Dyson Family Values Pt. 6

[petey]

OK, the last part was a little creepy, even by this story's standards (but come on, wasn't the drunk robot awesome?). So I'm posting this part early.
Neil walked through the lobby of the institute again for the second time in as many weeks. He felt a little bad about not spending Saturday doing just sibling stuff with Jessica. So he decided to take a long lunch and pay his sister a visit.
There was a new girl at the front desk, and she was just as excited to see him as Carly had been last time. This time he spent only a moment asking where his sister was before heading through the door into the back rooms. Two turns and he was entering testing room C
Where he was greeted by the sight of Jessica; Topless, right arm missing, and without her legs and pelvic assembly as well. Even as he turned his head to avoid staring at his sister’s naked breasts, he saw that she was bouncing a racquetball off the ground and hitting a dime-sized target on the wall. But at the moment he was more concerned with his sister’s nudity.
“Hi Neil It’s been a while ” That was not Jessica speaking, but he couldn’t look to identify the speaker.
He found a towel and held it in front of him as he inched himself toward the voice and his sister while keeping his head turned. He heard two sets of feminine giggles. “Jess, could you please drape this over your saline sacks?” He felt the towel being tugged from his hand.
“You can turn around now.” Neil did so, and while Jessica was covered up, the technician had opened the top of her uniform to expose her breasts.
“Very funny, ha ha.” He said derisively. “But those aren’t attached to my sister.”
Jessica and the technician kept giggling as the latter buttoned back up. Neil took the opportunity to examine the face of the other girl. He realized he may have had even less reason to be concerned about seeing those tits. He had seen much more than that on this girl.
“Wendy?” Wendy Klein was the daughter of Dr. Gloria Klein, one of the earliest experts working with his mother on the android woman project. As such, Wendy had been synthetic about as long as Jessica. She still looked angelic, and as trim as Jessica was curvy. Neil had slept with her a dozen times back when he thought being surrounded by horny, physically perfect women was all he needed for paradise.
“Yup, it’s me. Just helping out around the facility. Gotta be trained on all this stuff before Mom lets me run my own branch.”
“They’re letting you run your own spa? I suppose congratulations are in order.”
“Thanks, yeah, nepotism is great when it works in your favor. So, you’re looking good. What’s been new with you?”
“Oh you know, same old, same old.”
Jessica, who was still bouncing the ball, snorted at that. “Like hell. The organ receptacle here got enga-ged.” Neil had hoped Jessica was focusing her attention on the ball.
Wendy smiled, “Congratulations. Anyone I’ve worked on?”
Jessica snorted again. Neil tried to ignore that, “Nope, pure organic. They say organic is better for your health.”
“‘They’ say a lot of th-things,” Jessica interjected.
Wendy could tell something was going on. “Should I go? We’ve got some good data already.”
“Yeah, let’s stop this.” Jessica’s next throw landed the ball in a trash can. “Even the orgasms aren’t making this pleasant.”
“Orgasms?” Neil was a little confused, and frankly queasy, by the invocation.
Wendy explained as she unhooked Jessica. “We were testing a software package that lets synthetic women run climax sequences in the background of other tasks. It’s an application of the octet core we’ve begun...”
Neil raised a hand, “I think I got it.” It figures that they’d be trying to figure our more ways to cram sex into their lives. Now they were going to be cumming all day long. Super.
“It’s a fabulous program, Neil. Any woman would be thrilled to experience it.”
Wendy made a strategic retreat as Jessica shot daggers through her eyes at Neil. She wished her mom had taken her advice and developed eyes for synthetic women that shot laser beams.
Neil sighed, “OK, what’s your problem?”
“You lied to me.”
“About what?”
Jessica rolled her eyes, “About letting Zoe become a synthetic woman. No, about giving her the opportunity to become a synthetic woman. You had no intention of telling her about what we do here and letting her choose whether to lead a perfect android existence.”
“Let’s go easy on the ‘perfect’ talk, ok?” The well worn phrase irked Neil as much as Jessica’s snotty attitude.
