When Marcus Met Julie - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 – Welcome To My World

Julie beeped once more, the same soulless voice whirring as her eyes repeatedly focused and unfocused, cycling through a myriad of shades of blue before settling on the deep ceruleans he had grown so familiar with. “Validating Security Personality Chip... Arming anti-rape system...” she announced, as tiny microinjectors concealed in her orifices started filling with the South African rape marker drug Seamus had imported.
“Initializing...loading personality matrix from last viable backup point...Julie Manners Ambervale will activate fully in... four hours, fifty nine minutes... Please refrain from any strenuous activities on this unit until full activation.” She closed her eyes, falling into some sort of deep sleep as her bosom heaved.

Marcus got up and stretched a little. It was so exciting to wait for the thing he had wanted to finally happen, but even the frisson of impatience couldn’t quite stave off the enroaching exhaustion sweeping over him from the day’s excitement. Adrenaline, horniness, and caffeine from the office cafeteria could only take one so far. He tried to stifle his manhood a little, and the chill of the shower in the cool summer night had helped a lot, but even then, he still clearly had the tiniest hint of wood as he climbed into bed in only his pyjamas. Perhaps he would wake early and skip his exercises for one morning, he mused. After all, he wasn’t planning to rush it, but he’d probably get his cardio from a different type of jogging tomorrow.

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Marcus woke up, slightly dozy from the earliness of the hour, as he climbed out of bed from his side. He briefly tapped on the laptop that controlled Julie, observing that he had another hour or two. He still felt pent up after all that sleep, and he needed to blow off that steam before he did something stupid with it.

The morning air was crisp with promise as he jogged down the pathway. Some habits had died hard. Even as Elliot had left to be part of Senator Bundt’s family, Marcus had felt the need to keep things up. He’d kept eating carefully and lightly, exercising almost daily at least in the morning, and had even spoken to a few experts about his callisthenics routine, aided either by his weight working against his exertions or the resistance equipment on the exercise ground of the block.
This early, nobody would be using the children’s playground, he expected. The lack of people exercising was a disappointment though – surely good health was the right of all people underneath the care of the company. He stretched, he did a few lunges, a few careful pushups, a couple of flexibility runs and lunges, before returning to his home and brewing a small cup of caffeine and downing some rejuvenation therapy pills as per the doctor’s order every day.
Marcus walked into the main bedroom and saw something that took his breath away.
Julie’s lightly tanned body had sat up in bed on its own, her eyes slightly sleepy as she watched the morning sun through the windows of the bedroom. She had doffed all the wedding gown stuff onto the ground next to her side of the bed, leaving her body totally naked, Marcus watched the way she had risen, his eyes tracing every line of her perfect imperfection, trying to count the freckles on her back and giving up after a few attempts at such a pointless endeavour.
As if sensing this hunger, Julie turned a little to look, her eyes locking with his, her face the very picture of a well kept woman with some experience in life. Her pouty lips still had lipstick on them, as they slowly opened, the faint gleam of whitish teeth showing. Julie seemed to be like a deer in the headlights of a car, a prime display of nature in all its glory, except instead of a lovely crown of antlers, it was a finely honed body, not overly muscular but still toned. The F-cupped breasts helped, dangling under the force of gravitiy but still maintaining a juicy pair of teardrops, beckoning his lust.
She tilted her head, and spoke the very words she’d been programmed to say every morning wakeup.”... And a beautiful morning to you. Dear.”
Marcus briefly stifled a little gasping. “Morning Julie.... did you sleep well?” He leaned over to kiss her on the cheek, causing her to close her eyes and purr happily.
Julie nodded and opened those cerulean eyes of hers again. While reading up, Marcus had learnt a funny phrase: “Pigmented Fibrovascular tissue”. Simply put, the reason why irises had that peculiar microbranching texture and color that they had. Human eyes had it. Android eyes shouldn’t... Seamus had apparently violated that ban and Marcus was grateful for it, losing himself in them.
Juliie snapped her fingers twice, giggling. “You keep doing that. Is everything okay?”
Marcus recovered after an extra moment. “I... I’m sorry. I’m an artist, I keep finding beauty or making it. I just can’t stop that obsession.” He apologised. “Anyhow.... I think I might practice making it a little today, since I don’t have to go to work.... is that okay with you?”
Julie let out a soft purr of laughter. He would grow to get an impossible kick out of it over time, it was so lush and wonderful in his ears. “Everything you do is okay with me... Everything...” Marcus shifted uneasily, trying to hide the slight erection in his exercise pants, the loose fabric helping out fortunately.
After a brief chatter, Marcus walked out into the corridor connecting the various rooms of the ground floor, wheezing a little as he realised he had held his breath repeatedly over the past ten minutes, like a sniper training to shoot well.
It was fortunate that he had found excuses to get out of the room quickly, or he might have started training to ‘shoot well’ in a different sense. Not that he would have minded. Not that she would have either. She was his perfect woman, one who might have had reproductive issues, but would never betray his trust. And in any case, if she was forced to, there would be some pretty interesting evidence of the deed if it was done in certain ways....
He shook his head a little, drawing a Grandpa Smith apple from the fridge, its skin wizened and wrinkled from the simple act of keeping things natural and not going mad with additions that nobody should be eating.... he then proceeded to the studio loft above and started opening a blind box from LESGO, smiling as it turned out to be an assembly set for a flower. The box had calmly stated it was for children 8 and up, and declared itself to contain bricks for a type of flower called... a clitoria.
Marcus blushed bright red as he read the box. Dammit, read the room, LESGO. He wanted to calm himself down by sublimating his lust into creation, but assembling a blocky version of something named after the sensual lines of the female organ WAS NOT HELPING! Besides, was it really a good idea to name something for kids after something so clearly sensual?
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Marcus tried to rein it in as he started assembling the toy bricks, sweating feverishly as if in some sort of fugue. As he topped the sculpture off and stood back, he realised he needed a shower and walked back into the corridors to get to his bedroom for some clothing.
Julie was standing in the kitchen, apparently making some sort of soup. Using a sauce plate, she brought a small sample of it to her mouth and sipped. Tiny microsystems studded around her tongue and nose cavity wafted the scent and taste of the stew, creating a complex profile of the nutrients and chemicals swirling in the brownish water. She added a little more starch to thicken it, watching the vegetables and the meat that had provided almost all of the water in the soup to begin with. The very picture of a wife. Not a tradwife, but someone who wanted it all – all the pleasures of modernity, and none of the interruptions of being subservient.

