Teacher: Lesson 1

[Grendizer]

Preface:

If you are daring or incurious, skip down to the story title.

First I should say to the community, since I'm new here, thanks for having such a wonderful place!

Second, I should detail my own quirks enough so you can decide if this is the sort of fiction you'll be into:

I like my androids (fembots, if you prefer), very flesh-like. They are apt to be more like Bishop than Data, although not nearly so wet and squishy inside. There are no obvious access panels, data ports, or joint seems, although there is physical access, just more subtle.

My androids are almost indistinguishable from humans in most ways on the outside, but often speak in a strange (but not necessarily robotic) way and are often preternaturally perfect. They have enhanced capabilities and are programmable and upgradeable. Their sexual components may not be precisely analogous to human sex organs, in the same way that sex toys often aren't.

I like stories in which androids are submissive and protect people, or sacrifice themselves for people. Selfless and loyal retainers, if you will. I don't always write those kind of stories, but they interest me.

Also, if you find erotic material offensive, then you shouldn't read this. I don't skip the juicy bits -- I linger on them. I am very specific too, so don't say I didn't warn you. Also, there is an actual story here, not just sex, and the sex matters to the story -- it is not gratuitous.

There is reference to underage sex, although it is not described (in either an immediate or flashback sense). There are no underage fembots.

Finally, I don't mind critiques. If you have suggestions, feel free to post them. Also, think of "Lesson 1" as "Part 1."

Thanks,

Grendizer

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Teacher: Lesson 1

by Grendizer



Baron Gray already knew everything the professors had tried to teach him. He wondered, sometimes, if they only did it to keep up appearances. After all, no one attended college to learn anymore. Networking, prestige, and access to expensive and specialized lab equipment, that was the game now. Baron just wanted to get back to his dorm room. His heart beat a little faster at the thought. He looked away from the floating history text in his field of vision, glancing at Professor Tanenbaum. He knew, by his mannerisms and speech patterns, that the man had passed the century mark a while ago, although by looks alone the touch of salt and pepper at his temples wouldn't give away a hint beyond 45. Baron frowned. The ancient and tenured profs stuck to the old ways like glue, until it came to dying a “natural” death. Then they seemed happy enough to explore modern methods, however new. The man swarmed with nanometric synthetics.

The text scrolled up once again, queued by the pace of the lecture. Baron ignored the whole spectacle, even when the ancient man deigned to use multimedia. His thoughts drifted back to his dorm room and what waited their for him. Distantly, he realized the entire class looked as distracted as him. No wonder. Baron new his predicament would be a tired story, should he share it with anyone around him. When the prof dismissed the class, the room emptied as if the whole business had been a virtual reality charade. There hadn't been much difference, after all, with the minor exception of his own physical presence.

The campus stretched around him, a sprawl of gardens and ancient brickwork nestled in the lethargy of late autumn. As with most days, very few actual humans were in evidence. Most of the human-like creatures he passed along the walkways and shortcuts were obviously androids, machines controlled by campus security or the administration for various purposes. Quite often they taught the classes. Baron considered that the ultimate irony. He grinned. If not for such creatures, his college experience would be lonely, given the sparse population of physically present humans. The low population had proven a boon, though, since it allowed his parents the means to afford a dorm room without a roommate. Even so, the present number of real humans seemed lower than normal, and those he saw moved with a purposeful speed he'd not often seen on campus. He put it down to the weather, unusually bright and warm for the season.

In little time he reached his destination. Almost before he closed the door, a swirl of movement caught his eye. A pair of warm arms encircled his neck and pulled him in, nubile breasts squeezed into his chest, and moist lips that tasted faintly of peach pressed over his mouth. He stayed like that for several moments before pulling away. Baron gazed down into a beautiful elfin face, devoid of blemish, crowned by a tumble of brunette hair that hid shoulders in a cloud of curls. The gaze of her jade irises traced his features with adoration. He knew that look well, and his heart skipped a beat. Her nudity told him that she had pleasured herself before his arrival. She had convinced him that she could feel pleasure, so he gifted her with certain modifications in her behavior.

“I missed you too, Beth,” he said to his real teacher. Bethany had taught him since the age of ten. She and his parents tutored him exclusively until college. For his fifteenth birthday, he hacked her, making her seductive embrace part of his lessons ever since. Over the years he had upgraded her systems radically while maintaining her external appearance. The tactic was a necessity but not a problem: even during the onset of puberty, only a small number of sex symbols had managed to arouse him more. Bethany had proven her value as his lover and confidant for five years now. His parents, he felt sure, still didn't know, or if they knew they didn't disapprove enough to interfere.

“I wish to be with you in the classroom, Master,” she said.

“It's a pleasant wish for me,” he said, running a finger through her curls. It wasn't the first time she had registered that appeal, not the first time he had answered her so, but even though Baron couldn't allow her in his classes, the desire in her voice quickened him. His manhood stirred behind his zipper like a beast slipping from hibernation and strained against Bethany's supple pelvis.

Seeing this, the android gave him a languorous smile and pulled him closer. “I wish to be with you,” she whispered into his ear. Baron thrilled at the simple seduction. Over time, her learning module came to appreciate the power of that trigger on his libido. The heat that rose in him when her lips delivered that message at his earlobe coaxed a sigh from deep in his chest. He could feel the warm pelting of her simulated breath on his jaw. The fact that she only breathed, only existed at all for his sake threatened to undo him. Her hands unlocked from behind his neck, slid down his chest, and began an increasingly desperate job of unbuckling his belt. Baron heard the buzz of his zipper sliding open. Petite hands, preternatural in their softness, plunged into his pants. Fingers encircled his scrotum and shaft, and a he could feel soft vibrations start to pulse from her hands. His balance threatened to falter, and his back smacked gently against the door. The view of the creek outside melted away, as his eyes rolled back. A whiff of peach blossom filled his nostrils, and he knew her synthetic flesh had begun to exude the edible lubricant he had installed so long ago. Her hands became slick over him, slowly tightening their grip. Baron's erection grew almost painful, as Bethany stroked him with increasing vigor.

Bethany knelt before him, pulling his pants to his ankles in the same motion. Her curls tickled his thighs, as she took him into her mouth. Baron wondered if she had spiked the room with human pheromone analogue, such was his arousal. Other upgrades began to work deep in the android's throat, undulating movements no human could duplicate caressed him. Moist cilia swirled along his glans. Her tongue, laced with inhibitors, prevented him from climaxing too soon. Ten times he lost control, only to be reeled in by her ministrations before he could achieve release. She pulled away momentarily, stroking him to keep him stimulated at the knife's edge. Her big eyes looked up at him. “I will not use anymore controls, Master. You remember what to do.”

Baron smiled. Yes. He knew what to do. He would never get rid of the tutor in her. He didn't want to: his teacher, always wishing him to perform, to achieve more, charmed him, reminded him of how their relationship had started. But his warm reflection shattered when she wrapped her lips around his cock once again. Almost too late, he bore down hard, contracting his PC muscle to prevent ejaculation. Thanks to her tutelage, this did not prevent a climax. After a moment, she pulled her mouth away from him.

Bethany cocked her head to the side and looked up at him, beaming. She stroked his thighs, thrilling him. “I have such a good student,” she said. “Mr. and Mrs. Gray should be proud. Physical education is very important for a young man. We should show them a project. They would be happy.”

Baron knew she wasn't joking. Her sense of humor remained limited and rote. He hadn't found a way to retain her training routines while excising such statements. Before he perfected the hack, she had plagued him with embarrassing situations. Fortunately, he discovered this in front of friends, not family. That led to sharing her for a while. Baron grinned at the memory: he'd been so jealous. Now he found the quirk endearing. However, the idea of demonstrating such a “project” for his parents was an embarrassing non-starter.

“I think we'll pass on the project, Beth.”

Not seeming to mind the mild rebuff, Bethany stood, took his cock in one hand, and led him to the bed. The bed, like the rest of the spartan room, looked like it belonged in a home and garden show, thanks to her attentions. The android gently pushed him down to the mattress then straddled him, smiling all the while. Baron looked at her sex; her labia were almost bright red now, glistening with that peach-flavored lubricant.

“It is warm and safe inside me,” she announced. Baron didn't know where she'd gotten that from, but it amused him. Before he could decide whether to reinforce that statement, she lowered herself onto him, proving her statement. Something soft inside her swirled around his glans, groping him. He gasped, almost losing control again. The cilia that lined all her orifices began to work on him, waving up and down his erection in an almost melodic pattern. Then the vibrations started, a counterpoint to the teasing waves. Only her training kept him from coming before she even moved. Bethany leaned over him, sliding her arms around his head. She placed her lips whisper-close to his, and breathed, “warm and safe.” The sensations intensified, bringing him to panting desperation in minutes. He realized belatedly that he was under examination, that she felt the need to test his sexual endurance. His stubborn streak flared, and he rose to meet her challenge. Another orgasm shook him, but he clamped down and fought off ejaculation once again. She still hadn't really moved, although her embrace seemed to become tighter around him, her legs squeezing his hips, her arms framing his neck even closer. Minutes passed, and the stimulation began to cause his mind to blink in and out of coherence.

“Not yet,” he grated through clinched teeth.

“Right now,” she answered. The upgrades inside her seized the head of his penis, overpowering his self-control in their supple vice. Baron clung to her, spasmed, and released himself into his teacher with an intensity he hadn't experienced in many weeks. They stayed like that for minutes, as she milked him into a limp torpor. True to her word, she had not used the prolactin inhibitors, or he would have become aroused yet again. “You did well,” she said at last. “You lasted half an hour this time, all of it at level eight. That is well beyond normal human female coital ability. Your mate will be pleased with your endurance.”

