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Randi took a deep breath and held her finger poised over the “on” switch. Excitement snaked up her spine as she recalled the morning’s accidental demonstration. So they would just pick up where they’d left off and she’d see what he could do. She stared at him.
His hair was light brown and neatly cut, not too short, but falling just above his ears, which was perfect for the overall design of his face. She couldn’t have chosen a more classic look had she been able to program it. That ability would come later when she began second generation DNA cloning. The physical result lying in her bed was the direct result of pure DNA. She was just lucky the subjects originally selected for sampling were above-average males. This one reminded her of the Greek statues recovered after the cataclysm and on display in the Museum of Lost Civilizations. While donors had traditionally been screened with very high standards, there had been no guarantee how he would look.
With second generation DNA, gene manipulation would assure buyers had at least three choices of facial features and body build as well as hair and eye color.
She remembered his rich, deep chocolate eyes and her heart pounded harder. She couldn’t wait to see how he performed intercourse. Edgy heat twinged between her legs. If it was anything like his oral demonstration then she’d never get out of bed again. Her pulse raced when she tapped the “on” button and he moved underneath the covers.
“What is going on?” He sat up with his erection poking the covers into a tent below his waist. “How did you get dressed so quickly?” he asked and looked about the room. A frown creased his face when he saw the clock. “You turned me off.”
“First day on the job. Remember? Besides, you aren’t human—yet. So for now you need to do as I instruct.”
“Like a fucking robot?” he clipped.
His response shocked her. “Hey, watch that language, I didn’t program you with that vocabulary.” She recalled he’d used the word that morning, too. Her pulse quickened as she recalled exactly how he’d said it.
“I am a fast learner. You used the word when you dropped the remote.”
“Well, delete it from your data banks.” She snapped back to the present.
“I do not think so. I like the word. It can be used as a curse word, a word of exclamation or I can modify it, like this morning to say, ‘I want to fuck you, Randi.’ Which I still do.” He jerked the covers away and swung his feet over the bed to stand in front of her.
“Your programming is going to need some adjusting, so follow me into my office.” She turned to lead the way, but his fingers closed around her wrist, making her drop the remote to the floor.
“Not just yet, love. I am going to fuck you first.” He picked her up and lowered her onto the bed.
“We really need to work on the command matrix,” she giggled as he peeled the silk stockings down her legs before she could sit up and move away. “Hmm…no panties,” he smiled and hastily unzipped the snug skirt, tugging it from her.
“You’re programmed to obey my commands.”
“My first mandate is to make love to you.”
“Like I said, we have some programming issues.”
“First, I am going to kiss your pussy. I so enjoyed licking you there and sucking on your clit. Then I will fuck you until you scream. After that, you can adjust all you like,” he chuckled and began unbuttoning her blouse. “You are so beautiful, Randi. Are all women of your time this lovely?”
“You’re not programmed to have any concept of time lapsed from when your donor was alive.”
“I know, but I do have a mind and I’m learning to use it.” He lifted an eyebrow.
“What?” Her heart stopped beating for a brief second before continuing in a frantic pounding. “What did you say?”
“You designed me to be intuitive with nanite focus on the brain. That aspect of my programming is working really well, by the way.” He let his hands glide over her breasts, dipping between them and caressing with featherlike strokes over her abdomen.
“You’re cognizant? You know you have a mind? The ability to think?”
“Um…” He trailed the back of his hand to her pussy and brushed the labia. His groan was deep and low. “I really love your pussy, Randi. Your taste is the sweetest one I know.”
“You don’t know any other taste,” she panted, trying to resist the heat rising with each stroke.
“I have your taste forever embedded in my memory.” He smiled and pressed his fingers past the fleshy mounds.
She tensed when the pads of his fingers touched her swollen clit. Her breath lodged in her throat. Somehow he knew exactly how to touch her. A startling thought drew her mind away from the way his hair felt threaded between her fingers as he lowered his mouth to her pussy. Did he really have a mind?
A searing sensation raced to her pussy, drawing her breath from her when he fluttered his tongue over her clit. She tried to think in clinical terms and assess his performance but when he gripped her hips and tugged her closer to his mouth, all thoughts of assessment fled. His tongue flicked an urgent beat that drove her pulse into a chaotic drumming in her ears. God, he made her feel so good!
How could her world have survived without men? Heat coiled and rose up her spine, spiraling in waves as he brought her closer to release. She wanted it to last but also burned to reach climax. Waves of heat rushed over her and the orgasm burst free. She cried out, digging her fingers into broad shoulders as he moved over her, spreading her legs to receive him.
“Not now,” she gasped, “I’ve just come. I’ll be too tight for your entry.”
“I’m equipped with a self-lubrication mechanism,” he said and guided himself to her opening.
She tensed as the tip of his cock probed her tightened opening.
“I didn’t build that into your make-up,” she said, trying to recall such a program.
“It’s all natural,” he grinned.
