Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2013 21:22:21 -0800 From: borischen <borischen (at) zoho (dot) com> Subject: Love and the Robot (LATR) chap 1 Introduction This is mecha-love futuristic explicit gay-sex tale. Set far in the future, follows the life of a successful 32 year old business manager/engineer as he decides to be like the rest of the world by getting himself a pleasure cyborg. A robot of his design. Now he'd have to explain the presence of a human-like machine that was with him day after day without admitting that he had a mecha sex slave, and was into gay sex with a younger man too. This short story expected to be complete in January 2014. Most updates made weekly on Wednesday evenings. Some of the chapters to this story are locked. You must 'follow' me and be registered as an adult to see them. Thanks for reading and sending your comments to: Borischen at zoho dot com. Boris Chen, Yuma, AZ 'Love And The Robot' by Boris Chen. Copyright 2013. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 1 The idea started long ago, back about 2080 after the drone wars. But only became legal in the USA two years ago. Since then everyone trying to make a buck has gotten into the pleasurebot business. There's two parts to the business, manufacturing/software and sales. The biggest companies own the retail stores people go for pleasure. Some go there for simple sexual fulfillment some go because they're lacking something in their lives, like physical contact and affection. We all had our reasons for going. In my case it was the memories I craved. I saw on the news-wires it was the most common reason for joining one of those places. People wanted something, some sexual fulfillment that could be remembered while masturbating alone or with someone who otherwise didn't 'fill the bill.' These machine were very lifelike. They had their own TV show too. Like the game show called The Dating Game, their program pitted one young shapely female against three male suitors. Her task was to ask questions trying to figure out who was mecha and which one was human. If successful she won the dream vacation for both of them for a week. It was actually just a 30 minute Robco advert. I wanted the memories for those times I was alone so I could replay it in my head with my eyes closed, dick in hand. I also wanted sex at home on my terms and my schedule which was a bit much to expect from another human. I think I also wanted some companionship but I needed that on my terms which would be a lot to expect of an actual person. In the elevator I used my device to order a cab to the front door of the condo building. Thirty minutes later we were almost to the mall. The cab signaled right, pulling to the curb in the taxi drop-off area by the mall entrance. We're here already? This whole thing is happening much faster than I was psyched up for. Stepping from the cab I walked across the area just outside the entrance. Fashion Valley Mall here in San Diego was the first in the southern California to get one of these stores. I had reservations at the Robco store to order my cyborg. In this economy they have lots of daily openings. Most people do these online. I preferred the human touch. This was the new tech, some people call it cyborg, some call it mecha. The Mormon church management called it an abomination. These things are machine inside but human flesh, muscle and hair outside. Over time the technology developed to replace human parts with mecha parts. These 'people' are not alive. They have no soul only a computer. They have a nuclear power plant inside which powers human organs and skin. They can eat and salivate but must dump tanks after each meal. I hear it's something you never want to witness or smell. They also have batteries for power storage since the nuke plant isn't enough to maintain all functions during peak use, like fucking or running. The malls today are a trap. This one is no exception. They employ lots of technology to track and snoop into your head. Before I walked inside, I put my device on 'airplane mode' to avoid them tracking me via the signals in my device. I wore Stealthspecs to hide my facial identity and block eye grabbing 'personalized' ads. I have nothing and everything to protect. I'm making a huge purchase today and I don't want the bad guys to know I have means. The augmented reality glasses blocked all ad signs, fixed or moving. Sign spinners at intersections looked like a blur with the augmented reality glasses on running AdBlockerVisual. This place was supposed to be near the huge Amazon store. I walked for about five minutes before I saw the logo on the sign over the door. The place is about the same size as a large restaurant. It's divided into salesrooms, experience rooms, and technology rooms where the cyborgs are serviced, and stored. I'm destined for the salesroom this trip. Behind the desk was a very handsome young man in a suit, perhaps 30 years old. In a place like this it always makes you wonder if the employees are mecha or human, but today it's considered rude to ask (in polite society). The custom is to self identify within a few minutes of your meeting. After scanning the birth ID chip (BIC) in my right forearm I was greeted by name then escorted to a salesroom. Inside the room was a glass top desk, a terminal, a stack of paper forms and pen along with two chairs. Each side of the desk had a monitor. The man from the front desk left but returned moments later handing me a tablet computer with an order questionnaire. This is where I first really gave thought to why I came. The purpose of this app was to customize my cyborg, there were some pretty personal questions I had to answer. This was the first time I actually had to document my preferences and share them with another person, sort of like a coming-out. There were some huge privacy implications. My lawyer assured me this chain had the best record for protecting privacy. On the very top I saw my serial number was already inserted but my name wasn't anywhere to be seen on the form. There was a stylus in the slot along the side which concealed itself when the pen was removed, nice feature. I smiled as I pulled the stylus into my left hand. Leaning back making myself comfortable I started working on the design form. My preferences were: male, late-adolescent (17, 18, 19 appearing). Caucasian (75%)-Asian(25%) mix. olive-pale white mix color skin. red lips, thicker, more Asian shape. more Asian type nose. black hair, straight, several inches long. black eyes under full wide eye brows. non descript ears laid back against the head. average neck, not too long. ample shoulder muscles. somewhat V-shaped torso. slightly muscular in the chest. flat stomach, no washboard abs. plain shallow inny belly button, no fold or ridge around the rim, just a gentle sloping round hole about the size of a pool cue tip. Smooth bottom and