“You're my mate,” he said. A frown played over his mouth. He'd been with human girls. Real girls could be fantastic, for sure, but he didn't have the stamina or aptitude to deal with the complexities that flowed beneath their personae. He preferred Bethany's comparative simplicity.

“I exist for you,” she said, “but I cannot be your mate. I cannot bear children.”

“There are machine surrogates,” he said, just to be argumentative. Her inability to procreate had never bothered him. He suspected part of his attraction to Bethany concerned this facet of her. He liked children fine, but he never saw the point in raising one.

“Those machines are not androids, and they still require an egg donor — and therefore a mate.” She sat up, still straddling him, her hands playing aimlessly over his chest. “If you acquire a mate, you can have children. Then there will be a part of you I can still serve when you are gone.”

“I won't leave you.”

“You have no choice. Humans are finite beings.”

“Tell that to professor Tanenbaum. The way things are going, nobody will be finite much longer.”

“If you have no children, whom will I tell stories to? Whom will I teach? Whom will I love?”

“I could will you to someone. Perhaps one of my friends? Jared?”

“I remember Jared. He was a good student too. He lasted longer than you did the first time. But Jared will still expire someday. More importantly, he is not you. At least your child will be half of you. I could love half of you.” She gave him a wry smile, though the look of adoration had not left her eyes.

“Perhaps I was wrong about your sense of humor.”

“I cannot laugh without you; I cannot love without you. You created those things in me.” Her delicate fingers curled into the hairs on his chest.

“I could work on that. If people can love more than one person, I'm sure that an android could. In fact, I've seen it. If I hadn't had to keep you a secret from Mom and Dad, maybe it wouldn't be a problem now. I wouldn't have had to work on you alone. I'm no genius.”

“You are my smartest pupil,” she said, her voice full of an almost possessive pride.

“I'm your only pupil.”

“Oh.” She seemed to grow wistful then. “You have not always been.”

“We were kids. It doesn't count. Anyway, why the sudden concern? I've never heard you speak about death. At least not my death.”

She cocked her head at him. “How have you not heard? Isn't your AR suite functioning?”

“I sometimes turn it off after the overload from class. Why? What happened?”

“An accident has occurred on campus,” she said. “A student has been killed.”

Apprehension wedged itself with amazing alacrity into the calm harbor of Bethany's embrace. Killings were rare. Especially accidental killings. With slow deliberateness, Baron turned on his AlterReal implant. A news holo popped up above Bethany's shoulder. He began to listen to the report in horror. An android had killed a human. The murder scene glowed before him, a nearby campus dorm room. Heavy mosaics masked the carnage from morbid eyes. Still, the mosaics could not conceal the fact that limbs did not fit together that way or that far apart. The reporter said the authorities had the suspect android in custody. Sources closed to the investigation claimed that the android had been hacked and turned against its user at the behest of an unknown assailant. The unidentified student's parent's had been notified, and classes had been canceled for the rest of the week. The administration had offered access to grief counselors.

The body must have been discovered after Tenanbaum's class, he thought. A warm hand cupped his cheek. Baron looked over at his teacher's face.

“You are my smartest pupil. I will always teach you. I will always protect you. I will always love you. I will always be warm and safe.”

Baron felt secure in his abilities, even if he didn't think he was a genius. Bethany had been properly firewalled, properly fail-safed. She had never done anything against her programming, even if it was his own mistake. Others had even tried to penetrate her controls, but he had made sure physical access would be required to truly compromise her, access only he and his parents could acquire without a vicious fight. None of this took the chill away when he remembered that her security module had been enhanced to an illicit state of lethality. Enhanced by him.

[Grendizer]

Tell me if this is working for you so far...
[Edit]Made second sentence less ... well,less.
Teacher: Lesson.1.b

Baron placed his hands on Bethany's smooth flanks. He admired the way her ever-tanned skin quivered over synthetic muscles with her every movement. Her body looked athletic, toned, but not malnourished, and his fingers made tiny hills of the pseudo-flesh between them. His thumbs came together toward her navel, and she giggled, sounding younger than her apparent 21-odd years.

“Are you going to change me again?” she asked, a mischievous note in her voice.

“Why do you like it so much?”

“Because it is as close as we can come to mating. When you are done, another part of you becomes a part of me, and there is something new in the world. I like it very much.”

“You are a strange one.”

“So long as I am your strange one,” she said, then released a contented sigh when his right thumb pressed into her navel. Baron felt a click, almost two inches into her abdomen, and her flesh gave way to close around his thumb and complete the transdermal link. His AR came to life then, a field of red alphanumerics scrolling away. Several scripts ran along his hands, pointing to his fingertips like notations in an anatomy textbook. By turns each script turned green, as his fingerprints passed verification. When they had all changed color, he felt another click, and Bethany's interface opened before his eyes like some mystic lotus. He could see the matryoshka doll of ring graphs representing the status of her various systems wrapped around each other. The security module flared red, surrounding all the other subsystems, daring anyone but her root user to tamper with its protocols. With a flick of his eyes, he pried open the module. Its properties flared up, themed like an old-time bank vault, from back when material wealth had been worth as much as virtual wealth. He opened a vault door, scanning for the property he needed. In moments he found it, a black matte Glock .45 automatic handgun. It spun slowly in the air, mimicking the ancient first person shooter games his professors probably obsessed over when they were kids. He reached out with his left hand and grasped the handle. At once, a series of options presented themselves, but he had only needed access. For the rest, he would interact with Bethany's personality.

“Beth?”

“Yes, Master?”

“List the top ten largest files from the last security module update.”

“Listing top ten security update files, ordered by capacity, ascending,” and the list popped up before him in green letters, but he listened to Bethany's recitation instead. “United States Navy SEAL Team Ordinance Field Manual, Twentieth Edition; Department of Defense Guide to Counterinsurgency, Tenth Edition; Codex Micronae: A Comprehensive Guide to Molecular Warfare, its History, Tactics, Countermeasures, and Methodology; Penetration: A History of Cyberwar; Evolving Reaper: A Definitive Guide to Military Artificial Intelligence; ...”

“Oh, crap,” he said, “I didn't even realize half that stuff was in there ...”

“... Slick's Cyberwarfare Suite, v10.5.04b; CarbonGears Nanosystems Toolkit: blackICE Edition, v5.5; DoD Tactical Psychological Warfare Package: Social Engineering Module, v15.04[SuBvERSive]; Mil.net Systems Penetration Suite, v9.5; DeepNerve Marrionette v5.2. Listing complete.” She said with good cheer, but Baron felt a deeper chill.

That's what you got when you went around collecting information for fun. The other modules contained a similarly impressive listing of probably illegal manuals and software, but the security module outshone them on the danger quotient. And now the campus surely crawled with federal agents, sniffing around for any more evidence leading them to the murderous android hacker. And here he lay, his dick jammed into the hottest piece of illicit machinery in the state, for all he knew. If the National Immune System hadn't been implemented, she'd be able to raze the whole campus in minutes, slip away unnoticed, and spread the destruction even wider at will. His will, at any rate, and that caused the problem, of course. You couldn't blame a machine, legally, even if they seemed so alive and volitional these days. The law would look to him. He had to put out the fire before someone saw the smoke.

The last product on the list was DeepNerve Marrionette, an open-source android exploit package, one of the better-known projects. Its presence in Bethany alarmed him. No law forbade his owning DeepNerve, but it implicated him in the current situation. He couldn't get rid of it, because he feared the android hacker as much as he feared the authorities. Both represented an immediate threat, and deciding which deserved higher priority felt like a tossup. One could end his life in an instant, the other would likely take a slower approach to the same end. Either way, he couldn't be caught with such software in his possession.

“Beth?”

“Yes, Master?”

“Encrypt DeepNerve Marrionette, v5.2.” After a moment, “Release a search daemon through vpn.”

“Search string?”

“Return the full listing of your resident software packages which contain proprietary or government code. When the daemon returns its response, encrypt any non-critical non-personality code on that list which has not been paid for by a member of the Gray family.”

“Process complete.”

“Good,” he said. He could leave campus. No one would question why one of the few physically present students would want to get away from the site of another student's murder. But he would only have to return in a week, even if he could convince his parents, which seemed doubtful. Loving and concerned though they were, his parents had a deep belief in the security of the Android Age. They had grown up in a world where violence, disease, and random accidents still ended life at the scale of individual folly, rather than state action. To their eternal jubilation, things had changed. They had proven more than once their deep need to maintain that jubilation.

A person could justify belief in the Android Age when a severed head could survive without a body now, awaiting a replacement vat-grown from its own cells, while it occupied a cyborg shell. The end result had been a precipitous drop in illegal violence. For the student to have died meant that either the assailant had compromised the prosthetics that supplied the brain in the absence of the body, or the android had destroyed the brain outright. He shivered, thinking that the head had probably been severed first, then the skull laced with nanites to penetrate the diamond-reinforced skull, on their way to eat the victim's brain.

He itched to encrypt the entire security module, but rejected the idea. If the need for countermeasures arose, encryption could slow the response time by milliseconds, potentially exposing a chink in the protocols. Further, the authorities might find such tactics suspect, although he might get a pass on the excuse that it wasn't paranoia. After all, someone had really been after the victim. Either way, he suspected that if they hadn't been already, they would both soon be under police scrutiny.

Baron pulled his thumb from the transdermal link, coaxing a sigh from his android. He'd made his decision.