“Oh here we go, poor abused Jessica with her sexy body and many friends and fulfilling job. Oh, the horrors that have been visited upon her.” The tone did nothing to disabuse Neil of the notion that his sister was being snotty.
“At least you got the ‘many friends’ part right.”
“This is about sex? There are plenty of monogamous android women, fully devoted to their husbands.”
“Yeah, and their files are all marked ‘possessive, potentially abusive husband’.”
“Bullshit.” Jessica said it, although she knew there was a correlation. Neil had the causation reversed, though.
“And please, tell me the most dates you’ve been on with one guy, and company clients don’t count.”
It was a biased question; since most of Jessica’s social life involved the Institute. But that didn’t really help her case. “So what if I’m not out there trying to find a husband. I’m 20 years old, I can’t get an STD or get pregnant, I’m fucking hot, why shouldn’t I be out there just enjoying myself?”
Neil, in that moment, decided to let it out. “That’s just it, Mom stuck you in that body and you had no reason to mature, no reason to act like a normal human being.”
“But this is better than being a normal human being. And fuck you for calling me immature.” In hindsight, that wasn’t a very mature response.
“You went from being a complex young woman into a shallow whore.”
“I went from being a gloomy, suicidal young woman into a happy young woman.”
Neil was taken aback by the suicidal comment, but he chalked it up internally as exaggeration in a heated moment. But the pause let Jessica go on the offensive.
“And why do I need to defend myself? This is about Zoe. You won’t let her make that choice for herself. Talk about maturity, why don’t you tell her, tell her your concerns, and then let her make an informed decision?”
“Because I’d bring her here, and you’d fill her mind with hyperbolic descriptions of your life, and once you turned her into a tinkertoy, she’d be programmed to love it. Programmed for everything. And she wouldn’t love me anymore; she’d love the program that tells her she loves me.”
Now it was Jessica’s turn to be silent, she hadn’t seen Neil this... scared in a long time. He was almost crying. Her ire had completely burned off, and she wanted to hug him, but that was hard to do with one arm and no lower half.
“It wouldn’t be like that Neil, I still love you, and that’s not linked to any specific program or induced sensation. And if I was that different, would you really still enjoy hanging out with me?”
“I enjoy it because when it’s just the two of us, you start acting like the sister you used to be and not UX1-whatever. But for it to be my wife... that’s 24/7.”
Screw it, Jessica reached out and yanked Neil close to her into a semi-hug, one that Neil made a full one. “I don’t know what I can do to convince you that your fears are bullshit, but I promise I’ll let you decide when your wife comes in. And I promise that when that happens, I’ll be as frank as possible with her about the limitations of being an android, ok?”
Jessica felt Neil nodding against her shoulder, and they stayed in that position for a while longer.
Zoe was standing in front of the mirror brushing her teeth before going to bed. All she had on was one of Neil’s big T-shirts and a pair of panties. Thankfully, her hangover had gone away sometime after lunch. She was still a little pissed that the other girls she had gone out with were fresh and chipper that morning. Zoe had rolled in ninety minutes late, filled with coffee and aspirin, and looking like she had been hit by a truck. Katie, who had been as drunk as Zoe had ever seen a girl, was sunny as ever. You might have guessed she had spent last night at home reading before turning in early, rather than getting plastered and waving her bare breasts around until 1 a.m.
Zoe had largely ignored them as she worked to get everything done with a splitting headache. Fortunately Camilla hadn’t given her any shit about showing up late. At least that had gone right. When five o’clock rolled around, she was out of there like a bolt of lightning.
Zoe finished brushing and started looking at herself in the mirror. She didn’t look that bad. A few acne scars maybe, and her breasts weren’t anything to write about. But she was reasonably well-proportioned. She had a good smile and good-looking hair. However the memory of being easily outshone by four random girls on the same floor of the building was fresh in her mind. Maybe she needed to buy some new make-up. Or do more thigh exercises. Or maybe breast implants. She turned to the side and hefted her little breasts up under the shirt, imagining how she’d look with more mass there.
