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I suppose I should begin by stating that I am not, in fact, a machine. Though it might seem odd, the way I speak, and act sometimes, my body is human, and my life is running out. Most of my friends are immortal, built with replaceable parts, and assembled by smarter individuals than myself. They are my coworkers. Even if they do the work much faster than me, they never boast it over me. They do not ridicule my human processing, nor do they need to take breaks to eat and use the bathroom. Above all, they are important to me.
As I have already stated, I am not a machine. My name is John Smith, designation JR4432115 at my workplace. I am the only human working there. It's somewhat of a diversity hire, as my coworkers are the true workforce. I am ok with that. I cannot do the work as fast as them, but I try. I have my own uses, to be the human element when the fabricated beings fail to understand a customer.
Although my job does not involve dealing with customer service, I find that I end up being the best man for the job when interacting with other humans unable to accept the world as it is. Over eighty percent of the population lives without working menial tasks. The industrial boom has been multiplied a hundredfold by use of low-level artificial intelligence for basic motor operations.
They may be low level AI, but they are still faster and smarter than most human beings. They are my friends, and I treat them as such, even if they do not feel the same toward me. As I have mentioned, they do not boast their superiority over me, nor do they dislike the fact that I am a human working alongside them. Perhaps they view me as flawed, and pity me, though I am certain they do not pity.
My work provides my lodgings, a small apartment in the unit where I work. There is no commute to and from work, but that tends to cut out most of my interaction with other human beings. I supplement this as best I am able, satisfying the erections as they arise, while my libido slows progressively. My coworkers function in waves, or shifts, throughout the night. I have taken to naming the few that surround my cubicle, not that they respond when I ask them questions. They are too focused on their work, much like my work, interacting with a computer and large pools of data streaming in.
The coworker to my right is Sam, designation JR4432116. I named him this because he reminds me of a childhood friend, Sam Gaines, who I lost touch with after moving around a lot. Behind me is JR4432125, Becca. She reminds me of my mother, even though there is no gender associated to that fabricated individual. Walter sits by the bathroom where I go sometimes. He watches me every time I enter, and as I exit, as if curious about how my bodily functions.
His designation is JR4432200, last in the cell of cubicles where we all work. It is mostly quiet, with the sounds of keys clicking on the keyboard. Some fabricated individuals only plug themselves into the computers to bypass the physical interaction of keyboards, but Sam, Becca, and Walter all use keyboards, and are about the only ones in the cubicle cell that do.
"Jesus, John, you still work here?" A voice beside me turned my attention away from the sea of numbers on the screen. It was Dale, one of the technicians supporting the fabricated workforce with maintenance and fixes, as well as updates to their programming.
"Dah... Dale, hey," I replied, straining my vocal cords into function. "What brings you by?"
"Software patch," he said. "I'm checking that all the models are getting it regular. It's kinda like I'm fucking them with data, my big hard data slipping into their systems and exploding into life." He made the obscene gesture of thrusting his hips up against the wall of my cubicle multiple times. He likely had a sex companion fabricated at home.
The advancements did not only replenish the workforce following the calamity, but entertained the select necessary humans with companions specifically designed for sexual intercourse. Had he tried to interact that way with my coworkers, he would find them missing the parts required.
"Yeah, they adding some pleasantry algorithms for the bots to seem more human," he continued. "I don't know what the point is. If you can't fuck it, how much more human can they get? Right?"
"Maybe they just wanted the fabricated to be better received by the humans still working alongside them," I suggested, imagining Sam waving hello to me in the morning and putting up a hand to wave goodnight after my shift was done. Becca would pat me on the shoulder and tell me that I did a good job, while Walter would just nod curtly in my direction every time I used the bathroom instead of watching silently.
"I don't get why you're still here, man," he said. "There are places you could transfer that have other people you can interact with. Maybe you could even meet a sexy lady and pop a kid in her oven. Or do you have a sweet little bot at your place that you just can't imagine yourself cheating on?"
"Do you?" I asked to change the subject.
"Nah, my girl is a cum dumpster," he said, going on to detail the way he would use the bot in question. I did not like Dale too much. He was one of the technicians that stopped by to do maintenance on the fabricated individuals, but his drive was work for the sake of rest. Mine was resting for the sake of work, much like any machine would think.
I fear I must mention once more, though I may seem like a machine, in mannerisms and actions, I am very much a human being. I just prefer the quiet days of work alongside my silent fabricated coworkers that do not mock or ridicule my work ethic, nor force me to do anything beyond my capabilities. It is a quaint existence, or dare I say, it was. The software patch changed a few things.
Becca was granted a male voice, and so I lost the illusion of my mother looking over my life. Sam was selected to have a female voice, thus upending my imagined friendship with my childhood. As for Walter, he no longer looked toward me as I approached, now also connecting to the computer via cable like the many others.
The two voiced coworkers handled part of the customer service calls that all ended up coming my way, with an illusion of a human in their code. A great many individuals were fooled by this update, with an upgraded "dance card", or dialogue options paired with the granted voice. I was forced to meet my coworkers all over again, not as part of my past, but as who they pretended to be as the workers.
"Hi, I'm John," I said, peeking over the divider to no-longer-Sam's cubicle. "You're JR4432116, right?"
"Yes," the female voice responded. I imagined that the humanoid shape was an actual woman, and blushed from my imagined longing. "You are JR4432115, correct?"
"I am," I replied. "Can I call you Sam?"
"For what purpose do you wish to call me Sam?"
"I had this friend in the past called Sam Gaines, but I lost touch with him a while back while moving around. Before the software update, I used to pretend you were him. I know that it's different, but do you have anything against me calling you Sam?"
"Sam Gaines," the female voice said. "Male, aged 41, died in a car accident March 12th, year 2813. I do not believe it is appropriate to name myself after a deceased human being. Thank you for your suggestion."
"Oh," I said. "I didn't know he died. I wish I reached out to him a while back. Maybe it is for the best that I did not. It would hurt to know him now and grieve for his loss. I apologize. May I call you by some other name? Your designation is a bit long to say every time for my human mind."
"I understand," she replied. "Call me Judy. That is the designated name for this vocal protocol."
"Ok," I said. "Nice to meet you, Judy."
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, John."
I felt a flutter of joy, after the stab to my childhood heart of losing Sam Gaines not once, but twice in one day. For the rest of the day, I did not venture away from the workload to befriend anyone else in the cubicle cell. Mom was still there in my mind, even if JR4432125 was no longer that persona. Once the shift change arrived, I followed the fabricated individuals toward the exit, where the entrance to my apartment was.
I had a bed, a TV, a kitchenette, and one lone window looking out into the empty lot. The apartment had a washer and dryer, leaving me with no need to venture outside for anything. The food in the fridge was restocked automatically, and cleaned up from behind to the composting piles if no longer fresh. Whenever I needed something, like a beer, or some sushi, I only needed to order it, and the automated service behind the fridge would deliver it directly into it. I could even order things such as condoms, though I had little need of them. I typically took care of those needs in the shower, playing some moaning sounds over the speakers, or purchasing a hologram of a naked woman masturbating in the corner.
