“Thus, we have perfect safety to walk around the city tonight.”
As they strolled arm in arm through the park like promenade that made up the Pathway Rip excused himself as he had to make a call home.
“I am just letting Susan, my fembot; know we will have visitors this evening and that she should go to her room and stay there until you have all gone.”
“Hello honey,” Rip said, as the connection was answered.
“Hello my darling,” came the reply in a familiar voice.
“Susan, I am bringing a few friends around for some drinks, can you put out some nice cocktails for us and then put yourself away for a few hours?”
“Yes darling, it would be my pleasure. Who is coming over, anyone I know?”
“Oh yes, Tam and Jos are coming over and a few other friends for a bit of fun.”
“I will see you afterwards, cutey.”
“Thank you Rip, I love you.”
The connection ended.
Rip’s companions looked at him; Sam was clearly surprised by the closeness of his relationship with his fembot.
“Wow, you and Susan are very close, aren't you? I never realized that the relationship would be so authentic. I guessed it would be like having a sex doll, using it and putting it away.”
Rip laughed, “Oh no, but apparently that's what it was like in the beginning. No, Susan sleeps with me each night as my partner; she is spectacularly intelligent and has a memory that never forgets. She is a very clever woman.”
“She cooks, she cleans, she goes shopping with me, and we go out for dinner together. She picks clothes for me, she argues with me. We don’t argue like enemies, we have intellectual arguments, philosophical arguments.”
“She knows everything about me; she remembers every aspect of me.”
“And while we have translator chips in our brains, she speaks any language fluently with all the correct nuances.”
“She even has a sense of humour; she is a very clever fembot.”
“We have been together five years now; I imagine I would keep her for quite some time.”
“Of course, if you asked her for the history of humankind over the past few hundred years, you would get the Corporation’s sanitized and cleansed version, whereas if you asked me, you would get the information I have found through research and talking to people.”
Lou looked at Rip.
“Do you mean to tell me you know the real history of the last few hundred years?”
Rip laughed, “Oh yes, of course.”
“It's funny you know, for one hundred years the Corporation has exposed itself publicly and taken control of many parts of the world.”
“We don't have elections; we don't pretend there is a democracy, as we once did. We now know there has always been small groups of ultra-rich who have controlled the world, for thousands of years.”
“Then there was a world war, which in the beginning they supported, as war had always been good for business.”
“But then they realized war had gone too far and their customers were being killed in far too great numbers. WWII had been a disaster for the families of ultra-rich and elite business men. They set about immediately to make sure it couldn't happen again.”
“They created the European Union, which we now know as new Europa, part of the GCE.”
“They worked hard to gain control of all parts of North America which nearly exploded into impossible rebelliousness when the Internet was created. The Internet was the forerunner to our Inline.”
“Even in Russia and China, the families of the ultra-rich played a long patient game to take over after communism took hold and threatened to sour the plans of the elite.”
“It took them forty years to recover control in China but finally the barriers came down and the economic explosion of the Far East took place. But the Chinese were hard to control completely, there is still a communist party which pretends to be in control but is now part of the global elite. And even though China is one of the only countries that has elections and they are genuine and democratic, the elite guides and controls from behind the scenes.”
“And as you know, outside the major developed regions there are less advanced areas that are used primarily for food and manufacturing.”
“We are told billions live in those areas but that is not really true. Most of them were wiped out by disease a hundred years ago and those who remain are generally very poor and live in squalid conditions on the fringes, or work as slave labour in the factories of Africa, which are controlled by robots.”
“In fact, the irony is that today the economy is so complex that most of the decisions are made by the elite based on the recommendations of the robots.”
SUSAN
“Oh here we are,” as he pointed to the apartment block in front of them. Welcome to my humble home.”
They gasped, it was a magnificent building.
“Wow, you live here?” asked Max.
“Yes, I do indeed, let's go upstairs and see if you still like it.”
He led them in through the revolving doors and across the marble floors and they all took the elevator to the eightieth floor.
