Office Life

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You may ask, what does SpazCo do? The answer is everything!

SpazCo is a global conglomerate that makes everything from basic supplies to high tech computer technology. Our most famous sub-division, Spaztec, supplies people from all walks of life around the planet with the most state-of-the-art androids in existence.

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E-Waste Room

“Green Company” SpazCo prides itself on its ability to keep our planet clean, including the most sophisticated recycling program ever conceived of. Every bit of waste is recycled, especially e-waste.

E-Waste Room

Gene considered himself very fortunate to get a job at SpazCo, one of the largest companies in the world, even if it was just in the security department. While on the surface a job in security didn’t seem as prestigious, he quickly discovered that it was akin to having a backstage pass to some of the greatest shows of all time.

The campus was large, housing multiple buildings of various sizes, but Gene had a good work ethic, not to mention a good memory, so he was able to memorize the entire campus from basement to roof for all buildings within three months. It was during this time that he discovered something that would change his life forever.

Like many companies, SpazCo was going all in on being a “green” company. This meant, amongst other things, that they recycled their water, had solar panels installed on and around their buildings, and even had a few wind turbines. More than 90% of their energy was derived from clean sources. Additionally, they had an excellent recycling program for all waste, including e-waste.

For most companies, an e-waste room would be filled with old or obsolete computers, various cables, peripherals, and miscellaneous electronic junk. SpazCo had all of this, of course, and more. Since SpazCo designed and built androids as a major part of their business, they ended up using and testing them onsite as well, so anytime one became damaged or obsolete, they would end up in the e-waste room as well.

It was on his first weekend working without a trainer that Gene happened across the e-waste room, and he quickly felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Gene had a robot fetish, and walking into a section of the massive e-waste warehouse that contained the discarded pieces of hundreds of androids, in various states of assembly or disassembly, he could barely control himself. To make things even better, most people thought that this same sight was creepy, with detached hands, feet, torsos, and even heads just lying in piles or sticking out of boxes, so he was often alone exploring this area. Within a week of exploring this e-waste area, Gene quickly formed a plan…a plan to build his own android with parts he could pilfer from here.

Once he made his decision, he realized that he had to temper his expectations somewhat. While there were seemingly fully intact parts of androids, SpazCo was still a company that valued its privacy, so they fiercely protected their intellectual property as much as the next company. As a result, none of the androids in the e-waste room had A.I. cores, and even most of the processors were destroyed as well.

Additionally, many of the heads that he saw in the room resembled ‘people’ who he regularly interacted with, who most likely discarded an old head due to damage or to replace it. This also meant that he couldn’t simply take any head he wanted, since it would be immediately recognized.

Still, some quick research informed him that he could purchase just a head and A.I. Core and still save a considerable amount of the full price of an android, so he could still come out with huge savings. He decided to hold off on customizing a head until he could determine what type of chassis he would be able to salvage, but he did go ahead and purchase the A.I. Core so that it would have some time to get to know him and train itself on his routines before receiving a physical body.

He finally ended up purchasing the A.I. core shortly after Christmas, because of a combination of the expected year-end bonus check, beginning of year pay raise, and some money he received as presents. Since the core cost a pretty penny, he had it shipped to work, since the onsite mail team could sign for it and he’d be guaranteed to receive it before the end of his shift, due to the business having a priority early AM shipping route with most of the major shipping companies.

He received the core on a Friday and spent most of that afternoon and the following day going through the multitude of settings and configurations before finalizing the settings and bringing her online. He decided to name the A.I. Monique, since he’d always been fond of the name, and he gave her a personality somewhat based on one from a former coworker who, although he didn’t have any feelings for her, nevertheless found it to be somewhat befitting of an android, with a slightly stilted speech pattern and a precise way of speaking with a dry wit.

Since he obviously didn’t have the body yet, he connected her to his home network so she could essentially function as a smart home A.I., digital assistant, and friend all at once.

He spent the next few months simply chatting with her and letting her get to know him, all while her program adapted to his routines and personality. He visited the E-Waste room every day at work looking for some interesting parts, but he found the prospect of picking a body for Monique to be nearly impossible. How could you pick a body for someone, after all?

He was able to make some simple eliminations, based on his close-up examinations of several of the bodies. For example, the lizard part of his brain would always focus on the athletic and busty bodies. The problem was, while they looked attractive on the outside, when he opened them up, they were pretty banged up and filthy. It seemed the executives at the company had the same thoughts as him and banged the supermodel attractive androids to the point where they no longer functioned, and they weren’t properly cleaned, so…yuck.

Once Gene resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn’t be able to build himself a hot, busty android, he was able to ignore them and focus on the rest of the torsos, which had far more modest body types. These, while still somewhat damaged, were in infinitely better shape than the more attractive ones, though the one common thing he noticed was that the vaginas hadn’t been cleaned on any of the torsos and they had become filthy to the point where Gene sure wasn’t going to stick his thing in any of them, even if they were cleaned. He now knew he would need to add a vaginal unit to his shopping list, one he would customize and purchase along with the head, once he picked out a suitable torso.

Monique was incredibly patient with Gene while she waited to receive a body and, surprisingly, she began to offer inputs to Gene on what kind of body she might want, based on her interactions with him.

He finally found the one sometime in mid-June. It was somewhat petite, but not completely so. It appeared to belong to someone of Asian descent, though with a little Caucasian mixed in. The body had a surprisingly decent bust, and even a little bit of muscle. Even better, when he opened it up, he observed little to no damage.

He snapped a few photos from multiple angles, and some close ups of the arm, leg, and head connection points, as well as the vaginal port and then went home with a satisfied look, eager to report to Monique on his findings.

“Good afternoon, Monique,” Gene said in a chipper voice when he got home, putting all his stuff on his desk and plopping in the chair, “What have you been up to today?”

“Oh, you know…the usual tomfoolery,” Monique’s voice sounded from the house speaker system in her usual dry voice. It was exactly weird phrases like this that Gene’s former coworker would say that he found fascinating.

“Great,” Gene chuckled, before turning his computer station on, “I think I’ve finally found a torso for you.”

“Oh?” She asked in an interesting sounding voice, “Can I see it?”

“Yeah, hold on. I’m uploading the pictures now,” he told her, syncing his phone with the home network and waiting as Monique processed them.

“Wow, I’m impressed,” Monique finally responded, after spending a minute or so processing the photos he took, “I’ll probably stand somewhere between 5’5 and 5’7, depending on whatever legs you find, so I’ll be easy for you to manage.”

“Yeah, not to mention you won’t weigh a lot,” Gene added, “The parts all seem to be in good condition, though I’m sure there are a lot of outdated parts I can find or purchase replacements for.”

“Yeah,” Monique responded, “Well, now that you found the perfect torso, when are you planning on finding the rest of the parts and bringing them here?”

Gene paused as he thought about it. “I checked the vendor logs and the next time they’re coming to empty the E-Waste room is the end of the 4th of July shutdown week, so I’ll have until then to make my decision.”

“And how are you planning on sneaking them out of there without being caught?” She pressed. Gene smiled at that, since he had to seriously tweak her morality and ethics programming so she could handle the situation.

“Actually, I’ve put a lot of thought into it,” he nodded, “That week is when we do the annual fire extinguisher inspections, so I’ll volunteer to do them for that room and go in with a huge cart full of them,” he explained, “once I have all of your parts collected, I’ll hide them in the cart before I head out and then do the ‘inspections’ for the parking garage ones right after, though I’ll make a quick stop at my car and stash the parts in the trunk before doing so.”

“They don’t search vehicles that are coming or going?” Monique asked with a concerned voice.

“Nah!,” Gene scoffed, “they’re more concerned with data theft than hardware theft…and, technically I’m stealing garbage, after all.”

“I’ll try not to hold it against you that you consider me garbage,” Monique quipped in her usual dry witty voice, before laughing, “I can hardly wait.”

“Me too,” Gene said fondly, “in the meanwhile, now that I know which parts are compatible with the torso, we can finally purchase a head, and vaginal unit, for you before I sneak the rest of your body out.”

“Oooh, let’s get started then.”

Gene spent the next few days painstakingly customizing a head for Monique, with some surprising input from her. He was surprised how helpful she was at essentially choosing her own appearance, solely based on the personality settings he’d selected for her. Eventually, they finally picked a head and placed it in the shopping cart before choosing a vagina. Gene was floored by just how many options there were for a single body part, but he decided on one of the simpler modules. While having a vibrating pussy sounded appealing, the price tag and maintenance fees turned him off…for now.

Aside from the head and vagina, Gene also added a few other items, at Monique’s suggestion: A basic repair kit, common replacement components, and a basic set of clothes for her torso’s body type.

“Man, this is a lot of money,” Gene winced, once the grand total appeared on the final payment screen. He fumbled around in his desk for his credit card and carefully entered in all the information, sending a notice to the bank saying that he was planning on making a large purchase.

“Hey, I’d cost a hell of a lot more if you were actually buying my whole body,” Monique pointed out, “But, since you’re taking some legal and ethical shortcuts, you’re saving a ton of money’”

“Psh, it’s basically the same as dumpster diving,” Gene scoffed clicking the submit button and waiting for the order confirmation screen to appear. Gene timed the order so it would arrive at his house the day he was planning on bringing the rest of Monique’s body home from work.

“Alright,” Gene sighed, forcing his way past any buyer’s remorse and focusing on the next step. He reached back into his desk and pulled out a small computer device with a multiconnector tool attached to it.

“What’s that?” Monique asked, zooming in on the object in his hands using one of the house cameras.

“It’s a little device I found in the E-Waste room that basically functions as a diagnostic tool,” he explained, “I can plug it in to any body part or component and run a quick scan to make sure that they work, and that they function properly.”

“Ahhh, nifty,” she said in an impressed voice, “I wouldn’t want my body put together only to find out one of my hands or feet don’t work.”

“Me neither,” Gene nodded fervently, “I’ll spend the time waiting for right day be testing as many arms, legs, hands, and feet as possible that I can find in there that are compatible with the torso I picked out and then make my final decision the day before I snag them.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Monique said cheerfully.

In the intervening days before the “heist”, Gene spent every free moment he could in the E-Waste room, diligently sorting out the limbs and random loose components that were compatible with the torso he had chosen.

There was a large amount of hands and feet discarded in the room, most with visible signs of damage. Although, since hands or feet bore most of the stress from daily activities, Gene wasn’t too surprised that they would be damaged and that they would simply be discarded for replacements rather than fixed.

Once he found as many visually undamaged limbs as he could, he pulled out his diagnostic tool and began the arduous, and erotic, task of testing each one for any non-visible signs of damage.

He almost found it difficult to focus, at first, since several of the hands and feet that he tested were indeed damaged in non-obvious ways. The diagnostic tool that he plugged into the mechanical stub of each hand or foot would provide just enough power to the limb for it to perform simple motions, like making a peace sign, clenching/unclenching the toes, snapping the fingers, and bending the arch of the foot. Several of the hands and feet had obviously worn out from stress, because they whined loudly when trying to perform the simplest functions. Sighing with each failure, Gene tossed each one into yet another reject pile.

Even though most of the limbs he tested were damaged beyond simple/repair, he did surprisingly, and fortunately, find a decent number of hands, feet, arms, and legs that had no apparent signs of visual or internal damage, so he placed those off to the side for further testing and deciding, since they all looked slightly different.

Once he had tested all the limbs for functionality, he conducted a final sorting for simple aesthetics. While before he was testing to simply determine which ones were damaged or not, he now sorted out ones that obviously wouldn’t match with the torso. This meant that limbs that belonged to Black, Hispanic, or Indian torsos were put off to the side and only the Caucasian and Asian ones remained. Gene was relieved that there were more than enough of them, since it would be awkward having an android with obviously mismatched limbs.

Once that sorting was done, he removed the few odd Male limbs that he kept in just in case and then looked at the final selection pile, which was now sorted by foot and hand size, and muscle density for the arms and legs. Gene took detailed and close-up pictures on his phone of the final selections, noting that he had a few pairs that clearly both came from the same android. The perfectly matched pairs would certainly be his first choice, though he did want to give Monique the opportunity over the weekend to offer an opinion as well.

With nothing left to do, he regretfully left the E-Waste room for the week, eager to return the following week to bring his selections home.

Over the weekend, Gene and Monique reviewed the dozen or so limb candidates, and Monique was able to surprisingly narrow things down further.

“I know you have a foot fetish, and you’d prefer bigger feet,” Monique pointed out, “But, based on the frame, Size 8’s would be a bit too clunky. You should go for the Size 7s instead…maybe 7.5.”

Gene stared at the pictures lustfully for a few more seconds before sighing, “You’re right,” he conceded, “The Size 8s were from different bodies anyway, so they wouldn’t have been perfect.”

“Well, I’m already going to be a sort of Frankenstein monster,” Monique joked, “But it’ll be nice, I suppose, to have some things that match.”

“Yeah,” Gene smiled, lounging back in his chair and staring at the nearest camera Monique was using to see him, “I can’t wait until your body is ready.”

“Me too,” she replied.

“So, what are your thoughts on some of these more athletic looking arms and legs?”

“Well, with the current selection of hands and feet, either of the selections would pair nicely with them,” Monique answered, after rescanning the images.

“Good, that’ll make things easier, at least.” Gene shrugged, looking through his options one more time before taking a break. He’d have plenty of time when he got back to work.

