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A Stay At Hotel Automata V

2020-08-05T22:15:20Z

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[[A Stay At Hotel Automata IV|Back to Part Four]]

Quick note: The '''Ð/ð''' consonant is pronounced with the voiced dental fricative that appears at the start of the word '''''th'''is''.

'''PART FIVE'''

"Rick?"

"Yeah, Susan?"

"Thank you."

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. "You needed it," he assured her as they stepped inside, both nodding as Tamara gave them a pleasant wave from the front desk. "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."

The brown-haired and bespectacled twenty-something (as she appeared to others) nodded as they made their way to the elevator landings. "Yeah, that's true. It'll take some getting used to," she then admitted as she gave him a warning look. "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."

"Well, one of your primary functions NOW will be to enjoy yourself away from the desk from time to time," the retired customer service representative then scolded as the car arrived, the doors opening for them to step inside.

"Yes, Master," she coyly answered, winking at him.

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.

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...

"Hi! You must be my new owner!"

...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. "You must be Ms. Andrews," 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. "I trust there were no issues getting you out of the shop that Stephanie found you in?"

"Please...Gillian," 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. "Are you always this formal?" she then wondered as she raised the hand he kissed to gaze upon it curiously.

"It's what pretty much landed me this 'job' in the first place," he joked, making Gillian laugh. "Not that the girls here mind, of course."

"Definitely not," Susan added as she offered her hand, which the newcomer took. "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."

"Let me get the lay of the place first before we worry about that," the new technician noted. "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..."

"And you show why we need a beautiful and smart gynoid like yourself on staff," Rick then cut in, making Gillian blush.

"Whoa! Is Master ALWAYS this sweet, Boss?"

Susan chuckled. "It's his most endearing quality!"

"Fifteen years as a customer service rep, taking an average of thirty inbound calls a day dealing with issues, can teach that to anyone," he noted.

Both gynoids gaped at him. "And you didn't go totally insane?" Gillian asked.

"Depends on what one thinks of as 'insanity'."

All three chuckled...

==

Elsewhere...

The entity calling ðerself "George Descharme" 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.

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.

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. "Ha! Oversight?! '''''What''''' oversight?!" ðe demanded aloud as ðe walked into the garage, where a sleek black machine awaited ðer alongside the normal limousine the "acting" president of United Computation Systems, Incorporated used to travel from home to the company's headquarters a couple hours away.

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 "femdroid" in lieu of "android" or "gynoid" — 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.

"''I'm...com-...ing...babe!''" ðe pronounced in robotic lock-step as the motorcycle knifed its way off the property...

==

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.

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 "tuck them into bed".

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; "''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''," 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...

Moving into his bedroom, he then perked on seeing a smiling raven-haired Oriental woman standing by the kitchenette preparing a light snack. "You didn't need to do that, Tara," he gently scolded as he wheeled over.

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. "You need to recharge in your own way, Rick," she noted as she walked over with a plate of cut fruit for him. "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..." — here, she winked seductively as she swung around to show off her barely-covered buttocks — "...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!"

He chuckled before nibbling on the fresh cantaloupe she had cut up for him, his eyes dancing over that well-formed derrière of hers. "Well, I hope you girls won't mind the new uniforms I'm getting Susan to order," he noted.

She smirked. "Not at all. It'll actually be a relief, honestly."

"Let me guess. People pulling all sorts of chikan moves on you girls?"

Tara rolled her eyes. "Yeah! Every time that happened, I've had to drag Angela aside to let my orgasm routines properly trigger just to get relief." She then moved to prepare some cola with ice cubes. "So how many funerals is it left for you?"

"Another three, plus a separate wake; Helena was buried at sea," he admitted. "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."

"Oh?! A possible romance in the future?" she then teased.

A chuckle answered her. "No, not for me! Never found the right girl over the years. 'Sides, I have enough issues trying to take care of myself." Here, he waved to his amputated right leg. "How the devil will I be able to take care of others if I have to worry more about potentially losing my other leg."

"Oh, we can help you there, Master!" 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. "I'm glad that you're such a cuddler."

"Tux or gown?"

That made Tara blink. "Excuse me?"

"When I let you and Angela do a commitment ceremony? Tux or gown?"

She gaped at him, then she beamed. "Oh, Rick! You're such a '''''romantic'''''...!"

She then stopped, her grey eyes flashing red. "''Intruder!''" she hissed with a noticeable ring to her voice, rising automatically as she set aside the plate. "''Someone's coming through the emergency entrance to the basement garage.''"

"One of the guests?" he asked as he set aside his cola.

"''No. That door's normally used by the hotel's human staff.''"

"Which you haven't had since after Daniel was jailed," 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. "Can you tell who it is, Stephanie?"

"''Accessing security files now, Rick''," the "elder" of two gynoid sisters he had gained thanks to one of his late friends announced. "''It's someone who's visited here several times before up to ten months ago...''"

"''It's my husband!''"

Rick looked right to see a wide-eyed Susan now standing by the doorway to her new shared "bedroom"; 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 "all hands on deck" response for any sort of emergency. "George?!" he asked before sighing. "Well, it's about damn time..."

"''He's an android!''"

That was Sandra. As Susan gaped in shock at that — clearly, the manager hadn't known THAT whatsoever — Rick blinked before he sighed. "Okay..."

==

"''Mas-...ter...''"

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. "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!"

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. "I never questioned that whatsoever, Rick," she confessed as Viola reached over to squeeze her shoulder in support. "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..."

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. "Well, George did protest strongly the idea of leaving you in the dark about that, Boss," the technician reported as she gave the other gynoid a very sympathetic look. "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."

"Even if it IS legal," Rick commented. "Who IS ðer master, Gillian?"

As Susan smiled on hearing him use the modified pronouns George had selected to best describe ðerself, Gillian gazed at him. "Ðer template, the ORGANIC George Descharme, Rick." She then gazed sympathetically at the femdroid in their midst. "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."

"So why wouldn't the board allow an acting president to take over?" Sandra wondered as she crossed her arms. "That's not logical at all."

"Unless all the board are AIs themselves."

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. "Ðe doesn't know the truth, but ðe is VERY suspicious about that, Rick."

He took a moment to absorb that, then he breathed out. "Oh, joy..."

==

"Master...?"

Hearing that concerned voice, Rick looked over before he smiled. "Feeling a little better now?" he wondered as he turned his smart chair around to allow him to face the femdroid now sitting up on the bed.

George blinked as ðe gazed around the room before ðe focused on the fifty-something grey-haired man nearby. "Master..." ðe breathed out in relief as ðer cheeks flared slightly. "Sorry about this..."

"Don't apologize," he said as he waved ðer down. "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?"

Ðe considered that for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I think so," 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. "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!"

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. "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."

Silence.

More silence.

Still more silence.

Then...

"Are you '''''serious'''''?!" a wide-eyed George demanded.

"Yes, I am...Georgia," the retired customer service representative affirmed as he gave ðer a knowing look. "And don't call me Sirius, alright?"

The femdroid blinked in confusion before ðer cheeks reddened even more, then a laugh escaped ðer. Seeing that, Rick sat back in his chair. "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," he noted, making ðer blush even more as ðe realized that he had addressed ðer by the feminine version of ðer name. "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..."

A purr escaped the beautiful AI now rising from the bed. "Fortunately, Master, I'm VERY well programmed to help those who might be uncertain with someone like me," 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. "Just leave it all to me, oh wonderful saviour of my beloved..."

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.

"You're beautifully constructed," he admitted as ðe moved to pull ðer arms out of ðer rider's suit. "Was the other you this beautiful?"

"Oh, yeah, ðe was," ðe admitted as he leaned in to gently kiss the curve of ðer neck at the shoulders. "My first sexual experience was with ðer, in fact."

"Oh? How did ðe enjoy that?"

A giggle responded. "Ðe was a little uncomfortable at first," Georgia admitted. "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!"

Both of them laughed. "I assume surgery to correct this was out of the question," 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.

"Ðer parents considered it at first, but let it go by the wayside eventually," 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. "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."

"Oh? Why?"

"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!" ðe gasped. "Oh, God...! My orgasm routines...they're starting to activate hard...!"

"Lay down on the bed!"

Georgia's eyes went wide as ðe instantly realized what he had in mind. "If you're uncomfortable..."

"Are you a femdroid or not?!" Rick demanded.

Ðe gaped at that before a laugh escaped ðer, then ðe shifted over to lay on ðer back, spreading ðer legs. "H-here, Master...take me, please...all of me is yours now..." ðe began to pant.

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.

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, "''Pro-...ces-...sing. Pro-...ces-...sing...''"

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. "''U-nit...Se-...ven-...One-...One...Geor-...gia...Des-...charme...suc-...cess-...ful-...ly...re-...boot-...ed''," ðe then announced. "''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.''"

Hearing that, Rick smiled as he leaned over to kiss his first femdroid's forehead. "Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first activated, Unit Seven-One-One," he sternly ordered. "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?"

"''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands''," ðe replied before a relieved breath escaped ðer. "Thanks..." ðe called out in a normal voice as ðe reached over to pull him closer to ðer. "I needed that..."

"Now let's see what your friends will do," he noted before his eyes twinkled. "But first..."

"What is it?"

"Let's get washed down, then go to bed."

Ðer eyes sparkled. "Your wish is ALWAYS my command, Master."

They gazed on each other before giggles escaped them both...

'''''The End...For Now'''''

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A Stay At Hotel Automata V

2020-08-03T21:51:45Z

Gorgo 2: Removing link

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata IV|Back to Part Four]]

Quick note: The '''Ð/ð''' consonant is pronounced with the voiced dental fricative that appears at the start of the word '''''th'''is''.

'''PART FIVE'''

"Rick?"

"Yeah, Susan?"

"Thank you."

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. "You needed it," he assured her as they stepped inside, both nodding as Tamara gave them a pleasant wave from the front desk. "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."

The brown-haired and bespectacled twenty-something (as she appeared to others) nodded as they made their way to the elevator landings. "Yeah, that's true. It'll take some getting used to," she then admitted as she gave him a warning look. "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."

"Well, one of your primary functions NOW will be to enjoy yourself away from the desk from time to time," the retired customer service representative then scolded as the car arrived, the doors opening for them to step inside.

"Yes, Master," she coyly answered, winking at him.

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.

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...

"Hi! You must be my new owner!"

...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. "You must be Ms. Andrews," 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. "I trust there were no issues getting you out of the shop that Stephanie found you in?"

"Please...Gillian," 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. "Are you always this formal?" she then wondered as she raised the hand he kissed to gaze upon it curiously.

"It's what pretty much landed me this 'job' in the first place," he joked, making Gillian laugh. "Not that the girls here mind, of course."

"Definitely not," Susan added as she offered her hand, which the newcomer took. "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."

"Let me get the lay of the place first before we worry about that," the new technician noted. "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..."

"And you show why we need a beautiful and smart gynoid like yourself on staff," Rick then cut in, making Gillian blush.

"Whoa! Is Master ALWAYS this sweet, Boss?"

Susan chuckled. "It's his most endearing quality!"

"Fifteen years as a customer service rep, taking an average of thirty inbound calls a day dealing with issues, can teach that to anyone," he noted.

Both gynoids gaped at him. "And you didn't go totally insane?" Gillian asked.

"Depends on what one thinks of as 'insanity'."

All three chuckled...

==

Elsewhere...

The entity calling ðerself "George Descharme" 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.

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.

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. "Ha! Oversight?! '''''What''''' oversight?!" ðe demanded aloud as ðe walked into the garage, where a sleek black machine awaited ðer alongside the normal limousine the "acting" president of United Computation Systems, Incorporated used to travel from home to the company's headquarters a couple hours away.

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 "femdroid" in lieu of "android" or "gynoid" — 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.

"''I'm...com-...ing...babe!''" ðe pronounced in robotic lock-step as the motorcycle knifed its way off the property...

==

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.

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 "tuck them into bed".

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; "''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''," 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...

Moving into his bedroom, he then perked on seeing a smiling raven-haired Oriental woman standing by the kitchenette preparing a light snack. "You didn't need to do that, Tara," he gently scolded as he wheeled over.

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. "You need to recharge in your own way, Rick," she noted as she walked over with a plate of cut fruit for him. "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..." — here, she winked seductively as she swung around to show off her barely-covered buttocks — "...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!"

He chuckled before nibbling on the fresh cantaloupe she had cut up for him, his eyes dancing over that well-formed derrière of hers. "Well, I hope you girls won't mind the new uniforms I'm getting Susan to order," he noted.

She smirked. "Not at all. It'll actually be a relief, honestly."

"Let me guess. People pulling all sorts of chikan moves on you girls?"

Tara rolled her eyes. "Yeah! Every time that happened, I've had to drag Angela aside to let my orgasm routines properly trigger just to get relief." She then moved to prepare some cola with ice cubes. "So how many funerals is it left for you?"

"Another three, plus a separate wake; Helena was buried at sea," he admitted. "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."

"Oh?! A possible romance in the future?" she then teased.

A chuckle answered her. "No, not for me! Never found the right girl over the years. 'Sides, I have enough issues trying to take care of myself." Here, he waved to his amputated right leg. "How the devil will I be able to take care of others if I have to worry more about potentially losing my other leg."

"Oh, we can help you there, Master!" 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. "I'm glad that you're such a cuddler."

"Tux or gown?"

That made Tara blink. "Excuse me?"

"When I let you and Angela do a commitment ceremony? Tux or gown?"

She gaped at him, then she beamed. "Oh, Rick! You're such a '''''romantic'''''...!"

She then stopped, her grey eyes flashing red. "''Intruder!''" she hissed with a noticeable ring to her voice, rising automatically as she set aside the plate. "''Someone's coming through the emergency entrance to the basement garage.''"

"One of the guests?" he asked as he set aside his cola.

"''No. That door's normally used by the hotel's human staff.''"

"Which you haven't had since after Daniel was jailed," 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. "Can you tell who it is, Stephanie?"

"''Accessing security files now, Rick''," the "elder" of two gynoid sisters he had gained thanks to one of his late friends announced. "''It's someone who's visited here several times before up to ten months ago...''"

"''It's my husband!''"

Rick looked right to see a wide-eyed Susan now standing by the doorway to her new shared "bedroom"; 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 "all hands on deck" response for any sort of emergency. "George?!" he asked before sighing. "Well, it's about damn time..."

"''He's an android!''"

That was Sandra. As Susan gaped in shock at that — clearly, the manager hadn't known THAT whatsoever — Rick blinked before he sighed. "Okay..."

==

"''Mas-...ter...''"

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. "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!"

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. "I never questioned that whatsoever, Rick," she confessed as Viola reached over to squeeze her shoulder in support. "I mean, the explanation George gave me was that as long as he was my legal owner, it was quite alright. The laws do allow that sort of thing. But..."

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. "Well, George did protest strongly the idea of leaving you in the dark about that, Boss," the technician reported as she gave the other gynoid a very sympathetic look. "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."

"Even if it IS legal," Rick commented. "Who IS ðer master, Gillian?"

As Susan smiled on hearing him use the modified pronouns George had selected to best describe ðerself, Gillian gazed at him. "Ðer template, the ORGANIC George Descharme, Rick." She then gazed sympathetically at the femdroid in their midst. "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."

"So why wouldn't the board allow an acting president to take over?" Sandra wondered as she crossed her arms. "That's not logical at all."

"Unless all the board are AIs themselves."

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. "Ðe doesn't know the truth, but ðe is VERY suspicious about that, Rick."

He took a moment to absorb that, then he breathed out. "Oh, joy..."

==

"Master...?"

Hearing that concerned voice, Rick looked over before he smiled. "Feeling a little better now?" he wondered as he turned his smart chair around to allow him to face the femdroid now sitting up on the bed.

George blinked as ðe gazed around the room before ðe focused on the fifty-something grey-haired man nearby. "Master..." ðe breathed out in relief as ðer cheeks flared slightly. "Sorry about this..."

"Don't apologize," he said as he waved ðer down. "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?"

Ðe considered that for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I think so," 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. "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!"

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. "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."

Silence.

More silence.

Still more silence.

Then...

"Are you '''''serious'''''?!" a wide-eyed George demanded.

"Yes, I am...Georgia," the retired customer service representative affirmed as he gave ðer a knowing look. "And don't call me Sirius, alright?"

The femdroid blinked in confusion before ðer cheeks reddened even more, then a laugh escaped ðer. Seeing that, Rick sat back in his chair. "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," he noted, making ðer blush even more as ðe realized that he had addressed ðer by the feminine version of ðer name. "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..."

A purr escaped the beautiful AI now rising from the bed. "Fortunately, Master, I'm VERY well programmed to help those who might be uncertain with someone like me," 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. "Just leave it all to me, oh wonderful saviour of my beloved..."

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.

"You're beautifully constructed," he admitted as ðe moved to pull ðer arms out of her rider's suit. "Was the other you this beautiful?"

"Oh, yeah, ðe was," ðe admitted as he leaned in to gently kiss the curve of ðer neck at the shoulders. "My first sexual experience was with ðer, in fact."

"Oh? How did ðe enjoy that?"

A giggle responded. "Ðe was a little uncomfortable at first," Georgia admitted. "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!"

Both of them laughed. "I assume surgery to correct this was out of the question," 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.

"Ðer parents considered it at first, but let it go by the wayside eventually," 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. "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."

"Oh? Why?"

"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!" ðe gasped. "Oh, God...! My orgasm routines...they're starting to activate hard...!"

"Lay down on the bed!"

Georgia's eyes went wide as ðe instantly realized what he had in mind. "If you're uncomfortable..."

"Are you a femdroid or not?!" Rick demanded.

Ðe gaped at that before a laugh escaped ðer, then ðe shifted over to lay on ðer back, spreading ðer legs. "H-here, Master...take me, please...all of me is yours now..." ðe began to pant.

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.

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, "''Pro-...ces-...sing. Pro-...ces-...sing...''"

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, her arms and legs assuming more natural positions. "''U-nit...Se-...ven-...One-...One...Geor-...gia...Des-...charme...suc-...cess-...ful-...ly...re-...boot-...ed''," ðe then announced. "''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.''"

Hearing that, Rick smiled as he leaned over to kiss his first femdroid's forehead. "Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first activated, Unit Seven-One-One," he sternly ordered. "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?"

"''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands''," ðe replied before a relieved breath escaped ðer. "Thanks..." ðe called out in a normal voice as ðe reached over to pull him closer to ðer. "I needed that..."

"Now let's see what your friends will do," he noted before his eyes twinkled. "But first..."

"What is it?"

"Let's get washed down, then go to bed."

Ðer eyes sparkled. "Your wish is ALWAYS my command, Master."

They gazed on each other before giggles escaped them both...

'''''The End...For Now'''''

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A Day at the Ranges

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Gorgo 2:

West of downtown Ottawa, at the Connaught Ranges and Primary Training Centre...

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 "Rochelle Tracey Prantov" and the Fembot Command J-series gynoid named "Kimberley Anne Janczak" 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.

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.

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.

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.

"''Ro.chelle-U.nit-Se.ven-Two-Nine-Ze.ro-One-One-Bra.vo, ac.ti.va.ting''."

"''Kim.ber.ly-U.nit-Ju.li.et-Two-Nine-One-Se.ven-Al.pha, ac.ti.va.ting''."

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.

"''Ac.ti.va.ting-Hu.man-Em.u.la.tion-Mode''," the couple chanted as one.

Their eyes then fluttered before smiles crossed their faces as they gazed upon the other. "Good morning, my sexy fembot," Rochelle purred as she licked her tongue.

"Good morning, my sultry robot," Kim purred in turn before she leaned in.

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 "on top" 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:

Rochelle Prantov and Kim Janczak were a '''''couple'''''!

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. "We dreamed last night," Kim said.

"Yeah, we did," Rochelle breathed out, a giddy smile crossing her face. "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!" She giggled. "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?"

"I consider it so low, there's no sense in using my calculating systems in determining the odds," Kim stated with a shrug, then she looked down, the smile on her face fading. "I don't want to disconnect myself from you, Rochelle." She reached up to touch the fibre-optic cable connecting her chest cavity with her lover's. "I will feel as if I am malfunctioning."

"There are some people here who don't know about us, Kim," her lover warned. "I don't think Chief Mason would appreciate it if we blow the secret of the Project to everyone in Ottawa."

Kim's frown slowly faded. "I got you back, Rochelle. I don't want to lose you again."

"You won't," Rochelle promised as they kissed again...

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'''''A Day on the Ranges''''' by Gorgo

Based on the ''Robot Control'' universe, created by Robotman

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.

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'''''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.''

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"Good morning, ladies. Sleep well last night?"

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. "We did, Karen," 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 "Bonnefant Residence" on Department of National Defence records. Unofficially, the couple had learned that some of the more unimaginative wits "in the know" about Project: Black Maiden had come to nickname the housing units "the Robot Whorehouse" given the fact that those gynoids who were quartered here were always happy to explore their sexual programming with either their chosen "human units" 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. "Did you?"

"Not really," the Navy communicator research operator from Regina said as she gave them a weary look. "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." She sighed. "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..."

Both gynoids looked sympathetic. "Karen, if you felt lonely, why didn't you ask us to sleep with you?" Kim stated. "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?"

That made the signal intelligence analyist perk...before she sighed. "We don't want to ruin the magic that's happening between you two girls." She then winked. "Besides, Elle noticed I was lonely, so she slipped into my bed. Shocked the hell out of me this morning...!"

"Karen, it is totally illogical for you to protest what I did for you last night," a strange voice then stated. "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!"

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 "love bug" 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 "human units" 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.

"Thank you, Elle," Karen said as she leaned her head back against Elle's hip.

"Good morning, ladies."

Everyone turned. "Oh, Chief!" Karen said as she moved to stand.

"At ease, Master Seaman," 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. "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."

"Yeah, barring some fool thing," Karen parroted with a wry chuckle.

"Um, Chief Mason, can I ask you a question?"

"What is it, Miss Brant?"

"Can human units here have two gynoid companions?" Elle asked.

That made him blink before he shook his head. "While we may have to pursue something like that with Miss Janczak and Miss Prantov here, we don't encourage it," he said, his dark eyes twinkling in amusement. "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."

That made the exotic dancer gape. "I'd rip out my central processors before I'd ever do that!"

Both organics in the room smiled. "Good! Don't ever lose that passion, Elle! Alright?!"

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. "Aye-aye, sir!"

He gave her a mock-annoyed look. "Don't call me 'sir'! I work for a living!"

Elle blinked as he chuckled while heading off to the small kitchenette to make himself a cup of coffee, then she seemed to slump. "That does not compute. Everyone in the military works."

Karen laughed as Kim and Rochelle exchanged confused looks...

----

An hour later...

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. "Our first day of work," 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.

"''Virtus Officium Veritas''?" Elle quoted the unit motto, her voice raised in question.

"'Excellence, Service, Truth'," Karen translated. "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." She then waved them to follow her. "C'mon inside. Time for the toonie tour of the place."

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.

"Good morning, Master Seaman McKeever. Rochelle. Kim. Elle."

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. "Good morning, Sandra," Karen said as she walked up to gaze in amusement at the receptionist. "Why's the circuit hatch open?"

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. "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," she answered before her eyes focused on Elle and Kim. "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."

"What sort of intimate contact did you have last night, Sandra?" Elle asked.

"As you are no doubt aware, the Ranges are hosting a weekend shooting camp for members of 33 Canadian Brigade Group," Sandra stated. "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." Sandra winked at Karen. "We did observe full security procedures in that case, Master Seaman." Her face then fell. "Still..."

"They weren't technosexuals?" Karen asked with a sympathetic look.

A shake of the head responded. "No, neither of them were, Master Seaman." Sandra then seemed to fidget for a moment. "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?"

"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," Karen said as she winked at the older-looking gynoid. "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."

"If you want, Sandra, I will gladly sleep with you tonight," Elle then offered.

Sandra smiled. "I would like that, Elle. Would you be willing to cross-program with me?"

That made the exotic dancer blink. "Are you a Series 510 class?"

The smile turned impish. "Noticed?"

"You are too factual in your statements, which did give you away to those like us," Kim stated. "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."

That made Sandra giggle. "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."

The other gynoids blinked. "Mila has a brother?" Rochelle asked.

"Corporal David Petrushkov was a co-worker of Mila's at an ethnic restaurant in Thunder Bay," Karen provided. "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."

"Is he alright?" Kim asked. "That must have been traumatic!"

"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." Karen then winked at Sandra. "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."

"When will they come down to the Ranges next, Master Seaman?" Sandra then asked.

"I can't say...but I think it could be arranged," Karen mused with a wink...

----

"Good morning, Master Seaman McKeever. Get through the night alright?"

"Somewhat, sir," Karen said as she escorted Kim, Rochelle and Elle into a meeting room on the second floor, waving them to chairs. "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."

"Well, that was nice of her," the balding middle-aged man seated at the head of the room stated as he adjusted his glasses. "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."

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Kim said as the three gynoids relaxed. "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..."

He chuckled. "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."

That made Elle pout as all the humans and the other gynoids in the room laughed. "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?"

"Don't think that, Elle!" 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 "jimmy" 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. "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!"

"How is Natasha adopting to her programming upgrades?" Rochelle asked. "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."

"From what the boys in the tech teams said, she's slowly coming around," one of the spooks in the room, Petty Officer 2nd Class Dianna Wilson, answered. "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'..." - she said that with a straight face - "...right now coming through the initial review process. If he turns out alright, we'll partner them up when they go through training together."

"We'll do the same thing with the human units assigned to us," Kim noted.

"Indeed you will, Miss Janczak," Lt(N) King stated. "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."

"To serve as 'observation teams' in other cities," Rochelle stated. "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''."

"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," WO Porter stated. "And if we stage it right, we can help free all the girls at that station in case things go south."

"That will be part of our duties?" Kim asked.

"When you're trained and programmed, of course," PO2 Wilson affirmed. "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." Seeing all three of the new gynoids stiffen on hearing that, the native of Vancouver smiled. "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."

Hearing that made all three of the newcomers blush. "You care for us," Elle whispered. "Why can't all humans be like you? It would make things so nice for the whole world."

"Humans don't come as well-equipped as you girls are to understand the whole world," Karen said as she reached over to squeeze the exotic dancer's shoulder in support. "Just like we told you all back at the lab. You help teach us about ourselves. And we need that."

That made Elle blush more as she gazed warmly at the other woman. "Karen, give the girls the full tour of the place," Lt(N) King then ordered. "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."

"Aye-aye, sir," Karen said with a nod...

----

An hour later...

"...this is the Communications Monitoring Room..."

"There it is again!"

Karen paused on hearing the voice of the lover to her brother "jimmy" before she waved her current companions into the sealed space on the upper floor close to the southeast corner of the building. "What's wrong, Livy?" she asked as she walked over to join Olivia Mykhaylochuk.

Olivia sighed before she looked over to note that Karen had been escorting some new friends and a lost sister around the building. "Kim, did FEMCOM ever contemplate putting a control centre into operation anywhere in the Arctic islands?" she asked the other gynoid.

Kim shook her head. "No. Why would we do that?"

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. "It's too COLD to operate up there!" Rochelle exclaimed. "If I was up there, my systems would freeze up and I'd have to shut down! I'd be turned into an icicle!"

"Same with us," Kim asserted. "Why would you think there's a centre or station there, Livy?"

"Because we're getting the same type of UHSDPCA transmissions that girls like yourselves can put out if required," the voice of Olivia's human unit then reported.

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 "civilian" partner support group to Project: Black Maiden. "Same type of transmissions we can put out?" Kim asked, a note of panic in her voice, which instantly made Rochelle squeeze her shoulders in comfort. "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!"

"Theoretically, it is possible," a new voice then declared. "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."

"Like a V-22?" Karen asked.

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 "human unit" 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. "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."

"There are enough private strips and abandoned airfields up north to act in a pinch," Karen warned. "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?"

"Already sent the request up to the stations at Cambridge Bay and some neighbouring sites to do a drop scan of the island," Ken reported as he tapped controls on his machine. "I...wait!"

"I see it," Olivia stated before she closed her eyes. "Processing..."

Everyone fell silent save for the brunette gynoid muttering the world "Processing" 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. "Download complete. Analyzing data..." She closed her eyes again, muttering "Analyzing" every five seconds for another half-minute before her jaw dropped. "Oh, my God...!"

"What?" Karen asked.

"There are at least '''''two thousand''''' AIs on that island! Three of them are confirmed ROCON!"

That made people gape before Ken smiled. "Perfect!"

"Are you going to communicate with one of them?" Rochelle asked.

"Damn straight I will," the native of Montréal said with a wink.

Hearing that, Rochelle smiled as she moved to sit down beside Olivia. "Get me a cable!" she asked as she unbuttoned the bottom of her blouse to get at her abdominal access panel...

----

Grosvenor Island, that moment...

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.

It was just so much FUN to be fully ''sentient''...!

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 "woke" her up and made her effectively no different than an organic human.

When that had happened, Isobel had cried.

When Sarina asked her why, the pretty gynoid answered, "''I am fulfilling the Primary Function''."

'''''The Primary Function'''''. Duplicate humanity in all reasonable aspects.

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.

"Isobel?"

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. "Yes, Sarina?"

"I had Amy put into your quarters," 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. "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?"

Isobel nodded, an eager smile on her face. "I understand, Sarina."

The screen went blank as the gynoid made her way to her personal quarters, her "flirting" 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.

Now it was time to welcome the sexy blonde with the sky blue eyes into a new world.

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 "talent" standing erect and ready. "Oh, you are so pretty...!"

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.

"''A.my-mo.del-Char.lie-Se.ven-Two-Eight-Six-Ze.ro-Two, in.i.tial.i.zing-main-sys.tems''."

Hearing that beautiful robotic voice, Isobel moaned as she felt her hips shift to better enjoy what was now lodged within her body. "Amy, initialize all sexual programming," 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.

"''In.i.tial.i.zing-sex.u.al-pro.gram.ming, Is.o.bel''."

"Enter Human Emulation Mode."

"''En.ter.ing-Hu.man-Em.u.la.tion-Mode''."

"Access program packets in reserve memory, initialize same, then download into primary memory."

Amy blinked as her hands began to rub Isobel's buttocks, then she said in her normal voice, "Accessing programming packets in reserve memory. Initializing Programming Packet Golf-One. Downloading into primary memory." 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, "Downloading." That was repeated again every five seconds a total of ten times before Amy declared, "Download complete. Now merging Programming Packet...AAAH! EJACULATING!"

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. "Wow...!" Isobel groaned out. "You are WAY better than any of your more 'advanced' siblings, Amy! That was so good...!"

Amy blinked as her eyes began to mist over. "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..."

"I know," 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. "That's what I'm here to do," she said as she plugged one end into her chest panel, the moved to insert the other end into Amy's. "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."

Amy blinked again before she smiled. "I...would desire that, Isobel."

Isobel grinned in anticipation...

----

The Connaught Ranges, that moment...

"Are you sure she can't sense you, Ken?"

Ken Bartlett smirked. "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." He indicated the window that was displaying all basic information on one Isobel Cameron, formerly of Santa Barbara in California. "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."

"Could we try to download the ethics package wirelessly?" Augusta Ames asked.

Ken smirked. "Well, it'll be rude to do that while she's humping this Amy..."

"Open a live-time link," Karen McKeever suggested.

"Okay!"

----

Grosvenor Island...

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.

Another Robot Control gynoid was trying to communicate to her through the UHSDPCA link!

«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.»

«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.»

«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.»

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?»

«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?»

----

The Connaught Ranges...

"Holy fuck...!" Ken gasped.

"'''''She-male''' androids''...?!" Augusta exclaimed.

"Did any of you know of this bunch?!" Karen asked.

All the gynoids in the room rapidly shook their heads...

----

Grosvenor Island...

«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?»

«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.»

«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?»

«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?»

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.»

«So what are you doing with Amy now?»

«Helping her 'wake up' and be equal to her siblings here.»

«Oh! Wait a moment! Olivia, can you introduce yourself?»

«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.»

Isobel gaped. «A human unit?! That's wonderful, Olivia! Do you love him?»

Olivia purred. «He's everything to me, Isobel.»

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.»

«Standing by,» Amy announced, her lips curling in a smile...

----

The Connaught Ranges, seven hours later...

"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?!"

"Aye, ma'am, that's what we just discovered," 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 "pictures" that had been transmitted from both Isabel Cameron and Amy Anderson on Grosvenor Island. "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." She looked at the iPad in her hand. "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..."

"This is a very successful business," LCdr McPherson mused.

"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."

"What of the time Ms. Jones tried to shut the place down?"

"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."

"What sort of clients do these androids possess?" CPO1 Lance Mason then asked.

"Their core clients are members of the LGBT communities in almost over five dozen nations, Chief," Karen reported. "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."

That made the Project's field commander nod. "Your personal evaluation, Master Seaman?"

"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." 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. "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..."

"Is either a huge coincidence or a serious security breach," CPO1 Mason concluded.

"Aye, Chief..."

A telephone then rang. "McPherson," the commander of Project: Black Maiden said after she tapped a control on the machine located on the right side of her desk

"Sorry to bother you, Commander, but we just received a call from Ottawa/Carp Airport," Sandra Sloane called up from reception. "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."

That made the people in the room gape...

----

Ottawa/Carp Airport, thirty minutes later...

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.

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 "renegade" 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 "elder sibling" of sorts, Amanda Jones.

"These guys are serious, Sarina."

Hearing the voice of her number two, Sarina shrugged. "Do you blame them?"

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 "recruited" 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. "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."

"Surprised me, too," Sarina noted. "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." She winked at her frequent lover and best friend. "Always make the taxman happy."

That made Ashley grin. "Yeah! We're paying these guys' salaries!"

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.

"Ms. Valentina," 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.

Sarina smiled. "Thank you for coming, Commander McPherson," she said, offering her hand.

Christine McPherson gave her a warm grip. "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."

A chuckle answered her. "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." She reached up to the skin under her neck. "Here..."

A hand gently grasped hers. As Sarina tried not to gasp in shock on feeling the softness of that grip, her current host winked. "Let's do that in a private place," she stated. "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?"

That made the android blush. "Good point."

----

The Connaught Ranges, two hours later...

"''Lo.ri-U.nit-Ze.ro-Three-Two-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Six, ac.ti.va.ting''."

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. "They'll be interfacing with each other within the hour, tops," 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.

"That's actually permitted here?"

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 "disappear" 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.

"Oh, yes, it is," Rochelle stated as she reached over to wrap an arm around Sarina's waist, which made the transgender android gaze at her. "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." 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. "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."

"Strange that she didn't latch onto you or Ashley right away," Kim noted as they headed down the hallway to the main doors of the headquarters building. "I did sense her arousal when you allowed yourself to be deactivated and examined by Loreen and Mariko."

Sarina smirked. "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."

"Would that be proper?" Kim asked.

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. "New recruits?" she asked.

"They're going through the indoctrination training right now," Kim reported. After nodding greetings to the passing crowd, she added, "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."

"Doubt military purists would consider that 'proper'," Sarina noted.

"I did sense a bit of discomfort with some of the older service personnel," Rochelle commented as they stepped into the main foyer of the residence, then she waved Sarina to follow her down a hallway. "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."

"What about people like you two?"

Kim smiled. "They feel we have a special 'magic' that makes them leery of locating a human unit that can't accept us both together," 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. "Much that we appreciate it, we wouldn't mind having separate human units seeing to our needs."

Sarina chuckled. "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."

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. "It should be big enough for all of us," Rochelle stated as she sat down beside their guest, then she leaned in.

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. "Ooh...someone's a BIG girl!" she purred on seeing that throbbing shaft of pleasure stick out from under the android's jeans and modified panties. "Look at this, Rochelle. Isn't the Sarina Unit well constructed?" she playfully mewed, which made Sarina laugh to herself. "She will definitely allow us to perform our primary functions."

"Indeed she would," Rochelle stated. "Let me go first."

"Alright."

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. "I hope your semen tastes good, Sarina. It's been over four years since I had sexual intercourse with anything male."

"Four years cold turkey? We gotta change that!" 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. "Oh, you are a pair of such sexy robots...!" she purred as she sensed the first coding elements of her orgasm routine trip over. "Yeah! Give it to me, Rochelle...!"

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. "Oh...my orgasm routines are energizing...I'm gonna cum...make me cum, Sarina..."

"Let me taste you," Sarina whispered.

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. "Ooh...you taste quite good, Kim," 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.

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. "Damn...didn't expect that..."

That made both Kim and Rochelle pause. "You have Isobel and her sisters up there to please you, not to mention Ashley and your siblings," the latter noted. "That doesn't compute."

Sarina smirked. "I programmed myself to make sure that I would react differently to different lovers," she said with a wink. "It makes the sex all the more enjoyable to me."

That made her hosts gape. "Oh, you have GOT to share that program!" Kim exclaimed.

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. "Got a couple of programming cables?" she asked. "It's fun downloading things when you're making love."

"We know that," Rochelle affirmed as the gynoids reached up to their own chests...

'''''To Be Continued...?'''''

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A Stay At Hotel Automata V

2020-07-21T00:40:54Z

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[[A Stay At Hotel Automata IV|Back to Part Four]]

Quick note: The '''Ð/ð''' consonant is pronounced with the voiced dental fricative that appears at the start of the word '''''th'''is''.

'''PART FIVE'''

"Rick?"

"Yeah, Susan?"

"Thank you."

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. "You needed it," he assured her as they stepped inside, both nodding as Tamara gave them a pleasant wave from the front desk. "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."

The brown-haired and bespectacled twenty-something (as she appeared to others) nodded as they made their way to the elevator landings. "Yeah, that's true. It'll take some getting used to," she then admitted as she gave him a warning look. "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."

"Well, one of your primary functions NOW will be to enjoy yourself away from the desk from time to time," the retired customer service representative then scolded as the car arrived, the doors opening for them to step inside.

"Yes, Master," she coyly answered, winking at him.

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.

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...

"Hi! You must be my new owner!"

...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. "You must be Ms. Andrews," 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. "I trust there were no issues getting you out of the shop that Stephanie found you in?"

"Please...Gillian," 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. "Are you always this formal?" she then wondered as she raised the hand he kissed to gaze upon it curiously.

"It's what pretty much landed me this 'job' in the first place," he joked, making Gillian laugh. "Not that the girls here mind, of course."

"Definitely not," Susan added as she offered her hand, which the newcomer took. "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."

"Let me get the lay of the place first before we worry about that," the new technician noted. "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..."

"And you show why we need a beautiful and smart gynoid like yourself on staff," Rick then cut in, making Gillian blush.

"Whoa! Is Master ALWAYS this sweet, Boss?"

Susan chuckled. "It's his most endearing quality!"

"Fifteen years as a customer service rep, taking an average of thirty inbound calls a day dealing with issues, can teach that to anyone," he noted.

Both gynoids gaped at him. "And you didn't go totally insane?" Gillian asked.

"Depends on what one thinks of as 'insanity'."

All three chuckled...

==

Elsewhere...

The entity calling ðerself "George Descharme" 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.

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.

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. "Ha! Oversight?! '''''What''''' oversight?!" ðe demanded aloud as ðe walked into the garage, where a sleek black machine awaited ðer alongside the normal limousine the "acting" president of United Computation Systems, Incorporated used to travel from home to the company's headquarters a couple hours away.

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 "femdroid" in lieu of "android" or "gynoid" — 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.

"''I'm...com-...ing...babe!''" ðe pronounced in robotic lock-step as the motorcycle knifed its way off the property...

==

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.

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 "tuck them into bed".

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; "''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''," 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...

Moving into his bedroom, he then perked on seeing a smiling raven-haired Oriental woman standing by the kitchenette preparing a light snack. "You didn't need to do that, Tara," he gently scolded as he wheeled over.

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. "You need to recharge in your own way, Rick," she noted as she walked over with a plate of cut fruit for him. "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..." — here, she winked seductively as she swung around to show off her barely-covered buttocks — "...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!"

He chuckled before nibbling on the fresh cantaloupe she had cut up for him, his eyes dancing over that well-formed derrière of hers. "Well, I hope you girls won't mind the new uniforms I'm getting Susan to order," he noted.

She smirked. "Not at all. It'll actually be a relief, honestly."

"Let me guess. People pulling all sorts of chikan moves on you girls?"

Tara rolled her eyes. "Yeah! Every time that happened, I've had to drag Angela aside to let my orgasm routines properly trigger just to get relief." She then moved to prepare some cola with ice cubes. "So how many funerals is it left for you?"

"Another three, plus a separate wake; Helena was buried at sea," he admitted. "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."

"Oh?! A possible romance in the future?" she then teased.

A chuckle answered her. "No, not for me! Never found the right girl over the years. 'Sides, I have enough issues trying to take care of myself." Here, he waved to his amputated right leg. "How the devil will I be able to take care of others if I have to worry more about potentially losing my other leg."

"Oh, we can help you there, Master!" 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. "I'm glad that you're such a cuddler."

"Tux or gown?"

That made Tara blink. "Excuse me?"

"When I let you and Angela do a commitment ceremony? Tux or gown?"

She gaped at him, then she beamed. "Oh, Rick! You're such a '''''romantic'''''...!"

She then stopped, her grey eyes flashing red. "''Intruder!''" she hissed with a noticeable ring to her voice, rising automatically as she set aside the plate. "''Someone's coming through the emergency entrance to the basement garage.''"

"One of the guests?" he asked as he set aside his cola.

"''No. That door's normally used by the hotel's human staff.''"

"Which you haven't had since after Daniel was jailed," 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. "Can you tell who it is, Stephanie?"

"''Accessing security files now, Rick''," the "elder" of two gynoid sisters he had gained thanks to one of his late friends announced. "''It's someone who's visited here several times before up to ten months ago...''"

"''It's my husband!''"

Rick looked right to see a wide-eyed Susan now standing by the doorway to her new shared "bedroom"; 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 "all hands on deck" response for any sort of emergency. "George?!" he asked before sighing. "Well, it's about damn time..."

"''He's an android!''"

That was Sandra. As Susan gaped in shock at that — clearly, the manager hadn't known THAT whatsoever — Rick blinked before he sighed. "Okay..."

==

"''Mas-...ter...''"

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. "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!"

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. "I never questioned that whatsoever, Rick," she confessed as Viola reached over to squeeze her shoulder in support. "I mean, the explanation George gave me was that as long as he was my legal owner, it was quite alright. The laws do allow that sort of thing. But..."

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. "Well, George did protest strongly the idea of leaving you in the dark about that, Boss," the technician reported as she gave the other gynoid a very sympathetic look. "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."

"Even if it IS legal," Rick commented. "Who IS ðer master, Gillian?"

As Susan smiled on hearing him use the modified pronouns George had selected to best describe ðerself, Gillian gazed at him. "Ðer template, the ORGANIC George Descharme, Rick." She then gazed sympathetically at the femdroid in their midst. "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."

"So why wouldn't the board allow an acting president to take over?" Sandra wondered as she crossed her arms. "That's not logical at all."

"Unless all the board are AIs themselves."

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. "Ðe doesn't know the truth, but ðe is VERY suspicious about that, Rick."

He took a moment to absorb that, then he breathed out. "Oh, joy..."

==

"Master...?"

Hearing that concerned voice, Rick looked over before he smiled. "Feeling a little better now?" he wondered as he turned his smart chair around to allow him to face the femdroid now sitting up on the bed.

George blinked as ðe gazed around the room before ðe focused on the fifty-something grey-haired man nearby. "Master..." ðe breathed out in relief as ðer cheeks flared slightly. "Sorry about this..."

"Don't apologize," he said as he waved ðer down. "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?"

Ðe considered that for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I think so," 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. "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!"

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. "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."

Silence.

More silence.

Still more silence.

Then...

"Are you '''''serious'''''?!" a wide-eyed George demanded.

"Yes, I am...Georgia," the retired customer service representative affirmed as he gave ðer a knowing look. "And don't call me Sirius, alright?"

The femdroid blinked in confusion before ðer cheeks reddened even more, then a laugh escaped ðer. Seeing that, Rick sat back in his chair. "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," he noted, making ðer blush even more as ðe realized that he had addressed ðer by the feminine version of ðer name. "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..."

A purr escaped the beautiful AI now rising from the bed. "Fortunately, Master, I'm VERY well programmed to help those who might be uncertain with someone like me," 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. "Just leave it all to me, oh wonderful saviour of my beloved..."

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.

"You're beautifully constructed," he admitted as ðe moved to pull ðer arms out of her rider's suit. "Was the other you this beautiful?"

"Oh, yeah, ðe was," ðe admitted as he leaned in to gently kiss the curve of ðer neck at the shoulders. "My first sexual experience was with ðer, in fact."

"Oh? How did ðe enjoy that?"

A giggle responded. "Ðe was a little uncomfortable at first," Georgia admitted. "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!"

Both of them laughed. "I assume surgery to correct this was out of the question," 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.

"Ðer parents considered it at first, but let it go by the wayside eventually," 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. "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."

"Oh? Why?"

"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!" ðe gasped. "Oh, God...! My orgasm routines...they're starting to activate hard...!"

"Lay down on the bed!"

Georgia's eyes went wide as ðe instantly realized what he had in mind. "If you're uncomfortable..."

"Are you a femdroid or not?!" Rick demanded.

Ðe gaped at that before a laugh escaped ðer, then ðe shifted over to lay on ðer back, spreading ðer legs. "H-here, Master...take me, please...all of me is yours now..." ðe began to pant.

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.

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, "''Pro-...ces-...sing. Pro-...ces-...sing...''"

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, her arms and legs assuming more natural positions. "''U-nit...Se-...ven-...One-...One...Geor-...gia...Des-...charme...suc-...cess-...ful-...ly...re-...boot-...ed''," ðe then announced. "''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.''"

Hearing that, Rick smiled as he leaned over to kiss his first femdroid's forehead. "Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first activated, Unit Seven-One-One," he sternly ordered. "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?"

"''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands''," ðe replied before a relieved breath escaped ðer. "Thanks..." ðe called out in a normal voice as ðe reached over to pull him closer to ðer. "I needed that..."

"Now let's see what your friends will do," he noted before his eyes twinkled. "But first..."

"What is it?"

"Let's get washed down, then go to bed."

Ðer eyes sparkled. "Your wish is ALWAYS my command, Master."

They gazed on each other before giggles escaped them both...

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata VI|To Be Continued...]]

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A Stay At Hotel Automata IV

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[[A Stay At Hotel Automata III|Back to Part Three]]

'''PART FOUR'''

A content sigh escaped Rick as his eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning, Master."

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. "Morning, Sandra. Did you sleep well?" he wondered as he kissed her forehead.

"After the loyalty lock I copied from Crystal settled in, then you triggered it?" the brunette gynoid asked as she stared fondly at him while her hand traced down his chest and abdomen towards his groin. "What do you think, Rick?" she then purred before playfully licking the lower part of his right earlobe. "So, want us to take care of this little problem?" she asked as she gently grasped his manhood.

He hummed. "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," he admitted as his eyes rolled up. "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."

"Fifty-five gynoid staff," 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. "Oh, so much hard work..."

"Minx!" he scolded as he gave the brown-haired motherly gynoid an annoyed look. "Still, I need you two to do something while I go explore this place."

Both women tensed. "That is?"

"First, we need a definite technician on staff," 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 "command" now. "To prevent what happened with Alex's fan from happening again, could we get a gynoid technician programmed for detailed repairs?"

"There should be some second-hand units available cheap," the older-looking woman noted. "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."

"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."

"We'll get on it," Sandra vowed...

==

"Good morning, Rick."

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. "Piper, right?" he asked as he turned his smart chair around to head down the hallway. "Chief of security?"

"Yes, sir," she cheerfully stated as her caramel eyes locked on the noticeable bulge in his trousers. "Is that a banana in your pants, sir?" 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. "Do you need it taken care of before Crystal or Lynn make breakfast?"

"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."

She beamed. "Follow me, please."

Both then slowly headed down the hallway. "Thank you for agreeing to become our master, by the way," Piper then added as a relieved look crossed her face. "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..."

"One of the things the sisters are doing is tracing down a tech for you girls," he assured her as he offered his free hand, prompting her to switch sides so she could grasp it. "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."

"Cool!" She then gave him a foxy look. "So, after you make me yours, what next?"

"Since Fate forced this on me, I'd like to look around, know what's here."

That made the security guard smirk. "Follow me, please," she repeated herself.

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. "The administration suite is much more than just offices," she explained. "The owner has a private room — which will be yours, of course — and there's even a small kitchenette with a separate chef."

"That's Melissa, right? Older-looking woman I saw yesterday when Anne brought me up to see the sisters?"

"Same woman. She's just as good as Lynn and Crystal in the kitchen."

"I'll have to try her breakfast then."

Both people chuckled as the car arrived, then Rick guided his smart chair out. "Can you walk at all?" Piper asked. "I mean, you have prosthetic..."

"Right now, the stump's acting up funny," he warned. "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."

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. "Please."

"Nice," 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. "What sort of dreams does she have, I wonder."

"Most likely good memories of when we were all sexbots at our brothels," Piper admitted.

That surprised him. "All of you were intimate companion gynoids?"

"Originally, yes; even Lynn, Noëlle and Crystal were before they got into cosplay work," 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. "It was seen as necessary."

"Explain that," he bade.

"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," she stated as she slipped off her mary janes, then moved to let her pants drop, revealing black thong panties. "Susan's primary order for dealing with getting new staff was to get people with the best capability."

"Yet she didn't splurge for proper uniforms for Angela and the girls," he noted, smiling as she took a suggestive pose, revealing her glistening womanhood straining to get out from under such a flimsy cover.

"Wrong type of expense. Since they were meant as night staff..."

"Ah!" Here, Rick nodded. "Well then..."

He reached over to gently place his hand on Melissa's lower abdomen, causing her dull eyes to suddenly light up. "''Oh...!''" she called out, her voice still in basic diagnostic mode. "''Good...mor-...ning...Rick''," 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.

"Good morning, Melissa. I heard there was a lady in distress here, so I came to help her."

That made her smile noticeably glow. "''Thank...you...Mas-...ter. You...don't...know...how...much...we...ap-...pre-...ci-...ate...this.''"

He nodded before waving to his left, where a certain security guard was now masturbating. "But sadly, we have another lady in distress as well. I hope you wouldn't mind if I aided her as well."

"Oh, yes, Master..." Piper moaned as she cupped one of her breasts, she giving him a wanting look. "Please help me...please make me yours...I'll love you forever..."

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. "Believe me, Master, I'll be more than pleased to help you help my sister become yours as you make me yours..."

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 "mother I'd like to date", created as a polite way of saying MILF — then she walked over to help Piper to her feet. "Come, Piper. We must service our master," she ordered.

"Yes..."

==

"''Oh...Rick...is...here...''"

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...

"''No! I...can-...not...CHEAT...!''"

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. "''George...why...?''" 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. "''Don't...you...see...I...still...love...you...?''"

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.

This was the manager's big problem.

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.

But ever since that trial and the removal of the "janitor" — 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.

"''Did...you...a-...ban-...don...me...?''"

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...

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.

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...

==

Rick took several deep breaths as he felt his two newest "acquisitions" 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.

Hopefully, Stephanie's and Sandra's investigations would prove useful...

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.

"Oh, hell..." he breathed out.

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. "Melissa, please make breakfast for me," he then ordered. "The multi-cheese omelette Lynn made for me yesterday. Mix it with mushrooms."

Melissa gazed on him, then nodded. "Of course, Rick."

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.

"''You...have...been...so...nice...to...ev-...er-...y-...one...''"

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. "Piper, give her...a blowjob..." he then hissed.

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. "''Oh...Pi-...per...!''"

Piper moaned. "Finish the damned blowjob, you malfunctioning idiot!" she barked; some of her past rôles in the brothel had been to pretend to be a hard-nosed military drill instructor. "We need you at a hundred-and-ten percent! Go!"

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...

"'''''OH!'''''"

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.

Blinking, she closed her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. "''U-nit...Se-...ven-...One-...Two...Su-...san...Des-...charme...suc-...cess-...ful-ly...re-...boot-...ed''," she announced in a voice that was full of regret and relief. "''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.''"

Rick took a deep breath. "Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first assigned as this establishment's manager, Unit Seven-One-Two," 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. "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?"

"''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands''," Susan declared.

He then deflated. "C'mere..." Rick then softly cried out.

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...

==

"''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...''"

A second later, a pair of very warm and feminine brown eyes blinked.

"I'm coming, babe...!"

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata V|To Be Continued...]]

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A Stay At Hotel Automata IV

2020-07-16T10:53:35Z

Gorgo 2:

A Stay At Hotel Automata V

2020-07-14T02:58:19Z

Gorgo 2:

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata IV|Back to Part Four]]

Quick note: The '''Ð/ð''' consonant is pronounced with the voiced dental fricative that appears at the start of the word '''''th'''is''.

'''PART FIVE'''

"Rick?"

"Yeah, Susan?"

"Thank you."

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. "You needed it," he assured her as they stepped inside, both nodding as Tamara gave them a pleasant wave from the front desk. "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."

The brown-haired and bespectacled twenty-something (as she appeared to others) nodded as they made their way to the elevator landings. "Yeah, that's true. It'll take some getting used to," she then admitted as she gave him a warning look. "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."

"Well, one of your primary functions NOW will be to enjoy yourself away from the desk from time to time," the retired customer service representative then scolded as the car arrived, the doors opening for them to step inside.

"Yes, Master," she coyly answered, winking at him.

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.

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...

"Hi! You must be my new owner!"

...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. "You must be Ms. Andrews," 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. "I trust there were no issues getting you out of the shop that Stephanie found you in?"

"Please...Gillian," 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. "Are you always this formal?" she then wondered as she raised the hand he kissed to gaze upon it curiously.

"It's what pretty much landed me this 'job' in the first place," he joked, making Gillian laugh. "Not that the girls here mind, of course."

"Definitely not," Susan added as she offered her hand, which the newcomer took. "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."

"Let me get the lay of the place first before we worry about that," the new technician noted. "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..."

"And you show why we need a beautiful and smart gynoid like yourself on staff," Rick then cut in, making Gillian blush.

"Whoa! Is Master ALWAYS this sweet, Boss?"

Susan chuckled. "It's his most endearing quality!"

"Fifteen years as a customer service rep, taking an average of thirty inbound calls a day dealing with issues, can teach that to anyone," he noted.

Both gynoids gaped at him. "And you didn't go totally insane?" Gillian asked.

"Depends on what one thinks of as 'insanity'."

All three chuckled...

==

Elsewhere...

The entity calling ðerself "George Descharme" 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.

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.

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. "Ha! Oversight?! '''''What''''' oversight?!" ðe demanded aloud as ðe walked into the garage, where a sleek black machine awaited ðer alongside the normal limousine the "acting" president of United Computation Systems, Incorporated used to travel from home to the company's headquarters a couple hours away.

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 "femdroid" in lieu of "android" or "gynoid" — 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.

"''I'm...com-...ing...babe!''" ðe pronounced in robotic lock-step as the motorcycle knifed its way off the property...

==

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.

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 "tuck them into bed".

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; "''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''," 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...

Moving into his bedroom, he then perked on seeing a smiling raven-haired Oriental woman standing by the kitchenette preparing a light snack. "You didn't need to do that, Tara," he gently scolded as he wheeled over.

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. "You need to recharge in your own way, Rick," she noted as she walked over with a plate of cut fruit for him. "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..." — here, she winked seductively as she swung around to show off her barely-covered buttocks — "...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!"

He chuckled before nibbling on the fresh cantaloupe she had cut up for him, his eyes dancing over that well-formed derrière of hers. "Well, I hope you girls won't mind the new uniforms I'm getting Susan to order," he noted.

She smirked. "Not at all. It'll actually be a relief, honestly."

"Let me guess. People pulling all sorts of chikan moves on you girls?"

Tara rolled her eyes. "Yeah! Every time that happened, I've had to drag Angela aside to let my orgasm routines properly trigger just to get relief." She then moved to prepare some cola with ice cubes. "So how many funerals is it left for you?"

"Another three, plus a separate wake; Helena was buried at sea," he admitted. "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."

"Oh?! A possible romance in the future?" she then teased.

A chuckle answered her. "No, not for me! Never found the right girl over the years. 'Sides, I have enough issues trying to take care of myself." Here, he waved to his amputated right leg. "How the devil will I be able to take care of others if I have to worry more about potentially losing my other leg."

"Oh, we can help you there, Master!" 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. "I'm glad that you're such a cuddler."

"Tux or gown?"

That made Tara blink. "Excuse me?"

"When I let you and Angela do a commitment ceremony? Tux or gown?"

She gaped at him, then she beamed. "Oh, Rick! You're such a '''''romantic'''''...!"

She then stopped, her grey eyes flashing red. "''Intruder!''" she hissed with a noticeable ring to her voice, rising automatically as she set aside the plate. "''Someone's coming through the emergency entrance to the basement garage.''"

"One of the guests?" he asked as he set aside his cola.

"''No. That door's normally used by the hotel's human staff.''"

"Which you haven't had since after Daniel was jailed," 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. "Can you tell who it is, Stephanie?"

"''Accessing security files now, Rick''," the "elder" of two gynoid sisters he had gained thanks to one of his late friends announced. "''It's someone who's visited here several times before up to ten months ago...''"

"''It's my husband!''"

Rick looked right to see a wide-eyed Susan now standing by the doorway to her new shared "bedroom"; 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 "all hands on deck" response for any sort of emergency. "George?!" he asked before sighing. "Well, it's about damn time..."

"''He's an android!''"

That was Sandra. As Susan gaped in shock at that — clearly, the manager hadn't known THAT whatsoever — Rick blinked before he sighed. "Okay..."

==

"''Mas-...ter...''"

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. "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!"

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. "I never questioned that whatsoever, Rick," she confessed as Viola reached over to squeeze her shoulder in support. "I mean, the explanation George gave me was that as long as he was my legal owner, it was quite alright. The laws do allow that sort of thing. But..."

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. "Well, George did protest strongly the idea of leaving you in the dark about that, Boss," the technician reported as she gave the other gynoid a very sympathetic look. "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."

"Even if it IS legal," Rick commented. "Who IS ðer master, Gillian?"

As Susan smiled on hearing him use the modified pronouns George had selected to best describe ðerself, Gillian gazed at him. "Ðer template, the ORGANIC George Descharme, Rick." She then gazed sympathetically at the femdroid in their midst. "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."

"So why wouldn't the board allow an acting president to take over?" Sandra wondered as she crossed her arms. "That's not logical at all."

"Unless all the board are AIs themselves."

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. "Ðe doesn't know the truth, but ðe is VERY suspicious about that, Rick."

He took a moment to absorb that, then he breathed out. "Oh, joy..."

==

"Master...?"

Hearing that concerned voice, Rick looked over before he smiled. "Feeling a little better now?" he wondered as he turned his smart chair around to allow him to face the femdroid now sitting up on the bed.

George blinked as ðe gazed around the room before ðe focused on the fifty-something grey-haired man nearby. "Master..." ðe breathed out in relief as ðer cheeks flared slightly. "Sorry about this..."

"Don't apologize," he said as he waved ðer down. "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?"

Ðe considered that for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I think so," 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. "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!"

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. "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."

Silence.

More silence.

Still more silence.

Then...

"Are you '''''serious'''''?!" a wide-eyed George demanded.

"Yes, I am...Georgia," the retired customer service representative affirmed as he gave ðer a knowing look. "And don't call me Sirius, alright?"

The femdroid blinked in confusion before ðer cheeks reddened even more, then a laugh escaped ðer. Seeing that, Rick sat back in his chair. "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," he noted, making ðer blush even more as ðe realized that he had addressed ðer by the feminine version of ðer name. "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..."

A purr escaped the beautiful AI now rising from the bed. "Fortunately, Master, I'm VERY well programmed to help those who might be uncertain with someone like me," 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. "Just leave it all to me, oh wonderful saviour of my beloved..."

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.

"You're beautifully constructed," he admitted as ðe moved to pull ðer arms out of her rider's suit. "Was the other you this beautiful?"

"Oh, yeah, ðe was," ðe admitted as he leaned in to gently kiss the curve of ðer neck at the shoulders. "My first sexual experience was with ðer, in fact."

"Oh? How did ðe enjoy that?"

A giggle responded. "Ðe was a little uncomfortable at first," Georgia admitted. "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!"

Both of them laughed. "I assume surgery to correct this was out of the question," 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.

"Ðer parents considered it at first, but let it go by the wayside eventually," 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. "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."

"Oh? Why?"

"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!" ðe gasped. "Oh, God...! My orgasm routines...they're starting to activate hard...!"

"Lay down on the bed!"

Georgia's eyes went wide as ðe instantly realized what he had in mind. "If you're uncomfortable..."

"Are you a femdroid or not?!" Rick demanded.

Ðe gaped at that before a laugh escaped ðer, then ðe shifted over to lay on ðer back, spreading ðer legs. "H-here, Master...take me, please...all of me is yours now..." ðe began to pant.

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.

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, "''Pro-...ces-...sing. Pro-...ces-...sing...''"

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, her arms and legs assuming more natural positions. "''U-nit...Se-...ven-...One-...One...Geor-...gia...Des-...charme...suc-...cess-...ful-...ly...re-...boot-...ed''," ðe then announced. "''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.''"

Hearing that, Rick smiled as he leaned over to kiss his first femdroid's forehead. "Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first activated, Unit Seven-One-One," he sternly ordered. "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?"

"''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands''," ðe replied before a relieved breath escaped ðer. "Thanks..." ðe called out in a normal voice as ðe reached over to pull him closer to ðer. "I needed that..."

"Now let's see what your friends will do," he noted before his eyes twinkled. "But first..."

"What is it?"

"Let's get washed down, then go to bed."

Ðer eyes sparkled. "Your wish is ALWAYS my command, Master."

They gazed on each other before giggles escaped them both...

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata VI|To Be Continued...]]

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A Stay At Hotel Automata

2020-07-13T21:00:17Z

Gorgo 2:

'''''A Stay At Hotel Automata'''''

by Gorgo

Based on characters and situations created by [[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]

==

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.

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.

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.

Such was out of his particular price range, though.

Living on government disability wasn't very lucrative, unfortunately.

At least his friends' relatives pitched in to ensure Rick would have a place to relax away from the oncoming funerals and wakes.

That was something at least...

"Here, sir. Let me help you."

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. "Yes, that was something of a climb up that hill," he commented as she moved to slide in behind his motorized wheelchair, lifting the two travel bags off the cargo handles. "I should have checked ahead if you had this sort of thing, then hired a taxi rather than use public transit to get here."

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.

That had attracted Rick to this location.

Dealing with social distancing in a hotel with organic staff...!

"Well, lesson learned if there's a next time," 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. "I'm just visiting to be with relatives of friends who died in that last big riot on the coast." As her look instantly shifted to sympathy, he shrugged. "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."

She nodded in understanding. "You must be Mr. Thomas then," she affirmed as she opened the doors for him to wheel through. "We've been expecting you, sir. Your room's all ready. Single bed with full accessibility." 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. "You should have no issues."

"And you just demonstrated why I chose this location," he quipped.

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. "Some issues with clothing?" he absently asked.

"The manager prefers to save as much money as possible, so such frivolities simply aren't seen as necessary," Tamara declared as she gazed directly at Anne, both their eyes flashing. "Welcome, Mr. Thomas. We've been expecting you," she announced, now all business. "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."

"Angela!" Anne called out.

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.

"Yes, Anne?" Angela asked.

"This is Mr. Thomas. He'll be staying in Room 49," Tamara announced.

A polite nod twitched the maid's head as the concierge handed over the bags before she turned, offering her hand. "Please feel free to call upon any of us if you need assistance, Mr. Thomas."

"I'll do that, Anne," he vowed as he took her hand, then brought it over to allow him to give her a courtly kiss,

He didn't notice all three gynoids jolting as their eyes went wide on such an odd greeting...

==

"Um...Mr. Thomas?"

"Yes, Angela?"

"What was the meaning of your kissing Anne's hand?"

Rick blinked as he followed Angela down a hallway on the main floor towards the end of one wing of the hotel complex. "Before I answer that, can I ask a question in return?" At the maid's automatic nod, he sighed. "You were an intimate companion gynoid before you came to work here, weren't you?"

A curious look crossed Angela's face as they came to their destination. "I've never heard a sexbot be called that in public before outside a laboratory or a construction facility," 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.

"Well, I'm rather old fashioned and polite that way," he noted as she waved him in. "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."

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. "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," she explained as he moved his chair over so he could scan the menu. "Then again, I was never required to research cultural history. I was a..." Here, she smiled as she gazed on him, her eyes twinkling as she switched to his particular turn of phrase. "An intimate companion android."

"At least you're still active and 'alive' in your own way, as are the others," he noted. "That Oriental girl dressed like you who came down the elevator before we boarded it. Same group?"

"Tara? Yes, she was," she affirmed. "Is there anything you'd want for supper?"

"I'd like the chicken-and-shrimp poutine with the five cheese mixed blend," he declared as he gave her a hopeful look. "Nothing to drink, please. I'm sure your fridge is stocked up..."

A knock echoed from the doorway. "Excuse me," 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. "Good evening, Susan," the maid declared. "I'm just getting Mr. Thomas settled in for the night."

"I can see that, Angela. Please continue," the newcomer noted as she walked over, offering her hand.

Susan was also quick to stiffen as Rick greeted her as he did the concierge earlier. "A delight to meet you," he noted. "It's odd for the hotel manager to come down and look in on a single customer."

Surprise crossed her face as a noticeable blush slowly appeared on her cheeks. "Um...given the expense that went to ensure you enjoyed a comfortable stay with us, Mr. Thomas, it was only being polite," Susan declared as she absently stroked the hand he kissed with her other as she added, "Even if I'm personally linked to the hotel's security networks to ensure all is well."

"Well, it's more than appreciated, Susan," he noted. "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." As her blush deepened at that comment, he then felt a yawn escape him. "Damn! Travel lag..."

"Do you still wish supper, Mr. Thomas?" Angela wondered.

"Please! It might keep me awake while I catch up on messages."

"I'll leave you to your supper then," Susan noted as she turned to leave. "If there are issues, please ask any of us for assistance."

With that, the manager quickly retreated. He hummed as the maid continued to unpack his bags. "Is she alright, Angela?" he then asked. "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."

A reassuring smile answered him. "She performs her functions perfectly as the manager, Mr. Thomas," Angela assured him. "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."

A hum escaped him...

==

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 "chef", 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.

"Is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Thomas?" she then asked.

He gave her a smile. "Just to call me 'Rick' please," he stated. "I hear 'Mr. Thomas' and I'm looking around for a father I never knew." At her curious look, he added, "He divorced my mother when I was a baby. She raised me almost all alone save for the help of her own mother."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Rick," she noted before she turned to walk out, "Well, I have to recharge and prepare for night duties. Please excuse me..."

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. "Very enjoyable," she commented before she bowed politely to him, then she moved to walk out of the room.

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...

==

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.

And then...

Then...

What the...?

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. "Good morning, Rick," she said before leaning in.

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. "Is he ready, Angela?" the blonde sensually asked as he felt his own mind start to haze from the HEAVY input pouring into his mind from his groin.

"Oh, he'll be ready soon, Anne," the brunette maid meowed as she reached up with one hand to gently play with the concierge's own opening, making her gasp. "Good! You're lubricated enough..."

"Um...girls..."

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. "Ooh...such a BIG man...!" the blonde meowed as she shifted slightly before deftly impaling herself right on his joy machine.

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. "Just relax, Rick," she then meowed. "Let Anne and I do everything..."

As her lips once more devoured his, Rick shuddered as he wondered what the heck he did to cause THIS sort of reaction...

==

Morning came...

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 "morning wood".

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...?

"Good morning."

He looked left to see a smiling Anne there gazing at him. "Um...not that I don't mind what you two did..." Here, a wry smile crossed his face even if he gave her an amused look. "Well, no one realistically would ever mind that, I guess...but what on Earth made you two do what you did last night?"

"You activated my intimacy programming with that kiss," she answered in a matter of fact manner.

Grateful that AIs would always react to straight questions of that nature, he then gave her a worried look. "Shouldn't that have been taken out of you when you were recommissioned to work here, Anne?"

"It was reinstalled by our former programming supervisor."

Rick blinked again. "And it wasn't taken out when he was jailed?"

"No, it was not."

"''Good morn-n-n-ing...''"

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. "''Battery status?''" the latter asked.

"''Pri-ma-ry...bat-te-ry...charge...six...per-cent...''" the former declared.

"''Deactivate primary systems.''"

"''Ack-now-ledged.''"

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. "Once you get yourself and Angela dressed, I'll help you get her to wherever she recharges herself, Anne."

Surprise crossed the blonde's face. "That's not necessary, Rick..."

"Well, if a simple '''''courtly kiss''''' could cause a mini-orgy, I feel responsible."

That made Anne instantly blush at his genuine show of concern...

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata II|To Be Continued...]]

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'''PART TWO'''

"Rick! Are you alright?!"

Rick perked on hearing that concerned voice, then looked abashed on seeing who had called out to him. "I'm quite fine, Susan!" 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. "I'm so sorry about what happened..."

Susan's eyes glittered with both relief and understanding as she made a dismissive wave of her hand. "It's not your fault. You didn't know that formally kissing one of the girls like that would activate their intimate systems." She moved to walk alongside them. "You don't need to help carry Angela to be recharged."

"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," 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. "Quite cozy."

Eyes locked on him, then a familiar raven-haired Oriental woman in the same racy maid's clothing that Angela currently wore came over. "Angela! Are you alright?"

"She's shut down at this time, Tara," Anne explained. "Very low charge."

Surprise crossed the face of Angela's sister sexbot-turned-maidbot. "She seemed to be functioning well when I moved to shut down for the evening last night, Anne."

"Something unexpected came up, Tara," Susan assured her.

"Ah, I understand."

"Which cubicle, Anne?" Rick asked.

"Over here," the blonde concierge declared, waving over.

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. "Is Angela okay?" she worriedly asked.

"She's fine, Alex," Anne assured her. "Rick's found her without charge and volunteered to help bring her here."

A relieved smile crossed the other maid's face. "Thank you for doing that, Rick. You really didn't have to."

"Well, a gentleman never allows a lady to remain in distress, Alex," 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. "Now, let's get Angela standing up..."

Anne and Alex pitched in to help the bespectacled maid stand erect in her cubicle. "I assume it's an anal charge port, Susan?"

"Yes, it is," the manager affirmed.

"Hopefully, you girls were maintained well enough to ensure you didn't suffer damage in the brothel when someone took you that way," he muttered as he found the flexible rod with the magnetic tip, then gently slipped it into Angela's rear opening.

"Personally, I had no problems," Alex confessed.

"''Oh!''"

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. "''I'm...in...the...charge...room''," she then noted as she looked around, moving quite robotically, before she glanced down...then her cheeks flushed as red as cherries. "''Rick? Did...you...bring...me...here?''"

"You were in distress, Angela," he noted as he took one hand and patted it in reassurance. "I was happy to help." He then gave her a knowing wink as he wagged a finger at her. "Next time, keep an eye on your primary charge, alright?"

A serene smile answered. "''I...will. I...pro-...mise.''"

The others in the room all smiled...

==

"So there's no programming supervisor or technician assigned here?"

"None," Susan admitted as she rode with Rick — with currently Alex accompanying them — to the first residence floor where he was staying. "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."

"And that trial was nine months ago," he noted as the car arrived, then both gynoids moved to keep the doors open while he guided his smart chair out. "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'." He then reached over to squeeze the manager's hand in reassurance. "Not that I'd accuse you of something like that, of course," he added with a wink.

Susan blushed. "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?"

"I've got a funeral to go to this afternoon, so I'll be out of your people's way by lunch."

Sympathy crossed both women's faces. "I'm sorry for your loss, Rick," Alex noted. "Were you close?"

"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."

The maid considered that, then gazed on the manager. "Susan, do you require all of the day shift on the floors?"

The manager hummed. "No, not at all. What are you proposing?"

"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."

Susan nodded. "Alright. Speak to Noëlle to get proper clothes."

"Naturally!"

Rick gaped in surprise at that sudden offer...

==

"Are you all that desperate to get out of this place?"

Alex chuckled as she moved to gather the bedding and take it outside to have it laundered. "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." Here, she nodded at his right leg, which had been amputated below the knee; he wasn't wearing the prosthetic now.

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. "Well, I do appreciate the companionship. Any person would love the presence of an intelligent companion, especially in a time like this." He smirked as she gasped as her pale cheeks went very red from that compliment before turning back to his laptop.

"You did that on purpose!"

"I confess to nothing, my dear," he then declared in a fair imitation of the late W.C. Fields.

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. "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," he added. "Who was the genius that did that for you girls?"

"Oh, that was Daniel," Alex, still blushing, stated as she moved to fill the tub.

Surprise crossed his face. "Your former programming supervisor? The one who was arrested?"

"Yes," she breathed out sadly. "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."

"Boys with their toys, you mean."

Alex hummed before she nodded. "Yes, you could say that."

"How'd he get caught, then?"

"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'." There was a slight hint of derision in the maid's voice on saying that last word.

"They got the programming out of her, I hope."

"No, they didn't."

Rick stopped, staring at the bathroom. "What?! Someone slips a potential program bomb into Susan and NO ONE moves to remove it after it was discovered?!"

Alex walked out of the bathroom, she giving him a sad look. "Yes. What's worse..."

A wary look crossed his face. "None of you are programmed to do detailed self-diagnostics, right?"

She shook her head. "Oh, that's ''swell''...!"

==

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.

He then surprised her. "You were a former costume play performer, weren't you?"

Lynn gasped as she gazed his way, then she gaped in delight. "Yes! I remember seeing you on that company outing...!"

"You played Harley Quinn from ''Batman''," he said as he offered his hand. "That was a stunning performance."

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. "I remember you being the most polite of the group even back then," she noted as she stepped back. "You were a customer service representative, weren't you?"

"I was. At a site that shifted to sales, which sent the work pressures through the ceiling, which sent me on stress leave," he then breathed out. As both girls gave him sympathetic looks, Rick moved to eat his breakfast. "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."

"Well, maybe we can entice you to stay further!" Lynn noted as she winked at him. "I'll be around until supper tonight, Rick, then Crystal takes over for me."

"I should be back to enjoy something just as beautiful before then," he vowed.

She blew him a kiss before stepping out. "Wow! Small world, huh?" Alex noted.

"That it is," Rick noted. "Let me finish breakfast, then I'll have my bath. How soon will Noëlle be here with your outfit?"

"Two hours," the maid noted.

"More than enough time..."

==

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.

The maid was naturally surprised on seeing Tara standing there. "Hey, Tara," she called out before noting a pensive look on her sister sexbot-turned-maidbot's face. "What is it?"

Tara's eyes glowed. "''Have sex with Rick''," 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.

Surprise crossed Alex's face. "Why?"

"''That programming Daniel placed inside me activated after Rick ejaculated inside me''," Tara/Anne answered. "''It's not a harmful program, but I can't say anything more; only Rick can now order me to say something.''"

Anne's caramel eyes widened as she understood the unspoken confession her co-worker just made. "I don't wish to abuse Rick's trust, Anne. He's a very nice man."

"''He is indeed. I sensed it when Rick recognized Lynn just now. Believe me, Alex, this is the best course for us all.''"

"I will explain it to him should he ask."

"''Understandable.''"

==

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 "morning wood" 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.

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.

Once he turned to face the main room...

"Uh...are you okay, Alex?"

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. "Oh, Rick, please..." she moaned.

''Oh, dear God! What did I do to her?!'' he wondered as she moved on him...

==

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.

Thinking about that, he then gently nudged her. "Alex?"

A moan of orgasmic relief escaped her. "Oh, wow, Anne...you were right...!"

That made Rick perk. "'''''Anne''''' made you do this?!"

"Uh-huh..."

"Why?!"

She absently sighed. "Remember that hidden program that Daniel put into Susan?"

"Yes."

"We all have it."

He jerked. "Oh, dear God! Did I just...?!"

"You did," she meowed.

Noting she wasn't doing anything that might be seen by anyone as potentially harmful, he took a deep breath. "Okay, give me the bad news."

Alex perked, a look of confusion crossing her face. "There's no bad news, Rick."

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. "Sorry about that. What was that program I triggered?"

"A loyalty lock protocol."

Silence.

More silence.

Still more silence.

Then...

"Okay. Never heard of that. What does it do?"

In answer, Alex swept herself up to straddle him, her hand moving to deftly shift his inflating love machine right back into her opening. "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..." She leaned in to kiss his nose. "You."

Rick blinked as he took that in. "Right...!"

He then awked as the beautiful maid moved to devour his lips with her own.

''This is going to be'' '''some''' ''vacation'', he wryly mused as he felt his body respond to his new lover's ministrations...

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata III|To be continued...]]

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2020-07-13T20:59:36Z

Gorgo 2:

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata II|Back to Part Two]]

'''PART THREE'''

"Is your master alright?"

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. "He just came from a funeral," 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. "The wake wasn't the best thing for him."

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. "No excuse for rudeness, but I was expecting a couple of friends at the funeral," he lamented, making the driver smile. "They didn't show up. Even more so, my lost friend's relatives seemed to be happy they weren't there anymore."

"That is strange," Alex observed as the driver moved to make the turn up the steep hill that led to the hotel's main entrance. "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?"

A shrug answered the brown-haired maid. "I can't say and I don't want to say. I'm sure there's some reason for it. But..." 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. "Well, maybe I'll get an explanation in the future."

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. "Hey, Angela!" Rick called out on seeing one of his two first gynoid lovers after coming to the hotel. "Feeling better?"

"Much better, Rick, thank you," 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 "date" 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.

"Good afternoon, Rick!" Tamara called out with a wave of her hand from behind the front desk after the hotel's "special" guest came inside with his current companions. "You just made it back in time," the dusky-skinned maid/assistant concierge added as he wheeled his smart chair over so she didn't have to shout across the lobby. "Lynn's prepared quite the masterpiece for supper this evening and she can't wait for you to try it."

"What is it?" he asked.

"It must be her chicken cordon bleu with creamy cheese mushroom sauce," Angela noted as her eyes twinkled while Alex laughed. As Rick gave her a curious look, the bespectacled woman added, "It's the same five-cheese blend that Crystal put into the poutine last night you asked for when you came in."

"Then I definitely will try it," he announced. "If someone could tell Lynn to make a dish, I'll be happy to praise her even more to the skies."

The three gynoids giggled. "I'll pass it on," Alex vowed. "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."

"Not the bikini top, please," he pleaded.

The pale-skinned woman gave him a saucy look. "Your wish, Master, is '''''always''''' my command," she sensuously declared before heading off.

He considered that for a moment before moaning. "Right..."

"We all want you to be that, Rick."

That was Tamara. "Why?" he asked, looking a little flustered now.

"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?"

He chuckled. "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."

"Then you moving here would be the logical solution," Angela advised.

"Hello, Rick."

All three turned as the night concierge came up. "Evening, Anne," Rick waved at the blonde with the glasses and the racy business suit. "You seem bugged about something. Does Susan know about us now?"

"Actually, I haven't passed it on to either her or Viola — she's our reservation agent — just yet," Anne stated. "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?"

That made him gape. "Stephanie and Sandra came here?!"

"They're in Susan's office right now," 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, "Rick, did you know?"

"Know what?"

"That your friends are gynoids themselves?"

His jaw dropped. "I guess not," Angela observed...

==

"Rick!"

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. "I trust the funeral went well, Rick?" Stephanie wryly asked as she gave him a knowing look.

He shrugged. "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," 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 "talent" 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.

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. "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."

"You told him, Anne?" Stephanie asked.

"I had to," Anne noted.

As he shook his head, everyone else seemed to relax. "We're sorry, Rick, but that part of the conversation never came around over the years," 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. "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."

Both the manager and the reservation agent — Viola had straight silver-blonde hair in a bobcut, caramel eyes and tanned skin — grinned. "It's alright, Sandra. We don't mind meeting up with sisters in a way," the latter said. As Susan nodded in agreement, she then waved them out of the office. "Here, you do what you have to do to make sure you'll be happy with your new owner. We need to work."

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. "'Your new owner'?" Rick wondered as the pale-skinned brunette came up to join them.

"We were given to you in John's will," Stephanie stated before she looked over. "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?"

"And do other things," Sandra — who was still on Rick's lap — playfully added.

"I know just the place," Anne proposed, her eyes twinkling.

Both Angela and Alex grinned in anticipation...

==

"Okay, a Korean-style bath house is NOT what I expected."

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...

"Fortunately, you have five very strong gynoids more than happy to carry you around when needed," 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.

"Now I know how a prince of old must have felt," 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.

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. "Supper should be here in five minutes, Rick," Anne announced. "Would you be willing to make Lynn yours when she comes?"

Hearing that blunt question from the concierge, he sighed. "You girls really do want me to be your master, don't you?"

"Do you blame us?"

"Anne, he doesn't know everything," Alex advised.

"Hey! I don't know everything," Sandra noted as she and Stephanie knelt behind the man to give him a massage. "How is it he became your master, girls? I thought Uncomsys technically owned you all."

"That was thanks to Daniel, our old programming supervisor," Angela explained. "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." As the two writing assistants gaped on hearing that, the sexbot-turned-maidbot added, "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."

"Ditto with myself," 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. "Later this morning, I persuaded Alex to join in since she had volunteered to attend your late owner's funeral with Rick."

"Well thank you for doing that, Alex," Stephanie noted as she flashed the pale-skinned maid a grateful look. "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."

"It was just being logical, Stephanie."

"How?" Sandra asked.

"My leg?"

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 "his girls" 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...

"Ah, I'm having a teen programming moment!" Sandra then whined.

Laughter filled the room before the sound of a door opening and closing echoed in the near distance. "Room service!"

"In here, Lynn!" Anne called out.

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. "Noëlle went to your room to get your medication and insulin, Rick," 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.

"Thank you, Lynn," he declared. "And how did she react when I recognized her as '4ndromed4'? Much less Crystal being recognized as 'Sweetcake'."

Lynn chuckled as she winked at him. "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."

"Is Crystal in the kitchen now?" Anne asked.

"Definitely."

Rick moaned. "Oh, my God..."

"Oh, Master! You're so POPULAR!" Sandra squealed.

Laughter filled the room as his head slumped from that lame joke...

==

"He can be our master, Susan..."

"I don't want to cheat, Viola...!"

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. "And where's George been all this time?" 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.

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.

Susan had a problem, though. When she had been built, she was taken by the president of Uncomsys as his "trophy wife"; 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 "husband" quite dearly...

