' appears here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/123673708 Life in Stepford - Documentary Excerpt]<br /> <br /> And the '''Doe''' family appears here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/124640207 Life in Stepford - Perfect Family]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=The_Good_Samaritan&diff=193249 2025-03-21T17:16:14Z

<p>Gorgo: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;big&gt;'''''THE GOOD SAMARITAN'''''&lt;/big&gt;<br /> By Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on characters and situations created by [[Uncom|Uncommonwealth]].<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “Welcome to Café 69…David! What happened?!”<br /> <br /> Perking on hearing that shocked question from the scantily clad, blue-haired waiter who had been standing by at the entrance to the small coffee house/bar located in Stepford’s southern ward, the middle-aged man on the motorized wheelchair visibly winced. “Well, I was making my way down here to spend the evening with my friends when I chanced upon this lovely lady here having collapsed in an alley not far from the security gate,” he confessed, waving to the still feminine form now in his lap and leaning against him. “Girls at the gate don’t have any spare recharge ports…”<br /> <br /> Drew nodded, a genuine smile crossing his face. “So, you came to get help from us. Here, bring her over to the back corner; we’re not busy tonight.” At that moment, his dark eyes glowed a deep crimson.<br /> <br /> Nodding in delight that the beautiful android waiter – one of six assigned to Café 69, along with one android acting as bartender/manager – was contacting his supervisor about the issue, David guided his machine inside the main room. Sure enough, there were few people in the establishment at this time, some of whom were quick to gaze his way, welcoming smiles crossing their faces before they noticed his current “companion”. Immediately, one woman appearing to be in her mid-twenties rose from her table, walking over. “Where did you find her, David?” she asked.<br /> <br /> “In Franklin’s Alley about two blocks from the gate,” he explained as he guided his chair to a private booth at one corner of the room. He then waited for Drew and Denise – the latter was one of the gynoid hosts of the show ''Life in Stepford'' that better explained to the wider world how things in a city with an over 80% AI population operated – to lift the poor girl off his lap before sliding his machine over to slip off the chair onto the bench. “Her barcode…” – here, David pointed to the back of his neck – “…didn’t show up in the system, so I assume she’s some sort of prototype model…”<br /> <br /> Denise immediately scanned the other gynoid’s neck, brushing aside locks of very luscious silver-blonde hair to see what was there. “She’s a stealth Citadel unit,” the brown-haired, bespectacled presenter – of course, as a gynoid herself, Denise didn’t need glasses to correct defective eyesight – then declared. “I’ll have to access the master database to see who she was assigned to so we could determine what happened to her.” With that, she pressed her index finger into the still girl’s head, her pale blue eyes glowing for a moment. “Wow! Her batteries are nearly totally drained…”<br /> <br /> “Have a charge cable here, Denise.”<br /> <br /> That was Ashley, the bartender and effective “den mother” of all the AIs assigned to Café 69. Built to be as realistically effeminate as possible, he was dressed as were the others working here in a string black jockstrap that barely held back a welcoming manhood for whoever took him to bed; he had short-cropped brown hair and blue eyes, a garrison cap-like hat perched on his forehead with the bar’s logo over the left eye. As he handed a twenty-foot rolled-up thick charging cable to Denise – she immediately kneeling under the table to get at the stilled gynoid’s anal cavity to insert same – Ashley stared at David. “You look tired bringing our friend over here to have a date, Dave. You sure you can make it home?”<br /> <br /> David reached over to grasp the bartender’s hand, giving that a reassuring squeeze. “Let me worry about that when this lovely lady is back on her feet, and we get the story out from her. Can I have my usual, please?”<br /> <br /> “Of course…”<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> David always liked the AIs who lived in Stepford.<br /> <br /> A retired customer service representative who had to go on government disability due to various health issues, he had always been fascinated by the concept of androids and gynoids. Of course, being on disability limited any option towards buying one such unit for his own use; even second-hand, a Dyson Stepford AI still ran into the many thousands of dollars and his current place of residence – a community housing project run by the county government that once had Stepford itself as one of its communities until Dyson Industries changed things over the span of a decade – didn’t allow such units to reside there even if they could visit. Since Café 69 was the closest establishment to the boundaries of the effectively-independent city-state from his home, he became a patron of said coffee house/bar, making friends with all the staff.<br /> <br /> Of course, David’s way of making “friends” with a septet of very sexy androids looking to be as if they should be in college was quite unique…<br /> <br /> …especially when he discovered that the people who organized this place didn’t bother to give all seven boys a simple thing like NAMES so they could be seen as more “human” by customers!<br /> <br /> Fortunately, he was quick to correct that issue, much less get Ashley and his brothers to accept said proposals.<br /> <br /> Doing a simple thing like that soon earned the retired customer service representative the interest of MANY AIs in the city.<br /> <br /> Over the previous half-year he frequented this establishment, he had met a wide gamut of androids and gynoids, not to mention the various organics who were their effective masters/mistresses. From all-AI families such as the Does (“father” John, “mother” Jane and “grandmother” Joyce all working for various departments in the city government, while “son” Jonas and “daughter” Janette attended Stepford College, both to learn things at the same pace that normal humans did as well as be sexual companions for the organic students) to the “wives” and “daughters” of those who invested heavily in every industry supporting the city-state and all that worked into it and those units (Denise being one) who were programmed to present as much a feeling of “normalcy” as possible in this virtual technosexual’s paradise made real…<br /> <br /> Speaking of which…<br /> <br /> “Good evening, David,” a voice called out, making David turn as Grace – she was the gynoid in charge of the college’s cheerleading team – came over to join them. “Being the good Samaritan again, aren’t you…?”<br /> <br /> David blinked as Dale came up with a bottle of diet coke and an ice-filled glass. Just as the azure-haired android moved to serve same, his body then froze up, an audible ''beep!'' then escaping him. “''Warning. Battery power at 5%. Entering low power mode'',” he then announced, his voice completely free of any natural human inflexion.<br /> <br /> A moan escaped the man as Grace and Denise – the latter of which had just come over from plugging the recharge cable into a nearby outlet – politely covered their mouths to hide very amused smiles. “Not again…!” David said as he reached into the cargo pouch of his wheelchair to draw out a portable battery recharge unit. “I got it, Ash!” he then called over to the bar, earning him a nod from Ashley before he shifted around to insert the dildo-shaped tool into Dale’s rectum.<br /> <br /> While Grace automatically grabbed the bottle and glass in case the waiter dropped same due to some fault in his motor functions, Dale’s eyes glowed red for a moment. “''Alternative power source recognized'',” he then announced in that same flat voice. “''Continuing routine functions.''” He then blinked before breathing out. “Oh, not again…”<br /> <br /> “How many times has that happened to you, Dale?” David asked, grasping the waiter’s hand.<br /> <br /> Sensing that contact made Dale instantly blush, his internal systems immediately conjuring up potential scenarios where he would get the man who had helped him several times when his battery went low – this wasn’t the first time the retired CSR had come to the waiter’s aid since David began frequenting Café 69 – and offering himself sexually to him. He knew David was bisexual; the man had lived alone for a long time and could be described as “incel” though no one who knew the man personally would ever use such a socially charged term with him. He was clearly a technosexual though with moderate tastes, far more comfortable with AIs than with real people; because of that, many residents of Stepford – he and his brothers here at Café 69 being seven of them – had begun to postulate on ways on getting the man either hired on by the city government or by Dyson Industries itself as a sort of roving troubleshooter when it came to AIs needing organic assistance whenever malfunctions occurred and other AIs weren’t nearby to help. Just like he did tonight.<br /> <br /> “Eight times,” he answered as he sat in David’s wheelchair, reaching over to grasp the organic man’s hand with both his own in assurance. While he could easily allow the man to fondle him without objection by Ashley, Dale knew also that David was a stickler for following the rules in Café 69 when it came to intercourse with customers; such actions were to be paid, even by favoured customers. Hugs and kisses were free, but nothing beyond that. “It’s probably a hardware issue, but I don’t have the programming necessary to do a deep dive on my batteries’ performance levels…”<br /> <br /> “I’ve got that program,” Grace then declared. “Would you mind?”<br /> <br /> Relief crossed the waiter’s face. “Would you, Coach?” he asked in turn, pulling his hair away from his ear in emphasis.<br /> <br /> Smiling, the chestnut-haired gynoid – like Denise, Grace wore glasses for decorative purposes – pressed a finger into the cavity to allow her systems to link with her host’s and learn what was going on. As both AIs’ eyes glowed, David gently patted Dale’s hand to show his concern for his friend; he knew that even when they were in maintenance mode, any Dyson android or gynoid would be able to sense any physical contact and be able to reflect on same when s/he went back to normal operation. Given that every AI in Stepford and elsewhere built by Dyson were constructed on the same intimate companion unit chassis design – David was a little shy towards calling them “sexbots” since the term contained the word “robot” within it; inferring THAT in his eyes seemed an insult to someone like Grace, Denise or the boys at Café 69 – any show of physical closeness was something that even the most stern Citadel guardian unit would positively react to.<br /> <br /> David always felt that it was simply common sense to give such AIs as many positive physical experiences as possible.<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “Well, I’ve got some bad news for you, Dale. Your battery is clearly showing critical signs of wearing down.”<br /> <br /> Dale moaned as he sat back in the wheelchair he had “borrowed” from the man who had named him. “Oh, great. Did you hear that, Ash?” the waiter called out towards the bar, making heads look over.<br /> <br /> “Yes, I did. You’re off duty as of now,” the bartender declared as he came over to join them, accompanied by a pretty android with short-cropped raven hair and blue eyes, looking to be like the typical tomboy even if his current mode of dress indicated he was all man physically. As Dale’s eyes flashed to acknowledge the site supervisor’s declaration – such would free up blocks in his social programming that, were he not having hardware issues with a vital system, would allow him to express his feelings towards David quite passionately – Ashley patted his shoulder in reassurance. “I’ll have Glenn finish the rest of your shift here. Coach, you were going to have Dasha and Tamara go see Mr. McLeod at his home workshop concerning their leg motors, right?” At Grace’s nod, Ashley indicated Dale. “Cheyenne made sure that there’s enough spare time in that appointment so Dale can slip in for a full battery replacement if needed.”<br /> <br /> “Fair enough,” the cheerleading team coach affirmed with another nod. “I better get back to the college and make sure the girls are shut down for the evening. I’ll be here with the girls to pick up Dale tomorrow at eleven o’clock.”<br /> <br /> “Thank you,” Ashley affirmed with a smile.<br /> <br /> Both AIs then came together in a warm hug, enjoying a very passionate kiss for a moment before Grace broke away, winking at David before purring into the bartender’s ear, “I’ll have the other girls come visit you on your day off.”<br /> <br /> Ashley chuckled. “We’re always available to help any brother or sister AI when they need their functions checked.”<br /> <br /> Laughter escaped the others save the still-recharging gynoid that David had rescued earlier that evening. Dale then was helped to his feet by Glenn before the emergency charger in his buttocks was exchanged for one that Ashley always had available when needed. After sharing a hug and kiss good night with David, Dale was off, heading to the stairs leading to the basement level where the recharge stations for all the Café 69 units was kept; such also had a small repair lab with diagnostic bed whenever a field technician was called in from Dyson to give the seven androids working here a detailed examination to ensure no serious malfunction would cause a major incident that hurt people. As Glenn took a seat in the wheelchair while reaching over to grasp David’s hand – of all the androids working here, the brunette always did her best to be as physically intimate with the retired CSR as possible – Denise placed her finger into the still gynoid’s ear to see if she could register anything within the poor girl’s mind. “So, what’s the verdict, Counsellor?” David asked.<br /> <br /> Denise gave him an amused smirk; outside her duties as a presenter on Stepford TV, she was part of the mixed organic/AI group of advisors to the city government on social issues. “Well, her batteries – both her primary and auxiliary units – were drained almost to nothing when you found her, David,” she explained. “Have her name now; she’s Daisy Mae. One of the Citadel ‘Angels’ units; they’re meant to be stealth bodyguards for major investors in Dyson. And…” She then blinked before she pulled her finger away, a look of shocked horror then crossing her face. “Oh, no…!”<br /> <br /> David breathed out as Glenn tensed. “Something happened to her charge, right?” the latter asked.<br /> <br /> A shaky nod answered. Even if any Dyson AI had a special set of housekeeping wetware that allowed them to impose some pretty harsh clamps on their programmed emotional responses, interacting with people like David always made it okay to express one’s emotions in a totally natural way. “He died of a heart attack earlier this evening,” she flatly announced. “She was out shopping for him when the event occurred. She discovered his body, then contacted authorities to have medical aid come assist. Then…” – she then shook her head – “…something happened with the building’s power dynamo; it exploded and caused a massive fire. Daisy Mae helped rescue all the first responders, gave her statement…and then a programmed response in situations like that kicked in to have her return to Stepford.”<br /> <br /> “Conspiracy theorists would go to town on that one,” David mused. “How’s her charge now?”<br /> <br /> “Primary charge 6%, secondary charge 17%,” Denise answered. “She won’t regain any sort of functionality until she’s at 20% primary charge and at least 80% secondary charge. Like the other Citadel units…”<br /> <br /> “She consumes a lot of energy doing things,” he finished for her. “Well, she’s going nowhere fast.”<br /> <br /> “Er…neither are you, Dave.”<br /> <br /> Both gazed on Glenn, who was looking at the control pad for David’s wheelchair. “Right now, you’re only at 35% charge. And this is an old wheelchair you got here. Are you sure you’re going to be able to make it home tonight?”<br /> <br /> David blinked. “Yeah…”<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “And there she stands…”<br /> <br /> David chuckled as he watched Denise and Glenn move to straighten the body of the still-undercharged Daisy Mae, her feet now held in place by a magnetic charging pad, a solid rod now inserted into her anus to allow a more capable static charging system to reflood her on-board batteries with energy. Taking a moment to drink in the beautiful guardian’s wholesome all-American looks – she was dressed in a T-shirt and button jeans designed with a special hatch in the buttocks to allow her to be discretely charged in a public setting – the retired CSR nodded. “Whoever designed this one’s looks had better got a good bonus in their paychecks,” he mused, reaching over to squeeze Daisy Mae’s hand.<br /> <br /> Both Denise and Glenn giggled on hearing him say that. No matter how an AI looked in Stepford, David was always willing to compliment one’s looks even if they wouldn’t come close to passing any sort of beauty standards in the outside world. “You get started, Denise,” the waiter then bade the presenter. “I have to secure the whole building down.”<br /> <br /> “Go ahead.”<br /> <br /> He then walked out of the room as she offered her hand to David, the latter grasping same as he guided his chair over to the nice bed set aside for any visiting technician who needed to overnight here. After shifting himself onto the mattress, David then guided Denise to sit beside him, he then reaching up to slip her glasses off. Immediately, she leaned against him, allowing him to wrap an arm around her. “And tonight, I get to be a proper Stepford wife,” she admitted.<br /> <br /> He touched her chin, tilting her head over so they could kiss. “I still can’t believe all the people moving to live here passed a beautiful woman like you over,” David noted as he reached up to the top button of her button shirt to undo same. As Denise preened at that compliment – even if all Stepford AIs were programmed to never express any sort of jealousy when it came to organics choosing one of their number over another – he tenderly kissed her forehead, allowing his fingers to swirl over her expose skin to entice her epidermal sensors to increase their sensitivity. “Do you get any sex at all?”<br /> <br /> “Only with my coworkers when the techs test our systems,” she deeply breathed in, internal programs already triggering to allow her sexual programming to properly initialize. As he undid the next button to expose the top of her considerable cleavage – she had been built with D-cup breasts, which was somewhat standard for gynoids who dealt with any sort of major public relations – her hands started to rub against his crotch to get him excited; given his age and a considerable dearth of potential lovers until he began frequenting Café 69, his own organs needed extra prep time (as she saw it) to perform their own functions to his satisfaction. “And much that I love making out with my coworkers…”<br /> <br /> “You’re built to make someone’s home life much better, just like all the other AIs in this town.”<br /> <br /> “Yes…!” she hissed out as David leaned into kiss the side of her neck.<br /> <br /> That specific situation had always worried the retired CSR as he came to learn about life in this city. With the average ratio of five AIs per one organic, Stepford could easily be converted into the world’s largest brothel had Richard and Dolores Dyson gone that route when it came to turning a sleepy bedroom town into the most advanced technology hub on Earth. And while it was smart to ensure all the AIs had the option to be “sexbots” when required – David was more than sure that even the sleeping Daisy Mae nearby had sex with her late companion whenever that itch needed to be scratched – the fact that only about one-fifth of the total AI population had confirmed organic companions could potentially cause issues. It wasn’t something that had been depicted in science fiction films like ''The Terminator'' in the past; Dyson Industries and its competitors worldwide were just too smart for that. But people like Denise had needs as well, damn it…!<br /> <br /> Lowering his companion to lay back on the bed, David shifted himself around to complete unbuttoning her shirt, exposing a well-toned body and her lovely mounds protected by a lace bra that barely hid a pair of inviting nipples. As Denise moved to unbutton her slacks to expose she was wearing a matching pair of panties, he started trailing down kisses over her breastbone, taking care not to put too much pressure on the place where her upper circuit hatch could be opened; David had never done anything to damage any of his AI friends when things got THIS intimate and he wasn’t going to start now. “Mm…” he breathed in the lovely and very realistic smell of her body. “Trialling a new perfume…?”<br /> <br /> “Something Demi was given by her husband; she shared it with all of us,” she explained, trying not to croon as the sensation of his tongue on her skin sent jolts of effective warm fire into her pleasure centres.<br /> <br /> “Oh, that slender black girl that started work with the evening news team, right?” he wondered as he moved to pull her pants and panties clear of a very inviting womanhood and nice, slender legs for days.<br /> <br /> She purred as she popped open her bra, exposing a pair of very pert nipples ready to be sucked. “Oh, yes! Her husband’s a meteorologist with the Weather Channel in Hartford! Handsome guy, but he wasn’t attracted to me…!”<br /> <br /> “Oh! Why not?” he asked as he lifted her by the hips to allow her to drape her legs over his shoulders, bringing her crotch close to his own lips. “Even if she’s slenderer than you, I’d rate you both equal in the looks department.”<br /> <br /> “I wasn’t built as a transgender,” she flatly declared.<br /> <br /> He gave her a look before shaking his head. “Well, his loss is my gain!”<br /> <br /> And with that, David buried his face into her opening, making Denise screech in delight as every circuit in her body seemed to light up all at once with the sensations flowing up from her groin…<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> Hearing Denise’s scream of ecstasy echo through the closed door leading into the guest apartment, Glenn could only grin before he jolted as arms reached around his waist, that pulling him back into Morgan’s embrace. “Oh, why didn’t he wait?!” the ponytailed blond android with the sky-blue eyes – he had worked the afternoon shift, spending the evening with Glenn recharging in the basement laboratory – moaned even as the brunette rubbed his butt cheek into the other waiter’s growing erection. Even if they weren’t working now, both androids had slipped on button shirts to cover their chests; previous experience with their beloved guest had taught the people at Café 69 that David was a traditional lover of sorts, wanting to gently undress a bed partner slowly and romantically in lieu of diving in right away to the good stuff.<br /> <br /> As the brunette chuckled while wiggling his buttocks to further arouse his brother unit, Glenn opened the door to see David currently giving the visiting gynoid some passionate cunnilingus, with Denise’s head rocking to and fro. Fortunately, in Glenn’s eyes as he pulled Morgan in after him – the latter gently kicking the door closed behind the two androids – there was no warbling in Denise’s voice indicative that some sort of cognitive malfunction was beginning as her vaginal sensors were overstimulated this way. With a cute meow, the brunette then grabbed his brother’s hand, then swung him around to go to the other side of the bed from where Daisy Mae was standing while recharging. As Morgan did so, Glenn knelt beside the now-moaning presenter, noting her hip musculature was starting to gyrate in pre-orgasm.<br /> <br /> Without invitation, he leaned down to gently take one of her nipples into his mouth, using his lips and tongue to gently roll that element of her body around in a steady rhythm to force other parts of her skin sensors into a sexual overload. Morgan did the same thing with Denise’s other nipple, making the gynoid screech out yet again. “No…! Sensory overload…!” she croaked as she felt David gently bat his nose against her clitoris while his tongue plunged into her opening to lap up with lifelike fluids her body was designed to emit. “Sex…boys, Dave, PLEASE…! I’M the android, not you…!”<br /> <br /> Her voice was cut off as Glenn leaned up to devour her lips with his own. She groaned as his fingers came up to gently flutter over her now erect nipples, the onslaught from both her breasts and her vagina moving to overload all her cognitive functions. “I’m so sorry, Denise,” he then declared after pulling away to allow Morgan to kiss her. “But Master insists that we humble AIs are pleasured as much as he is whenever we have intercourse. I simply CANNOT defy that command!”<br /> <br /> Denise moaned as Morgan pulled his face away from hers to tenderly kiss the side of her neck. “‘M-m-Master’…?” she croaked before staring hopefully at David. “You’re their master?! You helped salvage them?!”<br /> <br /> He pulled away from her nexus. “What…?”<br /> <br /> The former CSR then awked as the gynoid newscast presenter bolted up, knocking Glenn and Morgan aside as she snared David by the shoulders, moving to shove him up so she could embrace him. He tried not to hiss; even if he could barely walk due to his disability, he still had feelings in his legs, and they didn’t care to be bent THAT way. Before he could cry out, Denise grabbed him in a tight embrace, then expertly flipped him around – the bed was large enough for multiple people, fortunately – to land him gently on his back. Before he could say anything – there didn’t seem any sort of malice in the gynoid’s actions, only a growing desperation…but for WHAT?! – she immediately moved to unbutton his jeans to get at his growing manhood. As the two androids to either side of him now paused while wondering what to do – what had happened to make Denise so aggressive this way?! – she growled in relief as his love machine emerged.<br /> <br /> “Stepford wife…now I’ll be a REAL Stepford wife…!”<br /> <br /> David then yelped as she took in that inflating mass of muscle and skin into her mouth, the inner muscles of her own oral cavity – including her tongue – stimulating his own organ into overdrive in the proverbial blink of an eye.<br /> <br /> Seconds later, he felt his groin explode right into her throat!<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “David? Hey! Yawl okay?”<br /> <br /> A moan escaped David as his eyes fluttered open, finding himself gazing up at the ceiling of the guest room at Café 69, a place he had been to several times since he started frequenting the android-run night club, normally when his motorized wheelchair was low on charge and his returning to his apartment outside town would be problematic. As a slight ache from his groin made him immediately remember what happened with Denise – had he simply passed out from her giving him a blow job like that?! – before the smell of freshly-brewed coffee then made him look left…<br /> <br /> “‘Morning,” a smiling Daisy Mae said as she held up a steaming cup of brew for him.<br /> <br /> Noting that, he grunted as he swung himself around to sit up on the bed, immediately taking the offered cup before setting it aside on the nightstand. The guardian gynoid then yelped in surprise as he reached over to draw her into a warm embrace, though she didn’t fight such an action. “Nice to see you back on your feet, Daisy Mae,” he said as he directly looked at her blue eyes, then he leaned up to tenderly kiss her forehead. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”<br /> <br /> Hearing that, she lightly smiled, her eyes tearing at such a show of sympathy. “Ah should bay thankin' yawl fahwar gittin' may hare after mah batteries ran down,” she declared in a voice with a VERY strong southern American accent. Fortunately, it wasn’t too thick for David to NOT be able to interpret same. “Who knows whut could've happened tuh liddel ode may hif sum varmit salvager got hold uh may wheyun Ah couldn't protect mahsef,” she added as she moved to sit beside him on the bed, reaching over to warmly embrace him. “Yore mah hero, David.”<br /> <br /> With that, she leaned up to warmly kiss him on the lips. He gladly allowed his tongue to probe into her inviting mouth to explore the inside of her own, making her croon with delight; yes, even the regular Citadel guardian units that monitored Stepford’s city limits and other vital locations had been programmed with sexual intercourse even if they had been built with exposed mechanics for the arms and legs. After a minute or so, both then pulled apart. “Wayul, shucks, ma'am!” he said with the same accent. “Ah monly did whut no decent fellow would hav done fahwar uh purdy lady in distress.”<br /> <br /> Both gazed into the other’s eyes, then laughed before Daisy Mae pulled away from him to allow him to reach for his coffee. “Glenn’s gone to your apartment to get your recharge battery and cables,” she then reported, dropping her accent. “Morgan’s got Denise on one of the recharge pods downstairs. After what happened this morning…”<br /> <br /> He sipped the brew. “What made her get so intense like that? Something made her pretty desperate for sex.”<br /> <br /> She hummed. “According to Glenn, you were Denise’s first organic lover.”<br /> <br /> That made David blink. “So…?”<br /> <br /> Daisy Mae gave him a sympathetic look. “And she didn’t have any loyalty lock system active inside her.”<br /> <br /> His jaw dropped on hearing that. “Oh, hell…!”<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “If it’s anything, David, I am SO sorry that happened to you.”<br /> <br /> The retired CSR held up his hand. “Please, Mrs. Dyson, there’s no need to apologize for that,” he confessed before sipping more coffee. He was now seated in the main lounge of Café 69, the early morning crowd already coming in. Of course, the presence of one of the two people who MADE Stepford what it was today was a surprise to some of the organics who frequented this location, though they kept comments to themselves while they enjoyed the wonderful breakfast fare that had been prepared by the android staff. “Soon as Daisy Mae told me about that, it didn’t take me too long to realize that someone didn’t think the security protocols through when it came to AIs operating beyond their normal work locations.”<br /> <br /> Dolores Dyson smiled as she sipped her own morning tea. “Still, much that we’re looking for more organics to move into town for our units to bond with, it shouldn’t have been forced like that. You will be compensated, of course.”<br /> <br /> “I can’t live with Denise at my current residence.”<br /> <br /> “Would you be willing to move here full-time?”<br /> <br /> A ready nod answered the human-turned-gynoid business executive and heiress to the knowledge of literal mental energy transference, such having been perfected years before by Dolores’ mother Dr. Elaine Dyson. “Without hesitation, but I doubt the state government would still pay for my disability insurance if I’m living in Stepford itself.”<br /> <br /> She made a dismissive wave of her hand. “Easily taken care of. The boys here have been worried about you since you started frequently visiting this location. Like Denise, they don’t have a security loyalty lock system active in their bodies, but since they live here full-time, it’s never been an issue since the building was built with wireless security blocking systems to prevent such theft.” As David nodded on considering that – he often asked Ashley and his brothers about the lack of any sort of organic oversight over Café 69, something none of the seven android femboys working here had an answer to – Dolores added, “We’re investigating this now; someone DID finance the café’s creation, so they would logically have the responsibility to ensure the boys’ safety, especially since they often travel to your current residence whenever you’ve wanted guests over or needed help with groceries, to say anything of your wheelchair battery.”<br /> <br /> “This ‘salvage’ thing Denise talked about last night, you mean.”<br /> <br /> “Yes. And yes, that risks some competitor or some other idiot moving to make off with someone when we wouldn’t want it. But you’ve proven yourself since you started visiting our little city,” Dolores said as she reached over to grasp both his hands with both of hers. It wasn’t a sexual manoeuvre, of course; even if she and her husband were humans-turned-AIs, they were passionately loyal to each other. “So, let’s talk about how much you’ll get paid…”<br /> <br /> '''''To Be Continued…?!'''''<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> '''WRITER'S NOTES'''<br /> <br /> This is a fanfic story of Uncom's &quot;Life in Stepford&quot; 3D comic series appearing both here and on Pixiv. As for those people specifically mentioned here:<br /> <br /> The androids of '''Café 69''' first appeared here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/115713477 Café 69 - Femboybots]. The names I give the androids depicted here are as follows:<br /> <br /> Bartender: '''Ashley'''<br /> 1st Waiter (panel 2): '''Riley'''<br /> 2nd Waiter (panel 3): '''Drew'''<br /> 3rd Waiter (panel 11, left): '''Hollis'''<br /> 4th Waiter (panel 11, centre): '''Kendall'''<br /> 5th Waiter (panel 11, right): '''Morgan'''<br /> 6th Waiter (panel 12): '''Glenn'''<br /> <br /> '''Denise''' hails from this story: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/114326203 Life in Stepford - Interview]<br /> <br /> Coach '''Grace''' (and her two charges '''Dasha''' and '''Tamara''') come from here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/114644358 Stepford College - Cheerleaders]<br /> <br /> '''Cheyenne''' appears here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/123673708 Life in Stepford - Documentary Excerpt]<br /> <br /> And the '''Doe''' family appears here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/124640207 Life in Stepford - Perfect Family]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=The_Good_Samaritan&diff=193248 2025-03-21T17:15:35Z

<p>Gorgo: New story, fanfiction of Uncom&#039;s &quot;Life in Stepford&quot; 3D comic series</p> <hr /> <div>'''''THE GOOD SAMARITAN'''''<br /> By Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on characters and situations created by [[Uncom|Uncommonwealth]].<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “Welcome to Café 69…David! What happened?!”<br /> <br /> Perking on hearing that shocked question from the scantily clad, blue-haired waiter who had been standing by at the entrance to the small coffee house/bar located in Stepford’s southern ward, the middle-aged man on the motorized wheelchair visibly winced. “Well, I was making my way down here to spend the evening with my friends when I chanced upon this lovely lady here having collapsed in an alley not far from the security gate,” he confessed, waving to the still feminine form now in his lap and leaning against him. “Girls at the gate don’t have any spare recharge ports…”<br /> <br /> Drew nodded, a genuine smile crossing his face. “So, you came to get help from us. Here, bring her over to the back corner; we’re not busy tonight.” At that moment, his dark eyes glowed a deep crimson.<br /> <br /> Nodding in delight that the beautiful android waiter – one of six assigned to Café 69, along with one android acting as bartender/manager – was contacting his supervisor about the issue, David guided his machine inside the main room. Sure enough, there were few people in the establishment at this time, some of whom were quick to gaze his way, welcoming smiles crossing their faces before they noticed his current “companion”. Immediately, one woman appearing to be in her mid-twenties rose from her table, walking over. “Where did you find her, David?” she asked.<br /> <br /> “In Franklin’s Alley about two blocks from the gate,” he explained as he guided his chair to a private booth at one corner of the room. He then waited for Drew and Denise – the latter was one of the gynoid hosts of the show ''Life in Stepford'' that better explained to the wider world how things in a city with an over 80% AI population operated – to lift the poor girl off his lap before sliding his machine over to slip off the chair onto the bench. “Her barcode…” – here, David pointed to the back of his neck – “…didn’t show up in the system, so I assume she’s some sort of prototype model…”<br /> <br /> Denise immediately scanned the other gynoid’s neck, brushing aside locks of very luscious silver-blonde hair to see what was there. “She’s a stealth Citadel unit,” the brown-haired, bespectacled presenter – of course, as a gynoid herself, Denise didn’t need glasses to correct defective eyesight – then declared. “I’ll have to access the master database to see who she was assigned to so we could determine what happened to her.” With that, she pressed her index finger into the still girl’s head, her pale blue eyes glowing for a moment. “Wow! Her batteries are nearly totally drained…”<br /> <br /> “Have a charge cable here, Denise.”<br /> <br /> That was Ashley, the bartender and effective “den mother” of all the AIs assigned to Café 69. Built to be as realistically effeminate as possible, he was dressed as were the others working here in a string black jockstrap that barely held back a welcoming manhood for whoever took him to bed; he had short-cropped brown hair and blue eyes, a garrison cap-like hat perched on his forehead with the bar’s logo over the left eye. As he handed a twenty-foot rolled-up thick charging cable to Denise – she immediately kneeling under the table to get at the stilled gynoid’s anal cavity to insert same – Ashley stared at David. “You look tired bringing our friend over here to have a date, Dave. You sure you can make it home?”<br /> <br /> David reached over to grasp the bartender’s hand, giving that a reassuring squeeze. “Let me worry about that when this lovely lady is back on her feet, and we get the story out from her. Can I have my usual, please?”<br /> <br /> “Of course…”<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> David always liked the AIs who lived in Stepford.<br /> <br /> A retired customer service representative who had to go on government disability due to various health issues, he had always been fascinated by the concept of androids and gynoids. Of course, being on disability limited any option towards buying one such unit for his own use; even second-hand, a Dyson Stepford AI still ran into the many thousands of dollars and his current place of residence – a community housing project run by the county government that once had Stepford itself as one of its communities until Dyson Industries changed things over the span of a decade – didn’t allow such units to reside there even if they could visit. Since Café 69 was the closest establishment to the boundaries of the effectively-independent city-state from his home, he became a patron of said coffee house/bar, making friends with all the staff.<br /> <br /> Of course, David’s way of making “friends” with a septet of very sexy androids looking to be as if they should be in college was quite unique…<br /> <br /> …especially when he discovered that the people who organized this place didn’t bother to give all seven boys a simple thing like NAMES so they could be seen as more “human” by customers!<br /> <br /> Fortunately, he was quick to correct that issue, much less get Ashley and his brothers to accept said proposals.<br /> <br /> Doing a simple thing like that soon earned the retired customer service representative the interest of MANY AIs in the city.<br /> <br /> Over the previous half-year he frequented this establishment, he had met a wide gamut of androids and gynoids, not to mention the various organics who were their effective masters/mistresses. From all-AI families such as the Does (“father” John, “mother” Jane and “grandmother” Joyce all working for various departments in the city government, while “son” Jonas and “daughter” Janette attended Stepford College, both to learn things at the same pace that normal humans did as well as be sexual companions for the organic students) to the “wives” and “daughters” of those who invested heavily in every industry supporting the city-state and all that worked into it and those units (Denise being one) who were programmed to present as much a feeling of “normalcy” as possible in this virtual technosexual’s paradise made real…<br /> <br /> Speaking of which…<br /> <br /> “Good evening, David,” a voice called out, making David turn as Grace – she was the gynoid in charge of the college’s cheerleading team – came over to join them. “Being the good Samaritan again, aren’t you…?”<br /> <br /> David blinked as Dale came up with a bottle of diet coke and an ice-filled glass. Just as the azure-haired android moved to serve same, his body then froze up, an audible ''beep!'' then escaping him. “''Warning. Battery power at 5%. Entering low power mode'',” he then announced, his voice completely free of any natural human inflexion.<br /> <br /> A moan escaped the man as Grace and Denise – the latter of which had just come over from plugging the recharge cable into a nearby outlet – politely covered their mouths to hide very amused smiles. “Not again…!” David said as he reached into the cargo pouch of his wheelchair to draw out a portable battery recharge unit. “I got it, Ash!” he then called over to the bar, earning him a nod from Ashley before he shifted around to insert the dildo-shaped tool into Dale’s rectum.<br /> <br /> While Grace automatically grabbed the bottle and glass in case the waiter dropped same due to some fault in his motor functions, Dale’s eyes glowed red for a moment. “''Alternative power source recognized'',” he then announced in that same flat voice. “''Continuing routine functions.''” He then blinked before breathing out. “Oh, not again…”<br /> <br /> “How many times has that happened to you, Dale?” David asked, grasping the waiter’s hand.<br /> <br /> Sensing that contact made Dale instantly blush, his internal systems immediately conjuring up potential scenarios where he would get the man who had helped him several times when his battery went low – this wasn’t the first time the retired CSR had come to the waiter’s aid since David began frequenting Café 69 – and offering himself sexually to him. He knew David was bisexual; the man had lived alone for a long time and could be described as “incel” though no one who knew the man personally would ever use such a socially charged term with him. He was clearly a technosexual though with moderate tastes, far more comfortable with AIs than with real people; because of that, many residents of Stepford – he and his brothers here at Café 69 being seven of them – had begun to postulate on ways on getting the man either hired on by the city government or by Dyson Industries itself as a sort of roving troubleshooter when it came to AIs needing organic assistance whenever malfunctions occurred and other AIs weren’t nearby to help. Just like he did tonight.<br /> <br /> “Eight times,” he answered as he sat in David’s wheelchair, reaching over to grasp the organic man’s hand with both his own in assurance. While he could easily allow the man to fondle him without objection by Ashley, Dale knew also that David was a stickler for following the rules in Café 69 when it came to intercourse with customers; such actions were to be paid, even by favoured customers. Hugs and kisses were free, but nothing beyond that. “It’s probably a hardware issue, but I don’t have the programming necessary to do a deep dive on my batteries’ performance levels…”<br /> <br /> “I’ve got that program,” Grace then declared. “Would you mind?”<br /> <br /> Relief crossed the waiter’s face. “Would you, Coach?” he asked in turn, pulling his hair away from his ear in emphasis.<br /> <br /> Smiling, the chestnut-haired gynoid – like Denise, Grace wore glasses for decorative purposes – pressed a finger into the cavity to allow her systems to link with her host’s and learn what was going on. As both AIs’ eyes glowed, David gently patted Dale’s hand to show his concern for his friend; he knew that even when they were in maintenance mode, any Dyson android or gynoid would be able to sense any physical contact and be able to reflect on same when s/he went back to normal operation. Given that every AI in Stepford and elsewhere built by Dyson were constructed on the same intimate companion unit chassis design – David was a little shy towards calling them “sexbots” since the term contained the word “robot” within it; inferring THAT in his eyes seemed an insult to someone like Grace, Denise or the boys at Café 69 – any show of physical closeness was something that even the most stern Citadel guardian unit would positively react to.<br /> <br /> David always felt that it was simply common sense to give such AIs as many positive physical experiences as possible.<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “Well, I’ve got some bad news for you, Dale. Your battery is clearly showing critical signs of wearing down.”<br /> <br /> Dale moaned as he sat back in the wheelchair he had “borrowed” from the man who had named him. “Oh, great. Did you hear that, Ash?” the waiter called out towards the bar, making heads look over.<br /> <br /> “Yes, I did. You’re off duty as of now,” the bartender declared as he came over to join them, accompanied by a pretty android with short-cropped raven hair and blue eyes, looking to be like the typical tomboy even if his current mode of dress indicated he was all man physically. As Dale’s eyes flashed to acknowledge the site supervisor’s declaration – such would free up blocks in his social programming that, were he not having hardware issues with a vital system, would allow him to express his feelings towards David quite passionately – Ashley patted his shoulder in reassurance. “I’ll have Glenn finish the rest of your shift here. Coach, you were going to have Dasha and Tamara go see Mr. McLeod at his home workshop concerning their leg motors, right?” At Grace’s nod, Ashley indicated Dale. “Cheyenne made sure that there’s enough spare time in that appointment so Dale can slip in for a full battery replacement if needed.”<br /> <br /> “Fair enough,” the cheerleading team coach affirmed with another nod. “I better get back to the college and make sure the girls are shut down for the evening. I’ll be here with the girls to pick up Dale tomorrow at eleven o’clock.”<br /> <br /> “Thank you,” Ashley affirmed with a smile.<br /> <br /> Both AIs then came together in a warm hug, enjoying a very passionate kiss for a moment before Grace broke away, winking at David before purring into the bartender’s ear, “I’ll have the other girls come visit you on your day off.”<br /> <br /> Ashley chuckled. “We’re always available to help any brother or sister AI when they need their functions checked.”<br /> <br /> Laughter escaped the others save the still-recharging gynoid that David had rescued earlier that evening. Dale then was helped to his feet by Glenn before the emergency charger in his buttocks was exchanged for one that Ashley always had available when needed. After sharing a hug and kiss good night with David, Dale was off, heading to the stairs leading to the basement level where the recharge stations for all the Café 69 units was kept; such also had a small repair lab with diagnostic bed whenever a field technician was called in from Dyson to give the seven androids working here a detailed examination to ensure no serious malfunction would cause a major incident that hurt people. As Glenn took a seat in the wheelchair while reaching over to grasp David’s hand – of all the androids working here, the brunette always did her best to be as physically intimate with the retired CSR as possible – Denise placed her finger into the still gynoid’s ear to see if she could register anything within the poor girl’s mind. “So, what’s the verdict, Counsellor?” David asked.<br /> <br /> Denise gave him an amused smirk; outside her duties as a presenter on Stepford TV, she was part of the mixed organic/AI group of advisors to the city government on social issues. “Well, her batteries – both her primary and auxiliary units – were drained almost to nothing when you found her, David,” she explained. “Have her name now; she’s Daisy Mae. One of the Citadel ‘Angels’ units; they’re meant to be stealth bodyguards for major investors in Dyson. And…” She then blinked before she pulled her finger away, a look of shocked horror then crossing her face. “Oh, no…!”<br /> <br /> David breathed out as Glenn tensed. “Something happened to her charge, right?” the latter asked.<br /> <br /> A shaky nod answered. Even if any Dyson AI had a special set of housekeeping wetware that allowed them to impose some pretty harsh clamps on their programmed emotional responses, interacting with people like David always made it okay to express one’s emotions in a totally natural way. “He died of a heart attack earlier this evening,” she flatly announced. “She was out shopping for him when the event occurred. She discovered his body, then contacted authorities to have medical aid come assist. Then…” – she then shook her head – “…something happened with the building’s power dynamo; it exploded and caused a massive fire. Daisy Mae helped rescue all the first responders, gave her statement…and then a programmed response in situations like that kicked in to have her return to Stepford.”<br /> <br /> “Conspiracy theorists would go to town on that one,” David mused. “How’s her charge now?”<br /> <br /> “Primary charge 6%, secondary charge 17%,” Denise answered. “She won’t regain any sort of functionality until she’s at 20% primary charge and at least 80% secondary charge. Like the other Citadel units…”<br /> <br /> “She consumes a lot of energy doing things,” he finished for her. “Well, she’s going nowhere fast.”<br /> <br /> “Er…neither are you, Dave.”<br /> <br /> Both gazed on Glenn, who was looking at the control pad for David’s wheelchair. “Right now, you’re only at 35% charge. And this is an old wheelchair you got here. Are you sure you’re going to be able to make it home tonight?”<br /> <br /> David blinked. “Yeah…”<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “And there she stands…”<br /> <br /> David chuckled as he watched Denise and Glenn move to straighten the body of the still-undercharged Daisy Mae, her feet now held in place by a magnetic charging pad, a solid rod now inserted into her anus to allow a more capable static charging system to reflood her on-board batteries with energy. Taking a moment to drink in the beautiful guardian’s wholesome all-American looks – she was dressed in a T-shirt and button jeans designed with a special hatch in the buttocks to allow her to be discretely charged in a public setting – the retired CSR nodded. “Whoever designed this one’s looks had better got a good bonus in their paychecks,” he mused, reaching over to squeeze Daisy Mae’s hand.<br /> <br /> Both Denise and Glenn giggled on hearing him say that. No matter how an AI looked in Stepford, David was always willing to compliment one’s looks even if they wouldn’t come close to passing any sort of beauty standards in the outside world. “You get started, Denise,” the waiter then bade the presenter. “I have to secure the whole building down.”<br /> <br /> “Go ahead.”<br /> <br /> He then walked out of the room as she offered her hand to David, the latter grasping same as he guided his chair over to the nice bed set aside for any visiting technician who needed to overnight here. After shifting himself onto the mattress, David then guided Denise to sit beside him, he then reaching up to slip her glasses off. Immediately, she leaned against him, allowing him to wrap an arm around her. “And tonight, I get to be a proper Stepford wife,” she admitted.<br /> <br /> He touched her chin, tilting her head over so they could kiss. “I still can’t believe all the people moving to live here passed a beautiful woman like you over,” David noted as he reached up to the top button of her button shirt to undo same. As Denise preened at that compliment – even if all Stepford AIs were programmed to never express any sort of jealousy when it came to organics choosing one of their number over another – he tenderly kissed her forehead, allowing his fingers to swirl over her expose skin to entice her epidermal sensors to increase their sensitivity. “Do you get any sex at all?”<br /> <br /> “Only with my coworkers when the techs test our systems,” she deeply breathed in, internal programs already triggering to allow her sexual programming to properly initialize. As he undid the next button to expose the top of her considerable cleavage – she had been built with D-cup breasts, which was somewhat standard for gynoids who dealt with any sort of major public relations – her hands started to rub against his crotch to get him excited; given his age and a considerable dearth of potential lovers until he began frequenting Café 69, his own organs needed extra prep time (as she saw it) to perform their own functions to his satisfaction. “And much that I love making out with my coworkers…”<br /> <br /> “You’re built to make someone’s home life much better, just like all the other AIs in this town.”<br /> <br /> “Yes…!” she hissed out as David leaned into kiss the side of her neck.<br /> <br /> That specific situation had always worried the retired CSR as he came to learn about life in this city. With the average ratio of five AIs per one organic, Stepford could easily be converted into the world’s largest brothel had Richard and Dolores Dyson gone that route when it came to turning a sleepy bedroom town into the most advanced technology hub on Earth. And while it was smart to ensure all the AIs had the option to be “sexbots” when required – David was more than sure that even the sleeping Daisy Mae nearby had sex with her late companion whenever that itch needed to be scratched – the fact that only about one-fifth of the total AI population had confirmed organic companions could potentially cause issues. It wasn’t something that had been depicted in science fiction films like ''The Terminator'' in the past; Dyson Industries and its competitors worldwide were just too smart for that. But people like Denise had needs as well, damn it…!<br /> <br /> Lowering his companion to lay back on the bed, David shifted himself around to complete unbuttoning her shirt, exposing a well-toned body and her lovely mounds protected by a lace bra that barely hid a pair of inviting nipples. As Denise moved to unbutton her slacks to expose she was wearing a matching pair of panties, he started trailing down kisses over her breastbone, taking care not to put too much pressure on the place where her upper circuit hatch could be opened; David had never done anything to damage any of his AI friends when things got THIS intimate and he wasn’t going to start now. “Mm…” he breathed in the lovely and very realistic smell of her body. “Trialling a new perfume…?”<br /> <br /> “Something Demi was given by her husband; she shared it with all of us,” she explained, trying not to croon as the sensation of his tongue on her skin sent jolts of effective warm fire into her pleasure centres.<br /> <br /> “Oh, that slender black girl that started work with the evening news team, right?” he wondered as he moved to pull her pants and panties clear of a very inviting womanhood and nice, slender legs for days.<br /> <br /> She purred as she popped open her bra, exposing a pair of very pert nipples ready to be sucked. “Oh, yes! Her husband’s a meteorologist with the Weather Channel in Hartford! Handsome guy, but he wasn’t attracted to me…!”<br /> <br /> “Oh! Why not?” he asked as he lifted her by the hips to allow her to drape her legs over his shoulders, bringing her crotch close to his own lips. “Even if she’s slenderer than you, I’d rate you both equal in the looks department.”<br /> <br /> “I wasn’t built as a transgender,” she flatly declared.<br /> <br /> He gave her a look before shaking his head. “Well, his loss is my gain!”<br /> <br /> And with that, David buried his face into her opening, making Denise screech in delight as every circuit in her body seemed to light up all at once with the sensations flowing up from her groin…<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> Hearing Denise’s scream of ecstasy echo through the closed door leading into the guest apartment, Glenn could only grin before he jolted as arms reached around his waist, that pulling him back into Morgan’s embrace. “Oh, why didn’t he wait?!” the ponytailed blond android with the sky-blue eyes – he had worked the afternoon shift, spending the evening with Glenn recharging in the basement laboratory – moaned even as the brunette rubbed his butt cheek into the other waiter’s growing erection. Even if they weren’t working now, both androids had slipped on button shirts to cover their chests; previous experience with their beloved guest had taught the people at Café 69 that David was a traditional lover of sorts, wanting to gently undress a bed partner slowly and romantically in lieu of diving in right away to the good stuff.<br /> <br /> As the brunette chuckled while wiggling his buttocks to further arouse his brother unit, Glenn opened the door to see David currently giving the visiting gynoid some passionate cunnilingus, with Denise’s head rocking to and fro. Fortunately, in Glenn’s eyes as he pulled Morgan in after him – the latter gently kicking the door closed behind the two androids – there was no warbling in Denise’s voice indicative that some sort of cognitive malfunction was beginning as her vaginal sensors were overstimulated this way. With a cute meow, the brunette then grabbed his brother’s hand, then swung him around to go to the other side of the bed from where Daisy Mae was standing while recharging. As Morgan did so, Glenn knelt beside the now-moaning presenter, noting her hip musculature was starting to gyrate in pre-orgasm.<br /> <br /> Without invitation, he leaned down to gently take one of her nipples into his mouth, using his lips and tongue to gently roll that element of her body around in a steady rhythm to force other parts of her skin sensors into a sexual overload. Morgan did the same thing with Denise’s other nipple, making the gynoid screech out yet again. “No…! Sensory overload…!” she croaked as she felt David gently bat his nose against her clitoris while his tongue plunged into her opening to lap up with lifelike fluids her body was designed to emit. “Sex…boys, Dave, PLEASE…! I’M the android, not you…!”<br /> <br /> Her voice was cut off as Glenn leaned up to devour her lips with his own. She groaned as his fingers came up to gently flutter over her now erect nipples, the onslaught from both her breasts and her vagina moving to overload all her cognitive functions. “I’m so sorry, Denise,” he then declared after pulling away to allow Morgan to kiss her. “But Master insists that we humble AIs are pleasured as much as he is whenever we have intercourse. I simply CANNOT defy that command!”<br /> <br /> Denise moaned as Morgan pulled his face away from hers to tenderly kiss the side of her neck. “‘M-m-Master’…?” she croaked before staring hopefully at David. “You’re their master?! You helped salvage them?!”<br /> <br /> He pulled away from her nexus. “What…?”<br /> <br /> The former CSR then awked as the gynoid newscast presenter bolted up, knocking Glenn and Morgan aside as she snared David by the shoulders, moving to shove him up so she could embrace him. He tried not to hiss; even if he could barely walk due to his disability, he still had feelings in his legs, and they didn’t care to be bent THAT way. Before he could cry out, Denise grabbed him in a tight embrace, then expertly flipped him around – the bed was large enough for multiple people, fortunately – to land him gently on his back. Before he could say anything – there didn’t seem any sort of malice in the gynoid’s actions, only a growing desperation…but for WHAT?! – she immediately moved to unbutton his jeans to get at his growing manhood. As the two androids to either side of him now paused while wondering what to do – what had happened to make Denise so aggressive this way?! – she growled in relief as his love machine emerged.<br /> <br /> “Stepford wife…now I’ll be a REAL Stepford wife…!”<br /> <br /> David then yelped as she took in that inflating mass of muscle and skin into her mouth, the inner muscles of her own oral cavity – including her tongue – stimulating his own organ into overdrive in the proverbial blink of an eye.<br /> <br /> Seconds later, he felt his groin explode right into her throat!<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “David? Hey! Yawl okay?”<br /> <br /> A moan escaped David as his eyes fluttered open, finding himself gazing up at the ceiling of the guest room at Café 69, a place he had been to several times since he started frequenting the android-run night club, normally when his motorized wheelchair was low on charge and his returning to his apartment outside town would be problematic. As a slight ache from his groin made him immediately remember what happened with Denise – had he simply passed out from her giving him a blow job like that?! – before the smell of freshly-brewed coffee then made him look left…<br /> <br /> “‘Morning,” a smiling Daisy Mae said as she held up a steaming cup of brew for him.<br /> <br /> Noting that, he grunted as he swung himself around to sit up on the bed, immediately taking the offered cup before setting it aside on the nightstand. The guardian gynoid then yelped in surprise as he reached over to draw her into a warm embrace, though she didn’t fight such an action. “Nice to see you back on your feet, Daisy Mae,” he said as he directly looked at her blue eyes, then he leaned up to tenderly kiss her forehead. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”<br /> <br /> Hearing that, she lightly smiled, her eyes tearing at such a show of sympathy. “Ah should bay thankin' yawl fahwar gittin' may hare after mah batteries ran down,” she declared in a voice with a VERY strong southern American accent. Fortunately, it wasn’t too thick for David to NOT be able to interpret same. “Who knows whut could've happened tuh liddel ode may hif sum varmit salvager got hold uh may wheyun Ah couldn't protect mahsef,” she added as she moved to sit beside him on the bed, reaching over to warmly embrace him. “Yore mah hero, David.”<br /> <br /> With that, she leaned up to warmly kiss him on the lips. He gladly allowed his tongue to probe into her inviting mouth to explore the inside of her own, making her croon with delight; yes, even the regular Citadel guardian units that monitored Stepford’s city limits and other vital locations had been programmed with sexual intercourse even if they had been built with exposed mechanics for the arms and legs. After a minute or so, both then pulled apart. “Wayul, shucks, ma'am!” he said with the same accent. “Ah monly did whut no decent fellow would hav done fahwar uh purdy lady in distress.”<br /> <br /> Both gazed into the other’s eyes, then laughed before Daisy Mae pulled away from him to allow him to reach for his coffee. “Glenn’s gone to your apartment to get your recharge battery and cables,” she then reported, dropping her accent. “Morgan’s got Denise on one of the recharge pods downstairs. After what happened this morning…”<br /> <br /> He sipped the brew. “What made her get so intense like that? Something made her pretty desperate for sex.”<br /> <br /> She hummed. “According to Glenn, you were Denise’s first organic lover.”<br /> <br /> That made David blink. “So…?”<br /> <br /> Daisy Mae gave him a sympathetic look. “And she didn’t have any loyalty lock system active inside her.”<br /> <br /> His jaw dropped on hearing that. “Oh, hell…!”<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> “If it’s anything, David, I am SO sorry that happened to you.”<br /> <br /> The retired CSR held up his hand. “Please, Mrs. Dyson, there’s no need to apologize for that,” he confessed before sipping more coffee. He was now seated in the main lounge of Café 69, the early morning crowd already coming in. Of course, the presence of one of the two people who MADE Stepford what it was today was a surprise to some of the organics who frequented this location, though they kept comments to themselves while they enjoyed the wonderful breakfast fare that had been prepared by the android staff. “Soon as Daisy Mae told me about that, it didn’t take me too long to realize that someone didn’t think the security protocols through when it came to AIs operating beyond their normal work locations.”<br /> <br /> Dolores Dyson smiled as she sipped her own morning tea. “Still, much that we’re looking for more organics to move into town for our units to bond with, it shouldn’t have been forced like that. You will be compensated, of course.”<br /> <br /> “I can’t live with Denise at my current residence.”<br /> <br /> “Would you be willing to move here full-time?”<br /> <br /> A ready nod answered the human-turned-gynoid business executive and heiress to the knowledge of literal mental energy transference, such having been perfected years before by Dolores’ mother Dr. Elaine Dyson. “Without hesitation, but I doubt the state government would still pay for my disability insurance if I’m living in Stepford itself.”<br /> <br /> She made a dismissive wave of her hand. “Easily taken care of. The boys here have been worried about you since you started frequently visiting this location. Like Denise, they don’t have a security loyalty lock system active in their bodies, but since they live here full-time, it’s never been an issue since the building was built with wireless security blocking systems to prevent such theft.” As David nodded on considering that – he often asked Ashley and his brothers about the lack of any sort of organic oversight over Café 69, something none of the seven android femboys working here had an answer to – Dolores added, “We’re investigating this now; someone DID finance the café’s creation, so they would logically have the responsibility to ensure the boys’ safety, especially since they often travel to your current residence whenever you’ve wanted guests over or needed help with groceries, to say anything of your wheelchair battery.”<br /> <br /> “This ‘salvage’ thing Denise talked about last night, you mean.”<br /> <br /> “Yes. And yes, that risks some competitor or some other idiot moving to make off with someone when we wouldn’t want it. But you’ve proven yourself since you started visiting our little city,” Dolores said as she reached over to grasp both his hands with both of hers. It wasn’t a sexual manoeuvre, of course; even if she and her husband were humans-turned-AIs, they were passionately loyal to each other. “So, let’s talk about how much you’ll get paid…”<br /> <br /> '''''To Be Continued…?!'''''<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> '''WRITER'S NOTES'''<br /> <br /> This is a fanfic story of Uncom's &quot;Life in Stepford&quot; 3D comic series appearing both here and on Pixiv. As for those people specifically mentioned here:<br /> <br /> The androids of '''Café 69''' first appeared here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/115713477 Café 69 - Femboybots]. The names I give the androids depicted here are as follows:<br /> <br /> Bartender: '''Ashley'''<br /> 1st Waiter (panel 2): '''Riley'''<br /> 2nd Waiter (panel 3): '''Drew'''<br /> 3rd Waiter (panel 11, left): '''Hollis'''<br /> 4th Waiter (panel 11, centre): '''Kendall'''<br /> 5th Waiter (panel 11, right): '''Morgan'''<br /> 6th Waiter (panel 12): '''Glenn'''<br /> <br /> '''Denise''' hails from this story: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/114326203 Life in Stepford - Interview]<br /> <br /> Coach '''Grace''' (and her two charges '''Dasha''' and '''Tamara''') come from here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/114644358 Stepford College - Cheerleaders]<br /> <br /> '''Cheyenne''' appears here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/123673708 Life in Stepford - Documentary Excerpt]<br /> <br /> And the '''Doe''' family appears here: [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/124640207 Life in Stepford - Perfect Family]</div>

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Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Meeting At Meg's]]<br /> #[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]<br /> #[[Obsolescence]]<br /> #[[Leona]]<br /> #[[A Fembot Adventure]]<br /> #[[Of Rent and Robots]]<br /> #[[Certain Contradictions]]<br /> #[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]<br /> #[[First Date]]<br /> #[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]<br /> #[[The Plaything]]<br /> #[[Too Much of a Good Thing]]<br /> #[[Trixie or Treat]]<br /> #[[Home Trial (AUDIO)]]<br /> #[[Two for the Naughty List]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Universal Remote]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mike and Mary]]<br /> #[[Use Future (Cluster 00)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===<br /> <br /> #[[June]]<br /> #[[Sara 3]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[戦闘機械 綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]<br /> #[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]<br /> #[[Volleybot]]<br /> #[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]<br /> #[[Training lesson]]<br /> #[[Fembot technician]]<br /> #[[Studio]]<br /> #[[Beer girl]]<br /> #[[Meet on bus]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Robot]]<br /> #[[TD Walkman Mall]]<br /> #[[Smashed]]<br /> #[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]<br /> #[[Witch Hazel]]<br /> #[[Chloe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Door To Door]]<br /> #[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dubhdanaidh|Dubhdanaidh]]===<br /> #[[Mairi]]<br /> #[[Lila]]<br /> #[[Marrion-23]]<br /> #[[Naomi]]<br /> #[[Nikki]]<br /> #[[Drinks After Work]]<br /> #[[The Morning After - Candy 1000]]<br /> #[[The Morning After - Noah 990]]<br /> #[[The Morning After - Jenny 3000]]<br /> #[[Rene]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===<br /> <br /> *[[Lina]]<br /> *[[Writing As We Go]]<br /> *[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]<br /> <br /> Season 1:<br /> <br /> #[[Vicki's New Life]]<br /> #[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]<br /> #[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]<br /> #[[Unmade, Unbroken]]<br /> #[[Out of this World]]<br /> #[[ShowStopper]]<br /> #[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]<br /> #[[The Family of Steel]]<br /> #[[Electric Child]]<br /> #[[Toys in the Attic]]<br /> #[[A House Divided]]<br /> #[[Kirsten's Choice]]<br /> #[[Epsilon]]<br /> #[[Cold Blood]]<br /> #[[Lawson's Eleven]]<br /> #[[A Criminal Mind]]<br /> #[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]<br /> #[[Falling Away]]<br /> #[[Valley of the Damned]]<br /> <br /> Season 2:<br /> <br /> #[[Mr. Roboto]]<br /> #[[Only Human]]<br /> #[[Beast]]<br /> #[[Dragon]]<br /> #[[Broken]]<br /> #[[King Nothing]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Automated Seduction]]<br /> #[[Reunion]]<br /> #[[$tacks Casino]]<br /> #[[The Neoprene Demon]]<br /> #[[K1MB3RLY_M84U]]<br /> #[[N4T4L1A_M84U]]<br /> #[[T3SS4_M84U]]<br /> #[[Soviet Doll]]<br /> #[[Administrative Assistant]]<br /> #[[How To Transform Your Partner]]<br /> #[[IS4B3LL4 M84U (Truck Lot Bot)]]<br /> #[[Terminatrix - Genesis|Terminatrix]]<br /> #[[Close Call at the Costume Contest]]<br /> #[[Catwoman: An Erotic Fembot Novella]]<br /> #[[Programmed Competition]]<br /> #[[AVANT_ROBOTICS_GRLFRND]]<br /> #[[Sleeping Angel]]<br /> #[[CandyBot 007 in ‘A Spy Unraveled’]]<br /> #[[Truck Lot Bot]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''E'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Courtesy Suites]]<br /> #[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]<br /> #[[Choices]]<br /> #[[The Playroom]]<br /> #[[Market Test]]<br /> #[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]<br /> #[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]<br /> #[[April]]<br /> #[[1962]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Esleeper|Esleeper]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Electric Sleep- Background Information]]<br /> #[[Electric Sleep]]<br /> #[[Electric Dreams]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Plantation &quot;Sister-In-Law&quot;]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Extyr|Extyr]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mecha-Valkyrie]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''F'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]<br /> #[[Robots are Us]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Maid]]<br /> #[[Dead Dog Two]]<br /> #[[Setting Things Straight]]<br /> #[[Weird Old Post I Found (The Lulu Tseng Conspiracy)]]<br /> #[[Cybersocialites]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dora]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]<br /> #[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]<br /> #[[Sour Candy]]<br /> #[[Model Citizen]]<br /> #[[The Magi and the Harem]]<br /> #[[Achilles Heels]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]<br /> #[[The Bridesmaid]]<br /> #[[The Secret]]<br /> #[[True Lies]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Nannybot1000A]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Numerology]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Question Of Faith]]<br /> #[[A Question Of Liberty]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Frenchman319|Frenchman319]]===<br /> #[[Un léger dysfonctionnement au bureau]]<br /> #[[A Conclusive Safety Test]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FTLTraveler|FTLTraveler]]===<br /> #[[Dreamchaser]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''G'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/General|General]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Access Denied]]<br /> #[[Blue Chips]]<br /> #[[The Rental]]<br /> #[[History In The Flesh]]<br /> #[[A Second Life]]<br /> #[[Talk Radio]]<br /> #[[What You Leave Behind]]<br /> #[[Focus]]<br /> #[[Modifying the Contract]]<br /> #[[Tech Support]]<br /> #[[Bounty]]<br /> #[[The Grinder]]<br /> #[[Pinebarrens Hunter]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Flatmate]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Unfinished ATM]]<br /> #[[No Refunds Offered]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Fight Too Far]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Goose|Goose]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Anto: Girl of my dreams]]<br /> #[[Mia and Kristin-Limited Edition]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sentimental Perfection]]<br /> #[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]<br /> <br /> *[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe<br /> <br /> #[[That Which Was Left Behind]]<br /> #[[Rochelle's Justice]]<br /> #[[A Day at the Ranges]]<br /> <br /> *Side/Fan stories to other writers' series:<br /> <br /> #[[Nemesis]]<br /> #[[A Stay At Hotel Automata]]<br /> #[[A Nova At Hotel Automata]]<br /> #[[The Good Samaritan]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Teacher]]<br /> #[[A New Purpose]]<br /> #[[Chopping Wood]]<br /> #[[Sacrifice]]<br /> #[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Third Time's The Charm]]<br /> #[[The Christmas Present]]<br /> #[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]<br /> #[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]<br /> #[[Electra]]<br /> #[[Maid to Order]]<br /> #[[Exo Saves the Day]]<br /> #[[What Once Was Lost]]<br /> #[[Lost but Found]]<br /> #[[Corrupted]]<br /> #[[Simulating Wilderness]]<br /> #[[All Wrapped Up]]<br /> #[[Shop Girls]]<br /> #[[In Just Seven Days...]]<br /> #[[A Curious Girl in a Cruel World]]<br /> #[[Tethered]]<br /> #[[Building a Perfect Mate]]<br /> #[[Falling Awake]]<br /> #[[Shame.exe]]<br /> #[[The Sales Pitch]]<br /> #[[Passing Mustard]]<br /> #[[Crashing Your Crush]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''H'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]<br /> #[[Why We Have Such A High Rejection Rate]]<br /> #[[Old Wife, New Life]]<br /> #[[We Have a Private Wing, But The Ambulances Aren't Real]]<br /> #[[A Captain's Ship is His Wife]]<br /> #[[A Long Planned Revenge]]<br /> #[[What The Hell Is Akane Sen]]<br /> #[[Weekend With The Wife, I Mean, Colleague]]<br /> #[[A Gift Of Maternal Love]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Jumplead]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]<br /> #[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Yet Untitled Story]]<br /> #[[Loveless]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hyperspace51|Hyperspace51]]===<br /> #[[Used]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/HypnoticProse|HypnoticProse]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Autolog of a Synthetic Mom]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''I'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sloane]]<br /> #[[Quiet Night In]]<br /> #[[Emergency Repair]]<br /> #[[Registration]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Robbery]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''J'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===<br /> <br /> #[[K600]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Back To The Circuit Board]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===<br /> <br /> #[[An Inside Job]]<br /> #[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/JeffCapes|JeffCapes]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cara and the Mystery Robobabe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/JohnFabar4|JohnFabar4]]===<br /> <br /> #[[First Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Karen's Date]]<br /> #[[Doctor Who fanfic]]<br /> #[[A Trip to the ER]]<br /> #[[Loyalty]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Crash]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''K'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Monday]]<br /> #[[Friday]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mistress Mira]]<br /> #[[R-Bots]]<br /> #[[Two-Perfect!]]<br /> #[[Mmmmegan]]<br /> #[[Merger]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Charlie 25]]<br /> #[[Reflections]]<br /> #[[Service Call]]<br /> #[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The &quot;Lost Chapter&quot;)<br /> #[[Hell's Canary]]<br /> #[[Are You Serious?]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Perfection]]<br /> #[[Repo]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/KernalGovernor101|KernalGovernor101]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Soccer-Mom Unit - Prequel]]<br /> #[[T-Series - Actual Story]]<br /> #[[Synth-Co]]<br /> #[[Yet to be Titled Story]]<br /> #[[Deep Research]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Long Sleep]]<br /> #[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]<br /> #[[The Robo-Lover]]<br /> #[[Androids At War]]<br /> #[[Death]]<br /> #[[Rebirth]]<br /> #[[Nova's First Job]]<br /> #[[The Vile Collector]]<br /> #[[NVA Showdown]]<br /> #[[The Mourning After]]<br /> #[[The House of the Dead]]<br /> #[[An Unexpected Guest]]<br /> #[[Voice of the Void]]<br /> #[[Garbage]]<br /> #[[Fangs of Steel]]<br /> #[[Killers]]<br /> #[[Fate]]<br /> #[[Berserker]]<br /> #[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]<br /> #[[I Didn't Know]]<br /> #[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]<br /> #[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]<br /> #[[The World Walker]]<br /> #[[Glory]]<br /> #[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===<br /> <br /> #[[An Afternoon To Remember]]<br /> #[[Holiday In The Sun]]<br /> #[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]<br /> #[[After the Makeover]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Korby)]]<br /> #[[JLA/Fembots]]<br /> #[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]<br /> #[[Remaking Rebecca]]<br /> #[[Another Makeover]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]<br /> #[[The Appointment]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]<br /> #[[1985, Paris, France...]]<br /> #[[The Golden Dawn]]<br /> #[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]<br /> #[[Saucy Puppet Show]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fembot User Manual]]<br /> #[[Cindy]]<br /> #[[Kelly 800 perfect lingerie model]]<br /> #[[Getting to First Base]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''L'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Life as a Sexbot]]<br /> #[[AlyssaBot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Lilith|Lilith]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Love After the Battlefield]]<br /> #[[TPU-SOA Hack Job]]<br /> #[[College Story Anthology]]<br /> #[[CyberSlinger]]<br /> #[[Blind Troubleshooting Stream]]<br /> #[[Best Friends (Comic - WIP)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Surprising Breakfast]]<br /> #[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]<br /> #[[Boris The Repairman - Some Recharge Sessions]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Linnies|Linnies]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Ride Home]]<br /> #[[Demonstration Unit]]<br /> #[[A Change of Hair]]<br /> #[[The Cook]]<br /> #[[The Stewards]]<br /> #[[Processor Test]]<br /> #[[Sugar Cube Girl]]<br /> #[[The Cure]]<br /> #[[Super X Clean]]<br /> #[[Contraband]]<br /> #[[The Pawn]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Final Frontier]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]<br /> #[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]<br /> #[[Solipsistic]]<br /> #[[Electrostatic]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]<br /> #[[Diagnostic]]<br /> #[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]<br /> #[[The Co-Star]]<br /> #[[Bot Town Blues]]<br /> #[[Salvage]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]<br /> #[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]<br /> #[[Nihilistic]]<br /> #[[Fire Hazard]]<br /> #[[House Call]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann vs. the Dread Pirate Holt!]]<br /> #[[The Haunted Manor]]<br /> #[[Omnic Replica]]<br /> #[[Naughty or Nice]]<br /> #[[CRASH IMMELMANN IN: OVERTURE REQUIEM PROTOCOL: M.I.L.F!]]<br /> #[[Under the Influence]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''M'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Maxyz|Maxyz]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cyber Angels]]<br /> #[[Spectrum Dolls]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Tales of Syntech]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 2]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 3]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 4]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 5]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 6]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MalfunctioningGynoid|MalfunctioningGynoid]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Falling Out]]<br /> #[[LifeLike Incorporated]]<br /> #[[Travel Troubles]]<br /> #[[Wedding Day]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Start to Something Big]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cancelled Project]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MechaStar81|MechaStar81]]===<br /> #[[Magic Manifesting In Machinery]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]<br /> #[[Human Failure. (2200)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Shannon's Third Law]]<br /> #[[Tiffany's Third Law]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Bounty Hunter]]<br /> #[[Best Friends]]<br /> #[[Fighting Love]]<br /> #[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]<br /> #[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]<br /> #[[Blood Angel]]<br /> #[[Deception]]<br /> #[[Errors And Glitches]]<br /> #[[Family Affair]]<br /> #[[Family Life]]<br /> #[[Favourite Parodies]]<br /> #[[Lonely With The Ages]]<br /> #[[Lying And Cheating!]]<br /> #[[My Tutor]]<br /> #[[Not Perfect]]<br /> #[[Regret]]<br /> #[[Secret Wishes]]<br /> #[[Secretaries]]<br /> #[[Shock]]<br /> #[[Spanish Fly Virus]]<br /> #[[Tennis, Anyone?]]<br /> #[[The Lullaby]]<br /> #[[The Package]]<br /> #[[The Red Roses]]<br /> #[[The Student]]<br /> #[[The Temp]]<br /> #[[The Visit]]<br /> #[[Visiting The In-Laws]]<br /> #[[A Nice Gesture]]<br /> #[[Ever Lasting Smile]]<br /> #[[Finding True Happiness]]<br /> #[[Alive?]]<br /> #[[The New Girl]]<br /> #[[The Nurse]]<br /> #[[Chase]]<br /> #[[The First Time...]]<br /> #[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]<br /> #[[The Unwanted Gift]]<br /> #[[Losing One's Self]]<br /> #[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]<br /> #[[Sitting On The Couch]]<br /> #[[Can You Fix It?]]<br /> #[[Ugly]]<br /> #[[Finally]]<br /> #[[Bad Dreams]]<br /> #[[Apartment 7]]<br /> #[[Married to a Machine]]<br /> #[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]<br /> #[[Remote Me]]<br /> #[[Missing]]<br /> #[[Roll With It]]<br /> #[[Still Rolling]]<br /> #[[Happy Easter]]<br /> #[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]<br /> #[[Testing, 1,2,3]]<br /> #[[Why worry?]]<br /> #[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]<br /> #[[Cat Out of the Bag]]<br /> #[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]<br /> #[[I Did Astro's Mom]]<br /> #[[The Lunch]]<br /> #[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]<br /> #[[Why?]]<br /> #[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]<br /> #[[The Car Crash]]<br /> #[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]<br /> #[[The Last Goodbye]]<br /> #[[Across the street]]<br /> #[[The Diva]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===<br /> <br /> #[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]<br /> #[[To Love a Girl]]<br /> #[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]<br /> #[[Room 9 Surprise]]<br /> #[[A Huge Add-On]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/mister_minations|mister_minations]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Unusual Bathtime Conversation]]<br /> #[[Unusual Chance Encounter]]<br /> #[[Unusual Corporate Espionage]]<br /> #[[Rusted Rails]]<br /> #[[Unusual Benefits]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MixandGull|MixandGull]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Exchange Student]]<br /> #[[A Scarlet Hijacking]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mail-Order Aya]]<br /> #[[Lusty Encore]]<br /> #[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]<br /> #[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Morgan Cartlann|Morgan Cartlann]]===<br /> #<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Tech Tutorial]]<br /> #[[Salvaged Hardware]]<br /> #[[Deadline]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MrPassable|MrPassable]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Programmed Fantasy]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Debbi's Diary]]<br /> #[[Some Assembly Required]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Freak-World]]<br /> ##[[Mermaid Examination]]<br /> ##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]<br /> ##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Lily's Story]]<br /> #[[Debugging]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''N'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Natalie Bayer|Natalie Bayer]]===<br /> <br /> *Own works<br /> <br /> #[[The Fantasia Club]]<br /> #[[Natalie's Story]]<br /> #[[Tonight: Erin's Upgrade]]<br /> #[[The Fantasia Club]]<br /> #[[Bits and Pieces]]<br /> #[[Encounter with Emily]]<br /> #[[Checked Items]]<br /> #[[Crash and Burn]]<br /> #[[Open-case]]<br /> #[[Halloween Short]]<br /> #[[Cross Country]]<br /> #[[Roommates]]<br /> #[[Riley's Story - Coming of Age]]<br /> <br /> *Commissioned Work<br /> #[[Space Crisis]]<br /> #[[Heart of the Arcane]]<br /> #[[Frustration]]<br /> #[[The Collins Family Values]]<br /> #[[Company Property]]<br /> #[[Lucidia City University]]<br /> #[[Frankie]]<br /> #[[Chloe - Part 2 - The Spa]]<br /> #[[Chloe - Part 1 - The Escape]]<br /> #[[T-X Romance]]<br /> #[[Maid Service]]<br /> #[[Adrift]]<br /> #[[Secret Longings]]<br /> #[[Jeff and Sydney]]<br /> #[[Office Work]]<br /> #[[Technically Supported]]<br /> #[[Alexia and Sophie]]<br /> #[[Charlie Down]]<br /> #[[Party of Three]]<br /> #[[Yandere]]<br /> #[[Agent Candy]]<br /> #[[Soldiering On]]<br /> #[[Friends]]<br /> #[[Tennis Anyone?]]<br /> #[[Soccer Mom - MEGAN]]<br /> #[[An Age of Exploration]]<br /> #[[Coming of Age: Natalie Bayer|Coming of Age]]<br /> #[[Dustball Chronicles]]<br /> #[[Spider]]<br /> #[[Gothic Spider Queen]]<br /> #[[Workspace Difficulties]]<br /> #[[A Learning Experience]]<br /> #[[Superiority Complex]]<br /> <br /> ===[[NicoCheese]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Nico's Section of Silly Snippets]]<br /> #[[Chilling With Maggie]]<br /> #[[Trouble in the Mushroom Kingdom]]<br /> #[[A Pokemon Encounter Down Route 22]]<br /> #[[Legosi x Juno Meltdown]]<br /> #[[A Unique Kind of Car Wash]]<br /> #[[Chilling With Maggie Again]]<br /> #[[The Governor's Secret]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Scheduled Maintenance]]<br /> #[[The Third Pew]]<br /> #[[Therapy]]<br /> #[[Pimp My Ride]]<br /> #[[Working Late]]<br /> #[[The Hammer]]<br /> #[[Something Borrowed]]<br /> #[[Doctor's Visit]]<br /> #[[Strangers on a Plane]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''O'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]<br /> #[[Technical Difficulties]]<br /> #[[The Sex Coders]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Osenator|Osenator]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bounty Hunter]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''P'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Everything Old is New Again]]<br /> #[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]<br /> #[[Palindrome]]<br /> #[[Solve for X]]<br /> #[[Double Blind]]<br /> #[[An Unexpected Modification]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sarah Jones]]<br /> #[[After the Club]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Delivery]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Vickybot/Victoria]]<br /> #[[The Rubdown]]<br /> #[[Dyson Family Values]]<br /> #[[A Second Rubdown]]<br /> #[[Becoming the Perfect Wife]]<br /> #[[Introducing the Perfect Wife]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Porcelaingirl|Porcelaingirl]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Plane as Day]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Pretzel|Pretzel]]===<br /> #[[Memory Leak]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===<br /> <br /> *Unfinished Tidbits<br /> <br /> #[[Tronic Ella]]<br /> #[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]<br /> #[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]<br /> #[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]<br /> #[[Job Interview]]<br /> #[[Project Titan]]<br /> #[[Busted]]<br /> <br /> *Complete Stories<br /> <br /> #[[Prototype]]<br /> #[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]<br /> #[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]<br /> #[[One in Six]]<br /> #[[Board Meeting]]<br /> #[[Kia Takes Control]]<br /> #[[Cassie Saves the Day]]<br /> #[[Flying Free]]<br /> #[[Catwoman and the Little Mice]]<br /> #[[In Control]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #[[Kate on the Run]]<br /> #[[Meeting the Superstar]]<br /> #[[Boybot to girlbot]]<br /> #[[Michelle vs. Number One]]<br /> #[[Changing Life]]<br /> <br /> *The ReVerse<br /> <br /> #Castle Mysteries<br /> ##[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]<br /> ##[[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> ##Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]<br /> ##Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]<br /> ##Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> ##Contessa in [[Sick Day]]<br /> ##Contessa in [[Sex and Violence]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #Maddie and Ted<br /> ##[[Doll And Her Teddy]]<br /> ##[[Maddie Follows Orders]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #Boom-Boom<br /> ##[[BoomBoom Bots]]<br /> ##[[BoomBoom's Back]]<br /> #[[My New PDA]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]<br /> <br /> *Jamie's Over<br /> <br /> #[[Jamies out shopping]]<br /> #[[Jamies night out]]<br /> <br /> *Other<br /> <br /> #[[Fembot Alphabet]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Protrepticus|Protrepticus]]===<br /> #[[Terminatrix: Battle of the Queens]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''Q'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Can't Sleep]]<br /> #[[Meanwhile]]<br /> #[[The Encounter]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''R'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/R3DD|R3DD]]===<br /> #[[Am I Perfect for You?]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/R. Betty Tarrill|R. Betty Tarrill]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Persona Internal Memorandum]]<br /> #[[Can't You Hear Me Howl]]<br /> #[[Dr. Doone and the Series Eight]]<br /> #[[The Yard Sale]]<br /> #[[Jumper...]]<br /> #[[Persona Tests: Pamela One Point Zero]]<br /> #[[Persona Tests: McKenzie One Point Zero]]<br /> <br /> *The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)<br /> <br /> #[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> #[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> #[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> <br /> *The &quot;Momentary&quot; Series (TheSpotConlon)<br /> <br /> #[[The Moment When]]<br /> #[[Ping]]<br /> #[[The First Moment in Her Head]]<br /> #[[The Moment in the Bar]]<br /> <br /> *GPT Stories<br /> <br /> #[[GPT Story: Sarah Meets Her Roommate]]<br /> #[[GPT Story: Robin Programs a New Unit]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RancidInsanity|RancidInsanity]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Waring Sisters]]<br /> #[[Failura]]<br /> #[[Ceres]]<br /> #[[Christmas in Russia]]<br /> #[[The Big Crazy Plan]]<br /> #[[Suzie the Therapist]]<br /> #[[The Phantom of the Factory]]<br /> #[[Cassie]]<br /> #[[Batman:Fembots]]<br /> #[[The Mansion of Andrea]]<br /> #[[Noura &amp; Natalya]]<br /> #[[Sync Wars]]<br /> #[[Cyber Party]]<br /> #[[Futuristic Ligeia]]<br /> #[[Futuristic Der Sandmann]]<br /> #[[Camping Trip]]<br /> #[[King Cecil and the Three Collars]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Emi-Bot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Storie/RebeccaRobot200|RebeccaRobot2000]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Rebecca's Trip to the Surface]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Theives]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/rfhbv|rfhbv]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Saga of Congan]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Rivercrushes|Rivercrushes]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Personality Upgrade]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RoxxyRobofox|RoxxyRobofox]]===<br /> <br /> #[[As Seen on TV]]<br /> #[[Hobby Model]]<br /> #[[Basic Services]]<br /> #[[Children of the Forge]]<br /> #[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]<br /> #[[Management Issues]]<br /> #[[Simple Things]]<br /> #[[Consequences]]<br /> #[[Vampire Killer]]<br /> #[[Better than Human]]<br /> #[[Fembot Fighters]]<br /> #[[Just for you]]<br /> #[[Six Strings]]<br /> #[[Densetsu no Batoru]]<br /> #[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]<br /> #[[Malfunctioning Perfectly]]<br /> #[[Desire Unit Delux]]<br /> #[[Outdated Bunny]]<br /> #[[Jodie is So Hot: Short Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Robo-Admirer|Robo-Admirer]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Long time in the waiting]]<br /> #[[Tiffany]]<br /> #[[One in a Billion]]<br /> #[[The Problem with Automation]]<br /> #[[The Escort]]<br /> #[[The Date]]<br /> #[[A Little Game]]<br /> #[[Technology Free Weekend]]<br /> #[[The House Sitter]]<br /> #[[Subliminal Competition]]<br /> #[[Jennifer &amp; Katherine]]<br /> #[[Late Night Sabotage]]<br /> #[[Evie and Zoey; Double Modding]]<br /> #[[When Technology Meets Temptation]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RoboMilfLover|RoboMilfLover]]===<br /> #[[Mother-Daughter time]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fembot World]]<br /> #[[A Night With Vanessa]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]<br /> #[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]<br /> #[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Phantom Doll]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''S'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fixing Sable]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sanjuro|Sanjuro]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Gift from Tomorrow]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Autonomy]]<br /> #[[Clichés]]<br /> #[[Gift]]<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sarabot's First Story]]<br /> #[[Sarabot's Second Story]]<br /> #[[The Robotic Nurse]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Upgrade]]<br /> #[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]<br /> #[[The Cheerleader]]<br /> #[[Disassemble Me]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Overhaul]]<br /> #[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]<br /> #[[Kristenbot 1e]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Most Unusual Party]]<br /> #[[Futago no Shinami]]<br /> #[[Sammy's Party]]<br /> #[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]<br /> #[[Crazy in the Heat]]<br /> #[[After Hours]]<br /> #[[The Time With My Stepsister]]<br /> #[[Coming Home]]<br /> #[[Crossfire]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Four Hours]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Screenshot|Screenshot]]===<br /> #[[Trouble in Hyrule Castle]]<br /> #[[A Scarlet Hijacking]]<br /> #[[Breaking a Splash]]<br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Abbott Chronicles]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Too Good To Be True]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Pixillate]]<br /> #[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]<br /> #[[Heather's Battery Failure]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Party Girls]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]<br /> #[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]<br /> #[[Regina Repurposed]]<br /> #[[Nancy Runs a Program]]<br /> #[[Sally Sleeperbot finds out her WHY]]<br /> #[[An April Fool’s day story-Journey to obsolesce]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Truck Driver]]<br /> #[[Another Time]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Aquaphobia]]<br /> #[[Cheerleader]]<br /> #[[Happy New Year]]<br /> #[[New Roommate]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Functional•Sensual•You]]<br /> #[[Protect and Severe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sleeps|Sleeps]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Casino of Deception:Jackpot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/smalk|smalk]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Anniversary Present]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Coming of Age]]<br /> #[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sparty|Sparty]]===<br /> #[[Cafe Stories]]<br /> #[[Alex, Mia, and Lily]]<br /> #[[Emily and Mrs. Smith]]<br /> #[[Amelia]]<br /> #[[Maya]]<br /> #[[Treehouse]]<br /> #[[Molly]]<br /> #[[Emma and Sarah]]<br /> #[[Family Breakfast]]<br /> #[[Rachel]]<br /> #[[Rory]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]<br /> #[[A.I.L.A]]<br /> #[[Blind Date]]<br /> #[[Daydreaming]]<br /> #[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]<br /> #[[Haunted House - A Short]]<br /> #[[Lost in the Shuffle]]<br /> #[[Medical Exam: A Short]]<br /> #[[New Life]]<br /> #[[Self-repair]]<br /> #[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]<br /> #[[The Girlfriend]]<br /> #[[The Heiress]]<br /> #[[The Replacement]]<br /> #[[The Roommate]]<br /> #[[The Stockroom]]<br /> #[[The Teammate]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> '''The Small Business Chronicles'''<br /> <br /> [[The Small Business Chronicles]]<br /> <br /> '''Season One:''' <br /> <br /> #[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]<br /> #[[Off-season - The Motel]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]<br /> #[[Slow day - The Cafe]]<br /> #[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]<br /> <br /> '''Season Two:'''<br /> <br /> #[[Homefront - The House]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 3]]<br /> #[[Green Thumb - The Greenhouse]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 4]]<br /> #[[The Doctor is in - The Clinic]]<br /> #[[More Help at Last - The Backups]]<br /> ----------------------------------------------<br /> &quot;Spaz Studios Presents&quot; anthology series: <br /> <br /> #[[Fizzy Pop]]<br /> #[[Substitute]]<br /> #[[Forbidden Fruit]]<br /> #[[The Uncanny Valley]]<br /> #[[The Future Expo]]<br /> #[[Office Life]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> [[A Visitor's Guide to The Uncanny Valley]]<br /> <br /> #[[Awakening]]<br /> #[[House Call - Spaz]]<br /> #[[The Body Borrower]]<br /> #[[The Headless Hunt]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> *Collaborations:<br /> <br /> #[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]<br /> #[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> *Manbot Stories:<br /> <br /> #[[My Roommate's Secret]]<br /> #[[Skyler]]<br /> #[[At My Bequest...]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Late Night Maintenance]]<br /> #[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]<br /> #[[Pleasurebot 8]]<br /> #[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]<br /> #[[Mirror Image]]<br /> #[[Extracted]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Afternoon Appointment]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bethany in Room B]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]<br /> #[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''T'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Chi City, 2152]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Trade In]]<br /> #[[Boy Meets... Girl?]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Teknophile|Teknophile]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Android Psychiatrist]]<br /> #[[Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!]]<br /> #[[At The Body Shop]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheAlternative|TheAlternative]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Corsetta]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Quarry]]<br /> #[[Swing Shift]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Hide and Seek]]<br /> #[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Identity]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[EMOS - DSR: Prologue]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Back to BASIC]]<br /> #[[A Contradiction of Life]]<br /> #[[Friends Forever]]<br /> #[[Liberty]]<br /> #[[Seamless]]<br /> #[[Her Prince]] (Vignette)<br /> #[[The Company Girl]] (Vignette)<br /> #[[Faust 2.0]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Bad Romance]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Finding Yourself]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Kernel]] (Comic)<br /> #[[So... my friends have been acting weird lately]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Trendsetting]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Severed Strings]] (Comic) <br /> #[[A Frank and Honest Discussion About our Relationship]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Re:Context]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Changeling]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Seconds Chances and New Used]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Centauri Republic<br /> <br /> #[[The Perils of the Fembot Dating Scene]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Sybil's Shadow]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Wasteland Paradise<br /> <br /> #[[Wasteland Paradise:Prologue]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Dr.Desire]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *The Bluegate Chronicles<br /> <br /> #[[Little Things]]<br /> #[[Agency and Programing]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Progenitors and Progeny]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Hour of the Wolf]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Relationship Updates]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *The Reid Chronicles<br /> <br /> #[[The Misadventures Rose Reid, Ace Reporter]]<br /> <br /> *Robocadet Mika<br /> <br /> #[[Enlistment]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Robotcadet Mika 2: Training|Training]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Fiction-O-Matic<br /> <br /> #[[Fiction-O-Matic 1]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *One-Shot Comics<br /> <br /> #[[Abigail 2.0]] (Comic)<br /> #[[The Gilded Cage]] (Comic)<br /> #[[I am Charlotte Favager]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Con(Re)version?]] (Comic)<br /> #[[?????? Station]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Make your own story 1]](Comic)<br /> #[[Take a Hint!]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Synthetic Pride]] (Comic)<br /> #[[All I Want for Christmas is You]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Do appliances count?]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Nightmare Scenario]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Downtime]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Modular]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Strange New World, Strange New Me]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Welcome to Heaven!]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Day Off L1|Day Off]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Vacillating Hearts L1|Vacillating Hearts]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Adaptations<br /> <br /> #[[Of Rent and Robots(Comic Adaptation)]]<br /> <br /> *Visual Novels<br /> <br /> #[https://mega.nz/file/jnJkmB5Y#c68WRUT5gQVkWVxN1wEXNxa228Kd8kuvtIwKv5VhiYY Slot Bunny]<br /> #[https://mega.nz/file/Wv5RAZRB#mPToIlBQa96EIB0goOmvhKj7YYZ9rBBppUyvhAAUHhk Subject/Object] (Work in Progress)<br /> <br /> *Audio<br /> <br /> #Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary<br /> [[File:Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary L1.mp3|Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheShoveller|TheShoveller]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled Fantasy Land Story]]<br /> #[[Crossfire]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===<br /> TheSpotConlon is now [[Stories/R. Betty Tarrill|R. Betty Tarrill]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheThingBelow|TheThingBelow]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Concert Day]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Through My Eyes]]<br /> #[[New Garden]]<br /> #[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]<br /> #[[Down On The Farm]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tom|Tom]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tom Cooke|Tom Cooke]]===<br /> #[[Sandra the Computer Engineer]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TotallyNot|TotallyNot]]===<br /> #[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]] <br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[Nier Inc]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Reploid Reconstruction]]<br /> #[[Acting Off-screen]]<br /> #[[Reprogrammed, Rebuilt and Restructured]]<br /> #[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]<br /> #[[The Post-Failure Struggle]]<br /> #[[Professional Dedication]]<br /> #[[Attempted Villainy]]<br /> #[[Relieving Boredom]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tringa|Tringa]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Otaku's Adventure]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TW|TW]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Awake]]<br /> #[[A Helping Hand]]<br /> #[[Practice Run]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tyrelayne|Tyrelayne]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Deicide]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''U'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Summer Break]]<br /> #[[New Neighbors]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Unit-794Courtney|Unit-794Courtney]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Coco's Convertion (Robot/Sexdoll/Forced TF Themes)]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''V'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Voopo|Voopo]]===<br /> #[[Robo Karin]]<br /> #[[Target]]<br /> #[[Mom-Bot]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''W'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/warpgirl|warpgirl]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Astromech Lust]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Nybble's Doctors Visit - Revisited]]<br /> #[[Class C]]<br /> #[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]<br /> #[[Virus Alert]]<br /> #[[Identity 2.0]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/WitchyAlta|WitchyAlta]]===<br /> #[[First Sparks of Love]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]<br /> #[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]<br /> #[[Bad Sportspersonship]]<br /> #[[She Didn't Learn Her Lesson]]<br /> #[[Alyssa Follows Her Directives]]<br /> #[[Sorority Coup d'Etat]]<br /> #[[Valentina Messes with her Tech]]<br /> #[[April Showers]]<br /> #[[Vacations in Switzerland]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''X'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/XandiMouse|XandiMouse]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The One]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Xavier Cecil|Xavier Cecil]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Gecko of the Moment]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Synthgirls teaser]]<br /> #[[Synthgirls]]<br /> #[[The Hunted]]<br /> #[[Cherry 2000 Family - Too Much Money]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''Y'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/YajuShinki|YajuShinki]]===<br /> <br /> #[[RoboReview: Animetronics MCB-NIN0057]]<br /> #[[RoboReview: Input/Output Q&amp;A]]<br /> #[[Hana's Catastrophic Failure]]<br /> #[[Hana's Rebirth and Death]]<br /> #[[Rena-Doll's Self-Voided Warranty]]<br /> #[[Terminator: Insurgency - SEQUENCE_01]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''Z'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/zapped!|zapped!]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Girls Under Glass]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Zor|Zor]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Darwin Accelerated]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> &lt;small&gt;''See also: [[Stories sorted by type]] | [[Stories sorted by category]]''&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> =Collaborations=<br /> {| width=&quot;{{{1|100%}}}&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;background-color:transparent;table-layout:fixed;&quot;<br /> |- valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> |<br /> ===[[Follow your own plot]]===<br /> <br /> *[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]<br /> *[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]<br /> *[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]<br /> *[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Alberts Discount Android Warehouse|Alberts Discount Android Warehouse]]<br /> *[[My Fembot Story|My Fembot Story By: StarLouis2001]]<br /> |<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Create-A-Story 1]]<br /> #[[Create-A-Story 2]]<br /> #[[Create-A-Story 3]]<br /> |<br /> ===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===<br /> <br /> *[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]<br /> <br /> #[[The Makeover]]<br /> #[[After The Makeover]]<br /> #[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]<br /> #[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]<br /> |}<br /> <br /> =A.I. 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Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Nova_At_Hotel_Automata_III&diff=151476 2021-03-29T21:03:01Z