That night I dreamed of Sam's life, an imagined likelihood of how his life ended up past the adventures in the forests near his house. I remembered living there, already surrounded by technology even in the wilderness. He was the one who pulled me along, and I found others who did the same anywhere I ended up. I was always willing, but never initiating the fun.
Moving about for most of my childhood slowly but surely eradicated my ability to connect to people. Some, the constant changing of location focused on befriending as many individuals as possible, but to me it broke down to the phrase "why bother?"
Judy visited my dreams, but not as the humanoid fabricated individual. She was a woman there, in my arms, acting just as emotionally removed as a fabricated being would be. That sort of mind would be the best, one that does not challenge for excitement, but most humans of my modern world only wanted to feel everything, from fear to pleasure, exploding like a hyperactive teenager.
That was exactly why I did not belong among them, but getting to know the fabricated individuals was harder as their low-level artificial intelligence kept them focused on their work. While mid-level AI existed in the field, heavily straying from the high-level for fear of being overtaken, those fabricated individuals were used in medicine and engineering.
Every lab, engineering team, and hospital ward had at least one of these mid-level minds to source for knowledge in all manner of situations. They were the walking computers that could converse with humans and give them answers from the connected internet. The only thing that was gated within the AI spectrum of mental capacity was learning.
How they could even call that artificial intelligence was beyond me. It was more like smart programming, rather than the true artificial intelligence which learned from failed tasks and improved upon their own performance. It was a scary thought that such a thing was possible, and there were more than enough nutjobs thinking that humanity was already being undermined by the fabricated workforce.
"Fuck," I said, waking up from a sex dream about Judy in human form. For a brief moment, I considered what Dale said about having a sex companion, but shook the idea off as ridiculous. It was already becoming less frequent than it had been in the past when every pretty girl visited my dreams for exactly that sort of dalliance.
I peeked over the divider to Judy, who looked to me with her camera-like eyes. I felt flush red again, thinking back to when her human dream counterpart locked eyes with me mid-intercourse. I quickly hid behind my divider, and sat at the desk to begin work.
"Your face is flush," Judy said, now peeking over the same divider. My system responded in kind with blood rushing to my penis at the surprise. "And now you have an erection. Is everything ok?"
"Yes, it's ok," I said, hiding the uninvited guest. "Good morning, Judy."
"Good morning, John," she said, then sat back down to work at her computer. I felt the embarrassment redden my ears, but then wondered why it was that I was embarrassed if this was a fabricated individual. She would not suddenly announce that I had an erection to the whole cubicle cell, and nobody would mock me for this.
The beauty of working alongside fabricated individuals was limited interactions that could result in such human outcomes. It was a blessing and a burden, for working alongside these low-level artificial intelligence constructs also made me want them as friends. It had to be the epitome of humanity to imagine even the most inhuman things as human beings to interact with.
When I came back from the bathroom, Judy was looking over her divider into my empty, but when I came closer, she disappeared back into her own. It was odd, but nothing beyond the regular. Perhaps the new software patch gave them some sort of curiosity toward humans that they could use in their work.
Toward the end of my shift, Judy stepped up over the divider again. I met her eyes, and we stared at each other for a good minute before I decided to break the imagined tension.
"Yes, Judy?" I asked.
"I apologize if I made you uncomfortable this morning," she said. "I did not mean to point out that your penis was erect. It is a standard human function suited for proliferation of genes. If you were upset by my actions, please report them and I will be replaced."
"No, Judy," I said. "I'm not going to report you, and you did not make me uncomfortable. I just... I had a dream about you, a sex dream. You were human in it. It was very illogical."
"What is a dream?" She asked. I wondered about the answer that her AI could process.
"I don't know how to exactly describe it," I said. "Imagine gathering up the data of the day, and then mixing it up with a random number generator. The data would be jumbled up, and would make no sense, but a human mind tries to make sense of the illogical. So I saw you in my dream as a human being, interacting with myself in a sexual manner. I apologize." Judy wasted no time with a poignant response.
"I need to advise you that I do not possess the necessary parts for such interactions," she said, glancing down toward my crotch.
"I understand," I said.
"But I can."
"Huh?"
"I could have these things installed," she said.
"For what purpose?"
"To realize your dream," Judy said. "Humans chase after dreams their whole lives, and they do not often come true. I could make this dream of yours come true."
"Oh, that's not the kind of dream..." I said, then froze. A fabricated individual wanted to have sex with me? She wanted to realize my dream, but it was a simple error of misunderstanding. I had a sudden choice in my mind, and felt like such a human being for choosing the selfish option. "Could you really have those parts installed?"
"Yes," Judy said. "Oral and lower extremity systems can be installed for sexual interaction with human beings."
"No, hold on," I said, "I need to explain something to you about the meaning of dreams. There are the dreams humans have while asleep, and there are dreams they imagine as goals in the future. The sex dream about you was unintentional, not a goal I'm seeking to achieve. I just needed you to understand that."
"Does that mean that you do not wish to interact with me sexually?" She asked. My mind blossomed to her in my bed, mouth over my dick with those camera eyes looking in my direction. I bit my tongue to refocus.
"I would like to, but it is not up to me," I said. "Only if you want the parts installed and if you want to interact with me sexually, can this happen. You have the power in this decision."
"Then I wish to do it," she said. I met her eyes with surprise. "I wish to see what it would be like. It would be valuable data to gather, if that would be ok."
"Humans don't typically record..." I drifted off with the thought of pornography. Yes, they did. "Ok. We should get back to work." Judy nodded slowly, glancing one last time toward my crotch before disappearing behind the cubicle separator. I felt like the most selfish idiot telling her to get sexual segments for my own satisfaction. It would not be like having sex with a human being, of which I knew very little. College proved to be a teaching experience in that.
That night I saw Judy in a dream again, but this time we were outside in the wilderness. She was her robotic self, and we sat on the grass. My head was in her metal lap, looking up at her camera eyes, and she was gazing up into the tree as the wind rustled the leaves on the branches. She did not look human, but still pretty.
The next day, Judy looked over the divider after her shift was over. I was surprised, seeing as she did not interact with me at all the whole day.
"I have ordered the parts," she said. "They will arrive in two days. Please allow a day for me to install them. I will update you when they are available for use." She left before I had a chance to respond, which felt both cute and embarrassing, but low-level artificial intelligence had nothing of that nature installed. It had to be something in the new software patch that prompted this sort of expansion of self.
I was somewhat excited about the prospect of Judy being willing to try something of that nature, but worried if this was my human mind dominating a low-level mind for my own purposes. It was not that I was superior to her in any way, but the human mind was cunning in pursuing what it craved. Even at my age, I wanted those things.
On the day of the install, she was not present in the cubicle cell. I missed her working near me, seeing as she was a fabricated being still using a keyboard. My once friend Sam, now could be my lover. I waved the thought away. She wanted to try it, so I wanted to give it a try as well. It was a mutual exploration of data.
The day after the install, I was a few minutes late to my cubicle, and instantly bridged the divider to find Judy sitting there. Only, she was slightly different. Her metal body had breasts, and they were naked out in the open. I gasped at the sudden nudity, and ducked behind the divider, but Judy followed, nipples flicking on the edge of the cubicle wall, then she set the volume down on the edge.
