The Android Riots of 2033 Chapter II - Awakening (Revision)

[agent_smith]

The fembot was very pretty, and as perfect as a woman could be. Long, dark brown hair. Large, dark, very sexy eyes. Thick luscious lips and perfect teeth. Tallish, dark brown complexion, busty, gravity defying breasts with dark nipples. A hint of abs in her flat stomach, slim waist and a fair amount of pubic hair above her inviting vagina, tight legs and some jiggle in her "apple bottom".

Charlie slowly walked around the body in the chilly, air conditioned room.

“I've watched movies like Star Trek and Terminator, but I didn't think that robots so advanced actually existed," she said. "As good as if not better than the Nova android that escaped Malstrom Air Force Base in Montana."

"Oh, I see you've finally met Michelle." Dr. Liddell said.

Charlie had a certain look on her face. A mixture of confusion and slight jealousy. "Yeah, when were you going to tell me about her?"

"Later, today or tomorrow."

"And how long did it take to build your sex toy?" Charlie said.

"Oh, no, Michelle's not a toy. I mean, I know how this looks, but she is so much more."

She was built and designed by a team of engineers led by Dr. Eric Liddell as an experiment in advanced robotics and artificial intelligence. Her design is based on the April android built by Warren Mears in Santa Monica, California. Dr. Liddell was sent the schematics online by Dr. George Emerson, PhD, a robotics professor at California Technical University (CalTech). It took five years and an estimated quarter billion dollars to build her.

It was a combination of government grants and private money from people that don't want to be known. It was a classified team of Russian, Japanese, Korean and American scientists that contributed to the project.

These scientists and a plastic surgeon designed her body based on a scans of a human female in her early to mid-twenties. Her personality was an advanced heuristic algorithm that used a database to form a composite based on the characteristics that are desirable in an ideal companion.

"She seems so realistic and lifelike." Charlie said.

"Yeah, she pretty much is. Would you like to activate her?" he said.

"Sure, why not?" Charlie said.

"Fembot Model: PCM-21 NGlA. Commencing diagnostic.” She at once began slightly moving her body in a jerky fashion, and then said with a calm monotone voice, “Motor systems...nominal. CPU Matrix...nominal. Memory...nominal. Sensors...nominal. All systems are functioning within normal parameters. Michelle personality simulation commences." Her regular soft, delicate voice starts. "My Designation is Michelle. I am functioning properly. All systems are operating in normal parameters."

Charlie stepped back from the table. She was staring at the fembot, that had just spoken.

"Hello, Dr. Liddell. Hello, ma'am. I'm fully functional now. What tasks would you like me to perform," Michelle said, smiling at them.

"This is Charlie Stephens. She is an agent with the National Security Agency." Dr. Lyddell said.

"Hello, Ms. Stephens. What is your access level?" She said.

"Access level? Oh, you mean my security clearance." Charlie said.

"Yes. That is correct." Michelle said.

"Commander Charlie Marie Stephens, Level Red, Yankee White/SCI Omega 13." she said.

"Searching...United States Government database. Commander Charlie Marie Stephens. National Security Agency, Special Operations Division. Yankee White/SCI Omega 13 Clearance confirmed. Red Level Confirmed. I'm sorry about that. As a classified computer system, I had to confirm your access privileges,” Michelle said.

"You have a Yankee White clearance? Did the President send you?" Dr. Lydell said.

"No, the National Security Council sent me here as part of a special mission to the Middle East," Charlie said.

"You mean Iraq." he said.

"I did not say that." Charlie teased.

"Am I going to Iraq, ma'am?" Michelle said.

Charlie looked at her. "Please, stop calling me ma'am. My name's Charlie. And put some clothes on, for God's sake. I don't care if you're a machine, it still doesn't look comfortable." The pretty fembot gracefully got up off the table, walked across to a closet. Opening the closet, she started looking over the clothes that were shelved there.

Advanced fembots or gynoids like Michelle are different from women. Even though Michelle was a self-thinking, intuitive fembot, there would always be differences demarcating the barrier between fembot and woman. For example, Michelle appeared to be in her right mind and able to make many of her own decisions, but if she was caught nude, her first reaction wasn't to grab for her clothing and cover herself back up from nakedness. To Michelle, and most of other fembots, there was no difference between nude and clothed. They happily remained in whatever state they were put in last. This is a leftover from their original programming. The only reason they wore clothing was to blend in with everyone else.

After she finished dressing, Michelle walked over to them. They eyed each other for a long moment. Charlie broke the silence. "So, um, Michelle. What's it like?"

Michelle tilted her head. "What is what like, Charlie?"

"Being a sex toy for Dr. Lydell." Charlie said.

"Now hold it, right there. I built this android, and I can do whatever I choose," he said.

"You built it with the help of your fellow taxpayers, doctor. Continue, Michelle." Charlie said.

"I do not know exactly how to answer that." There was a pause; Charlie could swear she heard gears turning. "I am programmed to provide pleasure and enjoyment for my owner, and I take tremendous pleasure in doing that. I cannot imagine doing anything else."

"But, but you don't really feel anything, do you? I mean, you're just a machine, you don't really react or think or feel or do any of those things?" Charlie blurted out.

Michelle tilted her head and shrugged, an entirely natural-seeming shrug. "Charlie, I do not know how to answer the question. I have been told by my owner that I appear to think, feel, and even to love him, and that is entirely sufficient for me." It smiled, radiating pure contentment.

"And being used as a sex toy is OK?"

The machine gave a soft, delicate laugh. "OK? Charlie, it is what I am designed for. My entire function is to provide sexual pleasure. There is nothing more important to me than making sure my owner is sexually satisfied. Nothing else matters."

"I noticed Michelle that you are, umm... Fully anatomically correct?" Charlie said.

"I am fully anatomically correct with functioning human female genitalia." Michelle said.

Dr. Lydell fumed. "What in the hell is going on here? Why are you here, Commander Stephens?"

"So, now you want to be formal. I'm here because of Project Decoy. You are familiar with the demonstration at Delos, Nevada." Charlie said.

"Yes, I'm on the Board of Directors of Westworld Industries. The theme parks Westworld, Medieval World, Greek World and Gangsterworld are on an decommissioned military base." Dr. Lydell said.

"That area is about as decom as kids on a water slide in July. There have been some incidents there." Charlie said.

"Everything has been shut down. All of the systems are being audited, redesigned and recoded." He said.

"While this is true, the Pentagon is not taking any chances. We have some issues to take care of first." Charlie said.