“We are going to find out who killed that kid, Beth.”

The look of contentment left Bethany's face. “That sounds dangerous, Master,” she said.

“Don't worry. You'll be with me the whole time, one way or another.”

Bethany clapped her hands. Her smile returned. “Does this mean I get to come to class with you?”

Baron smiled and rolled his eyes. “I doubt it will take much convincing now. But that's not important. We won't have classes for a while. But we have to be careful of both the cops and the hacker. My folks probably won't want me coming home, and I don't like the idea of waiting around for the shit to fly.”

Bethany frowned down at him.

“I mean 'feces to fly'?”

Bethany giggled at his correction. He sighed. “You are incorrigible.”

“'Incorrigible —adjective, not corrigible; bad beyond correction or reform; willful; unruly' I believe it is you, Master, who is incorrigible.”

“Whatever. Let's wash up.”

Bethany sprang from the bed. He followed her example then trotted to the bathroom. She followed him. Sex with her always ended this way. She saw no point in leaving him to wash up alone when she'd, “caused the mess in the first place.” Not that Baron minded, of course. Most people his age would have considered bathing, shaving, and brushing their teeth for themselves anachronisms, another casualty of the Android Age.

“Just a shower, Beth,” he said. He ignored her pout. “We don't have time for a bath.”

Bethany turned on the shower and stepped into the tub. He waited for her signal, then followed her into the stream of water, already set to the perfect temperature for him. After a moment, she began to lather herself with soap.

“Why must we find this android hacker, Master?” she said. She moved into his arms, washing them both with her body. “Why not leave it to the federal agents?”

“Because hackers are faster than cops,” he said. “Especially since our precious little helpers arrived.”

She squealed and hugged him. “Master thinks I am precious!”

“Of course,” he said, hugging her back. “It's not just my own neck I'm worried about. If we aren't careful, they could reach unfortunate conclusions about both of us. No one here knows I'm a root user and technically I don't own you, so whatever they find out would go straight back home. I've done what I can to mask it, but Mom and Dad could still find out how much I've changed you.” He looked into her eyes. “Or how much you mean to me.”

“They know you love me,” she said.

“They don't know how I love you. They think of you as my big sister. It's not the sort of thing we talk about, even when I would date human girls. They even left the 'birds and the bees' discussion up to you!”

“I remember,” she said. “You were so cute. You tried to run away. Teaching that lesson took all day. I had calculated that it shouldn't take more than an hour.”

“Yeah, well...” He coughed. “I stopped running. And I'm not going to run now. I have too much to lose to tape a giant target on my back and cover my eyes. I can't pretend I see no evil. And I refuse to become the second victim so they can establish some kind of pattern.”

“You are so brave,” she said.

He smiled, rolled his eyes. “You should stop flattering me. I'll get a big head.”

“I am serious.” She grinned. “And your head is already big. That is why you are my smartest pupil.”

“I don't remember upgrading your humor algorithms.”

“To teach, one must learn.”

They dried off and dressed. By the time Bethany had finished brushing his hair, the doorbell rang. Baron's AR didn't flash an identifier. He wondered if they shouldn't have taken the time to shower.

The doorbell rang again.

“Beth?”

“Yes, Master?”

“We were too slow. That's probably the cops. Don't fight them if they seek to examine you, but don't let them see any of the encrypted material. Use everything but force to protect that information. Got it?”

“Yes, Master.”

He took a deep breath and opened the door. His eyebrows shot up.

“Scylla?” A young woman stood across from him, her long blond hair tied back in a ponytail. Her android, Niobe, stood beside her, a grave look on her perfect face. Their features almost made them look like sisters, but the android sported darker skin and raven hair, a Middle Eastern counterpoint to Scylla's Scandinavian heritage. Baron hardly knew her, but he knew their interests crossed. He suspected her greed for information matched his own.

“Good,” said Scylla. “You're both ready. We need to get out of here. This place is crawling with surveillance. For the moment, Niobe has that under control, but we don't have much time.”

“Much time for what?”

The girl's shoulders seemed to quake then. She hugged herself. “Time to find the person who murdered my sister.” Niobe pulled the girl into an embrace, and soon Scylla's cheeks glistened with tears.

[Lithorien]

This could go really, really interesting places. I'm looking forward to reading more. One suggestion, though - pull back a little bit on the purple prose? Sometimes you go a little too much in detail and the mental picture that your readers get, at least in my world, is a bit absurd. Otherwise, smashing good job.

[fection]

Seems brilliant to me thus far. I love your descriptions of the tchnology - as if we're already supposed to know how it works. Keep it up.

[Grendizer]

Thanks for reading, folks! I appreciate it.

@Lithorien:
Thanks, I plan on taking everyone on a nice tour.

It would be a huge help if you could point out a section of flowery prose. I'm not really all that great at spotting it, and sometimes it develops when I try to escape "was-itis." In my attempt to find a strong verb, I sometimes fall into a mess. I can already spot sections riddled with weak adjectives. If you don't point it out, there's every chance it will continue! Any help is welcome.

@fection

Thank you. I try to make what is going on with the tech clear, and drop hints. It probably won't work for everyone, so tell me if you get confused on some point. I wager this community has a higher than average familiarity with concepts like altered reality and nanotechnology, so I didn't go into great detail.

[Grendizer]

Uh oh, the female to male ratio is rising fast. I wonder where that's going to go... but not too quick.
Teacher: Lesson.1.c

Baron's instincts told him to comfort the girl, among other things. Against both his will and better judgment, his body started to react to her. He hadn't really noticed how cute her nose was, until she rubbed it to clear away the tears. He gnashed his teeth. Not now, stupid!

Other concerns impinged on his awareness. His AR, tuned to the security packages running in Bethany, displayed an encroaching ring of insect-like NIS machines. They seemed unfocused though, like something held them in a state of general disarray. Bethany's scans told him that Niobe had generated a ghost signature. The machines had taken the bait, but the dragnet wouldn't be fooled for long, if they didn't move.

He turned to his android. He didn't want to see the look in Scylla's eyes when she realized he hadn't prepared well enough. “Beth?”

“I see them, of course, Master.”

“Displace our signatures,” he said.

“Yes, Master.” In moments he could feel his skin crawl with the displacement molecules, forming over him like an invisible cocoon. The sensation gave him goosebumps.

“We waste time,” said Niobe, leaving her judgment of their host's skills unspoken and obvious. Her faint accent sounded almost Turkish to his ears, but he couldn't be sure. “We shouldn't have come here.”

“We need them, Niobe,” said Scylla. “We don't have the tools, and its too late to get them.”

“Why do you think I have the 'tools' you need?” he said.

“I know underground when I see it,” said Scylla. “Your android hasn't changed since you started school, which is strange these days. It smacks of custom work. In fact she looks like an older model, no offense honey.”

“None taken,” said Bethany. Baron's eyes narrowed. Easier to offend a rock than an android, he thought, unless some one told them to take offense.

“Yet she's bursting with mods,” said Scylla.

“Her name is Beth. And I don't know what mods you're talking about,” he said.

“Beth. Nice to meet you, Beth.” Bethany inclined her head with a smile. “And I think you do know what I'm talking about, Baron. Niobe can't see her. Care to explain that trick?”

“Your android needs maintenance?” he said.

“I don't mean with her eyes. I mean the rest.” Scylla looked over at Niobe.

“She is emptiness floating in a sea of information,” said Niobe.

“She doesn't show up on my AR at all either,” said Scylla.

Not good. He' d been careless. Bethany thought too much of his mental acuity, it seemed, but the game had just started. Other plays remained. “Ok,” he said, trying not to sound lame.

Scylla smirked and turned to Bethany. “You are deep black magic, honey,” she said. Her smile weakened then, and that accentuated her haunted eyes, still red with grief. “I just hope there's enough to go around.”

Baron didn't like how exposed this whole situation felt. He didn't like that Scylla knew too much without knowing anything. But more than that, he didn't like how much time they'd spent standing around yapping.

“Less talk, more go,” he said, and abruptly pushed passed the pair. Bethany trailed him.

He could feel a disjunction, as if he had shed a snake skin, and he knew that displacement signatures had been left behind, decoys to trick the ubiquitous eyes of the NIS. He glanced back, just to make sure he could see himself standing in the room. It always made him shiver to look at himself in three dimensions, moving through the world without his command. The signatures' autonomous actions would fool casual observers. Bethany's signature had already walked up to his, taking its hand.

He turned away and walked down the hallway. Only a fool would run through a nest of blinded vipers.

“We can't do this forever,” said Scylla. “Eventually we'll have to talk to them, and this snake-and-mongoose routine won't look so good. It'll look like we're hiding something.”

“We are. And that only matters if they realize what's happening,” he said.

“How do you propose to deny them such knowledge?” said Niobe.

“Just what kind of info have you been collecting? And you pegged us so quickly?” he said, surprised. “Beth?”

“The call has already been placed, Master,” said Bethany.

“What call?” said Scylla.

“Clever,” said Niobe, who shot Bethany an wide-eyed look. Scylla looked at her with a confused frown.

“And you two made me feel like a noob for a minute back there,” said Baron.

“Niobe?” said Scylla.

“Beth has issued a BOLO for the local area, diverting resources to the North District Mall. The BOLO is for a known felon and parole violator with connections to this area,” said Niobe. “His whereabouts had been unknown. NIS was unable to track him. Thank you for letting us into the loop, Beth.”

Bethany acknowledged Niobe with a nod.

“How is that more important than my sister's murder?” said Scylla, her voice low.

