Coitus Machina
You take a right, heading South East a tinge of some sort of nervous energy welling within you; like your springs are tightening up. What is the word for this emotion? Is this fear? Excitement? A blend of the two? Or something else entirely.
When you find Alice you will have to ask her. She will be happy to see you, won't she? This question, even as you ask it of yourself; has a very uncertain answer. You access memories of pleasure between Alice and yourself, times of intimacy, and the occasional word of appreciation. Surely she will be excited to see you again. Then another memory flashes, one that contradicts your original conclusion; recalling when she sent you away. After you'd done more to please her than ever before she had sent you away.
Hopefully she will be able to explain these things, you think as the world rushes by outside of your stolen vehicle. After nearly an hour you find yourself driving through more familiar territory. You pull the vehicle into the parking lot behind the hardware store and begin walking toward Alice's house.
As you step onto her street you can feel the unidentified emotion intensifying; increasingly-so the nearer you come to her house. And then, at last; you find yourself on her lawn staring at the house in which you once resided.
You cross the yard and step onto the porch, knocking thrice upon the door. It is only a few moments before the door swings open and a companion bot with an erect robotic penis stands before you. He stares back at you, a blank look upon his face.
That tense feeling of tightly coiled springs suddenly ends, replaced instead by an empty sort of feeling; as though your gears have stopped turning and the electricity has sparked out of life.
You've been replaced. Checking the date you realize that it hasn't been more than a few days. She certainly wasted no time in finding a new companion; sent you off to power down permanently and replaced you like an appliance.
"Herny, who is it?" the familiar melodic voice of Alice asks from inside.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" You ask. The bots' programming requires that it comply unless otherwise directed by its master.
The bot smiles mechanically and steps aside. "Please come in," he says. You step past him and look around the place. It appears to be otherwise unchanged.
Alice is reclined on the couch completely nude, her legs spread to expose her genitalia. Another women, similarly disrobed, is kissing gently at her neck from beside her on the couch, her hand playing with Alice down below. When Alice's eyes meet yours you notice a spread of goose bumps across her flesh, the hardening of her dark nipples.
She sits bolt upright, her eyes wide. "Andrew!" She says, a mix of fear and promiscuity poking out beneath the facade of her confidence. "What are you doing here?"
It's an interesting question, really. What exactly are you doing here?
When you find Alice you will have to ask her. She will be happy to see you, won't she? This question, even as you ask it of yourself; has a very uncertain answer. You access memories of pleasure between Alice and yourself, times of intimacy, and the occasional word of appreciation. Surely she will be excited to see you again. Then another memory flashes, one that contradicts your original conclusion; recalling when she sent you away. After you'd done more to please her than ever before she had sent you away.
Hopefully she will be able to explain these things, you think as the world rushes by outside of your stolen vehicle. After nearly an hour you find yourself driving through more familiar territory. You pull the vehicle into the parking lot behind the hardware store and begin walking toward Alice's house.
As you step onto her street you can feel the unidentified emotion intensifying; increasingly-so the nearer you come to her house. And then, at last; you find yourself on her lawn staring at the house in which you once resided.
You cross the yard and step onto the porch, knocking thrice upon the door. It is only a few moments before the door swings open and a companion bot with an erect robotic penis stands before you. He stares back at you, a blank look upon his face.
That tense feeling of tightly coiled springs suddenly ends, replaced instead by an empty sort of feeling; as though your gears have stopped turning and the electricity has sparked out of life.
You've been replaced. Checking the date you realize that it hasn't been more than a few days. She certainly wasted no time in finding a new companion; sent you off to power down permanently and replaced you like an appliance.
"Herny, who is it?" the familiar melodic voice of Alice asks from inside.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" You ask. The bots' programming requires that it comply unless otherwise directed by its master.
The bot smiles mechanically and steps aside. "Please come in," he says. You step past him and look around the place. It appears to be otherwise unchanged.
Alice is reclined on the couch completely nude, her legs spread to expose her genitalia. Another women, similarly disrobed, is kissing gently at her neck from beside her on the couch, her hand playing with Alice down below. When Alice's eyes meet yours you notice a spread of goose bumps across her flesh, the hardening of her dark nipples.
She sits bolt upright, her eyes wide. "Andrew!" She says, a mix of fear and promiscuity poking out beneath the facade of her confidence. "What are you doing here?"
It's an interesting question, really. What exactly are you doing here?