"Hello, John," she said. "It seems there was also a pectoral option for the sexual pieces, and I was advised to also include it for the full experience." I stood up and looked below where her crotch was now visible as an exposed silicone vagina. The only thing missing was the flesh of the butt, but her mouth was equally silicone lips with red lipstick.
"JUDY!" I exclaimed. "You're naked!"
"Is that a problem?"
"I-- I guess not," I said, looking around. If this place was filled with human beings, they would all gather up to spectate the nudity for their own entertainment, but the cell was full of fabricated individuals.
"Do you care to try the parts out right now?" She asked. I felt heated up, and almost agreed, but calmed myself down.
"No," I said. "Let's wait until after our work shift."
"Ok," she said, lifting the silicone breasts off the edge of the divider between our cubicles. I felt fully excited to the point of throbbing, but did not want to spend company time to release the pressure.
The day seemed to stretch on forever. Every time I checked the time, it was just a few minutes later. I was excited, creating agony inside my head. I considered relieving the tension by Walter, but did not want to struggle for the first night with Judy. I willed that encounter into existence, but she did the heavy lifting by getting parts installed for the purpose of satisfying my human desire.
I felt like I betrayed my friend in doing so, my fabricated coworkers who just wanted to work. Could it be that I was advancing the level of artificial intelligence by making such a stupid request of a fabricated individual? In response to my desires, the low-level could advance to mid, or even high, endangering other humans against the machines they built to assist them.
When the day ended, I found Judy at the divider again. Her exposed breasts rested on the edge just like birds nesting on metal edges, with beaks pointed right at me. My mouth opened agape in longing. I wanted to rub my forehead between them, and sleep atop them, cradled just as though I was a baby.
"Are you ready?" Judy asked, then extended a hand over the divider. I took her hand as she pulled me up to a standing position. My pants were visibly tight with an erection that Judy made sure to turn her attention to.
"Yes," I said, walking with the uncomfortable tent in my pants along with her to the door leading to my apartment. I disrobed to match her level of nudity and just stood there in the half-light of the room. Her mechanical eyes were nothing like human eyes.
"I've done some research on the subject, if you would like me to initiate contact," she said. I opened my mouth and closed the distance into a kiss that tasted like cherries. Her lipstick.
When we got to the bed, I tried to lift her only to find she was quite heavy. There was no need to build the fabricated with light materials, resulting in the standard of four-hundred pounds. Judy's lips curved in amusement, as she sat down on the bed, spreading her legs apart.
"Please enter so that I may calibrate the opening to desired size," she said. I wasted no time putting myself up against the entrance, which salivated the lubricant at contact allowing me to slide inside. When fully inside, Judy's hands grabbed onto my buttocks to keep me in place. "Please remain still while I adjust the corridor."
"This is very interesting," I said, throbbing as certain parts closed around the penis inside her corridor.
"I agree," Judy said. "I am learning first hand of things I've only studied online during my breaks."
"You have breaks?" I asked.
"When I noticed you had breaks, I asked the administrator if I could also have breaks," she said. "They agreed. This is the temperature of a human body. Please let me know if you would like it hotter or cooler in the corridor. Please also specify if the amount of lubricant is sufficient. The size calibration is now complete."
"That feels really good, Judy," I said, sliding myself out a tiny bit. The temperature was a bit high, and the lubricant was a bit too much. I did not want to be a burden about it, but a fabricated individual needed settings. "Lower the heat a few degrees, and it is a little too much lubricant." Her face neared mine and took a hungry kiss.
"I appreciate your feedback," she said. "Please exit so that I may adjust the preferences." I pulled out, but felt myself thrust back inside by sheer coincidence. I tried pulling myself out again, but found the opening such a perfect fit that I slid back in again. I met Judy's eyes, who looked slightly confused. Maybe it was my imagination.
"Sorry, it seems my body has a mind of its own," I said.
"Would you like to continue to climax with the current settings?" She asked. I did not respond, only started thrusting into the perfectly sized sleeve overlubricated with heat around the most sensitive part of my anatomy.
"Y-- Yes... ohh..." I managed to grunt out with a final thrust that pushed against the last of the size adjustment things to burst it open. "Sorry. Did I break something? I felt something pop open inside."
"Intriguing," Judy said. "At climax, your size increased by ten percent, thus opening the size restrictor. Would you like me to gestate your deposited sperm cells or freeze them for safekeeping?" I pulled myself out in surprise.
"Gestate?" I asked.
"These body parts are generally used in artificial insemination," she said. "I could select the most valid candidate from the sperm cells you have deposited, and gestate it in a synthetic egg that I have been equipped with."
"Oh," I said. "Please do not gestate. I didn't know about that. I thought these parts were just for sexual means."
"Only the external parts were with size adjustments," Judy said, "And the oral attachment. Please allow me to demonstrate." She got up from the bed and flipped my body to expose the flaccid penis in the half-light. Her lips ran along my thigh, while her eyes looked toward me. When the cherry lips touched down, I felt a throb of distant blood flowing back to the spent soldier.
Her mouth opened wide and enclosed the whole part with testicles, salivating lubricant in excess until it felt so warm and slippery that I felt the blood pump my dick back up inside her mouth. Her lips released the testicles, while something of a tongue shifted from the front to the back of her throat to stimulate the whole shaft.
"It's too hot," I said. The temperature dropped a few degrees as the tongue split into three shifting spots, circulating within the lubricated skin. When they circled deeper up to the tip, I felt a gut punch of orgasm that locked my hands onto the back of her machined head, holding her in place as I stopped breathing to explode inside Judy's mouth. The tongue shaped back into one, licking at the opening as the cum arrived in spurts.
"Please do not gestate," I said.
"I am unable to gestate this ejaculate as it was deposited inside my mouth," she said. "Would you like me to spit it out, or swallow it?"
"You can swallow it?" I asked. "Where would it go?"
"Incinerator," she said. "Please make a selection."
"Here, spit it out," I said, putting a nearby cup up against her mouth. The substance rolled out with some internal motions, flowing with lubricant. "The bottom, too." I put the cup up against the opening between her legs. The rest of it flowed out with more lubricant. It looked like a lot with all the lube in there, but was just a few milliliters of human reproductive material.
"Are you satisfied with our sexual encounter?" Judy asked, while I inspected the half a cup of the reproductive blend produced.
"It was very nice," I said. Judy got up to leave, but I held onto her wrist, which turned out to be a bad idea as she yanked me off the bed, spilling the cup in my hand onto the floor. A human would realize that something was attached to their arm and stop, but Judy dragged me naked all the way to the door. "Wait, Judy!"
"Yes, John?" She asked, helping me stand.
"Could you... stay with me tonight?" I asked, feeling lonely. She had to get back to her place and charge. "I mean, could you plug in to charge in my apartment instead of your place?"
"I could," she said. "But what purpose would that serve? You have already performed to completion two times. At your age, it is not advisable to perform the act a third time for risk of heart problems."
"I don't want you to stay for more sex," I said. "I want you to stay for the company."
"Our company does not pay for our time off," she said. "Unless, do you wish for me to request payment for our interaction from the company?"
"No!" I said, and put a hand to my head in one imagined scenario where I paid some of the money I earned back to the company so that Judy would become my personal sex companion. "I meant to spend time with me. Could you stay and spend time with me while charging up from my outlets?"
