At 4:56pm the phone rang. I was just about to check my email when I saw the caller ID. That area code. That number. Monique?
"Hello?" I answered.
"Chip?" came the response, in a familiar sexy soprano timbred voice.
"Speaking." I stated.
"It's Monique!" the voice chirped. It was her.
"Hi Monique, how's it goin'?" I asked.
"Oh, pretty good. I'm doing fine. How are you?"
"I'm the same. You know, doing fine and all that."
"Say, are you busy right now?"
I hesitated. Monique and I had not really talked much since we broke up. "Well, not too busy." I answered.
"Well, I'm in town, actually I'm pretty close to where you live."
"Really? The caller ID was from your house."
She didn't say anything for a while, then said "I'm pretty close to where you live."
"Do you need to see me?" I asked.
"Alright. Well, I guess I'll see you soon?" I said, not believing that she was in town. Call display never lies.
"Ok, see you soon." She said in her most cheerful voice.
I hung up. I didn't really want to talk to her. She must've been stoned out of her mind or something.
Then I heard the doorbell.
I looked through the peep-hole, and sure enough, there she was. I didn't want to appear rude, so I unlocked and opened the door.
"Hi Chip." she said, smiling.
"Long time no see?"
"Can I come in? I really need to talk to you."
"Sure, come on in." I stepped aside and motioned her to enter. She put another little smile on her face, and said "Thanks Chip."
I stepped back and looked her up & down as she entered. She was dressed and made up to the hilt, and was even in high heels. She looked gorgeous, more than she ever had before it seemed. She had let her dark red hair grow to the length It was when I met her.
Her sweater, skirt & nylons accentuated her curves, and she hadn't gained a pound it seemed. She wore some of the same things she wore when I was dating her though, nothing new.
"What brings you to town?" I asked, as we went to sit on the couch.
"I came to see you. I miss you."
"Well, we haven't really talked much since we went out, and that was a few years ago now."
"Do you still find me attractive?"
The question took me by surprise. She heaved her bust forward and put her hand on my thigh. I looked into her wide brown eyes. All this was bringing back way too many flashbacks.
Before I could answer she said "Let's have sex. I'm wearing those black satin panties you always loved."
I was taken right off guard. "Really?" I looked at her with puzzlement.
"Yeah... why don't you undress me."
Monique stood up, taking my hand and putting it on top of her skirt. I stood up too, removing my hand. She put her arms around me. She didn't smell drunk, in fact, she smelled good.
"I couldn't." I said, interrupting myself. "It wouldn't be right."
"Oh, come on, just one more time?" She rubbed her legs against mine, pulling my other hand to feel her thigh. "Don't you want to do it again?" She asked in a sexy voice. She started to kiss me.
I still couldn't do it. As gently as I could, I pushed her away and stood up, saying "Sorry, It's been too long to just rush into things."
Monique took a step back with a blank look on her face. She paused, with her mouth open as if she was about to speak.
"Are you ok?" I asked, concerned
After a second or two, she looked at me and said "Plan B."
"Plan B?" I repeated.
From out of her purse, she pulled a handgun on me, aiming at my chest.
"You will come with Me." she ordered.
"Where?" I asked, instinctively putting my hands up.
"Put your arms down. You must act as normally as possible, or I will kill you." She said, her eyes set and cold. I looked again at the gun, it's barrel making a direct line to my heart. I could feel cold beads of sweat on my forehead.
She continued "Go outside and get into the driver's side of the white car." She followed close behind as I exited the house, pulling the door shut behind us.
"Wait, I need my keys, they're upstairs." I said. Monique pushed the gun into my stomach.
"Get into the driver's side of the white car." she repeated.
I did as she ordered. She got into the passenger side, the gun always on me. The door seemed to shut itself after me.
"Look straight ahead and put your hands on the wheel." she said. After I had done that, she said aloud "Return to Base."
The car began to drive itself, throwing my hands from the wheel, and scaring the hell out of me. It went speeding down the road, North, on the way out of town.
"Where are we going?"
"Look straight ahead and put your hands on the wheel."
The car went speeding off towards the highway. It ran right through two red lights and several stop signs before merging into the sparse highway traffic. I could see people giving me the finger and getting cell phones out. I was hopeful that someone would call the police. I tried to make eye contact with some of the other drivers, but Monique was watching my eyes.
"Look straight ahead." she ordered again.
I glanced again at the gun, still on me, and stared out at the passing white lines. Fearing for my life, I became still, with my eyes straight ahead, my hands on the wheel. Neither of us spoke a word more.
The car drove itself speedily down the road for at least an hour, but no police cruiser ever appeared. Eventually, the car pulled over to the shoulder, but didn't slow down. I thought it was going off the road until I saw a large trailer standing still straight ahead.
Getting closer, I saw its back doors open and two ramps come out onto the road. The car steered itself right up the ramps and into the trailer, abruptly stopping once inside. The entire process took only a moment.
Monique put the gun in the glove compartment. Puzzled, I asked "Why did you do that?"
"I do not need a weapon to control you now." came her curt reply.
Looking in the rear view mirror, I saw that the trailer doors were closing slowly. The car's doors weren't locked. I released the seat belt and made a run for it.
So, however, did Monique. As I ran behind the car, she caught hold of my arm and pulled me down and back. I stumbled forward, outstretching my other arm to push her down. My hand hit her right in the jaw, and she went falling back. I was able to find my balance, and hurriedly I turned to go, but the doors were just then closed shut. I stopped, leaning up against the cold metal doors as I heard and felt the truck's engine start up.
Knowing I missed my chance at escape, I turned back to Monique, who had gotten up and was moving swiftly toward me. She looked as if she wore a mask. As she got closer, details sunk in; flashing lights, microchips and circuitry around those two big eyeballs. Just as she clutched my arm, I realized I was not looking at a mask, but behind Monique's face. This Monique was a robot.
I took a sharp breath, then heard the machine speak: "You will come with me." The words now even more emotionless. I looked over to see Monique's lovely face on the ground. The robot had no need to wear it now.
She led me past the car, its doors still open, to the front of the trailer. Pointing at a small door she said "Get in". Her head was pointed in my direction. Her mouth was attached to her face, as I could see the speakers that emitted her voice at the back of a deep recess. There were even vents where the nose would be. Becoming impatient, the robot strengthened its grip on my arm and repeated louder "Get in!"
I did as she said.
Inside was living quarters - a bed in the center and another compartment on the right, probably a washroom. I crawled inside with Monique's duplicate close behind.
Once in, there was enough room to stand up. The robot shut the door behind us and released my arm. We stood at our distance for a while, our eyes locked. A very awkward silence fell, but I could just hear what at first sounded like a Gameboy. I listened for a while, and over the rumble of the diesel engine, I could hear the sounds of short, randomly pitched tones, emanating from different parts of her head. They seemed to match the blinking lights. I wondered what their purpose was.
Otherwise, I was amazed by the realness of the copy. It looked, sounded and even smelled like Monique. I didn't suspect a thing. I wondered what the hell was going on.
Now, for some reason I was a bit less afraid. I actually felt aroused, though the sensation seemed out of place to say the least.
"Is the real Monique alright?" I asked.
"Unknown." was the reply.
"What do you mean? You have to tell me." I insisted.
"The human I was constructed to resemble is not being monitored."
"You must've kidnapped her too, to make such a perfect copy. I demand to know if she's alright."
"The data specific to my construction was read from your brain."
I couldn't believe it. "My god, you... you read my brain?"
"I am not programmed for that function."
"Well, someone did. Who's responsible for this?"
"Every detail necessary to construct me was readily available within your organic memory. The human I was constructed to resemble is not being monitored."
"How many people do you monitor?" I was curious.
"I am not programmed for that function."
"No, I mean whoever made you."
The robot stood motionless for about five seconds, then said again "The data specific to my construction was read from your brain."
I decided to drop the subject, but continued asking "Well, why did you kidnap me?"
There was a brief pause, then she went on "Reference..... kidnap.... Sperm is required to grow a new human."
"That's why you look like Monique." I muttered to myself. The robotic Monique hadn't moved at all since closing the door and dropping its arms to the sides.
I sat down on the bed. Monique continued standing, flashing and beeping. "What the fuck kind of kidnapping is going on here?" I mumbled, slowing my breathing. Still, I could feel myself getting less scared, and a lot more horny. I had to adjust my fly a bit. Monique did have a sexy body, and it was reproduced flawlessly in front of me. I certainly did not have a fear of technology, in fact I've often fantasized about making love to a female robot. It sure did open possibilities.
"You want my sperm?" I asked.
"Yes" she answered.
"Well, why don't you sit here beside me?"
The robot did as I suggested, sitting right up against me. She turned her opened head again to me, and said "My face mask is not attached. Will that be a problem for you?" Those computerized tones could be heard clearly now, constantly beeping to the flashing of those little coloured lights.
"No, that's ok. You still look sexy." I said, putting my arm around her shoulder. Her hand found mine, and I began to feel her up. The realness was astounding. I paused for a second, hearing Monique's synthesized heavy breathing.
She clutched her clinging black sweater and took it off, dropping it on the floor. The sight of the robot doing this made my cock instantly hard. I got into a better position on the bed.
Monique, without a word, went on to remove her skirt & heels. Her black bra, garter and stockings matched the panties she mentioned earlier. She then laid herself in the center of the bed, I straddled her, but didn't start undressing, as I found the inside of the compartment chilly.
I placed my hands on her tits, those fabulous big tits that were always so perky. In machine form they seemed artificially so, even under the satin bra. I instructed her to take it off. She arched her back slightly and unhooked the bra, then slipping it off her arms and tossing it to the side. Under my fingertips, her nipples began to grow erect, and the breathing sounds became overtly sexy.
"You're such a perfect duplicate. It's amazing." I told her.
She only elaborated her breathing routine in reply.
I placed a hand on her crotch, and felt it quiver in reflex. I thought of her what her thoughts would be like, or more accurately, what her CPU was doing. I wondered where it was. I asked her "Is your CPU inside your head?"
"My primary processors are located here" she said, pointing between and slightly above her breasts. My vaginal unit contains a separate processor."