Randi’s muscles stretched with the warm liquid easing his entry. Could that be pre-cum? Impossible. Her mind raced with the implications. She lifted her hips and marveled how he felt inside her—certainly better than Dan the Man. Who was she kidding? Dan the Man didn’t have the flexibility or the flesh texture that flinched under her touch. Dan the Man couldn’t speak or think.
“I love fucking you,” he whispered in a low sexy voice that made her want him again.
Her lips trembled, but she couldn’t push any words past the excitement tightening her throat. His mouth covered hers. Soft but firm. Opening her mouth to receive his tongue was natural. She twisted it around his, marveling how natural it felt to be making love to him.
His kiss was deep and tasted hot and so different from a woman’s kiss. It was spicy and male. All male. When he tugged free, she didn’t want to release his lips and whimpered. He lifted onto his arms and pounded his cock into her. Lifting her legs, Randi crossed them around his waist. This seemed to excite him more and he grasped her by the thigh, pulling her into him. Her ears filled with the sucking sounds as he slipped in and out of her opening, but a new sound accompanied it. A sound she quickly learned to love—the sound only a real man could create—the slapping of his balls.
Every erogenous zone in her body sparked to life under his lovemaking. She gripped his buttocks and shoved him deeper inside her.
“Is this what’s called heaven?” he asked and covered her lips in a broken kiss.
Oh yeah, definitely!
Sweat beaded along his back and she ran her hands over his muscles, marveling at the lifelike feel. He was producing sweat! His muscles flexed and he tensed as the orgasm seized him.
Fire roared through her and the muscles in her pussy clamped around him. His groan melded with hers as she spasmed under the sudden orgasm, so intense she trembled.
“Oh God. Was that an orgasm?” His hot panting fanned her neck as he buried his head into her shoulder.
“Oh yeah, baby, that was definitely an orgasm,” Randi sighed, shocked by his ability
to climax. Her mind raced with the implication she’d created something more than a hybrid machine.
Chapter Four
It took Randi the rest of the week to finish tweaking his programming. She finished the final upload that would release the last of the nanite thinking processes so his brain could gain more independence and control. It would be a slow process but by the end of two months, she hoped to have his brain controlling all conscious thought, leaving the nanites to control only organ function.
She glanced over at him. He sat motionless in the chair across from her desk, dressed in khaki slacks like the ones she used for Dan the Man and an old-fashioned white dress shirt. She smiled at the antiquated style of clothing, thinking it was appropriate for her renaissance man and certainly fit him better than his predecessor.
It felt as though an entire lifetime had passed since that first morning lovemaking. One thing she didn’t have to worry about was his sex drive. Her mouth dried as the last download began.
The new programming would release certain neurological pathways so along with independent thought processes he should also begin to develop a personality. She wiggled her foot, rocking it back and forth as she sat at the desk waiting. She was ahead of schedule. This weekend would be his final test run. There would be redundant tests conducted over the next several weeks as safeguards, but she was confident in his perfection.
Her pulse spiked as she sat studying his overall appearance. Self-doubt slipped past her momentary confidence. She closed her eyes, said a prayer and opened them once more.
After studying the most recent test results she was convinced he was the first step in the evolution of a humanoid male and one day would be capable of procreation. Her breathing quickened. A new lifeform! She glanced at him and all scientific thoughts melted under the growing ache to feel his arms around her.
The memory of his body pressed against hers set her senses tingling. Randi had to constantly remind herself he was a composite of mechanical and technological components mixed with human DNA and that he was a project, not her live-in lover.
The download finished. She gnawed on her lower lip, staring at the holographic monitor.
“Now to see just how human you can be.” Her voice shook as a beep sounded from the program and he began the rebooting process. His eyes fluttered, yet didn’t open. Glancing at the holograph screen projected over his head, she turned back to the monitors hovering over her desk. His heart rate remained steady, but when he moved his head and looked over at her, it increased. While it might be a mechanical heart similar to those used in transplants a few centuries ago before genetic healing had evolved, it was responding just like a human heart.
Good.
The readout for his lungs was perfect. Oxygen maintained at one hundred percent.
She stood from the desk and walked over to him.
“Randi?” His voice was deep and sliced through her as though she was melting butter.
“Hello.” She bent down in front of him. “Just sit there a moment, okay?”
“Sure,” he replied and gripped the arms of the chair.
“Relax.” She stroked his forearms. “You should know I’d never hurt you,” she said and looked at the monitor above his head. She focused on the readouts while every cell in her body startled to alertness in response to his proximity. It was involuntary and to her surprise the arousal was constant. Heat rushed to her pussy and her nipples ached to feel his lips covering them. She licked her lips and let her gaze travel over his torso, sculpted to perfection beneath the crisp shirt.
“How do you feel?” she asked. Her voice trembled and she cleared her throat.
“I don’t feel any different. Should I?” he asked and lifted a hand to his face.
“I meant inside. How does your body feel?” she rephrased.
“My pulse is pounding, my cock is engorged and growing stiff. I have an overwhelming compulsion to make love to you again. How long has it been? I sense I’ve been unconscious ever since we made love. Did you shut me down?”