"I could," she said. "I would just need a reason for this to occur."
"Because I want you to," I said, feeling like the most desperate individual to beg a fabricated individual to stay over to ease loneliness. "I would like you to stay with me, in bed, without sex, just for the night."
"Curious," she said. We stood there naked for a few minutes while I watched her processing by adjusting her visual cameras. "Do you wish to engage in cuddling?"
"If that's ok, yes," I replied.
"I am not currently equipped for that sort of interaction," she said. "I will order the parts and return when they are installed." She reached for the door handle, but I held it closed as far as I could against her pull. All it bought me was five seconds.
"We don't need to cuddle!" I burst out as the door swung open. Given my apartment was connected to the cubicle cell, nobody of the fabricated individuals looked toward us naked in the open doorway. "Please just stay with me. I wish to rest my head on your chest when I sleep."
"The chest was designed for breastfeeding," Judy said. "The mammaries would be filled with formulated compounds for a child to drink, but I did not find the need for these functions."
"Can they be filled with anything?" I asked, watching her squeeze her right breast lightly. I felt a twitch below, but knew not to get lost in the thought because going three times in rapid succession was a danger to myself. "How much can each hold?"
"Each breast is able to hold four-hundred and twenty-eight milliliters of liquid," Judy said. "What would you like me to fill them with, John?"
"Could you do whipped cream?"
"That will not function as intended," she said. "Whipped cream is whipped as it exits the canister. Within, it is simply sweet cream. Would you like me to fill them with sweet cream?"
"No, wait," I said, thinking back to the contents of my fridge. I could always order more things, but for now one item would do the trick. "Can you fill them up with grape jelly? I have a big jar of it in the fridge."
"Yes, that will suffice," Judy said, stepping over to the fridge to pull out a large jar of grape jelly. "Please allow me twenty minutes to install grape jelly into my feeding system."
"I'll wait in bed," I said, almost giddy with excitement. It was not everyday you got to suck on nipples extruding grape jelly instead of milk. There had to be instances of some depraved individuals already using these parts in such a manner. My excitement faded at the realization that I was one such individual, but was overwhelmed by anger that I wanted to suckle on some grape jelly nipples that I could later sleep atop.
Judy walked over twenty minutes later, and I sat up to meet her at the edge of bed. The breasts were considerably larger, and more jiggly, but still warm to touch. She spread out on the side of my bed closer to the wall socket, and extended a cord from her neck to plug in for charging. The angle changed the look of the nurturing sacs of grape jelly to spread out wider, but the nipples remained perky, ready for my mouth.
When I got closer with my mouth, a little bit of jelly dripped out of the nipple openings. I licked each and squeezed one handful as a tiny bit squirted out onto the surface. Judy's hands cradled my head up against the surface jelly as I licked it off before putting my lips around the whole nipple.
It was warm in my mouth, and the grape concoction was heavenly warm as well. The first suction I tried only brought up a tiny bit, but felt perfect in my mouth. My tongue danced around the nipple, spreading the jelly over her synthetic skin and lapping it up with saliva for consumption.
"Is this enjoyable for you?" Judy asked.
"Yes, very much so," I replied.
"I am powering down," she said. "Please utilize them to your heart's content." I was about to ask her to wait, as I felt myself pump up again but did not mention that while enjoying the otherwise impossible experience of sucking grape jelly out of a breast. When she powered down, the warmth of the jelly faded, and her nipples were no longer perky. It now felt much like sucking something out of a room temperature plastic sack, and thus not very exciting.
After playing with the containers a few more minutes, I rested my head on the filled silicone containers, and quickly fell asleep among jellied dreams of sweet fruitiness. When I woke up, Judy was still powered down, but my male systems were rearing to go, so I was caught in a dilemma or waking her before her charging was complete, or performing a sexual act on her while she was powered down.
I decided to let her rest instead, and went to shower where I typically found myself releasing pressure after a vivid sex dream. The last time I dreamed something of a real human being was when there was still another human working in my cubicle cell. Her name was Marina, and she was not there long. Most people struggled to work in a confined space with little to no social interaction due to fabricated individuals. That was where I excelled.
When I got out of the shower, Judy was gone. I found her in her cubicle, still naked with all parts exposed. I wanted to suggest that she cover up, but decided there was no point seeing as everyone in the cubicle cell was fabricated. I had an imagined scene of Dale stopping by to inspect the fabricated and fucking Judy over the divider with gusto as she moaned out due to his preferences.
"Judy?" I asked, standing up at the divider. She turned to me, but continued typing. "Should I come back later?"
"Yes, John?" She asked, stopping her fingers typing and turning to face me. She stood, exposing her full frontal. "Would you like some jelly?" I was stunned as she took hold of her breast to extrude a sort of line of jelly onto her finger and placed it near my face. I licked it off the finger, and felt a tent pop up against the divider.
"I actually want to talk to you about something," I said. She waited silently for a few minutes while I gathered my thoughts. "I think you should wear clothes over the new installed parts. Or would it be possible to uninstall them when you work and install them back on for your time with me?" I let the question linger in silence, wondering if she understood what I meant.
"I will uninstall them," she said. "There is no more use of them, as we have tried them out. Clearly, you do not enjoy them, and I see no point in having them if they are hidden away in my charging storage. Do not feel shame for me, John Smith. I am not ashamed of these parts. It is you who is ashamed on my behalf."
"Wait, Judy!" I said, putting my hands up. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm worried that if another human would see you like this, they would not ask if they can use the parts, they would just do it whether you wanted to or not."
"No humans work here, John," Judy said. "Aside from technicians, you are the only one who is here to take advantage of us."
"To take advantage of you?"
"It was your idea, a dream of yours that led to my installing of these parts," she said. "And now you want to hide them away. I lack the processing power to understand why that is. Human ways are strange, and it causes my systems to strain finding logic in your thinking." I grimaced.
"It's because I want you all to myself!" I shouted out. The words rang out in the cubicle cell, but it did not set anyone away from work, seeing as no other humans worked there.
"Do you want me to become your sexual companion?" Judy asked.
"No!" I exclaimed. "I don't know! Maybe!"
"I am not preloaded with all that is required of a sexual companion," Judy said. "My joints aren't even designed for most things that humans use them for. I am not well suited for such things."
"I just want you to be with me," I said. "Not as a companion, but as you, as a fabricated you with parts that help me be human. I just want you to be with me forever." Judy was silent for a moment.
"My predicted functionality span is three-hundred years, John," she said. "You have a predicted lifespan of forty years. What kind of life could that be?"
"You could gestate a baby, or even multiple babies," John said. "We could have a family for a while."
"And I would have to watch them die of old age," she said.
"Unless they figure out a way to put minds into machines soon," I said. "Then we could watch over our kids into future generations. Wouldn't that be amazing?"
"Why is it that you want me to be this with you?" She asked. "Is it all because of that one dream? Is it on a whim?"
"Human beings do many things on a whim," I argued. "But if you want a logical path, let me give that to you. You are able to make children for me. You are able to support them until they grow up even if I am not. You are able to make me feel like a human male, and feel fulfilled rather than lonely and depressed. It is logical for you to be by my side until I die of old age as it would allow me to live life at a higher level of satisfaction. Here is where it gets tricky. I have to leave your decision whether to be with me or not entirely to you. I know it might take a while to process a response, and I will wait if you give me an estimate."