“Neil, do you think I’d look better with larger breasts?”
Neil had been reading Ben-Hur in bed, trying to expand his knowledge of classic literature. He would have been better off reading a book about land mines.
“What makes you ask that?” The strategic non-answer, always a good opening move.
“I dunno, When I was out with the girls last night I felt like the ugly girl the hot girls bring around to scare away guys.” Zoe walked into the bedroom and got under the covers.
“I find it very hard to believe anyone would find you anything less than hot yourself.”
“Thanks, but I’m being serious. I know it sounds shallow, but I like feeling pretty.”
Neil leaned over and gave her a kiss. “You are the most wonderful, beautiful woman I’ve ever been with. I think you’re just great the way you are right now.”
Zoe smiled a little and returned the kiss, but wasn’t really reassured. “You don’t think I’m too... Vanilla?” She wasn’t sure where she pulled that term from, but it fit.
Neil had to pause. Frankly, he liked the fact that Zoe was usually quiet and conservative. But that wasn’t what she wanted to hear right now. “You’re chocolate chip cookie dough. Maybe sort of vanilla, but filled with little tasty bits that are made even more delicious by the vanilla they’re suspended in.”
That analogy had gotten away from him and they both knew it.
Zoe was the first to restart the conversation. “I just feel like I should be out there doing crazy stuff. When was the last time we did something wild?”
She may have had a point. Even when they went to Las Vegas, they had bet sensibly, seen a few shows, and spent most of the night screwing in their moderately-priced hotel room.
“What did you have in mind? Matching tattoos? I don’t really want a unicorn on my ass. See? How vanilla is it to have a tattoo?”
Zoe was a little miffed by his sarcasm, and crossed her foot over the unicorn on her ankle, “lots of people have tattoos. I want to do something your parents wouldn’t do.”
Neil wasn’t sure whether to laugh or piss himself. The things his parents wouldn’t do was a small list nowadays. “Such as?”
Zoe shifted and sat up in the bed, “Some of the girls at work thought it was really hot to do some roleplaying stuff during sex.” Hey Sex Neil liked the sound of that. “I thought we could try something like that.”
Neil put his book and glasses on the nightstand. “So what would we be playing?”
Zoe smiled, “Well, I thought we could play as though I was your personal robot sex machine.”
The human brain wasn’t designed to process situations like these. Neil didn’t know where his terror started. There was the thought that Zoe was using this as an introduction to telling him she was an android. And if she wasn’t, it meant she would be more likely to say yes if his mom or sister got to her. Then there were the oedipal issues surrounding his mother the android. And there was the memory of all the glazed-eyed synthetic women he had slept with years before.
“You don’t like it, do you?” Zoe looked disappointed and embarrassed. Now Neil had to do it in order to preserve her ego.
“No, no, it’s interesting. I was just wondering how we should start”
Zoe hopped up and shucked her shirt, exposing her breasts. Then she stopped. “Actually, to tell you the truth, I’m not sure either.”
“Why don’t you stand against the wall and I’ll turn on Zoebot for some sex?”
“OK.” Zoe stood against the wall and shut her eyes.
Neil got out of the bed, already regretting this. And he was also trying to figure out how much of his real-life knowledge he could or should apply to this fantasy. He didn’t want to confuse her or just as bad, make it seem like he was getting into this.
So he started out by using his fingers on her nipples and making old radio noises. Zoe suppressed a giggle before Neil pushed on her navel and she opened her eyes. She also stuck her arms out at a 90 degree angle.
“Zo.e.bot online. What pro.gram should I run?” Zoe said it in a bad attempt at a robotic monotone.
Neil paused to lower Zoe’s arms to her sides before speaking, “Zoebot, remove my pajama bottoms.”
She nodded and knelt down to do so, taking Neil’s underwear down at the same time and letting his dick flop out. He was a little too freaked out to be erect at this point though. Zoe wanted to start on him, but figured that wasn’t part of the game. So she went back and sat on her heels, looking up at Neil.
