Solipsistic - Part 4 of 7

[LongTimeLurker]

(Continued from part 3. Part 1)

The car came to a stop before the brick-and-glass facade of Jessica's shop. In the back seat lay the broken form of Heather, the latest robot to succumb to the "virus" he carried. After a moment's consideration, John pushed the still-smoking body into the trunk compartment, hidden now from passers-by.

And what sort of person drives around with bodies in their trunk?

He had to remind himself she wasn't real. Heather, Candice, Brenda, Amy - they had all just been machines; but for some reason he had to insist to himself that they could probably be repaired. Before dwelling any further on the subject, he forced himself out of the car.

He pushed through the shop door - immediately, his eyes began to water from the profusion of flowers in bunches on tables and shelves and pots on the floor, allowing only a narrow path through the cramped interior.

Summoned by the cheerful ring of the shop's bell, Jessica emerged from the back of the shop, smiling broadly. "Good eve... oh, John!"

He stared in shock. "Jessica... what did you do?"

Her slender figure was fuller than before, her fair complexion colored by a light tan, her long blonde hair now a short auburn crop; she no longer resembled herself - she looked far more like Amy.

"Do you like the new look?" she asked, spinning in place, the light cotton of her short summer dress flaring out above her creamy thighs.

John felt the urge to ask her why, but he feared he already knew the answer. She was put here to be his... what? Companion? Lover? Wife? This whole time, she had been responding to what she thought his desires had been; and when he had gotten too drunk with her a few weeks ago and confessed his past torch for Amy, she had simply taken this as input and 'adapted'. It had been a mistake to come here - there was no Jessica, there never had been - only a mechanical puppet.

"John?" Her smile faded, replaced with concern. She advanced toward him.

He turned to leave, fumbling with the door when he heard her gasp behind him.

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw her only a few feet away, her hand at her chest. She stared at floor and blinked a few times, then shook her head and straightened. "Oh.... oh, John... "

He knew he needed to leave and repeated to himself that she wasn't who or what he hoped she was. But seeing her this close, he felt crippled with desire, his breathing heavy as his eyes met hers. She easily lifted off her light dress, her chocolate-brown panties and brassiere framed by halos of untanned pale skin. She smiled sweetly, her fingers tugging slightly at a cup of her bra, her other hand slipping between her thighs.

"Upstairs," John suggested, and she grinned, spinning to weave her way through the flowers while John followed, his eyes fixed on the swaying of her hips as she chose her path, her well-proportioned ass jiggling with every step. As they took the stairs to her apartment above the shop, he had to struggle against grabbing her derrière as it undulated irresistibly at John's eye level.

She made her way to her bedroom. John pulled off his clothes as he went after her, rolling on a condom as she sat down on the bed.

What do you need that for?

I don't want her destroyed...

So you fuck this 'machine' into lucidity, then what?

She leaned back on the bed, lifting her legs straight upward as she slipped her fingers beneath the elastic of her panties, her hands tracing the contours of her rump as she slowly slipped them off.

"Jessica?"

"Yes?" she breathed, the panties slowly making their way up her thighs.

He drew closer. "You're... you're different than the others... right?"

"The other what?"

"Robots-"

She froze, curled in a slight crunch as she stretched to draw her panties over her shapely calves. Her head twitched as she said in a loud, flat tone, "ERROR-"

John could resist no longer and dove at her, pushing into her flushed pussy, hugging her thighs to his abdomen as her legs clenched over his shoulders,

"F-f-faiiillllllllurrrrrrerror-errroorrr stimmmulationnnnn," she droned as he thrust with reckless abandon, his arms tightening around her thighs as her legs clenched over his shoulders. Below her waist, every part of her quivered and strained - above, she was absolutely still. Suddenly her eyes opened wide and she stared with a bright smile. "Ignore those jerks, you can sit by me. My name's Jessica!" His head swam as his lust urged him to keep pumping, but he steadied himself.

There was an audible <click> as her head kinked to her shoulder and then straightened again, her expression taking on a sultry look. "If you want to go back to the dance, we can... Or we could just stay out here..." The night in the park, the first time he had slept with her.

Again, her head twitched, there was a click, and she said plainly, "Why would I wonder about that when we already know the answer? There's nothing beyond the Community. Why do you need there to be?" The final word in the fight that had ended their engagement.

John realized he was pounding his hips against hers once more, and she emitted a series of squeals amidst sudden laborious breathing.

"J-J-J-ooooohhhhn, I I I ahhhh MallllfunnnnNNNGH!"

He felt her hips convulse as a tremor ran up her, erupting in a scream of pleasure. John came in an unceasing torrent that left him near collapse. Jessica's legs fell to either side, the elastic of the panties still at her ankles stretching, then slinging across the room as John fell forward, his head coming to rest on her soft breasts.

"John.... what... what happened?" Jessica panted.