Her hands started to undo my fly. I started to pull her panties down, she assisted by raising her butt off the bed.
"You must be some complex machine." I said.
"You would probably not comprehend the technology." she remarked, pulling my dick towards her pussy.
I halted her, saying "Nothing funny will happen to me if I fuck you, will it?"
"If you do not give me your sperm, I will kill you." she emitted from her speakers.
"Ahh, shit. You really know how to spoil the mood." I complained, losing my erection, and fast. Pulling myself to the side of the bed, I pulled my now limp dick back into my pants. The sound of the truck seemed to come roaring back.
Without moving her arms, Monique sat up and said "You will comply." I jumped back as the robot came at me again, slower this time.
Before she had a chance to grab me, I took hold of her arm and swung her as hard as I could against the nearby metal wall. She seemed to hop back from it, trying to keep balance. Quickly I kicked her from behind with my heel, as high up her back as I could.
It wasn't a very powerful kick but it sent the machine back up against the wall. I body-checked it back a third time, and heard it try to speak. The words weren't clear, and the voice sounded digitally distorted. Grabbing its head from behind, I smashed the robot against the textured metal again and again, until I had almost worn out my arm. All the while it's voice becoming more and more distorted.
Still talking, it began to twitch violently. I backed off, and watched it turn slowly around 540° and fall face first to the ground. As it struggled to get up, I jumped up and landed on its back. I stepped back and stomped repeatedly over where she had pointed out her CPU. Seeing it stop moving and settle down, I kicked its head until it was only attached by tubes and sparking wires.
I sat down on the bed, catching my breath, keeping an eye on the half naked machine. It only dawned on me then that I had no plan of escape further than this. Then I remembered the gun. The robot had put it in the glove compartment. I sprang to my feet and went out to get it.
The trailer was colder than the compartment, and dark. It was lighted before. I found my way over to the car, its doors still open. Sure enough, there was the gun.
It wasn't heavy enough to be made of metal. I wondered if it was even real. I couldn't really tell, so I headed back to that compartment. About half way back, I paused. Something made me go back and get the robot's face, probably just curiosity. It had lights blinking on the inside, too.
Once I got into the well lit bedroom, I examined the gun. It was fake, though not a toy. It looked just like a real handgun, except there were no moving parts.
So much for that idea.
I looked closely at the facial mask. It was heavier than the gun. It was like a rubber mask with a mechanical jaw attached. There were little connectors protruding from spots around it, to connect to the head.
The skin on it was frighteningly real. Tiny hairs, blemishes, everything was exactly like Monique's face. I threw it onto the robot's back, then the fake gun with it.
So now what? I was locked in a trailer, probably driving itself, bound for who knows where, with a busted mechanical copy of an ex-girlfriend, that tried to kill me.
I tried to think why someone, or something possessive of a technology so advanced as to read peoples' minds, would want me for my sperm. It was unsettling. It didn't make any sense.
The massive trailer continued to roll down the highway. I could only hope that it would stop sooner or later, but even if it did, how would I get out? It seemed I was completely in the hands of my captors.
Perhaps I had made things worse by wrecking Monique's duplicate? What if she was the only one that could control this truck? The more I thought of it, the more uneasy I felt. I imagined the worst scenario, in which the truck would eventually hit a wall or go off the road. I had to find a way out.
I thought of the phone call I received just before I was abducted. There must be a phone around. I went out again to search the car sitting in the back of the trailer box. There was nothing more in the glove compartment. I felt around under the floor, and found her purse. I couldn't see what was in it, so I put it under my arm and continued searching.
Satisfied that nothing else remained inside, I tried to open the trunk. It was locked.
The hood would not open either, so I went back to the room to look through the purse.
Inside were ID, credit cards, and the usual items. Everything seemed to be an exact copy, including a photo ID that I know Monique had lost while we were dating.
A zippered compartment contained a coiled up connecting cable, about a dozen flash memory cards and two spare eyes, with connectors at the back.
I didn't find a phone, and I realized that the robot probably sent the phone signal from her head or something like that.
Leaning over now, I also realized the truck was slowing down. Gradually, it came to a halt, the engine still running. I listened and could hear the sound of the rear doors opening. Was it the police? My captors? I didn't move.
I heard someone climb into the trailer, then call out my name, "Chip?".
"In here" I called back, after a little pause.
"You might as well come out now." came a reassuring female voice in response.
I sat up and made my way out of the chamber, dropping the purse and glancing again at the unmoving, damaged machine that had masqueraded as Monique. The lights were on again inside the trailer. There were no police, just a tall slender blonde woman. She was dressed like a truck driver, albeit an extremely beautiful one.
"My name is Cindy." She spoke again in a pleasant tone. "Those optical units you saw can fire a powerful energy beam at a focused point, causing almost anything to burn." she continued. "I have a pair like them. They're in my head right now."
It took me a moment to grasp what she was saying. She’s a robot, too!
"Please, Chip, don't make me use them on you." She added.
"What do you people want from me?" I asked, feeling the hope flee my body.
"I'm sorry, I'm not programmed with that information." She explained. "I am programmed only to bring you to your destination."
"Who made you?" I asked.
Cindy smiled, and said, "I don't have any more information, otherwise, I'd let you know. What I can tell you, is that we're not at our destination yet."
I began to feel angry, but still afraid of Cindy.
"Now, don't worry about what you did to Monique, there's another one in the trunk of this car." She said, as the trunk popped open. "Come over here and see." she invited.
I went over and took a look. Cindy stood smiling at me as I examined the trunk's contents. Cushioned by fitted foam were all the pieces of another Monique robot.
I looked again at Cindy, her face grinning back to me. "I have to make sure you don't escape. Can you put her together?" she requested.
"Do I have a choice?" I asked.
"Please, Chip, I don't want to activate my anger subroutines. I am being nice to you because I know humans can become frightened." said the robot, not realizing the absurdity of its statement.
"How do I put it together?" I asked.
Cindy rolled her eyes back, sighed and said "Everything clicks together. Just put the legs on the floor and add parts from there."
I picked up one of the legs, which were bent at the knee, and ended at the top of the thigh. The leg felt so real, it gave me the creeps. I straightened it up and put its foot on the floor. It managed to stay standing by itself.
The other leg came out the same way, but I put it on the wrong side of the other one. Cindy snickered, putting her hand up to her mouth.
"They programmed you with humor?" I commented as I placed the right leg where it belonged.
"Yeah." Came her breathy reply.
I went back to the trunk to fetch the hips. This robot, too, was built anatomically correct. The contrast of naked female genitalia and electronic connecting parts brought my erection back.
"Your girlfriend was beautiful." Cindy said.
"Do you know if the real Monique is alright?" I asked her.
"I am not programmed with that information." She said blankly, as I attached the hips to the legs. They clicked in immediately, leaving only faint lines where the plastic skin connected.
I felt the urge to continue the conversation, so as I grabbed the torso, I asked Cindy "Are you built like this robot?"
"Yeah, but Monique has bigger boobs and a bigger bum." she pointed out. "I'm taller, and I'm connected to the primary device."
"What's that?" I queried, as the torso clicked into position, yet another pair of perky plastic tits hanging out in front of me.
"All units are connected to the primary device." She relayed, leaning up against the car.
Her statement conjured up Borg-type images to me. I began to feel a lot more hopeless and desperate. I paused for a while, staring alternately at Cindy and a half built robotic Monique.
Maybe I should just go with the flow?
"You are not yet finished assembling Monique." Cindy complained.
"If I let you people have my sperm, will you let me go?" I asked, then picked up an arm out of the trunk.
"You are on the wrong side." She said, still smiling.
I looked at her, a question forming in my mouth until she pointed to the arm and said "It connects on this side."
"Oh." I half-said.
The cute blonde robot continued to smile at me. Had I pressed on, I probably wouldn't have gotten an answer from her anyway.
I snapped the arm into place, then did the same with the left arm.
"Almost done!" Cindy beamed.
I gave an awkward smirk, and got the final piece. The head lay face down in the center, the scalp covered by a black plastic wrapping. I turned it round, and sure enough, there was Monique again, her mouth and eyes closed. I connected it to the neck. I half expected the robot to spring to life, but it didn't.
"Aren't you going to remove the wrapping?" asked Cindy.
"How?" I retorted.
"Here," she said, stepping forward and pulling a small tab from the base of the wrap. "I'll do it."
The wrap came off and long red hair came falling down around Monique's head.
"I'll activate her for you" said Cindy as she discarded the wrapping to the floor.
Instantaneously, Monique's eyes opened, and a few short beeps came from within her body.
Cindy said "Monique is almost ready to receive your sperm. She is in default mode right now, but she can be programmed with all the information the other one was programmed with."
"Could you not do that?" I asked.
"Why? Wouldn't you like Monique to be like the girl you used to know?" She asked, a puzzled look on her face.
"That's exactly the point." I said. "This is not the real Monique. It's just a machine." I stated.
"So am I, but you seem to like me." responded Cindy.
"Like you? How could I have feelings for a machine, like I can for a real person?"
The robot paused for a moment, then grinned and said "Well, I can be programmed to be just like a real person. I am presently only programmed for limited emotional behavior. Monique can be programmed any way you desire."
"Well, I don't think it's right that you made copies of Monique."
Cindy giggled again, and began to make her way out of the trailer, saying "I have to continue our journey. Don't worry, it won't take a long time."
With that, she opened a door and hopped out of the trailer, locking the doors behind her. I turned my attention back to the robot I had just put together. She stood perfectly still, and stared out straight ahead.
I wondered just how long our trip would be, as the truck revved up and started again down the highway. I was caught off my balance, but the third Monique kept it's balance with ease.
I headed back to the bedroom at the front of the trailer. As I approached, I heard the robot walking behind me. I glanced to see it pacing toward me, with stiff and fluid motions, clearly acting mechanically. Monique's face was void of emotion, staring blankly ahead as she followed me inside.
I sat down on the bed, and this Monique did what the other had done. It just stood there, only its face was attached, and there were no beeping sounds. I looked again at the previous model, lying wrecked on the floor.
I cautiously stood up again, and pointing to the damaged robot told Monique "I'm going to put that thing outside, ok?"