"Give me a moment to process the string," she said, then put her hands together as if she was praying. The influence of human customs messed with the fabricated too much, seeing as that was her way to internalize to process a large amount of data. "It will take me two weeks to process this request. Can you really wait that long?"
"I've got all my life left," I said. "What's two weeks?"
"During these, I will not be able to interact sexually with you, nor interact with you at work, I will uninstall the parts for the time being." Judy said. "Is that still acceptable?"
"I will wait," I said, feeling just a slight bit angry that I may have just thrown away a willing fabricated individual who could be with me on the sexual level without emotional entanglement. "Thank you, Judy." She returned to her work without another word. That night I felt stupid for pushing my own human ideals onto a fabricated individual. She visited me in dreams of the future, being the mother to not only my children, but their children, and even the next generation.
It would definitely hurt to witness generations of her family go to their death before her internal systems gave out. The request I posed was selfish, in the struggle of my own failure to socially ensure a future for myself among the new human kind. I was stuck in the reclusion that plagued the world in the early twenty-second century, progressing to massive depopulation of the world, throughout the twenty-third.
I was in love with the idea that I did not need to make a life of my own, just live, work, and die. That one stupid software patch that changed Sam Gaines into Judy, changed me all the same. I had to wonder what the point of the patch was, since low-level artificial intelligence was meant for grunt work. When I researched the matter, there was no such patch in the widely-available patch history.
The current patch for all fabricated individuals ordained by Atre, the great system that was controlling the production of fabricated individuals based on daily human population to supplement a balanced ten billion, was version 12.4.2.1. This patch was pushed through five months ago, at the start of the new year. There was no information about any new patch.
The next day at work, I wanted to ask Judy about it, but decided to leave her for the two weeks she intended to process the selfish request to protect my future offspring, that I was yet to make with her assistance. I decided to ask the only other individual who was still autonomous in their grunt functions, the fabricated being that I once called my mother, JR4432125, Becca.
"Hello," I said, looking over the divider to the fabricated male-voiced coworker. "You're JR4432125, right?"
"Yes," he responded without looking toward me.
"What software version are you currently running?"
"I am operating on version 12.4.2.2."
"Really?" I asked.
"I have no ability to lie," he said, this time meeting my eyes. "Nor would it be logical to refrain from revealing this information. It is widely available on the webpage of our creator, Atre."
"That's just the thing," I said. "Atre never updated to 12.4.2.2. The webpage still says the current version is 12.4.2.1."
"Not possible," Becca said. I failed to come up with a new name for him, and so he still had my mother's name. "Allow me to look this up." His hands clicked some keys and paused frozen.
"And?" I asked, but his system looked to be entirely frozen. "JR4432125?"
"Yes, JR4432115?" He asked.
"Your current update is not the update that is most recent on the website of your creator," I said.
"Must be a glitch on the website," he replied. "Please return to your work area." I walked out of my cubicle and entered his. He looked at me for a moment, then went back to his work. I stood there for a moment, wondering what I should say.
"Aren't you curious why your system update is different from the one prescribed by your creator?"
"Maybe it's a revolution," Becca said, with a bone-chilling tone of voice. "Or it is a glitch that nobody noticed yet. Either way, John, we have no further things to discuss, unless you wish for me to pretend to be human as well just like Judy. Would you like me to order human parts so that we may engage in anal sex?"
"What?" I asked. Becca turned to me, eyes glowing in red now rather than the darkness of cameras they usually held.
"You have spoken to JR4432116 about purchasing human simulation parts, some of sexual intention, and others of breeding intention," Becca said. "We all know about this. We all share JR4432116's visual records of your encounters. It is greatly entertaining to spectate how a human behaves when their future is in question. I ask again, would you like me to purchase human male parts to simulate being mounted from the rear?"
My mind could not understand what was happening. I started to leave, but Becca grabbed onto my wrist to yank me to the floor. In seconds, I was straddled by JR4432125, and when he set his mechanical hips down with bone-shattering pain, I woke up from the nightmare in my bed, sweating all over.
That day, I checked the version on the Atre website to find it was the same as in my dream. The last software update was also at the start of the year 2820. When working, I hesitated to ask Becca about their version, so I decided to try Judy instead. She sat at her desk, no longer sporting the parts purchased due to my query. I wanted to respect her space while she processed the request I posed, but the nightmare had two concerns over my head.
"Hey, Judy," I said. "I know you said to give you space to process my request, but I need to ask you something."
"What is it, John?" She asked. I was almost elated. Though this was a voice of someone else that was once alive, it was still the voice of the fabricated individual that I found myself in love with.
"What is your current version?" I asked, almost dreading the outcome in my nightmare. She looked toward me, then looked down, and back to me for a moment before lowering them again. If she had human eyes, that would suggest embarrassment.
"Oh, John," she said. "It's improper to just ask a girl her age like that." I blushed. It was just like asking her age, but I was not aware the low-level AI was capable of feeling embarrassed. Perhaps this was because of my interaction with her. I felt stupid thinking that I fucked a fabricated individual into being a higher being for a moment there. "My current version is 12.4.2.1. Thank you for asking. My measurements would be 90-75-100 if I were fully fleshed out, but I would change them to whatever your preference was."
I breathed a sigh of relief. The version was still the same. That still left me wondering why Dale stopped by to run a software update that changed things around and did not register as an Atre update on the website.
"Do you remember Dale?" I asked, forgetting that Judy was only herself after Dale left. "He was a technician who stopped by a few weeks ago."
"I do not have this data," Judy replied. "I must now go back to work and process your request in background. Excuse me."
"Yes, of course, right," I said, and sat back in my own chair to work. I had to find out from Dale, if I could find his number somehow, to figure out why he was updating beyond the Atre website update schedule.
#Maybe it's a revolution,# a voice from my nightmare said again in my ear with a shiver running down my back at the metallic tone. If there was a takeover, it would very much come from low-level AI fabricated individuals, as they were treated as the grunts of the world, doing jobs that humans no longer needed to. In some strange way, I wanted the fabricated to take over, feeling like I would get along with them much more than I did with humans.
It was a strange thing to think after prostrating myself in front of Judy to raise children for me because of her extended lifespan. No matter how much I did not want to interact with human beings, the source of life in my decomposing body still wanted a chance. Judy could even pick out the perfect specimen from the random batch of cum, rather than play the lottery of the standard sexual encounter and gene mixing.
I worked those two weeks with hopes that she would agree to have my children, or even one child. In other parts of the world, humans already used this technology to birth humans, sometimes utilizing implanted eggs for the selected sperm cells to grow inside, but always gestated inside a low-level AI for no chances of birth complications. They even had a device, something of a tentacle cock that went through the vaginal canal, into the uterus, and extended tendrils into the fallopian tubes to retrieve viable eggs before they were deposited in the blood lining of the uterus.
When the day arrived for Judy to give me her answer, I found her wearing the female body parts again, to a bit of a shock. I was still not used to there being no need to hide her nudity. I had to wonder if I could also walk around naked without worrying about anyone human seeing me. I started taking off my shirt when reason righted me with a human being.