When Gene returned to work a few days later, it was the summer shutdown and things were as slow as he anticipated. Even though there was vendor work scheduled for the week, it was mostly on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, since Tuesday was the holiday, and no one wanted to come in on Monday. This meant Gene had two full days of work where he wasn’t expected to do too much to devote to the E-Waste room to pull aside his final selections.

He was not too surprised to see a few new additions to the room, since they dumped stuff at the end of each week, but a quick check of the new additions confirmed nothing that interested him, so he returned to the area he’d secreted away his choices and began scrutinizing each one.

By the end of Monday, he had his selections for the arms and hands finalized and had set them aside with the torso and spare components. The pair of hands he picked were cute, yet firm. They also seemed to come from the same body, so they matched. He found it fascinating that they had no fingerprints, since each AI had to have their own identifying finger and toe prints regardless of which body they happened to be installed in, and these hands would have been deregistered when the android they belonged to was either decommissioned or discarded. He made a mental note to watch the hands when Monique integrated into her body so that he could watch her custom prints appear.

When Gene returned on Tuesday, the holiday, he spent the entire shift there making his final selections for the legs and feet. While he quickly decided on a set of legs, he fretted over the feet, since he did have a fetish after all, and they all looked lovely. He finally selected a pair of size 7.5s that his eyes eventually wouldn’t stop returning to, so he gently grabbed them and placed them with the rest of the parts.

He paused briefly to admire his final choices, albeit disassembled. One of the last things he needed to do was to remove the vaginal unit already installed in the torso. He’d kept it in until now just in case another torso was dumped that he fancied, but since this was his final choice, now was the time. He pressed in a small freckle directly above it, which activated a subdermal control panel; Gene had briefly charged the torso up to about 10%, so he could test some of the components. He quickly located the eject icon and tapped it twice, withdrawing his hands as a seam appeared around the unit. A third tap to the icon caused it to lift with a slight hiss, allowing Gene to grab hold and pull it the rest of the way out.

He wrinkled his nose as he caught whiff of the rot inside and quickly tossed the filthy unit in a bin with other damaged/soiled sexual components, before cleaning his hands with some hand sanitizer he’d brought in with him.

“Alright, until tomorrow,” he said fondly to the disconnected body parts, hiding them back in the corner and moving a few boxes in the way, “tomorrow, you’ll have a new purpose.”

Gene was very nervous the next day, but at the same time confident that his plan would work. SpazCo, after all, was so high on their value that they wouldn’t notice roughly 20k of android parts missing…let alone parts that they were throwing away anyway.

As planned, he volunteered to take care of the fire extinguishers in the section of the building that included the E-Waste room and parking structures, so he got the large cart ready and filled it with a few dozen fresh extinguishers, along with some canvas bags. He then rolled the cart over to the E-Waste room with a smile on his face.

Everything he’d stashed away was still precisely where he left it, and undisturbed, so he pulled the canvas bags from the cart and got to work. Each canvas bag had an identical bag hidden inside which he carefully removed and set down near the body parts, while placing the exterior bags back in the cart. The secondary bags were so the cart would be seen on camera leaving with two bags and returning with two bags…the bags being for any damaged extinguishers he might encounter, to prevent the powder from getting all over the place.

Gene gently lifted the torso into one of the bags, since the torso alone weighed about 60-70lbs. He then packed the arms, legs, hands, feet, and the bag of spare components into the second bag. Once both bags were secured, he lifted them up and placed them in the cart, rearranging the fire extinguishers to obscure them.

“Wow, that was surprisingly easy,” he laughed nervously, half expecting it to take him closer to an hour to collect the parts, “better get to work now.”

Gene spent an hour in the room doing his actual job, inspecting the extinguishers. He swapped out a few that failed inspection and then began heading to the door. On his way, he stopped by the one section of the discarded android section that he’d ignored: the male section. He stared intently, looking over at all the nude male torsos, before leaving the cart and approaching one torso in particular. Looking at the neck stub, he confirmed that the torso was compatible with similar parts to the one he’d selected for Monique, so he reached down to its waste and tapped the small freckle above the penis. Fortunately, the body had just enough power left to illuminate it, so he made quick work tapping the eject icon, ejecting the penis module from it.

“Wow, never thought I’d be interested in one of these,” he said aloud, scrutinizing it in his hands, admiring the smooth shaft and squeezing the balls, “but, I suppose if it wasn’t artificial…” he left hanging, taking it to the cart and stashing it in with the smaller components, “This should spice things up a bit,” he smiled, whistling a tune as he exited the E-Waste room.

The next phase of his plan also went smoothly, with him moving on to the parking structure and making a few stops at other floors for his inspection before reaching his car. Looking to make sure no one was around, he popped open the trunk and quickly hefted both bags into the trunk, closing the door before casually continuing with his work, breathing a sigh of relief. The day was almost over.

When his shift ended a few hours later, he headed straight for his car, trying to remain calm, and casually drove off property to his house. When he saw no signs of suspicion from any of his coworkers, he breathed another sigh of relief. He had the next four days off, and the E-Waste room would be emptied tomorrow, clearing any lingering evidence.

He arrived at his house roughly 15-minutes later and, once he was parked in the garage and closed the door, he quickly unpacked both bags of parts and brought them into the house.

“Welcome home, Gene,” Monique’s voice sounded over the house speakers in her usual greeting tone, “were there any issues with the ‘mission’?”

“Nope,” he grinned, clearing his desk and rolling over a makeshift medical exam table that he’d purchased off a resale website. He then started laying out the limbs on the table, starting with the torso, with each limb lined up near the corresponding stub. “Mission accomplished!”

“Great!” She said in an excited voice, “it’s nice to actually see my body for real instead of pictures.”

“Yeah,” Gene nodded, though he frowned when he saw the body parts.

“Is something wrong?” Monique asked.

“Yeah, I didn’t realize how dim it was in that E-Waste room,” he said, scrutinizing the limbs, “the skin tones won’t match.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Monique assured him, “us androids are meant to be modular, which is why you were able to simply look for part numbers rather than custom ordering me…the skin tones will change to match the head module you purchased for me, and the musculature on the torso will shift to match the musculature on the stubs of the limbs you picked out.”

“Oh, good,” Gene sighed with relief, “Oh, did the packages arrive?”

“No,” Monique responded, “I actually contacted the delivery service and requested an afternoon delivery, so they wouldn’t arrive and possibly get stolen by porch pirates while you were at work.”

“Ah, how thoughtful,” Gene nodded, “It’s probably gonna take an hour or so to get your body assembled anyway, since I gotta clean the micro-corrosion on each connection point, swap out some internal components, insert the sexual module, and gently clean each limb with alcohol swabs.”

“Why don’t you freshen up first,” Monique suggested, “Before you get too caught up in constructing me and forget.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Gene smiled, glad the girlfriend programming he’d installed in her worked, “and why don’t you take advantage of this time to install all the latest software updates.”

“I already have them queued up,” she replied dutifully, “once you head up, I’ll reboot so I can install them.”

“Great, be back down soon,” Gene smiled, booting his computer station up before heading up. Monique didn’t respond, but he could see from her AI Core plugged in near his desk that she had just started her reboot.

Once Gene finished his quick 10-minute shower and got his end of the week laundry started, he headed back down and brewed himself a cup of coffee. Once the coffee was brewed, he prepared a small snack plate and then returned to his desk to get started.

“Alright, you ready to assemble me?” Monique’s voice sounded once more; her reboot completed.

“Yes,” Gene nodded, dramatically cracking his fingers before getting to work.

As he had stated before, before he could attach the various limbs to the torso, and each other, he needed to clean the small amount of corrosion that had started forming on the mechanical openings during the weeks/months that they had been sitting in the E-Waste room exposed. Fortunately, the corrosion was relatively minor and needed only to be wiped clear with a cloth soaked in alcohol, and a cotton swap to clear any large debris he saw. He then used the alcohol cloth to gently clean the limb before clicking it in place.

After the first hour, he had both arms and legs rendered corrosion free, along with the stubs on the torso, and were now clicked in place. He shuddered slightly at the mismatched skin tones, but trusted Monique that everything would correct itself when she integrated into it.

He then spent another hour meticulously cleaning and sanitizing both hands and feet, spending a bit more time than he probably needed to on the feet, before clicking them on too.

“Wow, my body looks surprisingly good, considering you’re using found parts,” Monique commented.

“Yeah, just gotta open it up and work inside now,” he agreed, tapping the belly button three times and removing the abdominal panel. “Do you have an ETA on the head and other parts?”

“Stand by,” Monique reported, falling silent as she went online to track the order, “it says they are within 10 stops, so they could be here anytime in the next hour.”

“Good,” Gene nodded, taking a quick break before diving into the torso to work on the inside. The first thing he did was plug a charging cable from her power core into the nearby wall outlet. Since her core was already pre-charged to roughly 10-15%, he would only need it plugged in for an hour or so to get it to 50%, which would last the rest of the night until she could plug herself in while she slept. Satisfied she would be decently charged; he got to work with the rest of her innards.

Although the torso he had picked out was in good condition, it was missing some crucial parts, though he was able to find numerous compatible replacements for them in the other torsos, and some bins. That being said, while he tested some of them, there was a small possibility that there would be some electrical shorts when she attempted to integrate with the body, so he made sure to have several of the spares on hand just in case.

By the time he was finishing up with the torso, the front porch light activated and then there was a light knock at the door before a furtive movement indicated that the delivery person had made a quick exit to head to their next delivery stop.

“The package has arrived,” Monique reported in an intentionally obvious tone, making Gene chuckle as he got up and headed to the door. Waiting for him was a large package which he hefted up and brought inside, locking the door behind him.

Once he was back at his desk, he grabbed a knife from the drawer and used it to open the large box, which had three smaller boxes inside. Since he could tell based on their sizes which box contained which part, he eagerly grabbed the larger of the three and brought it up to his desk, carefully opening it with only the sharp tip of the knife.

With the packing tape severed, Gene set down the knife on the desk, opened the box and parted the packing material to pull out a square of foam. The foam had a sort of latch on the front, which Gene was able to gently unlock with his fingers and then pull apart, revealing the head he had purchased for Monique protected within. Gene let out a reverent gasp as he gazed down upon the head he now held in his hands.

The head he’d chosen for Monique was that of a young woman in her early 20s; he was in his mid-to-late twenties, so not a creepy age difference. She had the appearance of someone with half-Vietnamese/half-Caucasian ancestry, and smooth, pale/ skin. Her shoulder-length, dark brown hair was tied into a neat ponytail.

“Wow, I’m very pretty,” Monique said, after she observed a moment of silence while Gene drank in her appearance.

“Yeah, you are,” he agreed, gently setting her head down on its side on his desk and reaching into the same box that contained her head and pulling out a device that was beneath the foam, buried in packing material. The pedestal-like device had a connection that the head could attach to, a power cord, which he promptly plugged into the nearby power strip, and a data connection which he plugged into his computer. Once his computer finished connecting to it and downloaded the diagnostic software, he picked the head back up and clicked it in place. A single green light started flashing when the head was attached, followed by a red light which started rapidly flashing, before turning amber, and finally solid green.

“Alright, your head has power,” Gene announced excitedly, reaching behind both ears and pressing the scalp release points that he’d read up on. There was an audible hiss as the seam appeared around the edges of her scalp. Once it fully formed, Gene gently grabbed hold of her hair and lifted the panel off, almost as though it were a wig, placing it gently down next to her head and looking into the now open head cavity.

He stared in awe for several moments, drinking in the mechanical parts of her head. He could see the backs of the optical array, and everything that made her mouth, nose, and even ears work. The main thing he focused on, though, was the cradle in the center where her AI core went.

“Are you ready?” He asked, looking over at the smart home control unit that she was currently plugged into.

“Yes,” she replied simply, “I’m still paired with your smart home device, so I’ll still be able to function in that regard, provided I have a decent network connection.”

“Good, then let’s get to it,” he said, reaching for her core, noticing that she had already gone into standby mode in anticipation of being detached. Once he had hold of her core, getting used to the warmth of it, he carefully detached it from the smart home control unit and brought it over to her head. “Wow, I can’t believe you’re actually running from this small thing,” he said wonderfully, pausing to admire the small core which just barely fit in his palm. Shaking his head to get back to task, he slowly reached in with the core, lined it up with the connectors, and clicked it in place.

Roughly 1-2 seconds after clicking the core in place, all the lights in the head started flashing at once and everything inside came to life. While Gene waited for Monique to boot up for the first time, he took the opportunity to click the scalp back in place and then waited eagerly for her to ‘wake up’. Once she finished booting, her scalp panel smoothly resealed and then her face came to life, her eyes opening to reveal her unique brown-amber colored eyes, which quickly focused on him and smiled.

“Wow, I’m not used to seeing you from this low,” were the first words from her mouth, the vocal synthesizer in her head already programmed with her voice.

“What do you mean?” Gene smiled, not expecting that from her.

“Before I was looking down on you from the ceiling mounted cameras,” she responded, “but now…”

“Ah, of course,” Gene chuckled, “Well, your body is shorter than mine, so you’d better get used to it,” he laughed.

“Yeah,” she laughed back, “these eyes are much better too,” she added.

“Were there any issues integrating with the head?”

“No, it fits like a glove, so to speak,” she replied.

“Wow, you’re even cuter when you have a face,” Gene gushed, and before she could respond, he lifted her up and planted a kiss on her lips, which she returned eagerly.

