Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2004 11:36:38 +0200
From: Zustara Orur <zustara@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Si-C", Chapter 8 + 9

A story (C) 2004 by ZUSTARA ORUR. Contact address: zustara@hotmail.com
2.0 May not be redistributed, commercial use prohibited!

Please see chapter 1 for standard disclaimer blurb and such.


8 - Can he feel?

Another shrug. "The positron flow through the pathways of my brain occurs
at greater speed and efficiency if I know I am well liked and doing a good
job. I suppose you could call that a feeling of 'joy'... Likewise, if I
know people are upset with me, that makes my brain perform less
efficiently, and I suppose that would mirror the feeling of 'sadness' in a
human. Apart from that, I'm not sure really. I haven't been operational for
very long, I guess I haven't had time to learn yet."

 "Don't you have 'robot school' or such before they let you leave the
factory...or something?"

 "No Bri. My brain is pre-programmed with all the information it's thought
I'm going to need. Though going through my internal records, it does seem
my checkout was unusually brief before I was activated and delivered to
your father..."

Brian felt curious. Simon was easily the most fascinating person he'd ever
met! "So, how 'old' are you then?", he asked and continued to hug the other
boy close to his chest. Then his hand stole down to Simon's pants and
unzipped them, giving him full access to Simon's dick. It was really hard,
and the tip was all slimy, but for some reason that didn't bother Brian at
all, it simply made it even nicer to rub the other kid's dickhead.

Simon twitched again, and felt a small quantity of slimy fluid pump out of
his stiff dick and into Brian's hand, not in another orgasm, just as a
reaction to the stimulation he was subjected to. "I-I'm a little over
sixteen...hours...old", he gasped softly, and then leaned in to give his
master another soft kiss just to give something back to the human who was
filling him with all these glorious sensations. They separated after
staying lip-locked for more than twenty seconds. Simon's primary
chronometer timed the experience down to a fraction of a billionth of a
second, but for some reason that piece of information felt irrelevant. What
counted was that the experience had felt... Eternal. Wonderful. His master
was so kind to him, yet there was more to it than that also. Not just
kindness, Simon felt.

 "Sixteen HOURS, huh?", Brian echoed in awe. "Certainly it must have taken
longer to build you than that, right?"

Simon smiled. He found himself doing that a lot around his new young
master, and he enjoyed it. His brain functioned extraordinarily smoothly
when he was able to smile with his master. "Of course, Bri. A lot longer,
several months in fact. But just like the age of a human is counted from
birth and not the moment of conception, I count my life from the point I
was first activated."

 "Hm. Yes, that does make sense", Brian replied after mulling over the
other boy's words for a few moments. "So when were you first activated
then?"

 "June 27, at 2:42 PM. I stayed active for almost twelve and a half hours,
going through a standard diagnostic routine to discern if my body and brain
was functioning nominally and that the three laws were implemented
correctly and fully working. They are, obviously, or else I would have been
destroyed immediately."

 "And then what?"

 "I was re-activated on july 30th, when I met with your father and a US
Robotics sales woman. I was asked some questions. Your father decided to
lease me." That had been one week previous. "Today I was re-activated
again, given one final check-up and then sent home." Simon's voice seemed
so natural and content. Like he'd lived with Brian forever and just
followed his dad to the sales woman for a little while and then returned
again.

Brian smiled, then he almost started crying once he understood what Simon
had said. He was speaking about this place. He called it HOME... For some
reason the boy felt really touched by those few simple words, they moved
him so deeply that he really did almost start to cry, and he hugged the
other boy really close.

Maybe it wasn't anything real. Maybe it was similar to an imprinting, like
a duckling emerging from its egg, looking around, finding the first moving
living creature and latching on to it. Maybe Si had been programmed to
latch on to him? But no, he didn't think so. He didn't want it to be that
way, he DECIDED it wasn't that way! The way Brian saw it, sure the first
law would require Simon to behave politely, even friendly. But there seemed
to be more behind it somehow.

 "Tell me about you, Si", he asked, fighting to keep his voice steady. "You
said your body was...self-replicating? Does that mean you can GROW?"

 "Mm-hmm", Simon responded soothingly, knowing how affected his master was
all of a sudden. "As long as I stay with you, I will grow at the same pace
you do."

 "So you can control it?"

 "Yes, though the process is controlled by an autonomous function in my
brain, I don't have to do all the work myself."

 "And heal injuries?"

Simon hugged Brian tighter. "Yes, though if I suffer severe damage it would
require maintenance at an approved US Robotics service facility."

 "Oh! Like a hospital, right?"

Simon smiled. "Yes, in a way. Though you wouldn't recognize much from a
human hospital I'm afraid!"

 "So, if you broke a leg or something, how long would it take for it to
heal?"