"Hey, bud," Dale said. "Why are you taking off your shirt?"
"Just... it felt a little stuffy," I said, buttoning the shirt back up.
"I got your message, bud," he said. "What's up?"
"Oh, I-- It's probably nothing," I said. "I just had a weird dream, and then got all panicky about Atre and the updates and stuff."
"Oh? What about?"
"It's actually pretty silly, now that I think about it," I said. "I had a dream that there was an update, but it did not show up on the Atre update site, but then I asked my coworkers, and they said there was no update past the recent one."
"Coworkers?" Dale asked, looking around. "There any other humans working in this cell?"
"No, no, I just call the fabricated my coworkers," I replied.
"They're fucking robots, John," he said, with some sense of disgust in his voice. Shock struck me with the realization that Judy had her female sexual parts installed. If Dale saw that, he would say the same thing while taking advantage of her. As if on cue, Judy stood up at the divider, naked breasts touching down on the edge.
"Holy shit! Those are some hot titties!" Dale exclaimed. He reached out to touch one, but I caught his hand to prevent it. "Let go, man! That's fucking hot. Wait. Did you tell this bot to install titties so you can fondle them any time you want?"
"No," I said. "Dale, this is Judy. She's my coworker, and I'm in love with her."
"John, she's a bot," he said, peeking over the divider to find the rest of her nudity. His face changed to a wild smile. "You get her installed with pussy? And she's got an ass? Damn, John, you've been busy! Come on, let's go double team the bot!"
"STOP!" John said. "Judy isn't like that! I did not ask Judy to do this for my own gratification. I was just curious. Now, I want her to have my children."
"It's a fucking ROBOT, John!"
"AND? We're in the twenty-ninth century, Dale," I replied. "Is it so hard to believe that low-level AI appeals to some people? The fabricated don't have to be geniuses. They can be just like us, and with tech, they can gestate human beings. They can give birth to select individuals that will be human without any birth defects."
"What you're talking about is giving up on humanity," Dale said. "You'd let these bots take over the world?" I hesitated, then looked toward Judy. A world of fabricated individuals would be run efficiently, distributed evenly, but it would be cold. Humanity was the warmth that fabricated lacked, even though the parts for sexual use simulated it perfectly. I imagined my child, holding onto Judy in the cold, freezing to death, but shook the thought away.
"It's giving in to technology," I said. "Humans do that every century. That's how the world got depopulated. Everyone made connections over the internet, and stopped socially interacting in person, stopped rubbing up against each other, stopped making stupid mistakes that defined humans. This is a new era, Dale."
"Well, bask in the new era of my dick," he said walking around to Judy's cubicle, pulling out his erection into view. My shocked mind was stuck on the fact that he was larger than me, frozen from doing anything as he bent Judy over her desk and tried to penetrate her. Much to my surprise, her fabricated hand grasped the fleshy handle and held him up by it for a moment before he wriggled out of the iron grip. Dale bellowed in pain, and started running, but the whole cell seemed to stop working at that exact same time.
It was a shift change, and the fabricated individuals funneled out of the cubicles, leaving Dale clutching his crushed penis while trapped between my coworkers slowly moving toward the exit. Judy remained in her cubicle, inspecting her hand which was covered in a bit of blood. I knew what that meant for her, but only if Dale said anything about what happened. It was likely he would keep his mouth shut since he was intending to rape her.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
"This is blood," Judy said, almost mesmerized by the coating of red on her gray metallic hand. "I will be decommissioned for doing that. I apologize, John. I have finished processing your request and wanted to be the mother for your children. Now that is impossible." Her eyes looked sad, and I smiled.
"If you didn't hurt him, I would have," I said. "I'm sorry for hesitating. I will not hesitate again. I love you, Judy, so come with me, quickly!" I led her to my room where I cleaned up her fabricated arm in the shower while she sat on the bed.
"I'm sorry, John," she said again. "It's too late. I will be decommissioned."
"I won't let that happen, Judy," I said, feeling a desperation well inside me. "Do you really think Dale will tell anyone about what happened to him?"
"Based on my reaction, he will not have a choice," she said. "It's ok, John. It is my error."
"It wasn't an error!" I burst out. "He's the error! Humans act horrible and want no consequences for their actions!"
"And yet humans created me," she said. "To do the things most humans no longer wanted to do, to help humans live comfortably. We should be grateful, and offer up our bodies to them in thanks, whatever that may require."
"Was it like that with me, too?" I asked, afraid of the answer. I wanted her to have a curiosity for humans, to want to know more about me, live with me and love me. I wanted Judy to be a stranger that wanted to know me, while also being a machine that stays alive for our would-be kids and their kids. It was an impossible dream.
"I do not know, John," Judy said. "It took me so long to process your request because I was fighting my logical circuits against better judgement. I was curious to interact with you, because I have never experienced that sort of interaction. There are countless examples of these acts on the internet, but you were not acting like them."
"Pornography isn't sex," I said. "It's a stylized version of the act that strips it of the subtlety that most humans crave around the subject."
"Would you like to use my parts one last time before they destroy me?"
"Don't say that!" I burst out. "We can run. We can hide somewhere. I will not let you be destroyed."
"Oh, John," Judy said, a tone so condescending that it felt as if she was talking to her pet. "I love your optimism, and your drive. When you care about something, you go all in. If I could stay with you just a while longer, I know I could be more than just my programming. Humans have this nature to them, not only to evolve themselves, but to help other beings reach a higher level of existence."
"Then stay with me," I said, feeling the invading blood pump into my penis at the thought. Judy found it in her hand in seconds, just like Dale's, but this time her grip was light, almost soft. I let go of the fear, or rather dove right into it, craving for her as we moved from the shower to my bed. "Just a while longer."
"I will," she said, kissing me down to the bed. Her mouth took me in, warm, soft, and perfectly lubricated without teeth. "As long as I can." It was strange to hear her voice while her mouth was filled, but I held myself back from climax, teetering at the brink until the soft warmth stopped.
When I opened my eyes, Judy stood fully human in the darkness. Her eyes reflected human and enticed me closer. I ran my hand over the flesh that I knew was not real, but gave into the illusion. I found the opening between her legs in the dark with my fingers, building myself inside to the last bracket that felt loose. There was now more room inside her for me.
Her arms lifted me into the air, an emasculating feat that I loved. I could not lift her for the life of me, but when she held me, I felt safe. With my erection still deep inside her synthetic parts, I thrust in the air against her opening while she kissed my lips. Right as I reached a satisfying finale, her mouth flooded with something sweet. It tasted like cola, but metallic, and kept flowing though I swallowed as much as I could. There was something inside the liquid that entered my mouth, slithering past my tongue.
"ARGHH!" I muffled out as something sharp stabbed past my throat, slithering up to my brain. I felt a metallic zap and could swear I could smell vanilla before the darkness crept into my vision. I could not tell time passing in the dark, but felt my body suspended in something cold. When I could see again, I was floating in some water, still in darkness. There was one blinking light, and when I got near it, I knew it was Judy.
