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 noticed 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, infact 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 was now feeling 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 bodysuit 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.
"Yeah."
"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.
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