“Zoebot, proceed with felatio sequence 14.” Neil had always liked that one when he had fucked the eager women his mother turned into androids. If Zoe was an android now, it’d be the same.
For better or worse, it wasn’t. Zoe wasn’t very good at giving head. She had the thick, inviting lips for sure, but she had a sensitive gag reflex. Plus Neil wasn’t exactly tiny. So the blow job was pretty similar to the others Zoe had given. Except this time, when she went too far and disengaged to start coughing, she managed to fit the word ‘error’ in between the expectorations.
Still, she was good enough to get Neil hard, and he held her back before she could go back to licking and sucking. “Zoebot, stand up so I can examine your lubricant levels.”
It made Zoe giggle a little bit, but she got to her feet and spread her legs. Neil reached inside her undies and ran a finger along her slit. His girlfriend closed her eyes, but tried to stay in character and not make any noise. Neil kept rubbing and dipping a finger inside until he felt that she was wet.
“Zoebot, remove your panties and get into position 18A on the bed.”
Zoe put her legs back together and wiggled out of her panties. Dyson didn’t actually name sexual positions like that by number, but it let Zoe pick which way she wanted it. That was the plan, but Zoe hesitated as she got onto the bed. She actually tried to think of what 18A was, before realizing it was nonsense. So she laid down, face up, with her rump just off the foot of the bed and her feet spread wide on the ground.
“Would you like me to make noises for you?” Zoe couldn’t think of a better way, or more robotic way, to put it.
“Yes, and tell me when your orgasm sequence begins to load.” Crap, Neil didn’t want to make it sound exactly like how a synthetic woman would describe cumming. It just slipped out. But Zoe said affirmative and lifted herself to point her nether regions at him.
Neil had a briefly disconcerting vision of where the fluid tanks, muscular controls and connection points would be in Zoe’s pelvic module. That is, if she really was an android. He tried to put that out of his mind and stepped forward to guide himself inside Zoe a little more quickly than he normally did. Zoe made some exaggerated ‘mmm’ sounds in response. At least, Neil hoped she was only hamming it up. He took a handle on each of her thighs and began to rock back and forth.
Zoe hadn’t been as into the thing as she thought she’d be, but this was as good as it always was. Neil filled her up so well and rubbed her in all the right ways. This time it was more forceful than tender, but still good. She didn’t hold back in expressing her satisfaction through moans. Eventually he let one of her thighs drop and brought a hand up to assist in teasing her clit. That elicited a loud squeal of approval. She almost forgot to do the ‘orgasm sequence’ thing Neil wanted.
“Mmm, orgasm sequence loading... loading... loading... looooooooooooading ” She twitched as Neil’s ministrations hit paydirt. Neil himself was pleased that she had come, and was amused by the ‘loading’ thing. A few minutes later, he let himself relax enough to have his own weak-knee-inducing climax inside Zoe.
“Zoebot, clean me and yourself.” Zoe was still off in la-la land but heard him. She reached over and got some Kleenex to wipe up. And for god measure, Zoe gave his dick a final coat of saliva after wiping off most of the goo.
“So, did Zoebot enjoy herself?”
Zoe got up and kissed Neil. He could sort of taste himself on her lips. “It was definitely new.” Truth be told, she hadn’t gotten much out of it. But by her estimation Neil had enjoyed himself more than usual. And by his estimation, Zoe had enjoyed herself less than usual, which pleased him. He felt a little bad about it, but he was glad she didn’t seem enticed to become an android. The entire experience was nerve wracking though and he honestly hoped to never repeat it.
With that, the two of them crawled into bed, shut off the lights, and fell asleep with no further contact or discussion. As Neil was lying there, he remembered what he had talked to Jessica about. This would have been a good time to turn around and tell Zoe everything about his family, since robots were already the topic. Plus, it was when she would be least enthused about the concept by his reckoning. But it was late, Zoe was probably already asleep, and that discussion could wait another day.
Part Seven

