BA2 wrote:However, for me, part of the appeal is the shattering of the misplaced confidence a robot programmed to believe she is perfect has in herself.
"You're being silly. There's no such thing as androids anyway!"
"Come on, Janet, look at yourself. You are laid out on this table and you obviously have a USB port under your breast — it's hooked to that computer over there and displaying your thoughts as you think them. How do you explain that?"
Janet stammers then says, "it's just a bit of parlor trickery. I've seen magic before!"
"Ok, fine, how about this?" I run the dermaseal unit around her left bicep then peel back the plastic skin. She watches and laughs. I push the joint release and disconnect her forearm, leaving the control wires hanging out of her stump. "You're a robot, Janet," I say, pointing the stump of her arm at her.
She raises her arm and looks at the wires dangling out, laughing hysterically. Then she grabs the dermaseal and runs it around her crotch. She jams her fingers into her hot, dripping pussy and pulls it up at an odd angle. I can see her plastic pelvis as she twists her entire synthetic vagina around, still connected by the wiring. Holding it in her fist, she says through tears of laughter, "hey smart guy, would an android be able to do this?"
She leans herself forward and begins pleasuring herself with her tongue. It almost sounds like she's humming, but it's her tongue oscillating inhumanly fast. Her laughter is hollow and artificial as it's simply playing through her vocal speaker. Her body writhes at the sexual touch. She's stuck in a loop that will last until I shut her off, or her batteries run out.
jolshefsky wrote:For example, if there were a real sleeper — if I met some woman and she was actually an android — then anything *ahem* moist on her would either be teeming with fungus and bacteria, or contain chemicals toxic to life.
dale coba wrote:How about periodic u.v. illumination from beneath the dermis?
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