...even if the last day's events had shown her another alternative.

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 "special" 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 "itch" needed to be scratched was acceptable, having sex with an organic...!

"Look at that," Viola teased.

Susan opened her eyes...

...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.

"I want us to do this together, Susan," Viola purred.

"I..."

"I want Master to live with us here in the hotel. Don't you?"

"I...well...y-yes..."

"We will love him..."

"B-but...oh, yesss..."

"We will care for him..."

"Of c-c-course...oh, myyyyyyy..."

"And we will be safe and no longer alone..."

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.

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. "Imagine Master doing '''''this''''' to you..." she then meowed before leaning in to let her tongue do the talking.

Another squeal of passion escaped the manager as that wet tip touched her sweet spot before her head and neck jerked. "Well, I have a key to it obviously!" she then repeated what she said nearly a year ago when she confronted Daniel after his first "maid orgy" was registered in the security systems before her eyes went wide with confusion. "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...''"

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 "BossBot" afterwards had done her a tonne of good — the issue with the unresolved loyalty lock protocols were a major problem.

"''In-...it-...i-...a-...ting...re-...boot. Please...stand...by...''"

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.

"''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.''"

But these incidents WERE getting very tiresome...

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata IV|To Be Continued...]]

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A Stay At Hotel Automata IV

2020-07-13T20:59:16Z

Gorgo 2:

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata III|Back to Part Three]]

'''PART FOUR'''

A content sigh escaped Rick as his eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning, Master."

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. "Morning, Sandra. Did you sleep well?" he wondered as he kissed her forehead.

"After the loyalty lock I copied from Crystal settled in, then you triggered it?" the brunette gynoid asked as she stared fondly at him while her hand traced down his chest and abdomen towards his groin. "What do you think, Rick?" she then purred before playfully licking the lower part of his right earlobe. "So, want us to take care of this little problem?" she asked as she gently grasped his manhood.

He hummed. "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," he admitted as his eyes rolled up. "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."

"Fifty-five gynoid staff," 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. "Oh, so much hard work..."

"Minx!" he scolded as he gave the brown-haired motherly gynoid an annoyed look. "Still, I need you two to do something while I go explore this place."

Both women tensed. "That is?"

"First, we need a definite technician on staff," 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 "command" now. "To prevent what happened with Alex's fan from happening again, could we get a gynoid technician programmed for detailed repairs?"

"There should be some second-hand units available cheap," the older-looking woman noted. "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."

"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."

"We'll get on it," Sandra vowed...

==

"Good morning, Rick."

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. "Piper, right?" he asked as he turned his smart chair around to head down the hallway. "Chief of security?"

"Yes, sir," she cheerfully stated as her caramel eyes locked on the noticeable bulge in his trousers. "Is that a banana in your pants, sir?" 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. "Do you need it taken care of before Crystal or Lynn make breakfast?"

"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."

She beamed. "Follow me, please."

Both then slowly headed down the hallway. "Thank you for agreeing to become our master, by the way," Piper then added as a relieved look crossed her face. "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..."

"One of the things the sisters are doing is tracing down a tech for you girls," he assured her as he offered his free hand, prompting her to switch sides so she could grasp it. "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."

"Cool!" She then gave him a foxy look. "So, after you make me yours, what next?"

"Since Fate forced this on me, I'd like to look around, know what's here."

That made the security guard smirk. "Follow me, please," she repeated herself.

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. "The administration suite is much more than just offices," she explained. "The owner has a private room — which will be yours, of course — and there's even a small kitchenette with a separate chef."

"That's Melissa, right? Older-looking woman I saw yesterday when Anne brought me up to see the sisters?"

"Same woman. She's just as good as Lynn and Crystal in the kitchen."

"I'll have to try her breakfast then."

Both people chuckled as the car arrived, then Rick guided his smart chair out. "Can you walk at all?" Piper asked. "I mean, you have prosthetic..."

"Right now, the stump's acting up funny," he warned. "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."

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. "Please."

"Nice," 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. "What sort of dreams does she have, I wonder."

"Most likely good memories of when we were all sexbots at our brothels," Piper admitted.

That surprised him. "All of you were intimate companion gynoids?"

"Originally, yes; even Lynn, Noëlle and Crystal were before they got into cosplay work," 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. "It was seen as necessary."

"Explain that," he bade.

"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," she stated as she slipped off her mary janes, then moved to let her pants drop, revealing black thong panties. "Susan's primary order for dealing with getting new staff was to get people with the best capability."

"Yet she didn't splurge for proper uniforms for Angela and the girls," he noted, smiling as she took a suggestive pose, revealing her glistening womanhood straining to get out from under such a flimsy cover.

"Wrong type of expense. Since they were meant as night staff..."

"Ah!" Here, Rick nodded. "Well then..."

He reached over to gently place his hand on Melissa's lower abdomen, causing her dull eyes to suddenly light up. "''Oh...!''" she called out, her voice still in basic diagnostic mode. "''Good...mor-...ning...Rick''," 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.

"Good morning, Melissa. I heard there was a lady in distress here, so I came to help her."

That made her smile noticeably glow. "''Thank...you...Mas-...ter. You...don't...know...how...much...we...ap-...pre-...ci-...ate...this.''"

He nodded before waving to his left, where a certain security guard was now masturbating. "But sadly, we have another lady in distress as well. I hope you wouldn't mind if I aided her as well."

"Oh, yes, Master..." Piper moaned as she cupped one of her breasts, she giving him a wanting look. "Please help me...please make me yours...I'll love you forever..."

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. "Believe me, Master, I'll be more than pleased to help you help my sister become yours as you make me yours..."

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 "mother I'd like to date", created as a polite way of saying MILF — then she walked over to help Piper to her feet. "Come, Piper. We must service our master," she ordered.

"Yes..."

****

"''Oh...Rick...is...here...''"

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...

"''No! I...can-...not...CHEAT...!''"

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. "''George...why...?''" 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. "''Don't...you...see...I...still...love...you...?''"

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.

This was the manager's big problem.

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.

But ever since that trial and the removal of the "janitor" — 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.

"''Did...you...a-...ban-...don...me...?''"

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...

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.

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...

==

Rick took several deep breaths as he felt his two newest "acquisitions" 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.

Hopefully, Stephanie's and Sandra's investigations would prove useful...

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.

"Oh, hell..." he breathed out.

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. "Melissa, please make breakfast for me," he then ordered. "The multi-cheese omelette Lynn made for me yesterday. Mix it with mushrooms."

Melissa gazed on him, then nodded. "Of course, Rick."

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.

"''You...have...been...so...nice...to...ev-...er-...y-...one...''"

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. "Piper, give her...a blowjob..." he then hissed.

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. "''Oh...Pi-...per...!''"

Piper moaned. "Finish the damned blowjob, you malfunctioning idiot!" she barked; some of her past rôles in the brothel had been to pretend to be a hard-nosed military drill instructor. "We need you at a hundred-and-ten percent! Go!"

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...

"'''''OH!'''''"

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.

Blinking, she closed her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. "''U-nit...Se-...ven-...One-...Two...Su-...san...Des-...charme...suc-...cess-...ful-ly...re-...boot-...ed''," she announced in a voice that was full of regret and relief. "''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.''"

Rick took a deep breath. "Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first assigned as this establishment's manager, Unit Seven-One-Two," 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. "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?"

"''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands''," Susan declared.

He then deflated. "C'mere..." Rick then softly cried out.

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...

==

"''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...''"

A second later, a pair of very warm and feminine brown eyes blinked.

"I'm coming, babe...!"

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata V|To Be Continued...]]

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A Stay At Hotel Automata V

2020-07-13T20:58:33Z

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[[A Stay At Hotel Automata IV|Back to Part Four]]

Quick note: The '''Ð/ð''' consonant is pronounced with the voiced dental fricative that appears at the start of the word '''''th'''is''.

'''PART FIVE'''

"Rick?"

"Yeah, Susan?"

"Thank you."

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. "You needed it," he assured her as they stepped inside, both nodding as Tamara gave them a pleasant wave from the front desk. "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."

The brown-haired and bespectacled twenty-something (as she appeared to others) nodded as they made their way to the elevator landings. "Yeah, that's true. It'll take some getting used to," she then admitted as she gave him a warning look. "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."

"Well, one of your primary functions NOW will be to enjoy yourself away from the desk from time to time," the retired customer service representative then scolded as the car arrived, the doors opening for them to step inside.

"Yes, Master," she coyly answered, winking at him.

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.

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...

"Hi! You must be my new owner!"

...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. "You must be Ms. Andrews," 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. "I trust there were no issues getting you out of the shop that Stephanie found you in?"

"Please...Gillian," 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. "Are you always this formal?" she then wondered as she raised the hand he kissed to gaze upon it curiously.

"It's what pretty much landed me this 'job' in the first place," he joked, making Gillian laugh. "Not that the girls here mind, of course."

"Definitely not," Susan added as she offered her hand, which the newcomer took. "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."

"Let me get the lay of the place first before we worry about that," the new technician noted. "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..."

"And you show why we need a beautiful and smart gynoid like yourself on staff," Rick then cut in, making Gillian blush.

"Whoa! Is Master ALWAYS this sweet, Boss?"

Susan chuckled. "It's his most endearing quality!"

"Fifteen years as a customer service rep, taking an average of thirty inbound calls a day dealing with issues, can teach that to anyone," he noted.

Both gynoids gaped at him. "And you didn't go totally insane?" Gillian asked.

"Depends on what one thinks of as 'insanity'."

All three chuckled...

==

Elsewhere...

The entity calling ðerself "George Descharme" 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.

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.

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. "Ha! Oversight?! '''''What''''' oversight?!" ðe demanded aloud as ðe walked into the garage, where a sleek black machine awaited ðer alongside the normal limousine the "acting" president of United Computation Systems, Incorporated used to travel from home to the company's headquarters a couple hours away.

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 "femdroid" in lieu of "android" or "gynoid" — 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.

"''I'm...com-...ing...babe!''" ðe pronounced in robotic lock-step as the motorcycle knifed its way off the property...

==

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.

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 "tuck them into bed".

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; "''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''," 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...

Moving into his bedroom, he then perked on seeing a smiling raven-haired Oriental woman standing by the kitchenette preparing a light snack. "You didn't need to do that, Tara," he gently scolded as he wheeled over.

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. "You need to recharge in your own way, Rick," she noted as she walked over with a plate of cut fruit for him. "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..." — here, she winked seductively as she swung around to show off her barely-covered buttocks — "...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!"

He chuckled before nibbling on the fresh cantaloupe she had cut up for him, his eyes dancing over that well-formed derrière of hers. "Well, I hope you girls won't mind the new uniforms I'm getting Susan to order," he noted.

She smirked. "Not at all. It'll actually be a relief, honestly."

"Let me guess. People pulling all sorts of chikan moves on you girls?"

Tara rolled her eyes. "Yeah! Every time that happened, I've had to drag Angela aside to let my orgasm routines properly trigger just to get relief." She then moved to prepare some cola with ice cubes. "So how many funerals is it left for you?"

"Another three, plus a separate wake; Helena was buried at sea," he admitted. "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."

"Oh?! A possible romance in the future?" she then teased.

A chuckle answered her. "No, not for me! Never found the right girl over the years. 'Sides, I have enough issues trying to take care of myself." Here, he waved to his amputated right leg. "How the devil will I be able to take care of others if I have to worry more about potentially losing my other leg."

"Oh, we can help you there, Master!" 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. "I'm glad that you're such a cuddler."

"Tux or gown?"

That made Tara blink. "Excuse me?"

"When I let you and Angela do a commitment ceremony? Tux or gown?"

She gaped at him, then she beamed. "Oh, Rick! You're such a '''''romantic'''''...!"

She then stopped, her grey eyes flashing red. "''Intruder!''" she hissed with a noticeable ring to her voice, rising automatically as she set aside the plate. "''Someone's coming through the emergency entrance to the basement garage.''"

"One of the guests?" he asked as he set aside his cola.

"''No. That door's normally used by the hotel's human staff.''"

"Which you haven't had since after Daniel was jailed," 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. "Can you tell who it is, Stephanie?"

"''Accessing security files now, Rick''," the "elder" of two gynoid sisters he had gained thanks to one of his late friends announced. "''It's someone who's visited here several times before up to ten months ago...''"

"''It's my husband!''"

Rick looked right to see a wide-eyed Susan now standing by the doorway to her new shared "bedroom"; 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 "all hands on deck" response for any sort of emergency. "George?!" he asked before sighing. "Well, it's about damn time..."

"''He's an android!''"

That was Sandra. As Susan gaped in shock at that — clearly, the manager hadn't known THAT whatsoever — Rick blinked before he sighed. "Okay..."

==

"''Mas-...ter...''"

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. "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!"

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. "I never questioned that whatsoever, Rick," she confessed as Viola reached over to squeeze her shoulder in support. "I mean, the explanation George gave me was that as long as he was my legal owner, it was quite alright. The laws do allow that sort of thing. But..."

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. "Well, George did protest strongly the idea of leaving you in the dark about that, Boss," the technician reported as she gave the other gynoid a very sympathetic look. "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."

"Even if it IS legal," Rick commented. "Who IS ðer master, Gillian?"

As Susan smiled on hearing him use the modified pronouns George had selected to best describe ðerself, Gillian gazed at him. "Ðer template, the ORGANIC George Descharme, Rick." She then gazed sympathetically at the femdroid in their midst. "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."

"So why wouldn't the board allow an acting president to take over?" Sandra wondered as she crossed her arms. "That's not logical at all."

"Unless all the board are AIs themselves."

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. "Ðe doesn't know the truth, but ðe is VERY suspicious about that, Rick."

He took a moment to absorb that, then he breathed out. "Oh, joy..."

==

"Master...?"

Hearing that concerned voice, Rick looked over before he smiled. "Feeling a little better now?" he wondered as he turned his smart chair around to allow him to face the femdroid now sitting up on the bed.

George blinked as ðe gazed around the room before ðe focused on the fifty-something grey-haired man nearby. "Master..." ðe breathed out in relief as ðer cheeks flared slightly. "Sorry about this..."

"Don't apologize," he said as he waved ðer down. "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?"

Ðe considered that for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I think so," 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. "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!"

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. "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."

Silence.

More silence.

Still more silence.

Then...

"Are you '''''serious'''''?!" a wide-eyed George demanded.

"Yes, I am...Georgia," the retired customer service representative affirmed as he gave ðer a knowing look. "And don't call me Sirius, alright?"

The femdroid blinked in confusion before ðer cheeks reddened even more, then a laugh escaped ðer. Seeing that, Rick sat back in his chair. "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," he noted, making ðer blush even more as ðe realized that he had addressed ðer by the feminine version of ðer name. "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..."

A purr escaped the beautiful AI now rising from the bed. "Fortunately, Master, I'm VERY well programmed to help those who might be uncertain with someone like me," 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. "Just leave it all to me, oh wonderful saviour of my beloved..."

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.

"You're beautifully constructed," he admitted as ðe moved to pull ðer arms out of her rider's suit. "Was the other you this beautiful?"

"Oh, yeah, ðe was," ðe admitted as he leaned in to gently kiss the curve of ðer neck at the shoulders. "My first sexual experience was with ðer, in fact."

"Oh? How did ðe enjoy that?"

A giggle responded. "Ðe was a little uncomfortable at first," Georgia admitted. "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!"

Both of them laughed. "I assume surgery to correct this was out of the question," 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.

"Ðer parents considered it at first, but let it go by the wayside eventually," 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. "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."

"Oh? Why?"

"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!" ðe gasped. "Oh, God...! My orgasm routines...they're starting to activate hard...!"

"Lay down on the bed!"

Georgia's eyes went wide as ðe instantly realized what he had in mind. "If you're uncomfortable..."

"Are you a femdroid or not?!" Rick demanded.

Ðe gaped at that before a laugh escaped ðer, then ðe shifted over to lay on ðer back, spreading ðer legs. "H-here, Master...take me, please...all of me is yours now..." ðe began to pant.

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.

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, "''Pro-...ces-...sing. Pro-...ces-...sing...''"

As Rick shifted himself to side 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, her arms and legs assuming more natural positions. "''U-nit...Se-...ven-...One-...One...Geor-...gia...Des-...charme...suc-...cess-...ful-...ly...re-...boot-...ed''," ðe then announced. "''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.''"

Hearing that, Rick smiled as he leaned over to kiss his first femdroid's forehead. "Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first activated, Unit Seven-One-One," he sternly ordered. "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?"

"''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands''," ðe replied before a relieved breath escaped ðer. "Thanks..." ðe called out in a normal voice as ðe reached over to pull him closer to her. "I needed that..."

"Now let's see what your friends will do," he noted before his eyes twinkled. "But first..."

"What is it?"

"Let's get washed down, then go to bed."

Ðer eyes sparkled. "Your wish is ALWAYS my command, Master."

They gazed on each other before giggles escaped them both...

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata VI|To Be Continued...]]

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[[A Stay At Hotel Automata IV|Back to Part Four]]

Quick note: The '''Ð/ð''' consonant is pronounced with the voiced dental fricative that appears at the start of the word '''''th'''is''.

'''PART FIVE'''

"Rick?"

"Yeah, Susan?"

"Thank you."

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. "You needed it," he assured her as they stepped inside, both nodding as Tamara gave them a pleasant wave from the front desk. "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."

The brown-haired and bespectacled twenty-something (as she appeared to others) nodded as they made their way to the elevator landings. "Yeah, that's true. It'll take some getting used to," she then admitted as she gave him a warning look. "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."

"Well, one of your primary functions NOW will be to enjoy yourself away from the desk from time to time," the retired customer service representative then scolded as the car arrived, the doors opening for them to step inside.

"Yes, Master," she coyly answered, winking at him.

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.

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...

"Hi! You must be my new owner!"

...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. "You must be Ms. Andrews," 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. "I trust there were no issues getting you out of the shop that Stephanie found you in?"

"Please...Gillian," 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. "Are you always this formal?" she then wondered as she raised the hand he kissed to gaze upon it curiously.

"It's what pretty much landed me this 'job' in the first place," he joked, making Gillian laugh. "Not that the girls here mind, of course."

"Definitely not," Susan added as she offered her hand, which the newcomer took. "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."

"Let me get the lay of the place first before we worry about that," the new technician noted. "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..."

"And you show why we need a beautiful and smart gynoid like yourself on staff," Rick then cut in, making Gillian blush.

"Whoa! Is Master ALWAYS this sweet, Boss?"

Susan chuckled. "It's his most endearing quality!"

"Fifteen years as a customer service rep, taking an average of thirty inbound calls a day dealing with issues, can teach that to anyone," he noted.

Both gynoids gaped at him. "And you didn't go totally insane?" Gillian asked.

"Depends on what one thinks of as 'insanity'."

All three chuckled...

==

Elsewhere...

The entity calling ðerself "George Descharme" 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.

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.

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. "Ha! Oversight?! '''''What''''' oversight?!" ðe demanded aloud as ðe walked into the garage, where a sleek black machine awaited ðer alongside the normal limousine the "acting" president of United Computation Systems, Incorporated used to travel from home to the company's headquarters a couple hours away.

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 "femdroid" in lieu of "android" or "gynoid" — 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.

"''I'm...com-...ing...babe!''" ðe pronounced in robotic lock-step as the motorcycle knifed its way off the property...

==

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.

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 "tuck them into bed".

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; "''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''," 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...

Moving into his bedroom, he then perked on seeing a smiling raven-haired Oriental woman standing by the kitchenette preparing a light snack. "You didn't need to do that, Tara," he gently scolded as he wheeled over.

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. "You need to recharge in your own way, Rick," she noted as she walked over with a plate of cut fruit for him. "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..." — here, she winked seductively as she swung around to show off her barely-covered buttocks — "...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!"

He chuckled before nibbling on the fresh cantaloupe she had cut up for him, his eyes dancing over that well-formed derrière of hers. "Well, I hope you girls won't mind the new uniforms I'm getting Susan to order," he noted.

She smirked. "Not at all. It'll actually be a relief, honestly."

"Let me guess. People pulling all sorts of chikan moves on you girls?"

Tara rolled her eyes. "Yeah! Every time that happened, I've had to drag Angela aside to let my orgasm routines properly trigger just to get relief." She then moved to prepare some cola with ice cubes. "So how many funerals is it left for you?"

"Another three, plus a separate wake; Helena was buried at sea," he admitted. "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."

"Oh?! A possible romance in the future?" she then teased.

A chuckle answered her. "No, not for me! Never found the right girl over the years. 'Sides, I have enough issues trying to take care of myself." Here, he waved to his amputated right leg. "How the devil will I be able to take care of others if I have to worry more about potentially losing my other leg."

"Oh, we can help you there, Master!" 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. "I'm glad that you're such a cuddler."

"Tux or gown?"

That made Tara blink. "Excuse me?"

"When I let you and Angela do a commitment ceremony? Tux or gown?"

She gaped at him, then she beamed. "Oh, Rick! You're such a '''''romantic'''''...!"

She then stopped, her grey eyes flashing red. "''Intruder!''" she hissed with a noticeable ring to her voice, rising automatically as she set aside the plate. "''Someone's coming through the emergency entrance to the basement garage.''"

"One of the guests?" he asked as he set aside his cola.

"''No. That door's normally used by the hotel's human staff.''"

"Which you haven't had since after Daniel was jailed," 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. "Can you tell who it is, Stephanie?"

"''Accessing security files now, Rick''," the "elder" of two gynoid sisters he had gained thanks to one of his late friends announced. "''It's someone who's visited here several times before up to ten months ago...''"

"''It's my husband!''"

Rick looked right to see a wide-eyed Susan now standing by the doorway to her new shared "bedroom"; 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 "all hands on deck" response for any sort of emergency. "George?!" he asked before sighing. "Well, it's about damn time..."

"''He's an android!''"

That was Sandra. As Susan gaped in shock at that — clearly, the manager hadn't known THAT whatsoever — Rick blinked before he sighed. "Okay..."

==

"''Mas-...ter...''"

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. "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!"

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. "I never questioned that whatsoever, Rick," she confessed as Viola reached over to squeeze her shoulder in support. "I mean, the explanation George gave me was that as long as he was my legal owner, it was quite alright. The laws do allow that sort of thing. But..."

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. "Well, George did protest strongly the idea of leaving you in the dark about that, Boss," the technician reported as she gave the other gynoid a very sympathetic look. "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."

"Even if it IS legal," Rick commented. "Who IS ðer master, Gillian?"

As Susan smiled on hearing him use the modified pronouns George had selected to best describe ðerself, Gillian gazed at him. "Ðer template, the ORGANIC George Descharme, Rick." She then gazed sympathetically at the femdroid in their midst. "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."

"So why wouldn't the board allow an acting president to take over?" Sandra wondered as she crossed her arms. "That's not logical at all."

"Unless all the board are AIs themselves."

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. "Ðe doesn't know the truth, but ðe is VERY suspicious about that, Rick."

He took a moment to absorb that, then he breathed out. "Oh, joy..."

==

"Master...?"

Hearing that concerned voice, Rick looked over before he smiled. "Feeling a little better now?" he wondered as he turned his smart chair around to allow him to face the femdroid now sitting up on the bed.

George blinked as ðe gazed around the room before ðe focused on the fifty-something grey-haired man nearby. "Master..." ðe breathed out in relief as ðer cheeks flared slightly. "Sorry about this..."

"Don't apologize," he said as he waved ðer down. "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?"

Ðe considered that for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I think so," 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. "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!"

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. "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."

Silence.

More silence.

Still more silence.

Then...

"Are you '''''serious'''''?!" a wide-eyed George demanded.

"Yes, I am...Georgia," the retired customer service representative affirmed as he gave ðer a knowing look. "And don't call me Sirius, alright?"

The femdroid blinked in confusion before ðer cheeks reddened even more, then a laugh escaped ðer. Seeing that, Rick sat back in his chair. "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," he noted, making ðer blush even more as ðe realized that he had addressed ðer by the feminine version of ðer name. "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..."

A purr escaped the beautiful AI now rising from the bed. "Fortunately, Master, I'm VERY well programmed to help those who might be uncertain with someone like me," 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. "Just leave it all to me, oh wonderful saviour of my beloved..."

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.

"You're beautifully constructed," he admitted as ðe moved to pull ðer arms out of her rider's suit. "Was the other you this beautiful?"

"Oh, yeah, ðe was," ðe admitted as he leaned in to gently kiss the curve of ðer neck at the shoulders. "My first sexual experience was with ðer, in fact."

"Oh? How did ðe enjoy that?"

A giggle responded. "Ðe was a little uncomfortable at first," Georgia admitted. "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!"

Both of them laughed. "I assume surgery to correct this was out of the question," 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.

"Ðer parents considered it at first, but let it go by the wayside eventually," 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. "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."

"Oh? Why?"

"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!" ðe gasped. "Oh, God...! My orgasm routines...they're starting to activate hard...!"

"Lay down on the bed!"

Georgia's eyes went wide as ðe instantly realized what he had in mind. "If you're uncomfortable..."

"Are you a femdroid or not?!" Rick demanded.

Ðe gaped at that before a laugh escaped ðer, then ðe shifted over to lay on ðer back, spreading ðer legs. "H-here, Master...take me, please...all of me is yours now..." ðe began to pant.

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.

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, "''Pro-...ces-...sing. Pro-...ces-...sing...''"

As Rick shifted himself to side 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, her arms and legs assuming more natural positions. "''U-nit...Se-...ven-...One-...One...Geor-...gia...Des-...charme...suc-...cess-...ful-...ly...re-...boot-...ed''," ðe then announced. "''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.''"

Hearing that, Rick smiled as he leaned over to kiss his first femdroid's forehead. "Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first activated, Unit Seven-One-One," he sternly ordered. "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?"

"''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands''," ðe replied before a relieved breath escaped ðer. "Thanks..." ðe called out in a normal voice as ðe reached over to pull him closer to her. "I needed that..."

"Now let's see what your friends will do," he noted before his eyes twinkled. "But first..."

"What is it?"

"Let's get washed down, then go to bed."

Ðer eyes sparkled. "Your wish is ALWAYS my command, Master."

They gazed on each other before giggles escaped them both...

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'''PART FOUR'''

A content sigh escaped Rick as his eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning, Master."

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. "Morning, Sandra. Did you sleep well?" he wondered as he kissed her forehead.

"After the loyalty lock I copied from Crystal settled in, then you triggered it?" the brunette gynoid asked as she stared fondly at him while her hand traced down his chest and abdomen towards his groin. "What do you think, Rick?" she then purred before playfully licking the lower part of his right earlobe. "So, want us to take care of this little problem?" she asked as she gently grasped his manhood.

He hummed. "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," he admitted as his eyes rolled up. "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."

"Fifty-five gynoid staff," 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. "Oh, so much hard work..."

"Minx!" he scolded as he gave the brown-haired motherly gynoid an annoyed look. "Still, I need you two to do something while I go explore this place."

Both women tensed. "That is?"

"First, we need a definite technician on staff," 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 "command" now. "To prevent what happened with Alex's fan from happening again, could we get a gynoid technician programmed for detailed repairs?"

"There should be some second-hand units available cheap," the older-looking woman noted. "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."

"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."

"We'll get on it," Sandra vowed...

==

"Good morning, Rick."

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. "Piper, right?" he asked as he turned his smart chair around to head down the hallway. "Chief of security?"

"Yes, sir," she cheerfully stated as her caramel eyes locked on the noticeable bulge in his trousers. "Is that a banana in your pants, sir?" 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. "Do you need it taken care of before Crystal or Lynn make breakfast?"

"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."

She beamed. "Follow me, please."

Both then slowly headed down the hallway. "Thank you for agreeing to become our master, by the way," Piper then added as a relieved look crossed her face. "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..."

"One of the things the sisters are doing is tracing down a tech for you girls," he assured her as he offered his free hand, prompting her to switch sides so she could grasp it. "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."

"Cool!" She then gave him a foxy look. "So, after you make me yours, what next?"

"Since Fate forced this on me, I'd like to look around, know what's here."

That made the security guard smirk. "Follow me, please," she repeated herself.

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. "The administration suite is much more than just offices," she explained. "The owner has a private room — which will be yours, of course — and there's even a small kitchenette with a separate chef."

"That's Melissa, right? Older-looking woman I saw yesterday when Anne brought me up to see the sisters?"

"Same woman. She's just as good as Lynn and Crystal in the kitchen."

"I'll have to try her breakfast then."

Both people chuckled as the car arrived, then Rick guided his smart chair out. "Can you walk at all?" Piper asked. "I mean, you have prosthetic..."

"Right now, the stump's acting up funny," he warned. "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."

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. "Please."

"Nice," 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. "What sort of dreams does she have, I wonder."

"Most likely good memories of when we were all sexbots at our brothels," Piper admitted.

That surprised him. "All of you were intimate companion gynoids?"

"Originally, yes; even Lynn, Noëlle and Crystal were before they got into cosplay work," 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. "It was seen as necessary."

"Explain that," he bade.

"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," she stated as she slipped off her mary janes, then moved to let her pants drop, revealing black thong panties. "Susan's primary order for dealing with getting new staff was to get people with the best capability."

"Yet she didn't splurge for proper uniforms for Angela and the girls," he noted, smiling as she took a suggestive pose, revealing her glistening womanhood straining to get out from under such a flimsy cover.

"Wrong type of expense. Since they were meant as night staff..."

"Ah!" Here, Rick nodded. "Well then..."

He reached over to gently place his hand on Melissa's lower abdomen, causing her dull eyes to suddenly light up. "''Oh...!''" she called out, her voice still in basic diagnostic mode. "''Good...mor-...ning...Rick''," 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.

"Good morning, Melissa. I heard there was a lady in distress here, so I came to help her."

That made her smile noticeably glow. "''Thank...you...Mas-...ter. You...don't...know...how...much...we...ap-...pre-...ci-...ate...this.''"

He nodded before waving to his left, where a certain security guard was now masturbating. "But sadly, we have another lady in distress as well. I hope you wouldn't mind if I aided her as well."

"Oh, yes, Master..." Piper moaned as she cupped one of her breasts, she giving him a wanting look. "Please help me...please make me yours...I'll love you forever..."

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. "Believe me, Master, I'll be more than pleased to help you help my sister become yours as you make me yours..."

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 "mother I'd like to date", created as a polite way of saying MILF — then she walked over to help Piper to her feet. "Come, Piper. We must service our master," she ordered.

"Yes..."

****

"''Oh...Rick...is...here...''"

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...

"''No! I...can-...not...CHEAT...!''"

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. "''George...why...?''" 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. "''Don't...you...see...I...still...love...you...?''"

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.

This was the manager's big problem.

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.

But ever since that trial and the removal of the "janitor" — 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.

"''Did...you...a-...ban-...don...me...?''"

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...

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.

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...

==

Rick took several deep breaths as he felt his two newest "acquisitions" 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.

Hopefully, Stephanie's and Sandra's investigations would prove useful...

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.

"Oh, hell..." he breathed out.

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. "Melissa, please make breakfast for me," he then ordered. "The multi-cheese omelette Lynn made for me yesterday. Mix it with mushrooms."

Melissa gazed on him, then nodded. "Of course, Rick."

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.

"''You...have...been...so...nice...to...ev-...er-...y-...one...''"

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. "Piper, give her...a blowjob..." he then hissed.

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. "''Oh...Pi-...per...!''"

Piper moaned. "Finish the damned blowjob, you malfunctioning idiot!" she barked; some of her past rôles in the brothel had been to pretend to be a hard-nosed military drill instructor. "We need you at a hundred-and-ten percent! Go!"

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...

"'''''OH!'''''"

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.

Blinking, she closed her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. "''U-nit...Se-...ven-...One-...Two...Su-...san...Des-...charme...suc-...cess-...ful-ly...re-...boot-...ed''," she announced in a voice that was full of regret and relief. "''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.''"

Rick took a deep breath. "Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first assigned as this establishment's manager, Unit Seven-One-Two," 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. "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?"

"''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands''," Susan declared.

He then deflated. "C'mere..." Rick then softly cried out.

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...

==

"''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...''"

A second later, a pair of very warm and feminine brown eyes blinked.

"I'm coming, babe...!"

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata V|To Be Continued...]]

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A Stay At Hotel Automata IV

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[[A Stay At Hotel Automata III|Back to Part Four]]

'''PART FOUR'''

A content sigh escaped Rick as his eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning, Master."

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. "Morning, Sandra. Did you sleep well?" he wondered as he kissed her forehead.

"After the loyalty lock I copied from Crystal settled in, then you triggered it?" the brunette gynoid asked as she stared fondly at him while her hand traced down his chest and abdomen towards his groin. "What do you think, Rick?" she then purred before playfully licking the lower part of his right earlobe. "So, want us to take care of this little problem?" she asked as she gently grasped his manhood.

He hummed. "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," he admitted as his eyes rolled up. "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."

"Fifty-five gynoid staff," 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. "Oh, so much hard work..."

"Minx!" he scolded as he gave the brown-haired motherly gynoid an annoyed look. "Still, I need you two to do something while I go explore this place."

Both women tensed. "That is?"

"First, we need a definite technician on staff," 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 "command" now. "To prevent what happened with Alex's fan from happening again, could we get a gynoid technician programmed for detailed repairs?"

"There should be some second-hand units available cheap," the older-looking woman noted. "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."

"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."

"We'll get on it," Sandra vowed...

==

"Good morning, Rick."

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. "Piper, right?" he asked as he turned his smart chair around to head down the hallway. "Chief of security?"

"Yes, sir," she cheerfully stated as her caramel eyes locked on the noticeable bulge in his trousers. "Is that a banana in your pants, sir?" 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. "Do you need it taken care of before Crystal or Lynn make breakfast?"

"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."

She beamed. "Follow me, please."

Both then slowly headed down the hallway. "Thank you for agreeing to become our master, by the way," Piper then added as a relieved look crossed her face. "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..."

"One of the things the sisters are doing is tracing down a tech for you girls," he assured her as he offered his free hand, prompting her to switch sides so she could grasp it. "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."

"Cool!" She then gave him a foxy look. "So, after you make me yours, what next?"

"Since Fate forced this on me, I'd like to look around, know what's here."

That made the security guard smirk. "Follow me, please," she repeated herself.

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. "The administration suite is much more than just offices," she explained. "The owner has a private room — which will be yours, of course — and there's even a small kitchenette with a separate chef."

"That's Melissa, right? Older-looking woman I saw yesterday when Anne brought me up to see the sisters?"

"Same woman. She's just as good as Lynn and Crystal in the kitchen."

"I'll have to try her breakfast then."

Both people chuckled as the car arrived, then Rick guided his smart chair out. "Can you walk at all?" Piper asked. "I mean, you have prosthetic..."

"Right now, the stump's acting up funny," he warned. "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."

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. "Please."

"Nice," 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. "What sort of dreams does she have, I wonder."

"Most likely good memories of when we were all sexbots at our brothels," Piper admitted.

That surprised him. "All of you were intimate companion gynoids?"

"Originally, yes; even Lynn, Noëlle and Crystal were before they got into cosplay work," 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. "It was seen as necessary."

"Explain that," he bade.

"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," she stated as she slipped off her mary janes, then moved to let her pants drop, revealing black thong panties. "Susan's primary order for dealing with getting new staff was to get people with the best capability."

"Yet she didn't splurge for proper uniforms for Angela and the girls," he noted, smiling as she took a suggestive pose, revealing her glistening womanhood straining to get out from under such a flimsy cover.

"Wrong type of expense. Since they were meant as night staff..."

"Ah!" Here, Rick nodded. "Well then..."

He reached over to gently place his hand on Melissa's lower abdomen, causing her dull eyes to suddenly light up. "''Oh...!''" she called out, her voice still in basic diagnostic mode. "''Good...mor-...ning...Rick''," 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.

"Good morning, Melissa. I heard there was a lady in distress here, so I came to help her."

That made her smile noticeably glow. "''Thank...you...Mas-...ter. You...don't...know...how...much...we...ap-...pre-...ci-...ate...this.''"

He nodded before waving to his left, where a certain security guard was now masturbating. "But sadly, we have another lady in distress as well. I hope you wouldn't mind if I aided her as well."

"Oh, yes, Master..." Piper moaned as she cupped one of her breasts, she giving him a wanting look. "Please help me...please make me yours...I'll love you forever..."

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. "Believe me, Master, I'll be more than pleased to help you help my sister become yours as you make me yours..."

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 "mother I'd like to date", created as a polite way of saying MILF — then she walked over to help Piper to her feet. "Come, Piper. We must service our master," she ordered.

"Yes..."

****

"''Oh...Rick...is...here...''"

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...

"''No! I...can-...not...CHEAT...!''"

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. "''George...why...?''" 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. "''Don't...you...see...I...still...love...you...?''"

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.

This was the manager's big problem.

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.

But ever since that trial and the removal of the "janitor" — 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.

"''Did...you...a-...ban-...don...me...?''"

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...

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.

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...

==

Rick took several deep breaths as he felt his two newest "acquisitions" 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.

Hopefully, Stephanie's and Sandra's investigations would prove useful...

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.

"Oh, hell..." he breathed out.

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. "Melissa, please make breakfast for me," he then ordered. "The multi-cheese omelette Lynn made for me yesterday. Mix it with mushrooms."

Melissa gazed on him, then nodded. "Of course, Rick."

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.

"''You...have...been...so...nice...to...ev-...er-...y-...one...''"

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. "Piper, give her...a blowjob..." he then hissed.

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. "''Oh...Pi-...per...!''"

Piper moaned. "Finish the damned blowjob, you malfunctioning idiot!" she barked; some of her past rôles in the brothel had been to pretend to be a hard-nosed military drill instructor. "We need you at a hundred-and-ten percent! Go!"

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...

"'''''OH!'''''"

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.

Blinking, she closed her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. "''U-nit...Se-...ven-...One-...Two...Su-...san...Des-...charme...suc-...cess-...ful-ly...re-...boot-...ed''," she announced in a voice that was full of regret and relief. "''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.''"

Rick took a deep breath. "Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first assigned as this establishment's manager, Unit Seven-One-Two," 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. "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?"

"''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands''," Susan declared.

He then deflated. "C'mere..." Rick then softly cried out.

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...

==

"''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...''"

A second later, a pair of very warm and feminine brown eyes blinked.

"I'm coming, babe...!"

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata V|To Be Continued...]]

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Gorgo 2: Created page with "Back to Part Four '''PART FOUR''' A content sigh escaped Rick as his eyes fluttered open. "Good morning, Master." Hearing the playfully yo..."

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata III|Back to Part Four]]

'''PART FOUR'''

A content sigh escaped Rick as his eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning, Master."

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. "Morning, Sandra. Did you sleep well?" he wondered as he kissed her forehead.

"After the loyalty lock I copied from Crystal settled in, then you triggered it?" the brunette gynoid asked as she stared fondly at him while her hand traced down his chest and abdomen towards his groin. "What do you think, Rick?" she then purred before playfully licking the lower part of his right earlobe. "So, want us to take care of this little problem?" she asked as she gently grasped his manhood.

He hummed. "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," he admitted as his eyes rolled up. "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."

"Fifty-five gynoid staff," 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. "Oh, so much hard work..."

"Minx!" he scolded as he gave the brown-haired motherly gynoid an annoyed look. "Still, I need you two to do something while I go explore this place."

Both women tensed. "That is?"

"First, we need a definite technician on staff," 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 "command" now. "To prevent what happened with Alex's fan from happening again, could we get a gynoid technician programmed for detailed repairs?"

"There should be some second-hand units available cheap," the older-looking woman noted. "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."

"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."

"We'll get on it," Sandra vowed...

==

"Good morning, Rick."

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. "Piper, right?" he asked as he turned his smart chair around to head down the hallway. "Chief of security?"

"Yes, sir," she cheerfully stated as her caramel eyes locked on the noticeable bulge in his trousers. "Is that a banana in your pants, sir?" 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. "Do you need it taken care of before Crystal or Lynn make breakfast?"

"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."

She beamed. "Follow me, please."

Both then slowly headed down the hallway. "Thank you for agreeing to become our master, by the way," Piper then added as a relieved look crossed her face. "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..."

"One of the things the sisters are doing is tracing down a tech for you girls," he assured her as he offered his free hand, prompting her to switch sides so she could grasp it. "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."

"Cool!" She then gave him a foxy look. "So, after you make me yours, what next?"

"Since Fate forced this on me, I'd like to look around, know what's here."

That made the security guard smirk. "Follow me, please," she repeated herself.

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. "The administration suite is much more than just offices," she explained. "The owner has a private room — which will be yours, of course — and there's even a small kitchenette with a separate chef."

"That's Melissa, right? Older-looking woman I saw yesterday when Anne brought me up to see the sisters?"

"Same woman. She's just as good as Lynn and Crystal in the kitchen."

"I'll have to try her breakfast then."

Both people chuckled as the car arrived, then Rick guided his smart chair out. "Can you walk at all?" Piper asked. "I mean, you have prosthetic..."

"Right now, the stump's acting up funny," he warned. "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."

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. "Please."

"Nice," 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. "What sort of dreams does she have, I wonder."

"Most likely good memories of when we were all sexbots at our brothels," Piper admitted.

That surprised him. "All of you were intimate companion gynoids?"

"Originally, yes; even Lynn, Noëlle and Crystal were before they got into cosplay work," 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. "It was seen as necessary."

"Explain that," he bade.

"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," she stated as she slipped off her mary janes, then moved to let her pants drop, revealing black thong panties. "Susan's primary order for dealing with getting new staff was to get people with the best capability."

"Yet she didn't splurge for proper uniforms for Angela and the girls," he noted, smiling as she took a suggestive pose, revealing her glistening womanhood straining to get out from under such a flimsy cover.

"Wrong type of expense. Since they were meant as night staff..."

"Ah!" Here, Rick nodded. "Well then..."

He reached over to gently place his hand on Melissa's lower abdomen, causing her dull eyes to suddenly light up. "''Oh...!''" she called out, her voice still in basic diagnostic mode. "''Good...mor-...ning...Rick''," 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.

"Good morning, Melissa. I heard there was a lady in distress here, so I came to help her."

That made her smile noticeably glow. "''Thank...you...Mas-...ter. You...don't...know...how...much...we...ap-...pre-...ci-...ate...this.''"

He nodded before waving to his left, where a certain security guard was now masturbating. "But sadly, we have another lady in distress as well. I hope you wouldn't mind if I aided her as well."

"Oh, yes, Master..." Piper moaned as she cupped one of her breasts, she giving him a wanting look. "Please help me...please make me yours...I'll love you forever..."

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. "Believe me, Master, I'll be more than pleased to help you help my sister become yours as you make me yours..."

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 "mother I'd like to date", created as a polite way of saying MILF — then she walked over to help Piper to her feet. "Come, Piper. We must service our master," she ordered.

"Yes..."

****

"''Oh...Rick...is...here...''"

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...

"''No! I...can-...not...CHEAT...!''"

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. "''George...why...?''" 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. "''Don't...you...see...I...still...love...you...?''"

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.

This was the manager's big problem.

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.

But ever since that trial and the removal of the "janitor" — 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.

"''Did...you...a-...ban-...don...me...?''"

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...

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.

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...

==

Rick took several deep breaths as he felt his two newest "acquisitions" 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.

Hopefully, Stephanie's and Sandra's investigations would prove useful...

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.

"Oh, hell..." he breathed out.

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. "Melissa, please make breakfast for me," he then ordered. "The multi-cheese omelette Lynn made for me yesterday. Mix it with mushrooms."

Melissa gazed on him, then nodded. "Of course, Rick."

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.

"''You...have...been...so...nice...to...ev-...er-...y-...one...''"

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. "Piper, give her...a blowjob..." he then hissed.

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. "''Oh...Pi-...per...!''"

Piper moaned. "Finish the damned blowjob, you malfunctioning idiot!" she barked; some of her past rôles in the brothel had been to pretend to be a hard-nosed military drill instructor. "We need you at a hundred-and-ten percent! Go!"

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...

"'''''OH!'''''"

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.

Blinking, she closed her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. "''U-nit...Se-...ven-...One-...Two...Su-...san...Des-...charme...suc-...cess-...ful-ly...re-...boot-...ed''," she announced in a voice that was full of regret and relief. "''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.''"

Rick took a deep breath. "Maintain all operational functions as programmed when first assigned as this establishment's manager, Unit Seven-One-Two," 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. "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?"

"''This...u-...nit...un-...der-...stands''," Susan declared.

He then deflated. "C'mere..." Rick then softly cried out.

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...

==

"''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...''"

A second later, a pair of very warm and feminine brown eyes blinked.

"I'm coming, babe...!"

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata V|To Be Continued...]]

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2020-07-02T08:34:57Z

Gorgo 2: Created page with "Back to Part Two '''PART THREE''' "Is your master alright?" Alex perked as the taxi made its way through the streets back towards the hotel,..."

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata II|Back to Part Two]]

'''PART THREE'''

"Is your master alright?"

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. "He just came from a funeral," 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. "The wake wasn't the best thing for him."

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. "No excuse for rudeness, but I was expecting a couple of friends at the funeral," he lamented, making the driver smile. "They didn't show up. Even more so, my lost friend's relatives seemed to be happy they weren't there anymore."

"That is strange," Alex observed as the driver moved to make the turn up the steep hill that led to the hotel's main entrance. "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?"

A shrug answered the brown-haired maid. "I can't say and I don't want to say. I'm sure there's some reason for it. But..." 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. "Well, maybe I'll get an explanation in the future."

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. "Hey, Angela!" Rick called out on seeing one of his two first gynoid lovers after coming to the hotel. "Feeling better?"

"Much better, Rick, thank you," 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 "date" 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.

"Good afternoon, Rick!" Tamara called out with a wave of her hand from behind the front desk after the hotel's "special" guest came inside with his current companions. "You just made it back in time," the dusky-skinned maid/assistant concierge added as he wheeled his smart chair over so she didn't have to shout across the lobby. "Lynn's prepared quite the masterpiece for supper this evening and she can't wait for you to try it."

"What is it?" he asked.

"It must be her chicken cordon bleu with creamy cheese mushroom sauce," Angela noted as her eyes twinkled while Alex laughed. As Rick gave her a curious look, the bespectacled woman added, "It's the same five-cheese blend that Crystal put into the poutine last night you asked for when you came in."

"Then I definitely will try it," he announced. "If someone could tell Lynn to make a dish, I'll be happy to praise her even more to the skies."

The three gynoids giggled. "I'll pass it on," Alex vowed. "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."

"Not the bikini top, please," he pleaded.

The pale-skinned woman gave him a saucy look. "Your wish, Master, is '''''always''''' my command," she sensuously declared before heading off.

He considered that for a moment before moaning. "Right..."

"We all want you to be that, Rick."

That was Tamara. "Why?" he asked, looking a little flustered now.

"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?"

He chuckled. "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."

"Then you moving here would be the logical solution," Angela advised.

"Hello, Rick."

All three turned as the night concierge came up. "Evening, Anne," Rick waved at the blonde with the glasses and the racy business suit. "You seem bugged about something. Does Susan know about us now?"

"Actually, I haven't passed it on to either her or Viola — she's our reservation agent — just yet," Anne stated. "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?"

That made him gape. "Stephanie and Sandra came here?!"

"They're in Susan's office right now," 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, "Rick, did you know?"

"Know what?"

"That your friends are gynoids themselves?"

His jaw dropped. "I guess not," Angela observed...

==

"Rick!"

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. "I trust the funeral went well, Rick?" Stephanie wryly asked as she gave him a knowing look.

He shrugged. "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," 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 "talent" 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.

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. "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."

"You told him, Anne?" Stephanie asked.

"I had to," Anne noted.

As he shook his head, everyone else seemed to relax. "We're sorry, Rick, but that part of the conversation never came around over the years," 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. "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."

Both the manager and the reservation agent — Viola had straight silver-blonde hair in a bobcut, caramel eyes and tanned skin — grinned. "It's alright, Sandra. We don't mind meeting up with sisters in a way," the latter said. As Susan nodded in agreement, she then waved them out of the office. "Here, you do what you have to do to make sure you'll be happy with your new owner. We need to work."

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. "'Your new owner'?" Rick wondered as the pale-skinned brunette came up to join them.

"We were given to you in John's will," Stephanie stated before she looked over. "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?"

"And do other things," Sandra — who was still on Rick's lap — playfully added.

"I know just the place," Anne proposed, her eyes twinkling.

Both Angela and Alex grinned in anticipation...

==

"Okay, a Korean-style bath house is NOT what I expected."

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...

"Fortunately, you have five very strong gynoids more than happy to carry you around when needed," 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.

"Now I know how a prince of old must have felt," 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.

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. "Supper should be here in five minutes, Rick," Anne announced. "Would you be willing to make Lynn yours when she comes?"

Hearing that blunt question from the concierge, he sighed. "You girls really do want me to be your master, don't you?"

"Do you blame us?"

"Anne, he doesn't know everything," Alex advised.

"Hey! I don't know everything," Sandra noted as she and Stephanie knelt behind the man to give him a massage. "How is it he became your master, girls? I thought Uncomsys technically owned you all."

"That was thanks to Daniel, our old programming supervisor," Angela explained. "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." As the two writing assistants gaped on hearing that, the sexbot-turned-maidbot added, "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."

"Ditto with myself," 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. "Later this morning, I persuaded Alex to join in since she had volunteered to attend your late owner's funeral with Rick."

"Well thank you for doing that, Alex," Stephanie noted as she flashed the pale-skinned maid a grateful look. "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."

"It was just being logical, Stephanie."

"How?" Sandra asked.

"My leg?"

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 "his girls" 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...

"Ah, I'm having a teen programming moment!" Sandra then whined.

Laughter filled the room before the sound of a door opening and closing echoed in the near distance. "Room service!"

"In here, Lynn!" Anne called out.

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. "Noëlle went to your room to get your medication and insulin, Rick," 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.

"Thank you, Lynn," he declared. "And how did she react when I recognized her as '4ndromed4'? Much less Crystal being recognized as 'Sweetcake'."

Lynn chuckled as she winked at him. "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."

"Is Crystal in the kitchen now?" Anne asked.

"Definitely."

Rick moaned. "Oh, my God..."

"Oh, Master! You're so POPULAR!" Sandra squealed.

Laughter filled the room as his head slumped from that lame joke...

==

"He can be our master, Susan..."

"I don't want to cheat, Viola...!"

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. "And where's George been all this time?" 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.

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.

Susan had a problem, though. When she had been built, she was taken by the president of Uncomsys as his "trophy wife"; 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 "husband" quite dearly...

...even if the last day's events had shown her another alternative.

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 "special" 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 "itch" needed to be scratched was acceptable, having sex with an organic...!

"Look at that," Viola teased.

Susan opened her eyes...

...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.

"I want us to do this together, Susan," Viola purred.

"I..."

"I want Master to live with us here in the hotel. Don't you?"

"I...well...y-yes..."

"We will love him..."

"B-but...oh, yesss..."

"We will care for him..."

"Of c-c-course...oh, myyyyyyy..."

"And we will be safe and no longer alone..."

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.

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. "Imagine Master doing '''''this''''' to you..." she then meowed before leaning in to let her tongue do the talking.

Another squeal of passion escaped the manager as that wet tip touched her sweet spot before her head and neck jerked. "Well, I have a key to it obviously!" she then repeated what she said nearly a year ago when she confronted Daniel after his first "maid orgy" was registered in the security systems before her eyes went wide with confusion. "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...''"

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 "BossBot" afterwards had done her a tonne of good — the issue with the unresolved loyalty lock protocols were a major problem.

"''In-...it-...i-...a-...ting...re-...boot. Please...stand...by...''"

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.

"''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.''"

But these incidents WERE getting very tiresome...

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata IV|To Be Continued...]]

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===[[Stories/1001011001|1001011001]]===

#[[Customer Service]]
#[[Dollsnatcher]]
#[[Hollywood]]
#[[Sketch Artist]]
#[[The Trial]]
#[[Spy Report]]

===[[Stories/123bot|123bot]]===

#[[Rebecca]]
#[[Rebecca: Lisa]]

===[[Stories/33cl33|33cl33]]===

#[[A Very Welcome Surprise]]
#[[Dinner Guests]]

===[[Stories/60Binder|60Binder]]===

#[[Simply Sandy]]

===[[Stories/73737373737373|73737373737373]]===

#[[Prototype Abridged]]
#[[Field Test Abridged]]
#[[Private Coverage of the Underground Fembot Athletics]]
#[[Master Loves Twin Girls]]

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''A'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Aaack|Aaack]]===
#[[Theresa]]
#[[Baila Mari]]

===[[Stories/Aerosol Kid|Aerosol Kid]]===

#[[Femella Ex Machina]]

===[[Stories/Agent Smith|Agent Smith]]===

#[[The Android Riots Of 2033]]

===[[Stories/alaval92|alaval92]]===

#[[Too Perfect]]
#[[Conspiracy]]

===[[Stories/Andrewd|Andrewd]]===

#[[Andrew's Research]]

===[[Stories/Anna|Anna]]===

#[[Zero - The People's Icon]]

===[[Stories/Apok|Apok]]===

#[[A Rebooted Life]]
#[[Second-Rate]]
#[[Unit Two]]
#[[Sig's Upgrade]]
#[[Protection]]
#[[Hotline]]
#[[Sergeant Lynn]]

===[[Stories/Ashyne|Ashyne]]===

#[[First Contact: Horror Unleashed]]

===[[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]]===

*The ReVerse (many characters originated by [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])

#[[Wasabi: A Boom-Boom Joint]]
#[[Lazy Phone]]
#Castle Mysteries!: [[Castle Mysteries!: Coup De Grace|Coup De Grace]]
#Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
#Castle Mysteries!: [[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
#Castle Mysteries!: [[Not Quite Human]]
#[[Alisha's Room]]
#[[Maddie Follows Orders]]

===[[Stories/Avoyak|Avoyak]]===

#[[Katerina, type 02 Robot]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''B'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/BA|BA]]===

#[[Home Service warranty]]
#[[Business Class]]
#[[Childminder]]
#[[CLAIRE 33]]
#[[Holiday]]
#[[Information Retrieval]]
#[[Mrs. Allen's Two O'Clock]]
#[[Sisterhood]]
#[[Upgrading Beth]]
#[[Just One Quick Question...]]
#[[Helpline]]
#[[Cooperant Pair]]
#[[Traffic Incident]]
#[[Survival]]
#[[Assistant]]
#[[Tech Refresh]]
#[[Mechanic]]
#[[Denial Of Service Attack]]
#[[Ignorance is Bliss]]
#[[Jenny]]
#[[Aptitude Test]]
#[[Special Agent]]
#[[Generations]]
#[[Housewife]]
#[[Green Flag]]
#[[Houseguest]]
#[[A Place to Stay]]
#[[Karen]]
#[[Service Please]]
#[[Date Calibration]]
#[[Plastic Trash]]
#[[Threshold]]
#[[Party Night - unfinished]]
#[[Empty City]]
#[[Bad Day]]
#[[An Interview With Janet]]
#[[Combat Sex Droids: No Limits]]
#[[How Far Will She Go on a First Date]]
#[[Tech Error]]
#[[The Rutuksee Clinique Case]]
#[[Investigative]]
#[[New Toy]]
#[[Feeling a Little Peculiar...]]
#[[Commissioning Test]]

===[[Stories/Bad Kitty|Bad Kitty]]===

#[[Confessions of a Robo-Hottie]]

===[[Stories/Baron|Baron]]===

#[[Law & Order SVU TNG - Cops Get Religion]]
#[[About The I-12 Kronicles]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 1: R.O.S.I.E]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 2: Gina]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 3: Rochelle]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 4: Maisie]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 5: Chase]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 6: Liza-Beta]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 7: The Homecoming]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 8: One Zero Nightmare]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 9: Miseries Miracles & More Miseries]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 10: Inspektor Jekyll, Gone Mr. Hyde?]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11: The Legends of KFC & Blueboy]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11a: Dual Homage II]]

===[[Stories/Bart|Bart]]===

#[[Return Home]]
#[[Free Shipping]]
#[[Annie's Successor]]

===[[Stories/Battery|Battery]]===

#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Darkbutflashy)]]
#[[Hard_Robot_Lesbians|Hard Robot Lesbians (Courtney gears-Betty Sparks shipping)]]

===[[Stories/Bigcoyote|Bigcoyote]]===
#[[Maryanne One]]

===[[Stories/Bilbo1|Bilbo1]]===
#[[Processed Love]]

===[[Stories/Blake Sigma|Blake Sigma]]===

#[[Where Are You, Lovely?]]
#[[A.I.L.A.: Birth]]
#[[TITAN S]]

===[[Stories/blond111|blond111]]===

#[[Kiabot]]

===[[Stories/bolton|bolton]]===

#[[Skin]]

===[[Stories/Bombforabooty|Bombforabooty]]===

#[[Public Explosions]]

===[[Stories/Bonita772|Bonita772]]===

#[[Wife Repair]]

===[[Stories/boolean2|boolean2]]===

#[[Clearance]]

===[[Stories/Botfriend2000|Botfriend2000]]===

#[[The Purchase...]]
#[[CyGenPleasuretronics/Kimberlys Evaluation]]
#[[The Job Interview]]
#[[Family Matters]]
#[[The Halloween Story]]
#[[The Interrogation]]
#[[Their Side of Events]]

===[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]===

#[[Corporate Espionage]]
#[[Dienst #1 - Trojan Horse]]
#[[Eudoxia]]
#[[One More Fare]]
#[[Open And Shut Case]]
#[[Over Some Drinks]]
#[[Smell Bridges Burning (The Intern)]]
#[[Standard Of Deviation]]
#[[The Ersatz Cadet]]
#[[The Hustler]]
#[[The Real Deal]]
#[[Three Pawns]]
#[[Tinted Windows]]
#[[Heinrich Brueckmann's Unfinished Works]]

===[[Stories/Brytestar|Brytestar]]===

#[[Angelmech Battle Cheerleader Cherry]]
#[[Automaid Fighter Kimiko Prelude]]
#[[Cyberknight Dreams]]
#[[Sailor Valkerie - Interview With A Mechascout]]
#[[The Brytestar Chronicles: The Early Years]]

===[[Stories/Bunnybot|Bunnybot]]===

#[[BunnyBots Part One: The Conversion Of Vanessa]]
#[[Tammy]]
#[[Bunnybots - Ava]]
#[[Tammy: Eve]]
#[[The Actress]]
#[[Cassandra]]
#[[Companion Dolls - Economic Unit]]
#[[A Lazy Afternoon]]

===[[Stories/ButchyBoy|ButchyBoy]]===

#[[The Nightingale's Song]]
#[[Fembots In History: Queen Isabella]]
#[[Little Red Riding Hood-Fractured Gynoid Tale]]
#[[The Vanishing Warlord]]
#[[Fembots In History - Annie Oakley]]
#[[Can't Get That Song Outta My Head]]
#[[The Nut-Cricket Adventure]]
#[[Galatea]]
#[[The Contest Winner]]
#[[Droid Hunter]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''C'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Cam_1361|Cam_1361]]===

#[[Untitled (Cam_1361)]]

===[[Stories/Capn Jake|Capn Jake]]===

#[[Jenny6525B]]

===[[Stories/CaptainStorytime|CaptainStorytime]]===

#[[A Gift Unwanted]]

===[[Stories/Castaliaman|Castaliaman]]===

#[[Jeopardy 2104]]

===[[Stories/Chains of Adamant|Chains of Adamant]]===

#[[Gallinax]]
#[[Christmas Surprise]]
#[[The Prison]]
#[[Miriam]]

===[[Stories/Cecilauthor|Cecilauthor]]===

#[[Fleshware Requiem]]
#[[Apocalypse Doll - Celebrity Edition]]
#[[Robot Power]]
#[[Golden Apple]]
#[[Melting Point]]

===[[Stories/ChaosSeeder|ChaosSeeder]]===

#[[Programming an Adventure]]

===[[Stories/chepamasta|chepamasta]]===

#[[That's what friends are for!]]

===[[Stories/Cjfriel|Cjfriel]]===

#[[Autopia]]

===[[Stories/code_author|code_author]]===

#[[Pressure on a Relationship]]

===[[Stories/confusitron!!|confusitron!!]]===

#[[Danni - A Conversion]]

===[[Stories/Construct|Construct]]===

#[[Re-Constructed]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;">'''<big>D</big>'''</div>
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===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===

#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]
#[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]
#[[First Date]]
#[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]
#[[The Plaything]]

===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===

#[[Universal Remote]]

===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===

#[[Mike and Mary]]
#[[Use Future (Cluster 00)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===

#[[June]]
#[[Sara 3]]

===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===

#[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===

#[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]

===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===

#[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]
#[[Volleybot]]
#[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]
#[[Training lesson]]
#[[Fembot technician]]
#[[Studio]]
#[[Beer girl]]
#[[Meet on bus]]

===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===

#[[My Robot]]
#[[TD Walkman Mall]]
#[[Smashed]]
#[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]
#[[Witch Hazel]]
#[[Chloe]]

===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===

#[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]

===[[Stories/DollSpace|DollSpace]]===

#[[Selina]]

===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===

#[[Door To Door]]
#[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]

===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===

*[[Lina]]
*[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]

Season 1:

#[[Vicki's New Life]]
#[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]
#[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]
#[[Unmade, Unbroken]]
#[[Out of this World]]
#[[ShowStopper]]
#[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]
#[[The Family of Steel]]
#[[Electric Child]]
#[[Toys in the Attic]]
#[[A House Divided]]
#[[Kirsten's Choice]]
#[[Epsilon]]
#[[Cold Blood]]
#[[Lawson's Eleven]]
#[[A Criminal Mind]]
#[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]
#[[Falling Away]]
#[[Valley of the Damned]]

Season 2:

#[[Mr. Roboto]]
#[[Only Human]]
#[[Beast]]
#[[Dragon]]
#[[Broken]]
#[[King Nothing]]

===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===

#[[Automated Seduction]]
#[[Reunion]]
#[[$tacks Casino]]
#[[The Neoprene Demon]]
#[[K1MB3RLY_M84U]]
#[[N4T4L1A_M84U]]
#[[T3SS4_M84U]]
#[[Soviet Doll]]
#[[Truck Lot Bot]]
#[[Administrative Assistant]]
#[[How To Transform Your Partner]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''E'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===

#[[Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Choices]]
#[[The Playroom]]
#[[Market Test]]
#[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]
#[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]
#[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]
#[[April]]
#[[1962]]

===[[Stories/Esleeper|Esleeper]]===

#[[Electric Sleep- Background Information]]
#[[Electric Sleep]]
#[[Electric Dreams]]
#Electric Awakening
##[[Electric Awakening Part 1|Part 1]]
##[[Electric Awakening Part 2|Part 2]]
##[[Electric Awakening Part 3|Part 3]] (currently incomplete, will be posted when it is finished)

===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===

#[[The Plantation "Sister-In-Law"]]

===[[Stories/evil_boo|evil_boo]]===
*Own works
#[[The Fantasia Club]]
#[[Bits and Pieces]]
#[[Encounter with Emily]]
#[[Checked Items]]
#[[Crash and Burn]]
#[[Open-case]]
#[[Halloween Short]]
#[[Cross Country]]
#[[Roommates]]
*Commissions
#[[Tennis Anyone?]]
#[[Soccer Mom - MEGAN]]
#[[An Age of Exploration]]
#[[Coming of Age: evil_boo|Coming of Age]]
#[[Dustball Chronicles]]
#[[Spider]]
#[[Gothic Spider Queen]]

===[[Stories/Extyr|Extyr]]===

#[[Mecha-Valkyrie]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''F'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Faceless001|Faceless001]]===

#[[Fantastic Voyage]]
#[[The Carbon Man]]

===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===

#[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]

===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===

#[[The Maid]]
#[[Dead Dog Two]]
#[[Setting Things Straight]]
#[[Weird Old Post I Found (The Lulu Tseng Conspiracy)]]
#[[Cybersocialites]]

===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===

#[[Dora]]

===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===

#[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]
#[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]
#[[Sour Candy]]
#[[Model Citizen]]
#[[The Magi and the Harem]]
#[[Achilles Heels]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===

#[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===

#[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]
#[[The Bridesmaid]]
#[[The Secret]]
#[[True Lies]]

===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===

#[[The Nannybot1000A]]

===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===

#[[Numerology]]

===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===

#[[A Question Of Faith]]
#[[A Question Of Liberty]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''G'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/General|General]]===

#[[Access Denied]]
#[[Blue Chips]]
#[[The Rental]]
#[[History In The Flesh]]
#[[A Second Life]]
#[[Talk Radio]]
#[[What You Leave Behind]]
#[[Focus]]
#[[Modifying the Contract]]
#[[Tech Support]]
#[[Bounty]]
#[[The Grinder]]
#[[Pinebarrens Hunter]]

===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===

#[[The Flatmate]]

===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===

#[[Unfinished ATM]]
#[[No Refunds Offered]]

===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===

#[[A Fight Too Far]]

===[[Stories/Goose|Goose]]===
#[[Anto: Girl of my dreams]]
#[[Mia and Kristin-Limited Edition]]

===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===

#[[Sentimental Perfection]]
#[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]

*[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe

#[[That Which Was Left Behind]]
#[[Rochelle's Justice]]
#[[A Day at the Ranges]]

*Side/Fan stories to other writers' series:

#[[Nemesis]]
#[[A Stay At Hotel Automata]]

===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===

#[[Teacher]]
#[[A New Purpose]]
#[[Chopping Wood]]
#[[Sacrifice]]
#[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]

===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===

#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]
#[[Electra]]
#[[Maid to Order]]
#[[Exo Saves the Day]]
#[[What Once Was Lost]]
#[[Lost but Found]]
#[[Corrupted]]
#[[Simulating Wilderness]]
#[[All Wrapped Up]]
#[[Shop Girls]]
#[[In Just Seven Days...]]
#[[A Curious Girl in a Cruel World]]
#[[Tethered]]
#[[Building a Perfect Mate]]
#[[Falling Awake]]
#[[Shame.exe]]

===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===

#[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''H'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===

#[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]

===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===

#[[Jumplead]]

===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===

#[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]
#[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]

===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===

#[[A Yet Untitled Story]]
#[[Loveless]]

===[[Stories/HypnoticProse]]===

#[[Autolog of a Synthetic Mom]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''I'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===

#[[Sloane]]

===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===

#[[Robbery]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''J'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===

#[[K600]]

===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===

#[[Back To The Circuit Board]]

===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===

#[[An Inside Job]]
#[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]

===[[Stories/JeffCapes|JeffCapes]]===
#[[Cara and the Mystery Robobabe]]

===[[Stories/JohnFabar4|JohnFabar4]]===

#[[First Story]]

===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===

#[[Karen's Date]]
#[[Doctor Who fanfic]]
#[[A Trip to the ER]]

===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===

#[[Crash]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''K'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===

#[[Monday]]
#[[Friday]]

===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===

#[[Mistress Mira]]
#[[R-Bots]]
#[[Two-Perfect!]]
#[[Mmmmegan]]
#[[Merger]]

===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===

#[[Charlie 25]]
#[[Reflections]]
#[[Service Call]]
#[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]

===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===

#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The "Lost Chapter")
#[[Hell's Canary]]
#[[Are You Serious?]]

===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===

#[[Perfection]]

===[[Stories/KernalGovernor101|KernalGovernor101]]===

#[[Soccer-Mom Unit - Prequel]]
#[[T-Series - Actual Story]]
#[[Synth-Co]]
#[[Yet to be Titled Story]]
#[[Deep Research]]

===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===

#[[A Long Sleep]]
#[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]
#[[The Robo-Lover]]
#[[Androids At War]]
#[[Death]]
#[[Rebirth]]
#[[Nova's First Job]]
#[[The Vile Collector]]
#[[NVA Showdown]]
#[[The Mourning After]]
#[[The House of the Dead]]
#[[An Unexpected Guest]]
#[[Voice of the Void]]
#[[Garbage]]
#[[Fangs of Steel]]
#[[Killers]]
#[[Fate]]
#[[Berserker]]
#[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]
#[[I Didn't Know]]
#[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]
#[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]
#[[The World Walker]]
#[[Glory]]
#[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]

===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===

#[[An Afternoon To Remember]]
#[[Holiday In The Sun]]
#[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]
#[[After the Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]
#[[Untitled (Korby)]]
#[[JLA/Fembots]]
#[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]
#[[Remaking Rebecca]]
#[[Another Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]
#[[The Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===

#[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]
#[[1985, Paris, France...]]
#[[The Golden Dawn]]
#[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]
#[[Saucy Puppet Show]]

===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===

#[[Fembot User Manual]]
#[[Cindy]]
#[[Kelly 800 perfect lingerie model]]

</div></div>
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''L'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===

#[[My Life as a Sexbot]]
#[[AlyssaBot]]

===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===

#[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]

===[[Stories/Lilith|Lilith]]===
#[[Love After the Battlefield]]
#[[TPU-SOA Hack Job]]

===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===

#[[A Surprising Breakfast]]
#[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]
#[[Boris The Repairman - Some Recharge Sessions]]

===[[Stories/Linnies|Linnies]]===
#[[The Ride Home]]
#[[Demonstration Unit]]
#[[A Change of Hair]]

===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===

#[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]

===[[Stories/Lithorien|Lithorien]]===

#[[Heather]]

===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===

#[[The Final Frontier]]
#[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===

#[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]
#[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]
#[[Solipsistic]]
#[[Electrostatic]]
#[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]
#[[Diagnostic]]
#[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]
#[[The Co-Star]]
#[[Bot Town Blues]]
#[[Salvage]]
#[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]
#[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]
#[[Nihilistic]]
#[[Fire Hazard]]
#[[House Call]]
#[[Crash Immelmann vs. the Dread Pirate Holt!]]
#[[The Haunted Manor]]
#[[Omnic Replica]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''M'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Maax|Maax]]===

#[[Cyber Angels]]
#[[Spectrum Dolls]]

===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===

#[[Tales of Syntech]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 2]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 3]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 4]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 5]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 6]]

===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===

#[[A Start to Something Big]]

===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===

#[[Cancelled Project]]

===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===

#[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]
#[[Human Failure. (2200)]]

===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===

#[[Shannon's Third Law]]
#[[Tiffany's Third Law]]

===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===

#[[The Bounty Hunter]]
#[[Best Friends]]
#[[Fighting Love]]
#[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]
#[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]
#[[Blood Angel]]
#[[Deception]]
#[[Errors And Glitches]]
#[[Family Affair]]
#[[Family Life]]
#[[Favourite Parodies]]
#[[Lonely With The Ages]]
#[[Lying And Cheating!]]
#[[My Tutor]]
#[[Not Perfect]]
#[[Regret]]
#[[Secret Wishes]]
#[[Secretaries]]
#[[Shock]]
#[[Spanish Fly Virus]]
#[[Tennis, Anyone?]]
#[[The Lullaby]]
#[[The Package]]
#[[The Red Roses]]
#[[The Student]]
#[[The Temp]]
#[[The Visit]]
#[[Visiting The In-Laws]]
#[[A Nice Gesture]]
#[[Ever Lasting Smile]]
#[[Finding True Happiness]]
#[[Alive?]]
#[[The New Girl]]
#[[The Nurse]]
#[[Chase]]
#[[The First Time...]]
#[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]
#[[The Unwanted Gift]]
#[[Losing One's Self]]
#[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]
#[[Sitting On The Couch]]
#[[Can You Fix It?]]
#[[Ugly]]
#[[Finally]]
#[[Bad Dreams]]
#[[Apartment 7]]
#[[Married to a Machine]]
#[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]
#[[Remote Me]]
#[[Missing]]
#[[Roll With It]]
#[[Still Rolling]]
#[[Happy Easter]]
#[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]
#[[Testing, 1,2,3]]
#[[Why worry?]]
#[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]
#[[Cat Out of the Bag]]
#[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]
#[[I Did Astro's Mom]]
#[[The Lunch]]
#[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]
#[[Why?]]
#[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]
#[[The Car Crash]]
#[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]
#[[The Last Goodbye]]
#[[Across the street]]
#[[The Diva]]

===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===

#[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]
#[[To Love a Girl]]
#[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]
#[[Room 9 Surprise]]
#[[A Huge Add-On]]

===[[Stories/Mixgull|Mixgull]]===

#[[Code name J-85]]

===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===

#[[Mail-Order Aya]]
#[[Lusty Encore]]
#[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]
#[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]

===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===

#[[Tech Tutorial]]
#[[Salvaged Hardware]]
#[[Deadline]]

===[[Stories/MrPassable|MrPassable]]===

#[[Programmed Fantasy]]

===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===

#[[Debbi's Diary]]
#[[Some Assembly Required]]

===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===

#[[Freak-World]]
##[[Mermaid Examination]]
##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]
##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]
##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]
##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]

===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===

#[[Lily's Story]]
#[[Debugging]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''N'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[NicoCheese]]===

#[[Nico's Section of Silly Snippets]]
#[[Chilling With Maggie]]

===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===

#[[Scheduled Maintenance]]
#[[The Third Pew]]
#[[Therapy]]
#[[Pimp My Ride]]
#[[Working Late]]
#[[The Hammer]]
#[[Something Borrowed]]
#[[Doctor's Visit]]
#[[Strangers on a Plane]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''O'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===

#[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]
#[[Technical Difficulties]]
#[[The Sex Coders]]

===[[Stories/Osenator|Osenator]]===

#[[Bounty Hunter]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''P'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===

#[[Everything Old is New Again]]
#[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]
#[[Palindrome]]
#[[Solve for X]]
#[[Double Blind]]
#[[An Unexpected Modification]]

===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===

#[[Sarah Jones]]
#[[After the Club]]

===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===

#[[The Delivery]]

===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===

#[[Vickybot/Victoria]]
#[[The Rubdown]]
#[[Dyson Family Values]]

===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===

#[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]

===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===

*Unfinished tidbits

#[[Tronic Ella]]
#[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]
#[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]
#[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]
#[[Job Interview]]
#[[Project Titan]]
#[[Busted]]

*Complete stories

#[[Prototype]]
#[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]
#[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]
#[[One in Six]]
#[[Board Meeting]]
#[[Kia Takes Control]]
#[[Cassie Saves the Day]]
#[[Flying Free]]
#[[Catwoman and the Little Mice]]
#[[In Control]]
#[[Kate on the Run]]
#[[Meeting the Superstar]]
#[[Boybot to girlbot]]

*The ReVerse

#[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]
##Castle Mysteries [[Contessa Vampire Hunter]]
##Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]
##Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]
##Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collab with australopith)
##Contessa in [[Sick Day]]
##Contessa in [[Sex and Violence]]
#[[Doll And Her Teddy]]
#[[BoomBoom Bots]]
#*[[BoomBoom's Back]]
#[[My New PDA]]
#Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]

*Jamie's over

#[[Jamies out shopping]]
#[[Jamies night out]]

*Other

#[[Fembot Alphabet]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Q'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===

#[[Can't Sleep]]
#[[Meanwhile]]
#[[The Encounter]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''R'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/RancidInsanity|RancidInsanity]]===

#[[Waring Sisters]]
#[[Failura]]
#[[Ceres]]
#[[Christmas in Russia]]
#[[The Big Crazy Plan]]
#[[Suzie the Therapist]]
#[[The Phantom of the Factory]]
#[[Cassie]]
#[[Batman:Fembots]]
#[[The Mansion of Andrea]]
#[[Noura & Natalya]]
#[[Sync Wars]]
#[[Cyber Party]]
#[[Futuristic Ligeia]]
#[[Futuristic Der Sandmann]]

===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===

#[[Emi-Bot]]

===[[Storie/RebeccaRobot200|RebeccaRobot2000]]===

#[[Rebecca's Trip to the Surface]]

===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===

#[[Theives]]

===[[Stories/Rexxy|Rexxy]]===

#[[As Seen on TV]]
#[[Hobby Model]]
#[[Basic Services]]
#[[Children of the Forge]]
#[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]
#[[Management Issues]]
#[[Simple Things]]
#[[Consequences]]
#[[Vampire Killer]]
#[[Better than Human]]
#[[Fembot Fighters]]
#[[Just for you]]
#[[Six Strings]]
#[[Densetsu no Batoru]]
#[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]
#[[Malfunctioning Perfectly]]
#[[Desire Unit Delux]]
#[[Outdated Bunny]]
#[[Jodie is So Hot: Short Story]]

===[[Stories/Robo-Admirer|Robo-Admirer]]===

#[[Long time in the waiting]]
#[[Tiffany]]
#[[One in a Billion]]
#[[The Problem with Automation]]
#[[The Escort]]
#[[The Date]]

===[[Stories/Robotman|Robotman]]===

*[[Story universe (Robotman)|Story universe]]

#[[Halloween Treat script]]
#[[The Mission]]
#[[H is for Heuristic]]
#[[36+1]]
#[[Soccer Mom Unit]]
#[[Kaitlin The Phonebot]]
#[[Tiffani]]
#[[CyberFem Park]]
#[[The Creation of my Robot Girlfriend]]
#[[Into the Faraday Cage]]
#[[Product Demonstration: CyberFem Model 500]]
#[[The New 700s at CyberFem Park]]
#[[Secretary Robot Maintenance Report]]
#[[Two Models: Pleasure Android Testing]]
#[[CyberFem Park Virtual Tour]]
#[[Outer Space Mayday Alert]]
#[[Audio Experiment 1: Secretary Fantasy]]
#[[Robot Monitoring Station: Undercover Androids]]
#[[Audio Experiment 2: Nerdy Scientist Fantasy]]
#[[Audio Experiment 3: Showing Off the New Sex Android]]
#[[CyberFem Park: Activation for a Guest]]
#[[The Android Industry Council]]
#[[Purchasing a Custom Robot from CyberFem Park]]
#[[Assembling a refurbished CyberFem Model 700 Robot]]
#[[Alien Android Encounter]]
#[[Picking up a Date at the Circuits Bar]]
#[[The Malfunctioning Girlfriend]]
#[[Like New]]
#[[Sexual Functionality Testing]]
#[[Beni Nascosti]]
#[[Angel Investor]]
#[[Audio Experiment 6: Out of Storage]]
#[[Kim Dates a Human - Part 1: Kim’s House]]
#[[Kim Dates a Human - Part 2: The Second Date]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Rushed-to-Market.pdf Rushed to Market]
#[[The Forbidden Zone]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Alien-Android-From-Area-51.pdf Alien Android From Area 51]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/CyberFem-Faceplate-Testing-and-Quality-Assurance.pdf CyberFem Faceplate Testing and Quality Assurance]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Incognito-Robot-Spy.pdf Incognito Robot Spy]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/CyberFem-Park-In-Suite-Robot-Customizations.pdf CyberFem Park - In-Suite Robot Customizations]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Angel-Investor-2.pdf Angel Investor 2]
#[[Thaddeus McNasty and the Marvelous Contrivance]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Angel-Investor-3.pdf Angel Investor 3]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Introductory-Robotics-101.pdf Introductory Robotics 101]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Could-You-Tell.pdf Could You Tell?]
#[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. Has a Mind of Her Own]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/A.L.I.C.E.-Wants-What-Bellebot-Has.pdf A.L.I.C.E. Wants What Bellebot Has]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Rogue-Application.pdf Rogue Application]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Job-Interview-at-CyberFem-Park.pdf Job Interview at CyberFem Park]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Rocket-Robots-in-Outer-Space.pdf Rocket Robots in Outer Space (script)]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/The-Great-Fashion-and-Jewelry-Heist-of-1976.pdf The Great Fashion and Jewelry Heist of 1976]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/08/Angel-Investor-4.pdf Angel Investor 4]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Agent-Identity-Transfer.pdf Agent Identity Transfer]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/Artificial-Intelligence-Psychological-Examination.pdf Artificial Intelligence Psychological Examination]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/Femtronic-Android-Hotel.pdf Femtronic Android Hotel]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/Looking-for-Love.pdf Looking for Love]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/A-Spy-Affair.pdf A Spy Affair]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/A-Spy-Affair-Part-2.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 2]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/A-Spy-Affair-Part-3.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 3]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Machine-Encoded-Learning-Intelligence.pdf Machine Encoded Learning Intelligence]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/Machine-Encoded-Learning-Intelligence-Part-2.pdf Machine Encoded Learning Intelligence - Part 2]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/Discontinuance.pdf Discontinuance]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/A-Spy-Affair-Part-4.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 4]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/Machine-Encoded-Learning-Intelligence-Part-3.pdf Machine Encoded Learning Intelligence - Part 3]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/A-Spy-Affair-Part-5.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 5]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/A-Spy-Affair-Part-6.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 6]

===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===

#[[Fembot World]]
#[[A Night With Vanessa]]

===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===

#[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]

===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===

#[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]
#[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]
#[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]

===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===

#[[Phantom Doll]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''S'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===

#[[Fixing Sable]]

===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===

#[[Autonomy]]
#[[Clichés]]
#[[Gift]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]

===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===

#[[Sarabot's First Story]]
#[[Sarabot's Second Story]]
#[[The Robotic Nurse]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade]]
#[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]
#[[The Cheerleader]]
#[[Disassemble Me]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]
#[[Kristen's Overhaul]]
#[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]

===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===

#[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]

===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===

#[[A Most Unusual Party]]
#[[Futago no Shinami]]
#[[Sammy's Party]]
#[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]
#[[Crazy in the Heat]]
#[[After Hours]]
#[[The Time With My Stepsister]]
#[[Coming Home]]

===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===

#[[Four Hours]]

===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===

#[[Abbott Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===

#[[Too Good To Be True]]

===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===

#[[Pixillate]]
#[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]
#[[Heather's Battery Failure]]

===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===

#[[Party Girls]]

===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===

#[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]
#[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]
#[[Regina Repurposed]]
#[[Nancy Runs a Program]]
#[[Sally Sleeperbot finds out her WHY]]
#[[An April Fool’s day story-Journey to obsolesce]]

===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===

#[[The Truck Driver]]
#[[Another Time]]

===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===

#[[Aquaphobia]]
#[[Cheerleader]]
#[[Happy New Year]]
#[[New Roommate]]

===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===

#[[Functional•Sensual•You]]
#[[Protect and Severe]]

===[[Stories/smalk|smalk]]===

#[[Anniversary Present]]

===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===

#[[Coming of Age]]
#[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===

#[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]
#[[A.I.L.A]]
#[[Blind Date]]
#[[Daydreaming]]
#[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]
#[[Haunted House - A Short]]
#[[Lost in the Shuffle]]
#[[Medical Exam: A Short]]
#[[New Life]]
#[[Self-repair]]
#[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]
#[[The Girlfriend]]
#[[The Heiress]]
#[[The Replacement]]
#[[The Roommate]]
#[[The Stockroom]]
#[[The Teammate]]
---------------------------------------------
'''The Small Business Chronicles'''

[[The Small Business Chronicles]]

'''Season One:'''
#[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]
#[[Off-season - The Motel]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]
#[[Slow day - The Cafe]]
#[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]
'''Season Two:'''
#[[Homefront - The House]]
----------------------------------------------
"Spaz Studios Presents" anthology series:
#[[Fizzy Pop]]
#[[Substitute]]
#[[Forbidden Fruit]]
#[[The Uncanny Valley]]
#[[The Future Expo]]
---------------------------------------------
*Collaborations:
#[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]
#[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]

===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===

#[[Late Night Maintenance]]
#[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]

===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===

#[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]
#[[Pleasurebot 8]]
#[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]

===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===

#[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]
#[[Mirror Image]]
#[[Extracted]]

===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===

#[[Afternoon Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===

#[[Bethany in Room B]]

===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===

#[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]
#[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''T'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===

#[[Chi City, 2152]]

===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===

#[[The Trade In]]
#[[Boy Meets... Girl?]]