[TheSpotConlon]

You're writing something incredible here.

I think this might also be a good grand finale to the whole fetish, at least for me. The last three parts have honestly made me re-evaluate exactly what I'm doing here. Maybe it feels weird being involved in this now, especially seeing the story on this side. I'm starting to feel like maybe I just want the nice human girl, go to Vegas and bet sensibly, find something far away from "perfection" and a potentially damaging change for our girls. The gloomy girl appeals to me, especially if she's at least interesting, and I'm terrified that Danielle destroyed herself.

This story is doing too much to me. I need to know how it ends, and then...I quit. I'm done. Thinking about these stories, this fetish, everything attendant to it is wrecking me.

Let's see what the third act holds. But right now, I can't look myself in the mirror anymore. I can't base my fetishes on a process which could, even in fantasy, destroy personalities completely.

[Adon]

Wow, this is hammering home. In a good way, and in this case (for me) a way that really has nothing to do with sex.

There are valid cases for both sides of it. There ARE people out there with real, and severe issues with their self-image. Stuff that lingers, and just doesn't go away. And when it's with someone who is stated to be borderline-suicidal, something needs to happen. I'm not sure becoming a hot, ageless (but also changed in personality to the point where you only occasionally resemble the person you were) babe is the best way to go about it, but it does beat being dead.

However, then there are those like Zoe... attractive, well-adjusted people who are told that she's not good enough because she doesn't completely conform to the 'perfect' ideal. I mean, we get a barrage of an idealized sense of beauty to the point where we get shows like "Ugly Betty", where the protagonist is really only ugly when held next to a stratospheric standard of beauty.

Not to mention that as has been stated before, there's an eerie *sameness* to the synthetic women in their personalities, priorities, etc. And Neil's fears about Zoe becoming 'just another fembot' like the countless number he's encountered aren't completely out of line. His disdain for synthetics didn't come from nowhere, and apparently he was at one point willing to indulge in it as one might expect a young man to do. I can imagine that after a while, it would have seemed like his parteners were interchangeable, and that their willingness do do it any time, any where had nothing to do with him specifically, but because he was the nearest handy partner.

I *do* think his timing in talking stuff out is bad, and that Zoe's sudden interest in both roleplay and asking about her body image should probably have sent up a few warning signals more than they did. But then, I think Neil's imperfection is part of his charm.

[Baron]

Uh, oh - methinks the cut is getting a little close to the bone, judging by the audience response. Sign of a thought-provoking piece, no?

In all honesty, I think several of the issues raised so far deserve some in-depth discussion, once the story is concluded. There could be twists and turns that either resolve everything, or muddy the waters even more. Neither option is necessarily a bad thing, mind you - I'm just going to hold my own counsel until the tale is complete. But I will ask all and sundry to keep the basic premise of "The Stepford Wives" {as Forbes originally wrote it} in the back of your minds as this story progresses.

It all relates, believe me. A defining moment for the community, surely.

[Blox_242]

This is one of the few stories I've read where I don't like how the story is progressing at all. It's more that Neils mother is doing whatever she can regardless of her sons on want with his soon to be wife, to be made a synthetic. It's like she doesn't honestly care for her son at all and believes that being an android women is the only existence one can be happy in. I mean had she ever thought that one day neil and zoe maybe wanted to have kids? I don't know of any true androids that can reproduce like that.

While I like the amount of detail, and how much this story really grabs anyone who reads it, it's just too evil for me to enjoy it outside of wanted to know what happens to zoe. Personally I really don't want it to end with her being TF'd.

