Hi there, this little story here was on my hard drive unfinished for quite some time. I thought I should flesh it out and post it already. So here it is.
It's the continuation of my previous story “Free shipping”.
If you like it: It somewhat plays in the universe of my previous (unfinished
) stories “Annie's successor” , and “Return Home” — all with a quite similar theme.Basically, it's about a used old female android, bought by a nerd like … me
She has the looks of for example my avatar or the Bjork robot in AIFOL. She is an obsolete thing of the past in a time of better and more realistic fembots.I have more to come, but Part 3 is even more half-baked than 1 and 2. But if people like them, I'd happily continue and share it.
PS: Excuse the grammar errors!
Part 1 — Hello world.
John was very careful cleaning his newly arrived but ancient fembot which was lying immobile on his den’s floor. What may she have done in her long past? According to all the visible signs of usage, the scratches, the dust and the dirt, she seems to have had a hard “life” behind her. But John did not buy her for hard labor. He had other plans. And for a over nine years old android, thousand bucks was a good deal.
In the abdomen of the robot, a gaping hole gave insight into its inner workings. Inside the so called “service bay”, arrays of motherboards, dozens of colorful wires, a LCD screen and a tiny keyboard, connected to different places inside the artificial woman were seen. A long power chord coming out of the hole was plugged into a multi-outlet power strip. Some little green LED's below the socket were blinking, indicating the current level of charge.
Not sure if his purchase was water resistant, John only used a brillo pad and a slightly moist cloth to remove the mud and dust from her body. He took the convex part that used to cover Synthia’s service bay from the floor and looked at it closer.
“Feels durable and yet light..”
He looked through a cut-out hole in the middle of the plastic piece and smiled.
“Clever. This seals with her power button!”
Eventually, he would take “her” apart completely some day - putting all the white plastic body covers into the dishwasher or something. But for now, basic cleaning had to be enough. In fact, her shabby looks somewhat added to John’s fascination. Nowadays, androids are everywhere. They are virtually indistinguishable from humans, at least from their looks. “SYNTHIA 01” was different. She was a basic model - very old, some would say obsolete. But Synthia was exactly what John looked for. "They don't build them like this anymore!" is what he always said.
He took a moment to adore her feet. They looked like elegant high heel boots. But the soles were simple flat gray rubber surfaces, almost an inch think. Originally, the soles must have been snow white, just as most of her body. But years of usage made the difference in the two materials very clear. He moved the left foot up so he could look underneath. Because her servos were not powered it moved with quite a bit of resistance inside its joint.
“Yuck, dirty!”
Chippings of small stones and lots of dirt entangled in the feet’s sole profile - even a trampled chewing gum. “No wonder, after such a long march”. John thought. He quickly got up to get a screwdriver. As John excitedly returned with a nail file in his hand, he accidentally yanked the power cord.
“Beep!”
Suddenly the android came to life. Synthia began speaking: “Charging aborted. Current charge: 40.3%.” But she did not move an inch, not even her lips. The LCD inside her belly lit up: “SYN-01 v1.03.2878 — BOOTING — 1 %” in bright blue letters.
“Oh, … I’m err... sorry?” John babbled. He looked for the plug to reconnect, but then Synthia began to move. Her whole body twitched a little and the left foot slowly returned to its default position.
Synthia looked into nowhere and began to speak again. “Warning. I am rebooting after an improper shutdown due to a critical battery failure. If this problem persists, please contact a service technician or administrator for further assistance.”
“I’m sorry, I was cleaning you up and... I seem to have... Well..”
Synthia interrupted John once again. This time she actually moved her gel filled rubber lips. “SYNthetic Human Interface Automaton 'SYNTHIA v1.03.2878' loaded. Please stand by.” Still lying on the floor, she rotated her head almost 90 degress to the left, then to the right, scanning the world around her. After some time she calculated it would be safe to sit herself up.
“Hello!”
she said with a bright and friendly smile.
After a short pause, she talked to John. “What can I do for you, John?” A slight ring of blue light was pulsing inside her gray irises, indicating her readiness.
“Good morning.... 'Synthia?'... Did you sleep well?” he asked with a smile.
For a moment the android thought about what to say. Her face simulated a quite over exaggerated frown. The pulse of light in her eyes stopped and its color changed to an idle white. “The time is 5:13:27 PM.” (She double checked by looking at the clock on the sideboard over at the other side of the room. It really seemed to bother her) - after a long second or two, she blinked and continued: “Shouldn't the correct greeting be ‘good evening’ or ‘hello’?”
Unbeatable robot logic. Now it was John who was not sure what to say.
“What can I do for you, John?” she repeated in the exact same pronunciation as the first time. Her eyes now were glowing and pulsing in likeable blue again.
“I don't know... Nothing right now. What about you?”
“What do you mean, what about me?” she asked.
“What do *you* want to do? Now, that you're awake...”