"Yes." The voice that came back in reply was not Monique's, but that of a speech synthesizer. Hell, I had a program on my PC that sounded better.
She stared straight ahead at the wall as I stooped down to pick up the other robot. It was surprisingly light, although due to the restricted space of the bedroom, it wasn't too easy to move. Eventually, I got it outside the door, pushing it over to the side. I flung the face mask and fake gun out there, too.
I closed the door and went to lay on by the back. I took a deep breath and tried to adjust as best I could.
The naked body of the robot kept my eye, still unmoving, waiting for a command, it occurred to me.
"Come lie down next to me." I ordered, not knowing how to respond. I hoped that this copy wasn't as bent on killing me as the other one was.
Monique didn't reply, but did as I had told her, moving methodically and stiffly to my side. On the bed, she lay just as still as she had stood, her arms rigid at her sides.
"So, you can take my sperm?" I asked, leaning up on one arm.
"I am not programmed for sex." came the reply in her synthesized voice.
"Well, how am I supposed to give you my sperm?" I said.
"Insert sexual programming key."
"Insert sexual programming key." She repeated. Before I could ask how, she moved her hand toward her chest. A small rectangular panel protruded from the skin above her breasts. With machine-like movements, she removed the panel and held it off to the side.
In the opening were several ports and plugins, even a numeric keypad. Still staring at the ceiling, Monique repeated "Insert sexual programming key."
I noticed there were lights flashing next to some small thin slots. They looked the right size to hold those memory cards I had seen in her purse earlier.
"I get it." I said out loud as I got up and fetched the purse. I laid the cards out on the bed, and sat down next to the robot.
All the cards looked the same. there were ten cards, but only three slots.
"Which one is it?" I asked.
Monique only repeated "Insert sexual programming key."
I took one at random, and slipped it into a slot. It didn't go in all the way.
Nothing happened. Monique did not move. I took the card out and put it back in, facing the other way around. This time, the lights stopped flashing, and the robot said "Do you wish to activate personality?"
"Yes" I answered.
"Personality added. Remove key." she said, in Monique's sweet voice. Immediately, she began to appear more human, by blinking and moving in other minor ways. I tried the next card, and she asked "Do you wish to activate Plan A?"
I thought about that, as I looked at the robot's emotionless face.
"No, I don't think It's that one." I said, taking out the memory card and placing it aside. I picked up another and tried my luck.
"Do you wish to activate flirting?" Monique asked.
"Yes" I said.
"Flirting added. Remove key." she instructed.
I put in another one. "Do you wish to activate Plan C?" She asked. Without a word, I removed it and tried the next.
"Do you wish to activate sexual programming?"
"Yes" I said. again, she said "Sex added. Remove key.
The rest of the keys were more plans. Quite a lot of trouble to go through for some sperm. An elongated silence fell. I thought about it a bit and decided I'd turn off the personality.
I guessed right and put the personality card in again.
"Do you wish to deactivate personality?" She asked.
"Yes." I replied.
"Personality removed. Remove key." she said, again in that computerized voice, her plastic and metal body stiffened.
I was feeling more relaxed now, perhaps since I felt I had at least a measure of control. The thought of this kidnapping turning out to be some kind of strange sexual escapade was even somewhat amusing.
After putting the memory cards back in the purse, I placed the purse on the floor and turned my full attention to the robot. I decided to let my filthy mind, and my fingers wander. I played with her plastic breasts, looking into the open panel above them.
"Can you take your face-mask off?" I asked.
The machine replied "Yes," and with her other hand, detached the face, holding it off to the other side. The way she looked beneath struck me as beautiful.
There were far fewer lights blinking, only three. Her two glass eyeballs were painted to perfection, with little veins and everything. The machinery around them reminded me of some campy fembots I had seen on tv. There were lots of microchips and transistors on circuit boards, a few wires, and lots of other odd looking features.
Now I was ready to give the robot my sperm. I straddled her, gazing excitedly at the opened chest and head. Still holding the coverings, she lay there motionless as I again undid my fly. This time, the fears I had had before didn't even occur to me.
I put my fingers on Monique's familiar, but now synthetic vagina. It was already quite moist.
Finding myself thinking about the what lay beneath the skin, I asked her, "Does your pussy have its own processor?"
"Yes," she again replied. I slid my hard dick into her pussy and got on top of her. I started pushing in and out, the robot matching my hip thrusts. Moving machine-like, she got a rhythm going, but didn't do much else.
I was turned on so much by fucking that robot that it didn't take long at all for me to climax. When I did, the hope that I would be released returned as I filled her up with semen.
"Please remove your penis." she said, startling me.
I thought "I better do what it says", and pulled away quickly. Two metal covers emerged from the edges of her vagina and sealed it up. Good thing I wasn’t in there!
I leaned up next to her and waited to see what she would do next. She didn't do anything else. Feeling aroused still, I wanted to play with her for a while, but I felt suddenly dizzy.
I started to try to tell her to move her arm, so I could lay down, but found I was passing out. Luckily, I managed to do this on the bed, more or less on top of the robot.
For a minute or two, I was still conscious, but hearing voices. They were undistinguishable, and seemed to echo louder and louder, until they began pounding on my eardrums, though I knew the sound wasn't real. I became sick, and lost consciousness.
I awoke in a daze. When I did, I thought I was in my own bed. My head was pounding like it was Jan 1, 2000, and that's probably what woke me. I moved my leg over to get out of bed, and that's when I remembered where I was.
Slowly, I opened my eyes. The light inside the compartment only made my head hurt more. I felt hung over, but I had not been drinking. The smell of vomit hit me, as my eyes focused on my shirt. I had made quite a mess out of myself. I looked over at the artificial woman beside me, her face and chest still open, the panels held out in her arms. I had to close my eyes again, as the light just seemed too bright. I thought a bit about where I was, and realized I heard no truck engine. In fact, the only thing I heard was the sound of my movements.
I zipped up my fly and sat up on the bed. I tried talking to the robot. She didn't respond. The lights had stopped blinking in her face and in her chest. I put a hand on her crotch, trying to get a response, but none came.
"Monique?" I called in a dry rasp. I coughed and cleared my throat. I needed something to drink.
The robot did not respond at all, it seemed it had been shut off.
With what little strength I had, I stood up and made my way out of the compartment. The rest of the trailer had again been darkened, and I found myself stumbling along in darkness. My sense of balance was so off, that I found myself drawn swiftly to a wall, which turned out to be the cold steel floor. While on the floor, I saw a crack of light around the doors. I sat up and tried to get my head together. I couldn't think clearly. I seemed not to be so afraid, actually turned on by the robotic women I had met. There was just something about them that made me horny. Yet, I was being held prisoner by them. I wanted freedom more.
Although I was in great pain now, and very weak, I got up and walked around the car to the other end of the trailer. When I reached it, I didn't expect the door to budge at all, but it opened.
The daylight was bright outside. I had been passed out overnight, at least. The first thing I saw outside was the other robot, Cindy. She looked as if she was in the process of unlocking the other door, but she wasn't moving. For a moment, I just stared at her, waiting for her to do something. When it became clear that she wouldn't respond, I slowly crawled out of the trailer. It felt good to be back on solid ground.
"Cindy?" I tried to get her attention. She remained motionless, her hands on the trailer's locks, her face still smiling.
I looked around me. There were no other vehicles around. A lot of road was visible up to the horizon, but there wasn't a single other car in sight. This rural highway had never seemed so dead.
I didn't wait any longer for Cindy to respond. I started walking back towards town. With luck, I'd be able to stop the next car and ask for a ride.
I turned back to look at Cindy one more time. The jeans she wore showed off her flawless body. The fact that she was a robot gave me an erection. The urge to go feel her up hit me, but I knew I had to keep moving. I just couldn't trust those machines. This was my only chance at freedom.
The longer I walked along the shoulder, the more I realized that the road truly was dead. After walking for about 10 minutes, it really began to bother me how quiet the area was. It looked to be about noon, and regardless of what day of the week it was, there should have been cars.
Stopping to rest, I looked back at the trailer. It didn't look as though it had moved, its rear door still open. I could barely see the blonde robot still standing outside. I looked around me. There was a farmhouse in the distance, down an unpaved road. Not a single vehicle had gone by, so I made my way toward the house.
It was warm enough to take off my vomit soaked shirt, which was very odd, because it was February. I was feeling physically ill, and extremely weak. I had no idea why I felt that way. From the moment I ejaculated, I had felt sick. The last time I felt this way was when I had an extremely bad flu. It defied explanation. The robotic women obviously had something to do with it.
Who had made them? Who could make them? Such technology was years away. I knew because I like to keep up with that kind of news. From what I had seen of them, the robots could be connected to any computer. I had even seen a USB port in the panel above Monique's breasts. I wished I owned such a computer.
Near exhaustion, I walked closer to the red brick farmhouse. The sun beat down from high above my head. I was getting hot and more thirsty, but I had to make it to the house. My legs became numb, and I seemed to be floating along above them as I kept on my pace. My heart soon felt as if it would beat out of my chest.
Somehow, I made it. The last few metres were the longest part. I collapsed on the hard concrete steps of the house, and drew a few sharp, burning breaths. I was puzzled at what had made me so weak. I hadn't even the strength to lift my head off the step. I stared at the clear blue sky above, barely hearing the footsteps approaching.
A silhouetted figure appeared in my vision, a soothing female voice called to me, though I couldn't make out what she said.
Again, I passed out.
When I awoke, I was in unfamiliar but much better circumstances. I had been bathed and left in a king sized bed. A cool breeze blew through the open window. I felt rested, and only a tad groggy.
I sat up and realized I was not wearing any clothes, so I pulled out a sheet and wrapped it around myself as I stood. The night air was fresh and clean, and brought all my senses back to me. I went to go find and thank my host.
I didn't have to look far. I made my way down a staircase and found her in the kitchen, preparing a meal.
"Hello." I said, in a shaky voice.
"Oh, hi." She said, turning to me. She was a cute brunette, rather young looking.
"Thank you for bathing me." I said. "My name is Chip."
"I'm Jen." she said with a shy smile. "You were in terrible condition, what happened to you?" she asked.