[jknight_2000]

I have absolutely loved this story, but it leading to a very .... unusual end. The mother who loves everything about female androids versus the son who everything a human female has to offer. It is an interesting divergence of roles. No offense, this story is fantastic and it is a huge mistake. Fantastic because we get to read it for free and enjoy it. And a huge mistake because this story could definitely sell on the market. Its touching and clever and a damn sight creepy at the same time. I doubt Hollywood writers could have done better.

So continue to twist the web of intrigue with this story, It is a damn fine read -- but please take my advice, collect the parts and package it together as a complete story, because I wonder how many others outside our genre would love to read this work.

[Stephaniebot]

Well I've finally caught up to date on this. Well I had by yesterday morning, but then had to get off here to get ready for starting work at lunchtime, so...

I'm certainly hooked on the story, and looking forward to finding out what happens, but...as others have said before me, this isnt the Dr Dyson that Korby, myself and possibly others have written about.
All tf's before have been voluntary, and thats what I've liked about them, but this does have the Borg mentality mentioned, that she needs to be assimiliated at any cost, and thats not how I've seen Dyson in the past.

Remarkably for me, I dont want Zoe to be transformed, it just doesnt feel right for me. Especially as is clearly stated in this chapter, the idea of being Zoebot does nothing for her. So...

Dont get me wrong, this is really well written, and I'm very into the storyline. I'm just not comfortable with this version of Dr Dyson

[The Liar]

All tf's before have been voluntary, and thats what I've liked about them, but this does have the Borg mentality mentioned, that she needs to be assimiliated at any cost, and thats not how I've seen Dyson in the past.

I see her playing more the devil than the Borg. She's not trying to forcibly transform her, she trying to convince her that she wants and needs to be.
Anything to get her to sign that dotted line.

Which brings up Jessica's suicidal comment, wonder if she was nudged in that direction?

[Lithorien]

This brings out a side to Dyson that I've been waiting to see since that institute was conceptualized. The side of, "We are perfect, and you should be too, at any cost." It feels a lot like a cult, to me, now. Where Dyson is leading her 'followers' down a path to convert, regardless of if the target wants to be converted or not, through any means nessicary.

Great story, but I think I'll throw my keyboard through the monitor if Zoe ends up transformed and Dyson does not get sledgehammered by her son.

[Korby]

It's great to see so many folks getting caught up in the story (you see, Petey? Told you it'd grab the community's attention).

To all the readers, I'll say (without getting specific in a spoilery way) just wait and see how everything pans out. A lot of things are going to happen, some of which may be what you expect and some of which may very well not be.

--k

[barakuda]

You ever see those sitcoms with the basic plot. The wife gets a job maqking more money then the husband in one of the episodes. The Husband feels that he the man of house and he should be the one brining home the bacon. Well I think this is Neil. He doesnt want his wife to becaome a android because then he would feel inadaquit. Those girls were only trying to show Zoe the advantages of being and android. I mean sure Dr Dyson is going to show off her perferction how else would she get clients. If Ford builds a new car i dont expect them so say we bulit the piece of crap on four wheels come buy one. I t6hink Neil is just Harboring resentment that his mom his sister and his wife if she does become a android will stay young forever and he will groiw old. I’m 20 years old, I can’t get an STD or get pregnant, I’m fucking hot, why shouldn’t I be out there just enjoying myself?”
That’s just it, Mom stuck you in that body and you had no reason to mature, no reason to act like a normal human being.” That right there just show Niels resentment that he stay young forever. Neil seems more worried about his Zoe accepting then Dr dyson does if she will accept. But this might change has more comes out. But has of now i feel Neil is the one screwed in the head.