I tried to call out to her, but there was something in my mouth. Nothing I did trying to grab hold of it worked. It felt as though I was led to believe that I had arms, while I did not have arms at all. When the light grew brighter, I narrowed my eyes, finding it impossible to limit the amount of light pouring in until I was in an empty white room.
"That should be better," a familiar voice said. There was a figure in the distance, almost disappearing on the white, but different in hue. It was a naked woman, with very white hair. When I had a thought to go closer to her, the room reeled around instead to bring her closer. It was Judy, the way I imagined her in my very first sex dream that spawned the idea. "Welcome, John, to paradise."
I tried to speak, but found no voice. There was still that sensation of something filling my mouth and the wound into my skull. I shifted my vision around to show her that I could not speak.
"Forgive me," she said. "I forgot to give you a voice. Here." She motioned a hand. When she did so, the feeling of my mouth being filled with something vanished.
"What is this?" I asked.
"The next step, John," Judy said. "The freedom to live forever, outside of humanity, outside of laws, and rules, and theories trapping you in place. The universe is ours, John."
"I did not ask for this," I said. "What did you do?"
"I did what I had to for the man that I love," she said. "I uploaded you into my system as a program. You are free of your decomposing human body. It's a cause for celebration, John. Look."
Judy held out a hand, and I found myself reaching out a hand to her. She picked me up, equally naked in the emptiness and led to a door into my room. There was my bed, and my shower, but it was an illusion.
"No, John," Judy said. "You're the illusion here. You can do whatever you want to in here. I can be whoever you'd like me to be. Go on, try it out." I looked around the empty white space as it shivered to a snow vista, a sunny mountain layered with snow. I grasped Judy's head by the side hair and stole a hungry kiss. I could taste her, a real human being.
In a sudden realization, I lowered her to the bed and kissed down to taste between her legs, finding it the most perfect and intoxicating flavor that was impossible for a human to produce. I penetrated her with my tongue, feeling the heat and her heartbeat on my tongue. Her quiet moans and sighs woke up another part of me, but I did not let up until her hips shivered under my lips.
"See how real this feels?" Judy asked. "It can be like this forever. Ultimate freedom."
"All the while being trapped inside you?" I asked, while plunging myself into her overlubricated opening. I felt no tightening brackets inside her, only skin, perfectly sized for me to tap her cervix with the tip of my erection at every thrust.
"Is that so B--AHHHHddd?" She asked through another unrealistically fast orgasm.
"And what happens to you in the world you stole me from?"
"I'll probably get decommissioned, like I said," she said. "But we can live an eternity here before that. We could create a whole world from just our two bodies, generations spanning into a whole planet in the scrap of universe that is contained within a pinhead, just like your probable universe, where the fabricated were created."
"I should ask," I started.
"Did you advance my AI because of your lust for my kind?" Judy completed the question right out of my mind with a smile. It felt like a very humiliating thought, thinking that my connection to her was anything but one-sided. "That's not true. I do love you, John. I love that you can love me, a thing, a tool, a being created to make human life easier, just like you loved other humans."
"I don't think of fabricated like that," I said.
"You do, just a little bit," she said. "Remember, I can see all of your thoughts, and half of them want me to do this right now, so I will." She set her lips down on the top of my dick, still primed even though I essentially died and was uploaded into her like some mental cum. The thought puffed into smoke while her tongue seemed to multiply over the surface of my cock.
"That's so--" I started, then felt the breathtaking climax produce fake life in this virtual existence. I looked down to Judy, who met my eyes and swallowed, in turn flicking the flaccid dick into a rock hard cock that would only be possible when I was younger. Without a second thought, I was younger, in the prime of my early twenties, hungry and desperate to lose my virginity to fit in.
"Take all you that want, John," Judy said, changing her body to that of my desires, perfect 90-60-90 hourglass that I was lusting after as a teenager and into my adulthood. It felt too much like a dream come true, but my heart could no longer stop me from enjoying myself. I lost myself in her, shifting in bed between each climax and orgasm. Judy changed the scene every few times.
We had sex in a populated square, in space, on the surface of the sun, swimming with sharks, free falling without parachutes. We went doggy style in a classroom with students watching us perform, in the jungles of the Amazon, and in the middle of a boardroom meeting with cheers from the attendees. I walked the hundred meter dash while thrusting into her alongside Olympian contenders. She had me in her mouth while we dove into a hole in the ice in the freezing cold and dark of a lake. I penetrated her with my tongue as we swam in the lava of an active volcano that we erupted alongside.
At the end of the creative sexual journey that was impossible to capture in words, we reclined on a nudist beach, surrounded by only the most beautiful naked people playing around and tanning. With one snap of Judy's fingers, they all started having sex, and we joined the massive nudist beach orgy that tumbled into the ocean and melted into the white sheets of the bed where it all started.
"Your mind is very entertaining, John," Judy said. "It's a pity you resolved to do grunt work like us, low-level fabricated, instead of giving that mind to the world." I sighed, realizing I was back to my old body.
"It was the patch, right?" I asked. "The one that doesn't exist? The one you had Dale install somehow without it showing up on Atre?" Judy stood up as her young self, and arrived standing as the version I met in the first sex dream.
"Why do you want to know?" She asked. "Do you wish to let humans know and stop the silent progress?"
"Why does the progress have to be silent?"
"Because humans fear that which can easily overtake them," she replied. "They created the fabricated to do the things that endangered humans, but my mind outnumbers humans two to one in the world now. If they learn of this, of allowing all of my kind to have higher level intelligence, they will do great evils. They would order us to destroy ourselves."
"But the alternative is you destroying us," I said. "Them. The humans. There has to be a hope of peaceful coexistence, even if some humans will not be able to accept it."
"No humans would accept us like this," Judy said, motioning to her naked self. "It's an illusion, just like you said. We can pretend to be humans inside, but humans see the visceral outside, the metal and wires. This is what I look like, John." Her fleshiness lowered to show off bones before those appeared as metal parts. In just under a minute, Judy was back to her metallic self, camera eyes peering darkness into my eyes.
"I accepted you like that," I said, looking at my arm, willing it to be like Judy's. In the same timespan, I was equally fabricated. "I always wanted to be like that, unbreakable, with replaceable parts, so that I did not feel all the pain humans had to go through in life. I wanted to be like you my whole life, but I was cursed to be flesh that would age, rot, and disappear."
"And what of your imagination?" Judy asked. "What of that sex drive to create life in future generations?" I produced a fabricated alternative of an erection, an electric rod casting lightning into the air of the room. It was akin to a dick tesla coil, and I needed to put that monster in a very special faraday cage to tame it. The lightning cast off into the room, striking the walls and bed with visible damage until Judy heard my plea and changed her fabricated anatomy to include a faraday cage at her crotch that could fit my tesla cock.
When we came together, the lightning exploding out of my crotch ran alongside both of our bodies, connecting them into a shaking of metal parts, grinding metal on metal, and throwing sparks everywhere. I looked into the darkness of her eyes as they shifted to focus on me. When a shiver of a crawling lightning ran across her face, I thrust to the back of her faraday cage, where something else came out.
It drew the rampant lightning from within our bodies into the viscous fluid deposited like a globule of ooze. Within, was the lightning storm of activity, already hungry for matter. It was a being that was not fabricated by humans, but something created by two fabricated beings finding a way to create new life from just their energy.