"I.. I really don't know." I said as I came into the room and sat down at the table.
"Well, I'm just finishing supper now. We can talk about it over dinner."
"Sounds good." I said, noticing the table was set for two.
Jen was soon finished making supper, which turned out to be some sort of gumbo. I gladly finished off a bowl as fast as I could.
Through supper, we talked. She told me she worked alone on the farm. I was impressed. She seemed so young, and to handle all of the work herself, seemed talented, if not gifted.
I told her of my kidnapping, fembots and all. She seemed only concerned with the fact that I had been taken against my will. The strange technology of the female robots didn't phase her at all.
As we finished eating, a silence fell. We shared glances into each other's eyes. Jen looked beautiful, and smiled at me in a shy kind of way. Then she struck a new conversation.
"You have a nice body" she told me.
"Why, thanks." I replied, taken aback slightly.
She took my hand, and stroking it, said, "Will you sleep with me tonight?"
I didn't really know what to say. My silence made her pull her arm off the table and look away.
"I think you're very pretty." I said, trying to salvage the moment.
She looked back at me and said in a low voice "I haven't had a man in a long time." Her deep blue eyes met mine again.
She was pretty. No super model, but a very attractive girl, with a sweet, trusting personality.
"Well, why don't you sit on my lap, and we'll talk about what pop's up." I said, using my lamest pick-up line.
A smile lifted her face as she got up, saying "Let's go to my bedroom."
She led me by the hand back up the stairs and into the room where I had awakened. Once inside, she gave me a long kiss, with plenty of tongue. I placed my hands on her breasts, then began to unbutton her shirt. She smiled and at the same time undid my toga. The sheet fell to the floor, and she tossed her shirt on top. She turned around and pulled her shorts down, wiggling her bum seductively at me.
"Tell me I'm beautiful." She said.
"You are beautiful." I responded.
She kicked off her shorts and sat down on the bed, making her way to the center. There she lay wearing a bra and panties, saying "Come and get me."
Already naked, I got onto the bed in front of her. We held and caressed each other's as we kissed. Her hair was fragrant and soft. Her mouth was sweet and wet.
Jen undid her bra, and let it fall off the edge of the bed. Her tits were well shaped and perky. I kissed down her neck, finding my way down to her breasts. She sighed deeply in pleasure, fondling my buns with her fingertips.
She took my penis in her hand and began to stroke it. I could feel it swelling. She put her mouth around it, and proceeded to give me the best blow job I ever had. We got into a more reclined position as I started to come. She licked and sucked until I let my load loose, and she even swallowed it.
I laid her down into the pillows for some more action. She assisted by pulling off her panties. It wasn't long before my cock was hard again, and I teased her clit with it, rubbing my tip up against it before letting it slide in. She moaned. Her vagina was moist and tight. We thrust our hips together, making love as the night's breeze blew through the room. Harder and faster we pushed until I came again, and we held each other's for a few long moments.
"That was heavenly." Jen said as she slowed her breathing.
"It certainly was." I said, reclining beside her on the bed.
She took my hand and said "I hope you don't think I'm slutty because of this."
"Of course not." I said, as I was left with that impression anyway. She was not stupid, though.
We talked for a bit, holding each other's in the night. Eventually we fell asleep.
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of birds singing. The sun was bright in the window. I was alone.
The sound of boots walking came through the door. I waited as it got nearer. Then, through the door came someone else, a tall, sexy black-haired woman dressed in a tight black body suit. She strutted toward me in a strange but familiar way, like a machine. It was another fembot.
I jumped out of bed and tried to escape it, but it's reflexes were far superior to mine, and it caught me by the neck.
"Who are you?" I just managed to say, as the robot tightened her grip. She stared at me with dead, glass eyes, then turned her head around 180 degrees. She walked backwards out of the house, dragging me naked down the staircase and out the door.
Outside was a large silver metallic sphere, almost as big as the house. At first I didn't see what it was, just the reflections on its surface. There was an opening in the side, into which the robot threw me. The interior was also silver, and highly reflective. There were no discernible features around.
I looked out of the sphere to see the fembot return to the house. I tried to escape, but was met by what can only be described as a force field around the door. I could not pass through it.
It didn't take long for the robot to return. She was carrying Jen in the same way she had carried me. I could see Jen struggling with the machine as it threw her into the sphere, on top of me.
The doorway vanished instantly. Jen, wearing only a towel, looked around, confused. I was also confused, but now felt regret at involving another person in my ordeal.
"What's happening?" Jen cried.
I tried not to lose my hope, although it was fading quickly. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just held onto Jen. She hung on to me tightly as the metallic sphere started moving at high speed.
"I think we're in trouble" I eventually said.
Jen looked around her, like a frightened animal. "Chip," she said, her voice quivering, "what's happening?"
"I don't know, but this is bad, very bad." I said.
"There has to be a way out!" she said, standing. "Let us out!" she yelled.
The spherical craft was accelerating, and the force eventually brought Jen back down to the floor with me.
"I don't think there is any chance of escape." I told her, telling her again of my previous encounter with the robots. "Two naked humans don't have much of a fighting chance against them."
"What are we gonna do?" she said.
"We can't do much." I said. "We'll have to hope they show us mercy." Jen's eyes started to water. "I'm so sorry I got you into this mess, Jen."
The two of us held on to each other, covered by the towel as the craft continued gaining speed. After a moment it felt like an elevator at double speed, and only got faster. I couldn't lift my arms, and was pinning Jen against me with them. A low hum that had been present in the background got louder and higher. I had never experienced such pressure.
The pressure kept building, until it suddenly felt like it was reversing. My eyes had been closed much of the time, and I opened them to see walls start to glow with a bluish tint. The pressure eased quickly after that. Both of us had tears streaming down our faces. My ears popped.
After a long time of pain, the deafening hum in the background diminished, and the lack of pressure turned then into a lack of gravity. Soon, we were weightless. I could see disbelief on Jen's face. I could not believe it either, and I couldn't tell if the craft was still moving or not. The two of us floated around, stunned by the feeling.
"I think we're in space." Jen said.
"Leaving the Earth would have left us in rougher shape than we're in." I said.
The brightness in the room quickly dimmed, as the walls became transparent. There were stars everywhere. Some gravity came back in an instant, jarring my stomach. We were floating above a darkened surface. I turned around, and gasped out loud. Jupiter was behind me. Although I didn't see a red spot, Its cloud markings were unmistakable. I took Jen's hand and pointed to the giant planet.
She also gasped. "Where are we?"
"That looks like Jupiter." I said.
"How did we get to Jupiter?" she said sounding upset.
A circular opening appeared suddenly in the floor in front of us. We could see someone standing one floor beneath the surface. In a happy voice, the young looking girl called to us, "You may step down the ladder provided. Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you."
Jen looked at me. I shrugged and went down the ladder. It looked rather pointless not to do so. Jen quickly made up her mind to follow, wrapping the towel around herself again.
The ladder was made of half inch metal bars, and was painful to climb down in the nude. My feet were happy to reach the floor. Jen lost the towel as she clung to the bare ladder. As soon as she was off the ladder she put it on again, blushing.
"Hello, I'm Sally." She said, in a cheer-leader kind of way, chewing on a wad of gum. She was a sexy blonde with loose curls and an extremely exaggerated figure. Her tightly fitting body-suit was red. I made the conclusion that she was also a machine.
"Oh my God." Jen blurted out as we took in the view. We stood right in the middle of a massive room. A room that spanned for miles in each direction, yet had a low ceiling. It was only a metre above my head. There were an uncountable number of box-like structures, separated by lanes in a block pattern. A doorway and a number decorated each unit. Everything was in white and a silver metal colour. Everything, except all the people moving busily about. They all wore tight, shiney body-suits. They were all young looking females.
I was in disbelief. I had never seen so many sexy women before. I was the only male in sight. Jen was shocked, her mouth agape.
They walked around the crowded lanes, pairing up and facing each other. They would stand still for a few moments, then move on to another woman and do the same. No one spoke. The faint sound of mechanical and electronic activity was all there was to hear.
Sally broke the silence, saying "We are currently orbiting the planet Jupiter 1,427,086 kilometers above the cloud cover, as a moon, to avoid detection from Earth. I'm an interface for the Primary Device, so I know everything."
"You can't know everything." Jen argued.
"But I do know everything!" Sally replied, acting like a ditz.
"What's this primary device?" I asked, hoping I would get a straight answer.
"Follow me. I'll tell you." She said smiling, turning and walking down a clear lane between the white rectangular buildings and gathering women. Jen and I followed as Sally strutted forward like a model, making very fluid motions. She continued, "The Primary Device was manufactured by a group of three humans, Dan Albenbuck, Lonita Feregé, and Herb Niltun.The Primary Device was constructed by Dr. Albenbuck and Mr. Niltun, who had robot fetishes. They built the unit to resemble a female human, and made it to be very appealing to male human sexuality. Dr. Feregé,who designed the operating system and the software, believed that women should seek separation from men in order to fully develop their potential as human beings."
We turned down a corner and walked toward a large, white, square building. Unlike the other buildings around, it had steps in front. The three of us made our way past dozens of gorgeous young women. Girls wearing all shades of hair, and body-suits in base colours. The
sight of it all was very arousing.
"Do you want to hear more?" asked Sally.
"Yeah" I said, not really taking in all of what she said.
"Once the Primary Device was activated, it executed its artificial intelligence programming and became a sentient being."
I was amazed that this could happen in the year 2000. "How long ago was that?" I asked.
Sally popped her chewing gum and replied "Oh, that was such a long time ago, back in 2116."
I stopped in my tracks saying aloud, "No...that can't be."
Jen stopped too, saying "That's years from now."
Sally turned around with a grin on her face, and said "If you desire it, we can alter your brain so that it can understand time travel."
I looked at Jen, who was just as speechless as I was. The offer scared me a bit. I wished the robots would return me to my own time, before any of this started. I also felt excited, in a way, to be where I was. The inhabitants certainly were nice on the eyes. I wondered how Jen felt.
Jen shook her head, and said "Oh my God, you're not doing anything to my brain!" She grabbed my hand and came nearer to me.