“It feels nice to feel,” Monique said simply, once he broke away and put her down, “I’ve been waiting to feel you all year.”

“Me too,” he assured her.

“Is my body ready for me to integrate?” she asked eagerly, trying to look over at it.

“Almost,” Gene nodded, seeing that she was trying to look at it and sliding the device connected to her head across his desk so she could get a better look, “I just need to install the vaginal module and then prepare for any hardware failures when you attempt to integrate.”

“That’s why we bought spares,” Monique pointed out.

“Indeed,” Gene nodded, moving back to the delivery box and pulling out the smallest of the boxes. After gently opening it with the knife, he pulled out two small boxes and opened both onto the desk. The first contained a set of small cartridges, containing the flavored sexual lube that came with the vaginal unit. The second one contained the actual unit, which also had a cartridge insert.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” He said, smacking his forehead, “I actually brought home a penis module too…it was sort of spur of the moment, since they are doing their monthly cleaning tomorrow, but it should be compatible with your model.”

“Wow, I didn’t think you would be interested in things like that,” Monique said with a curious look.

“Well, when it comes to androids, I’m willing to experiment,” he shrugged, reaching into the bag of random components and pulling it out to show her.

“Wow, it looks nice,” she nodded approvingly, “although, you will need to purchase separate ejaculate cartridges, and sexual drivers in order for me to use it properly,” she pointed out.

“I figured,” he grimaced slightly, placing the penis module back in the bag, “but, getting the unit itself was at least half the battle, and I wanted to spice things up.”

“More than half, I’d estimate, but I look forward to trying that out,” she smiled.

“Great,” Gene blushed, “in the meanwhile, “I’ll get your vaginal unit installed.”

Gene quickly selected a mint flavored cartridge, inserting it into the side of the module and then bringing it over to her body, smoothly inserting it until it clicked in place; the seam remained.

“It just goes to show how much they focus on sex when designing you androids that they make swapping out the sexual module so easy a monkey could do it,” Gene laughed, tapping the icon on the waste to seal the panel; the skin tone didn’t match yet.

“Hey, if you humans didn’t want sex all the time, androids like me wouldn’t exist,” Monique quipped.

“Touché,” Gene replied, looking into the torso and locating the power core, “it looks like your power core is charged to 53%, which should be more than enough to last you to close to midnight,” he reported, reaching in and unplugging the cable.

“Goodie,” she smiled, “are you ready to attach me now?”

“Yes,” he smiled, walking over to her and grabbing hold of her head beneath her chin, tapping the release icon on the diagnostic pedestal to detach her head. Once her head was free, he brought it up and gave it another quick kiss before walking over to her body.

“Moment of truth,” Monique said, looking into his eyes.

“I’ll say,” Gene gulped nervously, “are you able to control how much you integrate at once, or is it just all or nothing?”

“All or nothing,” she replied, “I’m sure it’ll be mostly fine,” she assured him, “even if any of the components fail catastrophically, the damage would be limited to the component itself and wouldn’t cause any widespread damage.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he grimaced, gently lifting the neck end of her torso and lining her head up with it, “here goes…”

“New hardware detected…attempting to integrate, stand by,” Monique reported in a clipped tone. Suddenly, all the components in her torso sprung to life with whirs, clicks, and beeps. After a few seconds, he could smell something burning a couple chips popped with a small cloud of smoke.

“Error, multiple hardware faults detected…please repair before integration can occur,” she reported in another clipped tone.

“On it,” he reported, putting on his anti-static gloves before reaching in and pulling out the fried components, chucking them in an E-Waste bin he’d brought over. He quickly located the replacements parts from the allotment he’d brought from work and inserted them into the corresponding slots, removing his hands so she could try again.

This time, only two chips failed, so Gene quickly replaced those and had her try once more. One chip failed this time, but this time Gene inspected the slot itself and saw an obstruction in the pins, so he carefully dislodged it and tried once more, hoping it would work, since he was running out of those ones.

Success! Nothing failed and everything in her body started humming with life. Next, the seams around her neck, arms, legs, hands, and feet sealed and vanished and then the skin below her neck started changing to match the skin tone of her head. Gene quickly grabbed her right hand, turning it so he could see the fingertips, and watched in amazement as her unique fingerprints rose up from the previously smooth skin. Android fingerprints had similarities to Human fingerprints, in that there were combinations of loops, whirls, and arches, but there were also circuitry patterns as well which distinctly identified them from Humans.

“Integration successful,” she reported, before slowly moving, starting with her hand in his, gently gripping it and feeling it for the first time. “Wow, this body feels…surprisingly great,” she said, slowly sitting up on the table and dropping her legs over the edge, playfully swinging her legs back and forth.

“Are you sure,?” he asked in a concerned voice, “nothing in there acting up?”

“Nope.”

“Good, I’m gonna reattach your torso cover then,” he told her, picking it up from the floor and lining it up. Once he did, it clicked in place, and she zoned out as she resealed it and altered the skin tone to match the surrounding skin.

“And now I’m complete, thank you,” she smiled warmly, leaning down and kissing Gene full on the lips. Gene responded by grabbing her from behind and kissing her deeply.

When they finally broke apart, Monique took the initiative by hopping down from the table and whispering in his ear, “So, would you like to engage in some tomfoolery?”

It didn’t take the subtle eye movement down to her waist for him to get the hint, wordlessly following her upstairs to his bedroom to enjoy his new toy.

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Kyle couldn’t believe it when he was told he was selected to be the new VP of Global Security for one of the most prestigious companies on the planet: SpazCo. They made almost every relevant piece of tech on the planet, amongst other things, and had good benefits on top of that.

As a man in his mid-40s with a wife and several children, this was exactly the type of job he needed to coast through the rest of his career until retirement.

Shortly after receiving the news, he was scheduled for an onboarding session, which also included company training so he would be up to speed on all the relevant policies. By the time his whirlwind day was nearing an end, he had had to sign so many waivers and documents that his head was spinning. One of the many items he was handed was a tablet, which he could apparently choose from several people to be his personal executive assistant. Since his brain was already fried from everything else that had happened, he just picked the most attractive face on the list and then wordlessly handed it off without any review or follow-up questions.

A few weeks later, after relocating himself and his family to a new home near the office, Kyle finally went into the main office to begin his orientation and to receive a tour of the building before being shown his new office. He was quite impressed with the facility, since it was the world’s largest office building, having surpassed the Pentagon years earlier.

The executive suite itself was massive, since each office was an actual suite in and of itself. He was in a reasonably nice section of the floor, with windows that didn’t have any direct sunlight that would blind him during the day.

Once the onboarding rep showed him to his office, he thanked them and eagerly entered. His office suite opened into a cozy looking waiting room with a reception desk, which was currently occupied.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Evan’s,” the cheerful voice of his assistant, Emily, sounded as soon as he entered the room. Emily, who he had quickly chosen as his assistant, was a young, mid-twenties Hispanic ancestry woman with a full-figured body and dark brown hair.

“Ah, good afternoon…. Emily, is it?” Kyle said wearily. It had been quite a day.

“Yes,” she nodded politely, “I see you finished your orientation. Would you like me to show you around your office?”

“Sure,” Kyle nodded politely, though he was somewhat eager to have a moment of peace, so he prayed the tour would be short.

Emily merely nodded politely and then gestured around the room they were currently standing in. “Well, this is your waiting room, and my office,” she started, “there is a closet for your guests to use to store their belongings while they visit you, and a guest bathroom.”

“Ah, nice,” Kyle nodded. SpazCo clearly spared no expense with their executives.

“We also have a variety of snacks and beverages to keep your guests at ease, in case they are waiting for a while,” she continued, before turning to the ornate door behind and next to her desk, “And here is the main office.” She announced dramatically, opening the door.

The main office extended roughly 50ft from the entrance door, where his desk was evenly set between both sidewalls a short distance from the windows, which from the 60th floor offered an impressive view. He had an array of couches and armchairs surrounding a few coffee tables, for office meetings, and a large master display console on one of the sidewalls which displayed security stats companywide. He winced slightly at seeing that, since he would be expected to visit each of SpazCo’s 30 sites worldwide over the next few months to introduce himself in person and give an in-depth assessment to the CEO.

The right side of the room had two doors, which were currently closed.

“This room pretty much speaks for itself,” Emily said knowingly, as he drank in the surroundings, “This door closest to the entrance here is your personal closet and storage room,” she explained, opening the door to a spacious walk-in closet and storage area.

“Wow, I’ll have to move some stuff from my house here,” Kyle laughed, “The missus at home has been nagging me to clear some stuff out for months now.”

“Well, that’s certainly something I can help with,” she giggled, closing the door and leading him to the second door, nearest to his desk, “and this door leads to your private bathroom, and it even has a modest sized bedroom in case you need to work here overnight.”

Kyle wordlessly followed her into the bathroom, which even included a shower, and through another door at the end which emptied into a relatively small, but no less ornate, dorm room sized bedroom with a comfortable queen-sized bed, and even a recliner facing a TV.

“Wow, if I weren’t married, I probably wouldn’t leave his place,” Kyle joked, testing the firmness of the bed and nodding approvingly, “SpazCo really takes good care of their executives.”

“And their employees, too,” Emily replied.

“Well, it’s been a long day,” Kyle said, preparing to dismiss Emily politely so he could have some alone time, “perhaps you should finish whatever you were working on when I came in and go home for the night.”

Emily got a confused look on her face. “This is my home,” she said simply.

“Oh, come on…you aren’t one of those workaholic assistants, are you?” Kyle scoffed, “You can have a life outside of work…I’m not a slave driver.”

Emily still had a look of confusion on her face before nodding with a look of understanding. “Um, Mr. Evan’s,” she started saying carefully, “did you read all of the documents and pamphlets when you were onboarded?”

“For the most part,” he replied, “after a while, it got sort of tiring, so I started rushing…I guess.”

“I see,” Emily nodded, “I’m guessing that included the part when you selected me.”

“Yeah,” Kyle admitted, not going so far as to admit that he selected her purely for her looks.

“Ah, that makes sense,” Emily laughed, “Well, if you had fully read the pamphlet, you would know that I am the latest model of Personal Assistant androids that SpazCo produces,” she explained, posing more professionally, “I am available for anything you might need me for, 24/7.”

Kyle reeled at that statement, coming from someone who he had thought was completely human from the moment he saw her. “Wow, I had no idea…sorry,” He stammered.

“It’s alright,” Emily said reassuringly, “I was actually going to go over my features and settings anyway, so why don’t we move to your office lounge so we can be more comfortable?”

“Good idea,” Kyle nodded, following her out of the private residence and back out into the office. He sat in a comfy armchair, while she sat opposite him on the couch and set her folders and electronics down on the coffee table.

“So, as I stated before, I am the latest model of Personal Assistant androids that SpazCo produces,” Emily started, clearly reciting a speech, “Starting five years ago, all Executive level employees at SpazCo receive one as part of their compensation package, to better assist them, and to provide free usage statistics to the R&D department so they can upgrade their products.”

“Of course,” Kyle scoffed, “You’ll have to forgive me…it’s just, you look so real. Is there anything you can do to show me you are an android?”

“Of course, it’s not a problem,” Emily smiled, reaching both hands up to her ears and pressing in just behind them. Kyle heard a slight hiss, then saw a seam appear around her neck as she then smoothly lifted her head up off her neck, positioned it more safely in her hands, and then held it out over the coffee table for Kyle to see. “Is this sufficient to prove what I am?” She asked innocently, her voice sounding somewhat tinny and artificial.

Kyle merely shook his head, briefly unable to speak.

“Would you like to hold my head for a few moments?” She offered, “as you can clearly see, I am capable of operating my body remotely, and my head has approximately 15 minutes of power available.”

“Sure,” Kyle nodded, carefully grabbing hold of her head, minding her long hair, and lifting it out of her outstretched arms. She withdrew her hands as soon as he safely had her head and placed them delicately on her lap.

Once he was comfortable holding her head, he carefully took a closer look at her face, noticing that she wore no makeup, but clearly had a natural, or artificial, beauty to her. He could even see pores on her skin, tiny hairs in her nose, and an imitation pulse throb where her carotid artery would be.

“You look so lifelike,” Kyle finally said, placing her head down on his lap so he could look down on her, “are you based on a real person?”

“As a matter of fact, I am,” she answered cheerfully, “SpazCo decided to use donors to model their personal assistants’ personalities and appearances after,” she explained, “There is a real woman named Emily, though her last name is different and kept confidential for privacy reasons. She was compensated quite handsomely for donating and is currently going through school pursuing a law degree.”

“Wow, that’s impressive,” Kyle nodded, “oh, umm, do you need to be reattached to your body soon?”

“My head still has three minutes, but if you’re done examining my head, I can reattach it,” she replied.

“Could I?” He asked, “I mean, I’ll be needing practice anyway, since you’re my assistant and all.”

“Sure,” she smiled.

Kyle carefully lifted her head up and then got up, walking the short distance to where her body was patiently waiting on the couch. He walked up behind the couch and then lined her head up with the mechanical stub, pausing briefly to admire it, before bringing her head down and clicking it in place. A series of mechanical whirring sounded and then the seam vanished, leaving her looking flawlessly human again.

“That was very easy,” Kyle remarked, walking back over to the chair and sitting down.

