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<div class="fw-subtitle"> <b> [[ | <div class="fw-subtitle"> <b> [[Delosian|Featured Artist - February: Delosian]] | ||
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<div align="center"><big>'''Featured Author - | <div align="center"><big>'''Featured Author - February'''</big><br> | ||
'''[[Stories/ | '''[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]'''<br> | ||
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'''[[ | '''[[A Meeting At Meg's]]''' | ||
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The first sentient artificial intelligence had been created in 2035 at a university in Japan. While the discovery revolutionized computer science, sentient AI’s had always been few in numbers. There was no reason to set up factories to produce people with (as was quite rapidly affirmed by the world’s major courts) the same rights as humans, so the only new droids created came either from humans who were willing to devote several years of their life to raising one to maturity, or from other droids who wished to experience parenthood. | |||
Alex was of the most recent generation, and while she appeared to be in her mid twenties, she had in reality only been first activated twelve years ago. Droids, however, learned and matured at an incredible rate. Five, for example, was the legal voting-age for an AI. | |||
Satisfied with her selections, she closed the closet and started to undress. Before long, the clothes that she wore at work, as a professor of Twentieth-Century military history at a local college, lay on the floor at her feet. She immediately began to dress in the clothing she had selected for her club visit. First, she zipped herself into a black latex bustier then wriggled into an indecently short miniskirt of the same material, before pulling on some fishnet stockings and a pair of black patent-leather knee-highs. | |||
She stood up and, brushing a lock of shoulder-length auburn hair out of her eyes, admired her perfect, artificial body. A person who had never seen her before couldn’t have guessed that under her smooth, blemishless synthetic skin were the intricate wiring and circuitry of a gynoid. | |||
She squeezed her breast with one hand, enjoying the sensation as the cool, tight rubber of the bustier rubbed against her nipple, sending cascades of data through her processors. The other hand she let slip beneath her skirt to massage her smooth, plastic genitals. Her sex-programming activated briefly as she touched herself, and a drop of lubricant rolled down the inside of her thigh. | |||
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Featured Author - February D. Olivaw Story of the week: View past Author's of the Month |
The first sentient artificial intelligence had been created in 2035 at a university in Japan. While the discovery revolutionized computer science, sentient AI’s had always been few in numbers. There was no reason to set up factories to produce people with (as was quite rapidly affirmed by the world’s major courts) the same rights as humans, so the only new droids created came either from humans who were willing to devote several years of their life to raising one to maturity, or from other droids who wished to experience parenthood. Alex was of the most recent generation, and while she appeared to be in her mid twenties, she had in reality only been first activated twelve years ago. Droids, however, learned and matured at an incredible rate. Five, for example, was the legal voting-age for an AI. Satisfied with her selections, she closed the closet and started to undress. Before long, the clothes that she wore at work, as a professor of Twentieth-Century military history at a local college, lay on the floor at her feet. She immediately began to dress in the clothing she had selected for her club visit. First, she zipped herself into a black latex bustier then wriggled into an indecently short miniskirt of the same material, before pulling on some fishnet stockings and a pair of black patent-leather knee-highs. She stood up and, brushing a lock of shoulder-length auburn hair out of her eyes, admired her perfect, artificial body. A person who had never seen her before couldn’t have guessed that under her smooth, blemishless synthetic skin were the intricate wiring and circuitry of a gynoid. She squeezed her breast with one hand, enjoying the sensation as the cool, tight rubber of the bustier rubbed against her nipple, sending cascades of data through her processors. The other hand she let slip beneath her skirt to massage her smooth, plastic genitals. Her sex-programming activated briefly as she touched herself, and a drop of lubricant rolled down the inside of her thigh.
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