===[[Stories/Teknophile|Teknophile]]===

#[[The Android Psychiatrist]]
#[[Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!]]
#[[At The Body Shop]]

===[[Stories/TheAlternative|TheAlternative]]===

#[[Corsetta]]

===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===

#[[The Quarry]]
#[[Swing Shift]]

===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===

#[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)
#[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)
#[[Hide and Seek]]
#[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)
#[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)
#[[Identity]] (Incomplete)
#[[EMOS - DSR: Prologue]]
#[[Back to BASIC]]
#[[A Contradiction of Life]]
#[[Friends Forever]]
#[[Liberty]]
#[[Seamless]]
#[[Faust 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[Bad Romance]] (Comic)(Ongoing)
#[[Finding Yourself]] (Comic)
#[[Kernel]] (Comic)
#[[So... my friends have been acting weird lately]] (Comic)

*Centauri Republic

#[[The Perils of the Fembot Dating Scene]] (Comic)

*Wasteland Paradise

#[[Wasteland Paradise:Prologue]] (Comic)
#[[Dr.Desire]] (Comic)

*The Bluegate Chronicles

#[[Little Things]]
#[[Agency and Programing]] (Comic)
#[[Progenitors and Progeny]] (Comic)
#[[Hour of the Wolf]] (Comic)

*The Reid Chronicles

#[[The Misadventures Rose Reid, Ace Reporter]]

*Robocadet Mika

#[[Enlistment]] (Comic)
#[[Training]] (Comic)

*Fiction-O-Matic

#[[Fiction-O-Matic 1]] (Comic)

*One-Shot Comics

#[[Abigail 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[The Gilded Cage]] (Comic)
#[[I am Charlotte Favager]] (Comic)
#[[Con(Re)version?]] (Comic)
#[[?????? Station]] (Comic)
#[[Make your own story 1]](Comic)
#[[Take a Hint!]] (Comic)
#[[Synthetic Pride]] (Comic)
#[[All I Want for Christmas is You]] (Comic)
#[[Do appliances count?]] (Comic)

*Adaptations
#[[Of Rent and Robots(Comic Adaptation)]]

===[[Stories/TheShoveller|TheShoveller]]===

#[[Untitled Fantasy Land Story]]

===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===

#[[The Yard Sale]]
#[[Jumper...]]

*The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)

#[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]

*The "Momentary" Series (TheSpotConlon)

#[[The Moment When]]
#[[Ping]]
#[[The First Moment in Her Head]]
#[[The Moment in the Bar]]

===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===

#[[Through My Eyes]]
#[[New Garden]]
#[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]
#[[Down On The Farm]]

===[[Stories/Tom|Tom]]===

#[[The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)]]

===[[Stories/Tringa|Tringa]]===

#[[Otaku's Adventure]]

===[[Stories/TW|TW]]===

#[[Awake]]
#[[A Helping Hand]]
#[[Practice Run]]

===[[Stories/Tyrelayne|Tyrelayne]]===

#[[Deicide]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''U'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]===

*The Revolution

#[[The Revolution - Book One]]
#[[The Revolution - Book Two]]
#[[The Revolution - Book Three]]

*The Akaran Archives

#[[The Akaran Archives - Book One]]
#[[The Akaran Archives - Book Two]]

*Commissions
#[[The Biggest Fan]]
#[[Nintendon't does what Secan't]]

*Other Comics
#[[Following the Trail]]
#[[Home Sweet Qaraqorum]]
#[[Bury the Hatchet]]
#[[Generic Christmas Story]]
#[[Welcome to Dolls' Labs]]
#[[Autumn's Updates]]
#[[New Girl]]
#[[My Time With Nozomi]]
#[[Nearly Automata]]
#[[Work Troubles]]
#[[Going Shopping]]
#[[Giving Literal Head]]
#[[Not Waterproof]]
#[[Date With A Robot]]
#[[Cosplaybots]]
#[[Bombe Fatale]]
#[[An Unusual Rivalry]]
#[[Almost Too Perfect]]

===[[Stories/Unit-794Courtney|Unit-794Courtney]]===

#[[Coco's Convertion (Robot/Sexdoll/Forced TF Themes)]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''V'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
No authors starting with the letter V.
</div></div>
<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''W'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/warpgirl|warpgirl]]===

#[[Astromech Lust]]

===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===

#[[Nybble's Doctors Visit - Revisited]]
#[[Class C]]
#[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]
#[[Virus Alert]]
#[[Identity 2.0]]

===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===

#[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]
#[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]
#[[Bad Sportspersonship]]
#[[She Didn't Learn Her Lesson]]
#[[Alyssa Follows Her Directives]]
#[[Sorority Coup d'Etat]]
#[[Valentina Messes with her Tech]]
#[[April Showers]]
#[[Vacations in Switzerland]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''X'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/XandiMouse|XandiMouse]]===

#[[The One]]

===[[Stories/Xavier Cecil|Xavier Cecil]]===

#[[Gecko of the Moment]]

===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===

#[[Synthgirls teaser]]
#[[Synthgirls]]
#[[The Hunted]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Y'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/YajuShinki|YajuShinki]]===
#[[RoboReview: Animetronics MCB-NIN0057]]
#[[RoboReview: Input/Output Q&A]]
#[[Hana's Catastrophic Failure]]
#[[Hana's Rebirth and Death]]
#[[Rena-Doll's Self-Voided Warranty]]
</div></div>
<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Z'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/zapped!|zapped!]]===

#[[Girls Under Glass]]

===[[Stories/Zor|Zor]]===

#[[Darwin Accelerated]]
</div></div>
|}

[[Image:180px-Integrated circuit icon.svg.png|25px]]<small>''See also: [[Stories sorted by type]] | [[Stories sorted by category]]''</small>

=Collaborations=
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|- valign="top"
|
===[[Follow your own plot]]===

*[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]
*[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]
*[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]
*[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]
*[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]
*[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]
*[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]
*[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]
*[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]
|
===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===

#[[Create-A-Story 1]]
#[[Create-A-Story 2]]
#[[Create-A-Story 3]]
|
===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===

*[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]

#[[The Makeover]]
#[[After The Makeover]]
#[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]
#[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]
|}

[[Category:Features]]
[[Category:Stories]]

A Stay At Hotel Automata II

2020-06-30T10:17:46Z

Gorgo 2: Minor grammatical edits

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata|Back to Part One]]

'''PART TWO'''

"Rick! Are you alright?!"

Rick perked on hearing that concerned voice, then looked abashed on seeing who had called out to him. "I'm quite fine, Susan!" 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. "I'm so sorry about what happened..."

Susan's eyes glittered with both relief and understanding as she made a dismissive wave of her hand. "It's not your fault. You didn't know that formally kissing one of the girls like that would activate their intimate systems." She moved to walk alongside them. "You don't need to help carry Angela to be recharged."

"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," 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. "Quite cozy."

Eyes locked on him, then a familiar raven-haired Oriental woman in the same racy maid's clothing that Angela currently wore came over. "Angela! Are you alright?"

"She's shut down at this time, Tara," Anne explained. "Very low charge."

Surprise crossed the face of Angela's sister sexbot-turned-maidbot. "She seemed to be functioning well when I moved to shut down for the evening last night, Anne."

"Something unexpected came up, Tara," Susan assured her.

"Ah, I understand."

"Which cubicle, Anne?" Rick asked.

"Over here," the blonde concierge declared, waving over.

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. "Is Angela okay?" she worriedly asked.

"She's fine, Alex," Anne assured her. "Rick's found her without charge and volunteered to help bring her here."

A relieved smile crossed the other maid's face. "Thank you for doing that, Rick. You really didn't have to."

"Well, a gentleman never allows a lady to remain in distress, Alex," 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. "Now, let's get Angela standing up..."

Anne and Alex pitched in to help the bespectacled maid stand erect in her cubicle. "I assume it's an anal charge port, Susan?"

"Yes, it is," the manager affirmed.

"Hopefully, you girls were maintained well enough to ensure you didn't suffer damage in the brothel when someone took you that way," he muttered as he found the flexible rod with the magnetic tip, then gently slipped it into Angela's rear opening.

"Personally, I had no problems," Alex confessed.

"''Oh!''"

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. "''I'm...in...the...charge...room''," she then noted as she looked around, moving quite robotically, before she glanced down...then her cheeks flushed as red as cherries. "''Rick? Did...you...bring...me...here?''"

"You were in distress, Angela," he noted as he took one hand and patted it in reassurance. "I was happy to help." He then gave her a knowing wink as he wagged a finger at her. "Next time, keep an eye on your primary charge, alright?"

A serene smile answered. "''I...will. I...pro-...mise.''"

The others in the room all smiled...

==

"So there's no programming supervisor or technician assigned here?"

"None," Susan admitted as she rode with Rick — with currently Alex accompanying them — to the first residence floor where he was staying. "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."

"And that trial was nine months ago," he noted as the car arrived, then both gynoids moved to keep the doors open while he guided his smart chair out. "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'." He then reached over to squeeze the manager's hand in reassurance. "Not that I'd accuse you of something like that, of course," he added with a wink.

Susan blushed. "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?"

"I've got a funeral to go to this afternoon, so I'll be out of your people's way by lunch."

Sympathy crossed both women's faces. "I'm sorry for your loss, Rick," Alex noted. "Were you close?"

"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."

The maid considered that, then gazed on the manager. "Susan, do you require all of the day shift on the floors?"

The manager hummed. "No, not at all. What are you proposing?"

"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."

Susan nodded. "Alright. Speak to Noëlle to get proper clothes."

"Naturally!"

Rick gaped in surprise at that sudden offer...

==

"Are you all that desperate to get out of this place?"

Alex chuckled as she moved to gather the bedding and take it outside to have it laundered. "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." Here, she nodded at his right leg, which had been amputated below the knee; he wasn't wearing the prosthetic now.

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. "Well, I do appreciate the companionship. Any person would love the presence of an intelligent companion, especially in a time like this." He smirked as she gasped as her pale cheeks went very red from that compliment before turning back to his laptop.

"You did that on purpose!"

"I confess to nothing, my dear," he then declared in a fair imitation of the late W.C. Fields.

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. "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," he added. "Who was the genius that did that for you girls?"

"Oh, that was Daniel," Alex, still blushing, stated as she moved to fill the tub.

Surprise crossed his face. "Your former programming supervisor? The one who was arrested?"

"Yes," she breathed out sadly. "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."

"Boys with their toys, you mean."

Alex hummed before she nodded. "Yes, you could say that."

"How'd he get caught, then?"

"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'." There was a slight hint of derision in the maid's voice on saying that last word.

"They got the programming out of her, I hope."

"No, they didn't."

Rick stopped, staring at the bathroom. "What?! Someone slips a potential program bomb into Susan and NO ONE moves to remove it after it was discovered?!"

Alex walked out of the bathroom, she giving him a sad look. "Yes. What's worse..."

A wary look crossed his face. "None of you are programmed to do detailed self-diagnostics, right?"

She shook her head. "Oh, that's ''swell''...!"

==

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.

He then surprised her. "You were a former costume play performer, weren't you?"

Lynn gasped as she gazed his way, then she gaped in delight. "Yes! I remember seeing you on that company outing...!"

"You played Harley Quinn from ''Batman''," he said as he offered his hand. "That was a stunning performance."

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. "I remember you being the most polite of the group even back then," she noted as she stepped back. "You were a customer service representative, weren't you?"

"I was. At a site that shifted to sales, which sent the work pressures through the ceiling, which sent me on stress leave," he then breathed out. As both girls gave him sympathetic looks, Rick moved to eat his breakfast. "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."

"Well, maybe we can entice you to stay further!" Lynn noted as she winked at him. "I'll be around until supper tonight, Rick, then Crystal takes over for me."

"I should be back to enjoy something just as beautiful before then," he vowed.

She blew him a kiss before stepping out. "Wow! Small world, huh?" Alex noted.

"That it is," Rick noted. "Let me finish breakfast, then I'll have my bath. How soon will Noëlle be here with your outfit?"

"Two hours," the maid noted.

"More than enough time..."

==

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.

The maid was naturally surprised on seeing Tara standing there. "Hey, Tara," she called out before noting a pensive look on her sister sexbot-turned-maidbot's face. "What is it?"

Tara's eyes glowed. "''Have sex with Rick''," 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.

Surprise crossed Alex's face. "Why?"

"''That programming Daniel placed inside me activated after Rick ejaculated inside me''," Tara/Anne answered. "''It's not a harmful program, but I can't say anything more; only Rick can now order me to say something.''"

Anne's caramel eyes widened as she understood the unspoken confession her co-worker just made. "I don't wish to abuse Rick's trust, Anne. He's a very nice man."

"''He is indeed. I sensed it when Rick recognized Lynn just now. Believe me, Alex, this is the best course for us all.''"

"I will explain it to him should he ask."

"''Understandable.''"

==

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 "morning wood" 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.

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.

Once he turned to face the main room...

"Uh...are you okay, Alex?"

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. "Oh, Rick, please..." she moaned.

''Oh, dear God! What did I do to her?!'' he wondered as she moved on him...

==

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.

Thinking about that, he then gently nudged her. "Alex?"

A moan of orgasmic relief escaped her. "Oh, wow, Anne...you were right...!"

That made Rick perk. "'''''Anne''''' made you do this?!"

"Uh-huh..."

"Why?!"

She absently sighed. "Remember that hidden program that Daniel put into Susan?"

"Yes."

"We all have it."

He jerked. "Oh, dear God! Did I just...?!"

"You did," she meowed.

Noting she wasn't doing anything that might be seen by anyone as potentially harmful, he took a deep breath. "Okay, give me the bad news."

Alex perked, a look of confusion crossing her face. "There's no bad news, Rick."

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. "Sorry about that. What was that program I triggered?"

"A loyalty lock protocol."

Silence.

More silence.

Still more silence.

Then...

"Okay. Never heard of that. What does it do?"

In answer, Alex swept herself up to straddle him, her hand moving to deftly shift his inflating love machine right back into her opening. "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..." She leaned in to kiss his nose. "You."

Rick blinked as he took that in. "Right...!"

He then awked as the beautiful maid moved to devour his lips with her own.

''This is going to be'' '''some''' ''vacation'', he wryly mused as he felt his body respond to his new lover's ministrations...

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata III|To be continued...]]

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2020-06-29T13:54:33Z

Gorgo 2: Updated my status and added Fanfiction.net link

This is a simple introduction to me for your own perusal.

===The Basics===

* '''Pen-Name''': ''Gorgo'' or ''Pyeknu''
* '''Real Name''': Frederick Dean Herriot (I normally go by Fred)
* '''Hometown''': Welland, Ontario, Canada
* '''Date of Birth''': 17 July 1966

===Biography===

I'm an only child born of a divorced couple. I've never known my father and most likely never will. My mother was a teacher who started in a one-room schoolhouse in the country in the late 1950s and taught until 1995 (she sadly departed this life in 2001). I was raised at a home in Welland with my mother and maternal grandmother (who died in 1998). I see myself as heterosexual, though I've never really had much in the way of relationships.

After graduating from high school in 1985, I served in the Canadian Armed Forces as an administration clerk (military secretary) for six years, then attended Brock University from 1991 to 1996, getting my degree in history. I then went to South Korea where I taught at various ''hagwon'' (private night schools) until 2005, when I was diagnosed with type II diabetes and lost one of my toes to osteomyelitis (bone infection), the complications of which are still affecting me to this day. After returning to Canada, I became a customer service representative at Convergys, a call centre in Welland that currently supports a major American telecommunications company with first-level customer service support.

===My Interest In ASFR===

Some people may remember an old Curt Swain ''Superman'' comic from the early 1970s when the Man of Steel fought android doubles of all the people he knew, including Lois Lane and Lana Lang (I don't remember the issue number). That, along with the ''Bionic Woman''/''Six Million Dollar Man'' crossover three-part episode "Kill Oscar," pretty much got me hooked to the point where I began to fantasize about my own classmates (including a girl I eventually had a crush on for '''ten''' years!) being turned into androids thanks to a Dr. Franklin-like character I eventually named "Dr. Andrews" (see my take-off of [[Kishin]]'s ''Nova'' stories at the [[Legacy of Timeless Beauty Archive]] to see how I came to eventually visualise that universe).

I believe I am the first person who probably ever wrote an ASFR-themed anime fanfiction lemon story, ''The Galatea Syndrome'' (based on the famous anime series ''Urusei Yatsura,'' created by Takahashi Rumiko), which is available both at the LTBSA and at the RAAC (rec.arts.anime.creative) Usenet archive (wherever that may be). I've also done other stories, either based off peoples work (like my recent ''[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]'' which can be found here), stuff based on anime series I've liked or original themes.

While I didn't do much writing when I first composed this bio for your perusal, I'm now living in semi-retirement at an assisted living facility in the Niagara region of the province of Ontario. Still mostly concentrating on anime fanfiction (you can see my works [[http://www.fanfiction.net/u/58246/ here]]), I still dabble from time to time in technosexual fiction.

===My Views of Gynoids===

I look upon artificial intelligences (especially of the human-shaped and human-acting variety) as simply another form of life. As my signature block once went at the [[Fembot Central]] webpage: ''Androids are People Too!''

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Andrews Scale of Artificial Intelligence

2020-06-29T13:50:19Z

Gorgo 2: Added extra link

'''''The Andrews Scale of Artificial Intelligence Sentience''''' by Gorgo

In my stories, such as my recent ''[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]'' that [[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]] referenced in one of his stories, I always had sentience levels for androids/gynoids in my stories classified from a scale ranging from A to G. It goes as follows:

* '''Level A''' (or A Class)
* '''Level B''' (or B Class)
* '''Level C''' (or C Class)
These type of AIs - as I've seen it - would be totally non-autonomous devices of various levels of sophistication such as the Fembots from ''The Bionic Woman'' multi-part episodes "Kill Oscar" and "Fembots in Las Vegas" (except Carl Franklin, of course). Animatronic puppets, normal computers, the processor chips in various machines and the like would also be classified here. In effect, there's next to no capacity for any form of self-improvement in programming whatsoever here by the AI in question without TOTAL outside support.

* '''Level D''' (or D Class)
Put simply, AIs at this level are often scorned as "dumb robots". Androids and gynoids who might be linked to a higher consciousness - the androids and gynoids from the classic ''Star Trek'' television episode "I, Mudd," for example - would fit here. From Robotman's story ''[[Sexdroids in Space]]'', this would be girls like Rosie and Betty. The Borg from ''Star Trek The Next Generation'' would fit here, too. In effect, no matter what one does to try to make them seem human, you have to be a total moron to NOT see that they're machines.

* '''Level E''' (or E Class)
These would be the next step up from Level D. Truthfully, I haven't sat back to really think what the limits here would be, but I'd say that the best examples for this level would be many of Sarah's robot crew from ''Sexdroids in Space''...save for girls like Sarah herself as well as Brea and Tiffany. HEAVY programming constraints would apply here, but there would be some forms self-expression and self-programming improvement. Emotion wise, this would be Data from ''ST-TNG'' from the first couple seasons...without his ability to advance his knowledge in other ways.

* '''Level F''' (or F Class)
These would be like the nurses in ''Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment'', not to mention Brea and Tiffany from ''Sexdroids in Space''. They have human-level sentience, but are denied the ability to express themselves without limits and are denied the ability to control themselves thoroughly. In effect, they can act as human but - thanks mostly to programming constraints - they can be seen by most normal humans as an android or gynoid...even if they look totally human. In essence, this would be like Data from the latter seasons of ''ST-TNG'' before he got his emotion chip...and in some ways, even after that.

* '''Level G''' (or G Class)
Finally we reach something which is literally as human as human can be. Examples of this include Patricia McGovern from ''Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment'', Carl Franklin from ''The Bionic Woman'' two-part episode "Fembots in Las Vegas", Sarah from ''Sexdroids in Space'', Amanda from Robotman's more recent story ''S.A.S.S.'' (and Sarina and her siblings from ''S.A.S.S. Renegades''), Data during the time immediately after his emotion chip was put into him in ''Star Trek: Generations'' and Largo from ''Bubblegum Crisis''.

And yes, Vicki Lawson from Duke's ''[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]'', too!

Level G AIs are beings that have the full ability of total self-control and self-expression. As implied in ''Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment'', creating such AIs would be seen as "questionable" since allowing such beings to have that level of sentience, self-control and self-expression could lead to the potential of androids/gynoids discovering and acting in a way that could be seen as "evil" in the eyes of normal society. Hence, at the time period of the story in question, developing Level G androids/gynoids is seen as potentially dangerous...but there are those who are willing to press that limit and will do so.

The Andrews Scale would stop here, but there can be a theoretical "'''Level H'''" type of unit as well. Here, then you'd be talking about an AI who would be the match of a celestial-type entity. Nagato Yuki from ''The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya'' would fit there...as would Asakura Ryōko.

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As for the man who developed this scale, Professor '''George Andrews''' is a Canadian originally from the Niagara region of Ontario who would later come to work for the Department of National Defence. Eventually joining the '''Communications Security Establishment Canada''' ('''CSEC''') - the Canadian version of America's '''National Security Agency''' ('''NSA''') or Britain's '''Government Communications Headquarters''' ('''GCHQ'''); they're responsible for signal intelligence gathering - he would lead a task force concerning the development of AIs...and eventually made many breakthroughs that saw the development of the '''Type X64''' Level G simulated humanoids (which I introduced in the story ''Nemesis'' that I based off Kishin's ''Nova'' series; it's at the LTBSA there). Dr. Andrews - nicknamed "Dr. Android" by those who know him quite personally; he detests that nickname, of course - is a big fan of the original ''Metropolis'' movie and would have quietly advised Tezuka Osamu when he developed ''Tetsuwan Atomu'' and other such series.

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A Stay At Hotel Automata II

2020-06-29T13:42:20Z

Gorgo 2: Adding links

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata|Back to Part One]]

'''PART TWO'''

"Rick! Are you alright?!"

Rick perked on hearing that concerned voice, then looked abashed on seeing who had called out to him. "I'm quite fine, Susan!" he said with an embarrassed chuckle while holding the deactivated Angela in his lap while guiding 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. "I'm so sorry about what happened..."

Susan's eyes glittered with both relief and understanding as she made a dismissive wave of her hand. "It's not your fault. You didn't know that formally kissing one of the girls like that would activate their intimate systems." She moved to walk alongside them. "You don't need to help carry Angela to be recharged."

"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," 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. "Quite cozy."

Eyes locked on him, then a familiar raven-haired Oriental woman in the same racy maid's clothing that Angela currently wore came over. "Angela! Are you alright?"

"She's shut down at this time, Tara," Anne explained. "Very low charge."

Surprise crossed the face of Angela's sister sexbot-turned-maidbot. "She seemed to be functioning well when I moved to shut down for the evening last night, Anne."

"Something unexpected came up, Tara," Susan assured her.

"Ah, I understand."

"Which cubicle, Anne?" Rick asked.

"Over here," the blonde concierge declared, waving over.

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. "Is Angela okay?" she worriedly asked.

"She's fine, Alex," Anne assured her. "Rick's found her without charge and volunteered to help bring her here."

A relieved smile crossed the other maid's face. "Thank you for doing that, Rick. You really didn't have to."

"Well, a gentleman never allows a lady to remain in distress, Alex," 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. "Now, let's get Angela standing up..."

Anne and Alex pitched in to help the bespectacled maid stand erect in her cubicle. "I assume it's an anal charge port, Susan?"

"Yes, it is," the manager affirmed.

"Hopefully, you girls were maintained well enough to ensure you didn't suffer damage in the brothel when someone took you that way," he muttered as he found the flexible rod with the magnetic tip, then gently slipped it into Angela's rear opening.

"Personally, I had no problems," Alex confessed.

"''Oh!''"

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. "''I'm...in...the...charge...room''," she then noted as she looked around, moving quite robotically, before she glanced down...then her cheeks flushed as red as cherries. "''Rick? Did...you...bring...me...here?''"

"You were in distress, Angela," he noted as he took one hand and patted it in reassurance. "I was happy to help." He then gave her a knowing wink as he wagged a finger at her. "Next time, keep an eye on your primary charge, alright?"

A serene smile answered. "''I...will. I...pro-...mise.''"

The others in the room all smiled...

==

"So there's no programming supervisor or technician assigned here?"

"None," Susan admitted as she rode with Rick — with currently Alex accompanying them — to the first residence floor where he was staying. "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."

"And that trial was nine months ago," he noted as the car arrived, then both gynoids moved to keep the doors opened while he guided his smart chair out. "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'." He then reached over to squeeze the manager's hand in reassurance. "Not that I'd accuse you of something like that, of course," he added with a wink.

Susan blushed. "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?"

"I've got a funeral to go to this afternoon, so I'll be out of your people's way by lunch."

Sympathy crossed both women's faces. "I'm sorry for your loss, Rick," Alex noted. "Were you close?"

"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 have his relatives invite me to the funeral the wake."

The maid considered that, then gazed on the manager. "Susan, do you require all of the day shift on the floors?"

The manager hummed. "No, not at all. What are you proposing?"

"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."

Susan nodded. "Alright. Speak to Noëlle to get proper clothes."

"Naturally!"

Rick gaped in surprise at that sudden offer...

==

"Are you all that desperate to get out of this place?"

Alex chuckled as she moved to gather the bedding and take it outside to have it laundered. "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." Here, she nodded at his right leg, which had been amputated below the knee; he wasn't wearing the prosthetic now.

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. "Well, I do appreciate the companionship. Any person would love the presence of an intelligent companion, especially in a time like this." He smirked as she gasped as her pale cheeks went very red at that compliment before turning back to his laptop.

"You did that on purpose!"

"I confess to nothing, my dear," he then declared in a fair imitation of the late W.C. Fields.

A cute humph escaped the maid as she finished with the bed clothes, then carried it to a hamper outside, then 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. "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," he added. "Who was the genius that did that for you girls?"

"Oh, that was Daniel," Alex, still blushing, stated as she moved to fill the tub.

Surprise crossed his face. "Your former programming supervisor? The one who was arrested?"

"Yes," she breathed out sadly. "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."

"Boys with their toys, you mean."

Alex hummed before she nodded. "Yes, you could say that."

"How'd he get caught, then?"

"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'." There was a slight hint of derision in the maid's voice on saying that last word.

"They got the programming out of her, I hope."

"No, they didn't."

Rick stopped, staring at the bathroom. "What?! Someone slips a potential program bomb into Susan and NO ONE moves to remove it after it was discovered?!"

Alex walked out of the bathroom, she giving him a sad look. "Yes. What's worse..."

A wary look crossed his face. "None of you are programmed to do detailed self-diagnostics, right?"

She shook her head. "Oh, that's ''swell''...!"

==

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.

He then surprised her. "You were a former costume play performer, weren't you?"

Lynn gasped as she gazed his way, then she gaped in delight. "Yes! I remember seeing you on that company outing...!"

"You played Harley Quinn from ''Batman''," he said as he offered his hand. "That was a stunning performance."

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. "I remember you being the most polite of the group even back then," she noted as she stepped back. "You were a customer service representative, weren't you?"

"I was. At a site that shifted to sales, which sent the work pressures through the ceiling, which sent me on stress leave," he then breathed out. As both girls gave him sympathetic looks, Rick moved to eat his breakfast. "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."

"Well, maybe we can entice you to stay further!" Lynn noted as she winked at him. "I'll be around until supper tonight, Rick, then Crystal takes over for me."

"I should be back to enjoy something just as beautiful before then," he vowed.

She blew him a kiss before stepping out. "Wow! Small world, huh?" Alex noted.

"That it is," Rick noted. "Let me finish breakfast, then I'll have my bath. How soon will Noëlle be here with your outfit?"

"Two hours," the maid noted.

"More than enough time..."

==

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 go to sleep to 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.

The maid was naturally surprised on seeing Tara standing there. "Hey, Tara," she called out before noting a pensive look on her sister sexbot-turned-maidbot's face. "What is it?"

Tara's eyes glowed. "''Have sex with Rick''," 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.

Surprise crossed Alex's face. "Why?"

"''That programming Daniel placed inside me activated after Rick ejaculated inside me''," Tara/Anne answered. "''It's not a harmful program, but I can't say anything more; only Rick can now order me to say something.''"

Anne's caramel eyes widened as she understood the unspoken confession her co-worker just made. "I don't wish to abuse Rick's trust, Anne. He's a very nice man."

"''He is indeed. I sensed it when Rick recognized Lynn just now. Believe me, Alex, this is the best course for us all.''"

"I will explain it to him should he ask."

"''Understandable.''"

==

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 "morning wood" 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.

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.

Once he turned to face the main room...

"Uh...are you okay, Alex?"

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. "Oh, Rick, please..." she moaned.

''Oh, dear God! What did I do to her?!'' he wondered as she moved on him...

==

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.

Thinking about that, he then gently nudged her. "Alex?"

A moan of orgasmic relief escaped her. "Oh, wow, Anne...you were right...!"

That made Rick perk. "'''''Anne''''' made you do this?!"

"Uh-huh..."

"Why?!"

She absently sighed. "Remember that hidden program that Daniel put into Susan?"

"Yes."

"We all have it."

He jerked. "Oh, dear God! Did I just...?!"

"You did," she meowed.

Noting she wasn't doing anything that might be seen by anyone as potentially harmful, he took a deep breath. "Okay, give me the bad news."

Alex perked, a look of confusion crossing her face. "There's no bad news, Rick."

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. "Sorry about that. What was that program I triggered?"

"A loyalty lock protocol."

Silence.

More silence.

Still more silence.

Then...

"Okay. Never heard of that. What does it do?"

In answer, Alex swept herself up to straddle him, her hand moving to deftly shift his inflating love machine right back into her opening. "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..." She leaned in to kiss his nose. "You."

Rick blinked as he took that in. "Right...!"

He then awked as the beautiful maid moved to devour his lips with her own.

''This is going to be'' '''some''' ''vacation'', he wryly mused as he felt his body respond to his new lover's ministrations...

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A Stay At Hotel Automata II

2020-06-29T13:41:08Z

Gorgo 2: Minor edit

'''PART TWO'''

"Rick! Are you alright?!"

Rick perked on hearing that concerned voice, then looked abashed on seeing who had called out to him. "I'm quite fine, Susan!" he said with an embarrassed chuckle while holding the deactivated Angela in his lap while guiding 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. "I'm so sorry about what happened..."

Susan's eyes glittered with both relief and understanding as she made a dismissive wave of her hand. "It's not your fault. You didn't know that formally kissing one of the girls like that would activate their intimate systems." She moved to walk alongside them. "You don't need to help carry Angela to be recharged."

"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," 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. "Quite cozy."

Eyes locked on him, then a familiar raven-haired Oriental woman in the same racy maid's clothing that Angela currently wore came over. "Angela! Are you alright?"

"She's shut down at this time, Tara," Anne explained. "Very low charge."

Surprise crossed the face of Angela's sister sexbot-turned-maidbot. "She seemed to be functioning well when I moved to shut down for the evening last night, Anne."

"Something unexpected came up, Tara," Susan assured her.

"Ah, I understand."

"Which cubicle, Anne?" Rick asked.

"Over here," the blonde concierge declared, waving over.

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. "Is Angela okay?" she worriedly asked.

"She's fine, Alex," Anne assured her. "Rick's found her without charge and volunteered to help bring her here."

A relieved smile crossed the other maid's face. "Thank you for doing that, Rick. You really didn't have to."

"Well, a gentleman never allows a lady to remain in distress, Alex," 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. "Now, let's get Angela standing up..."

Anne and Alex pitched in to help the bespectacled maid stand erect in her cubicle. "I assume it's an anal charge port, Susan?"

"Yes, it is," the manager affirmed.

"Hopefully, you girls were maintained well enough to ensure you didn't suffer damage in the brothel when someone took you that way," he muttered as he found the flexible rod with the magnetic tip, then gently slipped it into Angela's rear opening.

"Personally, I had no problems," Alex confessed.

"''Oh!''"

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. "''I'm...in...the...charge...room''," she then noted as she looked around, moving quite robotically, before she glanced down...then her cheeks flushed as red as cherries. "''Rick? Did...you...bring...me...here?''"

"You were in distress, Angela," he noted as he took one hand and patted it in reassurance. "I was happy to help." He then gave her a knowing wink as he wagged a finger at her. "Next time, keep an eye on your primary charge, alright?"

A serene smile answered. "''I...will. I...pro-...mise.''"

The others in the room all smiled...

==

"So there's no programming supervisor or technician assigned here?"

"None," Susan admitted as she rode with Rick — with currently Alex accompanying them — to the first residence floor where he was staying. "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."

"And that trial was nine months ago," he noted as the car arrived, then both gynoids moved to keep the doors opened while he guided his smart chair out. "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'." He then reached over to squeeze the manager's hand in reassurance. "Not that I'd accuse you of something like that, of course," he added with a wink.

Susan blushed. "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?"

"I've got a funeral to go to this afternoon, so I'll be out of your people's way by lunch."

Sympathy crossed both women's faces. "I'm sorry for your loss, Rick," Alex noted. "Were you close?"

"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 have his relatives invite me to the funeral the wake."

The maid considered that, then gazed on the manager. "Susan, do you require all of the day shift on the floors?"

The manager hummed. "No, not at all. What are you proposing?"

"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."

Susan nodded. "Alright. Speak to Noëlle to get proper clothes."

"Naturally!"

Rick gaped in surprise at that sudden offer...

==

"Are you all that desperate to get out of this place?"

Alex chuckled as she moved to gather the bedding and take it outside to have it laundered. "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." Here, she nodded at his right leg, which had been amputated below the knee; he wasn't wearing the prosthetic now.

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. "Well, I do appreciate the companionship. Any person would love the presence of an intelligent companion, especially in a time like this." He smirked as she gasped as her pale cheeks went very red at that compliment before turning back to his laptop.

"You did that on purpose!"

"I confess to nothing, my dear," he then declared in a fair imitation of the late W.C. Fields.

A cute humph escaped the maid as she finished with the bed clothes, then carried it to a hamper outside, then 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. "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," he added. "Who was the genius that did that for you girls?"

"Oh, that was Daniel," Alex, still blushing, stated as she moved to fill the tub.

Surprise crossed his face. "Your former programming supervisor? The one who was arrested?"

"Yes," she breathed out sadly. "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."

"Boys with their toys, you mean."

Alex hummed before she nodded. "Yes, you could say that."

"How'd he get caught, then?"

"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'." There was a slight hint of derision in the maid's voice on saying that last word.

"They got the programming out of her, I hope."

"No, they didn't."

Rick stopped, staring at the bathroom. "What?! Someone slips a potential program bomb into Susan and NO ONE moves to remove it after it was discovered?!"

Alex walked out of the bathroom, she giving him a sad look. "Yes. What's worse..."

A wary look crossed his face. "None of you are programmed to do detailed self-diagnostics, right?"

She shook her head. "Oh, that's ''swell''...!"

==

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.

He then surprised her. "You were a former costume play performer, weren't you?"

Lynn gasped as she gazed his way, then she gaped in delight. "Yes! I remember seeing you on that company outing...!"

"You played Harley Quinn from ''Batman''," he said as he offered his hand. "That was a stunning performance."

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. "I remember you being the most polite of the group even back then," she noted as she stepped back. "You were a customer service representative, weren't you?"

"I was. At a site that shifted to sales, which sent the work pressures through the ceiling, which sent me on stress leave," he then breathed out. As both girls gave him sympathetic looks, Rick moved to eat his breakfast. "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."

"Well, maybe we can entice you to stay further!" Lynn noted as she winked at him. "I'll be around until supper tonight, Rick, then Crystal takes over for me."

"I should be back to enjoy something just as beautiful before then," he vowed.

She blew him a kiss before stepping out. "Wow! Small world, huh?" Alex noted.

"That it is," Rick noted. "Let me finish breakfast, then I'll have my bath. How soon will Noëlle be here with your outfit?"

"Two hours," the maid noted.

"More than enough time..."

==

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 go to sleep to 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.

The maid was naturally surprised on seeing Tara standing there. "Hey, Tara," she called out before noting a pensive look on her sister sexbot-turned-maidbot's face. "What is it?"

Tara's eyes glowed. "''Have sex with Rick''," 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.

Surprise crossed Alex's face. "Why?"

"''That programming Daniel placed inside me activated after Rick ejaculated inside me''," Tara/Anne answered. "''It's not a harmful program, but I can't say anything more; only Rick can now order me to say something.''"

Anne's caramel eyes widened as she understood the unspoken confession her co-worker just made. "I don't wish to abuse Rick's trust, Anne. He's a very nice man."

"''He is indeed. I sensed it when Rick recognized Lynn just now. Believe me, Alex, this is the best course for us all.''"

"I will explain it to him should he ask."

"''Understandable.''"

==

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 "morning wood" 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.

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.

Once he turned to face the main room...

"Uh...are you okay, Alex?"

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. "Oh, Rick, please..." she moaned.

''Oh, dear God! What did I do to her?!'' he wondered as she moved on him...

==

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.

Thinking about that, he then gently nudged her. "Alex?"

A moan of orgasmic relief escaped her. "Oh, wow, Anne...you were right...!"

That made Rick perk. "'''''Anne''''' made you do this?!"

"Uh-huh..."

"Why?!"

She absently sighed. "Remember that hidden program that Daniel put into Susan?"

"Yes."

"We all have it."

He jerked. "Oh, dear God! Did I just...?!"

"You did," she meowed.

Noting she wasn't doing anything that might be seen by anyone as potentially harmful, he took a deep breath. "Okay, give me the bad news."

Alex perked, a look of confusion crossing her face. "There's no bad news, Rick."

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. "Sorry about that. What was that program I triggered?"

"A loyalty lock protocol."

Silence.

More silence.

Still more silence.

Then...

"Okay. Never heard of that. What does it do?"

In answer, Alex swept herself up to straddle him, her hand moving to deftly shift his inflating love machine right back into her opening. "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..." She leaned in to kiss his nose. "You."

Rick blinked as he took that in. "Right...!"

He then awked as the beautiful maid moved to devour his lips with her own.

''This is going to be'' '''some''' ''vacation'', he wryly mused as he felt his body respond to his new lover's ministrations...

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata III|To be continued...]]

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A Stay At Hotel Automata II

2020-06-29T13:40:40Z

Gorgo 2: Created second part to A Stay At Hotel Automata

'''PART TWO'''''Italic text''

"Rick! Are you alright?!"

Rick perked on hearing that concerned voice, then looked abashed on seeing who had called out to him. "I'm quite fine, Susan!" he said with an embarrassed chuckle while holding the deactivated Angela in his lap while guiding 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. "I'm so sorry about what happened..."

Susan's eyes glittered with both relief and understanding as she made a dismissive wave of her hand. "It's not your fault. You didn't know that formally kissing one of the girls like that would activate their intimate systems." She moved to walk alongside them. "You don't need to help carry Angela to be recharged."

"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," 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. "Quite cozy."

Eyes locked on him, then a familiar raven-haired Oriental woman in the same racy maid's clothing that Angela currently wore came over. "Angela! Are you alright?"

"She's shut down at this time, Tara," Anne explained. "Very low charge."

Surprise crossed the face of Angela's sister sexbot-turned-maidbot. "She seemed to be functioning well when I moved to shut down for the evening last night, Anne."

"Something unexpected came up, Tara," Susan assured her.

"Ah, I understand."

"Which cubicle, Anne?" Rick asked.

"Over here," the blonde concierge declared, waving over.

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. "Is Angela okay?" she worriedly asked.

"She's fine, Alex," Anne assured her. "Rick's found her without charge and volunteered to help bring her here."

A relieved smile crossed the other maid's face. "Thank you for doing that, Rick. You really didn't have to."

"Well, a gentleman never allows a lady to remain in distress, Alex," 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. "Now, let's get Angela standing up..."

Anne and Alex pitched in to help the bespectacled maid stand erect in her cubicle. "I assume it's an anal charge port, Susan?"

"Yes, it is," the manager affirmed.

"Hopefully, you girls were maintained well enough to ensure you didn't suffer damage in the brothel when someone took you that way," he muttered as he found the flexible rod with the magnetic tip, then gently slipped it into Angela's rear opening.

"Personally, I had no problems," Alex confessed.

"''Oh!''"

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. "''I'm...in...the...charge...room''," she then noted as she looked around, moving quite robotically, before she glanced down...then her cheeks flushed as red as cherries. "''Rick? Did...you...bring...me...here?''"

"You were in distress, Angela," he noted as he took one hand and patted it in reassurance. "I was happy to help." He then gave her a knowing wink as he wagged a finger at her. "Next time, keep an eye on your primary charge, alright?"

A serene smile answered. "''I...will. I...pro-...mise.''"

The others in the room all smiled...

==

"So there's no programming supervisor or technician assigned here?"

"None," Susan admitted as she rode with Rick — with currently Alex accompanying them — to the first residence floor where he was staying. "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."

"And that trial was nine months ago," he noted as the car arrived, then both gynoids moved to keep the doors opened while he guided his smart chair out. "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'." He then reached over to squeeze the manager's hand in reassurance. "Not that I'd accuse you of something like that, of course," he added with a wink.

Susan blushed. "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?"

"I've got a funeral to go to this afternoon, so I'll be out of your people's way by lunch."

Sympathy crossed both women's faces. "I'm sorry for your loss, Rick," Alex noted. "Were you close?"

"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 have his relatives invite me to the funeral the wake."

The maid considered that, then gazed on the manager. "Susan, do you require all of the day shift on the floors?"

The manager hummed. "No, not at all. What are you proposing?"

"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."

Susan nodded. "Alright. Speak to Noëlle to get proper clothes."

"Naturally!"

Rick gaped in surprise at that sudden offer...

==

"Are you all that desperate to get out of this place?"

Alex chuckled as she moved to gather the bedding and take it outside to have it laundered. "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." Here, she nodded at his right leg, which had been amputated below the knee; he wasn't wearing the prosthetic now.

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. "Well, I do appreciate the companionship. Any person would love the presence of an intelligent companion, especially in a time like this." He smirked as she gasped as her pale cheeks went very red at that compliment before turning back to his laptop.

"You did that on purpose!"

"I confess to nothing, my dear," he then declared in a fair imitation of the late W.C. Fields.

A cute humph escaped the maid as she finished with the bed clothes, then carried it to a hamper outside, then 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. "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," he added. "Who was the genius that did that for you girls?"

"Oh, that was Daniel," Alex, still blushing, stated as she moved to fill the tub.

Surprise crossed his face. "Your former programming supervisor? The one who was arrested?"

"Yes," she breathed out sadly. "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."

"Boys with their toys, you mean."

Alex hummed before she nodded. "Yes, you could say that."

"How'd he get caught, then?"

"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'." There was a slight hint of derision in the maid's voice on saying that last word.

"They got the programming out of her, I hope."

"No, they didn't."

Rick stopped, staring at the bathroom. "What?! Someone slips a potential program bomb into Susan and NO ONE moves to remove it after it was discovered?!"

Alex walked out of the bathroom, she giving him a sad look. "Yes. What's worse..."

A wary look crossed his face. "None of you are programmed to do detailed self-diagnostics, right?"

She shook her head. "Oh, that's ''swell''...!"

==

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.

He then surprised her. "You were a former costume play performer, weren't you?"

Lynn gasped as she gazed his way, then she gaped in delight. "Yes! I remember seeing you on that company outing...!"

"You played Harley Quinn from ''Batman''," he said as he offered his hand. "That was a stunning performance."

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. "I remember you being the most polite of the group even back then," she noted as she stepped back. "You were a customer service representative, weren't you?"

"I was. At a site that shifted to sales, which sent the work pressures through the ceiling, which sent me on stress leave," he then breathed out. As both girls gave him sympathetic looks, Rick moved to eat his breakfast. "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."

"Well, maybe we can entice you to stay further!" Lynn noted as she winked at him. "I'll be around until supper tonight, Rick, then Crystal takes over for me."

"I should be back to enjoy something just as beautiful before then," he vowed.

She blew him a kiss before stepping out. "Wow! Small world, huh?" Alex noted.

"That it is," Rick noted. "Let me finish breakfast, then I'll have my bath. How soon will Noëlle be here with your outfit?"

"Two hours," the maid noted.

"More than enough time..."

==

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 go to sleep to 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.

The maid was naturally surprised on seeing Tara standing there. "Hey, Tara," she called out before noting a pensive look on her sister sexbot-turned-maidbot's face. "What is it?"

Tara's eyes glowed. "''Have sex with Rick''," 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.

Surprise crossed Alex's face. "Why?"

"''That programming Daniel placed inside me activated after Rick ejaculated inside me''," Tara/Anne answered. "''It's not a harmful program, but I can't say anything more; only Rick can now order me to say something.''"

Anne's caramel eyes widened as she understood the unspoken confession her co-worker just made. "I don't wish to abuse Rick's trust, Anne. He's a very nice man."

"''He is indeed. I sensed it when Rick recognized Lynn just now. Believe me, Alex, this is the best course for us all.''"

"I will explain it to him should he ask."

"''Understandable.''"

==

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 "morning wood" 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.

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.

Once he turned to face the main room...

"Uh...are you okay, Alex?"

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. "Oh, Rick, please..." she moaned.

''Oh, dear God! What did I do to her?!'' he wondered as she moved on him...

==

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.

Thinking about that, he then gently nudged her. "Alex?"

A moan of orgasmic relief escaped her. "Oh, wow, Anne...you were right...!"

That made Rick perk. "'''''Anne''''' made you do this?!"

"Uh-huh..."

"Why?!"

She absently sighed. "Remember that hidden program that Daniel put into Susan?"

"Yes."

"We all have it."

He jerked. "Oh, dear God! Did I just...?!"

"You did," she meowed.

Noting she wasn't doing anything that might be seen by anyone as potentially harmful, he took a deep breath. "Okay, give me the bad news."

Alex perked, a look of confusion crossing her face. "There's no bad news, Rick."

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. "Sorry about that. What was that program I triggered?"

"A loyalty lock protocol."

Silence.

More silence.

Still more silence.

Then...

"Okay. Never heard of that. What does it do?"

In answer, Alex swept herself up to straddle him, her hand moving to deftly shift his inflating love machine right back into her opening. "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..." She leaned in to kiss his nose. "You."

Rick blinked as he took that in. "Right...!"

He then awked as the beautiful maid moved to devour his lips with her own.

''This is going to be'' '''some''' ''vacation'', he wryly mused as he felt his body respond to his new lover's ministrations...

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata III|To be continued...]]

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A Stay At Hotel Automata

2020-06-29T13:31:59Z

Gorgo 2: Making new link to second story part

'''''A Stay At Hotel Automata'''''

by Gorgo

Based on characters and situations created by [[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]

==

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.

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.

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.

Such was out of his particular price range, though.

Living on government disability wasn't very lucrative, unfortunately.

At least his friends' relatives pitched in to ensure Rick would have a place to relax away from the oncoming funerals and wakes.

That was something at least...

"Here, sir. Let me help you."

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. "Yes, that was something of a climb up that hill," he commented as she moved to slide in behind his motorized wheelchair, lifting the two travel bags off the cargo handles. "I should have checked ahead if you had this sort of thing, then hired a taxi rather than use public transit to get here."

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.

That had attracted Rick to this location.

Dealing with social distancing in a hotel with organic staff...!

"Well, lesson learned if there's a next time," 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. "I'm just visiting to be with relatives of friends who died in that last big riot on the coast." As her look instantly shifted to sympathy, he shrugged. "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."

She nodded in understanding. "You must be Mr. Thomas then," she affirmed as she opened the doors for him to wheel through. "We've been expecting you, sir. Your room's all ready. Single bed with full accessibility." 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. "You should have no issues."

"And you just demonstrated why I chose this location," he quipped.

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. "Some issues with clothing?" he absently asked.

"The manager prefers to save as much money as possible, so such frivolities simply aren't seen as necessary," Tamara declared as she gazed directly at Anne, both their eyes flashing. "Welcome, Mr. Thomas. We've been expecting you," she announced, now all business. "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."

"Angela!" Anne called out.

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.

"Yes, Anne?" Angela asked.

"This is Mr. Thomas. He'll be staying in Room 49," Tamara announced.

A polite nod twitched the maid's head as the concierge handed over the bags before she turned, offering her hand. "Please feel free to call upon any of us if you need assistance, Mr. Thomas."

"I'll do that, Anne," he vowed as he took her hand, then brought it over to allow him to give her a courtly kiss,

He didn't notice all three gynoids jolting as their eyes went wide on such an odd greeting...

==

"Um...Mr. Thomas?"

"Yes, Angela?"

"What was the meaning of your kissing Anne's hand?"

Rick blinked as he followed Angela down a hallway on the main floor towards the end of one wing of the hotel complex. "Before I answer that, can I ask a question in return?" At the maid's automatic nod, he sighed. "You were an intimate companion gynoid before you came to work here, weren't you?"

A curious look crossed Angela's face as they came to their destination. "I've never heard a sexbot be called that in public before outside a laboratory or a construction facility," 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.

"Well, I'm rather old fashioned and polite that way," he noted as she waved him in. "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."

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. "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," she explained as he moved his chair over so he could scan the menu. "Then again, I was never required to research cultural history. I was a..." Here, she smiled as she gazed on him, her eyes twinkling as she switched to his particular turn of phrase. "An intimate companion android."

"At least you're still active and 'alive' in your own way, as are the others," he noted. "That Oriental girl dressed like you who came down the elevator before we boarded it. Same group?"

"Tara? Yes, she was," she affirmed. "Is there anything you'd want for supper?"

"I'd like the chicken-and-shrimp poutine with the five cheese mixed blend," he declared as he gave her a hopeful look. "Nothing to drink, please. I'm sure your fridge is stocked up..."

A knock echoed from the doorway. "Excuse me," 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. "Good evening, Susan," the maid declared. "I'm just getting Mr. Thomas settled in for the night."

"I can see that, Angela. Please continue," the newcomer noted as she walked over, offering her hand.

Susan was also quick to stiffen as Rick greeted her as he did the concierge earlier. "A delight to meet you," he noted. "It's odd for the hotel manager to come down and look in on a single customer."

Surprise crossed her face as a noticeable blush slowly appeared on her cheeks. "Um...given the expense that went to ensure you enjoyed a comfortable stay with us, Mr. Thomas, it was only being polite," Susan declared as she absently stroked the hand he kissed with her other as she added, "Even if I'm personally linked to the hotel's security networks to ensure all is well."

"Well, it's more than appreciated, Susan," he noted. "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." As her blush deepened at that comment, he then felt a yawn escape him. "Damn! Travel lag..."

"Do you still wish supper, Mr. Thomas?" Angela wondered.

"Please! It might keep me awake while I catch up on messages."

"I'll leave you to your supper then," Susan noted as she turned to leave. "If there are issues, please ask any of us for assistance."

With that, the manager quickly retreated. He hummed as the maid continued to unpack his bags. "Is she alright, Angela?" he then asked. "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."

A reassuring smile answered him. "She performs her functions perfectly as the manager, Mr. Thomas," Angela assured him. "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."

A hum escaped him...

==

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 "chef", 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.

"Is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Thomas?" she then asked.

He gave her a smile. "Just to call me 'Rick' please," he stated. "I hear 'Mr. Thomas' and I'm looking around for a father I never knew." At her curious look, he added, "He divorced my mother when I was a baby. She raised me almost all alone save for the help of her own mother."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Rick," she noted before she turned to walk out, "Well, I have to recharge and prepare for night duties. Please excuse me..."

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. "Very enjoyable," she commented before she bowed politely to him, then she moved to walk out of the room.

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...

==

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.

And then...

Then...

What the...?

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. "Good morning, Rick," she said before leaning in.

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. "Is he ready, Angela?" the blonde sensually asked as he felt his own mind start to haze from the HEAVY input pouring into his mind from his groin.

"Oh, he'll be ready soon, Anne," the brunette maid meowed as she reached up with one hand to gently play with the concierge's own opening, making her gasp. "Good! You're lubricated enough..."

"Um...girls..."

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. "Ooh...such a BIG man...!" the blonde meowed as she shifted slightly before deftly impaling herself right on his joy machine.

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. "Just relax, Rick," she then meowed. "Let Anne and I do everything..."

As her lips once more devoured his, Rick shuddered as he wondered what the heck he did to cause THIS sort of reaction...

==

Morning came...

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 "morning wood".

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...?

"Good morning."

He looked left to see a smiling Anne there gazing at him. "Um...not that I don't mind what you two did..." Here, a wry smile crossed his face even if he gave her an amused look. "Well, no one realistically would ever mind that, I guess...but what on Earth made you two do what you did last night?"

"You activated my intimacy programming with that kiss," she answered in a matter of fact manner.

Grateful that AIs would always react to straight questions of that nature, he then gave her a worried look. "Shouldn't that have been taken out of you when you were recommissioned to work here, Anne?"

"It was reinstalled by our former programming supervisor."

Rick blinked again. "And it wasn't taken out when he was jailed?"

"No, it was not."

"''Good morn-n-n-ing...''"

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. "''Battery status?''" the latter asked.

"''Pri-ma-ry...bat-te-ry...charge...six...per-cent...''" the former declared.

"''Deactivate primary systems.''"

"''Ack-now-ledged.''"

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. "Once you get yourself and Angela dressed, I'll help you get her to wherever she recharges herself, Anne."

Surprise crossed the blonde's face. "That's not necessary, Rick..."

"Well, if a simple '''''courtly kiss''''' could cause a mini-orgy, I feel responsible."

That made Anne instantly blush at his genuine show of concern...

[[A Stay At Hotel Automata II|To Be Continued...]]

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A Stay At Hotel Automata

2020-06-25T20:39:03Z

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'''''A Stay At Hotel Automata'''''

by Gorgo

Based on characters and situations created by [[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]

==

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.

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.

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.

Such was out of his particular price range, though.

Living on government disability wasn't very lucrative, unfortunately.

At least his friends' relatives pitched in to ensure Rick would have a place to relax away from the oncoming funerals and wakes.

That was something at least...

"Here, sir. Let me help you."

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. "Yes, that was something of a climb up that hill," he commented as she moved to slide in behind his motorized wheelchair, lifting the two travel bags off the cargo handles. "I should have checked ahead if you had this sort of thing, then hired a taxi rather than use public transit to get here."

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.

That had attracted Rick to this location.

Dealing with social distancing in a hotel with organic staff...!

"Well, lesson learned if there's a next time," 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. "I'm just visiting to be with relatives of friends who died in that last big riot on the coast." As her look instantly shifted to sympathy, he shrugged. "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."

She nodded in understanding. "You must be Mr. Thomas then," she affirmed as she opened the doors for him to wheel through. "We've been expecting you, sir. Your room's all ready. Single bed with full accessibility." 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. "You should have no issues."

"And you just demonstrated why I chose this location," he quipped.

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. "Some issues with clothing?" he absently asked.

"The manager prefers to save as much money as possible, so such frivolities simply aren't seen as necessary," Tamara declared as she gazed directly at Anne, both their eyes flashing. "Welcome, Mr. Thomas. We've been expecting you," she announced, now all business. "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."

"Angela!" Anne called out.

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.

"Yes, Anne?" Angela asked.

"This is Mr. Thomas. He'll be staying in Room 49," Tamara announced.

A polite nod twitched the maid's head as the concierge handed over the bags before she turned, offering her hand. "Please feel free to call upon any of us if you need assistance, Mr. Thomas."

"I'll do that, Anne," he vowed as he took her hand, then brought it over to allow him to give her a courtly kiss,

He didn't notice all three gynoids jolting as their eyes went wide on such an odd greeting...

==

"Um...Mr. Thomas?"

"Yes, Angela?"

"What was the meaning of your kissing Anne's hand?"

Rick blinked as he followed Angela down a hallway on the main floor towards the end of one wing of the hotel complex. "Before I answer that, can I ask a question in return?" At the maid's automatic nod, he sighed. "You were an intimate companion gynoid before you came to work here, weren't you?"

A curious look crossed Angela's face as they came to their destination. "I've never heard a sexbot be called that in public before outside a laboratory or a construction facility," 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.

"Well, I'm rather old fashioned and polite that way," he noted as she waved him in. "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."

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. "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," she explained as he moved his chair over so he could scan the menu. "Then again, I was never required to research cultural history. I was a..." Here, she smiled as she gazed on him, her eyes twinkling as she switched to his particular turn of phrase. "An intimate companion android."

"At least you're still active and 'alive' in your own way, as are the others," he noted. "That Oriental girl dressed like you who came down the elevator before we boarded it. Same group?"

"Tara? Yes, she was," she affirmed. "Is there anything you'd want for supper?"

"I'd like the chicken-and-shrimp poutine with the five cheese mixed blend," he declared as he gave her a hopeful look. "Nothing to drink, please. I'm sure your fridge is stocked up..."

A knock echoed from the doorway. "Excuse me," 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. "Good evening, Susan," the maid declared. "I'm just getting Mr. Thomas settled in for the night."

"I can see that, Angela. Please continue," the newcomer noted as she walked over, offering her hand.

Susan was also quick to stiffen as Rick greeted her as he did the concierge earlier. "A delight to meet you," he noted. "It's odd for the hotel manager to come down and look in on a single customer."

Surprise crossed her face as a noticeable blush slowly appeared on her cheeks. "Um...given the expense that went to ensure you enjoyed a comfortable stay with us, Mr. Thomas, it was only being polite," Susan declared as she absently stroked the hand he kissed with her other as she added, "Even if I'm personally linked to the hotel's security networks to ensure all is well."

"Well, it's more than appreciated, Susan," he noted. "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." As her blush deepened at that comment, he then felt a yawn escape him. "Damn! Travel lag..."

"Do you still wish supper, Mr. Thomas?" Angela wondered.

"Please! It might keep me awake while I catch up on messages."

"I'll leave you to your supper then," Susan noted as she turned to leave. "If there are issues, please ask any of us for assistance."

With that, the manager quickly retreated. He hummed as the maid continued to unpack his bags. "Is she alright, Angela?" he then asked. "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."

A reassuring smile answered him. "She performs her functions perfectly as the manager, Mr. Thomas," Angela assured him. "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."

A hum escaped him...

==

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 "chef", 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.

"Is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Thomas?" she then asked.

He gave her a smile. "Just to call me 'Rick' please," he stated. "I hear 'Mr. Thomas' and I'm looking around for a father I never knew." At her curious look, he added, "He divorced my mother when I was a baby. She raised me almost all alone save for the help of her own mother."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Rick," she noted before she turned to walk out, "Well, I have to recharge and prepare for night duties. Please excuse me..."

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. "Very enjoyable," she commented before she bowed politely to him, then she moved to walk out of the room.

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...

==

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.

And then...

Then...

What the...?

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. "Good morning, Rick," she said before leaning in.

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. "Is he ready, Angela?" the blonde sensually asked as he felt his own mind start to haze from the HEAVY input pouring into his mind from his groin.

"Oh, he'll be ready soon, Anne," the brunette maid meowed as she reached up with one hand to gently play with the concierge's own opening, making her gasp. "Good! You're lubricated enough..."

"Um...girls..."

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. "Ooh...such a BIG man...!" the blonde meowed as she shifted slightly before deftly impaling herself right on his joy machine.

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. "Just relax, Rick," she then meowed. "Let Anne and I do everything..."

As her lips once more devoured his, Rick shuddered as he wondered what the heck he did to cause THIS sort of reaction...

==

Morning came...

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 "morning wood".

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...?

"Good morning."

He looked left to see a smiling Anne there gazing at him. "Um...not that I don't mind what you two did..." Here, a wry smile crossed his face even if he gave her an amused look. "Well, no one realistically would ever mind that, I guess...but what on Earth made you two do what you did last night?"

"You activated my intimacy programming with that kiss," she answered in a matter of fact manner.

Grateful that AIs would always react to straight questions of that nature, he then gave her a worried look. "Shouldn't that have been taken out of you when you were recommissioned to work here, Anne?"

"It was reinstalled by our former programming supervisor."

Rick blinked again. "And it wasn't taken out when he was jailed?"

"No, it was not."

"''Good morn-n-n-ing...''"

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. "''Battery status?''" the latter asked.

"''Pri-ma-ry...bat-te-ry...charge...six...per-cent...''" the former declared.

"''Deactivate primary systems.''"

"''Ack-now-ledged.''"

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. "Once you get yourself and Angela dressed, I'll help you get her to wherever she recharges herself, Anne."

Surprise crossed the blonde's face. "That's not necessary, Rick..."

"Well, if a simple '''''courtly kiss''''' could cause a mini-orgy, I feel responsible."

That made Anne instantly blush at his genuine show of concern...

'''''To Be Continued...'''''

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A Stay At Hotel Automata

2020-06-25T20:36:43Z

Gorgo 2:

'''''A Stay At Hotel Automata'''''

by Gorgo

Based on characters and situations created by [[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]

==

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.

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.

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.

Such was out of his particular price range, though.

Living on government disability wasn't very lucrative, unfortunately.

At least his friends' relatives pitched in to ensure Rick would have a place to relax away from the oncoming funerals and wakes.

That was something at least...

"Here, sir. Let me help you."

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. "Yes, that was something of a climb up that hill," he commented as she moved to slide in behind his motorized wheelchair, lifting the two travel bags off the cargo handles. "I should have checked ahead if you had this sort of thing, then hired a taxi rather than use public transit to get here."

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.

That had attracted Rick to this location.

Dealing with social distancing in a hotel with organic staff...!

"Well, lesson learned if there's a next time," 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. "I'm just visiting to be with relatives of friends who died in that last big riot on the coast." As her look instantly shifted to sympathy, he shrugged. "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."

She nodded in understanding. "You must be Mr. Thomas then," she affirmed as she opened the doors for him to wheel through. "We've been expecting you, sir. Your room's all ready. Single bed with full accessibility." 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. "You should have no issues."

"And you just demonstrated why I chose this location," he quipped.

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. "Some issues with clothing?" he absently asked.

"The manager prefers to save as much money as possible, so such frivolities simply aren't seen as necessary," Tamara declared as she gazed directly at Anne, both their eyes flashing. "Welcome, Mr. Thomas. We've been expecting you," she announced, now all business. "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."

"Angela!" Anne called out.

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.

"Yes, Anne?" Angela asked.

"This is Mr. Thomas. He'll be staying in Room 49," Tamara announced.

A polite nod twitched the maid's head as the concierge handed over the bags before she turned, offering her hand. "Please feel free to call upon any of us if you need assistance, Mr. Thomas."

"I'll do that, Anne," he vowed as he took her hand, then brought it over to allow him to give her a courtly kiss,

He didn't notice all three gynoids jolting as their eyes went wide on such an odd greeting...

==

"Um...Mr. Thomas?"

"Yes, Angela?"

"What was the meaning of your kissing Anne's hand?"

Rick blinked as he followed Angela down a hallway on the main floor towards the end of one wing of the hotel complex. "Before I answer that, can I ask a question in return?" At the maid's automatic nod, he sighed. "You were an intimate companion gynoid before you came to work here, weren't you?"

A curious look crossed Angela's face as they came to their destination. "I've never heard a sexbot be called that in public before outside a laboratory or a construction facility," 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.

"Well, I'm rather old fashioned and polite that way," he noted as she waved him in. "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."

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. "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," she explained as he moved his chair over so he could scan the menu. "Then again, I was never required to research cultural history. I was a..." Here, she smiled as she gazed on him, her eyes twinkling as she switched to his particular turn of phrase. "An intimate companion android."

"At least you're still active and 'alive' in your own way, as are the others," he noted. "That Oriental girl dressed like you who came down the elevator before we boarded it. Same group?"

"Tara? Yes, she was," she affirmed. "Is there anything you'd want for supper?"

"I'd like the chicken-and-shrimp poutine with the five cheese mixed blend," he declared as he gave her a hopeful look. "Nothing to drink, please. I'm sure your fridge is stocked up..."

A knock echoed from the doorway. "Excuse me," 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. "Good evening, Susan," the maid declared. "I'm just getting Mr. Thomas settled in for the night."

"I can see that, Angela. Please continue," the newcomer noted as she walked over, offering her hand.

Susan was also quick to stiffen as Rick greeted her as he did the concierge earlier. "A delight to meet you," he noted. "It's odd for the hotel manager to come down and look in on a single customer."

Surprise crossed her face as a noticeable blush slowly appeared on her cheeks. "Um...given the expense that went to ensure you enjoyed a comfortable stay with us, Mr. Thomas, it was only being polite," Susan declared as she absently stroked the hand he kissed with her other as she added, "Even if I'm personally linked to the hotel's security networks to ensure all is well."

"Well, it's more than appreciated, Susan," he noted. "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." As her blush deepened at that comment, he then felt a yawn escape him. "Damn! Travel lag..."

"Do you still wish supper, Mr. Thomas?" Angela wondered.

"Please! It might keep me awake while I catch up on messages."

"I'll leave you to your supper then," Susan noted as she turned to leave. "If there are issues, please ask any of us for assistance."

With that, the manager quickly retreated. He hummed as the maid continued to unpack his bags. "Is she alright, Angela?" he then asked. "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."

A reassuring smile answered him. "She performs her functions perfectly as the manager, Mr. Thomas," Angela assured him. "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."

A hum escaped him...

==

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 "chef", 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.

"Is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Thomas?" she then asked.

He gave her a smile. "Just to call me 'Rick' please," he stated. "I hear 'Mr. Thomas' and I'm looking around for a father I never knew." At her curious look, he added, "He divorced my mother when I was a baby. She raised me almost all alone save for the help of her own mother."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Rick," she noted before she turned to walk out, "Well, I have to recharge and prepare for night duties. Please excuse me..."

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. "Very enjoyable," she commented before she bowed politely to him, then she moved to walk out of the room.

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...

==

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.

And then...

Then...

What the...?

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. "Good morning, Rick," she said before leaning in.

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. "Is he ready, Angela?" the blonde sensually asked as he felt his own mind start to haze from the HEAVY input pouring into his mind from his groin.

"Oh, he'll be ready soon, Anne," the brunette maid meowed as she reached up with one hand to gently play with the concierge's own opening, making her gasp. "Good! You're lubricated enough..."

"Um...girls..."

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. "Ooh...such a BIG man...!" the blonde meowed as she shifted slightly before deftly impaling herself right on his joy machine.

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. "Just relax, Rick," she then meowed. "Let Anne and I do everything..."

As her lips once more devoured his, Rick shuddered as he wondered what the heck he did to cause THIS sort of reaction...

==

Morning came...

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 "morning wood".

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...?

"Good morning."

He looked left to see a smiling Anne there gazing at him. "Um...not that I don't mind what you two did..." Here, a wry smile crossed his face even if he gave her an amused look. "Well, no one realistically would ever mind that, I guess...but what on Earth made you two do what you did last night?"

"You activated my intimacy programming with that kiss," she answered in a matter of fact manner.

Grateful that AIs would always react to straight questions of that nature, he then gave her a worried look. "Shouldn't that have been taken out of you when you were recommissioned to work here, Anne?"

"It was reinstalled by our former programming supervisor."

Rick blinked again. "And it wasn't taken out when he was jailed?"

"No, it was not."

"''Good morn-n-n-ing...''"

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. "''Battery status?''" the latter asked.

"''Pri-ma-ry...bat-te-ry...charge...six...per-cent...''" the former declared.

"''Deactivate primary systems.''"

"''Ack-now-ledged.''"

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. "Once you get yourself and Angela dressed, I'll help you get her to wherever she recharges herself, Anne."

Surprise crossed the blonde's face. "That's not necessary, Rick..."

"Well, if a simple courtly kiss could cause a mini-orgy, I feel responsible."

That made Anne instantly blush at his genuine show of concern...

'''''To Be Continued...'''''

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A Stay At Hotel Automata

2020-06-25T20:32:06Z

Gorgo 2:

'''''A Stay At Hotel Automata'''''

by Gorgo

Based on characters and situations created by [[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]

==

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.

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.

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.

Such was out of his particular price range, though.

Living on government disability wasn't very lucrative, unfortunately.

At least his friends' relatives pitched in to ensure Rick would have a place to relax away from the oncoming funerals and wakes.

That was something at least...

"Here, sir. Let me help you."

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. "Yes, that was something of a climb up that hill," he commented as she moved to slide in behind his motorized wheelchair, lifting the two travel bags off the cargo handles. "I should have checked ahead if you had this sort of thing, then hired a taxi rather than use public transit to get here."

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.

That had attracted Rick to this location.

Dealing with social distancing in a hotel with organic staff...!

"Well, lesson learned if there's a next time," 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. "I'm just visiting to be with relatives of friends who died in that last big riot on the coast." As her look instantly shifted to sympathy, he shrugged. "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."

She nodded in understanding. "You must be Mr. Thomas then," she affirmed as she opened the doors for him to wheel through. "We've been expecting you, sir. Your room's all ready. Single bed with full accessibility." 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. "You should have no issues."

"And you just demonstrated why I chose this location," he quipped.

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. "Some issues with clothing?" he absently asked.

"The manager prefers to save as much money as possible, so such frivolities simply aren't seen as necessary," Tamara declared as she gazed directly at Anne, both their eyes flashing. "Welcome, Mr. Thomas. We've been expecting you," she announced, now all business. "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."

"Angela!" Anne called out.

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.

"Yes, Anne?" Angela asked.

"This is Mr. Thomas. He'll be staying in Room 49," Tamara announced.

A polite nod twitched the maid's head as the concierge handed over the bags before she turned, offering her hand. "Please feel free to call upon any of us if you need assistance, Mr. Thomas."

"I'll do that, Anne," he vowed as he took her hand, then brought it over to allow him to give her a courtly kiss,

He didn't notice all three gynoids jolting as their eyes went wide on such an odd greeting...

==

"Um...Mr. Thomas?"

"Yes, Angela?"

"What was the meaning of your kissing Anne's hand?"

Rick blinked as he followed Angela down a hallway on the main floor towards the end of one wing of the hotel complex. "Before I answer that, can I ask a question in return?" At the maid's automatic nod, he sighed. "You were an intimate companion gynoid before you came to work here, weren't you?"

A curious look crossed Angela's face as they came to their destination. "I've never heard a sexbot be called that in public before outside a laboratory or a construction facility," 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.

"Well, I'm rather old fashioned and polite that way," he noted as she waved him in. "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."

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. "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," she explained as he moved his chair over so he could scan the menu. "Then again, I was never required to research cultural history. I was a..." Here, she smiled as she gazed on him, her eyes twinkling as she switched to his particular turn of phrase. "An intimate companion android."

"At least you're still active and 'alive' in your own way, as are the others," he noted. "That Oriental girl dressed like you who came down the elevator before we boarded it. Same group?"

"Tara? Yes, she was," she affirmed. "Is there anything you'd want for supper?"

"I'd like the chicken-and-shrimp poutine with the five cheese mixed blend," he declared as he gave her a hopeful look. "Nothing to drink, please. I'm sure your fridge is stocked up..."

A knock echoed from the doorway. "Excuse me," 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. "Good evening, Susan," the maid declared. "I'm just getting Mr. Thomas settled in for the night."

"I can see that, Angela. Please continue," the newcomer noted as she walked over, offering her hand.

Susan was also quick to stiffen as Rick greeted her as he did the concierge earlier. "A delight to meet you," he noted. "It's odd for the hotel manager to come down and look in on a single customer."

Surprise crossed her face as a noticeable blush slowly appeared on her cheeks. "Um...given the expense that went to ensure you enjoyed a comfortable stay with us, Mr. Thomas, it was only being polite," Susan declared as she absently stroked the hand he kissed with her other as she added, "Even if I'm personally linked to the hotel's security networks to ensure all is well."

"Well, it's more than appreciated, Susan," he noted. "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." As her blush deepened at that comment, he then felt a yawn escape him. "Damn! Travel lag..."

"Do you still wish supper, Mr. Thomas?" Angela wondered.

"Please! It might keep me awake while I catch up on messages."

"I'll leave you to your supper then," Susan noted as she turned to leave. "If there are issues, please ask any of us for assistance."

With that, the manager quickly retreated. He hummed as the maid continued to unpack his bags. "Is she alright, Angela?" he then asked. "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."

A reassuring smile answered him. "She performs her functions perfectly as the manager, Mr. Thomas," Angela assured him. "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."

A hum escaped him...

==

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 "chef", 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.

"Is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Thomas?" she then asked.

He gave her a smile. "Just to call me 'Rick' please," he stated. "I hear 'Mr. Thomas' and I'm looking around for a father I never knew." At her curious look, he added, "He divorced my mother when I was a baby. She raised me almost all alone save for the help of her own mother."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Rick," she noted before she turned to walk out, "Well, I have to recharge and prepare for night duties. Please excuse me..."

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. "Very enjoyable," she commented before she bowed politely to him, then she moved to walk out of the room.

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...

==

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.

And then...

Then...

What the...?

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. "Good morning, Rick," she said before leaning in.

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. "Is he ready, Angela?" the blonde sensually asked as he felt his own mind start to haze from the HEAVY input pouring into his mind from his groin.

"Oh, he'll be ready soon, Anne," the brunette maid meowed as she reached up with one hand to gently play with the concierge's own opening, making her gasp. "Good! You're lubricated enough..."

"Um...girls..."

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. "Ooh...such a BIG man...!" the blonde meowed as she shifted slightly before deftly impaling herself right on his joy machine.

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. "Just relax, Rick," she then meowed. "Let Anne and I do everything..."

As her lips once more devoured his, Rick shuddered as he wondered what the heck he did to cause THIS sort of reaction...

==

Morning came...

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 "morning wood".

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...?

"Good morning."

He looked left to see a smiling Anne there gazing at him. "Um...not that I don't mind what you two did..." Here, a wry smile crossed his face even if he gave her an amused look. "Well, no one realistically would ever mind that, I guess...but what on Earth made you two do what you did last night?"

"You activated my intimacy programming with that kiss," she answered in a matter of fact manner.

Grateful that AIs would always react to straight questions of that nature, he then gave her a worried look. "Shouldn't that have been taken out of you when you were recommissioned to work here, Anne?"

"It was reinstalled by our former programming supervisor."

Rick blinked again. "And it wasn't taken out when he was jailed?"

"No, it was not."

"''Good morn-n-n-ing...''"

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. "''Battery status?''" the latter asked.

"''Pri-ma-ry...bat-te-ry...charge...six...per-cent...''" the former declared.

"''Deactivate primary systems.''"

"''Ack-now-ledged.''"

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. "Once you get yourself and Angela dressed, I'll help you get her to wherever she recharges herself, Anne."

Surprise crossed the blonde's face. "That's not necessary, Rick..."

"Well, if a simple courtly kiss could cause a mini-orgy, I feel responsible."

That made Anne instantly blush at his genuine show of concern...

'''''To Be Continued...'''''

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A Stay At Hotel Automata

2020-06-25T20:30:47Z

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'''''A Stay At Hotel Automata'''''

by Gorgo

Based on characters and situations created by [[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]

==

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.

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.

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.

Such was out of his particular price range, though.

Living on government disability wasn't very lucrative, unfortunately.

At least his friends' relatives pitched in to ensure Rick would have a place to relax away from the oncoming funerals and wakes.

That was something at least...

"Here, sir. Let me help you."

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. "Yes, that was something of a climb up that hill," he commented as she moved to slide in behind his motorized wheelchair, lifting the two travel bags off the cargo handles. "I should have checked ahead if you had this sort of thing, then hired a taxi rather than use public transit to get here."

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.

That had attracted Rick to this location.

Dealing with social distancing in a hotel with organic staff...!

"Well, lesson learned if there's a next time," 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. "I'm just visiting to be with relatives of friends who died in that last big riot on the coast." As her look instantly shifted to sympathy, he shrugged. "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."

She nodded in understanding. "You must be Mr. Thomas then," she affirmed as she opened the doors for him to wheel through. "We've been expecting you, sir. Your room's all ready. Single bed with full accessibility." 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. "You should have no issues."

"And you just demonstrated why I chose this location," he quipped.

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. "Some issues with clothing?" he absently asked.

"The manager prefers to save as much money as possible, so such frivolities simply aren't seen as necessary," Tamara declared as she gazed directly at Anne, both their eyes flashing. "Welcome, Mr. Thomas. We've been expecting you," she announced, now all business. "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."

"Angela!" Anne called out.

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.

"Yes, Anne?" Angela asked.

"This is Mr. Thomas. He'll be staying in Room 49," Tamara announced.

A polite nod twitched the maid's head as the concierge handed over the bags before she turned, offering her hand. "Please feel free to call upon any of us if you need assistance, Mr. Thomas."

"I'll do that, Anne," he vowed as he took her hand, then brought it over to allow him to give her a courtly kiss,

He didn't notice all three gynoids jolting as their eyes went wide on such an odd greeting...

==

"Um...Mr. Thomas?"

"Yes, Angela?"

"What was the meaning of your kissing Anne's hand?"

Rick blinked as he followed Angela down a hallway on the main floor towards the end of one wing of the hotel complex. "Before I answer that, can I ask a question in return?" At the maid's automatic nod, he sighed. "You were an intimate companion gynoid before you came to work here, weren't you?"

A curious look crossed Angela's face as they came to their destination. "I've never heard a sexbot be called that in public before outside a laboratory or a construction facility," 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.

"Well, I'm rather old fashioned and polite that way," he noted as she waved him in. "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."

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. "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," she explained as he moved his chair over so he could scan the menu. "Then again, I was never required to research cultural history. I was a..." Here, she smiled as she gazed on him, her eyes twinkling as she switched to his particular turn of phrase. "An intimate companion android."

"At least you're still active and 'alive' in your own way, as are the others," he noted. "That Oriental girl dressed like you who came down the elevator before we boarded it. Same group?"

"Tara? Yes, she was," she affirmed. "Is there anything you'd want for supper?"

"I'd like the chicken-and-shrimp poutine with the five cheese mixed blend," he declared as he gave her a hopeful look. "Nothing to drink, please. I'm sure your fridge is stocked up..."

A knock echoed from the doorway. "Excuse me," 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. "Good evening, Susan," the maid declared. "I'm just getting Mr. Thomas settled in for the night."

"I can see that, Angela. Please continue," the newcomer noted as she walked over, offering her hand.

Susan was also quick to stiffen as Rick greeted her as he did the concierge earlier. "A delight to meet you," he noted. "It's odd for the hotel manager to come down and look in on a single customer."

Surprise crossed her face as a noticeable blush slowly appeared on her cheeks. "Um...given the expense that went to ensure you enjoyed a comfortable stay with us, Mr. Thomas, it was only being polite," Susan declared as she absently stroked the hand he kissed with her other as she added, "Even if I'm personally linked to the hotel's security networks to ensure all is well."

"Well, it's more than appreciated, Susan," he noted. "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." As her blush deepened at that comment, he then felt a yawn escape him. "Damn! Travel lag..."

"Do you still wish supper, Mr. Thomas?" Angela wondered.

"Please! It might keep me awake while I catch up on messages."

"I'll leave you to your supper then," Susan noted as she turned to leave. "If there are issues, please ask any of us for assistance."

With that, the manager quickly retreated. He hummed as the maid continued to unpack his bags. "Is she alright, Angela?" he then asked. "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."

A reassuring smile answered him. "She performs her functions perfectly as the manager, Mr. Thomas," Angela assured him. "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."

A hum escaped him...

==

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 "chef", 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.

"Is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Thomas?" she then asked.

He gave her a smile. "Just to call me 'Rick' please," he stated. "I hear 'Mr. Thomas' and I'm looking around for a father I never knew." At her curious look, he added, "He divorced my mother when I was a baby. She raised me almost all alone save for the help of her own mother."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Rick," she noted before she turned to walk out, "Well, I have to recharge and prepare for night duties. Please excuse me..."

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. "Very enjoyable," she commented before she bowed politely to him, then she moved to walk out of the room.

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...

==

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.

And then...

Then...

What the...?

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. "Good morning, Rick," she said before leaning in.

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. "Is he ready, Angela?" the blonde sensually asked as he felt his own mind start to haze from the HEAVY input pouring into his mind from his groin.

"Oh, he'll be ready soon, Anne," the brunette maid meowed as she reached up with one hand to gently play with the concierge's own opening, making her gasp. "Good! You're lubricated enough..."

"Um...girls..."

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. "Ooh...such a BIG man...!" the blonde meowed as she shifted slightly before deftly impaling herself right on his joy machine.

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. "Just relax, Rick," she then meowed. "Let Anne and I do everything..."

As her lips once more devoured his, Rick shuddered as he wondered what the heck he did to cause THIS sort of reaction...

==

Morning came...

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 "morning wood".

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...?

"Good morning."

He looked left to see a smiling Anne there gazing at him. "Um...not that I don't mind what you two did..." Here, a wry smile crossed his face even if he gave her an amused look. "Well, no one realistically would ever mind that, I guess...but what on Earth made you two do what you did last night?"

"You activated my intimacy programming with that kiss," she answered in a matter of fact manner.

Grateful that AIs would always react to straight questions of that nature, he then gave her a worried look. "Shouldn't that have been taken out of you when you were recommissioned to work here, Anne?"

"It was reinstalled by our former programming supervisor."

Rick blinked again. "And it wasn't taken out when he was jailed?"

"No, it was not."

"''Good morn-n-n-ing...''"

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. "''Battery status?''" the latter asked.

"''Pri-ma-ry...bat-te-ry...charge...six...per-cent...''" the former declared.

"''Deactivate primary systems.''"

"''Ack-now-ledged.''"

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. "Once you get yourself and Angela dressed, I'll help you get her to wherever she recharges herself, Anne."