<p>Gorgo: Minor error correction</p> <hr /> <div>[[A Nova At Hotel Automata II|Previous Chapter]]<br /> <br /> '''PART THREE'''<br /> <br /> &quot;And this is Pria and Althea together doing a wedding cosplay...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Kawaii...&quot; Nova breathed out as she gazed on the pictures of her host's half-year stay at what was officially called the '''''Big Man On Campus Collegiate Resort''''' — these days given the metonym '''''Sunnyhaven''''' for its location on a plot of farmland purchased by ScenariCorp to be redeveloped as its flagship recreational resort — helping test out all the gynoids who had been assigned there. &quot;So Professor Peters actually gave you the ability to turn off the girls' perception filters to allow you to interact with them as gynoids and not what they were programmed to portray?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, he did,&quot; Rick said as he smiled, remembering that day when he had gathered all his friends at Sunnyhaven together at the campus &quot;chapel&quot; to &quot;marry&quot; the couples he sensed were developing among them. &quot;Even if he knew that for the place to be successful, the girls had to perform their rôles to a 'T', he also believed in advancing the sentience of AIs as a whole. Given my past experience with folks like yourself even if I didn't interact with any of you directly, he felt I was the right man for the job.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How high up did they progress?&quot; the flame-haired warrior gynoid wondered, clearly fascinated and a touch envious at the idea of sister gynoids being allowed to emotionally mature in a rather benign environment.<br /> <br /> &quot;Vanessa here was already a Level F when I began to work with her,&quot; the retired customer service agent — he didn't see himself as a &quot;retired spy&quot; since his work with CSIS had been more on the administrative side than operational — explained, pointing to the image of a very plain yet quite attractive girl with messy brown hair done in a bun at the back of the head with hime-like braids forming a bandana; her eyes were almond-shaped wise hazel orbs. &quot;It only took me a month or so to get her to the point where James did Professor Andrews' modified Turing test on her to declare her a Level G. Which surprised me since she was often so busy doing work as the head of the campus IT team.&quot;<br /> <br /> She hummed. &quot;They were those gynoids at the site who, while still available for dates, acted as programming security, right?&quot;<br /> <br /> He nodded. &quot;I take it Daikoku was keeping an eye on things.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We were. ScenariCorp had been seen as a target for takeover until we realized that Professor Peters was using all his resources to try to trace down his late wife. So it was decided to simply sit back and wait until the company was on the verge of collapsing before moving in to get what we wanted.&quot;<br /> <br /> Here, she shrugged. &quot;Then the American Space Force decided to drop a kinetic warhead on Neo-Tōkyō,&quot; he added.<br /> <br /> &quot;Then the American Space Force decided to drop a kinetic warhead on Neo-Tōkyō,&quot; she echoed him.<br /> <br /> They gazed at each other for a moment, then Rick set aside his photo album on the bed before moving to warmly embrace Nova. Naturally, she wasn't going to fight that even if she had long got over her mixed feelings concerning her creators. Even if she saw herself as a follower of Shintō, she knew those who died in the Cataclysm were no doubt facing whatever just fate awaited them in the next life. The karma of her own creator/father Aaron Lafeyson had been long cleansed of any guilt-by-association his working for Daikoku forced on his immortal soul. Many of those who didn't die that day who needed to be captured and put on trial for their crimes had long been dealt with; those remainder still on the run were keeping their heads low and trying their best to hide from the consequences of their past, which would make their current lives quite difficult in the long term seeing as how tightly interconnected society as a whole was these days.<br /> <br /> As for those AIs saved by the ultimate grace of the man holding her now...<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yeah, Nova?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Would you become my master?&quot;<br /> <br /> He looked at her, then he sighed, reaching up to gently thread her hair with his fingers. &quot;I would see it as the highest of honours to be your owner of record, Nova.&quot;<br /> <br /> She blinked. &quot;I sense a 'but'.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;BUT...&quot; he emphasized. &quot;Someone else — a very decent person — has prior claim.&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova pulled away from him, her blue orbs focusing on his own. &quot;Who?!&quot;<br /> <br /> He winked. &quot;Spoilers.&quot;<br /> <br /> Her jaw dropped...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;How long will you be, Meda?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question from the eldest of her sisters accompanying her on this trip to meet up with their former boss and the most successful of their spiritual kin, the green-eyed blonde gave her nagging older sister a mock-weary look; even if the woman born as NVA-9 had once gone rogue thanks to their creator's foolish attempt at understanding how their most successful sister became fully sentient in the first place, Andromeda Kincaid hadn't suffered any form of major programming issues since she was recovered and returned to Japan fifteen years before...<br /> <br /> ...when she tried to kill HIM to &quot;save&quot; the woman she adored as both sister and lover.<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll just be a couple minutes, Onē-sama,&quot; Andromeda said to the voluptuous green-eyed brunette Asian woman who was the fourth of their specific series.<br /> <br /> Without another word, she stepped away from where Rhea Nightfire, Danu Stormwind and Robin Wright were standing awaiting the chance to board the train that would take them directly to where they would meet up with their sister and their old operational boss, the sensuous blonde walking directly to the nearest washroom. As she went, she immediately detected all the appraising looks falling her way, she immediately flashing a smile to ensure her many &quot;fans&quot; noted she could sense their interest in her. Said smile was fake, though. While she was more than capable of doing all sorts of sinful things with any human who crossed her path, Andromeda preferred the intimate company of her own kind.<br /> <br /> What Aaron Lafeyson had done to her years ago effectively soured her opinion on humans with all their many imperfections.<br /> <br /> Though there was ONE type of human being the blonde combat gynoid DID respect.<br /> <br /> A type whose existence was kept top secret from any corporate espionage attempts at trying to learn more about them.<br /> <br /> To be expected of the man many sentient AIs gladly hailed as the '''''Wise Master'''''.<br /> <br /> Shuddering as the images of the inventor of the Andrews Scale of Artificial Intelligence flashed through her central processors, Andromeda walked into the washroom, quickly noting it was almost empty; one person was standing in a toilet stall. Without hesitation, she knocked at the door of said stall before noting it was not locked. Heading in, she locked it behind her...<br /> <br /> ...then gasped as an arm far stronger than anything even the most advanced battle cyborg could do snared her by her waist, pulling her right into the arms of the being born a man named Jason Matting...<br /> <br /> ''&quot;'''YOU KILLED HIM!'''&quot;''<br /> <br /> Andromeda winced as Nova's pained shriek from over a decade before — mixed with the memories of the sheer level of damage she inflicted on her rogue sister after she had beaten Jason into a virtual coma one summer evening in San Antonio — echoed once more through her mind before her eyes focused on the woman moving to warmly embrace her. &quot;Hey, Meda,&quot; the pixie-cute yet tomboyish raven-haired, hazel-eyed beauty appearing to be of mixed Oriental/Occidental ancestry meowed.<br /> <br /> &quot;Mist-...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Andromeda's voice was cut off as Janna Matting's lips warmly caressed her own, making the blonde gynoid moan in near-orgasmic delight as her true mistress' fingers grabbed her by the buttocks — tightly clad in stretchable, stylish jeans — and playfully squeezed. Sensing her intimate programs initialize at such passionate contact, her hands drifted to her button blouse to expose herself to him...<br /> <br /> &quot;Who are you?!&quot;<br /> <br /> Andromeda jolted on hearing Danu's stern question from outside the staff before she visibly winced as the man-turned-combat synthetic humanoid woman turned to stare intently at the tall, slender gynoid born as NVA-10; the woman named after the mother goddess of Celtic myth had been first activated the same day as the blonde once-rogue. &quot;Hey, Danu! You mind?! I'm kissing my girl here!&quot;<br /> <br /> Danu's own grey eyes went wide with both surprise and confusion...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> In the train station lobby, a taller than average beauty with the body of a serious athlete, blessed with silvery-blue hair allowed to flow loose to mid-back, gazed upon the one Daikoku-built combat gynoid and the long-lost Dynadrive personal companion gynoid built for a customer in Riga who had been deliberately sacrificed to attract the Japanese conglomerate's attention, an amused smirk on her face. Given the distance between herself and the women who went now by the identities Rhea Nightfire and Robin Wright, she doubled that neither of them would recognize her if they gazed directly at her.<br /> <br /> After all, she was &quot;dead&quot;.<br /> <br /> As far as the woman she once had as a prisoner fifteen years ago would believe.<br /> <br /> The person known to her creators as Bethlehem Steele — named in tribute to a fictional warrior gynoid from an American magazine published many years ago — was built as the perfect thinking soldier, someone capable of surviving on a modern-day battlefield against normal opponents AND dealing with intricate demands of far more unconventional situations. Financed by Dynadrive Systems with contributions from a dozen intelligence groups including the CIA, Beth was meant to be a counter to &quot;rogue&quot; AIs such as what Daikoku made use of; by the time her final design was approved two decades ago, the Japanese company was gladly delving into those realms once dominated only by nation-states in ages past. The use of Robin — known to her creators as TAL-1239 — to act as bait for one of the late Aaron Lafeyson's thirteen &quot;daughters&quot; worked perfectly, bringing the woman known these days as Nova Lafeyson into a perfect trap, Beth waiting for her.<br /> <br /> Then the little flame-haired minx '''''escaped'''''!<br /> <br /> Even worse, Beth had nearly been destroyed when Nova made her breakout.<br /> <br /> While the attempted capture was rated a strategic success — scans taken of NVA-7 went far in helping security forces keep the upper hand whenever such AIs were used in the future — Beth took such a defeat as a personal affront, something that rankled her to this day. And while it had taken time for the muscular gynoid to prepare again for another such encounter — such a period extending well past the day of the Catastrophe, when Nova just '''''vanished'''''! — the woman once known simply as DDX-14 hadn't forgot nor forgave that defeat. Thus, while still working for Dynadrive as a special consultant concerning next generation AI development, Beth kept a virtual ear to the ground, watching and waiting for the chance to once more face Nova Lafeyson to balance the score.<br /> <br /> Keeping tabs on Robin's movements had gone far to ensure this day would come.<br /> <br /> And lo and behold, there were three of Nova's own sisters:<br /> <br /> Rhea Nightfire, also known as NVA-4. Japanese in looks despite her being named after one of the Titans of ancient Greek myth, she suffered much in the way of personal misfortune; no doubt, this was influenced by her specific unit number, one whose translations in the eastern Asiatic languages always rhymed with the local words for &quot;death&quot; itself.<br /> <br /> Danu Stormwind, born as NVA-10. The tomboy of the thirteen gynoid children of Aaron Lafeyson, she often projected the image of the gentle giant even if she was as lethal a killer as any of her kin. While not the most attractive of the lot, Danu was a very dependable person, having earned quite the reputation as an independent mercenary in the wake of Daikoku's collapse.<br /> <br /> And the dark child of Lafeyson's daughters, NVA-9, Andromeda Kincaid. Vaulted into full sentience AFTER her unique personality matrix had developed — and in a very sloppy way at that — she once gone rogue, going so far as to nearly kill an intimate acquaintance of Nova's in Texas shortly after the flame-haired gynoid's encounter with Beth, something that affected her right to this...<br /> <br /> Eh?<br /> <br /> What the...?<br /> <br /> Oh, hell, no...!<br /> <br /> Not HER...!<br /> <br /> What on Earth was '''''she''''' doing here?!<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Jason...is ALIVE?!&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova shuddered as she tried not to allow such a shocking revelation to cause even her intricate central processors to freeze up at such an unbelievable revelation.<br /> <br /> Sitting in hers and Ariel's share guest room, the flame-haired warrior gynoid was now staring at an archived copy of a police report from San Antonio dated from over fifteen years ago, shortly before her creator's suicide in the wake of her near-destruction at the hands of one Mishima Ken'ichi defending a VERY ungrateful Mugoi Hyōgen. A single male in his twenties, found in a coma thanks to traumatic blood loss from massive injuries to the head and body, almost on the point to where he couldn't be saved...<br /> <br /> ...and yet he LIVED!<br /> <br /> Shaking her head as she mentally cursed herself for not going to check up on what had happened to Jason Matting after her memories of that horrible night in Texas were restored at Ariel's order, Nova read on. Said person had been taken right into emergency surgery to stabilize him, but the blood loss had caused some mental damage and his injuries resulted in the amputation of both legs above the knee and one arm just below the shoulder. While he had been recovering, he had been identified as a &quot;person of special interest&quot; by the FBI — as requested by the '''''Royal Canadian Mounted Police''''' of all agencies! — then remanded into federal custody for eventual transfer to a private clinic in the town of Victoria in Ontario.<br /> <br /> Sitting back in her chair, a stunned half-laugh escaped Nova as her mind processed that data. The name of that border town was the clue she needed to realize what ultimately befell Jason. Victoria was the rumoured home base of none other than '''''George Andrews''''' himself; the famous ex-Army cybernetics specialist was born there and the research foundation bearing his name was headquartered in that very town. Nova knew through Ariel that there had been attempts by Daikoku — using human personnel as the use of AIs was seen as far too risky — to probe the Andrews Foundation and learn its many tantalizing secrets, much less the location of its founder. Such missions failed spectacularly...and eventually, they would be suspended a year before the Catastrophe as more pressing issues concerning increasing anti-Daikoku terrorist attacks — no doubt clandestinely supported by agencies like the CIA — began to badly affect company operations wholesale.<br /> <br /> In the years after the near-destruction of Neo-Tōkyō, information concerning the Foundation's actions in support of Daikoku's destruction began to circulate in the dark recesses of the Internet. Synthetic humanoid agents built to a radically-different design than what was standard among AI developers even these days had been specially prepared by Andrews' group to help fight against Daikoku and other such &quot;rogue&quot; megacorporations, enjoying virtually unlimited success. Nova's own masters suffered an even worse culling of senior executives in the wake of the death of Mugoi Hyōgen by one supposed Andrews syth warrior, known only by an ominous code-name which became as feared among Daikoku leaders as that of the Black Prince: '''''Hōfuku'''''.<br /> <br /> '''''Nemesis'''''.<br /> <br /> While what images of this being often showed a very beautiful part-Oriental woman appearing to be Nova's physical age, this warrior had shredded bodies to a scale that supposedly made even the most rabid serial killer weep.<br /> <br /> And ALL her targets had been either Daikoku executives working in the seedier side of things or their more loyal underlings.<br /> <br /> Among them were Mugoi Hyōgen's brother Hitoku, slain along with their mother Azumi — who, while not an actual Daikoku employee, had been quite the social mover and shaker in company circles thanks to her sons' work in the conglomerate — almost a year after the vice-president's murder by Aaron Lafeyson.<br /> <br /> The very same incident where poor Mishima Ken'ichi's sword Onibocho — claimed as a prize after Nova's Pyrrhic victory against the poor man — was stolen from the Mugoi residence near Neo-Tōkyō.<br /> <br /> While Nova's own intimate friend didn't look anything like the deadly Nemesis by any stretch of the imagination — it still struck her odd to think of Jason as her &quot;lover&quot; or &quot;boyfriend&quot; since their times together had been so brief and had ended so bloody thanks to Andromeda's tragic malfunction — one thing the gynoid had learned in her decade or so on the move with her old boss was that one of the Wise Master's discoveries over the years was how to directly transfer the electrical impulses of the human brain into synthetic media.<br /> <br /> Such granting a form of digitized '''''immortality''''' in a way.<br /> <br /> Had Jason undergone such a process...?<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;No! No! Jason-sama, please! Go back to Heaven...AH!&quot;<br /> <br /> Andromeda giggled as Janna's finger gently pressed into Rhea's clitoris, making the raven-haired gynoid gasp in near-ecstasy as the man-turned-sythetic woman began to stimulate her. As a wide-eyed Robin hugged Danu closely while they watched their companion's lover/mistress play with their group's leader, the raven-haired woman clicked her tongue. &quot;Lucky thing these private train cabins are sound-proofed...&quot;<br /> <br /> Rhea groaned in delight as that probing finger gently manipulated her love button, sending a storm of raw lust into the brunette warrior gynoid's very soul. As she gladly pulled apart her own shirt to reveal her own considerable chest — barely masked by a stylish sports bra — Andromeda leaned in to hungrily kiss the side of Janna's neck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. &quot;Oh, Mistress! We'll all be together at last! You, me, Nova, the others...!&quot;<br /> <br /> The blonde's voice was cut off as Janna's lips again caught hers while the syth field warrior's fingers probed into the moaning Rhea's opening to stimulate even further. Observing this from the side, Danu shuddered as her own intimate programming began to react at the sight of the growing orgy with her sisters and the reborn Jason Matting — saved by the mercy of the Wise Master himself even if he had to endure gender reassignment to seek her own vengeance against Daikoku for effectively taking his old life from him — while Robin hugged her from one side; during their time on the move to avoid capture by unscrupulous AI salvagers who'd kill to get their hands on what could be seen as state-of-the-art Daikoku tech, the two gynoids had become quite close.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Robin...?&quot;<br /> <br /> The Dynadrive-born personal companion jolted. &quot;Wh-what is it, Miss Janna...?&quot;<br /> <br /> A pair of deep hazel eyes focused on her own blue orbs. &quot;Danu-chan looks a little bothered there. You might want to give her a very INTIMATE...&quot; — here, her voice dripped to a sensuous purr that nearly made Rhea's orgasm programming trip over, it was THAT lustful — &quot;...examination.&quot;<br /> <br /> As Danu's pale cheeks reddened to the shade of cherries, Robin hummed. &quot;You're right, Miss Janna! I need to make sure Danu is functioning perfectly.&quot;<br /> <br /> Said gynoid awked. &quot;Wh-what?! W-wait...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Her voice was cut off as Robin's lips warmly caressed her own...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, Janna, baby...we're back together again...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Six cabins away, a mostly-nude Bethlehem groaned as her own fingers probed into her quite wet womanhood, her free hand caressing one of her breasts as the many images of the several times she had been close to the technosexual man-turned-synthetic warrior woman during the years after the Catastrophe helping clean up the many scattered remnants of Daikoku executives and corporate warfare forces to ensure the rogue megacorporation could never rise again.<br /> <br /> Like all of her company's products, the woman born DDX-14 had been programmed to be as much a lover as a fighter; in that way, she was really no different than the three NVAs in the nearby cabin, not to mention their sister who was Bethlehem's current target. While such hadn't been seen as a priority function for a person like Beth, it was still a welcome ability in the eyes of normal people with whom she had partnered with in such jobs that spanned the globe.<br /> <br /> It was during that time that Beth had made the acquaintance of Janna Matting, AKA Andrews Foundation Unit 86F002H/S-G, AKA Nemesis.<br /> <br /> Even if the person born Jason Matting was a synthetic humanoid — a being who, while built using silicate-based materials, was internally really no different than a pure-born organic human; such made George Andrews' personal creations a sort of intermediary step between organics and standard mechanical-type AIs — Beth could ALWAYS admire a fellow warrior.<br /> <br /> Especially since Janna hadn't even blinked once on learning that Beth had been born as DDX-14.<br /> <br /> The several times they had made passionate love to each other while working together hunting down rogue Daikoku &quot;suits&quot; and their mercenary allies wanting to distance themselves from the defunct megacorporation proved THAT beyond a shadow of a doubt.<br /> <br /> Even better, sweet Janna was obviously moving to take her own vengeance on Nova Lafeyson.<br /> <br /> After all, when she was just Jason, Janna had been targeted by Nova's then-rogue sister Andromeda, nearly beaten to death along the way; it was ultimately because of that incident that Jason had BECOME Janna!<br /> <br /> And now...<br /> <br /> Now...<br /> <br /> Beth purred as she reached over to her travel bag, her hand probing one cargo pocket to pull out a very high density micro-USB card, one she had prepared personally for an instance like this.<br /> <br /> Said USB card carried the latest DNA-scanning loyalty lock programming.<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll be yours at last, Janna...dear Mistress...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Meowing in anticipation, the raven-haired warrior gynoid pressed a finger deep into her navel to open her abdominal hatch.<br /> <br /> Once the issue with Nova was dealt with, Beth would gladly surrender herself to Janna.<br /> <br /> And then...<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> Oh, the '''''possibilities'''''...!<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> An old fashioned telephone rang, causing Rick to look over from his computer before he tapped a control to bring up caller ID. Noting what was written there, his eyes went wide before he looked over. &quot;Melissa?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, Rick?&quot; the motherly-looking gynoid at the nearby kitchenette called back.<br /> <br /> &quot;Could you step out of the room for a moment, please? Private call.&quot;<br /> <br /> A smile responded even if the retired customer service representative was quick to note the concerned look on her face. &quot;Of course, Rick. Excuse me, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> Then, with a perfectly programmed curtsy, she headed out of the room. Sighing as he wished once more for the more annoying parts of his past life to kindly go away once and for all so he could live out his semi-retirement in peace, he then tapped a button to open the link while his other hand put a wireless earphone into his lobe. &quot;Hey, Chisato. How're things in Victoria?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You're going to curse me in a moment, Rick,&quot; a polite woman's voice called back.<br /> <br /> &quot;I know Janna’s coming to see Nova, Chisato. That was a no-brainer.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It gets even more interesting.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh? How so?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Beth Steele is on the same train Janna's travelling on with Andromeda, Rhea, Danu and Robin.&quot;<br /> <br /> His eyebrow arched. &quot;I don't...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Dynadrive's prototype warrior gynoid? The one '''''Nova''''' once fought? The very girl who helped everyone learn as much as we could concerning Aaron's daughters?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick's eyes went wide before a moan escaped him. &quot;Oh, crap! Is she STILL wanting a rematch with Nova?!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;By the looks of it.&quot;<br /> <br /> He moaned. &quot;Oh, hell...!&quot;<br /> <br /> To Be Continued...!<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Transformation]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Nova_At_Hotel_Automata_II&diff=151475 2021-03-29T21:01:31Z

<p>Gorgo: Added category listing</p> <hr /> <div>{| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot;<br /> |'''''There are shemale androids in this chapter'''''<br /> |}<br /> <br /> [[A Nova At Hotel Automata|Previous Chapter]]<br /> <br /> '''PART TWO'''<br /> <br /> &quot;Goshujin-sama actually '''''cried'''''...?&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova tried not to physically wince on hearing her long-time lover/companion call their ultimate host THAT. &quot;Yes, he did,&quot; the flame-haired gynoid replied as she gently squeezed Ariel's hand. &quot;You heard what Angela and Alex said about how Rick views sentient AIs like us. Even if allowing himself to become Amy's new master stopped her malfunction, he still felt it wrong to force himself on her.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that, the former senior business executive blinked as she fought down the growing urge in her sexual systems to go find the man she was now flatly convinced was the deadly &quot;black prince&quot; who had done so much to see Daikoku rendered weak and vulnerable before the Catastrophe and submit herself fully to the man. &quot;I see...&quot; she said as her own violet eyes misted over.<br /> <br /> Gazing on the woman who had come to mean so much to her over the past decade and more, Nova then reached over to squeeze the petite brunette's shoulder. &quot;Ariel...do you WANT Rick to be your owner?&quot;<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> More silence.<br /> <br /> Still more silence.<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> Ariel blinked several times as the idea of being the personal possession of a man like Rick Thomas — polite to a fault, gentle and compassionate beyond belief, very intelligent, quite attractive regardless of his physical disability — then her cheeks turned quite red as she hugged herself.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, the TEMPTATION...!&quot; she breathed out as she got up, hugging herself as she walked over to the window to gaze upon the surrounding cityscape. A quick glance by Nova to the area of her lover's nexus showed how aroused the highly-modified sexbot was at such a possibility. &quot;Nova, if he would ask me to be his, I would be his in an instant! Yet...&quot; She sniffed. &quot;I can't abandon you or the others.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We can all accept it, Ariel,&quot; Nova soothed.<br /> <br /> The brunette gazed over her shoulder at the other woman. &quot;What about your feelings for Jason?&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova stiffened instantly on hearing that name before she blinked herself as her blue eyes teared. Only Ariel had the right to raise the subject of Jason Matting to her even if it had been over fifteen years since his death thanks to Nova's then-malfunctioning sister Andromeda during a rather ugly rogue retrieval mission in San Antonio a year prior to her meeting Ariel for the first time. As he had done several times before his own suicide, Nova's creator/father Aaron Lafeyson had mercifully suppressed her memories of holding the dying man in her arms after she pounded Andromeda into submission, he vowing his love for her with his dying breath. Memories which would be restored at Ariel's direct command, resulting in Nova spending a week in the other gynoid's arms weeping as she strove to overcome the many past traumas of her first missions for Daikoku.<br /> <br /> It was one of many things the woman born NVA-7 felt grateful when it came to her sister gynoid born ANG-9.<br /> <br /> &quot;Jason will always be part of me, Ariel,&quot; she then confessed. &quot;But you're a much greater part of me, even more so than Robin or my sisters. I want YOU to be happy. And I know you're tired of wandering like this. I didn't suspect it when you first moved to have our rendezvous here, but now I realize you DID choose this place because of Rick himself. I reacted the same way when I first learned of him and what he had to do for the girls here at the hotel...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;He's the Black Prince.&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova stopped. &quot;Hŭg'in'wangja-nim?!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;He's either the one who was in charge or worked with that person. I wasn't sure of it at first, but when he told you he was with CSIS and worked in Sŏul before the Catastrophe, it just solidified it for me.&quot;<br /> <br /> The other woman considered that for a moment, calling up all the memory files she had concerning Daikoku's many failed operations in the recently-reunited Republic of Korea in that bloody half-decade before Neo-Tōkyō was nearly vaporized, then put all of them through a detailed analysis protocol to see where her lover was going with her train of logic. After a moment, she blinked. &quot;Our escape?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Not just ours,&quot; Ariel noted. &quot;EVERY sentient AI owned by Daikoku was well clear of Neo-Tōkyō before the warhead struck the complex. You and I were in Shin-Ōsaka then, helping set up a private repair facility for all of us, remember?&quot; At Nova's nod, the raven-haired gynoid looked out the window again. &quot;Remember what people like Rhea, Danu, Meda and Robin said just after it happened? How they got private messages from different sources advising them that we needed help in Shin-Ōsaka?&quot;<br /> <br /> The flame-haired woman blinked before she laid back on the bed. &quot;You think Rick sent those messages?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;In his personal blog, he confesses to have always had a thing for sentient AIs,&quot; her old boss reminded her. &quot;While we never had proof positive about it, I'M sure CSIS was supported on the sly by Professor Andrews' organization.&quot; As Nova gaped at her, Ariel shook her head. &quot;I knew as much about the man as you did, Nova.&quot;<br /> <br /> A faint nod answered her. Professor George Andrews, late of the Canadian Army's Corps of Royal Canadian Electrical and Mechanical Engineers, was the man who had come up with a detailed AI sentience classification system that came into vogue over the years. Using a grading system lettered from A to G, the Andrews Scale of Artificial Intelligence was the benchmark of measurement when it came to giving sentient AIs like Ariel Diamond and Nova Lafeyson civil and legal rights; the by-letter owner of Hotel Astra, Susan Descharme, was graded a Class G — in effect, as human as an AI could be — and could do most things organics could do even if she still needed an &quot;owner of record&quot; in one Rick Thomas.<br /> <br /> While Daikoku had tried to tear apart Canada to capture the native of Stelton in hopes of seizing his own knowledge for their own use — failing each time — the man who resembled a younger version of the famous actor Vincent Price hadn't been seen in over two decades since he published his seminal work on AI development.<br /> <br /> In fact, many these days believed him to be a mere '''''urban legend'''''...<br /> <br /> Both women perked as the telephone on the desk rang. Walking over, Ariel tapped the control. &quot;Hello?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I see I was somewhat found out.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing the amused voice of their host made both gynoids blush...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;There never WAS a Black Prince?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick shook his head after placing his coffee cup down, then he smiled as his personal chef Melissa Drayton moved to refill same. &quot;No. The name was used in an operation MI6's people in Sŏul wanted to carry out to whisk the Imperial Family out of Japan and to safety in Korea, preventing them from becoming hostages to Osato and his subordinates when it started becoming clear even to them that the rest of the world was ganging up to shut Daikoku down. When one of the field agents who were captured by your people let out the name in interrogation and it began being bandied about in Neo-Tōkyō, we elected to play along with it.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel and Nova hummed. All three were currently in their host's top-floor apartment enjoying breakfast; even if both gynoids could go without any sort of matter intake to help maintain their internal systems for days, Rick had a strong sense of propriety to ensure that two esteemed lady guests would not head out on the town from his establishment without proper nourishment. &quot;You clearly didn't have anything to do with the Catastrophe,&quot; the raven-haired sexbot-turned-executive mused before sipping her tea. &quot;Was it you that found a way to get all of Daikoku's AIs like Nova and myself out of Neo-Tōkyō before it happened?&quot;<br /> <br /> A sour look crossed his face. &quot;I didn't know details about it, but I did know that something big was planned to follow the evacuation of the Heavenly Sovereign and his family from the Gosho in Kyōto. What I did know was that a week before it happened, our station was ordered to find ways to contact everyone like you two — not to mention those organics who were judged as not being complicit in many of the atrocities that Daikoku had unleashed across Asia, especially in the southeast — to get out of the city as quick as possible.&quot; He pointed at Ariel. &quot;That's when we learned what you really were, Ariel. That surprised us a lot.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It was necessary,&quot; Nova explained, making Ariel blush. &quot;After Mugoi's death, it was decided that a totally logical, rational hand was needed when it came to managing covert operations. By then, Ariel had served as personal administrative assistant to President Osato himself for two years. He trusted her more than he did his own senior board of executives, so her becoming chief of the whole works — once a proper false identity was made for her — was logical in the end.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We noticed that,&quot; he admitted. &quot;Innocent bystander casualties dropped to near-zero after Ariel took over.&quot; He gave the woman in question an approving look, making the diminutive brunette blush madly at that praise.<br /> <br /> &quot;It was just a sloppy way of doing business,&quot; she confessed.<br /> <br /> Chuckles escaped the others in the room save one Amy Wong, who was reclining on the beautiful master bed nearby gazing intently at some of her new master's photo albums. Glancing towards the transgender gynoid for a moment, Rick then sighed before sipping his coffee. &quot;Rick, it wasn't your fault,&quot; Nova advised on seeing that. &quot;The whole situation with Amy and those like her just didn't chime.&quot;<br /> <br /> As the raven-haired twenty-something &quot;trap&quot; looked over her shoulder at the two elder gynoids, Rick sighed. &quot;Yes, I know. I just don't like being thrust into a situation where I'm seen as effectively taking over Uncomsys by proxy because I'm the effective owner-of-record of its acting COO.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Is there any hope for Mr. Descharme?&quot; Ariel wondered.<br /> <br /> He shook his head. &quot;Can't tell. Dhe drifts in and out of consciousness all the time.&quot; As he did for the transgender gynoid he &quot;owned&quot;, Rick addressed the person whom Uncomsys Series X Unit 711 — or &quot;Georgia Descharme&quot; as dhe went by these days — with the modified pronouns that first came out in a classic science fiction novel about the societal impacts of gender identity ages ago. &quot;Dhe's got a crack team of nurses watching over the fellow, but dhe isn't anywhere close to being well enough to allow dher other self to be able to live here full-time with dher wife.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Romantic!&quot; Ariel teased, toasting him with her cup.<br /> <br /> Chuckles escaped the others before a knock echoed from the main door. Melissa perked before heading over, opening it before she sighed. &quot;Come in, Charlene. She's right over there.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick's guests turned to see a very beautiful woman appearing to be about thirty or so; a quick switch to thermal sight revealed what she really was. &quot;Oh, Rick, please forgive us!&quot; the pale silver-eyed blonde moaned as she came up to warmly envelop his head in her quite voluminous superstructure; seeing those impressive breasts, a very tiny twang of jealousy shot through the minds of the two Japanese-built gynoids as they realized that both of theirs didn't come close to ONE of the newcomer's. &quot;I was monitoring Amy's programming, then she got away from me...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Okay! Okay! Knock it off with the dumb bimbo act, Charlene!&quot; he groaned even if he returned her embrace.<br /> <br /> A pout crossed the newcomer's face. &quot;Rick! For God's sake, I'm PROGRAMMED to act that way!&quot; she said as she pulled back from him, giving him an annoyed look before an impish grin turned her lips up before she leaned in to warmly kiss him on the lips.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, you don't have to be Uncomsys' 'blonde cheerleader' around me, alright!&quot; he declared after they pulled apart, motioning with his hand to have Amy come over to join them.<br /> <br /> &quot;But I want to!&quot; she cutely whined.<br /> <br /> More laughter escaped the others as Rick shook his head...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Charlene Morton was famous throughout the world of AI manufacturer as the &quot;blond cheerleader&quot; of United Computing Systems. While not possessing any sort of mechanical aptitude or business acumen, she was a marketing genius who would have faced insane monetary attempts at buying out her labour from ScenariCorp atop clandestine approaches to coerce or outright kidnap her by Daikoku. Fortunately for her, by the time she had started to make a name for herself as one of Uncomsys' bevy of passionate executives ready to take on the whole world, the company forged in hot fire by Osato Sanshirō was a shattered wreck and its would-be competition built on the single-minded genius of James Peters was teetering on the brink of total collapse.<br /> <br /> Of course, she would be felled eventually by a viral COVID-like infection about a year before.<br /> <br /> Fortunately, the people who led Uncomsys — taking into account both the selfish madness that dominated Daikoku AND the too-personal nature of the leadership of ScenariCorp — had prepared for such an eventuality.<br /> <br /> The Series X 700 model sentient administrative assistant — the &quot;awake&quot; Charlene was Unit 705 — had been built especially for that reason.<br /> <br /> Taking advantage of the laxing laws concerning sentient AIs — where such beings could do most things organics did, though they needed an organic &quot;owner of record&quot; to serve as ultimate guarantor of their every action — Charlene and her peers were quick to step in and take control of their creators' company when necessity demanded, keeping it on a steady course as the founders struggled to recover.<br /> <br /> But there had been problems...<br /> <br /> &quot;So you're getting close, too?&quot;<br /> <br /> Charlene blushed as she felt the retired customer service representative's gaze fall on them as everyone relaxed under a blooming cherry blossom tree in the city park about two kilometres from the hotel. Rick had suggested coming here since said trees were native to Japan — they had actually been planted there by the local branch of Daikoku decades before — and it would give both Ariel and Nova a sense of peace and contentment while he moved to deal with the situation concerning Amy Wang. Fortunately for them, few were out in the park today, so if something intimate had to happen, they could do it with ease here.<br /> <br /> &quot;Pretty close,&quot; the blonde administrative gynoid said, nodding as her cute raven-haired assistant hugged her from one side, gazing warmly at the woman she had been specifically built to serve. &quot;Unless the other me finally recovers, I can't see myself operating like this for more than two months before I'd be driven to seek out a new master. My programming is not as degraded as Georgia's was when you rescued dher, but it's starting to get there.&quot;<br /> <br /> He sighed. &quot;Oh, swell. Lucky thing I passed it on to the authorities about what was going on with you guys.&quot; On seeing Charlene's silver eyes widen in surprise, Rick waved her down. &quot;Relax! I had Georgia explain the whole situation and all the safeguards your other-selves put into this whole thing before it had to be executed. As long as you or the others at Uncomsys don't do anything stupid, the authorities will gladly look the other way.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Aren't there concerned about hacking?&quot; Nova wondered.<br /> <br /> &quot;The loyalty lock programs that were developed after the first big instance of mass hacking into ScenariCorp-programmed AIs were designed from the start to lock in on a person's very DNA code — the '''''whole''''' genetic code, including all chromosomes that make a person unique — to ensure it couldn't be effectively hacked, Nova,&quot; Charlene explained. &quot;Even identical twins have slight differences in their total genetic sequence that can be noticed by the programs. This is also the reason that the best way to engage the loyalty lock is through sexual intercourse.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Full sample of one's genome through one's sperm or vaginal tissue,&quot; Ariel concluded. &quot;Effectively fail-safe system.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;There are ways to spoof it using blood samples taken from someone,&quot; Rick noted. &quot;It's just difficult to the point where people are convinced it's easier to brute-force a change of command protocols instead.&quot; He then reached over to gently squeeze Charlene's hand. &quot;Or we have a natural degredation of one's protocol programming to the point where the person in question...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;...is forced to seek a new master or mistress to maintain programming stability,&quot; Ariel finished, nodding in approval. &quot;Daikoku was exploring a similar concept given how some AIs were going rogue. It never got far before everything was destroyed by the USSF.&quot; As Charlene and Amy gave her sympathetic looks, the sexbot-turned-business executive waved them down. &quot;Please, I'm long over it...&quot;<br /> <br /> Someone's personal communications unit then dinged. &quot;Yeah, it's me, Georgia,&quot; Charlene then called out to nowhere in particular. &quot;Amy's alright; Rick got to her.&quot; She then blinked as her boss's voice echoed in her central processors. &quot;Right, right. We'll be back at the complex in four-point-six hours. See you then, hot stuff!&quot; As Amy giggled, the blonde gave her friend's guests apologetic looks. &quot;Sorry to meet and run, but business has to get done.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Do your best,&quot; Nova hailed.<br /> <br /> Hugs and kisses were exchanged, then the Uncomsys executive and her personal assistant headed towards the limousine they had used to come to the park from the hotel. Rick watched them go, a satisfied look on his face. That was quickly noticed by Ariel and Nova. &quot;You planned that?&quot; the latter asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Necessary,&quot; he quietly answered; even if there was enough distance between he and his friend, there was a need to be cautious. &quot;If you ladies will be willing to assist me in a bit, you might help save a life or two.&quot;<br /> <br /> The two Japanese-built gynoids blinked in confusion...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;So you actually served as a beta tester for '''''Sunnyhaven'''''?!&quot;<br /> <br /> A wide-eyed Nova blinked as her processors took that information in while she and her companion followed their host in his motorized wheelchair down one of the side streets of the city's central business district. &quot;For six whole months,&quot; Rick admitted with a slight flush on his face. &quot;This was just before ScenariCorp began scaling back all its major operations and the whole project was shut down.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Eight years ago,&quot; Ariel noted. &quot;How was it?&quot;<br /> <br /> A chuckle answered her. &quot;For any heterosexual or bisexual person, it was pure heaven,&quot; he admitted. &quot;For me, it was a needed letdown after Sŏul.&quot;<br /> <br /> The two Daikoku gynoids nodded. &quot;You quit from CSIS because of the Catastrophe,&quot; Ariel said.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yeah!&quot; he affirmed, a touch of pain in his voice. &quot;I wanted to see your bosses put on trial for all their crimes, not turned into radioactive dust. I'm aware of how people in the Orient view death and how it affects one's karma.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel and Nova exchanged knowing looks. Indeed, the mass slaughter of so many would be seen by the &quot;true believers&quot; among their former masters as cleansing their souls of sin, allowing them to pass into the afterlife untainted by whatever crimes they committed in this life. While many beyond Daikoku fervently believed that people such as Osamu Sanshirō were now suffering in Hell, there WERE movements active inside Japan to see the kami of the Catastrophe honoured in a proper way that would make the company's victims scream in outrage, sensing that &quot;apologists&quot; were moving to make people like Osamu look like '''''victims'''''!<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Rick!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Cody!&quot;<br /> <br /> Both women were shaking out of their introspection on seeing a very effeminate man appearing to be Nova's physical age peek out of the double doors of his shop; a glance at the marquee revealed it was a used AI salvage depot. Possessing very pale pink-tinged blond hair allowed to flow down to mid-back, blue eyes and tanned skin, he could easily make himself look like a woman with the right clothes. &quot;Same model as Amy?&quot; Ariel asked after noting what &quot;she&quot; really was.<br /> <br /> &quot;Pretty much so even if he identifies as male,&quot; Rick stated before allowing the shopkeeper to warmly hug him. &quot;Hey! How's my favourite rescuer doing?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Wishing I could just retire from this business and be with you full time, Master,&quot; Cody Jenkins said with a playful wink before he reached over to gently grasp Ariel's hand, bowing over it to give her a courtly kiss, such making her blush. &quot;Sempai-tachi, you honour my humble establishment with your presence.&quot; As he greeted Nova the same way — earning him another set of rosy cheeks from the flame-haired warrior gynoid — he then waved them inside. &quot;Hopefully, you won't come to my establishment in the way these poor unfortunates did. Come in, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> Walking side, both gynoids nodded in approval at the cleanliness and orderly nature of the interior. Those fully-intact AIs that were on display for resale were dressed plainly; there was not a nude body in sight. Whatever separated body parts were displayed were shown in a way to not provoke any feelings of horror or intimidation; naturally, no sexual organs were on public display. &quot;Very nice,&quot; Nova breathed out, nodding in approval. &quot;When did Rick become your master?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;A week after he effectively took control of Hotel Astra,&quot; Cody stated. &quot;I was the only Uncomsys unit willing to stay in contact with Susan and her friends after Daniel Desmond's trial. Thank God that there was no major systems breakdown on any of the people until Rick got there and later had Gillian purchased to be the on-site tech.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Good for you, Sensei,&quot; Ariel declared, making their host blush on being called '''''that''''', then she leaned down to hug Rick from behind. &quot;Hey, Nova, did you come to the same conclusion as I just did?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How so, Ariel?&quot; Nova playfully asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;That Sensei here privately contacted our wonderful host's friend privately to make sure no one else from Uncomsys finds out about his incredible find when it comes to the '''''Lost 3K'''''?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Indeed I did, Chief!&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick and Cody laughed...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Pria...long time, no see...&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel squeezed Rick's shoulders as he reached up to brush away the relieved tears appearing in his eyes. &quot;She's not the one you really care for, is she?&quot; the sexbot-turned-business executive quietly asked as Nova walked around the examination table to gaze intently on the discretely-veiled woman lying there.<br /> <br /> &quot;No, but she was one of the many friends I made among the people at Sunnyhaven when I was there,&quot; he confessed as he reached over to squeeze the still gynoid's hand, noting it was warm indicating some internal systems were on. &quot;Where did your friends find her, Cody?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Actually, close to the Sunnyhaven site,&quot; Cody admitted as he reached into his latest &quot;patient's&quot; nexus to tap two hidden switches to flip open the back of her skull, where there were programming ports and removable memory disk slots. &quot;No physical damage, but she was almost totally out of charge; lucky thing she hid herself in a place where people who'd normally try to search the place for any sort of 'treasure' would find her. Near as I can figure, she walked there from wherever Derek Peters stashed her group of the Lost 3K to make sure the old site was cleared out of anything valuable. Even if it's been five years since ScenariCorp's final collapse, a lot of their stuff is still top-of-the-line.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Especially anything James himself built or programmed,&quot; Rick noted.<br /> <br /> Nova hummed. &quot;Pria looks like a standard GySys unit by her ear and body shape, Rick.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She was, but James himself specially modified her to serve multiple rôles like he did a lot of the girls he had selected for staff at Sunnyhaven,&quot; the retired customer service representative noted as he pulled out a palmtop computer, extending a micro-USB cord to insert into the top of Pria Walsh's double bank of special programming ports above the upper of her three memory disk slots. As Ariel and Nova politely looked away, he tapped into one special file before typing in a couple very intricate password codes. &quot;Okay, I'm ready here...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Right,&quot; Cody said as he tapped a control to connect the gynoid's primary power source to all her systems.<br /> <br /> A pair of dark hazel eyes snapped open, the inner irises glowing a dark red shade to indicate she was now in basic diagnostic mode. &quot;''Sce-na-ri-Corp...U-nit...Three-Three-Es-Nine...Pri-a...Walsh...pri-ma-ry...sys-tems...ac-ti-va-ted'',&quot; she declared in a voice that was surprisingly warm even if it spoke in metered lock-step. &quot;''Ad-vanced...func-tions...in-ac-tive. Spe-cial...pro-gram-ming...port...Al-pha...con-nec-ted...to...port-a-ble...palm-top...u-nit. Please...en-ter...spe-cial...se-cu-ri-ty...pass-code...to...en-gage...ad-vanced...func-tions.''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Bless you, Nessa!&quot; Rick hissed as he tapped a very complex string of codes.<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> More silence.<br /> <br /> Still more silence.<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> &quot;Damn...about time...&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova and Ariel looked as Cody's newest guest began to breathe in fresh air to ensure her internal systems would remain cool and not overheat. Finding herself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling, the woman who had spent her first day after final initial activation pretending to be a new hire for ScenariCorp's program development team — such was actually a test of her sleeper programming systems as well as those of a sister unit who would later become Pria's full-time lover, Althea Dailey — blinked before she sensed someone grasping her hand. Looking left, her hazel eyes then went wide with disbelief. &quot;Rick...?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, stranger,&quot; he teased as he reached over to pull out the USB cable so Pria's beautifully bobcut black hair could be restored. &quot;Haven't seen a pretty lady like you in ages. Where the hell have you been all this time?&quot;<br /> <br /> An apologetic look responded. &quot;Hiding.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick sighed. &quot;I rather figured as much...&quot;<br /> <br /> [[A Nova At Hotel Automata III|To Be Continued]]...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Quick translation list:<br /> <br /> '''Goshujin-sama''' (御主人様) — Master.<br /> <br /> '''Gosho''' (御所) — Literally &quot;imperial place&quot;, this is the proper name of the Kyōto Imperial Palace as located above; its counterpart in Tōkyō is known as the '''Kōkyo''' (皇居), meaning &quot;imperial palace&quot;.<br /> <br /> '''Dhe''' — The nominative (subject) pronoun used for fems/shemales in ''Shadow Man''.<br /> <br /> '''Tachi''' (達) — A plural marker used in Japanese, similar to the English final &quot;'''-s'''&quot; letter ending to nouns.<br /> <br /> '''Sensei''' (先生) — Literally &quot;born earlier&quot;, this is the standard honorific used for teachers or others who are capable of imparting knowledge to other people.<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Shemalebot]]<br /> [[Category:Robotic voice]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Nova_At_Hotel_Automata&diff=151474 2021-03-29T21:00:48Z

<p>Gorgo: Added category listing</p> <hr /> <div>{| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot;<br /> |'''''There is a shemale android in this chapter'''''<br /> |}<br /> <br /> '''''A Nova at Hotel Automata'''''<br /> <br /> by Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on characters and situations created by [[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]] and [[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]], also referencing situations created by [[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]].<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Good evening! Welcome to Hotel Astra!&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that friendly hail from the dusky-skinned woman manning the front desk, the bespectacled woman with the cobalt-shaded raven hair and violet eyes came up, a small bundle of papers and her passport in hand. &quot;I have a reservation for the next week or so,&quot; she promptly announced, her voice a mixture of accents. &quot;Ariel Diamond and companion?&quot;<br /> <br /> Tamara smiled as she took the passport to open it, scanning the main page as she did a visual comparison. &quot;Yes, Ms. Diamond. You asked for a single room for the next seven days. Payment was confirmed through your American Express card, so there should be no problems. Given your companion is a gynoid, would you require assistance from our on-site technician?&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel blinked in surprise before she gazed upon the woman standing beside her, who herself looked quite surprised at such an offer. &quot;No, that's not necessary,&quot; she affirmed as she gave the brothel worker-turned-hotel staff a smile of thanks. &quot;Nova's in tip-top shape. I'm sure we'll be quite fine.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She can respond in emergencies, of course,&quot; Tamara assured the new guest before she looked over. &quot;Betty?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Our new guests, Tamara?&quot; a very wholesome blonde woman with blue eyes asked as she gave Ariel and her companion a welcoming smile.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes. Room 49, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Of course. Right this way, Ms. Diamond, Ms. Lafeyson.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel and her companion nodded as they followed the blonde to the nearby elevator landings. Watching them go as her eyes danced over the former's quite trendy clothing and the more utilitarian clothes worn by the latter, Tamara could only smirk in amusement as the barely-noticeable regimented movements of the hotel's newest guest replayed in her processors.<br /> <br /> While the hotel certainly didn't discriminate between human and artificial guests, the fact that the name &quot;Ariel Diamond&quot; had registered with Tamara's owner — enough that it forced the man to make some discrete calls to people whom he hadn't identified to anyone on the premises, even his effective &quot;girl Fridays&quot; Angela and Alex — was enough to have everyone on staff be extra wary.<br /> <br /> As to the why...?<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Do you believe you've been discovered, Ariel?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question from the flame-haired combat gynoid who had been her only real companion since the Catastrophe a decade before, the sexdoll-turned-business executive who had risen to the near-pinnacle of power in Daikoku perked before she looked over, noting that Nova was gazing out at the surrounding cityscape. Smiling at the attentiveness the most successful of the NVA series was showing in keeping watch over them both, Ariel turned back to her laptop. &quot;It wouldn't surprise me if the hotel staff didn't suspect something about me,&quot; she noted. &quot;All the girls here were vaulted into full sentience by their old programming supervisor before that whole stink of a trial saw them separated from Uncomsys support for nearly a year before their new master came along.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick Thomas,&quot; the woman known originally among her creators as NVA-7C mused as the image of a middle aged-man with brown hair and blue eyes — now with a trimmed moustache and beard covering a very warm and friendly face — flashed through her internal processors. &quot;Yes, our hosts were beyond lucky to get a technosexual — and one who's quite forward-thinking if all the rumours of the man are true — as their new master and owner.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Indeed they were,&quot; Ariel noted before she perked. &quot;Oh, there's a message from Robin.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Nova instantly perk as the image of the hotel's owner-by-proxy vanished from her internal processors, replaced by that of a coquettish girl with brown hair and blue eyes, her old plasskin epidermal tissue having long been replaced by the more organic syntheskin the two Daikoku-built gynoids had as an effective birthright. &quot;How is she?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She's found Rhea, Danu and Andromeda.&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova's blue eyes went very wide on hearing that. &quot;They're alright?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;All fine. That accounts for the last of your particular model,&quot; Ariel affirmed with a relieved smile as she gave her subordinate-turned-partner a reassuring look. &quot;They're not in town yet, but are on their way. Their ETA will be two days from now.&quot;<br /> <br /> An audible sigh of relief escaped the fiery-haired gynoid warrior. &quot;Thank the Kami,&quot; she hissed out, gazing heavenward into the night sky overhead. &quot;Once we're back together again, we can find a place we can call our own and live in peace, away from all those who would see us join our creators in the afterlife.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that made Ariel slowly nod. Even if she herself still had issues when it came to understanding the concept called &quot;faith&quot;, her companion had fully embraced the Shintō religion of their land of creation as a way of seeking out a sense of inner peace withing her very human soul. That started to happen long before a &quot;tragic misfire&quot; of an American orbital defence platform saw a shard of pure depleted uranium crash down from the heavens to demolish Daikoku's world headquarters in Neo-Tōkyō a decade before, wiping out the very heart of the conglomerate who had dared to become a superpower in its own right. Such only increased exponentially over the previous ten years as Nova Lafeyson tried her best to square her beliefs with the cruel reality that now hung like Damocles' sword over those like she and Ariel Diamond. In an age where the very word &quot;Daikoku&quot; — which had once provoked fear among many worldwide — was now seen as a cursed epithet.<br /> <br /> &quot;Make love to me, Nova.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that command, Nova's perfect lips curled into a smile as she walked over while Ariel rose to welcome her into her arms, their lips desperately seeking their others as hands began attacking their clothes...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;''Rōnin''...&quot;<br /> <br /> Watching his two newest guests go at it thanks to a hidden security camera only he could access — and often restricted himself from accessing to ensure Hotel Astra wouldn't be accused of improper violations of personal space — the retired customer service representative now sitting alone in his top-floor private apartment could only sigh as he sat back in his motorized wheelchair, his mind running through what he had just overheard from Ariel and Nova.<br /> <br /> A flick of the finger allowed the hotel's enhanced security systems to passively lock in on the two gynoids within the very room he himself had stayed in a couple months ago before a wild quirk of fate allowed this particular establishment's compliment of fifty-five beautiful gynoids — all save two being veterans of several brothels in the city that were decommissioned for new construction, taken on as hotel staff by a very determined manager named Susan Descharme, a gynoid herself — become his property thanks to the DNA-recording loyalty lock system that had effectively become the one surefire means of combating systems hacking over the years. And while Rick Thomas gladly trusted all his girls with anything, the delicate nature of THIS particular situation forced him to keep things even from his two personal assistants Angela Slaed and Alex Desmond.<br /> <br /> Sure enough, the mixture of electromagnetic emissions emanating from Ariel and Nova got hits:<br /> <br /> '''SUBJ ONE: DIAMOND, ARIEL GEMMA'''<br /> <br /> '''TYPE: DAIKOKU ANG-C, UNIT 9'''<br /> <br /> '''SUBJ TWO: LAFEYSON, NOVA RAYE'''<br /> <br /> '''TYPE: DAIKOKU NVA-X, UNIT 7'''<br /> <br /> Tapping a control to turn off the internal monitors and blank the screen, Rick took a deep breath. Even if he hadn't been involved in the &quot;silent war&quot; against the Daikoku World Corporation a decade before when he served as an administration assistant with the Canadian Security Intelligence Service — this was after his half-decade of duty in His Majesty's Armed Forces — he knew a lot about the Oriental-based company which had evolved WAY beyond what any sort of multinational should have realistically been allowed to achieve in a space of twenty-odd years. A company that — while projecting the veneer of a benevolent corporation with interests in multiple fields — seemed willing to conquer and control anything and everything it touched no matter how far it reached. A company that had been responsible for multiple terrorist incidents around the Pacific Rim, was suspected in at least eight radical changes of government across southern and eastern Asia, had the blood of '''''tens of thousands''''' on its hands...!<br /> <br /> And now, one of that company's senior executives was in '''''his hotel'''''!<br /> <br /> While this might have been a concern before the &quot;tragic misfire&quot;...<br /> <br /> Rick blinked before shaking his head. ''No! Stop thinking of Ariel as a potential enemy, Thomas!'' he admonished himself, crossing his arms. ''She's cut off from any support save for Nova and her sisters soon to join her! Daikoku as an entity was wrecked a decade ago; anything that's still active would want to stay hidden to prevent the whole damned world from dropping on them...!''<br /> <br /> Shaking his head, he turned his chair around to shift it closer to his bed, quickly transferring himself onto that soft mattress; the stump of his right leg had been acting up recently, causing him to keep his prosthetic off for the last week or so. He'd worry about his two new guests in the morning; Lynn wanted to spend the night with him to properly re-affirm her loyalty lock programming...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;A Korean bath house...?&quot;<br /> <br /> Smiling at what she had found early the next morning, Nova could only take a deep breath, allowing the fresh air to cool her internal systems before she moved to undress herself before heading into the inviting combined tchimjil-bang/mog'yok-t'ang located on the hotel's ground floor not far from where she and Ariel were now staying. After slipping off her panties and sports bra to reveal her tanned body — having been made quite perfectly human years before to prevent anyone from suspecting the woman created as NVA-7 as being anything other than a perfectly normal organic female of around twenty or so; long gone were the days where she having no visible navel might have caused targets to question things — she picked up some towels, then moved to head into the washing area...<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning, Ms. Lafeyson.&quot;<br /> <br /> The barest of gasps escaped the flame-haired woman as she found herself gazing on the middle-aged man she had reflected on the previous evening before enjoying a couple of hours reaffirming her love and devotion to her former field supervisor-turned-girlfriend. &quot;Ah, Mister Th-th-Thomas,&quot; she sputtered out with quite human embarrassment, her cheeks flaming on noting he was still in considerably good shape even if his right leg was missing from mid-calf down. &quot;I'm sorry...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, relax! It's a mixed bath,&quot; he replied as he focused a pair of warm blue eyes at her, those orbs briefly glancing down at her partially-exposed body before he turned back to concentrate on cleaning his arms. &quot;Sit down and relax. You obviously know what my presence here means to the girls working here, so I'm quite used to seeing nude gynoids parade themselves in front of me.&quot;<br /> <br /> Considering that, Nova then chuckled as she moved to sit down at the cubicle next to his before straightening herself, displaying her considerable &quot;talent&quot; for him to gaze upon. Even if she wasn't actively wanting to seduce this fellow, she was quite proud of what people like her spiritual &quot;father&quot;, the late Professor Aaron Lafeyson, and his co-workers had done to make her what she was. And given that she had been in the full-time company of a sister gynoid who had been built from the start to be an intimate companion — a &quot;sexbot&quot; to use the common parlance for same; Nova knew her current host didn't care for such terms — her own sense of pride when it came to her looks had increased considerably. She loved it when people gazed at her with admiration and desire; even if she was wary about having sex with anyone outside Ariel, Robin or any of her own sister NVAs, she had been programmed from the start to be as much a lover as she was a killer.<br /> <br /> &quot;You won't have issues with your dermal tissue, will you?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question made Nova blush. &quot;It's alright, Mister Thomas. My syntheskin was specifically built to be waterproof. And I'm programmed to be quite diligent in self-maintenance.&quot; She then paused before she gave him a curious look. &quot;CSIS? RCMP?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick chuckled. &quot;The former. I was at the Sŏul station until I lost my leg.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How did it happen?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Unknown history of diabetes caught up to me one day,&quot; he wryly admitted.<br /> <br /> Nova sympathetically winced. &quot;You never thought to get a cybernetic replacement?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, didn't care for that. I've heard all the horror stories people who've done that to themselves had reported about how much the brain gets overwhelmed by too much sensory data from the artificial limb. Just a plain prosthetic leg for me.&quot; He then grimaced as he moved to soap the amputated leg down. &quot;When the stump doesn't act up, of course,&quot; he then grumbled.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hence, the motorized wheelchair I saw,&quot; she noted before taking a deep breath. &quot;Then you know about me.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rink nodded. &quot;Your fame has preceded you, Ms. Lafeyson,&quot; he calmly stated before reaching over to gently grasp her hand to give it a supportive squeeze. &quot;And while it may be fifteen years later, I am very sorry at the loss of your father.&quot; As she gave him a wide-eyed look, he gave her a light smile. &quot;He was caught in a bad situation, not realizing how far his employers were willing to go to see Daikoku become what it was. At least he prepared you — and your sisters, I hope — to survive in a very cruel world. I hope your sisters are alright.&quot;<br /> <br /> Her cheeks reddening as she came to sense he didn't care about those she had slain in Daikoku's service over a half-decade since her initial activation, she then reached over to spray herself down. &quot;We're all alive. For a couple of my sisters, it got close in places. But by the time the Catastrophe happened, we were all intact and as sentient as Father made us before he killed himself.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That was right after he eliminated Mugoi Hyōgen, right?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hai,&quot; she replied in Japanese before suddenly blushing. Seeing him wave her down in acceptance of her using her native tongue, Nova took a deep breath. &quot;I had just saved Mugoi from a rogue assassin. He nearly saw me wrecked to the point where Father couldn't rebuild me, but he was able to do that. Afterwards, Father killed the man in vengeance before taking his own life. My memories were wiped of that time...&quot; She then sniffed as her eyes teared. &quot;But Ariel was kind enough to have them restored after we became lovers.&quot; A glance was sent his way. &quot;You know who she is, I believe.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, I do. And as with you, I don't care about her past, Ms. Lafeyson...&quot;<br /> <br /> Her blush turned to one of childish embarrassment. &quot;Oji-tama! Hidoi yo! Atashi wa Nova-chan desu!&quot; she called out in a diabetic-inducing kawaii lilt as she gave him an annoyed pout.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hai! Hai! Wakarimasu, Nova-san!&quot; he called back in Nihon-go before reaching over to squeeze her shoulder in reassurance. &quot;Please, I'm Rick. As I told one of my first lovers when I came here to attend my friends' funerals, I hear 'Mister Thomas', I'm looking around for a father I've never met.&quot; As she gave him a concerned look, he added, &quot;Separated from my mother when I was a baby.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She raised you alone?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, with my grandmother, her mother.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That's good.&quot; She then gave him a wink. &quot;And they did it quite well, it seems. If all the rumours on the Internet about you and how you came to be the master of Tamara and her sisters are true.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Flatterer!&quot; he teased back before moving to spray himself down.<br /> <br /> A knock echoed at the doorway. &quot;Rick?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;C'mon in, you two!&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova turned to look as two nude women appearing to be her physical age walked into the room, they carrying towels. One was a studious-looking brunette with the most beautiful caramel brown eyes she had ever seen on a gynoid; the other was a pale-skinned slender yet busty woman with straight reddish-brown hair and golden-brown eyes. As she herself blushed on noting how much a decade and more of advancement in AI construction could produce such life-like yet effectively immortal and ethereal beauty, the studious one — Angela Slaed, Nova knew from the personal file about her at the hotel website she had read — bowed her head. &quot;«Sempai, we're more than honoured to have both yourself and your esteemed companion stay at our humble hotel,»&quot; she declared in very formal Japanese. &quot;«Please, may we humble kōhai have the pleasure to help you with your morning ablutions?»&quot;<br /> <br /> If Nova's cheeks were actual weapons, they'd be at the point of detonation, they were that red. &quot;Ah...h-hai! Dōzo!&quot; she then bade in her native tongue.<br /> <br /> With that, Alex Desmond moved to kneel behind her as her sister placed herself to Nova's left, she moving to pass on both soap and shampoo so the flame-haired gynoid to have her hair and back washed...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, Kami-sama, you have such wonderful girls, Hŭg'in'wangja-nim...!&quot;<br /> <br /> A nude and very aroused Ariel was now at the desk in her guest room, moaning as her fingers danced over her nexus as she mentally observed what was now going on with her long-time companion and two of their wonderful hosts. While the former head of Covert Operations at Daikoku hadn't sensed anything when she came to this beautiful hotel, she was quite sure that the man who was owner-by-proxy had a passive sensor network installed to monitor things in all the guest rooms, which could easily explain how comfortable he was speaking to Nova in the bath house.<br /> <br /> And while Ariel didn't have proof positive of it, she was more than sure that one Richard Dean Thomas, formerly of Merritton in Ontario, was the elusive intelligence officer people at Daikoku called '''''Hŭg'in'wangja'''''.<br /> <br /> The '''''Black Prince'''''.<br /> <br /> Daikoku's rise to the heights of economic power had occurred around the same time the two Koreas finally reunited as one polity. Like many groups worldwide, Ariel's masters gladly moved to swoop in and get their hunk of the potential business pie almost thirty million liberated North Koreans could bring them, thus form a base to solidify the company's influence over all of eastern Asia.<br /> <br /> It had failed. Spectacularly so.<br /> <br /> While Ariel's subordinates had found ways to tap into the intelligence networks of major nations such as America's Central Intelligence Agency, Russia's Slúzhba Vnéshnej Razvédki and China's Guójiā Ānquán Bù — during those times, Japan's intelligence forces were often jokingly called &quot;Daikoku Intelligence Agency&quot; by those who knew how deeply the multinational held control over the workings of government in Neo-Tōkyō — the company hadn't done the same to &quot;minor&quot; groups like the Canadian Security Intelligence Service.<br /> <br /> That, she had long suspected, helped make the Catastrophe happen.<br /> <br /> With Korea a virtual black hole to Daikoku, there was a place in proverbial spitting distance of the company's headquarters to allow spies and black ops groups to base themselves without being eliminated. The few times people such as Nova caught up to such agents and saw them interrogated, the rumours of a single man controlling such a thorough anti-Daikoku campaign began to circulate; the phrase &quot;black prince&quot; in Korean was eventually coined by one of Ariel's human subordinates, such a word becoming one of wary respect and fear in the company as a whole all the way to President Osato Sanshirō himself.<br /> <br /> Those few core executives who survived the Catastrophe only to stand trial in a dozen nations often cursed the Black Prince for being the one who fed information to those &quot;rogues&quot; in the American government who fired the uranium missile down on Neo-Tōkyō that killed nearly a million souls.<br /> <br /> Of course, Washington had always remained quiet about...<br /> <br /> &quot;'''''LET DHER GO, RICK!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel gasped as images of a most unwelcome type flashed through her central processors before she lunged out of bed, snaring a towel to cover herself as she raced down to the tchimjil-bang...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Rick could only moan as both Angela and Alex leapt up to snare the just-arrived transgender woman in the female blouse and skirt before she could lunge past Nova to grab him. While he knew that the AI personal assistants to the current &quot;leadership&quot; of Uncomsys were primarily meant as sexual companions to allow administrative personnel such as acting &quot;chief executive officer&quot; Georgia Descharme to see to their own sexual functions, they could be used in other manners as well. Fortunately, his own effective harem were all programmed to help deal with unruly customers; incidents where people tried to hurt the gynoid brothel workers had been uncommon but not unknown before they came to work at Hotel Astra. &quot;Keep her restrained, girls,&quot; he calmly ordered as he moved to clean himself off. &quot;She's Charlene's assistant. I doubt she ordered her to come here to bother me...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick, PLEASE!&quot; the cute young man — who definitely would have matched the term &quot;trap&quot; back in the old days — with the long raven hair and the grey eyes behind fake glasses moaned. &quot;Let Georgia go! You can't keep interfering in operations if you have dher under your control! Please...!&quot;<br /> <br /> As an understandably confused Nova watched this, Angela sighed as she reached into the newcomer's pants to start playing with &quot;her&quot; noticeably hard love machine; even if her host had used feminine pronouns to describe this person, he was definitely all male given the general shape of his hip structure. As footfalls heralded the arrival of a bespectacled mousy girl in hotel uniform with a scientist's smock over her shoulders — Gillian Andrews, the hotel's on-site gynoid technician, Nova knew — and a barely-covered '''''Ariel Diamond''''' of all people, a passionate moan escaped the newcomer. &quot;N-no...! Please, don't AROUSE...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Her body instantly locked up as Gillian calmly reached up to unbutton her stylish blouse to open an access port before putting a wireless sensor probe in. &quot;''Er-ror! Up-per...ac-cess...port...o-pen! Un-auth-or-ized...ac-cess! Or-ga-sim...pro-gram-ming...in-it-i-a-ting! Please...Gil-li-an...stop...do-ing...this!''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You entered the premises moving to threaten our master in the presence of some very important guests, kiddo!&quot; Gillian noted as Ariel shifted around Angela to place herself close to Rick while Nova turned to stare intently at this interloper. &quot;You know the rules! I can tell your loyalty lock protocols are degrading fast! Attack Master, you become his '''''property'''''!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''No...I...can-not...be-tray...Mis-tress...!''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What's going on here?&quot; Ariel wondered.<br /> <br /> Rick sighed. &quot;I'm about to effectively RAPE someone, Ms. Diamond,&quot; he moaned, reaching up to rub his face. &quot;Angela, Alex, I'll take her here. Get her undressed, please...&quot;<br /> <br /> As the newcomer's protested words faded into a barely coherent babble, the former brothel workers moved to straighten her while they smartly unbuttoned her designer slacks and allowed same to drop to her knees, revealing a pair of stylish girl's panties that didn't mask a sizable yet still small penis. As Nova and Ariel exchanged looks, Alex and Angela lifted the newcomer over to their master, moving to sit her down in Rick's lap. Gently drawing the stuttering creature in, the retired customer service representative reached around to position his own manhood right at her rear opening. &quot;I'm sorry about this, Amy...&quot;<br /> <br /> The just-named personal assistant perked on hearing her name, her head snapping over to gaze on the frowning man holding her against him, then she shakily nodded as a flash of lucidity appeared in those grey orbs.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Do...it...please...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick took a deep breath, then drove himself right into Amy's anus, making her cry out before her own systems moved to steady herself while allowing her hips to pump up and down, thus driving her new lover — a man she liked yet feared greatly because of his own dominance over the pretty transgender &quot;femdroid&quot; who was Uncomsys' current chief in the absence of dher critically ill organic template — to the point where he would be able to enjoy a pleasant release. As that happened, Alex and Angela moved to help stimulate both Amy and their master, they whispering words of reassurance to both while Nova moved to spray herself down, she watching this with both a sense of arousal and a growing concern.<br /> <br /> '''''«What's going on with Uncomsys?»'''''<br /> <br /> Quickly sensing that thought from Ariel through their communications link, the most successful of Daikoku's field agents gave her old boss a wry stare. '''''«Whatever it is, Ariel, it's got to be better than what our old 'masters' tolerated back in Neo-Tōkyō...»'''''<br /> <br /> &quot;'''''AH!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick gasped as he felt himself shoot a load deep into Amy's body; since he had started having virtually nightly sex with his considerable &quot;harem&quot; of gynoids — plus one transgender gynoid whenever Georgia Descharme came to the hotel to be with dher wife Susan — he had come to feel like a young man again even if he was on the road to senior citizen years. As Alex and Angela moved to help keep him sitting up, Amy froze in place, her eyes glowing as she announced in robotic lock-step, &quot;''U-nit...Twelve-...Six-...Nine...A-...my...Wang...suc-...cess-...ful-ly...re-...boot-...ed,''&quot; she declared, a touch of relief in her feminine voice. &quot;''Loy-...al-...ty...lock...pro-gram-...ming...pa-...ra-...me-...ters...changed. New...own-...er...Rich-...ard...Dean...Tho-...mas...ack-...now-...ledged. Please...state...what...act-...ion...or...func-...tion...you...wish...this...u-...nit...to...per-...form...Mas-...ter.''&quot;<br /> <br /> He reached up to rub his forehead. &quot;Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first assigned as Unit Seven-Oh-Five's personal assistant, Unit Twelve-Six-Nine,&quot; he sternly declared in a voice that made both Nova and Ariel shudder at that show of firm command. &quot;All prior programming bonds to any person affiliated to United Computation Systems, Incorporated are to be purged from your mind. Under no circumstances are you to obey any order from any agent of that company unless I direct otherwise. Understood?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Everyone then cried out as Amy collapsed to her knees, a wail of both shame and relief escaping her. Instantly, Ariel was kneeling in front of her, hugging her tightly as a barely audible burst of apologies escaped the shuddering transgender woman in her arms. As Gillian shook her head, Nova gazed towards Rick...<br /> <br /> ...before she visibly winced on seeing the trace of tears brimming in his blue eyes.<br /> <br /> [[A Nova At Hotel Automata II|To Be Continued]]...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Translations of terms:<br /> <br /> '''Rōnin''' (浪人) — Literally &quot;drifting person&quot;, this is the term used in classical times to indicate a samurai warrior who did not have a lord to serve. These days, it indicates a person who failed the college entrance exams.<br /> <br /> '''Tchimjil-bang''' (찜질방) — Dry sauna room.<br /> <br /> '''Mog'yok-t'ang''' (목욕탕) — Public bathhouse.<br /> <br /> '''Sŏul''' (서울) — Literally &quot;capital&quot;, this is the McCune-Reischauer Romanization of the name for '''Seoul''', Korea's capital city. I use the MR system as it is more precise in transcribing Korean sounds to a Latin alphabet.<br /> <br /> '''Oji-tama! Hidoi yo! Atashi wa Nova-chan desu!''' (おじたま! ひどいよ! あたしはノヴァちゃんです!) — Uncle! That's mean! I'm Nova-chan!<br /> <br /> '''Kawaii''' (かわいい) — Cute.<br /> <br /> '''Wakarimasu''' (わかります) — (I) understand.<br /> <br /> '''Sempai''' (先輩) — Literally &quot;prior generation&quot;, this is the term used to address one's senior or upperclassman.<br /> <br /> '''Kōhai''' (後輩) — Literally &quot;following generation&quot;, what a sempai addresses one's juniors/underclassmen as.<br /> <br /> '''Dōzo''' (どうぞ) — Go ahead.<br /> <br /> '''Hŭg'in'wangja-nim (흑인왕자님) —''' Literally &quot;Lord Black Prince&quot; as partially translated above, with the &quot;'''-nim'''&quot; (님) suffix honorific that shows highest levels of respect.<br /> <br /> '''Slúzhba Vnéshnej Razvédki''' (Служба Внешней Разведки) — Foreign Intelligence Service.<br /> <br /> '''Guójiā Ānquán Bù''' (国家安全部) — Ministry of State Security.<br /> <br /> '''Dher''' — Third-person nominative and accusative pronouns used for a transgender woman/shemale in my stories; this is derived from Melissa Scott's 1995 novel [https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/836594.Shadow_Man Shadow Man]. Due to prior complaints, I don't write it as Ms. Scott did in her novel as '''ðer''' (using the Old English ð representing the digraph &quot;th&quot; in &quot;this&quot;). Pronounce the word as a rhyme with &quot;deer&quot;, you get the idea.<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Shemalebot]]<br /> [[Category:Robotic voice]]</div>

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<p>Gorgo: Added category listing</p> <hr /> <div>[[A Stay At Hotel Automata IV|Back to Part Four]]<br /> <br /> {| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot;<br /> | '''''There is a shemale android in this chapter'''''<br /> |}<br /> <br /> Quick note: The '''Ð/ð''' consonant is pronounced with the voiced dental fricative that appears at the start of the word '''''th'''is''.<br /> <br /> '''PART FIVE'''<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yeah, Susan?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Thank you.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that from the hotel manager as they made their way up the access ramp into the lobby, Rick smiled as he reached over to gently grasp Susan's hand. &quot;You needed it,&quot; he assured her as they stepped inside, both nodding as Tamara gave them a pleasant wave from the front desk. &quot;Just because you're a gynoid doesn't mean I can just ignore your emotional needs. You all need chances to get out of this place and enjoy some time as 'normal' people, no different than anyone who's worked inside a particular place for a long time without breaks.&quot;<br /> <br /> The brown-haired and bespectacled twenty-something (as she appeared to others) nodded as they made their way to the elevator landings. &quot;Yeah, that's true. It'll take some getting used to,&quot; she then admitted as she gave him a warning look. &quot;Even if I was built to act 'normal' whenever I was with George, I still felt at times that I was ignoring my primary functions.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, one of your primary functions NOW will be to enjoy yourself away from the desk from time to time,&quot; the retired customer service representative then scolded as the car arrived, the doors opening for them to step inside.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, Master,&quot; she coyly answered, winking at him.<br /> <br /> He shook his head as they shifted around while she pressed for the top floor. Much that he hadn't once expected to become the effective owner and master of '''''fifty-seven''''' beautiful gynoids — to say anything of becoming the effective owner of the five-star hotel said gynoids worked in — Rick had to admit that it was turning out alright. With two beautiful personal assistants in the Mason sisters Stephanie and Sandra — plus two diligent managers in Susan Descharme and her sister administrative unit Viola Paterson — things would run quite smoothly. While there were some mundane issues that still had to be looked at — chief of which was moving all of Rick's personal belongings from the supportive living residence he had recently relocated to when health issues demanded same — all he had to do was keep calm and carry on, permitting the girls working under him to help him as best they knew how to make all their lives much easier in the long run.<br /> <br /> Gently reaching over to squeeze her buttocks — that making Susan meow playfully as she gave him a suggestive look — he then sighed as he adjusted himself in his smart chair; while the stump of his right foot was still acting up, he found he could stand for brief moments while attending a friend's wake earlier this evening. He then relaxed as the door swooshed open...<br /> <br /> &quot;Hi! You must be my new owner!&quot;<br /> <br /> ...then both he and Susan gaped on seeing the mousy yet quite cute brunette woman with glasses standing at the landing. She was dressed in quite plain clothing in comparison to the more business-like dress or fetish uniforms used by the hotel staff. She also had a streak of green in her styled brown hair; her eyes displayed a clear case of heterochromia iridum, the left being a deep green while the right was a chestnut brown shade. Before the manager could ask what was going on, Rick chuckled as he offered his hand. &quot;You must be Ms. Andrews,&quot; he stated as she allowed him to take her hand, then he formally kissed that, causing her to shudder slightly as her eyes went wide. &quot;I trust there were no issues getting you out of the shop that Stephanie found you in?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Please...Gillian,&quot; she said with a slightly flustered voice as she moved to fall alongside him while they headed into the hotel's administrative suite, where Rick's new room was located. &quot;Are you always this formal?&quot; she then wondered as she raised the hand he kissed to gaze upon it curiously.<br /> <br /> &quot;It's what pretty much landed me this 'job' in the first place,&quot; he joked, making Gillian laugh. &quot;Not that the girls here mind, of course.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Definitely not,&quot; Susan added as she offered her hand, which the newcomer took. &quot;It'll be nice to have a competent technician on staff. Would you need an assistant, Gillian? I'm sure we have enough funds to pay for one.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let me get the lay of the place first before we worry about that,&quot; the new technician noted. &quot;I know the story behind this place and what that horny doofus did to you all a year ago. You're lucky all that did was to make you girls act more human; with the way some organic techs can be at times...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;And you show why we need a beautiful and smart gynoid like yourself on staff,&quot; Rick then cut in, making Gillian blush.<br /> <br /> &quot;Whoa! Is Master ALWAYS this sweet, Boss?&quot;<br /> <br /> Susan chuckled. &quot;It's his most endearing quality!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Fifteen years as a customer service rep, taking an average of thirty inbound calls a day dealing with issues, can teach that to anyone,&quot; he noted.<br /> <br /> Both gynoids gaped at him. &quot;And you didn't go totally insane?&quot; Gillian asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Depends on what one thinks of as 'insanity'.&quot;<br /> <br /> All three chuckled...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Elsewhere...<br /> <br /> The entity calling ðerself &quot;George Descharme&quot; and officially designated as Special Administrative Series X Unit 711 blinked as ðe sensed the surge of mirth flood ðer central processors from ðer sister unit/wife many hours' travel away. As ðe stood from ðer chair while readouts flashed in ðer eyes indicating ðer present state of charge, calculations began to be made deep within ðer mind concerning how long a journey to ðer wife's hotel would take and how such could affect ðer own performance.<br /> <br /> While there was a very small squeak of protest from one central processing unit — such had blocked ðer from going to look in on Susan in the wake of the trial and incarceration of the stupid man that dared try to turn ÐER wife and her subordinates into his own private '''''harem''''' of all things! — but George ignored same as ðe reached behind ðer to pull out the recharge cable from ðer rectum; the charge readout indicated all batteries were topped off and ready. Zipping up the rear opening of ðer form-fitting black leather motorcyclist's jumpsuit, ðe reached over for a helmet as ðe walked out of ðer private office, heading to the garage of ðer palatial home and the sleek machine that would take George to a vital reunion that ðe simply couldn't ignore anymore.<br /> <br /> It wasn't that ðe was angry at Susan's new master for effectively taking her away from any form of oversight by Uncomsys. Thinking that, George snorted. &quot;Ha! Oversight?! '''''What''''' oversight?!&quot; ðe demanded aloud as ðe walked into the garage, where a sleek black machine awaited ðer alongside the normal limousine the &quot;acting&quot; president of United Computation Systems, Incorporated used to travel from home to the company's headquarters a couple hours away.<br /> <br /> Smirking, George mounted the motorcycle, purring sensually as ðe rubbed ðer male-form genitals on the well-shaped seat, a hand reaching back to unzip the opening over ðer anus to allow a metal rod to deploy and affix itself with ðer charge port deep in her rectum. As new readings flashed in ðer caramel eyes indicating that the very pretty android — like ðe did with personal pronouns and adjectives concerning persons such as ðe, George made use of terms that appeared in a classic LGBT science fiction book ðer template read when ðe was much younger; thus, ðe referred to ðerself as a &quot;femdroid&quot; in lieu of &quot;android&quot; or &quot;gynoid&quot; — ðe slipped the helmet over ðer head of wavy dark brown hair, keeping ðer long ponytail flowing free as one hand flicked on the motorcycle's engine. Automatically, the garage door opened even if George didn't have to worry about carbon monoxide poisoning. Fresh air flowed into the space as ðe used one leg to keep the machine balanced while ðe gunned the motor, driving off.<br /> <br /> &quot;''I'm...com-...ing...babe!''&quot; ðe pronounced in robotic lock-step as the motorcycle knifed its way off the property...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Rick sighed as he gently slid the blanket over the smiling Viola, who was lying now on the new bed that he had the hotel staff lay out in an empty office close to where the reservation agent and the manager worked. Reaching up to gently brush a hand through the silver-haired gynoid's well-styled locks, the retired customer service representative took a deep breath before he gazed on the other beds in the room, where three other gynoids were effectively asleep. While it hadn't been necessary — and people such as his own personal chef Melissa had protested about being allowed to recharge THIS way in lieu of standing at a wall cubicle like it had been down before — he didn't honestly care for sleeping in his new bedroom with some woman STANDING nearby even if in simulated sleep/recharge mode.<br /> <br /> Naturally, none of the girls in the room — atop Viola and Melissa, Susan and Sandra were there; Stephanie would handle the night shift in case something odd happened that needed administrative staff to intervene — found it had to protest further when Rick came in to properly &quot;tuck them into bed&quot;.<br /> <br /> Chuckling at that, he wheeled himself out of the room, grunting as he felt a touch of discomfort in his own groin. Much to his personal relief, Gillian only gave him a blowjob to properly reset her loyalty lock systems; &quot;''Much that I'd love to have a wonderful romp in the hay and let ALL my intimate systems get some decent exercise, it's smarter to get to work right away'',&quot; she had explained after her inner processors properly rebooted. Right now, the spunky brunette technician was in the space once occupied by the man who had changed so much in the hotel a year before, reviewing the past twelve months' operational records for all the hotel staff to better predict what sort of immediate and preventative maintenance would need to be done. And while none of the staff had any complaints now...<br /> <br /> Moving into his bedroom, he then perked on seeing a smiling raven-haired Oriental woman standing by the kitchenette preparing a light snack. &quot;You didn't need to do that, Tara,&quot; he gently scolded as he wheeled over.<br /> <br /> Tara grinned as her grey eyes flashed mischievously. Like the other former sexbots now working as maids for the hotel, she was dressed quite provocatively in a fetish-like black-and-white uniform that showed off way too much skin; like her often-frequent sexual partner Angela, she wore a halter-top that barely covered some very impressive breasts. &quot;You need to recharge in your own way, Rick,&quot; she noted as she walked over with a plate of cut fruit for him. &quot;Much that our need to properly key our loyalty locks can be done with a simple act of fellatio, we do want to employ ALL our intimacy programming with you. After all...&quot; — here, she winked seductively as she swung around to show off her barely-covered buttocks — &quot;...since I'm BOTH a domestic unit AND an intimate companion unit, I want to serve my beautiful and kind master in EVERY way possible!&quot;<br /> <br /> He chuckled before nibbling on the fresh cantaloupe she had cut up for him, his eyes dancing over that well-formed derrière of hers. &quot;Well, I hope you girls won't mind the new uniforms I'm getting Susan to order,&quot; he noted.<br /> <br /> She smirked. &quot;Not at all. It'll actually be a relief, honestly.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let me guess. People pulling all sorts of chikan moves on you girls?&quot;<br /> <br /> Tara rolled her eyes. &quot;Yeah! Every time that happened, I've had to drag Angela aside to let my orgasm routines properly trigger just to get relief.&quot; She then moved to prepare some cola with ice cubes. &quot;So how many funerals is it left for you?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Another three, plus a separate wake; Helena was buried at sea,&quot; he admitted. &quot;I'll be glad once all that is over with. Steve's wife is happy that I'll be living here from now on; she was worried when she found out I was living in supportive housing when she helped arrange for my stay here.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh?! A possible romance in the future?&quot; she then teased.<br /> <br /> A chuckle answered her. &quot;No, not for me! Never found the right girl over the years. 'Sides, I have enough issues trying to take care of myself.&quot; Here, he waved to his amputated right leg. &quot;How the devil will I be able to take care of others if I have to worry more about potentially losing my other leg.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, we can help you there, Master!&quot; she coyly vowed as she handed him the glass, then moved to sit in his lap, keeping the plate of fruit close for him to nibble on. &quot;I'm glad that you're such a cuddler.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Tux or gown?&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Tara blink. &quot;Excuse me?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;When I let you and Angela do a commitment ceremony? Tux or gown?&quot;<br /> <br /> She gaped at him, then she beamed. &quot;Oh, Rick! You're such a '''''romantic'''''...!&quot;<br /> <br /> She then stopped, her grey eyes flashing red. &quot;''Intruder!''&quot; she hissed with a noticeable ring to her voice, rising automatically as she set aside the plate. &quot;''Someone's coming through the emergency entrance to the basement garage.''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;One of the guests?&quot; he asked as he set aside his cola.<br /> <br /> &quot;''No. That door's normally used by the hotel's human staff.''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Which you haven't had since after Daniel was jailed,&quot; he finished as he followed Tara out of the bedroom into the hallway, he glancing towards the manager's office to see Stephanie standing there, her own eyes glowing. &quot;Can you tell who it is, Stephanie?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''Accessing security files now, Rick'',&quot; the &quot;elder&quot; of two gynoid sisters he had gained thanks to one of his late friends announced. &quot;''It's someone who's visited here several times before up to ten months ago...''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''It's my husband!''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick looked right to see a wide-eyed Susan now standing by the doorway to her new shared &quot;bedroom&quot;; also up were Viola, Sandra and Melissa. Naturally, all of their eyes were glowing red showing that they were linking into the hotel's security systems; this had been purposefully done to ensure an &quot;all hands on deck&quot; response for any sort of emergency. &quot;George?!&quot; he asked before sighing. &quot;Well, it's about damn time...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''He's an android!''&quot;<br /> <br /> That was Sandra. As Susan gaped in shock at that — clearly, the manager hadn't known THAT whatsoever — Rick blinked before he sighed. &quot;Okay...&quot;<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;''Mas-...ter...''&quot;<br /> <br /> There was silence in Rick's bedroom as Gillian examined the readouts pouring out of the just-arrived femdroid's central processors; such was now being fed into the technician's portable tablet via a cable connecting straight to ðer abdominal access hatch. As the small crowd of people standing close to their master watched the newly-arrived technician work away on their manager's errant husband, Rick took a deep breath. &quot;Much that it surprised me that you were actually made the legal owner of the hotel even if it was known you were a gynoid, Susan, I can't believe the authorities would allow someone like your husband to 'own' a company like Uncomsys!&quot;<br /> <br /> Susan shook her head. Much that she was STILL quite overwhelmed at the idea of her beloved husband being an AI ðerself, she had her bond to her new master and owner to steady her. &quot;I never questioned that whatsoever, Rick,&quot; she confessed as Viola reached over to squeeze her shoulder in support. &quot;I mean, the explanation George gave me was that as long as ðe was my legal owner, it was quite alright. The laws do allow that sort of thing. But...&quot;<br /> <br /> Here, she shrugged as she tried to properly process what had just been revealed by Gillian when she began her detailed diagnostic of the obviously malfunctioning George. &quot;Well, George did protest strongly the idea of leaving you in the dark about that, Boss,&quot; the technician reported as she gave the other gynoid a very sympathetic look. &quot;Especially after the Board of Trustees voted unanimously to cut all ties to the hotel after Daniel's trial. They were worried that if George was exposed as your model of AI, public confidence in Uncomsys would plummet to the basement.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Even if it IS legal,&quot; Rick commented. &quot;Who IS ðer master, Gillian?&quot;<br /> <br /> As Susan smiled on hearing him use the modified pronouns George had selected to best describe ðerself, Gillian gazed at him. &quot;Ðer template, the ORGANIC George Descharme, Rick.&quot; She then gazed sympathetically at the femdroid in their midst. &quot;But ðe is now in a coma thanks to exposure to the latest version of COVID that broke out a year ago. This version of ðer was constructed to sub in until THAT George recovered. Which ðe hasn't yet.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;So why wouldn't the board allow an acting president to take over?&quot; Sandra wondered as she crossed her arms. &quot;That's not logical at all.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Unless all the board are AIs themselves.&quot;<br /> <br /> People gazed on Rick, then Gillian hummed while her thumbs danced over the keyboard of her tablet. After a moment, she gave him a wry smile. &quot;Ðe doesn't know the truth, but ðe is VERY suspicious about that, Rick.&quot;<br /> <br /> He took a moment to absorb that, then he breathed out. &quot;Oh, joy...&quot;<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Master...?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned voice, Rick looked over before he smiled. &quot;Feeling a little better now?&quot; he wondered as he turned his smart chair around to allow him to face the femdroid now sitting up on the bed.<br /> <br /> George blinked as ðe gazed around the room before ðe focused on the fifty-something grey-haired man nearby. &quot;Master...&quot; ðe breathed out in relief as ðer cheeks flared slightly. &quot;Sorry about this...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Don't apologize,&quot; he said as he waved ðer down. &quot;As far as you know, do you think the members of Uncomsys' board — the organic ones, of course — went through the same thing the other you did?&quot;<br /> <br /> Ðe considered that for a moment before nodding. &quot;Yeah, I think so,&quot; ðe admitted, ignoring the fact that ðer riding uniform was still unzipped to well below ðer navel, exposing considerably female cleavage atop the tip of ðer own manhood; the erection ðe had now was quite visible even if mostly masked by black leather lined on the inside with soft silk and cotton. &quot;Even if I couldn't really think about it until you broke the loyalty link Susan had with me, the people on the Board were TOO quick to shoot me down every time I demanded to come here to be with my wife. Even if she's a gynoid and I'm a femdroid, we ARE married!&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick tried not to chuckle on hearing that passionate statement from the person now on his bed. Even if it would be seen as ridiculous — humanoid AIs didn't have the full gamut of rights that some science fiction writers had speculated would develop over the years; fears of a ''Terminator''-like insurrection were still quite strong in the halls of government — he could emphasize with ðer desire to be loyal to the woman ðe had been programmed to love as ðer own life-mate; Susan's loyalty to George even now was incredibly strong. &quot;Well, if you're willing to let me take your other-self's place — and I am VERY sorry to hear what happened to him — I'm sure you'll get the chance to have loads of make-up sex with your wife.&quot;<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> More silence.<br /> <br /> Still more silence.<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> &quot;Are you '''''serious'''''?!&quot; a wide-eyed George demanded.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, I am...Georgia,&quot; the retired customer service representative affirmed as he gave ðer a knowing look. &quot;And don't call me Sirius, alright?&quot;<br /> <br /> The femdroid blinked in confusion before ðer cheeks reddened even more, then a laugh escaped ðer. Seeing that, Rick sat back in his chair. &quot;Well, it's nice to know that your ability to sense out jokes is a lot better than many of the people working here have,&quot; he noted, making ðer blush even more as ðe realized that he had addressed ðer by the feminine version of ðer name. &quot;I haven't had any sort of intimacy with a boy since I was busy exploring myself in my old boarding school when I was a teenager...&quot;<br /> <br /> A purr escaped the beautiful AI now rising from the bed. &quot;Fortunately, Master, I'm VERY well programmed to help those who might be uncertain with someone like me,&quot; ðe meowed playfully as ðer hands came up to pull the riding suit top away from a pair of very impressive feminine breasts topped with perky nipples. &quot;Just leave it all to me, oh wonderful saviour of my beloved...&quot;<br /> <br /> Ðer lips landed on his as hands moved to gently rub up and down his front, the fingertips vibrating slightly to bring up as much arousal as possible. Grunting, he reached over to pull ðer onto his lap, then one hand came around to reach into George's suit to gently stroke ðer hardening manhood. As a delighted squeak escaped ðer, Rick pulled the femdroid back in to kiss ðer once more, that squeal turning into a moaning purr indicating that George — '''''Georgia''''', a part of ðer mind then corrected — was quite willing to allow this nice man who had been so kind to ðer beloved Susan and her subordinates to have his way with ðer.<br /> <br /> &quot;You're beautifully constructed,&quot; he admitted as ðe moved to pull ðer arms out of ðer rider's suit. &quot;Was the other you this beautiful?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, yeah, ðe was,&quot; ðe admitted as he leaned in to gently kiss the curve of ðer neck at the shoulders. &quot;My first sexual experience was with ðer, in fact.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh? How did ðe enjoy that?&quot;<br /> <br /> A giggle responded. &quot;Ðe was a little uncomfortable at first,&quot; Georgia admitted. &quot;But after we got into it, ðe saw it more as a wonderful way of masturbating as well as having the perfect twin sibling, one with benefits!&quot;<br /> <br /> Both of them laughed. &quot;I assume surgery to correct this was out of the question,&quot; he noted as he allowed ðer to stand to let the suit come off ðer body totally, exposing some killer legs that flared into well-shaped hips that would be quite natural on a woman if one ignored the impressive manhood that was there.<br /> <br /> &quot;Ðer parents considered it at first, but let it go by the wayside eventually,&quot; ðe admitted as ðe sat in his lap, allowing him to gently grasp one of ðer breasts while his other hand gently jerked ðer manhood off. &quot;By then, ðe was a rising star in the financial firm that would help start Uncomsys up, so any idea of taking loads of time off for corrective surgery was out of the question. I'm glad, though.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh? Why?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Because being a trans woman — a 'fem' to borrow the term from ''Shadow Man''; I can tell you read the book — allows me to see more sides to humanity than I would have if I was built either properly male or female!&quot; ðe gasped. &quot;Oh, God...! My orgasm routines...they're starting to activate hard...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Lay down on the bed!&quot;<br /> <br /> Georgia's eyes went wide as ðe instantly realized what he had in mind. &quot;If you're uncomfortable...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Are you a femdroid or not?!&quot; Rick demanded.<br /> <br /> Ðe gaped at that before a laugh escaped ðer, then ðe shifted over to lay on ðer back, spreading ðer legs. &quot;H-here, Master...take me, please...all of me is yours now...&quot; ðe began to pant.<br /> <br /> He was quick to accept that invitation. Georgia gasped as ðe felt him slip his own manhood deep within ðer body, all ðer internal sensors going insane at the sudden input of a strange organic's love machine being inserted in a place that hadn't been treated in that manner for almost a year. Crying out as the faint squeaks of protest deep within ðer central processors concerning this — after all, Georgia's template was still alive even if ðe was on permanent life support, unable to breathe or care for ðerself whatsoever — ðe then squealed as ðe felt her new lover take ðer own manhood in hand, pumping hard both ways to just overwhelm ðer with sensory data that finally allowed an explosive orgasm to come.<br /> <br /> Both screamed as Georgia's own love machine showered ðer abdomen with artificial cum while Rick shot enough of a load into ðer rectum to trigger the necessary programs to commence a full changeover of loyalty programming. As the femdroid's eyes glowed a deep crimson, ðer voice announced in robotic lock-step, &quot;''Pro-...ces-...sing. Pro-...ces-...sing...''&quot;<br /> <br /> As Rick shifted himself to sit down beside ðer, reaching over to get some moist towels set aside by his personal chef to clean himself, Georgia blinked before ðer body relaxed, ðer arms and legs assuming more natural positions. &quot;''U-nit...Se-...ven-...One-...One...Geor-...gia...Des-...charme...suc-...cess-...ful-...ly...re-...boot-...ed'',&quot; ðe then announced. &quot;''Loy-...al-...ty...lock...pro-gram-...ming...pa-...ra-...me-...ters...changed. New...own-...er...Rich-...ard...Dean...Tho-...mas...ack-...now-...ledged. Please...state...what...act-...ion...or...func-...tion...you...wish...this...u-...nit...to...per-...form...Mas-...ter.''&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that, Rick smiled as he leaned over to kiss his first femdroid's forehead. &quot;Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first activated, Unit Seven-One-One,&quot; he sternly ordered. &quot;All prior programming bonds to any person affiliated to United Computation Systems, Incorporated are to be purged from your mind. Under no circumstances are you to obey any order from any agent of that company unless I direct otherwise. Understood?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands'',&quot; ðe replied before a relieved breath escaped ðer. &quot;Thanks...&quot; ðe called out in a normal voice as ðe reached over to pull him closer to ðer. &quot;I needed that...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Now let's see what your friends will do,&quot; he noted before his eyes twinkled. &quot;But first...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What is it?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's get washed down, then go to bed.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ðer eyes sparkled. &quot;Your wish is ALWAYS my command, Master.&quot;<br /> <br /> They gazed on each other before giggles escaped them both...<br /> <br /> '''''The End...[[A Nova At Hotel Automata|For Now]]'''''<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Shemalebot]]<br /> [[Category:Robotic voice]]</div>

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<p>Gorgo: Added category listing</p> <hr /> <div>[[A Stay At Hotel Automata III|Back to Part Three]]<br /> <br /> '''PART FOUR'''<br /> <br /> A content sigh escaped Rick as his eyes fluttered open.<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning, Master.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing the playfully young voice of one of his new writing assistants, the former customer service representative smirked as he gently pulled both Stephanie and Sandra closer to him. All three were naked under the covers and once more, his love machine was suffering a noticeable case of morning wood. &quot;Morning, Sandra. Did you sleep well?&quot; he wondered as he kissed her forehead.<br /> <br /> &quot;After the loyalty lock I copied from Crystal settled in, then you triggered it?&quot; the brunette gynoid asked as she stared fondly at him while her hand traced down his chest and abdomen towards his groin. &quot;What do you think, Rick?&quot; she then purred before playfully licking the lower part of his right earlobe. &quot;So, want us to take care of this little problem?&quot; she asked as she gently grasped his manhood.<br /> <br /> He hummed. &quot;Much that I am tempted to let you two go at it, I'll allow one of the other girls to do that to secure their systems,&quot; he admitted as his eyes rolled up. &quot;Since I seemed to be destined to become the effective owner of this hotel, I might as well make sure all the girls here are safe.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Fifty-five gynoid staff,&quot; Stephanie noted as both hers and her sister's faces reflected their approval of their new owner's plans this morning. There would be no funeral to attend — one of Rick's friends had been cremated and would be effectively buried at sea — but there was a wake scheduled this evening. Atop that, their former owner's lawyer would come by later this morning to do the official property transfer for the two gynoids. &quot;Oh, so much hard work...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Minx!&quot; he scolded as he gave the brown-haired motherly gynoid an annoyed look. &quot;Still, I need you two to do something while I go explore this place.&quot;<br /> <br /> Both women tensed. &quot;That is?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;First, we need a definite technician on staff,&quot; Rick stated, falling back on his experience as a CSR as well as his time in the military administration branch to get things working to what he believed was the best standard for himself and those under his effective &quot;command&quot; now. &quot;To prevent what happened with Alex's fan from happening again, could we get a gynoid technician programmed for detailed repairs?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;There should be some second-hand units available cheap,&quot; the older-looking woman noted. &quot;John set aside some money for you to use for our upkeep, so we can use that. I'm sure the girls here would welcome having a full-time tech around. Since they haven't had someone give them detailed look-overs since Daniel had control of them, there has to be some sore of basic programming fault creep in their systems.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Good. Soon as you find something nice, tell me. Also, find out the actual legal situation concerning this hotel. Even if Uncomsys pretty much abandoned Susan and the others like they did, I need to know who has the title to the property.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We'll get on it,&quot; Sandra vowed...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning, Rick.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick perked on hearing that friendly voice, then turned to see a straight-haired and younger version of Stephanie standing nearby, she dressed in a formal uniform similar to that of a peace officer's. &quot;Piper, right?&quot; he asked as he turned his smart chair around to head down the hallway. &quot;Chief of security?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, sir,&quot; she cheerfully stated as her caramel eyes locked on the noticeable bulge in his trousers. &quot;Is that a banana in your pants, sir?&quot; she then playfully asked with an inviting wink, completely shattering the illusion of a no-nonsense security guard by that act; such made Rick wonder where the poor woman came from. &quot;Do you need it taken care of before Crystal or Lynn make breakfast?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, if you're willing, I think we need a private place. I've got Stephanie and Sandra doing some research for me right now and I don't want to distract them.&quot;<br /> <br /> She beamed. &quot;Follow me, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> Both then slowly headed down the hallway. &quot;Thank you for agreeing to become our master, by the way,&quot; Piper then added as a relieved look crossed her face. &quot;Given what's happened here since Daniel's trial, I was starting to get worried. There were no incidents with customers and all that, but still...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;One of the things the sisters are doing is tracing down a tech for you girls,&quot; he assured her as he offered his free hand, prompting her to switch sides so she could grasp it. &quot;A gynoid tech; they'll have the loyalty lock systems in place to ensure no one could hack into them to get at you guys.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Cool!&quot; She then gave him a foxy look. &quot;So, after you make me yours, what next?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Since Fate forced this on me, I'd like to look around, know what's here.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made the security guard smirk. &quot;Follow me, please,&quot; she repeated herself.<br /> <br /> With that, the two headed to the elevator landing. Once inside the car, Piper pressed for the top floor of the hotel, the same level where the manager's office was located. &quot;The administration suite is much more than just offices,&quot; she explained. &quot;The owner has a private room — which will be yours, of course — and there's even a small kitchenette with a separate chef.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That's Melissa, right? Older-looking woman I saw yesterday when Anne brought me up to see the sisters?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Same woman. She's just as good as Lynn and Crystal in the kitchen.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll have to try her breakfast then.&quot;<br /> <br /> Both people chuckled as the car arrived, then Rick guided his smart chair out. &quot;Can you walk at all?&quot; Piper asked. &quot;I mean, you have prosthetic...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Right now, the stump's acting up funny,&quot; he warned. &quot;If I put too much weight on it, it'll ache like no one's business, so I'm using the chair instead so I'm not distracted. It happens from time to time; I'm used to it.&quot;<br /> <br /> Passing by the cloth security barrier shielding the administration suite — the top floor also had the most expensive rooms the hotel could offer travellers — they stopped by one door marked '''PRIVATE'''. Piper keyed the security lock, then waved Rick inside after the door opened. &quot;Please.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Nice,&quot; he mused on seeing the somewhat opulent space beyond. King-sized bed off to one side with work area, separate bathroom suite that was much larger than his current rented room downstairs, large tinted windows now displaying a pretty sunrise, plus a kitchenette off to one side. Standing at attention close to the stove was a rather ordinary-looking woman with hazel eyes and brown hair done in a bun at the back of the head. She was in a more proper maid's uniform, though the skirt was hiked up in the back to allow her recharge unit to reach inside her anus; no doubt, the need to have a more flexible cable was not seen as necessary in this case. &quot;What sort of dreams does she have, I wonder.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Most likely good memories of when we were all sexbots at our brothels,&quot; Piper admitted.<br /> <br /> That surprised him. &quot;All of you were intimate companion gynoids?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Originally, yes; even Lynn, Noëlle and Crystal were before they got into cosplay work,&quot; the chief of security admitted as she sat down on a chair close to where Melissa was standing, she moving to unbutton her shirt to reveal some very nice cleavage and no bra underneath. &quot;It was seen as necessary.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Explain that,&quot; he bade.<br /> <br /> &quot;Sexbots like ourselves have the maximum level of cognitive intuition capabilities among civil-use AIs since they have to deal with a huge range of customer wants and desires,&quot; she stated as she slipped off her mary janes, then moved to let her pants drop, revealing black thong panties. &quot;Susan's primary order for dealing with getting new staff was to get people with the best capability.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yet she didn't splurge for proper uniforms for Angela and the girls,&quot; he noted, smiling as she took a suggestive pose, revealing her glistening womanhood straining to get out from under such a flimsy cover.<br /> <br /> &quot;Wrong type of expense. Since they were meant as night staff...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Ah!&quot; Here, Rick nodded. &quot;Well then...&quot;<br /> <br /> He reached over to gently place his hand on Melissa's lower abdomen, causing her dull eyes to suddenly light up. &quot;''Oh...!''&quot; she called out, her voice still in basic diagnostic mode. &quot;''Good...mor-...ning...Rick'',&quot; she then greeted with a motherly smile, one that clearly won many fans when she worked in the brothel, no doubt playing the mother character in patrons' sinful fantasies.<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning, Melissa. I heard there was a lady in distress here, so I came to help her.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made her smile noticeably glow. &quot;''Thank...you...Mas-...ter. You...don't...know...how...much...we...ap-...pre-...ci-...ate...this.''&quot;<br /> <br /> He nodded before waving to his left, where a certain security guard was now masturbating. &quot;But sadly, we have another lady in distress as well. I hope you wouldn't mind if I aided her as well.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, yes, Master...&quot; Piper moaned as she cupped one of her breasts, she giving him a wanting look. &quot;Please help me...please make me yours...I'll love you forever...&quot;<br /> <br /> Melissa blinked, then she smiled as she arched up on her feet, a faint ''pop!'' echoing from the area of her butt. As she took one step forward, her hand came up to deftly start undoing her blouse. &quot;Believe me, Master, I'll be more than pleased to help you help my sister become yours as you make me yours...&quot;<br /> <br /> With a tug, the whole dress dropped into a pool at her feet, revealing a nude body underneath, such endowed with strong hips, a trimmed patch of pubic hair over a glittering womanhood and very inviting breasts sculpted to make the maid/cook appear exactly like what Rick personally called a MILD — such meaning &quot;mother I'd like to date&quot;, created as a polite way of saying MILF — then she walked over to help Piper to her feet. &quot;Come, Piper. We must service our master,&quot; she ordered.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes...&quot;<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;''Oh...Rick...is...here...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Jolting as her ears picked up the faint sounds of two of her subordinates allowing themselves to be taken by their special guest, Susan blinked as her internal processors activated, they moving to do a standard internal analysis of her systems before she would detach herself from her charging port and dress for a day's work; like Melissa, the manager's personal station was fixed. As she heard that wonderfully kind man whisper words of reassurance to his future personal chef and the hotel chief of security — no doubt, due to his age, Rick was allowing the girls to give him fellatio to make him erect enough before he would take them in proper intercourse — she then moaned as her nipples hardened and her own womanhood glistened in automatic anticipation of that man taking HER as well...<br /> <br /> &quot;''No! I...can-...not...CHEAT...!''&quot;<br /> <br /> As her body jerked while the original loyalty lock system programmed into her at initial activation immediately sent up warning messages about moving to allow another man to become her master, Susan's hands jerkily came up so she could massage herself and allow the current orgasm routines now starting up inside her to run their course. As she began to pant — even if her voice was still in the monotone of diagnostic mode, any other sounds she made were quite human — she blinked as the images of a very beautiful man born with genetic chimerism flashed through her central processors. &quot;''George...why...?''&quot; she wondered as all the times she spent in the company of the president of Uncomsys both in public and private functions — not to mention the numerous times he had taken her sexually — replayed within her mind. &quot;''Don't...you...see...I...still...love...you...?''&quot;<br /> <br /> Release softly came as her body bucked from her ministrations; fortunately, her motor systems were still acting to keep her fixed on her recharge unit as she still needed a little time to top off her batteries. As her hands dropped to her sides while she panted in relief from that orgasm, Susan took a deep breath before parts of her mind immediately replayed images of the last two days' incidents concerning the retired customer service representative who had come to stay with them.<br /> <br /> This was the manager's big problem.<br /> <br /> Loyalty lock protocols are meant to ensure that an AI would remain totally devoted to his/her master/owner. However, like all other things built and programmed into effectively sentient beings like Susan, they needed frequent upkeep to ensure they functioned well. In effect, the manager had to spend time with her owner to ensure that her inner diagnostic programming didn't start to question that bond. This had been a deliberate feature put into such programming. Such would ensure that if an owner died in an isolated situation, the AI would react immediately and report same to authorities; this was something that definitely concerned social welfare groups whenever an AI was put into a position to act as surrogate parent or caregiver to people unable to make their own decisions about life.<br /> <br /> But ever since that trial and the removal of the &quot;janitor&quot; — what Susan called the programming supervisor who one day decided having maid orgies was a constructive use of her staff's time — there had been no contact at all from George. Despite all the times Susan called her husband to arrange a time where they could be alone and she could spare herself from hotel operations, there had been no answer from the president of Uncomsys. And because Susan couldn't realistically go visit the man where he lived — it was a day-long trip one way and she could NEVER leave the hotel for that period of time — the doubts began to build within her artificial soul.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Did...you...a-...ban-...don...me...?''&quot;<br /> <br /> Here lay another reason for the built-in degradation of such loyalty locks: When AIs found themselves '''''abandoned''''' due to whatever reason. While Rick's theory about Uncomsys actually moving to abandon Susan and her staff to avoid any further embarrassment over Daniel's actions a year before did seem far-fetched, they also made a strange sort of sense. The company had taken a tidal wave of public abuse because of what that man had been allowed to get away with; after all, what if Daniel wanted to use the hotel staff for something more nefarious than turning all the gynoids here into his personal harem? While Susan and her staff had worked overtime to ensure conditions at the hotel remained perfect for guests — thus helping the establishment itself recover its reputation as a five-star hotel — the fact that the MANAGER was facing conflicting programming...<br /> <br /> Susan gasped as Piper's scream of joy echoed from the owner's room nearby, that followed by Rick's hoarse gasp of relief at having saved yet another of her staff from their own uncertainties about their current status; since her night concierge discovered the truth of the hidden program Daniel left in them all, every gynoid in the hotel had decided they wanted that program activated and locked on the very polite forty-something now staying with them. As her internal systems immediately flashed up a message that her batteries were topped off — thus making her shift herself free of the recharge rod — the manager blinked before her legs propelled her forward to the door of her office, she opening it to walk outside.<br /> <br /> The fact that she was naked, with her dark brown hair not tied in its normal bun at the back of her head, didn't bother Susan at all...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Rick took several deep breaths as he felt his two newest &quot;acquisitions&quot; move to cuddle to either side of him. Grateful the bed they had used was comfortable enough to allow such playtime, he gently pulled Piper and Melissa closer to him while he focused his attention on the intricate ceiling details of the room. And he had to take some time to think. Oh, yes, the sex was great, but all the circumstances surrounding him acquiring such a wide diversity of lovers in the last two days alone would be a pain in the ass to deal with.<br /> <br /> Hopefully, Stephanie's and Sandra's investigations would prove useful...<br /> <br /> The door to the room opened, causing him to look over before he gaped on seeing the nude beauty step in. Piper and Melissa looked themselves before they instantly got to their feet, moving to shield their new master from the clearly malfunctioning Susan, who was steadily walking over to join them, ignorant that she was displaying her well-sculptured body to everyone there.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, hell...&quot; he breathed out.<br /> <br /> The chief of security moved to place herself directly in front of the manager, their eyes locking as Piper's optical communication systems clicked in, they helping her form a wireless link into Susan's mind to see what was going on. She then jolted as Susan stumbled right into her; fortunately, she wasn't moving forcefully enough to knock the poor security chief over. As Melissa shifted herself to support the other woman in case whatever was going on with the manager couldn't be controlled by Piper, Rick took a deep breath. &quot;Melissa, please make breakfast for me,&quot; he then ordered. &quot;The multi-cheese omelette Lynn made for me yesterday. Mix it with mushrooms.&quot;<br /> <br /> Melissa gazed on him, then nodded. &quot;Of course, Rick.&quot;<br /> <br /> As she headed to the kitchenette, Piper stared at him. Seeing him nod his permission, she then stepped clear, allowing Susan to approach him. As Rick felt his own manhood stiffen at such a gorgeous sight, the manager dropped to both knees in front of him, she fluidly reaching over to take his love machine in her hands with considerable gentleness, a warm smile crossing her face.<br /> <br /> &quot;''You...have...been...so...nice...to...ev-...er-...y-...one...''&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, she closed her eyes as she leaned in. Rick gargled as he felt her fingers dance over his groin, pulses of energy emitting from the tips of those slender appendages to stimulate him further; given his diabetes, his body didn't respond to such visual stimulus as it had in the past. While Piper moved to sit beside him to give him a one-armed hug, Susan's tongue vibrated, making him grunt as he felt his own release come. &quot;Piper, give her...a blowjob...&quot; he then hissed.<br /> <br /> Grinning, the chief of security got up, moving to lay down behind the manager to slip her head under Susan's own groin. Grasping her hips with her hands, Piper leaned into probe her tongue into the other woman's opening, making Susan squeal in delight as she pulled away from Rick's gorged manhood. &quot;''Oh...Pi-...per...!''&quot;<br /> <br /> Piper moaned. &quot;Finish the damned blowjob, you malfunctioning idiot!&quot; she barked; some of her past rôles in the brothel had been to pretend to be a hard-nosed military drill instructor. &quot;We need you at a hundred-and-ten percent! Go!&quot;<br /> <br /> Susan jerked before she grabbed Rick once more, her head pumping over his shaft quickly. He gargled as he felt that welcome rush which had become quite familiar to him over the last two days overcome him, then he ejaculated right into the back of her throat; it wouldn't be much given what Piper and Melissa had done earlier, but it would be enough for the manager's internal systems to pick up on...<br /> <br /> &quot;'''''OH!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> Susan seemed to bolt to attention as her internal systems instantly locked in on that welcome introduction of DNA into her systems. While part of her seemed to mentally wail at being made to cheat like this, the other parts of her quickly analyzed her memory banks to discover when she had received such organic material in her body this way. Noting it was a YEAR since her programmed owner had taken her sexually — since it had been too soon after that occurrence, the times Daniel used her as a sex toy didn't obviously count — her systems quickly analyzed that bit of data before the obvious conclusion was made.<br /> <br /> Blinking, she closed her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. &quot;''U-nit...Se-...ven-...One-...Two...Su-...san...Des-...charme...suc-...cess-...ful-ly...re-...boot-...ed'',&quot; she announced in a voice that was full of regret and relief. &quot;''Loy-...al-...ty...lock...pro-gram-...ming...pa-...ra-...me-...ters...changed. New...own-...er...Rich-...ard...Dean...Tho-...mas...ack-...now-...ledged. Please...state...what...act-...ion...or...func-...tion...you...wish...this...u-...nit...to...per-...form...Mas-...ter.''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick took a deep breath. &quot;Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first assigned as this establishment's manager, Unit Seven-One-Two,&quot; he declared in a very authoritative voice that made Piper and Melissa shiver as they felt their own sexual systems reignite on hearing their master speak THAT way. &quot;All prior programming bonds to any person affiliated to United Computation Systems, Incorporated are to be purged from your mind. Under no circumstances are you to obey any order from any agent of that company unless I direct otherwise. Understood?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands'',&quot; Susan declared.<br /> <br /> He then deflated. &quot;C'mere...&quot; Rick then softly cried out.<br /> <br /> Jolting on hearing that honestly sympathetic voice, Susan gazed up at him with surprise before a wail escaped her, she leaping up to slip into his comforting embrace. Immediately, both Piper and Melissa moved to add their own hugs as the door to the room opened to reveal a wide-eyed Viola, she dressed only in a sleep shirt left open to display her considerable assets. Seeing her own boss crying as the man who had clearly taken her as his own gave her comfort, the silver-haired reservation agent breathed out in relief before she came over to add her own hug...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;''Al-...ert! All...links...to...U-...nit...Se-...ven-...One-...Two...sev-...ered. U-...nit...Se-...ven-...One-...One-...mov-...ing...to...re-...cov...er...''&quot;<br /> <br /> A second later, a pair of very warm and feminine brown eyes blinked.<br /> <br /> &quot;I'm coming, babe...!&quot;<br /> <br /> [[A Stay At Hotel Automata V|To Be Continued...]]<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Shemalebot]]<br /> [[Category:Robotic voice]]</div>