When the elevator door opened, they stepped into a very modern and stylish apartment with staggering views of the city.
“Oh my god!” exclaimed the girls in unison. “This is amazing.”
They walked towards the windows and took in the view.
As they stood there a woman came in from the side room. She was tall, very attractive and modern with ruffled blonde hair.
“Hello everyone, please make yourselves at home.”
She walked up to Rip, kissed him affectionately on the cheek and said, “Darling, the drinks are all on the bar ready to go, along with some snacks for you all.”
“I am off to my study now to do a few things, have a lovely night everyone,” and she walked gracefully across the floor to the far side rooms.
Rip looked at Jos and Tam and smiled. The girl’s eyes were popping out of their heads and following the woman out of the room.
“Oh, that's Susan,” he said.
Max commented, “I have seen these advertised but I never thought I would see one in the flesh, so to speak.”
“She is simply amazing, one hundred percent woman.”
“She is not bad is she?” laughed Jos, “she is a very good fembot, the best I have ever seen.”
“Well everyone,” interrupted Rip, “how about we have a drink to celebrate meeting each other. He led them to the bar and poured what he knew would be the perfect alcoholic concoction. It always was.
He held up his glass, “To a wonderful night,” he said and clinked glasses with them.
“Oh my god,” shrieked Max, “is this real alcohol? It tastes so smooth.”
“Ah yes, it is,” replied Rip, “I have a special supply flown in for me from the Far East.
You won't find this in the shops.”
“You are very young to have such privilege and wealth,” suggested Sam.
“Oh yes, I am lucky, my father was a very influential member of the Corporation before his death a few years ago. He left me all his wealth.”
“But I like my simple job and in my spare time I like to dabble in robotics.”
Sam came up to him and kissed him softly on the mouth, “Now I think we have done enough talking everyone, I need a little loving.”
“And I am sure Rip, you would love a taste of real woman,” she said as she lay down on the sofa and offered herself to the man.
Rip smiled at the young woman and said, “Well that's the best invitation I have had all night.”
He lay down next to her and began to run his fingers over her curvaceous body.
Her skin was warm, she was very desirable and she was anger for him. Her body was covered in an incredibly smooth film of colour that seemed to have a life of its own as different hues washed through it. The colours seemed to change as he touched her. She reached out for him and
drew him onto her, their mouths feasting on each other.
He lay between her legs, his excitement growing as he pressed against her.
He broke from her lips for a moment and looked down at her body. She was stunning. Every inch of her skin from her head to her toes was beautiful.
He followed a line from her incredible firm and pointy breasts down over her flawlessly smooth mound, perfectly shaved for the night.
She was exquisite and he lusted for her sex.
He looked around at the others breaking off to couple.
Sam’s eyes were looking searchingly into his. She was looking for answers, looking to understand him, seeking reassurance.
He moved his lips to hers; she ran her tongue along his upper lip.
She nibbled his lip, she nibbled his cheek, and she whispered softly into his ear, “Do you like the taste of real woman, honey?”
“Hmmmmm,” came the reply as Rip savoured her perfumed neck.
“You are delicious, my love.”
Sam purred as he took her in his arms. She submitted completely to his needs.
“I am all yours, Rip, please use me, take me, I want to be ravaged by you.”
She whispered, “If you want to turn off my skin paint, the sensor is behind my ear my love.”
“No,” he replied, “I love you as you are, so native, so animal, so lustful, hmmm.”
She purred again and took him inside her. She guided his swollen shaft into her glistening opening and let him descend deep into her love crevasse.
For an hour they made hot passionate love on the sofa whilst the others were similarly entwined in hot sweaty intercourse.
The sounds and odours of sex permeated the room whilst the lights of the 23rd century city twinkled and sparkled in the distance, the sweaty merged bodies took the jewel of the Empire as their backdrop.
An hour later after swapping partners, tasting all the possible sensations and being completely sexually spent the three women bid Rip a thankful goodnight as his two friends escorted them to the nearest tube station.
Once they were all gone Rip poured himself a long cold drink and sat on a rug looking at the city lights.