“Yes. I am ready to receive your orders... To place an order, you can simply talk to me. My advanced voice recognition software is able to interpret spoken words in seventeen languages: American English, British English, Danish, Chinese, Estonian, French, German,... ”
“Thats not what I meant!” John interrupted her. “Don't you have any needs? Do you want to do anything?” John asked his machine - although he should know better. Of course, “Synthia” was not programmed to have any “needs”.
“I do not have any needs right now, Thank you. But I want to fulfill my primary objective.”
“Your primary objective? What is your primary objective?” John asked.
“My primary objective is to complete any given tasks to your satisfaction, if possible.”
“Satisfaction?... hehe” John thought.
“I am ready to receive your orders. To place an order...”
John developed a wild thought while Synthia repeated her introductory routine. What the heck, he thought. Let's try something out... “Do you know how to make love?”
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Part 2 — A New Order
“Love?... An emotion... Of strong affection and personal attachment.... I am sorry John, but I am not able to emulate this emotion.” was Synthia's cool response to John's unethical idea.
“Sure, but what about sex?”
“Sex.... Sexual Intercourse.... I am sorry John, but I am unable to engage in this activity due to limitations in my body design.” - where a woman would have her vagina, SYN-01 only had a white plastic screwed-on cover, joints that were connecting her legs to the torso behind it. There was no way of putting a sexual organ inside that limited space.
“Of course. Hey, sex isn't just about putting a penis into a vagina.”
“I don't understand. According to my programming, the main premise of 'Sexual Intercourse' is to beget children. I am unable to bear children, as I am not a human woman.”
John realized that Synthia's programming was more basic than he expected. But this could be fun he thought. “But you can.. you know... What about hand jobs...?” John was a bit ashamed asking that.
“My hands are very sophisticated.”
John took Synthia's right hand. Her segmented fingers were very delicate, just like those of a human woman's hand. Thin cables and little motors in each of the fingers allowed her hands to work also almost as precisely as a human’s hand.
John's manhood was getting hard as a rock. Without much ado, he opened up his jeans and threw it away.
Any human woman would be shocked right now. But Synthia did not have any unnecessary shame routines in her programming.
“Do you know what this is?”
“Of course, I am familiar with human anatomy. This is your penis.” She looked at it a bit closer. “It is erected” she said flatly.
“Stand up and rub it!” John ordered.
Synthia wasn't offended — quite the contrary: this was the first real command her master ever gave her. Quickly, she stood up. She did not support herself with her hands on the floor, but only used the power in her feet and legs to lift herself up. This mechanical style of movement - and her still missing abdominal cover - made her look as unnatural and inhuman as it could get. Blinking LED's were visible inside her tummy as she began devoting all of her computing power to interpret the second part of her order.
She focused John's penis before she carefully and slowly grabbed John’s penis with both her hands. The tactile sensors on the rubber surfaces of her digits helped her to adjust to the increasing size of his increasingly growing manhood. The subroutines responsible for this usually only calculated applicable pressure when grabbing bottles, vegetables or dirty clothes. But this time she had to use lots of extra resources to absolutely make sure she would not harm her master. Her CPU's were operating at 100% and terabytes of data per second streamed through the solid state drives in the electronic brains inside her chest.
The movement of the android woman's hands was quite uninspired - simply moving up and down - but for John it was very effective. He was touching Synthia here and there in ecstasy, unnoticed by her. Whenever he reached for her face - besides her fingers and feet one of the few spots with tactile sensors - Synthia’s movements slowed down or even halted for a fraction of a second as she processed the strange inputs. The android's torso was much warmer now than before when John cleaned her up. Probably because of all the hard work her CPU's had to do to understand this unusual situation. From the vents in her shoulder, he even felt warm air blowing out. His robot girl was literally getting HOT!
“Ohhh... aaaah! Synthia!! Yes!” John moaned in deep pleasure.
Synthia immediately stopped. “I am sorry. Did I hurt you, John?”
As she spoke, John could not hold it back anymore. With massive pressure, he came! His juice was all over Synthia’s plastic body, and even her face. But Synthia did not seem to notice or to even care. She continued talking. “Is everything alright, John? I am sorry.”, a drip of sperm dropping off her chin.
“Did I apply too much pressure?”
“Shhh... everything is alright! You were amazing.”
“Does this mean that I completed the task to your satisfaction?”
“Oh yes.. You did. Absolutely!” John laid back and looked at the ceiling, with a bright smile on his face.
“Thank you, John...”
Completing a program to its master’s satisfaction is the greatest thing for an android. And if it is a “beta” program, it’s even greater. Synthia backed up her recorded data for further analysis and refinement - file name “SEX_PENIS_RUB~TEMP01.DAT”.
With some of her resources becoming available again, Synthia's sensors noticed John’s semen on her chin. She wiped it off and looked at her hand, then at John’s wet penis, and back at her hand. Scanning the consistency with her thumb, she did not know what kind of fluid her master ejaculated. She would have to improvise. She bent down, opened her mouth and licked the juice off of her master's cock.
“I love you Synthia!” John whispered into the microphone behind her right ear while caressing the bald back of his new friend's head. John was amazed. Feeling great, he slowly slept away - the sex with this old “household appliance” was probably the best he ever had.