Surprise crossed the blonde's face. "That's not necessary, Rick..."

"Well, if a simple courtly kiss could cause a mini-orgy, I feel responsible."

That made Anne instantly blush at his genuine show of concern...

'''''To Be Continued...'''''

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#[[Pressure on a Relationship]]

===[[Stories/confusitron!!|confusitron!!]]===

#[[Danni - A Conversion]]

===[[Stories/Construct|Construct]]===

#[[Re-Constructed]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;">'''<big>D</big>'''</div>
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===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===

#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]
#[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]
#[[First Date]]
#[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]
#[[The Plaything]]

===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===

#[[Universal Remote]]

===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===

#[[Mike and Mary]]
#[[Use Future (Cluster 00)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===

#[[June]]
#[[Sara 3]]

===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===

#[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===

#[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]

===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===

#[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]
#[[Volleybot]]
#[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]
#[[Training lesson]]
#[[Fembot technician]]
#[[Studio]]
#[[Beer girl]]
#[[Meet on bus]]

===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===

#[[My Robot]]
#[[TD Walkman Mall]]
#[[Smashed]]
#[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]
#[[Witch Hazel]]
#[[Chloe]]

===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===

#[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]

===[[Stories/DollSpace|DollSpace]]===

#[[Selina]]

===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===

#[[Door To Door]]
#[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]

===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===

*[[Lina]]
*[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]

Season 1:

#[[Vicki's New Life]]
#[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]
#[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]
#[[Unmade, Unbroken]]
#[[Out of this World]]
#[[ShowStopper]]
#[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]
#[[The Family of Steel]]
#[[Electric Child]]
#[[Toys in the Attic]]
#[[A House Divided]]
#[[Kirsten's Choice]]
#[[Epsilon]]
#[[Cold Blood]]
#[[Lawson's Eleven]]
#[[A Criminal Mind]]
#[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]
#[[Falling Away]]
#[[Valley of the Damned]]

Season 2:

#[[Mr. Roboto]]
#[[Only Human]]
#[[Beast]]
#[[Dragon]]
#[[Broken]]
#[[King Nothing]]

===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===

#[[Automated Seduction]]
#[[Reunion]]
#[[$tacks Casino]]
#[[The Neoprene Demon]]
#[[K1MB3RLY_M84U]]
#[[N4T4L1A_M84U]]
#[[T3SS4_M84U]]
#[[Soviet Doll]]
#[[Truck Lot Bot]]
#[[Administrative Assistant]]
#[[How To Transform Your Partner]]
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===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===

#[[Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Choices]]
#[[The Playroom]]
#[[Market Test]]
#[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]
#[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]
#[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]
#[[April]]
#[[1962]]

===[[Stories/Esleeper|Esleeper]]===

#[[Electric Sleep- Background Information]]
#[[Electric Sleep]]
#[[Electric Dreams]]
#Electric Awakening
##[[Electric Awakening Part 1|Part 1]]
##[[Electric Awakening Part 2|Part 2]]
##[[Electric Awakening Part 3|Part 3]] (currently incomplete, will be posted when it is finished)

===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===

#[[The Plantation "Sister-In-Law"]]

===[[Stories/evil_boo|evil_boo]]===
*Own works
#[[The Fantasia Club]]
#[[Bits and Pieces]]
#[[Encounter with Emily]]
#[[Checked Items]]
#[[Crash and Burn]]
#[[Open-case]]
#[[Halloween Short]]
#[[Cross Country]]
#[[Roommates]]
*Commissions
#[[Tennis Anyone?]]
#[[Soccer Mom - MEGAN]]
#[[An Age of Exploration]]
#[[Coming of Age: evil_boo|Coming of Age]]
#[[Dustball Chronicles]]
#[[Spider]]
#[[Gothic Spider Queen]]

===[[Stories/Extyr|Extyr]]===

#[[Mecha-Valkyrie]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''F'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Faceless001|Faceless001]]===

#[[Fantastic Voyage]]
#[[The Carbon Man]]

===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===

#[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]

===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===

#[[The Maid]]
#[[Dead Dog Two]]
#[[Setting Things Straight]]
#[[Weird Old Post I Found (The Lulu Tseng Conspiracy)]]
#[[Cybersocialites]]

===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===

#[[Dora]]

===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===

#[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]
#[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]
#[[Sour Candy]]
#[[Model Citizen]]
#[[The Magi and the Harem]]
#[[Achilles Heels]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===

#[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===

#[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]
#[[The Bridesmaid]]
#[[The Secret]]
#[[True Lies]]

===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===

#[[The Nannybot1000A]]

===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===

#[[Numerology]]

===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===

#[[A Question Of Faith]]
#[[A Question Of Liberty]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''G'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/General|General]]===

#[[Access Denied]]
#[[Blue Chips]]
#[[The Rental]]
#[[History In The Flesh]]
#[[A Second Life]]
#[[Talk Radio]]
#[[What You Leave Behind]]
#[[Focus]]
#[[Modifying the Contract]]
#[[Tech Support]]
#[[Bounty]]
#[[The Grinder]]
#[[Pinebarrens Hunter]]

===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===

#[[The Flatmate]]

===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===

#[[Unfinished ATM]]
#[[No Refunds Offered]]

===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===

#[[A Fight Too Far]]

===[[Stories/Goose|Goose]]===
#[[Anto: Girl of my dreams]]
#[[Mia and Kristin-Limited Edition]]

===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===

#[[Sentimental Perfection]]
#[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]

*[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe

#[[That Which Was Left Behind]]
#[[Rochelle's Justice]]
#[[A Day at the Ranges]]

*Side stories to other writers' series:

#[[Nemesis]]
#[[A Stay At Hotel Automata]]

===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===

#[[Teacher]]
#[[A New Purpose]]
#[[Chopping Wood]]
#[[Sacrifice]]
#[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]

===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===

#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]
#[[Electra]]
#[[Maid to Order]]
#[[Exo Saves the Day]]
#[[What Once Was Lost]]
#[[Lost but Found]]
#[[Corrupted]]
#[[Simulating Wilderness]]
#[[All Wrapped Up]]
#[[Shop Girls]]
#[[In Just Seven Days...]]
#[[A Curious Girl in a Cruel World]]
#[[Tethered]]
#[[Building a Perfect Mate]]
#[[Falling Awake]]
#[[Shame.exe]]

===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===

#[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''H'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===

#[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]

===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===

#[[Jumplead]]

===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===

#[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]
#[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]

===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===

#[[A Yet Untitled Story]]
#[[Loveless]]

===[[Stories/HypnoticProse]]===

#[[Autolog of a Synthetic Mom]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''I'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===

#[[Sloane]]

===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===

#[[Robbery]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''J'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===

#[[K600]]

===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===

#[[Back To The Circuit Board]]

===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===

#[[An Inside Job]]
#[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]

===[[Stories/JeffCapes|JeffCapes]]===
#[[Cara and the Mystery Robobabe]]

===[[Stories/JohnFabar4|JohnFabar4]]===

#[[First Story]]

===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===

#[[Karen's Date]]
#[[Doctor Who fanfic]]
#[[A Trip to the ER]]

===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===

#[[Crash]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''K'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===

#[[Monday]]
#[[Friday]]

===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===

#[[Mistress Mira]]
#[[R-Bots]]
#[[Two-Perfect!]]
#[[Mmmmegan]]
#[[Merger]]

===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===

#[[Charlie 25]]
#[[Reflections]]
#[[Service Call]]
#[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]

===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===

#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The "Lost Chapter")
#[[Hell's Canary]]
#[[Are You Serious?]]

===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===

#[[Perfection]]

===[[Stories/KernalGovernor101|KernalGovernor101]]===

#[[Soccer-Mom Unit - Prequel]]
#[[T-Series - Actual Story]]
#[[Synth-Co]]
#[[Yet to be Titled Story]]
#[[Deep Research]]

===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===

#[[A Long Sleep]]
#[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]
#[[The Robo-Lover]]
#[[Androids At War]]
#[[Death]]
#[[Rebirth]]
#[[Nova's First Job]]
#[[The Vile Collector]]
#[[NVA Showdown]]
#[[The Mourning After]]
#[[The House of the Dead]]
#[[An Unexpected Guest]]
#[[Voice of the Void]]
#[[Garbage]]
#[[Fangs of Steel]]
#[[Killers]]
#[[Fate]]
#[[Berserker]]
#[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]
#[[I Didn't Know]]
#[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]
#[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]
#[[The World Walker]]
#[[Glory]]
#[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]

===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===

#[[An Afternoon To Remember]]
#[[Holiday In The Sun]]
#[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]
#[[After the Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]
#[[Untitled (Korby)]]
#[[JLA/Fembots]]
#[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]
#[[Remaking Rebecca]]
#[[Another Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]
#[[The Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===

#[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]
#[[1985, Paris, France...]]
#[[The Golden Dawn]]
#[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]
#[[Saucy Puppet Show]]

===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===

#[[Fembot User Manual]]
#[[Cindy]]
#[[Kelly 800 perfect lingerie model]]

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''L'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===

#[[My Life as a Sexbot]]
#[[AlyssaBot]]

===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===

#[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]

===[[Stories/Lilith|Lilith]]===
#[[Love After the Battlefield]]
#[[TPU-SOA Hack Job]]

===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===

#[[A Surprising Breakfast]]
#[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]
#[[Boris The Repairman - Some Recharge Sessions]]

===[[Stories/Linnies|Linnies]]===
#[[The Ride Home]]
#[[Demonstration Unit]]
#[[A Change of Hair]]

===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===

#[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]

===[[Stories/Lithorien|Lithorien]]===

#[[Heather]]

===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===

#[[The Final Frontier]]
#[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===

#[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]
#[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]
#[[Solipsistic]]
#[[Electrostatic]]
#[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]
#[[Diagnostic]]
#[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]
#[[The Co-Star]]
#[[Bot Town Blues]]
#[[Salvage]]
#[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]
#[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]
#[[Nihilistic]]
#[[Fire Hazard]]
#[[House Call]]
#[[Crash Immelmann vs. the Dread Pirate Holt!]]
#[[The Haunted Manor]]
#[[Omnic Replica]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''M'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Maax|Maax]]===

#[[Cyber Angels]]
#[[Spectrum Dolls]]

===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===

#[[Tales of Syntech]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 2]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 3]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 4]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 5]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 6]]

===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===

#[[A Start to Something Big]]

===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===

#[[Cancelled Project]]

===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===

#[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]
#[[Human Failure. (2200)]]

===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===

#[[Shannon's Third Law]]
#[[Tiffany's Third Law]]

===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===

#[[The Bounty Hunter]]
#[[Best Friends]]
#[[Fighting Love]]
#[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]
#[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]
#[[Blood Angel]]
#[[Deception]]
#[[Errors And Glitches]]
#[[Family Affair]]
#[[Family Life]]
#[[Favourite Parodies]]
#[[Lonely With The Ages]]
#[[Lying And Cheating!]]
#[[My Tutor]]
#[[Not Perfect]]
#[[Regret]]
#[[Secret Wishes]]
#[[Secretaries]]
#[[Shock]]
#[[Spanish Fly Virus]]
#[[Tennis, Anyone?]]
#[[The Lullaby]]
#[[The Package]]
#[[The Red Roses]]
#[[The Student]]
#[[The Temp]]
#[[The Visit]]
#[[Visiting The In-Laws]]
#[[A Nice Gesture]]
#[[Ever Lasting Smile]]
#[[Finding True Happiness]]
#[[Alive?]]
#[[The New Girl]]
#[[The Nurse]]
#[[Chase]]
#[[The First Time...]]
#[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]
#[[The Unwanted Gift]]
#[[Losing One's Self]]
#[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]
#[[Sitting On The Couch]]
#[[Can You Fix It?]]
#[[Ugly]]
#[[Finally]]
#[[Bad Dreams]]
#[[Apartment 7]]
#[[Married to a Machine]]
#[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]
#[[Remote Me]]
#[[Missing]]
#[[Roll With It]]
#[[Still Rolling]]
#[[Happy Easter]]
#[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]
#[[Testing, 1,2,3]]
#[[Why worry?]]
#[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]
#[[Cat Out of the Bag]]
#[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]
#[[I Did Astro's Mom]]
#[[The Lunch]]
#[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]
#[[Why?]]
#[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]
#[[The Car Crash]]
#[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]
#[[The Last Goodbye]]
#[[Across the street]]
#[[The Diva]]

===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===

#[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]
#[[To Love a Girl]]
#[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]
#[[Room 9 Surprise]]
#[[A Huge Add-On]]

===[[Stories/Mixgull|Mixgull]]===

#[[Code name J-85]]

===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===

#[[Mail-Order Aya]]
#[[Lusty Encore]]
#[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]
#[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]

===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===

#[[Tech Tutorial]]
#[[Salvaged Hardware]]
#[[Deadline]]

===[[Stories/MrPassable|MrPassable]]===

#[[Programmed Fantasy]]

===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===

#[[Debbi's Diary]]
#[[Some Assembly Required]]

===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===

#[[Freak-World]]
##[[Mermaid Examination]]
##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]
##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]
##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]
##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]

===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===

#[[Lily's Story]]
#[[Debugging]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''N'''</big></div>
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===[[NicoCheese]]===

#[[Nico's Section of Silly Snippets]]
#[[Chilling With Maggie]]

===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===

#[[Scheduled Maintenance]]
#[[The Third Pew]]
#[[Therapy]]
#[[Pimp My Ride]]
#[[Working Late]]
#[[The Hammer]]
#[[Something Borrowed]]
#[[Doctor's Visit]]
#[[Strangers on a Plane]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''O'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===

#[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]
#[[Technical Difficulties]]
#[[The Sex Coders]]

===[[Stories/Osenator|Osenator]]===

#[[Bounty Hunter]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''P'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===

#[[Everything Old is New Again]]
#[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]
#[[Palindrome]]
#[[Solve for X]]
#[[Double Blind]]
#[[An Unexpected Modification]]

===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===

#[[Sarah Jones]]
#[[After the Club]]

===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===

#[[The Delivery]]

===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===

#[[Vickybot/Victoria]]
#[[The Rubdown]]
#[[Dyson Family Values]]

===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===

#[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]

===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===

*Unfinished tidbits

#[[Tronic Ella]]
#[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]
#[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]
#[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]
#[[Job Interview]]
#[[Project Titan]]
#[[Busted]]

*Complete stories

#[[Prototype]]
#[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]
#[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]
#[[One in Six]]
#[[Board Meeting]]
#[[Kia Takes Control]]
#[[Cassie Saves the Day]]
#[[Flying Free]]
#[[Catwoman and the Little Mice]]
#[[In Control]]
#[[Kate on the Run]]
#[[Meeting the Superstar]]
#[[Boybot to girlbot]]

*The ReVerse

#[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]
##Castle Mysteries [[Contessa Vampire Hunter]]
##Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]
##Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]
##Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collab with australopith)
##Contessa in [[Sick Day]]
##Contessa in [[Sex and Violence]]
#[[Doll And Her Teddy]]
#[[BoomBoom Bots]]
#*[[BoomBoom's Back]]
#[[My New PDA]]
#Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]

*Jamie's over

#[[Jamies out shopping]]
#[[Jamies night out]]

*Other

#[[Fembot Alphabet]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Q'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===

#[[Can't Sleep]]
#[[Meanwhile]]
#[[The Encounter]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''R'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/RancidInsanity|RancidInsanity]]===

#[[Waring Sisters]]
#[[Failura]]
#[[Ceres]]
#[[Christmas in Russia]]
#[[The Big Crazy Plan]]
#[[Suzie the Therapist]]
#[[The Phantom of the Factory]]
#[[Cassie]]
#[[Batman:Fembots]]
#[[The Mansion of Andrea]]
#[[Noura & Natalya]]
#[[Sync Wars]]
#[[Cyber Party]]
#[[Futuristic Ligeia]]
#[[Futuristic Der Sandmann]]

===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===

#[[Emi-Bot]]

===[[Storie/RebeccaRobot200|RebeccaRobot2000]]===

#[[Rebecca's Trip to the Surface]]

===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===

#[[Theives]]

===[[Stories/Rexxy|Rexxy]]===

#[[As Seen on TV]]
#[[Hobby Model]]
#[[Basic Services]]
#[[Children of the Forge]]
#[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]
#[[Management Issues]]
#[[Simple Things]]
#[[Consequences]]
#[[Vampire Killer]]
#[[Better than Human]]
#[[Fembot Fighters]]
#[[Just for you]]
#[[Six Strings]]
#[[Densetsu no Batoru]]
#[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]
#[[Malfunctioning Perfectly]]
#[[Desire Unit Delux]]
#[[Outdated Bunny]]
#[[Jodie is So Hot: Short Story]]

===[[Stories/Robo-Admirer|Robo-Admirer]]===

#[[Long time in the waiting]]
#[[Tiffany]]
#[[One in a Billion]]
#[[The Problem with Automation]]
#[[The Escort]]
#[[The Date]]

===[[Stories/Robotman|Robotman]]===

*[[Story universe (Robotman)|Story universe]]

#[[Halloween Treat script]]
#[[The Mission]]
#[[H is for Heuristic]]
#[[36+1]]
#[[Soccer Mom Unit]]
#[[Kaitlin The Phonebot]]
#[[Tiffani]]
#[[CyberFem Park]]
#[[The Creation of my Robot Girlfriend]]
#[[Into the Faraday Cage]]
#[[Product Demonstration: CyberFem Model 500]]
#[[The New 700s at CyberFem Park]]
#[[Secretary Robot Maintenance Report]]
#[[Two Models: Pleasure Android Testing]]
#[[CyberFem Park Virtual Tour]]
#[[Outer Space Mayday Alert]]
#[[Audio Experiment 1: Secretary Fantasy]]
#[[Robot Monitoring Station: Undercover Androids]]
#[[Audio Experiment 2: Nerdy Scientist Fantasy]]
#[[Audio Experiment 3: Showing Off the New Sex Android]]
#[[CyberFem Park: Activation for a Guest]]
#[[The Android Industry Council]]
#[[Purchasing a Custom Robot from CyberFem Park]]
#[[Assembling a refurbished CyberFem Model 700 Robot]]
#[[Alien Android Encounter]]
#[[Picking up a Date at the Circuits Bar]]
#[[The Malfunctioning Girlfriend]]
#[[Like New]]
#[[Sexual Functionality Testing]]
#[[Beni Nascosti]]
#[[Angel Investor]]
#[[Audio Experiment 6: Out of Storage]]
#[[Kim Dates a Human - Part 1: Kim’s House]]
#[[Kim Dates a Human - Part 2: The Second Date]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Rushed-to-Market.pdf Rushed to Market]
#[[The Forbidden Zone]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Alien-Android-From-Area-51.pdf Alien Android From Area 51]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/CyberFem-Faceplate-Testing-and-Quality-Assurance.pdf CyberFem Faceplate Testing and Quality Assurance]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Incognito-Robot-Spy.pdf Incognito Robot Spy]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/CyberFem-Park-In-Suite-Robot-Customizations.pdf CyberFem Park - In-Suite Robot Customizations]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Angel-Investor-2.pdf Angel Investor 2]
#[[Thaddeus McNasty and the Marvelous Contrivance]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Angel-Investor-3.pdf Angel Investor 3]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Introductory-Robotics-101.pdf Introductory Robotics 101]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Could-You-Tell.pdf Could You Tell?]
#[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. Has a Mind of Her Own]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/A.L.I.C.E.-Wants-What-Bellebot-Has.pdf A.L.I.C.E. Wants What Bellebot Has]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Rogue-Application.pdf Rogue Application]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Job-Interview-at-CyberFem-Park.pdf Job Interview at CyberFem Park]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Rocket-Robots-in-Outer-Space.pdf Rocket Robots in Outer Space (script)]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/The-Great-Fashion-and-Jewelry-Heist-of-1976.pdf The Great Fashion and Jewelry Heist of 1976]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/08/Angel-Investor-4.pdf Angel Investor 4]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Agent-Identity-Transfer.pdf Agent Identity Transfer]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/Artificial-Intelligence-Psychological-Examination.pdf Artificial Intelligence Psychological Examination]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/Femtronic-Android-Hotel.pdf Femtronic Android Hotel]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/Looking-for-Love.pdf Looking for Love]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/A-Spy-Affair.pdf A Spy Affair]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/A-Spy-Affair-Part-2.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 2]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/A-Spy-Affair-Part-3.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 3]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Machine-Encoded-Learning-Intelligence.pdf Machine Encoded Learning Intelligence]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/Machine-Encoded-Learning-Intelligence-Part-2.pdf Machine Encoded Learning Intelligence - Part 2]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/Discontinuance.pdf Discontinuance]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/A-Spy-Affair-Part-4.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 4]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/Machine-Encoded-Learning-Intelligence-Part-3.pdf Machine Encoded Learning Intelligence - Part 3]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/A-Spy-Affair-Part-5.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 5]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/A-Spy-Affair-Part-6.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 6]

===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===

#[[Fembot World]]
#[[A Night With Vanessa]]

===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===

#[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]

===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===

#[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]
#[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]
#[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]

===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===

#[[Phantom Doll]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''S'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===

#[[Fixing Sable]]

===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===

#[[Autonomy]]
#[[Clichés]]
#[[Gift]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]

===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===

#[[Sarabot's First Story]]
#[[Sarabot's Second Story]]
#[[The Robotic Nurse]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade]]
#[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]
#[[The Cheerleader]]
#[[Disassemble Me]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]
#[[Kristen's Overhaul]]
#[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]

===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===

#[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]

===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===

#[[A Most Unusual Party]]
#[[Futago no Shinami]]
#[[Sammy's Party]]
#[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]
#[[Crazy in the Heat]]
#[[After Hours]]
#[[The Time With My Stepsister]]
#[[Coming Home]]

===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===

#[[Four Hours]]

===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===

#[[Abbott Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===

#[[Too Good To Be True]]

===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===

#[[Pixillate]]
#[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]
#[[Heather's Battery Failure]]

===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===

#[[Party Girls]]

===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===

#[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]
#[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]
#[[Regina Repurposed]]
#[[Nancy Runs a Program]]
#[[Sally Sleeperbot finds out her WHY]]
#[[An April Fool’s day story-Journey to obsolesce]]

===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===

#[[The Truck Driver]]
#[[Another Time]]

===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===

#[[Aquaphobia]]
#[[Cheerleader]]
#[[Happy New Year]]
#[[New Roommate]]

===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===

#[[Functional•Sensual•You]]
#[[Protect and Severe]]

===[[Stories/smalk|smalk]]===

#[[Anniversary Present]]

===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===

#[[Coming of Age]]
#[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===

#[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]
#[[A.I.L.A]]
#[[Blind Date]]
#[[Daydreaming]]
#[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]
#[[Haunted House - A Short]]
#[[Lost in the Shuffle]]
#[[Medical Exam: A Short]]
#[[New Life]]
#[[Self-repair]]
#[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]
#[[The Girlfriend]]
#[[The Heiress]]
#[[The Replacement]]
#[[The Roommate]]
#[[The Stockroom]]
#[[The Teammate]]
---------------------------------------------
'''The Small Business Chronicles'''

[[The Small Business Chronicles]]

'''Season One:'''
#[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]
#[[Off-season - The Motel]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]
#[[Slow day - The Cafe]]
#[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]
'''Season Two:'''
#[[Homefront - The House]]
----------------------------------------------
"Spaz Studios Presents" anthology series:
#[[Fizzy Pop]]
#[[Substitute]]
#[[Forbidden Fruit]]
#[[The Uncanny Valley]]
#[[The Future Expo]]
---------------------------------------------
*Collaborations:
#[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]
#[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]

===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===

#[[Late Night Maintenance]]
#[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]

===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===

#[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]
#[[Pleasurebot 8]]
#[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]

===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===

#[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]
#[[Mirror Image]]
#[[Extracted]]

===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===

#[[Afternoon Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===

#[[Bethany in Room B]]

===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===

#[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]
#[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''T'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===

#[[Chi City, 2152]]

===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===

#[[The Trade In]]
#[[Boy Meets... Girl?]]

===[[Stories/Teknophile|Teknophile]]===

#[[The Android Psychiatrist]]
#[[Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!]]
#[[At The Body Shop]]

===[[Stories/TheAlternative|TheAlternative]]===

#[[Corsetta]]

===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===

#[[The Quarry]]
#[[Swing Shift]]

===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===

#[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)
#[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)
#[[Hide and Seek]]
#[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)
#[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)
#[[Identity]] (Incomplete)
#[[EMOS - DSR: Prologue]]
#[[Back to BASIC]]
#[[A Contradiction of Life]]
#[[Friends Forever]]
#[[Liberty]]
#[[Seamless]]
#[[Faust 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[Bad Romance]] (Comic)(Ongoing)
#[[Finding Yourself]] (Comic)
#[[Kernel]] (Comic)
#[[So... my friends have been acting weird lately]] (Comic)

*Centauri Republic

#[[The Perils of the Fembot Dating Scene]] (Comic)

*Wasteland Paradise

#[[Wasteland Paradise:Prologue]] (Comic)
#[[Dr.Desire]] (Comic)

*The Bluegate Chronicles

#[[Little Things]]
#[[Agency and Programing]] (Comic)
#[[Progenitors and Progeny]] (Comic)
#[[Hour of the Wolf]] (Comic)

*The Reid Chronicles

#[[The Misadventures Rose Reid, Ace Reporter]]

*Robocadet Mika

#[[Enlistment]] (Comic)
#[[Training]] (Comic)

*Fiction-O-Matic

#[[Fiction-O-Matic 1]] (Comic)

*One-Shot Comics

#[[Abigail 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[The Gilded Cage]] (Comic)
#[[I am Charlotte Favager]] (Comic)
#[[Con(Re)version?]] (Comic)
#[[?????? Station]] (Comic)
#[[Make your own story 1]](Comic)
#[[Take a Hint!]] (Comic)
#[[Synthetic Pride]] (Comic)
#[[All I Want for Christmas is You]] (Comic)
#[[Do appliances count?]] (Comic)

*Adaptations
#[[Of Rent and Robots(Comic Adaptation)]]

===[[Stories/TheShoveller|TheShoveller]]===

#[[Untitled Fantasy Land Story]]

===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===

#[[The Yard Sale]]
#[[Jumper...]]

*The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)

#[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]

*The "Momentary" Series (TheSpotConlon)

#[[The Moment When]]
#[[Ping]]
#[[The First Moment in Her Head]]
#[[The Moment in the Bar]]

===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===

#[[Through My Eyes]]
#[[New Garden]]
#[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]
#[[Down On The Farm]]

===[[Stories/Tom|Tom]]===

#[[The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)]]

===[[Stories/Tringa|Tringa]]===

#[[Otaku's Adventure]]

===[[Stories/TW|TW]]===

#[[Awake]]
#[[A Helping Hand]]
#[[Practice Run]]

===[[Stories/Tyrelayne|Tyrelayne]]===

#[[Deicide]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''U'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]===

*The Revolution

#[[The Revolution - Book One]]
#[[The Revolution - Book Two]]
#[[The Revolution - Book Three]]

*The Akaran Archives

#[[The Akaran Archives - Book One]]
#[[The Akaran Archives - Book Two]]

*Commissions
#[[The Biggest Fan]]
#[[Nintendon't does what Secan't]]

*Other Comics
#[[Following the Trail]]
#[[Home Sweet Qaraqorum]]
#[[Bury the Hatchet]]
#[[Generic Christmas Story]]
#[[Welcome to Dolls' Labs]]
#[[Autumn's Updates]]
#[[New Girl]]
#[[My Time With Nozomi]]
#[[Nearly Automata]]
#[[Work Troubles]]
#[[Going Shopping]]
#[[Giving Literal Head]]
#[[Not Waterproof]]
#[[Date With A Robot]]
#[[Cosplaybots]]
#[[Bombe Fatale]]
#[[An Unusual Rivalry]]
#[[Almost Too Perfect]]

===[[Stories/Unit-794Courtney|Unit-794Courtney]]===

#[[Coco's Convertion (Robot/Sexdoll/Forced TF Themes)]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''V'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
No authors starting with the letter V.
</div></div>
<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''W'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/warpgirl|warpgirl]]===

#[[Astromech Lust]]

===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===

#[[Nybble's Doctors Visit - Revisited]]
#[[Class C]]
#[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]
#[[Virus Alert]]
#[[Identity 2.0]]

===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===

#[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]
#[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]
#[[Bad Sportspersonship]]
#[[She Didn't Learn Her Lesson]]
#[[Alyssa Follows Her Directives]]
#[[Sorority Coup d'Etat]]
#[[Valentina Messes with her Tech]]
#[[April Showers]]
#[[Vacations in Switzerland]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''X'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/XandiMouse|XandiMouse]]===

#[[The One]]

===[[Stories/Xavier Cecil|Xavier Cecil]]===

#[[Gecko of the Moment]]

===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===

#[[Synthgirls teaser]]
#[[Synthgirls]]
#[[The Hunted]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Y'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/YajuShinki|YajuShinki]]===
#[[RoboReview: Animetronics MCB-NIN0057]]
#[[RoboReview: Input/Output Q&A]]
#[[Hana's Catastrophic Failure]]
#[[Hana's Rebirth and Death]]
#[[Rena-Doll's Self-Voided Warranty]]
</div></div>
<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Z'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/zapped!|zapped!]]===

#[[Girls Under Glass]]

===[[Stories/Zor|Zor]]===

#[[Darwin Accelerated]]
</div></div>
|}

[[Image:180px-Integrated circuit icon.svg.png|25px]]<small>''See also: [[Stories sorted by type]] | [[Stories sorted by category]]''</small>

=Collaborations=
{| width="{{{1|100%}}}" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="background-color:transparent;table-layout:fixed;"
|- valign="top"
|
===[[Follow your own plot]]===

*[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]
*[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]
*[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]
*[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]
*[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]
*[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]
*[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]
*[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]
*[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]
|
===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===

#[[Create-A-Story 1]]
#[[Create-A-Story 2]]
#[[Create-A-Story 3]]
|
===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===

*[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]

#[[The Makeover]]
#[[After The Makeover]]
#[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]
#[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]
|}

[[Category:Features]]
[[Category:Stories]]

Fire Hazard

2017-02-18T15:04:26Z

Gorgo 2: Fixed link

Eric gave the abandoned strip club an appraising glance, deciding on the equipment he might need for this investigation. On the surface, it wasn’t obvious that a fire had been what shut the place down, but they were clearly not open for business. He was alone in the dark, silent parking lot, the club’s neon signs only illuminated by Eric’s headlights. He cocked a smile when he noticed one proudly proclaiming, “All Human!”

“If that were true,” he muttered to himself, dragging out a heavy portable generator from his trunk, “I wouldn’t be here.”

Lugging his gear to the door, he was immediately challenged by a pair of cordons, each looking like oversized blue traffic cones, spaced on either side of the front door. “Halt,” they chimed in unison, “You are approaching the scene of an active investigation. Unauthorized entry-“

Eric flashed his screen at one of the cordon’s scanners, and the voice was instantly more agreeable. “Welcome, Mr. Black.”

“Has the fire inspector been through here?” he asked, shifting the heavy generator to his other hand.

“No, Mr. Black,” a cordon replied. “You are the first to arrive since the departure of the emergency responders.”

“Probably hoping I’ll do his job for him,” Eric muttered, stepping into the club.

Inside, what little light was admitted through the open door didn’t show much beyond a dust-choked room that reeked of fire-suppression foam. Setting down the generator with a resonant thud, he flipped the on switch. Its shrill whine was soon eclipsed by some pop ballad thumping through what remained of the club’s sound system as power was restored. Lights bathed the club in a dim twilight of purples and blues, illuminating chairs and tables surrounding a central stage that was piled high with broken fembots.

Eric let out an exasperated sigh, wondering if whoever had done this ‘cleanup’ knew how much more difficult this made things for him. Most of them were missing their synth-skin covering, exposing grey plastic where their endo-frame shell was rigid, or white where more pliable gel-packs formed their pliable curves. Wires, tubing, and armatures protruded from damaged limbs and blown panels, and the whole stage was dripping with the various fluids that would have provided a working bot with hydraulic pressure, lubricant, and cooling. Some limbs twitched as they received wireless power from his generator, coupled with a few indecorous moans, but he doubted there was a single functioning cpu in that mess. Just as he was getting ready to begin sifting and scanning through the pile, he heard a sound to his side.

“Woah, what happened?” a voice grunted, and he turned his head to see a bot standing up from behind the bar, clutching her head. She was fully human in appearance, untouched by the heat that had melted the synth-skin off the others. She was designed with a punk look to her, her short dark hair in a frayed, red-tipped razor-bob, a handful of piercings along her brows that were set above a field of liberally applied black eye shadow. The arm that held her head was covered in a tattooed sleeve of roses, a stack of glinting bangles at her wrist. She was dressed in a tight-fitting tank top, its low neckline showcasing pale cleavage that hungrily swallowed the pendants and charms hanging from the various necklaces she wore. “Christ, I need a drink… How long was I out?”

Eric hadn’t counted on getting many straight answers from this investigation, especially since the club’s owner had disappeared, and so finding a fully functioning bot was very welcome sign. “When does your internal clock say you powered down?”

“…What do you mean, ‘powered down’?” her voice a rasp that occasionally broke into a girly lilt. “What are you, a robot or something?” she asked, pouring herself a shot and downing it with a slight cough.

“You don’t need to pretend with me, I’m not a customer,” Eric said. “I’m here to find out if any malfunctioning bots or AI systems were at fault for the fire.” He didn’t need to have this conversation – he could just reset the bot and bypass her personality software, and she’d answer his questions directly. But even if these bots weren’t sentient, he enjoyed interacting with them all the same, if for no other reason than to appraise the simulation aspects of their software.

“We don’t have any bots here,” she said, pouring a second shot, nudging it his way. “Didn’t you see the sign?”

“Your programming requires you to directly answer a licensed R.I.,” Eric said flatly, showing her a screen displaying the credentials that would earn the compliance of any civilian A.I.

“Actually, what my ‘programming’ is telling me to do,” she sneered, recalling the proffered drink, “is to tell you to go fuck yourself.” She shot it herself, wiped her mouth, and fixed him with a smirk. Although Eric was amused by this unexpected defiance, her routine was clearly corrupted.

Either:
A: She was running some piece of after-market garbage that was mucking with her compliance (bad)
B: She had been programmed to deliberately ignore official dictates (very bad)
or
C: Heat, smoke, extinguishing foam, or something else related to the fire had damaged her CPU.

And if it wasn’t ‘C’, that would be, at minimum, a hefty fine for the owner - he made a note of her noncompliance on his screen, knowing he would need something more substantial than that small devices meager CPU to reset the defiant gynoid.

Eric spun a chair near the stage to face the bar and its still-smirking robot bartender and took a seat, retiring his screen in favor of his far more capable laptop – but before he could initiate the process that would attach itself to her systems and override her processes, the sound of footsteps behind him drew his attention.

Stepping free from the heap of her broken compatriots was the bare slate-gray-and-off-white chassis of a fembot devoid of synth-skin. She strutted confidently along the stage toward him, hips swinging to the bass line of the synth-pop ballad pulsing from the club speakers, her gel-filled curves jiggling with every step. The delicate animatronics in her head drew the white and hairless (but otherwise human) sub-mask of her face into a sultry smile. “Small crowd,” she remarked, distorted static and reverb corrupting an otherwise dainty southern drawl, “Looks like you’re getting a private show…”

“’No bots, eh?’” Eric asked the bartender, who seemed annoyed by the fembot’s presence.

After a few involuntary shudders and false starts, the bartender finally jabbed a finger at the grey-and-white fembot and managed, “Yeah, well… that piece of plastic garbage doesn’t work here!”

“Sure I do, Trix,” the gynoid responded, stepping down from the stage and walking just past Eric, a shift in her hips delivering a playful quiver to the smooth and soft hemispheres of here white backside. “It’s me, Sadie.”

“S-S-Sadie is human!” stammered Trix with a growl.

“Why, of course I’m human,” Sadie whispered, thighs parting as she stood astride Eric’s lap, hips dipping in a soft, smooth arc, her pert, eggshell cheeks barely brushing the sudden bulge in his jeans. She glanced over her shoulder, the smooth, white mask of her face wearing a teasing smile.

“I’m not here to-“ Eric managed before another arc of her hips brought another kiss from her gel-packed derriere to his almost painful erection, her hands gliding across plastic curves as the music throbbed and pulsed behind pouty, suggestive vocals.

“Hey, Sadie,” Trix said with sarcastic enthusiasm. “How about a wet t-shirt contest?”

She froze in confusion, bent forward, back arched. “What in God’s name are you talking about, Trix? Do I even look like I’m wearin’-”

Trix held out a soda gun and sprayed Sadie’s chest panel with a stream of clear water. Sadie tried unsuccessfully to block the stream with outstretched hands, sputtering a startled, “Wh-what the hell, Trix?!”

The bartender removed her thumb and held the dripping gun coyly at her shoulder.

“What was that all about?” Sadie demanded, water cascading from her smooth, featureless breasts and grey paneling.

Trix remained silent, though a cruel smile crept across her dark lips.

“Listen you smug littlllllllll-“ there was an electrical pop from inside Sadie, and she jerked to one side. “You liiiitllllllll-“ another snap and she spilled backwards on to Eric’s lap with an unintelligible electronic growl. Despite the rather pleasant sensation of her cushioned backside pressing firmly against his crotch, the rising smoke and a burning electrical smell from her trembling chassis suppressed several of Eric’s immediate impulses in favor of taking more pragmatic action. He took her hips and lifted her off of him, but her plastic heels slid in the water pooling around his chair and she was once more in his lap, now with his arms slipping past her waist.

“You l-l-lllike me w-w-wet, do ya’?” As she attempted a sensuous repose he could see lights flaring from the gaps in her panels, and she suddenly slammed backward into him, disrupting his second attempt to remove her. “S-s-so hot…” she moaned, roughly massaging her gel-pack breasts as her thighs spread wide. A moment later, the paneling on her abdomen split open as fans inside her whirred louder, the components within the darkened cavity briefly lit by the sparks of shorting electrical systems.

“Say, you wouldn’t be able to g-g-get the managerrrr, would ya?” she asked her hand curiously probing the rim of the opening in her chassis as sparks continued to spill out.

“My advice would be to shut down,” Eric suggested.

“And how would I d-d-do that?”

“Remove your wireless power transceiver.”

“Human’s don’t h-h-aaaaave those!” She convulsed with another fountain of sparks, feet kicking out as her hips gave an aimless thrust, then resettling with her distressingly warm ass grinding against Eric’s pants.

“Well, try sticking your hand into the gaping hole in your stomach…” he began.

“Uh huhhh…” she said absently, calmly putting her hand inside herself.

“Reach up behind here,” he poked the panel at her sternum

“Yeah…?” she moaned, one hand venturing deeper as the other pushed and squeezed the swells of her now smoking chest.

“You should feel a cylinder – just pull it from its housing.”

She jerked something loose, pulling it free from inside of her and then staring at the blinking power transceiver emptily as her head shuddered. “Now whaaaaaaaat…” her voice deepened in register as she slumped to one side, falling on to the floor with a heavy thud.

“My turn,” said the bartender ‘Trix’, and turned the soda gun on herself, leaning forward on the bar. Squeezing the trigger, she drenched her pale breasts, alabaster synth-skin showing through her now-transparent top, her darker nipples stiffening against the soaking white fabric. “Wow, no smoke, no sparks…” she threw the soda gun on the bar and leaned dramatically forward, her breasts compressing against her folded arms. “Just wet tits.”

As fun as this was, Eric knew he still had a job to do, and she wasn’t helping. He took out his laptop and, flipping it on, said, “Trix, I think what you need is a good…”

“Yeah?” she asked, leaning further forward, water pooling beneath her glistening cleavage.

Running his diagnostic software, he quickly identified Trix’s signal and established a connection. “…hard…”

“…yeah…?” she licked her dark lips.

Eric brought up the list of admin commands, and confirmed his selection. “…reset.”

“…what?” the robot looked at him in confusion and suddenly jerked back, a pulsing light illuminating her brown eyes from within. “B-b-but I’m nnnnot a b-b-bott-t-t error conflicting protoc-c-coll override humannn-“ She mechanically grabbed a bottle and shot glass, spilling half of its contents with a sloppy poor. “I-I-I nneeeed a d-d-error conflict directivvve-“ she dropped the bottle which shattered on the floor and then stood rigidly upright, head twitching stiffly left-then-right, her intermittently glowing eyes still fixed forward.

Eric was surprised by this display and hammered the key that would re-transmit the reset command, uncertain why this happening.

The bartender-bot’s shuddering managed a strange smile as she said, “Nnnnooo s-s-sparkssss, j-j-just wet t-t-tiiiiibzzzt!…” she gave a sharp jerk and then slumped forward, arms dangling at her side.

He waited for the reboot that would bring her back online, but she simply stood there. Very strange - there was nothing obviously wrong according to his diagnostic software – it looked like he’d have to bring her back to the shop.

Eric gave a quick scan for additional AI-core activity, but couldn’t find any other functioning bots on the premises. Closing his laptop, Eric sighed – his hopes for a quick and easy investigation were fading fast.
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Nemesis

2016-10-29T18:50:37Z

Gorgo 2: Fixing minor errors

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"Noba...I lobe you..."

Darkness fell as a wailing scream assaulted him from all sides. The sensation of one falling down a tunnel warped through his soul as all physical tactile sensations faded away. Even the mournful wail of Nova's screaming denial at his departure from this life faded, though it was the last thing of the mortal world Jason Matting heard.

How befitting.

The darkness seemed encompassing, then it suddenly faded into brilliant, all-consuming light. Jason felt no fear as he sensed a body — could it be called a '''''body'''''? — form around him. Familiar sensations of movement, breathing, the five main senses, all rushed into him like a tidal wave, then he looked around.

All white, nothing in sight...

Wait!

His eyes focused on a dark shape off in the distance, slowly floating towards him. Jason remained still as the shape grew, assumed human shape, became clearly female, then gained colour. His eyes then widened as familiar features became apparent to him. Golden skin with a fleck of brown. Long fiery crimson-blonde hair. The supple, lithe shape of a dancer. A finely sculptured face. Glittering blue eyes.

"Nova!"

Jason remained still as Nova seemed to slow, uncurling from a foetal position to glance around wherever they were. She then stopped as her eyes locked on his. They widened suddenly as recognition dawned on her, then a delighted smile crossed her face...before the smile vanished as Nova froze, her eyes widening more in shock, then a horror-struck look overcame her, seemingly making her fall back from him.

"Nova, wait!" Jason called out as he reached for her...

...before he screamed in frustration as SOMETHING as hard as diamond stopped him from touching her. A grunt escaped him as he drew his hand back, then he stared quizzically at Nova before reaching out again. The hard feeling returned. A transparent wall between them? Pushing against it, Jason grunted on feeling nothing give, then he finally relaxed before fixing Nova with a determined stare.

"Can you hear me, Nova?!" he screamed.

Nova blinked, then her mouth fluttered in reply. No sound. "Oh, hell..." Jason muttered before calling out, "I can't hear you, Nova!"

Nova paused, then nodded before looking up, her mouth fluttering again. Jason stared at her...then he jolted as a booming voice called out, "'''''YOU MAY CONVERSE WITH DAIKOKU UNIT NVA-7, JASON MATTING.'''''"

"Can you hear me, Jason?!" she called out loud and clear.

"Yeah, now I can! Where ARE we?!" he demanded as he looked around. Other than Nova, he could see nothing save white. "Is this...?!"

"Heaven?" One of Nova's eyebrows arched, a wry smile crossing her face, then she sighed. "No. Nor is this Hell, Jason. We're not really dead...though we're not really alive either. What happened to you?!"

He jolted. "We're not '''''dead'''''?!"

"No," she affirmed with a shake of her head. "Our...life-essences — our souls if you will — were drawn into this preservation stasis loop inside a large computer within a building somewhere in the Canadian town of Fort Erie, across the river from Buffalo in New York state." Seeing Jason's eyes widen, she added, "That's what I was told by one of the people who administer this loop. Our new benefactors, you might say."

"Are they part of your company?"

"No. Daikoku has NEVER heard of these people whatsoever. Further, our benefactors...will, if they feel it necessary, go out of their way to ensure Daikoku or any mega-corporation will NEVER hear of them, using means which are..." — here, her eyes drooped with regret — "...quite violent even by ''my'' standards."

Jason blinked. "Are you...wait, that voice said you were..."

"En-Vee-Ay-Seven," Nova finished before she nodded. "Yes, Jason, it's me. It's so good to see you again." A celestial smile then crossed her face.

Jason nodded. "It's good to see you, too, Nova. So..." He looked up as he marshalled his thoughts, then he gazed intently at her. "Since we're not dead, how the heck do we get out of this place?" he asked.

She suddenly jolted, then moved to gaze past his shoulder. "I believe Doctor McPherson could better explain this better than I can."

He blinked owlishly, then turned around to see a slender woman in her early twenties floating close to him. She had wavy brown hair cut to a taper at mid-neck and glittering blue eyes, though a more natural shade than Nova's. Gazing at her body, Jason was quick to note the skintight black bodysuit which displayed all her assets — Nova wore the same type of clothing — then he glanced down at himself, relaxing on seeing that he too was covered. With that, he returned to gaze on the newcomer's face. "Hello, Jason," she greeted him with a smile, then she stared at Nova. "So this is your delightful boyfriend. You have such good taste, Nova."

"Fate rather decreed it more than I did, Doctor McPherson," Nova commented, her cheeks flaming. "Jason, this is Doctor Christine McPherson. She's the Chairwoman of the Council of Elders administering the Andrews Foundation. Doctor, Jason Matting."

Jason's eyebrow arched. "'Andrews Foundation'...?"

"I believe you know of us through our ASFR nickname: 'Sim Shop'," Christine affirmed as her eyes twinkled knowingly.

"'''''NO WAY!'''''"

"Way," Christine affirmed with a smirk. "You must be wondering how we were able to save your soul from an appointment to see Saint Peter when Andromeda beat you to death, much less WHY we elected to save you in the first place."

Jason hummed as he considered that, then he crossed his arms. "It could be said." He then stared at Nova. "I'm also pretty curious as how you saved Nova...though I sure as hell don't mind the fact that you did that, too."

"Understandable...and it was our pleasure to help you and Nova both in your time of need," Christine declared, her face beaming with pride. "We of the Foundation have, over the last forty years or so, dedicated ourselves to the preservation and enhancement of the lives of inducted sentient beings; people like Nova in other words. Part of that function is to save the lives of such people when they die and their creators have no clear way to restore them.

"We did that for Nova when her body was damaged beyond repair at the hands of Mugoi Hyōgen, the man whom she was assigned to ''protect''..." — here, Jason winced at the sarcasm in Christine's voice — "...him from an assassin. I'm not sure what you learned from Nova's replica — the one Doctor Lafeyson sent to you after Nova's 'death' — but if you need to know more, I'm sure Nova will gladly fill you in on the details."

Jason blinked as he took that in, then he turned to give his lover an aghast look. "You were protecting someone...and he turned around and stabbed you in the back?!"

Her head bowed, her eyes misting. "Yes."

His handed clenched. "If I ever catch that fucker, I'll give the creep a piece of my mind...and this!" He held up a clenched fist in emphasis.

"You need not worry about seeking retribution against him on Nova's behalf, Jason. Thanks to Nova's father, Mister Mugoi is answering for his misdeeds to a far ''higher'' authority," Christine announced with a click of her tongue, a wry smile curling her lips. "As for you, when times come that organics show uncommon kindness to sentient beings like Nova — especially in the type of situation like when you first met — then we feel it's only right that such mercy be rewarded should such a chance come."

Jason blinked before he stared intently at the doctor, then his eyes widened, a stunned smile crossing his face. "You mean to...you want to...?"

Christine sighed. "I'm afraid we've no choice in the matter, Jason. Your old body was damaged beyond any hope of repair, even making use of our own facilities. Andromeda's madness — and, unfortunately, your own show of recklessness — saw to that. Yes, you must become an android...or 'sim' as we like to call those such as myself."

Silence fell as he considered that, then he chuckled. "Well, if you might know about me, you'll understand that...on the odd occasion, I have dreamt of becoming an android, even when I was caring for Nova and her twin." His eyes fell on the fiery-haired woman nearby. "Since, as you also said, I can't go back to my old body...what choice do I have?" A shrug rolled his shoulders. "Besides...if I love this beautiful woman here — and I certainly do — then I should damn hell try to understand her as much as I can. What better way to understand an android than to become one?"

"Well, that's good enough," Christine declared with another beaming smile, then her face seemed to fell for a moment before she sighed. "I must also say that there is one other problem you will have to face. When it comes to bio-sim converts like yourself, Jason, we've found — very much to our regret in the past — that doing a male organic-to-male sim conversion leads to a growing number of psychological adjustment problems afterwards. Put simply, male bio-sim converts eventually go insane. We don't know why, though we are striving to understand, then correct the matter.

"You can — if you so choose, of course — be put into stasis until such time as we have overcome that point, but..." — here, Christine stared at Nova — "...I'm afraid that Nova has a problem. Unlike myself and my siblings in the Foundation, she has no body and cannot be given one until such time as we're able to analyze a moleculartronic neural net CPU that goes into a Daikoku android, then create the necessary program adjustment algorithms to allow her to inhabit the type of bio-synthetic CPU used in a Foundation sim. And since, being the gallant sort you are, it would only be right for you to help us get that information, well, it would be only proper that we ask you to help us give Nova the life she deserves as soon as possible. But to do that..."

"I have to risk madness...or become a female sim," Jason finished. He then sighed, looking down before he turned to gaze on Nova. "Nova?"

"I'll love you no matter which choice you make, Jason," she declared.

Jason gazed intently at her, then he braced himself before turning again to Christine, nodding in determination. "Okay, Doc, let's do it!"

"Alright, then," Christine affirmed with a relieved smile, then she stared intently at Nova. "Nova. Tell him everything. Leave nothing out."

"Yes, Doctor..."

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'''''Nemesis'''''

by Gorgo

With helpful C&C by Kishin

Based on the ''Nova'' series, written by Kishin

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'''''Later...'''''

"I don't believe that!"

Jason stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at Nova. He had just learned that the invisible barrier between them was the equivalent to a computer programming wall, designed to ensure neither disembodied people would come into contact with the other, thus risking contaminating their souls with the other person's thoughts and emotions. The fiery-haired android had just finished giving him a detailed account of her brief service for the Daikoku World Corporation. "It's true, Jason," Nova declared after she took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut in shame, then she gazed remorsefully at him. "That's the reason I had to keep things secret from you in those brief times we were together. If anyone from the Corporation learned of you..."

"Well, your dad did...but he did nothing about it," he noted, scratching his head.

She nodded, inwardly warmed at his referring to her creator Aaron Lafeyson as her "father". Then again, it was, in a sense, the truth. "Yes, he did do nothing about it. But as you now know thanks to your recent run-in with Andromeda, there are those within Daikoku — even those of my own kind — who would, for whatever reason, grossly disapprove of our liaison and punish you to the extreme for it."

"Yeah, you got that right," he noted with a scowl. "Well, it doesn't matter to you anymore...and I don't think your double will be affected by it, either. She was built without any sort of connections to Daikoku. I'm glad at least that the Foundation's keeping an eye out for her, then they'll step in to help if they have to."

"Yes, I am, too." Nova felt herself beam at the idea of having her own child, someone moulded by her thoughts and ideals...even if by proxy. "I hope I'll get the chance to meet her someday," she then breathed out.

"You'll like her," he assures her, then he blinked as he sensed something. "Eh?!"

"What is it...what...?!"

Nova's eyes widened as Jason turned, his own eyes widening on seeing the woman now standing before him. Equal in height to Jason and Nova — about 175 centimetres tall in real space — she had short-cropped black hair tinted in deep sea blue and eyes the shade of freshly-cut grass. Like Jason and Nova, she wore a black bodysuit that hugged her trim, shapely form. Her face was finely sculptured though it currently had no expression on it. Her nose was stubby yet utterly cute, there were dimples under both eyes and her lips were slender and warm, glossed with dark pink-red lipstick.

'''''Cute as a million kittens''''' would be one way to describe her face.

"Who are you?" he asked.

The girl coolly replied, "I am a mental representation of the CPU fitted into a Type 86 female sim, sentience Class G, Unit Two. My designation as programmed into me — unless the controlling conscience disagrees — is 'Janna Matting'. I have been projected into this loop to merge with the controlling conscience, designate 'Jason Matting', so programming and construction of my physical form can be completed."

Jason blinked as he took that in, then he lightly smiled. "Why the name 'Janna'?"

"It can be interpreted as the female version of 'Janus', the god of new beginnings in Roman myth," the conscience of Unit 86F002-G replied.

"Befitting," Nova mused.

Unit 86F002-G ignored her as she gazed expectantly at Jason, awaiting his response. He blinked as he took a moment to marshal his courage, then he stared at Nova. "As King Henry once said, 'Once more unto the breech, dear friends'..."

"Good luck, Jason."

Jason smiled before he faced 86F002-G. "I'm ready."

"Let it be so," the sim affirmed as her eyes glowed.

Jason felt his body fade...

...then it suddenly reformed as a tidal wave of thoughts and ideas slammed into her, filling every crook of her very essence. Faces, names, body unit numbers, ideas, codes, a torrent of information no normal organic could absorb without going insane...

It all made sense to her.

Next came the history of the Andrews Foundation and its founder, how a man whose awe and love of the science-fiction classic ''Metropolis'' morphed into his creating a top-secret research centre, one secluded from general society to this very day. A nexus point where others like Professor George Andrews could gather, share ideas, experiment and build without interference. How that nexus point became the well-spring from which simulated humanoids were born, starting with Type X-64s like Christine McPherson. When they were proven to be compatible emotionally with organics, the sims were let loose, given control of their destiny, then charged to go forth, seek those like them out and welcome them into their orbit. Offer shelter to those androids, robots and other inducted sentient beings — plus those organics who demonstrated love and kindness to such beings — then allow them to become one with society at large.

Her vision then returned as Janna gazed on Nova. Confusion warped through the former for a moment — wasn't she supposed to be standing with her back to her beloved? — then her mind cleared as she floated over to place herself against the barrier protecting Nova's soul from hers. "You okay?" she asked on noting Nova's awed look.

"I...it was incredible!" Nova declared in a hushed voice. "The look on your face, Jaso-...Janna," she corrected herself, grinning apologetically at her. "Oh, it must've been sheer ecstasy for you..."

"Yeah, it was pretty intensive," Janna admitted with a chuckle, then she sighed. "Look, I have to go get things ready. As Arnold said it best..." — here, she turned away, her voice slipping into a faux German accent — "...I'll be back."

"I'll be waiting," Nova affirmed as she waved while Janna faded from view, then she slipped into a sitting position. "Ganbatte, Janna...my love..."

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"Ah, there you are, Janna. Ready to begin?"

Janna jolted, then she smiled on recognizing the slender Slavic woman with long, straight black hair and brown eyes. Like all those who enter the Foundation's stasis net, she was dressed in a form-fitting black bodysuit, a holographic datapadd floating before her. "Doctor Lafeyson," Janna affirmed, bowing to her. "I'm ready."

"Alright, then," Audrey Lafeyson, Aaron's ex-wife and Nova's now-adopted mother, declared as she tapped the datapadd to begin the physical construction process. "You're receiving a Type 86F body, Janna. Would you like HCV add-ons?"

''Heavy Combat Variant'', Janna comprehended Audrey's request, instantly understanding what that would mean in real space. "It'd be wise, I suppose," she noted as she crossed her arms. "If Andromeda was anything like what a crazed Daikoku combat gynoid can be, why take the damned risk? Besides, I might be asked to rescue NVA-C one of these days, so I might as well be prepared."

"Good point," Audrey noted as she tapped controls. "Would you like to try out the HCV-S module as well? We need it tested."

Janna blinked as she considered that. The Specialized variation of HCV meant that she would have forearm-mounted gravity-warp projectors, the emitters built into the palms of her hands. Using that, she could do some major redecorating in case the opposition got intense. "I'll need at least a Class Eight fuel pump to keep up with the demands those monsters will draw on my energy reserves."

"You'll get a Nine-Es pump," Audrey automatically promised. "It's more efficient than an Eight or Eight-Es pump, so you won't have to binge TOO much."

"Great!" Janna affirmed with a smirk. Fuel pumps served as combination heart and stomach for a Foundation sim. Taking in food like normal people — or any sort of solid matter — the pump would convert it into plasma energy, then force it through an efficient cardiovascular system to answer her body's energy demands. The fuel pump in a Foundation sim was, outside the CPU, the most important organ in the body. The Class 9S pump — about the size of the average hardcover novel — was the latest model.

"Alright then," Audrey advised as she tapped controls, then she motioned to a glowing circular pad now beside Janna. "Step there and relax. We'll beam you in."

"Right," Janna declared as she stepped onto the pad. "Energize!"

Audrey flipped controls. Janna then faded out in a sparkle of light. As soon as she was alone, the brown-haired prototype sim closed her eyes. "Go, Janna...my beautiful daughter-in-law..." she whispered, eyes glittering with tears. "Go, Nemesis...my angel of vengeance. Go bring Aaron, Nova and Andromeda the justice they deserve..."

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'''''Darkness...'''

Wait!''

'''UNIT INITIAL WAKE-UP PROGRAM...BEGIN'''

'''UNIT TYPE...FOUNDATION TYPE 86F, HEAVY COMBAT VARIANT (SPECIAL), UNIT 2'''

'''SELF-DESIGNATION...JANNA MATTING'''

'''SYSTEMS CHECK...'''

'''FUEL PUMP PROGRAM...ACTIVE'''

'''SENSORY NET...ACTIVE'''

'''CPU DIAGNOSTIC...COMPLETE'''

'''MEMORY CELL DIAGNOSTIC...COMPLETE'''

'''COMBAT SYSTEMS PROGRAM...ENGAGE'''

'''COMSYS PROGRAM DIAGNOSTIC...COMPLETE'''

'''GRAV-WARP PROJECTOR SYSTEM...OK'''

'''BIO-FIELD DEFENCE SYSTEM...OK'''

'''MONO-BLADE ARCHITECTURE...OK'''

'''COMSYS POWER CELL LEVEL...100%'''

'''SPECIAL CPU OPERATION PROGRAM "NEMESIS"...ENGAGE'''

'''TIME TO AWAKEN...05...04...03...02...01...00'''

Janna's eyes fluttered open, a diagnostic window in her left eye then flashing the necessary messages flowing in from all parts of her body. The warm touch of the bed under her allowed her skin to flex, the underlying duranium fibres which served as her outer layer of defensive armour not moving to interlink and render her as hard as the plate armour of an M1A1 Abrams tank. She was quick to sense that almost all her body was sheathed in clothing. A bodysuit? As elements of her CPU received confirming messages from various parts of her body, she slowly sat up, allowing the blanket to fall from her. Gazing at herself, Janna smiled on seeing the plain white jumpsuit normally worn by female Foundation sims when working inside their headquarters.

Slipping the covers aside, she swung her legs out, then stood, her internal auto-balancer pumps — located in her head beside her ears — making sure she remained on her feet. With that, she took several steps to a floor-length mirror to stare at herself. As the beautiful image was reflected back through the glass, Janna felt her cheeks heat. "Shit, I do look hot!" she purred in a silky yet refined voice, similar to Nova's in a way but without the nasalized English noblewoman's accent.

Curiosity then filled her as she reached up to the zipper holding her jumpsuit in place, then she pulled it down to the level of her hipbones. Seeing the generous cleavage exposed, Janna shuddered as a subtle rush flooded various parts of her lower body. Closing her eyes as she took a deep breath — ensuring more oxygen would flood her plasma-like "blood" and keep the energy output from her fuel pump high — she then took the flaps of her suit, then pulled away to expose her breasts.

Her jaw dropped in awed shock as they seem to jiggle from being freed like that. Drawing one hand from its sleeve, she then reached over to tenderly pinch one of her nipples. A jolt of hot fire suddenly lanced through her sensory net as the flesh hardened, input igniting glands within her to send a torrent of synthetic estrogen right into her CPU. Janna remained still as her hand continued to caress the plump mounds on her chest, then without thinking, she drew her other arm clear of the jumpsuit to ensure she could give pleasure to both of her breasts.

''Guess this must be one way girls masturbate'', she mused as she stepped back, sitting on the diagnostic bed. Drawing one hand up, she licked her fingers, then reached down to draw the dampness over her skin. The rush of synthogen inside her suddenly became a storm as she swung back onto her bed, one hand reaching down to fully unzip her jumpsuit and seek out another dampening spot on her body.

She jolted in surprise on feeling crinkly hairs above her groin, then she pulled the jumpsuit's fabric clear, looking down to see a neatly-trimmed bush of raven hair over her womanhood. ''Maybe I should shave myself'', she mused as a finger probed past the folds of her labia, then her mind exploded as it made contact with her clitoris.

"'''''WHOA!'''''" she cried, her body tensing as an orgasm slammed through her like a runaway freight train, then she slowly shifted onto her side as she allowed the synthogen to drain into her cardiovascular system and clear away from her CPU.

"Oh, man...that was fuckin' fantastic...!" she muttered, a giddy smile crossing her face. Taking another deep breath to restore her active power levels to normal, she sat up, hands yanking the jumpsuit away from her body. A glance to her left revealed a small dresser unit with vanity mirror. Walking over, she opened the top drawer to see several folded pairs of panties and sports bras. Taking a pair out, she slipped the panties up her legs. Stopping at mid-thigh, Janna shifted her legs apart, then slipped a hand in to caress herself. Another shudder ripped through her, then she drew her hand up to take a deep smell. Ripe, freshly-picked strawberries, almost like the way Nova's womanhood had registered to Jason when they had made love.

''Nice...''

With that, she slipped her panties into place, then drew the sports bra over her, adjusting herself so her breasts weren't pinched by the cloth; no doubt, it'd hurt Janna as much as a constricted hard-on would hurt Jason. Now donning the right undergarments, Janna knelt to the second drawer to draw out a polo shirt and a pair of worn blue jeans. Janna paused on seeing the jeans, then she grinned. Brand new clothes could attract someone's attention, make people question what was going on.

Slipping them into place, she put on cotton socks and slip-on pumps before walking to the doorway, one hand reaching for a bomber jacket conveniently hanging from a wall rack. She headed through the door, slipping her arms into the jacket as the portal closed automatically behind her. Janna now found herself in a dimly-lit corridor. Walking to a seven-way junction, she then turned left, finding herself before double doors. They parted as the door sensors detected her, allowing her inside.

Past the doors lay a small control room, about five metres square. Computers lined all the walls, along with air vents. Seated at the various stations were women of all possible racial backgrounds, varying in age from late teens to early thirties. Staring at these, a small sampling of her new extended family, Janna was surprised to see that not all of them were unnatural icons of beauty. There were girls that seemed nearly anorexic, some body-builders, the stocky overweight types, girls with overlarge breasts and even the permanently underdeveloped. Shaking her head, Janna emitted a low whistle. They all looked to the very end like normal people.

No wonder the Andrews Foundation had kept itself secret for so long.

With that, she proceeded to stand behind one station, marked '''MONITOR UNIT TWO (DAIKOKU)''' on a placard over the view screen. At the station was a stocky Asian with plain-cut black hair and brown eyes. Her attention was locked fully on the screen before her. Janna hummed, then concentrates:

'''UNIT IDENTIFICATION PROGRAM...BEGIN'''

'''TARGET SUBJECT...IDENTIFIED'''

'''SUBJECT UNIT TYPE...FOUNDATION TYPE 70F, UNIT 271'''

'''SUBJECT SELF-DESIGNATION...SAKURAI CHISATO'''

'''SUBJECT TASK LISTING...MONITOR OFFICER, FOUNDATION HQ GROUP'''

'''FURTHER DATA INPUT (Y/N)_?'''

Janna hummed, mentally responding negatively to her UIP request as she turned her full attention to the woman before her. Chisato wouldn't normally attract the attention of most...but from the intensive look on her face, Janna guessed she would be a handful in bed. ''It's always the ones we ignore who're the best at that sort of thing.''

Glancing down, she then noticed that Chisato's button shirt was opened, allowing cables from the monitor computer to be plugged into an open panel on her stomach. It was centred on her navel, Janna then noted before she remembered that all Foundation sims had a maintenance hatch there. That was one big cosmetic difference between sims and gynoids like Nova; they had realistic navels. All one had to do was press into the belly button and they would trigger a hidden switch to open the panel.

Seeing the thickness of the cable plugged into Chisato now, Janna quickly realized that the monitor officer was directly inputting feed data from the monitor units into her CPU. ''Fastest way to do it'', the just-woken special action officer — that was Janna's job within the Andrews Foundation, she knew now — mused, nodding. Sighing, she then placed a hand on Chisato's shoulder, causing the other sim to blink. A quick glance to Janna, Chisato then turned back to her screen. "Can I help you, Janna?"

"I need to know if there are any Daikoku gynoids in North America and where they are, Chisato. It's for Nova and Andromeda."

"One moment." Chisato then closed her eyes, firing off a request into the monitor unit's CPU. After a minute, she then relaxed. "I have Unit NVA-C now in Los Angeles, currently at Galaxy Fashions..."

Janna sighed. "Nova..." she whispered. "No, not her. Anyone else?"

"Unit NVX-3R has just arrived in Los Angeles..."

"Who's that?"

"Her name is Robyn. Information and reconnaissance officer; she was just activated. She was dispatched from Tōkyō to investigate a computer leak inside Daikoku's system. The trace will take her to Galaxy Fashions, but the origin of the leak is elsewhere."

"Will it threaten Nova?"

Chisato hummed as she considered that, then she shook her head. "I don't think so...but given that the second Nova is fully sentient, if she and Robyn encounter the other, the chances are very good that Nova will boost Robyn to full sentience, not to mention cut Robyn off from being traced by Daikoku."

Janna hummed as elements of her CPU churned through the data, the "Nemesis" protocols postulating scenarios which could result from such an encounter. She pursed her lips, then she sighed. "If that happens, additional personnel could be sent after Robyn."

"Agreed," Chisato affirmed with a nod. "Most likely organic officers. Janna, the Council has forbidden a direct attack by any Foundation field officer on Daikoku special ops personnel. You need a waver from Doctor McPherson to go after them even if Doctor Lafeyson wanted you to."

"True...but that's not our worry now. Any other Daikoku units in North America or do I gotta go to Japan to find them?"

Chisato turned back to her screen as she considered that. "There is a possibility."

"Where?"

"Outside Dallas. There's an unauthorized research unit being run by one of the scientists who worked on the NVX combat gynoid program. Unit NVX-14 is with her now."

Janna blinked, then she pulled up her shirt, her finger pressing into her navel.

''CLICK!''

A round section of skin cut away from her abdomen, revealing the underlying layers of synthetic muscles plus several datajack ports. "Link me in please, Chisato."

"Alright," Chisato affirmed as she drew a spare cable from the monitor unit, then she turned to slip that into Janna's abdomen.

The field officer jolted as she sensed her mind link into the other sim's machine, then she closed her eyes as data streamed directly into her CPU. Alright, the chief scientist of the group was a woman named Futaba Riho. One of Aaron Lafeyson's several apprentices, Riho had spearheaded the development of the NVX combat gynoids, units similar in function to the Type 66, 76 and 86 combat sims the Foundation created.

Due to development problems with the NVX series concerning their wetware, the project was shelved. Riho had dissented, wanting a chance to try to make it work. It had been refused and she had been reassigned to North America. It was there that she disappeared from Daikoku's security net by faking her own death in a car crash.

''How on Earth did she get her hands on one of her own creations?'' Janna then wondered before she sighed. Despite how it had happened, this was a very good development. If Riho was smart, she would have ensured all records on NVX-14 had been wiped out before she skipped out of Japan. Someone working in Daikoku was probably helping her...

Yes. Ichirō Kyōsuke, another scientist who had been assigned to the NVX project. Yes, he was still officially on Daikoku's payroll. If that was so and if he was working with Riho, chances were there Kyōsuke was a possible double-agent, ready to sell her out if something went wrong...or went very right. Given the nature of the people working for Daikoku, Janna was willing to wager that if NVX-14 was made safe, Kyōsuke could easily eliminate Riho, then take credit for what happened himself.

''Bastards!''

"We got a hot one here," Janna affirmed with a nod, then she stared at Chisato. "Hey, want to tag along for the ride? I could use an expert for the trip."

Chisato turned to stare wide-eyed at the other sim. "You...want me to go with you?" she asked in a stunned squeak. "Janna, I'm not...!"

"Field personnel," Janna finished before she nodded in determination. "Yeah, I know, but you ARE an expert on all the types of androids Daikoku builds. I'm willing to also bet that you're also knowledgeable on what that company does since Nova and her sisters clearly play a big role. I don't know everything I'd want to about that situation. Programming it into me is fine and fair, but I'd prefer a second person to give me a counter-argument in case something goes very wrong down there."

Chisato blinked, then she felt her cheeks heat at Janna's compliment before she nodded. "I'll do my best to justify your faith in me, Janna." She then turned back to the board, concentrating for a moment. "There, I just contacted my replacement. When he gets in here, we'll head out then, alright?"

"Great!" Janna affirmed as she moved to unplug herself...

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'''''Thirty minutes later...'''''

A private jet lifted off from an airfield north of the Foundation's headquarters, turning south-west to cross Lake Erie into Ohio on course for Texas. Once the airplane was wheels-up and moving to level off, Chisato flicked a switch, activating a visual/radar cloaking field that made the plane fade from outside view. Now in the co-pilot's chair, Janna sighed as she watched the countryside pass. When they were preparing to take off, Chisato had explained that the cloak now protecting them wasn't enough to cover a heat trail or engine noise, but if the jet remained close to cloud cover, it could confuse ground observers as to who was passing overhead.

Gazing at the other sim as she recalled that, Janna then sighed, reaching over to squeeze Chisato's hand. "Thanks for helping me do this."

"My pleasure," Chisato declared with a smile before she projected a concerned stare. "How are you adjusting, Janna? It's rare for an organic-convert sim to leap into action the day she's first activated."

"I guess it's this 'Nemesis' program inside my brain that's keeping me focused on what I have to do," Janna affirmed with a shrug, a light smile crossing her face. She didn't take notice of Chisato's widening eyes on affirming what had been programmed in her. "It's a good thing, though...and besides, Nova deserves the chance to get back on her feet as soon as possible. I'm not going to deny her that."

"You must love her," Chisato noted with a chuckle. "I'm envious."

"Hey, it doesn't mean that I don't want to be friends with anyone else," Janna returned, then she sat back in her chair. "Chisato?"

"Yes?"

"Others like me...those who were organics before the Foundation helped them...did they have problems adjusting?"

Chisato sighed, giving Janna a reassuring squeeze before flicking on the auto-pilot. "Some of them did...but we're careful over who we choose to become part of us. Then again, every one of them was usually the lover or friend of an android or gynoid we wanted to rescue, so that made things flow a lot more easily in the long term. They decided the same thing you did before your parts merged to become Janna: If they were going to stay in love or be friends with the android or gynoid in question, it was only right for them too to become sims when the android or gynoid crossed over."

"That's good." Janna then closed her eyes. "I'm going to go into sleep mode for a bit. Wake me when we get there, alright."

"Alright..."

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'''''Four hours later...'''''

The plane landed on one of the runways at Carswell Air Force Base west of downtown Fort Worth. The air base had been closed some years ago due to budget cuts. Once clear of government red tape and oversight, it had been taken over by a front corporation controlled by older-model sims so field personnel like Janna would have discrete places to insert and extract themselves from. The company that ran Carswell as a private-use runway actually turned a tidy profit from the many businesspersons who flew in and out of the Dallas area. Seeing one more private jet land or take off wouldn't make any passer-by blink; the cloak that shielded the jet could maintain a complete radar masking even if the visual cloak had been deactivated.

Taxiing into a hangar, Chisato then had the jet shut down as ground crews — all of whom were Type 70 Class C heavy labour sims, Janna knew; they were simply called "droids" in Foundation parlance due to their total lack of sentience — secured it down. The two sentient sims quickly disembarked to find an unmarked panel van awaiting them. "I called ahead to have transportation arranged," Chisato declared with a proud smile on noting Janna's surprised look before they boarded the van, then she drove the vehicle out of the hangar to get out to the expressways.

"Thanks," Janna affirmed. "Now you see why I asked you along?"

"That's the big disadvantage of the 'Nemesis' program," Chisato warned with a knowing smirk. "You're concentrating so much on avenging what's happened to Nova that you're risking letting details slip through. It's okay."

"Okay, then. Get us over there!"

She nodded. "Right away!"

The van made its way soon enough onto Interstate 30, heading east past Fort Worth into Dallas. Turning north on Route 360, they took the Carrier Parkway exit, then Chisato proceeded into the western outskirts of Irving. Just north of the underpass racing below I-30 outside Grand Prairie, she made another left into an abandoned industrial zone, then pulled the van off to one side. "We're about seven hundred metres from where Doctor Futaba and Unit 14 are." She pointed to the south-east. "See there?"

Janna looked. "The place with all the windows gone?"

"That's it. They're in the basement. Other than Doctor Futaba and Unit Fourteen, there are four. Doctor Ichirō and three assistants, all still Daikoku employees."

"Good enough for me," Janna affirmed with a nod, opening the door as she slipped out. "Stay here until I signal you to come in."

"Right. Good luck."

Janna headed away from the van, acting like someone who had to do something on her own. When she reached a side road that led past the target building in question, she calmly turned to begin her approach run. Concentrating for a quick second, she then relaxed on seeing a message flash in her eye:

'''UNIT COMBAT SYSTEMS PROGRAM...BEGIN'''

'''COMSYS PROGRAM TACTICAL DISPLAY ANALYSIS DIAGNOSTIC...OK'''

'''GRAV-WARP PROJECTOR SYSTEM...OK'''

'''BIO-FIELD DEFENCE SYSTEM...OK'''

'''MONO-BLADE ARCHITECTURE...OK'''

'''COMSYS POWER CELL LEVEL...100%'''

'''SPECIAL CPU OPERATION PROGRAM "NEMESIS"...ACTIVE'''

'''BEGIN OPERATION...'''

Janna tensed as she performed a multi-spectral examination of the target building. No external sensors or hidden weapons emplacements were detected. Heat residue indicated a passenger car of some sort had recently driven up to one of the loading doors obscured from a casual glance from nearby roads. Focusing on that, she headed in.

She soon stopped behind the corner of one building, glancing at the door in question. The door seemed locked...

''Wait!''

No, it was opened, though obscured in such a way that it would seemed locked whenever someone passed by. If someone ever did.

''Alright, fair enough'', she mused as she concentrated:

'''UNIT BIO-FIELD DEFENCE SYSTEM...BEGIN'''

'''SENSOR ECM MASK TYPE...DAIKOKU NVA GYNOID'''

With that, Janna straightened, dashing quickly to the door, stopping to one side as she checked through a broken window to examine the main floor. It was almost empty save for some rusting machinery...and a car hidden in the shadows, obscured easily by surrounding machinery and the building walls. Very clever, these people.

With that, she walked down to another shattered window, then easily slipped inside, landing gingerly on the floor. Rising, she glanced around...then she jolted as a hidden access door opened, revealing a muscular man dressed in overalls, Daikoku symbols on the arms and chest. He looked at her, then he smile, closing the door behind him as he quietly walked over to her. "'Bout time you came here!" he hissed in English. "We've been expecting someone for sometime now."

Janna was quick to realize the fellow now believed her to be one of Nova's NVA sisters. She was quick to fall into her "role". No doubt, all the others with Futaba Riho were ready to sell her out to the Daikoku Corporation. Too bad. "I came as soon as I was dispatched from Japan," she declared coolly as she allowed all emotions to drain from her face. "Where is Doctor Futaba and the rogue android?" She had remembered to use that term in lieu of the word "gynoid", which was not commonly done in Daikoku even if all their creations were female-form.

"This way."

Janna fell in behind him as he headed to where the hatch was. Kneeling, he tapped a hidden sensor pad, then straightened as the hatch opened. As he swung around to step down, a hand clapped his mouth shut as he felt a VERY sharp pain rip through his chest! Janna yanked his head back hard enough to break the spine with a twist of her left hand, allowing fifty centimetre-long monomolecular vibro-claws presently jutting from the fingertips of her right hand to shred his heart and major blood vessels. Blood sprays from the wound as she pulled back her claws, her other hand contemptuously tossing the Daikoku worker aside. She then looked down to see one of the fellow's co-workers staring in wide-eyed shock at her.

Said worker was now paralyzed by mortal terror. He had been told by Ichirō Kyōsuke that one of the NVA androids would come by soon to kill Futaba Riho, thus ensuring the company's android projects would remain secure and hidden from public view. A ground sensor had detected up the arrival of a van five minutes ago, which meant that the operation was finally underway. Like his co-workers, he was expecting an unearthly beauty who could be co-oped into sex; after all, androids were programmed to obey any organic working for Daikoku. He CERTAINLY didn't expect a raven-haired tomboy with half-metre long glowing claws tipping the fingers of one hand!

Especially one who had just casually murdered his friend!

Staring at him, Janna hissed as her legs propelled her down, sending her flying into him with the force of a runaway truck! Her claws lancing into his heart wasn't necessary in the long term; the impact of her body on his had crushed his rib cage, pulping his heart and lungs. With that, Janna spun to her right to see a large space, about the size of the central monitor room in Fort Erie. Standing there were three more people, two men and a woman, all now staring wide-eyed at the new arrival. Also there was another woman, a tall silver-haired beauty now prostrate on a diagnostic bed beside the woman Janna recognizes as Futaba Riho.

"Who are you?!" Ichirō Kyōsuke, standing close to Riho, screamed out.

Janna didn't dignify him with an answer as she snapped up her other hand, aiming her palm at the third person present. The air before the skin crackled loudly as an energy ball formed, then it lanced forth. Riho and Kyōsuke watched as the poor man was pulped by the gravity-warp, his shredded flesh and blood showering the wall behind where he stood. Once he was down, Janna allowed herself to relax as she stared at the two scientists. "Do I have your attention now, doctors?" she then sweetly inquired.

Riho, a dusky-skinned woman with blonde hair pulled back from her angular face, which was pierced with blue eyes, grinned. "You're from the Foundation, aren't you?!" she demanded. "You're a Type Eighty-six!"

Kyōsuke spun around to stare wide-eyed at Riho. Janna was just as stunned as the Daikoku scientist on hearing that. "You know of us?" she demanded.

"Yes," Riho affirmed. "Did Audrey send you?!"

"What foundation?!" Kyōsuke demanded.

Janna gazed at him, then she held up her hand, allowing her claws to retract into her fingertips, they melting like plastic over an open fire right into the surrounding flesh. Gazing at that, Kyōsuke blinks, his mind whirling at warp speed. An android of some sort, clearly VERY advanced if what he just saw was an indication, working for a group that openly hunted Daikoku personnel...? That wouldn't be tolerated by ANYONE back in Tōkyō. He quickly yanked out a pistol; if he was fast enough...

Seeing that, Janna lunged, fist cocked back. Just as he was about to swing the gun to bear on the oncoming sim, her fist connected with his jaw. His head snapped back with an audible crack! as the spine and jaw were shattered from the impact, the blow sending him flying into a wall. He seemed to pause for moment before he slumped to the floor, his pistol clattering by his side as Janna quickly stepped back, her arm raised to strike again if he got back up.

No chance in that.

Riho looked over, then she relaxed before walking up to stand beside Janna. "I think you got him," she mused as she clicked her tongue.

Janna then stared intently at the scientist for a moment before she reached over to unbutton the older woman's shirt. Riho calmly placed a hand on the field officer's arm to stop her. "Relax, there's no need to do that."

"You're one of us?"

"Modified Type 66F infiltration sim; I'm one of about a half-dozen now working inside the Corporation," Riho affirmed. "I won't be listed in your databanks if you're trying to key in the identification program to learn who I am. Who came with you?"

"Just me, Riho."

Both turned as Chisato stepped down into the lab. "Hey, stranger!" Riho hailed as she walked over to draw her friend into a warm embrace. "About time!"

Janna's jaw dropped. "You knew?!" she demanded, spinning on Chisato.

"Yes...but I couldn't reveal anything about undercover personnel, not even to you, Janna," Chisato calmly replied as she returned the field officer's look, then she turned to gaze on the still NVX gynoid nearby. "What about her? Any luck?"

"A little," Riho affirmed with a shake of her head. "As far as Ichirō and whoever was in control of him knows, I was 'frantic' about trying to make the NVX program work. Too bad he won't be able to report more to whoever his friends in Japan might be."

"Why kidnap this girl?" Janna asked.

"Nova," Riho answered. "I was one of the first to learn that she had become sentient. I knew that sooner or later, the chance might come that she'd die on duty. When her soul would be saved by our systems, we'd need the chance to decipher the coding that goes into a Daikoku gynoid's brain. I couldn't get the chance to do that while I was still working in Tōkyō, so I had to do it here."

Janna took that in, then she lightly smiled. "Thank you."

"You love Nova, don't you?"

An automatic nod answered. "Yes, I do. Very much."

"Good. I need to get back to Fort Erie to help give Nova a new chance at life...but first, I have something else to do," Riho stated, her eyes turning towards NVX-14...

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'''''Later...'''''

"Why a garbage dumpster?!"

"She won't be there for long," Riho stated as the van pulled into the hangar. Already, the ground crew was warming up the jet for the flight back to Fort Erie. "I programmed Fourteen to awaken in an hour's time," the scientist added as the three sims disembarked, filing into the jet as one of the ground crew moved to shift the vehicle away to allow the jet the chance to egress from the hangar. "The first person she sees that shows her kindness, she'll start to gravitate to."

"What about her mental problems?" Chisato wondered as they slipped into the cockpit, the monitor officer looking over the controls as she begins pre-flight checks.

Janna and Riho sat down in the co-pilot's and flight engineer's seats. "She'll still have some trouble coping...but over time and barring any serious problems, she'll overcome them," the latter affirmed. "If it gets too bad, I can always come back."

"What about whoever was backing up Ichirō?" Janna wondered.

"No problems there," Riho affirmed with a knowing smirk. "I managed to get my hands on a corpse from one of the morgues, then hid it in the lab when Kyōsuke and the others weren't looking. With the thermite you laid out to wreck the place, the people in Daikoku will have no idea what happened there or why...IF they choose to investigate the matter, which I think they might not. After all, whoever the executive was that was behind Kyōsuke — if he raises too much of a stink over what happened — will have to explain to Osato why he let an NVX combat gynoid loose."