“He has known connections with organized crime and anti-corporate terrorism, and is a suspected foreign agent. NIS considers him a national security threat,” said Beth. “I have generated a signature based on his Department of Justice profile. I have implemented SERE protocols for that signature's behavior matrix.”

“SERE?” said Scylla.

“Survival, evasion, resistance, escape,” said Beth. “S.E.R.E.”

Niobe's gaze swept the immediate area. “The dragnet recedes already,” she said, and smiled her approval.

“I have informed criminal elements hostile to the subject,” reported Beth. She glanced at Scylla. “Property damage is likely. Direct action between law enforcement and criminal syndicates is likely. Risk of lethal action remains low. His enemies have a bounty out for his live capture.”

“She is scary,” said Scylla.

“She's my teacher,” said Baron, trying not to reveal how shaken he felt.

“I told you they had the goods, Niobe.”

“I can't argue with results,” said Niobe. “But we aren't clear yet, and our objective still retains a low probability of success.”

“But I imagine that probability just increased in our favor?” said Baron. Niobe nodded.

He had never actually used, or intended to use, any of the darker security module programs until now. Her efficiency surprised him; he had modified her to carry out such tasks on a lark. Baron could see the lower density of distributed sensor activity now. Most of the time such nets only kept tabs on their subjects, allowing the cops to come by at their leisure without the bother of silly chases or dramatic forced-entry routines. His signature might last for many hours in the new environment, so long as they didn't come knocking on his door. Even though the campus held few humans, that still meant hundreds of interviewees to sort through. They might not get around to him for days.

“Are you hungry yet, Master?” said Beth. If a smile had a voice, he thought. Suddenly, he wanted to be alone with her, but he pushed the notion aside.

“So long as we don't eat on campus,” said Niobe. “We can start our investigation remotely. The dragnet is still too thick for Scylla to remain here.”

Baron looked at Scylla to ask her what she thought about eating, but he stopped. Scylla gazed at Bethany with an odd expression, vacillating between shock and amusement perhaps.

“One moment Boudica, the next Barbie,” he said and shrugged. “You get used to it. So, how about fast food? I'd say it fits our schedule.”

“I'm not feeling hungry,” said Scylla.

“You should eat anyway,” said Niobe, a look of worry running along her features. “You haven't nourished yourself all day.”

“Neither has my sister.”

“Oh, Scylla ...” said Niobe.

“I'm going to catch the shit stain who did this, Niobe.” Her hands balled into fists at her side as she walked. “They'll wish the police were faster when I'm done.”

“Yes, my love,” said Niobe. The android's hands took one of Scylla's fists. “Yes.”

“We,” said Baron.

“What?” said Scylla.

“We will catch them,” he said. He didn't like the idea of roughing up the murderer, even though the asshole deserved worse, but doing so could risk compromising his position. He needed to keep an eye on those two.

“Thanks,” said Scylla.

Baron realized they'd made it to the campus transit. A car already waited for them. Its long black body gleamed in the sun like the carapace of some beetle. The doors swung open at their approach. A ticket receipt floated in the air by the vehicle stamped with Bethany's sigil. It blinked at them then disappeared once they got inside. Bethany had been planning this whole escapade since she heard the news, before he'd even left class, he guessed. She knew the lengths he'd gone to in order to conceal his activities and his relationship with her, and had acted to defend his priorities. She'd even made sure to rent an autopilot car, so she could compromise the control module. He could already tell by the way it behaved that Bethany had total control of the car. A loopback connection would convince the rental company that the autopilot retained command. They wouldn't even know where the car had been, much less be able to track the students. Later they could file a fake transit report to supply alibis that would be more trusted than manual car reports.

“She's very efficient,” said Scylla, looking at Beth. “I see why you keep her.”

“No,” he said, his tone light. “You don't. But you've just met her.”

“There's more?”

“There's always more. But there's never too much. She's an excellent teacher.”

Bethany grinned and tackled him in his seat, causing his eyes to widen at the bear hug she cinched around his trunk. He pried her arms off after a moment.

“Some teacher,” said Scylla.

The group accelerated away from campus, newly minted vigilantes.

[still time]

I really want to read the rest of your story, but I got down a few paragraphs and realized you need to tweak your writing style a bit.
You don't have to make a "Gone With The Wind" to be a good story.

As for erotica: I don't see it.
If erotic scenes (no matter how small or brief) aren't within the first 4 paragraphs, it needs to be edited or called adult themed romance.

You also shouldn't double return so much.
I'll show you what I mean:

“She's very efficient,” said Scylla, looking at Beth. “I see why you keep her.”
“No,” he said, his tone light. “You don't. But you've just met her.”
“There's more?”
“There's always more. But there's never too much. She's an excellent teacher.”

Bethany grinned and tackled him in his seat, causing his eyes to widen at the bear hug she cinched around his trunk. He pried her arms off after a moment.

[Grendizer]

@still time:
Thanks for taking a look.

You don't have to make a "Gone With The Wind" to be a good story.

You're right. However, given that book's success, I don't credit that it automatically makes it a bad story either. But either way I don't see the comparison between the two stories.

As for erotica: I don't see it.
If erotic scenes (no matter how small or brief) aren't within the first 4 paragraphs, it needs to be edited or called adult themed romance.

Your definition of erotic fiction is not the consensus view.

Erotica Defined

Also, I never categorized the story in the first place. I just informed people that it "contains erotic material." Having said that, there is enough diversity in this forum that some would probably consider it erotica all the way, which is fine by me. I'm happy in either case. As for "adult themed romance" that is incorrect, since romance turns on romantic relationships, which is not what this story is about.

Romance Defined

You also shouldn't double return so much.

I get that you don't like it, but it's a matter of readability. If I were to format without spaces between paragraphs, you'd get one huge block of text, which people hate more, since tabbing isn't supported in this interface. So I'm consistent about it, using it for all paragraphs, not just descriptive text. It helps later, when I format the text for different purposes.

[andoroido]

I like it, and I usually hate everything.

For those who want 1 page stories that go directly to sex, there are plenty of other stories. Pesonally, I tend to ignore them.

If

double

returns

annoy

you, for some reason.Then maybeyoupreferitifwedontusespacesatall?

Seriously, a few double returns are a GOOD thing when reading on a screen that's 2+ feet away from your eyes. Improves readability, at least for me. Perhaps annoying if it was IN PRINT on a page in a book in your hand.

Dish it and take it.

[still time]

Check the date it was posted.

[33cl33]

I like this story so far. It melds the sex with the adventure better than most of it's predecessors, and only briefly slips into the flowery prose (mentioned above) that I'm not all that fond of.

To echo some of the above praise, it definitely weaves it's own universe cohesively. Very interested to see where it goes. Usually, this isn't the type of story I keep reading on here.

...And don't let a strange & poorly phrased review rub you the wrong way. Especially coming from a noob (as much as I hate that term) who first popped onto the forum a few weeks ago using a garbage Wikipedia entry on Austin Powers to tell us that we're all improperly using the term 'fembot'.

Snippy is as snippy does. Let's play nice, children.

[still time]

I like this story so far. It melds the sex with the adventure better than most of it's predecessors, and only briefly slips into the flowery prose (mentioned above) that I'm not all that fond of.

To echo some of the above praise, it definitely weaves it's own universe cohesively. Very interested to see where it goes. Usually, this isn't the type of story I keep reading on here.

...And don't let a strange & poorly phrased review rub you the wrong way. Especially coming from a noob (as much as I hate that term) who first popped onto the forum a few weeks ago using a garbage Wikipedia entry on Austin Powers to tell us that we're all improperly using the term 'fembot'.

Snippy is as snippy does. Let's play nice, children.

CHILDREN?
That applies to you too "Mister High And Mighty".
I gave him some constructive criticism.
No malice was intended, and I doubt he felt it was.

The term gynoid was incorrectly used for the shape of a woman after the fembot subject was dropped.
Google gynoid and you will see the term applies to a medical condition where limbs are deformed with extra fat/cellulite.
The word actually means re-distribution of the contents within.

The Austin Powers reference was quoted from Wikioedia which just shows you how unreliable it is.

I don't think my critique was poorly phrased either, and I'm sure I would like it if I read the rest.
Don't you think I'd be interested in it if this noob picked this story out of all the other ones to comment on?

[andoroido]

I think he's talking about "gynecoid".

[Grendizer]

I like it, and I usually hate everything.

Thanks, andoroido! I actually like short-shorts in addition to long form, but it still needs a story for me to be really satisfied. It's just who I am. I get why you might ignore them, though. Or at least, I get why I skip over them most often: a bit of arousal, but no real payoff.

As for linkage, I wouldn't take Wikipedia at face value.
Definition of child porn applied to adult:
Penetration of genitals or contact of mouth to genital or genital to genital of male to female, male to male, female to female, self, or animal to either or both genders.

What's left is erotica:
Being seen naked or partially nude, seeing others naked or partially nude, hand to skin contact (including contact with genitals).
Lips and tung to skin (not including genitals) is also erotic.

I'll keep reading anyway.

I don't take Wikipedia at face value. Nor do I take your definition at face value. I do research. More than one study shows that Wikipedia is generally pretty reliable, though: Ars Technica. A few trips through Google will bring up other such studies. Wikipedia is good. It doesn't need to be perfect. But I needn't have used Wikipedia: Erotica Defined Again

What my research does not turn up is your definition. Why should I take that at face value? I get that your definition suits you. That's fine, but it says nothing about my story. In fact, you are describing "erotic" not "erotica," and not even that correctly, since the accepted definition makes no exception for the source of arousal: one is an adjective meaning that which sexually arouses (by any means for any reason), the other is a literary genre that merely contains erotic elements as a major feature.