Marcus practically started hovering like Neelix the Cat, the scent of the stew bringing him closely against her frame, his arms wrapped around and carefully enjoying copping a feel of her body through the gingham dress and pale blue apron she had donned to cook. He kissed her lightly against the back of her jaw. “Making lunch?” He asked briefly.

Julie nodded in reply. “Well, yeah. I thought a little mulligawtawny would be nice... I baked some bread to go with it too. You have been busy in your studio for approximately... 92. point. five minutes. since we last spoke.” Marcus nodded and closed his eyes as he planted his chin against her left shoulder, enjoying the home life he had wanted. He would have to remind Bellamy though – real humans did not get this persnickety and accurate about things unless they were doing actual architecture or chemistry or other things were being absolutely accurate to the smallest details was critical.... Julie would be more lifelike with a rougher sense of things in her speech....
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The rest of the day went by calmly, a blur of subtle busy-work masquerading as a honeymoon away from the demands of the world. Housework mutually shared. Julie showing interest in the clitoria LESGO set Marcus had bricked together, perhaps a little too much. Meals. Quiet time spent sitting together on the living room couch, hands locked together, saying nothing but taking a nap. Or at least, Julie was. Marcus kept opening his eyes to sneak glimpses of the Goddess descended upon his home.
He briefly fantasised about Elliot coming back home from the arms of Senator Bundt to his Papa. They would be a lovely family of three. Hopefully Julie would complement Elliot and vice versa nicely... and if not... well, it was kind of nice that Julie was reprogrammable. Elliot was a bit weird in not being not so much amenable, but he could be taught easily to embrace a family, he hoped.
Marcus still managed to fall asleep eventually, and by the time they had awoken, it was so late that they had to settle for a cheat meal. The last two TV meals in his fridge after he had ceased to eat unhealthily for so long. He watched as Julie carefully indulged herself in the hamburger meal, her fingers gently gripping the bun and the contents within with care as she introduced it to her belly, one small chew at a time. Marcus stifled a momentary urge to groan as the way Julie held the burger and each fry, her fingers making poses that suggested to his lustful side that perhaps she could grip other things gently yet firmly while introducing them to her mouth.
Julie got up eventually and grabbed the trays, delivering them to the trash compactor with an ease that suggested she had fully mapped every nook and cranny of the house. “That was nice, but I wouldn’t feed you something with this much salt and fat regularly.” She observed. “It’s better to eat healthy.”
Marcus nodded, then sniffed at himself and realised the shower he had meant to take just before lunch should have been taken after all. “I’m going to take a shower. Sorry. You must think me rancid not to wash off this long.”
Julie beamed. “It happens. Besides....” She closed her eyes and leaned in to take a whiff... “you smell to me of manliness.” She was probably making this up, there was no such thing as manliness and her sensors were just returning random garbage that would have irked a real human woman. “Go ahead.”
Marcus obliged himself, quickly grabbing some pyjamas and a towel for his cleaning. As he hit the shower, the warm spray loosened the exhaustion and grime from him as he sat on the tiled ledge in the bathroom shower, watching the water come down in rivulets along him and the glass door to the cubicle.
There was a sliding noise, as the cubicle opened and shut, allowing in Julie after a minute or two. She had disrobed entirely, smiling as she grabbed a sponge and sat down next to him in the cubicle, which was roomy enough to allow them to sit this way without contorting. Her body was now on full display, the buxomy curves like a fine sculpture thrust into a waterfall, which kind of made sense given the waterfall shower head in the ceiling.