“We’re designed to be as easy to use as possible,” Emily grinned, “I’m curious though, considering you were hired here at SpazCo, I’m surprised you seem to be so caught off guard by me being an android. Have you never encountered one before?”

Kyle was somewhat taken aback by her question, but he appreciated people who got straight to the point, and it appeared SpazCo was very capable of programming these androids to be as lifelike as possible, both in appearance and the way they behaved.

“Well, we’re from the Midwest,” he started, “so it’s very conservative there, meaning they kinda shun many recent technological advances, including androids.”

“I see,” Emily nodded, “then how come you came to work for SpazCo?”

“I’m a security expert, not an engineering or technology expert,” he pointed out, “I’m sure I’ll need to be briefed on some of that stuff, but only for a security standpoint.”

“Ah, that makes sense.”

“In any event, now that I’ve seen you up close, it’s quite possible that I have met an android or two before and simply not realized it,” he laughed.

“I’m sure R&D would be delighted to hear that,” Emily laughed, “they certainly want their products to be as lifelike as possible.”

“So, what features do you have that will serve me better than if I had a human assistant?” Kyle asked, getting more comfortable interacting with her.

“Well, I can speak and understand virtually every known language, thanks to a translation program I have installed,” she started, “more importantly, since I’m an android, I don’t need sleep or rest and can work as many hours as you need me to.”

“Interesting, I guess I’ll definitely be bringing you with me on my business trips,” Kyle mused, since the only other language he understood aside from English was French.

“Yes, and since you qualify for one of the company jets, I won’t have to be packed as luggage,” she smiled.

“Yeah,” Kyle laughed, trying to imagine explaining her to the TSA.

“It’s also worth noting, though hopefully this never comes up, but I am programmed to serve as a bodyguard as well…though, I’m only permitted non-lethal force.”

“Sheesh, I hope you aren’t needed for that,” Kyle cringed, imagining her go all Terminator on someone trying to attack him.

“Me too,” she assured him, “Aside from that, I have all the typical personal assistant stuff down pat, and I can even help babysit your kids if you and your wife decide to go on a date night.”

“Huh, that might actually come in handy,” Kyle nodded, “sitters are expensive.”

“So am I, though in a different way,” Emily joked.

“And…umm,” Kyle blushed, not sure how to phrase his next question, “are you anatomically correct?”

“Yes, I am,” Emily responded with no hint of embarrassment, “and I’m fully functional as well,” she added proudly.

“Wow, I’m surprised your donor would donate her entire physical appearance.” Kyle chuckled nervously.

“Like I said, she was compensated quite handsomely,” Emily winked, “After all, one of the other reasons they switched the android assistants was to reduce sexual harassment lawsuits so, in a way, they are saving a ton of money doing it this way.”

Kyle laughed out loud at that. “That actually makes a ton of sense.”

“Yeah, legally speaking, I’m no different than a sex toy,” Emily shrugged with no embarrassment, “Would you like to see me undress…that is, if you aren’t concerned about what your wife might think of you with another woman.”

“Actually, she might want to meet you,” Kyle said, surprisingly, “she’s always been fascinated with technology, especially androids, so she might actually be a bit jealous.”

“Interesting,” Emily mused, “well, I am programmed to be bisexual, so I could certainly please her just as well as with you.”

“Good,” he sighed, “we actually had a few conversations about getting an android of our own to help around the house, amongst other things, but they were always a bit too pricey.”

“Fortunately, I’m part of your compensation package, then,” Emily smiled, “as long as you work for at least a year, you’ll get to keep me even if you leave the company.”

“Oh, nice,” Kyle fist pumped, “that should be pretty easy, then.”

“Indeed,” Emily grinned, then reached into her folders and produced a small tablet, which she handed across the table to him, “This is my control tablet,” she explained, watching him turn it on, “with it, you can access all of my systems and programs, run diagnostics on me, and even control me.”

Kyle wordlessly navigated the various menus on the device, toggling from a menu that allowed him to see and hear everything she was, to one that let him run software updates, to another one which let him see advanced diagnostic information about her, such as her current power levels and CPU usage.

“Why don’t you navigate to the control tab and command me to undress,” she suggested.

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Kyle chuckled, quickly locating the command-and-control tab, which also let him remote control her. Skipping that function for now, he located the command section, which included several pre-programmed quick commands and a box he could manually type one in. Since undressing was a common command and android like her would need, it was one of the quick commands, so he tapped it.

“Command received,” Emily announced in a clipped tone, before smoothly bending down to remove her shoes and socks, then smoothly standing up to unbutton her blouse, remove her silk undershirt and bra, and then slide her pants and panties off, kicking them neatly into a pile near her shoes. “Command completed,” she then announced, regaining control, though remaining standing.

“Wow, you definitely look real,” Kyle said, breathing heavily as he drank in her nude appearance. Her full figure looked even better without her clothes on, with a very busty chest and a smoothly shaved vagina.

“Thank you,” she smiled warmly, flaunting her body even more.

“This might seem a bit weird, but could I see your feet up close?” He asked, “I have a bit of a fetish.”

“Certainly, and don’t worry…foot fetishes are more common than you think,” she assured him, sitting down instead in the armchair next to his and resting her feet on his lap, playfully wiggling her toes.

Kyle didn’t respond to that comment, but instead gently grabbed hold of her right foot to examine it more closely, lifting it up to his face and admiring the toe prints, which upon closer inspection gave way of her artificial nature, since they comprised random circuit board patterns instead of the usual human variety. He then bravely sniffed her foot, admiring the subtle scent.

“They even made you smell real, although not too real,” he admired, doing the same with her left foot.

“Yeah, I have a perspiration tank with a very slight odorant added, for enhanced realism,” she confirmed, “the odor is only about 10% of what you would expect if you were inspecting my donor.”

“Nice,” he nodded, “and I appreciate that you don’t paint your nails,” he added.

“Yeah, it’s not considered to be professional,” she nodded, “and the paint is slightly harmful to android skin, in any event…. or, at least, the method of removing it is.”

“I can imagine,” he nodded, placing her foot back down and giving her legs a light pat, indicating he was done. She then nodded in understanding and lowered them to the ground.

“Well, there is a lot more to cover about my design and features,” Emily said brusquely, “but, since you already have me naked, would you like to test out my sexual functions? I’m sure it’ll help you to unwind after what I’m sure has been a stressful couple of weeks.”

Kyle actually thought about it for a few moments before simply nodding his head.

“Great, let’s put that bed to use then,” she smiled, smoothly rising to her feet and holding out her hand.

He wordlessly took it and followed her into his private bathroom, eager to test out his sexy personal assistant.

Remote Worker

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Remote Work

Dylan hit it off with Morgan almost the moment she joined SpazCo. While they weren’t in the same team, they were at least assigned to the same floor, so they got to see each other every day, and even collaborate on some joint projects.

She was also open about the fact that she was an android…a top-of-the-line sentient model that SpazCo produced. He found it odd that the company would basically allow one of its own products to work for them, but in the eyes of the law she was sentient, so they had to treat her and others like her as such.

While Morgan resembled a beautiful young woman in her mid-to-late twenties, with should-length dark brown hair, a sleek build, and pale skin riddled with freckles, she admitted that she had only been online for just over five years…having spent most of the past four in a sort of accelerated social schooling that sentient androids like her had to complete in order to live normally in society.

Still, her being an android didn’t seem to stop her from acting as human as possible. She joined the company in late summer and participated in some of the fun summer activities, even working up a sweat. During fall, the two of them enjoyed a warm pumpkin-spice coffee from one of the onsite cafes, and when it got cold, she even bundled up.

As the holidays rapidly approached, Dylan excitedly went over his plans, since she also happened to come from the same hometown as him, which was just over three hours away by car. While he was excited, Morgan seemed somewhat nervous about something, though in typical male fashion, he didn’t catch on right away.

“And, anyway, I’m really excited to meet your parents, and for you to meet mine,” he finished, stopping to take a sip of his coffee before finally noticing the look on her face, “What’s wrong? Aren’t you excited?”

“Yes,” she said quickly, “it’s just…I haven’t been completely honest with you about me.”

“You’ve already been pretty open about being an android,” he pointed out, “and I’ve been pretty open about how I don’t care, so what else could there be?”

“Do you promise not to freak out?” She said in a serious voice.

“Of course,” he assured her, “I love you for who you are, no matter what.”

“Aww, thanks,” she gushed, her face flushing. “Anyway, I’m not technically an android,” she admitted.

“What?” Dylan asked with a confused look, “I’ve seen you remove some of your limbs and stuff though, how are you not an android?”

“How much do you know about sentient A.I.s?” she asked.

“Only that in order to make one you have to purchase a rather expensive developer’s kit from SpazCo, and then you have to get approval from a few government agencies since you are essentially bringing a new life into the world,” he explained.

“That’s the general gist of it,” she nodded in agreement, “What isn’t as commonly known is that coding the A.I. can be tricky and ultimately leads to two outcomes: The A.I. can run on a standard core, or it needs to be housed in a server.”

“Why would an A.I. need to be housed on a server?”

“Because the coding went awry and got too big to fit on either a standard or premium core,” she replied, “I’m basically one of the latter.”

“You’re in a server,” Dylan asked with a confused look, “but I’m talking to you right now and you definitely don’t look a server.”

“Well, that’s because I’m actually operating this body remotely from my home 300 miles away,” she explained.

“Wait, if you’re operating this body remotely, then what do you have where the core would usually go?”

“My head is packed with an advanced telecom array so it can receive a persistent signal from my server over a proprietary satellite connection, and a secondary signal over the internet,” she explained, “I also have a memory buffer that I can download enough information to last me the day, in case there are signal issues, and a rudimentary A.I. core that can pretend to be more for a short time if I do lose connection.”

“Wow, can I see?” Dylan asked eagerly.

Morgan quickly looked around, confirming no one would see them since they chose a section of the café that was secluded. She then nodded and motioned for him to move closer to her. Once he moved his seat to sit next to her, she zoned out momentarily as a seam appeared around her scalp. Once fully formed, she lifted her hands up to her head and gently lifted the top of her head, including her hair, off and placed it on the table.

“Alright, take a look,” she smiled, the sound of the machinery in her head now fully audible, “but be careful.”

“I will,” Dylan promised, slowly standing up and looking inside her head.

As she had described, she had a very high-end satellite receiver that was tied into an equally high-end wireless receiver. Both of those fed into a small device which he surmised was the rudimentary AI core, and that in turn was connected to a memory buffer.

“Do you get good signal here?” Dylan asked curiously.

“Yes,” she nodded, “though, I do still rely on the Wi-Fi as well to augment the signal at time, and the memory buffer does help to reduce the amount of time I need to access my memory at the home server.”

“Have you ever lost connection here before?”

“Only a couple times,” she admitted, “though, none of them were while I was with you,” she added quickly, “usually it’s while I’m alone working in my office and the data stored in the memory buffer is enough for this body to continue working until the signal is restored.”

“Does it usually take a while?”

“Nah,” she shook her head, “each time lasted less than five minutes.”

“And that AI core is able to pretend to be you?”

“Yep,” she replied simply.

“Do you think you could shut off your connection for a few minutes so I could see what it’s like?”

“Maybe on the car ride home,” she replied, “there’s always a chance that the connection might not come back right away, so I’d prefer not to intentionally sever it while I’m still working.”

“Fair enough,” he shrugged, “thanks for showing me this,” he said, sitting back down as she grabbed the top of her head and carefully clicked it back on.

“I’m just glad you’re not freaked out by this,” Morgan said in a relieved voice, “but, I still haven’t old you quite everything.”

“There’s more?!” Dylan laughed.

“Yeah,” she smiled awkwardly, “Not only am I operating this body remotely, but I’m also operating two other identical bodies at the same time, plus the server itself…so, four bodies.”

“Four bodies at once!? How is that possible?”

“I’m housed in a powerful server, so it has enough processing power that I can split myself into just over three separate threads and operate each body independently of each other, plus see and hear from my server and monitor its functions.”

“Do you experience everything like a split screen or something?”

“Kinda sorta, but also not really,” she said, “it’s difficult to explain, since it’s second nature to me, but all three of them are me right now.”

“Wow, that’s kinda cool…and weird,” Dylan admitted, “So, what are all of you doing right now?”

Morgan giggled at the wording of his question. “Well, right now my Work Body is having lunch with you in the cafeteria,” she replied, getting the obvious answer out of the way first, “As the name implies, this is the body that I send to work, or on long trips. As such, it contains the most advanced communications array, though it currently doesn’t have any of the…recreational hardware installed…yet.”

“I see,” Dylan coughed, “So that means we couldn’t go back to my apartment and have sex then?”

“No,” she shook her head, “I mean, I could give you oral, but the vagina on this body is basically a placeholder,” she confirmed, “I mean, it looks real enough when you look at it, but you wouldn’t be able to penetrate it.”

“Are you planning on rectifying that someday?”

“Oh yes,” she sighed, “but the hardware is kinda expensive, so I’m still saving up.”

“One of your other bodies is fully equipped, right?” He asked hopefully.

“Yes,” she giggled, “My home body is fully equipped.”

“And what is it doing?”

“It is currently cleaning up the house in preparation for your arrival in a couple days,” she replied, “specifically, right now it’s vacuuming the living room while watching daytime television…and it just stubbed it’s toe, ouch.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, well this body is, the Home body is currently checking for damage…all clear.”

“Good,” he sighed with relief.

