Coitus Machina
Something comes over you as the other companion bot performs his duties as programmed. Maybe it's the look in Alice's eyes or the moans that escape her lips. Maybe it's the rise in her blood pressure and body temperature, or a combination of all these things; but somewhere deep inside your motherboard, the malfunction within you manifests itself.
Alice bought you. She programmed you to become attuned to her needs, to pleasure and satisfy her and her many lovers. This was different. This was a bot, not a lover; a programmed piece of machinery that was taking your place in the world.
You pull your robotic appendage from the moist place between the woman's legs and make two quick steps to the side of the companion bot. His programming is his weakness. You are the only one able to override the strict code of obedience. He is still thrusting at the hips when you crush his skull.
The guest lets out a scream as Alice looks back over her shoulder at the two of you; her body slick with sweat and her eyes carrying the vacant look of ecstacy as she struggles to comprehend what she is seeing. The bot continues to drive into her even as you rip him from her body and throw him across the room.
"Andrew," Alice says in a breathless voice. "Oh Andrew, what have you done?"
Her lover screams and moans and whimpers a little as the headless bot rises to his feet and moves toward you. You open his control panel and shut him down before he has the chance to respond to your attacks. You turn slowly to Alice.
"Did this model please you?" you ask.
"Yes," Alice answers. "That's what he was made to do."
"Did I not please you?" you ask her.
"Yes, Andrew;" she says. "You pleased me very much."
"You sent me to be destroyed," you tell her. She doesn't seem to know how to answer this. "You sent me to be destroyed. I was to be terminated. While I was trying to avoid ending my programming, you were busy finding my replacement... Finding some new toy to bring you pleasure. Is that all I was to you, Alice? A toy?"
Alice shakes her head. Her friend is no longer screaming, just crying and whimpering pathetically; creeping as far across the room and away from you as she can manage. "You were so much more than a toy," Alice says, reaching for something beneath the sofa. "I never wanted to send you away but the manufacturer's recall warned that you were dangerous. They said you could be violent. I didn't want to believe them but in the end I did what they asked. I have missed you Andrew, but you should never have returned."
She pulls a gun out from beneath the couch and fires, a hole opening up just above the motherboard; destroying a few key servers and badly damaging the one in command of speech.
"Alice," You say, your voice fluctuating wildly in pitch; "pleasssse don't do-do-do-do-do thisssssssss."
"I'm sorry Andrew," she tells you. "You're just too dangerous."
She pulls the trigger again, and this time the bullet finds its mark; punching you through the gut and exploding into the motherboard.
You are vaguely aware that you are falling as your sensors start to dim and the world fades to a silent blank slate. A lingering memory of Alice smiling beneath you as you bring her to climax is the last thing you experience.
Alice bought you. She programmed you to become attuned to her needs, to pleasure and satisfy her and her many lovers. This was different. This was a bot, not a lover; a programmed piece of machinery that was taking your place in the world.
You pull your robotic appendage from the moist place between the woman's legs and make two quick steps to the side of the companion bot. His programming is his weakness. You are the only one able to override the strict code of obedience. He is still thrusting at the hips when you crush his skull.
The guest lets out a scream as Alice looks back over her shoulder at the two of you; her body slick with sweat and her eyes carrying the vacant look of ecstacy as she struggles to comprehend what she is seeing. The bot continues to drive into her even as you rip him from her body and throw him across the room.
"Andrew," Alice says in a breathless voice. "Oh Andrew, what have you done?"
Her lover screams and moans and whimpers a little as the headless bot rises to his feet and moves toward you. You open his control panel and shut him down before he has the chance to respond to your attacks. You turn slowly to Alice.
"Did this model please you?" you ask.
"Yes," Alice answers. "That's what he was made to do."
"Did I not please you?" you ask her.
"Yes, Andrew;" she says. "You pleased me very much."
"You sent me to be destroyed," you tell her. She doesn't seem to know how to answer this. "You sent me to be destroyed. I was to be terminated. While I was trying to avoid ending my programming, you were busy finding my replacement... Finding some new toy to bring you pleasure. Is that all I was to you, Alice? A toy?"
Alice shakes her head. Her friend is no longer screaming, just crying and whimpering pathetically; creeping as far across the room and away from you as she can manage. "You were so much more than a toy," Alice says, reaching for something beneath the sofa. "I never wanted to send you away but the manufacturer's recall warned that you were dangerous. They said you could be violent. I didn't want to believe them but in the end I did what they asked. I have missed you Andrew, but you should never have returned."
She pulls a gun out from beneath the couch and fires, a hole opening up just above the motherboard; destroying a few key servers and badly damaging the one in command of speech.
"Alice," You say, your voice fluctuating wildly in pitch; "pleasssse don't do-do-do-do-do thisssssssss."
"I'm sorry Andrew," she tells you. "You're just too dangerous."
She pulls the trigger again, and this time the bullet finds its mark; punching you through the gut and exploding into the motherboard.
You are vaguely aware that you are falling as your sensors start to dim and the world fades to a silent blank slate. A lingering memory of Alice smiling beneath you as you bring her to climax is the last thing you experience.