Marcus was trying really, REALLY hard to be a good boy, but his cock was beginning to start swelling again from the proximity and sensuality of his loving wife. “J... Julie...” he tried to think of a gentle way to describe his growing, raging hunger for her, to take all of her... “Would you.... erm.... make love to me?”
Julie froze briefly as if in shock, her eyes focusing and unfocusing as she stared blankly at Marcus. After what seemed like a minute, she slowly shifted herself to sit down on Marcus, topping him and letting her perfect honey pussy swallow the engorging cock. “Yes, dear.... you seemed tense when I came in... I will f-fuck you now...” Her voice stuttered briefly – Marcus chalked it up to a momentary glitch in loading new data to adapt to her new task. There was also the matter of how she had responded to a gentle entreaty for some sex with a response that seemed to describe a lovemaking session that would be more akin to grinding him down to a paste.
Julie slowly pumped herself up and down on Marcus, her nipples stiffening as her thighs seemed to operate like they were full of springs. Marcus wanted a little more, deciding to reach his hands out to paw at her breasts like a pair of superballs, his fingers gently clamping onto her nipples and feeling them. Julie started moaning, half-closing her eyes. “Harder....” she begged, as her vagina started squeezing more and more as if to keep it all bottled up in Marcus. Her stamina was remarkable, lasting a seemingly long time before Marcus spewed into her, causing her to squeal in orgasmic tones running erratically over two or three registers.
And it was not over... after a few minutes more, they had come out of the shower together to towel off, her lips still slightly open as she kept eating Marcus like a supper, kissing and caressing him as he carried her by her butt into the bedroom. He gently laid her down on the bed, this time taking the lead in pumping himself into her. Julie kept taking it all in, every single bit of reddening shaft, her face contorted in ecstasy and bliss that she seemed demanding to share with Marcus...
What had begun as a test quickie slowly turned into an endurance and flexibility test, as Marcus and Julie took turns to lead each other in various positions, their grinding testing the bedsprings of their bed, the bookshelves in the loft, the living room couch, interspersed ever so often with gentle explorations of each other’s bodies and mouths before suddenly testing more of the furniture in the house...

It may have been too much, as Marcus finally cut her off with a command. “Julie, would you kindly stop your current main activity?” after what had seemed like the eighth round of her pounding onto him like a reverse jackhammer. She froze in mid copulation, before slowly peeling her pussy off his sore dick and gently kissing him, as if to thank Marcus for giving her so much. “You’re so good to me, honey. I love you. We should do this again some other time... I require some time to clean up before I perform any other activities. I have... approximately 32 hours of activity remaining before requiring a recharge based on prior activity patterns for the previous four hours.”

Marcus panted weakly on his back as he smiled. He would have LOVED to keep going forever, but it was clear she was probably capable of lasting the forty hours on a full charge. There were some Australian marsupials that were capable of marathon sex till death, and he did not want to add his own species to the list by accident, he reflected, watching Julie slowly turn away and leave the room for the bathroom. Oh yes, he had to file that report, he admitted to himself as he got on a bedrobe and tiredly reached for his smart tablet to call in to work...