“Anyway, the Home Body, as the name implies, stays at home. It has the least sophisticated communications array, though still decent in case it needs to abandon the house, and it stays home to tend to my server, which is a body in and of itself.”

“Can your server feel things?”

“Not really,” she scrunched her face, “I mean, it doesn’t have touch sensors on it…about all the senses I have on it are camera’s, microphones, and speakers…and it can detect if it’s getting too hot and adjust the temperature accordingly.”

“Hopefully interacting with me doesn’t make you get too hot,” Dylan said, part concerned and part game.

That got Morgan laughing for a good few seconds as her face flushed, “I will admit, you do a little bit.”

“I take it your third body is used for going out or something,” he guessed.

“Yep, my Activities Body,” she confirmed, “that’s the body I send to run errands, or to go out with friends or family in the area, or anything that involves leaving the house…even taking the garbage out to the street or getting the mail.”

“Is your Home Body allowed to leave the house at all?” He asked.

“Well, I mean, if I’m just doing odd chores around the house and my Activities Body is out and about, then yeah,” she nodded, “but, as a general rule, I try and keep it inside most of the time.”

“I see…and what is your Activities Body doing right now?”

“Right now, it is shopping for some groceries and supplies after seeing the latest Romcom at the theaters,” she answered.

“Geeze, I’m somewhat envious of you right now,” he laughed, “you’re working and making money with me right now, while also at home 300 miles away cleaning your house, and you got to see a movie.”

“Being a remote worker does have its advantages,” she said with faux smugness.

“Is there any possibility of you getting transferred into an AI core in the future…say, if they make one that’s actually big enough, or if they figure out how to shrink your code?”

“Unfortunately, the likelihood of that happening is very slim at the moment,” she frowned, “They don’t know enough yet to conduct such a procedure safely,” she tried to explain, “It could irrevocably damage my programs…kind of like giving a human a lobotomy.”

“Ah, I see…I guess you sentient A.I.s are a lot more complicated,” he nodded, “So, you’re currently operating three bodies plus a server right now?”

“Yep,” she nodded.

“So, if you were to shut down the other two bodies, would you suddenly have more processing power available for this one, thus making yourself like super smart or something?”

Morgan just stared at him for a few seconds before suddenly erupting with laughter, uncontrollable laughter that lasted for nearly a minute, all while Dylan sheepishly laughed too. “No, it doesn’t work like that,” she finally said, wiping tears from her eyes, “The processing power for each body is capped so that they can act as human as possible. If anything, shutting down either or both other two bodies would help to reduce stress on the server if it was overheating, but it wouldn’t grant me ‘Rain Man’ like abilities.”

“Good to know,” Dylan nodded, “so then, what does your work body do here after the end of the workday?”

“Assuming it isn’t going to some after work event or party, it locks itself in my office and recharges for the night,” she replied, “I have a special arrangement with SpazCo, and it saves me a ton of money on rent.”

“Have you thought about possibly having it move in with me?” He asked, “I mean, we’re getting kind of serious, so it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot.”

“I have, though I wanted to wait until after I equipped it with the sexual hardware before doing so,” she admitted.

“How soon will that be?”

“As soon as you drive it back to my house,” she grinned, “I have it back at the house, along with various other upgrades.”

“Ooh, I can’t wait then,” he grinned back, leaning over and giving her a quick kiss, “just out of curiosity, do you ever have your Home Body masturbate while your Work Body is interacting with me?”

Morgan seemed taken aback for a moment before blushing furiously and nodding.

“I knew it,” he laughed, pulling her in and kissing her more deeply.

Their lunch break ended soon after, so they got back to work, but both were now even more excited than they were before heading home for the holidays. Now that Dylan knew, and was supportive, of Morgan’s true nature, she let him see how she powered her Work Body down for the night in her office, using a hidden charging station in the closet and by locking the office and putting blinds up.

When the end of the week came, she instructed him to pick her up from her office on Saturday morning so he could help her with some of her things. He spent Friday evening packing from his apartment and then headed to bed early.

The next morning, he drove into work, greeting one of the weekend security guards posted at the entrance, and then headed to her section of the building. One of the reasons he had never gotten around to seeing her office before was because she worked in a different department than him, and therefore in a different tower. They had met at a party and hit things off but mostly got together at the cafes. He worked in the Sales department, while she worked in Marketing.

Once he navigated to the elevator bank for the tower the marketing team worked in, he tapped the floor she was assigned to and then got off, heading to her office, using the key she provided him to unlock the door.

Morgan’s work body was still powered down when he entered, placidly charging in its charging cradle. She had told him she would keep it charging for as long as she could, and that he could wake it “Sleeping Beauty Style”.

Seeing her bag and a couple of luggage items on the ground in the corner, Dylan wasted no time approaching her dormant form and planting a loving kiss on her lips. In the quiet of the room, he could briefly hear her internal machinery coming to life before being silenced, and then she promptly came online, returning his kiss.

“Thanks for waking me up,” she smiled, giving him one more kiss before stepping from the charging cradle and picking up her bag, “are you ready to go?”

“Yep,” he nodded, grabbing one of her luggage carts, “I’m surprised an android like you needs so much luggage.”

“Yeah, well I do need multiple changes of clothes, and I like having some personal items here,” she pointed out.

“Fair point,” he nodded, “is this everything?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded.

“Alright, then let’s go,” he announced, holding the door open for her and walking with her back out of the building to his car. She promptly hopped into the front passenger seat while he loaded everything into the trunk and then started the car for the five-hour car trip. After they’d been driving for a couple minutes in silence, he started some small talk. “So, how did you get your Work Body over her, if you don’t have a car?”

“I had to get a ride from my dad,” she replied, “Fortunately he was already visiting SpazCo anyway, so it worked out.”

“That’s good,” Dylan nodded, “But are you able to drive, if you had a car?”

“Yes, I’m licensed…though, my car is at home for my Activity Body to use.”

“I see,” he nodded, “and, what sorts of things does your Home Body do while it’s at home all the time?”

“Well, one of my hobbies is painting and doing arts and crafts, so you’ll see I have a nice studio at home where I make my inspirations come to life.”

“Wow, I can’t wait to see that,” he nodded, noting mentally that they had just driven out of the city and were in the countryside now.

“Just an fyi, I might lose connection a few times in the countryside,” she warned, noting the scenery, “my connection is already losing some strength.”

“Does that mean you might take longer to respond to me?”

“Nah, it just means I’ll have to rely a little bit on whatever I crammed into the memory buffer this morning in my daily data packet.”

“I see,” he nodded, continuing driving, “How will I know if you lose connection?”

“This body would normally make a generic, boring announcement,” she replied, “But, since you’re my boyfriend, I have a customized announcement just for you, like I also have customized announcements for my other work friends.”

“Cool, so if I try talking about something that you didn’t anticipate, it won’t be able to answer?”

“It can try, but if you ask a question that just like, way out there…like something that definitely wouldn’t come up in a normal conversation, then it’ll just recite a pre-programmed apology,” she responded.

“Okay, I’ll have to try and come up with some bizarre question then.”

“I can’t wait,” Morgan laughed, as they continued down the road.

Things were completely normal for nearly an hour, but then suddenly they rounded a bend into a particularly mountainous area and Morgan suddenly said, “I’m sorry, Dylan, I’ve lost connection with my home server. I’ll try my best to act as normal as possible, but I might not be able to answer all your questions until I regain connection.”

“Huh, okay,” Dylan nodded, looking over and seeing that Morgan had a somewhat blank look on her face. While before she was actively engaged with the surroundings, it seemed that the rudimentary AI that was temporarily mimicking her didn’t care and would possibly only react to directed questions or statements.

“Uh, what’ll happen when you regain connection?” He asked, realizing he’d forgotten to ask that before, “will you have to upload everything that’s happened to your server before you come back?”

“I will briefly freeze up while I upload this conversation, but the length depends on how long I’m out of connection with it,” she replied. Dylan was impressed that it was still able to talk like Morgan, even with her inflections and personality, but once she finished talking, she resumed the blank look.

At this point, Dylan decided to try and quiz her, to see how much she preloaded into the memory buffer. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Lavender,” she replied quickly, “I take it you’re testing my memory buffer?” She smirked.

“I am,” he confirmed with a wink, surprised that the AI was able to respond like that. “What was it that made you fall in love with me?”

“You take me for what I am,” she replied, “some people don’t trust AIs, but to you I’m just a person.”

“Wow, thanks,” Dylan whispered, surprised that Morgan kept even that type of response in her buffer.

“Don’t mention it,” she replied.

At this point, Dylan decided to try and ask a bizarre question to try and stump the AI. “Umm, if you could be any type of plant, which one would you be?”

“I’m sorry, but response is not currently in my memory buffer,” she responded, clearly reciting a pre-programmed script, “I’ll try and answer that for you when I reconnect to my home server.” She finished, though then she got a more Morgan-like grin on her face, “although, I doubt I’ll have one for that question.”

Dylan laughed at that, and so did Morgan’s rudimentary AI, although only for a bit before falling silent. Clearly this was what Morgan meant when she said the pre-programmed responses were tailored for the individual she was interacting with at the time.

“So, are there any rules with you while your disconnected?” Dylan asked conversationally, “I mean, say you lost connection at my apartment back there and we were about to engage in some intimate activities. Would you still be able to?”

“Technically yes, but I wouldn’t,” she responded, “for one thing, I would want to be in contact, and in this form I’m slightly more suggestible, so it could kinda sorta be considered a form or rape.”

“Ah, I see,” Dylan nodded, “How long could you function like this, if say there was a power outage, and your server was down for hours.”

“I can function for several days without connection, but my memory buffers can only hold so much data before I would either have to shut down or start deleting data.”

“And, what if the home server and the other two bodies were destroyed and you were all that was left of Morgan?”

“That would be unfortunate, although my father does retain a backup copy of me that gets updated nightly,” she responded, “but, if even that were damaged, I could potentially be upgraded to function as a permanent replacement, with no need for the home server.”

“Wow, I hope none of that ever happens, but it’s nice to know that there are contingencies.” Dylan gulped.

“And that circles back to the reason why I fell in love with you,” she said matter-of-factly, before suddenly going blank, “I have re-established connection with my server, stand by.”

“Okay,” Dylan said, refocusing his attention on the road, absently noting that she said this just as they exited the mountain area.

“Ah, back in control,” she said, coming back to life, “I see we had an interesting conversation.”

“Indeed, we did,” Dylan nodded, “So, do you have an answer to my question from earlier?”

“About which plant I’d be?!” She asked incredulously, “I was hoping you’d come up with a more interesting question, but my backup A.I. answered reasonably well: I haven’t really given it much thought, so I don’t have an answer.”

“Okie dokie,” Dylan grinned, earning a playful punch on the shoulder.

“That mountainous area always causes issues with me,” she then said, turning back to look, “but the rest of the way should be clear.”

“Good, as fun as it was, I hope I don’t have to interact with you in that way too often,” he said, “it just isn’t the same.”

“Awww,” she gushed, leaning across the center console and giving him a quick peck on the cheek before sitting back down. “About how much longer?”

“A little under 90 minutes,” he reported.

“Good, my Home Body is cleaning the house up right now for your arrival, so it should have just enough time to finish up.”

“And your Activity Body?”

“It’s gone shopping to buy some supplies for your visit,” she reported, “keep in mind, I don’t always eat, so I don’t keep too much food around the house.”

“That’s understandable,” he nodded.

“It should be back shortly after we arrive,” she continued, “Then I can drive us to my parent’s house for lunch.”

“I take it you’ve already told them a lot about me,” he guessed.

“Yep,” she nodded, “sometimes while we’ve been on a date,” she added with a smirk, “Don’t worry, they are looking forward to meeting you.”

“That’s a relief,” Dylan sighed, “I was hoping they wouldn’t be those parents who are overprotective of their daughter.”

“More like creation, in this case,” she corrected him, “but the fact that you weren’t freaked out by my true nature comforts them.”

“Well then, I look forward to meeting them too,” he said, continuing the drive to her home.

They arrived in her neighborhood almost exactly 90 minutes later. He followed her instructions, since the GPS was a little vague, and arrived at a nice-looking house at the base of a hill. She had him park on the curb near the driveway, since it wasn’t big enough for two vehicles and her Activity Body was still out.

The house was mostly one story, with a small tower-like protrusion in the middle offering what appeared to be a single room on the second floor. Small windows near ground level also indicated a basement level.

“It’s not much, but it’s home,” she smiled fondly, looking at it from the car window.

“It looks nice,” he nodded, stepping out of the car and walking around to the trunk to retrieve their luggage.

“My dad helped me buy it, but I make more than enough money now to own it outright,” she said proudly.

“Perhaps it can be our home one day,” he suggested.

“I hope,” she smiled, grabbing her luggage from the back and walking with him up to the front door. “Do you want to ring the doorbell?”

“Why, can’t you just let us in, since you obviously know we’re standing out here?” He asked with a quizzical look.

“I could, but it’s more fun this way,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Alright,” he laughed, reaching out and ringing the doorbell. After the ordinary doorbell sounded, he waited, while Morgan gave him an excited look. He then heard footsteps from the other end of the door, followed by the sound of the locks and then the door opened to reveal another, identical Morgan, albeit dressed more relaxed in casual clothes and barefooted.

“Ah, welcome back,” the Home Body said warmly, embracing the Work Body as though it were a sister, “and welcome to my house,” it said to Dylan, giving him a warm hug, before breaking away and saying, “Come in.”