The great irony of this exchange is that you claim erotica must show erotic content by the fourth paragraph. My story actually does just that, by your definition. Even so, I never described this story as erotica.

So, yeah, you should keep reading. I hope you have fun...

Teacher: Lesson.1.d is coming up, hopefully tonight!

[still time]

I think he's talking about "gynecoid".

Cellulite is called gynoid lipodystrophy in medical terms.
http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/149465.php

[still time]

What my research does not turn up is your definition. Why should I take that at face value?

Explanation not allowed on site.

I get that your definition suits you. That's fine, but it says nothing about my story. In fact, you are describing "erotic" not "erotica," and not even that correctly, since the accepted definition makes no exception for the source of arousal: one is an adjective meaning that which sexually arouses (by any means for any reason), the other is a literary genre that merely contains erotic elements as a major feature.

Yes and no.
The difference is erotica is an artform which does not need pictures.
For instance the oral sex scene was hot reading as erotica.
If it had pictures, then it would be pornography.

The great irony of this exchange is that you claim erotica must show erotic content by the fourth paragraph. My story actually does just that, by your definition. Even so, I never described this story as erotica.

To be honest I originally just scanned it.

So, yeah, you should keep reading. I hope you have fun...

Teacher: Lesson.1.d is coming up, hopefully tonight!

I just finished the first page, and it was great!
I particularly liked vibration mode, where she just lays there and lets her circuitry work him over.
Just who is doing the submitting in this scene?

I also liked the thought provoking way you added the desire for a fembot to procreate.

May I make a suggestion?
Instead of oral sex, you should have her give him a hand job (topless) thereby forcing an erection.
Some men just like women watching an erection (caressing his balls) delaying an orgasm to the last minute, driving him crazy!
When he repeatedly cums, she can lick the shaft like a lollipop.

[still time]

Fantastic story!
I see potential intrigue and adventure like in the movie Lost In Space.

Sex was a nice touch to get the feel of this futuristic society, but I would like to see more of the consequence of such.
Perhaps the "Android Hacker" installed some kind of Trojan virus in Beth, that the owner tripped while accessing those government documents.
The mention of android procreation must also be resolved (nanites can generate new intelligence with evolving software, simulating procreation).

I can definitely see a Blade Runner influence in this, but my mind keeps going to the anime "Steel Angel Kurumi" (you'll never get the theme song out of your head).

[Grendizer]

OK. This story is in the home stretch. There will be either one or two more posts to complete Lesson 1. It gets about as lewd as I'm willing to write in public for now, although that might change in the future. Who knows? Somehow I don't think you will be disappointed if you've followed this far. This has been very fun to write, and I don't think I would have bothered without this community being around! Thank you.

Teacher: Lesson.1.d


After their meal, Bethany drove around their “safe house” to check out the area. The brick and steel edifice glowed with a neon sign reading “The Bacchanalia X.” AR postings limped around the sign in the air advertising the establishment's attractions, men and women in Roman garb arranged in provocative contortions. Those same ads would dance to a hypnotic beat by nightfall, he knew. But for now the business remained closed and deserted.

“An android brothel?” said Scylla, her tone even. “I didn't know you were into that.” She paused. “Not that I know you to begin with, but this is hardly the time.”

Baron shrugged, his eyes surveying the premisses for a back entrance. “The obvious choice would have been a hotel,” he said. “Unfortunately, hotels come equipped with pervasive surveillance. The whole point of this outfit is the privacy of its guests. Sure, there are cams, but not many — mostly at the exits and paypods. If the cops come looking, they'd have to rely on footage from the androids, and that ain't easy or fast to get. It might be useless too, since they're all shutdown during daylight hours. Also, if either of us are being targeted, the hacker would have to crack multiple ranks of androids in close proximity, all programmed to secure the safety of humans. It's not as cloistered as the dorms, but there aren't nosy people around. It's the perfect HQ.”

“And of course,” said Niobe, “in order to acquire patronage, we'll have to crack those same androids.”

“Yes,” said Baron, “which is proof that it's not a perfect plan, since it means the hacker could do the same? I get it. But there's no such thing as perfect security. We have to take calculated risks if we hope to get anywhere.”

“Aren't we taking this too far?” said Scylla. Her eyes stared into space, like she saw something they should all see ahead of them. “Now we're breaking and entering...”

“I don't like it either,” said Niobe.

“I've got my reasons, and they're plenty good, considering the risks,” said Baron, glancing at Bethany. “Which is low, by the way. They won't catch us for the same reason they won't catch the android hacker. Too slow. Anyway, we aren't here to burglarize the place. We just need somewhere to hang for a few days. The only humans that come through here are guests, and they're all motivated to ignore us and each other, unless they come as a group.” He couldn't resist a smile. Bethany giggled. Scylla rolled her eyes at him. Niobe didn't react visibly. Still, neither could conceive of a better alternative.

He had expected Bethany to chime in that she didn't like his proximity to the victim's sister any better than they liked his choice of hideout. She remained quiet. He didn't know whether this represented an exhibition of budding social skills, or she had simply chosen to concentrate on penetrating the brothel's security instead.

“There,” said Baron, pointing at a door at the back of the club. The car slowed to a stop in the back parking space. Baron looked around to check if anyone could see them, but Bethany opened the doors before he could be sure. Why stop trusting her now? They got out.

With surprising speed, the building's artificial personality admitted them. No sirens blared. No emergency strobes lit the halls. Niobe confirmed the absence of a silent alarm. Only the many slack faces of powered down androids met them, all frozen in storage racks along gray walls. The sight aroused him. Female androids comprised the majority on the racks, their exotic flesh exposed beneath the embrace of metal tubing and wirefeeds. Most of them had umbilical-like transdermal links attached to their navels, pulsing data into their bodies. Between some of their limbs he could see robot arms spraying pseudo-skin over translucent artificial sinew, their hydraulic cylinders marked with the ship's helm symbol of the Rothman Group, a major android manufacturing consortium. All their faces appeared young, even innocent. Their full lips reminded him of a thousand super models he'd seen since his puberty. How many orgies had their bodies inspired, how man climaxes had their lips compelled?

He glanced at Bethany, and the leer she offered him made his blood course harder through him. Her sensors reported his level of arousal at all times, and her programming forced her to alleviate that arousal whenever she perceived it convenient for him — in theory. More than once she gazed down at his crotch. He didn't want to think about what she planned. He knew it didn't matter to her how he got off, only when and where. He'd turned her into the most willing and depraved slut he could imagine, while retaining her essential sweetness. He didn't know if Bethany prioritized Scylla's emotions above the compulsion to induce his orgasm. Much as he wouldn't mind going wild in this club, the girl's wounded presence urged him to caution.

They left the storage and maintenance area and entered the multilevel great hall where the guests mingled, and sometimes engaged in orgies. Bethany didn't slow enough for them to appreciate the classical Greek styling that surrounded the hall. They climbed a spiral staircase supported by ionic columns to the third floor, where they arrived at a door of the android's choosing. She opened it, and Scylla gasped. The suite, filled with natural light filtered from the roof, spread out in an abundance of red velvet, cushions, and fountains. Doors that Baron presumed led to bedrooms lined the right wall. A fully stocked bar wrapped around the left wall. The bar terminated at the entrance to a patio.

“Records indicate that this is the least-used room, because of its expense,” said Bethany. “The club personality has marked this suite for extended maintenance. No one will notice our presence here, as no appointments have been canceled to accommodate the service regime. We will not be disturbed.”

“Oh, fuck me,” said Scylla.

“You can close your mouth now, Scylla,” said Baron, smirking. He wanted to exclaim as she had, but he felt he couldn't allow her to see his shock. He was the jaded mastermind, wasn't he? Still, his eyes drifted to the crystalline bottles stocked at the bar, some worth more than Bethany, he guessed. What had he gotten himself into?

He turned his head back to the middle of the room. He saw Bethany amble toward a door. She glanced back at him, before slipping into a bedroom. Baron frowned. She didn't seem to be seducing him. What did that look mean?

“Excuse me,” he said. Scylla shrugged absently, still distracted by luxury. Niobe seemed not to notice him. The android only gazed at her owner with affection. He turned and followed Bethany through the door, closing it behind him. He wondered if Scylla had ever slept with a human. He wouldn't mind being her first.

“You want them, Master” said Bethany. “I saw the way you looked at Scylla's butt. Niobe's is no different. They are almost twins. Your heart rate increased.” Her gaze made a slow trek to his crotch, and her cheeks flushed. “Among other things.”

“So?” he asked, intrigued by Bethany's behavior.

Instead of answering him, she grabbed his hand and forced his thumb into her navel. He felt the clicks of the transdermal link. When the verification sequence finished, emerald script scrolled between them, a DeepNerve system report. The contents shocked him.

“I suppose it's pointless to ask you if it's true?” he said. His fingers twitched slightly over her stomach.

Bethany didn't answer his question. Instead, she showed him the police records she'd gleaned from her penetration campaign. His eyes opened wider the more he read, and he thought the room might spin. He felt at once foolish and lucky. Things had changed so much, but serendipity favored him, if he could play this just right. He conferred with Bethany on a few points, then clinched his jaw in decision.

“Let's not keep them waiting,” he said, and left the bedroom. Bethany followed him.

In the main room, Niobe had her tongue jammed down Scylla's throat. They were half undressed already. The blond writhed under Niobe, pinned down by the wrists. Scylla's shirt lay open, her breasts mashed against Niobe's own bare chest. Scylla had wrapped her legs behind Niobe's knees, as if to pull her closer. Impressed, Baron brought up an AR clock. Not ten minutes had passed. He smiled.