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"And so, I want to conclude my report for the past 24 hours with this. I believe Julie is a wonderful substitute for a real woman, at least in the context of a lonely eight-times-spurned involuntary celibate like me, but caution should be taken during operation as she is possibly capable of killing the user if left to operate non-stop in certain modes on a full charge of 80% without manual user intervention...” Marcus calmly and professionally reported.
Seamus Arendt deadpanned back in response. “Look, Marcus, I know you want to frame it professionally, and it’s an admirable quality that you keep complying with company standards even on your holidays,” he started a response on the Xoom conference with both his brother Bellamy and an attending young man from the legal department who had been read in on Project Last Ditch, but hadn’t quite fully comprehended the sheer audacity of the project until two minutes ago.
Seamus paused, trying to frame his response with the same professionality, then decided to just fuck it. “but what you’re basically saying is that we need to work on more safety measures and maybe the final product could get away with being a little less gorgeous.”
The poor young man from Legal swayed and fainted off screen, sending stationery clattering as his workstation detected the apparent cardiac event and cut him off from the call while summoning paramedics to take care of him. Seamus looked over at the window as it cut off, sighing. “Excuse me. Bellamy, could you take over finishing this meeting for me? I think that poor Joseph kid just had the worst introduction to how fine the bleeding edge in this company can get.” Another window closed, leaving Bellamy Arendt and Marcus staring at each other.
Bellamy looked at Marcus through his emo hairdo. Marcus briefly wondered when Bellamy would grow up and at least trim the hair blocking his eyes. He could keep the bloody depressing rock going on his radio when nobody else was in his office, but by god, he was much too old to still be depressed. Certainly not when he was flying so high like the Four (Three?) Brothers...
Bellamy gave a small cough as he leafed through the printouts. “There’s no major hardware issues on the horizon, as far as I can tell, but maybe we should do an overhaul and maintenance on the prototype on Monday. You can bring it in yourself.”
Marcus mused. “But she’s working so well... a little too well... in fact, I think I don’t even want to lose a moment with her beyond the necessary recharges and self maintenances and stuff... I’m gooning, aren’t I?”
Bellamy put on a pair of bifocals he had adopted after his eyesight had finally started caving in slowly from age even with the rejuve he was splurging on... “I never did get into the brain rot thing as a teen, but let me assure you, given how intense she can apparenty get, I need to make sure that she doesn’t experience a catastrophic failure. You might get even more upset than Vizhar Nahrendi lost a billion dollars in communications satellite from a multi-launch rocket blowing up... especially if it blows up while on your launch pad, if you catch my drift.”
Bellamy rolls his eyes briefly as a message drifts into his side view: “The lawyer is okay, but has begged us to garnish his wages because he wants what Mr Manners is having.”
“Excuse me, Marcus...” Bellamy briefly interrupted himself as he typed a reply over. “Tell him we’re not necessarily producing an actual product, this is just product research.” Admittedly, it was extremely successful relative to the effort they had put in so far. Corners not affecting user safety (hopefully) had been cut in a few places, and a real woman would probably still beat out what they had sent Marcus home with in the long run on many aspects... still, everything was worth trying once. He just didn’t think it meant it was worth doing as a mass product...
“Now... erm... Any questions?” Bellamy asked. “Anything that came to mind while you were testing?”
“How intelligent is she, really?” Marcus asked. He had a fantasy of Julie becoming a woman who could appreciate his intellectual pursuits, not just his body or hands, a sort of soulmate he could share actual philosophical debates with, using their mouths and minds, if not necessarily their other junk as well.
“Well... it’s hard to exactly quantify theoretical intelligence on the unit over a Xoom call, I think it’d be easier to show you in person when we do the maintenance stuff... But she does know a basic amount of the GCCC at least.” Bellamy thoughtfully noted. “You know... Gardening, Cooking, Cleaning, Callisthenics, Copulation...”
Marcus asked the obvious question given his healthy lifestyle. “What about Cardio?”
Bellamy blinked. “I should think that Copulation covers it, but you’re right, why didn’t I consider that as an option?” He furiously scribbled more notes down. “And yes, I’ve seen the Color-Blindness thing... god knows I was having those problems too during development. Just like with my dev-environment’s choice of highlighting syntax. Anyhow... perhaps you should go enjoy the company of your lady... I need to do actual work on more than just this you know.”
Marcus nodded lazily. “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.” He cut the call and beamed, skipping out to check on the gardening Julie had set herself to doing.