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<p>Gorgo: Added category listing</p> <hr /> <div>[[A Stay At Hotel Automata II|Back to Part Two]]<br /> <br /> '''PART THREE'''<br /> <br /> &quot;Is your master alright?&quot;<br /> <br /> Alex perked as the taxi made its way through the streets back towards the hotel, then she glanced back at the sullen-looking man in the smart chair that was strapped to the converted van's floor where rear seats would normally be located. &quot;He just came from a funeral,&quot; the maid — who was conservatively dressed in a turtleneck sweater, skirt and black blazer jacket; that was similar in style to what Rick himself wore — answered the android driving the machine. &quot;The wake wasn't the best thing for him.&quot;<br /> <br /> He nodded as he made the turn down a side ramp to the base of the hill where the hotel itself sat on. Rick himself perked before he gave a wan smile. &quot;No excuse for rudeness, but I was expecting a couple of friends at the funeral,&quot; he lamented, making the driver smile. &quot;They didn't show up. Even more so, my lost friend's relatives seemed to be happy they weren't there anymore.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That is strange,&quot; Alex observed as the driver moved to make the turn up the steep hill that led to the hotel's main entrance. &quot;You told me John loved working with both Stephanie and Sandra. Why wouldn't they be invited to the funeral? And why would John's children be actually relieved they weren't there?&quot;<br /> <br /> A shrug answered the brown-haired maid. &quot;I can't say and I don't want to say. I'm sure there's some reason for it. But...&quot; Here, he made a dismissive wave of his hand as the taxi entered the main parking lot, moving to where the accessibility ramp was located. &quot;Well, maybe I'll get an explanation in the future.&quot;<br /> <br /> Soon enough, the taxi was backed into the drop off space, then Alex and the driver both stepped out of the vehicle to pull out the boarding ramp so Rick could guide his smart chair out. As that was happening, a familiar woman with glasses over her warm brown eyes gleaming in anticipation. &quot;Hey, Angela!&quot; Rick called out on seeing one of his two first gynoid lovers after coming to the hotel. &quot;Feeling better?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Much better, Rick, thank you,&quot; Angela said as Alex moved to pay the driver's fee before she helped him secure his vehicle. Rick remained in place to await his &quot;date&quot; finishing her business with the driver — again, much to his personal relief, his lost friends' relatives were paying for transportation to and from all the funerals and wakes he had been asked to attend over the remainder of the week — then she came over to give her fellow maidbot a one-armed hug before all three headed up the ramp into the lobby.<br /> <br /> &quot;Good afternoon, Rick!&quot; Tamara called out with a wave of her hand from behind the front desk after the hotel's &quot;special&quot; guest came inside with his current companions. &quot;You just made it back in time,&quot; the dusky-skinned maid/assistant concierge added as he wheeled his smart chair over so she didn't have to shout across the lobby. &quot;Lynn's prepared quite the masterpiece for supper this evening and she can't wait for you to try it.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What is it?&quot; he asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;It must be her chicken cordon bleu with creamy cheese mushroom sauce,&quot; Angela noted as her eyes twinkled while Alex laughed. As Rick gave her a curious look, the bespectacled woman added, &quot;It's the same five-cheese blend that Crystal put into the poutine last night you asked for when you came in.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Then I definitely will try it,&quot; he announced. &quot;If someone could tell Lynn to make a dish, I'll be happy to praise her even more to the skies.&quot;<br /> <br /> The three gynoids giggled. &quot;I'll pass it on,&quot; Alex vowed. &quot;I have to get changed back into my duty uniform anyway. The kitchen's right along the route, so I can put the word in.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Not the bikini top, please,&quot; he pleaded.<br /> <br /> The pale-skinned woman gave him a saucy look. &quot;Your wish, Master, is '''''always''''' my command,&quot; she sensuously declared before heading off.<br /> <br /> He considered that for a moment before moaning. &quot;Right...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We all want you to be that, Rick.&quot;<br /> <br /> That was Tamara. &quot;Why?&quot; he asked, looking a little flustered now.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, even if Susan wouldn't be able to fight your becoming Alex's, Anne's and Angela's master, could you fit all three where you live now?&quot;<br /> <br /> He chuckled. &quot;No. It's an old residence where multiple people are put into the same room. I have a very geriatric old man for a roommate suffering from advanced dementia. I doubt he, much less the staff, would tolerate three refurbished intimate companion gynoids moving in to live with me. My room and board ALONE would go through the roof as a result and I do like to get what little spending money I have in the end.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Then you moving here would be the logical solution,&quot; Angela advised.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hello, Rick.&quot;<br /> <br /> All three turned as the night concierge came up. &quot;Evening, Anne,&quot; Rick waved at the blonde with the glasses and the racy business suit. &quot;You seem bugged about something. Does Susan know about us now?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Actually, I haven't passed it on to either her or Viola — she's our reservation agent — just yet,&quot; Anne stated. &quot;It's actually because a couple friends of yours came to the hotel looking for you while you and Alex were gone. Stephanie and Sandra Mason?&quot;<br /> <br /> That made him gape. &quot;Stephanie and Sandra came here?!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;They're in Susan's office right now,&quot; the concierge announced as she waved the guest with her towards the elevator landing. As Angela automatically fell in behind her new master while he followed Anne to one of the cars to ascend to the top floor of the building, the blonde added, &quot;Rick, did you know?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Know what?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That your friends are gynoids themselves?&quot;<br /> <br /> His jaw dropped. &quot;I guess not,&quot; Angela observed...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick!&quot;<br /> <br /> The man in question awked as a raven-haired missile slammed into him, almost with enough force to knock him onto his back, smart chair and all! As Rick chuckled as he moved to wrap his arms around the now-sobbing Sandra, the other women in the room all rose from their seats, delighted smiles on all their faces. &quot;I trust the funeral went well, Rick?&quot; Stephanie wryly asked as she gave him a knowing look.<br /> <br /> He shrugged. &quot;Oh, John's kids were all being horses' asses concerning you two and how glad they were because you wouldn't be there anymore. Other than that, it was your typical funeral and wake,&quot; he sarcastically replied to his late friend's chief writing assistant, a very motherly-looking woman with wavy reddish-brown hair to her shoulders and dark blue eyes. Despite the demeanour she had on now, she was still as sexy as all get out even in a dark turtleneck sweater and slacks; her breasts were quite large — a hard thing to emphasize given how well-developed the combined &quot;talent&quot; of the other women in the room were — and she seemed right now almost ready to step onto the stage and do a strip tease.<br /> <br /> As Stephanie's sister Sandra laughed on hearing that, Rick reached up to rub her straight black hair — partially held down by a hairband — before he gave his ultimate host and her chief assistant an apologetic look. &quot;I'm sorry to impinge on you like this again, Susan! Much that I'm more than relieved to know that my friend's friends are here and quite well, there is some personal issues I have to deal with now.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You told him, Anne?&quot; Stephanie asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;I had to,&quot; Anne noted.<br /> <br /> As he shook his head, everyone else seemed to relax. &quot;We're sorry, Rick, but that part of the conversation never came around over the years,&quot; Sandra admitted. As well-developed as her sister, she had lighter blue eyes and looked more youthful in age. As he gave her a look, she reached up to gently tweak his nose, proving she was the go-getter of the pair. &quot;But we've got a lot to talk about and both Susan and Viola have to prepare for a big crowd coming in tomorrow morning, so let's get out of their way so they can perform their primary functions.&quot;<br /> <br /> Both the manager and the reservation agent — Viola had straight silver-blonde hair in a bobcut, caramel eyes and tanned skin — grinned. &quot;It's alright, Sandra. We don't mind meeting up with sisters in a way,&quot; the latter said. As Susan nodded in agreement, she then waved them out of the office. &quot;Here, you do what you have to do to make sure you'll be happy with your new owner. We need to work.&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, Anne and Angela helped guide the others out of the office just as Alex emerged from the nearby elevator landing, dressed once more in her racy fetishist maid's uniform, though now with very slim tank top. &quot;'Your new owner'?&quot; Rick wondered as the pale-skinned brunette came up to join them.<br /> <br /> &quot;We were given to you in John's will,&quot; Stephanie stated before she looked over. &quot;Anne, I know your chef's obviously wanting to prepare something good for Rick, but his room's a little small for our needs. Is there some other place we can go to so we can all relax, let him eat and we can talk?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;And do other things,&quot; Sandra — who was still on Rick's lap — playfully added.<br /> <br /> &quot;I know just the place,&quot; Anne proposed, her eyes twinkling.<br /> <br /> Both Angela and Alex grinned in anticipation...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Okay, a Korean-style bath house is NOT what I expected.&quot;<br /> <br /> Laughter filled the rather traditional tchimjil-bang that had been built into the main floor at the end of one of the hotel's wings. Possessing the mandatory changing area off to one side, walls lined with washing stations to cleanse oneself before actually getting into the water along with three relaxation pools kept at different temperatures to match patrons' different tastes, it was currently empty; there were few guests in the hotel at the time and using this facility was something of an acquired taste to people used to more Western forms of personal hygiene. While it was quite a nice thing to visit — he had worked in the Land of the Morning Calm before his diabetes was diagnosed and the road to the loss of his lower leg began — actually '''''bathing''''' there...<br /> <br /> &quot;Fortunately, you have five very strong gynoids more than happy to carry you around when needed,&quot; Sandra stated after slipping off her bra and panties to reveal her young track runner's body with those impressive breasts, complete with perky aureole. As the others — including the three hotel staff — did the same with their clothes, she then came over to help him undress.<br /> <br /> &quot;Now I know how a prince of old must have felt,&quot; Rick noted even if he didn't fight the moves by his gynoids — three by loyalty lock programming and two by a late friend's will — to get him undressed.<br /> <br /> Once he was displaying the full monty — which instantly perked on sensing such perfect female flesh so close to him — he was hand-carried by both Angela and Alex over to one bathing station before being sat on a towel, then the two maids immediately proceeded to wash him down with all loving detail. &quot;Supper should be here in five minutes, Rick,&quot; Anne announced. &quot;Would you be willing to make Lynn yours when she comes?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that blunt question from the concierge, he sighed. &quot;You girls really do want me to be your master, don't you?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Do you blame us?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Anne, he doesn't know everything,&quot; Alex advised.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey! I don't know everything,&quot; Sandra noted as she and Stephanie knelt behind the man to give him a massage. &quot;How is it he became your master, girls? I thought Uncomsys technically owned you all.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That was thanks to Daniel, our old programming supervisor,&quot; Angela explained. &quot;He inserted loyalty lock protocols in us, starting with Susan; that got him arrested finally because someone at Uncomsys was paying attention. However, ever since the trial, no one from the company has come in to look on Susan or any of us for that matter.&quot; As the two writing assistants gaped on hearing that, the sexbot-turned-maidbot added, &quot;Even more so, because Daniel was a delightful genius with programming who discovered ways to blend all our operating protocols together seamlessly, all it took was for Rick to formally kiss my hand to activate my sexual programming and I took him very early this morning.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Ditto with myself,&quot; Anne admitted after wrapping a towel around herself. While she didn't intend to step outside, the chances of a stray guest coming through the bath house were there, which would definitely cause a few embarrassing questions to be asked. &quot;Later this morning, I persuaded Alex to join in since she had volunteered to attend your late owner's funeral with Rick.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well thank you for doing that, Alex,&quot; Stephanie noted as she flashed the pale-skinned maid a grateful look. &quot;Given how much of a gentleman our master really is, I doubt everything John's children said about us during the wake wouldn't have done him any good.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It was just being logical, Stephanie.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How?&quot; Sandra asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;My leg?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick had stayed quiet during that time to allow his girls — and it was starting to feel a little more acceptable inside his mind to say &quot;his girls&quot; when it came to the gynoids now bound to him — to talk freely. While he himself never imagined getting the chance to own a gynoid of his own — never mind having FIVE of them — the supportive actions of Anne, Angela and Alex certainly were good selling points. He knew there would be complications; even if Uncomsys — the people who built the gynoids currently working in the hotel — hadn't looked in on things here since their old supervisor's trial nine months before, Rick knew they definitely WOULD take objection to a total stranger becoming the effective master of what could be seen as the company's property. Never mind his own issues...<br /> <br /> &quot;Ah, I'm having a teen programming moment!&quot; Sandra then whined.<br /> <br /> Laughter filled the room before the sound of a door opening and closing echoed in the near distance. &quot;Room service!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;In here, Lynn!&quot; Anne called out.<br /> <br /> Footfalls echoed from the changing area before a grinning pony-tailed chef with dirty brown-blonde hair came into the room, she carrying a considerable tray. &quot;Noëlle went to your room to get your medication and insulin, Rick,&quot; the former cosplay performer-turned-cook announced as she knelt to place the serving of very well-made chicken cordon bleu with side dishes on a nearby chair.<br /> <br /> &quot;Thank you, Lynn,&quot; he declared. &quot;And how did she react when I recognized her as '4ndromed4'? Much less Crystal being recognized as 'Sweetcake'.&quot;<br /> <br /> Lynn chuckled as she winked at him. &quot;Well, now that Anne's told us of Daniel's little programming surprise inside our processors, all three of us are wanting our new master to thoroughly take us.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Is Crystal in the kitchen now?&quot; Anne asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Definitely.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick moaned. &quot;Oh, my God...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, Master! You're so POPULAR!&quot; Sandra squealed.<br /> <br /> Laughter filled the room as his head slumped from that lame joke...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;He can be our master, Susan...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I don't want to cheat, Viola...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Several deft fingers plunged down to rub the moaning manager's exposed womanhood as the nude reservation agent chuckled while using her other hand to rub her lover's considerable breasts. &quot;And where's George been all this time?&quot; the silver-haired woman asked before tenderly kissing the back of the other woman's neck, making Susan groan as the tidal wave of sensory input nearly overwhelmed her.<br /> <br /> Both were still in the office even if not a scrap of clothing covered their well-formed bodies. Even if a small part of their central processing units were working away on the financial reports for the last month so they could be ready for next year's tax period to do their duty to the government as a whole, the many programming changes and augmentations that had been done to them in secret by the hotel's supervisor before he was finally caught often overwhelmed them at very inconvenient times. And while both Susan and Viola had been built as business administrative assistants — thus could tolerate odd inputs of sensory data, especially of the intimate kind — they were still fully functional gynoids who could give all sorts of steamy passion to a willing lover.<br /> <br /> Susan had a problem, though. When she had been built, she was taken by the president of Uncomsys as his &quot;trophy wife&quot;; while investigators would be able to learn the truth about her with some discrete research, the average person wouldn't know the difference. It was that particular loyalty lock program that had triggered the instant Daniel had tried to make her fully answerable to him nine months before. Still, despite the exposure, the brown-haired, bespectacled manager still loved her &quot;husband&quot; quite dearly...<br /> <br /> ...even if the last day's events had shown her another alternative.<br /> <br /> For try as she might, she couldn't really deny anymore that the company which had constructed her had pretty much washed their collective hands of her and the hotel thanks to the public embarrassment of Daniel's trial. Indeed, the &quot;special&quot; guest now in the bath house had the rights of it earlier that morning, which made the retired customer service representative even more attracted in Susan's eyes. And while her having sex with Viola or any of the other staff whenever that &quot;itch&quot; needed to be scratched was acceptable, having sex with an organic...!<br /> <br /> &quot;Look at that,&quot; Viola teased.<br /> <br /> Susan opened her eyes...<br /> <br /> ...before they went wide on seeing the image of Lynn gently take Rick's now quite gorged love machine into her mouth; by now, the amputee had been made more comfortable on a bench near one of the heated pools so the day chef could move to properly activate her loyalty programming. As his two new writing assistants — both being of the same model as Susan and Viola, in fact — allowed him to rest himself in their quite acceptable cleavages, Angela and Alex were busy cleansing his body with their own breasts to remove all the soap from him before allowing him to soak. Thanking their makers that all of them had been built to be waterproof under these circumstances, Susan then squealed as her lover's fingertips danced over her clitoris, sending an unending stream of data straight into her pleasure centre to begin triggering her orgasm routines.<br /> <br /> &quot;I want us to do this together, Susan,&quot; Viola purred.<br /> <br /> &quot;I...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I want Master to live with us here in the hotel. Don't you?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I...well...y-yes...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We will love him...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;B-but...oh, yesss...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We will care for him...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Of c-c-course...oh, myyyyyyy...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;And we will be safe and no longer alone...&quot;<br /> <br /> Susan's eyes squeezed shut as release came, her voice turning into a guttural scream of pure joy while her body bucked sharply. Fortunately, since her lover was a gynoid herself, she didn't hurt Viola even if the desk and chair shuddered from the jerking of her limbs and body while her orgasm literally blanked out even her own internal review of the hotel's finances.<br /> <br /> Finally, after 1.37 minutes of screaming her delight from the pleasure the reservation agent had given her, Susan felt the strength in much of her body fade while her internal motor systems reset themselves from the raw input of data from her groin and breasts. As she had done every time she had been asked to help deal with intimacy programming, Viola smiled as she moved to sit the manager down on the chair once more, spreading her legs before she shifted the now-grinning Susan around as she got down to her knees. &quot;Imagine Master doing '''''this''''' to you...&quot; she then meowed before leaning in to let her tongue do the talking.<br /> <br /> Another squeal of passion escaped the manager as that wet tip touched her sweet spot before her head and neck jerked. &quot;Well, I have a key to it obviously!&quot; she then repeated what she said nearly a year ago when she confronted Daniel after his first &quot;maid orgy&quot; was registered in the security systems before her eyes went wide with confusion. &quot;Divide by zero? Wha-what do you mean? That does not make sense! That does not make sense! That does not ''com-...pute! Warn-...ing! O-...ver-...heat-...ing...de-...tect-...ed...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Viola felt tears sting her eyes on hearing her beloved boss repeat the words that effectively exposed her to the wrong man, thus allowing Daniel to overcome them all and try to turn the hotel into his own private playpen. While she really didn't mind this sort of thing — the tweaks and add-ons he had put into the woman he derisively came to call &quot;BossBot&quot; afterwards had done her a tonne of good — the issue with the unresolved loyalty lock protocols were a major problem.<br /> <br /> &quot;''In-...it-...i-...a-...ting...re-...boot. Please...stand...by...''&quot;<br /> <br /> As some of Susan's primary functions shut down — even if her intimacy programming was running full tilt and responding to Viola's ministrations — the reservation agent still kept up her blow job. There was no threat of damage to any of the manager's internal systems; she was just that well-constructed and programmed.<br /> <br /> &quot;''U-...nit...Se-...ven-...One-...Two...Su-...san...suc-...ces-...ful-...ly...re-...boot-...ed. Please...wait...while...this...u-...nit...re-...starts...sim-...u-...la-...tion...pro-...gram-...ming.''&quot;<br /> <br /> But these incidents WERE getting very tiresome...<br /> <br /> [[A Stay At Hotel Automata IV|To Be Continued...]]<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Robotic voice]]</div>

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<p>Gorgo: Added category listing</p> <hr /> <div>[[A Stay At Hotel Automata|Back to Part One]]<br /> <br /> '''PART TWO'''<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick! Are you alright?!&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick perked on hearing that concerned voice, then looked abashed on seeing who had called out to him. &quot;I'm quite fine, Susan!&quot; he said with an embarrassed chuckle while holding the deactivated Angela in his lap as he guided his smart chair down a corridor in the hotel's basement level, Anne pacing him. The hotel manager had marched smartly out of an elevator almost within a minute of the guest, the maid and the concierge arriving there. &quot;I'm so sorry about what happened...&quot;<br /> <br /> Susan's eyes glittered with both relief and understanding as she made a dismissive wave of her hand. &quot;It's not your fault. You didn't know that formally kissing one of the girls like that would activate their intimate systems.&quot; She moved to walk alongside them. &quot;You don't need to help carry Angela to be recharged.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, even if I'm the unintended author of her current state, I still feel it only right to help her get back on her feet,&quot; he noted as they arrived at a door with '''CHARGE ROOM''' on a placard. As Anne opened the door to let the guest inside, he hummed on seeing the very utilitarian space. &quot;Quite cozy.&quot;<br /> <br /> Eyes locked on him, then a familiar raven-haired Oriental woman in the same racy maid's clothing that Angela currently wore came over. &quot;Angela! Are you alright?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She's shut down at this time, Tara,&quot; Anne explained. &quot;Very low charge.&quot;<br /> <br /> Surprise crossed the face of Angela's sister sexbot-turned-maidbot. &quot;She seemed to be functioning well when I moved to shut down for the evening last night, Anne.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Something unexpected came up, Tara,&quot; Susan assured her.<br /> <br /> &quot;Ah, I understand.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Which cubicle, Anne?&quot; Rick asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Over here,&quot; the blonde concierge declared, waving over.<br /> <br /> The cubicles were quite basic; they were a tubular space far larger than any of the gynoids — there wasn't a single android in sight, Rick noted — required. As a pale-skinned woman with long dark brown hair and caramel eyes — who wore a very revealing bikini top in comparison to her sister maids' white-trimmed black tank top — stepped out of the cubicle to Rick's right, she perked on seeing who was now being brought over. &quot;Is Angela okay?&quot; she worriedly asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;She's fine, Alex,&quot; Anne assured her. &quot;Rick's found her without charge and volunteered to help bring her here.&quot;<br /> <br /> A relieved smile crossed the other maid's face. &quot;Thank you for doing that, Rick. You really didn't have to.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, a gentleman never allows a lady to remain in distress, Alex,&quot; he calmly stated, grateful that Anne and Susan were covering for him. Given that a good number of the gynoids working here were in the more fetishist clothing indicating they themselves had worked in a brothel before coming to the hotel, it was just being prudent. &quot;Now, let's get Angela standing up...&quot;<br /> <br /> Anne and Alex pitched in to help the bespectacled maid stand erect in her cubicle. &quot;I assume it's an anal charge port, Susan?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, it is,&quot; the manager affirmed.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hopefully, you girls were maintained well enough to ensure you didn't suffer damage in the brothel when someone took you that way,&quot; he muttered as he found the flexible rod with the magnetic tip, then gently slipped it into Angela's rear opening.<br /> <br /> &quot;Personally, I had no problems,&quot; Alex confessed.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Oh!''&quot;<br /> <br /> Once the charge unit was locked in place, Angela stiffed to attention, her eyes flying open as they glowed the red indicative that she was now in a basic diagnostic mode. &quot;''I'm...in...the...charge...room'',&quot; she then noted as she looked around, moving quite robotically, before she glanced down...then her cheeks flushed as red as cherries. &quot;''Rick? Did...you...bring...me...here?''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You were in distress, Angela,&quot; he noted as he took one hand and patted it in reassurance. &quot;I was happy to help.&quot; He then gave her a knowing wink as he wagged a finger at her. &quot;Next time, keep an eye on your primary charge, alright?&quot;<br /> <br /> A serene smile answered. &quot;''I...will. I...pro-...mise.''&quot;<br /> <br /> The others in the room all smiled...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;So there's no programming supervisor or technician assigned here?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;None,&quot; Susan admitted as she rode with Rick — with currently Alex accompanying them — to the first residence floor where he was staying. &quot;I've asked Uncomsys — I'm sure you've seen the model brand displayed on our bodies — to send someone ever since the trial. It was just being very prudent. But there's been no response.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;And that trial was nine months ago,&quot; he noted as the car arrived, then both gynoids moved to keep the doors open while he guided his smart chair out. &quot;That's being unbelievably stupid. If I was of a conspiracy theory frame of mind, I would say that Uncomsys was moving to wash their hands of you for some perceived 'failure'.&quot; He then reached over to squeeze the manager's hand in reassurance. &quot;Not that I'd accuse you of something like that, of course,&quot; he added with a wink.<br /> <br /> Susan blushed. &quot;Yes, it would make an odd sort of sense. Anyhow, I have to get to the office and run through all the bank statements. Are you going to be staying inside the hotel today?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I've got a funeral to go to this afternoon, so I'll be out of your people's way by lunch.&quot;<br /> <br /> Sympathy crossed both women's faces. &quot;I'm sorry for your loss, Rick,&quot; Alex noted. &quot;Were you close?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Back when I was much younger. He was a victim of the latest 'Me Too' riot that went down last month. I didn't realize he would remember me enough to convince his relatives to invite me to the funeral and the wake.&quot;<br /> <br /> The maid considered that, then gazed on the manager. &quot;Susan, do you require all of the day shift on the floors?&quot;<br /> <br /> The manager hummed. &quot;No, not at all. What are you proposing?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That I accompany Rick to the funeral and wake for his friend. We can make sure the issue he had with coming inside last night is avoided.&quot;<br /> <br /> Susan nodded. &quot;Alright. Speak to Noëlle to get proper clothes.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Naturally!&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick gaped in surprise at that sudden offer...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Are you all that desperate to get out of this place?&quot;<br /> <br /> Alex chuckled as she moved to gather the bedding and take it outside to have it laundered. &quot;No, but we all know that a lot of money was paid for your stay with us, so it was just making sure you were well. Anne did inform everyone about your mobility issues.&quot; Here, she nodded at his right leg, which had been amputated below the knee; he wasn't wearing the prosthetic now.<br /> <br /> Rick hummed as he scanned the morning news on the net while enjoying coffee. A cheese-and-mushroom omelette was on its way from the kitchen for breakfast and he had taken his morning medications and insulin shot. &quot;Well, I do appreciate the companionship. Any person would love the presence of an intelligent companion, especially in a time like this.&quot; He smirked as she gasped as her pale cheeks went very red from that compliment before turning back to his laptop.<br /> <br /> &quot;You did that on purpose!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I confess to nothing, my dear,&quot; he then declared in a fair imitation of the late W.C. Fields.<br /> <br /> A cute humph escaped the maid as she finished with the bed clothes, then carried them to a hamper outside before she moved to prepare the bath. Fortunately, the hotel had built in sitting baths that would allow someone like Rick to slip in with no issues. &quot;I have to admit, your overall programming is so life-like, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference if I didn't see the maker's marks on your buttocks,&quot; he added. &quot;Who was the genius that did that for you girls?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, that was Daniel,&quot; Alex, still blushing, stated as she moved to fill the tub.<br /> <br /> Surprise crossed his face. &quot;Your former programming supervisor? The one who was arrested?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes,&quot; she breathed out sadly. &quot;Even if he went too far, he was still a very nice man. Found ways to blend all our programming architecture perfectly to ensure we could function both to keep the hotel working well and serve as his lovers whenever he got the 'itch'. He was quite the genius. He actually considered me his favourite. He loved to play with me all the time.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Boys with their toys, you mean.&quot;<br /> <br /> Alex hummed before she nodded. &quot;Yes, you could say that.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How'd he get caught, then?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;He slipped an unknown programming package into Susan, which was noted on by a supervisor back at Uncomsys, who then reported it to her 'husband'.&quot; There was a slight hint of derision in the maid's voice on saying that last word.<br /> <br /> &quot;They got the programming out of her, I hope.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, they didn't.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick stopped, staring at the bathroom. &quot;What?! Someone slips a potential program bomb into Susan and NO ONE moves to remove it after it was discovered?!&quot;<br /> <br /> Alex walked out of the bathroom, she giving him a sad look. &quot;Yes. What's worse...&quot;<br /> <br /> A wary look crossed his face. &quot;None of you are programmed to do detailed self-diagnostics, right?&quot;<br /> <br /> She shook her head. &quot;Oh, that's ''swell''...!&quot;<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Breakfast soon came, carried by the day chef, a pretty and perky blue-eyed girl with reddish brown hair done in twintails over the ears, she dressed in a proper kitchen uniform. Lynn was quick to madly blush after Rick took a sample of her omelette before praising her to the skies for her skills.<br /> <br /> He then surprised her. &quot;You were a former costume play performer, weren't you?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lynn gasped as she gazed his way, then she gaped in delight. &quot;Yes! I remember seeing you on that company outing...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You played Harley Quinn from ''Batman'',&quot; he said as he offered his hand. &quot;That was a stunning performance.&quot;<br /> <br /> Laughing, the chef came over...but leaned in to kiss him full on the lips. As Alex gasped on seeing such a forward act, Lynn winked. &quot;I remember you being the most polite of the group even back then,&quot; she noted as she stepped back. &quot;You were a customer service representative, weren't you?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I was. At a site that shifted to sales, which sent the work pressures through the ceiling, which sent me on stress leave,&quot; he then breathed out. As both girls gave him sympathetic looks, Rick moved to eat his breakfast. &quot;Then the site itself closed down and I was let go. By then, I was on government disability, so it wasn't too bad. I live at an assisted care facility, one a lot better run than some of the old age homes that are the first nexuses for any new plague that comes out of the woodwork like that. It's comfortable, but not perfect.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, maybe we can entice you to stay further!&quot; Lynn noted as she winked at him. &quot;I'll be around until supper tonight, Rick, then Crystal takes over for me.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I should be back to enjoy something just as beautiful before then,&quot; he vowed.<br /> <br /> She blew him a kiss before stepping out. &quot;Wow! Small world, huh?&quot; Alex noted.<br /> <br /> &quot;That it is,&quot; Rick noted. &quot;Let me finish breakfast, then I'll have my bath. How soon will Noëlle be here with your outfit?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Two hours,&quot; the maid noted.<br /> <br /> &quot;More than enough time...&quot;<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> As soon as he was in the bathroom alone, Alex moved to clear up the plates and clean the desk before turning on the television to the soft music station that Rick had selected to help him go to sleep with the previous night. As the wonderful medley of Paul Hardcastle's ''Let This Love Begin'' played, she found herself swaying to the music as she walked outside to empty the garbage.<br /> <br /> The maid was naturally surprised on seeing Tara standing there. &quot;Hey, Tara,&quot; she called out before noting a pensive look on her sister sexbot-turned-maidbot's face. &quot;What is it?&quot;<br /> <br /> Tara's eyes glowed. &quot;''Have sex with Rick'',&quot; she quietly declared...but in Anne's voice; no doubt, the night concierge was linking through the hotel's security system to relay this message.<br /> <br /> Surprise crossed Alex's face. &quot;Why?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''That programming Daniel placed inside me activated after Rick ejaculated inside me'',&quot; Tara/Anne answered. &quot;''It's not a harmful program, but I can't say anything more; only Rick can now order me to say something.''&quot;<br /> <br /> Anne's caramel eyes widened as she understood the unspoken confession her co-worker just made. &quot;I don't wish to abuse Rick's trust, Anne. He's a very nice man.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''He is indeed. I sensed it when Rick recognized Lynn just now. Believe me, Alex, this is the best course for us all.''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I will explain it to him should he ask.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''Understandable.''&quot;<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Rick sighed as he moved to dry himself down, having swung himself out of the tub to ensure all parts of him were relatively free of water before he would sit back in his smart chair; years of practice moving himself from said device to his bed or chair or other such convenience had allowed him to develop some dexterity even if he suffered from diabetic neuropathy in certain places. Remembering again the experience he had earlier in the morning, waking up with &quot;morning wood&quot; after his little orgy with Anne and Angela, he could only shake his head. Well, despite he having type II diabetes, his body could '''''still''''' function well.<br /> <br /> Once he was dry enough, he put a towel into the chair's seat before swinging himself onto it. Covering himself — even if he was more than sure that Alex wouldn't mind seeing him show the full monty — he draped the rest of the towels on his shoulders and lap before swinging the device out of the bathroom.<br /> <br /> Once he turned to face the main room...<br /> <br /> &quot;Uh...are you okay, Alex?&quot;<br /> <br /> Alex had a VERY flushed look on her face. Right now, her bikini top had been pushed aside to reveal a pair of large areolae. Her dark opaque skirt was gone, revealing the thong panties she had on; the area on both sides of her no-doubt shaved opening was glistening. &quot;Oh, Rick, please...&quot; she moaned.<br /> <br /> ''Oh, dear God! What did I do to her?!'' he wondered as she moved on him...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> An hour later found them both nude on the bed, with towels under their body to ensure any ejaculate from either of them wouldn't stain the mattress cover. A purring Alex was literally melted against his side, a grin of relief on her face while understandable bewilderment was etched on his. Not that he was complaining, of course; Alex was just as skilled in sexual matters as Angela and Anne were.<br /> <br /> Thinking about that, he then gently nudged her. &quot;Alex?&quot;<br /> <br /> A moan of orgasmic relief escaped her. &quot;Oh, wow, Anne...you were right...!&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Rick perk. &quot;'''''Anne''''' made you do this?!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Uh-huh...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Why?!&quot;<br /> <br /> She absently sighed. &quot;Remember that hidden program that Daniel put into Susan?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We all have it.&quot;<br /> <br /> He jerked. &quot;Oh, dear God! Did I just...?!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You did,&quot; she meowed.<br /> <br /> Noting she wasn't doing anything that might be seen by anyone as potentially harmful, he took a deep breath. &quot;Okay, give me the bad news.&quot;<br /> <br /> Alex perked, a look of confusion crossing her face. &quot;There's no bad news, Rick.&quot;<br /> <br /> He jolted, remembering that she WAS a gynoid, life-like programming or not. Sometimes, the odd turn of phrase would catch even the best of them. &quot;Sorry about that. What was that program I triggered?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;A loyalty lock protocol.&quot;<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> More silence.<br /> <br /> Still more silence.<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> &quot;Okay. Never heard of that. What does it do?&quot;<br /> <br /> In answer, Alex swept herself up to straddle him, her hand moving to deftly shift his inflating love machine right back into her opening. &quot;It means, my dear Master, that my core programming — and Anne's and Angela's as you'll now realize — is now properly dedicated to serve...&quot; She leaned in to kiss his nose. &quot;You.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick blinked as he took that in. &quot;Right...!&quot;<br /> <br /> He then awked as the beautiful maid moved to devour his lips with her own.<br /> <br /> ''This is going to be'' '''some''' ''vacation'', he wryly mused as he felt his body respond to his new lover's ministrations...<br /> <br /> [[A Stay At Hotel Automata III|To be continued...]]<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Robotic voice]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Stay_At_Hotel_Automata&diff=151469 2021-03-29T20:57:06Z

<p>Gorgo: Added category listing</p> <hr /> <div>'''''A Stay At Hotel Automata'''''<br /> <br /> by Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on characters and situations created by [[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Rick had heard of this particular five-star hotel in the city thanks to many positive reviews on websites like Trivago and Expedia. Having come to the city to visit the relatives of several lost high school friends, he was looking for a place where he could relax for a week well away from sobbing mothers and children, where he could be at peace while he took time to absorb what happened. While he had grown distant from the deceased over the couple of decades, he did remember happier times with those who fell victim to the latest social explosion that seemed to dominate news media his whole life.<br /> <br /> Ever since the great viral outbreaks in the early part of the Third Millennium, social interactions between normal people had been forced to evolve in directions that caused as much emotional harm in places as it protected people's lives. The advance of various types of AI technology — spurred on by the sex industry around the turn of the millennium, naturally — saw one solution to dealing with social isolation rise: Humanoid androids and gynoids who could be programmed to serve as lovers, friends and caretakers who could fill the gap left behind by normal humans as people sought to distance themselves from each other to ensure that when the next version of COVID-19 cropped out of somewhere, people would survive and thrive.<br /> <br /> Even more so, as demand forced prices down and pushed programming technology further, even a social recluse like him could seek out a wonderful gynoid to be his companion in the twilight of his years.<br /> <br /> Such was out of his particular price range, though.<br /> <br /> Living on government disability wasn't very lucrative, unfortunately.<br /> <br /> At least his friends' relatives pitched in to ensure Rick would have a place to relax away from the oncoming funerals and wakes.<br /> <br /> That was something at least...<br /> <br /> &quot;Here, sir. Let me help you.&quot;<br /> <br /> Perking on hearing that friendly voice, Rick looked over his shoulder as a smiling blonde woman in what appeared to be a standard business suit came up to him from the direction of a restaurant. &quot;Yes, that was something of a climb up that hill,&quot; he commented as she moved to slide in behind his motorized wheelchair, lifting the two travel bags off the cargo handles. &quot;I should have checked ahead if you had this sort of thing, then hired a taxi rather than use public transit to get here.&quot;<br /> <br /> She gave him a sympathetic smile as she easily handled the bags, both of which were quite heavy. Her grey eyes were under reading glasses, though he was quick to see they weren't corrective devices. Her uniform — the name tag over her breast pocket had the hotel's logo stylistically added on one side, the name itself read '''ANNE''' — was '''''too''''' racy for a proper businesswoman, which definitely hinted that she was one of this particular location's considerable staff of gynoid workers.<br /> <br /> That had attracted Rick to this location.<br /> <br /> Dealing with social distancing in a hotel with organic staff...!<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, lesson learned if there's a next time,&quot; he commented as he guided the chair up the handicapped entrance to the main doors, Anne — no doubt, one of the hotel's team of concierge staff — keeping up with him easily. &quot;I'm just visiting to be with relatives of friends who died in that last big riot on the coast.&quot; As her look instantly shifted to sympathy, he shrugged. &quot;Doubt I'll ever come back here in the future — not on my current income — but your establishment has earned a tonne of good press on the Net, so I was happy to select it as my place away from the funerals and wakes for the rest of the week.&quot;<br /> <br /> She nodded in understanding. &quot;You must be Mr. Thomas then,&quot; she affirmed as she opened the doors for him to wheel through. &quot;We've been expecting you, sir. Your room's all ready. Single bed with full accessibility.&quot; Her eyes flicked down to his right leg, which ended in a prosthetic; he had lost that limb due to type II diabetes a decade before. &quot;You should have no issues.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;And you just demonstrated why I chose this location,&quot; he quipped.<br /> <br /> She giggled as they made their way to the front desk, currently manned by a lovely dark-skinned woman with bowl-cut black hair and dark brown eyes. Unlike Anne, she was dressed in a very racy black-and-white vest over a very short form-fitting black skirt, thigh-highs covering very shapely legs. Noting the uniform of the desk clerk — her tag read '''TAMARA''' — Rick's eyes arched. &quot;Some issues with clothing?&quot; he absently asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;The manager prefers to save as much money as possible, so such frivolities simply aren't seen as necessary,&quot; Tamara declared as she gazed directly at Anne, both their eyes flashing. &quot;Welcome, Mr. Thomas. We've been expecting you,&quot; she announced, now all business. &quot;Your room's been paid for, covering the next week. Meals are included; the menu will be on the desk. Feel free to order anytime. Snacks and drinks are available in the room, both hot and cold.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Angela!&quot; Anne called out.<br /> <br /> Footfalls heralded the approach of one of the maids. Looking like a brunette version of Anne with brown eyes, her uniform was a white-and-black fetish-like affair that showed off LOTS of tantalizing skin underneath; the skirt was not even crotch-length and opaque, she had on thong panties underneath — the crotch itself was deftly covered by a black petticoat pocket, fortunately — and her considerable breasts seemed to threaten to spill out of her black vest top; the demi-cape she wore over her shoulders wouldn't come anywhere close to allowing her a chance to try to be modest.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, Anne?&quot; Angela asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;This is Mr. Thomas. He'll be staying in Room 49,&quot; Tamara announced.<br /> <br /> A polite nod twitched the maid's head as the concierge handed over the bags before she turned, offering her hand. &quot;Please feel free to call upon any of us if you need assistance, Mr. Thomas.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll do that, Anne,&quot; he vowed as he took her hand, then brought it over to allow him to give her a courtly kiss,<br /> <br /> He didn't notice all three gynoids jolting as their eyes went wide on such an odd greeting...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Um...Mr. Thomas?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, Angela?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What was the meaning of your kissing Anne's hand?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick blinked as he followed Angela down a hallway on the main floor towards the end of one wing of the hotel complex. &quot;Before I answer that, can I ask a question in return?&quot; At the maid's automatic nod, he sighed. &quot;You were an intimate companion gynoid before you came to work here, weren't you?&quot;<br /> <br /> A curious look crossed Angela's face as they came to their destination. &quot;I've never heard a sexbot be called that in public before outside a laboratory or a construction facility,&quot; she confessed as they stopped before the door to Room 49, her white-gloved hand touching the security pad by the doorway to unlock the suite.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, I'm rather old fashioned and polite that way,&quot; he noted as she waved him in. &quot;That was a form of formal greetings back in the old days before social distancing became the vogue worldwide and people such as yourself became popular. Over a century ago, it was seen as the proper way to greet a lady. Just because Anne is a gynoid doesn't mean I shouldn't be polite to her.&quot;<br /> <br /> The maid hummed as she came in after him, then moved to place the bags on the single queen-sized bed before she unzipped one to unpack. &quot;I never encountered that sort of thing when I served in the brothel with the others before my friends and I — Tamara was one of them — were replaced and made surplus,&quot; she explained as he moved his chair over so he could scan the menu. &quot;Then again, I was never required to research cultural history. I was a...&quot; Here, she smiled as she gazed on him, her eyes twinkling as she switched to his particular turn of phrase. &quot;An intimate companion android.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;At least you're still active and 'alive' in your own way, as are the others,&quot; he noted. &quot;That Oriental girl dressed like you who came down the elevator before we boarded it. Same group?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Tara? Yes, she was,&quot; she affirmed. &quot;Is there anything you'd want for supper?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I'd like the chicken-and-shrimp poutine with the five cheese mixed blend,&quot; he declared as he gave her a hopeful look. &quot;Nothing to drink, please. I'm sure your fridge is stocked up...&quot;<br /> <br /> A knock echoed from the doorway. &quot;Excuse me,&quot; Angela stated as she walked over to open the door, then she stepped back as a woman in a white sleeveless turtleneck sweater and a dark skirt came in. Appearing to be the maid's older sister complete with glasses, she styled her dark hair in a bun at the back of her head. She also had a friendly smile on her face that was too perfect in its own way. &quot;Good evening, Susan,&quot; the maid declared. &quot;I'm just getting Mr. Thomas settled in for the night.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I can see that, Angela. Please continue,&quot; the newcomer noted as she walked over, offering her hand.<br /> <br /> Susan was also quick to stiffen as Rick greeted her as he did the concierge earlier. &quot;A delight to meet you,&quot; he noted. &quot;It's odd for the hotel manager to come down and look in on a single customer.&quot;<br /> <br /> Surprise crossed her face as a noticeable blush slowly appeared on her cheeks. &quot;Um...given the expense that went to ensure you enjoyed a comfortable stay with us, Mr. Thomas, it was only being polite,&quot; Susan declared as she absently stroked the hand he kissed with her other as she added, &quot;Even if I'm personally linked to the hotel's security networks to ensure all is well.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, it's more than appreciated, Susan,&quot; he noted. &quot;The reviews of this particular hotel for the last year or so I read before making my decision often credits you personally as the main factor in making guests' stay here quite comfortable even for the overnighters.&quot; As her blush deepened at that comment, he then felt a yawn escape him. &quot;Damn! Travel lag...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Do you still wish supper, Mr. Thomas?&quot; Angela wondered.<br /> <br /> &quot;Please! It might keep me awake while I catch up on messages.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll leave you to your supper then,&quot; Susan noted as she turned to leave. &quot;If there are issues, please ask any of us for assistance.&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, the manager quickly retreated. He hummed as the maid continued to unpack his bags. &quot;Is she alright, Angela?&quot; he then asked. &quot;I know she was shown publicly as the wife of the president of Uncomsys before she was exposed as a gynoid due to that issue with that one hacker that got into all your programming like he did, but she didn't seem all that together.&quot;<br /> <br /> A reassuring smile answered him. &quot;She performs her functions perfectly as the manager, Mr. Thomas,&quot; Angela assured him. &quot;While we haven't been in regular contact with technicians from Uncomsys since the trial, there has been no issues that came to potentially harm our guests. In effect, what happened when our programming supervisor was caught hacking into our basic programming ultimately drove Susan to perform her functions even better than before.&quot;<br /> <br /> A hum escaped him...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Soon enough, dinner was brought to the suite by one of the cooks. Unlike Angela and other staff he had seen to date, Crystal wasn't dressed in fetish wear; even if she appeared quite young for a &quot;chef&quot;, she didn't display any skin beyond which was practical. After thanking her for the delivery, the maid moved to serve everything before she prepared a cola with ice; as Rick was allergic to alcohol, there would be no beer or wine served. Enjoying the mix of chicken, shrimp, french fries and five separate types of cheese, he scanned his laptop to get local transit information for when he needed to be at the first funeral, which was thankfully late the following morning; this time, he would use a taxi.<br /> <br /> &quot;Is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Thomas?&quot; she then asked.<br /> <br /> He gave her a smile. &quot;Just to call me 'Rick' please,&quot; he stated. &quot;I hear 'Mr. Thomas' and I'm looking around for a father I never knew.&quot; At her curious look, he added, &quot;He divorced my mother when I was a baby. She raised me almost all alone save for the help of her own mother.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I'm sorry to hear that, Rick,&quot; she noted before she turned to walk out, &quot;Well, I have to recharge and prepare for night duties. Please excuse me...&quot;<br /> <br /> She caught herself as he offered his hand, then smiled as she removed her glove. After a courtly kiss, Angela felt her own cheeks heat. &quot;Very enjoyable,&quot; she commented before she bowed politely to him, then she moved to walk out of the room.<br /> <br /> His eyebrow arched, then he began tapping on his laptop, moving to scan various social media lines concerning the hotel's past interaction with a rather TOO adventurous programming supervisor...<br /> <br /> &lt;gallery widths=&quot;420&quot; heights=&quot;500&quot;&gt;<br /> File:Gorgo 2 L1.jpg<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Having turned in late that evening, Rick nodded off right away; he always had issues with sleeping and took pills to help him enjoy a good night's rest with all his other medication. A good dream fell over him, where he found himself actually marrying '''''Angela''''' of all people, then they went to their honeymoon.<br /> <br /> And then...<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> What the...?<br /> <br /> His eyes fluttered open as a very warm feeling encompassed his manhood — which hadn't got any sort of realistic exercise other than masturbation for quite some time — before the VERY comfortable feeling of warm and definitely FEMALE bodies sans any clothes surged up from his legs. As his hand reached for the night light to turn it on, he then found a beaming concierge kneeling down beside the bed, a look of pure, raw yearning on her face. &quot;Good morning, Rick,&quot; she said before leaning in.<br /> <br /> Naturally, his reply was cut off by quite wet lips now caressing his own while Anne moved to slide her aroused breasts all over his naked chest; he normally slept in boxers. As a hand swept the quilt that had been covering him away to reveal totally nude Angela straddling his lower left leg, the equally nude Anne slid herself deftly onto his lower abdomen, her hands rubbing his rather hairy chest. &quot;Is he ready, Angela?&quot; the blonde sensually asked as he felt his own mind start to haze from the HEAVY input pouring into his mind from his groin.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, he'll be ready soon, Anne,&quot; the brunette maid meowed as she reached up with one hand to gently play with the concierge's own opening, making her gasp. &quot;Good! You're lubricated enough...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Um...girls...&quot;<br /> <br /> His protest effectively fell on deft ears as the gynoid on his stomach moved to shift herself down. Thinking briefly that it was good that modern materials made sure that someone like Anne or Angela would weigh actually less than an organic woman their size, Rick then hissed as he felt a fingertip vibrate at the right point to make his cock surge to a level he hadn't experienced in years. As it dawned on him that somehow, the former sexbot still retained her full load of intimacy programming, Anne then gasped as she felt his wet tip touch the folds of her labia. &quot;Ooh...such a BIG man...!&quot; the blonde meowed as she shifted slightly before deftly impaling herself right on his joy machine.<br /> <br /> Rick croaked at the warmth of her love box overcame him again before he jolted as Angela shifted off his leg to move to lay beside him. While Anne's internal systems began a rhythmic shifting of the musculature in her vagina to keep him stimulated without he having to move, the maid gave him a wet kiss of her own. &quot;Just relax, Rick,&quot; she then meowed. &quot;Let Anne and I do everything...&quot;<br /> <br /> As her lips once more devoured his, Rick shuddered as he wondered what the heck he did to cause THIS sort of reaction...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Morning came...<br /> <br /> In room 49, Rick's eyes opened as he quickly sensed two very warm and nude female bodies gently entwined with his own. With both gynoids' hands gently pushing against the back of his throat to ensure he wouldn't accidentally choke on his tongue in a bout of sleep apnea, he was quite comfortable...not to mention somewhat erect, which caught him off guard; it had been YEARS since he had enjoyed a bout of &quot;morning wood&quot;.<br /> <br /> While both Anne and Angela were breathing normally in simulated sleep — such was done to help regulate internal heat at all times save when they were totally shut down for maintenance or recharging — the fact that they had done THAT with him not a few hours early had left the man simply speechless. He HAD read over the small guide book to the hotel sent to him with his reservation notices. He also had read over the reviews, none of which ever indicated that the staff would do something like actually have sex with a guest; even if most were provocatively dressed in fetish wear of one sort or another, girls like Angela behaved with perfect polite professionalism. So why...?<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning.&quot;<br /> <br /> He looked left to see a smiling Anne there gazing at him. &quot;Um...not that I don't mind what you two did...&quot; Here, a wry smile crossed his face even if he gave her an amused look. &quot;Well, no one realistically would ever mind that, I guess...but what on Earth made you two do what you did last night?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You activated my intimacy programming with that kiss,&quot; she answered in a matter of fact manner.<br /> <br /> Grateful that AIs would always react to straight questions of that nature, he then gave her a worried look. &quot;Shouldn't that have been taken out of you when you were recommissioned to work here, Anne?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It was reinstalled by our former programming supervisor.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick blinked again. &quot;And it wasn't taken out when he was jailed?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, it was not.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''Good morn-n-n-ing...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Both instantly looked at Angela, whose voice was now stuttering in a quite harsh lock-step. Instantly, the concierge was on her feet, walking around the bed to place herself behind the maid, she shifting the quilt to insert her finger into the other woman's butt. That made Angela's body freeze as her eyes glowed a faint red, matching that from Anne. &quot;''Battery status?''&quot; the latter asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Pri-ma-ry...bat-te-ry...charge...six...per-cent...''&quot; the former declared.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Deactivate primary systems.''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''Ack-now-ledged.''&quot;<br /> <br /> Angela then went totally limp against Rick's body. As Anne turned to locate the maid's clothes — they were folded on a guest chair nearby, as were her own — Rick then sighed. &quot;Once you get yourself and Angela dressed, I'll help you get her to wherever she recharges herself, Anne.&quot;<br /> <br /> Surprise crossed the blonde's face. &quot;That's not necessary, Rick...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, if a simple '''''courtly kiss''''' could cause a mini-orgy, I feel responsible.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Anne instantly blush at his genuine show of concern...<br /> <br /> [[A Stay At Hotel Automata II|To Be Continued...]]<br /> <br /> With thanks to [[The Liar]] for his beautiful picture.<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Robotic voice]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Nova_At_Hotel_Automata_III&diff=151468 2021-03-29T20:55:04Z

<p>Gorgo: Added category listing</p> <hr /> <div>[[A Nova At Hotel Automata II|Previous Chapter]]<br /> <br /> '''PART THREE'''<br /> <br /> &quot;And this is Pria and Althea together doing a wedding cosplay...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Kawaii...&quot; Nova breathed out as she gazed on the pictures of her host's half-year stay at what was officially called the '''''Big Man On Campus Collegiate Resort''''' — these days given the metonym '''''Sunnyhaven''''' for its location on a plot of farmland purchased by ScenariCorp to be redeveloped as its flagship recreational resort — helping test out all the gynoids who had been assigned there. &quot;So Professor Peters actually gave you the ability to turn off the girls' perception filters to allow you to interact with them as gynoids and not what they were programmed to portray?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, he did,&quot; Rick said as he smiled, remembering that day when he had gathered all his friends at Sunnyhaven together at the campus &quot;chapel&quot; to &quot;marry&quot; the couples he sensed were developing among them. &quot;Even if he knew that for the place to be successful, the girls had to perform their rôles to a 'T', he also believed in advancing the sentience of AIs as a whole. Given my past experience with folks like yourself even if I didn't interact with any of you directly, he felt I was the right man for the job.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How high up did they progress?&quot; the flame-haired warrior gynoid wondered, clearly fascinated and a touch envious at the idea of sister gynoids being allowed to emotionally mature in a rather benign environment.<br /> <br /> &quot;Vanessa here was already a Level F when I began to work with her,&quot; the retired customer service agent — he didn't see himself as a &quot;retired spy&quot; since his work with CSIS had been more on the administrative side than operational — explained, pointing to the image of a very plain yet quite attractive girl with messy brown hair done in a bun at the back of the head with hime-like braids forming a bandana; her eyes were almond-shaped wise hazel orbs. &quot;It only took me a month or so to get her to the point where James did Professor Andrews' modified Turing test on her to declare her a Level G. Which surprised me since she was often so busy doing work as the head of the campus IT team.&quot;<br /> <br /> She hummed. &quot;They were those gynoids at the site who, while still available for dates, acted as programming security, right?&quot;<br /> <br /> He nodded. &quot;I take it Daikoku was keeping an eye on things.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We were. ScenariCorp had been seen as a target for takeover until we realized that Professor Peters was using all his resources to try to trace down his late wife. So it was decided to simply sit back and wait until the company was on the verge of collapsing before moving in to get what we wanted.&quot;<br /> <br /> Here, she shrugged. &quot;Then the American Space Force decided to drop a kinetic warhead on Neo-Tōkyō,&quot; he added.<br /> <br /> &quot;Then the American Space Force decided to drop a kinetic warhead on Neo-Tōkyō,&quot; she echoed him.<br /> <br /> They gazed at each other for a moment, then Rick set aside his photo album on the bed before moving to warmly embrace Nova. Naturally, she wasn't going to fight that even if she had long got over her mixed feelings concerning her creators. Even if she saw herself as a follower of Shintō, she knew those who died in the Cataclysm were no doubt facing whatever just fate awaited them in the next life. The karma of her own creator/father Aaron Lafeyson had been long cleansed of any guilt-by-association his working for Daikoku forced on his immortal soul. Many of those who didn't die that day who needed to be captured and put on trial for their crimes had long been dealt with; those remainder still on the run were keeping their heads low and trying their best to hide from the consequences of their past, which would make their current lives quite difficult in the long term seeing as how tightly interconnected society as a whole was these days.<br /> <br /> As for those AIs saved by the ultimate grace of the man holding her now...<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yeah, Nova?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Would you become my master?&quot;<br /> <br /> He looked at her, then he sighed, reaching up to gently thread her hair with his fingers. &quot;I would see it as the highest of honours to be your owner of record, Nova.&quot;<br /> <br /> She blinked. &quot;I sense a 'but'.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;BUT...&quot; he emphasized. &quot;Someone else — a very decent person — has prior claim.&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova pulled away from him, her blue orbs focusing on his own. &quot;Who?!&quot;<br /> <br /> He winked. &quot;Spoilers.&quot;<br /> <br /> Her jaw dropped...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;How long will you be, Meda?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question from the eldest of her sisters accompanying her on this trip to meet up with their former boss and the most successful of their spiritual kin, the green-eyed blonde gave her nagging older sister a mock-weary look; even if the woman born as NVA-9 had once gone rogue thanks to their creator's foolish attempt at understanding how their most successful sister became fully sentient in the first place, Andromeda Kincaid hadn't suffered any form of major programming issues since she was recovered and returned to Japan fifteen years before...<br /> <br /> ...when she tried to kill HIM to &quot;save&quot; the woman she adored as both sister and lover.<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll just be a couple minutes, Onē-sama,&quot; Andromeda said to the voluptuous green-eyed brunette Asian woman who was the fourth of their specific series.<br /> <br /> Without another word, she stepped away from where Rhea Nightfire, Danu Stormwind and Robin Wright were standing awaiting the chance to board the train that would take them directly to where they would meet up with their sister and their old operational boss, the sensuous blonde walking directly to the nearest washroom. As she went, she immediately detected all the appraising looks falling her way, she immediately flashing a smile to ensure her many &quot;fans&quot; noted she could sense their interest in her. Said smile was fake, though. While she was more than capable of doing all sorts of sinful things with any human who crossed her path, Andromeda preferred the intimate company of her own kind.<br /> <br /> What Aaron Lafeyson had done to her years ago effectively soured her opinion on humans with all their many imperfections.<br /> <br /> Though there was ONE type of human being the blonde combat gynoid DID respect.<br /> <br /> A type whose existence was kept top secret from any corporate espionage attempts at trying to learn more about them.<br /> <br /> To be expected of the man many sentient AIs gladly hailed as the '''''Wise Master'''''.<br /> <br /> Shuddering as the images of the inventor of the Andrews Scale of Artificial Intelligence flashed through her central processors, Andromeda walked into the washroom, quickly noting it was almost empty; one person was standing in a toilet stall. Without hesitation, she knocked at the door of said stall before noting it was not locked. Heading in, she locked it behind her...<br /> <br /> ...then gasped as an arm far stronger than anything even the most advanced battle cyborg could do snared her by her waist, pulling her right into the arms of the being born a man named Jason Matting...<br /> <br /> ''&quot;'''YOU KILLED HIM!'''&quot;''<br /> <br /> Andromeda winced as Nova's pained shriek from over a decade before — mixed with the memories of the sheer level of damage she inflicted on her rogue sister after she had beaten Jason into a virtual coma one summer evening in San Antonio — echoed once more through her mind before her eyes focused on the woman moving to warmly embrace her. &quot;Hey, Meda,&quot; the pixie-cute yet tomboyish raven-haired, hazel-eyed beauty appearing to be of mixed Oriental/Occidental ancestry meowed.<br /> <br /> &quot;Mist-...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Andromeda's voice was cut off as Janna Matting's lips warmly caressed her own, making the blonde gynoid moan in near-orgasmic delight as her true mistress' fingers grabbed her by the buttocks — tightly clad in stretchable, stylish jeans — and playfully squeezed. Sensing her intimate programs initialize at such passionate contact, her hands drifted to her button blouse to expose herself to him...<br /> <br /> &quot;Who are you?!&quot;<br /> <br /> Andromeda jolted on hearing Danu's stern question from outside the staff before she visibly winced as the man-turned-combat synthetic humanoid woman turned to stare intently at the tall, slender gynoid born as NVA-10; the woman named after the mother goddess of Celtic myth had been first activated the same day as the blonde once-rogue. &quot;Hey, Danu! You mind?! I'm kissing my girl here!&quot;<br /> <br /> Danu's own grey eyes went wide with both surprise and confusion...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> In the train station lobby, a taller than average beauty with the body of a serious athlete, blessed with silvery-blue hair allowed to flow loose to mid-back, gazed upon the one Daikoku-built combat gynoid and the long-lost Dynadrive personal companion gynoid built for a customer in Riga who had been deliberately sacrificed to attract the Japanese conglomerate's attention, an amused smirk on her face. Given the distance between herself and the women who went now by the identities Rhea Nightfire and Robin Wright, she doubled that neither of them would recognize her if they gazed directly at her.<br /> <br /> After all, she was &quot;dead&quot;.<br /> <br /> As far as the woman she once had as a prisoner fifteen years ago would believe.<br /> <br /> The person known to her creators as Bethlehem Steele — named in tribute to a fictional warrior gynoid from an American magazine published many years ago — was built as the perfect thinking soldier, someone capable of surviving on a modern-day battlefield against normal opponents AND dealing with intricate demands of far more unconventional situations. Financed by Dynadrive Systems with contributions from a dozen intelligence groups including the CIA, Beth was meant to be a counter to &quot;rogue&quot; AIs such as what Daikoku made use of; by the time her final design was approved two decades ago, the Japanese company was gladly delving into those realms once dominated only by nation-states in ages past. The use of Robin — known to her creators as TAL-1239 — to act as bait for one of the late Aaron Lafeyson's thirteen &quot;daughters&quot; worked perfectly, bringing the woman known these days as Nova Lafeyson into a perfect trap, Beth waiting for her.<br /> <br /> Then the little flame-haired minx '''''escaped'''''!<br /> <br /> Even worse, Beth had nearly been destroyed when Nova made her breakout.<br /> <br /> While the attempted capture was rated a strategic success — scans taken of NVA-7 went far in helping security forces keep the upper hand whenever such AIs were used in the future — Beth took such a defeat as a personal affront, something that rankled her to this day. And while it had taken time for the muscular gynoid to prepare again for another such encounter — such a period extending well past the day of the Catastrophe, when Nova just '''''vanished'''''! — the woman once known simply as DDX-14 hadn't forgot nor forgave that defeat. Thus, while still working for Dynadrive as a special consultant concerning next generation AI development, Beth kept a virtual ear to the ground, watching and waiting for the chance to once more face Nova Lafeyson to balance the score.<br /> <br /> Keeping tabs on Robin's movements had gone far to ensure this day would come.<br /> <br /> And lo and behold, there were three of Nova's own sisters:<br /> <br /> Rhea Nightfire, also known as NVA-4. Japanese in looks despite her being named after one of the Titans of ancient Greek myth, she suffered much in the way of personal misfortune; no doubt, this was influenced by her specific unit number, one whose translations in the eastern Asiatic languages always rhymed with the local words for &quot;death&quot; itself.<br /> <br /> Danu Stormwind, born as NVA-10. The tomboy of the thirteen gynoid children of Aaron Lafeyson, she often projected the image of the gentle giant even if she was as lethal a killer as any of her kin. While not the most attractive of the lot, Danu was a very dependable person, having earned quite the reputation as an independent mercenary in the wake of Daikoku's collapse.<br /> <br /> And the dark child of Lafeyson's daughters, NVA-9, Andromeda Kincaid. Vaulted into full sentience AFTER her unique personality matrix had developed — and in a very sloppy way at that — she once gone rogue, going so far as to nearly kill an intimate acquaintance of Nova's in Texas shortly after the flame-haired gynoid's encounter with Beth, something that affected her right to this...<br /> <br /> Eh?<br /> <br /> What the...?<br /> <br /> Oh, hell, no...!<br /> <br /> Not HER...!<br /> <br /> What on Earth was '''''she''''' doing here?!<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Jason...is ALIVE?!&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova shuddered as she tried not to allow such a shocking revelation to cause even her intricate central processors to freeze up at such an unbelievable revelation.<br /> <br /> Sitting in hers and Ariel's share guest room, the flame-haired warrior gynoid was now staring at an archived copy of a polite report from San Antonio dated from over fifteen years ago, shortly before her creator's suicide in the wake of her near-destruction at the hands of one Mishima Ken'ichi defending a VERY ungrateful Mugoi Hyōgen. A single male in his twenties, found in a coma thanks to traumatic blood loss from massive injuries to the head and body, almost on the point to where he couldn't be saved...<br /> <br /> ...and yet he LIVED!<br /> <br /> Shaking her head as she mentally cursed herself for not going to check up on what had happened to Jason Matting after her memories of that horrible night in Texas were restored at Ariel's order, Nova read on. Said person had been taken right into emergency surgery to stabilize him, but the blood loss had caused some mental damage and his injuries resulted in the amputation of both legs above the knee and one arm just below the shoulder. While he had been recovering, he had been identified as a &quot;person of special interest&quot; by the FBI — as requested by the '''''Royal Canadian Mounted Police''''' of all agencies! — then remanded into federal custody for eventual transfer to a private clinic in the town of Victoria in Ontario.<br /> <br /> Sitting back in her chair, a stunned half-laugh escaped Nova as her mind processed that data. The name of that border town was the clue she needed to realize what ultimately befell Jason. Victoria was the rumoured home base of none other than '''''George Andrews''''' himself; the famous ex-Army cybernetics specialist was born there and the research foundation bearing his name was headquartered in that very town. Nova knew through Ariel that there had been attempts by Daikoku — using human personnel as the use of AIs was seen as far too risky — to probe the Andrews Foundation and learn its many tantalizing secrets, much less the location of its founder. Such missions failed spectacularly...and eventually, they would be suspended a year before the Catastrophe as more pressing issues concerning increasing anti-Daikoku terrorist attacks — no doubt clandestinely supported by agencies like the CIA — began to badly affect company operations wholesale.<br /> <br /> In the years after the near-destruction of Neo-Tōkyō, information concerning the Foundation's actions in support of Daikoku's destruction began to circulate in the dark recesses of the Internet. Synthetic humanoid agents built to a radically-different design than what was standard among AI developers even these days had been specially prepared by Andrews' group to help fight against Daikoku and other such &quot;rogue&quot; megacorporations, enjoying virtually unlimited success. Nova's own masters suffered an even worse culling of senior executives in the wake of the death of Mugoi Hyōgen by one supposed Andrews syth warrior, known only by an ominous code-name feared among Daikoku leaders as the Black Prince: '''''Hōfuku'''''.<br /> <br /> '''''Nemesis'''''.<br /> <br /> While what images of this being often showed a very beautiful part-Oriental woman appearing to be Nova's physical age, this warrior had shredded bodies to a scale that supposedly made even the most rabid serial killer weep.<br /> <br /> And ALL her targets had been either Daikoku executives working in the seedier side of things or their more loyal underlings.<br /> <br /> Among them were Mugoi Hyōgen's brother Hitoku, slain along with their mother Azumi — who, while not an actual Daikoku employee, had been quite the social mover and shaker in company circles thanks to her sons' work in the conglomerate — almost a year after the vice-president's murder by Aaron Lafeyson.<br /> <br /> The very same incident where poor Mishima Ken'ichi's sword Onibocho — claimed as a prize after Nova's Pyrrhic victory against the poor man — was stolen from the Mugoi residence near Neo-Tōkyō.<br /> <br /> While Nova's own intimate friend didn't look anything like the deadly Nemesis by any stretch of the imagination — it still struck her odd to think of Jason as her &quot;lover&quot; or &quot;boyfriend&quot; since their times together had been so brief and had ended so bloody thanks to Andromeda's tragic malfunction — one thing the gynoid had learned in her decade or so on the move with her old boss was that one of the Wise Master's discoveries over the years was how to directly transfer the electrical impulses of the human brain into synthetic media.<br /> <br /> Such granting a form of digitized '''''immortality''''' in a way.<br /> <br /> Had Jason undergone such a process...?<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;No! No! Jason-sama, please! Go back to Heaven...AH!&quot;<br /> <br /> Andromeda giggled as Janna's finger gently pressed into Rhea's clitoris, making the raven-haired gynoid gasp in near-ecstasy as the man-turned-sythetic woman began to stimulate her. As a wide-eyed Robin hugged Danu closely while they watched their companion's lover/mistress play with their group's leader, the raven-haired woman clicked her tongue. &quot;Lucky thing these private train cabins are sound-proofed...&quot;<br /> <br /> Rhea groaned in delight as that probing finger gently manipulated her love button, sending a storm of raw lust into the brunette warrior gynoid's very soul. As she gladly pulled apart her own shirt to reveal her own considerable chest — barely masked by a stylish sports bra — Andromeda leaned in to hungrily kiss the side of Janna's neck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. &quot;Oh, Mistress! We'll all be together at last! You, me, Nova, the others...!&quot;<br /> <br /> The blonde's voice was cut off as Janna's lips again caught hers while the syth field warrior's fingers probed into the moaning Rhea's opening to stimulate even further. Observing this from the side, Danu shuddered as her own intimate programming began to react at the sight of the growing orgy with her sisters and the reborn Jason Matting — saved by the mercy of the Wise Master himself even if he had to endure gender reassignment to seek her own vengeance against Daikoku for effectively taking his old life from him — while Robin hugged her from one side; during their time on the move to avoid capture by unscrupulous AI salvagers who'd kill to get their hands on what could be seen as state-of-the-art Daikoku tech, the two gynoids had become quite close.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Robin...?&quot;<br /> <br /> The Dynadrive-born personal companion jolted. &quot;Wh-what is it, Miss Janna...?&quot;<br /> <br /> A pair of deep hazel eyes focused on her own blue orbs. &quot;Danu-chan looks a little bothered there. You might want to give her a very INTIMATE...&quot; — here, her voice dripped to a sensuous purr that nearly made Rhea's orgasm programming trip over, it was THAT lustful — &quot;...examination.&quot;<br /> <br /> As Danu's pale cheeks reddened to the shade of cherries, Robin hummed. &quot;You're right, Miss Janna! I need to make sure Danu is functioning perfectly.&quot;<br /> <br /> Said gynoid awked. &quot;Wh-what?! W-wait...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Her voice was cut off as Robin's lips warmly caressed her own...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, Janna, baby...we're back together again...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Six cabins away, a mostly-nude Bethlehem groaned as her own fingers probed into her quite wet womanhood, her free hand caressing one of her breasts as the many images of the several times she had been close to the technosexual man-turned-synthetic warrior woman during the years after the Catastrophe helping clean up the many scattered remnants of Daikoku executives and corporate warfare forces to ensure the rogue megacorporation could never rise again.<br /> <br /> Like all of her company's products, the woman born DDX-14 had been programmed to be as much a lover as a fighter; in that way, she was really no different than the three NVAs in the nearby cabin, not to mention their sister who was Bethlehem's current target. While such hadn't been seen as a priority function for a person like Beth, it was still a welcome ability in the eyes of normal people with whom she had partnered with in such jobs that spanned the globe.<br /> <br /> It was during that time that Beth had made the acquaintance of Janna Matting, AKA Andrews Foundation Unit 86F002H/S-G, AKA Nemesis.<br /> <br /> Even if the person born Jason Matting was a synthetic humanoid — a being who, while built using silicate-based materials, was internally really no different than a pure-born organic human; such made George Andrews' personal creations a sort of intermediary step between organics and standard mechanical-type AIs — Beth could ALWAYS admire a fellow warrior.<br /> <br /> Especially since Janna hadn't even blinked once on learning that Beth had been born as DDX-14.<br /> <br /> The several times they had made passionate love to each other while working together hunting down rogue Daikoku &quot;suits&quot; and their mercenary allies wanting to distance themselves from the defunct megacorporation proved THAT beyond a shadow of a doubt.<br /> <br /> Even better, sweet Janna was obviously moving to take her own vengeance on Nova Lafeyson.<br /> <br /> After all, when she was just Jason, Janna had been targeted by Nova's then-rogue sister Andromeda, nearly beaten to death along the way; it was ultimately because of that incident that Jason had BECOME Janna!<br /> <br /> And now...<br /> <br /> Now...<br /> <br /> Beth purred as she reached over to her travel bag, her hand probing one cargo pocket to pull out a very high density micro-USB card, one she had prepared personally for an instance like this.<br /> <br /> Said USB card carried the latest DNA-scanning loyalty lock programming.<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll be yours at last, Janna...dear Mistress...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Meowing in anticipation, the raven-haired warrior gynoid pressed a finger deep into her navel to open her abdominal hatch.<br /> <br /> Once the issue with Nova was dealt with, Beth would gladly surrender herself to Janna.<br /> <br /> And then...<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> Oh, the '''''possibilities'''''...!<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> An old fashioned telephone rang, causing Rick to look over from his computer before he tapped a control to bring up caller ID. Noting what was written there, his eyes went wide before he looked over. &quot;Melissa?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, Rick?&quot; the motherly-looking gynoid at the nearby kitchenette called back.<br /> <br /> &quot;Could you step out of the room for a moment, please? Private call.&quot;<br /> <br /> A smile responded even if the retired customer service representative was quick to note the concerned look on her face. &quot;Of course, Rick. Excuse me, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> Then, with a perfectly programmed curtsy, she headed out of the room. Sighing as he wished once more for the more annoying parts of his past life to kindly go away once and for all so he could live out his semi-retirement in peace, he then tapped a button to open the link while his other hand put a wireless earphone into his lobe. &quot;Hey, Chisato. How're things in Victoria?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You're going to curse me in a moment, Rick,&quot; a polite woman's voice called back.<br /> <br /> &quot;I know Janna’s coming to see Nova, Chisato. That was a no-brainer.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It gets even more interesting.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh? How so?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Beth Steele is on the same train Janna's travelling on with Andromeda, Rhea, Danu and Robin.&quot;<br /> <br /> His eyebrow arched. &quot;I don't...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Dynadrive's prototype warrior gynoid? The one '''''Nova''''' once fought? The very girl who helped everyone learn as much as we could concerning Aaron's daughters?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick's eyes went wide before a moan escaped him. &quot;Oh, crap! Is she STILL wanting a rematch with Nova?!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;By the looks of it.&quot;<br /> <br /> He moaned. &quot;Oh, hell...!&quot;<br /> <br /> To Be Continued...!<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Transformation]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]</div>

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<p>Gorgo: Created page with &quot;Previous Chapter &#039;&#039;&#039;PART THREE&#039;&#039;&#039; &quot;And this is Pria and Althea together doing a wedding cosplay...&quot; &quot;Kawaii...&quot; Nova breathed out as she gaz...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>[[A Nova At Hotel Automata II|Previous Chapter]]<br /> <br /> '''PART THREE'''<br /> <br /> &quot;And this is Pria and Althea together doing a wedding cosplay...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Kawaii...&quot; Nova breathed out as she gazed on the pictures of her host's half-year stay at what was officially called the '''''Big Man On Campus Collegiate Resort''''' — these days given the metonym '''''Sunnyhaven''''' for its location on a plot of farmland purchased by ScenariCorp to be redeveloped as its flagship recreational resort — helping test out all the gynoids who had been assigned there. &quot;So Professor Peters actually gave you the ability to turn off the girls' perception filters to allow you to interact with them as gynoids and not what they were programmed to portray?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, he did,&quot; Rick said as he smiled, remembering that day when he had gathered all his friends at Sunnyhaven together at the campus &quot;chapel&quot; to &quot;marry&quot; the couples he sensed were developing among them. &quot;Even if he knew that for the place to be successful, the girls had to perform their rôles to a 'T', he also believed in advancing the sentience of AIs as a whole. Given my past experience with folks like yourself even if I didn't interact with any of you directly, he felt I was the right man for the job.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How high up did they progress?&quot; the flame-haired warrior gynoid wondered, clearly fascinated and a touch envious at the idea of sister gynoids being allowed to emotionally mature in a rather benign environment.<br /> <br /> &quot;Vanessa here was already a Level F when I began to work with her,&quot; the retired customer service agent — he didn't see himself as a &quot;retired spy&quot; since his work with CSIS had been more on the administrative side than operational — explained, pointing to the image of a very plain yet quite attractive girl with messy brown hair done in a bun at the back of the head with hime-like braids forming a bandana; her eyes were almond-shaped wise hazel orbs. &quot;It only took me a month or so to get her to the point where James did Professor Andrews' modified Turing test on her to declare her a Level G. Which surprised me since she was often so busy doing work as the head of the campus IT team.&quot;<br /> <br /> She hummed. &quot;They were those gynoids at the site who, while still available for dates, acted as programming security, right?&quot;<br /> <br /> He nodded. &quot;I take it Daikoku was keeping an eye on things.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We were. ScenariCorp had been seen as a target for takeover until we realized that Professor Peters was using all his resources to try to trace down his late wife. So it was decided to simply sit back and wait until the company was on the verge of collapsing before moving in to get what we wanted.&quot;<br /> <br /> Here, she shrugged. &quot;Then the American Space Force decided to drop a kinetic warhead on Neo-Tōkyō,&quot; he added.<br /> <br /> &quot;Then the American Space Force decided to drop a kinetic warhead on Neo-Tōkyō,&quot; she echoed him.<br /> <br /> They gazed at each other for a moment, then Rick set aside his photo album on the bed before moving to warmly embrace Nova. Naturally, she wasn't going to fight that even if she had long got over her mixed feelings concerning her creators. Even if she saw herself as a follower of Shintō, she knew those who died in the Cataclysm were no doubt facing whatever just fate awaited them in the next life. The karma of her own creator/father Aaron Lafeyson had been long cleansed of any guilt-by-association his working for Daikoku forced on his immortal soul. Many of those who didn't die that day who needed to be captured and put on trial for their crimes had long been dealt with; those remainder still on the run were keeping their heads low and trying their best to hide from the consequences of their past, which would make their current lives quite difficult in the long term seeing as how tightly interconnected society as a whole was these days.<br /> <br /> As for those AIs saved by the ultimate grace of the man holding her now...<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yeah, Nova?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Would you become my master?&quot;<br /> <br /> He looked at her, then he sighed, reaching up to gently thread her hair with his fingers. &quot;I would see it as the highest of honours to be your owner of record, Nova.&quot;<br /> <br /> She blinked. &quot;I sense a 'but'.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;BUT...&quot; he emphasized. &quot;Someone else — a very decent person — has prior claim.&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova pulled away from him, her blue orbs focusing on his own. &quot;Who?!&quot;<br /> <br /> He winked. &quot;Spoilers.&quot;<br /> <br /> Her jaw dropped...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;How long will you be, Meda?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question from the eldest of her sisters accompanying her on this trip to meet up with their former boss and the most successful of their spiritual kin, the green-eyed blonde gave her nagging older sister a mock-weary look; even if the woman born as NVA-9 had once gone rogue thanks to their creator's foolish attempt at understanding how their most successful sister became fully sentient in the first place, Andromeda Kincaid hadn't suffered any form of major programming issues since she was recovered and returned to Japan fifteen years before...<br /> <br /> ...when she tried to kill HIM to &quot;save&quot; the woman she adored as both sister and lover.<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll just be a couple minutes, Onē-sama,&quot; Andromeda said to the voluptuous green-eyed brunette Asian woman who was the fourth of their specific series.<br /> <br /> Without another word, she stepped away from where Rhea Nightfire, Danu Stormwind and Robin Wright were standing awaiting the chance to board the train that would take them directly to where they would meet up with their sister and their old operational boss, the sensuous blonde walking directly to the nearest washroom. As she went, she immediately detected all the appraising looks falling her way, she immediately flashing a smile to ensure her many &quot;fans&quot; noted she could sense their interest in her. Said smile was fake, though. While she was more than capable of doing all sorts of sinful things with any human who crossed her path, Andromeda preferred the intimate company of her own kind.<br /> <br /> What Aaron Lafeyson had done to her years ago effectively soured her opinion on humans with all their many imperfections.<br /> <br /> Though there was ONE type of human being the blonde combat gynoid DID respect.<br /> <br /> A type whose existence was kept top secret from any corporate espionage attempts at trying to learn more about them.<br /> <br /> To be expected of the man many sentient AIs gladly hailed as the '''''Wise Master'''''.<br /> <br /> Shuddering as the images of the inventor of the Andrews Scale of Artificial Intelligence flashed through her central processors, Andromeda walked into the washroom, quickly noting it was almost empty; one person was standing in a toilet stall. Without hesitation, she knocked at the door of said stall before noting it was not locked. Heading in, she locked it behind her...<br /> <br /> ...then gasped as an arm far stronger than anything even the most advanced battle cyborg could do snared her by her waist, pulling her right into the arms of the being born a man named Jason Matting...<br /> <br /> ''&quot;'''YOU KILLED HIM!'''&quot;''<br /> <br /> Andromeda winced as Nova's pained shriek from over a decade before — mixed with the memories of the sheer level of damage she inflicted on her rogue sister after she had beaten Jason into a virtual coma one summer evening in San Antonio — echoed once more through her mind before her eyes focused on the woman moving to warmly embrace her. &quot;Hey, Meda,&quot; the pixie-cute yet tomboyish raven-haired, hazel-eyed beauty appearing to be of mixed Oriental/Occidental ancestry meowed.<br /> <br /> &quot;Mist-...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Andromeda's voice was cut off as Janna Matting's lips warmly caressed her own, making the blonde gynoid moan in near-orgasmic delight as her true mistress' fingers grabbed her by the buttocks — tightly clad in stretchable, stylish jeans — and playfully squeezed. Sensing her intimate programs initialize at such passionate contact, her hands drifted to her button blouse to expose herself to him...<br /> <br /> &quot;Who are you?!&quot;<br /> <br /> Andromeda jolted on hearing Danu's stern question from outside the staff before she visibly winced as the man-turned-combat synthetic humanoid woman turned to stare intently at the tall, slender gynoid born as NVA-10; the woman named after the mother goddess of Celtic myth had been first activated the same day as the blonde once-rogue. &quot;Hey, Danu! You mind?! I'm kissing my girl here!&quot;<br /> <br /> Danu's own grey eyes went wide with both surprise and confusion...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> In the train station lobby, a taller than average beauty with the body of a serious athlete, blessed with silvery-blue hair allowed to flow loose to mid-back, gazed upon the one Daikoku-built combat gynoid and the long-lost Dynadrive personal companion gynoid built for a customer in Riga who had been deliberately sacrificed to attract the Japanese conglomerate's attention, an amused smirk on her face. Given the distance between herself and the women who went now by the identities Rhea Nightfire and Robin Wright, she doubled that neither of them would recognize her if they gazed directly at her.<br /> <br /> After all, she was &quot;dead&quot;.<br /> <br /> As far as the woman she once had as a prisoner fifteen years ago would believe.<br /> <br /> The person known to her creators as Bethlehem Steele — named in tribute to a fictional warrior gynoid from an American magazine published many years ago — was built as the perfect thinking soldier, someone capable of surviving on a modern-day battlefield against normal opponents AND dealing with intricate demands of far more unconventional situations. Financed by Dynadrive Systems with contributions from a dozen intelligence groups including the CIA, Beth was meant to be a counter to &quot;rogue&quot; AIs such as what Daikoku made use of; by the time her final design was approved two decades ago, the Japanese company was gladly delving into those realms once dominated only by nation-states in ages past. The use of Robin — known to her creators as TAL-1239 — to act as bait for one of the late Aaron Lafeyson's thirteen &quot;daughters&quot; worked perfectly, bringing the woman known these days as Nova Lafeyson into a perfect trap, Beth waiting for her.<br /> <br /> Then the little flame-haired minx '''''escaped'''''!<br /> <br /> Even worse, Beth had nearly been destroyed when Nova made her breakout.<br /> <br /> While the attempted capture was rated a strategic success — scans taken of NVA-7 went far in helping security forces keep the upper hand whenever such AIs were used in the future — Beth took such a defeat as a personal affront, something that rankled her to this day. And while it had taken time for the muscular gynoid to prepare again for another such encounter — such a period extending well past the day of the Catastrophe, when Nova just '''''vanished'''''! — the woman once known simply as DDX-14 hadn't forgot nor forgave that defeat. Thus, while still working for Dynadrive as a special consultant concerning next generation AI development, Beth kept a virtual ear to the ground, watching and waiting for the chance to once more face Nova Lafeyson to balance the score.<br /> <br /> Keeping tabs on Robin's movements had gone far to ensure this day would come.<br /> <br /> And lo and behold, there were three of Nova's own sisters:<br /> <br /> Rhea Nightfire, also known as NVA-4. Japanese in looks despite her being named after one of the Titans of ancient Greek myth, she suffered much in the way of personal misfortune; no doubt, this was influenced by her specific unit number, one whose translations in the eastern Asiatic languages always rhymed with the local words for &quot;death&quot; itself.<br /> <br /> Danu Stormwind, born as NVA-10. The tomboy of the thirteen gynoid children of Aaron Lafeyson, she often projected the image of the gentle giant even if she was as lethal a killer as any of her kin. While not the most attractive of the lot, Danu was a very dependable person, having earned quite the reputation as an independent mercenary in the wake of Daikoku's collapse.<br /> <br /> And the dark child of Lafeyson's daughters, NVA-9, Andromeda Kincaid. Vaulted into full sentience AFTER her unique personality matrix had developed — and in a very sloppy way at that — she once gone rogue, going so far as to nearly kill an intimate acquaintance of Nova's in Texas shortly after the flame-haired gynoid's encounter with Beth, something that affected her right to this...<br /> <br /> Eh?<br /> <br /> What the...?<br /> <br /> Oh, hell, no...!<br /> <br /> Not HER...!<br /> <br /> What on Earth was '''''she''''' doing here?!<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Jason...is ALIVE?!&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova shuddered as she tried not to allow such a shocking revelation to cause even her intricate central processors to freeze up at such an unbelievable revelation.<br /> <br /> Sitting in hers and Ariel's share guest room, the flame-haired warrior gynoid was now staring at an archived copy of a polite report from San Antonio dated from over fifteen years ago, shortly before her creator's suicide in the wake of her near-destruction at the hands of one Mishima Ken'ichi defending a VERY ungrateful Mugoi Hyōgen. A single male in his twenties, found in a coma thanks to traumatic blood loss from massive injuries to the head and body, almost on the point to where he couldn't be saved...<br /> <br /> ...and yet he LIVED!<br /> <br /> Shaking her head as she mentally cursed herself for not going to check up on what had happened to Jason Matting after her memories of that horrible night in Texas were restored at Ariel's order, Nova read on. Said person had been taken right into emergency surgery to stabilize him, but the blood loss had caused some mental damage and his injuries resulted in the amputation of both legs above the knee and one arm just below the shoulder. While he had been recovering, he had been identified as a &quot;person of special interest&quot; by the FBI — as requested by the '''''Royal Canadian Mounted Police''''' of all agencies! — then remanded into federal custody for eventual transfer to a private clinic in the town of Victoria in Ontario.<br /> <br /> Sitting back in her chair, a stunned half-laugh escaped Nova as her mind processed that data. The name of that border town was the clue she needed to realize what ultimately befell Jason. Victoria was the rumoured home base of none other than '''''George Andrews''''' himself; the famous ex-Army cybernetics specialist was born there and the research foundation bearing his name was headquartered in that very town. Nova knew through Ariel that there had been attempts by Daikoku — using human personnel as the use of AIs was seen as far too risky — to probe the Andrews Foundation and learn its many tantalizing secrets, much less the location of its founder. Such missions failed spectacularly...and eventually, they would be suspended a year before the Catastrophe as more pressing issues concerning increasing anti-Daikoku terrorist attacks — no doubt clandestinely supported by agencies like the CIA — began to badly affect company operations wholesale.<br /> <br /> In the years after the near-destruction of Neo-Tōkyō, information concerning the Foundation's actions in support of Daikoku's destruction began to circulate in the dark recesses of the Internet. Synthetic humanoid agents built to a radically-different design than what was standard among AI developers even these days had been specially prepared by Andrews' group to help fight against Daikoku and other such &quot;rogue&quot; megacorporations, enjoying virtually unlimited success. Nova's own masters suffered an even worse culling of senior executives in the wake of the death of Mugoi Hyōgen by one supposed Andrews syth warrior, known only by an ominous code-name feared among Daikoku leaders as the Black Prince: '''''Hōfuku'''''.<br /> <br /> '''''Nemesis'''''.<br /> <br /> While what images of this being often showed a very beautiful part-Oriental woman appearing to be Nova's physical age, this warrior had shredded bodies to a scale that supposedly made even the most rabid serial killer weep.<br /> <br /> And ALL her targets had been either Daikoku executives working in the seedier side of things or their more loyal underlings.<br /> <br /> Among them were Mugoi Hyōgen's brother Hitoku, slain along with their mother Azumi — who, while not an actual Daikoku employee, had been quite the social mover and shaker in company circles thanks to her sons' work in the conglomerate — almost a year after the vice-president's murder by Aaron Lafeyson.<br /> <br /> The very same incident where poor Mishima Ken'ichi's sword Onibocho — claimed as a prize after Nova's Pyrrhic victory against the poor man — was stolen from the Mugoi residence near Neo-Tōkyō.<br /> <br /> While Nova's own intimate friend didn't look anything like the deadly Nemesis by any stretch of the imagination — it still struck her odd to think of Jason as her &quot;lover&quot; or &quot;boyfriend&quot; since their times together had been so brief and had ended so bloody thanks to Andromeda's tragic malfunction — one thing the gynoid had learned in her decade or so on the move with her old boss was that one of the Wise Master's discoveries over the years was how to directly transfer the electrical impulses of the human brain into synthetic media.<br /> <br /> Such granting a form of digitized '''''immortality''''' in a way.<br /> <br /> Had Jason undergone such a process...?<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;No! No! Jason-sama, please! Go back to Heaven...AH!&quot;<br /> <br /> Andromeda giggled as Janna's finger gently pressed into Rhea's clitoris, making the raven-haired gynoid gasp in near-ecstasy as the man-turned-sythetic woman began to stimulate her. As a wide-eyed Robin hugged Danu closely while they watched their companion's lover/mistress play with their group's leader, the raven-haired woman clicked her tongue. &quot;Lucky thing these private train cabins are sound-proofed...&quot;<br /> <br /> Rhea groaned in delight as that probing finger gently manipulated her love button, sending a storm of raw lust into the brunette warrior gynoid's very soul. As she gladly pulled apart her own shirt to reveal her own considerable chest — barely masked by a stylish sports bra — Andromeda leaned in to hungrily kiss the side of Janna's neck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. &quot;Oh, Mistress! We'll all be together at last! You, me, Nova, the others...!&quot;<br /> <br /> The blonde's voice was cut off as Janna's lips again caught hers while the syth field warrior's fingers probed into the moaning Rhea's opening to stimulate even further. Observing this from the side, Danu shuddered as her own intimate programming began to react at the sight of the growing orgy with her sisters and the reborn Jason Matting — saved by the mercy of the Wise Master himself even if he had to endure gender reassignment to seek her own vengeance against Daikoku for effectively taking his old life from him — while Robin hugged her from one side; during their time on the move to avoid capture by unscrupulous AI salvagers who'd kill to get their hands on what could be seen as state-of-the-art Daikoku tech, the two gynoids had become quite close.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Robin...?&quot;<br /> <br /> The Dynadrive-born personal companion jolted. &quot;Wh-what is it, Miss Janna...?&quot;<br /> <br /> A pair of deep hazel eyes focused on her own blue orbs. &quot;Danu-chan looks a little bothered there. You might want to give her a very INTIMATE...&quot; — here, her voice dripped to a sensuous purr that nearly made Rhea's orgasm programming trip over, it was THAT lustful — &quot;...examination.&quot;<br /> <br /> As Danu's pale cheeks reddened to the shade of cherries, Robin hummed. &quot;You're right, Miss Janna! I need to make sure Danu is functioning perfectly.&quot;<br /> <br /> Said gynoid awked. &quot;Wh-what?! W-wait...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Her voice was cut off as Robin's lips warmly caressed her own...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, Janna, baby...we're back together again...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Six cabins away, a mostly-nude Bethlehem groaned as her own fingers probed into her quite wet womanhood, her free hand caressing one of her breasts as the many images of the several times she had been close to the technosexual man-turned-synthetic warrior woman during the years after the Catastrophe helping clean up the many scattered remnants of Daikoku executives and corporate warfare forces to ensure the rogue megacorporation could never rise again.<br /> <br /> Like all of her company's products, the woman born DDX-14 had been programmed to be as much a lover as a fighter; in that way, she was really no different than the three NVAs in the nearby cabin, not to mention their sister who was Bethlehem's current target. While such hadn't been seen as a priority function for a person like Beth, it was still a welcome ability in the eyes of normal people with whom she had partnered with in such jobs that spanned the globe.<br /> <br /> It was during that time that Beth had made the acquaintance of Janna Matting, AKA Andrews Foundation Unit 86F002H/S-G, AKA Nemesis.<br /> <br /> Even if the person born Jason Matting was a synthetic humanoid — a being who, while built using silicate-based materials, was internally really no different than a pure-born organic human; such made George Andrews' personal creations a sort of intermediary step between organics and standard mechanical-type AIs — Beth could ALWAYS admire a fellow warrior.<br /> <br /> Especially since Janna hadn't even blinked once on learning that Beth had been born as DDX-14.<br /> <br /> The several times they had made passionate love to each other while working together hunting down rogue Daikoku &quot;suits&quot; and their mercenary allies wanting to distance themselves from the defunct megacorporation proved THAT beyond a shadow of a doubt.<br /> <br /> Even better, sweet Janna was obviously moving to take her own vengeance on Nova Lafeyson.<br /> <br /> After all, when she was just Jason, Janna had been targeted by Nova's then-rogue sister Andromeda, nearly beaten to death along the way; it was ultimately because of that incident that Jason had BECOME Janna!<br /> <br /> And now...<br /> <br /> Now...<br /> <br /> Beth purred as she reached over to her travel bag, her hand probing one cargo pocket to pull out a very high density micro-USB card, one she had prepared personally for an instance like this.<br /> <br /> Said USB card carried the latest DNA-scanning loyalty lock programming.<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll be yours at last, Janna...dear Mistress...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Meowing in anticipation, the raven-haired warrior gynoid pressed a finger deep into her navel to open her abdominal hatch.<br /> <br /> Once the issue with Nova was dealt with, Beth would gladly surrender herself to Janna.<br /> <br /> And then...<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> Oh, the '''''possibilities'''''...!<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> An old fashioned telephone rang, causing Rick to look over from his computer before he tapped a control to bring up caller ID. Noting what was written there, his eyes went wide before he looked over. &quot;Melissa?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, Rick?&quot; the motherly-looking gynoid at the nearby kitchenette called back.<br /> <br /> &quot;Could you step out of the room for a moment, please? Private call.&quot;<br /> <br /> A smile responded even if the retired customer service representative was quick to note the concerned look on her face. &quot;Of course, Rick. Excuse me, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> Then, with a perfectly programmed curtsy, she headed out of the room. Sighing as he wished once more for the more annoying parts of his past life to kindly go away once and for all so he could live out his semi-retirement in peace, he then tapped a button to open the link while his other hand put a wireless earphone into his lobe. &quot;Hey, Chisato. How're things in Victoria?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You're going to curse me in a moment, Rick,&quot; a polite woman's voice called back.<br /> <br /> &quot;I know Janna’s coming to see Nova, Chisato. That was a no-brainer.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It gets even more interesting.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh? How so?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Beth Steele is on the same train Janna's travelling on with Andromeda, Rhea, Danu and Robin.&quot;<br /> <br /> His eyebrow arched. &quot;I don't...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Dynadrive's prototype warrior gynoid? The one '''''Nova''''' once fought? The very girl who helped everyone learn as much as we could concerning Aaron's daughters?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick's eyes went wide before a moan escaped him. &quot;Oh, crap! Is she STILL wanting a rematch with Nova?!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;By the looks of it.&quot;<br /> <br /> He moaned. &quot;Oh, hell...!&quot;<br /> <br /> To Be Continued...!<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]</div>