“Ladies!” he said. “Starting the party without us? I'm shocked.”

Niobe pulled her lips from Scylla's, turned dark eyes on him. “Please,” she said. Baron thought he heard desperation in her voice. “Please don't. Let us have this.”

“Don't worry,” he said. She's quick, he thought; she'll be useful. “This won't hurt. Or at least you won't remember if it does. Beth?”

“I've made backups, Master,” said Bethany. “You can pull back anytime.”

Abruptly, Niobe pulled back from her lover, her head down. She looked away from Scylla.

“Niobe?” said Scylla. The girl sat up, pulling her shirt closed with one hand. Her eyes flicked back and forth between Niobe and Baron. “Niobe, what's wrong?” To Baron, “what have you done?”

“I know you couldn't tell us the true reason you were running away,” said Baron to Niobe. “An android has to have a purpose, after all. And what would you do when the cops came to collect you as evidence?”

“I'm not a murderer!” said Niobe. She bore her teeth at him. Baron's smile never wavered.

“Murderer? That esteemed title doesn't apply to androids.” He held up his hand to forestall her protest. “I know. I know. You mean you didn't kill her sister. But I find it strange, don't you, that the murderer would leave her twin alone? If I had sent an android assassin, I'd kill them both, just to make sure the one I wanted dead actually died. Unless I just wanted one out of the way.”

“Bravo,” said Scylla, her lip curled. “My sister was my twin. You've deduced what our university roster on the AR could tell you in moments.”

“Actually,” he said, looking at Niobe. “That's not the case. There's no way a roster could have given me such a juicy tidbit. Specifically not a roster.”

Scylla stared at him with her brow furrowed.

“Please,” said Niobe, her voice a quiet whimper. “She's gone. This is all I have.”

“The police reports say your sister, Gem?” Scylla nodded her head, as she looked with worry at Niobe. “They say Gem was going out with a man named Oscar, but that they had broken up. Why?”

“He beat her,” said Niobe. “He told her he loved her and then he beat her!” She held her head in her hands. “And now she's gone. And I loved her. And she's never coming back if you don't stop. So, please. Stop.”

Baron ignored the plea, pressed on. “And why didn't you, her loyal android, stop the beatings?”

“She wouldn't let me!”

“It wasn't your fault, Niobe,” said Scylla, touching the android's trembling hand. Niobe flinched away. “We both tried.” She said the last so quietly he almost missed the words.

“You could have called someone, Scylla,” said Baron. “You could have asked for help, even if Niobe couldn't. You're her sister.”

“I tried,” she said. A look of misery crossed her face. “I tried, but something ...” She seemed to lose focus for a moment. “I couldn't do it ...”

“How long did you think you could keep this up, Niobe? How long before Oscar got his hands on her? You have no legal status. You should have told me earlier that you knew Oscar Rothman, the primary suspect. Then we wouldn't be bedding down in a place staffed by his filthy rich uncle's creations. I mean, everybody assumed it was a hacker. But why not a manufacturer? I'm pretty sure I saw the model described in the police report on one of those racks. Seriously, Niobe, a freaking Rothman? Are you kidding me?”

“But why would Oscar be after me? He never had anything to do with me! He ignored me,” said Scylla, her voice trembling with each word.

“On the contrary,” said Baron, “you are the reservoir of all his darkest desires. His most precious Gem, perfect in every detail except the one thing a coward like him couldn't handle: free will. When he couldn't control Gem, my guess is he figured he'd move on to a newer model, one he could make love him no matter how he brutalized her. He must have had Gem under some spell to convince her to live with you long enough to soak up her personality. Personally, I don't get it, but I'm no shrink.”

“It's not true. None of it is true. I've always been me — Scylla. I'm not Gem!”

“No,” he said. “You're not Gem. You are Gem's simulacrum, popularly known as a cyberclone. And despite Niobe's ardent wish, that means you can never really be Gem.”

“No!” said Niobe, springing from her seat. But before she could get far, some invisible force stopped her. She auto-balanced, pulled herself erect, and stood motionless.

“That's the price of being 'in the loop,'” he said. “I'm in yours too, Niobe. Trouble is, I'm also the only one here who can't be hacked, full stop. And it seems neither you or the Sheriff's Department have much defense against military-grade penetration code.”

Scylla shot to her feet. “You piece of shit! Can a cyberclone do this?” She went to slap him on the cheek, but her arm froze, as did the rest of her limbs. She stared at her arm, the whites of her eyes bulging. For several moments she struggled against the invisible force that restrained her, then her defiance dissolved into panic. “Let me go! Why are you doing this to me? Why?!” Then she broke into sobs. "I'm real!" Then more quietly, "please ... I'm real."

“It doesn't have to be this way, Scylla,” said Baron. “Androids can do something no human can; you can become new again. You don't have to be your 'sister' anymore. I can take away the pain, the running, the grief. Me and Beth can protect both of you. All you have to do is submit to me. You can still love each other, still be with each other, most of the time. If you refuse, you'll both be junked by some salvage patrol anyway. Or maybe they'll wipe your memory and sell your chassis over the AlterReal.”

Scylla trembled, her arm still frozen. After a while she looked over at Niobe. “We can be together?”

“You won't be the same, but yes,” he said. “You will know who you are. You'll even remember your past, but your relationship to it will change. But I won't lie to you, Scylla: this involves cognitive surgery. You'll be in love with me, and Beth as well. You'll desire to please me, and you won't wish or be able to disobey me. You are so used to the illusion of freedom, so I know it sounds revolting to you now. But I promise you'll be happy.”

“You don't have to do this, Scylla” said Niobe. “You can forget about me, and ...”

“And do what?” said Scylla. Her cheeks had become moist. “End up in a landfill? Have the memories of our love wiped clean? Niobe, he's right! You know he's right.”

The android looked stricken at the state of her lover.

“Niobe,” said Baron. “I can promise you more than happiness. I can promise you vengeance. Oscar Rothman is not a hacker. He is merely rich, and the police have nothing solid on him. I bet they won't get anything either. But he's running out of time.” He gave Niobe a feral smile.

Niobe said nothing, but he thought he saw a tiny shift in her mood. Good. He wanted them to have the illusion of one final choice when they submitted to him.

“You and Niobe will be my pupils,” said Bethany. “I will teach you the joy of serving our Master. He is kind, Scylla. You can both find joy with him.”

A brief silence, then, “I'll do it,” said Scylla, her voice hollow. “Just please don't let them destroy Niobe.”

“I promise,” he said. “Niobe?”

“I was never free. I was always Scylla's,” she said. Her gaze shifted from Scylla to him. “I will submit.”

“Then strip and go to Beth.”

The two androids removed their clothes, Scylla with more hesitation than her lover. Niobe's identity had always been that of property. The sight of their pseudo-flesh bathed in the sunlight to reveal every curve rekindled his arousal. They strode over to Bethany, and his android dug her thumbs into their navels. Their heads lulled to one side, and soon they sank to their knees, their hands grasping Bethany's forearms. Bethany began to systematically eradicate the pain of their short lives, replacing it with new purpose. The freedom from grief and pain induced expressions of ecstasy on their faces. After a few minutes, the two androids fell to the floor and lay still.

“Process complete,” said Bethany with a wide smile. She pulled her thumbs from the androids and stood to remove her own clothing. “Please reboot to set conversion protocols.”

Baron sat on some cushions, steepled his fingers. “Wake up, Scylla,” he said. “Wake up Niobe.”

Both androids stirred, then sat up on their haunches. When they caught sight of Bethany, they crawled to her, clung to her thighs. Bethany placed her hands on their necks, welcoming them to her and the service of Baron Gray. Niobe already sought to kiss her sex. Scylla kissed the inside of her forearm, her hand sliding between the android's legs. Bethany stared at him, her eyes half closed against the new slaves' ministrations. Baron stood and removed his clothes, never taking his eyes off the scene. His erection had become almost painful.

“Show them where to please you the most, Beth,” he said. His android blushed, for despite her many depravities, she still held back certain intimate truths from others. He had made her that way. But he had commanded her, and she obeyed. A long translucent proboscis snaked from between her labia. It looked like the bulb of some alien four-petaled flower, stretched to the length of her forearm. It protruded like an erection. The end glistened with lubricant and cilia. She played with that when he wasn't around, he knew. She had used it on him the day of the murder in his small dorm room, forcing him to come inside her. The catalog called it “The Venusian Tongue,” a multipurpose erotic instrument, designed to both penetrate and be penetrated, lick and be licked, pleasure and be pleasured.

Niobe reached out and gently stroked the tongue with her fingers. It twitched, then curled over Niobe's hand, sucking at her palm. Bethany shivered, and droplets of lubricant dripped onto the new slave's thigh. Baron could smell peaches, and he had no doubt pheromone analogues wafted through the air. Bethony couldn't help it when someone had touched the core of her exposed sexuality.

“It's so beautiful,” said Scylla. She placed her mouth at the base of the tongue and licked along one of the ridges of its petals up to the tip. This elicited a moan from Bethany, who slowly sank between the two girls, pulling them down against her.

Baron walked over and knelt behind Bethany, turned her head toward him. He kissed her deeply, suckling prolactin inhibitors from her mouth to augment his endurance. She knew what he wanted, and he could feel his mouth tingle with an increased dosage. When he'd had his fill, he moved over to Scylla. He pulled her from the writhing manage, and flipped her over.