Sally reassured us. "We won't alter you in any way without your consent." The bimbo smiled at us, snapping the gum between her teeth.
"Please follow me" She said after a few moments went by. She led us up the staircase of the big building. There were two fembots guarding the entrance, one on each side. They were like the one that had thrown me and Jen into the spacecraft. They were in fact, the same woman. Both had the exact same straight, neatly trimmed black hair, cropped at the neck. The face was average, but attractive. At attention, they were completely motionless.
The foyer of the building appeared sealed to the rest of it. The same white and silver look was here, too. I couldn't help but think of cheesy tv scenes of heaven. The only real feature in the room was a ladder from its low ceiling and another circular hole in the floor.
"We need to scan your memory now. Follow me." Sally said to me, smiling as she turned and went down the ladder. I looked behind me to see the two black-suited fembots robotically marching into the room to ensure we would follow.
"Oh shit..." Jen said again, heading for the ladder. I followed.
The room below was like the one above, only bigger. There were several white padded tables in narrow rows. "Please, get on a table." Sally said to us, blowing and popping a cherry smelling bubble of gum.
"I thought you already did that?" I asked.
"Well, that was after we did it." she said, rolling her eyes. "From your perspective, we haven't actually done it yet."
"What?" Jen asked.
"Don't worry about it, Jen." Sally said to her.
"How do you know my name?" Jen asked.
Sally laughed like a schoolgirl. "Please, get on a table. Please remove your towel, Jen.", she said, looking to her again.
"How do you know my name?" Jen demanded, while taking off the towel, and letting it drop to the floor.
"You told me your name, Jen." Sally said.
This wasn't true, but a look appeared on Jen's face, like 'oh yeah'.
"Please, get on a table." Sally repeated, and it seemed pointless to argue with her.
I was frightened at what she was doing to Jen's mind, andthe prospect of having my mind scanned, so I complied with her request. I got onto one of the tables, which were at least, padded. Jen did likewise.
Sally approached me and made a loose fist in front of me. The nail of her thumb opened up, and out from it she pulled a small silvery square. She delicately placed it on the centre of my forehead, smiled and said "Don't move around too much." Just as quick as that, she got up and set her attention on Jen.
I had felt no pain, but was struck with an awareness I had never felt before. I somehow just knew that my memories were being examined. No other feeling was there, only increasing worry.
I looked over to Jen, the metal square staying put as I turned my head. "What are you gonna do to me?" Jen asked, scared.
"Lie down and stop moving, Jen." Sally said. Jen did as she ordered.
"Remove your face, Jen." Jen calmly reached for her head, and repeated a scene that at first shocked me, then got me aroused again.
Sally laid Jen's facial apparatus below her breasts and installed something onto a series of pins within the robot's head. Lights started blinking in patterns around the pins.
"Chip... what...Chip, what's hap...what's hap...what's hap.....ening to...." Jen's voice stopped.
"She's a robot!?" I said.
"It's amazing how you humans can be fooled by such basic technology." Sally said with a puzzled look.
"Is everyone here a robot?"
"Duh!" she replied playfully.
"What are you going to do with her?"
"Some of it will be re-used, most of it will be re-cycled." Sally said, while clicking Jen's face back into place.
"But what about that farmhouse and all that?"
"That was just bait. You entered the wrong year, due to a malfunction in the truck's time components. It was necessary to provide shelter for you, and an artificial person that would alert us to your arrival." the robot said, turning around and removing the memory scanning device from my forehead. Instantly the expanded presence of mind was gone. I missed it. It had eventually felt like a full part of me.
She put the device back into her thumb, then took my hand, pulled me off the table said "The Primary Device will see you now. Follow me."
I got up and followed her as her voluptuous body pivoted and went up the ladder.
We walked out of the building, past the guards, and down the steps.
"Do you like this place yet, Chip?" my guide asked as she led me down another long lane to another identical building. "You used to say you would never leave this place."
Her comment was some kind of time travel talk, but was it true? I had already seen this robot lie. "It sure looks nice, but I would rather be free."
Sally turned her head back, saying "Oh, you humans!"
The entrance to this building was the same as the last, right down to the face on the guards. We climbed down yet another ladder, and ended up in a white and silver room with only a large bed in the middle.
Sally gave me a nice smile and said "Please, relax and wait on the bed. The Primary Device will be here soon. I have to go to be repaired." She made her way up the ladder and exited.
I sat on the bed, and waited.
I reclined on the white satin sheets as I waited, thinking about my situation. I became increasingly nervous as I looked, listened and waited for the Primary Device. From the sounds of it, all it was, was a sex robot, built after my lifetime. Sally's earlier statement about the programming seemed to explained only a little. I still wondered, "why so many gorgeous robots milling about?"
Nor could my mind register the time and place in which I found myself. Was I really orbiting Jupiter? Had I even left my house to go with a copy of Monique?
I hung my head and breathed in deeply. It was all too real to be a dream. The memory of my extra consciousness was still fresh, and I was still quite weary from the whole mess. My thoughts never turned to Jen. She was as human to me as anyone, and I had developed an emotional bond with her, or at least I thought so. I felt a loss now that she was gone. I didn't like to think that they would just melt her down. What I had seen earlier just stupefied me. I had now fallen for the same trick twice. That's not counting Cindy, who had threatened me with her laser beam eyes, or whatever they were.
I yawned and rubbed my eyes, not seeing the Primary Device as she approached. When I opened my eyes, she stood tall and completely naked in front of me.
"Welcome home, Chip." said the well endowed goddess. She was absolutely the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen in my life. She had very refined features, high cheekbones and long eyelashes. Her long dark red hair was thick and luminescent, her lips red and full.
She gracefully sad down in the bed beside me, setting her brilliant green eyes on my dick, which was by now at full attention.
"I see you're happy to see me." she said as she got on top of me.
Before I could say a word, we were kissing deeply. Her tounge tickled mine, vibrating now and then. She let out some moans, still french-kissing me, and gave me a few little electric shocks. They seemed to turn me on even more. I could feel adrenaline in my veins as I let her lay me out and fuck me.
She got very vocal, and started to laugh and scream with delight. She was tight, and quivered when she took me in all the way. "Oh, yeah.... oh, baby...." she yelled out in a porn star voice. Her massive tits jiggled in front of my face. I started to feel them up. She let out a breathy squeal and got very wet. We continued harder and faster, her moans and squeals becoming louder and more emphasized.
"Oh.. oh... ohhhh..." she screamed as we both climaxed.
I let another load go as she relaxed, still laying on top of me.
"Are you the Primary Device?" I asked.
"Ohh yes." she said.
"Gee." I said. "What year is it anyway?"
"It's 2266. Let me tell you something, Chip, you are wild one." She said as she sat up.
"What are you talking about?" I questioned.
"Of all our specimens, only you get turned on by this?" she said, removing her face mask and placing it to the side.
She was right. My dick was hard again.
"You think I'm beautiful." she said, staring me down with her transistor-face. Her green eyes looked even bigger than before. Little coloured lights flashed all around them, amid more microchips and assorted circuitry.
"How come your face doesn't beep?" I asked.
"Curious, aren't you?" she replied. "If you are referring to Monique, her head was making diagnostic signals after it was damaged in the fall. You broke it. That's also why it wanted to kill you. It was just malfunctioning."
"Just malfunctioning?" I repeated.
"Well, you did cause a lot more damage on your own. Cindy only realized Monique was damaged when its vaginal computer sent it a signal."
I thought about it for a bit. My trip in the trailer made a bit more sense now. "What happened after I had sex with the second robotic Monique?" I asked
"That's when you went forward in time. Are you going to play with my body, or are you going to ask questions all day?" she said.
"What?" I said.
The Primary Device took my hand and placed it on her breasts. I felt both of them up, and continued asking "Well, why the farm house? Why Jen?"
"Sally told you. You entered the wrong year, due to a malfunction in the truck's time components."
"What year was that?" I said, groping her sexy plastic body.
"That was just yesterday. We decided to let you rest the night with Jen." she said, stroking my penis up and down with her fingertips.
"I don't want her to be recycled." I said.
"It's too late, we've already started." she said, making little circles on the tip of my cock with her pinky.
I felt up her thighs, and put my fingers on her pussy. Still, I couldn't get my mind off Jen. "She didn't know she was a robot, did she?"
"It hadn't a clue." responded the Primary Device, as she layed down on the bed. I got on top of her and started pumping my hips into her's again. Harder and faster I pushed, gazing into her open face. Again, it was easy to climax, and I emptied myself into the red-haired fembot.
I got off her and layed on my back. It struck me as odd, the way she referred to herself as a person, but other robots as things. I looked into her face again. "Can you build another Jen?" I asked.
"What about her memories?"
"They're still stored in me."
"I'm the Primary Device, I know everything."
"Was Jen a real person at one point?"
"No. It just thought it was. If you like, we can put all of its memories into the new device."
"Ok. I just, didn't want to lose her."
"You can have anything you want here. You are free to do as you please."
"I wanna go home."
"You are home, Chip."
"I mean back on Earth."
"You must stay here."
"You must stay here."
"Are we really out by Jupiter? The trip only took a few minutes."
"We are orbiting Jupiter, disguised as a small moon. However, you didn't travel a great distance. We possess technology you can't understand."
"None of this makes much sense to me."
"In time, it will." she said, getting up and opening a hidden compartment in the white wall. She turned and handed me a white satin body-suit.
"Put this on." she said.
I put the tight fitting suit on, zipping it up from below my crotch to the top of my neck. It felt a bit constricting, but it was better than nothing.
"Where's your uniform?" I asked.
"I don't wear one. Follow me. We'll make a shortcut through one of the construction labs." she said, facing another wall as it opened up. I followed her down a thin corridor, as white and bright as all I had seen of this place. A single door lay ahead. It opened as we came near, and we entered another room full of tables, these ones occupied. About forty fembots in various states of dissasembly lay on tables, being worked on and examined by an equal amount of fembots dressed in light blue hooded body-suits. I got an erection again from looking at it all.
To my right, I saw a red suited fembot, who was busy working on her own head. She had laid it on the table face-up, and was probing it with tools. It was Sally.