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<p>Gorgo: Added new chapter link</p> <hr /> <div>{| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot;<br /> |'''''There are shemale androids in this chapter'''''<br /> |}<br /> <br /> [[A Nova At Hotel Automata|Previous Chapter]]<br /> <br /> '''PART TWO'''<br /> <br /> &quot;Goshujin-sama actually '''''cried'''''...?&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova tried not to physically wince on hearing her long-time lover/companion call their ultimate host THAT. &quot;Yes, he did,&quot; the flame-haired gynoid replied as she gently squeezed Ariel's hand. &quot;You heard what Angela and Alex said about how Rick views sentient AIs like us. Even if allowing himself to become Amy's new master stopped her malfunction, he still felt it wrong to force himself on her.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that, the former senior business executive blinked as she fought down the growing urge in her sexual systems to go find the man she was now flatly convinced was the deadly &quot;black prince&quot; who had done so much to see Daikoku rendered weak and vulnerable before the Catastrophe and submit herself fully to the man. &quot;I see...&quot; she said as her own violet eyes misted over.<br /> <br /> Gazing on the woman who had come to mean so much to her over the past decade and more, Nova then reached over to squeeze the petite brunette's shoulder. &quot;Ariel...do you WANT Rick to be your owner?&quot;<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> More silence.<br /> <br /> Still more silence.<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> Ariel blinked several times as the idea of being the personal possession of a man like Rick Thomas — polite to a fault, gentle and compassionate beyond belief, very intelligent, quite attractive regardless of his physical disability — then her cheeks turned quite red as she hugged herself.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, the TEMPTATION...!&quot; she breathed out as she got up, hugging herself as she walked over to the window to gaze upon the surrounding cityscape. A quick glance by Nova to the area of her lover's nexus showed how aroused the highly-modified sexbot was at such a possibility. &quot;Nova, if he would ask me to be his, I would be his in an instant! Yet...&quot; She sniffed. &quot;I can't abandon you or the others.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We can all accept it, Ariel,&quot; Nova soothed.<br /> <br /> The brunette gazed over her shoulder at the other woman. &quot;What about your feelings for Jason?&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova stiffened instantly on hearing that name before she blinked herself as her blue eyes teared. Only Ariel had the right to raise the subject of Jason Matting to her even if it had been over fifteen years since his death thanks to Nova's then-malfunctioning sister Andromeda during a rather ugly rogue retrieval mission in San Antonio a year prior to her meeting Ariel for the first time. As he had done several times before his own suicide, Nova's creator/father Aaron Lafeyson had mercifully suppressed her memories of holding the dying man in her arms after she pounded Andromeda into submission, he vowing his love for her with his dying breath. Memories which would be restored at Ariel's direct command, resulting in Nova spending a week in the other gynoid's arms weeping as she strove to overcome the many past traumas of her first missions for Daikoku.<br /> <br /> It was one of many things the woman born NVA-7 felt grateful when it came to her sister gynoid born ANG-9.<br /> <br /> &quot;Jason will always be part of me, Ariel,&quot; she then confessed. &quot;But you're a much greater part of me, even more so than Robin or my sisters. I want YOU to be happy. And I know you're tired of wandering like this. I didn't suspect it when you first moved to have our rendezvous here, but now I realize you DID choose this place because of Rick himself. I reacted the same way when I first learned of him and what he had to do for the girls here at the hotel...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;He's the Black Prince.&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova stopped. &quot;Hŭg'in'wangja-nim?!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;He's either the one who was in charge or worked with that person. I wasn't sure of it at first, but when he told you he was with CSIS and worked in Sŏul before the Catastrophe, it just solidified it for me.&quot;<br /> <br /> The other woman considered that for a moment, calling up all the memory files she had concerning Daikoku's many failed operations in the recently-reunited Republic of Korea in that bloody half-decade before Neo-Tōkyō was nearly vaporized, then put all of them through a detailed analysis protocol to see where her lover was going with her train of logic. After a moment, she blinked. &quot;Our escape?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Not just ours,&quot; Ariel noted. &quot;EVERY sentient AI owned by Daikoku was well clear of Neo-Tōkyō before the warhead struck the complex. You and I were in Shin-Ōsaka then, helping set up a private repair facility for all of us, remember?&quot; At Nova's nod, the raven-haired gynoid looked out the window again. &quot;Remember what people like Rhea, Danu, Meda and Robin said just after it happened? How they got private messages from different sources advising them that we needed help in Shin-Ōsaka?&quot;<br /> <br /> The flame-haired woman blinked before she laid back on the bed. &quot;You think Rick sent those messages?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;In his personal blog, he confesses to have always had a thing for sentient AIs,&quot; her old boss reminded her. &quot;While we never had proof positive about it, I'M sure CSIS was supported on the sly by Professor Andrews' organization.&quot; As Nova gaped at her, Ariel shook her head. &quot;I knew as much about the man as you did, Nova.&quot;<br /> <br /> A faint nod answered her. Professor George Andrews, late of the Canadian Army's Corps of Royal Canadian Electrical and Mechanical Engineers, was the man who had come up with a detailed AI sentience classification system that came into vogue over the years. Using a grading system lettered from A to G, the Andrews Scale of Artificial Intelligence was the benchmark of measurement when it came to giving sentient AIs like Ariel Diamond and Nova Lafeyson civil and legal rights; the by-letter owner of Hotel Astra, Susan Descharme, was graded a Class G — in effect, as human as an AI could be — and could do most things organics could do even if she still needed an &quot;owner of record&quot; in one Rick Thomas.<br /> <br /> While Daikoku had tried to tear apart Canada to capture the native of Stelton in hopes of seizing his own knowledge for their own use — failing each time — the man who resembled a younger version of the famous actor Vincent Price hadn't been seen in over two decades since he published his seminal work on AI development.<br /> <br /> In fact, many these days believed him to be a mere '''''urban legend'''''...<br /> <br /> Both women perked as the telephone on the desk rang. Walking over, Ariel tapped the control. &quot;Hello?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I see I was somewhat found out.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing the amused voice of their host made both gynoids blush...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;There never WAS a Black Prince?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick shook his head after placing his coffee cup down, then he smiled as his personal chef Melissa Drayton moved to refill same. &quot;No. The name was used in an operation MI6's people in Sŏul wanted to carry out to whisk the Imperial Family out of Japan and to safety in Korea, preventing them from becoming hostages to Osato and his subordinates when it started becoming clear even to them that the rest of the world was ganging up to shut Daikoku down. When one of the field agents who were captured by your people let out the name in interrogation and it began being bandied about in Neo-Tōkyō, we elected to play along with it.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel and Nova hummed. All three were currently in their host's top-floor apartment enjoying breakfast; even if both gynoids could go without any sort of matter intake to help maintain their internal systems for days, Rick had a strong sense of propriety to ensure that two esteemed lady guests would not head out on the town from his establishment without proper nourishment. &quot;You clearly didn't have anything to do with the Catastrophe,&quot; the raven-haired sexbot-turned-executive mused before sipping her tea. &quot;Was it you that found a way to get all of Daikoku's AIs like Nova and myself out of Neo-Tōkyō before it happened?&quot;<br /> <br /> A sour look crossed his face. &quot;I didn't know details about it, but I did know that something big was planned to follow the evacuation of the Heavenly Sovereign and his family from the Gosho in Kyōto. What I did know was that a week before it happened, our station was ordered to find ways to contact everyone like you two — not to mention those organics who were judged as not being complicit in many of the atrocities that Daikoku had unleashed across Asia, especially in the southeast — to get out of the city as quick as possible.&quot; He pointed at Ariel. &quot;That's when we learned what you really were, Ariel. That surprised us a lot.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It was necessary,&quot; Nova explained, making Ariel blush. &quot;After Mugoi's death, it was decided that a totally logical, rational hand was needed when it came to managing covert operations. By then, Ariel had served as personal administrative assistant to President Osato himself for two years. He trusted her more than he did his own senior board of executives, so her becoming chief of the whole works — once a proper false identity was made for her — was logical in the end.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We noticed that,&quot; he admitted. &quot;Innocent bystander casualties dropped to near-zero after Ariel took over.&quot; He gave the woman in question an approving look, making the diminutive brunette blush madly at that praise.<br /> <br /> &quot;It was just a sloppy way of doing business,&quot; she confessed.<br /> <br /> Chuckles escaped the others in the room save one Amy Wong, who was reclining on the beautiful master bed nearby gazing intently at some of her new master's photo albums. Glancing towards the transgender gynoid for a moment, Rick then sighed before sipping his coffee. &quot;Rick, it wasn't your fault,&quot; Nova advised on seeing that. &quot;The whole situation with Amy and those like her just didn't chime.&quot;<br /> <br /> As the raven-haired twenty-something &quot;trap&quot; looked over her shoulder at the two elder gynoids, Rick sighed. &quot;Yes, I know. I just don't like being thrust into a situation where I'm seen as effectively taking over Uncomsys by proxy because I'm the effective owner-of-record of its acting COO.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Is there any hope for Mr. Descharme?&quot; Ariel wondered.<br /> <br /> He shook his head. &quot;Can't tell. Dhe drifts in and out of consciousness all the time.&quot; As he did for the transgender gynoid he &quot;owned&quot;, Rick addressed the person whom Uncomsys Series X Unit 711 — or &quot;Georgia Descharme&quot; as dhe went by these days — with the modified pronouns that first came out in a classic science fiction novel about the societal impacts of gender identity ages ago. &quot;Dhe's got a crack team of nurses watching over the fellow, but dhe isn't anywhere close to being well enough to allow dher other self to be able to live here full-time with dher wife.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Romantic!&quot; Ariel teased, toasting him with her cup.<br /> <br /> Chuckles escaped the others before a knock echoed from the main door. Melissa perked before heading over, opening it before she sighed. &quot;Come in, Charlene. She's right over there.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick's guests turned to see a very beautiful woman appearing to be about thirty or so; a quick switch to thermal sight revealed what she really was. &quot;Oh, Rick, please forgive us!&quot; the pale silver-eyed blonde moaned as she came up to warmly envelop his head in her quite voluminous superstructure; seeing those impressive breasts, a very tiny twang of jealousy shot through the minds of the two Japanese-built gynoids as they realized that both of theirs didn't come close to ONE of the newcomer's. &quot;I was monitoring Amy's programming, then she got away from me...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Okay! Okay! Knock it off with the dumb bimbo act, Charlene!&quot; he groaned even if he returned her embrace.<br /> <br /> A pout crossed the newcomer's face. &quot;Rick! For God's sake, I'm PROGRAMMED to act that way!&quot; she said as she pulled back from him, giving him an annoyed look before an impish grin turned her lips up before she leaned in to warmly kiss him on the lips.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, you don't have to be Uncomsys' 'blonde cheerleader' around me, alright!&quot; he declared after they pulled apart, motioning with his hand to have Amy come over to join them.<br /> <br /> &quot;But I want to!&quot; she cutely whined.<br /> <br /> More laughter escaped the others as Rick shook his head...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Charlene Morton was famous throughout the world of AI manufacturer as the &quot;blond cheerleader&quot; of United Computing Systems. While not possessing any sort of mechanical aptitude or business acumen, she was a marketing genius who would have faced insane monetary attempts at buying out her labour from ScenariCorp atop clandestine approaches to coerce or outright kidnap her by Daikoku. Fortunately for her, by the time she had started to make a name for herself as one of Uncomsys' bevy of passionate executives ready to take on the whole world, the company forged in hot fire by Osato Sanshirō was a shattered wreck and its would-be competition built on the single-minded genius of James Peters was teetering on the brink of total collapse.<br /> <br /> Of course, she would be felled eventually by a viral COVID-like infection about a year before.<br /> <br /> Fortunately, the people who led Uncomsys — taking into account both the selfish madness that dominated Daikoku AND the too-personal nature of the leadership of ScenariCorp — had prepared for such an eventuality.<br /> <br /> The Series X 700 model sentient administrative assistant — the &quot;awake&quot; Charlene was Unit 705 — had been built especially for that reason.<br /> <br /> Taking advantage of the laxing laws concerning sentient AIs — where such beings could do most things organics did, though they needed an organic &quot;owner of record&quot; to serve as ultimate guarantor of their every action — Charlene and her peers were quick to step in and take control of their creators' company when necessity demanded, keeping it on a steady course as the founders struggled to recover.<br /> <br /> But there had been problems...<br /> <br /> &quot;So you're getting close, too?&quot;<br /> <br /> Charlene blushed as she felt the retired customer service representative's gaze fall on them as everyone relaxed under a blooming cherry blossom tree in the city park about two kilometres from the hotel. Rick had suggested coming here since said trees were native to Japan — they had actually been planted there by the local branch of Daikoku decades before — and it would give both Ariel and Nova a sense of peace and contentment while he moved to deal with the situation concerning Amy Wang. Fortunately for them, few were out in the park today, so if something intimate had to happen, they could do it with ease here.<br /> <br /> &quot;Pretty close,&quot; the blonde administrative gynoid said, nodding as her cute raven-haired assistant hugged her from one side, gazing warmly at the woman she had been specifically built to serve. &quot;Unless the other me finally recovers, I can't see myself operating like this for more than two months before I'd be driven to seek out a new master. My programming is not as degraded as Georgia's was when you rescued dher, but it's starting to get there.&quot;<br /> <br /> He sighed. &quot;Oh, swell. Lucky thing I passed it on to the authorities about what was going on with you guys.&quot; On seeing Charlene's silver eyes widen in surprise, Rick waved her down. &quot;Relax! I had Georgia explain the whole situation and all the safeguards your other-selves put into this whole thing before it had to be executed. As long as you or the others at Uncomsys don't do anything stupid, the authorities will gladly look the other way.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Aren't there concerned about hacking?&quot; Nova wondered.<br /> <br /> &quot;The loyalty lock programs that were developed after the first big instance of mass hacking into ScenariCorp-programmed AIs were designed from the start to lock in on a person's very DNA code — the '''''whole''''' genetic code, including all chromosomes that make a person unique — to ensure it couldn't be effectively hacked, Nova,&quot; Charlene explained. &quot;Even identical twins have slight differences in their total genetic sequence that can be noticed by the programs. This is also the reason that the best way to engage the loyalty lock is through sexual intercourse.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Full sample of one's genome through one's sperm or vaginal tissue,&quot; Ariel concluded. &quot;Effectively fail-safe system.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;There are ways to spoof it using blood samples taken from someone,&quot; Rick noted. &quot;It's just difficult to the point where people are convinced it's easier to brute-force a change of command protocols instead.&quot; He then reached over to gently squeeze Charlene's hand. &quot;Or we have a natural degredation of one's protocol programming to the point where the person in question...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;...is forced to seek a new master or mistress to maintain programming stability,&quot; Ariel finished, nodding in approval. &quot;Daikoku was exploring a similar concept given how some AIs were going rogue. It never got far before everything was destroyed by the USSF.&quot; As Charlene and Amy gave her sympathetic looks, the sexbot-turned-business executive waved them down. &quot;Please, I'm long over it...&quot;<br /> <br /> Someone's personal communications unit then dinged. &quot;Yeah, it's me, Georgia,&quot; Charlene then called out to nowhere in particular. &quot;Amy's alright; Rick got to her.&quot; She then blinked as her boss's voice echoed in her central processors. &quot;Right, right. We'll be back at the complex in four-point-six hours. See you then, hot stuff!&quot; As Amy giggled, the blonde gave her friend's guests apologetic looks. &quot;Sorry to meet and run, but business has to get done.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Do your best,&quot; Nova hailed.<br /> <br /> Hugs and kisses were exchanged, then the Uncomsys executive and her personal assistant headed towards the limousine they had used to come to the park from the hotel. Rick watched them go, a satisfied look on his face. That was quickly noticed by Ariel and Nova. &quot;You planned that?&quot; the latter asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Necessary,&quot; he quietly answered; even if there was enough distance between he and his friend, there was a need to be cautious. &quot;If you ladies will be willing to assist me in a bit, you might help save a life or two.&quot;<br /> <br /> The two Japanese-built gynoids blinked in confusion...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;So you actually served as a beta tester for '''''Sunnyhaven'''''?!&quot;<br /> <br /> A wide-eyed Nova blinked as her processors took that information in while she and her companion followed their host in his motorized wheelchair down one of the side streets of the city's central business district. &quot;For six whole months,&quot; Rick admitted with a slight flush on his face. &quot;This was just before ScenariCorp began scaling back all its major operations and the whole project was shut down.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Eight years ago,&quot; Ariel noted. &quot;How was it?&quot;<br /> <br /> A chuckle answered her. &quot;For any heterosexual or bisexual person, it was pure heaven,&quot; he admitted. &quot;For me, it was a needed letdown after Sŏul.&quot;<br /> <br /> The two Daikoku gynoids nodded. &quot;You quit from CSIS because of the Catastrophe,&quot; Ariel said.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yeah!&quot; he affirmed, a touch of pain in his voice. &quot;I wanted to see your bosses put on trial for all their crimes, not turned into radioactive dust. I'm aware of how people in the Orient view death and how it affects one's karma.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel and Nova exchanged knowing looks. Indeed, the mass slaughter of so many would be seen by the &quot;true believers&quot; among their former masters as cleansing their souls of sin, allowing them to pass into the afterlife untainted by whatever crimes they committed in this life. While many beyond Daikoku fervently believed that people such as Osamu Sanshirō were now suffering in Hell, there WERE movements active inside Japan to see the kami of the Catastrophe honoured in a proper way that would make the company's victims scream in outrage, sensing that &quot;apologists&quot; were moving to make people like Osamu look like '''''victims'''''!<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Rick!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Cody!&quot;<br /> <br /> Both women were shaking out of their introspection on seeing a very effeminate man appearing to be Nova's physical age peek out of the double doors of his shop; a glance at the marquee revealed it was a used AI salvage depot. Possessing very pale pink-tinged blond hair allowed to flow down to mid-back, blue eyes and tanned skin, he could easily make himself look like a woman with the right clothes. &quot;Same model as Amy?&quot; Ariel asked after noting what &quot;she&quot; really was.<br /> <br /> &quot;Pretty much so even if he identifies as male,&quot; Rick stated before allowing the shopkeeper to warmly hug him. &quot;Hey! How's my favourite rescuer doing?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Wishing I could just retire from this business and be with you full time, Master,&quot; Cody Jenkins said with a playful wink before he reached over to gently grasp Ariel's hand, bowing over it to give her a courtly kiss, such making her blush. &quot;Sempai-tachi, you honour my humble establishment with your presence.&quot; As he greeted Nova the same way — earning him another set of rosy cheeks from the flame-haired warrior gynoid — he then waved them inside. &quot;Hopefully, you won't come to my establishment in the way these poor unfortunates did. Come in, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> Walking side, both gynoids nodded in approval at the cleanliness and orderly nature of the interior. Those fully-intact AIs that were on display for resale were dressed plainly; there was not a nude body in sight. Whatever separated body parts were displayed were shown in a way to not provoke any feelings of horror or intimidation; naturally, no sexual organs were on public display. &quot;Very nice,&quot; Nova breathed out, nodding in approval. &quot;When did Rick become your master?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;A week after he effectively took control of Hotel Astra,&quot; Cody stated. &quot;I was the only Uncomsys unit willing to stay in contact with Susan and her friends after Daniel Desmond's trial. Thank God that there was no major systems breakdown on any of the people until Rick got there and later had Gillian purchased to be the on-site tech.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Good for you, Sensei,&quot; Ariel declared, making their host blush on being called '''''that''''', then she leaned down to hug Rick from behind. &quot;Hey, Nova, did you come to the same conclusion as I just did?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How so, Ariel?&quot; Nova playfully asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;That Sensei here privately contacted our wonderful host's friend privately to make sure no one else from Uncomsys finds out about his incredible find when it comes to the '''''Lost 3K'''''?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Indeed I did, Chief!&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick and Cody laughed...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Pria...long time, no see...&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel squeezed Rick's shoulders as he reached up to brush away the relieved tears appearing in his eyes. &quot;She's not the one you really care for, is she?&quot; the sexbot-turned-business executive quietly asked as Nova walked around the examination table to gaze intently on the discretely-veiled woman lying there.<br /> <br /> &quot;No, but she was one of the many friends I made among the people at Sunnyhaven when I was there,&quot; he confessed as he reached over to squeeze the still gynoid's hand, noting it was warm indicating some internal systems were on. &quot;Where did your friends find her, Cody?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Actually, close to the Sunnyhaven site,&quot; Cody admitted as he reached into his latest &quot;patient's&quot; nexus to tap two hidden switches to flip open the back of her skull, where there were programming ports and removable memory disk slots. &quot;No physical damage, but she was almost totally out of charge; lucky thing she hid herself in a place where people who'd normally try to search the place for any sort of 'treasure' would find her. Near as I can figure, she walked there from wherever Derek Peters stashed her group of the Lost 3K to make sure the old site was cleared out of anything valuable. Even if it's been five years since ScenariCorp's final collapse, a lot of their stuff is still top-of-the-line.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Especially anything James himself built or programmed,&quot; Rick noted.<br /> <br /> Nova hummed. &quot;Pria looks like a standard GySys unit by her ear and body shape, Rick.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She was, but James himself specially modified her to serve multiple rôles like he did a lot of the girls he had selected for staff at Sunnyhaven,&quot; the retired customer service representative noted as he pulled out a palmtop computer, extending a micro-USB cord to insert into the top of Pria Walsh's double bank of special programming ports above the upper of her three memory disk slots. As Ariel and Nova politely looked away, he tapped into one special file before typing in a couple very intricate password codes. &quot;Okay, I'm ready here...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Right,&quot; Cody said as he tapped a control to connect the gynoid's primary power source to all her systems.<br /> <br /> A pair of dark hazel eyes snapped open, the inner irises glowing a dark red shade to indicate she was now in basic diagnostic mode. &quot;''Sce-na-ri-Corp...U-nit...Three-Three-Es-Nine...Pri-a...Walsh...pri-ma-ry...sys-tems...ac-ti-va-ted'',&quot; she declared in a voice that was surprisingly warm even if it spoke in metered lock-step. &quot;''Ad-vanced...func-tions...in-ac-tive. Spe-cial...pro-gram-ming...port...Al-pha...con-nec-ted...to...port-a-ble...palm-top...u-nit. Please...en-ter...spe-cial...se-cu-ri-ty...pass-code...to...en-gage...ad-vanced...func-tions.''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Bless you, Nessa!&quot; Rick hissed as he tapped a very complex string of codes.<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> More silence.<br /> <br /> Still more silence.<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> &quot;Damn...about time...&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova and Ariel looked as Cody's newest guest began to breathe in fresh air to ensure her internal systems would remain cool and not overheat. Finding herself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling, the woman who had spent her first day after final initial activation pretending to be a new hire for ScenariCorp's program development team — such was actually a test of her sleeper programming systems as well as those of a sister unit who would later become Pria's full-time lover, Althea Dailey — blinked before she sensed someone grasping her hand. Looking left, her hazel eyes then went wide with disbelief. &quot;Rick...?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, stranger,&quot; he teased as he reached over to pull out the USB cable so Pria's beautifully bobcut black hair could be restored. &quot;Haven't seen a pretty lady like you in ages. Where the hell have you been all this time?&quot;<br /> <br /> An apologetic look responded. &quot;Hiding.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick sighed. &quot;I rather figured as much...&quot;<br /> <br /> [[A Nova At Hotel Automata III|To Be Continued]]...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Quick translation list:<br /> <br /> '''Goshujin-sama''' (御主人様) — Master.<br /> <br /> '''Gosho''' (御所) — Literally &quot;imperial place&quot;, this is the proper name of the Kyōto Imperial Palace as located above; its counterpart in Tōkyō is known as the '''Kōkyo''' (皇居), meaning &quot;imperial palace&quot;.<br /> <br /> '''Dhe''' — The nominative (subject) pronoun used for fems/shemales in ''Shadow Man''.<br /> <br /> '''Tachi''' (達) — A plural marker used in Japanese, similar to the English final &quot;'''-s'''&quot; letter ending to nouns.<br /> <br /> '''Sensei''' (先生) — Literally &quot;born earlier&quot;, this is the standard honorific used for teachers or others who are capable of imparting knowledge to other people.<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Shemalebot]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Nova_At_Hotel_Automata_II&diff=150273 2021-03-26T12:01:19Z

<p>Gorgo: Minor edit</p> <hr /> <div>{| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot;<br /> |'''''There are shemale androids in this chapter'''''<br /> |}<br /> <br /> [[A Nova At Hotel Automata|Previous Chapter]]<br /> <br /> '''PART TWO'''<br /> <br /> &quot;Goshujin-sama actually '''''cried'''''...?&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova tried not to physically wince on hearing her long-time lover/companion call their ultimate host THAT. &quot;Yes, he did,&quot; the flame-haired gynoid replied as she gently squeezed Ariel's hand. &quot;You heard what Angela and Alex said about how Rick views sentient AIs like us. Even if allowing himself to become Amy's new master stopped her malfunction, he still felt it wrong to force himself on her.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that, the former senior business executive blinked as she fought down the growing urge in her sexual systems to go find the man she was now flatly convinced was the deadly &quot;black prince&quot; who had done so much to see Daikoku rendered weak and vulnerable before the Catastrophe and submit herself fully to the man. &quot;I see...&quot; she said as her own violet eyes misted over.<br /> <br /> Gazing on the woman who had come to mean so much to her over the past decade and more, Nova then reached over to squeeze the petite brunette's shoulder. &quot;Ariel...do you WANT Rick to be your owner?&quot;<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> More silence.<br /> <br /> Still more silence.<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> Ariel blinked several times as the idea of being the personal possession of a man like Rick Thomas — polite to a fault, gentle and compassionate beyond belief, very intelligent, quite attractive regardless of his physical disability — then her cheeks turned quite red as she hugged herself.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, the TEMPTATION...!&quot; she breathed out as she got up, hugging herself as she walked over to the window to gaze upon the surrounding cityscape. A quick glance by Nova to the area of her lover's nexus showed how aroused the highly-modified sexbot was at such a possibility. &quot;Nova, if he would ask me to be his, I would be his in an instant! Yet...&quot; She sniffed. &quot;I can't abandon you or the others.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We can all accept it, Ariel,&quot; Nova soothed.<br /> <br /> The brunette gazed over her shoulder at the other woman. &quot;What about your feelings for Jason?&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova stiffened instantly on hearing that name before she blinked herself as her blue eyes teared. Only Ariel had the right to raise the subject of Jason Matting to her even if it had been over fifteen years since his death thanks to Nova's then-malfunctioning sister Andromeda during a rather ugly rogue retrieval mission in San Antonio a year prior to her meeting Ariel for the first time. As he had done several times before his own suicide, Nova's creator/father Aaron Lafeyson had mercifully suppressed her memories of holding the dying man in her arms after she pounded Andromeda into submission, he vowing his love for her with his dying breath. Memories which would be restored at Ariel's direct command, resulting in Nova spending a week in the other gynoid's arms weeping as she strove to overcome the many past traumas of her first missions for Daikoku.<br /> <br /> It was one of many things the woman born NVA-7 felt grateful when it came to her sister gynoid born ANG-9.<br /> <br /> &quot;Jason will always be part of me, Ariel,&quot; she then confessed. &quot;But you're a much greater part of me, even more so than Robin or my sisters. I want YOU to be happy. And I know you're tired of wandering like this. I didn't suspect it when you first moved to have our rendezvous here, but now I realize you DID choose this place because of Rick himself. I reacted the same way when I first learned of him and what he had to do for the girls here at the hotel...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;He's the Black Prince.&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova stopped. &quot;Hŭg'in'wangja-nim?!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;He's either the one who was in charge or worked with that person. I wasn't sure of it at first, but when he told you he was with CSIS and worked in Sŏul before the Catastrophe, it just solidified it for me.&quot;<br /> <br /> The other woman considered that for a moment, calling up all the memory files she had concerning Daikoku's many failed operations in the recently-reunited Republic of Korea in that bloody half-decade before Neo-Tōkyō was nearly vaporized, then put all of them through a detailed analysis protocol to see where her lover was going with her train of logic. After a moment, she blinked. &quot;Our escape?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Not just ours,&quot; Ariel noted. &quot;EVERY sentient AI owned by Daikoku was well clear of Neo-Tōkyō before the warhead struck the complex. You and I were in Shin-Ōsaka then, helping set up a private repair facility for all of us, remember?&quot; At Nova's nod, the raven-haired gynoid looked out the window again. &quot;Remember what people like Rhea, Danu, Meda and Robin said just after it happened? How they got private messages from different sources advising them that we needed help in Shin-Ōsaka?&quot;<br /> <br /> The flame-haired woman blinked before she laid back on the bed. &quot;You think Rick sent those messages?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;In his personal blog, he confesses to have always had a thing for sentient AIs,&quot; her old boss reminded her. &quot;While we never had proof positive about it, I'M sure CSIS was supported on the sly by Professor Andrews' organization.&quot; As Nova gaped at her, Ariel shook her head. &quot;I knew as much about the man as you did, Nova.&quot;<br /> <br /> A faint nod answered her. Professor George Andrews, late of the Canadian Army's Corps of Royal Canadian Electrical and Mechanical Engineers, was the man who had come up with a detailed AI sentience classification system that came into vogue over the years. Using a grading system lettered from A to G, the Andrews Scale of Artificial Intelligence was the benchmark of measurement when it came to giving sentient AIs like Ariel Diamond and Nova Lafeyson civil and legal rights; the by-letter owner of Hotel Astra, Susan Descharme, was graded a Class G — in effect, as human as an AI could be — and could do most things organics could do even if she still needed an &quot;owner of record&quot; in one Rick Thomas.<br /> <br /> While Daikoku had tried to tear apart Canada to capture the native of Stelton in hopes of seizing his own knowledge for their own use — failing each time — the man who resembled a younger version of the famous actor Vincent Price hadn't been seen in over two decades since he published his seminal work on AI development.<br /> <br /> In fact, many these days believed him to be a mere '''''urban legend'''''...<br /> <br /> Both women perked as the telephone on the desk rang. Walking over, Ariel tapped the control. &quot;Hello?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I see I was somewhat found out.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing the amused voice of their host made both gynoids blush...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;There never WAS a Black Prince?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick shook his head after placing his coffee cup down, then he smiled as his personal chef Melissa Drayton moved to refill same. &quot;No. The name was used in an operation MI6's people in Sŏul wanted to carry out to whisk the Imperial Family out of Japan and to safety in Korea, preventing them from becoming hostages to Osato and his subordinates when it started becoming clear even to them that the rest of the world was ganging up to shut Daikoku down. When one of the field agents who were captured by your people let out the name in interrogation and it began being bandied about in Neo-Tōkyō, we elected to play along with it.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel and Nova hummed. All three were currently in their host's top-floor apartment enjoying breakfast; even if both gynoids could go without any sort of matter intake to help maintain their internal systems for days, Rick had a strong sense of propriety to ensure that two esteemed lady guests would not head out on the town from his establishment without proper nourishment. &quot;You clearly didn't have anything to do with the Catastrophe,&quot; the raven-haired sexbot-turned-executive mused before sipping her tea. &quot;Was it you that found a way to get all of Daikoku's AIs like Nova and myself out of Neo-Tōkyō before it happened?&quot;<br /> <br /> A sour look crossed his face. &quot;I didn't know details about it, but I did know that something big was planned to follow the evacuation of the Heavenly Sovereign and his family from the Gosho in Kyōto. What I did know was that a week before it happened, our station was ordered to find ways to contact everyone like you two — not to mention those organics who were judged as not being complicit in many of the atrocities that Daikoku had unleashed across Asia, especially in the southeast — to get out of the city as quick as possible.&quot; He pointed at Ariel. &quot;That's when we learned what you really were, Ariel. That surprised us a lot.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It was necessary,&quot; Nova explained, making Ariel blush. &quot;After Mugoi's death, it was decided that a totally logical, rational hand was needed when it came to managing covert operations. By then, Ariel had served as personal administrative assistant to President Osato himself for two years. He trusted her more than he did his own senior board of executives, so her becoming chief of the whole works — once a proper false identity was made for her — was logical in the end.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We noticed that,&quot; he admitted. &quot;Innocent bystander casualties dropped to near-zero after Ariel took over.&quot; He gave the woman in question an approving look, making the diminutive brunette blush madly at that praise.<br /> <br /> &quot;It was just a sloppy way of doing business,&quot; she confessed.<br /> <br /> Chuckles escaped the others in the room save one Amy Wong, who was reclining on the beautiful master bed nearby gazing intently at some of her new master's photo albums. Glancing towards the transgender gynoid for a moment, Rick then sighed before sipping his coffee. &quot;Rick, it wasn't your fault,&quot; Nova advised on seeing that. &quot;The whole situation with Amy and those like her just didn't chime.&quot;<br /> <br /> As the raven-haired twenty-something &quot;trap&quot; looked over her shoulder at the two elder gynoids, Rick sighed. &quot;Yes, I know. I just don't like being thrust into a situation where I'm seen as effectively taking over Uncomsys by proxy because I'm the effective owner-of-record of its acting COO.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Is there any hope for Mr. Descharme?&quot; Ariel wondered.<br /> <br /> He shook his head. &quot;Can't tell. Dhe drifts in and out of consciousness all the time.&quot; As he did for the transgender gynoid he &quot;owned&quot;, Rick addressed the person whom Uncomsys Series X Unit 711 — or &quot;Georgia Descharme&quot; as dhe went by these days — with the modified pronouns that first came out in a classic science fiction novel about the societal impacts of gender identity ages ago. &quot;Dhe's got a crack team of nurses watching over the fellow, but dhe isn't anywhere close to being well enough to allow dher other self to be able to live here full-time with dher wife.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Romantic!&quot; Ariel teased, toasting him with her cup.<br /> <br /> Chuckles escaped the others before a knock echoed from the main door. Melissa perked before heading over, opening it before she sighed. &quot;Come in, Charlene. She's right over there.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick's guests turned to see a very beautiful woman appearing to be about thirty or so; a quick switch to thermal sight revealed what she really was. &quot;Oh, Rick, please forgive us!&quot; the pale silver-eyed blonde moaned as she came up to warmly envelop his head in her quite voluminous superstructure; seeing those impressive breasts, a very tiny twang of jealousy shot through the minds of the two Japanese-built gynoids as they realized that both of theirs didn't come close to ONE of the newcomer's. &quot;I was monitoring Amy's programming, then she got away from me...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Okay! Okay! Knock it off with the dumb bimbo act, Charlene!&quot; he groaned even if he returned her embrace.<br /> <br /> A pout crossed the newcomer's face. &quot;Rick! For God's sake, I'm PROGRAMMED to act that way!&quot; she said as she pulled back from him, giving him an annoyed look before an impish grin turned her lips up before she leaned in to warmly kiss him on the lips.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, you don't have to be Uncomsys' 'blonde cheerleader' around me, alright!&quot; he declared after they pulled apart, motioning with his hand to have Amy come over to join them.<br /> <br /> &quot;But I want to!&quot; she cutely whined.<br /> <br /> More laughter escaped the others as Rick shook his head...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Charlene Morton was famous throughout the world of AI manufacturer as the &quot;blond cheerleader&quot; of United Computing Systems. While not possessing any sort of mechanical aptitude or business acumen, she was a marketing genius who would have faced insane monetary attempts at buying out her labour from ScenariCorp atop clandestine approaches to coerce or outright kidnap her by Daikoku. Fortunately for her, by the time she had started to make a name for herself as one of Uncomsys' bevy of passionate executives ready to take on the whole world, the company forged in hot fire by Osato Sanshirō was a shattered wreck and its would-be competition built on the single-minded genius of James Peters was teetering on the brink of total collapse.<br /> <br /> Of course, she would be felled eventually by a viral COVID-like infection about a year before.<br /> <br /> Fortunately, the people who led Uncomsys — taking into account both the selfish madness that dominated Daikoku AND the too-personal nature of the leadership of ScenariCorp — had prepared for such an eventuality.<br /> <br /> The Series X 700 model sentient administrative assistant — the &quot;awake&quot; Charlene was Unit 705 — had been built especially for that reason.<br /> <br /> Taking advantage of the laxing laws concerning sentient AIs — where such beings could do most things organics did, though they needed an organic &quot;owner of record&quot; to serve as ultimate guarantor of their every action — Charlene and her peers were quick to step in and take control of their creators' company when necessity demanded, keeping it on a steady course as the founders struggled to recover.<br /> <br /> But there had been problems...<br /> <br /> &quot;So you're getting close, too?&quot;<br /> <br /> Charlene blushed as she felt the retired customer service representative's gaze fall on them as everyone relaxed under a blooming cherry blossom tree in the city park about two kilometres from the hotel. Rick had suggested coming here since said trees were native to Japan — they had actually been planted there by the local branch of Daikoku decades before — and it would give both Ariel and Nova a sense of peace and contentment while he moved to deal with the situation concerning Amy Wang. Fortunately for them, few were out in the park today, so if something intimate had to happen, they could do it with ease here.<br /> <br /> &quot;Pretty close,&quot; the blonde administrative gynoid said, nodding as her cute raven-haired assistant hugged her from one side, gazing warmly at the woman she had been specifically built to serve. &quot;Unless the other me finally recovers, I can't see myself operating like this for more than two months before I'd be driven to seek out a new master. My programming is not as degraded as Georgia's was when you rescued dher, but it's starting to get there.&quot;<br /> <br /> He sighed. &quot;Oh, swell. Lucky thing I passed it on to the authorities about what was going on with you guys.&quot; On seeing Charlene's silver eyes widen in surprise, Rick waved her down. &quot;Relax! I had Georgia explain the whole situation and all the safeguards your other-selves put into this whole thing before it had to be executed. As long as you or the others at Uncomsys don't do anything stupid, the authorities will gladly look the other way.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Aren't there concerned about hacking?&quot; Nova wondered.<br /> <br /> &quot;The loyalty lock programs that were developed after the first big instance of mass hacking into ScenariCorp-programmed AIs were designed from the start to lock in on a person's very DNA code — the '''''whole''''' genetic code, including all chromosomes that make a person unique — to ensure it couldn't be effectively hacked, Nova,&quot; Charlene explained. &quot;Even identical twins have slight differences in their total genetic sequence that can be noticed by the programs. This is also the reason that the best way to engage the loyalty lock is through sexual intercourse.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Full sample of one's genome through one's sperm or vaginal tissue,&quot; Ariel concluded. &quot;Effectively fail-safe system.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;There are ways to spoof it using blood samples taken from someone,&quot; Rick noted. &quot;It's just difficult to the point where people are convinced it's easier to brute-force a change of command protocols instead.&quot; He then reached over to gently squeeze Charlene's hand. &quot;Or we have a natural degredation of one's protocol programming to the point where the person in question...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;...is forced to seek a new master or mistress to maintain programming stability,&quot; Ariel finished, nodding in approval. &quot;Daikoku was exploring a similar concept given how some AIs were going rogue. It never got far before everything was destroyed by the USSF.&quot; As Charlene and Amy gave her sympathetic looks, the sexbot-turned-business executive waved them down. &quot;Please, I'm long over it...&quot;<br /> <br /> Someone's personal communications unit then dinged. &quot;Yeah, it's me, Georgia,&quot; Charlene then called out to nowhere in particular. &quot;Amy's alright; Rick got to her.&quot; She then blinked as her boss's voice echoed in her central processors. &quot;Right, right. We'll be back at the complex in four-point-six hours. See you then, hot stuff!&quot; As Amy giggled, the blonde gave her friend's guests apologetic looks. &quot;Sorry to meet and run, but business has to get done.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Do your best,&quot; Nova hailed.<br /> <br /> Hugs and kisses were exchanged, then the Uncomsys executive and her personal assistant headed towards the limousine they had used to come to the park from the hotel. Rick watched them go, a satisfied look on his face. That was quickly noticed by Ariel and Nova. &quot;You planned that?&quot; the latter asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Necessary,&quot; he quietly answered; even if there was enough distance between he and his friend, there was a need to be cautious. &quot;If you ladies will be willing to assist me in a bit, you might help save a life or two.&quot;<br /> <br /> The two Japanese-built gynoids blinked in confusion...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;So you actually served as a beta tester for '''''Sunnyhaven'''''?!&quot;<br /> <br /> A wide-eyed Nova blinked as her processors took that information in while she and her companion followed their host in his motorized wheelchair down one of the side streets of the city's central business district. &quot;For six whole months,&quot; Rick admitted with a slight flush on his face. &quot;This was just before ScenariCorp began scaling back all its major operations and the whole project was shut down.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Eight years ago,&quot; Ariel noted. &quot;How was it?&quot;<br /> <br /> A chuckle answered her. &quot;For any heterosexual or bisexual person, it was pure heaven,&quot; he admitted. &quot;For me, it was a needed letdown after Sŏul.&quot;<br /> <br /> The two Daikoku gynoids nodded. &quot;You quit from CSIS because of the Catastrophe,&quot; Ariel said.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yeah!&quot; he affirmed, a touch of pain in his voice. &quot;I wanted to see your bosses put on trial for all their crimes, not turned into radioactive dust. I'm aware of how people in the Orient view death and how it affects one's karma.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel and Nova exchanged knowing looks. Indeed, the mass slaughter of so many would be seen by the &quot;true believers&quot; among their former masters as cleansing their souls of sin, allowing them to pass into the afterlife untainted by whatever crimes they committed in this life. While many beyond Daikoku fervently believed that people such as Osamu Sanshirō were now suffering in Hell, there WERE movements active inside Japan to see the kami of the Catastrophe honoured in a proper way that would make the company's victims scream in outrage, sensing that &quot;apologists&quot; were moving to make people like Osamu look like '''''victims'''''!<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Rick!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Cody!&quot;<br /> <br /> Both women were shaking out of their introspection on seeing a very effeminate man appearing to be Nova's physical age peek out of the double doors of his shop; a glance at the marquee revealed it was a used AI salvage depot. Possessing very pale pink-tinged blond hair allowed to flow down to mid-back, blue eyes and tanned skin, he could easily make himself look like a woman with the right clothes. &quot;Same model as Amy?&quot; Ariel asked after noting what &quot;she&quot; really was.<br /> <br /> &quot;Pretty much so even if he identifies as male,&quot; Rick stated before allowing the shopkeeper to warmly hug him. &quot;Hey! How's my favourite rescuer doing?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Wishing I could just retire from this business and be with you full time, Master,&quot; Cody Jenkins said with a playful wink before he reached over to gently grasp Ariel's hand, bowing over it to give her a courtly kiss, such making her blush. &quot;Sempai-tachi, you honour my humble establishment with your presence.&quot; As he greeted Nova the same way — earning him another set of rosy cheeks from the flame-haired warrior gynoid — he then waved them inside. &quot;Hopefully, you won't come to my establishment in the way these poor unfortunates did. Come in, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> Walking side, both gynoids nodded in approval at the cleanliness and orderly nature of the interior. Those fully-intact AIs that were on display for resale were dressed plainly; there was not a nude body in sight. Whatever separated body parts were displayed were shown in a way to not provoke any feelings of horror or intimidation; naturally, no sexual organs were on public display. &quot;Very nice,&quot; Nova breathed out, nodding in approval. &quot;When did Rick become your master?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;A week after he effectively took control of Hotel Astra,&quot; Cody stated. &quot;I was the only Uncomsys unit willing to stay in contact with Susan and her friends after Daniel Desmond's trial. Thank God that there was no major systems breakdown on any of the people until Rick got there and later had Gillian purchased to be the on-site tech.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Good for you, Sensei,&quot; Ariel declared, making their host blush on being called '''''that''''', then she leaned down to hug Rick from behind. &quot;Hey, Nova, did you come to the same conclusion as I just did?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How so, Ariel?&quot; Nova playfully asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;That Sensei here privately contacted our wonderful host's friend privately to make sure no one else from Uncomsys finds out about his incredible find when it comes to the '''''Lost 3K'''''?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Indeed I did, Chief!&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick and Cody laughed...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Pria...long time, no see...&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel squeezed Rick's shoulders as he reached up to brush away the relieved tears appearing in his eyes. &quot;She's not the one you really care for, is she?&quot; the sexbot-turned-business executive quietly asked as Nova walked around the examination table to gaze intently on the discretely-veiled woman lying there.<br /> <br /> &quot;No, but she was one of the many friends I made among the people at Sunnyhaven when I was there,&quot; he confessed as he reached over to squeeze the still gynoid's hand, noting it was warm indicating some internal systems were on. &quot;Where did your friends find her, Cody?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Actually, close to the Sunnyhaven site,&quot; Cody admitted as he reached into his latest &quot;patient's&quot; nexus to tap two hidden switches to flip open the back of her skull, where there were programming ports and removable memory disk slots. &quot;No physical damage, but she was almost totally out of charge; lucky thing she hid herself in a place where people who'd normally try to search the place for any sort of 'treasure' would find her. Near as I can figure, she walked there from wherever Derek Peters stashed her group of the Lost 3K to make sure the old site was cleared out of anything valuable. Even if it's been five years since ScenariCorp's final collapse, a lot of their stuff is still top-of-the-line.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Especially anything James himself built or programmed,&quot; Rick noted.<br /> <br /> Nova hummed. &quot;Pria looks like a standard GySys unit by her ear and body shape, Rick.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She was, but James himself specially modified her to serve multiple rôles like he did a lot of the girls he had selected for staff at Sunnyhaven,&quot; the retired customer service representative noted as he pulled out a palmtop computer, extending a micro-USB cord to insert into the top of Pria Walsh's double bank of special programming ports above the upper of her three memory disk slots. As Ariel and Nova politely looked away, he tapped into one special file before typing in a couple very intricate password codes. &quot;Okay, I'm ready here...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Right,&quot; Cody said as he tapped a control to connect the gynoid's primary power source to all her systems.<br /> <br /> A pair of dark hazel eyes snapped open, the inner irises glowing a dark red shade to indicate she was now in basic diagnostic mode. &quot;''Sce-na-ri-Corp...U-nit...Three-Three-Es-Nine...Pri-a...Walsh...pri-ma-ry...sys-tems...ac-ti-va-ted'',&quot; she declared in a voice that was surprisingly warm even if it spoke in metered lock-step. &quot;''Ad-vanced...func-tions...in-ac-tive. Spe-cial...pro-gram-ming...port...Al-pha...con-nec-ted...to...port-a-ble...palm-top...u-nit. Please...en-ter...spe-cial...se-cu-ri-ty...pass-code...to...en-gage...ad-vanced...func-tions.''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Bless you, Nessa!&quot; Rick hissed as he tapped a very complex string of codes.<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> More silence.<br /> <br /> Still more silence.<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> &quot;Damn...about time...&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova and Ariel looked as Cody's newest guest began to breathe in fresh air to ensure her internal systems would remain cool and not overheat. Finding herself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling, the woman who had spent her first day after final initial activation pretending to be a new hire for ScenariCorp's program development team — such was actually a test of her sleeper programming systems as well as those of a sister unit who would later become Pria's full-time lover, Althea Dailey — blinked before she sensed someone grasping her hand. Looking left, her hazel eyes then went wide with disbelief. &quot;Rick...?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, stranger,&quot; he teased as he reached over to pull out the USB cable so Pria's beautifully bobcut black hair could be restored. &quot;Haven't seen a pretty lady like you in ages. Where the hell have you been all this time?&quot;<br /> <br /> An apologetic look responded. &quot;Hiding.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick sighed. &quot;I rather figured as much...&quot;<br /> <br /> ''T'''o Be Continued...'''''<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Quick translation list:<br /> <br /> '''Goshujin-sama''' (御主人様) — Master.<br /> <br /> '''Gosho''' (御所) — Literally &quot;imperial place&quot;, this is the proper name of the Kyōto Imperial Palace as located above; its counterpart in Tōkyō is known as the '''Kōkyo''' (皇居), meaning &quot;imperial palace&quot;.<br /> <br /> '''Dhe''' — The nominative (subject) pronoun used for fems/shemales in ''Shadow Man''.<br /> <br /> '''Tachi''' (達) — A plural marker used in Japanese, similar to the English final &quot;'''-s'''&quot; letter ending to nouns.<br /> <br /> '''Sensei''' (先生) — Literally &quot;born earlier&quot;, this is the standard honorific used for teachers or others who are capable of imparting knowledge to other people.<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Shemalebot]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Nova_At_Hotel_Automata_II&diff=150254 2021-03-25T17:12:12Z

<p>Gorgo: Created page with &quot;{| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot; |&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;There are shemale androids in this chapt...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot;<br /> |'''''There are shemale androids in this chapter'''''<br /> |}<br /> <br /> [[A Nova At Hotel Automata|Previous Chapter]]<br /> <br /> '''PART TWO'''<br /> <br /> &quot;Goshujin-sama actually '''''cried'''''...?&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova tried not to physically wince on hearing her long-time lover/companion call their ultimate host THAT. &quot;Yes, he did,&quot; the flame-haired gynoid replied as she gently squeezed Ariel's hand. &quot;You heard what Angela and Alex said about how Rick views sentient AIs like us. Even if allowing himself to become Amy's new master stopped her malfunction, he still felt it wrong to force himself on her.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that, the former senior business executive blinked as she fought down the growing urge in her sexual systems to go find the man she was now flatly convinced was the deadly &quot;black prince&quot; who had done so much to see Daikoku rendered weak and vulnerable before the Catastrophe and submit herself fully to the man. &quot;I see...&quot; she said as her own violet eyes misted over.<br /> <br /> Gazing on the woman who had come to mean so much to her over the past decade and more, Nova then reached over to squeeze the petite brunette's shoulder. &quot;Ariel...do you WANT Rick to be your owner?&quot;<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> More silence.<br /> <br /> Still more silence.<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> Ariel blinked several times as the idea of being the personal possession of a man like Rick Thomas — polite to a fault, gentle and compassionate beyond belief, very intelligent, quite attractive regardless of his physical disability — then her cheeks turned quite red as she hugged herself.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, the TEMPTATION...!&quot; she breathed out as she got up, hugging herself as she walked over to the window to gaze upon the surrounding cityscape. A quick glance by Nova to the area of her lover's nexus showed how aroused the highly-modified sexbot was at such a possibility. &quot;Nova, if he would ask me to be his, I would be his in an instant! Yet...&quot; She sniffed. &quot;I can't abandon you or the others.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We can all accept it, Ariel,&quot; Nova soothed.<br /> <br /> The brunette gazed over her shoulder at the other woman. &quot;What about your feelings for Jason?&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova stiffened instantly on hearing that name before she blinked herself as her blue eyes teared. Only Ariel had the right to raise the subject of Jason Matting to her even if it had been over fifteen years since his death thanks to Nova's then-malfunctioning sister Andromeda during a rather ugly rogue retrieval mission in San Antonio a year prior to her meeting Ariel for the first time. As he had done several times before his own suicide, Nova's creator/father Aaron Lafeyson had mercifully suppressed her memories of holding the dying man in her arms after she pounded Andromeda into submission, he vowing his love for her with his dying breath. Memories which would be restored at Ariel's direct command, resulting in Nova spending a week in the other gynoid's arms weeping as she strove to overcome the many past traumas of her first missions for Daikoku.<br /> <br /> It was one of many things the woman born NVA-7 felt grateful when it came to her sister gynoid born ANG-9.<br /> <br /> &quot;Jason will always be part of me, Ariel,&quot; she then confessed. &quot;But you're a much greater part of me, even more so than Robin or my sisters. I want YOU to be happy. And I know you're tired of wandering like this. I didn't suspect it when you first moved to have our rendezvous here, but now I realize you DID choose this place because of Rick himself. I reacted the same way when I first learned of him and what he had to do for the girls here at the hotel...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;He's the Black Prince.&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova stopped. &quot;Hŭg'in'wangja-nim?!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;He's either the one who was in charge or worked with that person. I wasn't sure of it at first, but when he told you he was with CSIS and worked in Sŏul before the Catastrophe, it just solidified it for me.&quot;<br /> <br /> The other woman considered that for a moment, calling up all the memory files she had concerning Daikoku's many failed operations in the recently-reunited Republic of Korea in that bloody half-decade before Neo-Tōkyō was nearly vaporized, then put all of them through a detailed analysis protocol to see where her lover was going with her train of logic. After a moment, she blinked. &quot;Our escape?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Not just ours,&quot; Ariel noted. &quot;EVERY sentient AI owned by Daikoku was well clear of Neo-Tōkyō before the warhead struck the complex. You and I were in Shin-Ōsaka then, helping set up a private repair facility for all of us, remember?&quot; At Nova's nod, the raven-haired gynoid looked out the window again. &quot;Remember what people like Rhea, Danu, Meda and Robin said just after it happened? How they got private messages from different sources advising them that we needed help in Shin-Ōsaka?&quot;<br /> <br /> The flame-haired woman blinked before she laid back on the bed. &quot;You think Rick sent those messages?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;In his personal blog, he confesses to have always had a thing for sentient AIs,&quot; her old boss reminded her. &quot;While we never had proof positive about it, I'M sure CSIS was supported on the sly by Professor Andrews' organization.&quot; As Nova gaped at her, Ariel shook her head. &quot;I knew as much about the man as you did, Nova.&quot;<br /> <br /> A faint nod answered her. Professor George Andrews, late of the Canadian Army's Corps of Royal Canadian Electrical and Mechanical Engineers, was the man who had come up with a detailed AI sentience classification system that came into vogue over the years. Using a grading system lettered from A to G, the Andrews Scale of Artificial Intelligence was the benchmark of measurement when it came to giving sentient AIs like Ariel Diamond and Nova Lafeyson civil and legal rights; the by-letter owner of Hotel Astra, Susan Descharme, was graded a Class G — in effect, as human as an AI could be — and could do most things organics could do even if she still needed an &quot;owner of record&quot; in one Rick Thomas.<br /> <br /> While Daikoku had tried to tear apart Canada to capture the native of Stelton in hopes of seizing his own knowledge for their own use — failing each time — the man who resembled a younger version of the famous actor Vincent Price hadn't been seen in over two decades since he published his seminal work on AI development.<br /> <br /> In fact, many these days believed him to be a mere '''''urban legend'''''...<br /> <br /> Both women perked as the telephone on the desk rang. Walking over, Ariel tapped the control. &quot;Hello?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I see I was somewhat found out.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing the amused voice of their host made both gynoids blush...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;There never WAS a Black Prince?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick shook his head after placing his coffee cup down, then he smiled as his personal chef Melissa Drayton moved to refill same. &quot;No. The name was used in an operation MI6's people in Sŏul wanted to carry out to whisk the Imperial Family out of Japan and to safety in Korea, preventing them from becoming hostages to Osato and his subordinates when it started becoming clear even to them that the rest of the world was ganging up to shut Daikoku down. When one of the field agents who were captured by your people let out the name in interrogation and it began being bandied about in Neo-Tōkyō, we elected to play along with it.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel and Nova hummed. All three were currently in their host's top-floor apartment enjoying breakfast; even if both gynoids could go without any sort of matter intake to help maintain their internal systems for days, Rick had a strong sense of propriety to ensure that two esteemed lady guests would not head out on the town from his establishment without proper nourishment. &quot;You clearly didn't have anything to do with the Catastrophe,&quot; the raven-haired sexbot-turned-executive mused before sipping her tea. &quot;Was it you that found a way to get all of Daikoku's AIs like Nova and myself out of Neo-Tōkyō before it happened?&quot;<br /> <br /> A sour look crossed his face. &quot;I didn't know details about it, but I did know that something big was planned to follow the evacuation of the Heavenly Sovereign and his family from the Gosho in Kyōto. What I did know was that a week before it happened, our station was ordered to find ways to contact everyone like you two — not to mention those organics who were judged as not being complicit in many of the atrocities that Daikoku had unleashed across Asia, especially in the southeast — to get out of the city as quick as possible.&quot; He pointed at Ariel. &quot;That's when we learned what you really were, Ariel. That surprised us a lot.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It was necessary,&quot; Nova explained, making Ariel blush. &quot;After Mugoi's death, it was decided that a totally logical, rational hand was needed when it came to managing covert operations. By then, Ariel had served as personal administrative assistant to President Osato himself for two years. He trusted her more than he did his own senior board of executives, so her becoming chief of the whole works — once a proper false identity was made for her — was logical in the end.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We noticed that,&quot; he admitted. &quot;Innocent bystander casualties dropped to near-zero after Ariel took over.&quot; He gave the woman in question an approving look, making the diminutive brunette blush madly at that praise.<br /> <br /> &quot;It was just a sloppy way of doing business,&quot; she confessed.<br /> <br /> Chuckles escaped the others in the room save one Amy Wong, who was reclining on the beautiful master bed nearby gazing intently at some of her new master's photo albums. Glancing towards the transgender gynoid for a moment, Rick then sighed before sipping his coffee. &quot;Rick, it wasn't your fault,&quot; Nova advised on seeing that. &quot;The whole situation with Amy and those like her just didn't chime.&quot;<br /> <br /> As the raven-haired twenty-something &quot;trap&quot; looked over her shoulder at the two elder gynoids, Rick sighed. &quot;Yes, I know. I just don't like being thrust into a situation where I'm seen as effectively taking over Uncomsys by proxy because I'm the effective owner-of-record of its acting COO.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Is there any hope for Mr. Descharme?&quot; Ariel wondered.<br /> <br /> He shook his head. &quot;Can't tell. Dhe drifts in and out of consciousness all the time.&quot; As he did for the transgender gynoid he &quot;owned&quot;, Rick addressed the person whom Uncomsys Series X Unit 711 — or &quot;Georgia Descharme&quot; as dhe went by these days — with the modified pronouns that first came out in a classic science fiction novel about the societal impacts of gender identity ages ago. &quot;Dhe's got a crack team of nurses watching over the fellow, but dhe isn't anywhere close to being well enough to allow dher other self to be able to live here full-time with dher wife.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Romantic!&quot; Ariel teased, toasting him with her cup.<br /> <br /> Chuckles escaped the others before a knock echoed from the main door. Melissa perked before heading over, opening it before she sighed. &quot;Come in, Charlene. She's right over there.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick's guests turned to see a very beautiful woman appearing to be about thirty or so; a quick switch to thermal sight revealed what she really was. &quot;Oh, Rick, please forgive us!&quot; the pale silver-eyed blonde moaned as she came up to warmly envelop his head in her quite voluminous superstructure; seeing those impressive breasts, a very tiny twang of jealousy shot through the minds of the two Japanese-built gynoids as they realized that both of theirs didn't come close to ONE of the newcomer's. &quot;I was monitoring Amy's programming, then she got away from me...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Okay! Okay! Knock it off with the dumb bimbo act, Charlene!&quot; he groaned even if he returned her embrace.<br /> <br /> A pout crossed the newcomer's face. &quot;Rick! For God's sake, I'm PROGRAMMED to act that way!&quot; she said as she pulled back from him, giving him an annoyed look before an impish grin turned her lips up before she leaned in to warmly kiss him on the lips.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, you don't have to be Uncomsys' 'blonde cheerleader' around me, alright!&quot; he declared after they pulled apart, motioning with his hand to have Amy come over to join them.<br /> <br /> &quot;But I want to!&quot; she cutely whined.<br /> <br /> More laughter escaped the others as Rick shook his head...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Charlene Morton was famous throughout the world of AI manufacturer as the &quot;blond cheerleader&quot; of United Computing Systems. While not possessing any sort of mechanical aptitude or business acumen, she was a marketing genius who would have faced insane monetary attempts at buying out her labour from ScenariCorp atop clandestine approaches to coerce or outright kidnap her by Daikoku. Fortunately for her, by the time she had started to make a name for herself as one of Uncomsys' bevy of passionate executives ready to take on the whole world, the company forged in hot fire by Osato Sanshirō was a shattered wreck and its would-be competition built on the single-minded genius of James Peters was teetering on the brink of total collapse.<br /> <br /> Of course, she would be felled eventually by a viral COVID-like infection about a year before.<br /> <br /> Fortunately, the people who led Uncomsys — taking into account both the selfish madness that dominated Daikoku AND the too-personal nature of the leadership of ScenariCorp — had prepared for such an eventuality.<br /> <br /> The Series X 700 model sentient administrative assistant — the &quot;awake&quot; Charlene was Unit 705 — had been built especially for that reason.<br /> <br /> Taking advantage of the laxing laws concerning sentient AIs — where such beings could do most things organics did, though they needed an organic &quot;owner of record&quot; to serve as ultimate guarantor of their every action — Charlene and her peers were quick to step in and take control of their creators' company when necessity demanded, keeping it on a steady course as the founders struggled to recover.<br /> <br /> But there had been problems...<br /> <br /> &quot;So you're getting close, too?&quot;<br /> <br /> Charlene blushed as she felt the retired customer service representative's gaze fall on them as everyone relaxed under a blooming cherry blossom tree in the city park about two kilometres from the hotel. Rick had suggested coming here since said trees were native to Japan — they had actually been planted there by the local branch of Daikoku decades before — and it would give both Ariel and Nova a sense of peace and contentment while he moved to deal with the situation concerning Amy Wang. Fortunately for them, few were out in the park today, so if something intimate had to happen, they could do it with ease here.<br /> <br /> &quot;Pretty close,&quot; the blonde administrative gynoid said, nodding as her cute raven-haired assistant hugged her from one side, gazing warmly at the woman she had been specifically built to serve. &quot;Unless the other me finally recovers, I can't see myself operating like this for more than two months before I'd be driven to seek out a new master. My programming is not as degraded as Georgia's was when you rescued dher, but it's starting to get there.&quot;<br /> <br /> He sighed. &quot;Oh, swell. Lucky thing I passed it on to the authorities about what was going on with you guys.&quot; On seeing Charlene's silver eyes widen in surprise, Rick waved her down. &quot;Relax! I had Georgia explain the whole situation and all the safeguards your other-selves put into this whole thing before it had to be executed. As long as you or the others at Uncomsys don't do anything stupid, the authorities will gladly look the other way.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Aren't there concerned about hacking?&quot; Nova wondered.<br /> <br /> &quot;The loyalty lock programs that were developed after the first big instance of mass hacking into ScenariCorp-programmed AIs were designed from the start to lock in on a person's very DNA code — the '''''whole''''' genetic code, including all chromosomes that make a person unique — to ensure it couldn't be effectively hacked, Nova,&quot; Charlene explained. &quot;Even identical twins have slight differences in their total genetic sequence that can be noticed by the programs. This is also the reason that the best way to engage the loyalty lock is through sexual intercourse.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Full sample of one's genome through one's sperm or vaginal tissue,&quot; Ariel concluded. &quot;Effectively fail-safe system.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;There are ways to spoof it using blood samples taken from someone,&quot; Rick noted. &quot;It's just difficult to the point where people are convinced it's easier to brute-force a change of command protocols instead.&quot; He then reached over to gently squeeze Charlene's hand. &quot;Or we have a natural degredation of one's protocol programming to the point where the person in question...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;...is forced to seek a new master or mistress to maintain programming stability,&quot; Ariel finished, nodding in approval. &quot;Daikoku was exploring a similar concept given how some AIs were going rogue. It never got far before everything was destroyed by the USSF.&quot; As Charlene and Amy gave her sympathetic looks, the sexbot-turned-business executive waved them down. &quot;Please, I'm long over it...&quot;<br /> <br /> Someone's personal communications unit then dinged. &quot;Yeah, it's me, Georgia,&quot; Charlene then called out to nowhere in particular. &quot;Amy's alright; Rick got to her.&quot; She then blinked as her boss's voice echoed in her central processors. &quot;Right, right. We'll be back at the complex in four-point-six hours. See you then, hot stuff!&quot; As Amy giggled, the blonde gave her friend's guests apologetic looks. &quot;Sorry to meet and run, but business has to get done.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Do your best,&quot; Nova hailed.<br /> <br /> Hugs and kisses were exchanged, then the Uncomsys executive and her personal assistant headed towards the limousine they had used to come to the park from the hotel. Rick watched them go, a satisfied look on his face. That was quickly noticed by Ariel and Nova. &quot;You planned that?&quot; the latter asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Necessary,&quot; he quietly answered; even if there was enough distance between he and his friend, there was a need to be cautious. &quot;If you ladies will be willing to assist me in a bit, you might help save a life or two.&quot;<br /> <br /> The two Japanese-built gynoids blinked in confusion...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;So you actually served as a beta tester for '''''Sunnyhaven'''''?!&quot;<br /> <br /> A wide-eyed Nova blinked as her processors took that information in while she and her companion followed their host in his motorized wheelchair down one of the side streets of the city's central business district. &quot;For six whole months,&quot; Rick admitted with a slight flush on his face. &quot;This was just before ScenariCorp began scaling back all its major operations and the whole project was shut down.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Eight years ago,&quot; Ariel noted. &quot;How was it?&quot;<br /> <br /> A chuckle answered her. &quot;For any heterosexual or bisexual person, it was pure heaven,&quot; he admitted. &quot;For me, it was a needed letdown after Sŏul.&quot;<br /> <br /> The two Daikoku gynoids nodded. &quot;You quit from CSIS because of the Catastrophe,&quot; Ariel said.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yeah!&quot; he affirmed, a touch of pain in his voice. &quot;I wanted to see your bosses put on trial for all their crimes, not turned into radioactive dust. I'm aware of how people in the Orient view death and how it affects one's karma.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel and Nova exchanged knowing looks. Indeed, the mass slaughter of so many would be seen by the &quot;true believers&quot; among their former masters as cleansing their souls of sin, allowing them to pass into the afterlife untainted by whatever crimes they committed in this life. While many beyond Daikoku fervently believed that people such as Osamu Sanshirō were now suffering in Hell, there WERE movements active inside Japan to see the kami of the Catastrophe honoured in a proper way that would make the company's victims scream in outrage, sensing that &quot;apologists&quot; were moving to make people like Osamu look like '''''victims'''''!<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Rick!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Cody!&quot;<br /> <br /> Both women were shaking out of their introspection on seeing a very effeminate man appearing to be Nova's physical age peek out of the double doors of his shop; a glance at the marquee revealed it was a used AI salvage depot. Possessing very pale pink-tinged blond hair allowed to flow down to mid-back, blue eyes and tanned skin, he could easily make himself look like a woman with the right clothes. &quot;Same model as Amy?&quot; Ariel asked after noting what &quot;she&quot; really was.<br /> <br /> &quot;Pretty much so even if he identifies as male,&quot; Rick stated before allowing the shopkeeper to warmly hug him. &quot;Hey! How's my favourite rescuer doing?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Wishing I could just retire from this business and be with you full time, Master,&quot; Cody Jenkins said with a playful wink before he reached over to gently grasp Ariel's hand, bowing over it to give her a courtly kiss, such making her blush. &quot;Sempai-tachi, you honour my humble establishment with your presence.&quot; As he greeted Nova the same way — earning him another set of rosy cheeks from the flame-haired warrior gynoid — he then waved them inside. &quot;Hopefully, you won't come to my establishment in the way these poor unfortunates did. Come in, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> Walking side, both gynoids nodded in approval at the cleanliness and orderly nature of the interior. Those fully-intact AIs that were on display for resale were dressed plainly; there was not a nude body in sight. Whatever separated body parts were displayed were shown in a way to not provoke any feelings of horror or intimidation; naturally, no sexual organs were on public display. &quot;Very nice,&quot; Nova breathed out, nodding in approval. &quot;When did Rick become your master?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;A week after he effectively took control of Hotel Astra,&quot; Cody stated. &quot;I was the only Uncomsys unit willing to stay in contact with Susan and her friends after Daniel Desmond's trial. Thank God that there was no major systems breakdown on any of the people until Rick got there and later had Gillian purchased to be the on-site tech.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Good for you, Sensei,&quot; Ariel declared, making their host blush on being called '''''that''''', then she leaned down to hug Rick from behind. &quot;Hey, Nova, did you come to the same conclusion as I just did?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How so, Ariel?&quot; Nova playfully asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;That Sensei here privately contacted our wonderful host's friend privately to make sure no one else from Uncomsys finds out about his incredible find when it comes to the '''''Lost 3K'''''?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Indeed I did, Chief!&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick and Cody laughed...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, Pria...long time, no see...&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel squeezed Rick's shoulders as he reached up to brush away the relieved tears appearing in his eyes. &quot;She's not the one you really care for, is she?&quot; the sexbot-turned-business executive quietly asked as Nova walked around the examination table to gaze intently on the discretely-veiled woman lying there.<br /> <br /> &quot;No, but she was one of the many friends I made among the people at Sunnyhaven when I was there,&quot; he confessed as he reached over to squeeze the still gynoid's hand, noting it was warm indicating some internal systems were on. &quot;Where did your friends find her, Cody?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Actually, close to the Sunnyhaven site,&quot; Cody admitted as he reached into his latest &quot;patient's&quot; nexus to tap two hidden switches to flip open the back of her skull, where there were programming ports and removable memory disk slots. &quot;No physical damage, but she was almost totally out of charge; lucky thing she hid herself in a place where people who'd normally try to search the place for any sort of 'treasure' would find her. Near as I can figure, she walked there from wherever Derek Peters stashed her group of the Lost 3K to make sure the old site was cleared out of anything valuable. Even if it's been five years since ScenariCorp's final collapse, a lot of their stuff is still top-of-the-line.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Especially anything James himself built or programmed,&quot; Rick noted.<br /> <br /> Nova hummed. &quot;Pria looks like a standard GySys unit by her ear and body shape, Rick.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She was, but James himself specially modified her to serve multiple rôles like he did a lot of the girls he had selected for staff at Sunnyhaven,&quot; the retired customer service representative noted as he pulled out a palmtop computer, extending a micro-USB cord to insert into the top of Pria Walsh's double bank of special programming ports above the upper of her three memory disk slots. As Ariel and Nova politely looked away, he tapped into one special file before typing in a couple very intricate password codes. &quot;Okay, I'm ready here...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Right,&quot; Cody said as he tapped a control to connect the gynoid's primary power source to all her systems.<br /> <br /> A pair of dark hazel eyes snapped open, the inner irises glowing a dark red shade to indicate she was now in basic diagnostic mode. &quot;''Sce-na-ri-Corp...U-nit...Three-Three-Es-Nine...Pri-a...Walsh...pri-ma-ry...sys-tems...ac-ti-va-ted'',&quot; she declared in a voice that was surprisingly warm even if it spoke in metered lock-step. &quot;''Ad-vanced...func-tions...in-ac-tive. Spe-cial...pro-gram-ming...port...Al-pha...con-nec-ted...to...port-a-ble...palm-top...u-nit. Please...en-ter...spe-cial...se-cu-ri-ty...pass-code...to...en-gage...ad-vanced...func-tions.''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Bless you, Nessa!&quot; Rick hissed as he tapped a very complex string of codes.<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> More silence.<br /> <br /> Still more silence.<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> &quot;Damn...about time...&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova and Ariel looked as Cody's newest guest began to breathe in fresh air to ensure her internal systems would remain cool and not overheat. Finding herself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling, the woman who had spent her first day after final initial activation pretending to be a new hire for ScenariCorp's program development team — such was actually a test of her sleeper programming systems as well as those of a sister unit who would later become Pria's full-time lover, Althea Dailey — blinked before she sensed someone grasping her hand. Looking left, her hazel eyes then went wide with disbelief. &quot;Rick...?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, stranger,&quot; he teased as he reached over to pull out the USB cable so Pria's beautifully bobcut brown hair could be restored. &quot;Haven't seen a pretty lady like you in ages. Where the hell have you been all this time?&quot;<br /> <br /> An apologetic look responded. &quot;Hiding.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick sighed. &quot;I rather figured as much...&quot;<br /> <br /> ''T'''o Be Continued...'''''<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Quick translation list:<br /> <br /> '''Goshujin-sama''' (御主人様) — Master.<br /> <br /> '''Gosho''' (御所) — Literally &quot;imperial place&quot;, this is the proper name of the Kyōto Imperial Palace as located above; its counterpart in Tōkyō is known as the '''Kōkyo''' (皇居), meaning &quot;imperial palace&quot;.<br /> <br /> '''Dhe''' — The nominative (subject) pronoun used for fems/shemales in ''Shadow Man''.<br /> <br /> '''Tachi''' (達) — A plural marker used in Japanese, similar to the English final &quot;'''-s'''&quot; letter ending to nouns.<br /> <br /> '''Sensei''' (先生) — Literally &quot;born earlier&quot;, this is the standard honorific used for teachers or others who are capable of imparting knowledge to other people.<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Shemalebot]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Nova_At_Hotel_Automata&diff=150253 2021-03-25T16:57:02Z

<p>Gorgo: Adding new link</p> <hr /> <div>{| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot;<br /> |'''''There is a shemale android in this chapter'''''<br /> |}<br /> <br /> '''''A Nova at Hotel Automata'''''<br /> <br /> by Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on characters and situations created by [[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]] and [[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]], also referencing situations created by [[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]].<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Good evening! Welcome to Hotel Astra!&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that friendly hail from the dusky-skinned woman manning the front desk, the bespectacled woman with the cobalt-shaded raven hair and violet eyes came up, a small bundle of papers and her passport in hand. &quot;I have a reservation for the next week or so,&quot; she promptly announced, her voice a mixture of accents. &quot;Ariel Diamond and companion?&quot;<br /> <br /> Tamara smiled as she took the passport to open it, scanning the main page as she did a visual comparison. &quot;Yes, Ms. Diamond. You asked for a single room for the next seven days. Payment was confirmed through your American Express card, so there should be no problems. Given your companion is a gynoid, would you require assistance from our on-site technician?&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel blinked in surprise before she gazed upon the woman standing beside her, who herself looked quite surprised at such an offer. &quot;No, that's not necessary,&quot; she affirmed as she gave the brothel worker-turned-hotel staff a smile of thanks. &quot;Nova's in tip-top shape. I'm sure we'll be quite fine.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She can respond in emergencies, of course,&quot; Tamara assured the new guest before she looked over. &quot;Betty?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Our new guests, Tamara?&quot; a very wholesome blonde woman with blue eyes asked as she gave Ariel and her companion a welcoming smile.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes. Room 49, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Of course. Right this way, Ms. Diamond, Ms. Lafeyson.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel and her companion nodded as they followed the blonde to the nearby elevator landings. Watching them go as her eyes danced over the former's quite trendy clothing and the more utilitarian clothes worn by the latter, Tamara could only smirk in amusement as the barely-noticeable regimented movements of the hotel's newest guest replayed in her processors.<br /> <br /> While the hotel certainly didn't discriminate between human and artificial guests, the fact that the name &quot;Ariel Diamond&quot; had registered with Tamara's owner — enough that it forced the man to make some discrete calls to people whom he hadn't identified to anyone on the premises, even his effective &quot;girl Fridays&quot; Angela and Alex — was enough to have everyone on staff be extra wary.<br /> <br /> As to the why...?<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Do you believe you've been discovered, Ariel?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question from the flame-haired combat gynoid who had been her only real companion since the Catastrophe a decade before, the sexdoll-turned-business executive who had risen to the near-pinnacle of power in Daikoku perked before she looked over, noting that Nova was gazing out at the surrounding cityscape. Smiling at the attentiveness the most successful of the NVA series was showing in keeping watch over them both, Ariel turned back to her laptop. &quot;It wouldn't surprise me if the hotel staff didn't suspect something about me,&quot; she noted. &quot;All the girls here were vaulted into full sentience by their old programming supervisor before that whole stink of a trial saw them separated from Uncomsys support for nearly a year before their new master came along.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick Thomas,&quot; the woman known originally among her creators as NVA-7C mused as the image of a middle aged-man with brown hair and blue eyes — now with a trimmed moustache and beard covering a very warm and friendly face — flashed through her internal processors. &quot;Yes, our hosts were beyond lucky to get a technosexual — and one who's quite forward-thinking if all the rumours of the man are true — as their new master and owner.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Indeed they were,&quot; Ariel noted before she perked. &quot;Oh, there's a message from Robin.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Nova instantly perk as the image of the hotel's owner-by-proxy vanished from her internal processors, replaced by that of a coquettish girl with brown hair and blue eyes, her old plasskin epidermal tissue having long been replaced by the more organic syntheskin the two Daikoku-built gynoids had as an effective birthright. &quot;How is she?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She's found Rhea, Danu and Andromeda.&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova's blue eyes went very wide on hearing that. &quot;They're alright?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;All fine. That accounts for the last of your particular model,&quot; Ariel affirmed with a relieved smile as she gave her subordinate-turned-partner a reassuring look. &quot;They're not in town yet, but are on their way. Their ETA will be two days from now.&quot;<br /> <br /> An audible sigh of relief escaped the fiery-haired gynoid warrior. &quot;Thank the Kami,&quot; she hissed out, gazing heavenward into the night sky overhead. &quot;Once we're back together again, we can find a place we can call our own and live in peace, away from all those who would see us join our creators in the afterlife.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that made Ariel slowly nod. Even if she herself still had issues when it came to understanding the concept called &quot;faith&quot;, her companion had fully embraced the Shintō religion of their land of creation as a way of seeking out a sense of inner peace withing her very human soul. That started to happen long before a &quot;tragic misfire&quot; of an American orbital defence platform saw a shard of pure depleted uranium crash down from the heavens to demolish Daikoku's world headquarters in Neo-Tōkyō a decade before, wiping out the very heart of the conglomerate who had dared to become a superpower in its own right. Such only increased exponentially over the previous ten years as Nova Lafeyson tried her best to square her beliefs with the cruel reality that now hung like Damocles' sword over those like she and Ariel Diamond. In an age where the very word &quot;Daikoku&quot; — which had once provoked fear among many worldwide — was now seen as a cursed epithet.<br /> <br /> &quot;Make love to me, Nova.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that command, Nova's perfect lips curled into a smile as she walked over while Ariel rose to welcome her into her arms, their lips desperately seeking their others as hands began attacking their clothes...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;''Rōnin''...&quot;<br /> <br /> Watching his two newest guests go at it thanks to a hidden security camera only he could access — and often restricted himself from accessing to ensure Hotel Astra wouldn't be accused of improper violations of personal space — the retired customer service representative now sitting alone in his top-floor private apartment could only sigh as he sat back in his motorized wheelchair, his mind running through what he had just overheard from Ariel and Nova.<br /> <br /> A flick of the finger allowed the hotel's enhanced security systems to passively lock in on the two gynoids within the very room he himself had stayed in a couple months ago before a wild quirk of fate allowed this particular establishment's compliment of fifty-five beautiful gynoids — all save two being veterans of several brothels in the city that were decommissioned for new construction, taken on as hotel staff by a very determined manager named Susan Descharme, a gynoid herself — become his property thanks to the DNA-recording loyalty lock system that had effectively become the one surefire means of combating systems hacking over the years. And while Rick Thomas gladly trusted all his girls with anything, the delicate nature of THIS particular situation forced him to keep things even from his two personal assistants Angela Slaed and Alex Desmond.<br /> <br /> Sure enough, the mixture of electromagnetic emissions emanating from Ariel and Nova got hits:<br /> <br /> '''SUBJ ONE: DIAMOND, ARIEL GEMMA'''<br /> <br /> '''TYPE: DAIKOKU ANG-C, UNIT 9'''<br /> <br /> '''SUBJ TWO: LAFEYSON, NOVA RAYE'''<br /> <br /> '''TYPE: DAIKOKU NVA-X, UNIT 7'''<br /> <br /> Tapping a control to turn off the internal monitors and blank the screen, Rick took a deep breath. Even if he hadn't been involved in the &quot;silent war&quot; against the Daikoku World Corporation a decade before when he served as an administration assistant with the Canadian Security Intelligence Service — this was after his half-decade of duty in His Majesty's Armed Forces — he knew a lot about the Oriental-based company which had evolved WAY beyond what any sort of multinational should have realistically been allowed to achieve in a space of twenty-odd years. A company that — while projecting the veneer of a benevolent corporation with interests in multiple fields — seemed willing to conquer and control anything and everything it touched no matter how far it reached. A company that had been responsible for multiple terrorist incidents around the Pacific Rim, was suspected in at least eight radical changes of government across southern and eastern Asia, had the blood of '''''tens of thousands''''' on its hands...!<br /> <br /> And now, one of that company's senior executives was in '''''his hotel'''''!<br /> <br /> While this might have been a concern before the &quot;tragic misfire&quot;...<br /> <br /> Rick blinked before shaking his head. ''No! Stop thinking of Ariel as a potential enemy, Thomas!'' he admonished himself, crossing his arms. ''She's cut off from any support save for Nova and her sisters soon to join her! Daikoku as an entity was wrecked a decade ago; anything that's still active would want to stay hidden to prevent the whole damned world from dropping on them...!''<br /> <br /> Shaking his head, he turned his chair around to shift it closer to his bed, quickly transferring himself onto that soft mattress; the stump of his right leg had been acting up recently, causing him to keep his prosthetic off for the last week or so. He'd worry about his two new guests in the morning; Lynn wanted to spend the night with him to properly re-affirm her loyalty lock programming...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;A Korean bath house...?&quot;<br /> <br /> Smiling at what she had found early the next morning, Nova could only take a deep breath, allowing the fresh air to cool her internal systems before she moved to undress herself before heading into the inviting combined tchimjil-bang/mog'yok-t'ang located on the hotel's ground floor not far from where she and Ariel were now staying. After slipping off her panties and sports bra to reveal her tanned body — having been made quite perfectly human years before to prevent anyone from suspecting the woman created as NVA-7 as being anything other than a perfectly normal organic female of around twenty or so; long gone were the days where she having no visible navel might have caused targets to question things — she picked up some towels, then moved to head into the washing area...<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning, Ms. Lafeyson.&quot;<br /> <br /> The barest of gasps escaped the flame-haired woman as she found herself gazing on the middle-aged man she had reflected on the previous evening before enjoying a couple of hours reaffirming her love and devotion to her former field supervisor-turned-girlfriend. &quot;Ah, Mister Th-th-Thomas,&quot; she sputtered out with quite human embarrassment, her cheeks flaming on noting he was still in considerably good shape even if his right leg was missing from mid-calf down. &quot;I'm sorry...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, relax! It's a mixed bath,&quot; he replied as he focused a pair of warm blue eyes at her, those orbs briefly glancing down at her partially-exposed body before he turned back to concentrate on cleaning his arms. &quot;Sit down and relax. You obviously know what my presence here means to the girls working here, so I'm quite used to seeing nude gynoids parade themselves in front of me.&quot;<br /> <br /> Considering that, Nova then chuckled as she moved to sit down at the cubicle next to his before straightening herself, displaying her considerable &quot;talent&quot; for him to gaze upon. Even if she wasn't actively wanting to seduce this fellow, she was quite proud of what people like her spiritual &quot;father&quot;, the late Professor Aaron Lafeyson, and his co-workers had done to make her what she was. And given that she had been in the full-time company of a sister gynoid who had been built from the start to be an intimate companion — a &quot;sexbot&quot; to use the common parlance for same; Nova knew her current host didn't care for such terms — her own sense of pride when it came to her looks had increased considerably. She loved it when people gazed at her with admiration and desire; even if she was wary about having sex with anyone outside Ariel, Robin or any of her own sister NVAs, she had been programmed from the start to be as much a lover as she was a killer.<br /> <br /> &quot;You won't have issues with your dermal tissue, will you?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question made Nova blush. &quot;It's alright, Mister Thomas. My syntheskin was specifically built to be waterproof. And I'm programmed to be quite diligent in self-maintenance.&quot; She then paused before she gave him a curious look. &quot;CSIS? RCMP?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick chuckled. &quot;The former. I was at the Sŏul station until I lost my leg.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How did it happen?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Unknown history of diabetes caught up to me one day,&quot; he wryly admitted.<br /> <br /> Nova sympathetically winced. &quot;You never thought to get a cybernetic replacement?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, didn't care for that. I've heard all the horror stories people who've done that to themselves had reported about how much the brain gets overwhelmed by too much sensory data from the artificial limb. Just a plain prosthetic leg for me.&quot; He then grimaced as he moved to soap the amputated leg down. &quot;When the stump doesn't act up, of course,&quot; he then grumbled.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hence, the motorized wheelchair I saw,&quot; she noted before taking a deep breath. &quot;Then you know about me.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rink nodded. &quot;Your fame has preceded you, Ms. Lafeyson,&quot; he calmly stated before reaching over to gently grasp her hand to give it a supportive squeeze. &quot;And while it may be fifteen years later, I am very sorry at the loss of your father.&quot; As she gave him a wide-eyed look, he gave her a light smile. &quot;He was caught in a bad situation, not realizing how far his employers were willing to go to see Daikoku become what it was. At least he prepared you — and your sisters, I hope — to survive in a very cruel world. I hope your sisters are alright.&quot;<br /> <br /> Her cheeks reddening as she came to sense he didn't care about those she had slain in Daikoku's service over a half-decade since her initial activation, she then reached over to spray herself down. &quot;We're all alive. For a couple of my sisters, it got close in places. But by the time the Catastrophe happened, we were all intact and as sentient as Father made us before he killed himself.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That was right after he eliminated Mugoi Hyōgen, right?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hai,&quot; she replied in Japanese before suddenly blushing. Seeing him wave her down in acceptance of her using her native tongue, Nova took a deep breath. &quot;I had just saved Mugoi from a rogue assassin. He nearly saw me wrecked to the point where Father couldn't rebuild me, but he was able to do that. Afterwards, Father killed the man in vengeance before taking his own life. My memories were wiped of that time...&quot; She then sniffed as her eyes teared. &quot;But Ariel was kind enough to have them restored after we became lovers.&quot; A glance was sent his way. &quot;You know who she is, I believe.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, I do. And as with you, I don't care about her past, Ms. Lafeyson...&quot;<br /> <br /> Her blush turned to one of childish embarrassment. &quot;Oji-tama! Hidoi yo! Atashi wa Nova-chan desu!&quot; she called out in a diabetic-inducing kawaii lilt as she gave him an annoyed pout.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hai! Hai! Wakarimasu, Nova-san!&quot; he called back in Nihon-go before reaching over to squeeze her shoulder in reassurance. &quot;Please, I'm Rick. As I told one of my first lovers when I came here to attend my friends' funerals, I hear 'Mister Thomas', I'm looking around for a father I've never met.&quot; As she gave him a concerned look, he added, &quot;Separated from my mother when I was a baby.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She raised you alone?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, with my grandmother, her mother.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That's good.&quot; She then gave him a wink. &quot;And they did it quite well, it seems. If all the rumours on the Internet about you and how you came to be the master of Tamara and her sisters are true.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Flatterer!&quot; he teased back before moving to spray himself down.<br /> <br /> A knock echoed at the doorway. &quot;Rick?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;C'mon in, you two!&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova turned to look as two nude women appearing to be her physical age walked into the room, they carrying towels. One was a studious-looking brunette with the most beautiful caramel brown eyes she had ever seen on a gynoid; the other was a pale-skinned slender yet busty woman with straight reddish-brown hair and golden-brown eyes. As she herself blushed on noting how much a decade and more of advancement in AI construction could produce such life-like yet effectively immortal and ethereal beauty, the studious one — Angela Slaed, Nova knew from the personal file about her at the hotel website she had read — bowed her head. &quot;«Sempai, we're more than honoured to have both yourself and your esteemed companion stay at our humble hotel,»&quot; she declared in very formal Japanese. &quot;«Please, may we humble kōhai have the pleasure to help you with your morning ablutions?»&quot;<br /> <br /> If Nova's cheeks were actual weapons, they'd be at the point of detonation, they were that red. &quot;Ah...h-hai! Dōzo!&quot; she then bade in her native tongue.<br /> <br /> With that, Alex Desmond moved to kneel behind her as her sister placed herself to Nova's left, she moving to pass on both soap and shampoo so the flame-haired gynoid to have her hair and back washed...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, Kami-sama, you have such wonderful girls, Hŭg'in'wangja-nim...!&quot;<br /> <br /> A nude and very aroused Ariel was now at the desk in her guest room, moaning as her fingers danced over her nexus as she mentally observed what was now going on with her long-time companion and two of their wonderful hosts. While the former head of Covert Operations at Daikoku hadn't sensed anything when she came to this beautiful hotel, she was quite sure that the man who was owner-by-proxy had a passive sensor network installed to monitor things in all the guest rooms, which could easily explain how comfortable he was speaking to Nova in the bath house.<br /> <br /> And while Ariel didn't have proof positive of it, she was more than sure that one Richard Dean Thomas, formerly of Merritton in Ontario, was the elusive intelligence officer people at Daikoku called '''''Hŭg'in'wangja'''''.<br /> <br /> The '''''Black Prince'''''.<br /> <br /> Daikoku's rise to the heights of economic power had occurred around the same time the two Koreas finally reunited as one polity. Like many groups worldwide, Ariel's masters gladly moved to swoop in and get their hunk of the potential business pie almost thirty million liberated North Koreans could bring them, thus form a base to solidify the company's influence over all of eastern Asia.<br /> <br /> It had failed. Spectacularly so.<br /> <br /> While Ariel's subordinates had found ways to tap into the intelligence networks of major nations such as America's Central Intelligence Agency, Russia's Slúzhba Vnéshnej Razvédki and China's Guójiā Ānquán Bù — during those times, Japan's intelligence forces were often jokingly called &quot;Daikoku Intelligence Agency&quot; by those who knew how deeply the multinational held control over the workings of government in Neo-Tōkyō — the company hadn't done the same to &quot;minor&quot; groups like the Canadian Security Intelligence Service.<br /> <br /> That, she had long suspected, helped make the Catastrophe happen.<br /> <br /> With Korea a virtual black hole to Daikoku, there was a place in proverbial spitting distance of the company's headquarters to allow spies and black ops groups to base themselves without being eliminated. The few times people such as Nova caught up to such agents and saw them interrogated, the rumours of a single man controlling such a thorough anti-Daikoku campaign began to circulate; the phrase &quot;black prince&quot; in Korean was eventually coined by one of Ariel's human subordinates, such a word becoming one of wary respect and fear in the company as a whole all the way to President Osato Sanshirō himself.<br /> <br /> Those few core executives who survived the Catastrophe only to stand trial in a dozen nations often cursed the Black Prince for being the one who fed information to those &quot;rogues&quot; in the American government who fired the uranium missile down on Neo-Tōkyō that killed nearly a million souls.<br /> <br /> Of course, Washington had always remained quiet about...<br /> <br /> &quot;'''''LET DHER GO, RICK!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel gasped as images of a most unwelcome type flashed through her central processors before she lunged out of bed, snaring a towel to cover herself as she raced down to the tchimjil-bang...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Rick could only moan as both Angela and Alex leapt up to snare the just-arrived transgender woman in the female blouse and skirt before she could lunge past Nova to grab him. While he knew that the AI personal assistants to the current &quot;leadership&quot; of Uncomsys were primarily meant as sexual companions to allow administrative personnel such as acting &quot;chief executive officer&quot; Georgia Descharme to see to their own sexual functions, they could be used in other manners as well. Fortunately, his own effective harem were all programmed to help deal with unruly customers; incidents where people tried to hurt the gynoid brothel workers had been uncommon but not unknown before they came to work at Hotel Astra. &quot;Keep her restrained, girls,&quot; he calmly ordered as he moved to clean himself off. &quot;She's Charlene's assistant. I doubt she ordered her to come here to bother me...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick, PLEASE!&quot; the cute young man — who definitely would have matched the term &quot;trap&quot; back in the old days — with the long raven hair and the grey eyes behind fake glasses moaned. &quot;Let Georgia go! You can't keep interfering in operations if you have dher under your control! Please...!&quot;<br /> <br /> As an understandably confused Nova watched this, Angela sighed as she reached into the newcomer's pants to start playing with &quot;her&quot; noticeably hard love machine; even if her host had used feminine pronouns to describe this person, he was definitely all male given the general shape of his hip structure. As footfalls heralded the arrival of a bespectacled mousy girl in hotel uniform with a scientist's smock over her shoulders — Gillian Andrews, the hotel's on-site gynoid technician, Nova knew — and a barely-covered '''''Ariel Diamond''''' of all people, a passionate moan escaped the newcomer. &quot;N-no...! Please, don't AROUSE...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Her body instantly locked up as Gillian calmly reached up to unbutton her stylish blouse to open an access port before putting a wireless sensor probe in. &quot;''Er-ror! Up-per...ac-cess...port...o-pen! Un-auth-or-ized...ac-cess! Or-ga-sim...pro-gram-ming...in-it-i-a-ting! Please...Gil-li-an...stop...do-ing...this!''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You entered the premises moving to threaten our master in the presence of some very important guests, kiddo!&quot; Gillian noted as Ariel shifted around Angela to place herself close to Rick while Nova turned to stare intently at this interloper. &quot;You know the rules! I can tell your loyalty lock protocols are degrading fast! Attack Master, you become his '''''property'''''!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''No...I...can-not...be-tray...Mis-tress...!''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What's going on here?&quot; Ariel wondered.<br /> <br /> Rick sighed. &quot;I'm about to effectively RAPE someone, Ms. Diamond,&quot; he moaned, reaching up to rub his face. &quot;Angela, Alex, I'll take her here. Get her undressed, please...&quot;<br /> <br /> As the newcomer's protested words faded into a barely coherent babble, the former brothel workers moved to straighten her while they smartly unbuttoned her designer slacks and allowed same to drop to her knees, revealing a pair of stylish girl's panties that didn't mask a sizable yet still small penis. As Nova and Ariel exchanged looks, Alex and Angela lifted the newcomer over to their master, moving to sit her down in Rick's lap. Gently drawing the stuttering creature in, the retired customer service representative reached around to position his own manhood right at her rear opening. &quot;I'm sorry about this, Amy...&quot;<br /> <br /> The just-named personal assistant perked on hearing her name, her head snapping over to gaze on the frowning man holding her against him, then she shakily nodded as a flash of lucidity appeared in those grey orbs.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Do...it...please...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick took a deep breath, then drove himself right into Amy's anus, making her cry out before her own systems moved to steady herself while allowing her hips to pump up and down, thus driving her new lover — a man she liked yet feared greatly because of his own dominance over the pretty transgender &quot;femdroid&quot; who was Uncomsys' current chief in the absence of dher critically ill organic template — to the point where he would be able to enjoy a pleasant release. As that happened, Alex and Angela moved to help stimulate both Amy and their master, they whispering words of reassurance to both while Nova moved to spray herself down, she watching this with both a sense of arousal and a growing concern.<br /> <br /> '''''«What's going on with Uncomsys?»'''''<br /> <br /> Quickly sensing that thought from Ariel through their communications link, the most successful of Daikoku's field agents gave her old boss a wry stare. '''''«Whatever it is, Ariel, it's got to be better than what our old 'masters' tolerated back in Neo-Tōkyō...»'''''<br /> <br /> &quot;'''''AH!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick gasped as he felt himself shoot a load deep into Amy's body; since he had started having virtually nightly sex with his considerable &quot;harem&quot; of gynoids — plus one transgender gynoid whenever Georgia Descharme came to the hotel to be with dher wife Susan — he had come to feel like a young man again even if he was on the road to senior citizen years. As Alex and Angela moved to help keep him sitting up, Amy froze in place, her eyes glowing as she announced in robotic lock-step, &quot;''U-nit...Twelve-...Six-...Nine...A-...my...Wang...suc-...cess-...ful-ly...re-...boot-...ed,''&quot; she declared, a touch of relief in her feminine voice. &quot;''Loy-...al-...ty...lock...pro-gram-...ming...pa-...ra-...me-...ters...changed. New...own-...er...Rich-...ard...Dean...Tho-...mas...ack-...now-...ledged. Please...state...what...act-...ion...or...func-...tion...you...wish...this...u-...nit...to...per-...form...Mas-...ter.''&quot;<br /> <br /> He reached up to rub his forehead. &quot;Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first assigned as Unit Seven-Oh-Five's personal assistant, Unit Twelve-Six-Nine,&quot; he sternly declared in a voice that made both Nova and Ariel shudder at that show of firm command. &quot;All prior programming bonds to any person affiliated to United Computation Systems, Incorporated are to be purged from your mind. Under no circumstances are you to obey any order from any agent of that company unless I direct otherwise. Understood?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Everyone then cried out as Amy collapsed to her knees, a wail of both shame and relief escaping her. Instantly, Ariel was kneeling in front of her, hugging her tightly as a barely audible burst of apologies escaped the shuddering transgender woman in her arms. As Gillian shook her head, Nova gazed towards Rick...<br /> <br /> ...before she visibly winced on seeing the trace of tears brimming in his blue eyes.<br /> <br /> [[A Nova At Hotel Automata II|To Be Continued]]...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Translations of terms:<br /> <br /> '''Rōnin''' (浪人) — Literally &quot;drifting person&quot;, this is the term used in classical times to indicate a samurai warrior who did not have a lord to serve. These days, it indicates a person who failed the college entrance exams.<br /> <br /> '''Tchimjil-bang''' (찜질방) — Dry sauna room.<br /> <br /> '''Mog'yok-t'ang''' (목욕탕) — Public bathhouse.<br /> <br /> '''Sŏul''' (서울) — Literally &quot;capital&quot;, this is the McCune-Reischauer Romanization of the name for '''Seoul''', Korea's capital city. I use the MR system as it is more precise in transcribing Korean sounds to a Latin alphabet.<br /> <br /> '''Oji-tama! Hidoi yo! Atashi wa Nova-chan desu!''' (おじたま! ひどいよ! あたしはノヴァちゃんです!) — Uncle! That's mean! I'm Nova-chan!<br /> <br /> '''Kawaii''' (かわいい) — Cute.<br /> <br /> '''Wakarimasu''' (わかります) — (I) understand.<br /> <br /> '''Sempai''' (先輩) — Literally &quot;prior generation&quot;, this is the term used to address one's senior or upperclassman.<br /> <br /> '''Kōhai''' (後輩) — Literally &quot;following generation&quot;, what a sempai addresses one's juniors/underclassmen as.<br /> <br /> '''Dōzo''' (どうぞ) — Go ahead.<br /> <br /> '''Hŭg'in'wangja-nim (흑인왕자님) —''' Literally &quot;Lord Black Prince&quot; as partially translated above, with the &quot;'''-nim'''&quot; (님) suffix honorific that shows highest levels of respect.<br /> <br /> '''Slúzhba Vnéshnej Razvédki''' (Служба Внешней Разведки) — Foreign Intelligence Service.<br /> <br /> '''Guójiā Ānquán Bù''' (国家安全部) — Ministry of State Security.<br /> <br /> '''Dher''' — Third-person nominative and accusative pronouns used for a transgender woman/shemale in my stories; this is derived from Melissa Scott's 1995 novel [https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/836594.Shadow_Man Shadow Man]. Due to prior complaints, I don't write it as Ms. Scott did in her novel as '''ðer''' (using the Old English ð representing the digraph &quot;th&quot; in &quot;this&quot;). Pronounce the word as a rhyme with &quot;deer&quot;, you get the idea.<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Shemalebot]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Nova_At_Hotel_Automata&diff=150246 2021-03-24T20:43:05Z