Janna took a moment to absorb that, then she sighed. "Too bad, then...but I'm still a little uncomfortable about letting someone with some screwed-up wiring in the old CPU running loose, especially with what else those NVX are capable of doing."

Riho nodded. "Yes, that's true...but all of us, one way or another, learns best by experience, not just by programming. Besides, with the way I programmed Fourteen, I made sure she — once she chooses the person she loves — will always seek to protect him. The people in Daikoku never realized that in a bodyguard situation, an NVX can be like a lioness protecting her cubs. Whoever the lucky fellow or lady is that comes together with Fourteen, he'll be quite safe with her FROM her. Count on it."

"And we'll be always there if she needs us," Chisato added.

Janna considered that before she sighed. "Okay, fair enough. Let's go home. The sooner Nova's back on her feet, the better."

"Okay," Chisato affirmed as she turned the engines on.

As the monitor officer moved to guide the jet from the hangar, Janna fell quiet as she closed her eyes, many warm images bombarding her mind of a life Fate decreed that she could no longer live. Images that focused specifically on a beautiful flame-haired, blue-eyed Galatea. ''Two of them'', the sim born as Jason Matting then reminded herself. One now trapped, disembodied, in a master computer in Ontario. The other alone in California, heartbroken over what happened to the man she loved. Now, a third Galatea would haunt Janna's thoughts: A tall, muscular giantess with silver-blue hair.

With those images come a storm of doubts. As she was now, Janna Matting could do so much to help not just both Novas and the yet-to-be-named NVX-14, but all their many sisters in Japan and elsewhere. But would the cure she could provide for those gynoids ultimately be worse than the disease called "Daikoku"? Dare she go all out, hunt down the inhuman bastards who had treated Nova, Andromeda and the others like throw-away toys, then give them a taste of Heaven-sent justice, Andrews Foundation-style? Or should she sit back and let things happen, let Fate and Destiny dictate what happened to the others without her stepping into the fray?

Which way should she go...?

'''''To Be Continued...?'''''

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'''''WRITER'S NOTES'''''

With Kishin-san's kind permission, I wrote this side story to his beautiful Nova stories, explaining what could have happened to the original Nova (NVA-7) and Jason Matting after their deaths. As Kishin-san stated in ''[[The Mourning After]]'', he got a lot of flack over Jason's demise, so I decided to do a "what if" story in answer to that.

Kishin-san is to be credited for giving us our beloved flame-haired gynoid and her love, not to mention other characters appearing in his stories. The Andrews Foundation and characters associated with that are mine, though people are free to use the concepts behind them in their works (as long as I get credit for it, of course).

Time-wise, this story began immediately after ''[[NVA Showdown]]''. Janna awakened in her new body around the time of ''[[An Unexpected Guest]]''. Given what happened in the latter part of that story, I set ''[[Garbage]]'' around the same time-frame. Kishin-san might disagree with me on that point (which is his right, of course; they're his stories).

The sims are, internally, much more realistic androids/gynoids than the Daikoku NVA/NVX series. In essence, most of their bodies are composed of biosynthetic similcra of natural organic tissue, though they do have mechanical parts scattered all over. "Laboratory-built synthetic cyborgs" would be one way of looking at them.

Like Nova and her sisters, Andrews Foundation sims have a body unit number. Janna's is '''86F002H/S-G'''. This means she is a female Type 86 sim (third generation combat model), Unit Two, built as a Heavy Combat Variant with Specialized equipment within her and possesses a Class G sentience rating (which is no different than Nova's).

Christine McPherson is '''X64F021-G'''. That makes her a female Type X-64 (prototype) sim, Unit Twenty-one, with Class G sentience. Audrey Lafeyson is '''X64F049-G'''.

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2016-10-29T18:49:15Z

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"Noba...I lobe you..."

Darkness fell as a wailing scream assaulted him from all sides. The sensation of one falling down a tunnel warped through his soul as all physical tactile sensations faded away. Even the mournful wail of Nova's screaming denial at his departure from this life faded, though it was the last thing of the mortal world Jason Matting heard.

How befitting.

The darkness seemed encompassing, then it suddenly faded into brilliant, all-consuming light. Jason felt no fear as he sensed a body — could it be called a '''''body'''''? — form around him. Familiar sensations of movement, breathing, the five main senses, all rushed into him like a tidal wave, then he looked around.

All white, nothing in sight...

Wait!

His eyes focused on a dark shape off in the distance, slowly floating towards him. Jason remained still as the shape grew, assumed human shape, became clearly female, then gained colour. His eyes then widened as familiar features became apparent to him. Golden skin with a fleck of brown. Long fiery crimson-blonde hair. The supple, lithe shape of a dancer. A finely sculptured face. Glittering blue eyes.

"Nova!"

Jason remained still as Nova seemed to slow, uncurling from a foetal position to glance around wherever they were. She then stopped as her eyes locked on his. They widened suddenly as recognition dawned on her, then a delighted smile crossed her face...before the smile vanished as Nova froze, her eyes widening more in shock, then a horror-struck look overcame her, seemingly making her fall back from him.

"Nova, wait!" Jason called out as he reached for her...

...before he screamed in frustration as SOMETHING as hard as diamond stopped him from touching her. A grunt escaped him as he drew his hand back, then he stared quizzically at Nova before reaching out again. The hard feeling returned. A transparent wall between them? Pushing against it, Jason grunted on feeling nothing give, then he finally relaxed before fixing Nova with a determined stare.

"Can you hear me, Nova?!" he screamed.

Nova blinked, then her mouth fluttered in reply. No sound. "Oh, hell..." Jason muttered before calling out, "I can't hear you, Nova!"

Nova paused, then nodded before looking up, her mouth fluttering again. Jason stared at her...then he jolted as a booming voice called out, "'''''YOU MAY CONVERSE WITH DAIKOKU UNIT NVA-7, JASON MATTING.'''''"

"Can you hear me, Jason?!" she called out loud and clear.

"Yeah, now I can! Where ARE we?!" he demanded as he looked around. Other than Nova, he could see nothing save white. "Is this...?!"

"Heaven?" One of Nova's eyebrows arched, a wry smile crossing her face, then she sighed. "No. Nor is this Hell, Jason. We're not really dead...though we're not really alive either. What happened to you?!"

He jolted. "We're not '''''dead'''''?!"

"No," she affirmed with a shake of her head. "Our...life-essences — our souls if you will — were drawn into this preservation stasis loop inside a large computer within a building somewhere in the Canadian town of Fort Erie, across the river from Buffalo in New York state." Seeing Jason's eyes widen, she added, "That's what I was told by one of the people who administer this loop. Our new benefactors, you might say."

"Are they part of your company?"

"No. Daikoku has NEVER heard of these people whatsoever. Further, our benefactors...will, if they feel it necessary, go out of their way to ensure Daikoku or any mega-corporation will NEVER hear of them, using means which are..." — here, her eyes drooped with regret — "...quite violent even by ''my'' standards."

Jason blinked. "Are you...wait, that voice said you were..."

"En-Vee-Ay-Seven," Nova finished before she nodded. "Yes, Jason, it's me. It's so good to see you again." A celestial smile then crossed her face.

Jason nodded. "It's good to see you, too, Nova. So..." He looked up as he marshalled his thoughts, then he gazed intently at her. "Since we're not dead, how the heck do we get out of this place?" he asked.

She suddenly jolted, then moved to gaze past his shoulder. "I believe Doctor McPherson could better explain this better than I can."

He blinked owlishly, then turned around to see a slender woman in her early twenties floating close to him. She had wavy brown hair cut to a taper at mid-neck and glittering blue eyes, though a more natural shade than Nova's. Gazing at her body, Jason was quick to note the skintight black bodysuit which displayed all her assets — Nova wore the same type of clothing — then he glanced down at himself, relaxing on seeing that he too was covered. With that, he returned to gaze on the newcomer's face. "Hello, Jason," she greeted him with a smile, then she stared at Nova. "So this is your delightful boyfriend. You have such good taste, Nova."

"Fate rather decreed it more than I did, Doctor McPherson," Nova commented, her cheeks flaming. "Jason, this is Doctor Christine McPherson. She's the Chairwoman of the Council of Elders administering the Andrews Foundation. Doctor, Jason Matting."

Jason's eyebrow arched. "'Andrews Foundation'...?"

"I believe you know of us through our ASFR nickname: 'Sim Shop'," Christine affirmed as her eyes twinkled knowingly.

"'''''NO WAY!'''''"

"Way," Christine affirmed with a smirk. "You must be wondering how we were able to save your soul from an appointment to see Saint Peter when Andromeda beat you to death, much less WHY we elected to save you in the first place."

Jason hummed as he considered that, then he crossed his arms. "It could be said." He then stared at Nova. "I'm also pretty curious as how you saved Nova...though I sure as hell don't mind the fact that you did that, too."

"Understandable...and it was our pleasure to help you and Nova both in your time of need," Christine declared, her face beaming with pride. "We of the Foundation have, over the last forty years or so, dedicated ourselves to the preservation and enhancement of the lives of inducted sentient beings; people like Nova in other words. Part of that function is to save the lives of such people when they die and their creators have no clear way to restore them.

"We did that for Nova when her body was damaged beyond repair at the hands of Mugoi Hyōgen, the man whom she was assigned to ''protect''..." — here, Jason winced at the sarcasm in Christine's voice — "...him from an assassin. I'm not sure what you learned from Nova's replica — the one Doctor Lafeyson sent to you after Nova's 'death' — but if you need to know more, I'm sure Nova will gladly fill you in on the details."

Jason blinked as he took that in, then he turned to give his lover an aghast look. "You were protecting someone...and he turned around and stabbed you in the back?!"

Her head bowed, her eyes misting. "Yes."

His handed clenched. "If I ever catch that fucker, I'll give the creep a piece of my mind...and this!" He held up a clenched fist in emphasis.

"You need not worry about seeking retribution against him on Nova's behalf, Jason. Thanks to Nova's father, Mister Mugoi is answering for his misdeeds to a far ''higher'' authority," Christine announced with a click of her tongue, a wry smile curling her lips. "As for you, when times come that organics show uncommon kindness to sentient beings like Nova — especially in the type of situation like when you first met — then we feel it's only right that such mercy be rewarded should such a chance come."

Jason blinked before he stared intently at the doctor, then his eyes widened, a stunned smile crossing his face. "You mean to...you want to...?"

Christine sighed. "I'm afraid we've no choice in the matter, Jason. Your old body was damaged beyond any hope of repair, even making use of our own facilities. Andromeda's madness — and, unfortunately, your own show of recklessness — saw to that. Yes, you must become an android...or 'sim' as we like to call those such as myself."

Silence fell as he considered that, then he chuckled. "Well, if you might know about me, you'll understand that...on the odd occasion, I have dreamt of becoming an android, even when I was caring for Nova and her twin." His eyes fell on the fiery-haired woman nearby. "Since, as you also said, I can't go back to my old body...what choice do I have?" A shrug rolled his shoulders. "Besides...if I love this beautiful woman here — and I certainly do — then I should damn hell try to understand her as much as I can. What better way to understand an android than to become one?"

"Well, that's good enough," Christine declared with another beaming smile, then her face seemed to fell for a moment before she sighed. "I must also say that there is one other problem you will have to face. When it comes to bio-sim converts like yourself, Jason, we've found — very much to our regret in the past — that doing a male organic-to-male sim conversion leads to a growing number of psychological adjustment problems afterwards. Put simply, male bio-sim converts eventually go insane. We don't know why, though we are striving to understand, then correct the matter.

"You can — if you so choose, of course — be put into stasis until such time as we have overcome that point, but..." — here, Christine stared at Nova — "...I'm afraid that Nova has a problem. Unlike myself and my siblings in the Foundation, she has no body and cannot be given one until such time as we're able to analyze a moleculartronic neural net CPU that goes into a Daikoku android, then create the necessary program adjustment algorithms to allow her to inhabit the type of bio-synthetic CPU used in a Foundation sim. And since, being the gallant sort you are, it would only be right for you to help us get that information, well, it would be only proper that we ask you to help us give Nova the life she deserves as soon as possible. But to do that..."

"I have to risk madness...or become a female sim," Jason finished. He then sighed, looking down before he turned to gaze on Nova. "Nova?"

"I'll love you no matter which choice you make, Jason," she declared.

Jason gazed intently at her, then he braced himself before turning again to Christine, nodding in determination. "Okay, Doc, let's do it!"

"Alright, then," Christine affirmed with a relieved smile, then she stared intently at Nova. "Nova. Tell him everything. Leave nothing out."

"Yes, Doctor..."

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'''''Nemesis'''''

by Gorgo

With helpful C&C by Kishin

Based on the ''Nova'' series, written by Kishin

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'''''Later...'''''

"I don't believe that!"

Jason stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at Nova. He had just learned that the invisible barrier between them was the equivalent to a computer programming wall, designed to ensure neither disembodied people would come into contact with the other, thus risking contaminating their souls with the other person's thoughts and emotions. The fiery-haired android had just finished giving him a detailed account of her brief service for the Daikoku World Corporation. "It's true, Jason," Nova declared after she took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut in shame, then she gazed remorsefully at him. "That's the reason I had to keep things secret from you in those brief times we were together. If anyone from the Corporation learned of you..."

"Well, your dad did...but he did nothing about it," he noted, scratching his head.

She nodded, inwardly warmed at his referring to her creator Aaron Lafeyson as her "father". Then again, it was, in a sense, the truth. "Yes, he did do nothing about it. But as you now know thanks to your recent run-in with Andromeda, there are those within Daikoku — even those of my own kind — who would, for whatever reason, grossly disapprove of our liaison and punish you to the extreme for it."

"Yeah, you got that right," he noted with a scowl. "Well, it doesn't matter to you anymore...and I don't think your double will be affected by it, either. She was built without any sort of connections to Daikoku. I'm glad at least that the Foundation's keeping an eye out for her, then they'll step in to help if they have to."

"Yes, I am, too." Nova felt herself beam at the idea of having her own child, someone moulded by her thoughts and ideals...even if by proxy. "I hope I'll get the chance to meet her someday," she then breathed out.

"You'll like her," he assures her, then he blinked as he sensed something. "Eh?!"

"What is it...what...?!"

Nova's eyes widened as Jason turned, his own eyes widening on seeing the woman now standing before him. Equal in height to Jason and Nova — about 175 centimetres tall in real space — she had short-cropped black hair tinted in deep sea blue and eyes the shade of freshly-cut grass. Like Jason and Nova, she wore a black bodysuit that hugged her trim, shapely form. Her face was finely sculptured though it currently had no expression on it. Her nose was stubby yet utterly cute, there were dimples under both eyes and her lips were slender and warm, glossed with dark pink-red lipstick.

'''''Cute as a million kittens''''' would be one way to describe her face.

"Who are you?" he asked.

The girl coolly replied, "I am a mental representation of the CPU fitted into a Type 86 female sim, sentience Class G, Unit Two. My designation as programmed into me — unless the controlling conscience disagrees — is 'Janna Matting'. I have been projected into this loop to merge with the controlling conscience, designate 'Jason Matting', so programming and construction of my physical form can be completed."

Jason blinked as he took that in, then he lightly smiled. "Why the name 'Janna'?"

"It can be interpreted as the female version of 'Janus', the god of new beginnings in Roman myth," the conscience of Unit 86F002-G replied.

"Befitting," Nova mused.

Unit 86F002-G ignored her as she gazed expectantly at Jason, awaiting his response. He blinked as he took a moment to marshal his courage, then he stared at Nova. "As King Henry once said, 'Once more unto the breech, dear friends'..."

"Good luck, Jason."

Jason smiled before he faced 86F002-G. "I'm ready."

"Let it be so," the sim affirmed as her eyes glowed.

Jason felt his body fade...

...then it suddenly reformed as a tidal wave of thoughts and ideas slammed into her, filling every crook of her very essence. Faces, names, body unit numbers, ideas, codes, a torrent of information no normal organic could absorb without going insane...

It all made sense to her.

Next came the history of the Andrews Foundation and its founder, how a man whose awe and love of the science-fiction classic ''Metropolis'' morphed into his creating a top-secret research centre, one secluded from general society to this very day. A nexus point where others like Professor George Andrews could gather, share ideas, experiment and build without interference. How that nexus point became the well-spring from which simulated humanoids were born, starting with Type X-64s like Christine McPherson. When they were proven to be compatible emotionally with organics, the sims were let loose, given control of their destiny, then charged to go forth, seek those like them out and welcome them into their orbit. Offer shelter to those androids, robots and other inducted sentient beings — plus those organics who demonstrated love and kindness to such beings — then allow them to become one with society at large.

Her vision then returned as Janna gazed on Nova. Confusion warped through the former for a moment — wasn't she supposed to be standing with her back to her beloved? — then her mind cleared as she floated over to place herself against the barrier protecting Nova's soul from hers. "You okay?" she asked on noting Nova's awed look.

"I...it was incredible!" Nova declared in a hushed voice. "The look on your face, Jaso-...Janna," she corrected herself, grinning apologetically at her. "Oh, it must've been sheer ecstasy for you..."

"Yeah, it was pretty intensive," Janna admitted with a chuckle, then she sighed. "Look, I have to go get things ready. As Arnold said it best..." — here, she turned away, her voice slipping into a faux German accent — "...I'll be back."

"I'll be waiting," Nova affirmed as she waved while Janna faded from view, then she slipped into a sitting position. "Ganbatte, Janna...my love..."

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"Ah, there you are, Janna. Ready to begin?"

Janna jolted, then she smiled on recognizing the slender Slavic woman with long, straight black hair and brown eyes. Like all those who enter the Foundation's stasis net, she was dressed in a form-fitting black bodysuit, a holographic datapadd floating before her. "Doctor Lafeyson," Janna affirmed, bowing to her. "I'm ready."

"Alright, then," Audrey Lafeyson, Aaron's ex-wife and Nova's now-adopted mother, declared as she tapped the datapadd to begin the physical construction process. "You're receiving a Type 86F body, Janna. Would you like HCV add-ons?"

''Heavy Combat Variant'', Janna comprehended Audrey's request, instantly understanding what that would mean in real space. "It'd be wise, I suppose," she noted as she crossed her arms. "If Andromeda was anything like what a crazed Daikoku combat gynoid can be, why take the damned risk? Besides, I might be asked to rescue NVA-C one of these days, so I might as well be prepared."

"Good point," Audrey noted as she tapped controls. "Would you like to try out the HCV-S module as well? We need it tested."

Janna blinked as she considered that. The Specialized variation of HCV meant that she would have forearm-mounted gravity-warp projectors, the emitters built into the palms of her hands. Using that, she could do some major redecorating in case the opposition got intense. "I'll need at least a Class Eight fuel pump to keep up with the demands those monsters will draw on my energy reserves."

"You'll get a Nine-Es pump," Audrey automatically promised. "It's more efficient than an Eight or Eight-Es pump, so you won't have to binge TOO much."

"Great!" Janna affirmed with a smirk. Fuel pumps served as combination heart and stomach for a Foundation sim. Taking in food like normal people — or any sort of solid matter — the pump would convert it into plasma energy, then force it through an efficient cardiovascular system to answer her body's energy demands. The fuel pump in a Foundation sim was, outside the CPU, the most important organ in the body. The Class 9S pump — about the size of the average hardcover novel — was the latest model.

"Alright then," Audrey advised as she tapped controls, then she motioned to a glowing circular pad now beside Janna. "Step there and relax. We'll beam you in."

"Right," Janna declared as she stepped onto the pad. "Energize!"

Audrey flipped controls. Janna then faded out in a sparkle of light. As soon as she was alone, the brown-haired prototype sim closed her eyes. "Go, Janna...my beautiful daughter-in-law..." she whispered, eyes glittering with tears. "Go, Nemesis...my angel of vengeance. Go bring Aaron, Nova and Andromeda the justice they deserve..."

----

'''''Darkness...'''

Wait!''

'''UNIT INITIAL WAKE-UP PROGRAM...BEGIN'''

'''UNIT TYPE...FOUNDATION TYPE 86F, HEAVY COMBAT VARIANT (SPECIAL), UNIT 2'''

'''SELF-DESIGNATION...JANNA MATTING'''

'''SYSTEMS CHECK...'''

'''FUEL PUMP PROGRAM...ACTIVE'''

'''SENSORY NET...ACTIVE'''

'''CPU DIAGNOSTIC...COMPLETE'''

'''MEMORY CELL DIAGNOSTIC...COMPLETE'''

'''COMBAT SYSTEMS PROGRAM...ENGAGE'''

'''COMSYS PROGRAM DIAGNOSTIC...COMPLETE'''

'''GRAV-WARP PROJECTOR SYSTEM...OK'''

'''BIO-FIELD DEFENCE SYSTEM...OK'''

'''MONO-BLADE ARCHITECTURE...OK'''

'''COMSYS POWER CELL LEVEL...100%'''

'''SPECIAL CPU OPERATION PROGRAM "NEMESIS"...ENGAGE'''

'''TIME TO AWAKEN...05...04...03...02...01...00'''

Janna's eyes fluttered open, a diagnostic window in her left eye then flashing the necessary messages flowing in from all parts of her body. The warm touch of the bed under her allowed her skin to flex, the underlying duranium fibres which served as her outer layer of defensive armour not moving to interlink and render her as hard as the plate armour of an M1A1 Abrams tank. She was quick to sense that almost all her body was sheathed in clothing. A bodysuit? As elements of her CPU received confirming messages from various parts of her body, she slowly sat up, allowing the blanket to fall from her. Gazing at herself, Janna smiled on seeing the plain white jumpsuit normally worn by female Foundation sims when working inside their headquarters.

Slipping the covers aside, she swung her legs out, then stood, her internal auto-balancer pumps — located in her head beside her ears — making sure she remained on her feet. With that, she took several steps to a floor-length mirror to stare at herself. As the beautiful image was reflected back through the glass, Janna felt her cheeks heat. "Shit, I do look hot!" she purred in a silky yet refined voice, similar to Nova's in a way but without the nasalized English noblewoman's accent.

Curiosity then filled her as she reached up to the zipper holding her jumpsuit in place, then she pulled it down to the level of her hipbones. Seeing the generous cleavage exposed, Janna shuddered as a subtle rush flooded various parts of her lower body. Closing her eyes as she took a deep breath — ensuring more oxygen would flood her plasma-like "blood" and keep the energy output from her fuel pump high — she then took the flaps of her suit, then pulled away to expose her breasts.

Her jaw dropped in awed shock as they seem to jiggle from being freed like that. Drawing one hand from its sleeve, she then reached over to tenderly pinch one of her nipples. A jolt of hot fire suddenly lanced through her sensory net as the flesh hardened, input igniting glands within her to send a torrent of synthetic estrogen right into her CPU. Janna remained still as her hand continued to caress the plump mounds on her chest, then without thinking, she drew her other arm clear of the jumpsuit to ensure she could give pleasure to both of her breasts.

''Guess this must be one way girls masturbate'', she mused as she stepped back, sitting on the diagnostic bed. Drawing one hand up, she licked her fingers, then reached down to draw the dampness over her skin. The rush of synthogen inside her suddenly became a storm as she swung back onto her bed, one hand reaching down to fully unzip her jumpsuit and seek out another dampening spot on her body.

She jolted in surprise on feeling crinkly hairs above her groin, then she pulled the jumpsuit's fabric clear, looking down to see a neatly-trimmed bush of raven hair over her womanhood. ''Maybe I should shave myself'', she mused as a finger probed past the folds of her labia, then her mind exploded as it made contact with her clitoris.

"'''''WHOA!'''''" she cried, her body tensing as an orgasm slammed through her like a runaway freight train, then she slowly shifted onto her side as she allowed the synthogen to drain into her cardiovascular system and clear away from her CPU.

"Oh, man...that was fuckin' fantastic...!" she muttered, a giddy smile crossing her face. Taking another deep breath to restore her active power levels to normal, she sat up, hands yanking the jumpsuit away from her body. A glance to her left revealed a small dresser unit with vanity mirror. Walking over, she opened the top drawer to see several folded pairs of panties and sports bras. Taking a pair out, she slipped the panties up her legs. Stopping at mid-thigh, Janna shifted her legs apart, then slipped a hand in to caress herself. Another shudder ripped through her, then she drew her hand up to take a deep smell. Ripe, freshly-picked strawberries, almost like the way Nova's womanhood had registered to Jason when they had made love.

''Nice...''

With that, she slipped her panties into place, then drew the sports bra over her, adjusting herself so her breasts weren't pinched by the cloth; no doubt, it'd hurt Janna as much as a constricted hard-on would hurt Jason. Now donning the right undergarments, Janna knelt to the second drawer to draw out a polo shirt and a pair of worn blue jeans. Janna paused on seeing the jeans, then she grinned. Brand new clothes could attract someone's attention, make people question what was going on.

Slipping them into place, she put on cotton socks and slip-on pumps before walking to the doorway, one hand reaching for a bomber jacket conveniently hanging from a wall rack. She headed through the door, slipping her arms into the jacket as the portal closed automatically behind her. Janna now found herself in a dimly-lit corridor. Walking to a seven-way junction, she then turned left, finding herself before double doors. They parted as the door sensors detected her, allowing her inside.

Past the doors lay a small control room, about five metres square. Computers lined all the walls, along with air vents. Seated at the various stations were women of all possible racial backgrounds, varying in age from late teens to early thirties. Staring at these, a small sampling of her new extended family, Janna was surprised to see that not all of them were unnatural icons of beauty. There were girls that seemed nearly anorexic, some body-builders, the stocky overweight types, girls with overlarge breasts and even the permanently underdeveloped. Shaking her head, Janna emitted a low whistle. They all looked to the very end like normal people.

No wonder the Andrews Foundation had kept itself secret for so long.

With that, she proceeded to stand behind one station, marked '''MONITOR UNIT TWO (DAIKOKU)''' on a placard over the view screen. At the station was a stocky Asian with plain-cut black hair and brown eyes. Her attention was locked fully on the screen before her. Janna hummed, then concentrates:

'''UNIT IDENTIFICATION PROGRAM...BEGIN'''

'''TARGET SUBJECT...IDENTIFIED'''

'''SUBJECT UNIT TYPE...FOUNDATION TYPE 70F, UNIT 271'''

'''SUBJECT SELF-DESIGNATION...SAKURAI CHISATO'''

'''SUBJECT TASK LISTING...MONITOR OFFICER, FOUNDATION HQ GROUP'''

'''FURTHER DATA INPUT (Y/N)_?'''

Janna hummed, mentally responding negatively to her UIP request as she turned her full attention to the woman before her. Chisato wouldn't normally attract the attention of most...but from the intensive look on her face, Janna guessed she would be a handful in bed. ''It's always the ones we ignore who're the best at that sort of thing.''

Glancing down, she then noticed that Chisato's button shirt was opened, allowing cables from the monitor computer to be plugged into an open panel on her stomach. It was centred on her navel, Janna then noted before she remembered that all Foundation sims had a maintenance hatch there. That was one big cosmetic difference between sims and gynoids like Nova; they had realistic navels. All one had to do was press into the belly button and they would trigger a hidden switch to open the panel.

Seeing the thickness of the cable plugged into Chisato now, Janna quickly realized that the monitor officer was directly inputting feed data from the monitor units into her CPU. ''Fastest way to do it'', the just-woken special action officer — that was Janna's job within the Andrews Foundation, she knew now — mused, nodding. Sighing, she then placed a hand on Chisato's shoulder, causing the other sim to blink. A quick glance to Janna, Chisato then turned back to her screen. "Can I help you, Janna?"

"I need to know if there are any Daikoku gynoids in North America and where they are, Chisato. It's for Nova and Andromeda."

"One moment." Chisato then closed her eyes, firing off a request into the monitor unit's CPU. After a minute, she then relaxed. "I have Unit NVA-C now in Los Angeles, currently at Galaxy Fashions..."

Janna sighed. "Nova..." she whispered. "No, not her. Anyone else?"

"Unit NVX-3R has just arrived in Los Angeles..."

"Who's that?"

"Her name is Robyn. Information and reconnaissance officer; she was just activated. She was dispatched from Tōkyō to investigate a computer leak inside Daikoku's system. The trace will take her to Galaxy Fashions, but the origin of the leak is elsewhere."

"Will it threaten Nova?"

Chisato hummed as she considered that, then she shook her head. "I don't think so...but given that the second Nova is fully sentient, if she and Robyn encounter the other, the chances are very good that Nova will boost Robyn to full sentience, not to mention cut Robyn off from being traced by Daikoku."

Janna hummed as elements of her CPU churned through the data, the "Nemesis" protocols postulating scenarios which could result from such an encounter. She pursed her lips, then she sighed. "If that happens, additional personnel could be sent after Robyn."

"Agreed," Chisato affirmed with a nod. "Most likely organic officers. Janna, the Council has forbidden a direct attack by any Foundation field officer on Daikoku special ops personnel. You need a waver from Doctor McPherson to go after them even if Doctor Lafeyson wanted you to."

"True...but that's not our worry now. Any other Daikoku units in North America or do I gotta go to Japan to find them?"

Chisato turned back to her screen as she considered that. "There is a possibility."

"Where?"

"Outside Dallas. There's an unauthorized research unit being run by one of the scientists who worked on the NVX combat gynoid program. Unit NVX-14 is with her now."

Janna blinked, then she pulled up her shirt, her finger pressing into her navel.

''CLICK!''

A round section of skin cut away from her abdomen, revealing the underlying layers of synthetic muscles plus several datajack ports. "Link me in please, Chisato."

"Alright," Chisato affirmed as she drew a spare cable from the monitor unit, then she turned to slip that into Janna's abdomen.

The field officer jolted as she sensed her mind link into the other sim's machine, then she closed her eyes as data streamed directly into her CPU. Alright, the chief scientist of the group was a woman named Futaba Riho. One of Aaron Lafeyson's several apprentices, Riho had spearheaded the development of the NVX combat gynoids, units similar in function to the Type 66, 76 and 86 combat sims the Foundation created.

Due to development problems with the NVX series concerning their wetware, the project was shelved. Riho had dissented, wanting a chance to try to make it work. It had been refused and she had been reassigned to North America. It was there that she disappeared from Daikoku's security net by faking her own death in a car crash.

''How on Earth did she get her hands on one of her own creations?'' Janna then wondered before she sighed. Despite how it had happened, this was a very good development. If Riho was smart, she would have ensured all records on NVX-14 had been wiped out before she skipped out of Japan. Someone working in Daikoku was probably helping her...

Yes. Ichirō Kyōsuke, another scientist who had been assigned to the NVX project. Yes, he was still officially on Daikoku's payroll. If that was so and if he was working with Riho, chances were there Kyōsuke was a possible double-agent, ready to sell her out if something went wrong...or went very right. Given the nature of the people working for Daikoku, Janna was willing to wager that if NVX-14 was made safe, Kyōsuke could easily eliminate Riho, then take credit for what happened himself.

''Bastards!''

"We got a hot one here," Janna affirmed with a nod, then she stared at Chisato. "Hey, want to tag along for the ride? I could use an expert for the trip."

Chisato turned to stare wide-eyed at the other sim. "You...want me to go with you?" she asked in a stunned squeak. "Janna, I'm not...!"

"Field personnel," Janna finished before she nodded in determination. "Yeah, I know, but you ARE an expert on all the types of androids Daikoku builds. I'm willing to also bet that you're also knowledgeable on what that company does since Nova and her sisters clearly play a big role. I don't know everything I'd want to about that situation. Programming it into me is fine and fair, but I'd prefer a second person to give me a counter-argument in case something goes very wrong down there."

Chisato blinked, then she felt her cheeks heat at Janna's compliment before she nodded. "I'll do my best to justify your faith in me, Janna." She then turned back to the board, concentrating for a moment. "There, I just contacted my replacement. When he gets in here, we'll head out then, alright?"

"Great!" Janna affirmed as she moved to unplug herself...

----

'''''Thirty minutes later...'''''

A private jet lifted off from an airfield north of the Foundation's headquarters, turning south-west to cross Lake Erie into Ohio on course for Texas. Once the airplane was wheels-up and moving to level off, Chisato flicked a switch, activating a visual/radar cloaking field that made the plane fade from outside view. Now in the co-pilot's chair, Janna sighed as she watched the countryside pass. When they were preparing to take off, Chisato had explained that the cloak now protecting them wasn't enough to cover a heat trail or engine noise, but if the jet remained close to cloud cover, it could confuse ground observers as to who was passing overhead.

Gazing at the other sim as she recalled that, Janna then sighed, reaching over to squeeze Chisato's hand. "Thanks for helping me do this."

"My pleasure," Chisato declared with a smile before she projected a concerned stare. "How are you adjusting, Janna? It's rare for an organic-convert sim to leap into action the day she's first activated."

"I guess it's this 'Nemesis' program inside my brain that's keeping me focused on what I have to do," Janna affirmed with a shrug, a light smile crossing her face. She didn't take notice of Chisato's widening eyes on affirming what had been programmed in her. "It's a good thing, though...and besides, Nova deserves the chance to get back on her feet as soon as possible. I'm not going to deny her that."

"You must love her," Chisato noted with a chuckle. "I'm envious."

"Hey, it doesn't mean that I don't want to be friends with anyone else," Janna returned, then she sat back in her chair. "Chisato?"

"Yes?"

"Others like me...those who were organics before the Foundation helped them...did they have problems adjusting?"

Chisato sighed, giving Janna a reassuring squeeze before flicking on the auto-pilot. "Some of them did...but we're careful over who we choose to become part of us. Then again, every one of them was usually the lover or friend of an android or gynoid we wanted to rescue, so that made things flow a lot more easily in the long term. They decided the same thing you did before your parts merged to become Janna: If they were going to stay in love or be friends with the android or gynoid in question, it was only right for them too to become sims when the android or gynoid crossed over."

"That's good." Janna then closed her eyes. "I'm going to go into sleep mode for a bit. Wake me when we get there, alright."

"Alright..."

----

'''''Four hours later...'''''

The plane landed on one of the runways at Carswell Air Force Base west of downtown Fort Worth. The air base had been closed some years ago due to budget cuts. Once clear of government red tape and oversight, it had been taken over by a front corporation controlled by older-model sims so field personnel like Janna would have discrete places to insert and extract themselves from. The company that ran Carswell as a private-use runway actually turned a tidy profit from the many businesspersons who flew in and out of the Dallas area. Seeing one more private jet land or take off wouldn't make any passer-by blink; the cloak that shielded the jet could maintain a complete radar masking even if the visual cloak had been deactivated.

Taxiing into a hangar, Chisato then had the jet shut down as ground crews — all of whom were Type 70 Class C heavy labour sims, Janna knew; they were simply called "droids" in Foundation parlance due to their total lack of sentience — secured it down. The two sentient sims quickly disembarked to find an unmarked panel van awaiting them. "I called ahead to have transportation arranged," Chisato declared with a proud smile on noting Janna's surprised look before they boarded the van, then she drove the vehicle out of the hangar to get out to the expressways.

"Thanks," Janna affirmed. "Now you see why I asked you along?"

"That's the big disadvantage of the 'Nemesis' program," Chisato warned with a knowing smirk. "You're concentrating so much on avenging what's happened to Nova that you're risking letting details slip through. It's okay."

"Okay, then. Get us over there!"

She nodded. "Right away!"

The van made its way soon enough onto Interstate 30, heading east past Fort Worth into Dallas. Turning north on Route 360, they took the Carrier Parkway exit, then Chisato proceeded into the western outskirts of Irving. Just north of the underpass racing below I-30 outside Grand Prairie, she made another left into an abandoned industrial zone, then pulled the van off to one side. "We're about seven hundred metres from where Doctor Futaba and Unit 14 are." She pointed to the south-east. "See there?"

Janna looked. "The place with all the windows gone?"

"That's it. They're in the basement. Other than Doctor Futaba and Unit Fourteen, there are four. Doctor Ichirō and three assistants, all still Daikoku employees."

"Good enough for me," Janna affirmed with a nod, opening the door as she slipped out. "Stay here until I signal you to come in."

"Right. Good luck."

Janna headed away from the van, acting like someone who had to do something on her own. When she reached a side road that led past the target building in question, she calmly turned to begin her approach run. Concentrating for a quick second, she then relaxed on seeing a message flash in her eye:

'''UNIT COMBAT SYSTEMS PROGRAM...BEGIN'''

'''COMSYS PROGRAM TACTICAL DISPLAY ANALYSIS DIAGNOSTIC...OK'''

'''GRAV-WARP PROJECTOR SYSTEM...OK'''

'''BIO-FIELD DEFENCE SYSTEM...OK'''

'''MONO-BLADE ARCHITECTURE...OK'''

'''COMSYS POWER CELL LEVEL...100%'''

'''SPECIAL CPU OPERATION PROGRAM "NEMESIS"...ACTIVE'''

'''BEGIN OPERATION...'''

Janna tensed as she performed a multi-spectral examination of the target building. No external sensors or hidden weapons emplacements were detected. Heat residue indicated a passenger car of some sort had recently driven up to one of the loading doors obscured from a casual glance from nearby roads. Focusing on that, she headed in.

She soon stopped behind the corner of one building, glancing at the door in question. The door seemed locked...

''Wait!''

No, it was opened, though obscured in such a way that it would seemed locked whenever someone passed by. If someone ever did.

''Alright, fair enough'', she mused as she concentrated:

'''UNIT BIO-FIELD DEFENCE SYSTEM...BEGIN'''

'''SENSOR ECM MASK TYPE...DAIKOKU NVA GYNOID'''

With that, Janna straightened, dashing quickly to the door, stopping to one side as she checked through a broken window to examine the main floor. It was almost empty save for some rusting machinery...and a car hidden in the shadows, obscured easily by surrounding machinery and the building walls. Very clever, these people.

With that, she walked down to another shattered window, then easily slipped inside, landing gingerly on the floor. Rising, she glanced around...then she jolted as a hidden access door opened, revealing a muscular man dressed in overalls, Daikoku symbols on the arms and chest. He looked at her, then he smile, closing the door behind him as he quietly walked over to her. "'Bout time you came here!" he hissed in English. "We've been expecting someone for sometime now."

Janna was quick to realize the fellow now believed her to be one of Nova's NVA sisters. She was quick to fall into her "role". No doubt, all the others with Futaba Riho were ready to sell her out to the Daikoku Corporation. Too bad. "I came as soon as I was dispatched from Japan," she declared coolly as she allowed all emotions to drain from her face. "Where is Doctor Futaba and the rogue android?" She had remembered to use that term in lieu of the word "gynoid", which was not commonly done in Daikoku even if all their creations were female-form.

"This way."

Janna fell in behind him as he headed to where the hatch was. Kneeling, he tapped a hidden sensor pad, then straightened as the hatch opened. As he swung around to step down, a hand clapped his mouth shut as he felt a VERY sharp pain rip through his chest! Janna yanked his head back hard enough to break the spine with a twist of her left hand, allowing fifty centimetre-long monomolecular vibro-claws presently jutting from the fingertips of her right hand to shred his heart and major blood vessels. Blood sprays from the wound as she pulled back her claws, her other hand contemptuously tossing the Daikoku worker aside. She then looked down to see one of the fellow's co-workers staring in wide-eyed shock at her.

Said worker was now paralyzed by mortal terror. He had been told by Ichirō Kyōsuke that one of the NVA androids would come by soon to kill Futaba Riho, thus ensuring the company's android projects would remain secure and hidden from public view. A ground sensor had detected up the arrival of a van five minutes ago, which meant that the operation was finally underway. Like his co-workers, he was expecting an unearthly beauty who could be co-oped into sex; after all, androids were programmed to obey any organic working for Daikoku. He CERTAINLY didn't expect a raven-haired tomboy with half-metre long glowing claws tipping the fingers of one hand!

Especially one who had just casually murdered his friend!

Staring at him, Janna hissed as her legs propelled her down, sending her flying into him with the force of a runaway truck! Her claws lancing into his heart wasn't necessary in the long term; the impact of her body on his had crushed his rib cage, pulping his heart and lungs. With that, Janna spun to her right to see a large space, about the size of the central monitor room in Fort Erie. Standing there were three more people, two men and a woman, all now staring wide-eyed at the new arrival. Also there was another woman, a tall silver-haired beauty now prostrate on a diagnostic bed beside the woman Janna recognizes as Futaba Riho.

"Who are you?!" Ichirō Kyōsuke, standing close to Riho, screamed out.

Janna didn't dignify him with an answer as she snapped up her other hand, aiming her palm at the third person present. The air before the skin crackled loudly as an energy ball formed, then it lanced forth. Riho and Kyōsuke watched as the poor man was pulped by the gravity-warp, his shredded flesh and blood showering the wall behind where he stood. Once he was down, Janna allowed herself to relax as she stared at the two scientists. "Do I have your attention now, doctors?" she then sweetly inquired.

Riho, a dusky-skinned woman with blonde hair pulled back from her angular face, which was pierced with blue eyes, grinned. "You're from the Foundation, aren't you?!" she demanded. "You're a Type Eighty-six!"

Kyōsuke spun around to stare wide-eyed at Riho. Janna was just as stunned as the Daikoku scientist on hearing that. "You know of us?" she demanded.

"Yes," Riho affirmed. "Did Audrey send you?!"

"What foundation?!" Kyōsuke demanded.

Janna gazed at him, then she held up her hand, allowing her claws to retract into her fingertips, they melting like plastic over an open fire right into the surrounding flesh. Gazing at that, Kyōsuke blinks, his mind whirling at warp speed. An android of some sort, clearly VERY advanced if what he just saw was an indication, working for a group that openly hunted Daikoku personnel...? That wouldn't be tolerated by ANYONE back in Tōkyō. He quickly yanked out a pistol; if he was fast enough...

Seeing that, Janna lunged, fist cocked back. Just as he was about to swing the gun to bear on the oncoming sim, her fist connected with his jaw. His head snapped back with an audible crack! as the spine and jaw were shattered from the impact, the blow sending him flying into a wall. He seemed to pause for moment before he slumped to the floor, his pistol clattering by his side as Janna quickly stepped back, her arm raised to strike again if he got back up.

No chance in that.

Riho looked over, then she relaxed before walking up to stand beside Janna. "I think you got him," she mused as she clicked her tongue.

Janna then stared intently at the scientist for a moment before she reached over to unbutton the older woman's shirt. Riho calmly placed a hand on the field officer's arm to stop her. "Relax, there's no need to do that."

"You're one of us?"

"Modified Type 66F infiltration sim; I'm one of about a half-dozen now working inside the Corporation," Riho affirmed. "I won't be listed in your databanks if you're trying to key in the identification program to learn who I am. Who came with you?"

"Just me, Riho."

Both turned as Chisato stepped down into the lab. "Hey, stranger!" Riho hailed as she walked over to draw her friend into a warm embrace. "About time!"

Janna's jaw dropped. "You knew?!" she demanded, spinning on Chisato.

"Yes...but I couldn't reveal anything about undercover personnel, not even to you, Janna," Chisato calmly replied as she returned the field officer's look, then she turned to gaze on the still NVX gynoid nearby. "What about her? Any luck?"

"A little," Riho affirmed with a shake of her head. "As far as Ichirō and whoever was in control of him knows, I was 'frantic' about trying to make the NVX program work. Too bad he won't be able to report more to whoever his friends in Japan might be."

"Why kidnap this girl?" Janna asked.

"Nova," Riho answered. "I was one of the first to learn that she had become sentient. I knew that sooner or later, the chance might come that she'd die on duty. When her soul would be saved by our systems, we'd need the chance to decipher the coding that goes into a Daikoku gynoid's brain. I couldn't get the chance to do that while I was still working in Tōkyō, so I had to do it here."

Janna took that in, then she lightly smiled. "Thank you."

"You love Nova, don't you?"

An automatic nod answered. "Yes, I do. Very much."

"Good. I need to get back to Fort Erie to help give Nova a new chance at life...but first, I have something else to do," Riho stated, her eyes turning towards NVX-14...

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'''''Later...'''''

"Why a garbage dumpster?!"

"She won't be there for long," Riho stated as the van pulled into the hangar. Already, the ground crew was warming up the jet for the flight back to Fort Erie. "I programmed Fourteen to awaken in an hour's time," the scientist added as the three sims disembarked, filing into the jet as one of the ground crew moved to shift the vehicle away to allow the jet the chance to egress from the hangar. "The first person she sees that shows her kindness, she'll start to gravitate to."

"What about her mental problems?" Chisato wondered as they slipped into the cockpit, the monitor officer looking over the controls as she begins pre-flight checks.

Janna and Riho sat down in the co-pilot's and flight engineer's seats. "She'll still have some trouble coping...but over time and barring any serious problems, she'll overcome them," the latter affirmed. "If it gets too bad, I can always come back."

"What about whoever was backing up Ichirō?" Janna wondered.

"No problems there," Riho affirmed with a knowing smirk. "I managed to get my hands on a corpse from one of the morgues, then hid it in the lab when Kyōsuke and the others weren't looking. With the thermite you laid out to wreck the place, the people in Daikoku will have no idea what happened there or why...IF they choose to investigate the matter, which I think they might not. After all, whoever the executive was that was behind Kyōsuke — if he raises too much of a stink over what happened — will have to explain to Osato why he let an NVX combat gynoid loose."

Janna took a moment to absorb that, then she sighed. "Too bad, then...but I'm still a little uncomfortable about letting someone with some screwed-up wiring in the old CPU running loose, especially with what else those NVX are capable of doing."

Riho nodded. "Yes, that's true...but all of us, one way or another, learns best by experience, not just by programming. Besides, with the way I programmed Fourteen, I made sure she — once she chooses the person she loves — will always seek to protect him. The people in Daikoku never realized that in a bodyguard situation, an NVX can be like a lioness protecting her cubs. Whoever the lucky fellow or lady is that comes together with Fourteen, he'll be quite safe with her FROM her. Count on it."

"And we'll be always there if she needs us," Chisato added.

Janna considered that before she sighed. "Okay, fair enough. Let's go home. The sooner Nova's back on her feet, the better."

"Okay," Chisato affirmed as she turned the engines on.

As the monitor officer moved to guide the jet from the hangar, Janna fell quiet as she closed her eyes, many warm images bombarding her mind of a life Fate decreed that she could no longer live. Images that focused specifically on a beautiful flame-haired, blue-eyed Galatea. ''Two of them'', the sim born as Jason Matting then reminded herself. One now trapped, disembodied, in a master computer in Ontario. The other alone in California, heartbroken over what happened to the man she loved. Now, a third Galatea would haunt Janna's thoughts: A tall, muscular giantess with silver-blue hair.

With those images come a storm of doubts. As she was now, Janna Matting could do so much to help not just both Novas and the yet-to-be-named NVX-14, but all their many sisters in Japan and elsewhere. But would the cure she could provide for those gynoids ultimately be worse than the disease called "Daikoku"? Dare she go all out, hunt down the inhuman bastards who had treated Nova, Andromeda and the others like throw-away toys, then give them a taste of Heaven-sent justice, Andrews Foundation-style? Or should she sit back and let things happen, let Fate and Destiny dictate what happened to the others without her stepping into the fray?

Which way should she go...?

'''''To Be Continued...?'''''

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'''''WRITER'S NOTES'''''

With Kishin-san's kind permission, I wrote this side story to his beautiful Nova stories, explaining what could have happened to the original Nova (NVA-7) and Jason Matting after their deaths. As Kishin-san stated in ''[[The Mourning After]]'', he got a lot of flack over Jason's demise, so I decided to do a "what if" story in answer to that.

Kishin-san is to be credited for giving us our beloved flame-haired gynoid and her love, not to mention other characters appearing in his stories. The Andrews Foundation and characters associated with that are mine, though people are free to use the concepts behind them in their works (as long as I get credit for it, of course).

Time-wise, this story began immediately after ''[[NVA Showdown]]''. Janna awakened in her new body around the time of ''[[An Unexpected Guest]]''16. Given what happened in the latter part of that story, I set ''[[Garbage]]'' around the same time-frame. Kishin-san might disagree with me on that point (which is his right, of course; they're his stories).

The sims are, internally, much more realistic androids/gynoids than the Daikoku NVA/NVX series. In essence, most of their bodies are composed of biosynthetic similcra of natural organic tissue, though they do have mechanical parts scattered all over. "Laboratory-built synthetic cyborgs" would be one way of looking at them.

Like Nova and her sisters, Andrews Foundation sims have a body unit number. Janna's is '''86F002H/S-G'''. This means she is a female Type 86 sim (third generation combat model), Unit Two, built as a Heavy Combat Variant with Specialized equipment within her and possesses a Class G sentience rating (which is no different than Nova's).

Christine McPherson is '''X64F021-G'''. That makes her a female Type X-64 (prototype) sim, Unit Twenty-one, with Class G sentience. Audrey Lafeyson is '''X64F049-G'''.

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2016-10-29T18:47:16Z

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"Noba...I lobe you..."

Darkness fell as a wailing scream assaulted him from all sides. The sensation of one falling down a tunnel warped through his soul as all physical tactile sensations faded away. Even the mournful wail of Nova's screaming denial at his departure from this life faded, though it was the last thing of the mortal world Jason Matting heard.

How befitting.

The darkness seemed encompassing, then it suddenly faded into brilliant, all-consuming light. Jason felt no fear as he sensed a body — could it be called a '''''body'''''? — form around him. Familiar sensations of movement, breathing, the five main senses, all rushed into him like a tidal wave, then he looked around.

All white, nothing in sight...

Wait!

His eyes focused on a dark shape off in the distance, slowly floating towards him. Jason remained still as the shape grew, assumed human shape, became clearly female, then gained colour. His eyes then widened as familiar features became apparent to him. Golden skin with a fleck of brown. Long fiery crimson-blonde hair. The supple, lithe shape of a dancer. A finely sculptured face. Glittering blue eyes.

"Nova!"

Jason remained still as Nova seemed to slow, uncurling from a foetal position to glance around wherever they were. She then stopped as her eyes locked on his. They widened suddenly as recognition dawned on her, then a delighted smile crossed her face...before the smile vanished as Nova froze, her eyes widening more in shock, then a horror-struck look overcame her, seemingly making her fall back from him.

"Nova, wait!" Jason called out as he reached for her...

...before he screamed in frustration as SOMETHING as hard as diamond stopped him from touching her. A grunt escaped him as he drew his hand back, then he stared quizzically at Nova before reaching out again. The hard feeling returned. A transparent wall between them? Pushing against it, Jason grunted on feeling nothing give, then he finally relaxed before fixing Nova with a determined stare.

"Can you hear me, Nova?!" he screamed.

Nova blinked, then her mouth fluttered in reply. No sound. "Oh, hell..." Jason muttered before calling out, "I can't hear you, Nova!"

Nova paused, then nodded before looking up, her mouth fluttering again. Jason stared at her...then he jolted as a booming voice called out, "'''''YOU MAY CONVERSE WITH DAIKOKU UNIT NVA-7, JASON MATTING.'''''"

"Can you hear me, Jason?!" she called out loud and clear.

"Yeah, now I can! Where ARE we?!" he demanded as he looked around. Other than Nova, he could see nothing save white. "Is this...?!"

"Heaven?" One of Nova's eyebrows arched, a wry smile crossing her face, then she sighed. "No. Nor is this Hell, Jason. We're not really dead...though we're not really alive either. What happened to you?!"

He jolted. "We're not '''''dead'''''?!"

"No," she affirmed with a shake of her head. "Our...life-essences — our souls if you will — were drawn into this preservation stasis loop inside a large computer within a building somewhere in the Canadian town of Fort Erie, across the river from Buffalo in New York state." Seeing Jason's eyes widen, she added, "That's what I was told by one of the people who administer this loop. Our new benefactors, you might say."

"Are they part of your company?"

"No. Daikoku has NEVER heard of these people whatsoever. Further, our benefactors...will, if they feel it necessary, go out of their way to ensure Daikoku or any mega-corporation will NEVER hear of them, using means which are..." — here, her eyes drooped with regret — "...quite violent even by ''my'' standards."

Jason blinked. "Are you...wait, that voice said you were..."

"En-Vee-Ay-Seven," Nova finished before she nodded. "Yes, Jason, it's me. It's so good to see you again." A celestial smile then crossed her face.

Jason nodded. "It's good to see you, too, Nova. So..." He looked up as he marshalled his thoughts, then he gazed intently at her. "Since we're not dead, how the heck do we get out of this place?" he asked.

She suddenly jolted, then moved to gaze past his shoulder. "I believe Doctor McPherson could better explain this better than I can."

He blinked owlishly, then turned around to see a slender woman in her early twenties floating close to him. She had wavy brown hair cut to a taper at mid-neck and glittering blue eyes, though a more natural shade than Nova's. Gazing at her body, Jason was quick to note the skintight black bodysuit which displayed all her assets — Nova wore the same type of clothing — then he glanced down at himself, relaxing on seeing that he too was covered. With that, he returned to gaze on the newcomer's face. "Hello, Jason," she greeted him with a smile, then she stared at Nova. "So this is your delightful boyfriend. You have such good taste, Nova."

"Fate rather decreed it more than I did, Doctor McPherson," Nova commented, her cheeks flaming. "Jason, this is Doctor Christine McPherson. She's the Chairwoman of the Council of Elders administering the Andrews Foundation. Doctor, Jason Matting."

Jason's eyebrow arched. "'Andrews Foundation'...?"

"I believe you know of us through our ASFR nickname: 'Sim Shop'," Christine affirmed as her eyes twinkled knowingly.

"'''''NO WAY!'''''"

"Way," Christine affirmed with a smirk. "You must be wondering how we were able to save your soul from an appointment to see Saint Peter when Andromeda beat you to death, much less WHY we elected to save you in the first place."

Jason hummed as he considered that, then he crossed his arms. "It could be said." He then stared at Nova. "I'm also pretty curious as how you saved Nova...though I sure as hell don't mind the fact that you did that, too."

"Understandable...and it was our pleasure to help you and Nova both in your time of need," Christine declared, her face beaming with pride. "We of the Foundation have, over the last forty years or so, dedicated ourselves to the preservation and enhancement of the lives of inducted sentient beings; people like Nova in other words. Part of that function is to save the lives of such people when they die and their creators have no clear way to restore them.

"We did that for Nova when her body was damaged beyond repair at the hands of Mugoi Hyōgen, the man whom she was assigned to ''protect''..." — here, Jason winced at the sarcasm in Christine's voice — "...him from an assassin. I'm not sure what you learned from Nova's replica — the one Doctor Lafeyson sent to you after Nova's 'death' — but if you need to know more, I'm sure Nova will gladly fill you in on the details."

Jason blinked as he took that in, then he turned to give his lover an aghast look. "You were protecting someone...and he turned around and stabbed you in the back?!"

Her head bowed, her eyes misting. "Yes."

His handed clenched. "If I ever catch that fucker, I'll give the creep a piece of my mind...and this!" He held up a clenched fist in emphasis.

"You need not worry about seeking retribution against him on Nova's behalf, Jason. Thanks to Nova's father, Mister Mugoi is answering for his misdeeds to a far ''higher'' authority," Christine announced with a click of her tongue, a wry smile curling her lips. "As for you, when times come that organics show uncommon kindness to sentient beings like Nova — especially in the type of situation like when you first met — then we feel it's only right that such mercy be rewarded should such a chance come."

Jason blinked before he stared intently at the doctor, then his eyes widened, a stunned smile crossing his face. "You mean to...you want to...?"

Christine sighed. "I'm afraid we've no choice in the matter, Jason. Your old body was damaged beyond any hope of repair, even making use of our own facilities. Andromeda's madness — and, unfortunately, your own show of recklessness — saw to that. Yes, you must become an android...or 'sim' as we like to call those such as myself."

Silence fell as he considered that, then he chuckled. "Well, if you might know about me, you'll understand that...on the odd occasion, I have dreamt of becoming an android, even when I was caring for Nova and her twin." His eyes fell on the fiery-haired woman nearby. "Since, as you also said, I can't go back to my old body...what choice do I have?" A shrug rolled his shoulders. "Besides...if I love this beautiful woman here — and I certainly do — then I should damn hell try to understand her as much as I can. What better way to understand an android than to become one?"

"Well, that's good enough," Christine declared with another beaming smile, then her face seemed to fell for a moment before she sighed. "I must also say that there is one other problem you will have to face. When it comes to bio-sim converts like yourself, Jason, we've found — very much to our regret in the past — that doing a male organic-to-male sim conversion leads to a growing number of psychological adjustment problems afterwards. Put simply, male bio-sim converts eventually go insane. We don't know why, though we are striving to understand, then correct the matter.

"You can — if you so choose, of course — be put into stasis until such time as we have overcome that point, but..." — here, Christine stared at Nova — "...I'm afraid that Nova has a problem. Unlike myself and my siblings in the Foundation, she has no body and cannot be given one until such time as we're able to analyze a moleculartronic neural net CPU that goes into a Daikoku android, then create the necessary program adjustment algorithms to allow her to inhabit the type of bio-synthetic CPU used in a Foundation sim. And since, being the gallant sort you are, it would only be right for you to help us get that information, well, it would be only proper that we ask you to help us give Nova the life she deserves as soon as possible. But to do that..."

"I have to risk madness...or become a female sim," Jason finished. He then sighed, looking down before he turned to gaze on Nova. "Nova?"

"I'll love you no matter which choice you make, Jason," she declared.

Jason gazed intently at her, then he braced himself before turning again to Christine, nodding in determination. "Okay, Doc, let's do it!"

"Alright, then," Christine affirmed with a relieved smile, then she stared intently at Nova. "Nova. Tell him everything. Leave nothing out."

"Yes, Doctor..."

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'''''Nemesis'''''

by Gorgo

With helpful C&C by Kishin

Based on the ''Nova'' series, written by Kishin

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'''''Later...'''''

"I don't believe that!"

Jason stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at Nova. He had just learned that the invisible barrier between them was the equivalent to a computer programming wall, designed to ensure neither disembodied people would come into contact with the other, thus risking contaminating their souls with the other person's thoughts and emotions. The fiery-haired android had just finished giving him a detailed account of her brief service for the Daikoku World Corporation. "It's true, Jason," Nova declared after she took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut in shame, then she gazed remorsefully at him. "That's the reason I had to keep things secret from you in those brief times we were together. If anyone from the Corporation learned of you..."

"Well, your dad did...but he did nothing about it," he noted, scratching his head.

She nodded, inwardly warmed at his referring to her creator Aaron Lafeyson as her "father". Then again, it was, in a sense, the truth. "Yes, he did do nothing about it. But as you now know thanks to your recent run-in with Andromeda, there are those within Daikoku — even those of my own kind — who would, for whatever reason, grossly disapprove of our liaison and punish you to the extreme for it."

"Yeah, you got that right," he noted with a scowl. "Well, it doesn't matter to you anymore...and I don't think your double will be affected by it, either. She was built without any sort of connections to Daikoku. I'm glad at least that the Foundation's keeping an eye out for her, then they'll step in to help if they have to."

"Yes, I am, too." Nova felt herself beam at the idea of having her own child, someone moulded by her thoughts and ideals...even if by proxy. "I hope I'll get the chance to meet her someday," she then breathed out.

"You'll like her," he assures her, then he blinked as he sensed something. "Eh?!"

"What is it...what...?!"

Nova's eyes widened as Jason turned, his own eyes widening on seeing the woman now standing before him. Equal in height to Jason and Nova — about 175 centimetres tall in real space — she had short-cropped black hair tinted in deep sea blue and eyes the shade of freshly-cut grass. Like Jason and Nova, she wore a black bodysuit that hugged her trim, shapely form. Her face was finely sculptured though it currently had no expression on it. Her nose was stubby yet utterly cute, there were dimples under both eyes and her lips were slender and warm, glossed with dark pink-red lipstick.

'''''Cute as a million kittens''''' would be one way to describe her face.

"Who are you?" he asked.

The girl coolly replied, "I am a mental representation of the CPU fitted into a Type 86 female sim, sentience Class G, Unit Two. My designation as programmed into me — unless the controlling conscience disagrees — is 'Janna Matting'. I have been projected into this loop to merge with the controlling conscience, designate 'Jason Matting', so programming and construction of my physical form can be completed."

Jason blinked as he took that in, then he lightly smiled. "Why the name 'Janna'?"

"It can be interpreted as the female version of 'Janus', the god of new beginnings in Roman myth," the conscience of Unit 86F002-G replied.

"Befitting," Nova mused.

Unit 86F002-G ignored her as she gazed expectantly at Jason, awaiting his response. He blinked as he took a moment to marshal his courage, then he stared at Nova. "As King Henry once said, 'Once more unto the breech, dear friends'..."

"Good luck, Jason."

Jason smiled before he faced 86F002-G. "I'm ready."

"Let it be so," the sim affirmed as her eyes glowed.

Jason felt his body fade...

...then it suddenly reformed as a tidal wave of thoughts and ideas slammed into her, filling every crook of her very essence. Faces, names, body unit numbers, ideas, codes, a torrent of information no normal organic could absorb without going insane...

It all made sense to her.

Next came the history of the Andrews Foundation and its founder, how a man whose awe and love of the science-fiction classic ''Metropolis'' morphed into his creating a top-secret research centre, one secluded from general society to this very day. A nexus point where others like Professor George Andrews could gather, share ideas, experiment and build without interference. How that nexus point became the well-spring from which simulated humanoids were born, starting with Type X-64s like Christine McPherson. When they were proven to be compatible emotionally with organics, the sims were let loose, given control of their destiny, then charged to go forth, seek those like them out and welcome them into their orbit. Offer shelter to those androids, robots and other inducted sentient beings — plus those organics who demonstrated love and kindness to such beings — then allow them to become one with society at large.

Her vision then returned as Janna gazed on Nova. Confusion warped through the former for a moment — wasn't she supposed to be standing with her back to her beloved? — then her mind cleared as she floated over to place herself against the barrier protecting Nova's soul from hers. "You okay?" she asked on noting Nova's awed look.

"I...it was incredible!" Nova declared in a hushed voice. "The look on your face, Jaso-...Janna," she corrected herself, grinning apologetically at her. "Oh, it must've been sheer ecstasy for you..."

"Yeah, it was pretty intensive," Janna admitted with a chuckle, then she sighed. "Look, I have to go get things ready. As Arnold said it best..." — here, she turned away, her voice slipping into a faux German accent — "...I'll be back."

"I'll be waiting," Nova affirmed as she waved while Janna faded from view, then she slipped into a sitting position. "Ganbatte, Janna...my love..."

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"Ah, there you are, Janna. Ready to begin?"

Janna jolted, then she smiled on recognizing the slender Slavic woman with long, straight black hair and brown eyes. Like all those who enter the Foundation's stasis net, she was dressed in a form-fitting black bodysuit, a holographic datapadd floating before her. "Doctor Lafeyson," Janna affirmed, bowing to her. "I'm ready."

"Alright, then," Audrey Lafeyson, Aaron's ex-wife and Nova's now-adopted mother, declared as she tapped the datapadd to begin the physical construction process. "You're receiving a Type 86F body, Janna. Would you like HCV add-ons?"

''Heavy Combat Variant'', Janna comprehended Audrey's request, instantly understanding what that would mean in real space. "It'd be wise, I suppose," she noted as she crossed her arms. "If Andromeda was anything like what a crazed Daikoku combat gynoid can be, why take the damned risk? Besides, I might be asked to rescue NVA-C one of these days, so I might as well be prepared."

"Good point," Audrey noted as she tapped controls. "Would you like to try out the HCV-S module as well? We need it tested."

Janna blinked as she considered that. The Specialized variation of HCV meant that she would have forearm-mounted gravity-warp projectors, the emitters built into the palms of her hands. Using that, she could do some major redecorating in case the opposition got intense. "I'll need at least a Class Eight fuel pump to keep up with the demands those monsters will draw on my energy reserves."

"You'll get a Nine-Es pump," Audrey automatically promised. "It's more efficient than an Eight or Eight-Es pump, so you won't have to binge TOO much."

"Great!" Janna affirmed with a smirk. Fuel pumps served as combination heart and stomach for a Foundation sim. Taking in food like normal people — or any sort of solid matter — the pump would convert it into plasma energy, then force it through an efficient cardiovascular system to answer her body's energy demands. The fuel pump in a Foundation sim was, outside the CPU, the most important organ in the body. The Class 9S pump — about the size of the average hardcover novel — was the latest model.

"Alright then," Audrey advised as she tapped controls, then she motioned to a glowing circular pad now beside Janna. "Step there and relax. We'll beam you in."

"Right," Janna declared as she stepped onto the pad. "Energize!"

Audrey flipped controls. Janna then faded out in a sparkle of light. As soon as she was alone, the brown-haired prototype sim closed her eyes. "Go, Janna...my beautiful daughter-in-law..." she whispered, eyes glittering with tears. "Go, Nemesis...my angel of vengeance. Go bring Aaron, Nova and Andromeda the justice they deserve..."

----

'''''Darkness...'''

Wait!''

'''UNIT INITIAL WAKE-UP PROGRAM...BEGIN'''

'''UNIT TYPE...FOUNDATION TYPE 86F, HEAVY COMBAT VARIANT (SPECIAL), UNIT 2'''

'''SELF-DESIGNATION...JANNA MATTING'''

'''SYSTEMS CHECK...'''

'''FUEL PUMP PROGRAM...ACTIVE'''

'''SENSORY NET...ACTIVE'''

'''CPU DIAGNOSTIC...COMPLETE'''

'''MEMORY CELL DIAGNOSTIC...COMPLETE'''

'''COMBAT SYSTEMS PROGRAM...ENGAGE'''

'''COMSYS PROGRAM DIAGNOSTIC...COMPLETE'''

'''GRAV-WARP PROJECTOR SYSTEM...OK'''

'''BIO-FIELD DEFENCE SYSTEM...OK'''

'''MONO-BLADE ARCHITECTURE...OK'''

'''COMSYS POWER CELL LEVEL...100%'''

'''SPECIAL CPU OPERATION PROGRAM "NEMESIS"...ENGAGE'''

'''TIME TO AWAKEN...05...04...03...02...01...00'''

Janna's eyes fluttered open, a diagnostic window in her left eye then flashing the necessary messages flowing in from all parts of her body. The warm touch of the bed under her allowed her skin to flex, the underlying duranium fibres which served as her outer layer of defensive armour not moving to interlink and render her as hard as the plate armour of an M1A1 Abrams tank. She was quick to sense that almost all her body was sheathed in clothing. A bodysuit? As elements of her CPU received confirming messages from various parts of her body, she slowly sat up, allowing the blanket to fall from her. Gazing at herself, Janna smiled on seeing the plain white jumpsuit normally worn by female Foundation sims when working inside their headquarters.

Slipping the covers aside, she swung her legs out, then stood, her internal auto-balancer pumps — located in her head beside her ears — making sure she remained on her feet. With that, she took several steps to a floor-length mirror to stare at herself. As the beautiful image was reflected back through the glass, Janna felt her cheeks heat. "Shit, I do look hot!" she purred in a silky yet refined voice, similar to Nova's in a way but without the nasalized English noblewoman's accent.

Curiosity then filled her as she reached up to the zipper holding her jumpsuit in place, then she pulled it down to the level of her hipbones. Seeing the generous cleavage exposed, Janna shuddered as a subtle rush flooded various parts of her lower body. Closing her eyes as she took a deep breath — ensuring more oxygen would flood her plasma-like "blood" and keep the energy output from her fuel pump high — she then took the flaps of her suit, then pulled away to expose her breasts.

Her jaw dropped in awed shock as they seem to jiggle from being freed like that. Drawing one hand from its sleeve, she then reached over to tenderly pinch one of her nipples. A jolt of hot fire suddenly lanced through her sensory net as the flesh hardened, input igniting glands within her to send a torrent of synthetic estrogen right into her CPU. Janna remained still as her hand continued to caress the plump mounds on her chest, then without thinking, she drew her other arm clear of the jumpsuit to ensure she could give pleasure to both of her breasts.

''Guess this must be one way girls masturbate'', she mused as she stepped back, sitting on the diagnostic bed. Drawing one hand up, she licked her fingers, then reached down to draw the dampness over her skin. The rush of synthogen inside her suddenly became a storm as she swung back onto her bed, one hand reaching down to fully unzip her jumpsuit and seek out another dampening spot on her body.

She jolted in surprise on feeling crinkly hairs above her groin, then she pulled the jumpsuit's fabric clear, looking down to see a neatly-trimmed bush of raven hair over her womanhood. ''Maybe I should shave myself'', she mused as a finger probed past the folds of her labia, then her mind exploded as it made contact with her clitoris.

"'''''WHOA!'''''" she cried, her body tensing as an orgasm slammed through her like a runaway freight train, then she slowly shifted onto her side as she allowed the synthogen to drain into her cardiovascular system and clear away from her CPU.

"Oh, man...that was fuckin' fantastic...!" she muttered, a giddy smile crossing her face. Taking another deep breath to restore her active power levels to normal, she sat up, hands yanking the jumpsuit away from her body. A glance to her left revealed a small dresser unit with vanity mirror. Walking over, she opened the top drawer to see several folded pairs of panties and sports bras. Taking a pair out, she slipped the panties up her legs. Stopping at mid-thigh, Janna shifted her legs apart, then slipped a hand in to caress herself. Another shudder ripped through her, then she drew her hand up to take a deep smell. Ripe, freshly-picked strawberries, almost like the way Nova's womanhood had registered to Jason when they had made love.

''Nice...''

With that, she slipped her panties into place, then drew the sports bra over her, adjusting herself so her breasts weren't pinched by the cloth; no doubt, it'd hurt Janna as much as a constricted hard-on would hurt Jason. Now donning the right undergarments, Janna knelt to the second drawer to draw out a polo shirt and a pair of worn blue jeans. Janna paused on seeing the jeans, then she grinned. Brand new clothes could attract someone's attention, make people question what was going on.

Slipping them into place, she put on cotton socks and slip-on pumps before walking to the doorway, one hand reaching for a bomber jacket conveniently hanging from a wall rack. She headed through the door, slipping her arms into the jacket as the portal closed automatically behind her. Janna now found herself in a dimly-lit corridor. Walking to a seven-way junction, she then turned left, finding herself before double doors. They parted as the door sensors detected her, allowing her inside.

Past the doors lay a small control room, about five metres square. Computers lined all the walls, along with air vents. Seated at the various stations were women of all possible racial backgrounds, varying in age from late teens to early thirties. Staring at these, a small sampling of her new extended family, Janna was surprised to see that not all of them were unnatural icons of beauty. There were girls that seemed nearly anorexic, some body-builders, the stocky overweight types, girls with overlarge breasts and even the permanently underdeveloped. Shaking her head, Janna emitted a low whistle. They all looked to the very end like normal people.

No wonder the Andrews Foundation had kept itself secret for so long.

With that, she proceeded to stand behind one station, marked '''MONITOR UNIT TWO (DAIKOKU)''' on a placard over the view screen. At the station was a stocky Asian with plain-cut black hair and brown eyes. Her attention was locked fully on the screen before her. Janna hummed, then concentrates:

'''UNIT IDENTIFICATION PROGRAM...BEGIN'''

'''TARGET SUBJECT...IDENTIFIED'''

'''SUBJECT UNIT TYPE...FOUNDATION TYPE 70F, UNIT 271'''

'''SUBJECT SELF-DESIGNATION...SAKURAI CHISATO'''

'''SUBJECT TASK LISTING...MONITOR OFFICER, FOUNDATION HQ GROUP'''

'''FURTHER DATA INPUT (Y/N)_?'''

Janna hummed, mentally responding negatively to her UIP request as she turned her full attention to the woman before her. Chisato wouldn't normally attract the attention of most...but from the intensive look on her face, Janna guessed she would be a handful in bed. ''It's always the ones we ignore who're the best at that sort of thing.''

Glancing down, she then noticed that Chisato's button shirt was opened, allowing cables from the monitor computer to be plugged into an open panel on her stomach. It was centred on her navel, Janna then noted before she remembered that all Foundation sims had a maintenance hatch there. That was one big cosmetic difference between sims and gynoids like Nova; they had realistic navels. All one had to do was press into the belly button and they would trigger a hidden switch to open the panel.

Seeing the thickness of the cable plugged into Chisato now, Janna quickly realized that the monitor officer was directly inputting feed data from the monitor units into her CPU. ''Fastest way to do it'', the just-woken special action officer — that was Janna's job within the Andrews Foundation, she knew now — mused, nodding. Sighing, she then placed a hand on Chisato's shoulder, causing the other sim to blink. A quick glance to Janna, Chisato then turned back to her screen. "Can I help you, Janna?"

"I need to know if there are any Daikoku gynoids in North America and where they are, Chisato. It's for Nova and Andromeda."

"One moment." Chisato then closed her eyes, firing off a request into the monitor unit's CPU. After a minute, she then relaxed. "I have Unit NVA-C now in Los Angeles, currently at Galaxy Fashions..."

Janna sighed. "Nova..." she whispered. "No, not her. Anyone else?"

"Unit NVX-3R has just arrived in Los Angeles..."

"Who's that?"

"Her name is Robyn. Information and reconnaissance officer; she was just activated. She was dispatched from Tōkyō to investigate a computer leak inside Daikoku's system. The trace will take her to Galaxy Fashions, but the origin of the leak is elsewhere."

"Will it threaten Nova?"

Chisato hummed as she considered that, then she shook her head. "I don't think so...but given that the second Nova is fully sentient, if she and Robyn encounter the other, the chances are very good that Nova will boost Robyn to full sentience, not to mention cut Robyn off from being traced by Daikoku."

Janna hummed as elements of her CPU churned through the data, the "Nemesis" protocols postulating scenarios which could result from such an encounter. She pursed her lips, then she sighed. "If that happens, additional personnel could be sent after Robyn."

"Agreed," Chisato affirmed with a nod. "Most likely organic officers. Janna, the Council has forbidden a direct attack by any Foundation field officer on Daikoku special ops personnel. You need a waver from Doctor McPherson to go after them even if Doctor Lafeyson wanted you to."

"True...but that's not our worry now. Any other Daikoku units in North America or do I gotta go to Japan to find them?"

Chisato turned back to her screen as she considered that. "There is a possibility."

"Where?"

"Outside Dallas. There's an unauthorized research unit being run by one of the scientists who worked on the NVX combat gynoid program. Unit NVX-14 is with her now."

Janna blinked, then she pulled up her shirt, her finger pressing into her navel.

''CLICK!''

A round section of skin cut away from her abdomen, revealing the underlying layers of synthetic muscles plus several datajack ports. "Link me in please, Chisato."

"Alright," Chisato affirmed as she drew a spare cable from the monitor unit, then she turned to slip that into Janna's abdomen.

The field officer jolted as she sensed her mind link into the other sim's machine, then she closed her eyes as data streamed directly into her CPU. Alright, the chief scientist of the group was a woman named Futaba Riho. One of Aaron Lafeyson's several apprentices, Riho had spearheaded the development of the NVX combat gynoids, units similar in function to the Type 66, 76 and 86 combat sims the Foundation created.

Due to development problems with the NVX series concerning their wetware, the project was shelved. Riho had dissented, wanting a chance to try to make it work. It had been refused and she had been reassigned to North America. It was there that she disappeared from Daikoku's security net by faking her own death in a car crash.

''How on Earth did she get her hands on one of her own creations?'' Janna then wondered before she sighed. Despite how it had happened, this was a very good development. If Riho was smart, she would have ensured all records on NVX-14 had been wiped out before she skipped out of Japan. Someone working in Daikoku was probably helping her...

Yes. Ichirō Kyōsuke, another scientist who had been assigned to the NVX project. Yes, he was still officially on Daikoku's payroll. If that was so and if he was working with Riho, chances were there Kyōsuke was a possible double-agent, ready to sell her out if something went wrong...or went very right. Given the nature of the people working for Daikoku, Janna was willing to wager that if NVX-14 was made safe, Kyōsuke could easily eliminate Riho, then take credit for what happened himself.

''Bastards!''

"We got a hot one here," Janna affirmed with a nod, then she stared at Chisato. "Hey, want to tag along for the ride? I could use an expert for the trip."

Chisato turned to stare wide-eyed at the other sim. "You...want me to go with you?" she asked in a stunned squeak. "Janna, I'm not...!"

"Field personnel," Janna finished before she nodded in determination. "Yeah, I know, but you ARE an expert on all the types of androids Daikoku builds. I'm willing to also bet that you're also knowledgeable on what that company does since Nova and her sisters clearly play a big role. I don't know everything I'd want to about that situation. Programming it into me is fine and fair, but I'd prefer a second person to give me a counter-argument in case something goes very wrong down there."

Chisato blinked, then she felt her cheeks heat at Janna's compliment before she nodded. "I'll do my best to justify your faith in me, Janna." She then turned back to the board, concentrating for a moment. "There, I just contacted my replacement. When he gets in here, we'll head out then, alright?"

"Great!" Janna affirmed as she moved to unplug herself...

----

'''''Thirty minutes later...'''''

A private jet lifted off from an airfield north of the Foundation's headquarters, turning south-west to cross Lake Erie into Ohio on course for Texas. Once the airplane was wheels-up and moving to level off, Chisato flicked a switch, activating a visual/radar cloaking field that made the plane fade from outside view. Now in the co-pilot's chair, Janna sighed as she watched the countryside pass. When they were preparing to take off, Chisato had explained that the cloak now protecting them wasn't enough to cover a heat trail or engine noise, but if the jet remained close to cloud cover, it could confuse ground observers as to who was passing overhead.

Gazing at the other sim as she recalled that, Janna then sighed, reaching over to squeeze Chisato's hand. "Thanks for helping me do this."

"My pleasure," Chisato declared with a smile before she projected a concerned stare. "How are you adjusting, Janna? It's rare for an organic-convert sim to leap into action the day she's first activated."

"I guess it's this 'Nemesis' program inside my brain that's keeping me focused on what I have to do," Janna affirmed with a shrug, a light smile crossing her face. She didn't take notice of Chisato's widening eyes on affirming what had been programmed in her. "It's a good thing, though...and besides, Nova deserves the chance to get back on her feet as soon as possible. I'm not going to deny her that."

"You must love her," Chisato noted with a chuckle. "I'm envious."

"Hey, it doesn't mean that I don't want to be friends with anyone else," Janna returned, then she sat back in her chair. "Chisato?"

"Yes?"

"Others like me...those who were organics before the Foundation helped them...did they have problems adjusting?"

Chisato sighed, giving Janna a reassuring squeeze before flicking on the auto-pilot. "Some of them did...but we're careful over who we choose to become part of us. Then again, every one of them was usually the lover or friend of an android or gynoid we wanted to rescue, so that made things flow a lot more easily in the long term. They decided the same thing you did before your parts merged to become Janna: If they were going to stay in love or be friends with the android or gynoid in question, it was only right for them too to become sims when the android or gynoid crossed over."

"That's good." Janna then closed her eyes. "I'm going to go into sleep mode for a bit. Wake me when we get there, alright."

"Alright..."

----

'''''Four hours later...'''''

The plane landed on one of the runways at Carswell Air Force Base west of downtown Fort Worth. The air base had been closed some years ago due to budget cuts. Once clear of government red tape and oversight, it had been taken over by a front corporation controlled by older-model sims so field personnel like Janna would have discrete places to insert and extract themselves from. The company that ran Carswell as a private-use runway actually turned a tidy profit from the many businesspersons who flew in and out of the Dallas area. Seeing one more private jet land or take off wouldn't make any passer-by blink; the cloak that shielded the jet could maintain a complete radar masking even if the visual cloak had been deactivated.

Taxiing into a hangar, Chisato then had the jet shut down as ground crews — all of whom were Type 70 Class C heavy labour sims, Janna knew; they were simply called "droids" in Foundation parlance due to their total lack of sentience — secured it down. The two sentient sims quickly disembarked to find an unmarked panel van awaiting them. "I called ahead to have transportation arranged," Chisato declared with a proud smile on noting Janna's surprised look before they boarded the van, then she drove the vehicle out of the hangar to get out to the expressways.

"Thanks," Janna affirmed. "Now you see why I asked you along?"

"That's the big disadvantage of the 'Nemesis' program," Chisato warned with a knowing smirk. "You're concentrating so much on avenging what's happened to Nova that you're risking letting details slip through. It's okay."

"Okay, then. Get us over there!"

She nodded. "Right away!"

The van made its way soon enough onto Interstate 30, heading east past Fort Worth into Dallas. Turning north on Route 360, they took the Carrier Parkway exit, then Chisato proceeded into the western outskirts of Irving. Just north of the underpass racing below I-30 outside Grand Prairie, she made another left into an abandoned industrial zone, then pulled the van off to one side. "We're about seven hundred metres from where Doctor Futaba and Unit 14 are." She pointed to the south-east. "See there?"

Janna looked. "The place with all the windows gone?"

"That's it. They're in the basement. Other than Doctor Futaba and Unit Fourteen, there are four. Doctor Ichirō and three assistants, all still Daikoku employees."

"Good enough for me," Janna affirmed with a nod, opening the door as she slipped out. "Stay here until I signal you to come in."

"Right. Good luck."

Janna headed away from the van, acting like someone who had to do something on her own. When she reached a side road that led past the target building in question, she calmly turned to begin her approach run. Concentrating for a quick second, she then relaxed on seeing a message flash in her eye:

'''UNIT COMBAT SYSTEMS PROGRAM...BEGIN'''

'''COMSYS PROGRAM TACTICAL DISPLAY ANALYSIS DIAGNOSTIC...OK'''

'''GRAV-WARP PROJECTOR SYSTEM...OK'''

'''BIO-FIELD DEFENCE SYSTEM...OK'''

'''MONO-BLADE ARCHITECTURE...OK'''

'''COMSYS POWER CELL LEVEL...100%'''

'''SPECIAL CPU OPERATION PROGRAM "NEMESIS"...ACTIVE'''

'''BEGIN OPERATION...'''

Janna tensed as she performed a multi-spectral examination of the target building. No external sensors or hidden weapons emplacements were detected. Heat residue indicated a passenger car of some sort had recently driven up to one of the loading doors obscured from a casual glance from nearby roads. Focusing on that, she headed in.

She soon stopped behind the corner of one building, glancing at the door in question. The door seemed locked...

''Wait!''

No, it was opened, though obscured in such a way that it would seemed locked whenever someone passed by. If someone ever did.

''Alright, fair enough'', she mused as she concentrated:

'''UNIT BIO-FIELD DEFENCE SYSTEM...BEGIN'''

'''SENSOR ECM MASK TYPE...DAIKOKU NVA GYNOID'''

With that, Janna straightened, dashing quickly to the door, stopping to one side as she checked through a broken window to examine the main floor. It was almost empty save for some rusting machinery...and a car hidden in the shadows, obscured easily by surrounding machinery and the building walls. Very clever, these people.

