Zoe sat in the living room of her apartment, enjoying the stillness. She had decided to start shutting different things down, if only to experiment, and gotten pretty far. She wasn’t breathing. She had no pulse. She wasn’t making any tiny movements to keep her balance. She stared straight ahead without blinking. Her olfactory, tactile, and gustatory senses were shut off entirely. She expected Neil home soon, so she didn’t shut off her hearing and vision, although she briefly shut off one or the other while in the chair.
And for a few fleeting moments, she thought this was what the chair felt like. If the chair could think, when the room was empty it would be like she was now. After all, she was now just as manufactured as the chair. She was another piece of furniture, albeit a gorgeous one, if she did say so herself.
And the furniture was especially gorgeous in the black corset and stockings number that the institute had picked out for her. She had never worn anything like it before, but she enjoyed it now. Wearing a corset turns out to be pretty easy when your breathing is just cosmetic.
But all in all, it was a bit disorienting to be so ‘shut off’ and Zoe decided to end the experiment. And Neil chose that moment to put his key into the lock. Zoe panicked for a moment, trying to switch everything on at once, manually activating things on top of the normal boot sequence. It produced the sensation of pennies in her mouth and burnt toast in her nose. When Neil walked in, Zoe’s breathing hadn’t reinitialized yet, nor had her heartbeat. Her hands and legs weren’t responding to voluntary muscle commands either.
No matter, Neil walked in and saw his future wife in sexy lingerie with a huge but slightly nervous smile on her face. He smiled back at her, unaware of what she was really nervous about.
“My my, you look absolutely incredible.”
Zoe sent resources to get her legs working, “I thought you might enjoy a special little treat, wrapped up with a bow.” Her legs worked well enough to part themselves and show Neil the little pink bow on the panties of the outfit.
Neil put down his briefcase, shucked his coat, and leaned down to kiss Zoe. She was able to adjust herself for the kiss, and moved system resources from working on her legs to working on her hands. She made sure her arms slid around Neil first, and only placed her hands on his back when motor control was re-established.
She immediately got to the problem of her breathing while Neil’s mouth was intertwined with hers. Zoe consciously inflated and deflated her air bladder until it came online. The second run of the automatic restart process simultaneously gathered the resources to restart her ‘heart’.
Neil lifted away and began unbuttoning his shirt and pants. “You feel a bit clammy, are you coming down with something?”
Zoe let her automatic systems finish getting her back to full functionality while she quickly came up with an excuse, “I had an ice cream sandwich five minutes ago.” Zoe knew it was a ridiculous excuse, but Neil was busy undoing his pants and translated that into, ‘No, I’m not sick.’
Just as Neil went back to Zoe's lips, her systems finished reinitializing. Now that she was fully functional, she could wrap three limbs around her man and enjoy the data being produced. She had data on the pressure he was putting on her lips and on her breast. There was data on the amount of saliva she was excreting and the amount of air being moved by her lungs. And it all felt so good.
For his part, Neil was happy Zoe was so into it. Her hands (and legs) were all over him. He essentially carried her toward the bedroom. But at the doorway, Zoe was alerted to the existence and appropriateness of seduction protocol 37. It sounded like a good idea and Zoe hopped off. She pushed Neil toward the bed but remained in the doorway. A flick of her mind's eye on her head's up display initiated the protocol.
Zoe's hands roamed over her body, lingering longest on the exposed skin at the top of her breasts and between the stockings and panties she wore. She kicked her shoes off toward Neil and slowly unclasped her garters. She smiled toward Neil and reached back to undo her corset. Her internal systems extrapolated where the hooks would be and told her hands where to go.
Once loose she held it up against her chest before slowly letting it fall. Topless, she cupped her breasts and moaned softly. It was meant to turn Neil on more than it was meant to reflect what she was feeling, although she felt very good. She gyrated to some unheard rhythm and moved down to her undies. Pointing her butt toward her target, she slowly wiggled out of them. She looked over her shoulder and winked before turning around in all her full frontal glory.
