Date: Fri, 07 Feb 2014 16:29:59 -0800 From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com> Subject: Love and the Robot Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Several more weeks went by with our routine habits becoming more established. So far I was very pleased with his design and performance. My only regret so far was that I could have requested a longer penis, but that was only after having Scott's in my mouth a few times. But if Kevin was ten inches he would be almost impossible to hide in anything but very loose clothing. As the weeks got closer we discussed the trip to Amarillo and our cover story. He seemed ready to go, looking forward to seeing another part of the country aside from just in pictures and video online. By now he fully understood what my employer does and what I do at work. He's read books on acoustic design, filtering, waveform shaping, resonance, and human perception of sound. I feared he might take over the company with his knowledge on the subject. There was a special event planned for family on our arrival at the plant in Amarillo. The reception included a full volume test of our theater system outside the plant in the testing amphitheater dug into the ground behind the plant. I've seen the demo before. They shatter glass, blow out fires, and simulate a very close-in lightning strike and it's accompanying thunder clap. Like I said before, we're the only company that makes a sound system that can rival mother nature. That performance comes with a hefty price tag but theater owners are often ready to pay the price to draw audiences. Sometimes for these demonstration shows they also reproduce the sound of Niagara Falls, and the launch of a large space rocket as well as a low flying passenger jet. While the lucky young Mister Slone sat in demonstration shows outside and inside, I sat in conference rooms listening to boring speakers, watching power point shows of a new amplifier line they are releasing this summer in time for the holiday movie releases, a bunch of disaster films recorded to be shown in theaters with our logo on the outside wall. Each night we stayed in a hotel by a golf course country club on the north-east side of town not too far from our 1,000,000 square foot facility with warehouse and shipping under one roof. It was a straight shot from our place to Interstate 40 to the south about ten miles. The first night we were too tired and jetlagged to do anything except sleep. I plugged him in to both cords before I went to bed. We messed up the second bed just to make it look to housekeeping like we weren't sleeping together being registered as 'uncle and nephew.' ---- After the third day they held a banquet on the factory floor which was optional. Kevin had already toured the inside parts of the operation watching how our fifteen foot tall sub-woofers cabinets were built and the design theory behind them. Boy did I get an earful from the plant manager on our fourth day about questions Kevin was asking about our designs on our mid-range cabinets in front of about 100 family and project designers. I heard one of the design team was offended but others were intrigued by his comments on the forward placement of the rigid dome speakers in relation to the edges of the cabinet were too close to the acoustic wavelength of a lower harmonic of the design frequencies the speaker was made to reproduce. Essentially, with his bare eyes at a distance of 50 feet from the cabinet, he noticed a big design flaw in the cabinet. I guess the team was filming the presentation for later use as employee training video and ended up transcribing the encounter between the design team and the audience of moms, kids, and fathers of the employees, like me. "Uh, Sir, I have a question?" He said raising his hand. "Yes, Mr Slone I think it is, you're here with one of our amplifier design engineers from San Diego. What can I do for you?" "Didn't you say the design spec of this cabinet was 400 to 3000 hertz?" "Yes, that's correct." "With the potential sub-harmonic in the range of two hundred to fifteen hundred and the wavelength at those being in the realm of 100 to 1250 millimeters, wouldn't that put the cabinet edges about right at that distance? I'm just saying but from where I'm standing it looks like the sides and top would be pretty close to that." "Uh... You're Robert Slone's nephew, right?" "Yes sir, I am." "I'll have your uncle explain this to you after today's class. " He said rubbing his chin, face turning red, as he stepped away from the podium and out the door. A rather loud group chuckle came over the crowd in the room as the family members sat unattended in the employee training auditorium near the front of the facility. After about ten minutes of loud conversation, people walking over to meet Kevin and shake his hand another man in a suit walked hurriedly in the room to assume control over the show and conclude the powerpoint presentation. They were discharged from the room to board a waiting line of buses to take them to dinner at a restaurant in downtown Amarillo for their final full day at the factory. Late that afternoon the engineer who was leading the lecture called me into his office wondering if his comments were a set-up or WTF was going on. I assured him he was just a kid, albeit a smart one, asking an innocent question based on the excellent information he got in the lecture, his only sin being that he actually paid close attention to what was being said. I heard about three weeks later the engineer responsible for the cabinet design was laid-off about one week after that incident. I never told Kevin. We had all of Friday off so we headed to the small water park, Splash Amarillo, on the east side of town near the highway. The brochures we got for the family holiday at the factory listed local popular attractions. I took Kevin after we discussed his electronics and water. He said he'd be fine, he was still totally waterproof inside. He seemed excited but I'm not sure if he just likes showing off his upper body or not. We both wore board shorts and tank-tops with lots of sun screen. We did each other's back sides. He must have gone down the one water slide into the pool by the patio at least thirty times. I laid on a recliner watching his beautiful wet body crash into the pool at the bottom each time. He was beaming with joy each time and trotted back to the stairs to start over. I saw him mingling with some other teens on the stairs and at the top and a few times in the pool. They have no idea he's titanium and nuke on the inside! Nobody seemed to notice the shiny spot on the top of his head in the sunshine, most people probably thinking it was just shiny wet skin in the