A Day in the Life of Joseph Avens 2

[GZ02]

>ex/standby_
>07:40:00. 09. 07. 2041.
upld EXE.FILE B-02/2100002
ver>strt>
>GOOD_MORNING_JOSEPH_THE_TIME_IS/7_40/AM_//IT_IS_TIME_TO_BEGIN_YOUR_DAY_
end/syn

>_

>JOSEPH_: unresponsive.

>loadEXE.FILE B-02/4555878
strt:BIO/scanprog_aud/begin_
aud/incr+2.014_
vid/xray/incr+6.75_

HR: 58
BPM: 25.6
TEMP: 37.1C
000000000001111111000000011
completed/JOESEPH_/norm

>end:BIO/

>_

>loadEXE.FILE B-09/99999564
strt_

Joseph gently bobbed up and down as she gently shook his shoulder. The suggestive playfulness of earlier was replaced with a slightly poignant urgency. This finally shook him to groggy wakefulness.

“Alright! Alright already. I’m awake!”.

A faint beep. A brief pause. whirrr. The arm drew back again. She stood over him again, motionless as she processed data. Joseph put his palms up to his eyes and rubbed the sleepiness from them, grunting, and then opened his eyes to look up at her.

She looked down at him vacantly, expressionless.
scanning
A casual observer would have thought of her as either of Central or Eastern European descent had she been human. What gave her away was the unnatural shine of her cheeks, forehead, nose and chin. The high-density dermicone that hid her true nature was slightly tanned, absolutely flawless and framed by a thick mane of lustrous golden blond hair. Her hair was piled high up on her head and pulled away from her strange face save for a few tendrils that fell delicately. High forehead, oval face with a strong rounded jaw. She looked to be in her early-mid Thirties. Her shimmering features were arranged in a parody of sexual innuendo. Full pouting shiny-wet cherry red lips sat over a tight nestled chin. Arched brows were carefully set over long thick black lashes and black permanent eyeliner that framed large deep green unblinking eyes that actually were not eyes at all but realistically painted plastic cups, each cup housing a tiny television camera. The company where Joseph worked had taken great care to make her eyes as real as possible, even for the lower-end HER700 series models — as she was. He could have chosen a more realistic higher-end HER1400, but found the former more comfortable to work with. He had even specifically asked to leave out simulated blood vessels in the whites of her eyes, preferring clear whites instead. Joseph could almost see the tiny cameras lodged within the fixed open pupils as she processed the continuous stream of visual input she was receiving through them. He could make out the irises of the cameras enlarging and contracting. Her shiny full cheeks were permanently tinted a slight rouge that gave her an eerie sense of vivacity. Moderate amounts of mascara and eye shadow were permanently applied above and around her painted eyes. A petite angular triangle nose complete with tiny nostrils brought everything together as her face floated in the sea of orange blond fake hair.

A manikin’s face. A doll’s face. An idealistic metaphor of beauty and sex.

After a few seconds, she spoke. Her sexy rubber lips, hinged on hidden internal wiry supports that were her jaws, opened and closed like a fish, somewhat in sync with the synthetic female voice that emanated through them, not precisely equipped to form themselves around the words. Her cheeks dimpled as she moved her jaws. Joseph reveled in their artificiality.

“your reaction time is slower than normal this morning. did you sleep well?”

Her voice became appropriately higher in pitch as she finished her inquiry. Joseph could see the mechanisms working inside her mouth as she talked and he marveled at her apparent intuitiveness. This was the first time she had said anything that was outside her usual rote. Amorphic neural net. Fuzzy logic. She was learning, he thought. He stretched, yawned and clasped his hands behind his head looking at her and sighed.

“I think so, Eve. I just don’t like getting up some days.”

Eve stared back with her painted sexy face, unemotional and processed. Sound of a drive starting up.

“i am happy you think so but i am sorry you don’t like getting up some days, joseph.”

Turing protocol. Tried, tested and true.

Eve then cocked her head like a dog, her fixed eyes continued to monitor him.

>load EXE.FILE B-08/002205885/dia/4537
eng/pro/BREAK_/00023
ver>strt: WHAT_WOULD_YOU_LIKE_FOR_BREAKFAST_/?<v0001/JOSEPH_

>__

I’D/i would/ LIKE_TWO_SLICES_OF_TOAST_LIGHT_BUTTER_A_BOWL_OF_CEREAL_AND_A_MEDIUM_GLASS_ORANGE_JUICE_PLEASE_EVE_

00000000000011100000000001101111111 11111111111110000000000000111100
>voc:conf?/process/(PLEASE_EVE_)/conf:y
11111111000100000000001111100001011 00000000111000000001111001111111

>respond-proc/y/990.8889701_

“is that all, honey?” Eve continued dutifully and waited for Joseph’s confirmation.

“That’s it, Eve, Thank you.”

“you are welcome, joseph. i shall prepare your breakfast request now. preparation time will be 9 minutes 20 seconds. see you in the kitchen.”

With that, she straightened and backed away. Wirrrr. Her pouting sexy face turned away now hidden in a cocoon of blond hair as her head turned to locate the open doorway. Her body then swiveled smoothly in a chorus of whining servos to match up with her head in a strange, graceful single turnabout move of ballet robotique. After lining herself up, she walked purposefully in slow even strides out the doorway into the hall and down the steps. Joseph noticed for the first time that Eve was wearing a tight black PVC tube dress which left almost nothing to the imagination, barely able to contain her generous D-cup tits and ending oh-just-so below her bulging glutes. Matching high heel platform sandals and arm length gloves that opened to lace at the base of the fingers accessorized her outfit. The ultimate call-girl. Her fingernails and toenails were tinted the same crimson red as her lips. She was beyond radiant with her shiny PVC and her tanned and gleaming rubber silicone skin. She looked like she had been dipped in a vat of clear baby oil. She looked as hot as he imagined she'd be when he programmed her dress mode for the morning. Joseph began to feel warm.

He finally decided to get up as he heard the heavy measured click clack click clack of Eve’s heeled feet hitting the bare floor of the main lobby downstairs and then fading as she went into the kitchen. He went into the closet to find some clothes. He hated showering and shaving in the morning choosing to do them the night before so mornings would be simply be “get-up-and-go”. Joseph’s restrained horniness increased and as he dressed he casually thought about getting some custom Dollware program modules he had lying around and fancied programming Eve to do a little bit of 'servicing' before leaving for work. He had programmed her to wake him early so he would have the extra time.

[wjbaines]

This is awesome bro.

[PowerDroid5000]

looking forward for the "extra time"