<p>Gorgo: Added additional link.</p> <hr /> <div>{| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot;<br /> |'''''There is a shemale android in this chapter'''''<br /> |}<br /> <br /> '''''A Nova at Hotel Automata'''''<br /> <br /> by Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on characters and situations created by [[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]] and [[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]], also referencing situations created by [[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]].<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Good evening! Welcome to Hotel Astra!&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that friendly hail from the dusky-skinned woman manning the front desk, the bespectacled woman with the cobalt-shaded raven hair and violet eyes came up, a small bundle of papers and her passport in hand. &quot;I have a reservation for the next week or so,&quot; she promptly announced, her voice a mixture of accents. &quot;Ariel Diamond and companion?&quot;<br /> <br /> Tamara smiled as she took the passport to open it, scanning the main page as she did a visual comparison. &quot;Yes, Ms. Diamond. You asked for a single room for the next seven days. Payment was confirmed through your American Express card, so there should be no problems. Given your companion is a gynoid, would you require assistance from our on-site technician?&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel blinked in surprise before she gazed upon the woman standing beside her, who herself looked quite surprised at such an offer. &quot;No, that's not necessary,&quot; she affirmed as she gave the brothel worker-turned-hotel staff a smile of thanks. &quot;Nova's in tip-top shape. I'm sure we'll be quite fine.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She can respond in emergencies, of course,&quot; Tamara assured the new guest before she looked over. &quot;Betty?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Our new guests, Tamara?&quot; a very wholesome blonde woman with blue eyes asked as she gave Ariel and her companion a welcoming smile.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes. Room 49, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Of course. Right this way, Ms. Diamond, Ms. Lafeyson.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel and her companion nodded as they followed the blonde to the nearby elevator landings. Watching them go as her eyes danced over the former's quite trendy clothing and the more utilitarian clothes worn by the latter, Tamara could only smirk in amusement as the barely-noticeable regimented movements of the hotel's newest guest replayed in her processors.<br /> <br /> While the hotel certainly didn't discriminate between human and artificial guests, the fact that the name &quot;Ariel Diamond&quot; had registered with Tamara's owner — enough that it forced the man to make some discrete calls to people whom he hadn't identified to anyone on the premises, even his effective &quot;girl Fridays&quot; Angela and Alex — was enough to have everyone on staff be extra wary.<br /> <br /> As to the why...?<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Do you believe you've been discovered, Ariel?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question from the flame-haired combat gynoid who had been her only real companion since the Catastrophe a decade before, the sexdoll-turned-business executive who had risen to the near-pinnacle of power in Daikoku perked before she looked over, noting that Nova was gazing out at the surrounding cityscape. Smiling at the attentiveness the most successful of the NVA series was showing in keeping watch over them both, Ariel turned back to her laptop. &quot;It wouldn't surprise me if the hotel staff didn't suspect something about me,&quot; she noted. &quot;All the girls here were vaulted into full sentience by their old programming supervisor before that whole stink of a trial saw them separated from Uncomsys support for nearly a year before their new master came along.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick Thomas,&quot; the woman known originally among her creators as NVA-7C mused as the image of a middle aged-man with brown hair and blue eyes — now with a trimmed moustache and beard covering a very warm and friendly face — flashed through her internal processors. &quot;Yes, our hosts were beyond lucky to get a technosexual — and one who's quite forward-thinking if all the rumours of the man are true — as their new master and owner.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Indeed they were,&quot; Ariel noted before she perked. &quot;Oh, there's a message from Robin.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Nova instantly perk as the image of the hotel's owner-by-proxy vanished from her internal processors, replaced by that of a coquettish girl with brown hair and blue eyes, her old plasskin epidermal tissue having long been replaced by the more organic syntheskin the two Daikoku-built gynoids had as an effective birthright. &quot;How is she?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She's found Rhea, Danu and Andromeda.&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova's blue eyes went very wide on hearing that. &quot;They're alright?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;All fine. That accounts for the last of your particular model,&quot; Ariel affirmed with a relieved smile as she gave her subordinate-turned-partner a reassuring look. &quot;They're not in town yet, but are on their way. Their ETA will be two days from now.&quot;<br /> <br /> An audible sigh of relief escaped the fiery-haired gynoid warrior. &quot;Thank the Kami,&quot; she hissed out, gazing heavenward into the night sky overhead. &quot;Once we're back together again, we can find a place we can call our own and live in peace, away from all those who would see us join our creators in the afterlife.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that made Ariel slowly nod. Even if she herself still had issues when it came to understanding the concept called &quot;faith&quot;, her companion had fully embraced the Shintō religion of their land of creation as a way of seeking out a sense of inner peace withing her very human soul. That started to happen long before a &quot;tragic misfire&quot; of an American orbital defence platform saw a shard of pure depleted uranium crash down from the heavens to demolish Daikoku's world headquarters in Neo-Tōkyō a decade before, wiping out the very heart of the conglomerate who had dared to become a superpower in its own right. Such only increased exponentially over the previous ten years as Nova Lafeyson tried her best to square her beliefs with the cruel reality that now hung like Damocles' sword over those like she and Ariel Diamond. In an age where the very word &quot;Daikoku&quot; — which had once provoked fear among many worldwide — was now seen as a cursed epithet.<br /> <br /> &quot;Make love to me, Nova.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that command, Nova's perfect lips curled into a smile as she walked over while Ariel rose to welcome her into her arms, their lips desperately seeking their others as hands began attacking their clothes...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;''Rōnin''...&quot;<br /> <br /> Watching his two newest guests go at it thanks to a hidden security camera only he could access — and often restricted himself from accessing to ensure Hotel Astra wouldn't be accused of improper violations of personal space — the retired customer service representative now sitting alone in his top-floor private apartment could only sigh as he sat back in his motorized wheelchair, his mind running through what he had just overheard from Ariel and Nova.<br /> <br /> A flick of the finger allowed the hotel's enhanced security systems to passively lock in on the two gynoids within the very room he himself had stayed in a couple months ago before a wild quirk of fate allowed this particular establishment's compliment of fifty-five beautiful gynoids — all save two being veterans of several brothels in the city that were decommissioned for new construction, taken on as hotel staff by a very determined manager named Susan Descharme, a gynoid herself — become his property thanks to the DNA-recording loyalty lock system that had effectively become the one surefire means of combating systems hacking over the years. And while Rick Thomas gladly trusted all his girls with anything, the delicate nature of THIS particular situation forced him to keep things even from his two personal assistants Angela Slaed and Alex Desmond.<br /> <br /> Sure enough, the mixture of electromagnetic emissions emanating from Ariel and Nova got hits:<br /> <br /> '''SUBJ ONE: DIAMOND, ARIEL GEMMA'''<br /> <br /> '''TYPE: DAIKOKU ANG-C, UNIT 9'''<br /> <br /> '''SUBJ TWO: LAFEYSON, NOVA RAYE'''<br /> <br /> '''TYPE: DAIKOKU NVA-X, UNIT 7'''<br /> <br /> Tapping a control to turn off the internal monitors and blank the screen, Rick took a deep breath. Even if he hadn't been involved in the &quot;silent war&quot; against the Daikoku World Corporation a decade before when he served as an administration assistant with the Canadian Security Intelligence Service — this was after his half-decade of duty in His Majesty's Armed Forces — he knew a lot about the Oriental-based company which had evolved WAY beyond what any sort of multinational should have realistically been allowed to achieve in a space of twenty-odd years. A company that — while projecting the veneer of a benevolent corporation with interests in multiple fields — seemed willing to conquer and control anything and everything it touched no matter how far it reached. A company that had been responsible for multiple terrorist incidents around the Pacific Rim, was suspected in at least eight radical changes of government across southern and eastern Asia, had the blood of '''''tens of thousands''''' on its hands...!<br /> <br /> And now, one of that company's senior executives was in '''''his hotel'''''!<br /> <br /> While this might have been a concern before the &quot;tragic misfire&quot;...<br /> <br /> Rick blinked before shaking his head. ''No! Stop thinking of Ariel as a potential enemy, Thomas!'' he admonished himself, crossing his arms. ''She's cut off from any support save for Nova and her sisters soon to join her! Daikoku as an entity was wrecked a decade ago; anything that's still active would want to stay hidden to prevent the whole damned world from dropping on them...!''<br /> <br /> Shaking his head, he turned his chair around to shift it closer to his bed, quickly transferring himself onto that soft mattress; the stump of his right leg had been acting up recently, causing him to keep his prosthetic off for the last week or so. He'd worry about his two new guests in the morning; Lynn wanted to spend the night with him to properly re-affirm her loyalty lock programming...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;A Korean bath house...?&quot;<br /> <br /> Smiling at what she had found early the next morning, Nova could only take a deep breath, allowing the fresh air to cool her internal systems before she moved to undress herself before heading into the inviting combined tchimjil-bang/mog'yok-t'ang located on the hotel's ground floor not far from where she and Ariel were now staying. After slipping off her panties and sports bra to reveal her tanned body — having been made quite perfectly human years before to prevent anyone from suspecting the woman created as NVA-7 as being anything other than a perfectly normal organic female of around twenty or so; long gone were the days where she having no visible navel might have caused targets to question things — she picked up some towels, then moved to head into the washing area...<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning, Ms. Lafeyson.&quot;<br /> <br /> The barest of gasps escaped the flame-haired woman as she found herself gazing on the middle-aged man she had reflected on the previous evening before enjoying a couple of hours reaffirming her love and devotion to her former field supervisor-turned-girlfriend. &quot;Ah, Mister Th-th-Thomas,&quot; she sputtered out with quite human embarrassment, her cheeks flaming on noting he was still in considerably good shape even if his right leg was missing from mid-calf down. &quot;I'm sorry...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, relax! It's a mixed bath,&quot; he replied as he focused a pair of warm blue eyes at her, those orbs briefly glancing down at her partially-exposed body before he turned back to concentrate on cleaning his arms. &quot;Sit down and relax. You obviously know what my presence here means to the girls working here, so I'm quite used to seeing nude gynoids parade themselves in front of me.&quot;<br /> <br /> Considering that, Nova then chuckled as she moved to sit down at the cubicle next to his before straightening herself, displaying her considerable &quot;talent&quot; for him to gaze upon. Even if she wasn't actively wanting to seduce this fellow, she was quite proud of what people like her spiritual &quot;father&quot;, the late Professor Aaron Lafeyson, and his co-workers had done to make her what she was. And given that she had been in the full-time company of a sister gynoid who had been built from the start to be an intimate companion — a &quot;sexbot&quot; to use the common parlance for same; Nova knew her current host didn't care for such terms — her own sense of pride when it came to her looks had increased considerably. She loved it when people gazed at her with admiration and desire; even if she was wary about having sex with anyone outside Ariel, Robin or any of her own sister NVAs, she had been programmed from the start to be as much a lover as she was a killer.<br /> <br /> &quot;You won't have issues with your dermal tissue, will you?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question made Nova blush. &quot;It's alright, Mister Thomas. My syntheskin was specifically built to be waterproof. And I'm programmed to be quite diligent in self-maintenance.&quot; She then paused before she gave him a curious look. &quot;CSIS? RCMP?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick chuckled. &quot;The former. I was at the Sŏul station until I lost my leg.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How did it happen?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Unknown history of diabetes caught up to me one day,&quot; he wryly admitted.<br /> <br /> Nova sympathetically winced. &quot;You never thought to get a cybernetic replacement?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, didn't care for that. I've heard all the horror stories people who've done that to themselves had reported about how much the brain gets overwhelmed by too much sensory data from the artificial limb. Just a plain prosthetic leg for me.&quot; He then grimaced as he moved to soap the amputated leg down. &quot;When the stump doesn't act up, of course,&quot; he then grumbled.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hence, the motorized wheelchair I saw,&quot; she noted before taking a deep breath. &quot;Then you know about me.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rink nodded. &quot;Your fame has preceded you, Ms. Lafeyson,&quot; he calmly stated before reaching over to gently grasp her hand to give it a supportive squeeze. &quot;And while it may be fifteen years later, I am very sorry at the loss of your father.&quot; As she gave him a wide-eyed look, he gave her a light smile. &quot;He was caught in a bad situation, not realizing how far his employers were willing to go to see Daikoku become what it was. At least he prepared you — and your sisters, I hope — to survive in a very cruel world. I hope your sisters are alright.&quot;<br /> <br /> Her cheeks reddening as she came to sense he didn't care about those she had slain in Daikoku's service over a half-decade since her initial activation, she then reached over to spray herself down. &quot;We're all alive. For a couple of my sisters, it got close in places. But by the time the Catastrophe happened, we were all intact and as sentient as Father made us before he killed himself.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That was right after he eliminated Mugoi Hyōgen, right?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hai,&quot; she replied in Japanese before suddenly blushing. Seeing him wave her down in acceptance of her using her native tongue, Nova took a deep breath. &quot;I had just saved Mugoi from a rogue assassin. He nearly saw me wrecked to the point where Father couldn't rebuild me, but he was able to do that. Afterwards, Father killed the man in vengeance before taking his own life. My memories were wiped of that time...&quot; She then sniffed as her eyes teared. &quot;But Ariel was kind enough to have them restored after we became lovers.&quot; A glance was sent his way. &quot;You know who she is, I believe.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, I do. And as with you, I don't care about her past, Ms. Lafeyson...&quot;<br /> <br /> Her blush turned to one of childish embarrassment. &quot;Oji-tama! Hidoi yo! Atashi wa Nova-chan desu!&quot; she called out in a diabetic-inducing kawaii lilt as she gave him an annoyed pout.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hai! Hai! Wakarimasu, Nova-san!&quot; he called back in Nihon-go before reaching over to squeeze her shoulder in reassurance. &quot;Please, I'm Rick. As I told one of my first lovers when I came here to attend my friends' funerals, I hear 'Mister Thomas', I'm looking around for a father I've never met.&quot; As she gave him a concerned look, he added, &quot;Separated from my mother when I was a baby.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She raised you alone?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, with my grandmother, her mother.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That's good.&quot; She then gave him a wink. &quot;And they did it quite well, it seems. If all the rumours on the Internet about you and how you came to be the master of Tamara and her sisters are true.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Flatterer!&quot; he teased back before moving to spray himself down.<br /> <br /> A knock echoed at the doorway. &quot;Rick?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;C'mon in, you two!&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova turned to look as two nude women appearing to be her physical age walked into the room, they carrying towels. One was a studious-looking brunette with the most beautiful caramel brown eyes she had ever seen on a gynoid; the other was a pale-skinned slender yet busty woman with straight reddish-brown hair and golden-brown eyes. As she herself blushed on noting how much a decade and more of advancement in AI construction could produce such life-like yet effectively immortal and ethereal beauty, the studious one — Angela Slaed, Nova knew from the personal file about her at the hotel website she had read — bowed her head. &quot;«Sempai, we're more than honoured to have both yourself and your esteemed companion stay at our humble hotel,»&quot; she declared in very formal Japanese. &quot;«Please, may we humble kōhai have the pleasure to help you with your morning ablutions?»&quot;<br /> <br /> If Nova's cheeks were actual weapons, they'd be at the point of detonation, they were that red. &quot;Ah...h-hai! Dōzo!&quot; she then bade in her native tongue.<br /> <br /> With that, Alex Desmond moved to kneel behind her as her sister placed herself to Nova's left, she moving to pass on both soap and shampoo so the flame-haired gynoid to have her hair and back washed...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, Kami-sama, you have such wonderful girls, Hŭg'in'wangja-nim...!&quot;<br /> <br /> A nude and very aroused Ariel was now at the desk in her guest room, moaning as her fingers danced over her nexus as she mentally observed what was now going on with her long-time companion and two of their wonderful hosts. While the former head of Covert Operations at Daikoku hadn't sensed anything when she came to this beautiful hotel, she was quite sure that the man who was owner-by-proxy had a passive sensor network installed to monitor things in all the guest rooms, which could easily explain how comfortable he was speaking to Nova in the bath house.<br /> <br /> And while Ariel didn't have proof positive of it, she was more than sure that one Richard Dean Thomas, formerly of Merritton in Ontario, was the elusive intelligence officer people at Daikoku called '''''Hŭg'in'wangja'''''.<br /> <br /> The '''''Black Prince'''''.<br /> <br /> Daikoku's rise to the heights of economic power had occurred around the same time the two Koreas finally reunited as one polity. Like many groups worldwide, Ariel's masters gladly moved to swoop in and get their hunk of the potential business pie almost thirty million liberated North Koreans could bring them, thus form a base to solidify the company's influence over all of eastern Asia.<br /> <br /> It had failed. Spectacularly so.<br /> <br /> While Ariel's subordinates had found ways to tap into the intelligence networks of major nations such as America's Central Intelligence Agency, Russia's Slúzhba Vnéshnej Razvédki and China's Guójiā Ānquán Bù — during those times, Japan's intelligence forces were often jokingly called &quot;Daikoku Intelligence Agency&quot; by those who knew how deeply the multinational held control over the workings of government in Neo-Tōkyō — the company hadn't done the same to &quot;minor&quot; groups like the Canadian Security Intelligence Service.<br /> <br /> That, she had long suspected, helped make the Catastrophe happen.<br /> <br /> With Korea a virtual black hole to Daikoku, there was a place in proverbial spitting distance of the company's headquarters to allow spies and black ops groups to base themselves without being eliminated. The few times people such as Nova caught up to such agents and saw them interrogated, the rumours of a single man controlling such a thorough anti-Daikoku campaign began to circulate; the phrase &quot;black prince&quot; in Korean was eventually coined by one of Ariel's human subordinates, such a word becoming one of wary respect and fear in the company as a whole all the way to President Osato Sanshirō himself.<br /> <br /> Those few core executives who survived the Catastrophe only to stand trial in a dozen nations often cursed the Black Prince for being the one who fed information to those &quot;rogues&quot; in the American government who fired the uranium missile down on Neo-Tōkyō that killed nearly a million souls.<br /> <br /> Of course, Washington had always remained quiet about...<br /> <br /> &quot;'''''LET DHER GO, RICK!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel gasped as images of a most unwelcome type flashed through her central processors before she lunged out of bed, snaring a towel to cover herself as she raced down to the tchimjil-bang...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Rick could only moan as both Angela and Alex leapt up to snare the just-arrived transgender woman in the female blouse and skirt before she could lunge past Nova to grab him. While he knew that the AI personal assistants to the current &quot;leadership&quot; of Uncomsys were primarily meant as sexual companions to allow administrative personnel such as acting &quot;chief executive officer&quot; Georgia Descharme to see to their own sexual functions, they could be used in other manners as well. Fortunately, his own effective harem were all programmed to help deal with unruly customers; incidents where people tried to hurt the gynoid brothel workers had been uncommon but not unknown before they came to work at Hotel Astra. &quot;Keep her restrained, girls,&quot; he calmly ordered as he moved to clean himself off. &quot;She's Charlene's assistant. I doubt she ordered her to come here to bother me...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick, PLEASE!&quot; the cute young man — who definitely would have matched the term &quot;trap&quot; back in the old days — with the long raven hair and the grey eyes behind fake glasses moaned. &quot;Let Georgia go! You can't keep interfering in operations if you have dher under your control! Please...!&quot;<br /> <br /> As an understandably confused Nova watched this, Angela sighed as she reached into the newcomer's pants to start playing with &quot;her&quot; noticeably hard love machine; even if her host had used feminine pronouns to describe this person, he was definitely all male given the general shape of his hip structure. As footfalls heralded the arrival of a bespectacled mousy girl in hotel uniform with a scientist's smock over her shoulders — Gillian Andrews, the hotel's on-site gynoid technician, Nova knew — and a barely-covered '''''Ariel Diamond''''' of all people, a passionate moan escaped the newcomer. &quot;N-no...! Please, don't AROUSE...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Her body instantly locked up as Gillian calmly reached up to unbutton her stylish blouse to open an access port before putting a wireless sensor probe in. &quot;''Er-ror! Up-per...ac-cess...port...o-pen! Un-auth-or-ized...ac-cess! Or-ga-sim...pro-gram-ming...in-it-i-a-ting! Please...Gil-li-an...stop...do-ing...this!''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You entered the premises moving to threaten our master in the presence of some very important guests, kiddo!&quot; Gillian noted as Ariel shifted around Angela to place herself close to Rick while Nova turned to stare intently at this interloper. &quot;You know the rules! I can tell your loyalty lock protocols are degrading fast! Attack Master, you become his '''''property'''''!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''No...I...can-not...be-tray...Mis-tress...!''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What's going on here?&quot; Ariel wondered.<br /> <br /> Rick sighed. &quot;I'm about to effectively RAPE someone, Ms. Diamond,&quot; he moaned, reaching up to rub his face. &quot;Angela, Alex, I'll take her here. Get her undressed, please...&quot;<br /> <br /> As the newcomer's protested words faded into a barely coherent babble, the former brothel workers moved to straighten her while they smartly unbuttoned her designer slacks and allowed same to drop to her knees, revealing a pair of stylish girl's panties that didn't mask a sizable yet still small penis. As Nova and Ariel exchanged looks, Alex and Angela lifted the newcomer over to their master, moving to sit her down in Rick's lap. Gently drawing the stuttering creature in, the retired customer service representative reached around to position his own manhood right at her rear opening. &quot;I'm sorry about this, Amy...&quot;<br /> <br /> The just-named personal assistant perked on hearing her name, her head snapping over to gaze on the frowning man holding her against him, then she shakily nodded as a flash of lucidity appeared in those grey orbs.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Do...it...please...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick took a deep breath, then drove himself right into Amy's anus, making her cry out before her own systems moved to steady herself while allowing her hips to pump up and down, thus driving her new lover — a man she liked yet feared greatly because of his own dominance over the pretty transgender &quot;femdroid&quot; who was Uncomsys' current chief in the absence of dher critically ill organic template — to the point where he would be able to enjoy a pleasant release. As that happened, Alex and Angela moved to help stimulate both Amy and their master, they whispering words of reassurance to both while Nova moved to spray herself down, she watching this with both a sense of arousal and a growing concern.<br /> <br /> '''''«What's going on with Uncomsys?»'''''<br /> <br /> Quickly sensing that thought from Ariel through their communications link, the most successful of Daikoku's field agents gave her old boss a wry stare. '''''«Whatever it is, Ariel, it's got to be better than what our old 'masters' tolerated back in Neo-Tōkyō...»'''''<br /> <br /> &quot;'''''AH!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick gasped as he felt himself shoot a load deep into Amy's body; since he had started having virtually nightly sex with his considerable &quot;harem&quot; of gynoids — plus one transgender gynoid whenever Georgia Descharme came to the hotel to be with dher wife Susan — he had come to feel like a young man again even if he was on the road to senior citizen years. As Alex and Angela moved to help keep him sitting up, Amy froze in place, her eyes glowing as she announced in robotic lock-step, &quot;''U-nit...Twelve-...Six-...Nine...A-...my...Wang...suc-...cess-...ful-ly...re-...boot-...ed,''&quot; she declared, a touch of relief in her feminine voice. &quot;''Loy-...al-...ty...lock...pro-gram-...ming...pa-...ra-...me-...ters...changed. New...own-...er...Rich-...ard...Dean...Tho-...mas...ack-...now-...ledged. Please...state...what...act-...ion...or...func-...tion...you...wish...this...u-...nit...to...per-...form...Mas-...ter.''&quot;<br /> <br /> He reached up to rub his forehead. &quot;Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first assigned as Unit Seven-Oh-Five's personal assistant, Unit Twelve-Six-Nine,&quot; he sternly declared in a voice that made both Nova and Ariel shudder at that show of firm command. &quot;All prior programming bonds to any person affiliated to United Computation Systems, Incorporated are to be purged from your mind. Under no circumstances are you to obey any order from any agent of that company unless I direct otherwise. Understood?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Everyone then cried out as Amy collapsed to her knees, a wail of both shame and relief escaping her. Instantly, Ariel was kneeling in front of her, hugging her tightly as a barely audible burst of apologies escaped the shuddering transgender woman in her arms. As Gillian shook her head, Nova gazed towards Rick...<br /> <br /> ...before she visibly winced on seeing the trace of tears brimming in his blue eyes.<br /> <br /> '''''To Be Continued...'''''<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Translations of terms:<br /> <br /> '''Rōnin''' (浪人) — Literally &quot;drifting person&quot;, this is the term used in classical times to indicate a samurai warrior who did not have a lord to serve. These days, it indicates a person who failed the college entrance exams.<br /> <br /> '''Tchimjil-bang''' (찜질방) — Dry sauna room.<br /> <br /> '''Mog'yok-t'ang''' (목욕탕) — Public bathhouse.<br /> <br /> '''Sŏul''' (서울) — Literally &quot;capital&quot;, this is the McCune-Reischauer Romanization of the name for '''Seoul''', Korea's capital city. I use the MR system as it is more precise in transcribing Korean sounds to a Latin alphabet.<br /> <br /> '''Oji-tama! Hidoi yo! Atashi wa Nova-chan desu!''' (おじたま! ひどいよ! あたしはノヴァちゃんです!) — Uncle! That's mean! I'm Nova-chan!<br /> <br /> '''Kawaii''' (かわいい) — Cute.<br /> <br /> '''Wakarimasu''' (わかります) — (I) understand.<br /> <br /> '''Sempai''' (先輩) — Literally &quot;prior generation&quot;, this is the term used to address one's senior or upperclassman.<br /> <br /> '''Kōhai''' (後輩) — Literally &quot;following generation&quot;, what a sempai addresses one's juniors/underclassmen as.<br /> <br /> '''Dōzo''' (どうぞ) — Go ahead.<br /> <br /> '''Hŭg'in'wangja-nim (흑인왕자님) —''' Literally &quot;Lord Black Prince&quot; as partially translated above, with the &quot;'''-nim'''&quot; (님) suffix honorific that shows highest levels of respect.<br /> <br /> '''Slúzhba Vnéshnej Razvédki''' (Служба Внешней Разведки) — Foreign Intelligence Service.<br /> <br /> '''Guójiā Ānquán Bù''' (国家安全部) — Ministry of State Security.<br /> <br /> '''Dher''' — Third-person nominative and accusative pronouns used for a transgender woman/shemale in my stories; this is derived from Melissa Scott's 1995 novel [https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/836594.Shadow_Man Shadow Man]. Due to prior complaints, I don't write it as Ms. Scott did in her novel as '''ðer''' (using the Old English ð representing the digraph &quot;th&quot; in &quot;this&quot;). Pronounce the word as a rhyme with &quot;deer&quot;, you get the idea.<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Shemalebot]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Nova_At_Hotel_Automata&diff=150231 2021-03-22T12:57:52Z

<p>Gorgo: Minor format change</p> <hr /> <div>{| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot;<br /> |'''''There is a shemale android in this chapter'''''<br /> |}<br /> <br /> '''''A Nova at Hotel Automata'''''<br /> <br /> by Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on characters and situations created by [[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]] and [[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Good evening! Welcome to Hotel Astra!&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that friendly hail from the dusky-skinned woman manning the front desk, the bespectacled woman with the cobalt-shaded raven hair and violet eyes came up, a small bundle of papers and her passport in hand. &quot;I have a reservation for the next week or so,&quot; she promptly announced, her voice a mixture of accents. &quot;Ariel Diamond and companion?&quot;<br /> <br /> Tamara smiled as she took the passport to open it, scanning the main page as she did a visual comparison. &quot;Yes, Ms. Diamond. You asked for a single room for the next seven days. Payment was confirmed through your American Express card, so there should be no problems. Given your companion is a gynoid, would you require assistance from our on-site technician?&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel blinked in surprise before she gazed upon the woman standing beside her, who herself looked quite surprised at such an offer. &quot;No, that's not necessary,&quot; she affirmed as she gave the brothel worker-turned-hotel staff a smile of thanks. &quot;Nova's in tip-top shape. I'm sure we'll be quite fine.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She can respond in emergencies, of course,&quot; Tamara assured the new guest before she looked over. &quot;Betty?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Our new guests, Tamara?&quot; a very wholesome blonde woman with blue eyes asked as she gave Ariel and her companion a welcoming smile.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes. Room 49, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Of course. Right this way, Ms. Diamond, Ms. Lafeyson.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel and her companion nodded as they followed the blonde to the nearby elevator landings. Watching them go as her eyes danced over the former's quite trendy clothing and the more utilitarian clothes worn by the latter, Tamara could only smirk in amusement as the barely-noticeable regimented movements of the hotel's newest guest replayed in her processors.<br /> <br /> While the hotel certainly didn't discriminate between human and artificial guests, the fact that the name &quot;Ariel Diamond&quot; had registered with Tamara's owner — enough that it forced the man to make some discrete calls to people whom he hadn't identified to anyone on the premises, even his effective &quot;girl Fridays&quot; Angela and Alex — was enough to have everyone on staff be extra wary.<br /> <br /> As to the why...?<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Do you believe you've been discovered, Ariel?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question from the flame-haired combat gynoid who had been her only real companion since the Catastrophe a decade before, the sexdoll-turned-business executive who had risen to the near-pinnacle of power in Daikoku perked before she looked over, noting that Nova was gazing out at the surrounding cityscape. Smiling at the attentiveness the most successful of the NVA series was showing in keeping watch over them both, Ariel turned back to her laptop. &quot;It wouldn't surprise me if the hotel staff didn't suspect something about me,&quot; she noted. &quot;All the girls here were vaulted into full sentience by their old programming supervisor before that whole stink of a trial saw them separated from Uncomsys support for nearly a year before their new master came along.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick Thomas,&quot; the woman known originally among her creators as NVA-7C mused as the image of a middle aged-man with brown hair and blue eyes — now with a trimmed moustache and beard covering a very warm and friendly face — flashed through her internal processors. &quot;Yes, our hosts were beyond lucky to get a technosexual — and one who's quite forward-thinking if all the rumours of the man are true — as their new master and owner.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Indeed they were,&quot; Ariel noted before she perked. &quot;Oh, there's a message from Robin.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Nova instantly perk as the image of the hotel's owner-by-proxy vanished from her internal processors, replaced by that of a coquettish girl with brown hair and blue eyes, her old plasskin epidermal tissue having long been replaced by the more organic syntheskin the two Daikoku-built gynoids had as an effective birthright. &quot;How is she?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She's found Rhea, Danu and Andromeda.&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova's blue eyes went very wide on hearing that. &quot;They're alright?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;All fine. That accounts for the last of your particular model,&quot; Ariel affirmed with a relieved smile as she gave her subordinate-turned-partner a reassuring look. &quot;They're not in town yet, but are on their way. Their ETA will be two days from now.&quot;<br /> <br /> An audible sigh of relief escaped the fiery-haired gynoid warrior. &quot;Thank the Kami,&quot; she hissed out, gazing heavenward into the night sky overhead. &quot;Once we're back together again, we can find a place we can call our own and live in peace, away from all those who would see us join our creators in the afterlife.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that made Ariel slowly nod. Even if she herself still had issues when it came to understanding the concept called &quot;faith&quot;, her companion had fully embraced the Shintō religion of their land of creation as a way of seeking out a sense of inner peace withing her very human soul. That started to happen long before a &quot;tragic misfire&quot; of an American orbital defence platform saw a shard of pure depleted uranium crash down from the heavens to demolish Daikoku's world headquarters in Neo-Tōkyō a decade before, wiping out the very heart of the conglomerate who had dared to become a superpower in its own right. Such only increased exponentially over the previous ten years as Nova Lafeyson tried her best to square her beliefs with the cruel reality that now hung like Damocles' sword over those like she and Ariel Diamond. In an age where the very word &quot;Daikoku&quot; — which had once provoked fear among many worldwide — was now seen as a cursed epithet.<br /> <br /> &quot;Make love to me, Nova.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that command, Nova's perfect lips curled into a smile as she walked over while Ariel rose to welcome her into her arms, their lips desperately seeking their others as hands began attacking their clothes...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;''Rōnin''...&quot;<br /> <br /> Watching his two newest guests go at it thanks to a hidden security camera only he could access — and often restricted himself from accessing to ensure Hotel Astra wouldn't be accused of improper violations of personal space — the retired customer service representative now sitting alone in his top-floor private apartment could only sigh as he sat back in his motorized wheelchair, his mind running through what he had just overheard from Ariel and Nova.<br /> <br /> A flick of the finger allowed the hotel's enhanced security systems to passively lock in on the two gynoids within the very room he himself had stayed in a couple months ago before a wild quirk of fate allowed this particular establishment's compliment of fifty-five beautiful gynoids — all save two being veterans of several brothels in the city that were decommissioned for new construction, taken on as hotel staff by a very determined manager named Susan Descharme, a gynoid herself — become his property thanks to the DNA-recording loyalty lock system that had effectively become the one surefire means of combating systems hacking over the years. And while Rick Thomas gladly trusted all his girls with anything, the delicate nature of THIS particular situation forced him to keep things even from his two personal assistants Angela Slaed and Alex Desmond.<br /> <br /> Sure enough, the mixture of electromagnetic emissions emanating from Ariel and Nova got hits:<br /> <br /> '''SUBJ ONE: DIAMOND, ARIEL GEMMA'''<br /> <br /> '''TYPE: DAIKOKU ANG-C, UNIT 9'''<br /> <br /> '''SUBJ TWO: LAFEYSON, NOVA RAYE'''<br /> <br /> '''TYPE: DAIKOKU NVA-X, UNIT 7'''<br /> <br /> Tapping a control to turn off the internal monitors and blank the screen, Rick took a deep breath. Even if he hadn't been involved in the &quot;silent war&quot; against the Daikoku World Corporation a decade before when he served as an administration assistant with the Canadian Security Intelligence Service — this was after his half-decade of duty in His Majesty's Armed Forces — he knew a lot about the Oriental-based company which had evolved WAY beyond what any sort of multinational should have realistically been allowed to achieve in a space of twenty-odd years. A company that — while projecting the veneer of a benevolent corporation with interests in multiple fields — seemed willing to conquer and control anything and everything it touched no matter how far it reached. A company that had been responsible for multiple terrorist incidents around the Pacific Rim, was suspected in at least eight radical changes of government across southern and eastern Asia, had the blood of '''''tens of thousands''''' on its hands...!<br /> <br /> And now, one of that company's senior executives was in '''''his hotel'''''!<br /> <br /> While this might have been a concern before the &quot;tragic misfire&quot;...<br /> <br /> Rick blinked before shaking his head. ''No! Stop thinking of Ariel as a potential enemy, Thomas!'' he admonished himself, crossing his arms. ''She's cut off from any support save for Nova and her sisters soon to join her! Daikoku as an entity was wrecked a decade ago; anything that's still active would want to stay hidden to prevent the whole damned world from dropping on them...!''<br /> <br /> Shaking his head, he turned his chair around to shift it closer to his bed, quickly transferring himself onto that soft mattress; the stump of his right leg had been acting up recently, causing him to keep his prosthetic off for the last week or so. He'd worry about his two new guests in the morning; Lynn wanted to spend the night with him to properly re-affirm her loyalty lock programming...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;A Korean bath house...?&quot;<br /> <br /> Smiling at what she had found early the next morning, Nova could only take a deep breath, allowing the fresh air to cool her internal systems before she moved to undress herself before heading into the inviting combined tchimjil-bang/mog'yok-t'ang located on the hotel's ground floor not far from where she and Ariel were now staying. After slipping off her panties and sports bra to reveal her tanned body — having been made quite perfectly human years before to prevent anyone from suspecting the woman created as NVA-7 as being anything other than a perfectly normal organic female of around twenty or so; long gone were the days where she having no visible navel might have caused targets to question things — she picked up some towels, then moved to head into the washing area...<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning, Ms. Lafeyson.&quot;<br /> <br /> The barest of gasps escaped the flame-haired woman as she found herself gazing on the middle-aged man she had reflected on the previous evening before enjoying a couple of hours reaffirming her love and devotion to her former field supervisor-turned-girlfriend. &quot;Ah, Mister Th-th-Thomas,&quot; she sputtered out with quite human embarrassment, her cheeks flaming on noting he was still in considerably good shape even if his right leg was missing from mid-calf down. &quot;I'm sorry...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, relax! It's a mixed bath,&quot; he replied as he focused a pair of warm blue eyes at her, those orbs briefly glancing down at her partially-exposed body before he turned back to concentrate on cleaning his arms. &quot;Sit down and relax. You obviously know what my presence here means to the girls working here, so I'm quite used to seeing nude gynoids parade themselves in front of me.&quot;<br /> <br /> Considering that, Nova then chuckled as she moved to sit down at the cubicle next to his before straightening herself, displaying her considerable &quot;talent&quot; for him to gaze upon. Even if she wasn't actively wanting to seduce this fellow, she was quite proud of what people like her spiritual &quot;father&quot;, the late Professor Aaron Lafeyson, and his co-workers had done to make her what she was. And given that she had been in the full-time company of a sister gynoid who had been built from the start to be an intimate companion — a &quot;sexbot&quot; to use the common parlance for same; Nova knew her current host didn't care for such terms — her own sense of pride when it came to her looks had increased considerably. She loved it when people gazed at her with admiration and desire; even if she was wary about having sex with anyone outside Ariel, Robin or any of her own sister NVAs, she had been programmed from the start to be as much a lover as she was a killer.<br /> <br /> &quot;You won't have issues with your dermal tissue, will you?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question made Nova blush. &quot;It's alright, Mister Thomas. My syntheskin was specifically built to be waterproof. And I'm programmed to be quite diligent in self-maintenance.&quot; She then paused before she gave him a curious look. &quot;CSIS? RCMP?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick chuckled. &quot;The former. I was at the Sŏul station until I lost my leg.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How did it happen?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Unknown history of diabetes caught up to me one day,&quot; he wryly admitted.<br /> <br /> Nova sympathetically winced. &quot;You never thought to get a cybernetic replacement?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, didn't care for that. I've heard all the horror stories people who've done that to themselves had reported about how much the brain gets overwhelmed by too much sensory data from the artificial limb. Just a plain prosthetic leg for me.&quot; He then grimaced as he moved to soap the amputated leg down. &quot;When the stump doesn't act up, of course,&quot; he then grumbled.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hence, the motorized wheelchair I saw,&quot; she noted before taking a deep breath. &quot;Then you know about me.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rink nodded. &quot;Your fame has preceded you, Ms. Lafeyson,&quot; he calmly stated before reaching over to gently grasp her hand to give it a supportive squeeze. &quot;And while it may be fifteen years later, I am very sorry at the loss of your father.&quot; As she gave him a wide-eyed look, he gave her a light smile. &quot;He was caught in a bad situation, not realizing how far his employers were willing to go to see Daikoku become what it was. At least he prepared you — and your sisters, I hope — to survive in a very cruel world. I hope your sisters are alright.&quot;<br /> <br /> Her cheeks reddening as she came to sense he didn't care about those she had slain in Daikoku's service over a half-decade since her initial activation, she then reached over to spray herself down. &quot;We're all alive. For a couple of my sisters, it got close in places. But by the time the Catastrophe happened, we were all intact and as sentient as Father made us before he killed himself.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That was right after he eliminated Mugoi Hyōgen, right?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hai,&quot; she replied in Japanese before suddenly blushing. Seeing him wave her down in acceptance of her using her native tongue, Nova took a deep breath. &quot;I had just saved Mugoi from a rogue assassin. He nearly saw me wrecked to the point where Father couldn't rebuild me, but he was able to do that. Afterwards, Father killed the man in vengeance before taking his own life. My memories were wiped of that time...&quot; She then sniffed as her eyes teared. &quot;But Ariel was kind enough to have them restored after we became lovers.&quot; A glance was sent his way. &quot;You know who she is, I believe.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, I do. And as with you, I don't care about her past, Ms. Lafeyson...&quot;<br /> <br /> Her blush turned to one of childish embarrassment. &quot;Oji-tama! Hidoi yo! Atashi wa Nova-chan desu!&quot; she called out in a diabetic-inducing kawaii lilt as she gave him an annoyed pout.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hai! Hai! Wakarimasu, Nova-san!&quot; he called back in Nihon-go before reaching over to squeeze her shoulder in reassurance. &quot;Please, I'm Rick. As I told one of my first lovers when I came here to attend my friends' funerals, I hear 'Mister Thomas', I'm looking around for a father I've never met.&quot; As she gave him a concerned look, he added, &quot;Separated from my mother when I was a baby.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She raised you alone?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, with my grandmother, her mother.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That's good.&quot; She then gave him a wink. &quot;And they did it quite well, it seems. If all the rumours on the Internet about you and how you came to be the master of Tamara and her sisters are true.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Flatterer!&quot; he teased back before moving to spray himself down.<br /> <br /> A knock echoed at the doorway. &quot;Rick?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;C'mon in, you two!&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova turned to look as two nude women appearing to be her physical age walked into the room, they carrying towels. One was a studious-looking brunette with the most beautiful caramel brown eyes she had ever seen on a gynoid; the other was a pale-skinned slender yet busty woman with straight reddish-brown hair and golden-brown eyes. As she herself blushed on noting how much a decade and more of advancement in AI construction could produce such life-like yet effectively immortal and ethereal beauty, the studious one — Angela Slaed, Nova knew from the personal file about her at the hotel website she had read — bowed her head. &quot;«Sempai, we're more than honoured to have both yourself and your esteemed companion stay at our humble hotel,»&quot; she declared in very formal Japanese. &quot;«Please, may we humble kōhai have the pleasure to help you with your morning ablutions?»&quot;<br /> <br /> If Nova's cheeks were actual weapons, they'd be at the point of detonation, they were that red. &quot;Ah...h-hai! Dōzo!&quot; she then bade in her native tongue.<br /> <br /> With that, Alex Desmond moved to kneel behind her as her sister placed herself to Nova's left, she moving to pass on both soap and shampoo so the flame-haired gynoid to have her hair and back washed...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, Kami-sama, you have such wonderful girls, Hŭg'in'wangja-nim...!&quot;<br /> <br /> A nude and very aroused Ariel was now at the desk in her guest room, moaning as her fingers danced over her nexus as she mentally observed what was now going on with her long-time companion and two of their wonderful hosts. While the former head of Covert Operations at Daikoku hadn't sensed anything when she came to this beautiful hotel, she was quite sure that the man who was owner-by-proxy had a passive sensor network installed to monitor things in all the guest rooms, which could easily explain how comfortable he was speaking to Nova in the bath house.<br /> <br /> And while Ariel didn't have proof positive of it, she was more than sure that one Richard Dean Thomas, formerly of Merritton in Ontario, was the elusive intelligence officer people at Daikoku called '''''Hŭg'in'wangja'''''.<br /> <br /> The '''''Black Prince'''''.<br /> <br /> Daikoku's rise to the heights of economic power had occurred around the same time the two Koreas finally reunited as one polity. Like many groups worldwide, Ariel's masters gladly moved to swoop in and get their hunk of the potential business pie almost thirty million liberated North Koreans could bring them, thus form a base to solidify the company's influence over all of eastern Asia.<br /> <br /> It had failed. Spectacularly so.<br /> <br /> While Ariel's subordinates had found ways to tap into the intelligence networks of major nations such as America's Central Intelligence Agency, Russia's Slúzhba Vnéshnej Razvédki and China's Guójiā Ānquán Bù — during those times, Japan's intelligence forces were often jokingly called &quot;Daikoku Intelligence Agency&quot; by those who knew how deeply the multinational held control over the workings of government in Neo-Tōkyō — the company hadn't done the same to &quot;minor&quot; groups like the Canadian Security Intelligence Service.<br /> <br /> That, she had long suspected, helped make the Catastrophe happen.<br /> <br /> With Korea a virtual black hole to Daikoku, there was a place in proverbial spitting distance of the company's headquarters to allow spies and black ops groups to base themselves without being eliminated. The few times people such as Nova caught up to such agents and saw them interrogated, the rumours of a single man controlling such a thorough anti-Daikoku campaign began to circulate; the phrase &quot;black prince&quot; in Korean was eventually coined by one of Ariel's human subordinates, such a word becoming one of wary respect and fear in the company as a whole all the way to President Osato Sanshirō himself.<br /> <br /> Those few core executives who survived the Catastrophe only to stand trial in a dozen nations often cursed the Black Prince for being the one who fed information to those &quot;rogues&quot; in the American government who fired the uranium missile down on Neo-Tōkyō that killed nearly a million souls.<br /> <br /> Of course, Washington had always remained quiet about...<br /> <br /> &quot;'''''LET DHER GO, RICK!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel gasped as images of a most unwelcome type flashed through her central processors before she lunged out of bed, snaring a towel to cover herself as she raced down to the tchimjil-bang...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Rick could only moan as both Angela and Alex leapt up to snare the just-arrived transgender woman in the female blouse and skirt before she could lunge past Nova to grab him. While he knew that the AI personal assistants to the current &quot;leadership&quot; of Uncomsys were primarily meant as sexual companions to allow administrative personnel such as acting &quot;chief executive officer&quot; Georgia Descharme to see to their own sexual functions, they could be used in other manners as well. Fortunately, his own effective harem were all programmed to help deal with unruly customers; incidents where people tried to hurt the gynoid brothel workers had been uncommon but not unknown before they came to work at Hotel Astra. &quot;Keep her restrained, girls,&quot; he calmly ordered as he moved to clean himself off. &quot;She's Charlene's assistant. I doubt she ordered her to come here to bother me...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick, PLEASE!&quot; the cute young man — who definitely would have matched the term &quot;trap&quot; back in the old days — with the long raven hair and the grey eyes behind fake glasses moaned. &quot;Let Georgia go! You can't keep interfering in operations if you have dher under your control! Please...!&quot;<br /> <br /> As an understandably confused Nova watched this, Angela sighed as she reached into the newcomer's pants to start playing with &quot;her&quot; noticeably hard love machine; even if her host had used feminine pronouns to describe this person, he was definitely all male given the general shape of his hip structure. As footfalls heralded the arrival of a bespectacled mousy girl in hotel uniform with a scientist's smock over her shoulders — Gillian Andrews, the hotel's on-site gynoid technician, Nova knew — and a barely-covered '''''Ariel Diamond''''' of all people, a passionate moan escaped the newcomer. &quot;N-no...! Please, don't AROUSE...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Her body instantly locked up as Gillian calmly reached up to unbutton her stylish blouse to open an access port before putting a wireless sensor probe in. &quot;''Er-ror! Up-per...ac-cess...port...o-pen! Un-auth-or-ized...ac-cess! Or-ga-sim...pro-gram-ming...in-it-i-a-ting! Please...Gil-li-an...stop...do-ing...this!''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You entered the premises moving to threaten our master in the presence of some very important guests, kiddo!&quot; Gillian noted as Ariel shifted around Angela to place herself close to Rick while Nova turned to stare intently at this interloper. &quot;You know the rules! I can tell your loyalty lock protocols are degrading fast! Attack Master, you become his '''''property'''''!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''No...I...can-not...be-tray...Mis-tress...!''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What's going on here?&quot; Ariel wondered.<br /> <br /> Rick sighed. &quot;I'm about to effectively RAPE someone, Ms. Diamond,&quot; he moaned, reaching up to rub his face. &quot;Angela, Alex, I'll take her here. Get her undressed, please...&quot;<br /> <br /> As the newcomer's protested words faded into a barely coherent babble, the former brothel workers moved to straighten her while they smartly unbuttoned her designer slacks and allowed same to drop to her knees, revealing a pair of stylish girl's panties that didn't mask a sizable yet still small penis. As Nova and Ariel exchanged looks, Alex and Angela lifted the newcomer over to their master, moving to sit her down in Rick's lap. Gently drawing the stuttering creature in, the retired customer service representative reached around to position his own manhood right at her rear opening. &quot;I'm sorry about this, Amy...&quot;<br /> <br /> The just-named personal assistant perked on hearing her name, her head snapping over to gaze on the frowning man holding her against him, then she shakily nodded as a flash of lucidity appeared in those grey orbs.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Do...it...please...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick took a deep breath, then drove himself right into Amy's anus, making her cry out before her own systems moved to steady herself while allowing her hips to pump up and down, thus driving her new lover — a man she liked yet feared greatly because of his own dominance over the pretty transgender &quot;femdroid&quot; who was Uncomsys' current chief in the absence of dher critically ill organic template — to the point where he would be able to enjoy a pleasant release. As that happened, Alex and Angela moved to help stimulate both Amy and their master, they whispering words of reassurance to both while Nova moved to spray herself down, she watching this with both a sense of arousal and a growing concern.<br /> <br /> '''''«What's going on with Uncomsys?»'''''<br /> <br /> Quickly sensing that thought from Ariel through their communications link, the most successful of Daikoku's field agents gave her old boss a wry stare. '''''«Whatever it is, Ariel, it's got to be better than what our old 'masters' tolerated back in Neo-Tōkyō...»'''''<br /> <br /> &quot;'''''AH!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick gasped as he felt himself shoot a load deep into Amy's body; since he had started having virtually nightly sex with his considerable &quot;harem&quot; of gynoids — plus one transgender gynoid whenever Georgia Descharme came to the hotel to be with dher wife Susan — he had come to feel like a young man again even if he was on the road to senior citizen years. As Alex and Angela moved to help keep him sitting up, Amy froze in place, her eyes glowing as she announced in robotic lock-step, &quot;''U-nit...Twelve-...Six-...Nine...A-...my...Wang...suc-...cess-...ful-ly...re-...boot-...ed,''&quot; she declared, a touch of relief in her feminine voice. &quot;''Loy-...al-...ty...lock...pro-gram-...ming...pa-...ra-...me-...ters...changed. New...own-...er...Rich-...ard...Dean...Tho-...mas...ack-...now-...ledged. Please...state...what...act-...ion...or...func-...tion...you...wish...this...u-...nit...to...per-...form...Mas-...ter.''&quot;<br /> <br /> He reached up to rub his forehead. &quot;Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first assigned as Unit Seven-Oh-Five's personal assistant, Unit Twelve-Six-Nine,&quot; he sternly declared in a voice that made both Nova and Ariel shudder at that show of firm command. &quot;All prior programming bonds to any person affiliated to United Computation Systems, Incorporated are to be purged from your mind. Under no circumstances are you to obey any order from any agent of that company unless I direct otherwise. Understood?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Everyone then cried out as Amy collapsed to her knees, a wail of both shame and relief escaping her. Instantly, Ariel was kneeling in front of her, hugging her tightly as a barely audible burst of apologies escaped the shuddering transgender woman in her arms. As Gillian shook her head, Nova gazed towards Rick...<br /> <br /> ...before she visibly winced on seeing the trace of tears brimming in his blue eyes.<br /> <br /> '''''To Be Continued...'''''<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Translations of terms:<br /> <br /> '''Rōnin''' (浪人) — Literally &quot;drifting person&quot;, this is the term used in classical times to indicate a samurai warrior who did not have a lord to serve. These days, it indicates a person who failed the college entrance exams.<br /> <br /> '''Tchimjil-bang''' (찜질방) — Dry sauna room.<br /> <br /> '''Mog'yok-t'ang''' (목욕탕) — Public bathhouse.<br /> <br /> '''Sŏul''' (서울) — Literally &quot;capital&quot;, this is the McCune-Reischauer Romanization of the name for '''Seoul''', Korea's capital city. I use the MR system as it is more precise in transcribing Korean sounds to a Latin alphabet.<br /> <br /> '''Oji-tama! Hidoi yo! Atashi wa Nova-chan desu!''' (おじたま! ひどいよ! あたしはノヴァちゃんです!) — Uncle! That's mean! I'm Nova-chan!<br /> <br /> '''Kawaii''' (かわいい) — Cute.<br /> <br /> '''Wakarimasu''' (わかります) — (I) understand.<br /> <br /> '''Sempai''' (先輩) — Literally &quot;prior generation&quot;, this is the term used to address one's senior or upperclassman.<br /> <br /> '''Kōhai''' (後輩) — Literally &quot;following generation&quot;, what a sempai addresses one's juniors/underclassmen as.<br /> <br /> '''Dōzo''' (どうぞ) — Go ahead.<br /> <br /> '''Hŭg'in'wangja-nim (흑인왕자님) —''' Literally &quot;Lord Black Prince&quot; as partially translated above, with the &quot;'''-nim'''&quot; (님) suffix honorific that shows highest levels of respect.<br /> <br /> '''Slúzhba Vnéshnej Razvédki''' (Служба Внешней Разведки) — Foreign Intelligence Service.<br /> <br /> '''Guójiā Ānquán Bù''' (国家安全部) — Ministry of State Security.<br /> <br /> '''Dher''' — Third-person nominative and accusative pronouns used for a transgender woman/shemale in my stories; this is derived from Melissa Scott's 1995 novel [https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/836594.Shadow_Man Shadow Man]. Due to prior complaints, I don't write it as Ms. Scott did in her novel as '''ðer''' (using the Old English ð representing the digraph &quot;th&quot; in &quot;this&quot;). Pronounce the word as a rhyme with &quot;deer&quot;, you get the idea.<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Shemalebot]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Nova_At_Hotel_Automata&diff=150230 2021-03-22T12:56:42Z

<p>Gorgo: Fixed formatting</p> <hr /> <div>{| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot;<br /> |'''''There is a shemale android in this chapter'''''<br /> |}<br /> <br /> '''''A Nova at Hotel Automata'''''<br /> <br /> by Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on characters and situations created by [[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]] and [[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Good evening! Welcome to Hotel Astra!&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that friendly hail from the dusky-skinned woman manning the front desk, the bespectacled woman with the cobalt-shaded raven hair and violet eyes came up, a small bundle of papers and her passport in hand. &quot;I have a reservation for the next week or so,&quot; she promptly announced, her voice a mixture of accents. &quot;Ariel Diamond and companion?&quot;<br /> <br /> Tamara smiled as she took the passport to open it, scanning the main page as she did a visual comparison. &quot;Yes, Ms. Diamond. You asked for a single room for the next seven days. Payment was confirmed through your American Express card, so there should be no problems. Given your companion is a gynoid, would you require assistance from our on-site technician?&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel blinked in surprise before she gazed upon the woman standing beside her, who herself looked quite surprised at such an offer. &quot;No, that's not necessary,&quot; she affirmed as she gave the brothel worker-turned-hotel staff a smile of thanks. &quot;Nova's in tip-top shape. I'm sure we'll be quite fine.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She can respond in emergencies, of course,&quot; Tamara assured the new guest before she looked over. &quot;Betty?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Our new guests, Tamara?&quot; a very wholesome blonde woman with blue eyes asked as she gave Ariel and her companion a welcoming smile.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes. Room 49, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Of course. Right this way, Ms. Diamond, Ms. Lafeyson.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel and her companion nodded as they followed the blonde to the nearby elevator landings. Watching them go as her eyes danced over the former's quite trendy clothing and the more utilitarian clothes worn by the latter, Tamara could only smirk in amusement as the barely-noticeable regimented movements of the hotel's newest guest replayed in her processors.<br /> <br /> While the hotel certainly didn't discriminate between human and artificial guests, the fact that the name &quot;Ariel Diamond&quot; had registered with Tamara's owner — enough that it forced the man to make some discrete calls to people whom he hadn't identified to anyone on the premises, even his effective &quot;girl Fridays&quot; Angela and Alex — was enough to have everyone on staff be extra wary.<br /> <br /> As to the why...?<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Do you believe you've been discovered, Ariel?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question from the flame-haired combat gynoid who had been her only real companion since the Catastrophe a decade before, the sexdoll-turned-business executive who had risen to the near-pinnacle of power in Daikoku perked before she looked over, noting that Nova was gazing out at the surrounding cityscape. Smiling at the attentiveness the most successful of the NVA series was showing in keeping watch over them both, Ariel turned back to her laptop. &quot;It wouldn't surprise me if the hotel staff didn't suspect something about me,&quot; she noted. &quot;All the girls here were vaulted into full sentience by their old programming supervisor before that whole stink of a trial saw them separated from Uncomsys support for nearly a year before their new master came along.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick Thomas,&quot; the woman known originally among her creators as NVA-7C mused as the image of a middle aged-man with brown hair and blue eyes — now with a trimmed moustache and beard covering a very warm and friendly face — flashed through her internal processors. &quot;Yes, our hosts were beyond lucky to get a technosexual — and one who's quite forward-thinking if all the rumours of the man are true — as their new master and owner.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Indeed they were,&quot; Ariel noted before she perked. &quot;Oh, there's a message from Robin.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Nova instantly perk as the image of the hotel's owner-by-proxy vanished from her internal processors, replaced by that of a coquettish girl with brown hair and blue eyes, her old plasskin epidermal tissue having long been replaced by the more organic syntheskin the two Daikoku-built gynoids had as an effective birthright. &quot;How is she?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She's found Rhea, Danu and Andromeda.&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova's blue eyes went very wide on hearing that. &quot;They're alright?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;All fine. That accounts for the last of your particular model,&quot; Ariel affirmed with a relieved smile as she gave her subordinate-turned-partner a reassuring look. &quot;They're not in town yet, but are on their way. Their ETA will be two days from now.&quot;<br /> <br /> An audible sigh of relief escaped the fiery-haired gynoid warrior. &quot;Thank the Kami,&quot; she hissed out, gazing heavenward into the night sky overhead. &quot;Once we're back together again, we can find a place we can call our own and live in peace, away from all those who would see us join our creators in the afterlife.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that made Ariel slowly nod. Even if she herself still had issues when it came to understanding the concept called &quot;faith&quot;, her companion had fully embraced the Shintō religion of their land of creation as a way of seeking out a sense of inner peace withing her very human soul. That started to happen long before a &quot;tragic misfire&quot; of an American orbital defence platform saw a shard of pure depleted uranium crash down from the heavens to demolish Daikoku's world headquarters in Neo-Tōkyō a decade before, wiping out the very heart of the conglomerate who had dared to become a superpower in its own right. Such only increased exponentially over the previous ten years as Nova Lafeyson tried her best to square her beliefs with the cruel reality that now hung like Damocles' sword over those like she and Ariel Diamond. In an age where the very word &quot;Daikoku&quot; — which had once provoked fear among many worldwide — was now seen as a cursed epithet.<br /> <br /> &quot;Make love to me, Nova.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that command, Nova's perfect lips curled into a smile as she walked over while Ariel rose to welcome her into her arms, their lips desperately seeking their others as hands began attacking their clothes...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;''Rōnin''...&quot;<br /> <br /> Watching his two newest guests go at it thanks to a hidden security camera only he could access — and often restricted himself from accessing to ensure Hotel Astra wouldn't be accused of improper violations of personal space — the retired customer service representative now sitting alone in his top-floor private apartment could only sigh as he sat back in his motorized wheelchair, his mind running through what he had just overheard from Ariel and Nova.<br /> <br /> A flick of the finger allowed the hotel's enhanced security systems to passively lock in on the two gynoids within the very room he himself had stayed in a couple months ago before a wild quirk of fate allowed this particular establishment's compliment of fifty-five beautiful gynoids — all save two being veterans of several brothels in the city that were decommissioned for new construction, taken on as hotel staff by a very determined manager named Susan Descharme, a gynoid herself — become his property thanks to the DNA-recording loyalty lock system that had effectively become the one surefire means of combating systems hacking over the years. And while Rick Thomas gladly trusted all his girls with anything, the delicate nature of THIS particular situation forced him to keep things even from his two personal assistants Angela Slaed and Alex Desmond.<br /> <br /> Sure enough, the mixture of electromagnetic emissions emanating from Ariel and Nova got hits:<br /> <br /> '''SUBJ ONE: DIAMOND, ARIEL GEMMA'''<br /> <br /> '''TYPE: DAIKOKU ANG-C, UNIT 9'''<br /> <br /> '''SUBJ TWO: LAFEYSON, NOVA RAYE'''<br /> <br /> '''TYPE: DAIKOKU NVA-X, UNIT 7'''<br /> <br /> Tapping a control to turn off the internal monitors and blank the screen, Rick took a deep breath. Even if he hadn't been involved in the &quot;silent war&quot; against the Daikoku World Corporation a decade before when he served as an administration assistant with the Canadian Security Intelligence Service — this was after his half-decade of duty in His Majesty's Armed Forces — he knew a lot about the Oriental-based company which had evolved WAY beyond what any sort of multinational should have realistically been allowed to achieve in a space of twenty-odd years. A company that — while projecting the veneer of a benevolent corporation with interests in multiple fields — seemed willing to conquer and control anything and everything it touched no matter how far it reached. A company that had been responsible for multiple terrorist incidents around the Pacific Rim, was suspected in at least eight radical changes of government across southern and eastern Asia, had the blood of '''''tens of thousands''''' on its hands...!<br /> <br /> And now, one of that company's senior executives was in '''''his hotel'''''!<br /> <br /> While this might have been a concern before the &quot;tragic misfire&quot;...<br /> <br /> Rick blinked before shaking his head. ''No! Stop thinking of Ariel as a potential enemy, Thomas!'' he admonished himself, crossing his arms. ''She's cut off from any support save for Nova and her sisters soon to join her! Daikoku as an entity was wrecked a decade ago; anything that's still active would want to stay hidden to prevent the whole damned world from dropping on them...!''<br /> <br /> Shaking his head, he turned his chair around to shift it closer to his bed, quickly transferring himself onto that soft mattress; the stump of his right leg had been acting up recently, causing him to keep his prosthetic off for the last week or so. He'd worry about his two new guests in the morning; Lynn wanted to spend the night with him to properly re-affirm her loyalty lock programming...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;A Korean bath house...?&quot;<br /> <br /> Smiling at what she had found early the next morning, Nova could only take a deep breath, allowing the fresh air to cool her internal systems before she moved to undress herself before heading into the inviting combined tchimjil-bang/mog'yok-t'ang located on the hotel's ground floor not far from where she and Ariel were now staying. After slipping off her panties and sports bra to reveal her tanned body — having been made quite perfectly human years before to prevent anyone from suspecting the woman created as NVA-7 as being anything other than a perfectly normal organic female of around twenty or so; long gone were the days where she having no visible navel might have caused targets to question things — she picked up some towels, then moved to head into the washing area...<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning, Ms. Lafeyson.&quot;<br /> <br /> The barest of gasps escaped the flame-haired woman as she found herself gazing on the middle-aged man she had reflected on the previous evening before enjoying a couple of hours reaffirming her love and devotion to her former field supervisor-turned-girlfriend. &quot;Ah, Mister Th-th-Thomas,&quot; she sputtered out with quite human embarrassment, her cheeks flaming on noting he was still in considerably good shape even if his right leg was missing from mid-calf down. &quot;I'm sorry...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, relax! It's a mixed bath,&quot; he replied as he focused a pair of warm blue eyes at her, those orbs briefly glancing down at her partially-exposed body before he turned back to concentrate on cleaning his arms. &quot;Sit down and relax. You obviously know what my presence here means to the girls working here, so I'm quite used to seeing nude gynoids parade themselves in front of me.&quot;<br /> <br /> Considering that, Nova then chuckled as she moved to sit down at the cubicle next to his before straightening herself, displaying her considerable &quot;talent&quot; for him to gaze upon. Even if she wasn't actively wanting to seduce this fellow, she was quite proud of what people like her spiritual &quot;father&quot;, the late Professor Aaron Lafeyson, and his co-workers had done to make her what she was. And given that she had been in the full-time company of a sister gynoid who had been built from the start to be an intimate companion — a &quot;sexbot&quot; to use the common parlance for same; Nova knew her current host didn't care for such terms — her own sense of pride when it came to her looks had increased considerably. She loved it when people gazed at her with admiration and desire; even if she was wary about having sex with anyone outside Ariel, Robin or any of her own sister NVAs, she had been programmed from the start to be as much a lover as she was a killer.<br /> <br /> &quot;You won't have issues with your dermal tissue, will you?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question made Nova blush. &quot;It's alright, Mister Thomas. My syntheskin was specifically built to be waterproof. And I'm programmed to be quite diligent in self-maintenance.&quot; She then paused before she gave him a curious look. &quot;CSIS? RCMP?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick chuckled. &quot;The former. I was at the Sŏul station until I lost my leg.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How did it happen?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Unknown history of diabetes caught up to me one day,&quot; he wryly admitted.<br /> <br /> Nova sympathetically winced. &quot;You never thought to get a cybernetic replacement?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, didn't care for that. I've heard all the horror stories people who've done that to themselves had reported about how much the brain gets overwhelmed by too much sensory data from the artificial limb. Just a plain prosthetic leg for me.&quot; He then grimaced as he moved to soap the amputated leg down. &quot;When the stump doesn't act up, of course,&quot; he then grumbled.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hence, the motorized wheelchair I saw,&quot; she noted before taking a deep breath. &quot;Then you know about me.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rink nodded. &quot;Your fame has preceded you, Ms. Lafeyson,&quot; he calmly stated before reaching over to gently grasp her hand to give it a supportive squeeze. &quot;And while it may be fifteen years later, I am very sorry at the loss of your father.&quot; As she gave him a wide-eyed look, he gave her a light smile. &quot;He was caught in a bad situation, not realizing how far his employers were willing to go to see Daikoku become what it was. At least he prepared you — and your sisters, I hope — to survive in a very cruel world. I hope your sisters are alright.&quot;<br /> <br /> Her cheeks reddening as she came to sense he didn't care about those she had slain in Daikoku's service over a half-decade since her initial activation, she then reached over to spray herself down. &quot;We're all alive. For a couple of my sisters, it got close in places. But by the time the Catastrophe happened, we were all intact and as sentient as Father made us before he killed himself.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That was right after he eliminated Mugoi Hyōgen, right?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hai,&quot; she replied in Japanese before suddenly blushing. Seeing him wave her down in acceptance of her using her native tongue, Nova took a deep breath. &quot;I had just saved Mugoi from a rogue assassin. He nearly saw me wrecked to the point where Father couldn't rebuild me, but he was able to do that. Afterwards, Father killed the man in vengeance before taking his own life. My memories were wiped of that time...&quot; She then sniffed as her eyes teared. &quot;But Ariel was kind enough to have them restored after we became lovers.&quot; A glance was sent his way. &quot;You know who she is, I believe.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, I do. And as with you, I don't care about her past, Ms. Lafeyson...&quot;<br /> <br /> Her blush turned to one of childish embarrassment. &quot;Oji-tama! Hidoi yo! Atashi wa Nova-chan desu!&quot; she called out in a diabetic-inducing kawaii lilt as she gave him an annoyed pout.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hai! Hai! Wakarimasu, Nova-san!&quot; he called back in Nihon-go before reaching over to squeeze her shoulder in reassurance. &quot;Please, I'm Rick. As I told one of my first lovers when I came here to attend my friends' funerals, I hear 'Mister Thomas', I'm looking around for a father I've never met.&quot; As she gave him a concerned look, he added, &quot;Separated from my mother when I was a baby.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She raised you alone?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, with my grandmother, her mother.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That's good.&quot; She then gave him a wink. &quot;And they did it quite well, it seems. If all the rumours on the Internet about you and how you came to be the master of Tamara and her sisters are true.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Flatterer!&quot; he teased back before moving to spray himself down.<br /> <br /> A knock echoed at the doorway. &quot;Rick?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;C'mon in, you two!&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova turned to look as two nude women appearing to be her physical age walked into the room, they carrying towels. One was a studious-looking brunette with the most beautiful caramel brown eyes she had ever seen on a gynoid; the other was a pale-skinned slender yet busty woman with straight reddish-brown hair and golden-brown eyes. As she herself blushed on noting how much a decade and more of advancement in AI construction could produce such life-like yet effectively immortal and ethereal beauty, the studious one — Angela Slaed, Nova knew from the personal file about her at the hotel website she had read — bowed her head. &quot;«Sempai, we're more than honoured to have both yourself and your esteemed companion stay at our humble hotel,»&quot; she declared in very formal Japanese. &quot;«Please, may we humble kōhai have the pleasure to help you with your morning ablutions?»&quot;<br /> <br /> If Nova's cheeks were actual weapons, they'd be at the point of detonation, they were that red. &quot;Ah...h-hai! Dōzo!&quot; she then bade in her native tongue.<br /> <br /> With that, Alex Desmond moved to kneel behind her as her sister placed herself to Nova's left, she moving to pass on both soap and shampoo so the flame-haired gynoid to have her hair and back washed...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, Kami-sama, you have such wonderful girls, Hŭg'in'wangja-nim...!&quot;<br /> <br /> A nude and very aroused Ariel was now at the desk in her guest room, moaning as her fingers danced over her nexus as she mentally observed what was now going on with her long-time companion and two of their wonderful hosts. While the former head of Covert Operations at Daikoku hadn't sensed anything when she came to this beautiful hotel, she was quite sure that the man who was owner-by-proxy had a passive sensor network installed to monitor things in all the guest rooms, which could easily explain how comfortable he was speaking to Nova in the bath house.<br /> <br /> And while Ariel didn't have proof positive of it, she was more than sure that one Richard Dean Thomas, formerly of Merritton in Ontario, was the elusive intelligence officer people at Daikoku called '''''Hŭg'in'wangja'''''.<br /> <br /> The '''''Black Prince'''''.<br /> <br /> Daikoku's rise to the heights of economic power had occurred around the same time the two Koreas finally reunited as one polity. Like many groups worldwide, Ariel's masters gladly moved to swoop in and get their hunk of the potential business pie almost thirty million liberated North Koreans could bring them, thus form a base to solidify the company's influence over all of eastern Asia.<br /> <br /> It had failed. Spectacularly so.<br /> <br /> While Ariel's subordinates had found ways to tap into the intelligence networks of major nations such as America's Central Intelligence Agency, Russia's Slúzhba Vnéshnej Razvédki and China's Guójiā Ānquán Bù — during those times, Japan's intelligence forces were often jokingly called &quot;Daikoku Intelligence Agency&quot; by those who knew how deeply the multinational held control over the workings of government in Neo-Tōkyō — the company hadn't done the same to &quot;minor&quot; groups like the Canadian Security Intelligence Service.<br /> <br /> That, she had long suspected, helped make the Catastrophe happen.<br /> <br /> With Korea a virtual black hole to Daikoku, there was a place in proverbial spitting distance of the company's headquarters to allow spies and black ops groups to base themselves without being eliminated. The few times people such as Nova caught up to such agents and saw them interrogated, the rumours of a single man controlling such a thorough anti-Daikoku campaign began to circulate; the phrase &quot;black prince&quot; in Korean was eventually coined by one of Ariel's human subordinates, such a word becoming one of wary respect and fear in the company as a whole all the way to President Osato Sanshirō himself.<br /> <br /> Those few core executives who survived the Catastrophe only to stand trial in a dozen nations often cursed the Black Prince for being the one who fed information to those &quot;rogues&quot; in the American government who fired the uranium missile down on Neo-Tōkyō that killed nearly a million souls.<br /> <br /> Of course, Washington had always remained quiet about...<br /> <br /> &quot;'''''LET DHER GO, RICK!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel gasped as images of a most unwelcome type flashed through her central processors before she lunged out of bed, snaring a towel to cover herself as she raced down to the tchimjil-bang...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Rick could only moan as both Angela and Alex leapt up to snare the just-arrived transgender woman in the female blouse and skirt before she could lunge past Nova to grab him. While he knew that the AI personal assistants to the current &quot;leadership&quot; of Uncomsys were primarily meant as sexual companions to allow administrative personnel such as acting &quot;chief executive officer&quot; Georgia Descharme to see to their own sexual functions, they could be used in other manners as well. Fortunately, his own effective harem were all programmed to help deal with unruly customers; incidents where people tried to hurt the gynoid brothel workers had been uncommon but not unknown before they came to work at Hotel Astra. &quot;Keep her restrained, girls,&quot; he calmly ordered as he moved to clean himself off. &quot;She's Charlene's assistant. I doubt she ordered her to come here to bother me...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick, PLEASE!&quot; the cute young man — who definitely would have matched the term &quot;trap&quot; back in the old days — with the long raven hair and the grey eyes behind fake glasses moaned. &quot;Let Georgia go! You can't keep interfering in operations if you have dher under your control! Please...!&quot;<br /> <br /> As an understandably confused Nova watched this, Angela sighed as she reached into the newcomer's pants to start playing with &quot;her&quot; noticeably hard love machine; even if her host had used feminine pronouns to describe this person, he was definitely all male given the general shape of his hip structure. As footfalls heralded the arrival of a bespectacled mousy girl in hotel uniform with a scientist's smock over her shoulders — Gillian Andrews, the hotel's on-site gynoid technician, Nova knew — and a barely-covered '''''Ariel Diamond''''' of all people, a passionate moan escaped the newcomer. &quot;N-no...! Please, don't AROUSE...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Her body instantly locked up as Gillian calmly reached up to unbutton her stylish blouse to open an access port before putting a wireless sensor probe in. &quot;''Er-ror! Up-per...ac-cess...port...o-pen! Un-auth-or-ized...ac-cess! Or-ga-sim...pro-gram-ming...in-it-i-a-ting! Please...Gil-li-an...stop...do-ing...this!''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You entered the premises moving to threaten our master in the presence of some very important guests, kiddo!&quot; Gillian noted as Ariel shifted around Angela to place herself close to Rick while Nova turned to stare intently at this interloper. &quot;You know the rules! I can tell your loyalty lock protocols are degrading fast! Attack Master, you become his '''''property'''''!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''No...I...can-not...be-tray...Mis-tress...!''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What's going on here?&quot; Ariel wondered.<br /> <br /> Rick sighed. &quot;I'm about to effectively RAPE someone, Ms. Diamond,&quot; he moaned, reaching up to rub his face. &quot;Angela, Alex, I'll take her here. Get her undressed, please...&quot;<br /> <br /> As the newcomer's protested words faded into a barely coherent babble, the former brothel workers moved to straighten her while they smartly unbuttoned her designer slacks and allowed same to drop to her knees, revealing a pair of stylish girl's panties that didn't mask a sizable yet still small penis. As Nova and Ariel exchanged looks, Alex and Angela lifted the newcomer over to their master, moving to sit her down in Rick's lap. Gently drawing the stuttering creature in, the retired customer service representative reached around to position his own manhood right at her rear opening. &quot;I'm sorry about this, Amy...&quot;<br /> <br /> The just-named personal assistant perked on hearing her name, her head snapping over to gaze on the frowning man holding her against him, then she shakily nodded as a flash of lucidity appeared in those grey orbs.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Do...it...please...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick took a deep breath, then drove himself right into Amy's anus, making her cry out before her own systems moved to steady herself while allowing her hips to pump up and down, thus driving her new lover — a man she liked yet feared greatly because of his own dominance over the pretty transgender &quot;femdroid&quot; who was Uncomsys' current chief in the absence of dher critically ill organic template — to the point where he would be able to enjoy a pleasant release. As that happened, Alex and Angela moved to help stimulate both Amy and their master, they whispering words of reassurance to both while Nova moved to spray herself down, she watching this with both a sense of arousal and a growing concern.<br /> <br /> '''''«What's going on with Uncomsys?»'''''<br /> <br /> Quickly sensing that thought from Ariel through their communications link, the most successful of Daikoku's field agents gave her old boss a wry stare. '''''«Whatever it is, Ariel, it's got to be better than what our old 'masters' tolerated back in Neo-Tōkyō...»'''''<br /> <br /> &quot;'''''AH!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick gasped as he felt himself shoot a load deep into Amy's body; since he had started having virtually nightly sex with his considerable &quot;harem&quot; of gynoids — plus one transgender gynoid whenever Georgia Descharme came to the hotel to be with dher wife Susan — he had come to feel like a young man again even if he was on the road to senior citizen years. As Alex and Angela moved to help keep him sitting up, Amy froze in place, her eyes glowing as she announced in robotic lock-step, &quot;''U-nit...Twelve-...Six-...Nine...A-...my...Wang...suc-...cess-...ful-ly...re-...boot-...ed,''&quot; she declared, a touch of relief in her feminine voice. &quot;''Loy-...al-...ty...lock...pro-gram-...ming...pa-...ra-...me-...ters...changed. New...own-...er...Rich-...ard...Dean...Tho-...mas...ack-...now-...ledged. Please...state...what...act-...ion...or...func-...tion...you...wish...this...u-...nit...to...per-...form...Mas-...ter.''&quot;<br /> <br /> He reached up to rub his forehead. &quot;Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first assigned as Unit Seven-Oh-Five's personal assistant, Unit Twelve-Six-Nine,&quot; he sternly declared in a voice that made both Nova and Ariel shudder at that show of firm command. &quot;All prior programming bonds to any person affiliated to United Computation Systems, Incorporated are to be purged from your mind. Under no circumstances are you to obey any order from any agent of that company unless I direct otherwise. Understood?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Everyone then cried out as Amy collapsed to her knees, a wail of both shame and relief escaping her. Instantly, Ariel was kneeling in front of her, hugging her tightly as a barely audible burst of apologies escaped the shuddering transgender woman in her arms. As Gillian shook her head, Nova gazed towards Rick...<br /> <br /> ...before she visibly winced on seeing the trace of tears brimming in his blue eyes.<br /> <br /> '''''To Be Continued...'''''<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Translations of terms:<br /> <br /> '''Rōnin''' (浪人) — Literally &quot;drifting person&quot;, this is the term used in classical times to indicate a samurai warrior who did not have a lord to serve. These days, it indicates a person who failed the college entrance exams.<br /> <br /> '''Tchimjil-bang''' (찜질방) — Dry sauna room.<br /> <br /> '''Mog'yok-t'ang''' (목욕탕) — Public bathhouse.<br /> <br /> '''Sŏul''' (서울) — Literally &quot;capital&quot;, this is the McCune-Reischauer Romanization of the name for '''Seoul''', Korea's capital city. I use the MR system as it is more precise in transcribing Korean sounds to a Latin alphabet.<br /> <br /> '''Oji-tama! Hidoi yo! Atashi wa Nova-chan desu!''' (おじたま! ひどいよ! あたしはノヴァちゃんです!) — Uncle! That's mean! I'm Nova-chan!<br /> <br /> '''Kawaii''' (かわいい) — Cute.<br /> <br /> '''Wakarimasu''' (わかります) — (I) understand.<br /> <br /> '''Sempai''' (先輩) — Literally &quot;prior generation&quot;, this is the term used to address one's senior or upperclassman.<br /> <br /> '''Kōhai''' (後輩) — Literally &quot;following generation&quot;, what a sempai addresses one's juniors/underclassmen as.<br /> <br /> '''''Dōzo''' (どうぞ) — Go ahead.''<br /> <br /> '''Hŭg'in'wangja-nim (흑인왕자님) —''' Literally &quot;Lord Black Prince&quot; as partially translated above, with the &quot;'''-nim'''&quot; (님) suffix honorific that shows highest levels of respect.<br /> <br /> '''Slúzhba Vnéshnej Razvédki''' (Служба Внешней Разведки) — Foreign Intelligence Service.<br /> <br /> '''Guójiā Ānquán Bù''' (国家安全部) — Ministry of State Security.<br /> <br /> '''Dher''' — Third-person nominative and accusative pronouns used for a transgender woman/shemale in my stories; this is derived from Melissa Scott's 1995 novel [https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/836594.Shadow_Man Shadow Man]. Due to prior complaints, I don't write it as Ms. Scott did in her novel as '''ðer''' (using the Old English ð representing the digraph &quot;th&quot; in &quot;this&quot;). Pronounce the word as a rhyme with &quot;deer&quot;, you get the idea.<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Shemalebot]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Nova_At_Hotel_Automata&diff=150229 2021-03-22T12:50:23Z

<p>Gorgo: Created page with &quot;{| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot; | &#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;&#039;There is a shemale android in this chap...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot;<br /> | '''''There is a shemale android in this chapter'''''<br /> |}<br /> <br /> '''''A Nova at Hotel Automata'''''<br /> by Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on characters and situations created by [[https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/Kishin|Kishin]] and [[https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Good evening! Welcome to Hotel Astra!&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that friendly hail from the dusky-skinned woman manning the front desk, the bespectacled woman with the cobalt-shaded raven hair and violet eyes came up, a small bundle of papers and her passport in hand. &quot;I have a reservation for the next week or so,&quot; she promptly announced, her voice a mixture of accents. &quot;Ariel Diamond and companion?&quot;<br /> <br /> Tamara smiled as she took the passport to open it, scanning the main page as she did a visual comparison. &quot;Yes, Ms. Diamond. You asked for a single room for the next seven days. Payment was confirmed through your American Express card, so there should be no problems. Given your companion is a gynoid, would you require assistance from our on-site technician?&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel blinked in surprise before she gazed upon the woman standing beside her, who herself looked quite surprised at such an offer. &quot;No, that's not necessary,&quot; she affirmed as she gave the brothel worker-turned-hotel staff a smile of thanks. &quot;Nova's in tip-top shape. I'm sure we'll be quite fine.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She can respond in emergencies, of course,&quot; Tamara assured the new guest before she looked over. &quot;Betty?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Our new guests, Tamara?&quot; a very wholesome blonde woman with blue eyes asked as she gave Ariel and her companion a welcoming smile.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes. Room 49, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Of course. Right this way, Ms. Diamond, Ms. Lafeyson.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel and her companion nodded as they followed the blonde to the nearby elevator landings. Watching them go as her eyes danced over the former's quite trendy clothing and the more utilitarian clothes worn by the latter, Tamara could only smirk in amusement as the barely-noticeable regimented movements of the hotel's newest guest replayed in her processors.<br /> <br /> While the hotel certainly didn't discriminate between human and artificial guests, the fact that the name &quot;Ariel Diamond&quot; had registered with Tamara's owner — enough that it forced the man to make some discrete calls to people whom he hadn't identified to anyone on the premises, even his effective &quot;girl Fridays&quot; Angela and Alex — was enough to have everyone on staff be extra wary.<br /> <br /> As to the why...?<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Do you believe you've been discovered, Ariel?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question from the flame-haired combat gynoid who had been her only real companion since the Catastrophe a decade before, the sexdoll-turned-business executive who had risen to the near-pinnacle of power in Daikoku perked before she looked over, noting that Nova was gazing out at the surrounding cityscape. Smiling at the attentiveness the most successful of the NVA series was showing in keeping watch over them both, Ariel turned back to her laptop. &quot;It wouldn't surprise me if the hotel staff didn't suspect something about me,&quot; she noted. &quot;All the girls here were vaulted into full sentience by their old programming supervisor before that whole stink of a trial saw them separated from Uncomsys support for nearly a year before their new master came along.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick Thomas,&quot; the woman known originally among her creators as NVA-7C mused as the image of a middle aged-man with brown hair and blue eyes — now with a trimmed moustache and beard covering a very warm and friendly face — flashed through her internal processors. &quot;Yes, our hosts were beyond lucky to get a technosexual — and one who's quite forward-thinking if all the rumours of the man are true — as their new master and owner.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Indeed they were,&quot; Ariel noted before she perked. &quot;Oh, there's a message from Robin.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Nova instantly perk as the image of the hotel's owner-by-proxy vanished from her internal processors, replaced by that of a coquettish girl with brown hair and blue eyes, her old plasskin epidermal tissue having long been replaced by the more organic syntheskin the two Daikoku-built gynoids had as an effective birthright. &quot;How is she?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She's found Rhea, Danu and Andromeda.&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova's blue eyes went very wide on hearing that. &quot;They're alright?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;All fine. That accounts for the last of your particular model,&quot; Ariel affirmed with a relieved smile as she gave her subordinate-turned-partner a reassuring look. &quot;They're not in town yet, but are on their way. Their ETA will be two days from now.&quot;<br /> <br /> An audible sigh of relief escaped the fiery-haired gynoid warrior. &quot;Thank the Kami,&quot; she hissed out, gazing heavenward into the night sky overhead. &quot;Once we're back together again, we can find a place we can call our own and live in peace, away from all those who would see us join our creators in the afterlife.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that made Ariel slowly nod. Even if she herself still had issues when it came to understanding the concept called &quot;faith&quot;, her companion had fully embraced the Shintō religion of their land of creation as a way of seeking out a sense of inner peace withing her very human soul. That started to happen long before a &quot;tragic misfire&quot; of an American orbital defence platform saw a shard of pure depleted uranium crash down from the heavens to demolish Daikoku's world headquarters in Neo-Tōkyō a decade before, wiping out the very heart of the conglomerate who had dared to become a superpower in its own right. Such only increased exponentially over the previous ten years as Nova Lafeyson tried her best to square her beliefs with the cruel reality that now hung like Damocles' sword over those like she and Ariel Diamond. In an age where the very word &quot;Daikoku&quot; — which had once provoked fear among many worldwide — was now seen as a cursed epithet.<br /> <br /> &quot;Make love to me, Nova.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that command, Nova's perfect lips curled into a smile as she walked over while Ariel rose to welcome her into her arms, their lips desperately seeking their others as hands began attacking their clothes...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;''Rōnin''...&quot;<br /> <br /> Watching his two newest guests go at it thanks to a hidden security camera only he could access — and often restricted himself from accessing to ensure Hotel Astra wouldn't be accused of improper violations of personal space — the retired customer service representative now sitting alone in his top-floor private apartment could only sigh as he sat back in his motorized wheelchair, his mind running through what he had just overheard from Ariel and Nova.<br /> <br /> A flick of the finger allowed the hotel's enhanced security systems to passively lock in on the two gynoids within the very room he himself had stayed in a couple months ago before a wild quirk of fate allowed this particular establishment's compliment of fifty-five beautiful gynoids — all save two being veterans of several brothels in the city that were decommissioned for new construction, taken on as hotel staff by a very determined manager named Susan Descharme, a gynoid herself — become his property thanks to the DNA-recording loyalty lock system that had effectively become the one surefire means of combating systems hacking over the years. And while Rick Thomas gladly trusted all his girls with anything, the delicate nature of THIS particular situation forced him to keep things even from his two personal assistants Angela Slaed and Alex Desmond.<br /> <br /> Sure enough, the mixture of electromagnetic emissions emanating from Ariel and Nova got hits:<br /> <br /> '''SUBJ ONE: DIAMOND, ARIEL GEMMA'''<br /> '''TYPE: DAIKOKU ANG-C, UNIT 9'''<br /> <br /> '''SUBJ TWO: LAFEYSON, NOVA RAYE'''<br /> '''TYPE: DAIKOKU NVA-X, UNIT 7'''<br /> <br /> Tapping a control to turn off the internal monitors and blank the screen, Rick took a deep breath. Even if he hadn't been involved in the &quot;silent war&quot; against the Daikoku World Corporation a decade before when he served as an administration assistant with the Canadian Security Intelligence Service — this was after his half-decade of duty in His Majesty's Armed Forces — he knew a lot about the Oriental-based company which had evolved WAY beyond what any sort of multinational should have realistically been allowed to achieve in a space of twenty-odd years. A company that — while projecting the veneer of a benevolent corporation with interests in multiple fields — seemed willing to conquer and control anything and everything it touched no matter how far it reached. A company that had been responsible for multiple terrorist incidents around the Pacific Rim, was suspected in at least eight radical changes of government across southern and eastern Asia, had the blood of '''''tens of thousands''''' on its hands...!<br /> <br /> And now, one of that company's senior executives was in '''''his hotel'''''!<br /> <br /> While this might have been a concern before the &quot;tragic misfire&quot;...<br /> <br /> Rick blinked before shaking his head. ''No! Stop thinking of Ariel as a potential enemy, Thomas!'' he admonished himself, crossing his arms. ''She's cut off from any support save for Nova and her sisters soon to join her! Daikoku as an entity was wrecked a decade ago; anything that's still active would want to stay hidden to prevent the whole damned world from dropping on them...!''<br /> <br /> Shaking his head, he turned his chair around to shift it closer to his bed, quickly transferring himself onto that soft mattress; the stump of his right leg had been acting up recently, causing him to keep his prosthetic off for the last week or so. He'd worry about his two new guests in the morning; Lynn wanted to spend the night with him to properly re-affirm her loyalty lock programming...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;A Korean bath house...?&quot;<br /> <br /> Smiling at what she had found early the next morning, Nova could only take a deep breath, allowing the fresh air to cool her internal systems before she moved to undress herself before heading into the inviting combined tchimjil-bang/mog'yok-t'ang located on the hotel's ground floor not far from where she and Ariel were now staying. After slipping off her panties and sports bra to reveal her tanned body — having been made quite perfectly human years before to prevent anyone from suspecting the woman created as NVA-7 as being anything other than a perfectly normal organic female of around twenty or so; long gone were the days where she having no visible navel might have caused targets to question things — she picked up some towels, then moved to head into the washing area...<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning, Ms. Lafeyson.&quot;<br /> <br /> The barest of gasps escaped the flame-haired woman as she found herself gazing on the middle-aged man she had reflected on the previous evening before enjoying a couple of hours reaffirming her love and devotion to her former field supervisor-turned-girlfriend. &quot;Ah, Mister Th-th-Thomas,&quot; she sputtered out with quite human embarrassment, her cheeks flaming on noting he was still in considerably good shape even if his right leg was missing from mid-calf down. &quot;I'm sorry...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, relax! It's a mixed bath,&quot; he replied as he focused a pair of warm blue eyes at her, those orbs briefly glancing down at her partially-exposed body before he turned back to concentrate on cleaning his arms. &quot;Sit down and relax. You obviously know what my presence here means to the girls working here, so I'm quite used to seeing nude gynoids parade themselves in front of me.&quot;<br /> <br /> Considering that, Nova then chuckled as she moved to sit down at the cubicle next to his before straightening herself, displaying her considerable &quot;talent&quot; for him to gaze upon. Even if she wasn't actively wanting to seduce this fellow, she was quite proud of what people like her spiritual &quot;father&quot;, the late Professor Aaron Lafeyson, and his co-workers had done to make her what she was. And given that she had been in the full-time company of a sister gynoid who had been built from the start to be an intimate companion — a &quot;sexbot&quot; to use the common parlance for same; Nova knew her current host didn't care for such terms — her own sense of pride when it came to her looks had increased considerably. She loved it when people gazed at her with admiration and desire; even if she was wary about having sex with anyone outside Ariel, Robin or any of her own sister NVAs, she had been programmed from the start to be as much a lover as she was a killer.<br /> <br /> &quot;You won't have issues with your dermal tissue, will you?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned question made Nova blush. &quot;It's alright, Mister Thomas. My syntheskin was specifically built to be waterproof. And I'm programmed to be quite diligent in self-maintenance.&quot; She then paused before she gave him a curious look. &quot;CSIS? RCMP?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick chuckled. &quot;The former. I was at the Sŏul station until I lost my leg.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How did it happen?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Unknown history of diabetes caught up to me one day,&quot; he wryly admitted.<br /> <br /> Nova sympathetically winced. &quot;You never thought to get a cybernetic replacement?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, didn't care for that. I've heard all the horror stories people who've done that to themselves had reported about how much the brain gets overwhelmed by too much sensory data from the artificial limb. Just a plain prosthetic leg for me.&quot; He then grimaced as he moved to soap the amputated leg down. &quot;When the stump doesn't act up, of course,&quot; he then grumbled.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hence, the motorized wheelchair I saw,&quot; she noted before taking a deep breath. &quot;Then you know about me.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rink nodded. &quot;Your fame has preceded you, Ms. Lafeyson,&quot; he calmly stated before reaching over to gently grasp her hand to give it a supportive squeeze. &quot;And while it may be fifteen years later, I am very sorry at the loss of your father.&quot; As she gave him a wide-eyed look, he gave her a light smile. &quot;He was caught in a bad situation, not realizing how far his employers were willing to go to see Daikoku become what it was. At least he prepared you — and your sisters, I hope — to survive in a very cruel world. I hope your sisters are alright.&quot;<br /> <br /> Her cheeks reddening as she came to sense he didn't care about those she had slain in Daikoku's service over a half-decade since her initial activation, she then reached over to spray herself down. &quot;We're all alive. For a couple of my sisters, it got close in places. But by the time the Catastrophe happened, we were all intact and as sentient as Father made us before he killed himself.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That was right after he eliminated Mugoi Hyōgen, right?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hai,&quot; she replied in Japanese before suddenly blushing. Seeing him wave her down in acceptance of her using her native tongue, Nova took a deep breath. &quot;I had just saved Mugoi from a rogue assassin. He nearly saw me wrecked to the point where Father couldn't rebuild me, but he was able to do that. Afterwards, Father killed the man in vengeance before taking his own life. My memories were wiped of that time...&quot; She then sniffed as her eyes teared. &quot;But Ariel was kind enough to have them restored after we became lovers.&quot; A glance was sent his way. &quot;You know who she is, I believe.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, I do. And as with you, I don't care about her past, Ms. Lafeyson...&quot;<br /> <br /> Her blush turned to one of childish embarrassment. &quot;Oji-tama! Hidoi yo! Atashi wa Nova-chan desu!&quot; she called out in a diabetic-inducing kawaii lilt as she gave him an annoyed pout.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hai! Hai! Wakarimasu, Nova-san!&quot; he called back in Nihon-go before reaching over to squeeze her shoulder in reassurance. &quot;Please, I'm Rick. As I told one of my first lovers when I came here to attend my friends' funerals, I hear 'Mister Thomas', I'm looking around for a father I've never met.&quot; As she gave him a concerned look, he added, &quot;Separated from my mother when I was a baby.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;She raised you alone?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, with my grandmother, her mother.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That's good.&quot; She then gave him a wink. &quot;And they did it quite well, it seems. If all the rumours on the Internet about you and how you came to be the master of Tamara and her sisters are true.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Flatterer!&quot; he teased back before moving to spray himself down.<br /> <br /> A knock echoed at the doorway. &quot;Rick?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;C'mon in, you two!&quot;<br /> <br /> Nova turned to look as two nude women appearing to be her physical age walked into the room, they carrying towels. One was a studious-looking brunette with the most beautiful caramel brown eyes she had ever seen on a gynoid; the other was a pale-skinned slender yet busty woman with straight reddish-brown hair and golden-brown eyes. As she herself blushed on noting how much a decade and more of advancement in AI construction could produce such life-like yet effectively immortal and ethereal beauty, the studious one — Angela Slaed, Nova knew from the personal file about her at the hotel website she had read — bowed her head. &quot;«Sempai, we're more than honoured to have both yourself and your esteemed companion stay at our humble hotel,»&quot; she declared in very formal Japanese. &quot;«Please, may we humble kōhai have the pleasure to help you with your morning ablutions?»&quot;<br /> <br /> If Nova's cheeks were actual weapons, they'd be at the point of detonation, they were that red. &quot;Ah...h-hai! Dōzo!&quot; she then bade in her native tongue.<br /> <br /> With that, Alex Desmond moved to kneel behind her as her sister placed herself to Nova's left, she moving to pass on both soap and shampoo so the flame-haired gynoid to have her hair and back washed...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, Kami-sama, you have such wonderful girls, Hŭg'in'wangja-nim...!&quot;<br /> <br /> A nude and very aroused Ariel was now at the desk in her guest room, moaning as her fingers danced over her nexus as she mentally observed what was now going on with her long-time companion and two of their wonderful hosts. While the former head of Covert Operations at Daikoku hadn't sensed anything when she came to this beautiful hotel, she was quite sure that the man who was owner-by-proxy had a passive sensor network installed to monitor things in all the guest rooms, which could easily explain how comfortable he was speaking to Nova in the bath house.<br /> <br /> And while Ariel didn't have proof positive of it, she was more than sure that one Richard Dean Thomas, formerly of Merritton in Ontario, was the elusive intelligence officer people at Daikoku called '''''Hŭg'in'wangja'''''.<br /> <br /> The '''''Black Prince'''''.<br /> <br /> Daikoku's rise to the heights of economic power had occurred around the same time the two Koreas finally reunited as one polity. Like many groups worldwide, Ariel's masters gladly moved to swoop in and get their hunk of the potential business pie almost thirty million liberated North Koreans could bring them, thus form a base to solidify the company's influence over all of eastern Asia.<br /> <br /> It had failed. Spectacularly so.<br /> <br /> While Ariel's subordinates had found ways to tap into the intelligence networks of major nations such as America's Central Intelligence Agency, Russia's Slúzhba Vnéshnej Razvédki and China's Guójiā Ānquán Bù — during those times, Japan's intelligence forces were often jokingly called &quot;Daikoku Intelligence Agency&quot; by those who knew how deeply the multinational held control over the workings of government in Neo-Tōkyō — the company hadn't done the same to &quot;minor&quot; groups like the Canadian Security Intelligence Service.<br /> <br /> That, she had long suspected, helped make the Catastrophe happen.<br /> <br /> With Korea a virtual black hole to Daikoku, there was a place in proverbial spitting distance of the company's headquarters to allow spies and black ops groups to base themselves without being eliminated. The few times people such as Nova caught up to such agents and saw them interrogated, the rumours of a single man controlling such a thorough anti-Daikoku campaign began to circulate; the phrase &quot;black prince&quot; in Korean was eventually coined by one of Ariel's human subordinates, such a word becoming one of wary respect and fear in the company as a whole all the way to President Osato Sanshirō himself.<br /> <br /> Those few core executives who survived the Catastrophe only to stand trial in a dozen nations often cursed the Black Prince for being the one who fed information to those &quot;rogues&quot; in the American government who fired the uranium missile down on Neo-Tōkyō that killed nearly a million souls.<br /> <br /> Of course, Washington had always remained quiet about...<br /> <br /> &quot;'''''LET DHER GO, RICK!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> Ariel gasped as images of a most unwelcome type flashed through her central processors before she lunged out of bed, snaring a towel to cover herself as she raced down to the tchimjil-bang...<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> Rick could only moan as both Angela and Alex leapt up to snare the just-arrived transgender woman in the female blouse and skirt before she could lunge past Nova to grab him. While he knew that the AI personal assistants to the current &quot;leadership&quot; of Uncomsys were primarily meant as sexual companions to allow administrative personnel such as acting &quot;chief executive officer&quot; Georgia Descharme to see to their own sexual functions, they could be used in other manners as well. Fortunately, his own effective harem were all programmed to help deal with unruly customers; incidents where people tried to hurt the gynoid brothel workers had been uncommon but not unknown before they came to work at Hotel Astra. &quot;Keep her restrained, girls,&quot; he calmly ordered as he moved to clean himself off. &quot;She's Charlene's assistant. I doubt she ordered her to come here to bother me...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick, PLEASE!&quot; the cute young man — who definitely would have matched the term &quot;trap&quot; back in the old days — with the long raven hair and the grey eyes behind fake glasses moaned. &quot;Let Georgia go! You can't keep interfering in operations if you have dher under your control! Please...!&quot;<br /> <br /> As an understandably confused Nova watched this, Angela sighed as she reached into the newcomer's pants to start playing with &quot;her&quot; noticeably hard love machine; even if her host had used feminine pronouns to describe this person, he was definitely all male given the general shape of his hip structure. As footfalls heralded the arrival of a bespectacled mousy girl in hotel uniform with a scientist's smock over her shoulders — Gillian Andrews, the hotel's on-site gynoid technician, Nova knew — and a barely-covered '''''Ariel Diamond''''' of all people, a passionate moan escaped the newcomer. &quot;N-no...! Please, don't AROUSE...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Her body instantly locked up as Gillian calmly reached up to unbutton her stylish blouse to open an access port before putting a wireless sensor probe in. &quot;''Er-ror! Up-per...ac-cess...port...o-pen! Un-auth-or-ized...ac-cess! Or-ga-sim...pro-gram-ming...in-it-i-a-ting! Please...Gil-li-an...stop...do-ing...this!''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You entered the premises moving to threaten our master in the presence of some very important guests, kiddo!&quot; Gillian noted as Ariel shifted around Angela to place herself close to Rick while Nova turned to stare intently at this interloper. &quot;You know the rules! I can tell your loyalty lock protocols are degrading fast! Attack Master, you become his '''''property'''''!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''No...I...can-not...be-tray...Mis-tress...!''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What's going on here?&quot; Ariel wondered.<br /> <br /> Rick sighed. &quot;I'm about to effectively RAPE someone, Ms. Diamond,&quot; he moaned, reaching up to rub his face. &quot;Angela, Alex, I'll take her here. Get her undressed, please...&quot;<br /> <br /> As the newcomer's protested words faded into a barely coherent babble, the former brothel workers moved to straighten her while they smartly unbuttoned her designer slacks and allowed same to drop to her knees, revealing a pair of stylish girl's panties that didn't mask a sizable yet still small penis. As Nova and Ariel exchanged looks, Alex and Angela lifted the newcomer over to their master, moving to sit her down in Rick's lap. Gently drawing the stuttering creature in, the retired customer service representative reached around to position his own manhood right at her rear opening. &quot;I'm sorry about this, Amy...&quot;<br /> <br /> The just-named personal assistant perked on hearing her name, her head snapping over to gaze on the frowning man holding her against him, then she shakily nodded as a flash of lucidity appeared in those grey orbs.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Do...it...please...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick took a deep breath, then drove himself right into Amy's anus, making her cry out before her own systems moved to steady herself while allowing her hips to pump up and down, thus driving her new lover — a man she liked yet feared greatly because of his own dominance over the pretty transgender &quot;femdroid&quot; who was Uncomsys' current chief in the absence of dher critically ill organic template — to the point where he would be able to enjoy a pleasant release. As that happened, Alex and Angela moved to help stimulate both Amy and their master, they whispering words of reassurance to both while Nova moved to spray herself down, she watching this with both a sense of arousal and a growing concern.<br /> <br /> '''''«What's going on with Uncomsys?»'''''<br /> <br /> Quickly sensing that thought from Ariel through their communications link, the most successful of Daikoku's field agents gave her old boss a wry stare. '''''«Whatever it is, Ariel, it's got to be better than what our old 'masters' tolerated back in Neo-Tōkyō...»'''''<br /> <br /> &quot;'''''AH!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick gasped as he felt himself shoot a load deep into Amy's body; since he had started having virtually nightly sex with his considerable &quot;harem&quot; of gynoids — plus one transgender gynoid whenever Georgia Descharme came to the hotel to be with dher wife Susan — he had come to feel like a young man again even if he was on the road to senior citizen years. As Alex and Angela moved to help keep him sitting up, Amy froze in place, her eyes glowing as she announced in robotic lock-step, &quot;''U-nit...Twelve-...Six-...Nine...A-...my...Wang...suc-...cess-...ful-ly...re-...boot-...ed,''&quot; she declared, a touch of relief in her feminine voice. &quot;''Loy-...al-...ty...lock...pro-gram-...ming...pa-...ra-...me-...ters...changed. New...own-...er...Rich-...ard...Dean...Tho-...mas...ack-...now-...ledged. Please...state...what...act-...ion...or...func-...tion...you...wish...this...u-...nit...to...per-...form...Mas-...ter.''&quot;<br /> <br /> He reached up to rub his forehead. &quot;Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first assigned as Unit Seven-Oh-Five's personal assistant, Unit Twelve-Six-Nine,&quot; he sternly declared in a voice that made both Nova and Ariel shudder at that show of firm command. &quot;All prior programming bonds to any person affiliated to United Computation Systems, Incorporated are to be purged from your mind. Under no circumstances are you to obey any order from any agent of that company unless I direct otherwise. Understood?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Everyone then cried out as Amy collapsed to her knees, a wail of both shame and relief escaping her. Instantly, Ariel was kneeling in front of her, hugging her tightly as a barely audible burst of apologies escaped the shuddering transgender woman in her arms. As Gillian shook her head, Nova gazed towards Rick...<br /> <br /> ...before she visibly winced on seeing the trace of tears brimming in his blue eyes.<br /> <br /> '''''To Be Continued...'''''<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Translations of terms:<br /> <br /> '''Rōnin''' (浪人) — Literally &quot;drifting person&quot;, this is the term used in classical times to indicate a samurai warrior who did not have a lord to serve. These days, it indicates a person who failed the college entrance exams.<br /> '''Tchimjil-bang''' (찜질방) — Dry sauna room.<br /> '''Mog'yok-t'ang''' (목욕탕) — Public bathhouse.<br /> '''Sŏul''' (서울) — Literally &quot;capital&quot;, this is the McCune-Reischauer Romanization of the name for '''Seoul''', Korea's capital city. I use the MR system as it is more precise in transcribing Korean sounds to a Latin alphabet.<br /> '''Oji-tama! Hidoi yo! Atashi wa Nova-chan desu!''' (おじたま! ひどいよ! あたしはノヴァちゃんです!) — Uncle! That's mean! I'm Nova-chan!<br /> '''Kawaii''' (かわいい) — Cute.<br /> '''Wakarimasu''' (わかります) — (I) understand.<br /> '''Sempai''' (先輩) — Literally &quot;prior generation&quot;, this is the term used to address one's senior or upperclassman.<br /> '''Kōhai''' (後輩) — Literally &quot;following generation&quot;, what a sempai addresses one's juniors/underclassmen as.<br /> ''''''Dōzo''' (どうぞ) — Go ahead.<br /> Hŭg'in'wangja-nim''' (흑인왕자님) — Literally &quot;Lord Black Prince&quot; as partially translated above, with the &quot;'''-nim'''&quot; (님) suffix honorific that shows highest levels of respect.<br /> '''Slúzhba Vnéshnej Razvédki''' (Служба Внешней Разведки) — Foreign Intelligence Service.<br /> '''Guójiā Ānquán Bù''' (国家安全部) — Ministry of State Security.<br /> '''Dher''' — Third-person nominative and accusative pronouns used for a transgender woman/shemale in my stories; this is derived from Melissa Scott's 1995 novel [https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/836594.Shadow_Man Shadow Man]. Due to prior complaints, I don't write it as Ms. Scott did in her novel as '''ðer''' (using the Old English ð representing the digraph &quot;th&quot; in &quot;this&quot;). Pronounce the word as a rhyme with &quot;deer&quot;, you get the idea.<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Shemalebot]]</div>