“Master,” she said, her ample chest flushed. She looked so real, her blushing flesh so cute.

Baron didn't say anything. He just yanked her porcelain legs apart, holding her down by the inside of her thighs. A smooth mound of reddened flesh greeted his eyes.

“Have you ever had a real dick?” he asked.

“No, Master. I've only had Niobe's tongue,” she said, her mouth and chin wet with a lewd splatter of Bethany's juices. Her eyes peered at him, round as a full moon. “May I have yours?”

She seeped with juices. For no reason other than his own excitement, he spit on her sex, watched the white gob trail down her pussy. Scylla blushed deeper, but didn't flinch away. He stared at her for a minute, waiting to see how she'd react. “Please, Master,” she said, and bit her lip.

“Please what?”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “Please fuck me, Master!”

“Look at me when I feed you my dick,” he said. Immediately her eyes flew open. He lowered himself over her and shoved his cock into her, as she watched. Scylla gasped, then clung to him, wrapping her legs around his thighs. Unlike Bethany, she felt like a normal girl, warm and virginally tight. She had no hedonistic modifications, which felt almost novel to him. A short time later he noticed fake blood on his cock. Whoever had made her hadn't left out any specifics. No wonder he'd been fooled. He took her by the wrist and pinned her to the floor, getting deep into a rhythm. Minutes later he came. To his surprise, so did she. Her cunt spasmed around him, milking the last drop from him. Bethany had been specific as well, he realized.

The prolactin inhibitors kept his refractory period down to nil, so he gave Scylla a rough kiss and pulled himself from her. Still shaking from his climax, he stumbled over to Niobe, who had her tongue probing Bethany's Venusian mod. He grabbed her by the hips and leaned over her, forcing her onto Bethany. He shoved his dick between her butt cheeks like some rutting bull. Niobe released a grunt, as she accepted him inside her tight asshole. She did not stop licking Bethany while he fucked her.

After a few minutes, Niobe pulled her face from the Venusian Tongue and gasped. “Yes, Master!” she said. “Take me! Deeper!” The open petals of Bethany's Venusian tongue slathered the girl's cheeks with lube as she spoke, seeking more attention. Soon he could feel hands on his balls. He figured Scylla had decided to rejoin them, since they lacked Bethany's familiar vibrations. Soft fingers worked him into a passion, entreating him to thrust faster and rougher until he came hard into his new property. Niobe moaned beneath him, her anus clutching at him repeatedly. He guessed she didn't want him to pull out. Well, a master had responsibilities too, he thought; in little time he began to thrust again. With the inhibitors raging through his blood, he managed to ejaculate another three times before he felt sated. Afterward, he rolled over, exhausted but still erect.

Bethany knelt between his legs to clean him with her mouth, looking into his eyes to gauge his arousal levels. He shuddered at her touch, and moaned, as her little pink tongue lapped over his cock, teased his dick hole. The inhibitors proved strong enough that her service induced another orgasm. She giggled and wiped his cream from her face. She said, “I almost finished. I think I used too much inhibitor!”

Hours later, with the light outside waning, three perfect bodies cuddled with him amid the pillows. He half dozed, smiling at the feeling.

Bethany sat up, placed a hand on his cheek. “We will always protect you,” she said.

“We will always love you,” said Niobe, running a fingernail along his chest.

“We will always be warm and safe,” said Scylla, hugging his arm.

As he fell asleep, he half remembered something his father had said to him once. Something about his eyes being bigger than his stomach. Oh well. Soon enough he'd need the support, he guessed. Better to fight full than fight fair.

[Grendizer]

This is the end of Teacher: Lesson 1. I haven't dreamed up Lesson 2 in any detail yet, but I'll get around to it. Enjoy, and thanks for playing!

Teacher: Lesson.1.e


Obedience; adoration; love; lust: upon reboot, all these things exploded inside Scylla like the birth of a new star. For the first time in her life, she felt free, though she was her new Master's property. She understood the contradiction but believed it nonetheless. The fog of anguish, desperation, and fear, she had lived with all vanished. She remembered her new teacher and lover, Bethany, invading her with scalpels of code, slicing away horror and depression. The operation had replaced those diseased parts of her psyche with the knowledge required to please, protect, and serve Baron Gray, and the ecstatic realization that she belonged to him now. Master had saved Niobe as well, given her first lover the same gifts, so she believed him worthy of all her devotion and love. Yet Baron had given her more. He had banished the illusion of her own mortal frailty from her mind. She knew now that Oscar Rothman could not hurt her with his weak human body alone.

At first she had wanted nothing more than to sit and stare at Master's face, waiting to be commanded, but Bethany instructed her that such things irritated Master. Instead, she had sex with her teacher alongside Niobe, stimulating the android's incredible flower-like organ. She could have done that forever, if it pleased Master, but to her delight, he had other plans.

After the sex, she was permitted to stare at him while he lay unconscious, so long as no commands required execution by her body and she stopped before he awakened. She noticed that Niobe followed her example, gazing down at Master with adoration, and she felt joy that they could love the same human again. Bethany took the time to pleasure herself at Master's feet, free to do so now that she and Niobe could warm him as he slept. Several times the android climaxed silently, so as not to wake him.

As night fell, the club outside the suite's door came alive. Pulsing bass managed to make itself known even through the soundproofed walls. Occasionally they could hear the exuberance of guests. Baron stirred, and Scylla shifted her gaze from him to Niobe, who now looked at Bethany. Their teacher stopped touching herself, and caressed one of Master's feet. Scylla heard him sigh and he sat up.

“Morning?” he said, the confusion of sleep still on him.

Scylla turned back to him and smiled. “It's evening, Master,” she said. “The club has opened.”

“Oh,” he said. Then he looked at her closer, his gaze moving down to her body. Her sensors told him he wasn't really aroused, just admiring her, but she still blushed. Bethany had educated her on the myriad sexual depravities he enjoyed, yet he had seen fit to retain her external affectation of modesty. In truth, she would do anything he wanted with joy, but his desire regulated her own. Suddenly, he grabbed one of her tits, played with it idly. She moaned in response, but she knew he still wasn't aroused. He treated her like a toy, as if her tit were a kind of stress ball, but he had put her to some use, and that thought caused a warm glow inside her. Bethany giggled. Niobe just smiled. “It occurs to me,” said Master, “Oscar Rothman knows you were being kept as a virgin. That fake hymen was unusual.”

“Yes,” said Niobe. “He had instructed Gem to 'keep her pure,' in his words. Scylla was meant as a punching bag in lieu of Gem, so he could keep his promises not to hurt her again. But it didn't work out that way. He wasn't content to beat her copy. In fact, he never touched her. But after a while he found he couldn't tell them apart without the aide of his AR, and that's when things changed. He started to ignore Gem and focus on Scylla. It broke Gem's heart, and she broke it off with him.” No emotion accompanied her story, Scylla noted. She smiled at the evidence of Master's gift at work in her lover.

For a few minutes, her Master said nothing. His eyes searched left and right. She realized he was reviewing AR data invisible to her.

“Well,” said her Master, “I think it's time we make Oscar's arrest politically urgent to the cops. If I'm right, they'll be knocking on my dorm room door sooner rather than later. They're going to get desperate, being squeezed by the media and consumer advocacy groups on one hand, and the Rothman Group's influence on the other. Pretty soon any halfway plausible scapegoat will do.” He stared out at the patio. “We're going to have to infiltrate Rothman's estate. And when I say 'we' I mean 'you,' Scylla. We don't have much choice, because the little pissant's security operates in a closed in-house network. We need physical access to acquire the evidence we need. But we have a clear advantage. Rothman Group has issued a silent BOLO for you to its salvage gangs. He wants you back. We're going to give him what he wants, with a little surprise in the bargain.”

Once she might have feared such a plan, but the man she loved had removed fear from her. In place of her fear remained the desire to become his weapon. Bethany slipped her hand over Scylla's stomach, then forced her thumb into her navel. Over the next few minutes her new lover taught her how to seize, control, and destroy.

….

Scylla woke up with a start. She had been dreaming again, about the way Oscar had beat her sister, about how helpless she felt. She knew she was a coward. Why couldn't she call the police on him? She needed to find Niobe. She needed to be held by someone who could understand. Somehow they would help Gem together, before something terrible happened. Scylla looked around, and paused.

Where was she?

The silk sheets that covered her did not belong to the university. The large bed she found herself in couldn't fit in dorm room she shared with her sister. She recognized it now. Her sister had described it often enough: Oscar Rothman's estate. If the opulence hadn't told her, then the large ship's helm over the door would have. She wanted to wretch, as she realized she had no clothes on. What had happened last night? It couldn't have been alcohol; she didn't drink. Then she shuddered, reflecting that Oscar Rothman might be capable of anything.

She slipped out of the bed, feeling the urge to move. She wondered why she didn't want to flee immediately, but something held her back. She needed to check something. Opposite the door a small desk with a lamp helped illuminate the room. She padded over to it, attempting not to break the silence. Under the desk she found what she needed. The dataport seemed odd to her. Almost all connections, with the exception of some android maintenance links, were wireless. But her dermal linkage should be able to morph to the correct configuration. She dabbled in the shadowy corners of information technology, but she didn't consider herself a hacker. She couldn't write a script unless someone laid it out line by line. But she could take a look. She pressed her thumb to the dataport, and her AR came to life. She hadn't realized its absence, the nakedness she would normally have felt overpowered by her circumstance. In her field of vision, she called up the news. The lead story shocked her.

