by Selena Kitt
It doesn’t seem to register with him, he’s still worried.
“I think you should know that it has happened before, “ he says. “And I would urge you to see your own doctor and have it confirmed.”
He actually seems serious. And when he’s serious, he’s so believable he makes me doubt myself.
“All right,” I agree, just to get it over with. “I will. Meanwhile, I should get back home. I got things to do.” I get to my feet.
“Yes, I’m sure you do. I will assign you an escort. I want you to get home safely. You’re my responsibility now.”
I glance at him sideways. “You just attract responsibilities like a magnet, don’t you? And no, I’m not your anything. Not yet, anyway. No escort.”
He thinks deeply. “You must try to understand my position, Aithan. If you really are pregnant, then you’re carrying a prince or princess. An heir to the throne. I can’t let you run around unattended and defenseless.”
That pisses me off. I can do whatever the fuck I want. And now, I want to leave. I grab my jacket.
“Dude, prince or not, you can’t start running my life after a casual hookup. And that pregnancy thing of yours is just ridiculous. Maybe it works on your planet, but here on Earth, it just seems weird.”
I make for the strange, invisible elevator. “It was nice to meet you, Brax’on, and I enjoyed last night. But your day-after manners need work. Goodbye.”
He just looks at me, very pensively, looking more alone than ever. The intensity in him makes me want to escape.
I descend fast down through the alien spaceship, seeing no one.
At the bottom level, there are some aliens and even some Earthlings saying their goodbyes.
And I’m relieved to see that Deliah is there. I walk over to her, trying to seem nonchalant.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” she says, and there’s a thousand questions in that one word. “Enjoy yourself last night?”
“Yeah,” I say evasively, “it was nice. How about you?” I peer at the alien she’s saying goodbye to. He’s larger than Brax’on, and he probably has a more conventionally pretty face, but he’s not a prince.
“Sure,” she says and waves at the aliens as we leave the spaceship and walk into the bright and fresh morning. She’s still miffed, but I’m feeling much better now. Damn good, in fact.
I almost laugh from happiness. A couple of Itherians saunter out of the spaceship after us, probably wanting to do some sightseeing on our planet, which has to be very alien to them.
“Deliah, I have to tell you something funny,” I say. “You won’t believe what that prince said to me...”
The End
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The Robot Women of New Hetényegyháza by Sergio Palumbo
“Sex should be friendly.
Otherwise stick to mechanical toys;
it’s more sanitary.”
quote by Robert A. Heinlein
It was that kind of warm, dry weather that you could briefly experience even in May, and in that moment you might consider yourself lucky to finally be free of winter with its sudden bouts of freezing rain that began to hit the ground in October, bombarding the region until early spring while frequently bringing the temperatures below zero.
Since the mid-2060s, few countries in the world had experienced such extensive change as Hungary. Following the events of the previous centuries that had finally brought the whole land to freedom, the political system had worsened again for 30 years. It had eventually shifted another time from a new dictatorship under the rule of the only party allowed, with all of its bloody murders that had almost diminished the population to half of the previous amount, before returning to a multiparty republic. As a matter of fact, corruption had always been present at the time of the previous rulers, the same as it was now; the full democracy they lived in nowadays had simply made corruption – both moral and economic - spread even further, and reach the deepest recesses of modern society everywhere. But wasn’t moral corruption and greed two of the typical traits of any full democracy, after all? The same power and wealth that made a man capable of completely attaining anything he wanted, also let his darkest wishes become true, allowing them to be put into practice.
Didn’t everything have its price, anyway? If you could just pay the right amount and head for the right location, everything became possible and you could finally get the satisfactory experiences and great pleasures you desired, truth be told. This was what Imre was telling himself while walking towards a building at the end of the street. His very small and extremely expensive holo-phone-watch displayed the current time, 10:30 PM, while the darkness of the night had already started completely enveloped the entire whole zone in shadows. In fact, the only light in the dim section of town came from the many colorful lights and showy advertisements that were all around – signs dangling from the roofs, signs hung along the walls or appearing at the designated time in the middle of the main road nearby, in order to attract the attention of the customers which greatly lacked in that part of the old town of Kecskemet, anyway.
The man did run his right hand through his short fair hair, then narrowed his light eyes and looked ahead. Dating back to 1368, and having always been situated at an important trading route, that town of Hungary lay halfway between the capital and the country’s third-largest city. Its center was very ancient, endowed with more modern outstanding Art Nouveau palaces that held several exhibitions by famous artists. But the portion of the urban area known as New Hetényegyháza – where Imre was walking now – had only been built recently, a mere 60 years ago, and was filled with many modern though unimportant buildings that were new in design. As of 2150, a very homogeneous population of 200,000 residents with a large Hungarian majority lived in this part of the country.