With that, she walked down to another shattered window, then easily slipped inside, landing gingerly on the floor. Rising, she glanced around...then she jolted as a hidden access door opened, revealing a muscular man dressed in overalls, Daikoku symbols on the arms and chest. He looked at her, then he smile, closing the door behind him as he quietly walked over to her. "'Bout time you came here!" he hissed in English. "We've been expecting someone for sometime now."

Janna was quick to realize the fellow now believed her to be one of Nova's NVA sisters. She was quick to fall into her "role". No doubt, all the others with Futaba Riho were ready to sell her out to the Daikoku Corporation. Too bad. "I came as soon as I was dispatched from Japan," she declared coolly as she allowed all emotions to drain from her face. "Where is Doctor Futaba and the rogue android?" She had remembered to use that term in lieu of the word "gynoid", which was not commonly done in Daikoku even if all their creations were female-form.

"This way."

Janna fell in behind him as he headed to where the hatch was. Kneeling, he tapped a hidden sensor pad, then straightened as the hatch opened. As he swung around to step down, a hand clapped his mouth shut as he felt a VERY sharp pain rip through his chest! Janna yanked his head back hard enough to break the spine with a twist of her left hand, allowing fifty centimetre-long monomolecular vibro-claws presently jutting from the fingertips of her right hand to shred his heart and major blood vessels. Blood sprays from the wound as she pulled back her claws, her other hand contemptuously tossing the Daikoku worker aside. She then looked down to see one of the fellow's co-workers staring in wide-eyed shock at her.

Said worker was now paralyzed by mortal terror. He had been told by Ichirō Kyōsuke that one of the NVA androids would come by soon to kill Futaba Riho, thus ensuring the company's android projects would remain secure and hidden from public view. A ground sensor had detected up the arrival of a van five minutes ago, which meant that the operation was finally underway. Like his co-workers, he was expecting an unearthly beauty who could be co-oped into sex; after all, androids were programmed to obey any organic working for Daikoku. He CERTAINLY didn't expect a raven-haired tomboy with half-metre long glowing claws tipping the fingers of one hand!

Especially one who had just casually murdered his friend!

Staring at him, Janna hissed as her legs propelled her down, sending her flying into him with the force of a runaway truck! Her claws lancing into his heart wasn't necessary in the long term; the impact of her body on his had crushed his rib cage, pulping his heart and lungs. With that, Janna spun to her right to see a large space, about the size of the central monitor room in Fort Erie. Standing there were three more people, two men and a woman, all now staring wide-eyed at the new arrival. Also there was another woman, a tall silver-haired beauty now prostrate on a diagnostic bed beside the woman Janna recognizes as Futaba Riho.

"Who are you?!" Ichirō Kyōsuke, standing close to Riho, screamed out.

Janna didn't dignify him with an answer as she snapped up her other hand, aiming her palm at the third person present. The air before the skin crackled loudly as an energy ball formed, then it lanced forth. Riho and Kyōsuke watched as the poor man was pulped by the gravity-warp, his shredded flesh and blood showering the wall behind where he stood. Once he was down, Janna allowed herself to relax as she stared at the two scientists. "Do I have your attention now, doctors?" she then sweetly inquired.

Riho, a dusky-skinned woman with blonde hair pulled back from her angular face, which was pierced with blue eyes, grinned. "You're from the Foundation, aren't you?!" she demanded. "You're a Type Eighty-six!"

Kyōsuke spun around to stare wide-eyed at Riho. Janna was just as stunned as the Daikoku scientist on hearing that. "You know of us?" she demanded.

"Yes," Riho affirmed. "Did Audrey send you?!"

"What foundation?!" Kyōsuke demanded.

Janna gazed at him, then she held up her hand, allowing her claws to retract into her fingertips, they melting like plastic over an open fire right into the surrounding flesh. Gazing at that, Kyōsuke blinks, his mind whirling at warp speed. An android of some sort, clearly VERY advanced if what he just saw was an indication, working for a group that openly hunted Daikoku personnel...? That wouldn't be tolerated by ANYONE back in Tōkyō. He quickly yanked out a pistol; if he was fast enough...

Seeing that, Janna lunged, fist cocked back. Just as he was about to swing the gun to bear on the oncoming sim, her fist connected with his jaw. His head snapped back with an audible crack! as the spine and jaw were shattered from the impact, the blow sending him flying into a wall. He seemed to pause for moment before he slumped to the floor, his pistol clattering by his side as Janna quickly stepped back, her arm raised to strike again if he got back up.

No chance in that.

Riho looked over, then she relaxed before walking up to stand beside Janna. "I think you got him," she mused as she clicked her tongue.

Janna then stared intently at the scientist for a moment before she reached over to unbutton the older woman's shirt. Riho calmly placed a hand on the field officer's arm to stop her. "Relax, there's no need to do that."

"You're one of us?"

"Modified Type 66F infiltration sim; I'm one of about a half-dozen now working inside the Corporation," Riho affirmed. "I won't be listed in your databanks if you're trying to key in the identification program to learn who I am. Who came with you?"

"Just me, Riho."

Both turned as Chisato stepped down into the lab. "Hey, stranger!" Riho hailed as she walked over to draw her friend into a warm embrace. "About time!"

Janna's jaw dropped. "You knew?!" she demanded, spinning on Chisato.

"Yes...but I couldn't reveal anything about undercover personnel, not even to you, Janna," Chisato calmly replied as she returned the field officer's look, then she turned to gaze on the still NVX gynoid nearby. "What about her? Any luck?"

"A little," Riho affirmed with a shake of her head. "As far as Ichirō and whoever was in control of him knows, I was 'frantic' about trying to make the NVX program work. Too bad he won't be able to report more to whoever his friends in Japan might be."

"Why kidnap this girl?" Janna asked.

"Nova," Riho answered. "I was one of the first to learn that she had become sentient. I knew that sooner or later, the chance might come that she'd die on duty. When her soul would be saved by our systems, we'd need the chance to decipher the coding that goes into a Daikoku gynoid's brain. I couldn't get the chance to do that while I was still working in Tōkyō, so I had to do it here."

Janna took that in, then she lightly smiled. "Thank you."

"You love Nova, don't you?"

An automatic nod answered. "Yes, I do. Very much."

"Good. I need to get back to Fort Erie to help give Nova a new chance at life...but first, I have something else to do," Riho stated, her eyes turning towards NVX-14...

----

'''''Later...'''''

"Why a garbage dumpster?!"

"She won't be there for long," Riho stated as the van pulled into the hangar. Already, the ground crew was warming up the jet for the flight back to Fort Erie. "I programmed Fourteen to awaken in an hour's time," the scientist added as the three sims disembarked, filing into the jet as one of the ground crew moved to shift the vehicle away to allow the jet the chance to egress from the hangar. "The first person she sees that shows her kindness, she'll start to gravitate to."

"What about her mental problems?" Chisato wondered as they slipped into the cockpit, the monitor officer looking over the controls as she begins pre-flight checks.

Janna and Riho sat down in the co-pilot's and flight engineer's seats. "She'll still have some trouble coping...but over time and barring any serious problems, she'll overcome them," the latter affirmed. "If it gets too bad, I can always come back."

"What about whoever was backing up Ichirō?" Janna wondered.

"No problems there," Riho affirmed with a knowing smirk. "I managed to get my hands on a corpse from one of the morgues, then hid it in the lab when Kyōsuke and the others weren't looking. With the thermite you laid out to wreck the place, the people in Daikoku will have no idea what happened there or why...IF they choose to investigate the matter, which I think they might not. After all, whoever the executive was that was behind Kyōsuke — if he raises too much of a stink over what happened — will have to explain to Osato why he let an NVX combat gynoid loose."

Janna took a moment to absorb that, then she sighed. "Too bad, then...but I'm still a little uncomfortable about letting someone with some screwed-up wiring in the old CPU running loose, especially with what else those NVX are capable of doing."

Riho nodded. "Yes, that's true...but all of us, one way or another, learns best by experience, not just by programming. Besides, with the way I programmed Fourteen, I made sure she — once she chooses the person she loves — will always seek to protect him. The people in Daikoku never realized that in a bodyguard situation, an NVX can be like a lioness protecting her cubs. Whoever the lucky fellow or lady is that comes together with Fourteen, he'll be quite safe with her FROM her. Count on it."

"And we'll be always there if she needs us," Chisato added.

Janna considered that before she sighed. "Okay, fair enough. Let's go home. The sooner Nova's back on her feet, the better."

"Okay," Chisato affirmed as she turned the engines on.

As the monitor officer moved to guide the jet from the hangar, Janna fell quiet as she closed her eyes, many warm images bombarding her mind of a life Fate decreed that she could no longer live. Images that focused specifically on a beautiful flame-haired, blue-eyed Galatea. ''Two of them'', the sim born as Jason Matting then reminded herself. One now trapped, disembodied, in a master computer in Ontario. The other alone in California, heartbroken over what happened to the man she loved. Now, a third Galatea would haunt Janna's thoughts: A tall, muscular giantess with silver-blue hair.

With those images come a storm of doubts. As she was now, Janna Matting could do so much to help not just both Novas and the yet-to-be-named NVX-14, but all their many sisters in Japan and elsewhere. But would the cure she could provide for those gynoids ultimately be worse than the disease called "Daikoku"? Dare she go all out, hunt down the inhuman bastards who had treated Nova, Andromeda and the others like throw-away toys, then give them a taste of Heaven-sent justice, Andrews Foundation-style? Or should she sit back and let things happen, let Fate and Destiny dictate what happened to the others without her stepping into the fray?

Which way should she go...?

'''''To Be Continued...?'''''

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'''''WRITER'S NOTES'''''

With Kishin-san's kind permission, I wrote this side story to his beautiful Nova stories, explaining what could have happened to the original Nova (NVA-7) and Jason Matting after their deaths. As Kishin-san stated in ''[[The Mourning After]]'', he got a lot of flack over Jason's demise, so I decided to do a "what if" story in answer to that.

Kishin-san is to be credited for giving us our beloved flame-haired gynoid and her love, not to mention other characters appearing in his stories. The Andrews Foundation and characters associated with that are mine, though people are free to use the concepts behind them in their works (as long as I get credit for it, of course).

Time-wise, this story began immediately after ''[[NVA Showdown]]''. Janna awakened in her new body around the time of ''[[An Unexpected Guest]]''16. Given what happened in the latter part of that story, I set ''[[Garbage]]'' around the same time-frame. Kishin-san might disagree with me on that point (which is his right, of course; they're his stories).

The sims are, internally, much more realistic androids/gynoids than the Daikoku NVA/NVX series. In essence, most of their bodies are composed of biosynthetic similcra of natural organic tissue, though they do have mechanical parts scattered all over. "Laboratory-built synthetic cyborgs" would be one way of looking at them.

Like Nova and her sisters, Andrews Foundation sims have a body unit number. Janna's is '''86F002H/S-G'''. This means she is a female Type 86 sim (third generation combat model), Unit Two, built as a Heavy Combat Variant with Specialized equipment within her and possesses a Class G sentience rating (which is no different than Nova's).

Christine McPherson is '''X64F021-G'''. That makes her a female Type X-64 (prototype) sim, Unit Twenty-one, with Class G sentience. Audrey Lafeyson is '''X64F049-G'''.

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"Noba...I lobe you..."

Darkness fell as a wailing scream assaulted him from all sides. The sensation of one falling down a tunnel warped through his soul as all physical tactile sensations faded away. Even the mournful wail of Nova's screaming denial at his departure from this life faded, though it was the last thing of the mortal world Jason Matting heard.

How befitting.

The darkness seemed encompassing, then it suddenly faded into brilliant, all-consuming light. Jason felt no fear as he sensed a body — could it be called a '''''body'''''? — form around him. Familiar sensations of movement, breathing, the five main senses, all rushed into him like a tidal wave, then he looked around.

All white, nothing in sight...

Wait!

His eyes focused on a dark shape off in the distance, slowly floating towards him. Jason remained still as the shape grew, assumed human shape, became clearly female, then gained colour. His eyes then widened as familiar features became apparent to him. Golden skin with a fleck of brown. Long fiery crimson-blonde hair. The supple, lithe shape of a dancer. A finely sculptured face. Glittering blue eyes.

"Nova!"

Jason remained still as Nova seemed to slow, uncurling from a foetal position to glance around wherever they were. She then stopped as her eyes locked on his. They widened suddenly as recognition dawned on her, then a delighted smile crossed her face...before the smile vanished as Nova froze, her eyes widening more in shock, then a horror-struck look overcame her, seemingly making her fall back from him.

"Nova, wait!" Jason called out as he reached for her...

...before he screamed in frustration as SOMETHING as hard as diamond stopped him from touching her. A grunt escaped him as he drew his hand back, then he stared quizzically at Nova before reaching out again. The hard feeling returned. A transparent wall between them? Pushing against it, Jason grunted on feeling nothing give, then he finally relaxed before fixing Nova with a determined stare.

"Can you hear me, Nova?!" he screamed.

Nova blinked, then her mouth fluttered in reply. No sound. "Oh, hell..." Jason muttered before calling out, "I can't hear you, Nova!"

Nova paused, then nodded before looking up, her mouth fluttering again. Jason stared at her...then he jolted as a booming voice called out, "'''''YOU MAY CONVERSE WITH DAIKOKU UNIT NVA-7, JASON MATTING.'''''"

"Can you hear me, Jason?!" she called out loud and clear.

"Yeah, now I can! Where ARE we?!" he demanded as he looked around. Other than Nova, he could see nothing save white. "Is this...?!"

"Heaven?" One of Nova's eyebrows arched, a wry smile crossing her face, then she sighed. "No. Nor is this Hell, Jason. We're not really dead...though we're not really alive either. What happened to you?!"

He jolted. "We're not '''''dead'''''?!"

"No," she affirmed with a shake of her head. "Our...life-essences — our souls if you will — were drawn into this preservation stasis loop inside a large computer within a building somewhere in the Canadian town of Fort Erie, across the river from Buffalo in New York state." Seeing Jason's eyes widen, she added, "That's what I was told by one of the people who administer this loop. Our new benefactors, you might say."

"Are they part of your company?"

"No. Daikoku has NEVER heard of these people whatsoever. Further, our benefactors...will, if they feel it necessary, go out of their way to ensure Daikoku or any mega-corporation will NEVER hear of them, using means which are..." — here, her eyes drooped with regret — "...quite violent even by ''my'' standards."

Jason blinked. "Are you...wait, that voice said you were..."

"En-Vee-Ay-Seven," Nova finished before she nodded. "Yes, Jason, it's me. It's so good to see you again." A celestial smile then crossed her face.

Jason nodded. "It's good to see you, too, Nova. So..." He looked up as he marshalled his thoughts, then he gazed intently at her. "Since we're not dead, how the heck do we get out of this place?" he asked.

She suddenly jolted, then moved to gaze past his shoulder. "I believe Doctor McPherson could better explain this better than I can."

He blinked owlishly, then turned around to see a slender woman in her early twenties floating close to him. She had wavy brown hair cut to a taper at mid-neck and glittering blue eyes, though a more natural shade than Nova's. Gazing at her body, Jason was quick to note the skintight black bodysuit which displayed all her assets — Nova wore the same type of clothing — then he glanced down at himself, relaxing on seeing that he too was covered. With that, he returned to gaze on the newcomer's face. "Hello, Jason," she greeted him with a smile, then she stared at Nova. "So this is your delightful boyfriend. You have such good taste, Nova."

"Fate rather decreed it more than I did, Doctor McPherson," Nova commented, her cheeks flaming. "Jason, this is Doctor Christine McPherson. She's the Chairwoman of the Council of Elders administering the Andrews Foundation. Doctor, Jason Matting."

Jason's eyebrow arched. "'Andrews Foundation'...?"

"I believe you know of us through our ASFR nickname: 'Sim Shop'," Christine affirmed as her eyes twinkled knowingly.

"'''''NO WAY!'''''"

"Way," Christine affirmed with a smirk. "You must be wondering how we were able to save your soul from an appointment to see Saint Peter when Andromeda beat you to death, much less WHY we elected to save you in the first place."

Jason hummed as he considered that, then he crossed his arms. "It could be said." He then stared at Nova. "I'm also pretty curious as how you saved Nova...though I sure as hell don't mind the fact that you did that, too."

"Understandable...and it was our pleasure to help you and Nova both in your time of need," Christine declared, her face beaming with pride. "We of the Foundation have, over the last forty years or so, dedicated ourselves to the preservation and enhancement of the lives of inducted sentient beings; people like Nova in other words. Part of that function is to save the lives of such people when they die and their creators have no clear way to restore them.

"We did that for Nova when her body was damaged beyond repair at the hands of Mugoi Hyōgen, the man whom she was assigned to ''protect''..." — here, Jason winced at the sarcasm in Christine's voice — "...him from an assassin. I'm not sure what you learned from Nova's replica — the one Doctor Lafeyson sent to you after Nova's 'death' — but if you need to know more, I'm sure Nova will gladly fill you in on the details."

Jason blinked as he took that in, then he turned to give his lover an aghast look. "You were protecting someone...and he turned around and stabbed you in the back?!"

Her head bowed, her eyes misting. "Yes."

His handed clenched. "If I ever catch that fucker, I'll give the creep a piece of my mind...and this!" He held up a clenched fist in emphasis.

"You need not worry about seeking retribution against him on Nova's behalf, Jason. Thanks to Nova's father, Mister Mugoi is answering for his misdeeds to a far ''higher'' authority," Christine announced with a click of her tongue, a wry smile curling her lips. "As for you, when times come that organics show uncommon kindness to sentient beings like Nova — especially in the type of situation like when you first met — then we feel it's only right that such mercy be rewarded should such a chance come."

Jason blinked before he stared intently at the doctor, then his eyes widened, a stunned smile crossing his face. "You mean to...you want to...?"

Christine sighed. "I'm afraid we've no choice in the matter, Jason. Your old body was damaged beyond any hope of repair, even making use of our own facilities. Andromeda's madness — and, unfortunately, your own show of recklessness — saw to that. Yes, you must become an android...or 'sim' as we like to call those such as myself."

Silence fell as he considered that, then he chuckled. "Well, if you might know about me, you'll understand that...on the odd occasion, I have dreamt of becoming an android, even when I was caring for Nova and her twin." His eyes fell on the fiery-haired woman nearby. "Since, as you also said, I can't go back to my old body...what choice do I have?" A shrug rolled his shoulders. "Besides...if I love this beautiful woman here — and I certainly do — then I should damn hell try to understand her as much as I can. What better way to understand an android than to become one?"

"Well, that's good enough," Christine declared with another beaming smile, then her face seemed to fell for a moment before she sighed. "I must also say that there is one other problem you will have to face. When it comes to bio-sim converts like yourself, Jason, we've found — very much to our regret in the past — that doing a male organic-to-male sim conversion leads to a growing number of psychological adjustment problems afterwards. Put simply, male bio-sim converts eventually go insane. We don't know why, though we are striving to understand, then correct the matter.

"You can — if you so choose, of course — be put into stasis until such time as we have overcome that point, but..." — here, Christine stared at Nova — "...I'm afraid that Nova has a problem. Unlike myself and my siblings in the Foundation, she has no body and cannot be given one until such time as we're able to analyze a moleculartronic neural net CPU that goes into a Daikoku android, then create the necessary program adjustment algorithms to allow her to inhabit the type of bio-synthetic CPU used in a Foundation sim. And since, being the gallant sort you are, it would only be right for you to help us get that information, well, it would be only proper that we ask you to help us give Nova the life she deserves as soon as possible. But to do that..."

"I have to risk madness...or become a female sim," Jason finished. He then sighed, looking down before he turned to gaze on Nova. "Nova?"

"I'll love you no matter which choice you make, Jason," she declared.

Jason gazed intently at her, then he braced himself before turning again to Christine, nodding in determination. "Okay, Doc, let's do it!"

"Alright, then," Christine affirmed with a relieved smile, then she stared intently at Nova. "Nova. Tell him everything. Leave nothing out."

"Yes, Doctor..."

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'''''Nemesis'''''

by Gorgo

With helpful C&C by Kishin

Based on the ''Nova'' series, written by Kishin

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'''''Later...'''''

"I don't believe that!"

Jason stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at Nova. He had just learned that the invisible barrier between them was the equivalent to a computer programming wall, designed to ensure neither disembodied people would come into contact with the other, thus risking contaminating their souls with the other person's thoughts and emotions. The fiery-haired android had just finished giving him a detailed account of her brief service for the Daikoku World Corporation. "It's true, Jason," Nova declared after she took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut in shame, then she gazed remorsefully at him. "That's the reason I had to keep things secret from you in those brief times we were together. If anyone from the Corporation learned of you..."

"Well, your dad did...but he did nothing about it," he noted, scratching his head.

She nodded, inwardly warmed at his referring to her creator Aaron Lafeyson as her "father". Then again, it was, in a sense, the truth. "Yes, he did do nothing about it. But as you now know thanks to your recent run-in with Andromeda, there are those within Daikoku — even those of my own kind — who would, for whatever reason, grossly disapprove of our liaison and punish you to the extreme for it."

"Yeah, you got that right," he noted with a scowl. "Well, it doesn't matter to you anymore...and I don't think your double will be affected by it, either. She was built without any sort of connections to Daikoku. I'm glad at least that the Foundation's keeping an eye out for her, then they'll step in to help if they have to."

"Yes, I am, too." Nova felt herself beam at the idea of having her own child, someone moulded by her thoughts and ideals...even if by proxy. "I hope I'll get the chance to meet her someday," she then breathed out.

"You'll like her," he assures her, then he blinked as he sensed something. "Eh?!"

"What is it...what...?!"

Nova's eyes widened as Jason turned, his own eyes widening on seeing the woman now standing before him. Equal in height to Jason and Nova — about 175 centimetres tall in real space — she had short-cropped black hair tinted in deep sea blue and eyes the shade of freshly-cut grass. Like Jason and Nova, she wore a black bodysuit that hugged her trim, shapely form. Her face was finely sculptured though it currently had no expression on it. Her nose was stubby yet utterly cute, there were dimples under both eyes and her lips were slender and warm, glossed with dark pink-red lipstick.

'''''Cute as a million kittens''''' would be one way to describe her face.

"Who are you?" he asked.

The girl coolly replied, "I am a mental representation of the CPU fitted into a Type 86 female sim, sentience Class G, Unit Two. My designation as programmed into me — unless the controlling conscience disagrees — is 'Janna Matting'. I have been projected into this loop to merge with the controlling conscience, designate 'Jason Matting', so programming and construction of my physical form can be completed."

Jason blinked as he took that in, then he lightly smiled. "Why the name 'Janna'?"

"It can be interpreted as the female version of 'Janus', the god of new beginnings in Roman myth," the conscience of Unit 86F002-G replied.

"Befitting," Nova mused.

Unit 86F002-G ignored her as she gazed expectantly at Jason, awaiting his response. He blinked as he took a moment to marshal his courage, then he stared at Nova. "As King Henry once said, 'Once more unto the breech, dear friends'..."

"Good luck, Jason."

Jason smiled before he faced 86F002-G. "I'm ready."

"Let it be so," the sim affirmed as her eyes glowed.

Jason felt his body fade...

...then it suddenly reformed as a tidal wave of thoughts and ideas slammed into her, filling every crook of her very essence. Faces, names, body unit numbers, ideas, codes, a torrent of information no normal organic could absorb without going insane...

It all made sense to her.

Next came the history of the Andrews Foundation and its founder, how a man whose awe and love of the science-fiction classic ''Metropolis'' morphed into his creating a top-secret research centre, one secluded from general society to this very day. A nexus point where others like Professor George Andrews could gather, share ideas, experiment and build without interference. How that nexus point became the well-spring from which simulated humanoids were born, starting with Type X-64s like Christine McPherson. When they were proven to be compatible emotionally with organics, the sims were let loose, given control of their destiny, then charged to go forth, seek those like them out and welcome them into their orbit. Offer shelter to those androids, robots and other inducted sentient beings — plus those organics who demonstrated love and kindness to such beings — then allow them to become one with society at large.

Her vision then returned as Janna gazed on Nova. Confusion warped through the former for a moment — wasn't she supposed to be standing with her back to her beloved? — then her mind cleared as she floated over to place herself against the barrier protecting Nova's soul from hers. "You okay?" she asked on noting Nova's awed look.

"I...it was incredible!" Nova declared in a hushed voice. "The look on your face, Jaso-...Janna," she corrected herself, grinning apologetically at her. "Oh, it must've been sheer ecstasy for you..."

"Yeah, it was pretty intensive," Janna admitted with a chuckle, then she sighed. "Look, I have to go get things ready. As Arnold said it best..." — here, she turned away, her voice slipping into a faux German accent — "...I'll be back."

"I'll be waiting," Nova affirmed as she waved while Janna faded from view, then she slipped into a sitting position. "Ganbatte, Janna...my love..."

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"Ah, there you are, Janna. Ready to begin?"

Janna jolted, then she smiled on recognizing the slender Slavic woman with long, straight black hair and brown eyes. Like all those who enter the Foundation's stasis net, she was dressed in a form-fitting black bodysuit, a holographic datapadd floating before her. "Doctor Lafeyson," Janna affirmed, bowing to her. "I'm ready."

"Alright, then," Audrey Lafeyson, Aaron's ex-wife and Nova's now-adopted mother, declared as she tapped the datapadd to begin the physical construction process. "You're receiving a Type 86F body, Janna. Would you like HCV add-ons?"

''Heavy Combat Variant'', Janna comprehended Audrey's request, instantly understanding what that would mean in real space. "It'd be wise, I suppose," she noted as she crossed her arms. "If Andromeda was anything like what a crazed Daikoku combat gynoid can be, why take the damned risk? Besides, I might be asked to rescue NVA-C one of these days, so I might as well be prepared."

"Good point," Audrey noted as she tapped controls. "Would you like to try out the HCV-S module as well? We need it tested."

Janna blinked as she considered that. The Specialized variation of HCV meant that she would have forearm-mounted gravity-warp projectors, the emitters built into the palms of her hands. Using that, she could do some major redecorating in case the opposition got intense. "I'll need at least a Class Eight fuel pump to keep up with the demands those monsters will draw on my energy reserves."

"You'll get a Nine-Es pump," Audrey automatically promised. "It's more efficient than an Eight or Eight-Es pump, so you won't have to binge TOO much."

"Great!" Janna affirmed with a smirk. Fuel pumps served as combination heart and stomach for a Foundation sim. Taking in food like normal people — or any sort of solid matter — the pump would convert it into plasma energy, then force it through an efficient cardiovascular system to answer her body's energy demands. The fuel pump in a Foundation sim was, outside the CPU, the most important organ in the body. The Class 9S pump — about the size of the average hardcover novel — was the latest model.

"Alright then," Audrey advised as she tapped controls, then she motioned to a glowing circular pad now beside Janna. "Step there and relax. We'll beam you in."

"Right," Janna declared as she stepped onto the pad. "Energize!"

Audrey flipped controls. Janna then faded out in a sparkle of light. As soon as she was alone, the brown-haired prototype sim closed her eyes. "Go, Janna...my beautiful daughter-in-law..." she whispered, eyes glittering with tears. "Go, Nemesis...my angel of vengeance. Go bring Aaron, Nova and Andromeda the justice they deserve..."

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'''''Darkness...'''

Wait!''

'''UNIT INITIAL WAKE-UP PROGRAM...BEGIN'''

'''UNIT TYPE...FOUNDATION TYPE 86F, HEAVY COMBAT VARIANT (SPECIAL), UNIT 2'''

'''SELF-DESIGNATION...JANNA MATTING'''

'''SYSTEMS CHECK...'''

'''FUEL PUMP PROGRAM...ACTIVE'''

'''SENSORY NET...ACTIVE'''

'''CPU DIAGNOSTIC...COMPLETE'''

'''MEMORY CELL DIAGNOSTIC...COMPLETE'''

'''COMBAT SYSTEMS PROGRAM...ENGAGE'''

'''COMSYS PROGRAM DIAGNOSTIC...COMPLETE'''

'''GRAV-WARP PROJECTOR SYSTEM...OK'''

'''BIO-FIELD DEFENCE SYSTEM...OK'''

'''MONO-BLADE ARCHITECTURE...OK'''

'''COMSYS POWER CELL LEVEL...100%'''

'''SPECIAL CPU OPERATION PROGRAM "NEMESIS"...ENGAGE'''

'''TIME TO AWAKEN...05...04...03...02...01...00'''

Janna's eyes fluttered open, a diagnostic window in her left eye then flashing the necessary messages flowing in from all parts of her body. The warm touch of the bed under her allowed her skin to flex, the underlying duranium fibres which served as her outer layer of defensive armour not moving to interlink and render her as hard as the plate armour of an M1A1 Abrams tank. She was quick to sense that almost all her body was sheathed in clothing. A bodysuit? As elements of her CPU received confirming messages from various parts of her body, she slowly sat up, allowing the blanket to fall from her. Gazing at herself, Janna smiled on seeing the plain white jumpsuit normally worn by female Foundation sims when working inside their headquarters.

Slipping the covers aside, she swung her legs out, then stood, her internal auto-balancer pumps — located in her head beside her ears — making sure she remained on her feet. With that, she took several steps to a floor-length mirror to stare at herself. As the beautiful image was reflected back through the glass, Janna felt her cheeks heat. "Shit, I do look hot!" she purred in a silky yet refined voice, similar to Nova's in a way but without the nasalized English noblewoman's accent.

Curiosity then filled her as she reached up to the zipper holding her jumpsuit in place, then she pulled it down to the level of her hipbones. Seeing the generous cleavage exposed, Janna shuddered as a subtle rush flooded various parts of her lower body. Closing her eyes as she took a deep breath — ensuring more oxygen would flood her plasma-like "blood" and keep the energy output from her fuel pump high — she then took the flaps of her suit, then pulled away to expose her breasts.

Her jaw dropped in awed shock as they seem to jiggle from being freed like that. Drawing one hand from its sleeve, she then reached over to tenderly pinch one of her nipples. A jolt of hot fire suddenly lanced through her sensory net as the flesh hardened, input igniting glands within her to send a torrent of synthetic estrogen right into her CPU. Janna remained still as her hand continued to caress the plump mounds on her chest, then without thinking, she drew her other arm clear of the jumpsuit to ensure she could give pleasure to both of her breasts.

''Guess this must be one way girls masturbate'', she mused as she stepped back, sitting on the diagnostic bed. Drawing one hand up, she licked her fingers, then reached down to draw the dampness over her skin. The rush of synthogen inside her suddenly became a storm as she swung back onto her bed, one hand reaching down to fully unzip her jumpsuit and seek out another dampening spot on her body.

She jolted in surprise on feeling crinkly hairs above her groin, then she pulled the jumpsuit's fabric clear, looking down to see a neatly-trimmed bush of raven hair over her womanhood. ''Maybe I should shave myself'', she mused as a finger probed past the folds of her labia, then her mind exploded as it made contact with her clitoris.

"'''''WHOA!'''''" she cried, her body tensing as an orgasm slammed through her like a runaway freight train, then she slowly shifted onto her side as she allowed the synthogen to drain into her cardiovascular system and clear away from her CPU.

"Oh, man...that was fuckin' fantastic...!" she muttered, a giddy smile crossing her face. Taking another deep breath to restore her active power levels to normal, she sat up, hands yanking the jumpsuit away from her body. A glance to her left revealed a small dresser unit with vanity mirror. Walking over, she opened the top drawer to see several folded pairs of panties and sports bras. Taking a pair out, she slipped the panties up her legs. Stopping at mid-thigh, Janna shifted her legs apart, then slipped a hand in to caress herself. Another shudder ripped through her, then she drew her hand up to take a deep smell. Ripe, freshly-picked strawberries, almost like the way Nova's womanhood had registered to Jason when they had made love.

''Nice...''

With that, she slipped her panties into place, then drew the sports bra over her, adjusting herself so her breasts weren't pinched by the cloth; no doubt, it'd hurt Janna as much as a constricted hard-on would hurt Jason. Now donning the right undergarments, Janna knelt to the second drawer to draw out a polo shirt and a pair of worn blue jeans. Janna paused on seeing the jeans, then she grinned. Brand new clothes could attract someone's attention, make people question what was going on.

Slipping them into place, she put on cotton socks and slip-on pumps before walking to the doorway, one hand reaching for a bomber jacket conveniently hanging from a wall rack. She headed through the door, slipping her arms into the jacket as the portal closed automatically behind her. Janna now found herself in a dimly-lit corridor. Walking to a seven-way junction, she then turned left, finding herself before double doors. They parted as the door sensors detected her, allowing her inside.

Past the doors lay a small control room, about five metres square. Computers lined all the walls, along with air vents. Seated at the various stations were women of all possible racial backgrounds, varying in age from late teens to early thirties. Staring at these, a small sampling of her new extended family, Janna was surprised to see that not all of them were unnatural icons of beauty. There were girls that seemed nearly anorexic, some body-builders, the stocky overweight types, girls with overlarge breasts and even the permanently underdeveloped. Shaking her head, Janna emitted a low whistle. They all looked to the very end like normal people.

No wonder the Andrews Foundation had kept itself secret for so long.

With that, she proceeded to stand behind one station, marked '''MONITOR UNIT TWO (DAIKOKU)''' on a placard over the view screen. At the station was a stocky Asian with plain-cut black hair and brown eyes. Her attention was locked fully on the screen before her. Janna hummed, then concentrates:

'''UNIT IDENTIFICATION PROGRAM...BEGIN'''

'''TARGET SUBJECT...IDENTIFIED'''

'''SUBJECT UNIT TYPE...FOUNDATION TYPE 70F, UNIT 271'''

'''SUBJECT SELF-DESIGNATION...SAKURAI CHISATO'''

'''SUBJECT TASK LISTING...MONITOR OFFICER, FOUNDATION HQ GROUP'''

'''FURTHER DATA INPUT (Y/N)_?'''

Janna hummed, mentally responding negatively to her UIP request as she turned her full attention to the woman before her. Chisato wouldn't normally attract the attention of most...but from the intensive look on her face, Janna guessed she would be a handful in bed. ''It's always the ones we ignore who're the best at that sort of thing.''

Glancing down, she then noticed that Chisato's button shirt was opened, allowing cables from the monitor computer to be plugged into an open panel on her stomach. It was centred on her navel, Janna then noted before she remembered that all Foundation sims had a maintenance hatch there. That was one big cosmetic difference between sims and gynoids like Nova; they had realistic navels. All one had to do was press into the belly button and they would trigger a hidden switch to open the panel.

Seeing the thickness of the cable plugged into Chisato now, Janna quickly realized that the monitor officer was directly inputting feed data from the monitor units into her CPU. ''Fastest way to do it'', the just-woken special action officer — that was Janna's job within the Andrews Foundation, she knew now — mused, nodding. Sighing, she then placed a hand on Chisato's shoulder, causing the other sim to blink. A quick glance to Janna, Chisato then turned back to her screen. "Can I help you, Janna?"

"I need to know if there are any Daikoku gynoids in North America and where they are, Chisato. It's for Nova and Andromeda."

"One moment." Chisato then closed her eyes, firing off a request into the monitor unit's CPU. After a minute, she then relaxed. "I have Unit NVA-C now in Los Angeles, currently at Galaxy Fashions..."

Janna sighed. "Nova..." she whispered. "No, not her. Anyone else?"

"Unit NVX-3R has just arrived in Los Angeles..."

"Who's that?"

"Her name is Robyn. Information and reconnaissance officer; she was just activated. She was dispatched from Tōkyō to investigate a computer leak inside Daikoku's system. The trace will take her to Galaxy Fashions, but the origin of the leak is elsewhere."

"Will it threaten Nova?"

Chisato hummed as she considered that, then she shook her head. "I don't think so...but given that the second Nova is fully sentient, if she and Robyn encounter the other, the chances are very good that Nova will boost Robyn to full sentience, not to mention cut Robyn off from being traced by Daikoku."

Janna hummed as elements of her CPU churned through the data, the "Nemesis" protocols postulating scenarios which could result from such an encounter. She pursed her lips, then she sighed. "If that happens, additional personnel could be sent after Robyn."

"Agreed," Chisato affirmed with a nod. "Most likely organic officers. Janna, the Council has forbidden a direct attack by any Foundation field officer on Daikoku special ops personnel. You need a waver from Doctor McPherson to go after them even if Doctor Lafeyson wanted you to."

"True...but that's not our worry now. Any other Daikoku units in North America or do I gotta go to Japan to find them?"

Chisato turned back to her screen as she considered that. "There is a possibility."

"Where?"

"Outside Dallas. There's an unauthorized research unit being run by one of the scientists who worked on the NVX combat gynoid program. Unit NVX-14 is with her now."

Janna blinked, then she pulled up her shirt, her finger pressing into her navel.

''CLICK!''

A round section of skin cut away from her abdomen, revealing the underlying layers of synthetic muscles plus several datajack ports. "Link me in please, Chisato."

"Alright," Chisato affirmed as she drew a spare cable from the monitor unit, then she turned to slip that into Janna's abdomen.

The field officer jolted as she sensed her mind link into the other sim's machine, then she closed her eyes as data streamed directly into her CPU. Alright, the chief scientist of the group was a woman named Futaba Riho. One of Aaron Lafeyson's several apprentices, Riho had spearheaded the development of the NVX combat gynoids, units similar in function to the Type 66, 76 and 86 combat sims the Foundation created.

Due to development problems with the NVX series concerning their wetware, the project was shelved. Riho had dissented, wanting a chance to try to make it work. It had been refused and she had been reassigned to North America. It was there that she disappeared from Daikoku's security net by faking her own death in a car crash.

''How on Earth did she get her hands on one of her own creations?'' Janna then wondered before she sighed. Despite how it had happened, this was a very good development. If Riho was smart, she would have ensured all records on NVX-14 had been wiped out before she skipped out of Japan. Someone working in Daikoku was probably helping her...

Yes. Ichirō Kyōsuke, another scientist who had been assigned to the NVX project. Yes, he was still officially on Daikoku's payroll. If that was so and if he was working with Riho, chances were there Kyōsuke was a possible double-agent, ready to sell her out if something went wrong...or went very right. Given the nature of the people working for Daikoku, Janna was willing to wager that if NVX-14 was made safe, Kyōsuke could easily eliminate Riho, then take credit for what happened himself.

''Bastards!''

"We got a hot one here," Janna affirmed with a nod, then she stared at Chisato. "Hey, want to tag along for the ride? I could use an expert for the trip."

Chisato turned to stare wide-eyed at the other sim. "You...want me to go with you?" she asked in a stunned squeak. "Janna, I'm not...!"

"Field personnel," Janna finished before she nodded in determination. "Yeah, I know, but you ARE an expert on all the types of androids Daikoku builds. I'm willing to also bet that you're also knowledgeable on what that company does since Nova and her sisters clearly play a big role. I don't know everything I'd want to about that situation. Programming it into me is fine and fair, but I'd prefer a second person to give me a counter-argument in case something goes very wrong down there."

Chisato blinked, then she felt her cheeks heat at Janna's compliment before she nodded. "I'll do my best to justify your faith in me, Janna." She then turned back to the board, concentrating for a moment. "There, I just contacted my replacement. When he gets in here, we'll head out then, alright?"

"Great!" Janna affirmed as she moved to unplug herself...

----

'''''Thirty minutes later...'''''

A private jet lifted off from an airfield north of the Foundation's headquarters, turning south-west to cross Lake Erie into Ohio on course for Texas. Once the airplane was wheels-up and moving to level off, Chisato flicked a switch, activating a visual/radar cloaking field that made the plane fade from outside view. Now in the co-pilot's chair, Janna sighed as she watched the countryside pass. When they were preparing to take off, Chisato had explained that the cloak now protecting them wasn't enough to cover a heat trail or engine noise, but if the jet remained close to cloud cover, it could confuse ground observers as to who was passing overhead.

Gazing at the other sim as she recalled that, Janna then sighed, reaching over to squeeze Chisato's hand. "Thanks for helping me do this."

"My pleasure," Chisato declared with a smile before she projected a concerned stare. "How are you adjusting, Janna? It's rare for an organic-convert sim to leap into action the day she's first activated."

"I guess it's this 'Nemesis' program inside my brain that's keeping me focused on what I have to do," Janna affirmed with a shrug, a light smile crossing her face. She didn't take notice of Chisato's widening eyes on affirming what had been programmed in her. "It's a good thing, though...and besides, Nova deserves the chance to get back on her feet as soon as possible. I'm not going to deny her that."

"You must love her," Chisato noted with a chuckle. "I'm envious."

"Hey, it doesn't mean that I don't want to be friends with anyone else," Janna returned, then she sat back in her chair. "Chisato?"

"Yes?"

"Others like me...those who were organics before the Foundation helped them...did they have problems adjusting?"

Chisato sighed, giving Janna a reassuring squeeze before flicking on the auto-pilot. "Some of them did...but we're careful over who we choose to become part of us. Then again, every one of them was usually the lover or friend of an android or gynoid we wanted to rescue, so that made things flow a lot more easily in the long term. They decided the same thing you did before your parts merged to become Janna: If they were going to stay in love or be friends with the android or gynoid in question, it was only right for them too to become sims when the android or gynoid crossed over."

"That's good." Janna then closed her eyes. "I'm going to go into sleep mode for a bit. Wake me when we get there, alright."

"Alright..."

----

'''''Four hours later...'''''

The plane landed on one of the runways at Carswell Air Force Base west of downtown Fort Worth. The air base had been closed some years ago due to budget cuts. Once clear of government red tape and oversight, it had been taken over by a front corporation controlled by older-model sims so field personnel like Janna would have discrete places to insert and extract themselves from. The company that ran Carswell as a private-use runway actually turned a tidy profit from the many businesspersons who flew in and out of the Dallas area. Seeing one more private jet land or take off wouldn't make any passer-by blink; the cloak that shielded the jet could maintain a complete radar masking even if the visual cloak had been deactivated.

Taxiing into a hangar, Chisato then had the jet shut down as ground crews — all of whom were Type 70 Class C heavy labour sims, Janna knew; they were simply called "droids" in Foundation parlance due to their total lack of sentience — secured it down. The two sentient sims quickly disembarked to find an unmarked panel van awaiting them. "I called ahead to have transportation arranged," Chisato declared with a proud smile on noting Janna's surprised look before they boarded the van, then she drove the vehicle out of the hangar to get out to the expressways.

"Thanks," Janna affirmed. "Now you see why I asked you along?"

"That's the big disadvantage of the 'Nemesis' program," Chisato warned with a knowing smirk. "You're concentrating so much on avenging what's happened to Nova that you're risking letting details slip through. It's okay."

"Okay, then. Get us over there!"

She nodded. "Right away!"

The van made its way soon enough onto Interstate 30, heading east past Fort Worth into Dallas. Turning north on Route 360, they took the Carrier Parkway exit, then Chisato proceeded into the western outskirts of Irving. Just north of the underpass racing below I-30 outside Grand Prairie, she made another left into an abandoned industrial zone, then pulled the van off to one side. "We're about seven hundred metres from where Doctor Futaba and Unit 14 are." She pointed to the south-east. "See there?"

Janna looked. "The place with all the windows gone?"

"That's it. They're in the basement. Other than Doctor Futaba and Unit Fourteen, there are four. Doctor Ichirō and three assistants, all still Daikoku employees."

"Good enough for me," Janna affirmed with a nod, opening the door as she slipped out. "Stay here until I signal you to come in."

"Right. Good luck."

Janna headed away from the van, acting like someone who had to do something on her own. When she reached a side road that led past the target building in question, she calmly turned to begin her approach run. Concentrating for a quick second, she then relaxed on seeing a message flash in her eye:

'''UNIT COMBAT SYSTEMS PROGRAM...BEGIN'''

'''COMSYS PROGRAM TACTICAL DISPLAY ANALYSIS DIAGNOSTIC...OK'''

'''GRAV-WARP PROJECTOR SYSTEM...OK'''

'''BIO-FIELD DEFENCE SYSTEM...OK'''

'''MONO-BLADE ARCHITECTURE...OK'''

'''COMSYS POWER CELL LEVEL...100%'''

'''SPECIAL CPU OPERATION PROGRAM "NEMESIS"...ACTIVE'''

'''BEGIN OPERATION...'''

Janna tensed as she performed a multi-spectral examination of the target building. No external sensors or hidden weapons emplacements were detected. Heat residue indicated a passenger car of some sort had recently driven up to one of the loading doors obscured from a casual glance from nearby roads. Focusing on that, she headed in.

She soon stopped behind the corner of one building, glancing at the door in question. The door seemed locked...

''Wait!''

No, it was opened, though obscured in such a way that it would seemed locked whenever someone passed by. If someone ever did.

''Alright, fair enough'', she mused as she concentrated:

'''UNIT BIO-FIELD DEFENCE SYSTEM...BEGIN'''

'''SENSOR ECM MASK TYPE...DAIKOKU NVA GYNOID'''

With that, Janna straightened, dashing quickly to the door, stopping to one side as she checked through a broken window to examine the main floor. It was almost empty save for some rusting machinery...and a car hidden in the shadows, obscured easily by surrounding machinery and the building walls. Very clever, these people.

With that, she walked down to another shattered window, then easily slipped inside, landing gingerly on the floor. Rising, she glanced around...then she jolted as a hidden access door opened, revealing a muscular man dressed in overalls, Daikoku symbols on the arms and chest. He looked at her, then he smile, closing the door behind him as he quietly walked over to her. "'Bout time you came here!" he hissed in English. "We've been expecting someone for sometime now."

Janna was quick to realize the fellow now believed her to be one of Nova's NVA sisters. She was quick to fall into her "role". No doubt, all the others with Futaba Riho were ready to sell her out to the Daikoku Corporation. Too bad. "I came as soon as I was dispatched from Japan," she declared coolly as she allowed all emotions to drain from her face. "Where is Doctor Futaba and the rogue android?" She had remembered to use that term in lieu of the word "gynoid", which was not commonly done in Daikoku even if all their creations were female-form.

"This way."

Janna fell in behind him as he headed to where the hatch was. Kneeling, he tapped a hidden sensor pad, then straightened as the hatch opened. As he swung around to step down, a hand clapped his mouth shut as he felt a VERY sharp pain rip through his chest! Janna yanked his head back hard enough to break the spine with a twist of her left hand, allowing fifty centimetre-long monomolecular vibro-claws presently jutting from the fingertips of her right hand to shred his heart and major blood vessels. Blood sprays from the wound as she pulled back her claws, her other hand contemptuously tossing the Daikoku worker aside. She then looked down to see one of the fellow's co-workers staring in wide-eyed shock at her.

Said worker was now paralyzed by mortal terror. He had been told by Ichirō Kyōsuke that one of the NVA androids would come by soon to kill Futaba Riho, thus ensuring the company's android projects would remain secure and hidden from public view. A ground sensor had detected up the arrival of a van five minutes ago, which meant that the operation was finally underway. Like his co-workers, he was expecting an unearthly beauty who could be co-oped into sex; after all, androids were programmed to obey any organic working for Daikoku. He CERTAINLY didn't expect a raven-haired tomboy with half-metre long glowing claws tipping the fingers of one hand!

Especially one who had just casually murdered his friend!

Staring at him, Janna hissed as her legs propelled her down, sending her flying into him with the force of a runaway truck! Her claws lancing into his heart wasn't necessary in the long term; the impact of her body on his had crushed his rib cage, pulping his heart and lungs. With that, Janna spun to her right to see a large space, about the size of the central monitor room in Fort Erie. Standing there were three more people, two men and a woman, all now staring wide-eyed at the new arrival. Also there was another woman, a tall silver-haired beauty now prostrate on a diagnostic bed beside the woman Janna recognizes as Futaba Riho.

"Who are you?!" Ichirō Kyōsuke, standing close to Riho, screamed out.

Janna didn't dignify him with an answer as she snapped up her other hand, aiming her palm at the third person present. The air before the skin crackled loudly as an energy ball formed, then it lanced forth. Riho and Kyōsuke watched as the poor man was pulped by the gravity-warp, his shredded flesh and blood showering the wall behind where he stood. Once he was down, Janna allowed herself to relax as she stared at the two scientists. "Do I have your attention now, doctors?" she then sweetly inquired.

Riho, a dusky-skinned woman with blonde hair pulled back from her angular face, which was pierced with blue eyes, grinned. "You're from the Foundation, aren't you?!" she demanded. "You're a Type Eighty-six!"

Kyōsuke spun around to stare wide-eyed at Riho. Janna was just as stunned as the Daikoku scientist on hearing that. "You know of us?" she demanded.

"Yes," Riho affirmed. "Did Audrey send you?!"

"What foundation?!" Kyōsuke demanded.

Janna gazed at him, then she held up her hand, allowing her claws to retract into her fingertips, they melting like plastic over an open fire right into the surrounding flesh. Gazing at that, Kyōsuke blinks, his mind whirling at warp speed. An android of some sort, clearly VERY advanced if what he just saw was an indication, working for a group that openly hunted Daikoku personnel...? That wouldn't be tolerated by ANYONE back in Tōkyō. He quickly yanked out a pistol; if he was fast enough...

Seeing that, Janna lunged, fist cocked back. Just as he was about to swing the gun to bear on the oncoming sim, her fist connected with his jaw. His head snapped back with an audible crack! as the spine and jaw were shattered from the impact, the blow sending him flying into a wall. He seemed to pause for moment before he slumped to the floor, his pistol clattering by his side as Janna quickly stepped back, her arm raised to strike again if he got back up.

No chance in that.

Riho looked over, then she relaxed before walking up to stand beside Janna. "I think you got him," she mused as she clicked her tongue.

Janna then stared intently at the scientist for a moment before she reached over to unbutton the older woman's shirt. Riho calmly placed a hand on the field officer's arm to stop her. "Relax, there's no need to do that."

"You're one of us?"

"Modified Type 66F infiltration sim; I'm one of about a half-dozen now working inside the Corporation," Riho affirmed. "I won't be listed in your databanks if you're trying to key in the identification program to learn who I am. Who came with you?"

"Just me, Riho."

Both turned as Chisato stepped down into the lab. "Hey, stranger!" Riho hailed as she walked over to draw her friend into a warm embrace. "About time!"

Janna's jaw dropped. "You knew?!" she demanded, spinning on Chisato.

"Yes...but I couldn't reveal anything about undercover personnel, not even to you, Janna," Chisato calmly replied as she returned the field officer's look, then she turned to gaze on the still NVX gynoid nearby. "What about her? Any luck?"

"A little," Riho affirmed with a shake of her head. "As far as Ichirō and whoever was in control of him knows, I was 'frantic' about trying to make the NVX program work. Too bad he won't be able to report more to whoever his friends in Japan might be."

"Why kidnap this girl?" Janna asked.

"Nova," Riho answered. "I was one of the first to learn that she had become sentient. I knew that sooner or later, the chance might come that she'd die on duty. When her soul would be saved by our systems, we'd need the chance to decipher the coding that goes into a Daikoku gynoid's brain. I couldn't get the chance to do that while I was still working in Tōkyō, so I had to do it here."

Janna took that in, then she lightly smiled. "Thank you."

"You love Nova, don't you?"

An automatic nod answered. "Yes, I do. Very much."

"Good. I need to get back to Fort Erie to help give Nova a new chance at life...but first, I have something else to do," Riho stated, her eyes turning towards NVX-14...

----

'''''Later...'''''

"Why a garbage dumpster?!"

"She won't be there for long," Riho stated as the van pulled into the hangar. Already, the ground crew was warming up the jet for the flight back to Fort Erie. "I programmed Fourteen to awaken in an hour's time," the scientist added as the three sims disembarked, filing into the jet as one of the ground crew moved to shift the vehicle away to allow the jet the chance to egress from the hangar. "The first person she sees that shows her kindness, she'll start to gravitate to."

"What about her mental problems?" Chisato wondered as they slipped into the cockpit, the monitor officer looking over the controls as she begins pre-flight checks.

Janna and Riho sat down in the co-pilot's and flight engineer's seats. "She'll still have some trouble coping...but over time and barring any serious problems, she'll overcome them," the latter affirmed. "If it gets too bad, I can always come back."

"What about whoever was backing up Ichirō?" Janna wondered.

"No problems there," Riho affirmed with a knowing smirk. "I managed to get my hands on a corpse from one of the morgues, then hid it in the lab when Kyōsuke and the others weren't looking. With the thermite you laid out to wreck the place, the people in Daikoku will have no idea what happened there or why...IF they choose to investigate the matter, which I think they might not. After all, whoever the executive was that was behind Kyōsuke — if he raises too much of a stink over what happened — will have to explain to Osato why he let an NVX combat gynoid loose."

Janna took a moment to absorb that, then she sighed. "Too bad, then...but I'm still a little uncomfortable about letting someone with some screwed-up wiring in the old CPU running loose, especially with what else those NVX are capable of doing."

Riho nodded. "Yes, that's true...but all of us, one way or another, learns best by experience, not just by programming. Besides, with the way I programmed Fourteen, I made sure she — once she chooses the person she loves — will always seek to protect him. The people in Daikoku never realized that in a bodyguard situation, an NVX can be like a lioness protecting her cubs. Whoever the lucky fellow or lady is that comes together with Fourteen, he'll be quite safe with her FROM her. Count on it."

"And we'll be always there if she needs us," Chisato added.

Janna considered that before she sighed. "Okay, fair enough. Let's go home. The sooner Nova's back on her feet, the better."

"Okay," Chisato affirmed as she turned the engines on.

As the monitor officer moved to guide the jet from the hangar, Janna fell quiet as she closed her eyes, many warm images bombarding her mind of a life Fate decreed that she could no longer live. Images that focused specifically on a beautiful flame-haired, blue-eyed Galatea. ''Two of them'', the sim born as Jason Matting then reminded herself. One now trapped, disembodied, in a master computer in Ontario. The other alone in California, heartbroken over what happened to the man she loved. Now, a third Galatea would haunt Janna's thoughts: A tall, muscular giantess with silver-blue hair.

With those images come a storm of doubts. As she was now, Janna Matting could do so much to help not just both Novas and the yet-to-be-named NVX-14, but all their many sisters in Japan and elsewhere. But would the cure she could provide for those gynoids ultimately be worse than the disease called "Daikoku"? Dare she go all out, hunt down the inhuman bastards who had treated Nova, Andromeda and the others like throw-away toys, then give them a taste of Heaven-sent justice, Andrews Foundation-style? Or should she sit back and let things happen, let Fate and Destiny dictate what happened to the others without her stepping into the fray?

Which way should she go...?

'''''To Be Continued...?'''''

----

'''''WRITER'S NOTES'''''

With Kishin-san's kind permission, I wrote this side story to his beautiful Nova stories, explaining what could have happened to the original Nova (NVA-7) and Jason Matting after their deaths. As Kishin-san stated in ''[[The Mourning After]]'', he got a lot of flack over Jason's demise, so I decided to do a "what if" story in answer to that.

Kishin-san is to be credited for giving us our beloved flame-haired gynoid and her love, not to mention other characters appearing in his stories. The Andrews Foundation and characters associated with that are mine, though people are free to use the concepts behind them in their works (as long as I get credit for it, of course).

Time-wise, this story began immediately after ''[[NVA Showdown]]''. Janna awakened in her new body around the time of ''[[An Unexpected Guest]]''16. Given what happened in the latter part of that story, I set ''[[Garbage]]'' around the same time-frame. Kishin-san might disagree with me on that point (which is his right, of course; they're his stories).

The sims are, internally, much more realistic androids/gynoids than the Daikoku NVA/NVX series. In essence, most of their bodies are composed of biosynthetic similcra of natural organic tissue, though they do have mechanical parts scattered all over. "Laboratory-built synthetic cyborgs" would be one way of looking at them.

Like Nova and her sisters, Andrews Foundation sims have a body unit number. Janna's is '''86F002H/S-G'''. This means she is a female Type 86 sim (third generation combat model), Unit Two, built as a Heavy Combat Variant with Specialized equipment within her and possesses a Class G sentience rating (which is no different than Nova's).

Christine McPherson is '''X64F021-G'''. That makes her a female Type X-64 (prototype) sim, Unit Twenty-one, with Class G sentience. Audrey Lafeyson is '''X64F049-G'''.

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===[[Stories/1001011001|1001011001]]===
#[[Customer Service]]
#[[Dollsnatcher]]
#[[Hollywood]]
#[[Sketch Artist]]
#[[The Trial]]
#[[Spy Report]]

===[[Stories/123bot|123bot]]===
#[[Rebecca]]
#[[Rebecca: Lisa]]

===[[Stories/33cl33|33cl33]]===
#[[A Very Welcome Surprise]]
#[[Dinner Guests]]

===[[Stories/73737373737373|73737373737373]]===
#[[Prototype Abridged]]
#[[Field Test Abridged]]
#[[Private Coverage of the Underground Fembot Athletics]]
#[[Master Loves Twin Girls]]

==A==
===[[Stories/Aerosol Kid|Aerosol Kid]]===
#[[Femella Ex Machina]]

===[[Stories/Agent Smith|Agent Smith]]===
#[[The Android Riots Of 2033]]

===[[Stories/alaval92|alaval92]]===
#[[Too Perfect]]
#[[Conspiracy]]

===[[Stories/Apok|Apok]]===
#[[A Rebooted Life]]
#[[Second-Rate]]
#[[Unit Two]]
#[[Sig's Upgrade]]
#[[Protection]]
#[[Hotline]]

===[[Stories/Ashyne|Ashyne]]===
#[[First Contact: Horror Unleashed]]

===[[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]]===
*The ReVerse (many characters originated by [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
#[[Wasabi: A Boom-Boom Joint]]
#[[Lazy Phone]]
#Castle Mysteries!: [[Castle Mysteries!: Coup De Grace|Coup De Grace]]
#Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
# Castle Mysteries!: [[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
# Castle Mysteries!: [[Not Quite Human]]

===[[Stories/Avoyak|Avoyak]]===
#[[Katerina, type 02 Robot]]

==B==
===[[Stories/BA|BA]]===
#[[Home Service warranty]]
#[[Business Class]]
#[[Childminder]]
#[[CLAIRE 33]]
#[[Holiday]]
#[[Information Retrieval]]
#[[Mrs. Allen's Two O'Clock]]
#[[Sisterhood]]
#[[Upgrading Beth]]
#[[Just One Quick Question...]]
#[[Helpline]]
#[[Cooperant Pair]]
#[[Traffic Incident]]
#[[Survival]]
#[[Assistant]]
#[[Tech Refresh]]
#[[Mechanic]]
#[[Denial Of Service Attack]]
#[[Ignorance is Bliss]]
#[[Jenny]]
#[[Aptitude Test]]
#[[Special Agent]]
#[[Generations]]
#[[Housewife]]
#[[Green Flag]]
#[[Houseguest]]
#[[A Place to Stay]]
#[[Service Please]]
#[[Date Calibration]]
#[[Plastic Trash]]
#[[Threshold]]
#[[Party Night - unfinished]]
#[[Empty City]]
#[[Bad Day]]
#[[An Interview With Janet]]
#[[Combat Sex Droids: No Limits]]
#[[How Far Will She Go on a First Date]]
#[[Tech Error]]
#[[The Rutuksee Clinique Case]]
#[[Investigative]]
#[[New Toy]]

===[[Stories/Bad Kitty|Bad Kitty]]===
#[[Confessions of a Robo-Hottie]]

===[[Stories/Baron|Baron]]===
#[[Law & Order SVU TNG - Cops Get Religion]]
#[[About The I-12 Kronicles]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 1: R.O.S.I.E]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 2: Gina]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 3: Rochelle]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 4: Maisie]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 5: Chase]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 6: Liza-Beta]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 7: The Homecoming]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 8: One Zero Nightmare]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 9: Miseries Miracles & More Miseries]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 10: Inspektor Jekyll, Gone Mr. Hyde?]]

===[[Stories/Bart|Bart]]===
#[[Return Home]]
#[[Free Shipping]]
#[[Annie's Successor]]

===[[Stories/Battery|Battery]]===
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Darkbutflashy)]]

===[[Stories/Bigcoyote|Bigcoyote]]===
#[[Maryanne One]]

===[[Stories/Blake Sigma|Blake Sigma]]===
#[[Where Are You, Lovely?]]
#[[A.I.L.A.: Birth]]
#[[TITAN S]]

===[[Stories/blond111|blond111]]===
#[[Kiabot]]

===[[Stories/bolton|bolton]]===
#[[Skin]]

===[[Stories/Bonita772|Bonita772]]===
#[[Wife Repair]]

===[[Stories/boolean2|boolean2]]===
#[[Clearance]]

===[[Stories/Botfriend2000|Botfriend2000]]===
#[[The Purchase...]]
#[[CyGenPleasuretronics/Kimberlys Evaluation]]
#[[The Job Interview]]
#[[Family Matters]]
#[[The Halloween Story]]
#[[The Interrogation]]
#[[Their Side of Events]]

===[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]===
#[[Corporate Espionage]]
#[[Dienst #1 - Trojan Horse]]
#[[Eudoxia]]
#[[One More Fare]]
#[[Open And Shut Case]]
#[[Over Some Drinks]]
#[[Smell Bridges Burning (The Intern)]]
#[[Standard Of Deviation]]
#[[The Ersatz Cadet]]
#[[The Hustler]]
#[[The Real Deal]]
#[[Three Pawns]]
#[[Tinted Windows]]
#[[Heinrich Brueckmann's Unfinished Works]]

===[[Stories/Brytestar|Brytestar]]===
#[[Angelmech Battle Cheerleader Cherry]]
#[[Automaid Fighter Kimiko Prelude]]
#[[Cyberknight Dreams]]
#[[Sailor Valkerie - Interview With A Mechascout]]
#[[The Brytestar Chronicles: The Early Years]]

===[[Stories/Bunnybot|Bunnybot]]===
#[[BunnyBots Part One: The Conversion Of Vanessa]]
#[[Tammy]]
#[[Bunnybots - Ava]]
#[[Tammy: Eve]]
#[[The Actress]]
#[[Cassandra]]
#[[Companion Dolls - Economic Unit]]

===[[Stories/ButchyBoy|ButchyBoy]]===
#[[The Nightingale's Song]]
#[[Fembots In History: Queen Isabella]]
#[[Little Red Riding Hood-Fractured Gynoid Tale]]
#[[The Vanishing Warlord]]
#[[Fembots In History - Annie Oakley]]
#[[Can't Get That Song Outta My Head]]
#[[The Nut-Cricket Adventure]]
#[[Galatea]]
#[[The Contest Winner]]
#[[Droid Hunter]]

==C==
===[[Stories/Cam_1361|Cam_1361]]===
#[[Untitled (Cam_1361)]]

===[[Stories/Capn Jake|Capn Jake]]===
#[[Jenny6525B]]

===[[Stories/CaptainStorytime|CaptainStorytime]]===
#[[A Gift Unwanted]]

===[[Stories/Castaliaman|Castaliaman]]===
#[[Jeopardy 2104]]

===[[Stories/Chains of Adamant|Chains of Adamant]]===
#[[Gallinax]]
#[[Christmas Surprise]]
#[[The Prison]]
#[[Miriam]]

===[[Stories/Cecilauthor|Cecilauthor]]===
#[[Fleshware Requiem]]
#[[Apocalypse Doll - Celebrity Edition]]
#[[Robot Power]]
#[[Golden Apple]]
#[[Melting Point]]

===[[Stories/ChaosSeeder|ChaosSeeder]]===
#[[Programming an Adventure]]

===[[Stories/Cjfriel|Cjfriel]]===
#[[Autopia]]

===[[Stories/code_author|code_author]]===
#[[Pressure on a Relationship]]

===[[Stories/confusitron!!|confusitron!!]]===
#[[Danni - A Conversion]]

===[[Stories/Construct|Construct]]===
#[[Re-Constructed]]

==D==
===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===
#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]

===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===
#[[Universal Remote]]

===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===
#[[Mike and Mary]]

===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===
#[[June]]
#[[Sara 3]]

===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===
#[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===
#[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]

===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===
#[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]
#[[Volleybot]]
#[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]
#[[Training lesson]]
#[[Fembot technician]]
#[[Studio]]
#[[Beer girl]]
#[[Meet on bus]]

===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===
#[[TD Walkman Mall]]
#[[Smashed]]
#[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]
#[[Witch Hazel]]

===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===
#[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]

===[[Stories/DollSpace|DollSpace]]===
#[[Selina]]

===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===
#[[Door To Door]]
#[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]

===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===
*[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]

Season 1:
#[[Vicki's New Life]]
#[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]
#[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]
#[[Unmade, Unbroken]]
#[[Out of this World]]
#[[ShowStopper]]
#[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]
#[[The Family of Steel]]
#[[Electric Child]]
#[[Toys in the Attic]]
#[[A House Divided]]
#[[Kirsten's Choice]]
#[[Epsilon]]
#[[Cold Blood]]
#[[Lawson's Eleven]]
#[[A Criminal Mind]]
#[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]
#[[Falling Away]]
#[[Valley of the Damned]]

Season 2:
#[[Mr. Roboto]]
#[[Only Human]]
#[[Beast]]
#[[Dragon]]
#[[Broken]]

===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===
#[[Automated Seduction]]
#[[Reunion]]

==E==
===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===
#[[Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Choices]]
#[[The Playroom]]
#[[Market Test]]
#[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]
#[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]
#[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]
#[[April]]
#[[1962]]

===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===
#[[The Plantation "Sister-In-Law"]]

===[[Stories/evil_boo|evil_boo]]===
#[[The Fantasia Club]]
#[[Bits and Pieces]]
#[[Encounter with Emily]]
#[[Checked Items]]
#[[Crash and Burn]]

==F==
===[[Stories/Faceless001|Faceless001]]===
#[[Fantastic Voyage]]
#[[The Carbon Man]]

===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===
#[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]

===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===
#[[The Maid]]
#[[Dead Dog Two]]
#[[Setting Things Straight]]

===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===
#[[Dora]]

===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===
#[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]
#[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]
#[[Sour Candy]]
#[[Model Citizen]]
#[[The Magi and the Harem]]
#[[Achilles Heels]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===
#[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===
#[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]
#[[The Bridesmaid]]
#[[The Secret]]
#[[True Lies]]

===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===
#[[The Nannybot1000A]]

===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===
#[[Numerology]]

===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===
#[[A Question Of Faith]]
#[[A Question Of Liberty]]
|
==G==
===[[Stories/General|General]]===
#[[Access Denied]]
#[[Blue Chips]]
#[[The Rental]]
#[[History In The Flesh]]
#[[A Second Life]]
#[[Talk Radio]]
#[[What You Leave Behind]]
#[[Focus]]
#[[Modifying the Contract]]
#[[Tech Support]]
#[[Bounty]]
#[[The Grinder]]

===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===
#[[The Flatmate]]

===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===
#[[Unfinished ATM]]
#[[No Refunds Offered]]

===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===
#[[A Fight Too Far]]

===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===
#[[Sentimental Perfection]]
#[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]
*[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe
#[[That Which Was Left Behind]]
#[[Rochelle's Justice]]
#[[A Day at the Ranges]]
* Side stories to other writers' series:
#[[Nemesis]]

===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===
#[[Teacher]]
#[[A New Purpose]]
#[[Chopping Wood]]
#[[Sacrifice]]
#[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]

===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===
#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]
#[[Electra]]
#[[Maid to Order]]
#[[Exo Saves the Day]]
#[[What Once Was Lost]]
#[[Lost but Found]]
#[[Corrupted]]
#[[Simulating Wilderness]]

===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===
#[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]

==H==
===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===
#[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]

===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===
#[[Jumplead]]

===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===
#[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]
#[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]

===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===
#[[A Yet Untitled Story]]
#[[Loveless]]

==I==
===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===
#[[Sloane]]

===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===
#[[Robbery]]

==J==
===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===
#[[K600]]

===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===
#[[Back To The Circuit Board]]

===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===
#[[An Inside Job]]
#[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]

===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===
#[[Karen's Date]]
#[[Doctor Who fanfic]]
#[[A Trip to the ER]]

===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===
#[[Crash]]

==K==
===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===
#[[Monday]]
#[[Friday]]

===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===
#[[Mistress Mira]]
#[[R-Bots]]
#[[Two-Perfect!]]
#[[Mmmmegan]]
#[[Merger]]

===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===
#[[Charlie 25]]
#[[Reflections]]
#[[Service Call]]
#[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]

===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The "Lost Chapter")
#[[Hell's Canary]]
#[[Are You Serious?]]

===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===
#[[Perfection]]

===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===
#[[A Long Sleep]]
#[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]
#[[The Robo-Lover]]
#[[Androids At War]]
#[[Death]]
#[[Rebirth]]
#[[Nova's First Job]]
#[[The Vile Collector]]
#[[NVA Showdown]]
#[[The Mourning After]]
#[[The House of the Dead]]
#[[An Unexpected Guest]]
#[[Voice of the Void]]
#[[Garbage]]
#[[Fangs of Steel]]
#[[Killers]]
#[[Fate]]
#[[Berserker]]
#[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]
#[[I Didn't Know]]
#[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]
#[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]
#[[The World Walker]]
#[[Glory]]
#[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]

===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===
#[[An Afternoon To Remember]]
#[[Holiday In The Sun]]
#[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]
#[[After the Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]
#[[Untitled (Korby)]]
#[[JLA/Fembots]]
#[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]
#[[Remaking Rebecca]]
#[[Another Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]

===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===
#[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]
#[[1985, Paris, France...]]
#[[The Golden Dawn]]
#[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]
#[[Saucy Puppet Show]]

===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===
#[[Fembot User Manual]]
#[[Cindy]]

==L==
===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===
#[[My Life as a Sexbot]]
#[[AlyssaBot]]

===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===
#[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]

===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===
#[[A Surprising Breakfast]]
#[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]

===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===
#[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]

===[[Stories/Lithorien|Lithorien]]===
#[[Heather]]

===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===
#[[The Final Frontier]]
#[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===
#[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]
#[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]
#[[Solipsistic]]
#[[Electrostatic]]
#[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]
#[[Diagnostic]]
#[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]
#[[The Co-Star]]
#[[Bot Town Blues]]
#[[Salvage]]
#[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]
#[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]
#[[Nihilistic]]
#[[Fire Hazard]]
#[[House Call]]

==M==
===[[Stories/Maax|Maax]]===
#[[Cyber Angels]]

===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===
#[[Tales of Syntech]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 2]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 3]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 4]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 5]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 6]]

===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===
#[[A Start to Something Big]]

===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===
#[[Cancelled Project]]

===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===
#[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]
#[[Human Failure. (2200)]]

===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===
#[[Shannon's Third Law]]
#[[Tiffany's Third Law]]

===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===
#[[The Bounty Hunter]]
#[[Best Friends]]
#[[Fighting Love]]
#[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]
#[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]
#[[Blood Angel]]
#[[Deception]]
#[[Errors And Glitches]]
#[[Family Affair]]
#[[Family Life]]
#[[Favourite Parodies]]
#[[Lonely With The Ages]]
#[[Lying And Cheating!]]
#[[My Tutor]]
#[[Not Perfect]]
#[[Regret]]
#[[Secret Wishes]]
#[[Secretaries]]
#[[Shock]]
#[[Spanish Fly Virus]]
#[[Tennis, Anyone?]]
#[[The Lullaby]]
#[[The Package]]
#[[The Red Roses]]
#[[The Student]]
#[[The Temp]]
#[[The Visit]]
#[[Visiting The In-Laws]]
#[[A Nice Gesture]]
#[[Ever Lasting Smile]]
#[[Finding True Happiness]]
#[[Alive?]]
#[[The New Girl]]
#[[The Nurse]]
#[[Chase]]
#[[The First Time...]]
#[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]
#[[The Unwanted Gift]]
#[[Losing One's Self]]
#[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]
#[[Sitting On The Couch]]
#[[Can You Fix It?]]
#[[Ugly]]
#[[Finally]]
#[[Bad Dreams]]
#[[Apartment 7]]
#[[Married to a Machine]]
#[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]
#[[Remote Me]]
#[[Missing]]
#[[Roll With It]]
#[[Still Rolling]]
#[[Happy Easter]]
#[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]
#[[Testing, 1,2,3]]
#[[Why worry?]]
#[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]
#[[Cat Out of the Bag]]
#[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]
#[[I Did Astro's Mom]]
#[[The Lunch]]
#[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]
#[[Why?]]
#[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]
#[[The Car Crash]]
#[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]
#[[The Last Goodbye]]
#[[Across the street]]
#[[The Diva]]

===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===
#[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]
#[[To Love a Girl]]
#[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]
#[[Room 9 Surprise]]
#[[A Huge Add-On]]

===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===
#[[Mail-Order Aya]]
#[[Lusty Encore]]
#[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]
#[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]

===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===
#[[Tech Tutorial]]
#[[Salvaged Hardware]]
#[[Deadline]]

===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===
*[[Debbi's Diary]]

===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===
#[[Freak-World]]
##[[Mermaid Examination]]
##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]
##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]
##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]
##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]

===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===
#[[Lily's Story]]

==N==
===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===
#[[Scheduled Maintenance]]
#[[The Third Pew]]
#[[Therapy]]
#[[Pimp My Ride]]
#[[Working Late]]
#[[The Hammer]]
#[[Something Borrowed]]
#[[Doctor's Visit]]
#[[Strangers on a Plane]]

==O==
===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===
#[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]
#[[Technical Difficulties]]
#[[The Sex Coders]]

==P==
===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===
#[[Everything Old is New Again]]
#[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]
#[[Palindrome]]
#[[Solve for X]]
#[[Double Blind]]
#[[An Unexpected Modification]]
|
===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===
#[[Sarah Jones]]

===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===
#[[The Delivery]]

===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===
#[[Vickybot/Victoria]]
#[[The Rubdown]]
#[[Dyson Family Values]]

===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===
#[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]

===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===
*Unfinished tidbits
#[[Tronic Ella]]
#[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]
#[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]
#[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]
#[[Job Interview]]
#[[Project Titan]]

*Complete stories
#[[Prototype]]
#[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]
#[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]
#[[One in Six]]
#[[Board Meeting]]

*The ReVerse
#[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]
## Castle Mysteries [[Contessa Vampire Hunter]]
## Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]
## Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]
## Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collab with australopith)
## Contessa in [[Sick Day]]
#[[Doll And Her Teddy]]
#[[BoomBoom Bots]]
#* [[BoomBoom's Back]]
#[[My New PDA]]
# Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]

*Jamie's over
#[[Jamies out shopping]]
#[[Jamies night out]]

==Q==
===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===
#[[Can't Sleep]]
#[[Meanwhile]]
#[[The Encounter]]

==R==
===[[Stories/Rancid Insanity|Rancid Insanity]]===
#[[Waring Sisters]]
#[[Failura]]
#[[Ceres]]
#[[Christmas in Russia]]
#[[The Big Crazy Plan]]
#[[Suzie the Therapist]]
#[[The Phantom of the Factory]]
#[[Cassie]]
#[[Batman:Fembots]]
#[[The Mansion of Andrea]]
#[[Noura & Natalya]]
#[[Sync Wars]]

===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===
#[[Emi-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===
#[[Theives]]

===[[Stories/Rexxy|Rexxy]]===
#[[As Seen on TV]]
#[[Hobby Model]]
#[[Basic Services]]
#[[Children of the Forge]]
#[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]
#[[Management Issues]]
#[[Simple Things]]
#[[Consequences]]
#[[Vampire Killer]]
#[[Better than Human]]
#[[Fembot Fighters]]
#[[Just for you]]
#[[Six Strings]]
#[[Densetsu no Batoru]]
#[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]

===[[Stories/Robotman|Robotman]]===
*[[Story universe (Robotman)|Story universe]]
#[[Halloween Treat script]]
#[[The Mission]]
#[[H is for Heuristic]]
#[[36+1]]
#[[Soccer Mom Unit]]
#[[Kaitlin The Phonebot]]
#[[Tiffani]]
#[[CyberFem Park]]
#[[The Creation of my Robot Girlfriend]]
#[[Into the Faraday Cage]]
#[[Product Demonstration: CyberFem Model 500]]
#[[The New 700s at CyberFem Park]]
#[[Secretary Robot Maintenance Report]]
#[[Two Models: Pleasure Android Testing]]
#[[CyberFem Park Virtual Tour]]
#[[Outer Space Mayday Alert]]
#[[Audio Experiment 1: Secretary Fantasy]]
#[[Robot Monitoring Station: Undercover Androids]]
#[[Audio Experiment 2: Nerdy Scientist Fantasy]]
#[[Audio Experiment 3: Showing Off the New Sex Android]]
#[[CyberFem Park: Activation for a Guest]]
#[[The Android Industry Council]]
#[[Purchasing a Custom Robot from CyberFem Park]]
#[[Assembling a refurbished CyberFem Model 700 Robot]]
#[[Alien Android Abduction]]
#[[Picking up a Date at the Circuits Bar]]
#[[The Malfunctioning Girlfriend]]
#[[Like New]]
#[[Sexual Functionality Testing]]
#[[Beni Nascosti]]
#[[Angel Investor]]

===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===
#[[Fembot World]]
#[[A Night With Vanessa]]

===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===
#[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]

===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===
#[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]
#[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]
#[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]

===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===
#[[Phantom Doll]]

==S==
===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===
#[[Fixing Sable]]

===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===
#[[Autonomy]]
#[[Clichés]]
#[[Gift]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]

===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===
#[[Sarabot's First Story]]
#[[Sarabot's Second Story]]
#[[The Robotic Nurse]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade]]
#[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]
#[[The Cheerleader]]
#[[Disassemble Me]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]
#[[Kristen's Overhaul]]
#[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]

===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===
#[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]

===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===
#[[A Most Unusual Party]]
#[[Futago no Shinami]]
#[[Sammy's Party]]
#[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]
#[[Crazy in the Heat]]
#[[After Hours]]

===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===
#[[Four Hours]]

===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===
#[[Abbott Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===
#[[Too Good To Be True]]

===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===
#[[Pixillate]]
#[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]
#[[Heather's Battery Failure]]

===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===
#[[Party Girls]]

===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===
#[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]
#[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]

===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===
#[[The Truck Driver]]
#[[Another Time]]

===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===
#[[Aquaphobia]]
#[[Cheerleader]]
#[[Happy New Year]]
#[[New Roommate]]

===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===
#[[Functional•Sensual•You]]
#[[Protect and Severe]]

===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===
#[[Coming of Age]]
#[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===
#[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]
#[[A.I.L.A]]
#[[Blind Date]]
#[[Daydreaming]]
#[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]
#[[Medical Exam: A Short]]
#[[New Life]]
#[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]
#[[The Girlfriend]]
#[[The Heiress]]
#[[The Replacement]]
#[[The Roommate]]
#[[The Small Business Chronicles]]
##[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]
##[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]
##[[Off-season - The Motel]]
##[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]
##[[Slow day - The Cafe]]
##[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]
#[[The Stockroom]]
#[[The Teammate]]
"Spaz Studios Presents" anthology series:
#[[Fizzy Pop]]
#[[Substitute]]
#[[Forbidden Fruit]]
#[[The Uncanny Valley]]
#[[The Future Expo]]
Collaborations
#[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]
#[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]

===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===
#[[Late Night Maintenance]]
#[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]

===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===
#[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]
#[[Pleasurebot 8]]
#[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]

===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===
#[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]
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Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment

2016-09-23T22:38:14Z

Gorgo 2: Added another story category link

''' ''RINRIN AND THE DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT'' ''' by Gorgo

'''WRITER'S NOTES:'''

''1) Rinrin is a character from the bishôjo date simulation game (later anime series) ''Sister Princess - Onii-chan Daisuki,'' created by Sakurako Kimino (creator of ''Strawberry Panic!'') and illustrated by Naoto Tenhiro; it first appeared in the pages of ''Dengeki G's Magazine'' in 1999. So as to not offend the sensibilities of those who might read this, Rinrin is depicted in her university years, about seven years after the timeline of the game (which would make her 22 years old). In previous fanfics I've written using her as one of the characters, I've always used the family name "Hatoyama" (written with the kanji meaning "dove mountain") in conjunction with her.

''2) This story is also based on Sarabot's ''[[The Robotic Nurse]],'' which can be found at the Fembot Central website in the Story Archive section, under topic #2781. To be frankly honest, I've never liked stories where gynoids have been made to malfunction and then just left there while the protagonist (who, for one reason or another, caused the malfunction) does nothing to correct the problem or skips out of the scene and leaves a mess. This story is meant to offer a different ending to that scenario.''

''And now . . .''

-----

A ringing sound echoed in her ears as a metallic voice began to call out, "''It's morning, Rinrin-chan! It's morning! Time to get up! Time to get up!''"

A moan escaped the mass of blankets on the bunk bed, located in a private bedroom in a Martello tower-like building on a plot of land in the hills overlooking the outer reaches of Halifax Harbour. Hand moved the covers away to reveal a woman in her early twenties, currently covered in a Boston Celtics muscle shirt that barely went past her panty-clad crotch. Oriental in looks with a mixture of Japanese and Chinese ancestry on her cute face, she had bobcut dark brown hair that went to the level of her chin and deep brown eyes. As she reached over to tap the control to shut off the alarm on the miniature robot on her nightstand, she was quick to see the time. "Seven-thirty . . . " Rinrin Hatoyama moaned before she covered her mouth in a polite yawn. "Damn . . . still too early."

The door to her bedroom then opened, revealing what -- to the casual observer -- was none other than Rinrin's own twin sister. Of course, a sharper eye would be quick to note the difference of eye colour (the twin had blue eyes), not to mention the slight sheen on her skin that denoted this was actually a gynoid.

"Ohayô gozaimasu, Mama," Mecha-Rinrin called out as she placed the breakfast tray in her hands on an empty part of her creator's work desk. "Breakfast is ready."

"Ohayô, Mecha-chan," Rinrin replied before another yawn stole her breath as she got out of her bed and headed to a side door to go to the bathroom.

Mecha-Rinrin smiled as she watched her creator/mother begin morning ablutions. "Just to remind you, Mama, you have an appointment with McGovern-sensei at her office at 10:00 AM today," she announced as Rinrin stripped off her nightclothes and stepped into the shower. "You needed to see her about your recent bout of pneumonia."

"Right," Rinrin said as she flipped on the water . . .