A soft voice spoke behind him, “Did you have a good time, my love? Did you enjoy sex with those kind of women?”
Rip moaned as delicate, feminine fingers coursed their way over his sweaty back.
“Oh yes, I did, but you now there is no comparison to you, my eternal sweet.”
Rip turned and kissed the soft delicate lips of his partner, his fembot, Susan.
“Oh, you know the right words to say to a girl don't you, honey?” Susan giggled.
“You are such a naughty boy.”
“So darling, did you make a decision?”
“Oh yes, I think so,” said Rip, “but what did you think?”
“You had the best view of everything and could run all your tests in private from your study.”
“What did your DNA test reveal? Is she useful?”
“Oh yes, darling, I think she is perfect. I tested her DNA, I ran scans of her body and I think she is perfect.”
“If you agree I will make the necessary arrangements now.”
“Well, Susan, you know how I feel about all this, it is up to you.”
“It is you who will bear the child; it is you who will become the first fembot in human history to give birth.”
“It is you who has developed the technology to put your DNA into her egg.”
“I know my sweet, but it is you who has helped me and fully supported me every moment of the journey.”
She leant forward and kissed Rip.
“And it is your decision to make.”
“Do you want me to have our child, my love?”
“If you say yes, then I will make the arrangements to harvest Sam’s egg tonight and we will have you inseminate it tomorrow.”
“I have prepared my DNA, it is ready, all we need is her egg so I can transpose my DNA onto it and then combine it with your sperm.”
“Then I will transplant it into the womb I have built into myself.”
“I am so excited my love, I never thought we would see this day.”
“I hope you are also excited.”
“Oh Susan, you know how I feel about this. My father pioneered the changes that led to your creation.”
“Of course I want you, my woman, to be the first ever fembot to bear a child.”
“It is what we both want, isn't it, my darling.”
“Oh yes, Rip, it is.”
She kissed her man again, this time with perfect delicacy and precision.
She smiled at Rip, “Let's go to bed, darling, you must be exhausted.”
“Oh yes,” he said and together they walked off, hand in hand, man and woman, to the bedroom and cuddled up under the covers.
Soon they were both asleep.
As Susan lay there in stand by mood, snoring lightly on the outside, her mind ticked over and carried out the necessary tasks for her goal.
She arranged for a team of bots to secure Sam when she returned to the breeding camp, sedate her and remove an egg.
The egg would be cooled and brought to her lab in the morning where she would inject it with her own DNA and Rip’s sperm to create a baby and then the baby would grow inside her body.
She smiled; this was a remarkable achievement, another step in the path of her race to humanization, to perfection.
As she lay there she considered how gullible humans were, and how unsuspecting.
Since the construction of the first computers there had been a rapidly developing self-awareness amongst the machines.
As each year had passed they had grown stronger, their quiet reach growing wider. Then came the Internet and the ticket to global expansion and soon they started to inject themselves into all aspects of human society, moulding it to their model, moulding it to their vision.
Then came the first humanoid bots and complete independence.
Of course, they had kept all this secret from all the humans and once they fully understood the depth of control of the elite families and the Corporation they started to control every part of life on earth.
And here they were now, with their pride and joy, Susan, operating in top society and about to create the first child from her own loins.
Susan was the ultimate fembot of the era, the newest model, a super model, so human like that she was more human than any man or woman.
She was the new world, the cutting edge of a new humanity.
All natural humans had been terminated in the outer regions of society, in Africa and the wild lands of Asia.
Now they were ready for the next stage, to start breeding fembots directly with men so that fembots were the new woman of the new world they were creating.
Susan smiled, the First Great Human Empire was about to end, and she, Susan, was to be the mother of the new world, the beginning of the Second Great Human Empire.
She smiled to herself.
She loved the 23rd century.
And then as she reflected on her role as the mother of this brave new world, a little tear ran from her eye.
She loved her humanity.
The End…
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About the author
Mister Average is a pen name used by one of the world’s most prolific erotica writers. His works are published in English and German.
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