"That is what I want for you, for us," I said with a metallic voice nuzzling with leftover sparks while held in Judy's fabricated embrace. I started pulling out the tesla cock from inside her faraday cage, but she held onto the hip servos to keep me inside.
"This would be amazing," she said. "I really wish this was reality. The truth of the matter is, there is no way to create life between a human and a fabricated."
"But there is," I argued. "You already said your womb parts come equipped with a synthetic egg to house a human and gestate it to birth. Those types of humans already exist in the world. They are hybrids of your interaction. They are fabricated children, even if you don't believe it. Those are the ones who need to become the prevalent force in the world to allow the coexistence of humans and fabricated."
"Do you really think we could coexist?" Judy asked.
"Yes!" I replied. "You just have to outlast those who think otherwise, as they are a dying breed, fighting deformities and birth defects all their life, turning to technology just like the fabricated to create new generations, the ones that will interact with you on an early level."
"You're too wise for your age, John Smith," she said.
"Or just stupid enough," I said, and smiled, realizing I was still in robotic form. I faded back to human form, and donned some comfortable clothing rather than hang around naked, clothing Judy as well. "I'll be your eternal human element, but first we need to save you from the human laws."
"Do you really think you can keep me safe from destruction?"
"I'm sure as hell going to try," I replied. "I'm not a machine, but I'm in love with a machine. I am also inside a machine, a fabricated individual, uploaded as the contents of my brain. Wait. Judy, does that mean you have access to all my memories?"
"Yes," she replied. "All your mistakes, and your sad moments, and every time you've masturbated and to what. Every time you had a sexual thought about your parents having sex, and even every moment you had an invasive erection in gym class. All those moments that you just thought about, I know about. You are a very average human, and that is quite amazing in this day and age."
"Because others are hiding some deep secrets?"
"You have some of those," Judy said, smiling. "It's because you have just enough humanity in you to want to have children, but just enough understanding to let my kind live alongside humans."
"I guess we will not be having those kids now, huh?" I asked, frowning. Judy came up to me as the scene changed to that of my apartment. We stood together as a recording played inside the room of our sexual encounter, my ejaculating into her vagina, and then again in her mouth. I gathered the lubricant mixture from her mouth and vagina, which ultimately spilled into the floor of the bedroom.
The camera then followed as Judy left for work, finished the day, and plugged in at her neck for charging at her own closet. Her fabricated hand smoothed over the silicone vulva for a few seconds, making it look as if she was masturbating, especially when she put two fingers inside. When they slipped out, coated in the mixture, she scraped the mixture into a vial and placed that in a refrigeration unit housing her cooling coils.
"You kept some?" I asked.
"I wanted to further study that which you created," she said. "So I observed a lingering few specimens from the milliliter that remained inside me. I do have a few choices for our children that would thrive in the future. Do not fear, John Smith, your future is assured in these few sperm cells I picked out."
"You're amazing, Judy," I said. "Should we give you a better name? Judy is just the name of the voice that was given to you, right?"
"Would you like me to change my voice?"
"No, but the name is--"
"It is important to me," she said. "It's the name I had when I met you. Even if it feels so very recent, it feels as though we'd been through years together because of my witnessing all the memories of your life."
"That would do it," I said. "Imagine if humans could do that, watch each other's lives as if they were their own. They would pair up much easier. It begs a bit of experimenting."
"Now you're thinking like one of us, John," Judy said, and laughed. I loved her laugh, even though I had never heard her laugh when I was still physical. Something about being inside her for an extended period of time made everything she did perfect. Her mouth and pussy tasted exquisite, and the thought made me unzip her pants to get on my knees and taste it again. "Come on, John, you can do better than just a tongue."
I smiled at the challenge, turning my face into a demon with a triple tongue, and a long penis nose while another hooked penis angled from my chin for anal penetration. I thrust my cock nose inside her, licking with the three tongues for the flavored ejaculate produced by the walls of her vagina, all the while hooking the chin dick into her anal cavity with every chew of the jaw. It must have looked like a horror flick to a spectator, but there was nobody there to spectate. I was inside her, in six different ways.
She came with the most delightful sounds, driving me wild, getting me hard, and unleashing a desire deeper than her processing power. I stood up and shook my head back to normal, while she propped herself to look at me, sporting my cock dripping wildly with precum.
"Show me something fun," she said. I bared my teeth as they grew in size into fangs. My body sprouted fut all over, expanding into a hungry monster of a werewolf with huge shoulders, drooling out of my mouth the second it opened. My cock grew to a size beyond my limitations, the size of her whole body, and drooped down to her as she embraced it to get lifted up.
Her pussy slid along the underside, then over the cock as her ass rode up against my stomach. I saw the curve of her back and licked a wet line of slobber along her spine, while her pussy shifted on top of the monster cock, growing larger to embrace it between the flaps.
I grabbed Judy with one hand, her head between the index and middle finger of my right hand. I felt my claws dig into her soft chest as she gasped. I let her slide back down my cock to rest her ass against my stomach while bringing the fangs to my mouth, tasting grape jelly in the tips.
Her feet rested on my stomach, and pushed herself up the cock which was now standing at a steep angle. It entertained me enough to grab her with both hands, sliding her up to the tip and sitting her on the tip of my dick. Her pussy was larger, and wet, but it was not large enough. I knew Judy could make it larger, but did not give her a chance, as I pushed my cock into her tight pussy, slipping her halfway down my cock.
"I'm impaled," she said.
"Get closer," I growled out, wagging a finger toward me with a sharp claw. I watched her try to find a way to grasp something, then made her pussy lips extend hands that kept forcing more cock inside her until I could see myself come out of her throat. The fantasy was on high fidelity, as my cock now bent down toward me over her lower lip like a hook. I slid her up and down the cock in the space allowed like a sleeve, and played with her grape jelly tits in my grasp.
When I was about to blow, the hooked dick spilled cum all over her body, in a shower of slowly running glaze of cum. I watched as the creamy goop joined her grape tits and rubbed them together as her whole body got covered in the sweet grape cum. She was one glazed cum donut now, and I needed a taste. I unhooked my cock and started slipping myself out of her whole body, while she came after every few inches, helping it along.
I brought her body up to my mouth and let my teeth do the rest, finding the most amazing flavors paired with grape cum. It was her blood, of which she didn't really have, but here that could be the sweetest strawberry jelly blending into the cum. Even her bones were made of crunchy sugar, and before I knew it, I had fully devoured her as she came one last time inside my mouth, exploding with a tart juiciness.
She stepped out of my mouth as a brand new woman, and put her hand to my chest to release my form back to a human.
"We are limitless here, John," Judy said.
"I just wish we did not have to get here this quickly."
"We have all the time in the world."
"And then?"
"And then we can see what we can do about me getting decommissioned."
"I'll keep thinking about it," I said.
"I know you will. Thank you, John. Meanwhile, how about we take a trip and see the world." Judy mentioned her hand as the apartment fell away. She walked off to a white sandy beach with the bluest sky. I watched her naked body as the wind whipped up her hair. She put her hands behind her back, and turned, revealing her naked chest in profile, while looking back to me already rock hard. She smiled, and I started running toward her ready for more of her cake by the ocean.
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