sides. tight-firm legs but no big muscular show. Slight pubes with no progression above the pubic patch. slight fuzz in the armpits, no scent there or in the groin. ample balls, smooth, hairless sack. Pale colored, not dark meat. matching color dick, four inches soft, seven hard. Nice rounded head, classic helmet shape, head same color as the lips and nipples. He'd be a cum shooter too. Average orgasm of nine spurts of four inches to three feet. He would be able to salivate, pre-cum, cum, and piss. odorless feet, long toes, good arches. Smooth bottoms. flat red large diameter nipples, tiny teat in the middle. Nipple skin loose enough to lift up by gentle mouth suction. When stimulated the optional female-type teat can extend from underneath for breastfeeding action, which is the reason for ordering extra wide nipples in the first place. I clicked on two inch diameter, relaxed size. weight, 130lbs, height 5' 9' Name would be Kevin. At the bottom of the form was the <PURCHASE> icon. I paused briefly considering the $57,000 price tag. Some of the extra cost of mine was for customization and rapid delivery. There were much cheaper models that you rented in the store or a hotel, the generic factory designs. This store had about thirty of those. Just the thought of sharing a cyborg gave me the creeps. Especially considering this model was well within my affordable range for a toy. I didn't go to ten years of college to be sharing a cyborg with some faceless mall pervert coming by for a quickie, no matter how well they got sanitized for my protection. -+- Within 45 seconds of clicking on <PURCHASE>, my watch buzzed letting me know I had a message. Probably from the bank. The door opened, in came a different guy, in a pin stripped suit, smiling dark haired man about 45 years old. He introduced himself as he took the seat on the other side of the desk from me. With a few clicks on the glass desktop (one of those projected keyboards polarized so nobody else but him can see) he logged into the computer. The monitor on my side lit-up to show a slowly rotating naked 18 year old man, their idea of what I was ordering. Within seconds Kevin was depicted getting on a school bus, then riding a bicycle on a suburban sidewalk, then on a skateboard in a park making some trick moves on vertical ramps with his hair blowing behind him in the wind. Then he was shown asleep in bed wearing only white briefs with a pile of dirty clothes on the floor - a game terminal paused nearby. Next I saw 'Kevin' in the school cafeteria interacting with his peers in school being vulgar and sloppy eating lunch and trying to make a friend blow milk bubbles out his nose. Next I saw Kevin trying to do homework in the library, head on his palm as he read a boring European history text on the screen. The stylus dropping from his hand as he struggled to stay awake. Lastly I saw him getting into a worn-used, rusty 2040 Ford Falcon driving somewhere with this stereo blasting but mostly well behaved behind the wheel. He drove to a small house, looked like California. Palm trees, one pine tree in the front yard. He entered the kitchen door, across the room, down the hallway to his room, same one I saw earlier, laid in bed, plugged a cable into the back of his head, laid in bed and became still. Then it hit me, this is really just a cyborg! Despite all the natural behaviors and looks, he was not alive, just mecha. But he was also sex appeal on two feet. I was hard and dripping at his appearance. I felt no guilt because sex with a cyborg of any age is legal in North America. At this price I was going to indulge myself. -+- Next, we went over the personality traits. I had to describe behaviors I wanted and didn't want to see. I wanted him to call me by my first name, not 'dad'. I didn't want any arguments that became loud but we could discuss and disagree and change our minds and be flexible with each other. He was to be able to eat a little. He should only charge in his room or at places I approve. Kevin cannot have any friends over I did not pre-approve. And other cyborgs must be identified as such immediately. No more swearing than twice a day in my presence. He was to be a good student type but have a taste for new and somewhat exciting things. Kevin was not to be a big risk taker, no sports aside from some skateboarding with gear on. No religious preferences, no phobias, fast learner, forgiving, and most of all he was to be wanting sex daily and be slightly aggressive. He was to act as if casual nudity at home for either of us was to be the norm. And he should be as devoted to me as a good dog would be, willing to give his life to protect me or my relatives. Theft proofing and privacy protection would be enabled, and he would not gain any weight or age at all. He'd also arrive with a valid California drivers license, although I don't even own a car. With a handshake my order was accepted and approved. Shipping date was for three weeks, delivered to the store. On July first Kevin would be ready to come home. We shook hands again at the office door. Out into the mall I was barely able to concentrate, thinking how I was going to get this out of my mind on the weekends while I waited for delivery. Walking past the mindless clothing stores I was thinking to myself, too bad real relationships with real humans can't be this easy. I am so delusional. I caught another cab for home, took about fifteen minutes to get a ride. While I was sitting at the cab site I had to deal with two beggars and one homeless woman that stunk like rotting flesh. I kept to myself, like I always do in public. If you don't see them they usually assume you're crazier than them and leave you alone. Once one homeless person acts like you aren't a mark the rest nearby see and avoid you. Sort of like zombies not attacking other zombies. This is the reason why I always dress in jeans when going to the mall, even to a place like Robco. I got home 45 minutes later to stick the SD card into my computer to review what I'd ordered. I could make some changes to my order for the next 48 hours. He would be built in Japan and shipped in a crate to NA with all the rest of that production bunch. I went to bed so I could access the system in that room, switched the monitor to project onto the ceiling, then laid in bed wanking at the images of Kevin on his skateboard with the wind blowing the bottom of his shirt up exposing his soft belly button and stomach while other young people made the same attempts. I set it to repeat just that segment over and over. I spunked onto my stomach but smeared it gently around pretending it was Kevin's belly, fell asleep just like that. End of Chapter 1. You can read ahead any time for free at my webpage: www.wattpad.com/borischen since this is an R-rated story you must sign-up as a user 18 years of age or older then Follow me, otherwise Wattpad will hide some of the chapters from you.