afternoon sun. Since restaurants are a problem for him I usually get carry out and eat back in our hotel room. Tonight I got a medium Pizza Hut thing, he took one small bite and spit it in the toilet, so I ordered coffee from room service instead. He loves the smell of coffee. I think he also likes the warmth. He plugged-in both wires while I was eating. I double locked the door and without asking he took off all his clothes and sat by me at the small table in the corner of our room sipping his coffee while I chowed down on part of my pizza. The remainder went in the small fridge. I had two glasses of wine then went to bed to watch TV, he joined me. Eventually we got moved around so I could nurse on his tits while he laid on his back so we could watch a movie on HBO. I slowly jerked him off while nursing on his large womanly nipples. He extended the one on my side so I could nurse like a baby. It looks weird but it feels fantastic. Robco needs to make them capable of issuing milk from their tits in this configuration as an option. I'd pay extra for that. Something we don't do too often, he rimmed me for about twenty minutes of pure bliss while I held my thighs to my chest, then he rode me hard for another half hour. I know, because I glanced at the clock by the bed. I love watching his chest move when he rides on top, he is such a thing of rare beauty and boundless energy. Then it was my turn to return the favor. We woke up the next morning still tired, the room smelled of sex still. Something happened during our early morning foreplay we do whenever we sleep together. It's innocent really, some rubbing, holding, kissing, caressing. Someone started it, not sure who, we ended up on the other bed laughing and bouncing around grab-assing, wrestling and laughing. We pinned each other. Nothing got broken but we heard someone in the next room pounding on the wall once. We both laughed at that with our faces buried in pillows. Not too long after we showered we got checked out of the hotel, on the airport bus with lots of other members of our group heading for home. By 3pm we were getting off the trolley across from our building, then walked back home pulling our suitcases the rest of the way. On the trolley we secretly held hands between our thighs so nobody could see but we both knew. We were both getting emotionally tied to each other. For him it may be just software but for me it felt real, he felt real. I realized he'd only have the lifespan of your average dog, maybe ten years of good service while I aged and he didn't except in what he knew and could do. ---- That night I went down to get the mail. The box was crammed tight. There was one for Kevin from the magazine with his contract and his photoshoot appointment for two weeks from today up in Los Angeles. I handed him the letter to open, we shared it on the sofa. I faxed it to my attorney. Three days later he emailed his approval to me with his blessing to sign and scan then email to the photographer. ---- In a suburb of LA called Venice was a city park originally named Ozone Park, re-named for the movie titled Paranoid Park, it was the set for the photoshoot session of ten young men, all wonderful physical specimens all trying to be the official model for this yet un-named brand of high performance, high price skate boards. All we'd see was their logo on everything. This park was picked for the setting, the trees, the ability to do crowd control and the willingness of the local police to help control the anticipated crowds. Nothing was announced locally aside from the try-outs for the model position itself. It was set for all day Saturday. We rented a car and drove there. He spent weeks rehearsing at our local city park. Scott coached him most of the time. Kevin spent 10 straight days from 8am to 4pm on his skateboard and never once got injured, but he did need his padding a few times. He'd be almost unprotected for the photoshoot except for a helmet and shorts, their brand name on both. His shoes too. One week before our trip Kevin paid for a thirty day gym membership and lifted weights after each skate session. He got a bit firmer and a bit tighter in the arms but mostly he got sore. Despite being mecha, he still has humanoid muscles and bones in his arms and legs and skin. His blood is red but synthetic and it still clots but is much slower to form a scab than human blood. We arrived in Venice at 8am after a three hour drive up the coast. We brought a suitcase of stuff he may need. We decided to drive home that night too. He said we could take turns on the way back. I got to be inside the fence with the other family members since most of the contestants were between the ages of 14 and 18. He was number eight of ten by age. The competition wasn't just about skill it was about how you looked with one of their boards in shorts only doing tricks in the air, shirtless but with a helmet on. I hoped they were impressed by his size, fitness and those very sexy huge flat nipples plus his wide eye brows and compelling black eyes. They shot video and stills. There were about ten photographers shooting the contestants with five riders on the track at any one time. We got a break at 11am then again at one pm and three pm. They called it done after we all sat around for about one hour while they examined the original shots in a darkened tent set-up by the park. The producer announced over a bullhorn that they had all the shots they needed, the winner would be notified by registered letter, along with the runner-up. We were sent off in our different directions to find our way to the highway and back south to San Diego. We got home around 10pm after returning our rental car by the airport and taking transit back home. It had been a very long day. I plugged-in Kevin to both wires after he told me he was down to 6% power left. I laid a gentle kiss on his lips as he went into stand-by/deep charge mode. I went back to his room around 11pm after taking a shower and stared at his amazing body. Being in deep standby he would only wake up to pain or a ping until his charge state got above 70%. I leaned over and laid a long tongue lick across one of his tits and stuck my finger into his belly button to check for cheese, it was clean and dry and odorless. Kevin's hybrid skin resists bacteria which keeps him smelling nicer in all those nasty places on humans. His skin is a mix of genetic human and a man-made fiber that resists sunlight and cuts/abrasions/water and signs of wear. Sort of like permanent press skin but it feels like very soft natural human flesh, tastes the same too. I know, I've tried it lots of times. End of Chapter 10. 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