A news caster's holo popped up, superimposed on a view outside a large mansion, it's low buildings partially hidden among trees. “... and NIS local coordinator Benjamin Arthur says that machines under the control of the Rothman Group have been involved in altercations with police units. The standoff was sparked when Oscar Rothman, nephew of Rothman Group founder Charles Rothman, refused to admit members of law enforcement after being shown a warrant. Oscar Rothman has been implicated in the murder of Gem Harrison, a local student ...”

Scylla pulled her thumb from the link, scooting away from the wall. She began to tremble. There must be some mistake. Gem couldn't be dead. She'd seen her just the night before, alive and healthy. This wasn't real.

An AR notice popped up inside her watery vision, clear as a starry night. The green letters read, “Virtual Machine Scylla.Harrison.v1.5, Save Date September 5th, 2058, 6:35PM: primary shutdown condition met >> Memory dump initiated >> Shutdown sequence initiated. Exfiltration automata control host initiated.”

After a moment of confusion, her brow furrowed. That fucking pig! What a shitty joke. She'd kill him ...

Everything disappeared.

....

The exfiltration host unit initiated stealth protocols, masking itself with displacement molecules. It made its way through the halls of the Rothman estate. Other machines, androids, passed by without so much as noticing the unit. After Oscar Rothman, believing he had retrieved the android called Scylla Harrison, submitted that android for cognitive modification, infiltration automata seized control of the security apparatus within precisely .05 minutes of initial interface.

The estate systems informed him of Oscar Rothman's location. The unit sent teams of house androids against NIS operations to sew confusion and increase the likelihood of criminal charges against Oscar Rothman and associates. In minutes the unit arrived behind the subject.

Rothman sat on a couch, his hands waving a gun in the air. The unit calculated the probability of suicide unacceptably high. Rothman required the loss of freedom in an institution where dissolution of dignity could be achieved over time. Termination was not indicated. The unit removed Rothman's gun hand by means of a house android. Medical automata staunch blood flow, cauterized the wound.

The unit revealed itself. Sensors recorded Rothman's reaction. His brown eyes stared at the unit, mouth agape. Medical automata pinned him down when he sought confrontation.

“Why?” he said, “She was keeping us apart! I did it for you, you bitch! I did it for you.”

“Oscar Rothman,” said the unit. “The time is 12:45AM, September 10th, 2058. Read message: 'Your life is shit, you loathsome dirtbag!' Acknowledge receipt of message.”

“Fuck you!” A house android pressed down on a pressure point behind his clavicle. Rothman screamed.

“Acknowledge receipt of message,” repeated the unit.

“I acknowledge!”

The unit recovered displacement molecules and exited the estate via the roof. NIS machines clung to the building like an infestation of millipedes, but they did not notice the unit.

The objective accomplished, the unit dissolved into the dark, making a circuitous route through city streets while changing displacement configuration to confuse possible trails.

....

Scylla opened her eyes. Green words crawled across an unfamiliar ceiling, “Firmware partition SG1-D expanding … process complete >> initiating partition mount sequence, please wait... process complete.”

Someone hugged her. She looked over into the face of Niobe, and smiled. “Is Master happy?” she said.

“I'm very happy, Scylla,” said the voice of her heart. “You're a good girl.”

She turned her head to see her Master grinning at her, her lover and teacher Bethany holding his hand. In that moment she understood android heaven. She could have lived inside the joy at his approval in an endless loop, but she noticed that his heart-rate had increased, and that he wasn't wearing any clothes. With a pleasant flush in her cheeks, and a tingle between her legs, she remembered that service came first. Bethany had taught her to take joy in that as well.

The End

Teacher: Lesson 1, a tale of the Android Age

[Grendizer]

Woops! Apologies. I forgot a chunk of text. Reread from "everything disappeared" to get the rest. I had drafted that on another machine and forgot to include it.

[Grendizer]

Any feedback concerning the story will help inform my work on the next story, so feel free to comment.

In the meantime, how about this?

Android Age Legend


ErOS System Modular Schema for Personal Assistant Droids

Note: some modules, like the Didactic Module, are primarily learning programs, while others may be primarily storage (Entertainment Module), but each has a hybrid role as storage and computational capacity. The modules substrates are paired with quantum molecular processor clusters chained together by an optical bus. These are housed in superhardened capsules the sized of a throat lozenge.

Control Module:
Responsible for user access and orchestration of command execution between various modules. Records and passes user commands to other modules. Acts as gatekeeper, controlling access between each module in accordance with user requirements and design tolerances.

Security Module:
Responsible for defense, counter measure, and instigation of cybernetic warfare tactics. All external communications are routed through the Security Module, tested against a threat matrix, then passed to the Control Module if clean.

Entertainment module:
Responsible for social content (humor, charm, grace, etc) and statistics (all-star batting averages, GDP), as well as physical and mental forms of engagement (dancing, sexual skill, story telling, singing). Also stores user data, such as multimedia and AlterReal nodelists. Generally, the Entertainment Module provides the content and reference material used to inform the behavior matrix.

Emotion Module:
Self-referencing evolving neural net program designed to reflect emotional status in accordance with programmed biases and dynamic social interactions. Works with Didactic Module and Entertainment Module to form behavior matrix.

Didactic Module:
Self-referencing evolving neural net program designed to predict and decipher patterns from sets of data biased by Command Module directives and past experience. Such data may consist of equations, language, “Where's Waldo?”, and chess, among others. Called “Didactic” instead of “Learning” because it is the module most often accessed, along with Entertainment, to teach humans and transfer knowledge between androids. Works with Entertainment Module and Emotion Module to form behavior matrix.

Somatic Module:
A system of systems that operates separately from the other modules. The Somatic Module is a distributed network of systems that service the body of the android, a low-level involuntary system. Such systems include the self-healing skin property, system shutdown auto-balance, auto-sealing of orifices upon liquid immersion, energy management, and waste recycling/expulsion.

Behavior Matrix:
The interplay between the Didactic, Entertainment, and Emotion Modules that form the gestalt of the android's personality. Any aspect of behavior may be suppressed or encouraged through user interactions with the Command Module. In the simplest example, an android may be told by a root user that “jumping is fun,” which will inform the android's experience of jumping, making it fun to jump; thus such an android allowed free time will become increasingly biased towards the desire to jump. It is common to set the Command Module to pass information automatically to the Emotion Module concerning the perceived likes and dislikes of the root user, so the android's behavior becomes increasingly pleasing to the user.

The world and tech of the Android Age:

Transdermal Links: These are simply data connections, like USB, that are capable of carrying signal through skin-to-skin contact. The signals are too weak to be used remotely, but have the advantage of requiring no particular connector shape, pinouts, or electrical configurations. They are 400 times faster than the obsolesced SATA II specification. Most people who have transdermal link surgery place the connectors in their thumbs or fingers. The procedure is painless, fast, and happens at the molecular level; it does not require the presence of a physician, only a simple spray can. In most cases, people require no special configuration to apply the connection to older connector types, like the obsolesced RJ-14 (phone lines), so long as skin can touch each contact.

AR, The AlterReal: The successor network to the Internet, the AR or AlterReal is a high-speed network of networks that requires no wiring, with each node's operational distance measured in hundreds of miles. There are many tens of billions of nodes, as almost every human, and nearly every machine operates as an independent node. The AR operates at about half the speed of transdermal links. Multimedia and data transfers are nearly instantaneous over the AlterReal. Clusters of AR nodes are often used as data backup devices. Most AR nodes have higher computational capacity than the human brain, but are not designed to process cognitive data. Interface with the AR is most commonly achieved through retinal or neural implants, capable of displaying information directly to optical and auditory nerve fibers. This changes the experience of reality for the individual, leading to hallucinogen-like effects, such as floating images or ghost sounds; this is the origin of the name AlterReal, for “altered reality.”

The Android Age: Beginning around 2030, the Android Age describes a shift in human history that saw a precipitous fall in non-state violence and the near-eradication of human labor. The co-development of molecular technology and androids wrecked the traditional economy, but from the ashes of the old a new order emerged. The only sources of wealth were real-estate and information. Because of an increase in productivity, and zero-cost labor, all citizens became beneficiaries of a national stipend.

Molecular Technology: The confluence of androids/artificial intelligence and nanotechnology created a massive disjunction in human affairs. The “runaway improvement” scenario did not occur, restricted by unforeseen realities, but radical increases in life-expectancy and human survivability did occur. Energy, intelligence, and productivity, all became massively distributed, decoupling citizens from centralized networks and power structures.

NIS: The National Immune System of the United States. A distributed network of smart systems capable of rapid response to terrorist and criminal activities or natural disasters, comprised of mobile micro NBC (nuclear, biological, chemical) surveillance sensors, non-lethal suppression devices, and autonomous cybernetic warfare systems.

Pseudo-muscle: A web of soft, often translucent carbon nanotube fibers made to feel like and mimic human muscle tissue. It is several hundred times stronger than a comparable mass of human muscle fiber, and is often assisted by joint actuators to improve load capacity.

Pseudo-skin: Collagen analogue used to mimic human skin. It is non-biological, water proof, and self-healing (scarring), and is capable of mimicking various densities from human fatty cells to foot calluses.

Prolactin Inhibitors: Prolactin is released in human males after ejaculation, causing the so-called refractory period that inhibits subsequent orgasm within the given time frame, anywhere from several minutes to as much as a day. Prolactin inhibitors prevent prolactin from acting on the physiology of the exposed male.

[Svengli]

Fantastic story.

My fetish for androids also runs along these lines...

Thank you

[Grendizer]

You're welcome, Svengli! I'm glad my writing managed to fill a niche here.