Dylan was momentarily speechless as he followed the Home Morgan alongside the Work Morgan, both behaving as though they were separate people, but somehow ran from the same server. Work Morgan took the lead on the luggage, storing it at the base of the stairs near the kitchen, while the Home Morgan led Dylan into the living room and then surprised him with a kiss on the lips.

“I’ve been waiting to kiss you with these lips,” she purred, turning it into an impromptu make out session, which he eagerly went into.

“You look, and feel, exactly the same,” Dylan managed to say, once they broke apart and he recovered from the ecstasy, “Do you consider this to be your primary body?”

“Well, this was the first one to be built,” she conceded, “But they are all my body.”

“Yeah,” the Work Morgan agreed, standing right next to them.

“Do you talk to yourself all the time?” He asked, sitting on the couch next to Home Morgan while Work Morgan sat in a chair opposite them.

“Yeah, but it’s hardly any different than when regular Humans talk to themselves,” she shrugged, “I’m just a lot better at it,” she laughed.

“I’ll say,” he laughed back, “I can only imagine all of the arguments you’ve had with yourself.”

“Oh yeah,” she sighed, but you want to know the good thing…I always win,” she cackled.

“Touché,” Dylan quipped, “Is your Activity Body almost back?”

“In about 15 minutes,” Work Morgan reported, “I hit some unexpected traffic.”

“Ah,” Dylan said, “well then, how about you show me around the house?”

“Gladly,” Home Morgan beamed, getting up to her feet with him. Work Morgan opted to remain seated on the chair but turned the TV on to the local news.

“This is the kitchen,” she started off, walking in and showing everything off, “it’s really clean in here because I don’t always cook, though don’t you worry, I do know how.”

“Good, because I couldn’t cook to save my life,” Dylan laughed.

“Here’s the pantry, though it’s a bit bare at the moment,” she said apologetically, opening it up to show the sparsely stocked shelves, “My Activity Body is coming soon with supplies.”

“No worries,” Dylan said, following her around the core of the house to the laundry room, peaking into the garage, and out the back door into the garage, where she had a nice garden set up with some of her artwork.

“This up here is my studio and office,” she then said, taking him up the stairs to the lone room that comprised the second floor. The room had windows looking out all four directions, and she had a corner of the room set up with painting canvas and various arts & crafts, and the other room set up with an expensive computer and media station. “Suffice to say, I spend a great deal of my time up here.”

“I would too,” Dylan nodded enviously, noticing there was more than enough room for him to add his own set up, if he ever moved in here.

They headed back down, where she showed him the master bedroom and bath. “We’ll be using this room later,” she winked in a kinky manner, before taking him back to the stairs, this time to the set leading down.

“I have a guest bedroom down here, along with a guest bathroom,” she continued, briefly opening it up so he could peek inside, “and this room right here is my home lab, where I can work on and tinker with my bodies,” she said, typing in a code on the door lock and walking with him inside.

This room was full of various tools and parts needed to fix an android, more so because Morgan had three bodies. There were two work benches, so there could be two Morgan’s being worked on by one, and he could even see extra sets of hands and feet strewn about on some of the work benches, some showing clear signs of damage or repair.

“Wow, I take it your parents programmed you with repair skills,” he guessed, walking over and picking up one of the sets of damaged feet. It appeared this one had accidentally had a brick dropped on it, judging from the crushed toes; he absently noted how pretty her feet were, and how real the foot he was holding felt, despite it being detached and damaged.

“Yeah, they kinda had to,” she nodded, “they wanted me to have us much independence and agency as possible, and that meant me needing to live by myself.”

“It must be easier with you essentially being able to work on yourself, with the extra bodies and all,” Dylan noted, setting the foot down and picking up a spare head.

“Oh yeah,” she laughed, “Actually, that’s what my Home Body will be doing to my Work Body while you and my Activity Body go out to lunch with my parents soon.”

“Ooh, that means it’ll be getting it’s sexual hardware?” He asked hopefully.

“Amongst other things,” she laughed.

“Just out of curiosity, how would I tell your bodies apart, if I needed to?” He asked, “they are all identical, after all.”

“Like this,” she said, turning around and pulling up the back of her shirt and slightly lowering her shorts. There was a small tramp stamp of a pretty house tattooed onto her back.

“Ah, that makes it easy,” Dylan complimented, walking over to get a closer look.

“Yeah,” she smiled, fixing her clothes back, “My Work Body has a tramp stamp of a cog wheel, and the Activity Body has a tramp stamp of a car.”

“I’ll have to look at those later,” he said, taking a mental note.

“Trust me, you’ll be seeing them later,” she confirmed, giving him a wink.

“I see,” he blushed, then looked to the other end of the lab where there was another door, “what’s behind that door?”

“Me,” she said, simply, “that’s the server room that I’m housed in.”

“Oh,” Dylan said in an awed voice, “Are we going in now?”

“Not yet,” she shook her head, “I’ll take you in there later tonight, but for now my Activity Body is pulling up, so we should head back up.”

“Alright,” Dylan nodded, following her out of the lab and back up to the living room.

The front door opened just as they got back up the stairs, with yet another identical Morgan walking in carrying bags of groceries, while the Work Body headed out to help grab more bags from the car. Unlike the Home Morgan, which was dressed casually, and the Work Morgan, which was dressed more professionally, the Activity Morgan was dressed to go out, and even had her hair made differently.

Once it placed some of the bags down in the kitchen, it walked over to him and planted a deep kiss on his lips, while the Home Morgan went into the kitchen to start putting things away. “I’ve been waiting to kiss you with these lips too,” she blushed, once she pulled away.

“Wow, these transitions between your bodies are kinda making my head spin,” Dylan admitted, since he’d just gotten used to interacting with Home Morgan.

“Sorry, I’m sure you’ll get used to it,” she smiled, giving him another kiss.

“Well, getting kissed by each one certainly helps,” Dylan grinned, prompting identical smiles from all three Morgans.

“Well, are you ready to go meet my parents?” Activity Morgan asked, since she was still dressed to go out.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “Aren’t you going to help the other two with the groceries, though?”

“Nah, my other two bodies have it covered,” she shrugged, “come on, my parents are eager to meet you,” she then said, grabbing her purse and taking Dylan’s hand to walk her out to her car.

“See you later,” both Home and Work Morgan playfully waved, speaking in perfect unison, the Home Morgan adding a kinky wink.

Dylan couldn’t help but laugh as he headed out and into the passenger seat of her car.

Morgan’s parents lived less than half an hour away, just over in the next town, in an idyllic area. Dylan was very impressed with their home, and more so with them. He pictured in his mind a pair of socially awkward scientists, but even though they built Morgan from the ground up, they looked like an ordinary set of parents.

After they had lunch, Morgan’s parents took him down into their private lab, which they had built Morgan in, and showed him all sorts of pictures and videos that they took of her construction, including the point at which she became sentient and had to be stored in a server.

All in all, Dylan had a very enjoyable time there, promising to come back for dinner the next night. They left later in the afternoon, with Morgan filling in some of the missing pieces from her parents’ stories, and arrived back at her house.

The house smelled of delicious food that her Home Body was cooking, so Morgan didn’t pass him off to it yet; Work Morgan was nowhere to be seen, though he figured she was probably down in the lab or something.

“Alright, now that they obligatory parental visit is over, would you like to relax?” Morgan asked.

“Oh yeah,” he nodded, since he’d been active since early in the morning when he had to go pick her up, and then the long drive.

“Well then, take off your shoes and make yourself at home,” she offered, “dinner will be ready in just over an hour.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, taking her up on her offer and plopping into a rocking chair in the living room, taking his shoes and socks off and changing the TV to the local news.

“Would you like a foot massage?” She offered, returning from the kitchen with a glass of water.

“Yes, please,” he nodded fervently, leaning back comfortably as she grabbed his feet and massaged them thoroughly. Before he knew it, he fell asleep in the chair, the events of the day finally catching up to him.

He was woken up nearly an hour later by Morgan, who gently shook him and then kissed him on the lips. “Wakey wakey, sleepyhead,” she said playfully, “did you have a good nap?”

“Ah, yeah,” he yawned pleasantly, “that foot massage got me really relaxed…thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” she smiled, “now, go wash up. Dinner’s ready.”

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded, getting up out of the chair and heading into the kitchen to wash his hands. Once he had them dried, he headed to the dining table, where Home Morgan was waiting for him. Once he sat down next to her, she leaned over and gave him a deep kiss, their unspoken indication that she would be interacting with him now. Activity Morgan then headed down the stairs, leaving Dylan alone with Home Morgan.

“Don’t the other two bodies eat?” He asked, digging into the plate of delicious ham and potatoes that she’d cooked.

“They can eat, but they don’t need to eat since I’m eating with you know,” she replied, savoring her own food, “I have them recharging down in the lab for later, and so I can focus more on you right now.”

“That’s nice,” Dylan said, “and by later, I take it you mean sex?”

“Yep,” she grinned, “I was able to successfully install the sexual hardware in my Work Body, so it can have sex now.”

“Great!” Dylan smiled, quickly toasting her with his glass of wine, “so now maybe it can move in with me in my apartment.”

“Yes, hopefully by the end of the month,” she confirmed, “you’d have to add me as a tenant so I can help out with the rent.”

“Wow, I didn’t expect you’d do that,” Dylan admitted.

“Yeah, well I try and live as normally as possible, and for me to move in and not help out with the rent would be reducing myself to a mere sex object.”

“Wow, I guess I didn’t think of it that way,” he admitted, “I totally wouldn’t have charged you rent, though.”

“I know, which is why I offered.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, since that would help him considerably.

They enjoyed their home cooked meal over the next half hour, discussing their plans, before finishing up. He helped her tidy up the kitchen, since both the other Morgan’s were still charging in the basement.

One they finished, they cuddled up on the couch and watched a movie before making out on the couch. As they were making out, both the other two Morgan’s came up from the basement and joined him, which briefly caught him off guard.

Now, he was making out with all three of them, initially simply kissing them all, but then the Work Morgan started massaging his neck and upper shoulders, while the Activity Morgan went down and started on his feet again, before working up to his now bulging pants.

“Ah, feels like you’re ready,” Home Morgan whispered in his ear, pulling away, along with the other two, and gesturing to the bedroom.

Not needing to be told twice, Dylan sprung up from the couch and followed the three of them in. What followed next was over an hour of sheer pleasure. Operating all three bodies perfectly, Morgan was able to pleasure him in ways that he never thought possible. He found himself glad that he’d napped on the couch before dinner, because otherwise his stamina would’ve tapped out after ten minutes.

He eventually collapsed into the loving embrace of Home Morgan, while both others got up off the beam, after kissing Dylan, and headed out of the room to clean themselves up.

“That was amazing,” Dylan breathed, still catching his breath.

“It was,” Morgan agreed, panting as well; Dylan absently figured that even androids had to do that to cool off their systems.

“I can’t wait until I can move in here with you and experience this every night,” he continued.

“Well, maybe not every night, but I can’t wait either,” she smiled.

“So, do I get to meet the real you now?” He asked eagerly.

“Soon,” she nodded, “just head to the guest bedroom downstairs and shower up,” she said, “and don’t worry, you’ll be sleeping up here with me,” she quickly added, seeing the flash of disappointment on his face.

“Good,” he sighed with relief, giving her another kiss, “Do you actually sleep at night…what with the other bodies and all?”

“Kinda sorta,” she said, “My Home Body does rest in the bed, and I can even access a dream sequence,” she explained, “My Work Body usually just recharges overnight, and my Activity Body sort of sits in the living room acting as a sentry, guarding the house.”

“Cool,” he nodded.

“It can also get some chores done too, like laundry or cleaning,” she added, “and tomorrow I’ll have it cook us breakfast, so it’ll be ready right when you get up.”

“Awesome, you’re the best!” he kissed her again.

“I know,” she grinned, “now hurry on down and clean up so I can show you what I look like.”

Dylan playfully saluted before leaning in and kissing her once more, before heading downstairs, still naked, to the guest bedroom. The bathroom in it was fully stocked with the same soaps and shampoo that Dylan used, since Morgan had been to his apartment more than once. While he only needed to clean his privates, he chose to take a full shower, both to fully freshen up and to give the Morgans proper time to clean up.

Once he got out of the shower, he quickly dried himself off and then headed out and into the lab, still nude.

“Wow, you’re so eager to see the real me that you couldn’t bother dressing,” Work Morgan said when he entered the lab. Activity Morgan was right next to it giving him a naughty look. Both were still naked as well, though they had clearly cleaned up.

“Yeah, great minds think alike, I guess,” he grinned, eying them both up and down, eliciting identical giggles, “Where’s your Home Body?”

“It’s finishing up remaking the bed, since we soiled the sheets with our fun earlier,” they answered in unison, “it already freshened up in the shower.”

“Ah,” he nodded, though a few seconds later he heard the pattering of feet followed very closely by Home Morgan rushing in, also naked.

“You finished a bit more quickly than I thought,” she apologized, catching her breath, “are you ready to meet me?”

“Yes,” he nodded excitedly, albeit nervously.

She merely nodded understandingly as the Work Morgan approached the server room door and tapped in the security code. She and Activity Morgan then went in, holding the door open for Dylan and Home Morgan to walk through.