Settlers from neighboring villages had sought shelter in this section of town during the old Turkish invasion, and the place now included the shops of those who had come here to find safety. With a land that was roughly the size of the state of Indiana in the United States, most of the surface in Hungary didn’t exceed 170 feet, as its moderately high mountain ranges only reached 260 feet and covered less than 2 percent of the whole country. This town lay between two of the three major geographic regions: the Great Plain, that stretched east of the Danube River; and the Transdanube, a long and uncultivated expanse full of hills that was west of that river, extending to the foothills of the Austrian mountains, and was mainly known for its characteristic local liquor which was a most celebrated beverage.
People didn’t live badly here around, but only a few individuals that you saw in those streets had the status to purchase the luxury items or the stylish jacket and costly chestnut trousers that Imre wore. Buying the latest styles was the prerogative of higher-income groups- even under the favorable economy of that period - and he was one of these lucky individuals. Anyway, there were not many reasons to stroll through these dark alleys at this late hour, as the man was presently doing, unless you had a peculiar purpose in mind. And this was exactly what Imre was well aware of, undoubtedly, the same as he knew very well what his destination was...
During the day he worked as a manager at a respected project that aimed at the renovation of power stations, refurbishing them to comply with the nation’s energy rationalization progra
m, and that had made him a rich man with a substantial annual income. Since he was still in his forties, he considered himself to be young enough to be willing to truly taste the best things in life, and to indulge in some practices that others would find prohibitive because of their high price tag, certainly.
It was strange to think that his father had been a lowly painter and that Imre now earned - in one month - six times what his dad had earned in a full year. Now the walls of his large house were full of paintings from the best local and international artists - he had bought them while on vacation in the British Isles and North America. So, you could assume correctly that he was a follower of good art, and in a way it was a very peculiar form of art that he was planning on tasting and enjoying that night - or so he liked to think every single time he came here.
Past a corner, he reached the point he was searching for, and he immediately recognized the typical features of the tall gray building where he had previously set his next appointment. Looking down at his hands, the man was surprised to discover that he had been clenching them, as the trepidation of the moment and the thought of what he was soon going to experience, again, left him full of expectation.
Stepping out of the elevator, the man found himself on the eighth floor of the building and quickly heading for the red wooden door on the left - where he was expected. When he announced his presence, the door opened wide and the young woman that appeared past it welcomed him in a sort of icy, collected short-term smile that perfectly displayed how calm and cold she was. This was exactly how she had to be, Imre considered, as there was no other way that she might behave, certainly.
The furniture looked fundamental and very modern, and the only windows on the walls appeared to be completely sealed, as if it was to keep out the icy cold of outer space while maintaining the appropriate oxygen level inside.
“What is your identification number?” he asked her, with a curious look.
“TB-N8,” was the only answer she gave him, and the tone of her voice sounded as if it came from far away, or from who knows where.
Once he had taken his first steps into the room, the man removed his expensive dark gray coat and revealed the suit jacket he wore underneath which was new and very tasteful, undoubtedly. The woman didn’t say anything else, simply leading him to the bedroom that was next to the entrance. Inside was an amazing bed shaped like a metallic box using innovative technology, housing a light at the center with another glowing blue light at the base, and a large water mattress to simulate the weightlessness of space. For the comfort of it, you might control everything including your bed’s movements. In the middle there was a small pod-like table featuring a sphere which could easily be closed to save space. A reddish physics-defying couch, with a soft upper cushion that seemed to be hovering over a small base using magnetic force, was positioned along the opposite wall. It looked like the perfect place to rest and be thrown into dreamland after a long day at work.
Imre was immediately satisfied with what he saw before his eyes. The man stood patiently as he slowly examined the young woman’s features: she was several inches taller than him, but that was exactly as she had to be. Every male customer would certainly find her pleasing to look at. She seemed to be motionless, skinny, pale, her hair appeared to be many thin dark lines that dropped from her head and reached her shoulders like a still waterfall, actually. There was no sweat on her face and a peculiar metallic light color covered her arms and the portion of her legs that was visible at present.