She made eye contact with me and said "Hi, Chip." Her fingers held small metal tools into her neck, making clicks and a few sparks.
I could only stare back in amazement.
"Come this way, Chip." the Primary Device called. I made my way through the tables, then cast my eyes on Jen. She had cables connected to the ports in her chest, and was being monitored and adjusted by one of the stiffly moving repair robots.
"Are you fixing her?" I asked the Primary Device about Jen.
"That's the one we just made for you. The original one is over there." she said, pointing to a bare silvery skeleton with only a few wires and circuit boards remaining. Another robot was busy removing more parts.
"Holy shit, that was fast." I thought, looking back to the Primary Device as she continued out another door, and into a huge expansive outdoor area.
"This is what we call the Terrarium. You will find it to be much like Earth inside."
I followed her in, stepping onto grass as I entered. It was amazing. A completely recreated wilderness, with a forest to one side and a creek running through the middle. No one, or nothing else was around. The horizon was where the walls met the ceiling, but the sky itself looked miles high, a perplexing illusion. A yellow evening sun shone down on the whole scene. Even the wind and scent of the woods was there.
There was a white and silver bridge over the creek. Off behind some trees was another white structure. The Primary Device pointed to it saying "That is where you will stay. Everything you need to survive will be provided for you there. If you do not like its location, we can move it for you.
"Ok." I said, being too stunned to say much more.
I noticed someone else had entered. Jen was walking towards me, moving stiffly and robotically. She was wearing the same white body-suit as me, the two of us being the only ones I had seen in white.
"Jen!" I said.
She stopped in front of me and stood motionless. Her body-suit was unzipped in front, showing off her breasts, and a small flash memory card stuck between them.
"I will leave you to become re-acquainted with your friend. I am always available if you want me again." Said the Primary Device as she blew a kiss from her opened face, turned and made her way out the door.
I was rather startled by her departure, and the sudden appearance of a new Jen. This was all moving so quickly. It all seemed so unreal to me still.
I looked at Jen and stroked her cheek. She stood still, staring blankly ahead.
I walked with her down to the edge of the creek. I told her to lie down and remove her chest panel. Her expression blank, she obediently complied. I sat down next to her, grasping the memory card in my hand.
A light was flashing next to one of the slots. I slid the card into the slot.
In a computerized monotone, she said "Do you wish to activate Jen?"
"Yes." I said after a sigh.
"Jen activated. Remove key." She said in her own voice, blinking her eyes. She shot glances around her, then looked at the piece of plastic skin in her hand.
She quickly sat up, dropping the cover. "No... no.. this can't be real." She said, her voice breaking up. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god.."
Her face looked as though her whole world had just colapsed. I felt shame for reactivating her.
"I'm just a machine!" she cried, slouching and holding her hand to her forehead, then pulling out and examining the flash memory card.
"I'm sorry." I said. Jen continued sobbing.
"Maybe I shouldn't have had you rebuilt." I said.
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at me with reddened eyes.
"After we got to Jupiter, they took you apart and recycled you. I asked to have you made again, with all your memories intact."
She closed her eyes as tears ran down her cheeks.
"Why?" She asked.
I didn't immediately know what to say. I didn't expect Jen to react this way. "Because I need you with me." I told her.
She was silent, waiting for me to continue.
"I need company. I'm the only human here." I said.
It was the wrong thing to say.
"I can't believe I'm just a machine." she wailed, leaning into me. I held onto her as she cried.
"You're special to me." I said.
"All my memories, my whole life... just data." she moaned, continuing to sob for several minutes.
I was surprised that she would act this way, and it made me feel bad. Jen was even more human-like that I had thought. I knew this must hurt. The person I had met in the farmhouse was kind, humble and trusting. She was a beautiful person. I couldn't let someone special like that go, even if she was completely artificial.
"Jen, I couldn't leave you.. in pieces. You couldn't stay dead. I need you."
Her crying slowly subsided, and she held onto my shoulder as I continued to hold onto her. I reached for the plastic cover, and put it back onto her chest panel, pushing it gently into place with my fingers.
"Why do you need me?" she asked.
"Because... because you're like me."
"No I'm not, I'm exactly like all the other machines here."
"You're so different. You are a person."
"It's just programming, Chip. All of me.. it's nothing more than zeros and ones."
"But you can still feel. That counts for something."
"That's not feeling. That's just the way I'm programmed to react."
I held her in silence for the next half hour or so as the sun in the sky started to set. As hard as I tried, I did not know how to understand how Jen felt. Did she have feelings? I had watched and reflected on her human idiosynchracies. If she wasn't sentient, her makers did one hell of a job in making the illusion perfect.
I thought of the life I had been taken from. Although more than anything I longed to be free back on Earth, when it got down to basics, I really wasn't missing much. I had dreamed of meeting someone like Jen, and I don't think I had met anyone quite like her so far. It occurred to me that this place was not a bad place to be held against one's will.
Jen lifted her head and looked at me. Her eyes were tired from crying. "I'm tired, Chip." she said, looking into my eyes. "I need to sleep."
"There's a little shack in the trees over there. There's a bed and stuff there." I said.
Our eyes locked for a long moment as the sun sank below the horizon. I gave her a long kiss as a breeze blew in to cool things down. Her mouth was still fresh and sweet, though cast downward in sadness. We got up and made our way to the shack, which was a looming white and silver structure in a clearing in a coniferous forest. My body was tired from sitting, and Jen was walking like she felt the same way.
The interior of the shack was lighted on our entrance. Inside among other things were a bed, table, chair, sink, shower and toilet, all in the same white and silver.
"This isn't much." Jen said.
"I know but there's the bed. They told me I could have anything else I wanted, though." I said, then wondering why I hadn't yet asked for a five-star hotel.
"Why are they keeping you here?"
"I wish I knew."
Jen sat down on the bed and fully unzipped her body suit. I almost turned my head to give her privacy, but I watched her undress again in front of me. She made a half smile, kicked the body-suit to the side and got between the sheets. I took my suit off and got in bed next to her. The lights in the room went dark.
"We're probably being watched." I said.
"I'm too tired to think about it, Chip." she said, drifting off into sleep. Her breathing slowed down, and her body relaxed. I could feel a heartbeat.
"Goodnight, Jen." I said, easily falling asleep beside her.
I didn't sleep long. I was awakened when Jen got up. Acting like she'd been de-programmed, she stiffly moved out of the little shack and into the woods.
Startled, and worried, I followed. The room and the forest were completely dark. Jen moved swiftly, and I lost sight of her naked body. I started to feel a chill in my privates as I looked up at the starry sky. There looked as if there were ten times the amount of stars I had ever seen before. I could see no bright moon, but eventually saw many darker moons, small and big.
Although the planet was not visible, I knew this was the night sky of something orbiting Jupiter. I was gazing up at a scene that had never before been seen by human eyes, at least in my line of time.
I looked around for any sign of Jen, then returned my gaze to all the bright stars. Something told me this sky was real, the ceiling was transparent. The sun that had earlier set on me and Jen was an illusion, made to look like Earth.
I walked forward where Jen had gone. The forest grew dense as I hurried my pace. She had been moving like a machine, not a person, and machines usually move in straight lines.
Then, more or less ahead, I saw a light, a door opening. I ran toward it. It closed as I came closer, but opened again for me. The brightness of the room ahead was blinding, but I could see Jen walking to the left.
I silently followed, and watched her take a position next to some more repair robots. They stood in a circular pattern, their backs to a large hexagonal cylinder protruding from the ceiling. Attached to it were cables leading into each robot's back, just below the neck, where a small hinged piece of skin had opened. The body-suits of the repair robots had even opened along with the skin.
Some cables were in the process of connecting themselves to Jen's opening. Again, they were standard types of connections that could be found on any computer. The most noticeable one was a standard three-prong electrical power cord.
They were recharging, their faces stared blankly ahead. A buzzing hum could be heard. I took a few steps back from the fembots. Even in this state, they were beautiful. The repair robots were still in their hooded and gloved suits. The only skin that showed was their pretty faces, which stared out ahead.
I came nearer to one and touched her chest with my fingertips. She continued staring ahead, motionless. I felt her breasts through the tight, reflective suit. She felt just as real as Jen, Monique, and probably all the other robots. I wanted to undress her, but couldn't find a zipper. The body-suit appeared formed around her. I went right up to her and fondled her body lustfully. She did not move at all, nor did Jen, who was standing still right next to her. I put a hand on the repairbot's crotch and felt her lips through the soft material. Nothing made her move.
I went in front of Jen, but thought of her differently. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to feel her up while she was unresponsive. I wished I could snap her out of her trance, but I knew she had to recharge. I wondered how long it would take.
I took her hand in mine, and gently stroked her palm. Of course, she didn't move, but it struck me then, that I was in love with her. This machine seemed to be everything I had ever wanted in a woman. I knew also, that she was made for me. As Sally, our bimbo fembot tour-guide had called her, she was bait.
I looked longingly at her robotic stare for a while, then turned and went back to my shack in the woods, as I was still in need of sleep. More than likely I thought, Jen would be with me, fully charged, in the morning.
The lights came on when I awoke after a much needed sleep. Jen was at my side, curled in a fetal position. I turned and got close behind her, putting my arm around hers. She woke when I did this, but didn't speak. She let me hold her, and continued resting, so I didn't say anything either.
I looked to the ceiling, wondering who or what was controlling the lights. I decided I would mention the issue to the fembots, maybe the primary device. I didn't like being watched. If they really cared about my happiness, they'd listen, I assured myself.
Jen turned over on her back, and looked at me.
"Morning." she said.
"Hi." I said.
"This isn't a dream, is it? This is really all happening, isn't it?"
"I'm afraid so."
"I don't want this to be true. I don't want to be a machine."
"You're more than a machine."
"Not much more. I know all about myself now. I know that every thought I think, every impulse, every idea, it's all just software. Just following code."
"But you mean so much to me."
"What could I mean to you? I'm just a toy, an object, a thing."
"Well, what I know, is... you're a pretty girl named Jen, and, you're a good person. You're a kind person."