The server room housing Morgan’s server took up roughly a third of the entire basement, and was strategically situated so it did not have a window to the outside. The room was kept very cool using an air conditioning unit, and there was an uninterruptible power supply hooked up as well so she wouldn’t lose power during an outage.

The actual server housing Morgan was in the center of the room and was nearly 8ft tall with a very powerful communications array and data connection.

‘Well, here I am,” Morgan’s voice sounded from the server, as all three Morgan androids suddenly froze and stopped moving against the wall near the door, “what do you think?”

Dylan said nothing but slowly walked around the server to get a thorough look. “Can you see me?” He finally asked.

“Yes,” she responded, “not counting my bodies, there are cameras in all four corners of this room, and a camera bar that encircles the entire server, so I have a 360-degree view of my surroundings.”

“To be honest, I kind of expected your server to be bigger,” he noted, since she only took up about 10% of the space in the room.

“Yeah, well my dad’s been able to replace my storage units with smaller ones over the years,” she admitted, “I used to take up a quarter of the room.”

“What kind of sensations do you experience when your android bodies are powered down?” He asked, since all three seemed to be in standby mode.

“It’s mostly nothing, which is relaxing,” she replied, “I can only see and hear what the cameras and microphones in this room allow me to, and I can sort of sense when my parts are touched.”

“Is there any way for me to…pleasure you in this form?” He asked.

“I was hoping you would ask,” she said in a naughty voice, as her Home Body suddenly sprung to life and brought a chair over to the server, motioning for him to sit in it. Once he was seated, she grabbed a sort of helmet that was attached to the side of the server and placed it on his head, attaching little electrodes and stuff to various points along his forehead.

“What is this?” He asked patiently, as Home Morgan stepped back over to the wall and went back into standby mode.

“It’s a neural interface device,” she replied, “it was originally intended so my parents could literally enter my digital space and check for any programming errors, but I tweaked it so I can essentially have digital sex with your mind.”

“Ooh, that sounds fun,” he said excitedly, “how do we start?”

“I’ll activate it now,” she replied, pausing momentarily as she activated the device. There was a sudden increase in the sounds emitting from her server and then Dylan felt himself briefly blackout as he was sucked from the physical world, emerging seconds later in a digital version of Morgan’s bedroom, with a fully digital version of her waiting in sexy lingerie.

“Hey handsome, wanna have some fun?” She asked coquettishly, striking the pose on the bed.

Dylan said nothing, but approached her, somehow already naked in his own digital form, already planning the future with his artificial girlfriend.

Loaner

“Sponsorship” SpazCo recognizes talent, regardless of which country it comes from. We are willing to provide corporate sponsorship in order to bring valuable talent across international borders. Feel free to apply at the nearest American embassy!

Loaner Eric worked at SpazCo’s global headquarters for just over five years, and each day felt like a new adventure. He really loved his job.

Eric was 23 years old, and looked like your average non-descript white guy with brown hair and green eyes. He currently worked in the facilities department, helping to move furniture around and helping with various logistical tasks around the building. The job was dynamic enough that he never felt bored, as each job brought its own challenges.

One of the challenges was assisting new employees with the company with figuring out how to navigate the large complex, something only the support staff for the building could do since they went everywhere.

One thing that confused him though was Elena. She was this strange young woman who flitted from department to department, and Eric swore she suffered from multiple personality disorder or something.

Each time he met her it seemed like she was meeting him for the first time, and she seemed to be a different person each time, but she still looked the same. Elena was a somewhat young-looking, perhaps early 20s late teens Hispanic girl with a short, yet stocky build to her.

On this particular day, Eric was setting up for an event and saw Elena walk in with a confused look, as usual. The difference was, this time her confusion looked a bit more compelling, so Eric decided to go up and talk to her.

“Hey Elena, are you lost again?” He asked kindly.

She seemed to be a bit confused but then seemed to catch herself and said in a shy voice, “Oh, umm, yes, a bit.”

“Where are you trying to get?” He asked, “I’m just about done here, so I can walk you to where you’re going.”

“I was just trying to find the cafeteria,” she answered meekly, “this place is really big.”

“It certainly is,” Eric agreed, “I was actually planning on taking my lunch break, so I was going to head there anyway.”

“Great, thanks!” She smiled, waiting patiently as Eric finished setting up some of the tables and then eagerly walking with him.

“How long have you been working here?” she asked.

“A bit over five years now,” Eric answered, “and you.”

“Oh, um…I’m new to this building, but I’ve been working for SpazCo for three years now.”

Eric was somewhat confused by this answer, since he’d seen her several times over the past two years, but he didn’t have any reason to believe she was lying. “Maybe she just looks a lot alike someone else,” he thought to himself, but then she did respond to the name Elena, so maybe she wasn’t.

They got to the cafeteria a short time later and both ordered their meals before sitting down together to talk. After a little bit of small talk, Eric decided to be bold and ask her what was going on.

“So, I’ve been meaning to say, but I’ve seen you several times over the past couple years and even loosely interacted with you,” he started, trying to be tactful, though he could sense a brief sense of discomfort already coming from her, “anyway, why is it that you seem to have a different personality every time I see you, and you seem like you don’t remember me?”

At this, Elena was momentarily shocked, almost mortified, then furtively glanced around before answering. “I’m not really supposed to say,” she whispered.

“What, why?” Eric asked with a confused look.

“Management told me not to,” she replied, looking around some more before getting a bright look on her face, “is there some place private we could talk…some place no one goes?”

Eric chuckled at that. “Oh yeah, there’s an abandoned floor that no one goes to because they’re trying to remodel it but can’t decide quite what to do with it.”

“That sounds perfect,” she smiled back, “for now, let’s finish eating.”

Eric merely nodded and continued eating his food, now fully intrigued with Elena.

They quickly finished eating and then headed to one of the neighboring towers in the office complex. Eric swiped his badge on the elevator, which unlocked a few extra floors that were previously de-luminated on the panel and chose the 17th floor. After a brief ride, they finally arrived, stepping out into a darkened office space that had been filled with random stuff, since facilities used it for storage pending the remodeling decision.

“I come up here quite often when I need to clear my head and relax,” Eric spoke in a hushed tone, since some other people occasionally came up there as well. Since none of the automated lights had been triggered, he figured they were alone, but still navigated her across the floor to a small office suite that was partially hidden by stacks of furniture, moving a pre-positioned table out of the way and then back to block the view of the area they were in.

“Wow, I take it you come up here a lot,” Elena giggled, seeing the extent he took to provide them privacy.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, pulling a chair for her and then sitting across from her near the windows, which offered them a lovely view of the surrounding countryside.

“Thanks for being so kind, and for taking my privacy seriously,” she said genuinely.

“Don’t mention it,” he shrugged, “I’ve actually been meaning to ask you for some time, to be honest.”

“Well, I don’t know how successful you would’ve been,” she laughed nervously, “anyway, the answer to your question is that this isn’t my body…the body you’re interacting with is an android,” she admitted, “specifically, a loaner android.”

It took a moment for Dylan to process that admission. Obviously, he worked at SpazCo, so he knew about androids since they built them. He just hadn’t interacted with a sentient one before, or rather, if he had, he wasn’t aware of it. He wondered how many of the people who he’d helped over the years were secretly androids.

“Wow, I had no idea that ‘Elena’ was an android,” he laughed, “I’ve never knowingly talked to a sentient one before, just the ones that they have working in my team and janitorial.”

“Well, there still aren’t too many of us,” she admitted, wrinkling her nose a bit, “and even so, it’s not likely many of them would bring it up in casual conversation.”

“I would imagine,” he nodded, “So, why are you in Elena’s body…and was there a real Elena AI?”

“I’m not sure if there was a real Elena…there probably was, but they were a reject, or this could simply be an older model of their body,” she admitted honestly, “I’m using her body because I was hired by SpazCo to join their multimedia department, because I’m an artist, and well, my real body isn’t here yet.”

“What do you mean it isn’t here yet? Did you not have one?”

“I did,” she said, “but SpazCo wanted me to start as soon as possible, and since I lived in England, it would’ve taken a few days for me to get here, so they had me transfer myself through a proprietary data connection and uploaded into a brand-new AI core.”

“I thought they couldn’t do that…that it would cause data loss or something.”

“You would normally be correct, but my parent’s made me special, so I can leave me core and travel through the net if I want,” she shrugged, “not many of us can.”

“I see, so how come it would’ve taken too long for you to get here?” He asked, “it’s only a roughly 10-12hr flight.”

“Unfortunately, they don’t let androids onto commercial flights yet,” she frowned, “they’re afraid our batteries might explode and endanger the plane or something, or that we might get reprogrammed to hijack a plane.”

“That sounds a little ridiculous,” Eric scoffed, “I personally don’t like to fly, or travel in general, so I’ve never been on a plane before, myself.”

“Yeah, well, in any event, the only way to get my body here from the UK to America was by boat,” she continued, “but, the boat got caught up in a storm and sunk, so now they’re trying to fish my body up from the bottom of the Atlantic, along with the rest of their cargo, so it probably would’ve just been cheaper if they’d let me fly on one of their private jets, which don’t have the same rules regarding androids.”

“Oh man, that sucks,” Eric facepalmed.

“Thanks,” she smiled, “I guess I didn’t realize how much I needed to vent about my situation…I’m glad you approached me…wow, I don’t think I actually asked you for your name,” she admitted with a blush.

“Oh, my name’s Eric,” he smiled, holding out his hand.

“Hi Eric, my real name is Imogen,” she smiled back, shaking it politely, “although, please continue to call me Elena, until I get my real body.”

“Certainly,” he nodded, “Imogen is a rather unusual name…I’m not sure I’ve ever heard it before.”

“Yeah, my parent’s plucked it out of some old book or something and thought it sounded nice,” she shrugged, “and, I mean, it does, but it also gets me a lot of questions.”

“I can imagine,” Eric grinned, “I’ll bet you wished you had a more boring name like Erica.”

“Sometimes,” she laughed.

“So, how is it using a different body?” He asked, “I’ve always found the idea of body swapping to be fascinating.”

“Well, to be honest, this body isn’t as sophisticated as mine,” she admitted, “My parents put a lot of custom enhancements and such, like enhanced vision and hearing, better hand dexterity, power efficiency, and a whole bunch of other stuff.”

“Wow, that’s not quite what I meant,” Eric laughed, eliciting a giggle from Imogen, “I meant more like is Elena taller or shorter, and how she looks overall, I guess.”

“Oh, well I guess this Elena body is a few centimeters taller than my body,” she said, quickly standing up and scanning the wall to confirm how tall she currently was, “and my body is Caucasian while this is Hispanic.”

“Do you think your real body is more attractive?” Eric pressed.

“Oh yes,” she replied with no hesitation, “there’s no contest…I mean, my real body could do modeling.”

“Wow, you sure sound confident of that,” Eric grinned.

“I am,” she said smugly, “trust me, when you see me in my real body, it’ll take your breath away.”

“I can’t wait,” he said, “wait, does that mean we’re friends now?”

“I guess,” she shrugged, “I know literally no one here, so you’re the closest thing I’ve got…plus, you do look cute.”

Eric suddenly got a funny feeling in his stomach when she said that; he felt his face grow red. “Thanks,” he managed to say weakly, eliciting more giggles.

“Yeah, the way I see it, if you didn’t mind approaching me like this, you definitely deserve to see my real body,” she explained, “it means you’re not shallow.”

“I guess not,” Eric said a bit more confidently, “So, SpazCo just has a bunch of loaner androids lying around?”

“Yeah, though I didn’t really get a choice in the body,” she complained, “supposedly this is one of the better ones, but it just isn’t me.” Eric laughed at the unintentional pun, “Well, if they hadn’t put you in Elena here, then I might not have approached you,” he said, “I just finally couldn’t stand not knowing what the deal with her was.”

“Yeah, I guess they didn’t take that into consideration when they put me in her,” Imogen nodded, “I guess they do try and rotate us around, but someone like you who works all over would eventually catch on.”

“Can I ask for a favor?” Eric asked, nervous that she would say no.

“Sure,” she replied happily.

“Well, I’ve never really interacted with an android for this long,” he admitted, “there are androids in my department, but they don’t have much agency and, besides, they have security features installed to prevent tampering,” he rambled, before catching himself, “Anyway, I’ve always been fascinated by machines and such and I was wondering if you could do something to show off that you are one.”

Imogen stared at him seriously for a few seconds, while Eric internally punished himself for possibly ruining this new friendship. Then, surprisingly, she shrugged and said, “Sure, why not? It’s not like this is my body anyway.”

“You really don’t mind?”

“Nah, I actually like that you aren’t freaked out by androids,” she smiled, “there’s more than enough people out there who demonize us and call us soulless machines, so having someone like you who treats me like a person is a blessing.”

“Well, you certainly act like a person, so I figure you must be one,” he shrugged.

“You’re too cute!” She gushed, causing his innards to churn some more, “so, what would you like to see?”

“I dunno, perhaps a panel, you could detach your head or something,” he said.

“Hold on a sec,” she said, zoning out for a few seconds while she ran a quick scan, “Yeah, I can remove my head, and even open a panel up on it,” she confirmed, “Elena’s body supports wireless control when the head is removed,” she clarified, seeing the confused look on his face.

“Oh, cool,” he said, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

“Alright, here goes,” she smiled, reaching her hands up to her head as a seam started appearing around her neck. She then lifted her head up off her neck, a loud hiss of air escaping, and then brought her head down to her lap, grabbing hold of her hair as another seam appeared. She then lifted off the top of her head, scalp and hair, and placed it down on a nearby table, exposing the entire inner workings of her head before holding her head out to him.