Two pieces were left. Zoe leaned against the door frame and lifted up her left leg. She slowly rolled off her stocking a flung it onto Neil's lap. She followed suit with the right stocking and struck a nude pose.
“So honey, are you ready for a good time?”
Neil's mouth was open just a little bit. Zoe had never done anything like that before. She had done little teases before, but nothing as complete as that. Neil just nodded at Zoe's question and hopped out of his own underwear.
Zoe's internals evaluated her performance with an effectiveness score of 7 and a quarter. Her software was already planning on what seduction protocol it would suggest next time to achieve a higher level of effectiveness. Zoe knew it was going on, but she was more interested in Neil's dick saluting her.
She ignored the suggestion to take it more slowly, or start with some manual or oral pleasure. Instead she increased the moisture flow to her vagina and lightly pushed Neil backward. While he scooted backward on the bed, she straddled him, placing herself above his stiff member. She wanted to feel Neil inside her. Her systems said everything was green. However, Zoe decided on a little tease. She lowered herself so that her labial folds just barely brushed the tip of Neil's dick before moving a little forward, still just barely keeping in contact.
“How much do you love me right now?” Zoe grinned down at him
“A whole lot.” Any poetic impulses Neil had were sapped by the blood rushing to his crotch. If the prelude was any indication, he should have hydrated better this afternoon.
Zoe half-giggled at the response, but decided to give him a break. She moaned softly as she slowly lowered herself. There was actually a stunningly accurate 3D representation of Neil's dick in her vision. She could see what parts were receiving the most and least amount of pressure, but most importantly she could feel it. She focused on how warm and thick it felt inside her. Even better than it normally did. Zoe gradually began to bob up and down, and it only felt better.
As she bobbed, she devoted as many system resources as she could to interpreting and enjoying the sensations from her pussy, but still found she had RAM to spare. She looked at certain pre-programmed muscle flex sequences for later on. And she watched Neil go downright cross-eyed at her work.
It felt even better than what Gretchen and Christine were able to do, and they were well-programmed synthetic women. She looked at the tactile data and, objectively, it wasn't as intense as what was elicited by the other UX units. It didn't matter though, Neil was just what she needed. It was more than the tactile input. Zoe felt complete when Neil was fucking her, and he was finally beginning to move his hips and join in the action, rather than lay there stupefied. He wasn't just filling a hole in her chassis, he was -as corny as it sounded- filling up a hole in her soul.
A quick click of her pleasure response readout gave the answer. She had a special program installed that provided extra pleasure when engaged in sex with your significant other. Neil's name was inserted into the proper parts of her version. Zoe rightly assumed it was something Elaine had done during her construction and programming. No matter, program or not, she felt great and loved Neil.
Neil was happy to enjoy the ride for the moment. The sex had never been bad, and Zoe had never been repressed, exactly, but he thought she seemed more into than usual. It was hard to think and analyze things when she was squeezing on his junk and bouncing like she was, but Neil had to do something to delay his orgasm. It was as though she wasn't worried about pleasing him. Not in the sense of not caring, but in the sense of being totally confident about it. The results spoke for themselves, in her higher and higher pitched cries of joy.
She looked radioactively hot, grinning and moaning and massaging her breasts. Neil thought she looked close to going over the edge, and he did his little extra bit of targeted thrusting to get her over the hump.
“mmmmm eh eh eh Eh EH ooooooooohh oo oo” Zoe felt herself execute orgasm sequence 001. But even that great feeling was only enough to temporarily slow her down, not stop her.
But it did stop Neil. Neil knew that sequence of five rising grunts, a long release and two shorter releases. He remembered it from all the times he had tested out new robot women and they executed the first orgasm sequence in their library. He tried to keep going, tried to chalk it up to paranoia after the 'Zoebot' thing the other night. But she was much randier and looked much more beautiful.
He pushed upward and to the side, indicating they should switch places. The flip happened quickly and Neil resumed pounding into his future wife. She was humming with delight at the new position, and brought her legs up. Neil looked over at what was moving and got a glimpse of Zoe's ankle.