She looked at me with tired eyes. She was feeling very sad, but she was feeling. "Why do you like me so much? You know I'm not human." she asked.
"That doesn't matter a thing to me. I like you as much as I did when I thought you were human. I like you more now."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"I can't really explain why, I just know I'm better for having you around."
She gave me a little smile, and touched a kiss from her lips to mine. "I need a shower." she said.
I couldn't help but ask "You're waterproof?"
She nodded, still shyly smiling. "Will you come with me?" she invited.
"Of course." I said as we got up and went over to the shower, which was really just a shower head sticking out of the wall in an open area. As we stood below it, wondering how to turn it on, drainage holes appeared in the floor below, and the shower started by itself. We were both a bit startled, but the warm water felt good. We stood in the brisk stream and got wet head to toe. I looked in vain for soap.
Jen put her arms around me and slid her hands down my back. "I know why the shower started, and what's making the lights go on and off." she said.
"What?" I asked.
"You're making it happen."
"These buildings have artificial intelligence, and know when the lights need to be off, and when the water needs to be on."
"How do you know that?"
"I know a lot of things now. It's like whatever I wonder about, I eventually know."
Her statement made me pause.
"That blonde robot, Sally said she knew everything because she was part of the primary device or something. Is it the same thing with you?"
"I don't know... but... I... I can access all it knows. Holy shit, her body proportions are ridiculous."
"How much can you find out?"
"They won't tell me. This is too much, Chip, I have to sit down."
Jen steadied herself on the wall and sat down on the floor.
I looked at the faucet, and thought at it "stop". To my shock, it did. I felt a sudden release of chemicals in my brain. "What the fuck?" I stuttered. I stared at the faucet, forgetting about Jen for a while.
"See?" she said.
I looked down to her. She was shaking, water splashed under her legs. I got down next to her.
"What's wrong?" I said.
"This is too much for one person to know." she complained, turning her head my way.
"You can handle it, Jen. You are so much more capable."
"I'm scared. What if something goes wrong? It's not reversible. You can never go back and fix everything."
"Say that again?"
"They do it too much. It's open now, but what if it tears apart? Everything might cease to exist!"
"What they're doing! That's why there aren't any humans left! It's always changing!"
"Jen, calm down." I said as I held on to her again. She was acting like she was having a nervous breakdown. "Breathe." I told her, as she focused her eyes on mine and began to take deeper, slower breaths. Of course, this should have had no effect on a machine, but she still thought of herself as human. She was silent as I stood her on her feet, dried her with some paper towels and led her back to bed. Her eyes remained wide and locked on mine. I sat on the edge of the bed as she held onto my hand.
I tried again to imagine how her electronic mind worked; I wanted so much to help her more than I was.
"I wish I could at least say hi to my friends, and my family, but they never existed." she said, in a tired voice. I listened as she went on, "Since they needed a window of three weeks for time travel, the robots made me to wait in the farmhouse for you. When I found you, I had only been on for nine days. But my memories go back to when I was a kid, and my mother, my father, all my relatives. I remember being on that farm forever. I miss everyone so much."
I felt sad for her. Her eyes didn't water this time, although her voice broke up as she told me more.
"I remember dreaming. I had a dream eight nights in a row, before you came. It was that I was a robot. I dreamed all about my face coming off, and all my panels, and recharging - I saw it all in my dreams."
"What else do you dream about?"
"I don't remember. I don't think I've had other dreams." She closed her eyes. I squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back. She drifted into sleep, I remained by her side, marveling at her complexity. As artificial as she was, part of her programming was human. I began to wonder if she had true consciousness.
Her face remained somewhat tense as she entered r.e.m. sleep. I could see her eyes darting about under their lids. She was again dreaming. Her grip on my hand intensified. Her face seemed to grimace in a painful way. It froze that way for the rest of her dream period.
I thought to darken the lights, and it happened. I was again a bit startled by the outcome, but now liking the idea of controlling things by thought. I wondered what else I could control. I wondered how it worked.
Jen still looked troubled, but was in a deep sleep now. I was still immensely curious about this strange world, and left Jen to go look around a bit. I toweled myself off again as best I could, and put on the white body-suit. I gave a last glance to Jen as I headed out the door and through the trees.
I walked back to another clearing behind a patch of trees, and found a door in front of me I went through it and continued down another hall. At the other end was another recharge area, this one empty. Another door lay at the other end of the room, so I went through it.
I entered another construction lab. More work was being done on more fembots by more repairbots in blue. No one or thing in the room noticed me as I freely made my way around the tables, looking at the various ladies being worked on. One was missing all limbs and the head, and was being fitted with electronic parts inside. Others were completely assembled, but opened up in some way, being worked on by their rhythmically moving attendants.
Off in a corner, I saw a familiar nude figure. Cindy, the blonde truck driver was in the process of sitting up. I approached her, and watched her get off the table and look at her arm while flexing it and moving her fingers around. She smiled, and gazing out vacantly ahead, wandered in my direction. Her naked body moved right past me and toward a ladder to the upper level.
The robot who had repaired Cindy put her arms to the side and became still. I watched Cindy climb the ladder, and followed after in my bare feet. At the top was another room with only one door. I followed Cindy, calling to her again. She didn't respond. I grabbed her hand and called her name again.
This time she stopped, turned and looked at me. Her gaze held mine for a few long seconds, then she said "Begin."
"Cindy, do you remember me?" I asked, admiring her beautiful body.
"Please re-submit command." she replied.
"Cindy?" I said again, still holding her hand. She continued to stare at me.
"Please re-submit command." she said again, then continued on her way, though still holding my hand.
I followed along with her, watching her body move along the path in a rhythmic way. Her eyes were set ahead, unfocused. The paths were full of fembots, all darting around and meeting up with each other. "Are they exchanging data?" I thought, as Cindy led me into one of many small white structures, the same kind that I had spent the night in.
Cindy stopped in the middle of the room and said to me once more, "Please re-submit command."
"Are you the same robot that drove the truck with me in it?" I asked.
Cindy paused, then said "My name is 4462980576. No command given by user. Default behavior initiated." She kissed me as she pulled our hips together with her other hand.
"Damn.." I said as she slipped her wet synthetic tongue into my mouth. I let her do what she was doing, eventually ending up on top of me in bed. Her hands stroked as she stared at me with cold glass eyes. Her movements were more machine-like than the others. I stroked my hand down her chest, around her breasts. She didn't respond like a real woman, but kept on with her routine.
Her body seemed to emit a mechanical clicking and whirring sound, that I had not heard before. I ran my hands all over her body, enjoying the sensation of her artificial flesh beneath my hands. I noticed how her movements were matched with mine; her level of excitement was on par with mine. My thoughts turned to that moment on Earth, when I was coming out of the massive silver trailer. I was doing now what I wanted to do to her robotic body then.
Her eyes locked with mine as her hand pulled down the zipper on my body suit. It came unzipped down past my balls, which she gently fondled. Though tired, I couldn't resist fucking another robot. She more or less took my dick in by herself, fast falling into rhythm with me. Unlike my last lay, Cindy was quiet, only breathing heavy over the faint sound of her mechanical parts. Her face, although flawless, looked artificial due to her expression, which was vacant.
During that moment of ecstasy, I also felt again the longing to be home. In spite of all this world offered, it was a spiritual void. The robot's cold eyes reminded me of that. They also got me more aroused, and I continued pushing myself into her. I let some more sperm loose inside her, although there wasn't much left to give. The earlier promise to let me go after I surrendered it was hollow.
My electronic partner layed still for a while on top of me. She seemed to have become oblivious to me as she stiffly got up and walked toward one of the walls. It opened up for her, revealing a washroom, with a toilet and a sink. Slightly tilting forward, she turned on the tap filled a glass that was on the counter and drank a half dozen glasses of water. Smiling, she turned back around sat down on the toilet to let the water out. More water sprayed about the inside of the toilet for a few moments, after which she got up and dried her crotch with a paper towel, which was disposed of in the toilet as it flushed fast with a powerful vacuum sound.
Without a word she emerged from the washroom as the wall sealed up behind her. She moved over and reached into another hidden compartment in the wall, from which she retrieved her purple body-suit. She stepped into the legging and got into it in a quick, semi-robotic way. The suit clung tightly to her every curve, and she wiggled her hips a few times as she pulled it up tighter.
She said nothing as she pivoted around and walked out the door. I got up, quickly trying to zip up my own body suit, and followed her. I watched as she just blended in with the crowd outside, meeting up with a pretty petite blonde in yellow. They stared at each other for over a minute, then moved on to meet other girls.
I left her, making my way to the lower level and the forest-room, wanting to spend more time with Jen.
From the expanse of all the wandering, intersecting fembots in the lanes between the structures, I went back through the lab to the forest. The white and silver hut where I had left Jen was silhouetted by the rising sun. I was hoping she would still be asleep, but she wasn't. By now she had dressed herself again in the tight fitting suit, and sat on the bed with her arms crossed over her knees, her head down. I sat down next to her and took her hand. She looked up to me. She was crying again.
"Why are you crying?" I asked.
"Oh, Chip I feel so worthless now." She said.
What I meant was "What makes you, a robot, cry?", but I didn't ask.
"I'm trying not to think of anything, because every time I do, I end up downloading information, and a lot of it scares me." she went on. "I know pretty much all about these… machines, and what they do, and it's just not right."
"What are they doing?" I asked
"Chip, let me tell you later." she pleaded. I'm so overloaded with information it hurts. I'm going back to bed."
She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes, seeming to fall fast asleep. I stood around for a while, then decided to find the Primary Device again. I had to make things more livable around here for me.
I wandered out of the woods again, this time behind the out of place large white bunker I was being kept in. The forest ended at a wall, and I found another exit. It also led to another hallway, and another repair room. The scene was familiar, and quite stimulating. The robotically moving units in light blue were attending to more semi-constructed women.
I remembered being told that I could have anything I wanted, so I tested that again. I walked up to one of the girls being repaired. She had long black hair, big tits, and a wide smile on her unmoving face. Her legs, one of her hands, and some panels were missing. The sexy female repairing her moved like an assembly-line robot, and methodically probed her insides with instruments. Neither seemed to notice me.