John closed his eyes and silently pleaded that the part of him that regarded her as nothing more than a machine was wrong. "Jessica, today... today I found out that I'm the only human in the Community."

Her 'breathing' stopped. Silence. Then - fingers softly running through his hair. "Do you still love me?"

John opened his eyes, meeting her own, trying to judge the sincerity he saw there.

"I... I think... Jessica, why am I here? Why are both of us here?"

"To fall in love with each other," she said without hesitation. John told himself that those words should reassure him, that it was a human response.

"But who put us here?"

Jessica shook her head. "I'm sorry John, I don't know."

John sat up. "I know what you are, and I know this Community isn't all that's left... are you going to try and 'apprehend' me?"

"Why? John, I love you."

John stared at her, then out the window at the shadowed neighborhood, the sun already behind the Community's towering walls. "Jessica, I want to leave this place. Tonight. There's a lot I still don't understand, but I... I just don't give a damn anymore. It would be enough to get past that wall... and I want you to come with me."

Jessica smiled, then furrowed her brow. "John... do you hear something?"

John listened; a high pitched whine, just within the edge of hearing. Jessica's face became strained in confusion.

"John I... I I I I I-" she began, her head locking in place as smoke poured from her mouth and ears. There was a slight crackling of electricity before her head detonated in a blinding flash, white smoke pouring from her neck as her body remained upright, unmoving.

John sat in stunned, stupid disbelief. "The virus, it still... I... I killed her!"

"No," came a voice from behind him. "That was my doing."

He spun to see a robot who could never be confused as human standing in the doorway. Her dramatic curves defined a stylized female form, with riveted bands at her plump thighs, her narrow waist, the biceps of her elegant arms, and along her slender neck. A visor with a flickering band of red light seemed to serve as her eyes, a permanent fixture of her metallic face, her head a rounded triangular shape suggesting hair. She was "nude" save for a utility belt slung over the sweep of her wide hips, upon which she now clipped a black device. Amidst the rush of emotions over Jessica's loss, he felt rage against this thing that had destroyed her - but it was inexplicably mixed with an overwhelming desire he struggled to contain. Metallic lips moved as she spoke in a voice that fluctuated between a velvety woman's voice and a strange metallic distortion.

"She was a simple role-driven gynoid. She was no more sentient than your car." The robot unclipped another device from her belt, a small baton, and pointed it at him. "It would be irrational to mourn her."

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The Resident seemed overwhelmed by the situation, and the Agent understood she too was not operating at peak performance. Distortion crept into her vision, her systems were running in a near-constant state of recalibration to keep her steady and focused as the virus's effects slowly spread. She doubted she was capable of bringing in the Resident alive, and it did not seem he would accompany her willingly. She surmised this might be her only chance to learn about the saboteur.

As John slowly rose to his feet, she tried, "Someone has made you a carrier for a virus that affects the robots of the Community. Did you have any unusual contact today that-"

He lunged for the bedroom window. She activated the prod in her hand, but something struck her from the side. The blow caused the weapon to swing wide, its charge dispersing harmlessly into the air as the Resident crashed through the glass. She spun to see who had hit her, but the room was a wash of noise and heat. She lashed out around her, trying to strike her assailant, but connected with nothing.

Steadying herself, she concentrated on resetting her optics and took in the room once more. Both the Resident and whomever had assaulted her were gone. She decided she would pursue the Resident, counting on her assailant revealing themselves at her next confrontation. That was assuming she would last until then; it was time she let her master know.

"Minervvvv<zzzzt>," she spoke, her voice ending in a burst of noise.

"Yes, dear?" the sweet voice replied. "Oh no - you haven't gotten yourself infected, have you?"

"I still function, and intend to see-"

"The very first time I heard about this virus, I thought something like this might happen! And I liked you, too! I really did," the voice trailed off. After a pause, "But nothing to be done for it, I suppose... I wonder if the others would consider it a violation if I began making another Agent while you were still active?"

The Agent knew her master's affection was fickle, but was still surprised at the implication."Minerva, I had contact with the individual I believe to be the saboteur, and I nearly have the resident. Please, don't deactivvvvvate me while I still have a chance to bring them both in!"

A sigh. "I suppose it is the least I can do..." The pause stretched to an awkward silence, and then, "Well, best of luck!"

The Agent ended the communication and recalibrated her faltering systems once more. Moving to the window where the Resident had escaped, she swung a leg over the sill. As her crotch brushed against the frame, she froze - an electric charge of pleasure shot from her groin and coursed throughout her systems. She tumbled on to the fire escape, nearly every running process inside of her submitting to this new and deeply rewarding sensation.

"Y-y-you are not p-p-programmed for this," she told herself, as her hand crept down her metallic frame, past her belt, fingers trembling in anticipation... she stopped herself.

"Your mission is to stop the Resident," she affirmed, and rose to her feet, deleting the shocking and unbidden experience from her memory, along with the temptation it held.

(Continued in part 5)