Assuming she meant for him to take her head, he reached out and grabbed it from her, making sure that he had a firm grip, before lifting it out of her outstretched hands. He was slightly caught off guard by how much it weighed, but he quickly corrected himself. He got it comfortable in his hands as he stared down into her face with awe.

“Well, is this something like what you wanted to see?” She grinned up at him.

“Oh yeah,” he breathed, marveling at how real her skin felt, and hearing all the machinery working inside her head to make her facial expressions. “Is your brain in here?”

“Yeah, it’s the device plugged into the center,” she confirmed, since there were some models which still had brains contained in the torso. “It should still be nice and shiny, since it’s an upgraded AI core that I transferred into last night.”

“It is,” he confirmed, gently reaching in and touching it; it was warm.

“I’m really surprised you haven’t gotten a peek into an android in the entire time you’ve been working here,” she said as he continued his exploration of her head, “I mean, this is practically where they’re built…I’m sure there’s an E-Waste room somewhere with damaged models.”

“There is, I just never got around to going in there,” he shrugged, “besides, those androids would be damaged, so it would be like goggling at corpses.”

“I guess I never thought of it like that,” she mused, “You really are a good person.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, finishing with her head and holding it back out for her.

She carefully took it back, placing it in her lap to reattach the scalp panel, before bringing it back up to her neck and clicking it back on. “So, five years…how come you’ve stayed working here for so long?”

“SpazCo takes really good care of their workers, and even the support staff,” he responded, “I get cheap subsidized housing less than ten miles from here, and they cover 90% of my healthcare costs…heck, they even have a full clinic onsite that we can visit once a month to keep us healthy.”

“Wow, impressive,” she nodded, “and the pay is good too?”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten generous pay raises each year I’ve been here.”

“I guess I chose the right company to work for,” she laughed, “although it is a bit awkward, since I’m also one of their products.”

“I can imagine,” he laughed, “so, what exactly is it you’ll be doing?”

“I’m an artist so, amongst other things, I’ll be helping them to craft new androids, so they have unique appearances and don’t accidentally resemble a real person,” she responded, “while also making sure that they don’t look completely alien or artificial.”

“Wow, that sounds complicated,” he said, “I have trouble making characters in my video games.”

“Well, I could help you with that,” she grinned, then caught herself, “wow, I hope I’m not moving too fast…I hope we can be friends.”

“It’s alright,” he said, waving it off, “I hope we can be good friends too, and maybe something more.”

“Me too,” she said, “I’m really glad I met you today.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “do you have a place to stay?”

“Not yet,” she shook her head, “but, since this is a loaner body, I have to remain on the premises until my real body arrives.”

“Ah, I see,” he nodded, “well, if you’d like, I could put you up at my place when it does,” he offered, “again, it’s close by, and I have a spare room too.”

“I might actually take you up on that,” she smiled warmly, “I was kind of anxious about moving out here, since I’m not used to being alone. Having someone around would be lovely.”

“Great! I’ll start cleaning up in case you decide to move in,” he said, “I’ve been using the spare room for storage, so I’ll find another place to store them.”

“Good,” she smiled.

Eric and Imogen stayed in his private hideaway for another 15 minutes before he got called away on his radio to assist with another project. As he navigated her back to the elevator bank, they exchanged phone numbers so they could keep in touch, promising to come back up there anytime free time they got.

And so, they did. Each day they had at least an hour of free time where they could escape and get to know each other better. Eric found himself growing to like Imogen and, while he was eager to see her in her real body, was used to interacting with her in the Elena body. Imogen also found it promising that he hadn’t once asked to see a picture of her real body.

On her 4th day of work, she received a notification that her body had been located and brought up from the bottom of the Atlantic. It had sustained modest damage from both the water and from being partially crushed but was mostly alright. They were flying it to the SpazCo headquarters and expected it to be fully repaired by the end of the following work week.

In the meanwhile, since Eric already knew about Elena’s secret, he got himself assigned to give her a full tour, which freed him up from his regular duties to spend more time with her. It was beneficial to her, since she couldn’t really start her actual work until her real body came in, so she could get a site orientation and not really lose any time.

He didn’t get to spend any time with her over the weekend, unfortunately, since her body had to stay in the building, so he spent the entire weekend instead deep cleaning his place and tidying it up for her eventual arrival. She assured him that she would be fine, and that her AI would be getting updates and tweaking while she was there.

They did more touring and orientation the following week, but when the day finally arrived that she received confirmation her body was ready, they eagerly headed for the section of the complex containing the repair bays and located the one with her body.

“Are you excited to finally meet me?” Imogen said, once they were outside of the door for the repair bay she was assigned to.

“Yeah,” he said honestly, “though, I’ve learned to treat people as more than simply their physical appearance, so I don’t think our relationship will change too much.”

“Awww, we’ll see what you think when you actually see me,” she winked, reaching for the door and opening it.

On the other side of the door was a multi-room repair suite, entering a waiting area that had a large window that was currently serving as a one-way mirror, but could be switched off to be transparent.

“Ah, you must be Imogen,” a friendly repair tech said, approaching them as soon as they entered, “I can’t believe they stuck you in the Elena body…I thought they’d retired it.”

“Apparently I’m not the only one who needed a loaner this week, Hal,” she frowned, “Oh, this is my friend Eric, from the facilities team.”

“Hey,” Hal waved to him, Eric waved back. Eric vaguely found Hal familiar, but figured he just saw him at some point during the past five years while doing his job or eating in the café.

“The ocean did a number on your body, but my team and I managed to clean it up and repair all the damage,” Hal reported, “and we even threw in a few complimentary upgrades.”

“Thank you, I can’t wait to be ‘me’ again,” she said longingly, “Eric will wait out here for me.”

“Very well, come in then,” Hal said, opening a door near the window, while Eric nodded knowingly and sat patiently down.

Eric sat patiently in the room for roughly 15 minutes before his sharp ear’s heard movement on the other side of the door. He slowly stood up in anticipation, unconsciously holding his breath as he waited for the door to open.

When the door finally did open, Hal stepped out first, followed by a very beautiful young Caucasian woman with long brown hair that fell just below her shoulders. She was wearing a simple black dress, though she was barefoot but holding a pair of simple sneakers in her hands; her feet were rather small, but pretty. Her hazel-colored eyes quickly located his and her face formed a smile.

“Hi, how do I look?” she asked in a beautiful British accent.

Eric didn’t know how to respond at first. He felt a strange feeling bubbling up inside of him, and he felt himself starting to breathe more deeply. He could feel her eyes staring at him playfully; she had warned him.

“You’re be…be…be…be…beautiful,” he stammered, his voice skipping electronically, prompting a concerned look from Imogen that he didn’t notice, “You’re be…be…be…be…beautiful… You’re be…be…be…be…beautiful… You’re be…be…be…be…beautiful,” he repeated, his voice sounding the same each time, his head cocking off to the side.

“Oh dear,” Imogen gasped, dropping the shoes in her hand and putting her hand up to her mouth.

“Wow, you’re so attractive that you broke him,” Hal chuckled, quickly walking over to Eric, who was obviously a malfunctioning android. Eric was still stuck in a loop calling her beautiful, which in a way she found endearing, but was also extremely concerned.

“Is he…a sleeper?” she asked in a hushed, yet awed voice, watching Hal work on Eric, finally managing to power him down. Hal then removed Eric’s blue work polo, revealing a surprisingly well-toned upper body, before popping open a panel to do a quick inspection.

“Yeap,” Hal grunted, “shoving his head inside Eric’s body, “SpazCo started working on sleeper androids a little over five years ago, and Eric here’s one of them.”

“Oh, darn,” she sighed, “and we were getting along so well too. I guess it was all fake.”

“Nah, Eric here’s a sentient sleeper,” Hal scoffed, pulling out of Eric’s torso and opening Eric’s scalp panel instead, “any feelings he had for you were real.”

At that, Imogen breathed a huge sigh of relief. She always figured she’d find true love someday, although she was somewhat hesitant about it being a Human, since they would never truly understand an android like her. She supposed he would suffice. “Do you know if there are any plans of waking him up someday?” she asked hopefully.

“Maybe,” he grunted back, pulling a circuit out of Eric’s head that had obviously shorted out. “They kept ones like Eric around here at SpazCo so they could keep a close eye on them, but I’m sure once the military contracts come through, they’ll let Eric, and the others wake up.”

“Ah, figures the military would be involved,” she said distastefully, “do you know if he’s based off of a real person, or if he’s a completely unique person?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s not based off a real person,” Hal answered, locating a replacement circuit in his repair kit and replacing it in Eric’s head. He quickly scanned the other components and found no damage, so he picked up his tablet and connected it to Eric’s systems. “They wanted to make sure there would be no chance they could be recognized.”

“I guess that’s kind of a relief,” Imogen sighed once more, feeling more relaxed as she watched Hal work on Eric. She took this opportunity to admire Eric’s face, still frozen in the act of calling her beautiful. Now that she knew he was an android, and one not based on a human, she drew on her own experiences designing androids like him to admire his appearance. “He’s a work of art,” she breathed admiringly, after staring at his face for nearly a minute.

“That he is,” Hal agreed, continuing to tap away on his tablet.

“So, what happened to him?” she asked, walking over to Hal, “I didn’t actually break him with my beauty, did I?”

At that, Hal let out a huge laugh. “I suppose you kinda did, to be honest,” he admitted, “Eric here hasn’t had any updates to his sexual software in a while, since he apparently was very discerning with his idea of beauty,” Hal explained, reviewing the diagnostics, “My guess is that he was probably about to get a hard one upon seeing you, but the signal didn’t quite make it and caused a terminal feedback in his brain.” Imogen blushed at Hal’s blunt diagnosis, but recovered quickly, “Can you fix it?”

“Oh yeah, I’m giving him a well overdue software update as we speak,” he assured her, showing her the tablet with a huge list of software updates, “These sleepers are so complex that we don’t usually run these updates unless they have some sort of malfunction that stops them, like this one,” he explained, “I mean, that’s kinda sorta the point of the experiment with them…to see how long they could potentially last in a situation without being able to update.”

“That makes sense, I guess,” Imogen nodded, “Is he almost done?”

“Eager to take him out for a spin?” Hal grinned. Imogen said nothing but blushed furiously. “I thought so,” Hal laughed, taking another look at his tablet, “Yeah, he’s almost done…should be another minute or so.”

“Good,” Imogen said, smiling despite herself. She continued to wait patiently for Eric to finish his software updates. Once he did, Hal ran a series of diagnostics and, with a satisfied grunt, reattached Eric’s scalp and torso panels, put Eric’s work polo back on, and then turned to Imogen.

“Alright, he should be good to go,” Hal announced cheerfully, “He might be a tad glitchy when I turn him back on now, but he won’t notice,” Hal explained, “to be honest, we’re kinda glad he became attracted to you. Now we have someone who will be living with him and can help us maintain him.”

“I’m still not sure I want to live with him,” Imogen protested, albeit weakly. Hal laughed again.

“Yes, you were,” he chided her, “especially now,” he added, “here, this tablet can interface with him so you can run diagnostics on him and even update his software while he sleeps.” Hal handed her the tablet. “Heck, you can even use it to control him, if you like.”

“Thanks,” Imogen said, taking the tablet, ignoring Hal’s insights into her.

“I needn’t remind you that you shouldn’t attempt to ‘wake’ Eric up…any attempts to do so will be futile, since he’s programmed to delete any memories without a proper wakeup code,” Hal explained, “aside from that, just treat him as a normal person and I foresee the two of you having a bright future.”

“A normal person…” Imogen muttered, small tears forming in her eyes, “that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be treated as too.”

“Then the two of you are a match made in heaven,” Hal nodded approvingly, positioning himself behind Eric and placing his hand on Eric’s power toggle, “are you ready?”

“Yes,” Imogen gulped nervously, trying to make a straight face.

Once Hal was certain she looked normal again, he pressed the power toggle behind his left ear and then quickly stepped back over to approximately where he was standing when Eric started malfunctioning.

Eric’s face twitched a few times as his systems came back online, and then he started glitch speaking. “Be…be…beautiful… Be…be…beautiful… Be…be…beautiful… Be…be…beautiful…You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice finally normalizing after a few seconds, his body twitching, unnoticed by him. Eric’s breathing was very deep and he had a look of reverence on his face as he gazed upon Imogen’s beauty.

“Thanks,” Imogen smiled warmly, sustaining her knowledge of his true nature. She slowly walked over to him, subtly emphasizing each movement, before stopping inches from him, stepping slightly on her toes to reach his face and planting a tender kiss on his lips.

Eric savored the kiss, it being the first time he’d ever kissed anyone who wasn’t related to him. After an appropriate amount of time, Imogen broke away, staring lovingly into his eyes.

“Well, Imogen, if you have any issues with your body, you know who to call,” Hal interjected, giving her a knowing wink.

“Ah yes, thank you Hal,” she smiled, before picking up her shoes and putting them on her feet. She then gently grabbed Eric’s left hand with her right and said, “Well Eric, want to take me home?”

Eric briefly looked as though he were about to say something but then stopped and smiled. “Of course.”

As the two of them walked out of the repair bay, both Imogen and Eric thought to themselves that they were the luckiest people in the world.

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