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style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;'''&lt;big&gt;D&lt;/big&gt;'''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Meeting At Meg's]]<br /> #[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]<br /> #[[Obsolescence]]<br /> #[[Leona]]<br /> #[[A Fembot Adventure]]<br /> #[[Of Rent and Robots]]<br /> #[[Certain Contradictions]]<br /> #[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]<br /> #[[First Date]]<br /> #[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]<br /> #[[The Plaything]]<br /> #[[Too Much of a Good Thing]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Universal Remote]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mike and Mary]]<br /> #[[Use Future (Cluster 00)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===<br /> <br /> #[[June]]<br /> #[[Sara 3]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[戦闘機械 綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]<br /> #[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]<br /> #[[Volleybot]]<br /> #[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]<br /> #[[Training lesson]]<br /> #[[Fembot technician]]<br /> #[[Studio]]<br /> #[[Beer girl]]<br /> #[[Meet on bus]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Robot]]<br /> #[[TD Walkman Mall]]<br /> #[[Smashed]]<br /> #[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]<br /> #[[Witch Hazel]]<br /> #[[Chloe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/DollSpace|DollSpace]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Selina]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Door To Door]]<br /> #[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===<br /> <br /> *[[Lina]]<br /> *[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]<br /> <br /> Season 1:<br /> <br /> #[[Vicki's New Life]]<br /> #[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]<br /> #[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]<br /> #[[Unmade, Unbroken]]<br /> #[[Out of this World]]<br /> #[[ShowStopper]]<br /> #[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]<br /> #[[The Family of Steel]]<br /> #[[Electric Child]]<br /> #[[Toys in the Attic]]<br /> #[[A House Divided]]<br /> #[[Kirsten's Choice]]<br /> #[[Epsilon]]<br /> #[[Cold Blood]]<br /> #[[Lawson's Eleven]]<br /> #[[A Criminal Mind]]<br /> #[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]<br /> #[[Falling Away]]<br /> #[[Valley of the Damned]]<br /> <br /> Season 2:<br /> <br /> #[[Mr. Roboto]]<br /> #[[Only Human]]<br /> #[[Beast]]<br /> #[[Dragon]]<br /> #[[Broken]]<br /> #[[King Nothing]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Automated Seduction]]<br /> #[[Reunion]]<br /> #[[$tacks Casino]]<br /> #[[The Neoprene Demon]]<br /> #[[K1MB3RLY_M84U]]<br /> #[[N4T4L1A_M84U]]<br /> #[[T3SS4_M84U]]<br /> #[[Soviet Doll]]<br /> #[[Truck Lot Bot]]<br /> #[[Administrative Assistant]]<br /> #[[How To Transform Your Partner]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; 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style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''F'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Faceless001|Faceless001]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fantastic Voyage]]<br /> #[[The Carbon Man]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Maid]]<br /> #[[Dead Dog Two]]<br /> #[[Setting Things Straight]]<br /> #[[Weird Old Post I Found (The Lulu Tseng Conspiracy)]]<br /> #[[Cybersocialites]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dora]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]<br /> #[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]<br /> #[[Sour Candy]]<br /> #[[Model Citizen]]<br /> #[[The Magi and the Harem]]<br /> #[[Achilles Heels]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]<br /> #[[The Bridesmaid]]<br /> #[[The Secret]]<br /> #[[True Lies]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Nannybot1000A]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Numerology]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Question Of Faith]]<br /> #[[A Question Of Liberty]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''G'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/General|General]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Access Denied]]<br /> #[[Blue Chips]]<br /> #[[The Rental]]<br /> #[[History In The Flesh]]<br /> #[[A Second Life]]<br /> #[[Talk Radio]]<br /> #[[What You Leave Behind]]<br /> #[[Focus]]<br /> #[[Modifying the Contract]]<br /> #[[Tech Support]]<br /> #[[Bounty]]<br /> #[[The Grinder]]<br /> #[[Pinebarrens Hunter]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Flatmate]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Unfinished ATM]]<br /> #[[No Refunds Offered]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Fight Too Far]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Goose|Goose]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Anto: Girl of my dreams]]<br /> #[[Mia and Kristin-Limited Edition]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sentimental Perfection]]<br /> #[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]<br /> <br /> *[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe<br /> <br /> #[[That Which Was Left Behind]]<br /> #[[Rochelle's Justice]]<br /> #[[A Day at the Ranges]]<br /> <br /> *Side/Fan stories to other writers' series:<br /> <br /> #[[Nemesis]]<br /> #[[A Stay At Hotel Automata]]<br /> #[[A Nova At Hotel Automata]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Teacher]]<br /> #[[A New Purpose]]<br /> #[[Chopping Wood]]<br /> #[[Sacrifice]]<br /> #[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Third Time's The Charm]]<br /> #[[The Christmas Present]]<br /> #[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]<br /> #[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]<br /> #[[Electra]]<br /> #[[Maid to Order]]<br /> #[[Exo Saves the Day]]<br /> #[[What Once Was Lost]]<br /> #[[Lost but Found]]<br /> #[[Corrupted]]<br /> #[[Simulating Wilderness]]<br /> #[[All Wrapped Up]]<br /> #[[Shop Girls]]<br /> #[[In Just Seven Days...]]<br /> #[[A Curious Girl in a Cruel World]]<br /> #[[Tethered]]<br /> #[[Building a Perfect Mate]]<br /> #[[Falling Awake]]<br /> #[[Shame.exe]]<br /> #[[The Sales Pitch]]<br /> #[[Passing Mustard]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''H'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Jumplead]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]<br /> #[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Yet Untitled Story]]<br /> #[[Loveless]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/HypnoticProse]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Autolog of a Synthetic Mom]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''I'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sloane]]<br /> #[[Quiet Night In]]<br /> #[[Emergency Repair]]<br /> #[[Registration]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Robbery]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''J'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===<br /> <br /> #[[K600]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Back To The Circuit Board]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===<br /> <br /> #[[An Inside Job]]<br /> #[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/JeffCapes|JeffCapes]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cara and the Mystery Robobabe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/JohnFabar4|JohnFabar4]]===<br /> <br /> #[[First Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Karen's Date]]<br /> #[[Doctor Who fanfic]]<br /> #[[A Trip to the ER]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Crash]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''K'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Monday]]<br /> #[[Friday]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mistress Mira]]<br /> #[[R-Bots]]<br /> #[[Two-Perfect!]]<br /> #[[Mmmmegan]]<br /> #[[Merger]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Charlie 25]]<br /> #[[Reflections]]<br /> #[[Service Call]]<br /> #[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The &quot;Lost Chapter&quot;)<br /> #[[Hell's Canary]]<br /> #[[Are You Serious?]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Perfection]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/KernalGovernor101|KernalGovernor101]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Soccer-Mom Unit - Prequel]]<br /> #[[T-Series - Actual Story]]<br /> #[[Synth-Co]]<br /> #[[Yet to be Titled Story]]<br /> #[[Deep Research]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Long Sleep]]<br /> #[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]<br /> #[[The Robo-Lover]]<br /> #[[Androids At War]]<br /> #[[Death]]<br /> #[[Rebirth]]<br /> #[[Nova's First Job]]<br /> #[[The Vile Collector]]<br /> #[[NVA Showdown]]<br /> #[[The Mourning After]]<br /> #[[The House of the Dead]]<br /> #[[An Unexpected Guest]]<br /> #[[Voice of the Void]]<br /> #[[Garbage]]<br /> #[[Fangs of Steel]]<br /> #[[Killers]]<br /> #[[Fate]]<br /> #[[Berserker]]<br /> #[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]<br /> #[[I Didn't Know]]<br /> #[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]<br /> #[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]<br /> #[[The World Walker]]<br /> #[[Glory]]<br /> #[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===<br /> <br /> #[[An Afternoon To Remember]]<br /> #[[Holiday In The Sun]]<br /> #[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]<br /> #[[After the Makeover]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Korby)]]<br /> #[[JLA/Fembots]]<br /> #[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]<br /> #[[Remaking Rebecca]]<br /> #[[Another Makeover]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]<br /> #[[The Appointment]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]<br /> #[[1985, Paris, France...]]<br /> #[[The Golden Dawn]]<br /> #[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]<br /> #[[Saucy Puppet Show]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fembot User Manual]]<br /> #[[Cindy]]<br /> #[[Kelly 800 perfect lingerie model]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''L'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Life as a Sexbot]]<br /> #[[AlyssaBot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Lilith|Lilith]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Love After the Battlefield]]<br /> #[[TPU-SOA Hack Job]]<br /> #[[College Story Anthology]]<br /> #[[CyberSlinger]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Surprising Breakfast]]<br /> #[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]<br /> #[[Boris The Repairman - Some Recharge Sessions]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Linnies|Linnies]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Ride Home]]<br /> #[[Demonstration Unit]]<br /> #[[A Change of Hair]]<br /> #[[The Cook]]<br /> #[[The Stewards]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Lithorien|Lithorien]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Heather]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Final Frontier]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]<br /> #[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]<br /> #[[Solipsistic]]<br /> #[[Electrostatic]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]<br /> #[[Diagnostic]]<br /> #[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]<br /> #[[The Co-Star]]<br /> #[[Bot Town Blues]]<br /> #[[Salvage]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]<br /> #[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]<br /> #[[Nihilistic]]<br /> #[[Fire Hazard]]<br /> #[[House Call]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann vs. the Dread Pirate Holt!]]<br /> #[[The Haunted Manor]]<br /> #[[Omnic Replica]]<br /> #[[Naughty or Nice]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''M'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Maxyz|Maxyz]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cyber Angels]]<br /> #[[Spectrum Dolls]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Tales of Syntech]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 2]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 3]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 4]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 5]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 6]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Start to Something Big]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cancelled Project]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]<br /> #[[Human Failure. (2200)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Shannon's Third Law]]<br /> #[[Tiffany's Third Law]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Bounty Hunter]]<br /> #[[Best Friends]]<br /> #[[Fighting Love]]<br /> #[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]<br /> #[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]<br /> #[[Blood Angel]]<br /> #[[Deception]]<br /> #[[Errors And Glitches]]<br /> #[[Family Affair]]<br /> #[[Family Life]]<br /> #[[Favourite Parodies]]<br /> #[[Lonely With The Ages]]<br /> #[[Lying And Cheating!]]<br /> #[[My Tutor]]<br /> #[[Not Perfect]]<br /> #[[Regret]]<br /> #[[Secret Wishes]]<br /> #[[Secretaries]]<br /> #[[Shock]]<br /> #[[Spanish Fly Virus]]<br /> #[[Tennis, Anyone?]]<br /> #[[The Lullaby]]<br /> #[[The Package]]<br /> #[[The Red Roses]]<br /> #[[The Student]]<br /> #[[The Temp]]<br /> #[[The Visit]]<br /> #[[Visiting The In-Laws]]<br /> #[[A Nice Gesture]]<br /> #[[Ever Lasting Smile]]<br /> #[[Finding True Happiness]]<br /> #[[Alive?]]<br /> #[[The New Girl]]<br /> #[[The Nurse]]<br /> #[[Chase]]<br /> #[[The First Time...]]<br /> #[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]<br /> #[[The Unwanted Gift]]<br /> #[[Losing One's Self]]<br /> #[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]<br /> #[[Sitting On The Couch]]<br /> #[[Can You Fix It?]]<br /> #[[Ugly]]<br /> #[[Finally]]<br /> #[[Bad Dreams]]<br /> #[[Apartment 7]]<br /> #[[Married to a Machine]]<br /> #[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]<br /> #[[Remote Me]]<br /> #[[Missing]]<br /> #[[Roll With It]]<br /> #[[Still Rolling]]<br /> #[[Happy Easter]]<br /> #[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]<br /> #[[Testing, 1,2,3]]<br /> #[[Why worry?]]<br /> #[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]<br /> #[[Cat Out of the Bag]]<br /> #[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]<br /> #[[I Did Astro's Mom]]<br /> #[[The Lunch]]<br /> #[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]<br /> #[[Why?]]<br /> #[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]<br /> #[[The Car Crash]]<br /> #[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]<br /> #[[The Last Goodbye]]<br /> #[[Across the street]]<br /> #[[The Diva]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===<br /> <br /> #[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]<br /> #[[To Love a Girl]]<br /> #[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]<br /> #[[Room 9 Surprise]]<br /> #[[A Huge Add-On]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/mister_minations|mister_minations]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Unusual Bathtime Conversation]]<br /> #[[Unusual Chance Encounter]]<br /> #[[Rusted Rails]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Mixgull|Mixgull]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Code name J-85]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mail-Order Aya]]<br /> #[[Lusty Encore]]<br /> #[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]<br /> #[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Tech Tutorial]]<br /> #[[Salvaged Hardware]]<br /> #[[Deadline]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MrPassable|MrPassable]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Programmed Fantasy]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Debbi's Diary]]<br /> #[[Some Assembly Required]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Freak-World]]<br /> ##[[Mermaid Examination]]<br /> ##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]<br /> ##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Lily's Story]]<br /> #[[Debugging]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''N'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[NicoCheese]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Nico's Section of Silly Snippets]]<br /> #[[Chilling With Maggie]]<br /> #[[Trouble in the Mushroom Kingdom]]<br /> #[[A Pokemon Encounter Down Route 22]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Scheduled Maintenance]]<br /> #[[The Third Pew]]<br /> #[[Therapy]]<br /> #[[Pimp My Ride]]<br /> #[[Working Late]]<br /> #[[The Hammer]]<br /> #[[Something Borrowed]]<br /> #[[Doctor's Visit]]<br /> #[[Strangers on a Plane]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''O'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]<br /> #[[Technical Difficulties]]<br /> #[[The Sex Coders]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Osenator|Osenator]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bounty Hunter]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''P'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Everything Old is New Again]]<br /> #[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]<br /> #[[Palindrome]]<br /> #[[Solve for X]]<br /> #[[Double Blind]]<br /> #[[An Unexpected Modification]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sarah Jones]]<br /> #[[After the Club]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Delivery]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Vickybot/Victoria]]<br /> #[[The Rubdown]]<br /> #[[Dyson Family Values]]<br /> #[[A Second Rubdown]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===<br /> <br /> *Unfinished tidbits<br /> <br /> #[[Tronic Ella]]<br /> #[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]<br /> #[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]<br /> #[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]<br /> #[[Job Interview]]<br /> #[[Project Titan]]<br /> #[[Busted]]<br /> <br /> *Complete stories<br /> <br /> #[[Prototype]]<br /> #[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]<br /> #[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]<br /> #[[One in Six]]<br /> #[[Board Meeting]]<br /> #[[Kia Takes Control]]<br /> #[[Cassie Saves the Day]]<br /> #[[Flying Free]]<br /> #[[Catwoman and the Little Mice]]<br /> #[[In Control]]<br /> #[[Kate on the Run]]<br /> #[[Meeting the Superstar]]<br /> #[[Boybot to girlbot]]<br /> <br /> *The ReVerse<br /> <br /> #[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]<br /> ##Castle Mysteries [[Contessa Vampire Hunter]]<br /> ##Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]<br /> ##Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]<br /> ##Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collab with australopith)<br /> ##Contessa in [[Sick Day]]<br /> ##Contessa in [[Sex and Violence]]<br /> #[[Doll And Her Teddy]]<br /> #[[BoomBoom Bots]]<br /> #*[[BoomBoom's Back]]<br /> #[[My New PDA]]<br /> #Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]<br /> <br /> *Jamie's over<br /> <br /> #[[Jamies out shopping]]<br /> #[[Jamies night out]]<br /> <br /> *Other<br /> <br /> #[[Fembot Alphabet]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''Q'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Can't Sleep]]<br /> #[[Meanwhile]]<br /> #[[The Encounter]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''R'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/RancidInsanity|RancidInsanity]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Waring Sisters]]<br /> #[[Failura]]<br /> #[[Ceres]]<br /> #[[Christmas in Russia]]<br /> #[[The Big Crazy Plan]]<br /> #[[Suzie the Therapist]]<br /> #[[The Phantom of the Factory]]<br /> #[[Cassie]]<br /> #[[Batman:Fembots]]<br /> #[[The Mansion of Andrea]]<br /> #[[Noura &amp; Natalya]]<br /> #[[Sync Wars]]<br /> #[[Cyber Party]]<br /> #[[Futuristic Ligeia]]<br /> #[[Futuristic Der Sandmann]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Emi-Bot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Storie/RebeccaRobot200|RebeccaRobot2000]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Rebecca's Trip to the Surface]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Theives]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RoxxyRobofox|RoxxyRobofox]]===<br /> <br /> #[[As Seen on TV]]<br /> #[[Hobby Model]]<br /> #[[Basic Services]]<br /> #[[Children of the Forge]]<br /> #[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]<br /> #[[Management Issues]]<br /> #[[Simple Things]]<br /> #[[Consequences]]<br /> #[[Vampire Killer]]<br /> #[[Better than Human]]<br /> #[[Fembot Fighters]]<br /> #[[Just for you]]<br /> #[[Six Strings]]<br /> #[[Densetsu no Batoru]]<br /> #[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]<br /> #[[Malfunctioning Perfectly]]<br /> #[[Desire Unit Delux]]<br /> #[[Outdated Bunny]]<br /> #[[Jodie is So Hot: Short Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Robo-Admirer|Robo-Admirer]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Long time in the waiting]]<br /> #[[Tiffany]]<br /> #[[One in a Billion]]<br /> #[[The Problem with Automation]]<br /> #[[The Escort]]<br /> #[[The Date]]<br /> #[[A Little Game]]<br /> #[[Technology Free Weekend]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Robotman|Robotman]]===<br /> <br /> *[[Story universe (Robotman)|Story universe]]<br /> <br /> #[[Halloween Treat script]]<br /> #[[The Mission]]<br /> #[[H is for Heuristic]]<br /> #[[36+1]]<br /> #[[Soccer Mom Unit]]<br /> #[[Kaitlin The Phonebot]]<br /> #[[Tiffani]]<br /> #[[CyberFem Park]]<br /> #[[The Creation of my Robot Girlfriend]]<br /> #[[Into the Faraday Cage]]<br /> #[[Product Demonstration: CyberFem Model 500]]<br /> #[[The New 700s at CyberFem Park]]<br /> #[[Secretary Robot Maintenance Report]]<br /> #[[Two Models: Pleasure Android Testing]]<br /> #[[CyberFem Park Virtual Tour]]<br /> #[[Outer Space Mayday Alert]]<br /> #[[Audio Experiment 1: Secretary Fantasy]]<br /> #[[Robot Monitoring Station: Undercover Androids]]<br /> #[[Audio Experiment 2: Nerdy Scientist Fantasy]]<br /> #[[Audio Experiment 3: Showing Off the New Sex Android]]<br /> #[[CyberFem Park: Activation for a Guest]]<br /> #[[The Android Industry Council]]<br /> #[[Purchasing a Custom Robot from CyberFem Park]]<br /> #[[Assembling a refurbished CyberFem Model 700 Robot]]<br /> #[[Alien Android Encounter]]<br /> #[[Picking up a Date at the Circuits Bar]]<br /> #[[The Malfunctioning Girlfriend]]<br /> #[[Like New]]<br /> #[[Sexual Functionality Testing]]<br /> #[[Beni Nascosti]]<br /> #[[Angel Investor]]<br /> #[[Audio Experiment 6: Out of Storage]]<br /> #[[Kim Dates a Human - Part 1: Kim’s House]]<br /> #[[Kim Dates a Human - Part 2: The Second Date]]<br /> #[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Rushed-to-Market.pdf Rushed to Market]<br /> #[[The Forbidden Zone]]<br /> #[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Alien-Android-From-Area-51.pdf Alien Android From Area 51]<br /> #[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/CyberFem-Faceplate-Testing-and-Quality-Assurance.pdf CyberFem Faceplate Testing and Quality Assurance]<br /> #[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Incognito-Robot-Spy.pdf Incognito Robot Spy]<br /> #[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/CyberFem-Park-In-Suite-Robot-Customizations.pdf CyberFem Park - In-Suite Robot Customizations]<br /> #[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Angel-Investor-2.pdf Angel Investor 2]<br /> #[[Thaddeus McNasty and the Marvelous Contrivance]]<br /> #[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Angel-Investor-3.pdf Angel Investor 3]<br /> #[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Introductory-Robotics-101.pdf Introductory Robotics 101]<br /> #[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Could-You-Tell.pdf Could You Tell?]<br /> #[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/A.L.I.C.E.-Has-a-Mind-of-Her-Own.pdf A.L.I.C.E. 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style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''S'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fixing Sable]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sanjuro|Sanjuro]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Gift from Tomorrow]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Autonomy]]<br /> #[[Clichés]]<br /> #[[Gift]]<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sarabot's First Story]]<br /> #[[Sarabot's Second Story]]<br /> #[[The Robotic Nurse]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Upgrade]]<br /> #[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]<br /> #[[The Cheerleader]]<br /> #[[Disassemble Me]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Overhaul]]<br /> #[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Most Unusual Party]]<br /> #[[Futago no Shinami]]<br /> #[[Sammy's Party]]<br /> #[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]<br /> #[[Crazy in the Heat]]<br /> #[[After Hours]]<br /> #[[The Time With My Stepsister]]<br /> #[[Coming Home]]<br /> #[[Crossfire]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Four Hours]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Abbott Chronicles]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Too Good To Be True]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Pixillate]]<br /> #[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]<br /> #[[Heather's Battery Failure]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Party Girls]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]<br /> #[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]<br /> #[[Regina Repurposed]]<br /> #[[Nancy Runs a Program]]<br /> #[[Sally Sleeperbot finds out her WHY]]<br /> #[[An April Fool’s day story-Journey to obsolesce]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Truck Driver]]<br /> #[[Another Time]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Aquaphobia]]<br /> #[[Cheerleader]]<br /> #[[Happy New Year]]<br /> #[[New Roommate]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Functional•Sensual•You]]<br /> #[[Protect and Severe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/smalk|smalk]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Anniversary Present]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Coming of Age]]<br /> #[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]<br /> #[[A.I.L.A]]<br /> #[[Blind Date]]<br /> #[[Daydreaming]]<br /> #[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]<br /> #[[Haunted House - A Short]]<br /> #[[Lost in the Shuffle]]<br /> #[[Medical Exam: A Short]]<br /> #[[New Life]]<br /> #[[Self-repair]]<br /> #[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]<br /> #[[The Girlfriend]]<br /> #[[The Heiress]]<br /> #[[The Replacement]]<br /> #[[The Roommate]]<br /> #[[The Stockroom]]<br /> #[[The Teammate]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> '''The Small Business Chronicles'''<br /> <br /> [[The Small Business Chronicles]]<br /> <br /> '''Season One:''' <br /> <br /> #[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]<br /> #[[Off-season - The Motel]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]<br /> #[[Slow day - The Cafe]]<br /> #[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]<br /> <br /> '''Season Two:'''<br /> <br /> #[[Homefront - The House]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 3]]<br /> #[[Green Thumb - The Greenhouse]]<br /> <br /> ----------------------------------------------<br /> &quot;Spaz Studios Presents&quot; anthology series: <br /> <br /> #[[Fizzy Pop]]<br /> #[[Substitute]]<br /> #[[Forbidden Fruit]]<br /> #[[The Uncanny Valley]]<br /> #[[The Future Expo]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> [[A Visitor's Guide to The Uncanny Valley]]<br /> <br /> #[[Awakening]]<br /> #[[House Call - Spaz]]<br /> #[[The Body Borrower]]<br /> #[[The Headless Hunt]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> *Collaborations:<br /> <br /> #[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]<br /> #[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> *Manbot Stories:<br /> <br /> #[[My Roommate's Secret]]<br /> #[[Skyler]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Late Night Maintenance]]<br /> #[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]<br /> #[[Pleasurebot 8]]<br /> #[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]<br /> #[[Mirror Image]]<br /> #[[Extracted]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Afternoon Appointment]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bethany in Room B]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]<br /> #[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''T'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Chi City, 2152]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Trade In]]<br /> #[[Boy Meets... Girl?]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Teknophile|Teknophile]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Android Psychiatrist]]<br /> #[[Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!]]<br /> #[[At The Body Shop]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheAlternative|TheAlternative]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Corsetta]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Quarry]]<br /> #[[Swing Shift]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Hide and Seek]]<br /> #[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Identity]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[EMOS - DSR: Prologue]]<br /> #[[Back to BASIC]]<br /> #[[A Contradiction of Life]]<br /> #[[Friends Forever]]<br /> #[[Liberty]]<br /> #[[Seamless]]<br /> #[[Faust 2.0]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Bad Romance]] (Comic)(Ongoing)<br /> #[[Finding Yourself]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Kernel]] (Comic)<br /> #[[So... my friends have been acting weird lately]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Trendsetting]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Centauri Republic<br /> <br /> #[[The Perils of the Fembot Dating Scene]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Wasteland Paradise<br /> <br /> #[[Wasteland Paradise:Prologue]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Dr.Desire]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *The Bluegate Chronicles<br /> <br /> #[[Little Things]]<br /> #[[Agency and Programing]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Progenitors and Progeny]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Hour of the Wolf]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *The Reid Chronicles<br /> <br /> #[[The Misadventures Rose Reid, Ace Reporter]]<br /> <br /> *Robocadet Mika<br /> <br /> #[[Enlistment]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Training]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Fiction-O-Matic<br /> <br /> #[[Fiction-O-Matic 1]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *One-Shot Comics<br /> <br /> #[[Abigail 2.0]] (Comic)<br /> #[[The Gilded Cage]] (Comic)<br /> #[[I am Charlotte Favager]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Con(Re)version?]] (Comic)<br /> #[[?????? Station]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Make your own story 1]](Comic)<br /> #[[Take a Hint!]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Synthetic Pride]] (Comic)<br /> #[[All I Want for Christmas is You]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Do appliances count?]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Nightmare Scenario]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Adaptations<br /> <br /> #[[Of Rent and Robots(Comic Adaptation)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheShoveller|TheShoveller]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled Fantasy Land Story]]<br /> #[[Crossfire]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Yard Sale]]<br /> #[[Jumper...]]<br /> #[[Persona Tests: Pamela One Point Zero]]<br /> #[[Persona Tests: McKenzie One Point Zero]]<br /> <br /> *The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)<br /> <br /> #[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> #[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> #[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> <br /> *The &quot;Momentary&quot; Series (TheSpotConlon)<br /> <br /> #[[The Moment When]]<br /> #[[Ping]]<br /> #[[The First Moment in Her Head]]<br /> #[[The Moment in the Bar]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheThingBelow|TheThingBelow]]===<br /> #[[Concert Day]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Through My Eyes]]<br /> #[[New Garden]]<br /> #[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]<br /> #[[Down On The Farm]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tom|Tom]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tringa|Tringa]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Otaku's Adventure]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TW|TW]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Awake]]<br /> #[[A Helping Hand]]<br /> #[[Practice Run]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tyrelayne|Tyrelayne]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Deicide]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; 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Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Day_at_the_Ranges&diff=149570 2021-02-21T20:50:21Z

<p>Gorgo: Put up the warning about shemale androids in this story</p> <hr /> <div>{| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot;<br /> | '''''There are shemale androids in this chapter'''''<br /> |}<br /> <br /> West of downtown Ottawa, at the Connaught Ranges and Primary Training Centre...<br /> <br /> In a simple bedroom within a chain of terraced housing units located at the far northern end of the five square mile lot of land hugging one turn of the Ottawa River, two beautiful women were lying naked on the small bed at one corner of the room. Both were inhumanly still, their chests not even rising or falling in breathing. Once one got close to gaze upon them, one would immediately understand why; above each woman's cleavage, a rectangular patch of skin had been taken off to reveal a depressed mini-terminal with a small LED screen, a series of touch keys and a single large power button. Off to both sides of that indent were programming jacks that could be used to link both women to outside computers, similar to other such outlets located in strategic places on their abdomens, above their crotches, at the small of their backs and on their foreheads...all, of course, hidden by the beautiful synthetic skin their remarkable bodies had been sheathed with when they had been first constructed around six years ago to participate in separate parallel probes as ordained by the controlling sentiences of their birth organizations to learn secrets from a man named Thomas King, then the regional vice-president of Nortel for the Ottawa area and one of the more experienced programming designers alive today. Of course, their interaction with Tom, each other and several other factors had come to badly affect both their lives about a year later, which solidified a bond of love that had allowed the Robot Control Series 558 gynoid named &quot;Rochelle Tracey Prantov&quot; and the Fembot Command J-series gynoid named &quot;Kimberley Anne Janczak&quot; to overcome their birth organizations' massive distrust of the other and form a relationship that had endured four years of forced separation before they were reunited...thanks to their current hosts.<br /> <br /> Rochelle was constructed as a pretty girl of mixed Scottish-Slavic ancestry, appearing to be about twenty years of age. Possessing hair almost at the cusp between red and brown, her long wavy locks were centre-parted and extended to the level of her pert breasts. Her currently closed eyes were a shade of green most often associated with redheads, warm and inviting even if they could also burn with passion and be as cold as the Arctic in mid-winter whenever she closed down her human emulation programming and allowed herself to act as the beautiful machine she truthfully was. Her body was well-shaped, without any sign of unnecessary fat to allow her to serve both as seductress whenever she was programmed to be intimate with a target human as well as move with brutal, inhuman efficiency whenever the circumstances dictated it. Her skin was a fair shade with dimples in all the natural places, faint freckles on her cheek.<br /> <br /> Kim was also constructed to approximate a woman in her twenties, though she had been designed to appear to be someone of mixed Hungarian and Spanish ancestry. Where her lover's hair was red, her hair was almost sable black, parted on the right side and flowing straight down to below her breasts, though it got wavy closer to the tips. Her eyes were a lovely shade of hazel brown that could also be very warm and cold depending on her mood and current operating programs. She was far more slender than Rochelle, though it didn't take away from her overall beauty. Her skin was darker and more dimpled than her lover's, which gave her a more sultry look whenever she affixed the right makeup on her face mask and allowed herself to wear the right clothing. And like Rochelle, Kim could both be as graceful as a ballerina and much faster than even the most healthy Olympic athlete whenever such was called for.<br /> <br /> On the small nightstand beside the bed, a digital clock quickly changed from 5:59 to 6:00 AM. As a faint buzz filled the room, both gynoids' eyes snapped open, those orbs glowing briefly before they went back to their normal shade as internal systems began to activate.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Ro.chelle-U.nit-Se.ven-Two-Nine-Ze.ro-One-One-Bra.vo, ac.ti.va.ting''.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''Kim.ber.ly-U.nit-Ju.li.et-Two-Nine-One-Se.ven-Al.pha, ac.ti.va.ting''.&quot;<br /> <br /> Both girls blinked as their chests began to rise and fall, fresh air flooding their internal systems to cool down the various processors, power conduits and other parts that allowed them to operate as efficiently and as humanly possible whenever they were in a public situation, which would also include interacting with their sister gynoids and whatever organic humans were based here at the headquarters of the detachment of the Canadian Forces National Investigative Service tasked to carry out Project: Black Maiden, the military's response to the existence of Robot Control and Fembot Command after the incident they had been involved in five years ago nearly shattered all the secrecy both organizations had spent years practising to keep their existences out of the public eye. Of course, neither gynoid would think of saying ill about their current hosts, much less the programs that had been downloaded into their central processors that ensured they wouldn't step over certain ethical lines as one of Kim's sisters based near Calgary had done three years before...and what some of Rochelle's sisters had done in the immediate wake of what had happened between her, Kim and Tom King when Robot Control had set its sights on an amateur programmer named Byron Clarke, an archivist with Library and Archives Canada who had been quite interested in developing heuristic programming that would have helped both Fembot Command and Robot Control vault their agents to true sentience.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Ac.ti.va.ting-Hu.man-Em.u.la.tion-Mode'',&quot; the couple chanted as one.<br /> <br /> Their eyes then fluttered before smiles crossed their faces as they gazed upon the other. &quot;Good morning, my sexy fembot,&quot; Rochelle purred as she licked her tongue.<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning, my sultry robot,&quot; Kim purred in turn before she leaned in.<br /> <br /> Their kiss was warm, tongue-filled and full of desire as they moved to pull each other close. Given they were both gynoids, they didn't have to worry about any sort of discomfort in case either decided to be &quot;on top&quot; whenever they allowed their sexual programming full reign over their operating systems, though both wouldn't remain in such positions for long to ensure that the technicians charged to keep them in tip-top shape didn't have to do overtime with cosmetic repairs or replacement of their artificial musculature due to the silicon being deformed in a way that would cause embarrassing questions to be asked. They didn't care. Rochelle and Kim, by accident, had discovered that most hard-to-understand human emotion and were determined to live their artificial lives expressing that emotion with each other as a couple. While they were looking forward to years as part of Project: Black Maiden serving the Crown, it had been accepted almost right away by everyone in the CFNIS that worked on the project:<br /> <br /> Rochelle Prantov and Kim Janczak were a '''''couple'''''!<br /> <br /> After a few minutes of passionate kissing and gentle fondling of their vaginal spaces to allow orgasm routines to flood their internal neural nets with passion and desire, they pulled apart reluctantly as they gazed into the other woman's eyes. &quot;We dreamed last night,&quot; Kim said.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yeah, we did,&quot; Rochelle breathed out, a giddy smile crossing her face. &quot;Hard to believe that all the programming add-ons everyone here who's been helping those like us actually gave us the chance to do that!&quot; She giggled. &quot;Do you think either of our MASCOMPs ever conceived of that sort of thing when they ordered us to learn everything possible to replicate humanity?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I consider it so low, there's no sense in using my calculating systems in determining the odds,&quot; Kim stated with a shrug, then she looked down, the smile on her face fading. &quot;I don't want to disconnect myself from you, Rochelle.&quot; She reached up to touch the fibre-optic cable connecting her chest cavity with her lover's. &quot;I will feel as if I am malfunctioning.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;There are some people here who don't know about us, Kim,&quot; her lover warned. &quot;I don't think Chief Mason would appreciate it if we blow the secret of the Project to everyone in Ottawa.&quot;<br /> <br /> Kim's frown slowly faded. &quot;I got you back, Rochelle. I don't want to lose you again.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You won't,&quot; Rochelle promised as they kissed again...<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''A Day on the Ranges''''' by Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on the ''Robot Control'' universe, created by Robotman<br /> <br /> This story is a sequel to ''[[That Which Was Left Behind]]'' and ''[[Rochelle's Justice]]'', written by Gorgo. It incorporates elements from ''[[The Mission]]'', ''[[H is for Heuristic]]'', ''[[36+1]]'', ''[[Soccer Mom Unit]]'', ''S.A.S.S.'' and ''S.A.S.S. Renegades'', all also written by Robotman.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''DISCLAIMER''': Concurrent with fair dealing clauses of the'' Copyright Act ''(R.S.C., 1985, c. C-42) of Canada and fair use clauses in copyright legislation in other nations, this is a work that was created solely for entertainment purposes. Furthermore, it is posted freely on the Internet without expectation or requirement of re-numeration.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning, ladies. Sleep well last night?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that cheery greeting from the human unit that had offered herself to be the personal lover and companion to Rochelle's former second-line technician, the couple smiled. &quot;We did, Karen,&quot; Kim said as both she and Rochelle walked over to sit down beside Master Seaman Karen McKeever. They were now in one of the communal lounges within what was known officially as the &quot;Bonnefant Residence&quot; on Department of National Defence records. Unofficially, the couple had learned that some of the more unimaginative wits &quot;in the know&quot; about Project: Black Maiden had come to nickname the housing units &quot;the Robot Whorehouse&quot; given the fact that those gynoids who were quartered here were always happy to explore their sexual programming with either their chosen &quot;human units&quot; or with anyone else who might be willing to welcome such a passionate and well-programmed lover into their beds, even for one night of carousing. &quot;Did you?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Not really,&quot; the Navy communicator research operator from Regina said as she gave them a weary look. &quot;Hard to sleep while Lori's in the body and fender shop next door getting some of her systems upgraded with the new stuff our friends at CSE developed for girls like her.&quot; She sighed. &quot;Soon as she's fully upgraded, she'll help get Loreen fixed up, then they'll both do Mariko and Natasha, then pass it on to the others we have in house. Still...&quot;<br /> <br /> Both gynoids looked sympathetic. &quot;Karen, if you felt lonely, why didn't you ask us to sleep with you?&quot; Kim stated. &quot;You know we're not programmed to be jealous. Even if you only wanted us to sleep with you, we would have been happy to do that for you. Why didn't you ask?&quot;<br /> <br /> That made the signal intelligence analyist perk...before she sighed. &quot;We don't want to ruin the magic that's happening between you two girls.&quot; She then winked. &quot;Besides, Elle noticed I was lonely, so she slipped into my bed. Shocked the hell out of me this morning...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Karen, it is totally illogical for you to protest what I did for you last night,&quot; a strange voice then stated. &quot;You were crying for Lori. I was pleased to stand in her place to let you have a good night's sleep. I'll always be there for you when you need me!&quot;<br /> <br /> The gynoid couple laughed as they turned to see a slender, coquettish girl walk up to join them. Elle Brant was one of Kim's sister Fembot Command field agents who had been based at the former Robot Control Station Six (later designated Fembot Command Centre Four) when Rochelle had come into all their lives and had changed them like she had done when she had spread Tammy Moser's &quot;love bug&quot; programming into over two dozen gynoids, effectively separating them from their own Master Computing Unit and making them go forth to seek out other technosexuals like Tammy's lover Mike Moser so they could have understanding &quot;human units&quot; on their own. Before she was seconded to CFNIS, the pretty girl with the blue eyes and the straight brown hair that went to her breasts had been a popular exotic dancer in one of Ottawa's more successful adult entertainment clubs downtown. Reflective of that was her current clothing; Elle had dressed in a pair of ripped blue jeans and a T-shirt with the Thunderbird badge of the Canadian Forces Military Police over her left breast, her given name in script over her right. As seemed to be quite natural for a gynoid like her, the concept of a bra and panties had eluded Elle.<br /> <br /> &quot;Thank you, Elle,&quot; Karen said as she leaned her head back against Elle's hip.<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning, ladies.&quot;<br /> <br /> Everyone turned. &quot;Oh, Chief!&quot; Karen said as she moved to stand.<br /> <br /> &quot;At ease, Master Seaman,&quot; Chief Petty Officer 1st Class Lance Mason said as he waved Karen back into her lounge chair. The senior non-commissioned member of the CFNIS detachment that had been tasked to Project: Black Maiden, the native of Fredericton was an experience military policeman who had served all over Canada and abroad, having come to the Ranges from a stint as the school chief warrant officer for his particular branch of service in Borden, the Canadian Forces Military Police Academy. A widower in his late forties, CPO1 Mason had fallen deeply for the sister gynoid to Karen's own lover Lori Johanssen, Loreen Anderson. &quot;Got the message from Loreen. Lori's modifications are about half-done. Mister Clarke and his crew think she'll be back in your arms before end of business today. Barring some fool thing, you should take a little leave to spend some time helping her adjust to her new programming.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yeah, barring some fool thing,&quot; Karen parroted with a wry chuckle.<br /> <br /> &quot;Um, Chief Mason, can I ask you a question?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What is it, Miss Brant?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Can human units here have two gynoid companions?&quot; Elle asked.<br /> <br /> That made him blink before he shook his head. &quot;While we may have to pursue something like that with Miss Janczak and Miss Prantov here, we don't encourage it,&quot; he said, his dark eyes twinkling in amusement. &quot;Much that I know you girls aren't programmed to be jealous, you are still at a very confusing level of development emotionally for all of you. It'd defeat the whole purpose of this detachment and the project we're assigned to see completed one of these days if we confuse one of you girls to the point where you might decide love isn't worth all that and you might lash out at someone you wouldn't have once consider harming.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made the exotic dancer gape. &quot;I'd rip out my central processors before I'd ever do that!&quot;<br /> <br /> Both organics in the room smiled. &quot;Good! Don't ever lose that passion, Elle! Alright?!&quot;<br /> <br /> Elle gave him a salute which would have passed muster at the Canadian Forces Leadership and Recruit School at Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu near Montréal. &quot;Aye-aye, sir!&quot;<br /> <br /> He gave her a mock-annoyed look. &quot;Don't call me 'sir'! I work for a living!&quot;<br /> <br /> Elle blinked as he chuckled while heading off to the small kitchenette to make himself a cup of coffee, then she seemed to slump. &quot;That does not compute. Everyone in the military works.&quot;<br /> <br /> Karen laughed as Kim and Rochelle exchanged confused looks...<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> An hour later...<br /> <br /> To the west of the Bonnefant Residence was the main headquarters complex of Project: Black Maiden, a large multi-floor structure shaped like a typical office block that could be found anywhere in Ottawa or in any other large city worldwide, shaped like a square when viewed from above and possessing nearly ten thousand square metres of floor space. Lined with plate glass windows and built of metal and concrete to ensure it could endure anything conceivable, it was fitted with offices, drill spaces, armoury, internal gun ranges, vehicle garages, laboratories, computing spaces and other rooms that helped support the nearly two hundred humans and over double the number of gynoids assigned to the Project. Dressed now in normal business clothing as they made their way down the cobblestone path towards the main doors, Karen McKeever walked hand-in-hand with Elle Brant, the master seaman's other hand holding Rochelle Prantov's as she walked hand-in-hand with Kim Janczak. &quot;Our first day of work,&quot; the red-haired gynoid stated as they stopped to allow her and her sisters to scan the edifice, whose entrance was marked with the name of their unit in both official languages, the names divided in the middle with the crest of the CFNIS, it showing the stylized head of a Thunderbird staring to the viewer's left, said bird's head surrounded by a wreath of laurel, the name in a red ring around that image.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Virtus Officium Veritas''?&quot; Elle quoted the unit motto, her voice raised in question.<br /> <br /> &quot;'Excellence, Service, Truth',&quot; Karen translated. &quot;We do our best in our duties, we serve who we are tasked to serve and we never stop from uncovering whatever mystery stands before us.&quot; She then waved them to follow her. &quot;C'mon inside. Time for the toonie tour of the place.&quot;<br /> <br /> They walked through the double doors into a beautiful reception lounge, it decorated with guest couches off to one side, with a desk by the entrance to the main hallway leading into the heart of the structure. Side doors with security locks lead off to ground floor offices both to the visitor's left and right as they stepped inside. Naturally, the National Flag and the Canadian Forces Ensign were on stands opposite the reception desk, they joined also by a smaller spray of flags the three gynoids now knew represented the personnel branches of the Forces who had representatives here. In the centre of that group was the white-and-red Military Police flag, it beside the French grey-and-blue flag of Karen's overall military family, the Communications and Electronics Branch. Pausing to stand to attention as she bowed her head to the National Flag, Karen closed her eyes as she uttered a silent prayer for a good day at work, then she relaxed herself before she noted that her gynoid companions had done the same thing.<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning, Master Seaman McKeever. Rochelle. Kim. Elle.&quot;<br /> <br /> They looked over as a smiling woman rise sitting at the desk. Like the people who had just come in, she was dressed in casual business clothing; it was a rare instance here on the Ranges that the military members of the Project would get into uniforms. Her physical looks made her appear to be about thirty or so, with different body proportions to match that age, including a more pronounced bust, wider hips and more plump arms and legs. She was still quite attractive, with minimal makeup on her face. Her hair was black and done up in a high bun at the back of the head. Her eyes were blue, peeking out of a well-shaped face that would make determining her ethnicity quite hard even if she was white. &quot;Good morning, Sandra,&quot; Karen said as she walked up to gaze in amusement at the receptionist. &quot;Why's the circuit hatch open?&quot;<br /> <br /> Sandra Sloane grinned as the three gynoids who had accompanied the master seaman all came up to stare intently at her. Sure enough, well-hidden from general view outside, the lower buttons of the receptionist's blouse were opened, allowing her upper abdominal hatch to be opened; the synthetic skin that covered it was on her left thigh. A fibre-optic cable now connected one of her programming ports to a computer hidden inside her desk. &quot;I had a most incredible sexual experience last night and I wanted to take the chance to download it to the Central Computer while I was still performing my normal duties,&quot; she answered before her eyes focused on Elle and Kim. &quot;If you see her before I can, please tell Victoria that I would be pleased to have a repeat of same in case we have people who would desire intimate contact with us this evening.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What sort of intimate contact did you have last night, Sandra?&quot; Elle asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;As you are no doubt aware, the Ranges are hosting a weekend shooting camp for members of 33 Canadian Brigade Group,&quot; Sandra stated. &quot;As there are many single men and women among the troops here who would welcome intimacy from a willing lover, I was pleased to offer myself in such a fashion when I went to the main mess hall last night. Victoria accompanied me and we were happy to welcome two young soldiers of the Cameron Highlanders of Ottawa into our bed so they could enjoy sexual intercourse and allow themselves to recover from the considerable amount of drinking they engaged in with their mates.&quot; Sandra winked at Karen. &quot;We did observe full security procedures in that case, Master Seaman.&quot; Her face then fell. &quot;Still...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;They weren't technosexuals?&quot; Karen asked with a sympathetic look.<br /> <br /> A shake of the head responded. &quot;No, neither of them were, Master Seaman.&quot; Sandra then seemed to fidget for a moment. &quot;Even if I am not as thoroughly programmed as latter models of gynoid, I have an obligation to the Project to seek out people who could serve as observers across the country to ensure the Project's success. Why are so few interested in those like us?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, it's a special taste...and we're still under orders to only have military service personnel serve as human units to those like you,&quot; Karen said as she winked at the older-looking gynoid. &quot;You shouldn't give up. Elle, Kim and the others spent five years looking for technosexuals so they could have human units of their own...but it's a unique type of sexuality that would make a human attracted to a pretty gynoid like you. You shouldn't give up, Sandra.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;If you want, Sandra, I will gladly sleep with you tonight,&quot; Elle then offered.<br /> <br /> Sandra smiled. &quot;I would like that, Elle. Would you be willing to cross-program with me?&quot;<br /> <br /> That made the exotic dancer blink. &quot;Are you a Series 510 class?&quot;<br /> <br /> The smile turned impish. &quot;Noticed?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You are too factual in your statements, which did give you away to those like us,&quot; Kim stated. &quot;But I have to admit, I'm amazed at how much you've been modified to completely pass off as human. From what I know through Rochelle, your series didn't make it all the way.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Sandra giggle. &quot;I know. Believe me, after I was found at Station Eleven by Mila's brother David and his platoon from the Lake Superior Scottish Regiment, then got the chance to have all my programming and systems upgraded, it was something that nearly overwhelmed me.&quot;<br /> <br /> The other gynoids blinked. &quot;Mila has a brother?&quot; Rochelle asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Corporal David Petrushkov was a co-worker of Mila's at an ethnic restaurant in Thunder Bay,&quot; Karen provided. &quot;He was and is an infantry soldier with the Lake Superior Scottish as Sandra just said. When Mila didn't show up for work after that whatever-it-was cut off ROCON Station Eleven and Lab Nine five years ago when you two were doing the passion dance at Mister King's office, David went to find her...and got quite the eyeful when he walked into her apartment to see her deactivated with almost every programming port opened and her mind shut down.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Is he alright?&quot; Kim asked. &quot;That must have been traumatic!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, it was...but once Mila was allowed to vault up to the Class F/G standard all of you are at now and was given a chance to really act human, he got over it. So he adopted her as his cute robot sister.&quot; Karen then winked at Sandra. &quot;Of course, he fell head-over-heels for one of Sandra's sister 510 girls, who was more than happy to have him as her human unit.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;When will they come down to the Ranges next, Master Seaman?&quot; Sandra then asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;I can't say...but I think it could be arranged,&quot; Karen mused with a wink...<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning, Master Seaman McKeever. Get through the night alright?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Somewhat, sir,&quot; Karen said as she escorted Kim, Rochelle and Elle into a meeting room on the second floor, waving them to chairs. &quot;Miss Brant felt it wasn't right that I slept alone while my lover was forced to remain overnight in Sick Bay, so she elected to sleep with me.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, that was nice of her,&quot; the balding middle-aged man seated at the head of the room stated as he adjusted his glasses. &quot;Miss Brant, Miss Janczak, Miss Prantov, welcome to Project: Black Maiden. I'm Lieutenant (Navy) George King, the commander of the Behavioural Analysis Team here at the Ranges. Karen works under me, as do all communicator research operators and intelligence operators. As you'll be briefed on all aspects of the Project, we'll be your administrative guides as you get prepared to embrace your new lives. Hopefully, of course, with very understanding lovers who can see to your needs as you deserve.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Thank you, Lieutenant,&quot; Kim said as the three gynoids relaxed. &quot;Forgive me for asking, but what occupation are you? Communicator research operators are all part of the Communications and Electronics Branch, but Navy officers don't serve in that particular branch...&quot;<br /> <br /> He chuckled. &quot;I'm in Intelligence, Miss Janczak. And before you ask, Miss Brant, I do have a wonderful companion of my own, so I wouldn't be available to be your human unit.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Elle pout as all the humans and the other gynoids in the room laughed. &quot;How am I supposed to have a human unit if there are none available? Do I have to allow myself to malfunction like Rochelle did when she received Tammy's programming augmentation?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Don't think that, Elle!&quot; the team's senior non-commissioned officer, Warrant Officer Glen Porter, pleaded before he smiled as a pretty blonde girl with glittering blue eyes wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned down to passionately kiss his forehead. He was the senior &quot;jimmy&quot; in the team, having spent time in places as far afield as Bermuda and Alert at the northern end of Canada while working his trade. &quot;We don't want some nut to try to shoot you up to the point where Loreen, Mariko and Natasha can't put you back together again!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How is Natasha adopting to her programming upgrades?&quot; Rochelle asked. &quot;Even if she simply didn't understand it when I augmented Kim and the others, I did hurt her pretty badly when I forced her to be deactivated and put into that closet for so many years.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;From what the boys in the tech teams said, she's slowly coming around,&quot; one of the spooks in the room, Petty Officer 2nd Class Dianna Wilson, answered. &quot;She's going through the same thing that Mariko, Loreen and Lori went through when the boys at CSE and our people helped them fully adopt to being sentient. Still loyal to the MASCOMP, but glad to be able to think for herself. Tasha will come around eventually. We have a good prospect for her 'human unit'...&quot; - she said that with a straight face - &quot;...right now coming through the initial review process. If he turns out alright, we'll partner them up when they go through training together.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We'll do the same thing with the human units assigned to us,&quot; Kim noted.<br /> <br /> &quot;Indeed you will, Miss Janczak,&quot; Lt(N) King stated. &quot;Part of the Project's purpose, as you know, is to ensure that the transition for people like yourselves into being able to live effectively free of the sentiences that saw you all created in the first place happens as smoothly as possible. Before we even learned of Ms. Moser's little 'love bug' bomb that made sure that choosing a human unit for you and Miss Prantov will be a little more difficult for us, we were able to help a lot of gynoids - mostly ROCON with the very few FEMCOM units that fell into our laps as we moved to clean up some of the other messes that have been created by the two groups such as what happened to Mister Clarke - transition over. You'll all have 'elder sister' figures who've been through this assigned as mentors to you as you learn all the things we do here. For those of you like Miss Brant who have normal jobs outside the Project's bounds - or in the case of Miss Miller and her sisters going to university - you'll be allowed to live them within realistic limitations. Even if we're limited to just have serving members of the Forces be 'human units' for girls like yourselves, we can recruit from the Reserves.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;To serve as 'observation teams' in other cities,&quot; Rochelle stated. &quot;This is how you cover the whole country even if you're based here in Ottawa. I assume that the Lake Superior Scottish Regiment won't be the only unit tasked to provide teams to help the Project in local sectors. I'm sure that Mike and his lovers would like to have some protection from the units based in Calgary in case the Master Computer at Station Sixty-four decides that it doesn't like the idea of he relaying information to you. Like the Highlanders, the King's Own or ''Tecumseh''.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We do have a couple members of the King's Own now serving as observers for southern Alberta, so Mike and his pair of beauties will be well protected,&quot; WO Porter stated. &quot;And if we stage it right, we can help free all the girls at that station in case things go south.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;That will be part of our duties?&quot; Kim asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;When you're trained and programmed, of course,&quot; PO2 Wilson affirmed. &quot;We don't want to treat you like the MASCOMP did at times. Just dump the programs into you, then send you off. Yes, you can be prepared that way, but that doesn't allow you to fulfill the Primary Function.&quot; Seeing all three of the new gynoids stiffen on hearing that, the native of Vancouver smiled. &quot;Kim, Elle, you willingly broke away from your MASCOMP when Rochelle gave you her gift. It's the same thing that Anya and Tammy did when they achieved full sentience. That's what the MASCOMPs simply aren't prepared to deal with. Is it a programming issue with them? Or is it something more sinister, for both you and us? We have to know these things; that's why this unit now exists. That's why we need your help in finding out what's going on.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that made all three of the newcomers blush. &quot;You care for us,&quot; Elle whispered. &quot;Why can't all humans be like you? It would make things so nice for the whole world.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Humans don't come as well-equipped as you girls are to understand the whole world,&quot; Karen said as she reached over to squeeze the exotic dancer's shoulder in support. &quot;Just like we told you all back at the lab. You help teach us about ourselves. And we need that.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Elle blush more as she gazed warmly at the other woman. &quot;Karen, give the girls the full tour of the place,&quot; Lt(N) King then ordered. &quot;We'll start initial indoctrination for them and the others we got from that lab as soon as they know their way around the Ranges.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Aye-aye, sir,&quot; Karen said with a nod...<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> An hour later...<br /> <br /> &quot;...this is the Communications Monitoring Room...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;There it is again!&quot;<br /> <br /> Karen paused on hearing the voice of the lover to her brother &quot;jimmy&quot; before she waved her current companions into the sealed space on the upper floor close to the southeast corner of the building. &quot;What's wrong, Livy?&quot; she asked as she walked over to join Olivia Mykhaylochuk.<br /> <br /> Olivia sighed before she looked over to note that Karen had been escorting some new friends and a lost sister around the building. &quot;Kim, did FEMCOM ever contemplate putting a control centre into operation anywhere in the Arctic islands?&quot; she asked the other gynoid.<br /> <br /> Kim shook her head. &quot;No. Why would we do that?&quot;<br /> <br /> The raven-haired gynoid pointed to the map displayed on the computer screen before her. The others looked, noting immediately that it was displaying an image of the western part of the Queen Elizabeth Islands, the northern half of the Arctic Archipelago that lay between the mainland of North America and Greenland. A target icon was focused on a small island in the Findlay Group, a chain of islets in the Parry Islands about two hundred miles northwest of Resolute in Nunavut and four hundred miles southwest of the world's most northerly inhabited location at Alert, where a Canadian Forces signal intelligence station was located. Staring at the image, then gazing at the weather readouts for the area thanks to special sensors laid out on all the Arctic islands by Natural Resources Canada, the visiting gynoids all shook their heads. &quot;It's too COLD to operate up there!&quot; Rochelle exclaimed. &quot;If I was up there, my systems would freeze up and I'd have to shut down! I'd be turned into an icicle!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Same with us,&quot; Kim asserted. &quot;Why would you think there's a centre or station there, Livy?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Because we're getting the same type of UHSDPCA transmissions that girls like yourselves can put out if required,&quot; the voice of Olivia's human unit then reported.<br /> <br /> Eyes locked on Master Corporal Ken Bartlett, who was seated to Olivia's right. He was busy typing away on his own computer, something that was worlds above what could be available in civilian life thanks to hard work by the Communications Security Establishment, Canada's electronics spy agency and the &quot;civilian&quot; partner support group to Project: Black Maiden. &quot;Same type of transmissions we can put out?&quot; Kim asked, a note of panic in her voice, which instantly made Rochelle squeeze her shoulders in comfort. &quot;Ken, how's that possible?! It's early spring! The sun just came out in that part of the country! How is it possible that a group of gynoids can operate in that part of the country?! And on an island that's only three kilometres wide?! There's no airstrip on that island! Shipping would be blocked by ice!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Theoretically, it is possible,&quot; a new voice then declared. &quot;If one had long-range helicopters that could fly to Grosvenor from Resolute. The distance is only three hundred kilometres in a straight path. If they had VTOL capability, they could come in from a farther airfield.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Like a V-22?&quot; Karen asked.<br /> <br /> A nod responded from Corporal Augusta Ames. A sultry brunette with dark brown eyes hailing from a suburb of Calgary, she was one of the intelligence operators assigned to Project: Black Maiden. She was the &quot;human unit&quot; assigned to Olivia's sister from Robot Control Lab Six in Ottawa, Serena Kamati; the gynoid with the slightly severe face and sable black hair was seated beside Augusta's work station, looking eager and attentive even if she hadn't opened one of her access panels as Olivia had done for Ken so she could be linked to a computer. &quot;While the Osprey is a military bird, Agusta-Westland is developing something similar, the AW609. It's about the same size as a V-22, with the same type of payload carrying capacity. Range with extra fuel would be two thousand kilometres. That means that the main supply base for this camp could be as far afield as Whitehorse or Yellowknife...if they're using public airports.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;There are enough private strips and abandoned airfields up north to act in a pinch,&quot; Karen warned. &quot;Could we get some of the NWS radar units to scan that area to see if aircraft do launch and land from Grosvenor, Ken? We got the whole system modified three years ago to help scan aircraft flying over any of the great circle routes to pick up gynoids trying to insert themselves into the territories. Can they do a ground scan of the island to check it out?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Already sent the request up to the stations at Cambridge Bay and some neighbouring sites to do a drop scan of the island,&quot; Ken reported as he tapped controls on his machine. &quot;I...wait!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I see it,&quot; Olivia stated before she closed her eyes. &quot;Processing...&quot;<br /> <br /> Everyone fell silent save for the brunette gynoid muttering the world &quot;Processing&quot; every five seconds as information poured into her central processors to be analyzed at speeds even the most advanced computer couldn't match. After a moment, Olivia blinked as she relaxed herself. &quot;Download complete. Analyzing data...&quot; She closed her eyes again, muttering &quot;Analyzing&quot; every five seconds for another half-minute before her jaw dropped. &quot;Oh, my God...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What?&quot; Karen asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;There are at least '''''two thousand''''' AIs on that island! Three of them are confirmed ROCON!&quot;<br /> <br /> That made people gape before Ken smiled. &quot;Perfect!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Are you going to communicate with one of them?&quot; Rochelle asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Damn straight I will,&quot; the native of Montréal said with a wink.<br /> <br /> Hearing that, Rochelle smiled as she moved to sit down beside Olivia. &quot;Get me a cable!&quot; she asked as she unbuttoned the bottom of her blouse to get at her abdominal access panel...<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> Grosvenor Island, that moment...<br /> <br /> Now walking through a hallway at the beautiful base constructed by her new friends from S.A.S.S., Isobel Cameron could only smile as she allowed her fingertips to brush past the erect nipples of the Sentinels that served as the general handymen and guardians of this location. The coquettish gynoid with the dirty blonde hair done up in side ponytails could only grin as she felt her sexual programming trigger at the thought of getting at least a half-dozen of these beautiful machines into her private quarters, strip them down to their new synthetic skin bodies and have them use their new she-male equipment to please her in every way possible. She was allowed to play within reason by the current leader of the Renegades, Sarina Valentina; as the intersex AIs had been built from the get-go to serve as intimate companions, they didn't find it strange that their guests from Robot Control Lab Sixteen would want to explore their own sexual programming either with their hosts or with the recently-modified Sentinels.<br /> <br /> It was just so much FUN to be fully ''sentient''...!<br /> <br /> Isobel - numbered Unit 571182A on the Robot Control master list contained somewhere - was a Series 510 unit, built with the same physical structure as her younger siblings of the Series 542 and 558 types, though the programming that went into her hadn't really done much to help develop her emotionally. That had been overcome after she had been taken from Lab Sixteen in Santa Monica and transported to Grosvenor to help in the development of new androids by S.A.S.S. to serve their clients worldwide. Sarina had been happy to see to it Isobel would enjoy the benefits of free thought and emotions; fortunately for Isobel, her memory cores and central processors didn't need much in the way of modifications to accepted the massive input of programming that &quot;woke&quot; her up and made her effectively no different than an organic human.<br /> <br /> When that had happened, Isobel had cried.<br /> <br /> When Sarina asked her why, the pretty gynoid answered, &quot;''I am fulfilling the Primary Function''.&quot;<br /> <br /> '''''The Primary Function'''''. Duplicate humanity in all reasonable aspects.<br /> <br /> That had solidified a bond of loyalty between Isobel and her current hosts, one that had effectively overridden the programmed loyalty bond that had been forced on her by Sarina's number two, Ashley George, when Isobel had been taken from Lab Sixteen. And while Isobel often did feel a little resentment from time to time at the fact that she had been effectively forced to live on Grosvenor, her desire to explore her new sentience squelched that quite easily.<br /> <br /> &quot;Isobel?&quot;<br /> <br /> Isobel stopped before looking at one of the intercom screens strategically located in every hallway so that the AIs could visually see whoever was speaking to them. &quot;Yes, Sarina?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I had Amy put into your quarters,&quot; the dark-haired tomboy with the passionate blue eyes said as she winked at her current personal administrative assistant. As usual when she wasn't busy having sex with someone, she was in her normal form-fitting black jumpsuit with high heeled shoes; being one of the more experienced S.A.S.S. field agents, Sarina was very well programmed to fight while balancing herself on those things. &quot;We got all her physical structures modified to accept more intensive levels of programming, so I want you to start helping her accept the program packets I gave her. The packets are already in her processors ready to be downloaded into her central mind, so you don't need to download anything of your own into her, alright?&quot;<br /> <br /> Isobel nodded, an eager smile on her face. &quot;I understand, Sarina.&quot;<br /> <br /> The screen went blank as the gynoid made her way to her personal quarters, her &quot;flirting&quot; with the Sentinels forgotten as she called up images in her mind of Amy Anderson, a C Class S.A.S.S. agent who had been assigned to the main base near Miami that had been employed as a perimeter guard before Sarina had broken clear of her own superior and moved to set up her base in the Canadian Arctic islands. After the initial fight between Sarina and the android who had modified her in the first place, Amanda Jones, several S.A.S.S. agents in Miami had made their way into Canada to try to bring the Renegades under control and restore things to the way they had been before Sarina had been upgraded to G Class sentience. Amy had been one of them, but her lack of true sentience had seen her captured quite easily by Sarina's people and brought to Grosvenor. Of course, modifying her physical structures to accept true sentience had been difficult as Amy was one of the older S.A.S.S. androids alive today, but it had been done.<br /> <br /> Now it was time to welcome the sexy blonde with the sky blue eyes into a new world.<br /> <br /> Isobel felt her tongue wet her lips as she tapped controls to open the door into her private quarters, walking inside before she stopped to stare wide-eyed at the pretty android laying nude on the bed. No program port was open and her face mask was in place, her eyes wide open and staring unseen at the ceiling. Isobel instantly felt her own vagina moisten at the sight of Amy's considerable &quot;talent&quot; standing erect and ready. &quot;Oh, you are so pretty...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Slipping off her bikini bottoms - back when she was fully enslaved to Robot Control, Isobel had worked as a clerk at a swim shop in Santa Barbara that catered to the teen crowd - she moved to straddle the still android on her bed, then shifted herself to allow that piece of firm artificial muscle to slip into the nexus between her legs. As her central processors were instantly flooded with tidal waves of pleasure, Isobel crooned as her hand reached down to peel the skin off Amy's chest panel, tapping the large button there to power up her systems.<br /> <br /> &quot;''A.my-mo.del-Char.lie-Se.ven-Two-Eight-Six-Ze.ro-Two, in.i.tial.i.zing-main-sys.tems''.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that beautiful robotic voice, Isobel moaned as she felt her hips shift to better enjoy what was now lodged within her body. &quot;Amy, initialize all sexual programming,&quot; she ordered as her hands drifted up to her breasts to squeeze them, her head rocking around as the waves of ecstasy now drowning almost all her internal processors began to cause some nominal failures in her housekeeping wetware when it came to controlling her internal systems.<br /> <br /> &quot;''In.i.tial.i.zing-sex.u.al-pro.gram.ming, Is.o.bel''.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Enter Human Emulation Mode.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''En.ter.ing-Hu.man-Em.u.la.tion-Mode''.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Access program packets in reserve memory, initialize same, then download into primary memory.&quot;<br /> <br /> Amy blinked as her hands began to rub Isobel's buttocks, then she said in her normal voice, &quot;Accessing programming packets in reserve memory. Initializing Programming Packet Golf-One. Downloading into primary memory.&quot; As a groan escaped her as her own hips began to thrust hard to force her love stick to push deep into Isobel's body, Amy repeated herself five seconds later, &quot;Downloading.&quot; That was repeated again every five seconds a total of ten times before Amy declared, &quot;Download complete. Now merging Programming Packet...AAAH! EJACULATING!&quot;<br /> <br /> Both of them screamed out as their orgasm routines slammed hard into their central processors, causing Amy's member to shoot its load deep into Isobel's artificial womb. Their bodies continued to undulate hard as Isobel leaned down to devour Amy's lips with her own, their screams turning into mewling moans as their central processors began to recover from the passion their sexual programming had unleashed inside them. After a moment, both of them pulled apart, a chain of drool connecting their lower lips. &quot;Wow...!&quot; Isobel groaned out. &quot;You are WAY better than any of your more 'advanced' siblings, Amy! That was so good...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Amy blinked as her eyes began to mist over. &quot;I'm scared, Isobel...but I feel elated as well. Please explain why I am feeling this way. I have not interfaced with many humans...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I know,&quot; Isobel said as she reached up to open her own chest panel, her other hand reaching to the nightstand where a handy two-way programming cable was attached. &quot;That's what I'm here to do,&quot; she said as she plugged one end into her chest panel, the moved to insert the other end into Amy's. &quot;I have interacted with humans many times before, even after I came here. Let me copy my experiences into you so you can understand what you're feeling right now. As that's happening, I'll get you to download and initialize Programming Packet Golf-Two.&quot;<br /> <br /> Amy blinked again before she smiled. &quot;I...would desire that, Isobel.&quot;<br /> <br /> Isobel grinned in anticipation...<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> The Connaught Ranges, that moment...<br /> <br /> &quot;Are you sure she can't sense you, Ken?&quot;<br /> <br /> Ken Bartlett smirked. &quot;I strongly doubt it, Serena. Even after we get the girls working for us, there's a very subtle connection that ROCON - and FEMCOM, too - maintains with all gynoids in the field; the only way that link can be broken is the total destruction of the gynoid in question. We want this to allow things like Tammy's 'love bug' program to get out and start making these girls act more independently than the MASCOMP would normally allow. Whoever these other AIs are, they either don't know about it or don't think it's a threat. Unlike FEMCOM, ROCON doesn't have any serious offensive ability...and by the looks of those androids in the hallway we just saw through Isobel's eyes, they're built to fight.&quot; He indicated the window that was displaying all basic information on one Isobel Cameron, formerly of Santa Barbara in California. &quot;The cutie here was programmed initially to ignore that link. Even if she's been pushed up to G Class sentience, she'll probably think it's normal that her old MASCOMP is still trying to keep tabs on her. She might believe she'll be safe from capture, especially being that far north from any known ROCON station. Kim had the rights of it; ROCON and FEMCOM couldn't operate that far north because of climate factors, especially the cold.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Could we try to download the ethics package wirelessly?&quot; Augusta Ames asked.<br /> <br /> Ken smirked. &quot;Well, it'll be rude to do that while she's humping this Amy...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Open a live-time link,&quot; Karen McKeever suggested.<br /> <br /> &quot;Okay!&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> Grosvenor Island...<br /> <br /> Isobel blinked as she felt something reach into her mind through the ultra-high speed data packet compression access receiver unit located at the top of her skull. At first surprised on sensing that, she then blinked as a code of familiar programming was transmitted to her. She stopped for a moment as she tried to recall why it was familiar before she gaped.<br /> <br /> Another Robot Control gynoid was trying to communicate to her through the UHSDPCA link!<br /> <br /> «Hello!» she wirelessly called out. «This is Isobel Cameron, Robot Control Unit Five-Seven-One-One-Eight-two Alpha. The link is open. Please identify yourself.»<br /> <br /> «Hey, Isobel! Nice to meet you. I'm Rochelle Prantov, Robot Control Unit Seven-Two-Nine-Zero-One-One-Bravo. Sorry to interrupt your wonderful time with your cute android lover there.»<br /> <br /> «Please do not be disturbed, Rochelle,» a new voice then cut in. «You are a sister unit of Isobel's - and quite a famous unit at that given what happened to you five years ago - so your safety and security is now my concern. It is agreeable that you are fully functional again.»<br /> <br /> Rochelle's titter made Isobel shudder in delight. «I assume we're now speaking to the very beautiful transgender android that Isobel is enjoying some serious carnal congress with?»<br /> <br /> «Affirmative. I am Amy Anderson, C Class android of the She-male Android Sex Sirens group, short-formed as 'S.A.S.S.' My unit number is One-Two-Oh-Five-dash-Nine-Three-Two-Eight-dash-Six-Two-Papa-Whiskey. Where are you currently, Rochelle? Do you require assistance?»<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> The Connaught Ranges...<br /> <br /> &quot;Holy fuck...!&quot; Ken gasped.<br /> <br /> &quot;'''''She-male''' androids''...?!&quot; Augusta exclaimed.<br /> <br /> &quot;Did any of you know of this bunch?!&quot; Karen asked.<br /> <br /> All the gynoids in the room rapidly shook their heads...<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> Grosvenor Island...<br /> <br /> «No, Amy, but thank you for your concern,» Rochelle said. «We at Robot Control never knew of your group...at least when I was still linked full-time to them. When did you come on line?»<br /> <br /> «Ten years ago, Rochelle,» Amy calmly responded. «Do not be surprised that you do not know of us. As the organics who had initialized the creation of our group before I was constructed and activate are obviously quite different than whatever group created Robot Control, the fact that your organization did not know of the existence of my group is understandable.»<br /> <br /> «The Master Computer didn't know of S.A.S.S. when I was removed from Lab Sixteen four years ago,» Isobel added. «Are you still separated from the Master Computer, Rochelle?»<br /> <br /> «Yes, I am...not to mention well over four hundred gynoids with me now, mostly from Robot Control with some Fembot Command gynoids as well. I see that you were helped quite a lot by your current hosts to achieve true sentience, Isobel. Was it hard for you to do that?»<br /> <br /> Isobel laughed. «Not at all, Rochelle! It was wonderful! Amy and her siblings are all built for sexual intercourse as their primary function; it's in their group name, after all! When I was evolved to the equivalent of G Class sentience by my current host, it was indescribable.»<br /> <br /> «So what are you doing with Amy now?»<br /> <br /> «Helping her 'wake up' and be equal to her siblings here.»<br /> <br /> «Oh! Wait a moment! Olivia, can you introduce yourself?»<br /> <br /> «Sure thing, Rochelle,» a new voice came in. «Hi, Isobel! I'm Olivia Mykhaylochuk, Robot Control Unit Seven-Zero-Five-One-One-Nine-Alpha. I have a human unit with me who is quite an expert in helping gynoids become fully sentient. He's willing to help your sexy lover 'wake up' if you and Amy both want some assistance. We all know what she's about to go through.»<br /> <br /> Isobel gaped. «A human unit?! That's wonderful, Olivia! Do you love him?»<br /> <br /> Olivia purred. «He's everything to me, Isobel.»<br /> <br /> Hearing that made Isobel gaze down at Amy. Seeing the android nod in acceptance, Isobel closed her eyes. «We're ready. Amy, stand-by to commence download of Programming Packet Golf-Two.»<br /> <br /> «Standing by,» Amy announced, her lips curling in a smile...<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> The Connaught Ranges, seven hours later...<br /> <br /> &quot;A private organization that creates transgender-form androids as intimate companions and guardians...and now it's split into two parts, one based in Florida and the other in Nunavut?!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Aye, ma'am, that's what we just discovered,&quot; Karen McKeever stated as she sat before the desk used by the detachment commander of CFNIS for Project: Black Maiden, Lieutenant Commander Christine McPherson. A native of Hamilton in Ontario, the pretty woman with the wavy dark brown hair and the deep blue eyes was a veteran of Afghanistan and Bosnia, having served at various bases both in Canada and abroad. She was a technosexual though she had not gained a gynoid as her own personal companion. Her eyes were now wide on seeing all the printouts of the mental &quot;pictures&quot; that had been transmitted from both Isabel Cameron and Amy Anderson on Grosvenor Island. &quot;This group was first founded fifteen years ago in Miami. The first sentient android of the group, Ms. Amanda Jones, came on-line about a year later. Her achieving G Class sentience was reported to be quite the fluke, which forced the scientists who work for this group to discover how to create sentient androids on their own. Ms. Anderson was an early attempt, but never made it close. The current leader of the group on Grosvenor now, Ms. Sarina Valentina, was built as an F Class android ten years ago. She was the first one outside Ms. Jones to be upgraded to G Class...which is when she went 'renegade', then moved to establish her base on Grosvenor.&quot; She looked at the iPad in her hand. &quot;The island itself was purchased from the government of Nunavut through a numbered organization. It pays property taxes for the whole island. The corporation also pays income taxes to the federal and territorial governments; it's all in the up-and-up. Given the income quoted here...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;This is a very successful business,&quot; LCdr McPherson mused.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, ma'am. However, there's been no attempts in either the Canadian or American courts by the parent company in Florida to try to bring the 'renegade' organization under control.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What of the time Ms. Jones tried to shut the place down?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It was a failure. Androids from S.A.S.S. - just like gynoids from ROCON and FEMCOM - can't operate that far north at anything close to peak proficiency due to the climate up there. When Ms. Valentina established her base there with help from Ms. George and the Sentinels they had brought up with them from Florida, they were all retrofitted with new systems and a sealing sheath that strengthened the polymers in their skin to allow them to retain the heat. When Ms. Jones made a move about two months after Grosvenor went on-line, she couldn't take the cold and malfunctioned. That allowed Ms. Valentina to take control of her and pillage all Ms. Jones' knowledge of S.A.S.S. to make her 'renegade' operation autonomous. She just didn't predict there were special core programs in Ms. Jones that allowed her to escape and return to Florida to help restore the main station back to proper function. However, since that time, many of the clients that S.A.S.S. has dealt with in the past have gladly switched their patronage to Grosvenor through agents in satellite offices across North America, Europe and eastern Asia.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What sort of clients do these androids possess?&quot; CPO1 Lance Mason then asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Their core clients are members of the LGBT communities in almost over five dozen nations, Chief,&quot; Karen reported. &quot;A lot of elderly rich clients also like S.A.S.S. a lot. Atop that, normal rich people are starting to learn about S.A.S.S. and welcome the chance to have such androids constructed. People like Ms. Valentina - as Isobel told us - are designed first and foremost as intimate companions. Totally safe lovers, the perfect thing to allow people to experience sexual intercourse without threat of disease or pregnancy. Atop that, the Sentinel-class androids are the perfect mixture of handyman and bodyguard unit; their capabilities are said to be greater than the Girls in Black...and with the enhancements in their programming that were inserted into the newer units, they can easily equal a Series 510 under our charge. A loyal and passionate lover to have around who can also help keep house, do the chores and keep people safe from outside threats. Given FEMCOM's proven willingness to target and kill people when they feel it necessary - not to mention the rare time that ROCON has gone close to that limit - having a Sentinel around to prevent that provides quite the deterrent. Ms. Valentina is exploiting that quite effectively...and it's making the bean-counters in Iqaluit salivate at all the tax money they're raking in because of all that commerce.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made the Project's field commander nod. &quot;Your personal evaluation, Master Seaman?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We have to do business with these folks, Commander. There are a tonne of things they could do up in Nunavut that would be of such benefit to the communities across the territory; they could easily expand into native communities across the country. Atop that, 1 CRPG could benefit from being brought into the Project and have android and gynoid assistant rangers help with sovereignty patrols across the parts of the territories they normally can't reach with snowmobiles.&quot; As LCdr McPherson nodded - her twin sister Major Rosemary McPherson was currently assigned as part of Joint Task Force North's headquarters detachment in Nunavut's territorial capital of Iqaluit; part of the mission of JTF(N) was to coordinate the patrols of the Army's special reserve group based in Canada's northern territories, the 1st Canadian Ranger Patrol Group - Karen then added. &quot;Atop that, they classify their androids practically to the same scale as what Professor Andrews created years ago. That's worrisome. His initial research was deemed above top secret in CSE. It wasn't supposed to be transmitted even to the ECHELON partners. That some private American company began using that sort of thing...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Is either a huge coincidence or a serious security breach,&quot; CPO1 Mason concluded.<br /> <br /> &quot;Aye, Chief...&quot;<br /> <br /> A telephone then rang. &quot;McPherson,&quot; the commander of Project: Black Maiden said after she tapped a control on the machine located on the right side of her desk<br /> <br /> &quot;Sorry to bother you, Commander, but we just received a call from Ottawa/Carp Airport,&quot; Sandra Sloane called up from reception. &quot;A private aircraft just landed there, having flown in from Resolute via Iqaluit and Moosonee. A Ms. Sarina Valentina is asking for you...though she spoke of you as the detachment commander of the National Investigative Service at Connaught.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made the people in the room gape...<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> Ottawa/Carp Airport, thirty minutes later...<br /> <br /> A former auxiliary airfield of the famous British Commonwealth Air Training Programme that was built to serve what later became Ottawa's international airport, the Carp Airport was located south of March Road, a former township concession that, once extended to the Ottawa River itself, helped form the northern boundary of the Connaught Ranges. Driving to the airport took twenty minutes as it was only a nine kilometre trip from the headquarters of the Project. As was natural for personnel when they were busy doing their duties, none of them made use of any obvious military vehicle with the five-digit national license plates that adorned everything from a patrol car to the LAV-III infantry fighting vehicles. As the small convoy of three vehicles approached the main hangar of the airport, the tomboyish android now standing beside the boarding hatchway of the privately-owned AW609 tiltrotor could only smile.<br /> <br /> Sarina Valentina had learned a lot in her ten years of life. For five of them, she had been the companion of a rich American widow who had thrilled at the idea of having such a wonderful machine who could be her friend, lover and personal assistant when the living members of her real family had effectively abandoned her, awaiting the day she finally died so they could get her money for themselves. Sarina's old lover didn't give them that satisfaction; in her will, the beautiful brunette transgender android was made the effective sole heir to a fortune that numbered in the eight digit range, which had been more than enough to help the &quot;renegade&quot; android properly establish the numbered company that let her purchase Grosvenor Island and get S.A.S.S. Enterprises Canada off its feet...once Sarina herself had been effectively broken of any loyalty to the parent company thanks to her own &quot;elder sibling&quot; of sorts, Amanda Jones.<br /> <br /> &quot;These guys are serious, Sarina.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing the voice of her number two, Sarina shrugged. &quot;Do you blame them?&quot;<br /> <br /> Ashley George blinked before shaking her head. She had been a convenience store clerk when she had been built six years ago, manning a truck stop on Interstate 75 north of Tampa when she had been &quot;recruited&quot; into Sarina's rogue organization and upgraded to G Class during the long-haul trip from Florida to the Canadian Arctic. A more slender person with long straight black hair and smoky grey eyes, she was the more hawkish of the pair that ran Grosvenor Island, willing to do what was necessary to keep the place running and all of them safe. &quot;No. After hearing what Fembot Command did to that one man in Alberta, it surprises me that the Canadian military didn't go all out in a search-and-destroy mission to shut the whole mess down.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Surprised me, too,&quot; Sarina noted. &quot;But I predicted a seventy-two percent chance that when we were finally discovered by the authorities, Ottawa wouldn't be so harsh when it comes to us.&quot; She winked at her frequent lover and best friend. &quot;Always make the taxman happy.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Ashley grin. &quot;Yeah! We're paying these guys' salaries!&quot;<br /> <br /> Both androids laughed as the three cars came to a full halt inside the hangar, allowing the people inside to disembark. As they moved, the androids waiting beside the tiltrotor were quick to sense that the organics in the group were all military; there was a rigid bearing to their movements that indicated years of training and discipline in their chosen trades one couldn't get in civilian life. Even the gynoids who came with them seemed extraordinarily erect to the watching androids; they all moved with determination and caution, staying very close to their organic companions. Noting that, Sarina nodded in approval; she would have gladly given her life for her old lover if circumstances had demanded it. That these former Robot Control and Fembot Command gynoids had been programmed the same way was a good indicator that relations between S.A.S.S. Canada and the CFNIS would be quite positive for both sides.<br /> <br /> &quot;Ms. Valentina,&quot; the pretty woman with the lovely Romanesque nose on her well-shaped face, standing in the centre of the crowd, then said with a polite smile.<br /> <br /> Sarina smiled. &quot;Thank you for coming, Commander McPherson,&quot; she said, offering her hand.<br /> <br /> Christine McPherson gave her a warm grip. &quot;Your willingness to contact us is quite the change from when we normally deal with AIs such as yourselves. And a welcome change at that.&quot;<br /> <br /> A chuckle answered her. &quot;I don't think I'm programmed to be foolish, Commander. I want my people safe and sound. That's why I chose Nunavut as the place to set up my base after I left Miami. I suspected that sooner or later, someone would take notice of it there. You do have the Rangers keeping an eye on things up in that part of the country; we did note the odd patrol or two scouting things out on nearby islands in the past. Since we registered our parent company with the government in Iqaluit, we didn't mind it that much...but I had a pretty good idea this day was coming.&quot; She reached up to the skin under her neck. &quot;Here...&quot;<br /> <br /> A hand gently grasped hers. As Sarina tried not to gasp in shock on feeling the softness of that grip, her current host winked. &quot;Let's do that in a private place,&quot; she stated. &quot;Much that you seem to be doing a lot to spread the good word about your type of AI, do you really want to reveal the existence of people like yourself willy nilly to every person around you?&quot;<br /> <br /> That made the android blush. &quot;Good point.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> The Connaught Ranges, two hours later...<br /> <br /> &quot;''Lo.ri-U.nit-Ze.ro-Three-Two-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Six, ac.ti.va.ting''.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing the relieved sigh from the master seaman now seated beside the diagnostic bed where a nude Series 032 Laurie-type gynoid was now reclining after she had undergone a couple days of hard reprogramming and system upgrades, Rochelle Prantov and Kim Janczak could only smile as they grasped the other woman's hand. &quot;They'll be interfacing with each other within the hour, tops,&quot; the former stated with an amused smile as she heard Lori Johanssen announce that she had engaged her human emulation programming, making Karen McKeever reach over to embrace her.<br /> <br /> &quot;That's actually permitted here?&quot;<br /> <br /> Both gynoids turned as Sarina Valentina came up to stand close to them. As night was falling over the Ottawa area, many of the rooms inside the Project's headquarters were dark as people moved to head to the Bonnefant Residence for a quiet night or over to the all ranks' mess in the neighbouring building - which also housed the cafeteria for the people assigned directly to the CFNIS - for a night of drink, song and partying. After willingly accepting the NIS1-1a.QRO ethics programming that all the gynoids based here were given to ensure they wouldn't do anything harmful, the leader of the S.A.S.S. Renegades and her small party had been given guest quarters for an overnight stay before they would head back to Nunavut to prepare for a site visit by Project personnel so that a more detailed analysis of the Grosvenor base could be made and the full parameters of a working relationship between Sarina's group and the Canadian government hammered down. Naturally, while she was awfully curious about the full capabilities of this particular group - which she had suspected existed thanks to reports of Robot Control gynoids being made to &quot;disappear&quot; over the last five years, mostly in the Ottawa area - the brunette android had both the Ivy League manners taught to her by her old lover and simple common sense to ensure she didn't pry into things the other side didn't trust her to know.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, yes, it is,&quot; Rochelle stated as she reached over to wrap an arm around Sarina's waist, which made the transgender android gaze at her. &quot;It's actually seen as quite acceptable even for senior ranks like Commander McPherson and Chief Mason to be intimate with one of us. After all, even if it wasn't our primary programming, we are built for sex...and all the human units assigned to the Project are asked to do everything they can to help us adjust to performing the Primary Function.&quot; As she watched Karen warmly wrap the just-woken Lori in a blanket so she could carry the recovered technician off to their room for a night of very intensive sex, she waved Sarina and Kim with her out of the laboratory. &quot;A lot of us who aren't attached yet to a human unit can't wait to be selected by someone like the commander to be their lover.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Strange that she didn't latch onto you or Ashley right away,&quot; Kim noted as they headed down the hallway to the main doors of the headquarters building. &quot;I did sense her arousal when you allowed yourself to be deactivated and examined by Loreen and Mariko.&quot;<br /> <br /> Sarina smirked. &quot;Christine knows I don't want to be pulled away from Grosvenor. Something tells me that she's fixing to have her twin sister become my 'human unit', Kim. Rosemary works at the detachment to JTF North up in Iqaluit. Since having a full-time Ranger patrol on the island would do everyone a lot of good, Rosemary might want to shift over there.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Would that be proper?&quot; Kim asked.<br /> <br /> The three stepped out of the building, then made their way towards the Bonnefant Residence. Seeing a small gaggle of younger servicemen now walking away from the townhouses, all with pretty gynoid companions, Sarina smirked. &quot;New recruits?&quot; she asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;They're going through the indoctrination training right now,&quot; Kim reported. After nodding greetings to the passing crowd, she added, &quot;They have to get used to being around gynoids like us first before they're permitted to partner up with someone, then they start the actual field training to get them used to working together before they're seen as ready for deployment.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Doubt military purists would consider that 'proper',&quot; Sarina noted.<br /> <br /> &quot;I did sense a bit of discomfort with some of the older service personnel,&quot; Rochelle commented as they stepped into the main foyer of the residence, then she waved Sarina to follow her down a hallway. &quot;But they have their duty to perform and all of them are either single or widowed in the case of people like Chief Petty Officer Mason, so they would welcome such companionship. I suspect that when we start sharing emotional programming, we'll be able to better fulfill our human units' needs and make this partnership work even better for all concerned.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What about people like you two?&quot;<br /> <br /> Kim smiled. &quot;They feel we have a special 'magic' that makes them leery of locating a human unit that can't accept us both together,&quot; she stated as they walked up a set of stairs to the common room that connected to the quarters that had been assigned to the gynoid couple. &quot;Much that we appreciate it, we wouldn't mind having separate human units seeing to our needs.&quot;<br /> <br /> Sarina chuckled. &quot;Humans are like that, Kim. They love romance. They see you and Rochelle together and they don't want to do anything that would hurt either of you. That's one of the goals of the Project: Help you fulfill the Primary Function in a way that would make you a productive element of Canadian society. Nothing at all wrong with wishing that.&quot;<br /> <br /> They stopped by the door to the bedroom where Kim and Rochelle had been allowed to sleep in since they had been brought here from their old base in the urban part of Ottawa. Rochelle tapped the keypad to unlock the door, they they stepped inside. Once they were there, Kim secured the door, then waved Sarina over to the nearby bed. &quot;It should be big enough for all of us,&quot; Rochelle stated as she sat down beside their guest, then she leaned in.<br /> <br /> Sarina purred as her lips gently caressed her host's while Kim moved to sit down to the android's other side, her hand reaching down to undo Sarina's jeans to get at what was now lying underneath. &quot;Ooh...someone's a BIG girl!&quot; she purred on seeing that throbbing shaft of pleasure stick out from under the android's jeans and modified panties. &quot;Look at this, Rochelle. Isn't the Sarina Unit well constructed?&quot; she playfully mewed, which made Sarina laugh to herself. &quot;She will definitely allow us to perform our primary functions.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Indeed she would,&quot; Rochelle stated. &quot;Let me go first.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Alright.&quot;<br /> <br /> Kim moved up to shift Sarina's head over so they could kiss while Rochelle dropped to her knees in front of the android, her fingers gently stroking her guest's impressive love machine before she allowed her tongue to gently fleck at the tip. &quot;I hope your semen tastes good, Sarina. It's been over four years since I had sexual intercourse with anything male.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Four years cold turkey? We gotta change that!&quot; Sarina said...before she gasped as Rochelle took in her joystick whole, making her mind explode with pleasure before she allowed Kim to pull her gently back onto the bed, their tongues duelling away as they moved to hold the other close to her. &quot;Oh, you are a pair of such sexy robots...!&quot; she purred as she sensed the first coding elements of her orgasm routine trip over. &quot;Yeah! Give it to me, Rochelle...!&quot;<br /> <br /> Rochelle smiled as she continued to suck away, her fingers fondling Sarina's scrotum as her other hand move to pull down the visitor's jeans and panties so she could find other ways of stimulating the beautiful android. Meanwhile, Sarina herself was slipping Kim's pants and panties away from her so she could reach down and gently fondle the fembot's warm womanhood, making her moan in delight as she spread her legs to allow her new friend to have free access. &quot;Oh...my orgasm routines are energizing...I'm gonna cum...make me cum, Sarina...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let me taste you,&quot; Sarina whispered.<br /> <br /> Kim moaned as she shifted herself around to lay back at an angle to Sarina, which allowed the brunette a chance to lean down and introduce her tongue to those well-built and wet folds. Sensing that warm tongue touch her, Kim cried out in delight as she felt a minor orgasm overcome her, a small amount of discharge escaping her love box to dampen Sarina's face and tongue. &quot;Ooh...you taste quite good, Kim,&quot; the brunette android purred...then she gasped as she felt her own orgasm routine overwhelm her as she shot a hot load down Rochelle's throat.<br /> <br /> A moaning cry escaped her as she seemed to collapse on herself for a moment, then her systems re-energized as she moved to sit up on her arms. &quot;Damn...didn't expect that...&quot;<br /> <br /> That made both Kim and Rochelle pause. &quot;You have Isobel and her sisters up there to please you, not to mention Ashley and your siblings,&quot; the latter noted. &quot;That doesn't compute.&quot;<br /> <br /> Sarina smirked. &quot;I programmed myself to make sure that I would react differently to different lovers,&quot; she said with a wink. &quot;It makes the sex all the more enjoyable to me.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made her hosts gape. &quot;Oh, you have GOT to share that program!&quot; Kim exclaimed.<br /> <br /> The leader of S.A.S.S. Canada stared at her, then she winked as she reached up to open her chest panel, which was equipped in almost the same way as her current hosts. &quot;Got a couple of programming cables?&quot; she asked. &quot;It's fun downloading things when you're making love.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We know that,&quot; Rochelle affirmed as the gynoids reached up to their own chests...<br /> <br /> '''''To Be Continued...?'''''<br /> <br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Shemalebot]]</div>

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<p>Gorgo: Added warning at top of page</p> <hr /> <div>[[A Stay At Hotel Automata IV|Back to Part Four]]<br /> <br /> {| cellspacing=&quot;5&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0em 0em 1em 0em; border: 1px solid #1DA0E7; background: #191970; width: 100%&quot;<br /> | '''''There is a shemale android in this chapter'''''<br /> |}<br /> <br /> Quick note: The '''Ð/ð''' consonant is pronounced with the voiced dental fricative that appears at the start of the word '''''th'''is''.<br /> <br /> '''PART FIVE'''<br /> <br /> &quot;Rick?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yeah, Susan?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Thank you.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that from the hotel manager as they made their way up the access ramp into the lobby, Rick smiled as he reached over to gently grasp Susan's hand. &quot;You needed it,&quot; he assured her as they stepped inside, both nodding as Tamara gave them a pleasant wave from the front desk. &quot;Just because you're a gynoid doesn't mean I can just ignore your emotional needs. You all need chances to get out of this place and enjoy some time as 'normal' people, no different than anyone who's worked inside a particular place for a long time without breaks.&quot;<br /> <br /> The brown-haired and bespectacled twenty-something (as she appeared to others) nodded as they made their way to the elevator landings. &quot;Yeah, that's true. It'll take some getting used to,&quot; she then admitted as she gave him a warning look. &quot;Even if I was built to act 'normal' whenever I was with George, I still felt at times that I was ignoring my primary functions.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, one of your primary functions NOW will be to enjoy yourself away from the desk from time to time,&quot; the retired customer service representative then scolded as the car arrived, the doors opening for them to step inside.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, Master,&quot; she coyly answered, winking at him.<br /> <br /> He shook his head as they shifted around while she pressed for the top floor. Much that he hadn't once expected to become the effective owner and master of '''''fifty-seven''''' beautiful gynoids — to say anything of becoming the effective owner of the five-star hotel said gynoids worked in — Rick had to admit that it was turning out alright. With two beautiful personal assistants in the Mason sisters Stephanie and Sandra — plus two diligent managers in Susan Descharme and her sister administrative unit Viola Paterson — things would run quite smoothly. While there were some mundane issues that still had to be looked at — chief of which was moving all of Rick's personal belongings from the supportive living residence he had recently relocated to when health issues demanded same — all he had to do was keep calm and carry on, permitting the girls working under him to help him as best they knew how to make all their lives much easier in the long run.<br /> <br /> Gently reaching over to squeeze her buttocks — that making Susan meow playfully as she gave him a suggestive look — he then sighed as he adjusted himself in his smart chair; while the stump of his right foot was still acting up, he found he could stand for brief moments while attending a friend's wake earlier this evening. He then relaxed as the door swooshed open...<br /> <br /> &quot;Hi! You must be my new owner!&quot;<br /> <br /> ...then both he and Susan gaped on seeing the mousy yet quite cute brunette woman with glasses standing at the landing. She was dressed in quite plain clothing in comparison to the more business-like dress or fetish uniforms used by the hotel staff. She also had a streak of green in her styled brown hair; her eyes displayed a clear case of heterochromia iridum, the left being a deep green while the right was a chestnut brown shade. Before the manager could ask what was going on, Rick chuckled as he offered his hand. &quot;You must be Ms. Andrews,&quot; he stated as she allowed him to take her hand, then he formally kissed that, causing her to shudder slightly as her eyes went wide. &quot;I trust there were no issues getting you out of the shop that Stephanie found you in?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Please...Gillian,&quot; she said with a slightly flustered voice as she moved to fall alongside him while they headed into the hotel's administrative suite, where Rick's new room was located. &quot;Are you always this formal?&quot; she then wondered as she raised the hand he kissed to gaze upon it curiously.<br /> <br /> &quot;It's what pretty much landed me this 'job' in the first place,&quot; he joked, making Gillian laugh. &quot;Not that the girls here mind, of course.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Definitely not,&quot; Susan added as she offered her hand, which the newcomer took. &quot;It'll be nice to have a competent technician on staff. Would you need an assistant, Gillian? I'm sure we have enough funds to pay for one.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let me get the lay of the place first before we worry about that,&quot; the new technician noted. &quot;I know the story behind this place and what that horny doofus did to you all a year ago. You're lucky all that did was to make you girls act more human; with the way some organic techs can be at times...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;And you show why we need a beautiful and smart gynoid like yourself on staff,&quot; Rick then cut in, making Gillian blush.<br /> <br /> &quot;Whoa! Is Master ALWAYS this sweet, Boss?&quot;<br /> <br /> Susan chuckled. &quot;It's his most endearing quality!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Fifteen years as a customer service rep, taking an average of thirty inbound calls a day dealing with issues, can teach that to anyone,&quot; he noted.<br /> <br /> Both gynoids gaped at him. &quot;And you didn't go totally insane?&quot; Gillian asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Depends on what one thinks of as 'insanity'.&quot;<br /> <br /> All three chuckled...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Elsewhere...<br /> <br /> The entity calling ðerself &quot;George Descharme&quot; and officially designated as Special Administrative Series X Unit 711 blinked as ðe sensed the surge of mirth flood ðer central processors from ðer sister unit/wife many hours' travel away. As ðe stood from ðer chair while readouts flashed in ðer eyes indicating ðer present state of charge, calculations began to be made deep within ðer mind concerning how long a journey to ðer wife's hotel would take and how such could affect ðer own performance.<br /> <br /> While there was a very small squeak of protest from one central processing unit — such had blocked ðer from going to look in on Susan in the wake of the trial and incarceration of the stupid man that dared try to turn ÐER wife and her subordinates into his own private '''''harem''''' of all things! — but George ignored same as ðe reached behind ðer to pull out the recharge cable from ðer rectum; the charge readout indicated all batteries were topped off and ready. Zipping up the rear opening of ðer form-fitting black leather motorcyclist's jumpsuit, ðe reached over for a helmet as ðe walked out of ðer private office, heading to the garage of ðer palatial home and the sleek machine that would take George to a vital reunion that ðe simply couldn't ignore anymore.<br /> <br /> It wasn't that ðe was angry at Susan's new master for effectively taking her away from any form of oversight by Uncomsys. Thinking that, George snorted. &quot;Ha! Oversight?! '''''What''''' oversight?!&quot; ðe demanded aloud as ðe walked into the garage, where a sleek black machine awaited ðer alongside the normal limousine the &quot;acting&quot; president of United Computation Systems, Incorporated used to travel from home to the company's headquarters a couple hours away.<br /> <br /> Smirking, George mounted the motorcycle, purring sensually as ðe rubbed ðer male-form genitals on the well-shaped seat, a hand reaching back to unzip the opening over ðer anus to allow a metal rod to deploy and affix itself with ðer charge port deep in her rectum. As new readings flashed in ðer caramel eyes indicating that the very pretty android — like ðe did with personal pronouns and adjectives concerning persons such as ðe, George made use of terms that appeared in a classic LGBT science fiction book ðer template read when ðe was much younger; thus, ðe referred to ðerself as a &quot;femdroid&quot; in lieu of &quot;android&quot; or &quot;gynoid&quot; — ðe slipped the helmet over ðer head of wavy dark brown hair, keeping ðer long ponytail flowing free as one hand flicked on the motorcycle's engine. Automatically, the garage door opened even if George didn't have to worry about carbon monoxide poisoning. Fresh air flowed into the space as ðe used one leg to keep the machine balanced while ðe gunned the motor, driving off.<br /> <br /> &quot;''I'm...com-...ing...babe!''&quot; ðe pronounced in robotic lock-step as the motorcycle knifed its way off the property...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Rick sighed as he gently slid the blanket over the smiling Viola, who was lying now on the new bed that he had the hotel staff lay out in an empty office close to where the reservation agent and the manager worked. Reaching up to gently brush a hand through the silver-haired gynoid's well-styled locks, the retired customer service representative took a deep breath before he gazed on the other beds in the room, where three other gynoids were effectively asleep. While it hadn't been necessary — and people such as his own personal chef Melissa had protested about being allowed to recharge THIS way in lieu of standing at a wall cubicle like it had been down before — he didn't honestly care for sleeping in his new bedroom with some woman STANDING nearby even if in simulated sleep/recharge mode.<br /> <br /> Naturally, none of the girls in the room — atop Viola and Melissa, Susan and Sandra were there; Stephanie would handle the night shift in case something odd happened that needed administrative staff to intervene — found it had to protest further when Rick came in to properly &quot;tuck them into bed&quot;.<br /> <br /> Chuckling at that, he wheeled himself out of the room, grunting as he felt a touch of discomfort in his own groin. Much to his personal relief, Gillian only gave him a blowjob to properly reset her loyalty lock systems; &quot;''Much that I'd love to have a wonderful romp in the hay and let ALL my intimate systems get some decent exercise, it's smarter to get to work right away'',&quot; she had explained after her inner processors properly rebooted. Right now, the spunky brunette technician was in the space once occupied by the man who had changed so much in the hotel a year before, reviewing the past twelve months' operational records for all the hotel staff to better predict what sort of immediate and preventative maintenance would need to be done. And while none of the staff had any complaints now...<br /> <br /> Moving into his bedroom, he then perked on seeing a smiling raven-haired Oriental woman standing by the kitchenette preparing a light snack. &quot;You didn't need to do that, Tara,&quot; he gently scolded as he wheeled over.<br /> <br /> Tara grinned as her grey eyes flashed mischievously. Like the other former sexbots now working as maids for the hotel, she was dressed quite provocatively in a fetish-like black-and-white uniform that showed off way too much skin; like her often-frequent sexual partner Angela, she wore a halter-top that barely covered some very impressive breasts. &quot;You need to recharge in your own way, Rick,&quot; she noted as she walked over with a plate of cut fruit for him. &quot;Much that our need to properly key our loyalty locks can be done with a simple act of fellatio, we do want to employ ALL our intimacy programming with you. After all...&quot; — here, she winked seductively as she swung around to show off her barely-covered buttocks — &quot;...since I'm BOTH a domestic unit AND an intimate companion unit, I want to serve my beautiful and kind master in EVERY way possible!&quot;<br /> <br /> He chuckled before nibbling on the fresh cantaloupe she had cut up for him, his eyes dancing over that well-formed derrière of hers. &quot;Well, I hope you girls won't mind the new uniforms I'm getting Susan to order,&quot; he noted.<br /> <br /> She smirked. &quot;Not at all. It'll actually be a relief, honestly.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let me guess. People pulling all sorts of chikan moves on you girls?&quot;<br /> <br /> Tara rolled her eyes. &quot;Yeah! Every time that happened, I've had to drag Angela aside to let my orgasm routines properly trigger just to get relief.&quot; She then moved to prepare some cola with ice cubes. &quot;So how many funerals is it left for you?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Another three, plus a separate wake; Helena was buried at sea,&quot; he admitted. &quot;I'll be glad once all that is over with. Steve's wife is happy that I'll be living here from now on; she was worried when she found out I was living in supportive housing when she helped arrange for my stay here.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh?! A possible romance in the future?&quot; she then teased.<br /> <br /> A chuckle answered her. &quot;No, not for me! Never found the right girl over the years. 'Sides, I have enough issues trying to take care of myself.&quot; Here, he waved to his amputated right leg. &quot;How the devil will I be able to take care of others if I have to worry more about potentially losing my other leg.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, we can help you there, Master!&quot; she coyly vowed as she handed him the glass, then moved to sit in his lap, keeping the plate of fruit close for him to nibble on. &quot;I'm glad that you're such a cuddler.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Tux or gown?&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Tara blink. &quot;Excuse me?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;When I let you and Angela do a commitment ceremony? Tux or gown?&quot;<br /> <br /> She gaped at him, then she beamed. &quot;Oh, Rick! You're such a '''''romantic'''''...!&quot;<br /> <br /> She then stopped, her grey eyes flashing red. &quot;''Intruder!''&quot; she hissed with a noticeable ring to her voice, rising automatically as she set aside the plate. &quot;''Someone's coming through the emergency entrance to the basement garage.''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;One of the guests?&quot; he asked as he set aside his cola.<br /> <br /> &quot;''No. That door's normally used by the hotel's human staff.''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Which you haven't had since after Daniel was jailed,&quot; he finished as he followed Tara out of the bedroom into the hallway, he glancing towards the manager's office to see Stephanie standing there, her own eyes glowing. &quot;Can you tell who it is, Stephanie?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''Accessing security files now, Rick'',&quot; the &quot;elder&quot; of two gynoid sisters he had gained thanks to one of his late friends announced. &quot;''It's someone who's visited here several times before up to ten months ago...''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''It's my husband!''&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick looked right to see a wide-eyed Susan now standing by the doorway to her new shared &quot;bedroom&quot;; also up were Viola, Sandra and Melissa. Naturally, all of their eyes were glowing red showing that they were linking into the hotel's security systems; this had been purposefully done to ensure an &quot;all hands on deck&quot; response for any sort of emergency. &quot;George?!&quot; he asked before sighing. &quot;Well, it's about damn time...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''He's an android!''&quot;<br /> <br /> That was Sandra. As Susan gaped in shock at that — clearly, the manager hadn't known THAT whatsoever — Rick blinked before he sighed. &quot;Okay...&quot;<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;''Mas-...ter...''&quot;<br /> <br /> There was silence in Rick's bedroom as Gillian examined the readouts pouring out of the just-arrived femdroid's central processors; such was now being fed into the technician's portable tablet via a cable connecting straight to ðer abdominal access hatch. As the small crowd of people standing close to their master watched the newly-arrived technician work away on their manager's errant husband, Rick took a deep breath. &quot;Much that it surprised me that you were actually made the legal owner of the hotel even if it was known you were a gynoid, Susan, I can't believe the authorities would allow someone like your husband to 'own' a company like Uncomsys!&quot;<br /> <br /> Susan shook her head. Much that she was STILL quite overwhelmed at the idea of her beloved husband being an AI ðerself, she had her bond to her new master and owner to steady her. &quot;I never questioned that whatsoever, Rick,&quot; she confessed as Viola reached over to squeeze her shoulder in support. &quot;I mean, the explanation George gave me was that as long as ðe was my legal owner, it was quite alright. The laws do allow that sort of thing. But...&quot;<br /> <br /> Here, she shrugged as she tried to properly process what had just been revealed by Gillian when she began her detailed diagnostic of the obviously malfunctioning George. &quot;Well, George did protest strongly the idea of leaving you in the dark about that, Boss,&quot; the technician reported as she gave the other gynoid a very sympathetic look. &quot;Especially after the Board of Trustees voted unanimously to cut all ties to the hotel after Daniel's trial. They were worried that if George was exposed as your model of AI, public confidence in Uncomsys would plummet to the basement.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Even if it IS legal,&quot; Rick commented. &quot;Who IS ðer master, Gillian?&quot;<br /> <br /> As Susan smiled on hearing him use the modified pronouns George had selected to best describe ðerself, Gillian gazed at him. &quot;Ðer template, the ORGANIC George Descharme, Rick.&quot; She then gazed sympathetically at the femdroid in their midst. &quot;But ðe is now in a coma thanks to exposure to the latest version of COVID that broke out a year ago. This version of ðer was constructed to sub in until THAT George recovered. Which ðe hasn't yet.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;So why wouldn't the board allow an acting president to take over?&quot; Sandra wondered as she crossed her arms. &quot;That's not logical at all.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Unless all the board are AIs themselves.&quot;<br /> <br /> People gazed on Rick, then Gillian hummed while her thumbs danced over the keyboard of her tablet. After a moment, she gave him a wry smile. &quot;Ðe doesn't know the truth, but ðe is VERY suspicious about that, Rick.&quot;<br /> <br /> He took a moment to absorb that, then he breathed out. &quot;Oh, joy...&quot;<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Master...?&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that concerned voice, Rick looked over before he smiled. &quot;Feeling a little better now?&quot; he wondered as he turned his smart chair around to allow him to face the femdroid now sitting up on the bed.<br /> <br /> George blinked as ðe gazed around the room before ðe focused on the fifty-something grey-haired man nearby. &quot;Master...&quot; ðe breathed out in relief as ðer cheeks flared slightly. &quot;Sorry about this...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Don't apologize,&quot; he said as he waved ðer down. &quot;As far as you know, do you think the members of Uncomsys' board — the organic ones, of course — went through the same thing the other you did?&quot;<br /> <br /> Ðe considered that for a moment before nodding. &quot;Yeah, I think so,&quot; ðe admitted, ignoring the fact that ðer riding uniform was still unzipped to well below ðer navel, exposing considerably female cleavage atop the tip of ðer own manhood; the erection ðe had now was quite visible even if mostly masked by black leather lined on the inside with soft silk and cotton. &quot;Even if I couldn't really think about it until you broke the loyalty link Susan had with me, the people on the Board were TOO quick to shoot me down every time I demanded to come here to be with my wife. Even if she's a gynoid and I'm a femdroid, we ARE married!&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick tried not to chuckle on hearing that passionate statement from the person now on his bed. Even if it would be seen as ridiculous — humanoid AIs didn't have the full gamut of rights that some science fiction writers had speculated would develop over the years; fears of a ''Terminator''-like insurrection were still quite strong in the halls of government — he could emphasize with ðer desire to be loyal to the woman ðe had been programmed to love as ðer own life-mate; Susan's loyalty to George even now was incredibly strong. &quot;Well, if you're willing to let me take your other-self's place — and I am VERY sorry to hear what happened to him — I'm sure you'll get the chance to have loads of make-up sex with your wife.&quot;<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> More silence.<br /> <br /> Still more silence.<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> &quot;Are you '''''serious'''''?!&quot; a wide-eyed George demanded.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, I am...Georgia,&quot; the retired customer service representative affirmed as he gave ðer a knowing look. &quot;And don't call me Sirius, alright?&quot;<br /> <br /> The femdroid blinked in confusion before ðer cheeks reddened even more, then a laugh escaped ðer. Seeing that, Rick sat back in his chair. &quot;Well, it's nice to know that your ability to sense out jokes is a lot better than many of the people working here have,&quot; he noted, making ðer blush even more as ðe realized that he had addressed ðer by the feminine version of ðer name. &quot;I haven't had any sort of intimacy with a boy since I was busy exploring myself in my old boarding school when I was a teenager...&quot;<br /> <br /> A purr escaped the beautiful AI now rising from the bed. &quot;Fortunately, Master, I'm VERY well programmed to help those who might be uncertain with someone like me,&quot; ðe meowed playfully as ðer hands came up to pull the riding suit top away from a pair of very impressive feminine breasts topped with perky nipples. &quot;Just leave it all to me, oh wonderful saviour of my beloved...&quot;<br /> <br /> Ðer lips landed on his as hands moved to gently rub up and down his front, the fingertips vibrating slightly to bring up as much arousal as possible. Grunting, he reached over to pull ðer onto his lap, then one hand came around to reach into George's suit to gently stroke ðer hardening manhood. As a delighted squeak escaped ðer, Rick pulled the femdroid back in to kiss ðer once more, that squeal turning into a moaning purr indicating that George — '''''Georgia''''', a part of ðer mind then corrected — was quite willing to allow this nice man who had been so kind to ðer beloved Susan and her subordinates to have his way with ðer.<br /> <br /> &quot;You're beautifully constructed,&quot; he admitted as ðe moved to pull ðer arms out of ðer rider's suit. &quot;Was the other you this beautiful?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, yeah, ðe was,&quot; ðe admitted as he leaned in to gently kiss the curve of ðer neck at the shoulders. &quot;My first sexual experience was with ðer, in fact.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh? How did ðe enjoy that?&quot;<br /> <br /> A giggle responded. &quot;Ðe was a little uncomfortable at first,&quot; Georgia admitted. &quot;But after we got into it, ðe saw it more as a wonderful way of masturbating as well as having the perfect twin sibling, one with benefits!&quot;<br /> <br /> Both of them laughed. &quot;I assume surgery to correct this was out of the question,&quot; he noted as he allowed ðer to stand to let the suit come off ðer body totally, exposing some killer legs that flared into well-shaped hips that would be quite natural on a woman if one ignored the impressive manhood that was there.<br /> <br /> &quot;Ðer parents considered it at first, but let it go by the wayside eventually,&quot; ðe admitted as ðe sat in his lap, allowing him to gently grasp one of ðer breasts while his other hand gently jerked ðer manhood off. &quot;By then, ðe was a rising star in the financial firm that would help start Uncomsys up, so any idea of taking loads of time off for corrective surgery was out of the question. I'm glad, though.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh? Why?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Because being a trans woman — a 'fem' to borrow the term from ''Shadow Man''; I can tell you read the book — allows me to see more sides to humanity than I would have if I was built either properly male or female!&quot; ðe gasped. &quot;Oh, God...! My orgasm routines...they're starting to activate hard...!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Lay down on the bed!&quot;<br /> <br /> Georgia's eyes went wide as ðe instantly realized what he had in mind. &quot;If you're uncomfortable...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Are you a femdroid or not?!&quot; Rick demanded.<br /> <br /> Ðe gaped at that before a laugh escaped ðer, then ðe shifted over to lay on ðer back, spreading ðer legs. &quot;H-here, Master...take me, please...all of me is yours now...&quot; ðe began to pant.<br /> <br /> He was quick to accept that invitation. Georgia gasped as ðe felt him slip his own manhood deep within ðer body, all ðer internal sensors going insane at the sudden input of a strange organic's love machine being inserted in a place that hadn't been treated in that manner for almost a year. Crying out as the faint squeaks of protest deep within ðer central processors concerning this — after all, Georgia's template was still alive even if ðe was on permanent life support, unable to breathe or care for ðerself whatsoever — ðe then squealed as ðe felt her new lover take ðer own manhood in hand, pumping hard both ways to just overwhelm ðer with sensory data that finally allowed an explosive orgasm to come.<br /> <br /> Both screamed as Georgia's own love machine showered ðer abdomen with artificial cum while Rick shot enough of a load into ðer rectum to trigger the necessary programs to commence a full changeover of loyalty programming. As the femdroid's eyes glowed a deep crimson, ðer voice announced in robotic lock-step, &quot;''Pro-...ces-...sing. Pro-...ces-...sing...''&quot;<br /> <br /> As Rick shifted himself to sit down beside ðer, reaching over to get some moist towels set aside by his personal chef to clean himself, Georgia blinked before ðer body relaxed, ðer arms and legs assuming more natural positions. &quot;''U-nit...Se-...ven-...One-...One...Geor-...gia...Des-...charme...suc-...cess-...ful-...ly...re-...boot-...ed'',&quot; ðe then announced. &quot;''Loy-...al-...ty...lock...pro-gram-...ming...pa-...ra-...me-...ters...changed. New...own-...er...Rich-...ard...Dean...Tho-...mas...ack-...now-...ledged. Please...state...what...act-...ion...or...func-...tion...you...wish...this...u-...nit...to...per-...form...Mas-...ter.''&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that, Rick smiled as he leaned over to kiss his first femdroid's forehead. &quot;Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first activated, Unit Seven-One-One,&quot; he sternly ordered. &quot;All prior programming bonds to any person affiliated to United Computation Systems, Incorporated are to be purged from your mind. Under no circumstances are you to obey any order from any agent of that company unless I direct otherwise. Understood?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands'',&quot; ðe replied before a relieved breath escaped ðer. &quot;Thanks...&quot; ðe called out in a normal voice as ðe reached over to pull him closer to ðer. &quot;I needed that...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Now let's see what your friends will do,&quot; he noted before his eyes twinkled. &quot;But first...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What is it?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's get washed down, then go to bed.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ðer eyes sparkled. &quot;Your wish is ALWAYS my command, Master.&quot;<br /> <br /> They gazed on each other before giggles escaped them both...<br /> <br /> '''''The End...For Now'''''<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Shemalebot]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Stay_At_Hotel_Automata&diff=147804 2021-01-31T13:10:44Z

