For your reading pleasure

[pakled]

Just put up a couple of stories in Fembotwiki (actually robotman put them up, and a hearty thanks).

Double Blind is the first - mainly how good an android could you make? Where's the line between people and androids?

Unexpected Modifications - you know if there's machinery, someone's going to want to modify it. And someone else is going to want to steal it...

I'll put a sample in, but the actual stories are very long (40+ pages), so I wouldn't tease anyone with nibbles and bytes...over several days.

Unexpected Modifications -

Sometimes, not only paranoids think someone's out to get them. Jacob Aster had the same problem, but without the insanity. Or did he?

"Get your finger out of my eye," Isabella said, recoiling slightly. She pushed the small port back into place, as the artificial skin closed around it.

"Sorry, 'bella," Jacob, her owner said. "I noticed your lachrymals were depleted. I hate to see you cry, but they needed replenishing." She didn't need to know about the latest modification to her programming. Or how much it cost.

She nodded silently, her flawless skin almost glowing with happiness. Her eyes shifted to green, as she modified herself to please her human master. Her hair lengthened, full symmetrical breasts expanded tightly against her dress, and her ass rounded deliciously as she settled into place.

"How about the boobs; too over the top?" she asked playfully, swelling them even larger.

"You're teasing me again," he accused, as she grinned.

"Of course, my robo-pimp," she said.

"That's RJ, Isabella. I'm not a 'robo-pimp.' Robot Jockey. Where'd you hear that, anyway?"

"One of the customers at the last show," she replied, "He wasn't as pleasing as you." Stroking his cheek, she watched in satisfaction as her subroutines noted his response, and cataloged it with the thousands of other points of data that made her 'perfect' for him.

"Well, don't go and get a complex about it. Sometimes sex brings out the worst in people. You're my girl," he added, as he took her hand. It did bother him; things were changing, and not for the better.

Robot Jockeys were the century's answer to entertainments of the past. The first androids had come out only a couple of decades ago, and the technology was still in the sweet spot where engineers designed for hobbyists, or 'shade tree programmers', to modify and enhance the capabilities of the latest models. Jacob was one of the better ones, who bought, sold, and wrote his own routines for his charge, Isabella.

He'd just finished the latest mod, a 'judgment' mod that allowed for 'bending' the three laws, as opposed to being rigidly followed. It seemed to make her a little more playful, a little more...human. Outsiders had a name for it; Galatea Syndrome, after the Greek statue maker. Well, so be it.

The cost...that was the problem. The newest models coming out from various companies were locked down, less changeable. Sadly, most people couldn't tell the difference, and that was cutting into their bottom line. They'd toured in any manner of clubs, parties, and even universities, but with the latest recession, money was becoming hard to come by. If they didn't make a profit on tonights' show...

There was a knock on the door, which drew his attention to his surroundings, primarily for escape routes. A back dressing room in a 'roboclub ', they were the headliners for the evening's entertainment. Fulfilling fantasies for money...well, maybe he was a robo-pimp, but he squinted against the mirror with its too-bright framing of his tired eyes and the contrast of his pleasurebot.