And there was no little unicorn tattoo there. No indication that it was being covered or had been removed, either.
Neil started getting a sick feeling, even though he kept going at Zoe's pussy, now more from inertia than desire. There was one way to be sure, assuming it still worked.
“Emergency panel override code Griffin Jolly Vixen thirty-eight four zero Gamma.” Dr. Dyson had programmed in an override code that would circumvent any problem with the android's conscious mind and allow access to her internals. It wasn't used much, but it was a safety precaution.
Zoe looked at Neil, not quite sure she had heard him right. The nature of the code didn't alert her to the fact that her paplexus panel was opening. Neil saw the blinking lights inside his fiancee and lost all concentration. He slumped and squirted a line of jism into Zoe. The new feeling of his seed inside her was new and exciting for Zoe and she threw her head back, enjoying the feeling.
She noticed Neil wasn't moving anymore and when she looked up, he had this hollow expression on his face. She couldn't figure out what was going on, until she noticed a status light indicating her paplexus panel was open. She looked down to visually check what her systems were telling her, and just above her soaked pussy was an array of lights and input ports.
“I'm sorry Neil, I was going to tell you later on tonight, make it a surprise. A few of the girls from work brought me to your mom this morning and I decided to go ahead with it. And it feels fantastic, honey. I don't know why you were so nervous about telling me. I’ve never felt so completely... complete. Especially when I’m with you.”
Neil's lip began quivering as he extracted his softening dick and turned away from Zoe. He reached down, grabbed his underwear, and began sliding them on.
“Sweetie? What's wrong? I thought you'd like this, I mean you seemed to like it when I was stripping off the lingerie and wrapped around you earlier.” Zoe meant it in the spirit of a ribald little joke, but Neil didn't find it all that funny.
“You don't love me anymore.” Neil was trying to figure out which pair of pants was closest to his current position. He couldn't even look at her.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Zoe hopped up onto her knees and tried to reach for his shoulder before he got off the bed. “I love you with all my heart. I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you.”
But Neil was already standing, “What you have is a ten megabyte program that gives you extra pleasure when screwing me or otherwise interacting with me. Changing the name takes 30 seconds. Deleting it entirely takes 20.”
He still had his back to her. He knew looking at Zoe, or the robot that thought it was her, would make him go crazy. Zoe couldn't comprehend what he was saying well enough to be angry. She got off the bed entirely and walked over to him.
“It's still the same me, and I still love you. That didn't change just because I'm in a different body. I mean, your mom and sister still love you, right?” Zoe tried to give Neil as hug as he hiked up his pants. The attempt made him turn around, and he looked at her. And it might have been the comment about his family, but Neil did something even he didn't expect.
He slapped Zoe hard enough that she had to take a step to balance herself.
Neil stood there shaking before Zoe. “That's not going to bruise, and I doubt it even hurt. And you're not even going to care about it tomorrow. It's all different, Zoe.” He was starting to cry as he quickly tried to justify his violent outburst. “I’m going to get a drink.” He buttoned his shirt on the way to the front door and slipped on the sandals that were next to it. He let the door softly swing shut behind him as he left.
Zoe sat down on the bed, trying to process things. Neil was right, she had only felt a sting as his slap landed and all that was left was a status message saying the motor control in her lower lip was out of alignment and needed adjustment. But mostly she was startled that he wasn't happy that she was a synthetic woman. That much had been a certainty, right? She replayed in her head the memories of her conversation with Dr. Dyson. So maybe there had been a little more ambiguity than she initially expected.
More importantly, she didn't feel so bad. Her soulmate had just rejected her, hit her, and stormed out. So why wasn't she curled up on the floor sobbing? She didn't feel good about it, or even ok with it, but it should be crushing her.
Zoe spent a long time processing everything.
Part Ten is available.
Does anyone on this board actually work with complex computer systems and AI?
How can you call Neil selfish for wanting plain old organic Zoe and not fuckbot Zoe. Are you saying if your fiance went and got a sex change you'd be cool with that???