She wore a sexy sleeveless stretch knit blue dress with a golden holographic panel and gleaming foil accents, ornamented by means of copper boot toppers and belt. In a way, the young woman seemed to be stuck in time and her delicate appearance made a man think she was frail or weak, despite the metal that made-up part of her body. Some plates also seemed to hide portions of her skin along her legs, arms and face, but it wasn’t really so, of course. She was attentive and ready to respond - in fact she was only waiting for his orders to act and move accordingly, as every creature like her was programmed to do.
Having the appearance of a female robot, also called a fembot, with the characteristics and anatomy of a woman, she stood still, like one of those very strange and silent crowd artists wearing some cyborg-like costume or other showy outfit resembling or pertaining to the human form that you could spot from time to time along a main street in town. Standing in her subservient-like posture, the mid-body section displayed a small waist like a slender super-model’s, and her polished reinforced knees surmounted those metal plates that were connected to the foot shells at the end of her high-heeled boots, which let you see a little wiring that was supposed to make walking possible. Her hands were endowed with long fingers likely meant to house the mechanisms that were used for stroking, unless more specific and precise actions were requested. Her rear view looked wondrous, the same as the front, and her perfectly shaped lower back and bottom demanded all of a man’s attention insomuch as Imre found it difficult to avert his eyes for some time. With all those thin hairs her head seemed to be a little oversized, in a way, but it wasn’t. Most of all, it was her enchanting light blue eyes with all those complicated and intricate textures and great details, that made you really believe that the project itself had gotten close to perfection, as they could undoubtedly, entice you to imagine they were real. And maybe they really were...
“Touch me...” the man said abruptly, and immediately the other stretched her arms toward him and caressed his chest. He leaned over and grabbed her slender wrist while eying her. However, no true feeling or emotion seemed to cross her eyes, and no true interest was displayed by her for him.
“You can undress yourself...” Imre uttered in a low tone. So, she pulled the neckline of her dress until the buttons released the textile that covered the parts of her figure that weren’t covered in metal applets and polished joints, and it fell like rain past her shoulders to the floor, revealing the skin on her nude breasts and lower body. The man admired her features with a visible satisfaction that could never be kept hidden under his unadorned face. Now things began to get hotter and there was nothing at all that could interfere with the passion between the two of them.
“Now put your hands around my shoulders...” he ordered. While she did as requested, he thought about how he felt so satisfied in those arms the color of light metal, that were bent exactly as he wanted, and that kept absolutely motionless – which was what he deeply desired at the moment. How could things be any better? She moved and behaved precisely as she was programmed to, according to his wishes, following any thoughts that came to his mind during that night.
“And you can lie down on the bed...” Imre told her afterwards. She remained quiet and simply collapsed into his embrace, as ordered, then she laid staring at her male human partner with wide eyes. Soon after, the man simply and very quickly removed his clothes, revealing his broad completely hairless shoulders, and climbed on top of her, doing with her as he liked, without being bothered by the conventions of good manners anyway. After all, the greatest opportunity of such sex practices was their complete lack of limitations. If you could imagine it — or if any of your wishes came to your mind - you were simply allowed to do it.
He lovingly explored her mouth, kissing her deeply, then he caressed the incline of her breast, pressing his lips hard down on her skin, without ever warming her senses back to life, apparently. They made love and the man bustled about doing his best, until the fierce sensation spread through his entire body. While the outside of the robot-woman looked metallic, partly cold and still, the inside of her proved to be warm, receptive and inviting, truly pleasing, for sure. That sensation just hardened his manhood more and more. His eyes looked down at her body, the tiny curves of her breast, her flat stomach, sloping hips. Common real women appeared vulnerable naked, but it wasn’t her case, as she might not be completely nude because of those metallic portions she still had along her arms and legs which weren’t ornaments, but looked like parts o
f her body that you just couldn’t think someone was ever allowed to remove, not even for some maintenance reasons from time to time.
As things became more and more passionate, TB-N8 didn’t seem to react or to be pleased at all. On the other hand, she didn’t fight him, and didn’t show any sign of dissatisfaction. Actually, how might she ever do that? Fighting back wasn’t in her programming, nor was it in the preordered way of behaving she had been previously instructed to perform.
When it finally seemed as though his more exaggerated gestures and the urge she had felt in his mind had passed, the man stopped suddenly. He stretched out her arms and legs on the bed while remaining next to the robot-woman, pressed his back against the sheets and silently held her wrist. TB-N8 didn’t react, again, and remained close to him, with a strangely peaceful expression, as if nothing had happened, or if she wasn’t truly in there with him. It simply didn’t matter, in a way. At least, not to her...