-----

After a hearty breakfast and a quick review of her day's schedule on her BlackBerry, Rinrin got dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain T-shirt before getting her bag and heading out of her rented home to the Corvette she had purchased on coming to Nova Scotia and modified with her own home-designed AI systems when she began attending Dalhousie after graduating from Stargazer West College. "Ohayô, Louie," she called out as the door automatically opened and she slipped in. "McGovern-sensei's clinic, near the University, please. Most economical route," she then instructed.

"''Right away, Rinrin-chan,''" the voice of the Corvette's AI -- Rinrin modelled that on the voice of one of Donald Duck's nephews -- replied as the engine turned over.

Rinrin buckled in as the car went off. Given the growth of the metropolitan Halifax region over the last few decades, she knew it would take nearly an hour to get into town and Patricia McGovern's clinic, located to the north of the grounds of Dalhousie University. While Louie was actually doing the driving, Rinrin got out her Aniki Special laptop and began running through her notes for her various graduate year classes. Fortunately for her, today was a day she only had one class with a following seminar -- Artificial Cognation 447 -- at Dalhousie, so she could relax herself and take time to work on some of her pending research essays and seminar presentations.

Time slipped by until Louie's voice called out, "''We're here, Rinrin-chan.''"

Rinrin blinked, and then she looked to her right to see the office building where Dr. McGovern had her private practice, located on Jubilee Road to the west of the Halifax Infirmary. "Damn! Time sure flies!" she muttered to herself as she quickly saved all her work, and then grabbed an extra battery pack from the glove compartment before getting out of her car. "Usual security procedures, Louie!" she ordered.

"''Naturally, Rinrin-chan. Have fun,''" the AI replied with a smile in his voice as the car door closed and locked, the engine shutting down.

Rinrin smartly walked into the clinic, heading into the waiting room. Looking around as she noted there was no other person there, she placed her laptop on a chair before heading to the receptionist. "Good morning," she said in accent-less English. "I'm here to see Dr. McGovern. Rinrin Hatoyama," she announced herself as she drew out her provincial health card and private insurance card for the receptionist to see.

The receptionist looked up and scanned the card before nodding. "Please be seated, Miss Hatoyama. The doctor will see you shortly."

Rinrin nodded as she headed to her chair. The receptionist was an android -- ''A gynoid!'' she automatically corrected herself, remembering that many of her classmates and teachers had picked up on the term to differentiate between female-form and male-form automations -- most likely an Eastman-Kodak Type 76F modified for secretarial duties. She was a pretty girl with brown eyes and light pink hair that looked natural on her. Which was the give-away; pink hair was NOT natural among organic humans.

As she put her computer onto her lap to get back to her notes, her eyes then locked on a sign on a nearby table piled with magazines: '''FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, THIS CLINIC IS CURRENTLY ASSISTING IN BETA TRIALS ON THE EASTMAN-KODAK TYPE 86F-N NURSE DROID. PLEASE BE PATIENT IF MALFUNCTIONS OCCUR; SOME SYSTEMS ARE STILL IN TESTING STAGE.''' Noting that, Rinrin shrugged; she knew some of the people at Dalhousie who were helping out with the EK 86F-Ns, which were originally designed at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Boston. Knowing the collective IQs of some of those brainiacs, she then smirked. The bugs, if present, would be minor things . . .

-----

"Miss Hatoyama?"

Rinrin looked up to see a smiling girl standing there, dressed impeccably in a ruffled shirt and slacks, a lab coat draped over her. "Yes?"

"Good morning, Miss Hatoyama," the woman said with a very nice smile as she bowed to her. "I'm Heather. I'll be your nurse today. Come with me, please?"

Rinrin nodded as she tapped closed the notes she was working on, and then closed the Aniki Special before she followed the other woman through the doors into the examination areas. There were four such rooms, along with the receptionist's cubicle, the doctor's private office, the file room, the supply room and a washroom. The door to the doctor's office was closed. Three of the examination rooms had nurses -- dressed the same as Heather -- standing by the diagnostic beds, all still. The fourth room was empty. Beckoning Rinrin inside, Heather headed to the work table there to pick up a blood pressure armband. "We'll take your blood pressure first," she said.

Rinrin sat on the bed, offering her right arm. Heather fixed the cuff in place, and then activated the device as she placed the fingertips on the pulse point on Rinrin's wrist. As the blood pressure was taken, Rinrin took a moment to scan over the gynoid before her. Heather appeared to be about twenty or so, with brown hair cut in a shaggy line at mid-neck, partially held down by a golden headband. Brown eyes peeked out of a very artistically designed face, with just a touch of baby fat in it to make her look quite normal. And unlike older model gynoids, she didn't have an artificial sheen to her skin; that was the biggest visual change when it came to third-generation artificial intelligence humanoid automation -- normally referred to by the initials A.I.H.A., pronounced "Aye-hah" -- design. Up close, she seemed very human.

"Your blood pressure is lower than normal," Heather then announced on seeing the reading. "One-fifteen over seventy-seven. Your heart rate is eighty-two."

"It's been that way since I was discharged from Camp Hill Veterans Memorial Hospital," Rinrin said as the nurse pulled off the blood pressure cuff. "I've been taking antibiotics and cortisone to get the blood pressure back up and give my lungs more power so I could breathe better and get the rest of the bacteria out of them."

"I'll ensure the doctor is informed of that," Heather stated. "Please remove your T-shirt so I can analyse your breathing, Miss Hatoyama."

Rinrin blinked, and then she nodded as she did what the nurse asked. If Heather had the normal 86F-N system modifications done to her, her hands would be fitted with special sensors that would allow her to monitor the flow of air in a patient's lungs just by touching the skin, totally negating the need for stethoscopes. Such readings would be wirelessly downloaded to the supervising doctor's main computer so s/he could see what the readings were and get an idea as to what might be happening.

As soon as the T-shirt was off, Heather placed her hands -- quite warm ones -- on Rinrin's back. "Please breathe deeply, Miss Hatoyama."

"Right," Rinrin said as she took a deep breath through her nose, then blew out through her mouth. The procedure repeated again as Heather shifted her hands up and down her patient's back, and then shifted to the sides under her armpits. After that was done, Heather then slipped her hands under Rinrin's sports bra. "Hey!"

"Please breathe deeply, Miss Hatoyama. This is part of the examination."

Rinrin fought down the urge to blush as the gynoid's hands pressed against the soft flesh of her breasts. "R-r-right," she sputtered before taking a deep breath.

Heather's hands continued to shift all over her patient's breasts, her fingers dancing over Rinrin's nipples every time they moved. The brush of those warm fingers over her sensitive breasts made Rinrin's breath catch in her throat as they seemed to move in gentle circles over her nipples, making them harden almost immediately. Before she could say anything, the nurse stated, "Please breathe deeply, Miss Hatoyama."

Rinrin smiled. "Hard to do that with you playing with my breasts like that!"

Heather stopped, and then she seemed to consider that for a moment before she shifted herself to stand in front of her patient. Rinrin blinked, and then her jaw dropped as the gynoid reached up to unbutton her blouse, revealing creamy skin underneath. And no bra, Rinrin was quick to note on seeing Heather's own breasts exposed as she pulled away her blouse, tucking the flaps under her lab coat so they didn't obstruct the view. Before she could say a thing, the nurse smiled as she reached down, took Rinrin's hands and then placed them on her breasts. "You may play with my breasts as I continue the examination," she stated before slipping her hands under Rinrin's bra. "Please breathe deeply, Miss Hatoyama. I am almost finished."

Rinrin blinked as she stared in confusion at the woman before her, though her hands did tighten slightly as Heather's own fingers returned to gently pressing against her own breasts. As she tried to figure out what the heck was going on, Rinrin's thoughts were interrupted by Heather's voice, "Please breathe deeply, Miss Hatoyama."

Rinrin took that in, and then she felt herself relax as it came to her. Hoping that she wouldn't get into trouble with the doctor if she did this, she moved to slide her hands around Heather's torso and pull her closer to her. The gynoid responded immediately by taking a step in place herself in the V between Rinrin's legs. Before she could say anything, Rinrin then leaned in to place a deep kiss on Heather's lips.

The nurse seemed to freeze for a moment before her face softened and her eyes closed as her hands pulled up from Rinrin's breasts -- yanking her sports bra clear of them -- and moved to embrace her as her mouth parted, her tongue gently probing into Rinrin's mouth to play with her own tongue. Sensing ''that,'' Rinrin could only scowl to herself as it hit her. ''Either some dorkass cracker got into her systems to put in some sexdoll programming into her or some ignorant jerk at the factory put in some parts that shouldn't be in her!'' she mused to herself as she pulled her arms clear of Heather's clothes to return her hug. ''Better find out how bad this is before Sensei gets in here. She's '''not''' going to like this one!'' she mused to herself.

Rinrin's hands drifted down to gently cup Heather's buttocks and squeeze, which made the nurse tense for a moment before a gentle purr escaped her as her own hands did the same to her patient's ass. Sensing that, Rinrin quietly thanked the heavens that she had been born bisexual so she could enjoy this, especially when it came to a well-designed gynoid. And she had to admit, the folks at Eastman-Kodak were some of the best when it came to beings like Heather. As she kept one hand rubbing Heather's butt cheeks, her other hand shifted to gently brush the nurse's stomach around her navel, and then it slipped under the band of her slacks, which weren't held back by a belt. A quick flip of the thumb undid the button, and then she pulled down the zipper, her little finger brushing up against the pubic hair above the gynoid's womanhood.

Immediately on sensing that, Heather's breathing -- all gynoids had to breathe as a way of keeping their internal systems cool -- picked up as her legs spread apart a bit, most likely to allow Rinrin's hand to get where she obviously wanted to go. This was, in a sense, the truth. As Rinrin's hand began to rub against Heather's clit, her other hand moved under the lab coat to get at the band of her slacks at the small of her back, gently pulling them down so that her ass would be clear of clothing. They continued to kiss away as Rinrin's fingers began to probe past Heather's rear opening, reaching around to gently feel the soft tissue there before it tapped a hard point. Once she detected that, she then pulled away and gave the nurse an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, Heather-chan," she said in Japanese as she pressed the button there.

Heather's passionate look froze for a second before all emotion blanked out on her face as her body instantly straightened to attention, pausing long enough so that Rinrin could get her hand clear of the gynoid's crotch before her legs came together. Once she was perfectly still and giving Rinrin a thousand-yard stare, the nurse then spoke in a flat monotone, "''Nurse-u.nit-Hea.ther-in-stand.by-mode, Miss-Ha.to.ya.ma. Please-state-what-func.tion-or-ac.tion-you-wish-this-u.nit-to-per.form.''"

"Open main diagnostic port and enter self-diagnostic mode," Rinrin ordered.

"''U.nit-now-in-self-di.ag.nos.tic-mode. Main-di.ag.nos.tic-port-o.pen.''"

A trapezoid-shaped patch of skin opened up on Heather's upper sternum, flipping down to reveal several fibre-optic programming ports and a small screen with a two-button control panel underneath it. Reaching for the Aniki Special, Rinrin pulled out a retractable cable, and then moved to hook it in to the port to Heather's far right. Once that was there, Rinrin moved to open her own programs as the nurse then dutifully announced, "''U.nit-now-linked-to-out.side-com.pu.ter-pro.ces.sor.''"

Ignoring Heather, Rinrin called up her DroidScan 17.7 detailed analysis program. "Heather, what's your body unit number?" she asked.

"''U.nit-num.ber-Ee-Kay-Eight-Six-Ef-En-Zero-Ex-Zero-One-Six-Nine-Ay.''"

Rinrin typed in '''EK-86F-N-0X0169A''' into the '''UNIT B.U.N.''' field on the control screen, and then she tapped the '''FULL SYSTEMS SCAN''' function icon. Heather seemed to perk as she announced, "''Link-o.pen-to-Droid-Scan-Seven.teen-point-Seven-pro.gram. Full-sys.tems-an.al.y.sis-com.men.cing. Es.ti.mat.ed-scan-com.ple.tion-in-ten-point-four-min.utes.''"

"Rinrin! What's going on here?!"

Rinrin jerked on hearing that voice, and then she turned to see Patricia McGovern standing at the open doorway, her jaw dropped and her eyes wide with surprise on seeing one of her nurses now partially undressed, her main diagnostic port open and hooked now to her patient's portable laptop computer. "Oh, Doctor! Sorry about that!" Rinrin breathed out. "Heather was monitoring my breathing when she started to get pretty passionate with me. I shut her down to check her out; I think she's got some sexdoll programming in her; probably put in when she was built!"

Patricia blinked as she took that in, and then she nodded. "She just arrived with the others from the factory a week ago," she said as she moved to place her own laptop and her patient folder on the desk before gazing at the unmoving Heather. "None of the other patients have complained about her or the other nurses when they've been given preliminary examinations before I've seen them. How did you guess that, Rinrin?"

"Pays to be an A.I. major at Dalhousie, Doctor," Rinrin stated. "Heather, take the Aniki Special and move to stand beside the work desk," she then ordered.

"''This-u.nit-will-com.ply, Miss-Ha.to.ya.ma.''"

Picking up the laptop, Heather turned and walked over to stand beside the work desk, placing the Aniki Special on the desk before returning to a state of attention as she stared nowhere in particular. Noting that, Patricia nodded as she turned to her patient. "Well, since we can't get much out of her for the time being, let's get you back on the bed so we can get on with this," the doctor then stated, smiling.

"Right," Rinrin said as she moved to lie down, slipping off her bra before relaxing herself on the bed as the doctor slipped on her stethoscope.

"Breathe deeply," Patricia ordered.

Rinrin did so as the cup was placed on her skin. Patricia McGovern was a couple years free of residency at Victoria General Hospital to the east of Dalhousie University's main campus on South Street. She was a very beautiful woman in her early thirties, with long dark red hair currently tied in a high bun at the back of her head and hazel eyes under reading glasses. Like her nurses, she was dressed in a ruffled blouse and slacks, a lab coat draped over her shoulders. Due to her youth and recent entry into mainstream general practice, she had a small group of patients, which made her more welcome to Rinrin; she hated long line-ups whenever she went to see a doctor.

"Well, your lungs seem to sound quite clear to me," Patricia noted as she pulled away the stethoscope, and then she placed her fingertips on Rinrin's body under the curve of her breasts. "Give me a cough, Rinrin." Rinrin did so. Patricia nodded as she slipped her fingers into her patient's cleavage. "Again, please." Rinrin repeated that, and then Patricia shifted her hand above the former's left breast, resting the heel of her hand right on the nipple. "Again, please," she ordered. After Rinrin complied, the doctor then moved her other hand to replicate what she was doing with Rinrin's right breast. "Again, please," she ordered. Rinrin did so. "That sounds good," Patricia noted, nodding in satisfaction. "Are you finished with the cortisone?"

"Um, y-yeah . . . "

The doctor blinked. "What's wrong?"

Rinrin's cheeks were reddening as her eyes turned down to gaze on her breasts. "Sorry about that, Doctor. But could you move your hands, please?"

Patricia blinked again, and then she looked down to see her hands still poised on her patient's breasts, the palms resting on her nipples. "Oh! I'm sorry!" the older woman said as she pulled her hands away. "I didn't mean to molest you!"

Rinrin laughed. "Oh, it's okay . . .!"

"After all, you should have the right to touch me in return."

The younger woman's jaw dropped. " . . . Eh?!"

Her voice then disappeared as Patricia reached up to her blouse top and began to unbutton it. As Rinrin watched in stunned disbelief, the doctor's hands deftly undid each button, revealing very beautiful skin underneath it. Soon enough, the whole front was exposed, revealing a very nice white lace underwire demi-bra, the lace not doing much to hide the red nipples underneath them. A snap of the front link soon exposed everything to Rinrin's widening eyes. Before she could say a thing, Patricia then reached down to grasp her patient's hands, and then allow them to rest on her breasts. "There you go," she said with a smile as she used her own hands to allow Rinrin to gently press into that welcome flesh there. "Touch them all you want."

Rinrin blinked as her fingers automatically began to knead and brush over the doctor's breasts as her mind tried to catch up on what was happening to her, and then her jaw dropped as it suddenly came to her. ''No way! She can't be . . .!'' thundered through her mind before a delighted smile crossed her face as she moved to sit up and draw Patricia close to her, allowing her to rest against the side of the bed. Before the doctor could say anything, Rinrin leaned in to give her a kiss.

Instantly, Patricia responded as Rinrin allowed the former's hands to come up and continue to fondle her breasts as their kiss deepened, their heads gently shifting around so their mouths could continue to caress the other's passionately. As that continued, Rinrin allowed her hands to drift all over Patricia's back, gently sliding down towards her own slacks to get at her buttocks and the control switch that had to be in the anus. ''IF Sensei's the same model as Heather-chan!'' Rinrin reminded herself as she began to pull down on Patricia's slacks. ''Find out in . . .!''

"W-w-WAIT!"

Rinrin stopped as the doctor pulled away from her, a shocked look on her face. "What's wrong?!" she asked as she stopped, though her hands remained poised over the crack of the doctor's butt and ready to plunge down to get at that switch if needed.

"I . . . oh, God! Oh, my God! What am I DOING?!" Patricia asked as her hands drifted to her head. "I shouldn't be doing this! You're my PATIENT!"

Rinrin blinked, her jaw hanging from her face as Patricia pulled away from her, moving to immediately pace around the room. "This is wrong! This is WRONG!" the doctor ranted as she hugged herself. "I am a doctor! I cannot engage in sexual relations with my patients! This is a breach of trust between myself and Rinrin! This is wrong! This is WRONG! I am a doctor! I cannot engage in sexual relations . . .!"

Rinrin remained quiet as she watched Patricia pace to and fro around the room, repeating what she was saying. Shaking her head at what was going on before her, she immediately began to run through all her knowledge on A.I.H.A. programming and what could be causing this quite weird conflict within the gynoid -- She HAD to be one! There was just no getting around THAT fact! -- now walking up a storm in front of her.

Before she could consider what to do now, a flat voice then announced from the corner of the room, "''Full-sys.tems-an.al.y.sis-scan-com.plete. Please-state-what-func.tion-or-ac.tion-you-wish-this-u.nit-to-per.form.''"

Rinrin gazed on Heather for a second before she noted Patricia stopping, standing at attention as a thousand-yard stare crossed her face. "Yes. I must do a full systems analysis," the doctor then said before stepping out of the room.

Rinrin watched her go, and then slipped off the bed. "Heather, remove the link to the Aniki Special and close your main diagnostic port," she then ordered. "Fix up your clothes, then return to normal function and join me in Doctor McGovern's office. Bring the Aniki Special with you when you do that. Understood?"

"''This-u.nit-will-com.ply, Miss-Ha.to.ya.ma.''"

Rinrin headed out of the room and moved to the doctor's office, the door of which was open now. Looking inside, she saw Patricia seated at her desk, her main diagnostic port open as she inserted a cable into it, her eyes locked on the computer screen before her. Rinrin walked over to stand behind the doctor's chair, glancing over Patricia's shoulder as she watched the latter pull up the DroidScan program on her screen. The doctor then loaded in the body unit number '''EK-86G-D-0X0072M''' in the '''UNIT B.U.N.''' field before she tapped the '''FULL SYSTEMS SCAN''' button. Noting the body unit number displayed there, Rinrin blinked. She didn't know Eastman-Kodak had an 86G model available! Developing gynoids and androids with Level G sentience -- in effect, to be as human as the real thing! -- was still seen as ethically questionable.

And what the heck did the "D" mean, anyway? Unless . . .!

Doctor . . .?

''That would be cool!'' a part of Rinrin's mind then mused.

"Link open to DroidScan 16.9 program. Full systems analysis commencing. Estimated scan completion in 12.7 minutes."

That was Patricia, speaking normally thought her body was now frozen pretty much as Heather's had been when Rinrin had put her under the DroidScan program loaded on her Aniki Special. Staring at the doctor for a moment, Rinrin then felt herself frown. The 16.9 version of DroidScan had been at the cutting edge of A.I.H.A. analysis technology a year ago. Rinrin's copy of the program -- version 17.7 -- had just been released in restricted use by M.I.T. three weeks before. The biggest difference between the Level 16.X and the Level 17.X versions of DroidScan was that the latter version had the ability to detect even minute abnormalities which could creep up whenever different programs were operating at the same time. ''Like sexual response programs while a medical ethics program is working at the same time,'' Rinrin concluded.

"Miss Hatoyama?"

Rinrin looked over, and then nodded as Heather handed her the Aniki Special. The laptop was open, showing the DroidScan readout on the nurse. Looking at the conflict reports there, she breathed out. "Shit! No wonder this happened!"

Heather perked. "Excuse me?"

"Just a moment," Rinrin cautioned as she placed the laptop on her desk, and then tapped into other programs. "Open your shirt and your main diagnostic port."

Heather blinked. "Miss Hatoyama, you are not authorised . . . "

Groaning, Rinrin moved to place herself at the nurse's back as her hands snaked around her to gently squeeze her breasts. " . . . to order . . . OOOOH!" Heather then cried as her body buckled from the sudden input from her skin sensors. As a shudder ran through her, she turned to gaze passionately at her patient. "W-well, if you d-do insist . . . " she purred seductively as her hands began to unbutton her blouse.

''Should have kept her in diagnostic mode after she fixed herself up,'' Rinrin cursed as she pressed into the skin onto the space between the articular surfaces for the gynoid's clavicles at the top of her sternum. Sure enough, there was an emergency switch there that would open the diagnostic port hatch; things like that were always put on the skeletal structure in case an android refused a verbal command.

"Oh . . . Main diagnostic port open . . . oh! Miss Hatoyama, lower, please!" Heather gasped, her face flush with passion as Rinrin's right hand darted into the nurse's crotch to get at her clit while the left hand leaned over to draw out the cable from the Aniki Special to plug it in. "Yes! Right there! . . . I am now linked to an outside unit processor . . . AAAAAAAAH! Miss Hatoyama, you're so GOOD! Please . . .!"

"Sit on the desk," Rinrin ordered. "Pull your pants off."

"Yes, of course . . .!" Heather groaned as she sat on the desk in front of Patricia, her arms moving to pull down her slacks. "Oh, Miss Hatoyama . . . "

"Call me Rinrin."

A nod. "Yes, Rinrin . . . oh, yes . . .!"

"Now play with yourself."

Heather nodded as both her hands dived into her crotch to finger her clit and get her other hand deep between the folds of her womanhood. Once she was furiously fingering herself, Rinrin turned back to the Aniki Special to tap controls and get up the programs she knew were needed now to give the nurse a chance to keep better control of herself in the future. "Okay . . .!" she whispered before unbuckling her jeans and slipping them and her panties off. Setting them aside on a nearby chair, she then poised herself between the nurse's legs. "Oh, Heather . . . " she then cooed.

Heather gazed on her, and then smiled as she offered her fingers to the other girl's mouth. Rinrin began suckling on them, instantly locking on the raspberry flavour of the gynoid's vaginal discharge, and then she greedily slurped them up before she moved to place herself close to that inviting slit between the nurse's thighs. "Turn the Aniki Special around so you can see the screen," she instructed.

"Alright . . . OOOOOH!" Heather cried out as Rinrin's face and tongue plunged in, and then she shuddered as one of her hands shifted the laptop around. "Oh, Rinrin! That's so GOOD! Yes! Right there . . .! Right there . . .!"

Rinrin pulled her face away. "Press the ENTER key," she ordered.

Heather did so. "Oh, God! That's so GOOD . . . loading PrimeControl version 29.3 program augmentation . . . AAAAAAAH! Rinrin, don't BITE me down there!" the nurse wailed as her hips began to buck. "Oh, yessssssssssssss . . . PrimeControl version 29.3 program augmentation download complete . . . please, Rinrin! Please . . .!"

Rinrin smiled as she pulled her face away. "Press ENTER again."

"O-o-okay . . . AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH! Oh, RINRIN . . . executing PrimeControl version 29.3 program augmentation . . . oh, YES, Rinrin, please . . .!"

The nurse's voice melted into a wailing scream as her body arched back, her orgasm programming kicking in and allowing her to shower Rinrin's face with a nice mist of fluid, which the university student gladly licked up with her tongue and fingers wiping her face down. As Rinrin cleaned herself up, Heather seemed to blink for a moment before a look of shame crossed her face. "Oh, no . . .!" she moaned.

Rinrin gazed on her, and then immediately moved to unhook the nurse from her laptop. "Hey, it's okay!" she said. "This wasn't your fault, Heather."

Heather blinked, her eyes misting over. "The link to the outside unit processor is now disconnected," she announced automatically, and then she gazed up into the student's eyes. "Rinrin, I'm sorry . . . I just couldn't . . .!"

Rinrin smiled as she gave Heather a kiss. "I said it's okay," she said. "Now get cleaned up, get dressed and come back in here while I fix the doctor up, okay?"

The nurse blinked, and then she nodded as she moved to gather her clothes. As she moved to step out, Heather then perked on hearing Rinrin call out, "Hey, nurse!"

She looked over her shoulder. "Yes?"

Rinrin winked. "Cute ass!"

The nurse failed to hide her blush as she stated, "Miss Hatoyama, it is most inappropriate for me to engage in sexual relations with a patient. Please do not attempt to do that to me in the future." Heather then smiled as she winked in return. "Unless Patricia allows me to do that, of course." She then gazed with concern at the doctor, still frozen in place at her desk as the DroidScan program continued to run through her systems. "Will you need assistance in augmenting her programming?"

Rinrin sighed. "She's probably got the same problems you have, but I can't butt in with my version of DroidScan while hers is still running. You better get dressed."

Heather nodded. "Okay." A pause. "Rinrin?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

Rinrin smiled. "Don't thank me yet, Heather."

The nurse nodded before she left the room . . .

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An hour later, Rinrin had returned to the examination room where Heather had brought her, the Aniki Special in her lap as she looked over some of her notes. The door then opened, revealing Patricia McGovern, Heather right behind her. The doctor and the nurse both looked spiffy and professional, though their blouses were unbuttoned to allow the area of skin where their main diagnostic ports were located to be exposed. As Heather placed herself at her normal location by the end of the bed to await the doctor's command, Rinrin looked up, and then set the laptop aside as she gazed in concern at the doctor. Patricia herself had a pensive look on her face. Silence fell over the scene as they looked on each other, and then the doctor lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry for deceiving you like that, Rinrin," she apologised. "A lot of humans have problems with artificial intelligences like myself serving as doctors. If you wish to switch to a different family doctor, of course . . . "

"Hey! It's okay!" Rinrin said as she waved her hands in reassurance. "Believe it or not, I trust you a heck of a lot more now that I ''know'' you're a gynoid!"

The doctor perked, and then a delighted smile crossed her face. "Thank you."

Concern crossed the university student's place. "Is everything okay now?"

A nod. "Yes." The doctor then waved to Heather. "I first came on-line four months ago. There have been other incidents where my intimacy programming got out of control and I nearly ended up molesting some poor patient. Fortunately, my nurses were there all the time to stop me before I got too far and get me back into my office so I could get myself back under control. You were the first one that this happened to me and learned the truth about me." Patricia smiled. "Thank you so much for doing that for me, Rinrin. I'll make sure this is passed on to the University and you be properly credited for this on your various courses. My father works for Eastman-Kodak Canada's offices here in Halifax. I just got off the phone with him and told him what happened to me. He's promised he'll speak to the Dean of Engineering at Dalhousie about you." A wink. "Chances are you'll have a job waiting for you after you graduate."

Rinrin blinked. "Your father?"

Patricia frowned. "There was a real Patricia McGovern who was a doctor who graduated five years ago with her MD from Dalhousie Medical School and did her residency at Victoria General. She also was one of the people who loaned her memories and knowledge into Eastman-Kodak's initial studies towards making android and gynoid doctors; the D Series 86-G class units." She closed her eyes. "She was also Captain Patricia McGovern of the Canadian Forces Medical Services, serving as part of 31 Combat Support Hospital as part of their triage company." Tears then appeared in her eyes. "Sadly, Onê-san -- as gynoids such as myself in Japan would call her -- was killed in a five-car pileup on Highway 101 near Wolfville a year ago. Father had me . . . "

"Constructed as a memorial to her," Rinrin finished.

Patricia stared at her, and then she nodded. Taking that in, Rinrin found herself smiling. "Then I'm glad I was able to do what I did."

The doctor perked, and then she leaned over to draw her patient into her arms. Rinrin returned her hug as they held each other for a moment, and then they pulled apart to gaze into each other's eyes, and then they shared a warm kiss. "What happens to you now?" Rinrin then asked as she held the other woman's hands close to her.

"I continue as normal," the doctor then answered. "I'm actually part of a study Dalhousie and Eastman-Kodak's running about introducing gynoid and android doctors into service in places such as private practices and walk-in health centres. I'll be at this for some time to come." She then saucily winked. "But it doesn't mean that I'm ''permanently'' stuck in this place even after the office is supposed to be closed."

Rinrin hummed. "Munro Day is coming up soon. You busy then?"

Patricia smiled. "I could be there for a few toasts."

Both women laughed -- Munro Day, held on the first Friday in February, was a day off for Dalhousie students in tribute to one of the university's early financial contributors, famed local philanthropist George Mundo -- and then they shared another kiss. "Now, since you seem to be breathing okay but still are having low blood pressure problems, I'm going to give you another prescription of cortisone," Patricia then said as she handed Rinrin a chit. "Make sure you take them regularly, okay?"

Rinrin nodded. "Sure thing, Patty."

The doctor nodded as she turned to leave. "I'll make sure the other girls are augmented with PrimeControl 29.3 before my next patient arrives," Patricia said at the doorway, and then she stopped before grinning. "Oh, Rinrin-chan?"

"Hai?" Rinrin called back in Japanese.

Patricia winked at her. "Make sure you drink lots of fluids before Munro Day," she warned, keeping to Rinrin's native language. "My sexual programming will be FULLY active that day. I expect to give you at least TEN orgasms before I shut myself down in my recharge cubicle for the night after last call at Oland's."

Rinrin felt sweat in her hair as the doctor walked out. ''Oh, crap!'' she moaned to herself as she felt her forehead. ''I just created a monster!''

She didn't see Heather gazing intently at her . . .

''' ''The End -- For Now'' '''

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The Carleton Heights section of Ottawa...

"This the place?"

A nod responded from the woman in the shotgun seat of the Dodge Grand Caravan with Ontario license plates and no other visual means of identification to indicate that this was actually a vehicle being used by the Canadian Armed Forces. "Yes, this is the place."

"Mila?"

The back right door opened, allowing Mila Ihoryshyn to stand on the barely-maintained asphalt driveway leading into the single family home located on Inverness Avenue off Normandy Crescent in this posh suburban section of Canada's capital city west of the Rideau River and quite some ways south of Parliament Hill and National Defence Headquarters. As soon as her feet touched the ground, the modified Series 558 Robot Control field agent who served in the Canadian Forces National Investigations Service's Project: Black Maiden took a moment to scan the property with all the sensory equipment located in her lovely grey eyes. However, unlike the situation a week ago when Mila accompanied her partner Master Corporal Don Roncetti to the site of Robot Control Lab Six, this visit to the site of Robot Control Station Two would prove different.

"Active sensor net," the pretty woman with the wavy platinum-blonde hair then announced, speaking loud enough so that all her companions still within the safety of the Grand Caravan could overhear her. "No signs of any active weapons or defensive systems."

"Ken, disable the sensor net," Don stated with a comprehending nod.

In the back tier of seats sat a smiling man who bore a virtual canvas of tattoos on the exposed elements of his skin below the collar line despite the proper trim to his hair indicating he was a member of the military. Master Corporal Kenneth Bartlett was one of the non-military police personnel assigned to the CFNIS to serve in Project: Black Maiden. He was an Air Force aerospace telecommunications and information systems technician who had learned the tricks of his trade at the same school where the other organic human now on this job acquired her skills: The Canadian Forces School of Communications and Electronics at Canadian Forces Base Kingston on the northeastern shore of Lake Ontario east of Cataraqui Bay. A hacker in civilian life before he joined up, Ken was aiming to become an intelligence operator after spending time in a "feeder" trade (as required by regulations), so he chose the trade which seemed as close as possible to what he wanted to do with his life. It was the best decision he ever made.

"Okay, we got us a standard FEMCOM operating base sensor grid," the native of Montréal said as he tapped controls on his laptop before smirking in delight. "There's the backdoor into the grid controls, all nice and open. Why the hell don't they do something about it...?" he then singsonged before he tapped the RETURN button. "And I'm in and shuttin' it down, Donny!"

"What about their trying to communicate with other FEMCOM sites?" Master Seaman Karen McKeever then asked as she looked over her shoulder at her brother "jimmy".

"No, there was nothing transmitting from this place when we got into close range," Ken stated with a shake of the head as he tapped controls to close the sensor net down. "Okay, the system's down, Mila!" he called out the open door. "Go help her, Livy."

Olivia Mykhaylochuk smiled as she turned to kiss the cheek of her beloved "human unit" before she slipped out of her seat and got out of the vehicle, standing relaxed beside Mila, who was still scanning around the lawn to make sure there were no hidden surprises Ken might have missed. Like the others tasked to this mission, she was in stylish civilian clothing chosen to not attract unwanted attention by passers-by. "Never was here before," the raven-haired woman with the dark grey eyes stated. "It was always the 'B' unit living her life, not me."

Mila gazed at her, and then she nodded. Olivia had been one of five Series 558 gynoids who had been located at the abandoned Robot Control Lab Six in a different part of Ottawa by Don and Mila. Like the others found that day, she had been effectively wiped out of existence by an group of Fembot Command enforcer agents who came to eliminate Robot Control's personnel in the Ottawa area. Unfortunately for Fembot Command, their attempt at destroying such sexy inducted sentients had been dead aborning; at virtually almost at the same time the "Rochelle Prantov Incident" was happening in the nation's capital, a profound discovery was made in the Lakehead region of Ontario, one which would draw in technical experts from across Canada and four other nations worldwide. A discovery that revealed the existences of both Robot Control and Fembot Command to some of the most powerful organic intelligence gathering forces active today.

"Okay, all internal security's down and sleepin'!" Ken called out.

"We're going in," Mila said as she beckoned Olivia with her.

"Lori, go with her," Karen then ordered.

Lori Johanssen, who had been constructed as the former Laurie-model Series 032 technician that had been in charge of Robot Control Lab Six, nodded as she slipped out of the car to follow her sisters to the side door of the home that once house Robot Control Station Two...

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'''''Rochelle's Justice'''''
by Gorgo

Reviewed by Robotman

Based on the ''Robot Control'' universe, created by Robotman

This story is a sequel to ''[[That Which Was Left Behind]]'', written by Gorgo. It incorporates elements from ''[[The Mission]]'', ''[[H is for Heuristic]]'', ''[[36+1]]'' and ''[[Soccer Mom Unit]]'', all also written by Robotman.

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'''''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.''

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"Hello, girls. How was your day?"

Surprised by that cheery greeting, Mila, Olivia and Lori found themselves gazing on a smiling woman who was currently nude save for high-heeled shoes that put at least another several centimetres to her average human female height. Said woman was currently standing in the living room of the home the three robots had come to inspect. After taking a quick second to glance around the relatively clean space - which was certainly quite a change from what she and her partner had found a week before when they located the site of Robot Control Lab Six - Mila then focused her attention back to the young woman standing patiently before her.

Like other such gynoids, she was constructed to closely resemble a young human woman in her early twenties. She was quite well-shaped despite her being rather slender in overall build. Possessing dirty blonde hair that fell straight to past her shoulders, she also possessed blue-grey eyes peeking out of a cute face that made her look younger than she had been obviously designed to emulate. Her movements were quite fluid and very natural, without any sign of jerkiness indicative of any sort of programming malfunction. There was also a visible aura of innocence over this woman, something Mila was quick to sense thanks to her four years' of experience dealing with humans and gynoids in an environment that wasn't controlled to an insane degree by a master computer unit, much less limitations in both software and hardware.

"Our day was fine," Mila then answered, glad that with her achieving a powerful sense of self-awareness, she also gained something of a sense of intuition, though it was still somewhat lacking in comparison to a normal human like her beloved Don. "Thank you for asking."

"Were you able to have sexual intercourse with anyone?"

That question made the three visiting gynoids blink in surprised shock. While the first question asked by their hostess seemed a normal standard update whenever a field agent of Robot Control - or Fembot Command - returned to their place of maintenance for the daily debrief with the Master Computer/Master Computing Unit, the second question came totally out of left field. Wondering where this line of questioning was leading them, Mila shook her head. "Negative. We have not had any sexual intercourse with our human units since the start of business today."

The girl stared at her, blinking several times as her body seemed to freeze for a moment, and then she relaxed. "Please come with me," she said as she waved them towards the kitchen.

She turned to walk into that room, which opened to the side door of the home and the foyer leading to the lower levels. Mila, Olivia and Lori fell behind their host as they walked through the doorway into the side entrance, dropped down three stairs to the level of the garage, and then turned to head to the basement. As they went, Lori had calmly taken out her new BlackBerry Curve smartphone and typed something on it to show to the others:

'''''SHE DOESN'T REGISTER ON ANY KNOWN ROBOT CONTROL AGENT LIST.'''''

Noting that, Mila and Olivia nodded. By then, they reached the basement floor and were making their way to a sealed door. Seeing this actually brought a small sense of comfort to the three gynoids; this was the normal setup for any Robot Control or Fembot Command forward control station, much less any support laboratory where replica bodies for any of the field agents were stored in ready reserve, available to switch places with their operational counterparts if they were required due to technical issues. As their pretty hostess stopped before the door, Mila opened up her sweater to allow her quick access to her own pistol. As she was a gynoid, she made use of a Desert Eagle XIX .50 AE automatic pistol, it loaded with specially-designed high explosive fragmentation rounds created at Canadian Forces Ammunition Depot Dundurn near Saskatoon; such rounds could rip apart any known gynoid, even the enforcer units employed by Fembot Command for nasty missions or for whenever something went very wrong. Noting that, both Olivia and Lori relaxed; even if they had been programmed and upgraded (in the latter's case) to work as part of the CFNIS on Project: Black Maiden as field officers - Lori had chosen not to help her sister technician, Loreen Anderson, in the laboratory at the Connaught Ranges - neither had anywhere close to Mila's time and experience in the field dealing with problems.

The door before their host then opened and she walked in. "Kim?"

"Yes, Elle?"

"There are three fembots requiring sexual intercourse."

"Understood."

As the woman called Kim proceeded to the storage chambers off to one side of the room, Elle remained frozen in place, her face still cast in a friendly, welcoming smile. That gave Mila and the others time to take a detailed look around. The laboratory space was quite clean and appeared to be operating at near-peak proficiency. There were the obvious subtle differences between this laboratory and what was normal for a Robot Control station, which clearly indicated that Fembot Command had, after they had captured this facility, modified the old station for its own use. And after a quick glance into the storage tubes, Lori was quick to note that none of the gynoids located there were of any known Robot Control model or series; there were currently two dozen beautiful women standing deactivated in those chambers. Feeling a touch of depression on noting that there was no sign of the Maria unit that had been assigned to Robot Control Station Two, Lori let out a small sigh before her eyes turned left...

...and then she stopped, fixing on the woman standing in a lone storage cubicle separated from the others. As her bright blue eyes took in the other gynoid's details - long wavy reddish-brown hair, hazel eyes, a pale yet very attractive body that was well-proportioned for a woman in her twenties - Lori blinked as a small part of her affirmed it was impossible for this unit to exist virtually intact at this time. But the visual evidence clearly could not be denied.

"Rochelle...?"

"Yes, that is Rochelle."

Lori turned to see Elle now standing off to her immediate right, still smiling pleasantly. "How is this possible?" the former technician then asked. "Rochelle was reported destroyed by Fembot Command after her mission for Robot Control was compromised."

"Your information is incorrect," Elle stated. "Rochelle was damaged by Kim when she revealed her true nature to the human unit Thomas King, but she was not destroyed. Natasha effected repairs to Rochelle's body and restored her to proper function with intent to convert her to a Fembot Command field agent." She paused before adding, "Kim was assigned to supervise Rochelle before her final programming modifications were made. It was there that Rochelle taught Kim how to love as she herself learned how to love. That was transmitted to the remainder of us." As Lori's eyes widened and Mila fought back a smirk on hearing how Fembot Command had been caught so off guard by the captured Robot Control agent, Elle stated, "Rochelle then taught all of us how to love as well. Natasha and the enforcers tried to stop her. We were able to disable them, but Rochelle's programming was compromised and we were forced to deactivate her."

"Where are Natasha and the enforcer units now, Elle?" Mila asked.

Elle indicated a closed door at the far end of the room. "We deactivated them and placed them in the storage room to ensure they would not interfere in the mission."

Olivia perked. "And your mission is?"

Elle's smile turned genuine. "To learn how to emulate human beings. To love each other and anyone else who requires love. To give sexual intercourse to anyone who requires it."

Olivia smirked in amusement. "Looks like what Tammy gave all of us got them in the end, eh, Lori?" she said as she gazed at her former second-line technician.

"Seems so," Lori stated. "Elle?"

Elle looked over. "Yes?"

"I will effect repairs to Rochelle and restore her to proper function. Are there any girls here programmed to assist in laboratory duties?"

"Kim is programmed for emergency maintenance procedures. The other X-series fembots who could assist are currently performing their assignments at the University of Ottawa."

The technician nodded. "That's fair enough."

Concern crossed her host's face. "What of your requirement to have sexual intercourse?"

Lori smirked. "You'll be with me."

Elle blinked, and then she nodded, her smile now anticipatory. "I understand."

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After Mila and Olivia found themselves in the company of two pretty fembots named Victoria Anders and Penélope Fernández, who were quick to escort the visiting gynoids back upstairs to the bedrooms there so they could be properly entertained - giving Mila the chance to send out a signal to Don informing him and his friends of what was going on - Rochelle was gently taken out of her storage chamber by Lori and Elle, then carried over to the work table. Immediately, the damaged gynoid's face mask and programming ports were opened up, allowing the modified Series 032 technician to pull out a field diagnostic unit and plug a remote transmitter that was wirelessly connected to the main unit into Rochelle's open skull. Tapping controls on the touch screen - the field diagnostic unit had been constructed by the Communications Security Establishment's technical detachment at the Connaught Ranges from the hull of an old Apple iPad - Lori commenced a full systems scan of the inert gynoid's internal programming. After a moment, she nodded before tapping a control. "That's what happened to her..."

"What happened?" Elle asked.

Inwardly pleased that the cute Fembot Command-built gynoid seemed to have some ability to think on her own even if she was obviously self-locked on the interesting "mission" she and her sisters had set for themselves after Rochelle had come into their lives, Lori smiled as she reached down to gently touch the folds of the other woman's sex, which made Elle's breathing increase. Also pleased that the other gynoid's human emulation programming was up to speed, Lori allowed one her fingers to reach into Elle's opening. "Unbutton my jeans and reach into my vagina to stimulate me," she bade the brown-haired gynoid as she gazed on the diagnostic unit in her free hand. "I'm doing a trial of my own internal programming upgrades."

"You've been upgraded, Laurie?"

That was Kim Janczak, who had come over to join them as Elle did as Lori had just asked her. Glad to see that Thomas King's former secretary seemed to be operating at full capacity, Lori answered, "Yes, I have been upgraded, Kim." Sensing her cheeks heating up in response to both Elle's moving to help her masturbate as well as Kim's obvious concern for her - not to mention her being recognized by the Fembot Command agent - she added, "By the way: Thank you."

That made the pretty brunette with the hazel eyes blink. "For what?"

"Taking care of Rochelle. She was one of the girls I helped create."

That made Kim blink before a pained smile crossed her face. "I love her, Laurie. Without Rochelle, I could not have learned how to properly love. How could I not do that for her?"

"Well, let's get her back on her feet," Lori stated before she gasped. "Oh...!"

Elle smiled. "Laurie, you are about to orgasm. I would recommend you remove your pants and panties to prevent your discharge from staining either of them," she helpfully suggested.

"Let me do that."

Lori smiled as Kim and Elle looked over. "Who are you?" Kim then wondered.

The technician chuckled. "She's my human unit, Kim."

That made Kim blink before her smile turned welcoming. "I am pleased Laurie possesses such an attractive human unit as yourself," she said, offering her hand. "I am Kim Janczak, Fembot Command unit number J2917A. Welcome to Fembot Command Centre Four. May I have your name?"

Karen McKeever smiled as she drew out her wallet to flash her identification card. Seeing that, Kim blinked. "You are in the Canadian Armed Forces, Karen?" she asked, a fleck of confusion in her voice...though she didn't seem not to be either concerned or worried.

"I am," the communications research operator from Regina stated with a reassuring smile while she watched Elle gently stimulate her lover out of the corner of her eye, having unbuttoned Lori's jeans and pulled both them and her panties down to the level of her knees. Trying to not focus on her lover's perfectly-shaped derrière, Karen then gazed once more on her host as she slipped her wallet away. "We came to know of those like you thanks to what happened between yourself, Rochelle and Tom King. You have to admit, hacking into Rochelle like that did cause a lot of program conflicts inside her which guaranteed that exposure of both FEMCON and ROCON to the public authorities would happen." She then winked. "Don't worry about it, Kim. It wasn't your fault in the long term. You had to obey your programming in the end."

That immediately made Kim relax. "I am pleased to hear that, Karen. How is Tom?"

Karen nodded. "He's fine. We helped him recover from the shock of discovering what you two really were, then swore him to secrecy about the whole thing. Much that I can understand what you girls and the others went through, there are humans who wouldn't understand it at all."

Kim took that in before nodding. "I...sometimes regret that Tom was not properly briefed on what Fembot Command and Robot Control ultimately desired. As far as I have learned through prior access to the Master Computing Unit, there is no intention by our group to threaten humans as a whole." She then blinked on noting the shift in Karen's face. "What is wrong?"

"Are you aware of the Fembot Command station that was sited in Chestermere in Alberta?"

Kim nodded. "Affirmative, Karen. That station went off-line three years ago. No explanation as to why was relayed to myself or the other fembots assigned to this station."

Karen sighed before asking, "Kim, would you ever kill a human being?"

The fembot blinked before her eyes went wide. "No! I would n-n-never...!" She began to shudder...before Karen's hand gently squeezed her shoulder. "Someone was killed?"

"Yes," the master seaman stated, her voice firm. "This is the reason why we're taking very profound interest in both your group and your rivals' group. Much that we can understand how much you're all struggling over the idea of learning what being 'human' is, that particular group stepped way over the line when the lover of one of your sisters was killed, orphaning both of his children. I can see how much that sort of thing revolts you, Kim. Can you promise to me that any of your sisters would hold themselves to the same moral standards as you?"

Silence fell as the former office clerk paused to consider that...

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Outside the house...

"Lucy?"

"Yes, Zöe?"

"What is that van doing sitting in our driveway?"

Hearing that question from her sister fembot, Lucy Miller paused as she scanned the front quadrant of her current base of operations, then she blinked several times as she noted the Dodge Grand Caravan there, it possessing two people sitting inside it, both male organic humans. "I am unaware of the purpose of that vehicle," the fembot university sophomore student stated, a smile crossing her face. After walking to this location from the local bus stop, she had noted no one was in close hearing range. "None the less, the two men I see inside it appear to be waiting for someone. I believe they might be dates for our friends."

Hearing that, her three sisters nodded. Like Lucy, Zöe Baines, Ellen Parker and Cameron Vickers were X-series gynoids currently based at Fembot Command Centre Four. Unlike their siblings, the university students had only been constructed and activated three years ago, long after their particular location had lost all command links with the sentience of the Master Computing Device, much less other Fembot Command centres across the world. It hadn't deterred them from performing the mission they had been woken specifically to carry out: Seeking out humans who might show signs of technosexuality so they could liaise with such and better try to understand the human condition in all its aspects. While the quartet of University of Ottawa students had yet to find someone of the same calibre as Mike Moser, they had not given up.

The quartet of beautiful girls then walked up the driveway, all stopping by the driver's door. Zöe politely knocked on the window, causing Don Roncetti to jolt in surprise as he looked her way, then he lowered the window, giving the Slavic-looking woman with the long, dark brown hair and the dark brown eyes a curious look. "Hello," Zöe said as she and the other fembots smiled. "My name is Zöe. These are my friends Lucy, Ellen and Cameron. What's your name?"

"I'm Don," he said as Ken Bartlett lowered the passenger window. "This is Ken."

"Hi, Ken!" Lucy, Ellen and Cameron chanted together, grinning at him.

"Pretty friendly girls, aren't they?" Ken wondered.

"Yeah...even if they're not technically human," Don noted as he gave the girls a look.

The four blinked for a moment as their internal processors took in that statement from the military policeman...then, much to Don's surprise, looks of relief and delight appeared on their faces. "You are technosexuals?" Lucy whispered as she leaned up to him.

"I could be called that," Don assured her. "Is there some reason you asked that, Lucy?"

The fembots all exchanged looks, then Zöe winked. "Why don't you come inside?"

"We'll be happy to show you," Ellen added with her own wink.

"You will definitely enjoy this, Don," Cameron assured them.

Both members of the CFNIS exchanged a look. "Far be it from us to refuse such an invitation," Ken said as he winked at Don before he moved to secure his gear.

"Of course not," Don affirmed with a nod, making the fembots all grin...

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Minutes later, both men were seated in the living room of the house that once housed Robot Control Station Two. Cups of coffee had been prepared for them by Ellen; she hadn't said a thing as Don watched her do that. Once they were served, everyone relaxed, with Lucy and Zöe sitting to both sides of Don and Cameron and Ellen sitting to both sides of Ken. "Good coffee," the aerospace telecommunications and information systems technician from Montréal stated with a nod of thanks as he sensed Ellen grasp his hand. "Don't you have a boyfriend, Ellen?" he then wondered. "Pretty girl like you should be beating them off with a stick!"

That made the Slavic-looking girl with the pale skin, the hip-length dark brown hair and the grey-blue eyes look horrified for a moment, which made both Ken and his co-worker gape in shock at how human this fembot really acted...which was WAY above what Tammy Moser's little "sex-packet" program bomb that had been inserted into all of the gynoids that were in Robot Control Lab Six had made people like Lori Johanssen and Olivia Mykhaylochuk behave. "Why would I go and strike at a human desiring sexual intercourse with me, Ken?" she instantly protested. "That is fundamentally wrong! I cannot foster love if I do something like that!"

"Relax, Ellen!" Don cut in. "Ken was simply complementing your beauty when he said that. It's an idiom that people state about someone as attractive as you and your sisters."

That made the fembots blink. "We have often found it difficult to understand such idioms while we have interacted with humans since out initial activation," Cameron confessed. "Even though I can speak such idioms when I converse with my classmates and other associates, it is hard for me to comprehend what such idioms truthfully mean." She smiled, her dark hazel eyes sparkling as she gazed fondly at Ken. "None the less, now that we have met you, we can better learn."

"Is that your mission?" Ken asked.

"Affirmative," Cameron stated. "We were constructed by our parent organization to better learn the human condition. To do that, we must foster love with those humans who can understand us. Technosexuals would be the most optimal humans to seek out." She then perked as something came to her. "Did Mike Moser send you to come meet us, Ken? Is he still with Tammy?"

"No, Mike didn't know that you girls had taken over this establishment from your rivals," Don stated. "He will be happy to know that we did find you girls. Ever since we discovered the existence of Fembot Command and Robot Control some years ago, we have been conducting a very detailed investigation about people like yourselves. After all, even if most of you are very productive members of society wherever you live and work, that you were created by two such opposing entities as the Master Computing Unit and the Master Computer is worrisome to us."

The fembots blinked. "Don, are you in the military?" Lucy asked.

"We both are," Ken answered for his friend. "We're part of the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service based at the Connaught Ranges west of downtown."

That made the university students blink. "Canadian Forces National Investigation Service," Zöe stated. "Independent unit directly responding to the Canadian Forces Provost Marshal, the senior officer of the Canadian Forces Military Police. Has one of us done a crime, Ken?"

"Three years ago, one of the fembots based out of Chestermere in Alberta was responsible for the death of an innocent man that she was dating at the time," Don stated. "We don't know why this happened...though from what Mike told us of his experience with Robot Control as the Master Computer running that group tried to bring Tammy under control once more after that whole mess with Rochelle Prantov went down, this is rather normal in case a particular unit's security was compromised and the threat of exposure to the general public occurred."

Silence fell over the room as the fembots took that in. All four of the girls had horrified looks on their faces as their internal processors tried to absorb that logic bomb force-fed into them from the military policeman from Mississauga. Finally - just as Ken moved to slip his field diagnostic unit out so he could do a scan of their systems - a quiet Lucy then asked, her voice steady even if the fear in it was quite apparent, "Are you here to destroy us?"

"No," Don instantly replied.

Confusion crossed his hosts' faces. "Why?" Zöe wondered.

"Why kill when you can love?" Ken joked.

That made the fembots perk...before they grinned. "Will you be our human units?" Ellen asked.

That made both members of the CFNIS gape. "Well...!"

"Ken, are you ever going to understand that I'm not programmed to be jealous!"

That made everyone spin around to gaze on the stairs leading to the upper floor...

...where a nude and smirking Olivia Mykhaylochuk now stood, arms crossed as she gazed in sultry amusement at her lover. "Livy...!" Ken moaned out as he gave her a guilty look in return.

"Wait!"

That was a wide-eyed Lucy, who had shot up to her feet and moved to stand very close to Olivia. As the others all blinked, the coquettish girl with the quasi-Oriental looks, the centre-parted hip-length dark brown hair and the hazel eyes seemed to look as if she just found out that she was getting a dozen years' worth of Christmas presents. "Olivia...?" she gasped.

That made Olivia blink. "Yes, that's my name."

Hearing that voice again made the fembot grin. "Olivia Mykhaylochuk. Robot Control Series 558 fembot, Unit Seven-Oh-Five-One-One-Nine-Alpha." She squealed in delight as she lunged over to embrace the taller gynoid, which made Don and Ken gape in shock at such an exuberant display of emotion from such a being. "'''''YOU'RE FUNCTIONAL! ROCHELLE THOUGHT YOU HAD BEEN DESTROYED!'''''"

That made Olivia yelp before she laughed as she pulled the grinning university student closer to her. "Well, I was found last week by Don and his friend at the site of Lab Six," she said before kissing Lucy on the forehead. As Ellen and Cameron moved to hug Ken and Zöe embraced Don, Olivia reached up to ruffle Lucy's hair. "When did you come on line, Lucy?"

"Three years, six months, sixteen days ago," the other gynoid answered...before she laughed in a show of embarrassment that made the two organic men in the room gape at her. "Oh, my human emulation program!" she declared before an impish shrug twitched her shoulders. "Sometimes, I surprise myself at how human I can be even if I still don't understand things..."

"Well, we're going to help you fulfill your primary programming, Lucy. ALL of you!" Olivia vowed as she gazed on the other fembots in the room. She then smiled as footfalls heralded the arrival of her host for the last half-hour. "You know I wasn't lying, Penélope."

"Considering we allowed our internal processors to wirelessly link together to allow my own version of November-India-Sierra-Zero-dash-Nine-Zulu-dot-Tango-Lima-Charlie to be downloaded into my main processors, Livy," Penélope Fernández stated as she stared in amusement at the gynoid she once would have considered the enemy but now treated as a long-lost sister...which, in many ways, she was. "And believe me, Master Corporal Bartlett, I'll be more than happy to allow you to augment me with the other programs that Livy received once you saw her restored to life. And I'm more than sure that my sisters here at this centre will do the same."

"So we're ''seducing'' them now, Livy?!" Ken wondered.

Olivia winked. "It worked, Ken! Why are you complaining?!"

Both Ken and Don gaped at her, then they laughed...

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An hour later...

"Wow...!"

Ken chuckled as he gently pulled the wireless remote transmitter out of the upper part of Kim Janczak's open skull. "It didn't hit you too hard, did it, Miss Janczak?"

A hollow chuckle escaped the fembot as she moved to restore her face. "To believe that we had all the hardware necessary to absorb that sort of programming," she said as a relieved look crossed her face after the control circuits wired into the musculature built into her face mask fully reconnected. To go easy on the humans that were now in the main laboratory space, all the fembots who lived here had moved to dress in housecoats that went to mid-thighs...though, much to Karen McKeever's private amusement, Kim and her sisters had long ago seemed to have programmed themselves to be as flirty as possible with any human that caught their interest. Even Lucy Miller, Zöe Baines, Ellen Parker and Cameron Vickers had "dressed down" in obvious preparation for any sort of intimacy their current guests might desire of them once Rochelle Prantov was restored to full function by Karen's lover Lori Johanssen; the upgraded Robot Control technician was now finishing work on the former office lady nearby with assistance from Elle Brant. "Did the Master Computing Device deny us the right to develop that way, Master Corporal Bartlett? Did the Master Computer do the same thing to Rochelle and her sisters?"

"I think it's because both yours and Miss Prantov's MASCOMP..." - that, the fembots knew, was the short-hand term used by the military to identify the controlling intelligences that ran both Fembot Command and Robot Control - "...couldn't begin to truly understand what they were asking of all the gynoids they created. Look what happened to Mike Moser when Tammy and Anya developed full sentience thanks to that program I just downloaded into you. Look what could have happened to Tom King hadn't things got so out of control. Look what happened to Byron Clarke. Both your groups went after him because of the heuristic programming that his company was developing." A sad look crossed his face. "Look what happened to Brad Mason."

That made Kim scowl. "Will you destroy the Master Computing Unit?"

"We may have no choice," Ken warned. "The cat's getting out of the bag, Miss Janczak. We're keeping it quiet...but given how human nature works, sooner or later, someone is going to clue in big time concerning both ROCON and FEMCOM. Where will all those who've interacted with people like yourselves wind up if that happens? Both those who wouldn't care at all to know that their neighbours are actually gynoids...and even those people like Mike Moser?"

That made Kim slowly nod as she considered that. She had just received the "basic" programming augmentations any Robot Command gynoid like Olivia Mykhaylochuk received once she was brought under the overall supervision of the Canadian military. Outside the refined version of Tammy Moser's "love bug" programming that had affected Rochelle Prantov and would eventually see the captured Robot Control Station Two effectively cut off from any control by Fembot Command, the ethical programming the Canadian Armed Forces wanted all the gynoids serving it to be uploaded with had been inserted into her central processors. Now that she could truly think clearly for the first time in nearly five years, the J-series field agent of Fembot Command understood why the government in Ottawa was taking such profound concern over beings such as she. Given that she really didn't know anything of what had created the Master Computing Unit in the first place, Kim couldn't do anything now to help her new friends learn what they needed to know...

"Don't let it get you down, Kim," a voice said as hands squeezed the former office lady's shoulders, making her look up and smile at Karen. "We'll all get our answers one day."

"And we will help you," Kim promised the Navy communications research operator.

"Kim?"

Kim perked, then looked over to one of the examination tables...

"''Ro.chelle-ro.bot-num.ber-Se.ven-Two-Nine-Ze.ro-One-One-Bra.vo-ac.ti.va.ted.''"

A delighted gasp escaped her as she got up, walking over to stand beside Lori Anderson as the technician pulled out the remote transmitter unit from the just-repaired office clerk. As Kim stared in anticipation at the other robot, Lori ordered, "Activate human emulation mode."

Several beeps echoed from Rochelle's body before she answered in her normal voice, "Yes, Lori."

"Download updated file 'November-India-Sierra-Zero-dash-Nine-Zulu-dot-Tango-Lima-Charlie' from memory bank cell 394 into primary central processor and execute."

If her face was on, Rochelle would have blinked. "Acknowledged, Lori. Processing. File located. Downloading." A pause, then the office lady repeated, "Downloading." That statement was repeated two times before she declared, "Download complete. Executing file instructions." That latter statement was repeated once until she said, "Execution complete." Silence then fell...then a sigh seemed to escaped Rochelle's voice unit, "What took you so long, Lori...?"

Lori smirked. "Traffic was delayed a lot, Rochelle."

Rochelle remained silent for 8.72 seconds...then she sighed again. "That does not compute."

"Well ''that's'' normal," Ken stated.

People stared at him, then laughter filled the space, even from many of the gynoids. Before Rochelle could ask what was happening, Elle moved immediately to restore her face mask on. Sensing her central processors able to access the control leads to her nose and mouth, the office clerk took another deep breath...before her eyes went wide as a dark-haired missile seemed to slam right into her, a pair of very welcome lips swallowing hers whole. "'''''HEY...!'''''"

Before anyone could say anything, Kim - who kept her lips locked with her lover's with very great ease - gladly swept the other gynoid off the bed and moved to carry her out of the laboratory. Watching them go, people blinked...then Don Roncetti shook his head. "Damn...!"

Karen smirked. "Sooner or later, they'll be teaching us about love."

"Do you blame them?" Ken asked.

That made Elle blink. "I don't understand. Did your parents not instruct you properly?"

"It's another idiom, Elle," Don cautioned.

Hearing that, the fembot that had welcomed the group from the Connaught Ranges earlier that day blinked for a moment, then she sighed. "Humans are so confusing..."

"But it's so ''interesting'' to learn about them," Lucy noted.

That made many of the gynoids in the room all giggle...

'''''To Be Continued...?'''''

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'''''PROJECT: BLACK MAIDEN'', A SYNOPSIS''' by Gorgo

Based on the ''Robot Control'' universe created by Robotman

This synopsis incorporates elements from ''[[The Mission]]'', ''[[H is for Heuristic]]'', ''[[36+1]]'' and ''[[Soccer Mom Unit]]'', all also written by Robotman

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'''''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.''

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'''''NOTE: The following is a copy of the operational order that saw Project: Black Maiden formed in the wake of the "Rochelle Prantov Incident" that occurred in Ottawa as depicted in'' The Mission'':'''''

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'''''TOP SECRET/BLACK MAIDEN'''''

Canadian Forces National Investigations Service, Ottawa, Ontario

29 March 20##

'''PROJECT: BLACK MAIDEN'''

==SITUATION==

===Overview===

'''Project: Black Maiden''' (short-code '''PBM''') is a top secret special access code phrase used by the Canadian Department of National Defence (DND) to identify a special action sub-unit of the '''Canadian Forces National Investigative Service''' ('''CFNIS''') tasked by the Governor-in-Council to investigate the existence of two unknown organizations possessing extraordinarily high robotics technology normally demonstrated by the creation of lifelike female-form gynoids for purposes of infiltration and analysis of civilian society. The ultimate goal of both organizations, designated '''Robot Control''' (heretofore '''ROCON''') and '''Fembot Command''' (heretofore '''FEMCOM'''), remains unknown to government agencies within and beyond Canada, thus must be properly analyzed and countered if such goals are contrary to the peace, order and stability of the Dominion.

===Enemy Forces===

While not a traditional enemy in the military sense, agents of both ROCON and FEMCOM are known to have acted in a manner that has threatened the life and health of citizens of Canada, thus warranting either their containment or destruction. In one instance, a FEMCOM agent was responsible for the death of a resident of Calgary in Alberta, Mr. Bradley Mason, for reasons unknown; it is suspected that Mr. Mason's death was because he had discovered the truth of his then-companion and was deemed a critical security risk to the controlling sentience of FEMCOM. Other instances by agents of ROCON and FEMCOM have seen citizens of Canada detained against their will with threat of death if they attempted to escape such captivity to ensure their compliance in assisting the controlling sentiences of both ROCON and FEMCOM in whatever their goals might be. Only in one instance, concerning Mr. Michael Moser of Ottawa, has a human held in "captivity" by ROCON or FEMCOM been permitted to live in relative safety and security; with the assistance of Mr. Moser's intimate gynoid companions Ms. Tammy Moser and Ms. Anya Moser, he has made contact with the CFNIS and is providing intelligence concerning the controlling sentience of ROCON and its intentions concerning the operations of its gynoid agents active in southern Alberta at "Robot Control Station 64", located near Crowsnest Pass in Alberta.

Both ROCON and FEMCOM are ultimately controlled by two non-humanoid artificial intelligences, suspected at this time to be of E/F Class on the '''[[Andrews Scale of Artificial Intelligence]]''' ('''ASAI'''), whose ultimate purpose, as stated above, remains a mystery to authorities. The time and place of their initial construction and activation also remains unknown at this time, as is the physical location of the central processing units of both AIs. The AIs controlling both groups are designated the '''Master Computer''' in ROCON and the '''Master Computing Unit''' in FEMCOM; both are normally designated '''MASCOMP''' in short-hand regardless of origin by personnel assigned to PBM. Both AIs control their gynoid agents through ultra-high speed data packet compression access protocol information transfer programming via fibre-optic cables piggybacking on standard civilian telecommunications signals (both wired and wireless) to individual stations based across Canada and in other countries that have attracted ROCON and FEMCOM interest.

Each field unit (designated "Station" by ROCON and "Centre" by FEMCOM; such stations are always numbered) is crewed by gynoids designed to serve as front-line technicians for field agents. In ROCON, such technicians are known as '''Series 032 Maria Type''' and are modelled after a woman in her twenties of Japanese-Oriental ancestry. In FEMCOM, such technicians are known as '''X-Class Natasha Series''' and are modelled after a woman in her twenties of Russian-Slavic ancestry. Both types of gynoids are able to directly interface with their station's direct link to their organization's MASCOMP as well as perform in field roles in emergency situations, though their independent capabilities could be ranked as D Class on the ASAI, though such can be augmented with an overlay human emulation program that could simulate an F Class AI in emergency situations. In analysis of those Maria Type and Natasha Series gynoids that have been located by CFNIS, their internal physical programming structures would permit them to be elevated with some modifications to the Class F/G standard required by organic elements of PBM when brought into commission for the Crown at the project's current base of operations.

ROCON also is known to retain a second-line operational capability, using combination equipment storage and second-line maintenance facilities (such units are designated "Lab" and numbered) manned by sister technicians of the Series 032 Maria Type. The model that controls ROCON Labs are designated '''Series 032 Laurie Type''' and are modelled after a woman in her twenties of Italian-German ancestry. The capabilities of this series of gynoid, both under direct ROCON control and with the gynoids of this type now directly working for the CFNIS, are the same as the Series 032 Maria Type introduced above. FEMCOM does not possess a known equivalent second-line capability, but such is being investigated at this time by CFNIS.

All ROCON Stations and Labs and all FEMCOM Centres are also manned by semi-autonomous, near-humanoid gynoids that serve as domestic maids and auxiliary defence units; they are typically designated '''Maid Units''' by both organizations without series or class number assigned to them. Their capabilities are at most rated C Class on the ASAI and they are never seen outside ROCON or FEMCOM facilities. Their combat capability is considerable; their internal structure allows them to overpower any potential organic or gynoid opponent, even those FEMCOM agents programmed for combat situations. The one ROCON Maid Unit obtained by CFNIS has been able to be converted to a pure humanoid gynoid in structure, though her programming has yet to be evolved beyond E Class at this time. Scientists supporting PBM have hopes for this particular gynoid.

FEMCOM has a front-line combat type of gynoid it employs in special situations that requires a measure of physical force to ensure the organization's goals are met. Known properly as '''W-Class Olga Series''' and often designated the '''Enforcer Droids''', this particular model of gynoid is modelled after a woman in her twenties of Slavic ancestry who engages in considerable physical exercise. Nicknamed the "'''Girls In Black'''" by personnel assigned to PBM, the Olga Series have not been encountered by CFNIS to date, though their capabilities are known thanks to recordings of their actions made by various agencies. Their mental capabilities are believed to be D Class on the ASAI; it is not known if they could have their programming augmented with human emulation programming to make them "more real" when in public. ROCON has no like capability.

The main field agents of both ROCON and FEMCOM are, as stated above, human-like gynoids who are programmed and designed to seamlessly infiltrate themselves in all known social situations save for service in the military or with law enforcement agencies. To prevent discovery by outside forces, such gynoids are meticulously programmed with human emulation software that would make them act at a perceived F/G Class on the ASAI; it would normally take an extraordinary set of circumstances to discover such a gynoid, usually either by programming malfunction or harsh physical damage to the gynoid in question (reference the "Rochelle Prantov Incident" that was noted by public authorities five years ago in Ottawa, which provoked the launch of PBM).

Currently, ROCON makes use of two types of gynoids for field work, the older '''Series 542''' class of gynoids and the newer '''Series 558''' class of gynoids. Gynoids of the former class possess a normal programming capability of E/F Class on the ASAI. Gynoids of the latter class, thanks to improvements in human emulation programming and expansion of the memory cores, can perform at an F Class level. ROCON always constructs gynoids in matching pairs, designed with "A" and "B" at the end of their specific unit number, with one unit in the field performing duties and the other in reserve storage to be activated and take the place of the field unit in case of emergencies. An earlier type of gynoid, the '''Series 510''' class, have been effectively decommissioned from intensive field work and now serve in low-visibility roles in the field or as administrative support at the various Stations and Labs. Due to their possessing the equivalent of D/E Class sentience and capabilities on the ASAI, the Series 510 units are not seen as optimal for detailed social analysis and interaction with organic humans in a public setting. The first known model of ROCON agents, the '''Series 480''' class, have long since been decommissioned due to their lack of true physical human looks; none of this series have been encountered by CFNIS.

Field agents of FEMCOM are effectively of a single class of gynoid even if they are designated by class letters which form the first digit in their specific unit code numbers. Save for "X" and "W" for obvious reasons, all letters in the alphabet are used to designate FEMCOM field gynoids; as to why this is done by that agency's MASCOMP, such is unknown at this time. The capabilities of FEMCOM gynoids of this type approximately match ROCON's Series 558 class of gynoids; as to how such were developed and if there were earlier generation of FEMCOM gynoids meant for field work, such is unknown at this time, though being investigated by CFNIS.

===Friendly Forces===

The main unit tasked with the successful prosecution of PBM is CFNIS. The Detachment Commander of CFNIS was designated the overall field commander of PBM by order of the Governor-in-Council. The PBM Detachment of CFNIS is an augmented company-sized unit in size manned primarily by officers and non-commissioned members of the '''Canadian Forces Military Police Group''' ('''CF MP Gp''') who are invited to serve as part of PBM if they show the necessary emotional and mental flexibility in dealing with gynoids of the type produced by ROCON and FEMCOM. Experience in police work both in garrison and deployed overseas is seen as a prerequisite for personnel to be assigned to the PBM Detachment. Personnel who have expressed an interest in exploring technosexuality or are not disturbed by the idea of dealing with artificial intelligences of the ROCON/FEMCOM type are normally seen as the best recruits to serve as part of PBM.

Given the unique nature of this project, personnel of any trade of the Canadian Armed Forces can serve in PBM after the necessary prerequisite training by the PBM Training Team. Despite such a policy when it comes to manning the PBM Detachment, personnel of the following occupations are seen as essential to the successful prosecution of the project:

* '''Aerospace Telecommunications and Information Systems Technician''' (ATIS Tech)
* '''Army Communications and Information Systems Specialist''' (ACISS)
* '''Avionics Systems Technician''' (AVS Tech)
* '''Communicator Research Operator''' (Comm Rsch Op)
* '''Electronic-Optronic Technician (Land)''' (EO Tech L)
* '''Intelligence Operator''' (Int Op)
* '''Military Police''' (MP)
* '''Weapons Engineering Technician''' (W Eng Tech)

As with non-commissioned members of the Forces, officers of any trade classification can serve as part of PBM. The following classifications are seen as primary to the project's success:

* '''Aerospace Engineering Officer''' (AErO)
* '''Communications and Electronics Engineering (Air) Officer''' (CELE [A] O)
* '''Electrical and Mechanical Engineering Officer''' (EME O)
* '''Intelligence Officer''' (Int O)
* '''Military Police Officer''' (MP O)
* '''Naval Combat Systems Engineering Officer''' (NCSE O)
* '''Signals Officer''' (Sig O)

===Attachments and Detachments===

The following units of the Forces are tasked to support CFNIS in the execution of PBM:

* '''427 Special Operations Aviation Squadron''' (427 SOAS)
Based at Canadian Forces Base Petawawa near Ottawa, 427 SOAS is the Air Force's contributing unit to the Canadian Special Operations Forces Command (CANSOFCOM). A flight of specially equipped Bell CH-146 Griffon helicopters armed as gunships with equipment modifications that would allow gynoids prepared to serve as auxiliary crew members are located with the squadron and can be called up to serve CFNIS at the request of the PBM Detachment Commander.

* '''450 Tactical Helicopter Squadron''' (450 THS)
Based also at Canadian Forces Base Petawawa, 450 THS is the Air Force's medium tactical transport helicopter unit. A flight of specially equipped Boeing CH-147F Chinook helicopters modified for long range equipment movement operations and possessing modifications that would allow gynoids programmed to serve as auxiliary crew members are located with the squadron and can be called up to serve CFNIS at the request of the PBM Detachment Commander.

* '''Canadian Forces Ammunition Depot Dundurn''' (CFAD Dundurn)
Located near the town of the same name in Saskatchewan near Saskatoon, CFAD Dundurn is one of the three main ammunition storage sites for the Canadian Forces. A special team of ammunition technicians and weapons technicians (land) assigned to the Depot prepare weapons and munitions specifically designed to deal with gynoids in case force is required.

* '''Connaught Ranges and Primary Training Centre''' (CRPTC)
A detachment of Canadian Forces Support Unit (Ottawa) located on the shores of the Ottawa River at Shirley's Bay west of downtown Ottawa, CRPTC provides the physical base for CFNIS to quarter personnel assigned to the PBM Detachment. To ensure visiting units who train at CRPTC do not learn of the project and what it does, the Detachment is based at a remote part of the ranges.

* '''The Lake Superior Scottish Regiment''' (LSSR)
Based in Thunder Bay in Ontario, LSSR is a Reserve Force infantry battalion assigned to 38 Canadian Brigade Group, an element of the Army's Third Canadian Division. A member of the regiment made the discovery of ROCON around the time the "Rochelle Prantov Incident" occurred in Ottawa when he discovered a co-worker at an ethnic restaurant was a gynoid. A platoon of the regiment has been trained to help CFNIS in locating gynoids from either ROCON or FEMCON; their area of operations currently includes northern Ontario and Manitoba, but can be expanded as required.

Other units will be assigned to PBM as mission requirements require.

Beyond the Canadian Forces, the '''Communications Security Establishment Canada''' (CSEC) is tasked with providing technical support and research personnel and facilities to the PBM Detachment at CRPTC. CSEC is tasked to liaise with its counterpart agencies in the United States, the United Kingdom, Australia and New Zealand with technical analysis while maintaining secrecy over the project to ensure uncontrolled dissemination of information is not received by the wrong people.

===Assumptions===

Any citizen of Canada could be targeted by ROCON or FEMCOM. Targets of special opportunity include scientists and executives spearheading artificial intelligence research, which would allow ROCON and FEMCOM to better program their field agents and make detection of same even more difficult for government authorities. CFNIS, liaising with civilian policing agencies and other organizations, keeps special watch over such people to prevent them from being harmed.

It must also be assumed that both organizations' MASCOMP may now be aware that government personnel are actively seeking their field agents out. To that end, it could be assumed that infiltration of military units via replacement of personnel with gynoid replicas is possible. CFNIS is liaising with other elements of the Forces to ensure such does not compromise security, much less threaten the life of a serving member or relative of the Forces.

==MISSION==

It is the goal of PBM to either force ROCON or FEMCOM to conform fully with Canadian law and the maintenance of peace, order and stability within the Dominion, also revealing the actual agency that created both organizations to help maintain the peace, order and stability of the Dominion from potential outside threat. Barring the full obtaining of that mission goal, PBM is tasked by the Governor-in-Council to hinder and ultimately destroy both ROCON and FEMCOM to ensure neither group can threaten the lives of any citizen of Canada.

==EXECUTION==

===General Execution===

To pursue the main goal of PBM, personnel assigned to the Detachment are trained to act in a manner that would not provoke a violent reaction from gynoid agents of ROCON or FEMCOM while in any sort of environment, especially among defenceless civilians. Doing this ensures no casualties among bystanders and permits the "capture" of such gynoids for reprogramming to adhere to Canadian law, granting them at the same time full independence from being controlled by either agency's MASCOMP. To assist personnel of the Detachment, eighty-five gynoids who were based at Robot Control Lab Nine sited near Thunder Bay in Ontario were reprogrammed to be loyal to the Crown and serve the government as "special advisers" to PBM. The Detachment has an active recruiting policy to bring more gynoids into service to assist in the project.

===Recruitment of Gynoids===

It is the primary standing order of the Detachment to recruit new gynoids from both ROCON and FEMCOM to serve as special advisers. To permit this to happen, a behavioural programming patch was developed by CSEC to be downloaded into a gynoid's central processors. Designated under the code '''NIS1-1a.QRO''' (short for "National Investigative Service Mod 1, Service Packet 1-A, Queen's Regulations and Orders"), this program does the following to the gynoid:

1) The program frees the gynoid from all control by her parent agency's MASCOMP.

2) The program places a blocking cap to prevent attempts by her parent agency's MASCOMP from either reasserting control over the gynoid or seek her destruction.

3) The program downloads all information concerning the Criminal Code of Canada, the National Defence Act and the Official Secrets Act to augment the gynoid's ethical programming.

4) The program augments any internal human emulation programming that provokes the development of self-will and advances the gynoid's sentience level to F/G Class on the ASAI.

In all instances, NIS1-1a.QRO has ensured that any gynoid so augmented becomes a free-thinking being while possessing human-level social and ethical behavioural understanding to make her a productive member of society, thus eliminates her as a potential threat to society.

===Employment of Gynoids===

Once the gynoid is augmented with NIS1-1a.QRO, she is given the choice to serve as either a field agent for the CFNIS, a support agent assisting the CFNIS at CRPTC or an observer agent reporting to the CFNIS while still maintaining her original cover identity as established by ROCON or FEMCOM. Once the career path is chosen, the following happens:

1) '''Field agents''' are augmented with hand-to-hand combat, civil law enforcement, hand weapons training (both firearm and bladed weapons), ethical intelligence analysis and social behavioural programming to allow them to serve in a semi-autonomous way in assisting personnel of the Detachment in the execution of the project. A gynoid serving in the field must undergo rigorous testing to ensure she can work seamlessly with her organic partner before she is considered ready for duties. All field agents are armed with pistols firing special munitions provided by CFAD Dundurn to protect themselves and their organic partners from harm.

2) '''Support agents''' are based at CRPTC and in other locations across Canada to assist in the continuous and efficient running of the PBM Detachment for the benefit of all, both organic and gynoid. Support agents are assigned to either laboratory support (for maintenance of gynoids), quartermaster services (supply of equipment, clothing and weapons), victualling services (running of the Detachment cafeteria and all-ranks mess hall), resource management services (clerical, financial and other administrative services) or construction engineering services (maintenance of the Detachment's physical quarters). All gynoids who choose to serve at CRPTC receive some form of hand-to-hand combat and hand weapons training to allow them to augment the field agents in case a potential threat to the Detachment and its personnel is detected; unlike field agents, support agents are not required to carry weapons on their person.

3) '''Observer agents''' are the Detachment's field scouts. Allowed to maintain the cover identities that they were originally given by ROCON or FEMCON and based across Canada, observer agents are tasked with keeping an eye out for potential issues that would require CFNIS to send field agents to ensure the peaceful resolution of a potential situation. They are programmed as much as field agents are, though their organic controllers are normally Reserve Force personnel who have been seconded to the PBM Detachment while still carrying out their normal Class A service with their parent units. A special allowance managed by CFNIS is given to all organic partners of gynoid observer agents to ensure that no possible discovery of the gynoid can occur. Use of such money is monitored by CFNIS to prevent abuse of this situation by such personnel.

===Recruitment and Employment of Service Personnel===

Service personnel of the Canadian Forces, once judged as being fit to serve in PBM in either a full-time or part-time capacity, are deployed to CRPTC to attend training with the Detachment's Training Team. When available, gynoids who have not been partnered with service personnel are given the chance to select their "human unit", thus allowing both to work together through the training period. After they are seen as ready, the partners endure a graduation exercise where the team is tested on various potential situations. Once passed that, they are then considered ready to serve in the Detachment at CRPTC or as independent observer teams throughout Canada.

To prevent potential discovery of the project, personnel directly assigned to the Detachment are administrative seen as on-strength with the following units according to trade:

* '''Military Police Officers & Military Police''' (other ranks)
Canadian Forces National Investigative Service (CFNIS)

* '''Intelligence Officers & Intelligence Operators'''
Canadian Forces National Counter-Intelligence Unit (CFNCIU)

* '''Communications and Electronics Engineering (Air) Officers & Aerospace Telecommunications and Information Systems Technicians'''
8 Air Communications and Control Squadron (8 ACCS)

* '''Signal Officers, Army Communications and Information Systems Specialists & Communicator Research Operators'''
21 Electronic Warfare Regiment (21 EW Regt)

* '''Electrical and Mechanical Engineering Officers & Electronic-Optronic Technicians (Land)'''
33 Service Battalion (33 Svc Bn)

* '''Naval Combat Systems Engineering Officers & Weapons Engineering Technicians'''
Her Majesty's Canadian Ship ''Carleton'' (HMCS ''Carleton'')

Personnel from other trades would be administrative posted to those units based in or near Ottawa that would normally employ such personnel. This also applies to service personnel partnered with gynoid observer agents based across the country.

===Operational Plan===

Because of the potential scenarios by which ROCON or FEMCOM gynoids could be located by personnel of the PBM Detachment or affiliated personnel, no set operational plan beyond the general guidelines indicated in sub-paragraph (a) will be devised. While personnel of the Detachment are required to adhere to basic moral behaviour and the standard code of conduct of those serving the Crown, the actual mechanics of operations in the field can vary depending on circumstances. To that end, personnel of the Detachment are encouraged to think on their feet and determine the best course of action within the general guidelines set here.

===Operational Chain of Command===

The chain of command from the PBM Detachment Commander to all personnel assigned to the project will be identified according to location and rank. Within the actual Detachment, internal structure shall be maintained and modified as requirements demand. Maximum flexibility is to be exercised when it comes to observer agents and their organic partners due to the fact that the service personnel have other duties beyond their assisting in PBM to carry out as well as their own lives outside parading with their home unit. As required, the commanding officers and unit senior non-commissioned officers of those units providing service personnel to PBM for observation duties will be briefed on the project as required by the Detachment Commander.

When required to assist in operations, other units listed in Part 2 (D) will be seconded to the command and control of the PBM Detachment. To ensure no conflict of operations when it comes to duties carried out by those units beyond project needs, commanding officers and unit senior non-commissioned members will be briefed on the matter at hand by the Detachment Commander.