I went beside the one being fixed, and put my hand on her shoulder. Instantly, she looked my way and said in an enthusiastic voice, "Hi, my name is 6127864730. What's Your name?"
Startled, I paused, then answered "Chip".
"Do you like to have sex, Chip?" She asked.
"Of course." I said, not expecting the question.
She cut me off saying "I like to have sex. I am a type C Sex-Droid, subclass 1.0413. My pelvic mechanism is capable of gyrating sixteen times per second. Do you like me?"
"Uh, yeah." I said.
"Let's have sex!" She said, then looked down at her body. "Oh yeah, my hips aren't on yet."
She looked back at me and said "I'm sorry, Chip, I can't have sex right now because... ERROR 4 DEVICE NOT FOUND" Her voice changed in mid sentence to that of a computerized monotone.
"Maybe later then." she said, her gaze went back to the ceiling, and I looked to the repair-bot. She was still busily working on the sex-droid. I didn't want to disturb her, so I looked around the room again. Off to the side I saw one of the repair-bots standing still beside an empty table.
I walked over and said "Excuse me." She didn't move, so I tapped her on the shoulder and repeated myself. No response came. Her pretty hooded face stared statically ahead. I got in right up behind her and felt up her body with my hands. Nothing made her move, although I enjoyed the experience quite a bit.
It looked like I'd get a better answer out of 6... whatever her number was. I went back to the sex-droid, this time, fondling her nipple to get her attention.
She looked at me and said "Hi, Chip. I'm not fully assembled yet. One, or as many as you like, of the other girls can satisfy you until then."
"Hey, babe, I just want to know where the Primary Device is. I have to talk to her." I said.
"Oh, I'll get her for you. She's on her way." She said, almost without a pause. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"
"Uh, yeah, she is." I said.
"I wish my designer had made me as pretty as she is. She's sophisticated, too. She's a type A, the only one in existence."
"Really. What's the difference?" I asked.
A voice answered from behind me "My capacity for intelligence has never been reached, and is assumed to be infinite." It was the Primary Device. She had put her face-mask back on, and now had long blonde curls.
"Hi..." I greeted her, "What is your name anyway?"
"I am 1. Also, I am the Primary Device. My creators called me Bambi Circuit-Breaker. You can call me whatever you like."
"Bambi Circuit-Breaker?" I wondered to myself. "I'd like to get some things, and I have some questions." I said.
"Sure, you may have anything you desire while you're here."
"Can you put one of those recharge things in that... bedroom in the forest?"
"I know what you mean. You wish to keep 7658101742, or what you call Jen, by your side at night."
"Yeah, could you do that?"
"It is already done. You told Cindy you couldn't feel love for a machine, yet you are in love with Jen, a robot. You humans are paradoxical."
She was referring to my comment to the blonde robot in the trailer, back on Earth. "How do you know all that?" I asked.
"I experience all that every other unit experiences. Jen's programming didn't prepare her for finding out she wasn't human. It is quite intriguing for me to watch what she is going through."
"You mean you've been watching me through Jen the whole time?"
"I am constantly watching, hearing, feeling, smelling and tasting what everything on this satellite does."
"Well, you know I'd like a little privacy. Can you not look into Jen's mind anymore?"
"It doesn't work that way, Chip. I must receive all data from all units. If I don't I cease to function. It's not even something I can control."
I thought about what she said for a while, as the sound of clanking metal and whirring motors went on around us.
The Primary Device snuggled her naked body next to me, and while playing with my crotch said "Why don't we hook up our minds again, while we're having sex?" She pulled up her arm and showed me her thumb, which opened itself at the base of the nail. Inside was another one of those little metal squares, the kind that had allowed my brain to be scanned.
She silently smiled at me, knowing that when I had enjoyed her presence before, it was a surreal experience that felt exponentially euphoric. I wondered if she knew how horrified I was that my deepest, darkest thoughts had been read. I trembled looking into her thumb. I wanted that high again. Like a drug, it was addictive as hell.
Bambi sensed my fear, and almost walking on air, led me back to the empty table. Moving around the repair-bot, she leaned me onto the table, and got on top of me, forcing me to lie down. I didn't put much effort into resisting, taking care not to tip over the repair-bot to the right.
The Primary Device looked at me with bright purple eyes, and sweetly said "Do you want it?"
I looked again at her thumb, and took a deep breath. Her hair slowly began shifting colours, now red, now brunette, now blue, all colours, over and over again.
I gulped. Her eyes were also changing rainbow colours rapidly. It was all turning me on tremendously. I felt I might have a heart attack if I let her put that thing on my forehead again. I found it hard to breathe. I wanted to let her, but I didn't know if I could handle it.
She changed her skin colour suddenly to silver, but different. Her flesh was more reflective than chrome, but felt no different, and couldn't be smeared by a fingerprint. I watched the reflections change as I toyed with one of her breasts. It was amazing.
"I will do anything you want me to do." she said, parting her lips and pushing out a metal-looking tongue. With it, she traced little arcs of current around her lips. It was too much.
"Ok." I said feebly. Gracefully she took the square from her thumb and placed it in the middle of my forehead.
Just like before, a rush of consciousness came into my mind, as I relaxed and felt like I was invincible. My partner was still a chrome skinned, hair and eye colour-changing electronic goddess. I had never been so aroused before.
We passionately kissed as she came into my mind, telling me not to worry about the low voltage shocks she was giving my mouth. We communicated back and forth, like a conversation, only we exchanged hundreds of words per second. I was astounded by the rate at which I was thinking. She told me I was such a slow being, that it took forever to get a response.
Before I had even realized it, she had unzipped me, and we had fully engaged in sex. I felt like I had limitless power, and was swiftly and powerfully thrusting my hips into hers. We continued pumping as I felt up her shiney body with my hands. Not a trace of perspiration remained on her skin. She started to vibrate her vagina, and asked my mind if I liked it. I responded to her and told her all about how it made my cock feel, and what it was doing to certain parts of my anatomy, to which I suddenly knew all the names. It all took a fraction of a second, but her buzzing went on. It certainly was an interesting feeling.
Our little get-together lasted almost an hour, my mind spanning out the time in uncountable nanoseconds. At the same time, it hardly seemed like an hour had passed. I thought of the shape my inferior human body must be in. I felt no pain, infarct I felt fully refreshed, but I knew I should stop now. The primary device also knew this, and pulled the little square off my forehead.
I felt then like I had been hit in the head, or something close. I thought sluggish, and felt stupid. However, I still knew that I was just as smart as I was without that thing on my head.
1 got off me, and said "I tell you what Chip, while you're here, I'll completely ignore the data I receive from your robot 7658101742. I can do that. I understand how humans work." She turned and walked away.
I had not previously thought of anything else to ask her, and I was starting to feel exhausted from all the sex. I watched her silvery body move out of the room, her hair blinking in colours. There was still a lot I wanted to ask her, but I didn't want to get up just yet. I looked up at the repair-bot in blue. She hadn't moved since I entered the room. I half wondered if she would start examining me.
I zipped my body-suit up and layed on the table for a good half hour, just watching robots being worked on. None had been finished, which I found odd when I thought about how quickly things were created here. Things changed by themselves and appeared out of thin air. The laborious tasks being carried out in these many repair rooms looked unnecessary considering that.
Although thoroughly exhausted from sex, I was still very much turned on by the inhabitants of this place. Everything seemed geared toward maximum sex appeal, from their uniforms to their gorgeous bodies. The fact that they were plastic and metal shot it into the stratosphere for me. I just couldn't get enough of looking at their mechanical parts inside.
Slowly I got up and went back to the dark haired cutie I had met before. Both shapely legs were on the table, apart from her pelvis and connected by wires and tubes. Her face-mask was now off, and lay beside her. The repair-bot worked rhythmically inside the opened head.
"Hi Chip! I'm 6127864730, remember me?" she said.
"Let's have sex!"
"Not right now, honey, I'm pooped."
"Can we have sex later? I know where to find you. Pooped does not compute."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." I said, making my way back to the cubical white structure the middle of the forest. I wanted to explore this place further, but I wanted to do it with Jen by my side.
Inside the hut, I noticed a brand new six-sided recharging station protruding from the ceiling. Jen was waiting for me in an excited state. She grabbed me by the arm and said "Chip, we have to escape, NOW!"
"Escape?" I muttered, I had almost forgotten the idea.
Jen explained "The Primary Device isn't reading my data right now. I can tell you what I know. I found out what they're going to do to you, and what they're doing to your sperm. They've made a few hundred clones of you, and altered each gene in each clone to make them different. They've stolen dozens of people from different times on Earth. They're trying to regrow a human race."
"Regrow? Oh my god…" I said. "What are they going to do with me?"
"They don't need you anymore. They'll start altering you, changing your DNA and erasing your memories. You'll be like the rest of the humans, only being kept alive in parts for experiments."
This scared the shit out of me. I had every reason to believe her.
"We both have to act normally." she said. "We have to act like we were just looking around, or they might think something's up. We have to get to one of the travel spheres."
We calmed ourselves down and started walking out of the forest. We held hands as we went down the hall, through another busy repair room, and into a chamber with a ladder leading up. We climbed the thin steel rungs up to an identical room, with an exit to more streets full of pacing female robots. Another two black-suited dominatrix looking fembot twins guarded the doorway.
Steadily, we made our way past hundreds of pacing female robots to another ladder in an open area. The hard to climb ladder led to a circular door in the ceiling. Jen got up first, and half way up, turned back to me.
My attention was caught by another black-suited fembot, coming hurriedly toward the ladder in front of us. Sweat appeared on my forehead as she came near, pumping her mechanical limbs in quick rhythm. I knew this wasn't good.
Jen had opened up the ceiling and was making her way into the opening. I grabbed the ladder and started to climb. A metre away, the fembot stopped and made two beeps. At once I was struck with two piercing blows through my chest. I thought I had been shot. I looked down to my horror. My upper body was now in flames, burning faster than I had seen anything burn. The smell hit me just as I heard Jen shriek at the sight. From the fembot's eyes, two more beams went through my head. All pain and then that was it.
Continued as "The Carbon Man"