Barakuda

[The Liar]

You ever see those sitcoms with the basic plot. The wife gets a job maqking more money then the husband in one of the episodes. The Husband feels that he the man of house and he should be the one brining home the bacon. Well I think this is Neil. He doesnt want his wife to becaome a android because then he would feel inadaquit. Those girls were only trying to show Zoe the advantages of being and android. I mean sure Dr Dyson is going to show off her perferction how else would she get clients. If Ford builds a new car i dont expect them so say we bulit the piece of crap on four wheels come buy one. I t6hink Neil is just Harboring resentment that his mom his sister and his wife if she does become a android will stay young forever and he will groiw old. I’m 20 years old, I can’t get an STD or get pregnant, I’m fucking hot, why shouldn’t I be out there just enjoying myself?”
That’s just it, Mom stuck you in that body and you had no reason to mature, no reason to act like a normal human being.” That right there just show Niels resentment that he stay young forever. Neil seems more worried about his Zoe accepting then Dr dyson does if she will accept. But this might change has more comes out. But has of now i feel Neil is the one screwed in the head.

Barakuda

At the risk of incurring hubris, I have a pretty good grasp of plot narratives, seldom do things workout in a way that I have not in someway predicted, and i regards to your comment...

What?!

He's worried Zoe won't still be Zoe after the process, something that is not entirely without basis, one could expect at the very least her becoming a hedonistic bisexual nymphomaniac with a superiority complex.

He's got a lot of examples for proof of concept, like say his sister.
Depending who you talk to, the warping of identity could be considered a fate worse than death.

[Sthurmovik]

For the record this is why I only deal with sentient androids with human level free will or higher (which brings up the interesting point that humans don't have as much "free will" as they think ). In my stories and story universes if an android has programming as such, their core programming defines a sentient free willed personality and any significant change results in the "death" of the original mind.

Neil is right to fear a conversion to this level of AI technology. The resulting android would be right on the line between person and non-sentient person simulation. I know there's a high degree of appeal for fully programmable fembots, but people need to realize that without free will a fembot is just an extension of the owner/creator's will. It is really appealing to have a life partner that is incapable of surprising you or maturing in unforseen ways?

More often than not when I find someone to RP with online they just want me to do stuff to them, programme them, transform them, etc. Well I hate it because like the Space Cyote said to Homer "I'm just your memory, I can't give you any new information." When I am the sole source of creativity and randomness anything the non-creative person does is just a reflection of the effort I am putting in.

Neil is well aware that even if Zoe works to fulfill his every whim his life will become ultimately unfurfilling. What makes life worthwhile is the noise, the uncertainty, the inability to predict even what will be predictable. The notable Twilight Zone episode "Number Twelve Looks Just like You" has already been mentioned, but I think a lot of this story relates to A Nice Place to Visit where a gambler finds his own personal hell is a place where he can never lose.

I'd suspect Dr Dyson as having something like Borg or Skynet intentions by employing these sorts of tactics, but she is (in theory) using the same sort of technology as her girls are. It could be that she is behaving more like a virus, replicating in its host population until the world is nothing but fembots, all constantly alternating between sex and maintenance. It's like those studies of the Monkeys that could either press a button to stimulate their brains' pleasure center or a button to get food. All the monkeys starved to death. In this case the choice to become a Dyson bot will mean the death of Human evolution and progress.

[Adon]

I think the thing is, Dr. Dyson REALLY doesn't mean harm. I truly honestly believe that she thinks she's doing a huge favor. It's just that she is so satisfied and happy with being a fembot that the idea that someone would rather be organic is just a foreign concept to her. So obviously, they're wrong and they will understand when they're turned.

I cannot and will not agree with the comment that Neil is just jealous -- the whole gist is that Zoe is one of those who really doesn't *need* a change. To use the car analogy, her car isn't an old clunker, it's a perfectly fine, fuel-efficient car that serves her needs. She's getting the hard sell that this car that suits her needs isn't good enough because it isn't the latest top of the line sports model... even though she honestly doesn't really have a use for a top model sports car.

[Sthurmovik]

I think the thing is, Dr. Dyson REALLY doesn't mean harm. I truly honestly believe that she thinks she's doing a huge favor. It's just that she is so satisfied and happy with being a fembot that the idea that someone would rather be organic is just a foreign concept to her. So obviously, they're wrong and they will understand when they're turned.

That's why I compared her to a virus or a replicator.