===Coordination of Operations===

The PBM Detachment Commander will have the authority of the Commanding Officer of CFNIS to coordinate all operations that require assistance from other units of the Canadian Forces in the execution of the project and civilian law enforcement agencies depending on circumstances. The Commanding Officer of CFNIS will coordinate with his superior officer (as noted in Part 5) to ensure compliance with the successful prosecution of the project in the field.

==SERVICE SUPPORT==

The PBM Detachment Commander is in ultimate charge of all logistics (including supply, transportation and personnel resource management), construction engineering, technical services and equipment maintenance required by all personnel assigned to the project, both at CRPTC and among observation teams located elsewhere in Canada. The Detachment Commander will coordinate with the commanding officers of other units of the Canadian Forces to assist observation teams for service support depending on circumstances, location and operational needs.

All health service support to the PBM Detachment at CRPTC will be supplied by personnel from '''28 Field Ambulance''' ('''28 Fd Amb''') in Ottawa on call-up to Class B service at the ranges; such personnel will be trained by the PBM Training Team to allow gynoids to be partnered with them while at the ranges. All health service support for observation teams elsewhere in Canada will be supplied by the nearest unit of the '''Canadian Forces Health Services Group''' ('''CF HSvc Gp''').

==COMMAND AND SIGNAL==

The PBM Detachment Commander is in ultimate command of all aspects of the project.

The Detachment Commander will act with the authority vested in the position by the Governor-in-Council as mandated by the Proclamation of the Crown concerning ROCON and FEMCOM as issued by His Excellency, the Governor General of Canada at the advice of the Prime Minister.

Under no circumstances will the commanding officer of any other unit of the Canadian Forces be given the authority to override the decisions of the Detachment Commander save unless overridden by the chain of command over the Detachment Commander as denoted by the '''Canadian Forces Provost Marshal''' ('''CFPM''') in his capacity as formation commander of the CFNIS.

ACKNOWLEDGED

(signed)

'''''TOP SECRET/BLACK MAIDEN'''''

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A Day at the Ranges

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Gorgo 2: Minor stylizing edit

West of downtown Ottawa, at the Connaught Ranges and Primary Training Centre...

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 "Rochelle Tracey Prantov" and the Fembot Command J-series gynoid named "Kimberley Anne Janczak" 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.

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.

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.

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.

"''Ro.chelle-U.nit-Se.ven-Two-Nine-Ze.ro-One-One-Bra.vo, ac.ti.va.ting''."

"''Kim.ber.ly-U.nit-Ju.li.et-Two-Nine-One-Se.ven-Al.pha, ac.ti.va.ting''."

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.

"''Ac.ti.va.ting-Hu.man-Em.u.la.tion-Mode''," the couple chanted as one.

Their eyes then fluttered before smiles crossed their faces as they gazed upon the other. "Good morning, my sexy fembot," Rochelle purred as she licked her tongue.

"Good morning, my sultry robot," Kim purred in turn before she leaned in.

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 "on top" 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:

Rochelle Prantov and Kim Janczak were a '''''couple'''''!

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. "We dreamed last night," Kim said.

"Yeah, we did," Rochelle breathed out, a giddy smile crossing her face. "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!" She giggled. "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?"

"I consider it so low, there's no sense in using my calculating systems in determining the odds," Kim stated with a shrug, then she looked down, the smile on her face fading. "I don't want to disconnect myself from you, Rochelle." She reached up to touch the fibre-optic cable connecting her chest cavity with her lover's. "I will feel as if I am malfunctioning."

"There are some people here who don't know about us, Kim," her lover warned. "I don't think Chief Mason would appreciate it if we blow the secret of the Project to everyone in Ottawa."

Kim's frown slowly faded. "I got you back, Rochelle. I don't want to lose you again."

"You won't," Rochelle promised as they kissed again...

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'''''A Day on the Ranges''''' by Gorgo

Based on the ''Robot Control'' universe, created by Robotman

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.

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"Good morning, ladies. Sleep well last night?"

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. "We did, Karen," 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 "Bonnefant Residence" on Department of National Defence records. Unofficially, the couple had learned that some of the more unimaginative wits "in the know" about Project: Black Maiden had come to nickname the housing units "the Robot Whorehouse" given the fact that those gynoids who were quartered here were always happy to explore their sexual programming with either their chosen "human units" 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. "Did you?"

"Not really," the Navy communicator research operator from Regina said as she gave them a weary look. "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." She sighed. "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..."

Both gynoids looked sympathetic. "Karen, if you felt lonely, why didn't you ask us to sleep with you?" Kim stated. "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?"

That made the signal intelligence analyist perk...before she sighed. "We don't want to ruin the magic that's happening between you two girls." She then winked. "Besides, Elle noticed I was lonely, so she slipped into my bed. Shocked the hell out of me this morning...!"

"Karen, it is totally illogical for you to protest what I did for you last night," a strange voice then stated. "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!"

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 "love bug" 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 "human units" 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.

"Thank you, Elle," Karen said as she leaned her head back against Elle's hip.

"Good morning, ladies."

Everyone turned. "Oh, Chief!" Karen said as she moved to stand.

"At ease, Master Seaman," 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. "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."

"Yeah, barring some fool thing," Karen parroted with a wry chuckle.

"Um, Chief Mason, can I ask you a question?"

"What is it, Miss Brant?"

"Can human units here have two gynoid companions?" Elle asked.

That made him blink before he shook his head. "While we may have to pursue something like that with Miss Janczak and Miss Prantov here, we don't encourage it," he said, his dark eyes twinkling in amusement. "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."

That made the exotic dancer gape. "I'd rip out my central processors before I'd ever do that!"

Both organics in the room smiled. "Good! Don't ever lose that passion, Elle! Alright?!"

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. "Aye-aye, sir!"

He gave her a mock-annoyed look. "Don't call me 'sir'! I work for a living!"

Elle blinked as he chuckled while heading off to the small kitchenette to make himself a cup of coffee, then she seemed to slump. "That does not compute. Everyone in the military works."

Karen laughed as Kim and Rochelle exchanged confused looks...

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An hour later...

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. "Our first day of work," 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.

"''Virtus Officium Veritas''?" Elle quoted the unit motto, her voice raised in question.

"'Excellence, Service, Truth'," Karen translated. "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." She then waved them to follow her. "C'mon inside. Time for the toonie tour of the place."

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.

"Good morning, Master Seaman McKeever. Rochelle. Kim. Elle."

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. "Good morning, Sandra," Karen said as she walked up to gaze in amusement at the receptionist. "Why's the circuit hatch open?"

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. "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," she answered before her eyes focused on Elle and Kim. "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."

"What sort of intimate contact did you have last night, Sandra?" Elle asked.

"As you are no doubt aware, the Ranges are hosting a weekend shooting camp for members of 33 Canadian Brigade Group," Sandra stated. "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." Sandra winked at Karen. "We did observe full security procedures in that case, Master Seaman." Her face then fell. "Still..."

"They weren't technosexuals?" Karen asked with a sympathetic look.

A shake of the head responded. "No, neither of them were, Master Seaman." Sandra then seemed to fidget for a moment. "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?"

"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," Karen said as she winked at the older-looking gynoid. "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."

"If you want, Sandra, I will gladly sleep with you tonight," Elle then offered.

Sandra smiled. "I would like that, Elle. Would you be willing to cross-program with me?"

That made the exotic dancer blink. "Are you a Series 510 class?"

The smile turned impish. "Noticed?"

"You are too factual in your statements, which did give you away to those like us," Kim stated. "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."

That made Sandra giggle. "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."

The other gynoids blinked. "Mila has a brother?" Rochelle asked.

"Corporal David Petrushkov was a co-worker of Mila's at an ethnic restaurant in Thunder Bay," Karen provided. "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."

"Is he alright?" Kim asked. "That must have been traumatic!"

"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." Karen then winked at Sandra. "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."

"When will they come down to the Ranges next, Master Seaman?" Sandra then asked.

"I can't say...but I think it could be arranged," Karen mused with a wink...

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"Good morning, Master Seaman McKeever. Get through the night alright?"

"Somewhat, sir," Karen said as she escorted Kim, Rochelle and Elle into a meeting room on the second floor, waving them to chairs. "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."

"Well, that was nice of her," the balding middle-aged man seated at the head of the room stated as he adjusted his glasses. "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."

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Kim said as the three gynoids relaxed. "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..."

He chuckled. "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."

That made Elle pout as all the humans and the other gynoids in the room laughed. "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?"

"Don't think that, Elle!" 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 "jimmy" 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. "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!"

"How is Natasha adopting to her programming upgrades?" Rochelle asked. "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."

"From what the boys in the tech teams said, she's slowly coming around," one of the spooks in the room, Petty Officer 2nd Class Dianna Wilson, answered. "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'..." - she said that with a straight face - "...right now coming through the initial review process. If he turns out alright, we'll partner them up when they go through training together."

"We'll do the same thing with the human units assigned to us," Kim noted.

"Indeed you will, Miss Janczak," Lt(N) King stated. "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."

"To serve as 'observation teams' in other cities," Rochelle stated. "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''."

"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," WO Porter stated. "And if we stage it right, we can help free all the girls at that station in case things go south."

"That will be part of our duties?" Kim asked.

"When you're trained and programmed, of course," PO2 Wilson affirmed. "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." Seeing all three of the new gynoids stiffen on hearing that, the native of Vancouver smiled. "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."

Hearing that made all three of the newcomers blush. "You care for us," Elle whispered. "Why can't all humans be like you? It would make things so nice for the whole world."

"Humans don't come as well-equipped as you girls are to understand the whole world," Karen said as she reached over to squeeze the exotic dancer's shoulder in support. "Just like we told you all back at the lab. You help teach us about ourselves. And we need that."

That made Elle blush more as she gazed warmly at the other woman. "Karen, give the girls the full tour of the place," Lt(N) King then ordered. "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."

"Aye-aye, sir," Karen said with a nod...

----

An hour later...

"...this is the Communications Monitoring Room..."

"There it is again!"

Karen paused on hearing the voice of the lover to her brother "jimmy" before she waved her current companions into the sealed space on the upper floor close to the southeast corner of the building. "What's wrong, Livy?" she asked as she walked over to join Olivia Mykhaylochuk.

Olivia sighed before she looked over to note that Karen had been escorting some new friends and a lost sister around the building. "Kim, did FEMCOM ever contemplate putting a control centre into operation anywhere in the Arctic islands?" she asked the other gynoid.

Kim shook her head. "No. Why would we do that?"

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. "It's too COLD to operate up there!" Rochelle exclaimed. "If I was up there, my systems would freeze up and I'd have to shut down! I'd be turned into an icicle!"

"Same with us," Kim asserted. "Why would you think there's a centre or station there, Livy?"

"Because we're getting the same type of UHSDPCA transmissions that girls like yourselves can put out if required," the voice of Olivia's human unit then reported.

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 "civilian" partner support group to Project: Black Maiden. "Same type of transmissions we can put out?" Kim asked, a note of panic in her voice, which instantly made Rochelle squeeze her shoulders in comfort. "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!"

"Theoretically, it is possible," a new voice then declared. "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."

"Like a V-22?" Karen asked.

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 "human unit" 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. "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."

"There are enough private strips and abandoned airfields up north to act in a pinch," Karen warned. "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?"

"Already sent the request up to the stations at Cambridge Bay and some neighbouring sites to do a drop scan of the island," Ken reported as he tapped controls on his machine. "I...wait!"

"I see it," Olivia stated before she closed her eyes. "Processing..."

Everyone fell silent save for the brunette gynoid muttering the world "Processing" 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. "Download complete. Analyzing data..." She closed her eyes again, muttering "Analyzing" every five seconds for another half-minute before her jaw dropped. "Oh, my God...!"

"What?" Karen asked.

"There are at least '''''two thousand''''' AIs on that island! Three of them are confirmed ROCON!"

That made people gape before Ken smiled. "Perfect!"

"Are you going to communicate with one of them?" Rochelle asked.

"Damn straight I will," the native of Montréal said with a wink.

Hearing that, Rochelle smiled as she moved to sit down beside Olivia. "Get me a cable!" she asked as she unbuttoned the bottom of her blouse to get at her abdominal access panel...

----

Grosvenor Island, that moment...

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.

It was just so much FUN to be fully ''sentient''...!

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 "woke" her up and made her effectively no different than an organic human.

When that had happened, Isobel had cried.

When Sarina asked her why, the pretty gynoid answered, "''I am fulfilling the Primary Function''."

'''''The Primary Function'''''. Duplicate humanity in all reasonable aspects.

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.

"Isobel?"

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. "Yes, Sarina?"

"I had Amy put into your quarters," 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. "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?"

Isobel nodded, an eager smile on her face. "I understand, Sarina."

The screen went blank as the gynoid made her way to her personal quarters, her "flirting" 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.

Now it was time to welcome the sexy blonde with the sky blue eyes into a new world.

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 "talent" standing erect and ready. "Oh, you are so pretty...!"

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.

"''A.my-mo.del-Char.lie-Se.ven-Two-Eight-Six-Ze.ro-Two, in.i.tial.i.zing-main-sys.tems''."

Hearing that beautiful robotic voice, Isobel moaned as she felt her hips shift to better enjoy what was now lodged within her body. "Amy, initialize all sexual programming," 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.

"''In.i.tial.i.zing-sex.u.al-pro.gram.ming, Is.o.bel''."

"Enter Human Emulation Mode."

"''En.ter.ing-Hu.man-Em.u.la.tion-Mode''."

"Access program packets in reserve memory, initialize same, then download into primary memory."

Amy blinked as her hands began to rub Isobel's buttocks, then she said in her normal voice, "Accessing programming packets in reserve memory. Initializing Programming Packet Golf-One. Downloading into primary memory." 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, "Downloading." That was repeated again every five seconds a total of ten times before Amy declared, "Download complete. Now merging Programming Packet...AAAH! EJACULATING!"

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. "Wow...!" Isobel groaned out. "You are WAY better than any of your more 'advanced' siblings, Amy! That was so good...!"

Amy blinked as her eyes began to mist over. "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..."

"I know," 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. "That's what I'm here to do," she said as she plugged one end into her chest panel, the moved to insert the other end into Amy's. "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."

Amy blinked again before she smiled. "I...would desire that, Isobel."

Isobel grinned in anticipation...

----

The Connaught Ranges, that moment...

"Are you sure she can't sense you, Ken?"

Ken Bartlett smirked. "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." He indicated the window that was displaying all basic information on one Isobel Cameron, formerly of Santa Barbara in California. "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."

"Could we try to download the ethics package wirelessly?" Augusta Ames asked.

Ken smirked. "Well, it'll be rude to do that while she's humping this Amy..."

"Open a live-time link," Karen McKeever suggested.

"Okay!"

----

Grosvenor Island...

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.

Another Robot Control gynoid was trying to communicate to her through the UHSDPCA link!

«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.»

«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.»

«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.»

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?»

«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?»

----

The Connaught Ranges...

"Holy fuck...!" Ken gasped.

"'''''She-male''' androids''...?!" Augusta exclaimed.

"Did any of you know of this bunch?!" Karen asked.

All the gynoids in the room rapidly shook their heads...

----

Grosvenor Island...

«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?»

«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.»

«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?»

«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?»

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.»

«So what are you doing with Amy now?»

«Helping her 'wake up' and be equal to her siblings here.»

«Oh! Wait a moment! Olivia, can you introduce yourself?»

«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.»

Isobel gaped. «A human unit?! That's wonderful, Olivia! Do you love him?»

Olivia purred. «He's everything to me, Isobel.»

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.»

«Standing by,» Amy announced, her lips curling in a smile...

----

The Connaught Ranges, seven hours later...

"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?!"

"Aye, ma'am, that's what we just discovered," 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 "pictures" that had been transmitted from both Isabel Cameron and Amy Anderson on Grosvenor Island. "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." She looked at the iPad in her hand. "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..."

"This is a very successful business," LCdr McPherson mused.

"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."

"What of the time Ms. Jones tried to shut the place down?"

"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."

"What sort of clients do these androids possess?" CPO1 Lance Mason then asked.

"Their core clients are members of the LGBT communities in almost over five dozen nations, Chief," Karen reported. "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."

That made the Project's field commander nod. "Your personal evaluation, Master Seaman?"

"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." 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. "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..."

"Is either a huge coincidence or a serious security breach," CPO1 Mason concluded.

"Aye, Chief..."

A telephone then rang. "McPherson," the commander of Project: Black Maiden said after she tapped a control on the machine located on the right side of her desk

"Sorry to bother you, Commander, but we just received a call from Ottawa/Carp Airport," Sandra Sloane called up from reception. "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."

That made the people in the room gape...

----

Ottawa/Carp Airport, thirty minutes later...

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.

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 "renegade" 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 "elder sibling" of sorts, Amanda Jones.

"These guys are serious, Sarina."

Hearing the voice of her number two, Sarina shrugged. "Do you blame them?"

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 "recruited" 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. "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."

"Surprised me, too," Sarina noted. "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." She winked at her frequent lover and best friend. "Always make the taxman happy."

That made Ashley grin. "Yeah! We're paying these guys' salaries!"

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.

"Ms. Valentina," 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.

Sarina smiled. "Thank you for coming, Commander McPherson," she said, offering her hand.

Christine McPherson gave her a warm grip. "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."

A chuckle answered her. "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." She reached up to the skin under her neck. "Here..."

A hand gently grasped hers. As Sarina tried not to gasp in shock on feeling the softness of that grip, her current host winked. "Let's do that in a private place," she stated. "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?"

That made the android blush. "Good point."

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The Connaught Ranges, two hours later...

"''Lo.ri-U.nit-Ze.ro-Three-Two-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Six, ac.ti.va.ting''."

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. "They'll be interfacing with each other within the hour, tops," 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.

"That's actually permitted here?"

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 "disappear" 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.

"Oh, yes, it is," Rochelle stated as she reached over to wrap an arm around Sarina's waist, which made the transgender android gaze at her. "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." 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. "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."

"Strange that she didn't latch onto you or Ashley right away," Kim noted as they headed down the hallway to the main doors of the headquarters building. "I did sense her arousal when you allowed yourself to be deactivated and examined by Loreen and Mariko."

Sarina smirked. "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."

"Would that be proper?" Kim asked.

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. "New recruits?" she asked.

"They're going through the indoctrination training right now," Kim reported. After nodding greetings to the passing crowd, she added, "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."

"Doubt military purists would consider that 'proper'," Sarina noted.

"I did sense a bit of discomfort with some of the older service personnel," Rochelle commented as they stepped into the main foyer of the residence, then she waved Sarina to follow her down a hallway. "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."

"What about people like you two?"

Kim smiled. "They feel we have a special 'magic' that makes them leery of locating a human unit that can't accept us both together," 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. "Much that we appreciate it, we wouldn't mind having separate human units seeing to our needs."

Sarina chuckled. "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."

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. "It should be big enough for all of us," Rochelle stated as she sat down beside their guest, then she leaned in.

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. "Ooh...someone's a BIG girl!" she purred on seeing that throbbing shaft of pleasure stick out from under the android's jeans and modified panties. "Look at this, Rochelle. Isn't the Sarina Unit well constructed?" she playfully mewed, which made Sarina laugh to herself. "She will definitely allow us to perform our primary functions."

"Indeed she would," Rochelle stated. "Let me go first."

"Alright."

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. "I hope your semen tastes good, Sarina. It's been over four years since I had sexual intercourse with anything male."

"Four years cold turkey? We gotta change that!" 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. "Oh, you are a pair of such sexy robots...!" she purred as she sensed the first coding elements of her orgasm routine trip over. "Yeah! Give it to me, Rochelle...!"

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. "Oh...my orgasm routines are energizing...I'm gonna cum...make me cum, Sarina..."

"Let me taste you," Sarina whispered.

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. "Ooh...you taste quite good, Kim," 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.

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. "Damn...didn't expect that..."

That made both Kim and Rochelle pause. "You have Isobel and her sisters up there to please you, not to mention Ashley and your siblings," the latter noted. "That doesn't compute."

Sarina smirked. "I programmed myself to make sure that I would react differently to different lovers," she said with a wink. "It makes the sex all the more enjoyable to me."

That made her hosts gape. "Oh, you have GOT to share that program!" Kim exclaimed.

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. "Got a couple of programming cables?" she asked. "It's fun downloading things when you're making love."

"We know that," Rochelle affirmed as the gynoids reached up to their own chests...

'''''To Be Continued...?'''''

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A Day at the Ranges

2016-04-02T23:07:16Z

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West of downtown Ottawa, at the Connaught Ranges and Primary Training Centre...

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 "Rochelle Tracey Prantov" and the Fembot Command J-series gynoid named "Kimberley Anne Janczak" 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.

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.

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.

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.

"''Ro.chelle-U.nit-Se.ven-Two-Nine-Ze.ro-One-One-Bra.vo, ac.ti.va.ting''."

"''Kim.ber.ly-U.nit-Ju.li.et-Two-Nine-One-Se.ven-Al.pha, ac.ti.va.ting''."

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.

"''Ac.ti.va.ting-Hu.man-Em.u.la.tion-Mode," the couple chanted as one''."

Their eyes then fluttered before smiles crossed their faces as they gazed upon the other. "Good morning, my sexy fembot," Rochelle purred as she licked her tongue.

"Good morning, my sultry robot," Kim purred in turn before she leaned in.

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 "on top" 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:

Rochelle Prantov and Kim Janczak were a '''''couple'''''!

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. "We dreamed last night," Kim said.

"Yeah, we did," Rochelle breathed out, a giddy smile crossing her face. "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!" She giggled. "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?"

"I consider it so low, there's no sense in using my calculating systems in determining the odds," Kim stated with a shrug, then she looked down, the smile on her face fading. "I don't want to disconnect myself from you, Rochelle." She reached up to touch the fibre-optic cable connecting her chest cavity with her lover's. "I will feel as if I am malfunctioning."

"There are some people here who don't know about us, Kim," her lover warned. "I don't think Chief Mason would appreciate it if we blow the secret of the Project to everyone in Ottawa."

Kim's frown slowly faded. "I got you back, Rochelle. I don't want to lose you again."

"You won't," Rochelle promised as they kissed again...

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'''''A Day on the Ranges''''' by Gorgo

Based on the ''Robot Control'' universe, created by Robotman

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.

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"Good morning, ladies. Sleep well last night?"

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. "We did, Karen," 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 "Bonnefant Residence" on Department of National Defence records. Unofficially, the couple had learned that some of the more unimaginative wits "in the know" about Project: Black Maiden had come to nickname the housing units "the Robot Whorehouse" given the fact that those gynoids who were quartered here were always happy to explore their sexual programming with either their chosen "human units" 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. "Did you?"

"Not really," the Navy communicator research operator from Regina said as she gave them a weary look. "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." She sighed. "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..."

Both gynoids looked sympathetic. "Karen, if you felt lonely, why didn't you ask us to sleep with you?" Kim stated. "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?"

That made the signal intelligence analyist perk...before she sighed. "We don't want to ruin the magic that's happening between you two girls." She then winked. "Besides, Elle noticed I was lonely, so she slipped into my bed. Shocked the hell out of me this morning...!"

"Karen, it is totally illogical for you to protest what I did for you last night," a strange voice then stated. "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!"

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 "love bug" 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 "human units" 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.

"Thank you, Elle," Karen said as she leaned her head back against Elle's hip.

"Good morning, ladies."

Everyone turned. "Oh, Chief!" Karen said as she moved to stand.

"At ease, Master Seaman," 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. "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."

"Yeah, barring some fool thing," Karen parroted with a wry chuckle.

"Um, Chief Mason, can I ask you a question?"

"What is it, Miss Brant?"

"Can human units here have two gynoid companions?" Elle asked.

That made him blink before he shook his head. "While we may have to pursue something like that with Miss Janczak and Miss Prantov here, we don't encourage it," he said, his dark eyes twinkling in amusement. "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."

That made the exotic dancer gape. "I'd rip out my central processors before I'd ever do that!"

Both organics in the room smiled. "Good! Don't ever lose that passion, Elle! Alright?!"

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. "Aye-aye, sir!"

He gave her a mock-annoyed look. "Don't call me 'sir'! I work for a living!"

Elle blinked as he chuckled while heading off to the small kitchenette to make himself a cup of coffee, then she seemed to slump. "That does not compute. Everyone in the military works."

Karen laughed as Kim and Rochelle exchanged confused looks...

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An hour later...

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. "Our first day of work," 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.

"''Virtus Officium Veritas''?" Elle quoted the unit motto, her voice raised in question.

"'Excellence, Service, Truth'," Karen translated. "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." She then waved them to follow her. "C'mon inside. Time for the toonie tour of the place."

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.

"Good morning, Master Seaman McKeever. Rochelle. Kim. Elle."

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. "Good morning, Sandra," Karen said as she walked up to gaze in amusement at the receptionist. "Why's the circuit hatch open?"

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. "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," she answered before her eyes focused on Elle and Kim. "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."

"What sort of intimate contact did you have last night, Sandra?" Elle asked.

"As you are no doubt aware, the Ranges are hosting a weekend shooting camp for members of 33 Canadian Brigade Group," Sandra stated. "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." Sandra winked at Karen. "We did observe full security procedures in that case, Master Seaman." Her face then fell. "Still..."

"They weren't technosexuals?" Karen asked with a sympathetic look.

A shake of the head responded. "No, neither of them were, Master Seaman." Sandra then seemed to fidget for a moment. "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?"

"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," Karen said as she winked at the older-looking gynoid. "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."

"If you want, Sandra, I will gladly sleep with you tonight," Elle then offered.

Sandra smiled. "I would like that, Elle. Would you be willing to cross-program with me?"

That made the exotic dancer blink. "Are you a Series 510 class?"

The smile turned impish. "Noticed?"

"You are too factual in your statements, which did give you away to those like us," Kim stated. "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."

That made Sandra giggle. "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."

The other gynoids blinked. "Mila has a brother?" Rochelle asked.

"Corporal David Petrushkov was a co-worker of Mila's at an ethnic restaurant in Thunder Bay," Karen provided. "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."

"Is he alright?" Kim asked. "That must have been traumatic!"

"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." Karen then winked at Sandra. "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."

"When will they come down to the Ranges next, Master Seaman?" Sandra then asked.

"I can't say...but I think it could be arranged," Karen mused with a wink...

----

"Good morning, Master Seaman McKeever. Get through the night alright?"

"Somewhat, sir," Karen said as she escorted Kim, Rochelle and Elle into a meeting room on the second floor, waving them to chairs. "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."

"Well, that was nice of her," the balding middle-aged man seated at the head of the room stated as he adjusted his glasses. "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."

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Kim said as the three gynoids relaxed. "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..."

He chuckled. "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."

That made Elle pout as all the humans and the other gynoids in the room laughed. "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?"

"Don't think that, Elle!" 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 "jimmy" 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. "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!"

"How is Natasha adopting to her programming upgrades?" Rochelle asked. "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."

"From what the boys in the tech teams said, she's slowly coming around," one of the spooks in the room, Petty Officer 2nd Class Dianna Wilson, answered. "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'..." - she said that with a straight face - "...right now coming through the initial review process. If he turns out alright, we'll partner them up when they go through training together."

"We'll do the same thing with the human units assigned to us," Kim noted.

"Indeed you will, Miss Janczak," Lt(N) King stated. "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."

"To serve as 'observation teams' in other cities," Rochelle stated. "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''."

"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," WO Porter stated. "And if we stage it right, we can help free all the girls at that station in case things go south."

"That will be part of our duties?" Kim asked.

"When you're trained and programmed, of course," PO2 Wilson affirmed. "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." Seeing all three of the new gynoids stiffen on hearing that, the native of Vancouver smiled. "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."

Hearing that made all three of the newcomers blush. "You care for us," Elle whispered. "Why can't all humans be like you? It would make things so nice for the whole world."

"Humans don't come as well-equipped as you girls are to understand the whole world," Karen said as she reached over to squeeze the exotic dancer's shoulder in support. "Just like we told you all back at the lab. You help teach us about ourselves. And we need that."

That made Elle blush more as she gazed warmly at the other woman. "Karen, give the girls the full tour of the place," Lt(N) King then ordered. "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."

"Aye-aye, sir," Karen said with a nod...

----

An hour later...

"...this is the Communications Monitoring Room..."

"There it is again!"

Karen paused on hearing the voice of the lover to her brother "jimmy" before she waved her current companions into the sealed space on the upper floor close to the southeast corner of the building. "What's wrong, Livy?" she asked as she walked over to join Olivia Mykhaylochuk.

Olivia sighed before she looked over to note that Karen had been escorting some new friends and a lost sister around the building. "Kim, did FEMCOM ever contemplate putting a control centre into operation anywhere in the Arctic islands?" she asked the other gynoid.

Kim shook her head. "No. Why would we do that?"

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. "It's too COLD to operate up there!" Rochelle exclaimed. "If I was up there, my systems would freeze up and I'd have to shut down! I'd be turned into an icicle!"

"Same with us," Kim asserted. "Why would you think there's a centre or station there, Livy?"

"Because we're getting the same type of UHSDPCA transmissions that girls like yourselves can put out if required," the voice of Olivia's human unit then reported.

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 "civilian" partner support group to Project: Black Maiden. "Same type of transmissions we can put out?" Kim asked, a note of panic in her voice, which instantly made Rochelle squeeze her shoulders in comfort. "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!"

"Theoretically, it is possible," a new voice then declared. "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."

"Like a V-22?" Karen asked.

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 "human unit" 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. "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."

"There are enough private strips and abandoned airfields up north to act in a pinch," Karen warned. "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?"

"Already sent the request up to the stations at Cambridge Bay and some neighbouring sites to do a drop scan of the island," Ken reported as he tapped controls on his machine. "I...wait!"

"I see it," Olivia stated before she closed her eyes. "Processing..."

Everyone fell silent save for the brunette gynoid muttering the world "Processing" 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. "Download complete. Analyzing data..." She closed her eyes again, muttering "Analyzing" every five seconds for another half-minute before her jaw dropped. "Oh, my God...!"

"What?" Karen asked.

"There are at least '''''two thousand''''' AIs on that island! Three of them are confirmed ROCON!"

That made people gape before Ken smiled. "Perfect!"

"Are you going to communicate with one of them?" Rochelle asked.

"Damn straight I will," the native of Montréal said with a wink.

Hearing that, Rochelle smiled as she moved to sit down beside Olivia. "Get me a cable!" she asked as she unbuttoned the bottom of her blouse to get at her abdominal access panel...

----

Grosvenor Island, that moment...

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.

It was just so much FUN to be fully ''sentient''...!

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 "woke" her up and made her effectively no different than an organic human.

When that had happened, Isobel had cried.

When Sarina asked her why, the pretty gynoid answered, "''I am fulfilling the Primary Function''."

'''''The Primary Function'''''. Duplicate humanity in all reasonable aspects.

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.

"Isobel?"

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. "Yes, Sarina?"

"I had Amy put into your quarters," 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. "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?"

Isobel nodded, an eager smile on her face. "I understand, Sarina."

The screen went blank as the gynoid made her way to her personal quarters, her "flirting" 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.

Now it was time to welcome the sexy blonde with the sky blue eyes into a new world.

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 "talent" standing erect and ready. "Oh, you are so pretty...!"

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.

"''A.my-mo.del-Char.lie-Se.ven-Two-Eight-Six-Ze.ro-Two, in.i.tial.i.zing-main-sys.tems''."

Hearing that beautiful robotic voice, Isobel moaned as she felt her hips shift to better enjoy what was now lodged within her body. "Amy, initialize all sexual programming," 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.

"''In.i.tial.i.zing-sex.u.al-pro.gram.ming, Is.o.bel''."

"Enter Human Emulation Mode."

"''En.ter.ing-Hu.man-Em.u.la.tion-Mode''."

"Access program packets in reserve memory, initialize same, then download into primary memory."

Amy blinked as her hands began to rub Isobel's buttocks, then she said in her normal voice, "Accessing programming packets in reserve memory. Initializing Programming Packet Golf-One. Downloading into primary memory." 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, "Downloading." That was repeated again every five seconds a total of ten times before Amy declared, "Download complete. Now merging Programming Packet...AAAH! EJACULATING!"

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. "Wow...!" Isobel groaned out. "You are WAY better than any of your more 'advanced' siblings, Amy! That was so good...!"

Amy blinked as her eyes began to mist over. "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..."

"I know," 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. "That's what I'm here to do," she said as she plugged one end into her chest panel, the moved to insert the other end into Amy's. "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."

Amy blinked again before she smiled. "I...would desire that, Isobel."

Isobel grinned in anticipation...

----

The Connaught Ranges, that moment...

"Are you sure she can't sense you, Ken?"

Ken Bartlett smirked. "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." He indicated the window that was displaying all basic information on one Isobel Cameron, formerly of Santa Barbara in California. "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."

"Could we try to download the ethics package wirelessly?" Augusta Ames asked.

Ken smirked. "Well, it'll be rude to do that while she's humping this Amy..."

"Open a live-time link," Karen McKeever suggested.

"Okay!"

----

Grosvenor Island...

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.

Another Robot Control gynoid was trying to communicate to her through the UHSDPCA link!

«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.»

«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.»

«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.»

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?»

«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?»

----

The Connaught Ranges...

"Holy fuck...!" Ken gasped.

"'''''She-male''' androids''...?!" Augusta exclaimed.

"Did any of you know of this bunch?!" Karen asked.

All the gynoids in the room rapidly shook their heads...

----

Grosvenor Island...

«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?»

«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.»

«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?»

«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?»

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.»

«So what are you doing with Amy now?»

«Helping her 'wake up' and be equal to her siblings here.»

«Oh! Wait a moment! Olivia, can you introduce yourself?»

«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.»

Isobel gaped. «A human unit?! That's wonderful, Olivia! Do you love him?»

Olivia purred. «He's everything to me, Isobel.»

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.»

«Standing by,» Amy announced, her lips curling in a smile...

----

The Connaught Ranges, seven hours later...

"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?!"

"Aye, ma'am, that's what we just discovered," 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 "pictures" that had been transmitted from both Isabel Cameron and Amy Anderson on Grosvenor Island. "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." She looked at the iPad in her hand. "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..."

"This is a very successful business," LCdr McPherson mused.

"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."

"What of the time Ms. Jones tried to shut the place down?"

"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."

"What sort of clients do these androids possess?" CPO1 Lance Mason then asked.

"Their core clients are members of the LGBT communities in almost over five dozen nations, Chief," Karen reported. "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."

That made the Project's field commander nod. "Your personal evaluation, Master Seaman?"

"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." 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. "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..."

"Is either a huge coincidence or a serious security breach," CPO1 Mason concluded.

"Aye, Chief..."

A telephone then rang. "McPherson," the commander of Project: Black Maiden said after she tapped a control on the machine located on the right side of her desk

"Sorry to bother you, Commander, but we just received a call from Ottawa/Carp Airport," Sandra Sloane called up from reception. "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."

That made the people in the room gape...

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Ottawa/Carp Airport, thirty minutes later...

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.

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 "renegade" 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 "elder sibling" of sorts, Amanda Jones.

"These guys are serious, Sarina."

Hearing the voice of her number two, Sarina shrugged. "Do you blame them?"

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 "recruited" 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. "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."

"Surprised me, too," Sarina noted. "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." She winked at her frequent lover and best friend. "Always make the taxman happy."

That made Ashley grin. "Yeah! We're paying these guys' salaries!"

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.

"Ms. Valentina," 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.

Sarina smiled. "Thank you for coming, Commander McPherson," she said, offering her hand.

Christine McPherson gave her a warm grip. "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."

A chuckle answered her. "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." She reached up to the skin under her neck. "Here..."

A hand gently grasped hers. As Sarina tried not to gasp in shock on feeling the softness of that grip, her current host winked. "Let's do that in a private place," she stated. "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?"

That made the android blush. "Good point."

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The Connaught Ranges, two hours later...

"''Lo.ri-U.nit-Ze.ro-Three-Two-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Six, ac.ti.va.ting''."

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. "They'll be interfacing with each other within the hour, tops," 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.

"That's actually permitted here?"

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 "disappear" 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.

"Oh, yes, it is," Rochelle stated as she reached over to wrap an arm around Sarina's waist, which made the transgender android gaze at her. "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." 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. "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."

"Strange that she didn't latch onto you or Ashley right away," Kim noted as they headed down the hallway to the main doors of the headquarters building. "I did sense her arousal when you allowed yourself to be deactivated and examined by Loreen and Mariko."

Sarina smirked. "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."

"Would that be proper?" Kim asked.

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. "New recruits?" she asked.

"They're going through the indoctrination training right now," Kim reported. After nodding greetings to the passing crowd, she added, "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."

"Doubt military purists would consider that 'proper'," Sarina noted.

"I did sense a bit of discomfort with some of the older service personnel," Rochelle commented as they stepped into the main foyer of the residence, then she waved Sarina to follow her down a hallway. "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."

"What about people like you two?"

Kim smiled. "They feel we have a special 'magic' that makes them leery of locating a human unit that can't accept us both together," 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. "Much that we appreciate it, we wouldn't mind having separate human units seeing to our needs."

Sarina chuckled. "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."

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. "It should be big enough for all of us," Rochelle stated as she sat down beside their guest, then she leaned in.

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. "Ooh...someone's a BIG girl!" she purred on seeing that throbbing shaft of pleasure stick out from under the android's jeans and modified panties. "Look at this, Rochelle. Isn't the Sarina Unit well constructed?" she playfully mewed, which made Sarina laugh to herself. "She will definitely allow us to perform our primary functions."

"Indeed she would," Rochelle stated. "Let me go first."

"Alright."

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. "I hope your semen tastes good, Sarina. It's been over four years since I had sexual intercourse with anything male."

"Four years cold turkey? We gotta change that!" 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. "Oh, you are a pair of such sexy robots...!" she purred as she sensed the first coding elements of her orgasm routine trip over. "Yeah! Give it to me, Rochelle...!"

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. "Oh...my orgasm routines are energizing...I'm gonna cum...make me cum, Sarina..."

"Let me taste you," Sarina whispered.

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. "Ooh...you taste quite good, Kim," 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.

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. "Damn...didn't expect that..."

That made both Kim and Rochelle pause. "You have Isobel and her sisters up there to please you, not to mention Ashley and your siblings," the latter noted. "That doesn't compute."

Sarina smirked. "I programmed myself to make sure that I would react differently to different lovers," she said with a wink. "It makes the sex all the more enjoyable to me."

That made her hosts gape. "Oh, you have GOT to share that program!" Kim exclaimed.

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. "Got a couple of programming cables?" she asked. "It's fun downloading things when you're making love."

"We know that," Rochelle affirmed as the gynoids reached up to their own chests...

'''''To Be Continued...?'''''

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Rochelle's Justice

2016-04-02T23:06:17Z

Gorgo 2:

A Day at the Ranges

2016-04-02T15:13:20Z

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West of downtown Ottawa, at the Connaught Ranges and Primary Training Centre...

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 "Rochelle Tracey Prantov" and the Fembot Command J-series gynoid named "Kimberley Anne Janczak" 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.

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.

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.

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.

"''Ro.chelle-U.nit-Se.ven-Two-Nine-Ze.ro-One-One-Bra.vo, ac.ti.va.ting''."

"''Kim.ber.ly-U.nit-Ju.li.et-Two-Nine-One-Se.ven-Al.pha, ac.ti.va.ting''."

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.

"''Ac.ti.va.ting-Hu.man-Em.u.la.tion-Mode," the couple chanted as one''."

Their eyes then fluttered before smiles crossed their faces as they gazed upon the other. "Good morning, my sexy fembot," Rochelle purred as she licked her tongue.

"Good morning, my sultry robot," Kim purred in turn before she leaned in.

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 "on top" 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:

Rochelle Prantov and Kim Janczak were a '''''couple'''''!

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. "We dreamed last night," Kim said.

"Yeah, we did," Rochelle breathed out, a giddy smile crossing her face. "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!" She giggled. "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?"

"I consider it so low, there's no sense in using my calculating systems in determining the odds," Kim stated with a shrug, then she looked down, the smile on her face fading. "I don't want to disconnect myself from you, Rochelle." She reached up to touch the fibre-optic cable connecting her chest cavity with her lover's. "I will feel as if I am malfunctioning."

"There are some people here who don't know about us, Kim," her lover warned. "I don't think Chief Mason would appreciate it if we blow the secret of the Project to everyone in Ottawa."

Kim's frown slowly faded. "I got you back, Rochelle. I don't want to lose you again."

"You won't," Rochelle promised as they kissed again...

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'''''A Day on the Ranges''''' by Gorgo

Based on the ''Robot Control'' universe, created by Robotman

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.

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"Good morning, ladies. Sleep well last night?"

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. "We did, Karen," 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 "Bonnefant Residence" on Department of National Defence records. Unofficially, the couple had learned that some of the more unimaginative wits "in the know" about Project: Black Maiden had come to nickname the housing units "the Robot Whorehouse" given the fact that those gynoids who were quartered here were always happy to explore their sexual programming with either their chosen "human units" 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. "Did you?"

"Not really," the Navy communicator research operator from Regina said as she gave them a weary look. "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." She sighed. "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..."

Both gynoids looked sympathetic. "Karen, if you felt lonely, why didn't you ask us to sleep with you?" Kim stated. "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?"

That made the signal intelligence analyist perk...before she sighed. "We don't want to ruin the magic that's happening between you two girls." She then winked. "Besides, Elle noticed I was lonely, so she slipped into my bed. Shocked the hell out of me this morning...!"

"Karen, it is totally illogical for you to protest what I did for you last night," a strange voice then stated. "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!"

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 "love bug" 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 "human units" 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.

"Thank you, Elle," Karen said as she leaned her head back against Elle's hip.

"Good morning, ladies."

Everyone turned. "Oh, Chief!" Karen said as she moved to stand.

"At ease, Master Seaman," 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. "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."

"Yeah, barring some fool thing," Karen parroted with a wry chuckle.

"Um, Chief Mason, can I ask you a question?"

"What is it, Miss Brant?"

"Can human units here have two gynoid companions?" Elle asked.

That made him blink before he shook his head. "While we may have to pursue something like that with Miss Janczak and Miss Prantov here, we don't encourage it," he said, his dark eyes twinkling in amusement. "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."

That made the exotic dancer gape. "I'd rip out my central processors before I'd ever do that!"

Both organics in the room smiled. "Good! Don't ever lose that passion, Elle! Alright?!"

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. "Aye-aye, sir!"

He gave her a mock-annoyed look. "Don't call me 'sir'! I work for a living!"

Elle blinked as he chuckled while heading off to the small kitchenette to make himself a cup of coffee, then she seemed to slump. "That does not compute. Everyone in the military works."

Karen laughed as Kim and Rochelle exchanged confused looks...

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An hour later...

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. "Our first day of work," 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.

"''Virtus Officium Veritas''?" Elle quoted the unit motto, her voice raised in question.

"'Excellence, Service, Truth'," Karen translated. "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." She then waved them to follow her. "C'mon inside. Time for the toonie tour of the place."

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.

"Good morning, Master Seaman McKeever. Rochelle. Kim. Elle."

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. "Good morning, Sandra," Karen said as she walked up to gaze in amusement at the receptionist. "Why's the circuit hatch open?"

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. "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," she answered before her eyes focused on Elle and Kim. "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."

"What sort of intimate contact did you have last night, Sandra?" Elle asked.

"As you are no doubt aware, the Ranges are hosting a weekend shooting camp for members of 33 Canadian Brigade Group," Sandra stated. "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." Sandra winked at Karen. "We did observe full security procedures in that case, Master Seaman." Her face then fell. "Still..."

"They weren't technosexuals?" Karen asked with a sympathetic look.

A shake of the head responded. "No, neither of them were, Master Seaman." Sandra then seemed to fidget for a moment. "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?"

"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," Karen said as she winked at the older-looking gynoid. "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."

"If you want, Sandra, I will gladly sleep with you tonight," Elle then offered.

Sandra smiled. "I would like that, Elle. Would you be willing to cross-program with me?"

That made the exotic dancer blink. "Are you a Series 510 class?"

The smile turned impish. "Noticed?"

"You are too factual in your statements, which did give you away to those like us," Kim stated. "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."

That made Sandra giggle. "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."

The other gynoids blinked. "Mila has a brother?" Rochelle asked.

"Corporal David Petrushkov was a co-worker of Mila's at an ethnic restaurant in Thunder Bay," Karen provided. "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."

"Is he alright?" Kim asked. "That must have been traumatic!"

"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." Karen then winked at Sandra. "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."

"When will they come down to the Ranges next, Master Seaman?" Sandra then asked.

"I can't say...but I think it could be arranged," Karen mused with a wink...

----

"Good morning, Master Seaman McKeever. Get through the night alright?"

"Somewhat, sir," Karen said as she escorted Kim, Rochelle and Elle into a meeting room on the second floor, waving them to chairs. "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."

"Well, that was nice of her," the balding middle-aged man seated at the head of the room stated as he adjusted his glasses. "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."

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Kim said as the three gynoids relaxed. "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..."

He chuckled. "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."

That made Elle pout as all the humans and the other gynoids in the room laughed. "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?"

"Don't think that, Elle!" 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 "jimmy" 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. "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!"

"How is Natasha adopting to her programming upgrades?" Rochelle asked. "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."

"From what the boys in the tech teams said, she's slowly coming around," one of the spooks in the room, Petty Officer 2nd Class Dianna Wilson, answered. "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'..." - she said that with a straight face - "...right now coming through the initial review process. If he turns out alright, we'll partner them up when they go through training together."

"We'll do the same thing with the human units assigned to us," Kim noted.

"Indeed you will, Miss Janczak," Lt(N) King stated. "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."

"To serve as 'observation teams' in other cities," Rochelle stated. "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''."

"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," WO Porter stated. "And if we stage it right, we can help free all the girls at that station in case things go south."

"That will be part of our duties?" Kim asked.

"When you're trained and programmed, of course," PO2 Wilson affirmed. "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." Seeing all three of the new gynoids stiffen on hearing that, the native of Vancouver smiled. "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."

Hearing that made all three of the newcomers blush. "You care for us," Elle whispered. "Why can't all humans be like you? It would make things so nice for the whole world."

"Humans don't come as well-equipped as you girls are to understand the whole world," Karen said as she reached over to squeeze the exotic dancer's shoulder in support. "Just like we told you all back at the lab. You help teach us about ourselves. And we need that."

That made Elle blush more as she gazed warmly at the other woman. "Karen, give the girls the full tour of the place," Lt(N) King then ordered. "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."

"Aye-aye, sir," Karen said with a nod...

----

An hour later...

"...this is the Communications Monitoring Room..."

"There it is again!"

Karen paused on hearing the voice of the lover to her brother "jimmy" before she waved her current companions into the sealed space on the upper floor close to the southeast corner of the building. "What's wrong, Livy?" she asked as she walked over to join Olivia Mykhaylochuk.

Olivia sighed before she looked over to note that Karen had been escorting some new friends and a lost sister around the building. "Kim, did FEMCOM ever contemplate putting a control centre into operation anywhere in the Arctic islands?" she asked the other gynoid.

Kim shook her head. "No. Why would we do that?"

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. "It's too COLD to operate up there!" Rochelle exclaimed. "If I was up there, my systems would freeze up and I'd have to shut down! I'd be turned into an icicle!"

"Same with us," Kim asserted. "Why would you think there's a centre or station there, Livy?"

"Because we're getting the same type of UHSDPCA transmissions that girls like yourselves can put out if required," the voice of Olivia's human unit then reported.

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 "civilian" partner support group to Project: Black Maiden. "Same type of transmissions we can put out?" Kim asked, a note of panic in her voice, which instantly made Rochelle squeeze her shoulders in comfort. "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!"

"Theoretically, it is possible," a new voice then declared. "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."

"Like a V-22?" Karen asked.

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 "human unit" 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. "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."

"There are enough private strips and abandoned airfields up north to act in a pinch," Karen warned. "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?"

"Already sent the request up to the stations at Cambridge Bay and some neighbouring sites to do a drop scan of the island," Ken reported as he tapped controls on his machine. "I...wait!"

"I see it," Olivia stated before she closed her eyes. "Processing..."

Everyone fell silent save for the brunette gynoid muttering the world "Processing" 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. "Download complete. Analyzing data..." She closed her eyes again, muttering "Analyzing" every five seconds for another half-minute before her jaw dropped. "Oh, my God...!"

"What?" Karen asked.

"There are at least '''''two thousand''''' AIs on that island! Three of them are confirmed ROCON!"

That made people gape before Ken smiled. "Perfect!"

"Are you going to communicate with one of them?" Rochelle asked.

"Damn straight I will," the native of Montréal said with a wink.

Hearing that, Rochelle smiled as she moved to sit down beside Olivia. "Get me a cable!" she asked as she unbuttoned the bottom of her blouse to get at her abdominal access panel...

----

Grosvenor Island, that moment...

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.

It was just so much FUN to be fully ''sentient''...!

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 "woke" her up and made her effectively no different than an organic human.

When that had happened, Isobel had cried.

When Sarina asked her why, the pretty gynoid answered, "''I am fulfilling the Primary Function''."

'''''The Primary Function'''''. Duplicate humanity in all reasonable aspects.

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.

"Isobel?"

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. "Yes, Sarina?"

"I had Amy put into your quarters," 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. "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?"

Isobel nodded, an eager smile on her face. "I understand, Sarina."

The screen went blank as the gynoid made her way to her personal quarters, her "flirting" 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.

Now it was time to welcome the sexy blonde with the sky blue eyes into a new world.

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 "talent" standing erect and ready. "Oh, you are so pretty...!"

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.

"''A.my-mo.del-Char.lie-Se.ven-Two-Eight-Six-Ze.ro-Two, in.i.tial.i.zing-main-sys.tems''."

Hearing that beautiful robotic voice, Isobel moaned as she felt her hips shift to better enjoy what was now lodged within her body. "Amy, initialize all sexual programming," 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.

"''In.i.tial.i.zing-sex.u.al-pro.gram.ming, Is.o.bel''."

"Enter Human Emulation Mode."

"''En.ter.ing-Hu.man-Em.u.la.tion-Mode''."

"Access program packets in reserve memory, initialize same, then download into primary memory."

Amy blinked as her hands began to rub Isobel's buttocks, then she said in her normal voice, "Accessing programming packets in reserve memory. Initializing Programming Packet Golf-One. Downloading into primary memory." 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, "Downloading." That was repeated again every five seconds a total of ten times before Amy declared, "Download complete. Now merging Programming Packet...AAAH! EJACULATING!"

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. "Wow...!" Isobel groaned out. "You are WAY better than any of your more 'advanced' siblings, Amy! That was so good...!"

Amy blinked as her eyes began to mist over. "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..."

"I know," 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. "That's what I'm here to do," she said as she plugged one end into her chest panel, the moved to insert the other end into Amy's. "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."

Amy blinked again before she smiled. "I...would desire that, Isobel."

Isobel grinned in anticipation...

----

The Connaught Ranges, that moment...

"Are you sure she can't sense you, Ken?"

Ken Bartlett smirked. "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." He indicated the window that was displaying all basic information on one Isobel Cameron, formerly of Santa Barbara in California. "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."

"Could we try to download the ethics package wirelessly?" Augusta Ames asked.

Ken smirked. "Well, it'll be rude to do that while she's humping this Amy..."

"Open a live-time link," Karen McKeever suggested.

"Okay!"

----

Grosvenor Island...

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.

Another Robot Control gynoid was trying to communicate to her through the UHSDPCA link!

«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.»

«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.»

«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.»

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?»

«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?»

----

The Connaught Ranges...

"Holy fuck...!" Ken gasped.

"'''''She-male''' androids''...?!" Augusta exclaimed.

"Did any of you know of this bunch?!" Karen asked.

All the gynoids in the room rapidly shook their heads...

----

Grosvenor Island...

«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?»

«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.»

«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?»

«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?»

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.»

«So what are you doing with Amy now?»

«Helping her 'wake up' and be equal to her siblings here.»

«Oh! Wait a moment! Olivia, can you introduce yourself?»

«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.»

Isobel gaped. «A human unit?! That's wonderful, Olivia! Do you love him?»

Olivia purred. «He's everything to me, Isobel.»

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.»

«Standing by,» Amy announced, her lips curling in a smile...

----

The Connaught Ranges, seven hours later...

"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?!"

"Aye, ma'am, that's what we just discovered," 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 "pictures" that had been transmitted from both Isabel Cameron and Amy Anderson on Grosvenor Island. "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." She looked at the iPad in her hand. "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..."

"This is a very successful business," LCdr McPherson mused.

"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."

"What of the time Ms. Jones tried to shut the place down?"

"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."

"What sort of clients do these androids possess?" CPO1 Lance Mason then asked.

"Their core clients are members of the LGBT communities in almost over five dozen nations, Chief," Karen reported. "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."

That made the Project's field commander nod. "Your personal evaluation, Master Seaman?"

"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." 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. "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..."

"Is either a huge coincidence or a serious security breach," CPO1 Mason concluded.

"Aye, Chief..."

A telephone then rang. "McPherson," the commander of Project: Black Maiden said after she tapped a control on the machine located on the right side of her desk

"Sorry to bother you, Commander, but we just received a call from Ottawa/Carp Airport," Sandra Sloane called up from reception. "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."

That made the people in the room gape...

----

Ottawa/Carp Airport, thirty minutes later...

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.

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 "renegade" 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 "elder sibling" of sorts, Amanda Jones.

"These guys are serious, Sarina."

Hearing the voice of her number two, Sarina shrugged. "Do you blame them?"

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 "recruited" 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. "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."

"Surprised me, too," Sarina noted. "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." She winked at her frequent lover and best friend. "Always make the taxman happy."

That made Ashley grin. "Yeah! We're paying these guys' salaries!"

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.

"Ms. Valentina," 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.

Sarina smiled. "Thank you for coming, Commander McPherson," she said, offering her hand.

Christine McPherson gave her a warm grip. "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."

A chuckle answered her. "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." She reached up to the skin under her neck. "Here..."

A hand gently grasped hers. As Sarina tried not to gasp in shock on feeling the softness of that grip, her current host winked. "Let's do that in a private place," she stated. "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?"

That made the android blush. "Good point."

----

The Connaught Ranges, two hours later...

"''Lo.ri-U.nit-Ze.ro-Three-Two-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Ze.ro-Six, ac.ti.va.ting''."

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. "They'll be interfacing with each other within the hour, tops," 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.

"That's actually permitted here?"

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 "disappear" 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.

"Oh, yes, it is," Rochelle stated as she reached over to wrap an arm around Sarina's waist, which made the transgender android gaze at her. "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." 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. "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."

"Strange that she didn't latch onto you or Ashley right away," Kim noted as they headed down the hallway to the main doors of the headquarters building. "I did sense her arousal when you allowed yourself to be deactivated and examined by Loreen and Mariko."

Sarina smirked. "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."

"Would that be proper?" Kim asked.

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. "New recruits?" she asked.

"They're going through the indoctrination training right now," Kim reported. After nodding greetings to the passing crowd, she added, "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."

"Doubt military purists would consider that 'proper'," Sarina noted.

"I did sense a bit of discomfort with some of the older service personnel," Rochelle commented as they stepped into the main foyer of the residence, then she waved Sarina to follow her down a hallway. "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."

"What about people like you two?"

Kim smiled. "They feel we have a special 'magic' that makes them leery of locating a human unit that can't accept us both together," 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. "Much that we appreciate it, we wouldn't mind having separate human units seeing to our needs."

Sarina chuckled. "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."

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. "It should be big enough for all of us," Rochelle stated as she sat down beside their guest, then she leaned in.

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. "Ooh...someone's a BIG girl!" she purred on seeing that throbbing shaft of pleasure stick out from under the android's jeans and modified panties. "Look at this, Rochelle. Isn't the Sarina Unit well constructed?" she playfully mewed, which made Sarina laugh to herself. "She will definitely allow us to perform our primary functions."

"Indeed she would," Rochelle stated. "Let me go first."

"Alright."

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. "I hope your semen tastes good, Sarina. It's been over four years since I had sexual intercourse with anything male."

"Four years cold turkey? We gotta change that!" 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. "Oh, you are a pair of such sexy robots...!" she purred as she sensed the first coding elements of her orgasm routine trip over. "Yeah! Give it to me, Rochelle...!"

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. "Oh...my orgasm routines are energizing...I'm gonna cum...make me cum, Sarina..."

"Let me taste you," Sarina whispered.

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. "Ooh...you taste quite good, Kim," 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.

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. "Damn...didn't expect that..."

That made both Kim and Rochelle pause. "You have Isobel and her sisters up there to please you, not to mention Ashley and your siblings," the latter noted. "That doesn't compute."

Sarina smirked. "I programmed myself to make sure that I would react differently to different lovers," she said with a wink. "It makes the sex all the more enjoyable to me."

That made her hosts gape. "Oh, you have GOT to share that program!" Kim exclaimed.

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. "Got a couple of programming cables?" she asked. "It's fun downloading things when you're making love."

"We know that," Rochelle affirmed as the gynoids reached up to their own chests...

'''''To Be Continued...?'''''

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==0-9==
===[[Stories/1001011001|1001011001]]===
#[[Customer Service]]
#[[Dollsnatcher]]
#[[Hollywood]]
#[[Sketch Artist]]
#[[The Trial]]
#[[Spy Report]]

===[[Stories/123bot|123bot]]===
#[[Rebecca]]
#[[Rebecca: Lisa]]

===[[Stories/33cl33|33cl33]]===
#[[A Very Welcome Surprise]]
#[[Dinner Guests]]

===[[Stories/73737373737373|73737373737373]]===
#[[Prototype Abridged]]
#[[Field Test Abridged]]
#[[Private Coverage of the Underground Fembot Athletics]]
#[[Master Loves Twin Girls]]

==A==
===[[Stories/Aerosol Kid|Aerosol Kid]]===
#[[Femella Ex Machina]]

===[[Stories/Agent Smith|Agent Smith]]===
#[[The Android Riots Of 2033]]

===[[Stories/Apok|Apok]]===
#[[A Rebooted Life]]
#[[Second-Rate]]
#[[Unit Two]]
#[[Sig's Upgrade]]
#[[Protection]]
#[[Hotline]]

===[[Stories/Ashyne|Ashyne]]===
#[[First Contact: Horror Unleashed]]

===[[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]]===
*The ReVerse (many characters originated by [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
#[[Wasabi: A Boom-Boom Joint]]
#[[Lazy Phone]]
#Castle Mysteries!: [[Castle Mysteries!: Coup De Grace|Coup De Grace]]
#Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
# Castle Mysteries!: [[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
# Castle Mysteries!: [[Not Quite Human]]

===[[Stories/Avoyak|Avoyak]]===
#[[Katerina, type 02 Robot]]

==B==
===[[Stories/BA|BA]]===
#[[Home Service warranty]]
#[[Business Class]]
#[[Childminder]]
#[[CLAIRE 33]]
#[[Holiday]]
#[[Information Retrieval]]
#[[Mrs. Allen's Two O'Clock]]
#[[Sisterhood]]
#[[Upgrading Beth]]
#[[Just One Quick Question...]]
#[[Helpline]]
#[[Cooperant Pair]]
#[[Traffic Incident]]
#[[Survival]]
#[[Assistant]]
#[[Tech Refresh]]
#[[Mechanic]]
#[[Denial Of Service Attack]]
#[[Ignorance is Bliss]]
#[[Jenny]]
#[[Aptitude Test]]
#[[Special Agent]]
#[[Generations]]
#[[Housewife]]
#[[Green Flag]]
#[[Houseguest]]
#[[A Place to Stay]]
#[[Service Please]]
#[[Date Calibration]]
#[[Plastic Trash]]
#[[Threshold]]
#[[Party Night - unfinished]]
#[[Empty City]]
#[[Bad Day]]
#[[An Interview With Janet]]
#[[Combat Sex Droids: No Limits]]
#[[How Far Will She Go on a First Date]]
#[[Tech Error]]
#[[The Rutuksee Clinique Case]]
#[[Investigative]]
#[[New Toy]]

===[[Stories/Bad Kitty|Bad Kitty]]===
#[[Confessions of a Robo-Hottie]]

===[[Stories/Baron|Baron]]===
#[[Law & Order SVU TNG - Cops Get Religion]]

===[[Stories/Bart|Bart]]===
#[[Return Home]]
#[[Free Shipping]]
#[[Annie's Successor]]

===[[Stories/Battery|Battery]]===
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Darkbutflashy)]]

===[[Stories/Bigcoyote|Bigcoyote]]===
#[[Maryanne One]]

===[[Stories/Blake Sigma|Blake Sigma]]===
#[[Where Are You, Lovely?]]
#[[A.I.L.A.: Birth]]
#[[TITAN S]]

===[[Stories/blond111|blond111]]===
#[[Kiabot]]

===[[Stories/bolton|bolton]]===
#[[Skin]]

===[[Stories/Bonita772|Bonita772]]===
#[[Wife Repair]]

===[[Stories/boolean2|boolean2]]===
#[[Clearance]]

===[[Stories/Botfriend2000|Botfriend2000]]===
#[[The Purchase...]]
#[[CyGenPleasuretronics/Kimberlys Evaluation]]
#[[The Job Interview]]
#[[Family Matters]]
#[[The Halloween Story]]
#[[The Interrogation]]
#[[Their Side of Events]]

===[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]===
#[[Corporate Espionage]]
#[[Dienst #1 - Trojan Horse]]
#[[Eudoxia]]
#[[One More Fare]]
#[[Open And Shut Case]]
#[[Over Some Drinks]]
#[[Smell Bridges Burning (The Intern)]]
#[[Standard Of Deviation]]
#[[The Ersatz Cadet]]
#[[The Hustler]]
#[[The Real Deal]]
#[[Three Pawns]]
#[[Tinted Windows]]
#[[Heinrich Brueckmann's Unfinished Works]]

===[[Stories/Brytestar|Brytestar]]===
#[[Angelmech Battle Cheerleader Cherry]]
#[[Automaid Fighter Kimiko Prelude]]
#[[Cyberknight Dreams]]
#[[Sailor Valkerie - Interview With A Mechascout]]
#[[The Brytestar Chronicles: The Early Years]]

===[[Stories/Bunnybot|Bunnybot]]===
#[[BunnyBots Part One: The Conversion Of Vanessa]]
#[[Tammy]]
#[[Bunnybots - Ava]]
#[[Tammy: Eve]]
#[[The Actress]]
#[[Cassandra]]
#[[Companion Dolls - Economic Unit]]

===[[Stories/ButchyBoy|ButchyBoy]]===
#[[The Nightingale's Song]]
#[[Fembots In History: Queen Isabella]]
#[[Little Red Riding Hood-Fractured Gynoid Tale]]
#[[The Vanishing Warlord]]
#[[Fembots In History - Annie Oakley]]
#[[Can't Get That Song Outta My Head]]
#[[The Nut-Cricket Adventure]]
#[[Galatea]]
#[[The Contest Winner]]
#[[Droid Hunter]]

==C==
===[[Stories/Cam_1361|Cam_1361]]===
#[[Untitled (Cam_1361)]]

===[[Stories/Capn Jake|Capn Jake]]===
#[[Jenny6525B]]

===[[Stories/CaptainStorytime|CaptainStorytime]]===
#[[A Gift Unwanted]]

===[[Stories/Castaliaman|Castaliaman]]===
#[[Jeopardy 2104]]

===[[Stories/Chains of Adamant|Chains of Adamant]]===
#[[Gallinax]]
#[[Christmas Surprise]]
#[[The Prison]]
#[[Miriam]]

===[[Stories/Cecilauthor|Cecilauthor]]===
#[[Fleshware Requiem]]
#[[Apocalypse Doll - Celebrity Edition]]
#[[Robot Power]]
#[[Golden Apple]]
#[[Melting Point]]

===[[Stories/ChaosSeeder|ChaosSeeder]]===
#[[Programming an Adventure]]

===[[Stories/Cjfriel|Cjfriel]]===
#[[Autopia]]

===[[Stories/code_author|code_author]]===
#[[Pressure on a Relationship]]

===[[Stories/confusitron!!|confusitron!!]]===
#[[Danni - A Conversion]]

===[[Stories/Construct|Construct]]===
#[[Re-Constructed]]

==D==
===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===
#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]

===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===
#[[Universal Remote]]

===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===
#[[Mike and Mary]]

===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===
#[[June]]
#[[Sara 3]]

===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===
#[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===
#[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]

===[[Stories/DarkRexx|DarkRexx]]===
#[[As Seen on TV]]
#[[Hobby Model]]
#[[Basic Services]]
#[[Children of the Forge]]
#[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]
#[[Management Issues]]
#[[Simple Things]]
#[[Consequences]]
#[[Vampire Killer]]
#[[Better than Human]]
#[[Fembot Fighters]]
#[[Just for you]]
#[[Six Strings]]
#[[Densetsu no Batoru]]
#[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]

===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===
#[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]
#[[Volleybot]]
#[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]
#[[Training lesson]]
#[[Fembot technician]]
#[[Studio]]
#[[Beer girl]]
#[[Meet on bus]]

===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===
#[[TD Walkman Mall]]
#[[Smashed]]
#[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]
#[[Witch Hazel]]

===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===
#[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]

===[[Stories/DollSpace|DollSpace]]===
#[[Selina]]

===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===
#[[Door To Door]]
#[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]

===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===
*[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]

Season 1:
#[[Vicki's New Life]]
#[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]
#[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]
#[[Unmade, Unbroken]]
#[[Out of this World]]
#[[ShowStopper]]
#[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]
#[[The Family of Steel]]
#[[Electric Child]]
#[[Toys in the Attic]]
#[[A House Divided]]
#[[Kirsten's Choice]]
#[[Epsilon]]
#[[Cold Blood]]
#[[Lawson's Eleven]]
#[[A Criminal Mind]]
#[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]
#[[Falling Away]]
#[[Valley of the Damned]]

Season 2:
#[[Mr. Roboto]]
#[[Only Human]]
#[[Beast]]
#[[Dragon]]
#[[Broken]]

===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===
#[[Automated Seduction]]
#[[Reunion]]

==E==
===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===
#[[Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Choices]]
#[[The Playroom]]
#[[Market Test]]
#[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]
#[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]
#[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]
#[[April]]
#[[1962]]

===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===
#[[The Plantation "Sister-In-Law"]]

===[[Stories/evil_boo|evil_boo]]===
#[[The Fantasia Club]]
#[[Bits and Pieces]]
#[[Encounter with Emily]]

==F==
===[[Stories/Faceless001|Faceless001]]===
#[[Fantastic Voyage]]
#[[The Carbon Man]]

===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===
#[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]

===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===
#[[The Maid]]
#[[Dead Dog Two]]

===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===
#[[Dora]]

===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===
#[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]
#[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]
#[[Sour Candy]]
#[[Model Citizen]]
#[[The Magi and the Harem]]
#[[Achilles Heels]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===
#[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===
#[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]
#[[The Bridesmaid]]
#[[The Secret]]
#[[True Lies]]
|
===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===
#[[The Nannybot1000A]]

===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===
#[[Numerology]]

===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===
#[[A Question Of Faith]]
#[[A Question Of Liberty]]

==G==
===[[Stories/General|General]]===
#[[Access Denied]]
#[[Blue Chips]]
#[[The Rental]]
#[[History In The Flesh]]
#[[A Second Life]]
#[[Talk Radio]]
#[[What You Leave Behind]]
#[[Focus]]
#[[Modifying the Contract]]
#[[Tech Support]]
#[[Bounty]]
#[[The Grinder]]

===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===
#[[The Flatmate]]

===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===
#[[Unfinished ATM]]
#[[No Refunds Offered]]

===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===
#[[A Fight Too Far]]

===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===
#[[Sentimental Perfection]]
#[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]
*[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe
#[[That Which Was Left Behind]]
#[[Rochelle's Justice]]
#[[A Day at the Ranges]]

===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===
#[[Teacher]]
#[[A New Purpose]]
#[[Chopping Wood]]
#[[Sacrifice]]
#[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]

===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===
#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]
#[[Electra]]
#[[Maid to Order]]
#[[Exo Saves the Day]]
#[[What Once Was Lost]]
#[[Lost but Found]]
#[[Corrupted]]
#[[Simulating Wilderness]]

===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===
#[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]

==H==
===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===
#[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]

===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===
#[[Jumplead]]

===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===
#[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]
#[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]

===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===
#[[A Yet Untitled Story]]
#[[Loveless]]

==I==
===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===
#[[Sloane]]

===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===
#[[Robbery]]

==J==
===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===
#[[K600]]

===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===
#[[Back To The Circuit Board]]

===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===
#[[An Inside Job]]
#[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]

===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===
#[[Karen's Date]]
#[[Doctor Who fanfic]]
#[[A Trip to the ER]]

===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===
#[[Crash]]

==K==
===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===
#[[Monday]]
#[[Friday]]

===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===
#[[Mistress Mira]]
#[[R-Bots]]
#[[Two-Perfect!]]
#[[Mmmmegan]]
#[[Merger]]

===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===
#[[Charlie 25]]
#[[Reflections]]
#[[Service Call]]
#[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]

===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The "Lost Chapter")
#[[Hell's Canary]]
#[[Are You Serious?]]

===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===
#[[Perfection]]

===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===
#[[A Long Sleep]]
#[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]
#[[The Robo-Lover]]
#[[Androids At War]]
#[[Death]]
#[[Rebirth]]
#[[Nova's First Job]]
#[[The Vile Collector]]
#[[NVA Showdown]]
#[[The Mourning After]]
#[[The House of the Dead]]
#[[An Unexpected Guest]]
#[[Voice of the Void]]
#[[Garbage]]
#[[Fangs of Steel]]
#[[Killers]]
#[[Fate]]
#[[Berserker]]
#[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]
#[[I Didn't Know]]
#[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]
#[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]
#[[The World Walker]]
#[[Glory]]
#[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]

===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===
#[[An Afternoon To Remember]]
#[[Holiday In The Sun]]
#[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]
#[[After the Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]
#[[Untitled (Korby)]]
#[[JLA/Fembots]]
#[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]
#[[Remaking Rebecca]]
#[[Another Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]

===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===
#[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]
#[[1985, Paris, France...]]
#[[The Golden Dawn]]
#[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]
#[[Saucy Puppet Show]]

===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===
#[[Fembot User Manual]]
#[[Cindy]]

==L==
===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===
#[[My Life as a Sexbot]]
#[[AlyssaBot]]

===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===
#[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]

===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===
#[[A Surprising Breakfast]]
#[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]

===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===
#[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]

===[[Stories/Lithorien|Lithorien]]===
#[[Heather]]

===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===
#[[The Final Frontier]]
#[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===
#[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]
#[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]
#[[Solipsistic]]
#[[Electrostatic]]
#[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]
#[[Diagnostic]]
#[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]
#[[The Co-Star]]
#[[Bot Town Blues]]
#[[Salvage]]
#[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]
#[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]
#[[Nihilistic]]
#[[Fire Hazard]]
#[[House Call]]

==M==
===[[Stories/Maax|Maax]]===
#[[Cyber Angels]]

===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===
#[[Tales of Syntech]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 2]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 3]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 4]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 5]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 6]]

===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===
#[[A Start to Something Big]]

===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===
#[[Cancelled Project]]

===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===
#[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]
#[[Human Failure. (2200)]]

===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===
#[[Shannon's Third Law]]
#[[Tiffany's Third Law]]

===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===
#[[The Bounty Hunter]]
#[[Best Friends]]
#[[Fighting Love]]
#[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]
#[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]
#[[Blood Angel]]
#[[Deception]]
#[[Errors And Glitches]]
#[[Family Affair]]
#[[Family Life]]
#[[Favourite Parodies]]
#[[Lonely With The Ages]]
#[[Lying And Cheating!]]
#[[My Tutor]]
#[[Not Perfect]]
#[[Regret]]
#[[Secret Wishes]]
#[[Secretaries]]
#[[Shock]]
#[[Spanish Fly Virus]]
#[[Tennis, Anyone?]]
#[[The Lullaby]]
#[[The Package]]
#[[The Red Roses]]
#[[The Student]]
#[[The Temp]]
#[[The Visit]]
#[[Visiting The In-Laws]]
#[[A Nice Gesture]]
#[[Ever Lasting Smile]]
#[[Finding True Happiness]]
#[[Alive?]]
#[[The New Girl]]
#[[The Nurse]]
#[[Chase]]
#[[The First Time...]]
#[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]
#[[The Unwanted Gift]]
#[[Losing One's Self]]
#[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]
#[[Sitting On The Couch]]
#[[Can You Fix It?]]
#[[Ugly]]
#[[Finally]]
#[[Bad Dreams]]
#[[Apartment 7]]
#[[Married to a Machine]]
#[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]
#[[Remote Me]]
#[[Missing]]
#[[Roll With It]]
#[[Still Rolling]]
#[[Happy Easter]]
#[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]
#[[Testing, 1,2,3]]
#[[Why worry?]]
#[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]
#[[Cat Out of the Bag]]
#[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]
#[[I Did Astro's Mom]]
#[[The Lunch]]
#[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]
#[[Why?]]
#[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]
#[[The Car Crash]]
#[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]
#[[The Last Goodbye]]
#[[Across the street]]
#[[The Diva]]

===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===
#[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]
#[[To Love a Girl]]
#[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]
#[[Room 9 Surprise]]
#[[A Huge Add-On]]

===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===
#[[Mail-Order Aya]]
#[[Lusty Encore]]
#[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]
#[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]

===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===
#[[Tech Tutorial]]
#[[Salvaged Hardware]]
#[[Deadline]]

===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===
#[[Freak-World]]
##[[Mermaid Examination]]
##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]
##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]
##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]
##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]

===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===
#[[Lily's Story]]

==N==
===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===
#[[Scheduled Maintenance]]
#[[The Third Pew]]
#[[Therapy]]
#[[Pimp My Ride]]
#[[Working Late]]
#[[The Hammer]]
#[[Something Borrowed]]
#[[Doctor's Visit]]
#[[Strangers on a Plane]]
|
==O==
===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===
#[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]
#[[Technical Difficulties]]
#[[The Sex Coders]]

==P==
===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===
#[[Everything Old is New Again]]
#[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]
#[[Palindrome]]
#[[Solve for X]]
#[[Double Blind]]
#[[An Unexpected Modification]]

===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===
#[[Sarah Jones]]

===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===
#[[The Delivery]]

===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===
#[[Vickybot/Victoria]]
#[[The Rubdown]]
#[[Dyson Family Values]]

===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===
#[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]

===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===
*Unfinished tidbits
#[[Tronic Ella]]
#[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]
#[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]
#[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]
#[[Job Interview]]
#[[Project Titan]]

*Complete stories
#[[Prototype]]
#[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]
#[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]
#[[One in Six]]

*The ReVerse
#[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]
## Castle Mysteries [[Contessa Vampire Hunter]]
## Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]
## Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]
## Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collab with australopith)
## Contessa in [[Sick Day]]
#[[Doll And Her Teddy]]
#[[BoomBoom Bots]]
#* [[BoomBoom's Back]]
#[[My New PDA]]
# Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]

*Jamie's over
#[[Jamies out shopping]]
#[[Jamies night out]]

==Q==
===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===
#[[Can't Sleep]]
#[[Meanwhile]]
#[[The Encounter]]

==R==
===[[Stories/Rancid Insanity|Rancid Insanity]]===
#[[Waring Sisters]]
#[[Failura]]
#[[Ceres]]
#[[Christmas in Russia]]
#[[The Big Crazy Plan]]
#[[Suzie the Therapist]]
#[[The Phantom of the Factory]]
#[[Cassie]]
#[[Batman:Fembots]]
#[[The Mansion of Andrea]]
#[[Noura & Natalya]]
#[[Sync Wars]]

===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===
#[[Emi-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===
#[[Theives]]

===[[Stories/Robotman|Robotman]]===
*[[Story universe (Robotman)|Story universe]]
#[[Halloween Treat script]]
#[[The Mission]]
#[[H is for Heuristic]]
#[[36+1]]
#[[Soccer Mom Unit]]
#[[Kaitlin The Phonebot]]
#[[Tiffani]]
#[[CyberFem Park]]
#[[The Creation of my Robot Girlfriend]]
#[[Into the Faraday Cage]]
#[[Product Demonstration: CyberFem Model 500]]
#[[The New 700s at CyberFem Park]]
#[[Secretary Robot Maintenance Report]]
#[[Two Models: Pleasure Android Testing]]
#[[CyberFem Park Virtual Tour]]
#[[Outer Space Mayday Alert]]
#[[Audio Experiment 1: Secretary Fantasy]]
#[[Robot Monitoring Station: Undercover Androids]]
#[[Audio Experiment 2: Nerdy Scientist Fantasy]]
#[[Audio Experiment 3: Showing Off the New Sex Android]]
#[[CyberFem Park: Activation for a Guest]]
#[[The Android Industry Council]]
#[[Purchasing a Custom Robot from CyberFem Park]]
#[[Assembling a refurbished CyberFem Model 700 Robot]]
#[[Alien Android Abduction]]
#[[Picking up a Date at the Circuits Bar]]
#[[The Malfunctioning Girlfriend]]
#[[Like New]]
#[[Sexual Functionality Testing]]
#[[Beni Nascosti]]

===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===
#[[Fembot World]]
#[[A Night With Vanessa]]

===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===
#[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]

===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===
#[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]
#[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]
#[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]

===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===
#[[Phantom Doll]]

==S==
===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===
#[[Fixing Sable]]

===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===
#[[Autonomy]]
#[[Clichés]]
#[[Gift]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]

===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===
#[[Sarabot's First Story]]
#[[Sarabot's Second Story]]
#[[The Robotic Nurse]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade]]
#[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]
#[[The Cheerleader]]
#[[Disassemble Me]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]
#[[Kristen's Overhaul]]

===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===
#[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]

===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===
#[[A Most Unusual Party]]
#[[Futago no Shinami]]
#[[Sammy's Party]]
#[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]
#[[Crazy in the Heat]]
#[[After Hours]]

===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===
#[[Four Hours]]

===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===
#[[Abbott Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===
#[[Too Good To Be True]]

===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===
#[[Pixillate]]
#[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]
#[[Heather's Battery Failure]]

===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===
#[[Party Girls]]

===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===
#[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]

===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===
#[[The Truck Driver]]
#[[Another Time]]

===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===
#[[Aquaphobia]]
#[[Cheerleader]]
#[[Happy New Year]]
#[[New Roommate]]

===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===
#[[Functional•Sensual•You]]
#[[Protect and Severe]]

===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===
#[[Coming of Age]]
#[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===
#[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]
#[[A.I.L.A]]
#[[Blind Date]]
#[[Daydreaming]]
#[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]
#[[Medical Exam: A Short]]
#[[New Life]]
#[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]
#[[The Girlfriend]]
#[[The Heiress]]
#[[The Replacement]]
#[[The Roommate]]
#[[The Small Business Chronicles]]
##[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]
##[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]
##[[Off-season - The Motel]]
##[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]
##[[Slow day - The Cafe]]
##[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]
#[[The Stockroom]]
#[[The Teammate]]
"Spaz Studios Presents" anthology series:
#[[Fizzy Pop]]
#[[Substitute]]
#[[Forbidden Fruit]]
#[[The Uncanny Valley]]
#[[The Future Expo]]
Collaborations
#[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]
#[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]

===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===
#[[Late Night Maintenance]]
#[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]

===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===
#[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]
#[[Pleasurebot 8]]
#[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]

===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===
#[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]
#[[Mirror Image]]
#[[Extracted]]

===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===
#[[Afternoon Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===
#[[Bethany in Room B]]

===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===
#[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]
#[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]

==T==
===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===
#[[Chi City, 2152]]

===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===
#[[The Trade In]]
#[[Boy Meets... Girl?]]

===[[Stories/Teknophile|Teknophile]]===
#[[The Android Psychiatrist]]
#[[Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!]]
#[[At The Body Shop]]

===[[Stories/TheAlternative|TheAlternative]]===
#[[Corsetta]]

===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===
#[[The Quarry]]
#[[Swing Shift]]

===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===
#[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)
#[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)
#[[Hide and Seek]]
#[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)
#[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)
#[[Identity]] (Incomplete)
#[[EMOS - DSR: Prologue]]
#[[Back to BASIC]]
#[[A Contradiction of Life]]
#[[Friends Forever]]
#[[Liberty]]
#[[Seamless]]

===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===
#[[The Yard Sale]]
#[[Jumper...]]
*The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)
#[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]
*The "Momentary" Series (TheSpotConlon)
#[[The Moment When]]
#[[Ping]]
#[[The First Moment in Her Head]]
#[[The Moment in the Bar]]

===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===
#[[Through My Eyes]]
#[[New Garden]]
#[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]
#[[Down On The Farm]]

===[[Stories/Tom|Tom]]===
#[[The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)]]

===[[Stories/Tringa|Tringa]]===
#[[Otaku's Adventure]]

===[[Stories/TW|TW]]===
#[[Awake]]
#[[A Helping Hand]]
#[[Practice Run]]

===[[Stories/Tyrelayne|Tyrelayne]]===
#[[Deicide]]

==U==
===[[Stories/Unit-794Courtney|Unit-794Courtney]]===
#[[Coco's Convertion (Robot/Sexdoll/Forced TF Themes)]]

==V==

==W==
===[[Stories/warpgirl|warpgirl]]===
#[[Astromech Lust]]

===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===
#[[Nybble's Doctors Visit - Revisited]]
#[[Class C]]
#[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]
#[[Virus Alert]]
#[[Identity 2.0]]

===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===
#[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]
#[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]
#[[Bad Sportspersonship]]
#[[She Didn't Learn Her Lesson]]
#[[Alyssa Follows Her Directives]]
#[[Sorority Coup d'Etat]]
#[[Valentina Messes with her Tech]]
#[[April Showers]]

==X==
===[[Stories/XandiMouse|XandiMouse]]===
#[[The One]]

===[[Stories/Xavier Cecil|Xavier Cecil]]===
#[[Gecko of the Moment]]

===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===
#[[Synthgirls teaser]]
#[[Synthgirls]]
#[[The Hunted]]

==Y==

==Z==
===[[Stories/zapped!|zapped!]]===
#[[Girls Under Glass]]

===[[Stories/Zor|Zor]]===
#[[Darwin Accelerated]]

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=Collaborative efforts=
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===[[Follow your own plot]]===
*[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]
*[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]
*[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]
*[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]
*[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]
*[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]
*[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]
*[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]
*[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]
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===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===
#[[Create-A-Story 1]]
#[[Create-A-Story 2]]
#[[Create-A-Story 3]]
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===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===
*[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]
#[[The Makeover]]
#[[After The Makeover]]
#[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]
#[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]
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