The accusatory tone in his voice alarmed her. Once more she had to remind herself he was proving to be more than a robot.
“Let me make a few adjustments to the nanites. Hold on a sec.” She moved to the desk and keyed in the codes to bring his sensory levels down. “How’s that?”
“I still want to feel my dick inside you. It’s such a wonderful sensation, the way your tight pussy closes around my cock and draws me inside you. I’d love for you to sit on top of me and ride me hard,” he said with a lazy smile lifting the corners of his lips.
Fire licked her throat. Oh yeah, his ability to express his wants and desires was becoming exceptional. Gone was the properly spoken computer grammar. He now spoke like a human—like a man.
“We’ll get back to how you feel in a moment, I-I promise,” she stuttered. The need to kiss him taunted her. Anxious heat rushed to every sensitive area. It was difficult to concentrate with him so close.
“By your scent, I can tell you’re aroused and ready for me,” he said and stood to unzip his pants. His cock tumbled free from the confining material, erect and throbbing.
“Oh, ah…” She didn’t know what to say. Her mind went blank with only one thought. Tackle him. She wiped her hand over her eyes. “We need to wait. You need a name. What about Randall or—”
“William.” He extended his hand. “My name is William.”
She almost laughed out loud at the vision he created, standing there with his cock stiff as a board while formally introducing himself.
“It’s nice to meet you, William.” She rubbed her hand over the back of her neck. “Could you please put your penis back inside your pants and zip them up?”
“I don’t understand. Your body’s responses tell me you’re ready to receive me. Am I incorrect?”
“You’re correct, but there are a few things I must do first.”
“Foreplay? I recognize an update to my programming. Let me access that application.”
“What I need to do is fine-tune your sensors, William. I’m curious, why did you pick that name?” she asked.
“It’s my name,” he stated and grunted as he zipped up his pants, tugging them closed over his cock.
“I think it suits you. Do you know what you are, William?”
“I’m a man, Randi. You’re a woman. I’m here to serve you any way I can. Which is what I was attempting to do. Pleasing you is my only reason for existence. That means giving you pleasure however you desire through sex, food and romance. I cook all your meals, take care of your home and whatever you need of me, I willingly give.”
“Good.” She let her hand stroke his arm. So far the programming was working, but had she redirected the nanites too much? Was he too independent? Too aggressive?
His skin was warm beneath her fingers and had she not known any differently, she’d have sworn he had stepped out of the pages of history.
“What do you want?” he asked, letting his stare travel down her body.
Okay, that male assessment of her body was not part of the programming, nor was the spark of intelligence that just flashed over his dark eyes.
“Let’s start with the basics. You sensed I wanted you to make love to me. How were you planning on accomplishing that?”
“I seem to know all sexual techniques guaranteed to please a woman. Didn’t you like how I demonstrated my abilities the other day?”
“Oh, I liked it, William. Would you mind sitting down over here near my desk so I can make a final adjustment?”
“Not at all.” He moved and waited for her to sit down first.
She smiled, pleased by the old-world gesture. She couldn’t recall if it was part of the initial Response to Female programming. She was excited beyond her obvious sexual arousal. He was demonstrating possibilities that exceeded all of her expectations.
“What do you like most about making love, William?” she asked.
“Why not ask me what I like most about being ali
ve, Randi?” he laughed. “Do you expect me to separate various aspects of our lovemaking for analysis?”
“What?” she gulped.
“I can’t do that, Randi. I look at the art of making love as one continuous process, not defined by individual acts.”
“Okay, you see, that’s what I wanted to accomplish with these adjustments. You should be experiencing quite a few new thoughts and emotions. And what you just said had the romantic overtones I wanted.”
“You programmed emotions on a neurological pathway, I see. Do you want me to review these and then test for authenticity of emotions? I mean, real emotions, not these false ones in the program?”
“False?” She was ecstatic. “Not only are you cognizant of the technology operating inside you, but you’re integrating with your conscious mind. You recognize your own emotions as separate from those of the programming.”
“Of course I do. Just as you would were you suddenly invaded by a bunch of nanites. So what’s your intention with this emotion programming? Are you trying to make me more human?”
“Well yes, William, that has been my intention ever since the men in our world all died.”
“I understand. While you do seek to provide the females of your species with a male to attend to their needs in order to be happy and healthy, you also desire a companion. Even…love.”
“Love? In an ideal world perhaps,” she said, blushing under his intense stare, “but right now I’ll settle for less robotics and more romance and human reactions. Now, hold still.” Satisfied the nanites had released control of his thought processes, she keyed in the codes that would grant him complete control of his mind. His body stiffened as the nanites received the infrared transmission.
“When the download is finished, William, the nanites will need to reboot.”
“I understand.”
The program finished and he closed his eyes. His body slumped back into the chair. The heartbeat on the screen continued, unlike previous reboots when all bodily functions shut down. She pulled up another screen to check the data and sighed with relief. The first stage of transformation from nanite control to organic was successful.
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