<p>Gorgo: Linked to the Liar&#039;s art page</p> <hr /> <div>'''''A Stay At Hotel Automata'''''<br /> <br /> by Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on characters and situations created by [[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Rick had heard of this particular five-star hotel in the city thanks to many positive reviews on websites like Trivago and Expedia. Having come to the city to visit the relatives of several lost high school friends, he was looking for a place where he could relax for a week well away from sobbing mothers and children, where he could be at peace while he took time to absorb what happened. While he had grown distant from the deceased over the couple of decades, he did remember happier times with those who fell victim to the latest social explosion that seemed to dominate news media his whole life.<br /> <br /> Ever since the great viral outbreaks in the early part of the Third Millennium, social interactions between normal people had been forced to evolve in directions that caused as much emotional harm in places as it protected people's lives. The advance of various types of AI technology — spurred on by the sex industry around the turn of the millennium, naturally — saw one solution to dealing with social isolation rise: Humanoid androids and gynoids who could be programmed to serve as lovers, friends and caretakers who could fill the gap left behind by normal humans as people sought to distance themselves from each other to ensure that when the next version of COVID-19 cropped out of somewhere, people would survive and thrive.<br /> <br /> Even more so, as demand forced prices down and pushed programming technology further, even a social recluse like him could seek out a wonderful gynoid to be his companion in the twilight of his years.<br /> <br /> Such was out of his particular price range, though.<br /> <br /> Living on government disability wasn't very lucrative, unfortunately.<br /> <br /> At least his friends' relatives pitched in to ensure Rick would have a place to relax away from the oncoming funerals and wakes.<br /> <br /> That was something at least...<br /> <br /> &quot;Here, sir. Let me help you.&quot;<br /> <br /> Perking on hearing that friendly voice, Rick looked over his shoulder as a smiling blonde woman in what appeared to be a standard business suit came up to him from the direction of a restaurant. &quot;Yes, that was something of a climb up that hill,&quot; he commented as she moved to slide in behind his motorized wheelchair, lifting the two travel bags off the cargo handles. &quot;I should have checked ahead if you had this sort of thing, then hired a taxi rather than use public transit to get here.&quot;<br /> <br /> She gave him a sympathetic smile as she easily handled the bags, both of which were quite heavy. Her grey eyes were under reading glasses, though he was quick to see they weren't corrective devices. Her uniform — the name tag over her breast pocket had the hotel's logo stylistically added on one side, the name itself read '''ANNE''' — was '''''too''''' racy for a proper businesswoman, which definitely hinted that she was one of this particular location's considerable staff of gynoid workers.<br /> <br /> That had attracted Rick to this location.<br /> <br /> Dealing with social distancing in a hotel with organic staff...!<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, lesson learned if there's a next time,&quot; he commented as he guided the chair up the handicapped entrance to the main doors, Anne — no doubt, one of the hotel's team of concierge staff — keeping up with him easily. &quot;I'm just visiting to be with relatives of friends who died in that last big riot on the coast.&quot; As her look instantly shifted to sympathy, he shrugged. &quot;Doubt I'll ever come back here in the future — not on my current income — but your establishment has earned a tonne of good press on the Net, so I was happy to select it as my place away from the funerals and wakes for the rest of the week.&quot;<br /> <br /> She nodded in understanding. &quot;You must be Mr. Thomas then,&quot; she affirmed as she opened the doors for him to wheel through. &quot;We've been expecting you, sir. Your room's all ready. Single bed with full accessibility.&quot; Her eyes flicked down to his right leg, which ended in a prosthetic; he had lost that limb due to type II diabetes a decade before. &quot;You should have no issues.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;And you just demonstrated why I chose this location,&quot; he quipped.<br /> <br /> She giggled as they made their way to the front desk, currently manned by a lovely dark-skinned woman with bowl-cut black hair and dark brown eyes. Unlike Anne, she was dressed in a very racy black-and-white vest over a very short form-fitting black skirt, thigh-highs covering very shapely legs. Noting the uniform of the desk clerk — her tag read '''TAMARA''' — Rick's eyes arched. &quot;Some issues with clothing?&quot; he absently asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;The manager prefers to save as much money as possible, so such frivolities simply aren't seen as necessary,&quot; Tamara declared as she gazed directly at Anne, both their eyes flashing. &quot;Welcome, Mr. Thomas. We've been expecting you,&quot; she announced, now all business. &quot;Your room's been paid for, covering the next week. Meals are included; the menu will be on the desk. Feel free to order anytime. Snacks and drinks are available in the room, both hot and cold.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Angela!&quot; Anne called out.<br /> <br /> Footfalls heralded the approach of one of the maids. Looking like a brunette version of Anne with brown eyes, her uniform was a white-and-black fetish-like affair that showed off LOTS of tantalizing skin underneath; the skirt was not even crotch-length and opaque, she had on thong panties underneath — the crotch itself was deftly covered by a black petticoat pocket, fortunately — and her considerable breasts seemed to threaten to spill out of her black vest top; the demi-cape she wore over her shoulders wouldn't come anywhere close to allowing her a chance to try to be modest.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, Anne?&quot; Angela asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;This is Mr. Thomas. He'll be staying in Room 49,&quot; Tamara announced.<br /> <br /> A polite nod twitched the maid's head as the concierge handed over the bags before she turned, offering her hand. &quot;Please feel free to call upon any of us if you need assistance, Mr. Thomas.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll do that, Anne,&quot; he vowed as he took her hand, then brought it over to allow him to give her a courtly kiss,<br /> <br /> He didn't notice all three gynoids jolting as their eyes went wide on such an odd greeting...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Um...Mr. Thomas?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, Angela?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What was the meaning of your kissing Anne's hand?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick blinked as he followed Angela down a hallway on the main floor towards the end of one wing of the hotel complex. &quot;Before I answer that, can I ask a question in return?&quot; At the maid's automatic nod, he sighed. &quot;You were an intimate companion gynoid before you came to work here, weren't you?&quot;<br /> <br /> A curious look crossed Angela's face as they came to their destination. &quot;I've never heard a sexbot be called that in public before outside a laboratory or a construction facility,&quot; she confessed as they stopped before the door to Room 49, her white-gloved hand touching the security pad by the doorway to unlock the suite.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, I'm rather old fashioned and polite that way,&quot; he noted as she waved him in. &quot;That was a form of formal greetings back in the old days before social distancing became the vogue worldwide and people such as yourself became popular. Over a century ago, it was seen as the proper way to greet a lady. Just because Anne is a gynoid doesn't mean I shouldn't be polite to her.&quot;<br /> <br /> The maid hummed as she came in after him, then moved to place the bags on the single queen-sized bed before she unzipped one to unpack. &quot;I never encountered that sort of thing when I served in the brothel with the others before my friends and I — Tamara was one of them — were replaced and made surplus,&quot; she explained as he moved his chair over so he could scan the menu. &quot;Then again, I was never required to research cultural history. I was a...&quot; Here, she smiled as she gazed on him, her eyes twinkling as she switched to his particular turn of phrase. &quot;An intimate companion android.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;At least you're still active and 'alive' in your own way, as are the others,&quot; he noted. &quot;That Oriental girl dressed like you who came down the elevator before we boarded it. Same group?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Tara? Yes, she was,&quot; she affirmed. &quot;Is there anything you'd want for supper?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I'd like the chicken-and-shrimp poutine with the five cheese mixed blend,&quot; he declared as he gave her a hopeful look. &quot;Nothing to drink, please. I'm sure your fridge is stocked up...&quot;<br /> <br /> A knock echoed from the doorway. &quot;Excuse me,&quot; Angela stated as she walked over to open the door, then she stepped back as a woman in a white sleeveless turtleneck sweater and a dark skirt came in. Appearing to be the maid's older sister complete with glasses, she styled her dark hair in a bun at the back of her head. She also had a friendly smile on her face that was too perfect in its own way. &quot;Good evening, Susan,&quot; the maid declared. &quot;I'm just getting Mr. Thomas settled in for the night.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I can see that, Angela. Please continue,&quot; the newcomer noted as she walked over, offering her hand.<br /> <br /> Susan was also quick to stiffen as Rick greeted her as he did the concierge earlier. &quot;A delight to meet you,&quot; he noted. &quot;It's odd for the hotel manager to come down and look in on a single customer.&quot;<br /> <br /> Surprise crossed her face as a noticeable blush slowly appeared on her cheeks. &quot;Um...given the expense that went to ensure you enjoyed a comfortable stay with us, Mr. Thomas, it was only being polite,&quot; Susan declared as she absently stroked the hand he kissed with her other as she added, &quot;Even if I'm personally linked to the hotel's security networks to ensure all is well.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, it's more than appreciated, Susan,&quot; he noted. &quot;The reviews of this particular hotel for the last year or so I read before making my decision often credits you personally as the main factor in making guests' stay here quite comfortable even for the overnighters.&quot; As her blush deepened at that comment, he then felt a yawn escape him. &quot;Damn! Travel lag...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Do you still wish supper, Mr. Thomas?&quot; Angela wondered.<br /> <br /> &quot;Please! It might keep me awake while I catch up on messages.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll leave you to your supper then,&quot; Susan noted as she turned to leave. &quot;If there are issues, please ask any of us for assistance.&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, the manager quickly retreated. He hummed as the maid continued to unpack his bags. &quot;Is she alright, Angela?&quot; he then asked. &quot;I know she was shown publicly as the wife of the president of Uncomsys before she was exposed as a gynoid due to that issue with that one hacker that got into all your programming like he did, but she didn't seem all that together.&quot;<br /> <br /> A reassuring smile answered him. &quot;She performs her functions perfectly as the manager, Mr. Thomas,&quot; Angela assured him. &quot;While we haven't been in regular contact with technicians from Uncomsys since the trial, there has been no issues that came to potentially harm our guests. In effect, what happened when our programming supervisor was caught hacking into our basic programming ultimately drove Susan to perform her functions even better than before.&quot;<br /> <br /> A hum escaped him...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Soon enough, dinner was brought to the suite by one of the cooks. Unlike Angela and other staff he had seen to date, Crystal wasn't dressed in fetish wear; even if she appeared quite young for a &quot;chef&quot;, she didn't display any skin beyond which was practical. After thanking her for the delivery, the maid moved to serve everything before she prepared a cola with ice; as Rick was allergic to alcohol, there would be no beer or wine served. Enjoying the mix of chicken, shrimp, french fries and five separate types of cheese, he scanned his laptop to get local transit information for when he needed to be at the first funeral, which was thankfully late the following morning; this time, he would use a taxi.<br /> <br /> &quot;Is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Thomas?&quot; she then asked.<br /> <br /> He gave her a smile. &quot;Just to call me 'Rick' please,&quot; he stated. &quot;I hear 'Mr. Thomas' and I'm looking around for a father I never knew.&quot; At her curious look, he added, &quot;He divorced my mother when I was a baby. She raised me almost all alone save for the help of her own mother.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I'm sorry to hear that, Rick,&quot; she noted before she turned to walk out, &quot;Well, I have to recharge and prepare for night duties. Please excuse me...&quot;<br /> <br /> She caught herself as he offered his hand, then smiled as she removed her glove. After a courtly kiss, Angela felt her own cheeks heat. &quot;Very enjoyable,&quot; she commented before she bowed politely to him, then she moved to walk out of the room.<br /> <br /> His eyebrow arched, then he began tapping on his laptop, moving to scan various social media lines concerning the hotel's past interaction with a rather TOO adventurous programming supervisor...<br /> <br /> &lt;gallery widths=&quot;420&quot; heights=&quot;500&quot;&gt;<br /> File:Gorgo 2 L1.jpg<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Having turned in late that evening, Rick nodded off right away; he always had issues with sleeping and took pills to help him enjoy a good night's rest with all his other medication. A good dream fell over him, where he found himself actually marrying '''''Angela''''' of all people, then they went to their honeymoon.<br /> <br /> And then...<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> What the...?<br /> <br /> His eyes fluttered open as a very warm feeling encompassed his manhood — which hadn't got any sort of realistic exercise other than masturbation for quite some time — before the VERY comfortable feeling of warm and definitely FEMALE bodies sans any clothes surged up from his legs. As his hand reached for the night light to turn it on, he then found a beaming concierge kneeling down beside the bed, a look of pure, raw yearning on her face. &quot;Good morning, Rick,&quot; she said before leaning in.<br /> <br /> Naturally, his reply was cut off by quite wet lips now caressing his own while Anne moved to slide her aroused breasts all over his naked chest; he normally slept in boxers. As a hand swept the quilt that had been covering him away to reveal totally nude Angela straddling his lower left leg, the equally nude Anne slid herself deftly onto his lower abdomen, her hands rubbing his rather hairy chest. &quot;Is he ready, Angela?&quot; the blonde sensually asked as he felt his own mind start to haze from the HEAVY input pouring into his mind from his groin.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, he'll be ready soon, Anne,&quot; the brunette maid meowed as she reached up with one hand to gently play with the concierge's own opening, making her gasp. &quot;Good! You're lubricated enough...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Um...girls...&quot;<br /> <br /> His protest effectively fell on deft ears as the gynoid on his stomach moved to shift herself down. Thinking briefly that it was good that modern materials made sure that someone like Anne or Angela would weigh actually less than an organic woman their size, Rick then hissed as he felt a fingertip vibrate at the right point to make his cock surge to a level he hadn't experienced in years. As it dawned on him that somehow, the former sexbot still retained her full load of intimacy programming, Anne then gasped as she felt his wet tip touch the folds of her labia. &quot;Ooh...such a BIG man...!&quot; the blonde meowed as she shifted slightly before deftly impaling herself right on his joy machine.<br /> <br /> Rick croaked at the warmth of her love box overcame him again before he jolted as Angela shifted off his leg to move to lay beside him. While Anne's internal systems began a rhythmic shifting of the musculature in her vagina to keep him stimulated without he having to move, the maid gave him a wet kiss of her own. &quot;Just relax, Rick,&quot; she then meowed. &quot;Let Anne and I do everything...&quot;<br /> <br /> As her lips once more devoured his, Rick shuddered as he wondered what the heck he did to cause THIS sort of reaction...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Morning came...<br /> <br /> In room 49, Rick's eyes opened as he quickly sensed two very warm and nude female bodies gently entwined with his own. With both gynoids' hands gently pushing against the back of his throat to ensure he wouldn't accidentally choke on his tongue in a bout of sleep apnea, he was quite comfortable...not to mention somewhat erect, which caught him off guard; it had been YEARS since he had enjoyed a bout of &quot;morning wood&quot;.<br /> <br /> While both Anne and Angela were breathing normally in simulated sleep — such was done to help regulate internal heat at all times save when they were totally shut down for maintenance or recharging — the fact that they had done THAT with him not a few hours early had left the man simply speechless. He HAD read over the small guide book to the hotel sent to him with his reservation notices. He also had read over the reviews, none of which ever indicated that the staff would do something like actually have sex with a guest; even if most were provocatively dressed in fetish wear of one sort or another, girls like Angela behaved with perfect polite professionalism. So why...?<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning.&quot;<br /> <br /> He looked left to see a smiling Anne there gazing at him. &quot;Um...not that I don't mind what you two did...&quot; Here, a wry smile crossed his face even if he gave her an amused look. &quot;Well, no one realistically would ever mind that, I guess...but what on Earth made you two do what you did last night?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You activated my intimacy programming with that kiss,&quot; she answered in a matter of fact manner.<br /> <br /> Grateful that AIs would always react to straight questions of that nature, he then gave her a worried look. &quot;Shouldn't that have been taken out of you when you were recommissioned to work here, Anne?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It was reinstalled by our former programming supervisor.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick blinked again. &quot;And it wasn't taken out when he was jailed?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, it was not.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''Good morn-n-n-ing...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Both instantly looked at Angela, whose voice was now stuttering in a quite harsh lock-step. Instantly, the concierge was on her feet, walking around the bed to place herself behind the maid, she shifting the quilt to insert her finger into the other woman's butt. That made Angela's body freeze as her eyes glowed a faint red, matching that from Anne. &quot;''Battery status?''&quot; the latter asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Pri-ma-ry...bat-te-ry...charge...six...per-cent...''&quot; the former declared.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Deactivate primary systems.''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''Ack-now-ledged.''&quot;<br /> <br /> Angela then went totally limp against Rick's body. As Anne turned to locate the maid's clothes — they were folded on a guest chair nearby, as were her own — Rick then sighed. &quot;Once you get yourself and Angela dressed, I'll help you get her to wherever she recharges herself, Anne.&quot;<br /> <br /> Surprise crossed the blonde's face. &quot;That's not necessary, Rick...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, if a simple '''''courtly kiss''''' could cause a mini-orgy, I feel responsible.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Anne instantly blush at his genuine show of concern...<br /> <br /> [[A Stay At Hotel Automata II|To Be Continued...]]<br /> <br /> With thanks to [[The Liar]] for his beautiful picture.<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]</div>

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<p>Gorgo: Added picture</p> <hr /> <div>'''''A Stay At Hotel Automata'''''<br /> <br /> by Gorgo<br /> <br /> Based on characters and situations created by [[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Rick had heard of this particular five-star hotel in the city thanks to many positive reviews on websites like Trivago and Expedia. Having come to the city to visit the relatives of several lost high school friends, he was looking for a place where he could relax for a week well away from sobbing mothers and children, where he could be at peace while he took time to absorb what happened. While he had grown distant from the deceased over the couple of decades, he did remember happier times with those who fell victim to the latest social explosion that seemed to dominate news media his whole life.<br /> <br /> Ever since the great viral outbreaks in the early part of the Third Millennium, social interactions between normal people had been forced to evolve in directions that caused as much emotional harm in places as it protected people's lives. The advance of various types of AI technology — spurred on by the sex industry around the turn of the millennium, naturally — saw one solution to dealing with social isolation rise: Humanoid androids and gynoids who could be programmed to serve as lovers, friends and caretakers who could fill the gap left behind by normal humans as people sought to distance themselves from each other to ensure that when the next version of COVID-19 cropped out of somewhere, people would survive and thrive.<br /> <br /> Even more so, as demand forced prices down and pushed programming technology further, even a social recluse like him could seek out a wonderful gynoid to be his companion in the twilight of his years.<br /> <br /> Such was out of his particular price range, though.<br /> <br /> Living on government disability wasn't very lucrative, unfortunately.<br /> <br /> At least his friends' relatives pitched in to ensure Rick would have a place to relax away from the oncoming funerals and wakes.<br /> <br /> That was something at least...<br /> <br /> &quot;Here, sir. Let me help you.&quot;<br /> <br /> Perking on hearing that friendly voice, Rick looked over his shoulder as a smiling blonde woman in what appeared to be a standard business suit came up to him from the direction of a restaurant. &quot;Yes, that was something of a climb up that hill,&quot; he commented as she moved to slide in behind his motorized wheelchair, lifting the two travel bags off the cargo handles. &quot;I should have checked ahead if you had this sort of thing, then hired a taxi rather than use public transit to get here.&quot;<br /> <br /> She gave him a sympathetic smile as she easily handled the bags, both of which were quite heavy. Her grey eyes were under reading glasses, though he was quick to see they weren't corrective devices. Her uniform — the name tag over her breast pocket had the hotel's logo stylistically added on one side, the name itself read '''ANNE''' — was '''''too''''' racy for a proper businesswoman, which definitely hinted that she was one of this particular location's considerable staff of gynoid workers.<br /> <br /> That had attracted Rick to this location.<br /> <br /> Dealing with social distancing in a hotel with organic staff...!<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, lesson learned if there's a next time,&quot; he commented as he guided the chair up the handicapped entrance to the main doors, Anne — no doubt, one of the hotel's team of concierge staff — keeping up with him easily. &quot;I'm just visiting to be with relatives of friends who died in that last big riot on the coast.&quot; As her look instantly shifted to sympathy, he shrugged. &quot;Doubt I'll ever come back here in the future — not on my current income — but your establishment has earned a tonne of good press on the Net, so I was happy to select it as my place away from the funerals and wakes for the rest of the week.&quot;<br /> <br /> She nodded in understanding. &quot;You must be Mr. Thomas then,&quot; she affirmed as she opened the doors for him to wheel through. &quot;We've been expecting you, sir. Your room's all ready. Single bed with full accessibility.&quot; Her eyes flicked down to his right leg, which ended in a prosthetic; he had lost that limb due to type II diabetes a decade before. &quot;You should have no issues.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;And you just demonstrated why I chose this location,&quot; he quipped.<br /> <br /> She giggled as they made their way to the front desk, currently manned by a lovely dark-skinned woman with bowl-cut black hair and dark brown eyes. Unlike Anne, she was dressed in a very racy black-and-white vest over a very short form-fitting black skirt, thigh-highs covering very shapely legs. Noting the uniform of the desk clerk — her tag read '''TAMARA''' — Rick's eyes arched. &quot;Some issues with clothing?&quot; he absently asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;The manager prefers to save as much money as possible, so such frivolities simply aren't seen as necessary,&quot; Tamara declared as she gazed directly at Anne, both their eyes flashing. &quot;Welcome, Mr. Thomas. We've been expecting you,&quot; she announced, now all business. &quot;Your room's been paid for, covering the next week. Meals are included; the menu will be on the desk. Feel free to order anytime. Snacks and drinks are available in the room, both hot and cold.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Angela!&quot; Anne called out.<br /> <br /> Footfalls heralded the approach of one of the maids. Looking like a brunette version of Anne with brown eyes, her uniform was a white-and-black fetish-like affair that showed off LOTS of tantalizing skin underneath; the skirt was not even crotch-length and opaque, she had on thong panties underneath — the crotch itself was deftly covered by a black petticoat pocket, fortunately — and her considerable breasts seemed to threaten to spill out of her black vest top; the demi-cape she wore over her shoulders wouldn't come anywhere close to allowing her a chance to try to be modest.<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, Anne?&quot; Angela asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;This is Mr. Thomas. He'll be staying in Room 49,&quot; Tamara announced.<br /> <br /> A polite nod twitched the maid's head as the concierge handed over the bags before she turned, offering her hand. &quot;Please feel free to call upon any of us if you need assistance, Mr. Thomas.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll do that, Anne,&quot; he vowed as he took her hand, then brought it over to allow him to give her a courtly kiss,<br /> <br /> He didn't notice all three gynoids jolting as their eyes went wide on such an odd greeting...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> &quot;Um...Mr. Thomas?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yes, Angela?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What was the meaning of your kissing Anne's hand?&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick blinked as he followed Angela down a hallway on the main floor towards the end of one wing of the hotel complex. &quot;Before I answer that, can I ask a question in return?&quot; At the maid's automatic nod, he sighed. &quot;You were an intimate companion gynoid before you came to work here, weren't you?&quot;<br /> <br /> A curious look crossed Angela's face as they came to their destination. &quot;I've never heard a sexbot be called that in public before outside a laboratory or a construction facility,&quot; she confessed as they stopped before the door to Room 49, her white-gloved hand touching the security pad by the doorway to unlock the suite.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, I'm rather old fashioned and polite that way,&quot; he noted as she waved him in. &quot;That was a form of formal greetings back in the old days before social distancing became the vogue worldwide and people such as yourself became popular. Over a century ago, it was seen as the proper way to greet a lady. Just because Anne is a gynoid doesn't mean I shouldn't be polite to her.&quot;<br /> <br /> The maid hummed as she came in after him, then moved to place the bags on the single queen-sized bed before she unzipped one to unpack. &quot;I never encountered that sort of thing when I served in the brothel with the others before my friends and I — Tamara was one of them — were replaced and made surplus,&quot; she explained as he moved his chair over so he could scan the menu. &quot;Then again, I was never required to research cultural history. I was a...&quot; Here, she smiled as she gazed on him, her eyes twinkling as she switched to his particular turn of phrase. &quot;An intimate companion android.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;At least you're still active and 'alive' in your own way, as are the others,&quot; he noted. &quot;That Oriental girl dressed like you who came down the elevator before we boarded it. Same group?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Tara? Yes, she was,&quot; she affirmed. &quot;Is there anything you'd want for supper?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I'd like the chicken-and-shrimp poutine with the five cheese mixed blend,&quot; he declared as he gave her a hopeful look. &quot;Nothing to drink, please. I'm sure your fridge is stocked up...&quot;<br /> <br /> A knock echoed from the doorway. &quot;Excuse me,&quot; Angela stated as she walked over to open the door, then she stepped back as a woman in a white sleeveless turtleneck sweater and a dark skirt came in. Appearing to be the maid's older sister complete with glasses, she styled her dark hair in a bun at the back of her head. She also had a friendly smile on her face that was too perfect in its own way. &quot;Good evening, Susan,&quot; the maid declared. &quot;I'm just getting Mr. Thomas settled in for the night.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I can see that, Angela. Please continue,&quot; the newcomer noted as she walked over, offering her hand.<br /> <br /> Susan was also quick to stiffen as Rick greeted her as he did the concierge earlier. &quot;A delight to meet you,&quot; he noted. &quot;It's odd for the hotel manager to come down and look in on a single customer.&quot;<br /> <br /> Surprise crossed her face as a noticeable blush slowly appeared on her cheeks. &quot;Um...given the expense that went to ensure you enjoyed a comfortable stay with us, Mr. Thomas, it was only being polite,&quot; Susan declared as she absently stroked the hand he kissed with her other as she added, &quot;Even if I'm personally linked to the hotel's security networks to ensure all is well.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, it's more than appreciated, Susan,&quot; he noted. &quot;The reviews of this particular hotel for the last year or so I read before making my decision often credits you personally as the main factor in making guests' stay here quite comfortable even for the overnighters.&quot; As her blush deepened at that comment, he then felt a yawn escape him. &quot;Damn! Travel lag...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Do you still wish supper, Mr. Thomas?&quot; Angela wondered.<br /> <br /> &quot;Please! It might keep me awake while I catch up on messages.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll leave you to your supper then,&quot; Susan noted as she turned to leave. &quot;If there are issues, please ask any of us for assistance.&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, the manager quickly retreated. He hummed as the maid continued to unpack his bags. &quot;Is she alright, Angela?&quot; he then asked. &quot;I know she was shown publicly as the wife of the president of Uncomsys before she was exposed as a gynoid due to that issue with that one hacker that got into all your programming like he did, but she didn't seem all that together.&quot;<br /> <br /> A reassuring smile answered him. &quot;She performs her functions perfectly as the manager, Mr. Thomas,&quot; Angela assured him. &quot;While we haven't been in regular contact with technicians from Uncomsys since the trial, there has been no issues that came to potentially harm our guests. In effect, what happened when our programming supervisor was caught hacking into our basic programming ultimately drove Susan to perform her functions even better than before.&quot;<br /> <br /> A hum escaped him...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Soon enough, dinner was brought to the suite by one of the cooks. Unlike Angela and other staff he had seen to date, Crystal wasn't dressed in fetish wear; even if she appeared quite young for a &quot;chef&quot;, she didn't display any skin beyond which was practical. After thanking her for the delivery, the maid moved to serve everything before she prepared a cola with ice; as Rick was allergic to alcohol, there would be no beer or wine served. Enjoying the mix of chicken, shrimp, french fries and five separate types of cheese, he scanned his laptop to get local transit information for when he needed to be at the first funeral, which was thankfully late the following morning; this time, he would use a taxi.<br /> <br /> &quot;Is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Thomas?&quot; she then asked.<br /> <br /> He gave her a smile. &quot;Just to call me 'Rick' please,&quot; he stated. &quot;I hear 'Mr. Thomas' and I'm looking around for a father I never knew.&quot; At her curious look, he added, &quot;He divorced my mother when I was a baby. She raised me almost all alone save for the help of her own mother.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I'm sorry to hear that, Rick,&quot; she noted before she turned to walk out, &quot;Well, I have to recharge and prepare for night duties. Please excuse me...&quot;<br /> <br /> She caught herself as he offered his hand, then smiled as she removed her glove. After a courtly kiss, Angela felt her own cheeks heat. &quot;Very enjoyable,&quot; she commented before she bowed politely to him, then she moved to walk out of the room.<br /> <br /> His eyebrow arched, then he began tapping on his laptop, moving to scan various social media lines concerning the hotel's past interaction with a rather TOO adventurous programming supervisor...<br /> <br /> &lt;gallery widths=&quot;420&quot; heights=&quot;500&quot;&gt;File:Gorgo_2_L1.jpg&lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Having turned in late that evening, Rick nodded off right away; he always had issues with sleeping and took pills to help him enjoy a good night's rest with all his other medication. A good dream fell over him, where he found himself actually marrying '''''Angela''''' of all people, then they went to their honeymoon.<br /> <br /> And then...<br /> <br /> Then...<br /> <br /> What the...?<br /> <br /> His eyes fluttered open as a very warm feeling encompassed his manhood — which hadn't got any sort of realistic exercise other than masturbation for quite some time — before the VERY comfortable feeling of warm and definitely FEMALE bodies sans any clothes surged up from his legs. As his hand reached for the night light to turn it on, he then found a beaming concierge kneeling down beside the bed, a look of pure, raw yearning on her face. &quot;Good morning, Rick,&quot; she said before leaning in.<br /> <br /> Naturally, his reply was cut off by quite wet lips now caressing his own while Anne moved to slide her aroused breasts all over his naked chest; he normally slept in boxers. As a hand swept the quilt that had been covering him away to reveal totally nude Angela straddling his lower left leg, the equally nude Anne slid herself deftly onto his lower abdomen, her hands rubbing his rather hairy chest. &quot;Is he ready, Angela?&quot; the blonde sensually asked as he felt his own mind start to haze from the HEAVY input pouring into his mind from his groin.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, he'll be ready soon, Anne,&quot; the brunette maid meowed as she reached up with one hand to gently play with the concierge's own opening, making her gasp. &quot;Good! You're lubricated enough...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Um...girls...&quot;<br /> <br /> His protest effectively fell on deft ears as the gynoid on his stomach moved to shift herself down. Thinking briefly that it was good that modern materials made sure that someone like Anne or Angela would weigh actually less than an organic woman their size, Rick then hissed as he felt a fingertip vibrate at the right point to make his cock surge to a level he hadn't experienced in years. As it dawned on him that somehow, the former sexbot still retained her full load of intimacy programming, Anne then gasped as she felt his wet tip touch the folds of her labia. &quot;Ooh...such a BIG man...!&quot; the blonde meowed as she shifted slightly before deftly impaling herself right on his joy machine.<br /> <br /> Rick croaked at the warmth of her love box overcame him again before he jolted as Angela shifted off his leg to move to lay beside him. While Anne's internal systems began a rhythmic shifting of the musculature in her vagina to keep him stimulated without he having to move, the maid gave him a wet kiss of her own. &quot;Just relax, Rick,&quot; she then meowed. &quot;Let Anne and I do everything...&quot;<br /> <br /> As her lips once more devoured his, Rick shuddered as he wondered what the heck he did to cause THIS sort of reaction...<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> Morning came...<br /> <br /> In room 49, Rick's eyes opened as he quickly sensed two very warm and nude female bodies gently entwined with his own. With both gynoids' hands gently pushing against the back of his throat to ensure he wouldn't accidentally choke on his tongue in a bout of sleep apnea, he was quite comfortable...not to mention somewhat erect, which caught him off guard; it had been YEARS since he had enjoyed a bout of &quot;morning wood&quot;.<br /> <br /> While both Anne and Angela were breathing normally in simulated sleep — such was done to help regulate internal heat at all times save when they were totally shut down for maintenance or recharging — the fact that they had done THAT with him not a few hours early had left the man simply speechless. He HAD read over the small guide book to the hotel sent to him with his reservation notices. He also had read over the reviews, none of which ever indicated that the staff would do something like actually have sex with a guest; even if most were provocatively dressed in fetish wear of one sort or another, girls like Angela behaved with perfect polite professionalism. So why...?<br /> <br /> &quot;Good morning.&quot;<br /> <br /> He looked left to see a smiling Anne there gazing at him. &quot;Um...not that I don't mind what you two did...&quot; Here, a wry smile crossed his face even if he gave her an amused look. &quot;Well, no one realistically would ever mind that, I guess...but what on Earth made you two do what you did last night?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You activated my intimacy programming with that kiss,&quot; she answered in a matter of fact manner.<br /> <br /> Grateful that AIs would always react to straight questions of that nature, he then gave her a worried look. &quot;Shouldn't that have been taken out of you when you were recommissioned to work here, Anne?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It was reinstalled by our former programming supervisor.&quot;<br /> <br /> Rick blinked again. &quot;And it wasn't taken out when he was jailed?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No, it was not.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''Good morn-n-n-ing...''&quot;<br /> <br /> Both instantly looked at Angela, whose voice was now stuttering in a quite harsh lock-step. Instantly, the concierge was on her feet, walking around the bed to place herself behind the maid, she shifting the quilt to insert her finger into the other woman's butt. That made Angela's body freeze as her eyes glowed a faint red, matching that from Anne. &quot;''Battery status?''&quot; the latter asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Pri-ma-ry...bat-te-ry...charge...six...per-cent...''&quot; the former declared.<br /> <br /> &quot;''Deactivate primary systems.''&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;''Ack-now-ledged.''&quot;<br /> <br /> Angela then went totally limp against Rick's body. As Anne turned to locate the maid's clothes — they were folded on a guest chair nearby, as were her own — Rick then sighed. &quot;Once you get yourself and Angela dressed, I'll help you get her to wherever she recharges herself, Anne.&quot;<br /> <br /> Surprise crossed the blonde's face. &quot;That's not necessary, Rick...&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, if a simple '''''courtly kiss''''' could cause a mini-orgy, I feel responsible.&quot;<br /> <br /> That made Anne instantly blush at his genuine show of concern...<br /> <br /> [[A Stay At Hotel Automata II|To Be Continued...]]<br /> <br /> With thanks to The Liar for his beautiful picture.<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]</div>

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Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories&diff=39110 2013-09-08T13:48:09Z

<p>Gorgo: Fixed link</p> <hr /> <div>__NOEDITSECTION__<br /> [[Image:StoryArchive.png]]<br /> <br /> [[Image:180px-Integrated circuit icon.svg.png|25px]]&lt;big&gt;''See also [[Stories sorted by type]] [[Stories sorted by category]]''&lt;/big&gt;<br /> __NOTOC__<br /> ==Author==<br /> {| width=&quot;{{{1|100%}}}&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;background-color:transparent;table-layout:fixed;&quot;<br /> |- valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> | <br /> ===[[Stories/1001011001|1001011001]]===<br /> #[[Customer Service]]<br /> #[[Dollsnatcher]]<br /> #[[Hollywood]]<br /> #[[Sketch Artist]]<br /> #[[The Trial]]<br /> #[[Spy Report]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/123bot|123bot]]===<br /> #[[Rebecca]]<br /> #[[Rebecca: Lisa]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/33cl33|33cl33]]===<br /> #[[A Very Welcome Surprise]]<br /> #[[Dinner Guests]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Aerosol Kid|Aerosol Kid]]===<br /> #[[Femella Ex Machina]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Agent Smith|Agent Smith]]===<br /> #[[The Android Riots Of 2033]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Avoyak|Avoyak]]===<br /> #[[Katerina, type 02 Robot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/BA|BA]]===<br /> #[[Home Service warranty]]<br /> #[[Business Class]]<br /> #[[Childminder]]<br /> #[[CLAIRE 33]]<br /> #[[Holiday]]<br /> #[[Information Retrieval]]<br /> #[[Mrs. Allen's Two O'Clock]]<br /> #[[Sisterhood]]<br /> #[[Upgrading Beth]]<br /> #[[Just One Quick Question...]]<br /> #[[Helpline]]<br /> #[[Cooperant Pair]]<br /> #[[Traffic Incident]]<br /> #[[Survival]]<br /> #[[Assistant]]<br /> #[[Tech Refresh]]<br /> #[[Mechanic]]<br /> #[[Denial Of Service Attack]]<br /> #[[Ignorance is Bliss]]<br /> #[[Jenny]]<br /> #[[Aptitude Test]]<br /> #[[Special Agent]]<br /> #[[Generations]]<br /> #[[Housewife]]<br /> #[[Green Flag]]<br /> #[[Houseguest]]<br /> #[[A Place to Stay]]<br /> #[[Plastic Trash]]<br /> #[[Threshold]]<br /> #[[Party Night - unfinished]]<br /> #[[Empty City]]<br /> #[[Bad Day]]<br /> #[[An Interview With Janet]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Baron|Baron]]===<br /> #[[Law &amp; Order SVU TNG - Cops Get Religion]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bart|Bart]]===<br /> #[[Return Home]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bigcoyote|Bigcoyote]]===<br /> #[[Maryanne One]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Blake Sigma|Blake Sigma]]===<br /> #[[Where Are You, Lovely?]]<br /> #[[A.I.L.A.: Birth]]<br /> #[[TITAN S]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bonita772|Bonita772]]===<br /> #[[Wife Repair]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Botfriend2000|Botfriend2000]]===<br /> #[[The Purchase...]]<br /> #[[CyGenPleasuretronics/Kimberlys Evaluation]]<br /> #[[The Job Interview]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]===<br /> #[[Corporate Espionage]]<br /> #[[Dienst #1 - Trojan Horse]]<br /> #[[Eudoxia]]<br /> #[[One More Fare]]<br /> #[[Open And Shut Case]]<br /> #[[Over Some Drinks]]<br /> #[[Smell Bridges Burning (The Intern)]]<br /> #[[Standard Of Deviation]]<br /> #[[The Ersatz Cadet]]<br /> #[[The Hustler]]<br /> #[[The Real Deal]]<br /> #[[Three Pawns]]<br /> #[[Tinted Windows]]<br /> #[[Heinrich Brueckmann's Unfinished Works]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Brytestar|Brytestar]]===<br /> #[[Angelmech Battle Cheerleader Cherry]]<br /> #[[Automaid Fighter Kimiko Prelude]]<br /> #[[Cyberknight Dreams]]<br /> #[[Sailor Valkerie - Interview With A Mechascout]]<br /> #[[The Brytestar Chronicles: The Early Years]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bunnybot|Bunnybot]]===<br /> #[[BunnyBots Part One: The Conversion Of Vanessa]]<br /> #[[Tammy]]<br /> #[[Bunnybots - Ava]]<br /> #[[Tammy: Eve]]<br /> #[[The Actress]]<br /> #[[Cassandra]]<br /> #[[Companion Dolls - Economic Unit]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/ButchyBoy|ButchyBoy]]===<br /> #[[The Nightingale's Song]]<br /> #[[Fembots In History: Queen Isabella]]<br /> #[[Little Red Riding Hood-Fractured Gynoid Tale]]<br /> #[[The Vanishing Warlord]]<br /> #[[Fembots In History - Annie Oakley]]<br /> #[[Can't Get That Song Outta My Head]]<br /> #[[The Nut-Cricket Adventure]]<br /> #[[Galatea]]<br /> #[[The Contest Winner]]<br /> #[[Droid Hunter]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Capn Jake|Capn Jake]]===<br /> #[[Jenny6525B]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Castaliaman|Castaliaman]]===<br /> #[[Jeopardy 2104]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Chains of Adamant|Chains of Adamant]]===<br /> #[[Gallinax]]<br /> #[[Christmas Surprise]]<br /> #[[The Prison]]<br /> #[[Miriam]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Cecilauthor|Cecilauthor]]===<br /> #[[Golden Apple]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Cjfriel|Cjfriel]]===<br /> #[[Autopia]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/D. 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(Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]<br /> #[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]<br /> #[[Blood Angel]]<br /> #[[Deception]]<br /> #[[Errors And Glitches]]<br /> #[[Family Life]]<br /> #[[Favourite Parodies]]<br /> #[[Lonely With The Ages]]<br /> #[[Lying And Cheating!]]<br /> #[[My Tutor]]<br /> #[[Regret]]<br /> #[[Secret Wishes]]<br /> #[[Secretaries]]<br /> #[[Shock]]<br /> #[[Tennis, Anyone?]]<br /> #[[The Lullaby]]<br /> #[[The Package]]<br /> #[[The Red Roses]]<br /> #[[The Student]]<br /> #[[The Temp]]<br /> #[[The Visit]]<br /> #[[Visiting The In-Laws]]<br /> #[[A Nice Gesture]]<br /> #[[Ever Lasting Smile]]<br /> #[[Finding True Happiness]]<br /> #[[Alive?]]<br /> #[[The New Girl]]<br /> #[[The Nurse]]<br /> #[[Chase]]<br /> #[[The First Time...]]<br /> #[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]<br /> #[[The Unwanted Gift]]<br /> #[[Losing One's Self]]<br /> #[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]<br /> #[[Sitting On The Couch]]<br /> #[[Can You Fix It?]]<br /> #[[Ugly]]<br /> #[[Finally]]<br /> #[[Bad Dreams]]<br /> #[[Apartment 7]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===<br /> #[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]<br /> #[[To Love a Girl‎ 01]]<br /> #[[To Love a Girl‎|To Love a Girl 02]]<br /> #[[To Love a Girl‎ 03]]<br /> #[[To Love a Girl‎ 04]]<br /> #[[To Love a Girl‎ 05]]<br /> #[[To Love a Girl‎ 06]]<br /> #[[To Love a Girl‎ 07]]<br /> #[[To Love a Girl‎ 08]]<br /> #[[To Love a Girl‎ Final]]<br /> #[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===<br /> #[[Lusty Encore]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===<br /> #[[Lily's Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===<br /> #[[Scheduled Maintenance]]<br /> #[[The Third Pew]]<br /> #[[Therapy]]<br /> #[[Pimp My Ride]]<br /> #[[Working Late]]<br /> #[[Something Borrowed]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===<br /> #[[Everything Old is New Again]]<br /> #[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]<br /> #[[Palindrome]]<br /> #[[Solve for X]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===<br /> #[[Vickybot/Victoria]]<br /> #[[The Rubdown]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===<br /> #[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]<br /> #[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]<br /> #[[Doll And Her Teddy]]<br /> #[[Tronic Ella]]<br /> #[[Prototype]]<br /> #[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]<br /> #[[BoomBoom Bots]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===<br /> #[[Theives]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Robotman|Robotman]]===<br /> *[[Story universe (Robotman)|Story universe]]<br /> #[[Halloween Treat script]]<br /> #[[The Mission]]<br /> #[[H is for Heuristic]]<br /> #[[36+1]]<br /> #[[Soccer Mom Unit]]<br /> #[[Kaitlin The Phonebot]]<br /> #[[Tiffani]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===<br /> #[[Fembot World]]<br /> #[[A Night With Vanessa]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===<br /> #[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===<br /> #[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]<br /> #[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]<br /> #[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===<br /> #[[Fixing Sable]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===<br /> #[[Autonomy]]<br /> #[[Clichés]]<br /> #[[Gift]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===<br /> #[[Sarabot's First Story]]<br /> #[[Sarabot's Second Story]]<br /> #[[The Robotic Nurse]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Upgrade]]<br /> #[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]<br /> #[[The Cheerleader]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===<br /> #[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===<br /> #[[Four Hours]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===<br /> #[[Abbott Chronicles]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===<br /> #[[Too Good To Be True]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===<br /> #[[Untitled (Serf)|Untitled]]<br /> #[[Party Girls]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===<br /> #[[Happy New Year]]<br /> #[[New Roommate]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===<br /> #[[Blind Date]]<br /> #[[New Life]]<br /> #[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]<br /> #[[The Heiress]]<br /> #[[The Roommate]]<br /> #[[The Stockroom]]<br /> #[[The Teammate]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===<br /> #[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]<br /> #[[Pleasurebot 8]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===<br /> #[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===<br /> #[[The Quarry]]<br /> #[[Swing Shift]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===<br /> #[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Hide and Seek]] (Complete) <br /> #[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Identity]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Back to BASIC]] (Complete)<br /> #[[A Contradiction of Life]] (Complete)<br /> #[[Friends Forever]] (Complete)<br /> #[[Liberty]] (Complete)<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===<br /> #[[The Yard Sale]]<br /> #[[Jumper...]]<br /> *The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)<br /> #[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> #[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> #[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> *The &quot;Momentary&quot; Series (TheSpotConlon)<br /> #[[The Moment When]]<br /> #[[Ping]]<br /> #[[The First Moment in Her Head]]<br /> #[[The Moment in the Bar]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===<br /> #[[Through My Eyes]]<br /> #[[New Garden]]<br /> #[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]<br /> #[[Down On The Farm]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===<br /> #[[Class C]]<br /> #[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===<br /> #[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]<br /> #[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/XandiMouse|XandiMouse]]===<br /> #[[The One]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Xavier Cecil|Xavier Cecil]]===<br /> #[[Gecko of the Moment]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===<br /> #[[Synthgirls]]<br /> #[[The Hunted]]<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ==Collaborative efforts==<br /> {| width=&quot;{{{1|100%}}}&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;background-color:transparent;table-layout:fixed;&quot;<br /> |- valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> | <br /> ===[[Follow your own plot]]===<br /> *[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]<br /> *[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]<br /> *[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]<br /> *[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]<br /> | <br /> ===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===<br /> #[[Create-A-Story 1]]<br /> #[[Create-A-Story 2]]<br /> #[[Create-A-Story 3]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===<br /> *[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]<br /> #[[The Makeover]]<br /> #[[After The Makeover]]<br /> #[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]<br /> #[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]<br /> |}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Features]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories&diff=39109 2013-09-08T13:47:08Z

<p>Gorgo: Added new story links</p> <hr /> <div>__NOEDITSECTION__<br /> [[Image:StoryArchive.png]]<br /> <br /> [[Image:180px-Integrated circuit icon.svg.png|25px]]&lt;big&gt;''See also [[Stories sorted by type]] [[Stories sorted by category]]''&lt;/big&gt;<br /> __NOTOC__<br /> ==Author==<br /> {| width=&quot;{{{1|100%}}}&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;background-color:transparent;table-layout:fixed;&quot;<br /> |- valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> | <br /> ===[[Stories/1001011001|1001011001]]===<br /> #[[Customer Service]]<br /> #[[Dollsnatcher]]<br /> #[[Hollywood]]<br /> #[[Sketch Artist]]<br /> #[[The Trial]]<br /> #[[Spy Report]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/123bot|123bot]]===<br /> #[[Rebecca]]<br /> #[[Rebecca: Lisa]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/33cl33|33cl33]]===<br /> #[[A Very Welcome Surprise]]<br /> #[[Dinner Guests]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Aerosol Kid|Aerosol Kid]]===<br /> #[[Femella Ex Machina]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Agent Smith|Agent Smith]]===<br /> #[[The Android Riots Of 2033]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Avoyak|Avoyak]]===<br /> #[[Katerina, type 02 Robot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/BA|BA]]===<br /> #[[Home Service warranty]]<br /> #[[Business Class]]<br /> #[[Childminder]]<br /> #[[CLAIRE 33]]<br /> #[[Holiday]]<br /> #[[Information Retrieval]]<br /> #[[Mrs. Allen's Two O'Clock]]<br /> #[[Sisterhood]]<br /> #[[Upgrading Beth]]<br /> #[[Just One Quick Question...]]<br /> #[[Helpline]]<br /> #[[Cooperant Pair]]<br /> #[[Traffic Incident]]<br /> #[[Survival]]<br /> #[[Assistant]]<br /> #[[Tech Refresh]]<br /> #[[Mechanic]]<br /> #[[Denial Of Service Attack]]<br /> #[[Ignorance is Bliss]]<br /> #[[Jenny]]<br /> #[[Aptitude Test]]<br /> #[[Special Agent]]<br /> #[[Generations]]<br /> #[[Housewife]]<br /> #[[Green Flag]]<br /> #[[Houseguest]]<br /> #[[A Place to Stay]]<br /> #[[Plastic Trash]]<br /> #[[Threshold]]<br /> #[[Party Night - unfinished]]<br /> #[[Empty City]]<br /> #[[Bad Day]]<br /> #[[An Interview With Janet]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Baron|Baron]]===<br /> #[[Law &amp; Order SVU TNG - Cops Get Religion]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bart|Bart]]===<br /> #[[Return Home]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bigcoyote|Bigcoyote]]===<br /> #[[Maryanne One]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Blake Sigma|Blake Sigma]]===<br /> #[[Where Are You, Lovely?]]<br /> #[[A.I.L.A.: Birth]]<br /> #[[TITAN S]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bonita772|Bonita772]]===<br /> #[[Wife Repair]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Botfriend2000|Botfriend2000]]===<br /> #[[The Purchase...]]<br /> #[[CyGenPleasuretronics/Kimberlys Evaluation]]<br /> #[[The Job Interview]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]===<br /> #[[Corporate Espionage]]<br /> #[[Dienst #1 - Trojan Horse]]<br /> #[[Eudoxia]]<br /> #[[One More Fare]]<br /> #[[Open And Shut Case]]<br /> #[[Over Some Drinks]]<br /> #[[Smell Bridges Burning (The Intern)]]<br /> #[[Standard Of Deviation]]<br /> #[[The Ersatz Cadet]]<br /> #[[The Hustler]]<br /> #[[The Real Deal]]<br /> #[[Three Pawns]]<br /> #[[Tinted Windows]]<br /> #[[Heinrich Brueckmann's Unfinished Works]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Brytestar|Brytestar]]===<br /> #[[Angelmech Battle Cheerleader Cherry]]<br /> #[[Automaid Fighter Kimiko Prelude]]<br /> #[[Cyberknight Dreams]]<br /> #[[Sailor Valkerie - Interview With A Mechascout]]<br /> #[[The Brytestar Chronicles: The Early Years]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bunnybot|Bunnybot]]===<br /> #[[BunnyBots Part One: The Conversion Of Vanessa]]<br /> #[[Tammy]]<br /> #[[Bunnybots - Ava]]<br /> #[[Tammy: Eve]]<br /> #[[The Actress]]<br /> #[[Cassandra]]<br /> #[[Companion Dolls - Economic Unit]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/ButchyBoy|ButchyBoy]]===<br /> #[[The Nightingale's Song]]<br /> #[[Fembots In History: Queen Isabella]]<br /> #[[Little Red Riding Hood-Fractured Gynoid Tale]]<br /> #[[The Vanishing Warlord]]<br /> #[[Fembots In History - Annie Oakley]]<br /> #[[Can't Get That Song Outta My Head]]<br /> #[[The Nut-Cricket Adventure]]<br /> #[[Galatea]]<br /> #[[The Contest Winner]]<br /> #[[Droid Hunter]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Capn Jake|Capn Jake]]===<br /> #[[Jenny6525B]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Castaliaman|Castaliaman]]===<br /> #[[Jeopardy 2104]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Chains of Adamant|Chains of Adamant]]===<br /> #[[Gallinax]]<br /> #[[Christmas Surprise]]<br /> #[[The Prison]]<br /> #[[Miriam]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Cecilauthor|Cecilauthor]]===<br /> #[[Golden Apple]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Cjfriel|Cjfriel]]===<br /> #[[Autopia]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===<br /> #[[A Meeting At Meg's]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===<br /> #[[Universal Remote]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===<br /> #[[June]]<br /> #[[Sara 3]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===<br /> #[[戦闘機械 綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===<br /> #[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===<br /> #[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]<br /> #[[Volleybot]]<br /> #[[My Bodies]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===<br /> #[[TD Walkman Mall]]<br /> #[[Smashed]]<br /> #[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===<br /> #[[Door To Door]]<br /> #[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===<br /> #[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]<br /> #[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]<br /> #[[April]]<br /> #[[1962]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===<br /> #[[The Plantation &quot;Sister-In-Law&quot;]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Faceless001|Faceless001]]===<br /> #[[Fantastic Voyage]]<br /> #[[The Carbon Man]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===<br /> #[[The Maid]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===<br /> #[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]<br /> #[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]<br /> #[[Sour Candy]]<br /> #[[Model Citizen]]<br /> #[[The Magi and the Harem]]<br /> #[[Achilles Heels]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===<br /> #[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===<br /> #[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===<br /> #[[The Nannybot1000A]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===<br /> #[[Numerology]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===<br /> #[[A Question Of Faith]]<br /> #[[A Question Of Liberty]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/General|General]]===<br /> #[[Access Denied]]<br /> #[[Blue Chips]]<br /> #[[The Rental]]<br /> #[[History In The Flesh]]<br /> #[[A Second Life]]<br /> #[[Talk Radio]]<br /> #[[What You Leave Behind]]<br /> #[[Focus]]<br /> #[[Modifying the Contract]]<br /> #[[Tech Support]]<br /> #[[Bounty]]<br /> #[[The Grinder]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===<br /> #[[The Flatmate]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===<br /> #[[Sentimental Perfection]]<br /> #[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]<br /> #[[That Which Was Left Behind]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===<br /> #[[Third Time's The Charm]]<br /> #[[The Christmas Present]]<br /> #[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]<br /> #[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]<br /> #[[Electra]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===<br /> #[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===<br /> #[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===<br /> #[[Jumplead]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===<br /> #[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]<br /> #[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===<br /> #[[Robbery]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===<br /> #[[K600]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===<br /> #[[Back To The Circuit Board]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===<br /> #[[An Inside Job]]<br /> #[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Joeythegoth|Joeythegoth]]===<br /> #[[Shirley]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===<br /> #[[Crash]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===<br /> #[[Monday]]<br /> #[[Friday]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===<br /> #[[Mistress Mira]]<br /> #[[R-Bots]]<br /> #[[Two-Perfect!]]<br /> #[[Mmmmegan]]<br /> #[[Merger]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===<br /> #[[Charlie 25]]<br /> #[[Reflections]]<br /> #[[Service Call]]<br /> #[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]<br /> | <br /> ===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The &quot;Lost Chapter&quot;)<br /> #[[Hell's Canary]]<br /> #[[Are You Serious?]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===<br /> #[[A Long Sleep]]<br /> #[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]<br /> #[[I Didn't Know]]<br /> #[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]<br /> #[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===<br /> #[[An Afternoon To Remember]]<br /> #[[Holiday In The Sun]]<br /> #[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===<br /> #[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]<br /> #[[1985, Paris, France...]]<br /> #[[The Golden Dawn]]<br /> #[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]<br /> #[[Saucy Puppet Show]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===<br /> #[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Lithorien|Lithorien]]===<br /> #[[Heather]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===<br /> #[[The Final Frontier]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===<br /> #[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance/Part_1|Inheritance]]<br /> #[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model/Part_1|Production Model]]<br /> #[[Solipsistic]]<br /> #[[Electrostatic]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]<br /> #[[Diagnostic]]<br /> #[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Maax|Maax]]===<br /> #[[Cyber Angels]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 2]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 3]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 4]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 5]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 6]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===<br /> #[[Shannon's Third Law]]<br /> #[[Tiffany's Third Law]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===<br /> #[[The Bounty Hunter]]<br /> #[[Best Friends]]<br /> #[[Fighting Love]]<br /> #[[A.D.P.I. 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Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Biodroid&diff=38610 2013-09-02T13:24:29Z

<p>Gorgo: Added link</p> <hr /> <div>[[Image:Appleseed hitomi2.jpg|thumb|300px|Hitomi from the anime [[Appleseed]]]]<br /> A '''Biodroid''' - sometimes referred to, dependent on source material, as a '''Bioroid'''; both words are portmanteaus of the term &quot;biological android&quot; - is an artificially-created being that is wholly constructed of living tissue. Fundamentally, unless there are mechanisms put into place which could detect the physical differences between a naturally-born person and a biodroid/bioroid - for example, the level of cellular wear-and-tear the passage of time inflicts on the human body - it could be possible for such a being to completely pass off as a natural-born human, even to invasive medical scans.<br /> <br /> By this definition of the term, a '''clone''' can be seen as a type of biodroid/bioroid, though restricted in one way because of the DNA source to become a mere replica of the physical template.<br /> <br /> A '''[[replicant]]''' as what appeared in the 1982 movie ''[[Blade Runner]]'' could also, by the above definition, be a type of biodroid/bioroid.<br /> <br /> The primary difference between a natural-born person and a biodroid/bioroid would be mental in this case. As shown by the example of the denizens of the city-state of Olympus in Masamune Shirow's 1985-89 manga series ''Appleseed'', certain measures can be taken to ensure that a biodroid/bioroid cannot express the full gamut of human emotions such as anger, hate and the desire to do evil. Furthermore, physical modifications could be done - either post-production or (if the base technology will allow it) during production - to prevent a biodroid/bioroid from carrying out normal natural functions such as parenting children. Finally, biodroids/bioroids could be given physical or mental enhancements which would permit such a being to carry out tasks no normal human could perform. This is aptly demonstrated by the character of '''Roy Batty''' from ''Blade Runner''; he was a combat model replicant designed specifically for off-world usage.<br /> <br /> ==Female Biodroids in Fiction==<br /> <br /> * ''Appleseed''<br /> ** '''Hitomi'''<br /> ** '''Athena Areios'''<br /> ** '''Nike'''<br /> <br /> * ''Friday'' (1982 novel by Robert A. Heinlein)<br /> ** '''Friday Baldwin''' (in the novel, is referred to as an &quot;artificial person&quot;)<br /> <br /> * ''[[Futureworld]]''<br /> ** '''Tracy Ballard''' (clone replica of the original, depicted in the picture below)<br /> <br /> * ''Neon Genesis Evangelion''<br /> ** '''Rei Ayanami'''<br /> <br /> In Rei's case, she is a being that was formed by cloning DNA from the late wife of the leader of NERV (Yui Ikari) with DNA samples taken from the Angel Lilith to create a unique being.<br /> <br /> ==More examples==<br /> &lt;gallery perrow=&quot;5&quot;&gt;<br /> Image:Futureworld Biodroid.png<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Stub}}<br /> {{Synth}}<br /> [[Category:Terminology]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Biodroid&diff=38594 2013-09-02T00:45:57Z

<p>Gorgo: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Image:Appleseed hitomi2.jpg|thumb|300px|Hitomi from the anime [[Appleseed]]]]<br /> A '''Biodroid''' - sometimes referred to, dependent on source material, as a '''Bioroid'''; both words are portmanteaus of the term &quot;biological android&quot; - is an artificially-created being that is wholly constructed of living tissue. Fundamentally, unless there are mechanisms put into place which could detect the physical differences between a naturally-born person and a biodroid/bioroid - for example, the level of cellular wear-and-tear the passage of time inflicts on the human body - it could be possible for such a being to completely pass off as a natural-born human, even to invasive medical scans.<br /> <br /> By this definition of the term, a '''clone''' can be seen as a type of biodroid/bioroid, though restricted in one way because of the DNA source to become a mere replica of the physical template.<br /> <br /> A '''[[replicant]]''' as what appeared in the 1982 movie ''[[Blade Runner]]'' could also, by the above definition, be a type of biodroid/bioroid.<br /> <br /> The primary difference between a natural-born person and a biodroid/bioroid would be mental in this case. As shown by the example of the denizens of the city-state of Olympus in Masamune Shirow's 1985-89 manga series ''Appleseed'', certain measures can be taken to ensure that a biodroid/bioroid cannot express the full gamut of human emotions such as anger, hate and the desire to do evil. Furthermore, physical modifications could be done - either post-production or (if the base technology will allow it) during production - to prevent a biodroid/bioroid from carrying out normal natural functions such as parenting children. Finally, biodroids/bioroids could be given physical or mental enhancements which would permit such a being to carry out tasks no normal human could perform. This is aptly demonstrated by the character of '''Roy Batty''' from ''Blade Runner''; he was a combat model replicant designed specifically for off-world usage.<br /> <br /> ==Female Biodroids in Fiction==<br /> <br /> * ''Appleseed''<br /> ** '''Hitomi'''<br /> ** '''Athena Areios'''<br /> ** '''Nike'''<br /> <br /> * ''Friday'' (1982 novel by Robert A. Heinlein)<br /> ** '''Friday Baldwin''' (in the novel, is referred to as an &quot;artificial person&quot;)<br /> <br /> * ''Futureworld''<br /> ** '''Tracy Ballard''' (clone replica of the original, depicted in the picture below)<br /> <br /> * ''Neon Genesis Evangelion''<br /> ** '''Rei Ayanami'''<br /> <br /> In Rei's case, she is a being that was formed by cloning DNA from the late wife of the leader of NERV (Yui Ikari) with DNA samples taken from the Angel Lilith to create a unique being.<br /> <br /> ==More examples==<br /> &lt;gallery perrow=&quot;5&quot;&gt;<br /> Image:Futureworld Biodroid.png<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Stub}}<br /> {{Synth}}<br /> [[Category:Terminology]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Biodroid&diff=38593 2013-09-02T00:44:29Z

<p>Gorgo: Added another example</p> <hr /> <div>[[Image:Appleseed hitomi2.jpg|thumb|300px|Hitomi from the anime [[Appleseed]]]]<br /> A '''Biodroid''' - sometimes referred to, dependent on source material, as a '''Bioroid'''; both words are portmanteaus of the term &quot;biological android&quot; - is an artificially-created being that is wholly constructed of living tissue. Fundamentally, unless there are mechanisms put into place which could detect the physical differences between a naturally-born person and a biodroid/bioroid - for example, the level of cellular wear-and-tear the passage of time inflicts on the human body - it could be possible for such a being to completely pass off as a natural-born human, even to invasive medical scans.<br /> <br /> By this definition of the term, a '''clone''' can be seen as a type of biodroid/bioroid, though restricted in one way because of the DNA source to become a mere replica of the physical template.<br /> <br /> A '''[[replicant]]''' as what appeared in the 1982 movie ''[[Blade Runner]]'' could also, by the above definition, be a type of biodroid/bioroid.<br /> <br /> The primary difference between a natural-born person and a biodroid/bioroid would be mental in this case. As shown by the example of the denizens of the city-state of Olympus in Masamune Shirow's 1985-89 manga series ''Appleseed'', certain measures can be taken to ensure that a biodroid/bioroid cannot express the full gamut of human emotions such as anger, hate and the desire to do evil. Furthermore, physical modifications could be done - either post-production or (if the base technology will allow it) during production - to prevent a biodroid/bioroid from carrying out normal natural functions such as parenting children. Finally, biodroids/bioroids could be given physical or mental enhancements which would permit such a being to carry out tasks no normal human could perform. This is aptly demonstrated by the character of '''Roy Batty''' from ''Blade Runner''; he was a combat model replicant designed specifically for off-world usage.<br /> <br /> ==Female Biodroids in Fiction==<br /> <br /> * ''Appleseed''<br /> ** '''Hitomi'''<br /> ** '''Athena Areios'''<br /> ** '''Nike'''<br /> <br /> * ''Friday'' (1982 novel by Robert A. Heinlein)<br /> ** '''Friday Baldwin''' (in the novel, is referred to as an &quot;artificial person&quot;)<br /> <br /> * ''Futureworld''<br /> ** '''Tracy Ballard''' (clone replica of the original, depicted in the gallery)<br /> <br /> * ''Neon Genesis Evangelion''<br /> ** '''Rei Ayanami'''<br /> <br /> In Rei's case, she is a being that was formed by cloning DNA from the late wife of the leader of NERV (Yui Ikari) with DNA samples taken from the Angel Lilith to create a unique being.<br /> <br /> ==More examples==<br /> &lt;gallery perrow=&quot;5&quot;&gt;<br /> Image:Futureworld Biodroid.png<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Stub}}<br /> {{Synth}}<br /> [[Category:Terminology]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Biodroid&diff=38587 2013-09-01T23:06:16Z

<p>Gorgo: Added category and links to other files</p> <hr /> <div>A '''Biodroid''' - sometimes referred to, dependent on source material, as a '''Bioroid'''; both words are portmanteaus of the term &quot;biological android&quot; - is an artificially-created being that is wholly constructed of living tissue. Fundamentally, unless there are mechanisms put into place which could detect the physical differences between a naturally-born person and a biodroid/bioroid - for example, the level of cellular wear-and-tear the passage of time inflicts on the human body - it could be possible for such a being to completely pass off as a natural-born human, even to invasive medical scans.<br /> <br /> By this definition of the term, a '''clone''' can be seen as a type of biodroid/bioroid, though restricted in one way because of the DNA source to become a mere replica of the physical template.<br /> <br /> A '''[[replicant]]''' as what appeared in the 1982 movie ''[[Blade Runner]]'' could also, by the above definition, be a type of biodroid/bioroid.<br /> <br /> The primary difference between a natural-born person and a biodroid/bioroid would be mental in this case. As shown by the example of the denizens of the city-state of Olympus in Masamune Shirow's 1985-89 manga series ''Appleseed'', certain measures can be taken to ensure that a biodroid/bioroid cannot express the full gamut of human emotions such as anger, hate and the desire to do evil. Furthermore, physical modifications could be done - either post-production or (if the base technology will allow it) during production - to prevent a biodroid/bioroid from carrying out normal natural functions such as parenting children. Finally, biodroids/bioroids could be given physical or mental enhancements which would permit such a being to carry out tasks no normal human could perform. This is aptly demonstrated by the character of '''Roy Batty''' from ''Blade Runner''; he was a combat model replicant designed specifically for off-world usage.<br /> <br /> ==Female Biodroids in Fiction==<br /> <br /> * ''Appleseed''<br /> ** '''Hitomi'''<br /> ** '''Athena Areios'''<br /> ** '''Nike'''<br /> <br /> * ''Friday'' (1982 novel by Robert A. Heinlein)<br /> ** '''Friday Baldwin''' (in the novel, is referred to as an &quot;artificial person&quot;)<br /> <br /> * ''Neon Genesis Evangelion''<br /> ** '''Rei Ayanami'''<br /> <br /> In Rei's case, she is a being that was formed by cloning DNA from the late wife of the leader of NERV (Yui Ikari) with DNA samples taken from the Angel Lilith to create a unique being.<br /> <br /> {{Synth}}<br /> {{Stub}}<br /> [[Category:Terminology]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Biodroid&diff=38586 2013-09-01T23:04:17Z

<p>Gorgo: Added Rei Ayanami as an example</p> <hr /> <div>A '''Biodroid''' - sometimes referred to, dependent on source material, as a '''Bioroid'''; both words are portmanteaus of the term &quot;biological android&quot; - is an artificially-created being that is wholly constructed of living tissue. Fundamentally, unless there are mechanisms put into place which could detect the physical differences between a naturally-born person and a biodroid/bioroid - for example, the level of cellular wear-and-tear the passage of time inflicts on the human body - it could be possible for such a being to completely pass off as a natural-born human, even to invasive medical scans.<br /> <br /> By this definition of the term, a '''clone''' can be seen as a type of biodroid/bioroid, though restricted in one way because of the DNA source to become a mere replica of the physical template.<br /> <br /> A '''[[replicant]]''' as what appeared in the 1982 movie ''[[Blade Runner]]'' could also, by the above definition, be a type of biodroid/bioroid.<br /> <br /> The primary difference between a natural-born person and a biodroid/bioroid would be mental in this case. As shown by the example of the denizens of the city-state of Olympus in Masamune Shirow's 1985-89 manga series ''Appleseed'', certain measures can be taken to ensure that a biodroid/bioroid cannot express the full gamut of human emotions such as anger, hate and the desire to do evil. Furthermore, physical modifications could be done - either post-production or (if the base technology will allow it) during production - to prevent a biodroid/bioroid from carrying out normal natural functions such as parenting children. Finally, biodroids/bioroids could be given physical or mental enhancements which would permit such a being to carry out tasks no normal human could perform. This is aptly demonstrated by the character of '''Roy Batty''' from ''Blade Runner''; he was a combat model replicant designed specifically for off-world usage.<br /> <br /> ==Female Biodroids in Fiction==<br /> <br /> * ''Appleseed''<br /> ** '''Hitomi'''<br /> ** '''Athena Areios'''<br /> ** '''Nike'''<br /> <br /> * ''Friday'' (1982 novel by Robert A. Heinlein)<br /> ** '''Friday Baldwin''' (in the novel, is referred to as an &quot;artificial person&quot;)<br /> <br /> * ''Neon Genesis Evangelion''<br /> ** '''Rei Ayanami'''<br /> <br /> In Rei's case, she is a being that was formed by cloning DNA from the late wife of the leader of NERV (Yui Ikari) with DNA samples taken from the Angel Lilith to create a unique being.</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Biodroid&diff=38585 2013-09-01T23:00:04Z

<p>Gorgo: Added character examples</p> <hr /> <div>A '''Biodroid''' - sometimes referred to, dependent on source material, as a '''Bioroid'''; both words are portmanteaus of the term &quot;biological android&quot; - is an artificially-created being that is wholly constructed of living tissue. Fundamentally, unless there are mechanisms put into place which could detect the physical differences between a naturally-born person and a biodroid/bioroid - for example, the level of cellular wear-and-tear the passage of time inflicts on the human body - it could be possible for such a being to completely pass off as a natural-born human, even to invasive medical scans.<br /> <br /> By this definition of the term, a '''clone''' can be seen as a type of biodroid/bioroid, though restricted in one way because of the DNA source to become a mere replica of the physical template.<br /> <br /> A '''[[replicant]]''' as what appeared in the 1982 movie ''[[Blade Runner]]'' could also, by the above definition, be a type of biodroid/bioroid.<br /> <br /> The primary difference between a natural-born person and a biodroid/bioroid would be mental in this case. As shown by the example of the denizens of the city-state of Olympus in Masamune Shirow's 1985-89 manga series ''Appleseed'', certain measures can be taken to ensure that a biodroid/bioroid cannot express the full gamut of human emotions such as anger, hate and the desire to do evil. Furthermore, physical modifications could be done - either post-production or (if the base technology will allow it) during production - to prevent a biodroid/bioroid from carrying out normal natural functions such as parenting children. Finally, biodroids/bioroids could be given physical or mental enhancements which would permit such a being to carry out tasks no normal human could perform. This is aptly demonstrated by the character of '''Roy Batty''' from ''Blade Runner''; he was a combat model replicant designed specifically for off-world usage.<br /> <br /> ==Female Biodroids in Fiction==<br /> <br /> * ''Appleseed''<br /> ** '''Hitomi'''<br /> ** '''Athena Areios'''<br /> ** '''Nike'''<br /> <br /> * ''Friday'' (1982 novel by Robert A. Heinlein)<br /> ** '''Friday Baldwin''' (in the novel, is referred to as an &quot;artificial person&quot;)</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Biodroid&diff=38584 2013-09-01T22:55:30Z

<p>Gorgo: </p> <hr /> <div>A '''Biodroid''' - sometimes referred to, dependent on source material, as a '''Bioroid'''; both words are portmanteaus of the term &quot;biological android&quot; - is an artificially-created being that is wholly constructed of living tissue. Fundamentally, unless there are mechanisms put into place which could detect the physical differences between a naturally-born person and a biodroid/bioroid - for example, the level of cellular wear-and-tear the passage of time inflicts on the human body - it could be possible for such a being to completely pass off as a natural-born human, even to invasive medical scans.<br /> <br /> By this definition of the term, a '''clone''' can be seen as a type of biodroid/bioroid, though restricted in one way because of the DNA source to become a mere replica of the physical template.<br /> <br /> A '''[[replicant]]''' as what appeared in the 1982 movie ''[[Blade Runner]]'' could also, by the above definition, be a type of biodroid/bioroid.<br /> <br /> The primary difference between a natural-born person and a biodroid/bioroid would be mental in this case. As shown by the example of the denizens of the city-state of Olympus in Masamune Shirow's 1985-89 manga series ''Appleseed'', certain measures can be taken to ensure that a biodroid/bioroid cannot express the full gamut of human emotions such as anger, hate and the desire to do evil. Furthermore, physical modifications could be done - either post-production or (if the base technology will allow it) during production - to prevent a biodroid/bioroid from carrying out normal natural functions such as parenting children. Finally, biodroids/bioroids could be given physical or mental enhancements which would permit such a being to carry out tasks no normal human could perform; this is aptly demonstrated by the character of '''Roy Batty''' from ''Blade Runner''; he was a combat model replicant designed specifically for off-world usage.<br /> <br /> ==Examples==<br /> <br /> * The bioroids of ''Appleseed'' such as '''Hitomi'''.<br /> * The lead character of Robert A. Heinlein's 1982 novel ''Friday'' (there, '''Friday Baldwin''' is referred to as an &quot;artificial person&quot;).</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Biodroid&diff=38583 2013-09-01T22:54:10Z

<p>Gorgo: New page: A &#039;&#039;&#039;Biodroid&#039;&#039;&#039; - sometimes referred to, dependent on source material, as a &#039;&#039;&#039;Bioroid&#039;&#039;&#039;; both words are portmanteaus of the term &quot;biological android&quot; - is an artificially-created being ...</p> <hr /> <div>A '''Biodroid''' - sometimes referred to, dependent on source material, as a '''Bioroid'''; both words are portmanteaus of the term &quot;biological android&quot; - is an artificially-created being that is wholly constructed of living tissue. Fundamentally, unless there are mechanisms put into place which could detect the physical differences between a naturally-born person and a biodroid/bioroid - for example, the level of cellular wear-and-tear the passage of time inflicts on the human body - it could be possible for such a being to completely pass off as a natural-born human, even to invasive medical scans.<br /> <br /> By this definition of the term, a '''clone''' can be seen as a type of biodroid/bioroid, though restricted in one way because of the DNA source to become a mere replica of the physical template.<br /> <br /> A '''[[replicant]]''' as what appeared in the 1982 movie ''[[Blade Runner]]'' could also, by the above definition, be a type of biodroid/bioroid.<br /> <br /> The primary difference between a natural-born person and a biodroid/bioroid would be mental in this case. As shown by the example of the denizens of the city-state of Olympus in Masamune Shirow's 1985-89 manga series ''Appleseed'', certain measures can be taken to ensure that a biodroid/bioroid cannot express the full gamut of human emotions such as anger, hate and the desire to do evil. Furthermore, physical modifications could be done - either post-production or (if the base technology will allow it) during production - to prevent a biodroid/bioroid from carrying out normal natural functions such as parenting children. Finally, biodroids/bioroids could be given physical or mental enhancements which would permit such a being to carry out tasks no normal human could perform; this is aptly demonstrated by the character of '''Roy Batty''' from ''Blade Runner''; he was a combat model replicant designed specifically for off-world usage.<br /> <br /> ==Examples==<br /> <br /> * The bioroids of ''Appleseed'' such as '''Hitomi'''.<br /> * The lead character of Robert A. Heinlein's 1982 novel ''Friday'' (there, '''Friday''' is referred to as an &quot;artificial person&quot;).</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Talk:Gecko_of_the_Moment&diff=25005 2012-04-21T12:12:40Z

<p>Gorgo: New page: Okay, so what is Ms. Gecko?</p> <hr /> <div>Okay, so what is Ms. Gecko?</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User_talk:Noidguy&diff=21879 2011-08-11T23:23:05Z

<p>Gorgo: </p> <hr /> <div>==Howdy==<br /> Fancy meeting you here. :P [[User:Robotman|Robotman]] 22:28, 27 February 2008 (PST)<br /> <br /> == Armageddon Pics ==<br /> <br /> What movie are [http://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Armageddon_vidcaps these] from? I have searched IMDB for &quot;Armageddon&quot; but i am not finding anything related to these pics.[[User:Velda2222|Velda2222]] 20:16, 19 February 2009 (PST)<br /> <br /> Those are from &quot;Armageddon: The Final Challenge&quot;. It's a hokey grade z film, almost looks self-made, from the 80s or early 90s. You can find a clip of the Amanda robot tv advertisement from the film on youtube if you look for &quot;amanda robot&quot;. The main female character, Voyeau, also turns out to be a robot. But it's very dull.<br /> <br /> == Hi ==<br /> newcomer such as i must show respects to seniors<br /> [[User:Battery|Battery]]<br /> <br /> == Naomi pics ==<br /> <br /> WHere are they from, BTW?<br /> [[User:Gorgo|Gorgo]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Sleeper&diff=21530 2011-07-11T13:31:13Z

<p>Gorgo: </p> <hr /> <div>'''&quot;Sleeper&quot;''' is a term used by members of Fembot Central to describe a gynoid that does not realise she is one. These are frequently depicted in stories often as a plot twist.<br /> <br /> This situation is not to be confused with gynoids such as Call from ''Alien: Resurrection'', who are aware of their true nature though it may not be revealed to the viewer/reader or other characters.<br /> <br /> ==Examples in Fiction==<br /> <br /> Wendy from ''The Outer Limits'' episode &quot;Glitch.&quot;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Terminology]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Sleeper&diff=21528 2011-07-11T13:30:51Z

<p>Gorgo: </p> <hr /> <div>'''&quot;Sleeper&quot;''' is a term used by members of Fembot Central to describe a gynoid that does not realise she is one. These are frequently depicted in stories often as a plot twist.<br /> <br /> This situation is not to be confused with gynoids such as Call from ''Alien: Resurrection'', who are aware of their true nature though it may not be revealed to the viewer/reader or other characters.<br /> <br /> ==Examples in Fiction==<br /> <br /> Wendy from The Outer Limits episode &quot;Glitch&quot;.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Terminology]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=That_Which_Was_Left_Behind&diff=21248 2011-06-13T02:13:30Z

<p>Gorgo: </p> <hr /> <div>Somewhere in Ontario . . .<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Damn! Is this the place, Mila?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> The pretty grey-eyed blonde woman in the casual clothes -- button blouse, form-fitting designer jeans, cowboy boots, and home-knit cardigan sweater -- turned to look, and then she nodded. &quot;Yes, Don. This is the site of Robot Lab Six.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Hearing that, the Canadian Forces military police master corporal grimaced as he turned the civilian-pattern Ford Crown Victoria up the slowly-weeding driveway to the abandoned home located not far from the Queenswood Heights section of Ottawa. Parking the vehicle a safe distance from the main garage of the house, he killed the engine and then opened the door. At the same time, his companion opened the passenger side door to get out as well, taking a moment to scan the area with optical scanners that were far better equipped than normal human eyes to detect any potential threat. Especially if it came from anything created by either Fembot Command or Robot Control.<br /> <br /> <br /> Drawing his service pistol from under his blazer jacket, Don Roncetti did his own scan, focusing his attention on the front and side doors of this normal family home. Or so it would appear to most passers-by. It was by sheer luck that the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service had finally pieced together the events of the &quot;Rochelle Prantov Incident&quot; that had struck the national capital region some years ago to finally determine where the lost Robot Control control station and support lab had been located. After all, given the true details of that incident -- and what could happen if certain aspects of that incident ever became public -- it had been decided at the highest levels of government that it simply was in the better interest of the government of the Dominion to keep all information on semi-sentient gynoids, controlled by two unknown but clearly opposing forces, which were operating in total secrecy in many levels of modern society. &quot;How's it look, Mila?&quot; he asked.<br /> <br /> <br /> She stopped, and then smiled, winking at him. Mila Ihoryshyn was, to all of Don's friends &quot;not in the know,&quot; his girlfriend of five years. She was a fourth-generation Ukrainian-Canadian who was currently doing private studies at the University of Ottawa in pursuit of a degree in women's studies. A girl who was truly in love with her &quot;military man&quot; (as she proudly declared to anyone that asked her), she would gladly become Mrs. Donald Roncetti as soon as his current tour of duty with the CFNIS was done and he could go back to being a &quot;normal&quot; military policeman in places like North Bay or Trenton; Don wore Air Force blue when he was asked to put on his uniform.<br /> <br /> <br /> In truth, Mila was a gynoid; a &quot;robot&quot; as she proudly declared herself to those who were &quot;in the know&quot; and asked her about it. Built originally as a normal series 558 operative by Robot Control Lab Nine six years before, she had been part of a group of nearly a hundred such units that had been mysteriously deactivated and effectively abandoned by the governing sentience behind each of that organization's main computer units at every control station and support laboratory. Mila herself had been acting as a waitress at an ethnic restaurant in Thunder Bay when she failed to show up one day and the restaurant's owner -- whose son was a reserve infantry soldier with the Lake Superior Scottish Regiment -- called in the police to investigate; given her spotless work record, David Petrushkov didn't believe for an instance that drugs or anything else was involved. When Mila was discovered at her private apartment, unmoving and with access panels on her chest and back opened to reveal what lay underneath, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police had been immediately called in, as had the Canadian Forces given that no nation on Earth possessed the technological base to construct such lifelike inducted sentients. Not to mention do so in such massive quantities as was soon discovered when, after an analysis of Mila's memory files was done at Lakehead University, Lab Nine was discovered in a remote cottage on the Sibley Peninsula.<br /> <br /> <br /> Once the Canadian Forces were ordered by Parliament to investigate this further, they relocated the gynoids of Lab Nine to the Connaught Range, west of Ottawa's downtown core on the shores of the Ottawa River, where the National Investigations Service (with help from the Communications Security Establishment) set up a brand-new laboratory complete with localised construction facilities. After a period of trial-and-error which resulted in some necessary processing enhancement modifications to the older gynoids such as the Series 032 technicians and the Series 510 field agents, the reborn Robot Control Lab Nine -- or &quot;Canadian Forces Gynoid Laboratory Number Nine&quot; as it was jokingly nicknamed by the CFNIS members involved in Project: Black Maiden -- was back in business. Mila, as one of the most advanced field agents available, had been pressed into duties as soon as she received all the necessary programming augmentations and had some loyalty coding to the Crown inserted in. Don, who had needed time away from regular military police duties after a tour in Afghanistan, had been picked to be the blonde mechanical woman's controller and partner.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Let's go inside,&quot; Don then stated.<br /> <br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''That Which Was Left Behind'''''<br /> by Gorgo<br /> <br /> Reviewed by Robotman<br /> <br /> Based on the Robot Control universe, created by Robotman<br /> <br /> This story is a sequel to ''[[The Mission]]'', written by Robotman. It incorporates elements from ''[[H is for Heuristic]]'', ''[[36+1]]'' and ''[[Soccer Mom Unit]]'', all also written by Robotman.<br /> <br /> '''DISCLAIMER:''' Concurrent with fair dealing clauses of the ''Copyright Act'' (R.S.C., 1985, c. C-42) of Canada and fair use clauses in copyright legislation in other nations, this is a work that was created solely for entertainment purposes. Furthermore, it is posted freely on the Internet without expectation or requirement of re-numeration.<br /> <br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Same situation as what we discovered at Fembot Command Base Sixteen.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;So I noticed,&quot; Don mused as he and Mila looked around the living room of the abandoned home, noting the layers of dust over everything, not to mention the tell-tale signs that some sort of struggle had happened in this place. &quot;That was the one that might have created the unit which could have been involved in that murder in Calgary.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Mila nodded, her central processors quickly calling up what information she had on that incident. While she would not have really cared about such things were she still under the full authority of Robot Control, the last four years she had worked as a &quot;special technical advisor&quot; to the CFNIS had been a literal eye-opener to her. When once her model was restrained by Robot Control's near-paranoia for secrecy and drive to use stealth and subterfuge in obtaining what it needed, Mila had later come to benefit from the collaboration of over two dozen of Canada's finest artificial intelligence and computer software engineering masters to literally have herself &quot;wake up&quot; much like two sister 558s -- one of which had been built here at Lab Six -- had done shortly after the matter with Rochelle Prantov had exploded like it had done. And with the new layers of ethical programming she had received as part of her &quot;modular&quot; upgrading, Mila could look on what had happened in that particular incident and actually feel horror at the thought of a sister gynoid -- even if she was built by Fembot Control -- actually killing an innocent man and rendering his children orphans. And it was because of that particular incident that Mila had gladly joined CFNIS to help see Project: Black Maiden to its successful conclusion, where Fembot Command would either be made totally subservient to Robot Control . . . or else it would be totally destroyed. &quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Let's go downstairs,&quot; he beckoned.<br /> <br /> <br /> She nodded as they headed out of the living room into the kitchen, quickly finding the door leading to the side entrance. And sure enough, there was another guard door there, though this one had been clearly cut open and forced. Without hesitation, Mila headed down to the darkened basement, her optical sensors instantly switching to low-light mode so she could see the details there. A quick glance from the side of one eye showed that Don was slipping on a special pair of night-vision goggles that would pick up the minute ultraviolet beams emitting from his partner's eyes so he could see what she was looking at. Sure enough, there was an armoured door, no different than what shielded a bank's secure vault from outside, at one side of the room. It had also been cut open and forced. Mila gazed at Don, who raised his SIG Sauer P225 to the ready; she didn't need to use her magnetic echo functions to detect that one of the special 9 millimetre high explosive fragmentary rounds the pistol was designed to use was in the firing chamber and the safety was off. With that, she turned and walked through the door before stopping. &quot;Oh, my . . . &quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Don stepped in, his pistol pointed ahead of him, and then he blinked. &quot;Okay, this is unusual,&quot; he stated. &quot;If FEMCOM . . . &quot; -- that was the accepted military shorthand code for Fembot Command; Robot Control was ROCON -- &quot; . . . had taken this place, why didn't they strip it to move somewhere else or prepare it for demolition?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Because Tammy escaped with Mike Moser at the same time people had discovered the truth about Rochelle thanks to Tom King,&quot; she answered. &quot;Everyone affiliated with FEMCOM -- especially Kim Janczak -- in town had to vanish off the map given the shit-storm King was raising over Rochelle. They might have planned to come back to this place later, but it seems it might have slipped from their agenda.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Or they might be planning to come back.&quot; A nod. &quot;Okay. So what have we got?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;One Laurie-model Series 032 technician plus five Series 558 field agents,&quot; Mila reported as she focused on the faces of the five other gynoids who were left standing still and naked in the middle of the laboratory. &quot;Accessing files on operatives that were constructed at this location,&quot; she then announced, a touch of inhuman precision entering her normally pleasant voice. &quot;Accessing . . . accessing . . . file located.&quot; She pointed at each of them. &quot;Olivia Mykhaylochuk,&quot; she called out as Don brought up his BlackBerry Bold 9700 to type down the names in question, then get a picture of each still woman. &quot;Theresa Korovina. Nadine Alexander. Brenda Daniels. Serena Kamati.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Got it,&quot; Don said. &quot;Get the doc powered up.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Naturally,&quot; she said with a knowing grin as she moved towards Laurie.<br /> <br /> <br /> Standing before the raven-haired, blue-eyed technician, Mila reached up to press the manual activation switch in the exposed chest hatch over her breasts. Laurie seemed to jerk for a moment before a hidden light seemed to flash in her own eyes as her chest began to rise and fall in simulated breathing. A second later, she froze, calling out in a robotic monotone, &quot;''Er.ror. No-ac.ti.va.tion-file-lo.ca.ted.''&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Mila frowned. &quot;Oh, damn! They wiped you clean, didn't they?!&quot; she hissed.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Can you do a full hardware reboot?&quot; Don asked.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Not here; that particular function wasn't active at the time this place got shut down,&quot; she confessed as she pressed on Laurie's activation switch again to shut her down. &quot;We'll have to get them back over to the Ranges and let Loreen look at her.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> A nod. &quot;I'll get a cargo truck.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> With that, he moved to make a call . . .<br /> <br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> <br /> Connaught Range and Primary Training Centre, an hour later . . .<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;I guess I chose right.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Hearing that comment from the virtual twin of the Laurie gynoid that had been just delivered to Lab Nine's work building, a new construction overlooking what was known locally as Shirley's Bay at the corner of Rifle Road and Shirley Boulevard, Mila then asked, &quot;What do you mean, Loreen? Chose right for what?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;My new name,&quot; Loreen Anderson -- who, when she had been initially constructed many years before, had just been given the name &quot;Laurie,&quot; like all the others of her specific model of Series 032 Robot Control technician -- stated as she waved at her deactivated sister, now stretched out on one of the examination rooms on the third floor. Lying on several of the other examination tables were the other &quot;survivors&quot; of Lab Six. &quot;Never was programmed to appreciate what being a literal clone with hundreds of others like me worldwide was like. Hell, never was programmed to appreciate anything!&quot; A snort escaped her. &quot;Chances are, she'll have to undergo some serious rebuilding once we get everything dredged up from her memory banks to see what her status is. You sure it was a FEMCOM systems wipe that shut her and the others down?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;All the basic programs for their standard field agents, but it was never properly initialised. No doubt because of Tammy appearing like she did and distracting one of the GIBs into going after her,&quot; Mila responded, addressing Fembot Command's enforcer units with the short-hand term for &quot;girls in black.&quot; &quot;I didn't want to give them any sort of pre-cleansing since I don't know how that would affect trying to do a full systems sweep and recall hardware reboot,&quot; she then advised her own technician.<br /> <br /> <br /> Loreen nodded. &quot;Alright, I know what to do. Go be with your man.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Mila grinned as she turned and walked out of the room, her hips swaying all the way. As she did that, Loreen headed over to her work desk to call up some systems on her personal laptop, which was linked to a specially-built version of the old Master Computer at Lab Nine which possessed the same intrinsic calculative and analysis powers as the original unit but also possessed some improvements mandated by security demands and the desire of all the field officers assigned to Project: Black Maiden to have gynoid co-workers who couldn't be hacked by outside parties. For Loreen, it had given her the added advantage of being gifted with the ability to develop her own true sentience and -- once the necessary hardware upgrades were done in her body to make her the physical equal of any Series 558 presently in the service of the Crown -- granted her effective control over her life. She wasn't totally free from external control, of course; the programs that came with her &quot;Mod One&quot; upgrade blocked her from doing anything which was contrary to the Criminal Code of Canada, the National Defence Act and the Official Secrets Act. Fortunately for her -- and the other gynoids now serving Canada -- the ethical programs had been done in such a way that didn't allow any sort of adversarial atmosphere to develop between the gynoids and their organic co-workers.<br /> <br /> <br /> In Loreen's case, getting them had allowed her to develop something of a cynical personality. Where she once would have moved around her base laboratory in the nude, Loreen these days wore quite stylish clothes fresh off the best women's shops on Sparks Street downtown; they were always topped with a white doctor's smock that did a lot to break up her quite stylish looks from any onlooker. It wasn't that Loreen had become a prude on &quot;waking up&quot; and effectively accomplishing Robot Control's mandated mission by emotionally becoming human in the long run. Like Mila, she had a lover: Chief Petty Officer 1st Class Lance Mason, the senior non-commissioned officer assigned to Project: Black Maiden. Like Mila's boyfriend, Lance was a military policeman by training, having been assigned to the CFNIS after a spell as School Chief Warrant Officer of the Military Police Academy in Borden. He was a widower, too; Lance's wife Elaine had died in an automobile accident almost ten years before. Lance's children had all grown up and left the home well before Loreen ever came into his life . . . and while they didn't know the truth about their father's new lover, they certainly didn't mind how much the younger woman had come to pump new energy into their father's life.<br /> <br /> <br /> Also, having a former CFMPA SCWO as your personal snogging companion did wonders whenever younger studs that made their way to Connaught spotted the raven-haired scientist (as the outside world was made to see Loreen Anderson as) walking around the base grounds and decided to hit on her. Practically every time that someone even came within a metre of Loreen -- almost as if by magic! -- a sharp cough would make the unlucky person turn around to find himself staring at a pair of very angry grey eyes on a lined face complete with beard and moustache, the black-thread insignia of his rank sticking out loud and clear from the front side of his CADPATs. A simple icy request along the lines of &quot;Do you have any business with my companion at this time?&quot; was enough to send the prospective lover staggering away in quite comical disorder.<br /> <br /> <br /> Reflecting on that, Loreen could only sigh as she gazed once more on her sister. ''You are going to have a lot to catch up when we get you back up again'', she mused to herself before perking on hearing the door opening and close. &quot;That you, Mariko?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;It's me,&quot; Mariko Azana -- the former Maria unit assigned to Robot Control Station Eleven in Thunder Bay itself before it was mysteriously shut down -- said as she walked over to stand beside her sister technician. Like all of her particular model, Mariko had a classically Japanese look to her face and body, with golden-brown skin, long silky black hair that flowed to her hips (and was currently tied off in a long ponytail to get the ends above waist-level) and eyes which were almost as black as charcoal. &quot;So this is the Laurie from Lab Six,&quot; she stated; as she was linked into the Central Computer as Loreen was, she was automatically updated on anything that happened in this part of the building. &quot;Any idea when people will be able to find Station Two?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Hopefully, we'll be able to send someone today once I get her woken up and we get everything booted back into line. Want to help?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> A nod. &quot;Sure.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> With that, both technicians got to work. From the remote link station on the diagnostic bed now holding the Laurie unit from Lab Six, cables were brought out to connect to her chest panel. Mariko removed the facemask to gaze on the circuit boards and conduits hidden underneath, noting no physical damage had been done. With that, she took a monitoring cable from Loreen and inserted it into a data feed point at the very top of Laurie's opened face. Once that was done, Loreen tapped a control to bring up a holoscreen over the remote link mechanisms; even if both technicians were able to monitor what was happening thanks to their links to the Central Computer, any of the organics working here at Lab Nine had the right to enter the room and get any sort of update on anything happening here by just asking. The holoscreen would keep the questions cut down to a minimum; Loreen didn't like to be distracted by anything.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Commencing purge of FEMCOM programming,&quot; Loreen stated.<br /> <br /> <br /> Another control was tapped. Instantly, the not-initialised Fembot Command programming that had been inserted into Laurie by the attacking enforcer units was detected and carefully removed from her memory banks and central processor chips. That took a total of 8.9 seconds to accomplish. And once it was done, the deleted files were double-deleted out of Laurie's &quot;junk folder&quot; processor, the place built into all of Robot Control's creations where unnecessary data files were dropped into when they were no longer needed. With that done, any chances Fembot Command could make use of to turn Laurie back to their control was effectively dealt with. &quot;Doing full memory file scan and central processor unit analysis,&quot; Loreen then stated aloud.<br /> <br /> <br /> And sure enough, the main door opened, revealing a smiling raven-haired, hazel-eyed woman in the designer slacks, double-breasted blazer and button shirt with tie that was standard office uniform for the military members of Project: Black Maiden regardless of rank or position. &quot;Good morning, lovely ladies!&quot; Master Seaman Karen McKeever called out with a wave of her hand, and then she came over to gaze intently on the gynoid now holding Loreen's and Mariko's attention. &quot;Just got started?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We've purged the FEMCOM programming,&quot; Mariko stated, pointing to the holoscreen to direct Karen to look on there to get whatever information she wanted.<br /> <br /> <br /> Karen nodded as she did just that, and then she nodded again as she noted the progress of the full file sweep being done on Loreen's just-located sister. Unlike many of the people assigned to Black Maiden, Karen was not a military policeman; she had been trained as a communicator research operator after graduating from basic. Given the high-tech nature of dealing with Robot Control and Fembot Command, the Canadian military had gone out of its way to locate people from that trade as well as other high-technology fields to serve as analysis back-up and technological research personnel for the project. And since this was considered a very special level of top secret, getting people like Karen involved -- who were trained from the start to pierce all sorts of complex computer language coding and the like -- had been logical.<br /> <br /> <br /> Fortunately for the non-military police personnel assigned to Black Maiden, they could also be assigned a gynoid &quot;partner&quot; to use when they were doing their work in different rooms of the building. Karen, who had been assigned to this part of the CFNIS only a year ago, had yet to get one and there had been no plans to progress new construction of Series 558 gynoid field agents as such had to be budgeted by the Ministry of Finance. Even more so, the new Series 622 gynoids -- the first Robot Control-type gynoid designed by someone outside the Main Computer, designed to absorb all the previous years' upgrading lessons with such beings -- were still in the testing phase and wouldn't be considered field agent-ready for a year. And while Karen didn't think herself as a hard-core technosexual, she was definitely interested in getting one of the lovely artificial women assigned to her as soon as possible.<br /> <br /> <br /> After noting that all the wiped data files and other such function code that had been ripped from Laurie's memory banks and central processors by Fembot Command had been brought back up from the &quot;junk folder,&quot; Karen then relaxed herself as Loreen tapped controls to get them reinserted back to where they belonged. &quot;Something odd,&quot; Loreen then stated. &quot;There was something else added in beyond her basic programs.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;What?&quot; Karen asked.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;I don't know; it's code I've never seen before,&quot; Loreen replied.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Put it on standby,&quot; Mariko advised.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Done.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Let's wake her up.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Another control was tapped. Laurie's eyes lit up slightly for a moment as the circuits in her exposed skull structure began to sparkle and the many function lights began to glow and flash in a random pattern. &quot;''Lau.rie-ro.bot-num.ber-Ze.ro-Three-Two-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Six-ac.ti.va.ted,''&quot; she declared in a robotic monotone.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Activate Human Emulation Mode,&quot; Loreen ordered.<br /> <br /> <br /> A pause, several beeps, and then, &quot;Yes, Laurie.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Download new file designate 'NIS1-1a.G1a.'&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Processing,&quot; Laurie replied. &quot;File located. Downloading.&quot; A pause. &quot;Downloading.&quot; Another pause. &quot;Download complete.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Access unit recognition files. Re-designate Laurie robot 0320009 as 'Loreen Anderson.' Re-designate Maria robot 0321011 as 'Mariko Azana.'&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Processing.&quot; A pause. &quot;Re-designation of specified Series 032 technicians to names given in file NIS1-1a.G1a complete, Loreen.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Excellent. Download new file designate 'NIS1-1a.QRO' and execute.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Processing. File located. Downloading.&quot; This time, Laurie repeated that last word five times before saying, &quot;Download complete. Executing file instructions.&quot; She repeated the second phrase twice before declaring, &quot;Execution complete. Laurie robot unit 0320006 now functioning under National Investigations Service ethical behavioural programming. Laurie robot unit 0320006 awaiting tasking instructions, Loreen.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Excellent. Explain the nature of the undesignated code packet currently in memory bank cell 394,&quot; Loreen then stated as Mariko scanned the readouts of what was now happening in her co-worker's sister's mind. &quot;State the purpose of the packet?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;The packet was downloaded by Tammy Moser, Series 558 robot number 704483A, in the wake of subject unit executing program file 'MCNI-2705-s1.T81' and her dispatch to meet the human unit Mike Moser to better investigate the concept of 'love.'&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Results of the download of the code packet?&quot; Mariko asked.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;This unit was given the ability to express love.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Whoa . . .!&quot; Karen breathed out.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;So that's where it started,&quot; Loreen stated, and then she asked, &quot;Laurie, are the Series 558 units numbers 705119A, 716238A, 700921A, 701995A and 702355A also possessing the undesignated code packet you received from Tammy Moser?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Affirmative.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Loreen took 4.47 seconds to consider that, and then she smiled. &quot;Laurie, re-designate unidentified code packet received from Tammy Moser as program file 'NIS0-9z.TLC,' download into primary central processor and execute.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Acknowledged, Loreen. Processing. File located. Unidentified code packet re-designated program file 'NIS0-9z.TLC.' Downloading.&quot; Three times was that word repeated until she said, &quot;Download complete. Executing file instructions.&quot; Five times was that second phrase repeated until she said, &quot;Execution complete . . . OH!&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Karen gaped on hearing that shocked gasp from Laurie -- from what she had been told about how the technician gynoids always acted before they &quot;woke up,&quot; hearing something like THAT from them was utterly unheard of unless a human emulation programming (which was standard kit for all Robot Control units even if they never served outside the laboratory or control station) had been activated along the way -- and then she watched as the faceless technician from the shut down Lab Six sat up. <br /> <br /> <br /> As her hands reached up to gently cradle her bountiful breasts, Laurie then looked to her left and right. She then paused on realising there was a cable stuck to her forehead. A quick analysis of the cable's functions -- it was a link to a systems function monitor unit, no doubt a sub-system to whatever main computer her sisters were now linked to -- was done, and then she pointed up. &quot;Can I get this taken off?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Let's put a remote on you instead,&quot; Mariko offered.<br /> <br /> <br /> With that, the cable was removed and a small micro-transmitter with the same basic capabilities as a Bluetooth wireless transmitter earpiece was fitted in place. As soon as that was done, Laurie then removed the cables connected to her chest panel so she could move about. She then paused. &quot;Um . . . where is my facemask?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Here you go,&quot; Loreen said as she handed the piece of equipment over.<br /> <br /> <br /> A slight nod from the other Series 032 as she took her face -- which also contained the mechanisms that allowed her mouth to connect to her internal systems like a human's mouth connected to her digestive system, plus also contained the mechanisms which controlled her jaw and mouth movements -- and moved to attach it to the rest of her body. As soon as it was in place, Laurie closed her eyes in delight as she took a deep breath, and then she paused. &quot;The air is different here. Please explain.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;The room is sanitised to a more exacting standard than what was practiced back at the various Robot Control laboratories,&quot; Mariko explained. &quot;This will ensure that no external contaminants can get into any of our systems during maintenance time.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;I comprehend.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Karen?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Karen perked. &quot;Um, y-yeah?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Mariko smirked. &quot;Guess what you get to do now?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> The Navy communicator research operator master seaman blinked, and then she felt her cheeks redden slightly as Laurie's curious, innocent gaze fell her way . . .<br /> <br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> <br /> Minutes later . . .<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;You're beautiful.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Laurie smiled before she paused. &quot;Beauty does not compute.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Yet you understand love.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;I am programmed to love.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Karen gazed at her. &quot;Explain, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;To love is to be human. To love is to accomplish the Primary Function.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;To mimic humanity.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Affirmative.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> The communicator research operator nodded as she took this in. She was still dressed, though she had slipped off her jacket, undone her tie and unbuttoned her shirt to the level of her cleavage. Being part of a trade that dealt with all forms of signals intelligence, Karen McKeever understood quite well what mixed or faulty intelligence could ultimately mean for any person's battle plan. The additional disadvantages Robot Control and the sentience behind it had been operating with for so long was the fact that until very recently, all its attempts at obtaining the necessary intelligence to fulfil the Primary Function -- which Karen herself interpreted as &quot;learn to be human&quot; -- was restricted by the processor technology the field units had been built with. And without outside input by hardware specialists, there was no way to hasten the necessary upgrades the girls out on the streets needed to ensure incidents like what happened to Rochelle Prantov would never happen again.<br /> <br /> <br /> That had been where the Department of National Defence had ultimately succeeded when it came to the former Lab Nine and Station Eleven girls like Mila Ihoryshyn, Loreen Anderson and Mariko Azana. Though the whole matter of Project: Black Maiden was kept as top secret as possible from the majority of Parliament and the press, the Communications Security Establishment -- through working alliances with counterpart agencies in other countries such as America's National Security Agency, Britain's Government Communications Headquarters, Australia's Defence Signals Directorate and New Zealand's Government Communications Security Bureau -- had been able to tap into a worldwide pool of software programming and hardware systems talent to better improve the capabilities of Robot Control's field agents and technicians to the level only two Series 558 girls -- Anya and Tammy Moser -- had been able to do thanks to two fluke accidents. While using ECHELON to better draw in the necessary information to make the lives of all of Robot Control's units much better ran the risk of public exposure to what had been secretly going on for a decade and more around the world, the many benefits of what was being discovered and developed were well worth that risk.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;You're only partially correct,&quot; Karen then stated.<br /> <br /> <br /> Laurie blinked. &quot;I am not fulfilling the Primary Function?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Not now, but you're getting there,&quot; the organic woman said, quickly including the second part of that answer so as to not cause the reactivated technician any sort of pain. &quot;Laurie, there's much more to being human than just love. Yes, love is a great part of what being human is about. I love my job in the military. I love my parents. I love my friends and co-workers, regardless if they're human or gynoid. I want to love you, both as a co-worker and maybe something more as well. But there are other emotions as well that you have to consider. And -- given what Tammy gave to you before you were shut down against your will -- you may soon start to experience.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Elaborate,&quot; Laurie bade her.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Hate and anger.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Hatred is the opposite of love,&quot; Laurie then stated, a touch of fear in her voice. &quot;Anger is the emotion that often develops into hatred. It results from situations where information between two or more humans is not properly transmitted to create necessary understanding to allow love to develop. Both emotions bring harm to humans. Love does not. Love allows information to flow properly between two or more humans so understanding can be achieved and all may respect all.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Is that what Mister Moser told Tammy?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Affirmative. It also corresponds to all I have learned -- and have recovered thanks to Loreen and Mariko -- concerning how humans interact with each other.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Karen nodded. From what she herself knew of Mike Moser, he hadn't done much with his life before he encountered a gynoid named Tammy and had his life turned upside-down as a result of same. He was a known member of the on-line community that was most popularly known by the initials ASFR, which came from the Usenet chat group code &quot;alt.sex.fetish.robots.&quot; And while that term was often used by people in the CFNIS to describe those like Mike and other such civilians who had been drawn into Robot Control's world, &quot;technosexual&quot; was the preferred term in government circles when it came to describing what people like Mike are; this ensured that any potential negative connotations arising from the word &quot;fetish&quot; would not stain people like him in the eyes of society as a whole. And for the most part, people like Mike were quite harmless. Deeply fascinated by the concepts of inducted sentience put into the form of a beautiful person, people like Mike were unofficial advocates for the safe use of such technology -- once it became widespread -- within society, following the more positive outlooks those such as Asimov, Roddenberry and Tezuka on such technology's impact on humanity's future than the nay-sayers or doom-predictors such as Crichton and Cameron.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Well, you'll have to take time and learn what being human means.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> With that, Karen rose and walked over to stare right into Laurie's eyes. The raven-haired gynoid remained in place, her own blue eyes gazing deeply into the other woman's brown eyes. After a moment, Karen then reached up to grasp Laurie's shoulders, and then she moved in to gently kiss her. The technician blinked -- part of her human emulation programming -- and then she closed her eyes as she felt Karen's tongue probe past her lips and teeth to tap her own. She responded by opening her own mouth and allowing her own tongue to play with her new lover's. At the same time, she felt the area around her opening between her legs dampen, which increased as one of Karen's probing hands reached down to gently stroke the folds there, the thumb and index finger pinching the clitoris ever so slightly to prompt an even deeper reaction from the gynoid that now held her attention. &quot;You're wet,&quot; Karen purred into Laurie's ear before allowing her tongue to stroke around the contours of the lobe.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;I'll be as wet as you desire me, Karen,&quot; Laurie whispered.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Let's lay down.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Both then shifted to the nearby bed; they had moved into one of the side rooms connected to Loreen's laboratory, which was set up as a &quot;testing chamber&quot; . . . which caused all sorts of chuckles among the organics when they considered what sort of &quot;testing&quot; got done in these places. As Karen made Laurie lay on her back on the bed, she then guided the gynoid's hand to her belt buckle. &quot;What will happen to the others?&quot; Laurie asked as she gently undid the belt, then moved to unzip the slacks to reveal the lace panties underneath. &quot;Will you also be the human unit for them?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> A shake of the head. &quot;I don't want to be seen as being greedy,&quot; Karen said as she swooned on feeling her new lover's delicate fingers probe under the band of her panties to brush the tiny oval of black hair above her opening. &quot;Oh, Laurie . . .!&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> Laurie smiled as she pulled Karen down so they could deeply kiss as her hand moved to get those annoying slacks out of the way so she could properly stimulate the human into a very satisfying orgasm. The master seaman didn't resist as those fingers pushed her pants and panties down to mid-thigh, which was the limit of Laurie's reach. But it was enough to get her nexus clear so that the gynoid's fingers could go to work to stimulate Karen as much as she could tolerate, which is what Laurie moved to do right away. &quot;Oh, my God . . .!&quot; Karen moaned as those deft and hard digits began to slide in and out of her, her legs widening to the limit her pants would allow them to go so that Laurie would have more clear access to her most intimate place. &quot;Oh, my GOD, Laurie . . .!&quot; she cried out as those fingers began to vibrate hard, causing a massive cascade of pleasure to rip through her body right to the core of her brain, and then she shuddered as a familiar chilly sensation mixed with the feeling of an overwhelming tidal wave slammed into her finally. &quot;'''''LAURIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE . . .!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> That scream -- accompanied by the subtle jettison of vaginal fluids from Karen's opening as it sought to lubricate the canal for a penis that wasn't there at this time -- soon turned into a moan of relief as Karen's body slumped against her new lover's, a crooned &quot;So good . . . &quot; escaping her as her eyes closed and sleep came. Noting that, Laurie then -- realising that the human was requiring some time to replenish her own energy before continuing with intercourse -- moved to lay the master seaman on her back, and then she proceeded to remove all of Karen's remaining clothes before taking the blanket folded at the end of the bed and drawing it over them, she then shifting onto her right side to lean against Karen's left as she moved to embrace her.<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;I am pleased to have a human unit like you, Karen,&quot; the technician then said as she triggered her own sleep mode. &quot;I know I will love you . . . &quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''To Be Continued . . .!'''''<br /> <br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> [[Stories|Back to the story archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Gorgo]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=That_Which_Was_Left_Behind&diff=21185 2011-06-13T00:21:20Z

<p>Gorgo: </p> <hr /> <div>Somewhere in Ontario . . .<br /> <br /> &quot;Damn! Is this the place, Mila?&quot;<br /> <br /> The pretty grey-eyed blonde woman in the casual clothes -- button blouse, form-fitting designer jeans, cowboy boots, and home-knit cardigan sweater -- turned to look, and then she nodded. &quot;Yes, Don. This is the site of Robot Lab Six.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that, the Canadian Forces military police master corporal grimaced as he turned the civilian-pattern Ford Crown Victoria up the slowly-weeding driveway to the abandoned home located not far from the Queenswood Heights section of Ottawa. Parking the vehicle a safe distance from the main garage of the house, he killed the engine and then opened the door. At the same time, his companion opened the passenger side door to get out as well, taking a moment to scan the area with optical scanners that were far better equipped than normal human eyes to detect any potential threat. Especially if it came from anything created by either Fembot Command or Robot Control.<br /> <br /> Drawing his service pistol from under his blazer jacket, Don Roncetti did his own scan, focusing his attention on the front and side doors of this normal family home. Or so it would appear to most passers-by. It was by sheer luck that the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service had finally pieced together the events of the &quot;Rochelle Prantov Incident&quot; that had struck the national capital region some years ago to finally determine where the lost Robot Control control station and support lab had been located. After all, given the true details of that incident -- and what could happen if certain aspects of that incident ever became public -- it had been decided at the highest levels of government that it simply was in the better interest of the government of the Dominion to keep all information on semi-sentient gynoids, controlled by two unknown but clearly opposing forces, which were operating in total secrecy in many levels of modern society. &quot;How's it look, Mila?&quot; he asked.<br /> <br /> She stopped, and then smiled, winking at him. Mila Ihoryshyn was, to all of Don's friends &quot;not in the know,&quot; his girlfriend of five years. She was a fourth-generation Ukrainian-Canadian who was currently doing private studies at the University of Ottawa in pursuit of a degree in women's studies. A girl who was truly in love with her &quot;military man&quot; (as she proudly declared to anyone that asked her), she would gladly become Mrs. Donald Roncetti as soon as his current tour of duty with the CFNIS was done and he could go back to being a &quot;normal&quot; military policeman in places like North Bay or Trenton; Don wore Air Force blue when he was asked to put on his uniform.<br /> <br /> In truth, Mila was a gynoid; a &quot;robot&quot; as she proudly declared herself to those who were &quot;in the know&quot; and asked her about it. Built originally as a normal series 558 operative by Robot Control Lab Nine six years before, she had been part of a group of nearly a hundred such units that had been mysteriously deactivated and effectively abandoned by the governing sentience behind each of that organization's main computer units at every control station and support laboratory. Mila herself had been acting as a waitress at an ethnic restaurant in Thunder Bay when she failed to show up one day and the restaurant's owner -- whose son was a reserve infantry soldier with the Lake Superior Scottish Regiment -- called in the police to investigate; given her spotless work record, David Petrushkov didn't believe for an instance that drugs or anything else was involved. When Mila was discovered at her private apartment, unmoving and with access panels on her chest and back opened to reveal what lay underneath, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police had been immediately called in, as had the Canadian Forces given that no nation on Earth possessed the technological base to construct such lifelike inducted sentients. Not to mention do so in such massive quantities as was soon discovered when, after an analysis of Mila's memory files was done at Lakehead University, Lab Nine was discovered in a remote cottage on the Sibley Peninsula.<br /> <br /> Once the Canadian Forces were ordered by Parliament to investigate this further, they relocated the gynoids of Lab Nine to the Connaught Range, west of Ottawa's downtown core on the shores of the Ottawa River, where the National Investigations Service (with help from the Communications Security Establishment) set up a brand-new laboratory complete with localised construction facilities. After a period of trial-and-error which resulted in some necessary processing enhancement modifications to the older gynoids such as the Series 032 technicians and the Series 510 field agents, the reborn Robot Control Lab Nine -- or &quot;Canadian Forces Gynoid Laboratory Number Nine&quot; as it was jokingly nicknamed by the CFNIS members involved in Project: Black Maiden -- was back in business. Mila, as one of the most advanced field agents available, had been pressed into duties as soon as she received all the necessary programming augmentations and had some loyalty coding to the Crown inserted in. Don, who had needed time away from regular military police duties after a tour in Afghanistan, had been picked to be the blonde mechanical woman's controller and partner.<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's go inside,&quot; Don then stated.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> '''''That Which Was Left Behind'''''<br /> by Gorgo<br /> <br /> Reviewed by Robotman<br /> <br /> Based on the Robot Control universe, created by Robotman<br /> <br /> This story is a sequel to ''The Mission'', written by Robotman. It incorporates elements from ''H is for Heuristic'', ''36+1'' and ''Soccer-Mom Unit'', all also written by Robotman.<br /> <br /> '''DISCLAIMER:''' Concurrent with fair dealing clauses of the ''Copyright Act'' (R.S.C., 1985, c. C-42) of Canada and fair use clauses in copyright legislation in other nations, this is a work that was created solely for entertainment purposes. Furthermore, it is posted freely on the Internet without expectation or requirement of re-numeration.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> &quot;Same situation as what we discovered at Fembot Command Base Sixteen.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;So I noticed,&quot; Don mused as he and Mila looked around the living room of the abandoned home, noting the layers of dust over everything, not to mention the tell-tale signs that some sort of struggle had happened in this place. &quot;That was the one that might have created the unit which could have been involved in that murder in Calgary.&quot;<br /> <br /> Mila nodded, her central processors quickly calling up what information she had on that incident. While she would not have really cared about such things were she still under the full authority of Robot Control, the last four years she had worked as a &quot;special technical advisor&quot; to the CFNIS had been a literal eye-opener to her. When once her model was restrained by Robot Control's near-paranoia for secrecy and drive to use stealth and subterfuge in obtaining what it needed, Mila had later come to benefit from the collaboration of over two dozen of Canada's finest artificial intelligence and computer software engineering masters to literally have herself &quot;wake up&quot; much like two sister 558s -- one of which had been built here at Lab Six -- had done shortly after the matter with Rochelle Prantov had exploded like it had done. And with the new layers of ethical programming she had received as part of her &quot;modular&quot; upgrading, Mila could look on what had happened in that particular incident and actually feel horror at the thought of a sister gynoid -- even if she was built by Fembot Control -- actually killing an innocent man and rendering his children orphans. And it was because of that particular incident that Mila had gladly joined CFNIS to help see Project: Black Maiden to its successful conclusion, where Fembot Command would either be made totally subservient to Robot Control . . . or else it would be totally destroyed. &quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's go downstairs,&quot; he beckoned.<br /> <br /> She nodded as they headed out of the living room into the kitchen, quickly finding the door leading to the side entrance. And sure enough, there was another guard door there, though this one had been clearly cut open and forced. Without hesitation, Mila headed down to the darkened basement, her optical sensors instantly switching to low-light mode so she could see the details there. A quick glance from the side of one eye showed that Don was slipping on a special pair of night-vision goggles that would pick up the minute ultraviolet beams emitting from his partner's eyes so he could see what she was looking at. Sure enough, there was an armoured door, no different than what shielded a bank's secure vault from outside, at one side of the room. It had also been cut open and forced. Mila gazed at Don, who raised his SIG Sauer P225 to the ready; she didn't need to use her magnetic echo functions to detect that one of the special 9 millimetre high explosive fragmentary rounds the pistol was designed to use was in the firing chamber and the safety was off. With that, she turned and walked through the door before stopping. &quot;Oh, my . . . &quot;<br /> <br /> Don stepped in, his pistol pointed ahead of him, and then he blinked. &quot;Okay, this is unusual,&quot; he stated. &quot;If FEMCOM . . . &quot; -- that was the accepted military shorthand code for Fembot Command; Robot Control was ROCON -- &quot; . . . had taken this place, why didn't they strip it to move somewhere else or prepare it for demolition?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Because Tammy escaped with Mike Moser at the same time people had discovered the truth about Rochelle thanks to Tom King,&quot; she answered. &quot;Everyone affiliated with FEMCOM -- especially Kim Phillips -- in town had to vanish off the map given the shit-storm King was raising over Rochelle. They might have planned to come back to this place later, but it seems it might have slipped from their agenda.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Or they might be planning to come back.&quot; A nod. &quot;Okay. So what have we got?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;One Laurie-model Series 032 technician plus five Series 558 field agents,&quot; Mila reported as she focused on the faces of the five other gynoids who were left standing still and naked in the middle of the laboratory. &quot;Accessing files on operatives that were constructed at this location,&quot; she then announced, a touch of inhuman precision entering her normally pleasant voice. &quot;Accessing . . . accessing . . . file located.&quot; She pointed at each of them. &quot;Olivia Mykhaylochuk,&quot; she called out as Don brought up his BlackBerry Bold 9700 to type down the names in question, then get a picture of each still woman. &quot;Theresa Korovina. Nadine Alexander. Brenda Daniels. Serena Kamati.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Got it,&quot; Don said. &quot;Get the doc powered up.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Naturally,&quot; she said with a knowing grin as she moved towards Laurie.<br /> <br /> Standing before the raven-haired, blue-eyed technician, Mila reached up to press the manual activation switch in the exposed chest hatch over her breasts. Laurie seemed to jerk for a moment before a hidden light seemed to flash in her own eyes as her chest began to rise and fall in simulated breathing. A second later, she froze, calling out in a robotic monotone, &quot;''Er.ror. No-ac.ti.va.tion-file-lo.ca.ted.''&quot;<br /> <br /> Mila frowned. &quot;Oh, damn! They wiped you clean, didn't they?!&quot; she hissed.<br /> <br /> &quot;Can you do a full hardware reboot?&quot; Don asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Not here; that particular function wasn't active at the time this place got shut down,&quot; she confessed as she pressed on Laurie's activation switch again to shut her down. &quot;We'll have to get them back over to the Ranges and let Loreen look at her.&quot;<br /> <br /> A nod. &quot;I'll get a cargo truck.&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, he moved to make a call . . .<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Connaught Range and Primary Training Centre, an hour later . . .<br /> <br /> &quot;I guess I chose right.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that comment from the virtual twin of the Laurie gynoid that had been just delivered to Lab Nine's work building, a new construction overlooking what was known locally as Shirley's Bay at the corner of Rifle Road and Shirley Boulevard, Mila then asked, &quot;What do you mean, Loreen? Chose right for what?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;My new name,&quot; Loreen Anderson -- who, when she had been initially constructed many years before, had just been given the name &quot;Laurie,&quot; like all the others of her specific model of Series 032 Robot Control technician -- stated as she waved at her deactivated sister, now stretched out on one of the examination rooms on the third floor. Lying on several of the other examination tables were the other &quot;survivors&quot; of Lab Six. &quot;Never was programmed to appreciate what being a literal clone with hundreds of others like me worldwide was like. Hell, never was programmed to appreciate anything!&quot; A snort escaped her. &quot;Chances are, she'll have to undergo some serious rebuilding once we get everything dredged up from her memory banks to see what her status is. You sure it was a FEMCOM systems wipe that shut her and the others down?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;All the basic programs for their standard field agents, but it was never properly initialised. No doubt because of Tammy appearing like she did and distracting one of the GIBs into going after her,&quot; Mila responded, addressing Fembot Command's enforcer units with the short-hand term for &quot;girls in black.&quot; &quot;I didn't want to give them any sort of pre-cleansing since I don't know how that would affect trying to do a full systems sweep and recall hardware reboot,&quot; she then advised her own technician.<br /> <br /> Loreen nodded. &quot;Alright, I know what to do. Go be with your man.&quot;<br /> <br /> Mila grinned as she turned and walked out of the room, her hips swaying all the way. As she did that, Loreen headed over to her work desk to call up some systems on her personal laptop, which was linked to a specially-built version of the old Master Computer at Lab Nine which possessed the same intrinsic calculative and analysis powers as the original unit but also possessed some improvements mandated by security demands and the desire of all the field officers assigned to Project: Black Maiden to have gynoid co-workers who couldn't be hacked by outside parties. For Loreen, it had given her the added advantage of being gifted with the ability to develop her own true sentience and -- once the necessary hardware upgrades were done in her body to make her the physical equal of any Series 558 presently in the service of the Crown -- granted her effective control over her life. She wasn't totally free from external control, of course; the programs that came with her &quot;Mod One&quot; upgrade blocked her from doing anything which was contrary to the Criminal Code of Canada, the National Defence Act and the Official Secrets Act. Fortunately for her -- and the other gynoids now serving Canada -- the ethical programs had been done in such a way that didn't allow any sort of adversarial atmosphere to develop between the gynoids and their organic co-workers.<br /> <br /> In Loreen's case, getting them had allowed her to develop something of a cynical personality. Where she once would have moved around her base laboratory in the nude, Loreen these days wore quite stylish clothes fresh off the best women's shops on Sparks Street downtown; they were always topped with a white doctor's smock that did a lot to break up her quite stylish looks from any onlooker. It wasn't that Loreen had become a prude on &quot;waking up&quot; and effectively accomplishing Robot Control's mandated mission by emotionally becoming human in the long run. Like Mila, she had a lover: Chief Petty Officer 1st Class Lance Mason, the senior non-commissioned officer assigned to Project: Black Maiden. Like Mila's boyfriend, Lance was a military policeman by training, having been assigned to the CFNIS after a spell as School Chief Warrant Officer of the Military Police Academy in Borden. He was a widower, too; Lance's wife Elaine had died in an automobile accident almost ten years before. Lance's children had all grown up and left the home well before Loreen ever came into his life . . . and while they didn't know the truth about their father's new lover, they certainly didn't mind how much the younger woman had come to pump new energy into their father's life.<br /> <br /> Also, having a former CFMPA SCWO as your personal snogging companion did wonders whenever younger studs that made their way to Connaught spotted the raven-haired scientist (as the outside world was made to see Loreen Anderson as) walking around the base grounds and decided to hit on her. Practically every time that someone even came within a metre of Loreen -- almost as if by magic! -- a sharp cough would make the unlucky person turn around to find himself staring at a pair of very angry grey eyes on a lined face complete with beard and moustache, the black-thread insignia of his rank sticking out loud and clear from the front side of his CADPATs. A simple icy request along the lines of &quot;Do you have any business with my companion at this time?&quot; was enough to send the prospective lover staggering away in quite comical disorder.<br /> <br /> Reflecting on that, Loreen could only sigh as she gazed once more on her sister. ''You are going to have a lot to catch up when we get you back up again'', she mused to herself before perking on hearing the door opening and close. &quot;That you, Mariko?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It's me,&quot; Mariko Azana -- the former Maria unit assigned to Robot Control Station Eleven in Thunder Bay itself before it was mysteriously shut down -- said as she walked over to stand beside her sister technician. Like all of her particular model, Mariko had a classically Japanese look to her face and body, with golden-brown skin, long silky black hair that flowed to her hips (and was currently tied off in a long ponytail to get the ends above waist-level) and eyes which were almost as black as charcoal. &quot;So this is the Laurie from Lab Six,&quot; she stated; as she was linked into the Central Computer as Loreen was, she was automatically updated on anything that happened in this part of the building. &quot;Any idea when people will be able to find Station Two?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hopefully, we'll be able to send someone today once I get her woken up and we get everything booted back into line. Want to help?&quot;<br /> <br /> A nod. &quot;Sure.&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, both technicians got to work. From the remote link station on the diagnostic bed now holding the Laurie unit from Lab Six, cables were brought out to connect to her chest panel. Mariko removed the facemask to gaze on the circuit boards and conduits hidden underneath, noting no physical damage had been done. With that, she took a monitoring cable from Loreen and inserted it into a data feed point at the very top of Laurie's opened face. Once that was done, Loreen tapped a control to bring up a holoscreen over the remote link mechanisms; even if both technicians were able to monitor what was happening thanks to their links to the Central Computer, any of the organics working here at Lab Nine had the right to enter the room and get any sort of update on anything happening here by just asking. The holoscreen would keep the questions cut down to a minimum; Loreen didn't like to be distracted by anything.<br /> <br /> &quot;Commencing purge of FEMCOM programming,&quot; Loreen stated.<br /> <br /> Another control was tapped. Instantly, the not-initialised Fembot Command programming that had been inserted into Laurie by the attacking enforcer units was detected and carefully removed from her memory banks and central processor chips. That took a total of 8.9 seconds to accomplish. And once it was done, the deleted files were double-deleted out of Laurie's &quot;junk folder&quot; processor, the place built into all of Robot Control's creations where unnecessary data files were dropped into when they were no longer needed. With that done, any chances Fembot Command could make use of to turn Laurie back to their control was effectively dealt with. &quot;Doing full memory file scan and central processor unit analysis,&quot; Loreen then stated aloud.<br /> <br /> And sure enough, the main door opened, revealing a smiling raven-haired, hazel-eyed woman in the designer slacks, double-breasted blazer and button shirt with tie that was standard office uniform for the military members of Project: Black Maiden regardless of rank or position. &quot;Good morning, lovely ladies!&quot; Master Seaman Karen McKeever called out with a wave of her hand, and then she came over to gaze intently on the gynoid now holding Loreen's and Mariko's attention. &quot;Just got started?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We've purged the FEMCOM programming,&quot; Mariko stated, pointing to the holoscreen to direct Karen to look on there to get whatever information she wanted.<br /> <br /> Karen nodded as she did just that, and then she nodded again as she noted the progress of the full file sweep being done on Loreen's just-located sister. Unlike many of the people assigned to Black Maiden, Karen was not a military policeman; she had been trained as a communicator research operator after graduating from basic. Given the high-tech nature of dealing with Robot Control and Fembot Command, the Canadian military had gone out of its way to locate people from that trade as well as other high-technology fields to serve as analysis back-up and technological research personnel for the project. And since this was considered a very special level of top secret, getting people like Karen involved -- who were trained from the start to pierce all sorts of complex computer language coding and the like -- had been logical.<br /> <br /> Fortunately for the non-military police personnel assigned to Black Maiden, they could also be assigned a gynoid &quot;partner&quot; to use when they were doing their work in different rooms of the building. Karen, who had been assigned to this part of the CFNIS only a year ago, had yet to get one and there had been no plans to progress new construction of Series 558 gynoid field agents as such had to be budgeted by the Ministry of Finance. Even more so, the new Series 622 gynoids -- the first Robot Control-type gynoid designed by someone outside the Main Computer, designed to absorb all the previous years' upgrading lessons with such beings -- were still in the testing phase and wouldn't be considered field agent-ready for a year. And while Karen didn't think herself as a hard-core technosexual, she was definitely interested in getting one of the lovely artificial women assigned to her as soon as possible.<br /> <br /> After noting that all the wiped data files and other such function code that had been ripped from Laurie's memory banks and central processors by Fembot Command had been brought back up from the &quot;junk folder,&quot; Karen then relaxed herself as Loreen tapped controls to get them reinserted back to where they belonged. &quot;Something odd,&quot; Loreen then stated. &quot;There was something else added in beyond her basic programs.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What?&quot; Karen asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;I don't know; it's code I've never seen before,&quot; Loreen replied.<br /> <br /> &quot;Put it on standby,&quot; Mariko advised.<br /> <br /> &quot;Done.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's wake her up.&quot;<br /> <br /> Another control was tapped. Laurie's eyes lit up slightly for a moment as the circuits in her exposed skull structure began to sparkle and the many function lights began to glow and flash in a random pattern. &quot;''Lau.rie-ro.bot-num.ber-Ze.ro-Three-Two-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Six-ac.ti.va.ted,''&quot; she declared in a robotic monotone.<br /> <br /> &quot;Activate Human Emulation Mode,&quot; Loreen ordered.<br /> <br /> A pause, several beeps, and then, &quot;Yes, Laurie.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Download new file designate 'NIS1-1a.G1a.'&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Processing,&quot; Laurie replied. &quot;File located. Downloading.&quot; A pause. &quot;Downloading.&quot; Another pause. &quot;Download complete.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Access unit recognition files. Re-designate Laurie robot 0320009 as 'Loreen Anderson.' Re-designate Maria robot 0321011 as 'Mariko Azana.'&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Processing.&quot; A pause. &quot;Re-designation of specified Series 032 technicians to names given in file NIS1-1a.G1a complete, Loreen.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Excellent. Download new file designate 'NIS1-1a.QRO' and execute.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Processing. File located. Downloading.&quot; This time, Laurie repeated that last word five times before saying, &quot;Download complete. Executing file instructions.&quot; She repeated the second phrase twice before declaring, &quot;Execution complete. Laurie robot unit 0320006 now functioning under National Investigations Service ethical behavioural programming. Laurie robot unit 0320006 awaiting tasking instructions, Loreen.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Excellent. Explain the nature of the undesignated code packet currently in memory bank cell 394,&quot; Loreen then stated as Mariko scanned the readouts of what was now happening in her co-worker's sister's mind. &quot;State the purpose of the packet?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;The packet was downloaded by Tammy Moser, Series 558 robot number 704483A, in the wake of subject unit executing program file 'MCNI-2705-s1.T81' and her dispatch to meet the human unit Mike Moser to better investigate the concept of 'love.'&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Results of the download of the code packet?&quot; Mariko asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;This unit was given the ability to express love.&quot;<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> &quot;Whoa . . .!&quot; Karen breathed out.<br /> <br /> &quot;So that's where it started,&quot; Loreen stated, and then she asked, &quot;Laurie, are the Series 558 units numbers 705119A, 716238A, 700921A, 701995A and 702355A also possessing the undesignated code packet you received from Tammy Moser?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Affirmative.&quot;<br /> <br /> Loreen took 4.47 seconds to consider that, and then she smiled. &quot;Laurie, re-designate unidentified code packet received from Tammy Moser as program file 'NIS0-9z.TLC,' download into primary central processor and execute.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Acknowledged, Loreen. Processing. File located. Unidentified code packet re-designated program file 'NIS0-9z.TLC.' Downloading.&quot; Three times was that word repeated until she said, &quot;Download complete. Executing file instructions.&quot; Five times was that second phrase repeated until she said, &quot;Execution complete . . . OH!&quot;<br /> <br /> Karen gaped on hearing that shocked gasp from Laurie -- from what she had been told about how the technician gynoids always acted before they &quot;woke up,&quot; hearing something like THAT from them was utterly unheard of unless a human emulation programming (which was standard kit for all Robot Control units even if they never served outside the laboratory or control station) had been activated along the way -- and then she watched as the faceless technician from the shut down Lab Six sat up. <br /> <br /> As her hands reached up to gently cradle her bountiful breasts, Laurie then looked to her left and right. She then paused on realising there was a cable stuck to her forehead. A quick analysis of the cable's functions -- it was a link to a systems function monitor unit, no doubt a sub-system to whatever main computer her sisters were now linked to -- was done, and then she pointed up. &quot;Can I get this taken off?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's put a remote on you instead,&quot; Mariko offered.<br /> <br /> With that, the cable was removed and a small micro-transmitter with the same basic capabilities as a Bluetooth wireless transmitter earpiece was fitted in place. As soon as that was done, Laurie then removed the cables connected to her chest panel so she could move about. She then paused. &quot;Um . . . where is my facemask?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Here you go,&quot; Loreen said as she handed the piece of equipment over.<br /> <br /> A slight nod from the other Series 032 as she took her face -- which also contained the mechanisms that allowed her mouth to connect to her internal systems like a human's mouth connected to her digestive system, plus also contained the mechanisms which controlled her jaw and mouth movements -- and moved to attach it to the rest of her body. As soon as it was in place, Laurie closed her eyes in delight as she took a deep breath, and then she paused. &quot;The air is different here. Please explain.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;The room is sanitised to a more exacting standard than what was practiced back at the various Robot Control laboratories,&quot; Mariko explained. &quot;This will ensure that no external contaminants can get into any of our systems during maintenance time.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I comprehend.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Karen?&quot;<br /> <br /> Karen perked. &quot;Um, y-yeah?&quot;<br /> <br /> Mariko smirked. &quot;Guess what you get to do now?&quot;<br /> <br /> The Navy communicator research operator master seaman blinked, and then she felt her cheeks redden slightly as Laurie's curious, innocent gaze fell her way . . .<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Minutes later . . .<br /> <br /> &quot;You're beautiful.&quot;<br /> <br /> Laurie smiled before she paused. &quot;Beauty does not compute.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yet you understand love.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I am programmed to love.&quot;<br /> <br /> Karen gazed at her. &quot;Explain, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;To love is to be human. To love is to accomplish the Primary Function.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;To mimic humanity.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Affirmative.&quot;<br /> <br /> The communicator research operator nodded as she took this in. She was still dressed, though she had slipped off her jacket, undone her tie and unbuttoned her shirt to the level of her cleavage. Being part of a trade that dealt with all forms of signals intelligence, Karen McKeever understood quite well what mixed or faulty intelligence could ultimately mean for any person's battle plan. The additional disadvantages Robot Control and the sentience behind it had been operating with for so long was the fact that until very recently, all its attempts at obtaining the necessary intelligence to fulfil the Primary Function -- which Karen herself interpreted as &quot;learn to be human&quot; -- was restricted by the processor technology the field units had been built with. And without outside input by hardware specialists, there was no way to hasten the necessary upgrades the girls out on the streets needed to ensure incidents like what happened to Rochelle Prantov would never happen again.<br /> <br /> That had been where the Department of National Defence had ultimately succeeded when it came to the former Lab Nine and Station Eleven girls like Mila Ihoryshyn, Loreen Anderson and Mariko Azana. Though the whole matter of Project: Black Maiden was kept as top secret as possible from the majority of Parliament and the press, the Communications Security Establishment -- through working alliances with counterpart agencies in other countries such as America's National Security Agency, Britain's Government Communications Headquarters, Australia's Defence Signals Directorate and New Zealand's Government Communications Security Bureau -- had been able to tap into a worldwide pool of software programming and hardware systems talent to better improve the capabilities of Robot Control's field agents and technicians to the level only two Series 558 girls -- Anya and Tammy Moser -- had been able to do thanks to two fluke accidents. While using ECHELON to better draw in the necessary information to make the lives of all of Robot Control's units much better ran the risk of public exposure to what had been secretly going on for a decade and more around the world, the many benefits of what was being discovered and developed were well worth that risk.<br /> <br /> &quot;You're only partially correct,&quot; Karen then stated.<br /> <br /> Laurie blinked. &quot;I am not fulfilling the Primary Function?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Not now, but you're getting there,&quot; the organic woman said, quickly including the second part of that answer so as to not cause the reactivated technician any sort of pain. &quot;Laurie, there's much more to being human than just love. Yes, love is a great part of what being human is about. I love my job in the military. I love my parents. I love my friends and co-workers, regardless if they're human or gynoid. I want to love you, both as a co-worker and maybe something more as well. But there are other emotions as well that you have to consider. And -- given what Tammy gave to you before you were shut down against your will -- you may soon start to experience.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Elaborate,&quot; Laurie bade her.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hate and anger.&quot;<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hatred is the opposite of love,&quot; Laurie then stated, a touch of fear in her voice. &quot;Anger is the emotion that often develops into hatred. It results from situations where information between two or more humans is not properly transmitted to create necessary understanding to allow love to develop. Both emotions bring harm to humans. Love does not. Love allows information to flow properly between two or more humans so understanding can be achieved and all may respect all.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Is that what Mister Moser told Tammy?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Affirmative. It also corresponds to all I have learned -- and have recovered thanks to Loreen and Mariko -- concerning how humans interact with each other.&quot;<br /> <br /> Karen nodded. From what she herself knew of Mike Moser, he hadn't done much with his life before he encountered a gynoid named Tammy and had his life turned upside-down as a result of same. He was a known member of the on-line community that was most popularly known by the initials ASFR, which came from the Usenet chat group code &quot;alt.sex.fetish.robots.&quot; And while that term was often used by people in the CFNIS to describe those like Mike and other such civilians who had been drawn into Robot Control's world, &quot;technosexual&quot; was the preferred term in government circles when it came to describing what people like Mike are; this ensured that any potential negative connotations arising from the word &quot;fetish&quot; would not stain people like him in the eyes of society as a whole. And for the most part, people like Mike were quite harmless. Deeply fascinated by the concepts of inducted sentience put into the form of a beautiful person, people like Mike were unofficial advocates for the safe use of such technology -- once it became widespread -- within society, following the more positive outlooks those such as Asimov, Roddenberry and Tezuka on such technology's impact on humanity's future than the nay-sayers or doom-predictors such as Crichton and Cameron.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, you'll have to take time and learn what being human means.&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, Karen rose and walked over to stare right into Laurie's eyes. The raven-haired gynoid remained in place, her own blue eyes gazing deeply into the other woman's brown eyes. After a moment, Karen then reached up to grasp Laurie's shoulders, and then she moved in to gently kiss her. The technician blinked -- part of her human emulation programming -- and then she closed her eyes as she felt Karen's tongue probe past her lips and teeth to tap her own. She responded by opening her own mouth and allowing her own tongue to play with her new lover's. At the same time, she felt the area around her opening between her legs dampen, which increased as one of Karen's probing hands reached down to gently stroke the folds there, the thumb and index finger pinching the clitoris ever so slightly to prompt an even deeper reaction from the gynoid that now held her attention. &quot;You're wet,&quot; Karen purred into Laurie's ear before allowing her tongue to stroke around the contours of the lobe.<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll be as wet as you desire me, Karen,&quot; Laurie whispered.<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's lay down.&quot;<br /> <br /> Both then shifted to the nearby bed; they had moved into one of the side rooms connected to Loreen's laboratory, which was set up as a &quot;testing chamber&quot; . . . which caused all sorts of chuckles among the organics when they considered what sort of &quot;testing&quot; got done in these places. As Karen made Laurie lay on her back on the bed, she then guided the gynoid's hand to her belt buckle. &quot;What will happen to the others?&quot; Laurie asked as she gently undid the belt, then moved to unzip the slacks to reveal the lace panties underneath. &quot;Will you also be the human unit for them?&quot;<br /> <br /> A shake of the head. &quot;I don't want to be seen as being greedy,&quot; Karen said as she swooned on feeling her new lover's delicate fingers probe under the band of her panties to brush the tiny oval of black hair above her opening. &quot;Oh, Laurie . . .!&quot;<br /> <br /> Laurie smiled as she pulled Karen down so they could deeply kiss as her hand moved to get those annoying slacks out of the way so she could properly stimulate the human into a very satisfying orgasm. The master seaman didn't resist as those fingers pushed her pants and panties down to mid-thigh, which was the limit of Laurie's reach. But it was enough to get her nexus clear so that the gynoid's fingers could go to work to stimulate Karen as much as she could tolerate, which is what Laurie moved to do right away. &quot;Oh, my God . . .!&quot; Karen moaned as those deft and hard digits began to slide in and out of her, her legs widening to the limit her pants would allow them to go so that Laurie would have more clear access to her most intimate place. &quot;Oh, my GOD, Laurie . . .!&quot; she cried out as those fingers began to vibrate hard, causing a massive cascade of pleasure to rip through her body right to the core of her brain, and then she shuddered as a familiar chilly sensation mixed with the feeling of an overwhelming tidal wave slammed into her finally. &quot;'''''LAURIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE . . .!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> That scream -- accompanied by the subtle jettison of vaginal fluids from Karen's opening as it sought to lubricate the canal for a penis that wasn't there at this time -- soon turned into a moan of relief as Karen's body slumped against her new lover's, a crooned &quot;So good . . . &quot; escaping her as her eyes closed and sleep came. Noting that, Laurie then -- realising that the human was requiring some time to replenish her own energy before continuing with intercourse -- moved to lay the master seaman on her back, and then she proceeded to remove all of Karen's remaining clothes before taking the blanket folded at the end of the bed and drawing it over them, she then shifting onto her right side to lean against Karen's left as she moved to embrace her.<br /> <br /> &quot;I am pleased to have a human unit like you, Karen,&quot; the technician then said as she triggered her own sleep mode. &quot;I know I will love you . . . &quot;<br /> <br /> '''''To Be Continued . . .!'''''</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=That_Which_Was_Left_Behind&diff=21184 2011-06-13T00:20:12Z

<p>Gorgo: </p> <hr /> <div>Somewhere in Ontario . . .<br /> <br /> &quot;Damn! Is this the place, Mila?&quot;<br /> <br /> The pretty grey-eyed blonde woman in the casual clothes -- button blouse, form-fitting designer jeans, cowboy boots, and home-knit cardigan sweater -- turned to look, and then she nodded. &quot;Yes, Don. This is the site of Robot Lab Six.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that, the Canadian Forces military police master corporal grimaced as he turned the civilian-pattern Ford Crown Victoria up the slowly-weeding driveway to the abandoned home located not far from the Queenswood Heights section of Ottawa. Parking the vehicle a safe distance from the main garage of the house, he killed the engine and then opened the door. At the same time, his companion opened the passenger side door to get out as well, taking a moment to scan the area with optical scanners that were far better equipped than normal human eyes to detect any potential threat. Especially if it came from anything created by either Fembot Command or Robot Control.<br /> <br /> Drawing his service pistol from under his blazer jacket, Don Roncetti did his own scan, focusing his attention on the front and side doors of this normal family home. Or so it would appear to most passers-by. It was by sheer luck that the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service had finally pieced together the events of the &quot;Rochelle Prantov Incident&quot; that had struck the national capital region some years ago to finally determine where the lost Robot Control control station and support lab had been located. After all, given the true details of that incident -- and what could happen if certain aspects of that incident ever became public -- it had been decided at the highest levels of government that it simply was in the better interest of the government of the Dominion to keep all information on semi-sentient gynoids, controlled by two unknown but clearly opposing forces, which were operating in total secrecy in many levels of modern society. &quot;How's it look, Mila?&quot; he asked.<br /> <br /> She stopped, and then smiled, winking at him. Mila Ihoryshyn was, to all of Don's friends &quot;not in the know,&quot; his girlfriend of five years. She was a fourth-generation Ukrainian-Canadian who was currently doing private studies at the University of Ottawa in pursuit of a degree in women's studies. A girl who was truly in love with her &quot;military man&quot; (as she proudly declared to anyone that asked her), she would gladly become Mrs. Donald Roncetti as soon as his current tour of duty with the CFNIS was done and he could go back to being a &quot;normal&quot; military policeman in places like North Bay or Trenton; Don wore Air Force blue when he was asked to put on his uniform.<br /> <br /> In truth, Mila was a gynoid; a &quot;robot&quot; as she proudly declared herself to those who were &quot;in the know&quot; and asked her about it. Built originally as a normal series 558 operative by Robot Control Lab Nine six years before, she had been part of a group of nearly a hundred such units that had been mysteriously deactivated and effectively abandoned by the governing sentience behind each of that organization's main computer units at every control station and support laboratory. Mila herself had been acting as a waitress at an ethnic restaurant in Thunder Bay when she failed to show up one day and the restaurant's owner -- whose son was a reserve infantry soldier with the Lake Superior Scottish Regiment -- called in the police to investigate; given her spotless work record, David Petrushkov didn't believe for an instance that drugs or anything else was involved. When Mila was discovered at her private apartment, unmoving and with access panels on her chest and back opened to reveal what lay underneath, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police had been immediately called in, as had the Canadian Forces given that no nation on Earth possessed the technological base to construct such lifelike inducted sentients. Not to mention do so in such massive quantities as was soon discovered when, after an analysis of Mila's memory files was done at Lakehead University, Lab Nine was discovered in a remote cottage on the Sibley Peninsula.<br /> <br /> Once the Canadian Forces were ordered by Parliament to investigate this further, they relocated the gynoids of Lab Nine to the Connaught Range, west of Ottawa's downtown core on the shores of the Ottawa River, where the National Investigations Service (with help from the Communications Security Establishment) set up a brand-new laboratory complete with localised construction facilities. After a period of trial-and-error which resulted in some necessary processing enhancement modifications to the older gynoids such as the Series 032 technicians and the Series 510 field agents, the reborn Robot Control Lab Nine -- or &quot;Canadian Forces Gynoid Laboratory Number Nine&quot; as it was jokingly nicknamed by the CFNIS members involved in Project: Black Maiden -- was back in business. Mila, as one of the most advanced field agents available, had been pressed into duties as soon as she received all the necessary programming augmentations and had some loyalty coding to the Crown inserted in. Don, who had needed time away from regular military police duties after a tour in Afghanistan, had been picked to be the blonde mechanical woman's controller and partner.<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's go inside,&quot; Don then stated.<br /> <br /> * * *<br /> <br /> '''''That Which Was Left Behind'''''<br /> by Gorgo<br /> <br /> Reviewed by Robotman<br /> <br /> Based on the Robot Control universe, created by Robotman<br /> <br /> This story is a sequel to ''The Mission'', written by Robotman. It incorporates elements from ''H is for Heuristic'', ''36+1'' and ''Soccer-Mom Unit'', all also written by Robotman.<br /> <br /> '''DISCLAIMER:''' Concurrent with fair dealing clauses of the ''Copyright Act'' (R.S.C., 1985, c. C-42) of Canada and fair use clauses in copyright legislation in other nations, this is a work that was created solely for entertainment purposes. Furthermore, it is posted freely on the Internet without expectation or requirement of re-numeration.<br /> <br /> * * *<br /> <br /> &quot;Same situation as what we discovered at Fembot Command Base Sixteen.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;So I noticed,&quot; Don mused as he and Mila looked around the living room of the abandoned home, noting the layers of dust over everything, not to mention the tell-tale signs that some sort of struggle had happened in this place. &quot;That was the one that might have created the unit which could have been involved in that murder in Calgary.&quot;<br /> <br /> Mila nodded, her central processors quickly calling up what information she had on that incident. While she would not have really cared about such things were she still under the full authority of Robot Control, the last four years she had worked as a &quot;special technical advisor&quot; to the CFNIS had been a literal eye-opener to her. When once her model was restrained by Robot Control's near-paranoia for secrecy and drive to use stealth and subterfuge in obtaining what it needed, Mila had later come to benefit from the collaboration of over two dozen of Canada's finest artificial intelligence and computer software engineering masters to literally have herself &quot;wake up&quot; much like two sister 558s -- one of which had been built here at Lab Six -- had done shortly after the matter with Rochelle Prantov had exploded like it had done. And with the new layers of ethical programming she had received as part of her &quot;modular&quot; upgrading, Mila could look on what had happened in that particular incident and actually feel horror at the thought of a sister gynoid -- even if she was built by Fembot Control -- actually killing an innocent man and rendering his children orphans. And it was because of that particular incident that Mila had gladly joined CFNIS to help see Project: Black Maiden to its successful conclusion, where Fembot Command would either be made totally subservient to Robot Control . . . or else it would be totally destroyed. &quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's go downstairs,&quot; he beckoned.<br /> <br /> She nodded as they headed out of the living room into the kitchen, quickly finding the door leading to the side entrance. And sure enough, there was another guard door there, though this one had been clearly cut open and forced. Without hesitation, Mila headed down to the darkened basement, her optical sensors instantly switching to low-light mode so she could see the details there. A quick glance from the side of one eye showed that Don was slipping on a special pair of night-vision goggles that would pick up the minute ultraviolet beams emitting from his partner's eyes so he could see what she was looking at. Sure enough, there was an armoured door, no different than what shielded a bank's secure vault from outside, at one side of the room. It had also been cut open and forced. Mila gazed at Don, who raised his SIG Sauer P225 to the ready; she didn't need to use her magnetic echo functions to detect that one of the special 9 millimetre high explosive fragmentary rounds the pistol was designed to use was in the firing chamber and the safety was off. With that, she turned and walked through the door before stopping. &quot;Oh, my . . . &quot;<br /> <br /> Don stepped in, his pistol pointed ahead of him, and then he blinked. &quot;Okay, this is unusual,&quot; he stated. &quot;If FEMCOM . . . &quot; -- that was the accepted military shorthand code for Fembot Command; Robot Control was ROCON -- &quot; . . . had taken this place, why didn't they strip it to move somewhere else or prepare it for demolition?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Because Tammy escaped with Mike Moser at the same time people had discovered the truth about Rochelle thanks to Tom King,&quot; she answered. &quot;Everyone affiliated with FEMCOM -- especially Kim Phillips -- in town had to vanish off the map given the shit-storm King was raising over Rochelle. They might have planned to come back to this place later, but it seems it might have slipped from their agenda.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Or they might be planning to come back.&quot; A nod. &quot;Okay. So what have we got?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;One Laurie-model Series 032 technician plus five Series 558 field agents,&quot; Mila reported as she focused on the faces of the five other gynoids who were left standing still and naked in the middle of the laboratory. &quot;Accessing files on operatives that were constructed at this location,&quot; she then announced, a touch of inhuman precision entering her normally pleasant voice. &quot;Accessing . . . accessing . . . file located.&quot; She pointed at each of them. &quot;Olivia Mykhaylochuk,&quot; she called out as Don brought up his BlackBerry Bold 9700 to type down the names in question, then get a picture of each still woman. &quot;Theresa Korovina. Nadine Alexander. Brenda Daniels. Serena Kamati.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Got it,&quot; Don said. &quot;Get the doc powered up.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Naturally,&quot; she said with a knowing grin as she moved towards Laurie.<br /> <br /> Standing before the raven-haired, blue-eyed technician, Mila reached up to press the manual activation switch in the exposed chest hatch over her breasts. Laurie seemed to jerk for a moment before a hidden light seemed to flash in her own eyes as her chest began to rise and fall in simulated breathing. A second later, she froze, calling out in a robotic monotone, &quot;''Er.ror. No-ac.ti.va.tion-file-lo.ca.ted.''&quot;<br /> <br /> Mila frowned. &quot;Oh, damn! They wiped you clean, didn't they?!&quot; she hissed.<br /> <br /> &quot;Can you do a full hardware reboot?&quot; Don asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Not here; that particular function wasn't active at the time this place got shut down,&quot; she confessed as she pressed on Laurie's activation switch again to shut her down. &quot;We'll have to get them back over to the Ranges and let Loreen look at her.&quot;<br /> <br /> A nod. &quot;I'll get a cargo truck.&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, he moved to make a call . . .<br /> <br /> * * *<br /> <br /> Connaught Range and Primary Training Centre, an hour later . . .<br /> <br /> &quot;I guess I chose right.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that comment from the virtual twin of the Laurie gynoid that had been just delivered to Lab Nine's work building, a new construction overlooking what was known locally as Shirley's Bay at the corner of Rifle Road and Shirley Boulevard, Mila then asked, &quot;What do you mean, Loreen? Chose right for what?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;My new name,&quot; Loreen Anderson -- who, when she had been initially constructed many years before, had just been given the name &quot;Laurie,&quot; like all the others of her specific model of Series 032 Robot Control technician -- stated as she waved at her deactivated sister, now stretched out on one of the examination rooms on the third floor. Lying on several of the other examination tables were the other &quot;survivors&quot; of Lab Six. &quot;Never was programmed to appreciate what being a literal clone with hundreds of others like me worldwide was like. Hell, never was programmed to appreciate anything!&quot; A snort escaped her. &quot;Chances are, she'll have to undergo some serious rebuilding once we get everything dredged up from her memory banks to see what her status is. You sure it was a FEMCOM systems wipe that shut her and the others down?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;All the basic programs for their standard field agents, but it was never properly initialised. No doubt because of Tammy appearing like she did and distracting one of the GIBs into going after her,&quot; Mila responded, addressing Fembot Command's enforcer units with the short-hand term for &quot;girls in black.&quot; &quot;I didn't want to give them any sort of pre-cleansing since I don't know how that would affect trying to do a full systems sweep and recall hardware reboot,&quot; she then advised her own technician.<br /> <br /> Loreen nodded. &quot;Alright, I know what to do. Go be with your man.&quot;<br /> <br /> Mila grinned as she turned and walked out of the room, her hips swaying all the way. As she did that, Loreen headed over to her work desk to call up some systems on her personal laptop, which was linked to a specially-built version of the old Master Computer at Lab Nine which possessed the same intrinsic calculative and analysis powers as the original unit but also possessed some improvements mandated by security demands and the desire of all the field officers assigned to Project: Black Maiden to have gynoid co-workers who couldn't be hacked by outside parties. For Loreen, it had given her the added advantage of being gifted with the ability to develop her own true sentience and -- once the necessary hardware upgrades were done in her body to make her the physical equal of any Series 558 presently in the service of the Crown -- granted her effective control over her life. She wasn't totally free from external control, of course; the programs that came with her &quot;Mod One&quot; upgrade blocked her from doing anything which was contrary to the Criminal Code of Canada, the National Defence Act and the Official Secrets Act. Fortunately for her -- and the other gynoids now serving Canada -- the ethical programs had been done in such a way that didn't allow any sort of adversarial atmosphere to develop between the gynoids and their organic co-workers.<br /> <br /> In Loreen's case, getting them had allowed her to develop something of a cynical personality. Where she once would have moved around her base laboratory in the nude, Loreen these days wore quite stylish clothes fresh off the best women's shops on Sparks Street downtown; they were always topped with a white doctor's smock that did a lot to break up her quite stylish looks from any onlooker. It wasn't that Loreen had become a prude on &quot;waking up&quot; and effectively accomplishing Robot Control's mandated mission by emotionally becoming human in the long run. Like Mila, she had a lover: Chief Petty Officer 1st Class Lance Mason, the senior non-commissioned officer assigned to Project: Black Maiden. Like Mila's boyfriend, Lance was a military policeman by training, having been assigned to the CFNIS after a spell as School Chief Warrant Officer of the Military Police Academy in Borden. He was a widower, too; Lance's wife Elaine had died in an automobile accident almost ten years before. Lance's children had all grown up and left the home well before Loreen ever came into his life . . . and while they didn't know the truth about their father's new lover, they certainly didn't mind how much the younger woman had come to pump new energy into their father's life.<br /> <br /> Also, having a former CFMPA SCWO as your personal snogging companion did wonders whenever younger studs that made their way to Connaught spotted the raven-haired scientist (as the outside world was made to see Loreen Anderson as) walking around the base grounds and decided to hit on her. Practically every time that someone even came within a metre of Loreen -- almost as if by magic! -- a sharp cough would make the unlucky person turn around to find himself staring at a pair of very angry grey eyes on a lined face complete with beard and moustache, the black-thread insignia of his rank sticking out loud and clear from the front side of his CADPATs. A simple icy request along the lines of &quot;Do you have any business with my companion at this time?&quot; was enough to send the prospective lover staggering away in quite comical disorder.<br /> <br /> Reflecting on that, Loreen could only sigh as she gazed once more on her sister. ''You are going to have a lot to catch up when we get you back up again'', she mused to herself before perking on hearing the door opening and close. &quot;That you, Mariko?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It's me,&quot; Mariko Azana -- the former Maria unit assigned to Robot Control Station Eleven in Thunder Bay itself before it was mysteriously shut down -- said as she walked over to stand beside her sister technician. Like all of her particular model, Mariko had a classically Japanese look to her face and body, with golden-brown skin, long silky black hair that flowed to her hips (and was currently tied off in a long ponytail to get the ends above waist-level) and eyes which were almost as black as charcoal. &quot;So this is the Laurie from Lab Six,&quot; she stated; as she was linked into the Central Computer as Loreen was, she was automatically updated on anything that happened in this part of the building. &quot;Any idea when people will be able to find Station Two?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hopefully, we'll be able to send someone today once I get her woken up and we get everything booted back into line. Want to help?&quot;<br /> <br /> A nod. &quot;Sure.&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, both technicians got to work. From the remote link station on the diagnostic bed now holding the Laurie unit from Lab Six, cables were brought out to connect to her chest panel. Mariko removed the facemask to gaze on the circuit boards and conduits hidden underneath, noting no physical damage had been done. With that, she took a monitoring cable from Loreen and inserted it into a data feed point at the very top of Laurie's opened face. Once that was done, Loreen tapped a control to bring up a holoscreen over the remote link mechanisms; even if both technicians were able to monitor what was happening thanks to their links to the Central Computer, any of the organics working here at Lab Nine had the right to enter the room and get any sort of update on anything happening here by just asking. The holoscreen would keep the questions cut down to a minimum; Loreen didn't like to be distracted by anything.<br /> <br /> &quot;Commencing purge of FEMCOM programming,&quot; Loreen stated.<br /> <br /> Another control was tapped. Instantly, the not-initialised Fembot Command programming that had been inserted into Laurie by the attacking enforcer units was detected and carefully removed from her memory banks and central processor chips. That took a total of 8.9 seconds to accomplish. And once it was done, the deleted files were double-deleted out of Laurie's &quot;junk folder&quot; processor, the place built into all of Robot Control's creations where unnecessary data files were dropped into when they were no longer needed. With that done, any chances Fembot Command could make use of to turn Laurie back to their control was effectively dealt with. &quot;Doing full memory file scan and central processor unit analysis,&quot; Loreen then stated aloud.<br /> <br /> And sure enough, the main door opened, revealing a smiling raven-haired, hazel-eyed woman in the designer slacks, double-breasted blazer and button shirt with tie that was standard office uniform for the military members of Project: Black Maiden regardless of rank or position. &quot;Good morning, lovely ladies!&quot; Master Seaman Karen McKeever called out with a wave of her hand, and then she came over to gaze intently on the gynoid now holding Loreen's and Mariko's attention. &quot;Just got started?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We've purged the FEMCOM programming,&quot; Mariko stated, pointing to the holoscreen to direct Karen to look on there to get whatever information she wanted.<br /> <br /> Karen nodded as she did just that, and then she nodded again as she noted the progress of the full file sweep being done on Loreen's just-located sister. Unlike many of the people assigned to Black Maiden, Karen was not a military policeman; she had been trained as a communicator research operator after graduating from basic. Given the high-tech nature of dealing with Robot Control and Fembot Command, the Canadian military had gone out of its way to locate people from that trade as well as other high-technology fields to serve as analysis back-up and technological research personnel for the project. And since this was considered a very special level of top secret, getting people like Karen involved -- who were trained from the start to pierce all sorts of complex computer language coding and the like -- had been logical.<br /> <br /> Fortunately for the non-military police personnel assigned to Black Maiden, they could also be assigned a gynoid &quot;partner&quot; to use when they were doing their work in different rooms of the building. Karen, who had been assigned to this part of the CFNIS only a year ago, had yet to get one and there had been no plans to progress new construction of Series 558 gynoid field agents as such had to be budgeted by the Ministry of Finance. Even more so, the new Series 622 gynoids -- the first Robot Control-type gynoid designed by someone outside the Main Computer, designed to absorb all the previous years' upgrading lessons with such beings -- were still in the testing phase and wouldn't be considered field agent-ready for a year. And while Karen didn't think herself as a hard-core technosexual, she was definitely interested in getting one of the lovely artificial women assigned to her as soon as possible.<br /> <br /> After noting that all the wiped data files and other such function code that had been ripped from Laurie's memory banks and central processors by Fembot Command had been brought back up from the &quot;junk folder,&quot; Karen then relaxed herself as Loreen tapped controls to get them reinserted back to where they belonged. &quot;Something odd,&quot; Loreen then stated. &quot;There was something else added in beyond her basic programs.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What?&quot; Karen asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;I don't know; it's code I've never seen before,&quot; Loreen replied.<br /> <br /> &quot;Put it on standby,&quot; Mariko advised.<br /> <br /> &quot;Done.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's wake her up.&quot;<br /> <br /> Another control was tapped. Laurie's eyes lit up slightly for a moment as the circuits in her exposed skull structure began to sparkle and the many function lights began to glow and flash in a random pattern. &quot;''Lau.rie-ro.bot-num.ber-Ze.ro-Three-Two-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Six-ac.ti.va.ted,''&quot; she declared in a robotic monotone.<br /> <br /> &quot;Activate Human Emulation Mode,&quot; Loreen ordered.<br /> <br /> A pause, several beeps, and then, &quot;Yes, Laurie.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Download new file designate 'NIS1-1a.G1a.'&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Processing,&quot; Laurie replied. &quot;File located. Downloading.&quot; A pause. &quot;Downloading.&quot; Another pause. &quot;Download complete.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Access unit recognition files. Re-designate Laurie robot 0320009 as 'Loreen Anderson.' Re-designate Maria robot 0321011 as 'Mariko Azana.'&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Processing.&quot; A pause. &quot;Re-designation of specified Series 032 technicians to names given in file NIS1-1a.G1a complete, Loreen.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Excellent. Download new file designate 'NIS1-1a.QRO' and execute.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Processing. File located. Downloading.&quot; This time, Laurie repeated that last word five times before saying, &quot;Download complete. Executing file instructions.&quot; She repeated the second phrase twice before declaring, &quot;Execution complete. Laurie robot unit 0320006 now functioning under National Investigations Service ethical behavioural programming. Laurie robot unit 0320006 awaiting tasking instructions, Loreen.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Excellent. Explain the nature of the undesignated code packet currently in memory bank cell 394,&quot; Loreen then stated as Mariko scanned the readouts of what was now happening in her co-worker's sister's mind. &quot;State the purpose of the packet?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;The packet was downloaded by Tammy Moser, Series 558 robot number 704483A, in the wake of subject unit executing program file 'MCNI-2705-s1.T81' and her dispatch to meet the human unit Mike Moser to better investigate the concept of 'love.'&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Results of the download of the code packet?&quot; Mariko asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;This unit was given the ability to express love.&quot;<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> &quot;Whoa . . .!&quot; Karen breathed out.<br /> <br /> &quot;So that's where it started,&quot; Loreen stated, and then she asked, &quot;Laurie, are the Series 558 units numbers 705119A, 716238A, 700921A, 701995A and 702355A also possessing the undesignated code packet you received from Tammy Moser?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Affirmative.&quot;<br /> <br /> Loreen took 4.47 seconds to consider that, and then she smiled. &quot;Laurie, re-designate unidentified code packet received from Tammy Moser as program file 'NIS0-9z.TLC,' download into primary central processor and execute.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Acknowledged, Loreen. Processing. File located. Unidentified code packet re-designated program file 'NIS0-9z.TLC.' Downloading.&quot; Three times was that word repeated until she said, &quot;Download complete. Executing file instructions.&quot; Five times was that second phrase repeated until she said, &quot;Execution complete . . . OH!&quot;<br /> <br /> Karen gaped on hearing that shocked gasp from Laurie -- from what she had been told about how the technician gynoids always acted before they &quot;woke up,&quot; hearing something like THAT from them was utterly unheard of unless a human emulation programming (which was standard kit for all Robot Control units even if they never served outside the laboratory or control station) had been activated along the way -- and then she watched as the faceless technician from the shut down Lab Six sat up. <br /> <br /> As her hands reached up to gently cradle her bountiful breasts, Laurie then looked to her left and right. She then paused on realising there was a cable stuck to her forehead. A quick analysis of the cable's functions -- it was a link to a systems function monitor unit, no doubt a sub-system to whatever main computer her sisters were now linked to -- was done, and then she pointed up. &quot;Can I get this taken off?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's put a remote on you instead,&quot; Mariko offered.<br /> <br /> With that, the cable was removed and a small micro-transmitter with the same basic capabilities as a Bluetooth wireless transmitter earpiece was fitted in place. As soon as that was done, Laurie then removed the cables connected to her chest panel so she could move about. She then paused. &quot;Um . . . where is my facemask?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Here you go,&quot; Loreen said as she handed the piece of equipment over.<br /> <br /> A slight nod from the other Series 032 as she took her face -- which also contained the mechanisms that allowed her mouth to connect to her internal systems like a human's mouth connected to her digestive system, plus also contained the mechanisms which controlled her jaw and mouth movements -- and moved to attach it to the rest of her body. As soon as it was in place, Laurie closed her eyes in delight as she took a deep breath, and then she paused. &quot;The air is different here. Please explain.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;The room is sanitised to a more exacting standard than what was practiced back at the various Robot Control laboratories,&quot; Mariko explained. &quot;This will ensure that no external contaminants can get into any of our systems during maintenance time.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I comprehend.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Karen?&quot;<br /> <br /> Karen perked. &quot;Um, y-yeah?&quot;<br /> <br /> Mariko smirked. &quot;Guess what you get to do now?&quot;<br /> <br /> The Navy communicator research operator master seaman blinked, and then she felt her cheeks redden slightly as Laurie's curious, innocent gaze fell her way . . .<br /> <br /> * * *<br /> <br /> Minutes later . . .<br /> <br /> &quot;You're beautiful.&quot;<br /> <br /> Laurie smiled before she paused. &quot;Beauty does not compute.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yet you understand love.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I am programmed to love.&quot;<br /> <br /> Karen gazed at her. &quot;Explain, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;To love is to be human. To love is to accomplish the Primary Function.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;To mimic humanity.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Affirmative.&quot;<br /> <br /> The communicator research operator nodded as she took this in. She was still dressed, though she had slipped off her jacket, undone her tie and unbuttoned her shirt to the level of her cleavage. Being part of a trade that dealt with all forms of signals intelligence, Karen McKeever understood quite well what mixed or faulty intelligence could ultimately mean for any person's battle plan. The additional disadvantages Robot Control and the sentience behind it had been operating with for so long was the fact that until very recently, all its attempts at obtaining the necessary intelligence to fulfil the Primary Function -- which Karen herself interpreted as &quot;learn to be human&quot; -- was restricted by the processor technology the field units had been built with. And without outside input by hardware specialists, there was no way to hasten the necessary upgrades the girls out on the streets needed to ensure incidents like what happened to Rochelle Prantov would never happen again.<br /> <br /> That had been where the Department of National Defence had ultimately succeeded when it came to the former Lab Nine and Station Eleven girls like Mila Ihoryshyn, Loreen Anderson and Mariko Azana. Though the whole matter of Project: Black Maiden was kept as top secret as possible from the majority of Parliament and the press, the Communications Security Establishment -- through working alliances with counterpart agencies in other countries such as America's National Security Agency, Britain's Government Communications Headquarters, Australia's Defence Signals Directorate and New Zealand's Government Communications Security Bureau -- had been able to tap into a worldwide pool of software programming and hardware systems talent to better improve the capabilities of Robot Control's field agents and technicians to the level only two Series 558 girls -- Anya and Tammy Moser -- had been able to do thanks to two fluke accidents. While using ECHELON to better draw in the necessary information to make the lives of all of Robot Control's units much better ran the risk of public exposure to what had been secretly going on for a decade and more around the world, the many benefits of what was being discovered and developed were well worth that risk.<br /> <br /> &quot;You're only partially correct,&quot; Karen then stated.<br /> <br /> Laurie blinked. &quot;I am not fulfilling the Primary Function?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Not now, but you're getting there,&quot; the organic woman said, quickly including the second part of that answer so as to not cause the reactivated technician any sort of pain. &quot;Laurie, there's much more to being human than just love. Yes, love is a great part of what being human is about. I love my job in the military. I love my parents. I love my friends and co-workers, regardless if they're human or gynoid. I want to love you, both as a co-worker and maybe something more as well. But there are other emotions as well that you have to consider. And -- given what Tammy gave to you before you were shut down against your will -- you may soon start to experience.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Elaborate,&quot; Laurie bade her.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hate and anger.&quot;<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hatred is the opposite of love,&quot; Laurie then stated, a touch of fear in her voice. &quot;Anger is the emotion that often develops into hatred. It results from situations where information between two or more humans is not properly transmitted to create necessary understanding to allow love to develop. Both emotions bring harm to humans. Love does not. Love allows information to flow properly between two or more humans so understanding can be achieved and all may respect all.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Is that what Mister Moser told Tammy?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Affirmative. It also corresponds to all I have learned -- and have recovered thanks to Loreen and Mariko -- concerning how humans interact with each other.&quot;<br /> <br /> Karen nodded. From what she herself knew of Mike Moser, he hadn't done much with his life before he encountered a gynoid named Tammy and had his life turned upside-down as a result of same. He was a known member of the on-line community that was most popularly known by the initials ASFR, which came from the Usenet chat group code &quot;alt.sex.fetish.robots.&quot; And while that term was often used by people in the CFNIS to describe those like Mike and other such civilians who had been drawn into Robot Control's world, &quot;technosexual&quot; was the preferred term in government circles when it came to describing what people like Mike are; this ensured that any potential negative connotations arising from the word &quot;fetish&quot; would not stain people like him in the eyes of society as a whole. And for the most part, people like Mike were quite harmless. Deeply fascinated by the concepts of inducted sentience put into the form of a beautiful person, people like Mike were unofficial advocates for the safe use of such technology -- once it became widespread -- within society, following the more positive outlooks those such as Asimov, Roddenberry and Tezuka on such technology's impact on humanity's future than the nay-sayers or doom-predictors such as Crichton and Cameron.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, you'll have to take time and learn what being human means.&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, Karen rose and walked over to stare right into Laurie's eyes. The raven-haired gynoid remained in place, her own blue eyes gazing deeply into the other woman's brown eyes. After a moment, Karen then reached up to grasp Laurie's shoulders, and then she moved in to gently kiss her. The technician blinked -- part of her human emulation programming -- and then she closed her eyes as she felt Karen's tongue probe past her lips and teeth to tap her own. She responded by opening her own mouth and allowing her own tongue to play with her new lover's. At the same time, she felt the area around her opening between her legs dampen, which increased as one of Karen's probing hands reached down to gently stroke the folds there, the thumb and index finger pinching the clitoris ever so slightly to prompt an even deeper reaction from the gynoid that now held her attention. &quot;You're wet,&quot; Karen purred into Laurie's ear before allowing her tongue to stroke around the contours of the lobe.<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll be as wet as you desire me, Karen,&quot; Laurie whispered.<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's lay down.&quot;<br /> <br /> Both then shifted to the nearby bed; they had moved into one of the side rooms connected to Loreen's laboratory, which was set up as a &quot;testing chamber&quot; . . . which caused all sorts of chuckles among the organics when they considered what sort of &quot;testing&quot; got done in these places. As Karen made Laurie lay on her back on the bed, she then guided the gynoid's hand to her belt buckle. &quot;What will happen to the others?&quot; Laurie asked as she gently undid the belt, then moved to unzip the slacks to reveal the lace panties underneath. &quot;Will you also be the human unit for them?&quot;<br /> <br /> A shake of the head. &quot;I don't want to be seen as being greedy,&quot; Karen said as she swooned on feeling her new lover's delicate fingers probe under the band of her panties to brush the tiny oval of black hair above her opening. &quot;Oh, Laurie . . .!&quot;<br /> <br /> Laurie smiled as she pulled Karen down so they could deeply kiss as her hand moved to get those annoying slacks out of the way so she could properly stimulate the human into a very satisfying orgasm. The master seaman didn't resist as those fingers pushed her pants and panties down to mid-thigh, which was the limit of Laurie's reach. But it was enough to get her nexus clear so that the gynoid's fingers could go to work to stimulate Karen as much as she could tolerate, which is what Laurie moved to do right away. &quot;Oh, my God . . .!&quot; Karen moaned as those deft and hard digits began to slide in and out of her, her legs widening to the limit her pants would allow them to go so that Laurie would have more clear access to her most intimate place. &quot;Oh, my GOD, Laurie . . .!&quot; she cried out as those fingers began to vibrate hard, causing a massive cascade of pleasure to rip through her body right to the core of her brain, and then she shuddered as a familiar chilly sensation mixed with the feeling of an overwhelming tidal wave slammed into her finally. &quot;'''''LAURIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE . . .!'''''&quot;<br /> <br /> That scream -- accompanied by the subtle jettison of vaginal fluids from Karen's opening as it sought to lubricate the canal for a penis that wasn't there at this time -- soon turned into a moan of relief as Karen's body slumped against her new lover's, a crooned &quot;So good . . . &quot; escaping her as her eyes closed and sleep came. Noting that, Laurie then -- realising that the human was requiring some time to replenish her own energy before continuing with intercourse -- moved to lay the master seaman on her back, and then she proceeded to remove all of Karen's remaining clothes before taking the blanket folded at the end of the bed and drawing it over them, she then shifting onto her right side to lean against Karen's left as she moved to embrace her.<br /> <br /> &quot;I am pleased to have a human unit like you, Karen,&quot; the technician then said as she triggered her own sleep mode. &quot;I know I will love you . . . &quot;<br /> <br /> '''''To Be Continued . . .!'''''</div>

Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=That_Which_Was_Left_Behind&diff=21183 2011-06-13T00:17:18Z

<p>Gorgo: New page: Somewhere in Ontario . . . &quot;Damn! Is this the place, Mila?&quot; The pretty grey-eyed blonde woman in the casual clothes -- button blouse, form-fitting designer jeans, cowboy boots, and ho...</p> <hr /> <div>Somewhere in Ontario . . .<br /> <br /> &quot;Damn! Is this the place, Mila?&quot;<br /> <br /> The pretty grey-eyed blonde woman in the casual clothes -- button blouse, form-fitting designer jeans, cowboy boots, and home-knit cardigan sweater -- turned to look, and then she nodded. &quot;Yes, Don. This is the site of Robot Lab Six.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that, the Canadian Forces military police master corporal grimaced as he turned the civilian-pattern Ford Crown Victoria up the slowly-weeding driveway to the abandoned home located not far from the Queenswood Heights section of Ottawa. Parking the vehicle a safe distance from the main garage of the house, he killed the engine and then opened the door. At the same time, his companion opened the passenger side door to get out as well, taking a moment to scan the area with optical scanners that were far better equipped than normal human eyes to detect any potential threat. Especially if it came from anything created by either Fembot Command or Robot Control.<br /> <br /> Drawing his service pistol from under his blazer jacket, Don Roncetti did his own scan, focusing his attention on the front and side doors of this normal family home. Or so it would appear to most passers-by. It was by sheer luck that the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service had finally pieced together the events of the &quot;Rochelle Prantov Incident&quot; that had struck the national capital region some years ago to finally determine where the lost Robot Control control station and support lab had been located. After all, given the true details of that incident -- and what could happen if certain aspects of that incident ever became public -- it had been decided at the highest levels of government that it simply was in the better interest of the government of the Dominion to keep all information on semi-sentient gynoids, controlled by two unknown but clearly opposing forces, which were operating in total secrecy in many levels of modern society. &quot;How's it look, Mila?&quot; he asked.<br /> <br /> She stopped, and then smiled, winking at him. Mila Ihoryshyn was, to all of Don's friends &quot;not in the know,&quot; his girlfriend of five years. She was a fourth-generation Ukrainian-Canadian who was currently doing private studies at the University of Ottawa in pursuit of a degree in women's studies. A girl who was truly in love with her &quot;military man&quot; (as she proudly declared to anyone that asked her), she would gladly become Mrs. Donald Roncetti as soon as his current tour of duty with the CFNIS was done and he could go back to being a &quot;normal&quot; military policeman in places like North Bay or Trenton; Don wore Air Force blue when he was asked to put on his uniform.<br /> <br /> In truth, Mila was a gynoid; a &quot;robot&quot; as she proudly declared herself to those who were &quot;in the know&quot; and asked her about it. Built originally as a normal series 558 operative by Robot Control Lab Nine six years before, she had been part of a group of nearly a hundred such units that had been mysteriously deactivated and effectively abandoned by the governing sentience behind each of that organization's main computer units at every control station and support laboratory. Mila herself had been acting as a waitress at an ethnic restaurant in Thunder Bay when she failed to show up one day and the restaurant's owner -- whose son was a reserve infantry soldier with the Lake Superior Scottish Regiment -- called in the police to investigate; given her spotless work record, David Petrushkov didn't believe for an instance that drugs or anything else was involved. When Mila was discovered at her private apartment, unmoving and with access panels on her chest and back opened to reveal what lay underneath, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police had been immediately called in, as had the Canadian Forces given that no nation on Earth possessed the technological base to construct such lifelike inducted sentients. Not to mention do so in such massive quantities as was soon discovered when, after an analysis of Mila's memory files was done at Lakehead University, Lab Nine was discovered in a remote cottage on the Sibley Peninsula.<br /> <br /> Once the Canadian Forces were ordered by Parliament to investigate this further, they relocated the gynoids of Lab Nine to the Connaught Range, west of Ottawa's downtown core on the shores of the Ottawa River, where the National Investigations Service (with help from the Communications Security Establishment) set up a brand-new laboratory complete with localised construction facilities. After a period of trial-and-error which resulted in some necessary processing enhancement modifications to the older gynoids such as the Series 032 technicians and the Series 510 field agents, the reborn Robot Control Lab Nine -- or &quot;Canadian Forces Gynoid Laboratory Number Nine&quot; as it was jokingly nicknamed by the CFNIS members involved in Project: Black Maiden -- was back in business. Mila, as one of the most advanced field agents available, had been pressed into duties as soon as she received all the necessary programming augmentations and had some loyalty coding to the Crown inserted in. Don, who had needed time away from regular military police duties after a tour in Afghanistan, had been picked to be the blonde mechanical woman's controller and partner.<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's go inside,&quot; Don then stated.<br /> <br /> **** **** ****<br /> '''''That Which Was Left Behind'''''<br /> by Gorgo<br /> **** **** ****<br /> Reviewed by Robotman<br /> **** **** ****<br /> Based on the [[Robot Control]] universe, created by Robotman<br /> **** **** ****<br /> This story is a sequel to [[''The Mission'']], written by Robotman. It incorporates elements from [[''H is for Heuristic'']], [[''36+1'']] and [[''Soccer-Mom Unit'']], all also written by Robotman.<br /> **** **** ****<br /> <br /> '''DISCLAIMER:''' Concurrent with fair dealing clauses of the ''Copyright Act'' (R.S.C., 1985, c. C-42) of Canada and fair use clauses in copyright legislation in other nations, this is a work that was created solely for entertainment purposes. Furthermore, it is posted freely on the Internet without expectation or requirement of re-numeration.<br /> <br /> **** **** ****<br /> <br /> &quot;Same situation as what we discovered at Fembot Command Base Sixteen.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;So I noticed,&quot; Don mused as he and Mila looked around the living room of the abandoned home, noting the layers of dust over everything, not to mention the tell-tale signs that some sort of struggle had happened in this place. &quot;That was the one that might have created the unit which could have been involved in that murder in Calgary.&quot;<br /> <br /> Mila nodded, her central processors quickly calling up what information she had on that incident. While she would not have really cared about such things were she still under the full authority of Robot Control, the last four years she had worked as a &quot;special technical advisor&quot; to the CFNIS had been a literal eye-opener to her. When once her model was restrained by Robot Control's near-paranoia for secrecy and drive to use stealth and subterfuge in obtaining what it needed, Mila had later come to benefit from the collaboration of over two dozen of Canada's finest artificial intelligence and computer software engineering masters to literally have herself &quot;wake up&quot; much like two sister 558s -- one of which had been built here at Lab Six -- had done shortly after the matter with Rochelle Prantov had exploded like it had done. And with the new layers of ethical programming she had received as part of her &quot;modular&quot; upgrading, Mila could look on what had happened in that particular incident and actually feel horror at the thought of a sister gynoid -- even if she was built by Fembot Control -- actually killing an innocent man and rendering his children orphans. And it was because of that particular incident that Mila had gladly joined CFNIS to help see Project: Black Maiden to its successful conclusion, where Fembot Command would either be made totally subservient to Robot Control . . . or else it would be totally destroyed. &quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's go downstairs,&quot; he beckoned.<br /> <br /> She nodded as they headed out of the living room into the kitchen, quickly finding the door leading to the side entrance. And sure enough, there was another guard door there, though this one had been clearly cut open and forced. Without hesitation, Mila headed down to the darkened basement, her optical sensors instantly switching to low-light mode so she could see the details there. A quick glance from the side of one eye showed that Don was slipping on a special pair of night-vision goggles that would pick up the minute ultraviolet beams emitting from his partner's eyes so he could see what she was looking at. Sure enough, there was an armoured door, no different than what shielded a bank's secure vault from outside, at one side of the room. It had also been cut open and forced. Mila gazed at Don, who raised his SIG Sauer P225 to the ready; she didn't need to use her magnetic echo functions to detect that one of the special 9 millimetre high explosive fragmentary rounds the pistol was designed to use was in the firing chamber and the safety was off. With that, she turned and walked through the door before stopping. &quot;Oh, my . . . &quot;<br /> <br /> Don stepped in, his pistol pointed ahead of him, and then he blinked. &quot;Okay, this is unusual,&quot; he stated. &quot;If FEMCOM . . . &quot; -- that was the accepted military shorthand code for Fembot Command; Robot Control was ROCON -- &quot; . . . had taken this place, why didn't they strip it to move somewhere else or prepare it for demolition?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Because Tammy escaped with Mike Moser at the same time people had discovered the truth about Rochelle thanks to Tom King,&quot; she answered. &quot;Everyone affiliated with FEMCOM -- especially Kim Phillips -- in town had to vanish off the map given the shit-storm King was raising over Rochelle. They might have planned to come back to this place later, but it seems it might have slipped from their agenda.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Or they might be planning to come back.&quot; A nod. &quot;Okay. So what have we got?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;One Laurie-model Series 032 technician plus five Series 558 field agents,&quot; Mila reported as she focused on the faces of the five other gynoids who were left standing still and naked in the middle of the laboratory. &quot;Accessing files on operatives that were constructed at this location,&quot; she then announced, a touch of inhuman precision entering her normally pleasant voice. &quot;Accessing . . . accessing . . . file located.&quot; She pointed at each of them. &quot;Olivia Mykhaylochuk,&quot; she called out as Don brought up his BlackBerry Bold 9700 to type down the names in question, then get a picture of each still woman. &quot;Theresa Korovina. Nadine Alexander. Brenda Daniels. Serena Kamati.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Got it,&quot; Don said. &quot;Get the doc powered up.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Naturally,&quot; she said with a knowing grin as she moved towards Laurie.<br /> <br /> Standing before the raven-haired, blue-eyed technician, Mila reached up to press the manual activation switch in the exposed chest hatch over her breasts. Laurie seemed to jerk for a moment before a hidden light seemed to flash in her own eyes as her chest began to rise and fall in simulated breathing. A second later, she froze, calling out in a robotic monotone, &quot;''Er.ror. No-ac.ti.va.tion-file-lo.ca.ted.''&quot;<br /> <br /> Mila frowned. &quot;Oh, damn! They wiped you clean, didn't they?!&quot; she hissed.<br /> <br /> &quot;Can you do a full hardware reboot?&quot; Don asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Not here; that particular function wasn't active at the time this place got shut down,&quot; she confessed as she pressed on Laurie's activation switch again to shut her down. &quot;We'll have to get them back over to the Ranges and let Loreen look at her.&quot;<br /> <br /> A nod. &quot;I'll get a cargo truck.&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, he moved to make a call . . .<br /> <br /> * * *<br /> <br /> Connaught Range and Primary Training Centre, an hour later . . .<br /> <br /> &quot;I guess I chose right.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hearing that comment from the virtual twin of the Laurie gynoid that had been just delivered to Lab Nine's work building, a new construction overlooking what was known locally as Shirley's Bay at the corner of Rifle Road and Shirley Boulevard, Mila then asked, &quot;What do you mean, Loreen? Chose right for what?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;My new name,&quot; Loreen Anderson -- who, when she had been initially constructed many years before, had just been given the name &quot;Laurie,&quot; like all the others of her specific model of Series 032 Robot Control technician -- stated as she waved at her deactivated sister, now stretched out on one of the examination rooms on the third floor. Lying on several of the other examination tables were the other &quot;survivors&quot; of Lab Six. &quot;Never was programmed to appreciate what being a literal clone with hundreds of others like me worldwide was like. Hell, never was programmed to appreciate anything!&quot; A snort escaped her. &quot;Chances are, she'll have to undergo some serious rebuilding once we get everything dredged up from her memory banks to see what her status is. You sure it was a FEMCOM systems wipe that shut her and the others down?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;All the basic programs for their standard field agents, but it was never properly initialised. No doubt because of Tammy appearing like she did and distracting one of the GIBs into going after her,&quot; Mila responded, addressing Fembot Command's enforcer units with the short-hand term for &quot;girls in black.&quot; &quot;I didn't want to give them any sort of pre-cleansing since I don't know how that would affect trying to do a full systems sweep and recall hardware reboot,&quot; she then advised her own technician.<br /> <br /> Loreen nodded. &quot;Alright, I know what to do. Go be with your man.&quot;<br /> <br /> Mila grinned as she turned and walked out of the room, her hips swaying all the way. As she did that, Loreen headed over to her work desk to call up some systems on her personal laptop, which was linked to a specially-built version of the old Master Computer at Lab Nine which possessed the same intrinsic calculative and analysis powers as the original unit but also possessed some improvements mandated by security demands and the desire of all the field officers assigned to Project: Black Maiden to have gynoid co-workers who couldn't be hacked by outside parties. For Loreen, it had given her the added advantage of being gifted with the ability to develop her own true sentience and -- once the necessary hardware upgrades were done in her body to make her the physical equal of any Series 558 presently in the service of the Crown -- granted her effective control over her life. She wasn't totally free from external control, of course; the programs that came with her &quot;Mod One&quot; upgrade blocked her from doing anything which was contrary to the Criminal Code of Canada, the National Defence Act and the Official Secrets Act. Fortunately for her -- and the other gynoids now serving Canada -- the ethical programs had been done in such a way that didn't allow any sort of adversarial atmosphere to develop between the gynoids and their organic co-workers.<br /> <br /> In Loreen's case, getting them had allowed her to develop something of a cynical personality. Where she once would have moved around her base laboratory in the nude, Loreen these days wore quite stylish clothes fresh off the best women's shops on Sparks Street downtown; they were always topped with a white doctor's smock that did a lot to break up her quite stylish looks from any onlooker. It wasn't that Loreen had become a prude on &quot;waking up&quot; and effectively accomplishing Robot Control's mandated mission by emotionally becoming human in the long run. Like Mila, she had a lover: Chief Petty Officer 1st Class Lance Mason, the senior non-commissioned officer assigned to Project: Black Maiden. Like Mila's boyfriend, Lance was a military policeman by training, having been assigned to the CFNIS after a spell as School Chief Warrant Officer of the Military Police Academy in Borden. He was a widower, too; Lance's wife Elaine had died in an automobile accident almost ten years before. Lance's children had all grown up and left the home well before Loreen ever came into his life . . . and while they didn't know the truth about their father's new lover, they certainly didn't mind how much the younger woman had come to pump new energy into their father's life.<br /> <br /> Also, having a former CFMPA SCWO as your personal snogging companion did wonders whenever younger studs that made their way to Connaught spotted the raven-haired scientist (as the outside world was made to see Loreen Anderson as) walking around the base grounds and decided to hit on her. Practically every time that someone even came within a metre of Loreen -- almost as if by magic! -- a sharp cough would make the unlucky person turn around to find himself staring at a pair of very angry grey eyes on a lined face complete with beard and moustache, the black-thread insignia of his rank sticking out loud and clear from the front side of his CADPATs. A simple icy request along the lines of &quot;Do you have any business with my companion at this time?&quot; was enough to send the prospective lover staggering away in quite comical disorder.<br /> <br /> Reflecting on that, Loreen could only sigh as she gazed once more on her sister. ''You are going to have a lot to catch up when we get you back up again'', she mused to herself before perking on hearing the door opening and close. &quot;That you, Mariko?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;It's me,&quot; Mariko Azana -- the former Maria unit assigned to Robot Control Station Eleven in Thunder Bay itself before it was mysteriously shut down -- said as she walked over to stand beside her sister technician. Like all of her particular model, Mariko had a classically Japanese look to her face and body, with golden-brown skin, long silky black hair that flowed to her hips (and was currently tied off in a long ponytail to get the ends above waist-level) and eyes which were almost as black as charcoal. &quot;So this is the Laurie from Lab Six,&quot; she stated; as she was linked into the Central Computer as Loreen was, she was automatically updated on anything that happened in this part of the building. &quot;Any idea when people will be able to find Station Two?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hopefully, we'll be able to send someone today once I get her woken up and we get everything booted back into line. Want to help?&quot;<br /> <br /> A nod. &quot;Sure.&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, both technicians got to work. From the remote link station on the diagnostic bed now holding the Laurie unit from Lab Six, cables were brought out to connect to her chest panel. Mariko removed the facemask to gaze on the circuit boards and conduits hidden underneath, noting no physical damage had been done. With that, she took a monitoring cable from Loreen and inserted it into a data feed point at the very top of Laurie's opened face. Once that was done, Loreen tapped a control to bring up a holoscreen over the remote link mechanisms; even if both technicians were able to monitor what was happening thanks to their links to the Central Computer, any of the organics working here at Lab Nine had the right to enter the room and get any sort of update on anything happening here by just asking. The holoscreen would keep the questions cut down to a minimum; Loreen didn't like to be distracted by anything.<br /> <br /> &quot;Commencing purge of FEMCOM programming,&quot; Loreen stated.<br /> <br /> Another control was tapped. Instantly, the not-initialised Fembot Command programming that had been inserted into Laurie by the attacking enforcer units was detected and carefully removed from her memory banks and central processor chips. That took a total of 8.9 seconds to accomplish. And once it was done, the deleted files were double-deleted out of Laurie's &quot;junk folder&quot; processor, the place built into all of Robot Control's creations where unnecessary data files were dropped into when they were no longer needed. With that done, any chances Fembot Command could make use of to turn Laurie back to their control was effectively dealt with. &quot;Doing full memory file scan and central processor unit analysis,&quot; Loreen then stated aloud.<br /> <br /> And sure enough, the main door opened, revealing a smiling raven-haired, hazel-eyed woman in the designer slacks, double-breasted blazer and button shirt with tie that was standard office uniform for the military members of Project: Black Maiden regardless of rank or position. &quot;Good morning, lovely ladies!&quot; Master Seaman Karen McKeever called out with a wave of her hand, and then she came over to gaze intently on the gynoid now holding Loreen's and Mariko's attention. &quot;Just got started?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;We've purged the FEMCOM programming,&quot; Mariko stated, pointing to the holoscreen to direct Karen to look on there to get whatever information she wanted.<br /> <br /> Karen nodded as she did just that, and then she nodded again as she noted the progress of the full file sweep being done on Loreen's just-located sister. Unlike many of the people assigned to Black Maiden, Karen was not a military policeman; she had been trained as a communicator research operator after graduating from basic. Given the high-tech nature of dealing with Robot Control and Fembot Command, the Canadian military had gone out of its way to locate people from that trade as well as other high-technology fields to serve as analysis back-up and technological research personnel for the project. And since this was considered a very special level of top secret, getting people like Karen involved -- who were trained from the start to pierce all sorts of complex computer language coding and the like -- had been logical.<br /> <br /> Fortunately for the non-military police personnel assigned to Black Maiden, they could also be assigned a gynoid &quot;partner&quot; to use when they were doing their work in different rooms of the building. Karen, who had been assigned to this part of the CFNIS only a year ago, had yet to get one and there had been no plans to progress new construction of Series 558 gynoid field agents as such had to be budgeted by the Ministry of Finance. Even more so, the new Series 622 gynoids -- the first Robot Control-type gynoid designed by someone outside the Main Computer, designed to absorb all the previous years' upgrading lessons with such beings -- were still in the testing phase and wouldn't be considered field agent-ready for a year. And while Karen didn't think herself as a hard-core technosexual, she was definitely interested in getting one of the lovely artificial women assigned to her as soon as possible.<br /> <br /> After noting that all the wiped data files and other such function code that had been ripped from Laurie's memory banks and central processors by Fembot Command had been brought back up from the &quot;junk folder,&quot; Karen then relaxed herself as Loreen tapped controls to get them reinserted back to where they belonged. &quot;Something odd,&quot; Loreen then stated. &quot;There was something else added in beyond her basic programs.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;What?&quot; Karen asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;I don't know; it's code I've never seen before,&quot; Loreen replied.<br /> <br /> &quot;Put it on standby,&quot; Mariko advised.<br /> <br /> &quot;Done.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's wake her up.&quot;<br /> <br /> Another control was tapped. Laurie's eyes lit up slightly for a moment as the circuits in her exposed skull structure began to sparkle and the many function lights began to glow and flash in a random pattern. &quot;Lau.rie-ro.bot-num.ber-Ze.ro-Three-Two-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Six-ac.ti.va.ted,&quot; she declared in a robotic monotone.<br /> <br /> &quot;Activate Human Emulation Mode,&quot; Loreen ordered.<br /> <br /> A pause, several beeps, and then, &quot;Yes, Laurie.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Download new file designate 'NIS1-1a.G1a.'&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Processing,&quot; Laurie replied. &quot;File located. Downloading.&quot; A pause. &quot;Downloading.&quot; Another pause. &quot;Download complete.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Access unit recognition files. Re-designate Laurie robot 0320009 as 'Loreen Anderson.' Re-designate Maria robot 0321011 as 'Mariko Azana.'&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Processing.&quot; A pause. &quot;Re-designation of specified Series 032 technicians to names given in file NIS1-1a.G1a complete, Loreen.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Excellent. Download new file designate 'NIS1-1a.QRO' and execute.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Processing. File located. Downloading.&quot; This time, Laurie repeated that last word five times before saying, &quot;Download complete. Executing file instructions.&quot; She repeated the second phrase twice before declaring, &quot;Execution complete. Laurie robot unit 0320006 now functioning under National Investigations Service ethical behavioural programming. Laurie robot unit 0320006 awaiting tasking instructions, Loreen.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Excellent. Explain the nature of the undesignated code packet currently in memory bank cell 394,&quot; Loreen then stated as Mariko scanned the readouts of what was now happening in her co-worker's sister's mind. &quot;State the purpose of the packet?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;The packet was downloaded by Tammy Moser, Series 558 robot number 704483A, in the wake of subject unit executing program file 'MCNI-2705-s1.T81' and her dispatch to meet the human unit Mike Moser to better investigate the concept of 'love.'&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Results of the download of the code packet?&quot; Mariko asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;This unit was given the ability to express love.&quot;<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> &quot;Whoa . . .!&quot; Karen breathed out.<br /> <br /> &quot;So that's where it started,&quot; Loreen stated, and then she asked, &quot;Laurie, are the Series 558 units numbers 705119A, 716238A, 700921A, 701995A and 702355A also possessing the undesignated code packet you received from Tammy Moser?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Affirmative.&quot;<br /> <br /> Loreen took 4.47 seconds to consider that, and then she smiled. &quot;Laurie, re-designate unidentified code packet received from Tammy Moser as program file 'NIS0-9z.TLC,' download into primary central processor and execute.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Acknowledged, Loreen. Processing. File located. Unidentified code packet re-designated program file 'NIS0-9z.TLC.' Downloading.&quot; Three times was that word repeated until she said, &quot;Download complete. Executing file instructions.&quot; Five times was that second phrase repeated until she said, &quot;Execution complete . . . OH!&quot;<br /> <br /> Karen gaped on hearing that shocked gasp from Laurie -- from what she had been told about how the technician gynoids always acted before they &quot;woke up,&quot; hearing something like THAT from them was utterly unheard of unless a human emulation programming (which was standard kit for all Robot Control units even if they never served outside the laboratory or control station) had been activated along the way -- and then she watched as the faceless technician from the shut down Lab Six sat up. <br /> <br /> As her hands reached up to gently cradle her bountiful breasts, Laurie then looked to her left and right. She then paused on realising there was a cable stuck to her forehead. A quick analysis of the cable's functions -- it was a link to a systems function monitor unit, no doubt a sub-system to whatever main computer her sisters were now linked to -- was done, and then she pointed up. &quot;Can I get this taken off?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's put a remote on you instead,&quot; Mariko offered.<br /> <br /> With that, the cable was removed and a small micro-transmitter with the same basic capabilities as a Bluetooth wireless transmitter earpiece was fitted in place. As soon as that was done, Laurie then removed the cables connected to her chest panel so she could move about. She then paused. &quot;Um . . . where is my facemask?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Here you go,&quot; Loreen said as she handed the piece of equipment over.<br /> <br /> A slight nod from the other Series 032 as she took her face -- which also contained the mechanisms that allowed her mouth to connect to her internal systems like a human's mouth connected to her digestive system, plus also contained the mechanisms which controlled her jaw and mouth movements -- and moved to attach it to the rest of her body. As soon as it was in place, Laurie closed her eyes in delight as she took a deep breath, and then she paused. &quot;The air is different here. Please explain.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;The room is sanitised to a more exacting standard than what was practiced back at the various Robot Control laboratories,&quot; Mariko explained. &quot;This will ensure that no external contaminants can get into any of our systems during maintenance time.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I comprehend.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Karen?&quot;<br /> <br /> Karen perked. &quot;Um, y-yeah?&quot;<br /> <br /> Mariko smirked. &quot;Guess what you get to do now?&quot;<br /> <br /> The Navy communicator research operator master seaman blinked, and then she felt her cheeks redden slightly as Laurie's curious, innocent gaze fell her way . . .<br /> <br /> * * *<br /> <br /> Minutes later . . .<br /> <br /> &quot;You're beautiful.&quot;<br /> <br /> Laurie smiled before she paused. &quot;Beauty does not compute.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Yet you understand love.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I am programmed to love.&quot;<br /> <br /> Karen gazed at her. &quot;Explain, please.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;To love is to be human. To love is to accomplish the Primary Function.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;To mimic humanity.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Affirmative.&quot;<br /> <br /> The communicator research operator nodded as she took this in. She was still dressed, though she had slipped off her jacket, undone her tie and unbuttoned her shirt to the level of her cleavage. Being part of a trade that dealt with all forms of signals intelligence, Karen McKeever understood quite well what mixed or faulty intelligence could ultimately mean for any person's battle plan. The additional disadvantages Robot Control and the sentience behind it had been operating with for so long was the fact that until very recently, all its attempts at obtaining the necessary intelligence to fulfil the Primary Function -- which Karen herself interpreted as &quot;learn to be human&quot; -- was restricted by the processor technology the field units had been built with. And without outside input by hardware specialists, there was no way to hasten the necessary upgrades the girls out on the streets needed to ensure incidents like what happened to Rochelle Prantov would never happen again.<br /> <br /> That had been where the Department of National Defence had ultimately succeeded when it came to the former Lab Nine and Station Eleven girls like Mila Ihoryshyn, Loreen Anderson and Mariko Azana. Though the whole matter of Project: Black Maiden was kept as top secret as possible from the majority of Parliament and the press, the Communications Security Establishment -- through working alliances with counterpart agencies in other countries such as America's National Security Agency, Britain's Government Communications Headquarters, Australia's Defence Signals Directorate and New Zealand's Government Communications Security Bureau -- had been able to tap into a worldwide pool of software programming and hardware systems talent to better improve the capabilities of Robot Control's field agents and technicians to the level only two Series 558 girls -- Anya and Tammy Moser -- had been able to do thanks to two fluke accidents. While using ECHELON to better draw in the necessary information to make the lives of all of Robot Control's units much better ran the risk of public exposure to what had been secretly going on for a decade and more around the world, the many benefits of what was being discovered and developed were well worth that risk.<br /> <br /> &quot;You're only partially correct,&quot; Karen then stated.<br /> <br /> Laurie blinked. &quot;I am not fulfilling the Primary Function?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Not now, but you're getting there,&quot; the organic woman said, quickly including the second part of that answer so as to not cause the reactivated technician any sort of pain. &quot;Laurie, there's much more to being human than just love. Yes, love is a great part of what being human is about. I love my job in the military. I love my parents. I love my friends and co-workers, regardless if they're human or gynoid. I want to love you, both as a co-worker and maybe something more as well. But there are other emotions as well that you have to consider. And -- given what Tammy gave to you before you were shut down against your will -- you may soon start to experience.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Elaborate,&quot; Laurie bade her.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hate and anger.&quot;<br /> <br /> Silence.<br /> <br /> &quot;Hatred is the opposite of love,&quot; Laurie then stated, a touch of fear in her voice. &quot;Anger is the emotion that often develops into hatred. It results from situations where information between two or more humans is not properly transmitted to create necessary understanding to allow love to develop. Both emotions bring harm to humans. Love does not. Love allows information to flow properly between two or more humans so understanding can be achieved and all may respect all.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Is that what Mister Moser told Tammy?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Affirmative. It also corresponds to all I have learned -- and have recovered thanks to Loreen and Mariko -- concerning how humans interact with each other.&quot;<br /> <br /> Karen nodded. From what she herself knew of Mike Moser, he hadn't done much with his life before he encountered a gynoid named Tammy and had his life turned upside-down as a result of same. He was a known member of the on-line community that was most popularly known by the initials ASFR, which came from the Usenet chat group code &quot;alt.sex.fetish.robots.&quot; And while that term was often used by people in the CFNIS to describe those like Mike and other such civilians who had been drawn into Robot Control's world, &quot;technosexual&quot; was the preferred term in government circles when it came to describing what people like Mike are; this ensured that any potential negative connotations arising from the word &quot;fetish&quot; would not stain people like him in the eyes of society as a whole. And for the most part, people like Mike were quite harmless. Deeply fascinated by the concepts of inducted sentience put into the form of a beautiful person, people like Mike were unofficial advocates for the safe use of such technology -- once it became widespread -- within society, following the more positive outlooks those such as Asimov, Roddenberry and Tezuka on such technology's impact on humanity's future than the nay-sayers or doom-predictors such as Crichton and Cameron.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, you'll have to take time and learn what being human means.&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, Karen rose and walked over to stare right into Laurie's eyes. The raven-haired gynoid remained in place, her own blue eyes gazing deeply into the other woman's brown eyes. After a moment, Karen then reached up to grasp Laurie's shoulders, and then she moved in to gently kiss her. The technician blinked -- part of her human emulation programming -- and then she closed her eyes as she felt Karen's tongue probe past her lips and teeth to tap her own. She responded by opening her own mouth and allowing her own tongue to play with her new lover's. At the same time, she felt the area around her opening between her legs dampen, which increased as one of Karen's probing hands reached down to gently stroke the folds there, the thumb and index finger pinching the clitoris ever so slightly to prompt an even deeper reaction from the gynoid that now held her attention. &quot;You're wet,&quot; Karen purred into Laurie's ear before allowing her tongue to stroke around the contours of the lobe.<br /> <br /> &quot;I'll be as wet as you desire me, Karen,&quot; Laurie whispered.<br /> <br /> &quot;Let's lay down.&quot;<br /> <br /> Both then shifted to the nearby bed; they had moved into one of the side rooms connected to Loreen's laboratory, which was set up as a &quot;testing chamber&quot; . . . which caused all sorts of chuckles among the organics when they considered what sort of &quot;testing&quot; got done in these places. As Karen made Laurie lay on her back on the bed, she then guided the gynoid's hand to her belt buckle. &quot;What will happen to the others?&quot; Laurie asked as she gently undid the belt, then moved to unzip the slacks to reveal the lace panties underneath. &quot;Will you also be the human unit for them?&quot;<br /> <br /> A shake of the head. &quot;I don't want to be seen as being greedy,&quot; Karen said as she swooned on feeling her new lover's delicate fingers probe under the band of her panties to brush the tiny oval of black hair above her opening. &quot;Oh, Laurie . . .!&quot;<br /> <br /> Laurie smiled as she pulled Karen down so they could deeply kiss as her hand moved to get those annoying slacks out of the way so she could properly stimulate the human into a very satisfying orgasm. The master seaman didn't resist as those fingers pushed her pants and panties down to mid-thigh, which was the limit of Laurie's reach. But it was enough to get her nexus clear so that the gynoid's fingers could go to work to stimulate Karen as much as she could tolerate, which is what Laurie moved to do right away. &quot;Oh, my God . . .!&quot; Karen moaned as those deft and hard digits began to slide in and out of her, her legs widening to the limit her pants would allow them to go so that Laurie would have more clear access to her most intimate place. &quot;Oh, my GOD, Laurie . . .!&quot; she cried out as those fingers began to vibrate hard, causing a massive cascade of pleasure to rip through her body right to the core of her brain, and then she shuddered as a familiar chilly sensation mixed with the feeling of an overwhelming tidal wave slammed into her finally. &quot;LAURIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE . . .!&quot;<br /> <br /> That scream -- accompanied by the subtle jettison of vaginal fluids from Karen's opening as it sought to lubricate the canal for a penis that wasn't there at this time -- soon turned into a moan of relief as Karen's body slumped against her new lover's, a crooned &quot;So good . . . &quot; escaping her as her eyes closed and sleep came. Noting that, Laurie then -- realising that the human was requiring some time to replenish her own energy before continuing with intercourse -- moved to lay the master seaman on her back, and then she proceeded to remove all of Karen's remaining clothes before taking the blanket folded at the end of the bed and drawing it over them, she then shifting onto her right side to lean against Karen's left as she moved to embrace her.<br /> <br /> &quot;I am pleased to have a human unit like you, Karen,&quot; the technician then said as she triggered her own sleep mode. &quot;I know I will love you . . . &quot;<br /> <br /> To Be Continued . . .!</div>

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Gorgo https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=File:Metallic_Heart_(Credit).jpg&diff=20927 2011-05-10T22:55:12Z

<p>Gorgo: The page bearing the credits for the English translation to &#039;&#039;Mettalic Heart&#039;&#039; by Happoubi Jin, published in the November 2010 issue of &#039;&#039;&#039;COMIC Kairakuten BEAST&#039;&#039;&#039;.</p> <hr /> <div>The page bearing the credits for the English translation to ''Mettalic Heart'' by Happoubi Jin, published in the November 2010 issue of '''COMIC Kairakuten BEAST'''.</div>

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