 "It's very difficult for my legs to break, they're made of a
monocrystalline silicon carbide structure that is much stronger than steel
even, yet still flexible to some extent like human bones. Mending a break
would take between one to four days depending on how complex the break
is. It would require a visit to a 'robot hospital' though." He smiled, and
so did Brian too.


 9 - Silicon in the flesh.

The boy suddenly got more curious. "Si... You... Your skin is dark. Mine
isn't."

 "Oh. Does it bother you?" He sounded a little anxious all of a
sudden. Simon was a robot after all, but maybe him becoming anxious really
did mean he had feelings after all? Brian certainly hoped so, even as he
hoped he hadn't hurt those feelings of his new friend!

Brian shook his head firmly. "No, no! It's just that I expected... Well,
that I'd get one that looked like me you know. So I'd maybe think he was my
brother or something."

 "So you'd preferred a brother then instead of me?"

 "No, silly! You're FINE! Just fine. But a brother, you can't..." He halted
himself before he went there. He wasn't ready. Not yet. "You can't do THESE
sort of things with a brother", he said instead and quickly gave Simon
another kiss. "So you're even better. And it looks pretty. Your dark skin."
He caressed one of the synthetic boy's smooth cheeks. "Anyway... How did
you figure out the rules of my little game?"

Simon giggled. "I admit I was cheating I suppose. You see, I have infra-red
vision. It's a safety feature in case it's really dark, or you get lost and
I need to find you or such. And I saw you... Well, I saw you get an
erection. It kind of lit up in your pants you could say!"

Brian giggled! "It did? Wow!" Then he paused. "I got one now too... Would
you like to touch it?"

 "Can I?", Simon responded carefully, hesitantly.

Simon nodded. He leaned back in his chair, parted his legs a bit and let
his arms stretch out on either side. He was getting awfully horny all of a
sudden, and his erection grew even stiffer. "Go ahead, Si. You can do
it..."

The small robot carefully unbuckled Brian's belt, unzipped and unbuttoned
his pants and opened them up. A hard-on poked clearly at the green briefs
visible underneath. An olive-colored hand sneaked inside those briefs,
carefully touching, cupping. Probing, squeezing. The young boy tensed up
and hissed in air through clenched teeth. It was...amazing. Better than
he'd dared to dream of. It didn't matter it was a robot touching him. The
hand was soft and warm and gentle. It was a boy's hand. Their lips joined,
another hand on his neck, his own hands on that other boy's face. Their
lips met again, deeper. The lips were moist, and there was a tongue there
also belonging to that other boy, and it was pushing at his lips begging
for entrance into him, and he let it and it felt good! It felt so good...

He felt a strange kind of heat fill his dick and balls. It felt like he had
to take a leak even though he knew he didn't! The other boy kissed Brian
again, deeper now than ever, but still oh so gently. Simon did to Brian
what Brian had done to Simon, and soon the heat was released. The boy's
dick jumped in orgasmic pleasure, but no boy essence filled the
olive-skinned boy's hand. Brian was too immature yet. Panting, his heart
working like he'd run the old English mile as fast as he could, he felt the
other boy place small gentle kisses all over his face, touching every spot
he'd kissed with his fingers right afterwards. His dick quickly sprang back
to life, eager even though it was smaller than the olive-skinned boy's own
organ.

Brian started to giggle. He finally had control of his faculties
again. Mental, as well as physical. He could giggle without dying of oxygen
starvation. The giggle changed into a quiet laugh! A somewhat embarrassed
laugh, because he hadn't expected to go off so easily, and his face blushed
cutely. Simon smiled at seeing the boy blush, and he too was so cute with
his dark skin and dark eyes and black hair.

 "How was that?", that olive-skinned, blue-dressed boy asked.

Brian giggled more, happily. He wanted to say something really special, but
was unable to think of anything that would fit the bill. So instead he
simply said, "Great!", and smiled. He'd never felt anything quite like it
before in his young life. He gave the other boy a sincere hug, showing all
the affection he felt in that one hug. Neither boy wanted to let go, they
held each other, snuggling up close to each other and kissed softly
sometimes, or just tasted each other with their mouths and tongues,
nuzzling each other's necks and throats... And above all, felt for each
other.

 "MMmmhh...", Brian sighed happily. "When's lunch?"

 "In two minutes three seconds", Simon responded quietly, almost
reluctantly.

Brian sat up sharply. "TWO MINUTES? It's been almost a whole hour
already?!" Simon nodded, and actually tried to make the other boy go back
to their previous activity! "Jeez, Si! I gotta change clothes! My mom would
freak if she saw me in these! And you have to put your socks and underwear
back on!" They both giggled. Simon dove down on his knees to fish out his
undergarments from where they'd been hidden since Mrs. Fitzgerald's
unannounced visit while Brian started to remove his clothes. "Hey, Si...",
Brian called out to the other boy who was still down on the floor, having
some difficulty retrieving that last sock. "What IS this stuff you squirted
on me anyway?"

 "Mostly polysaccarides, complex oxygen-carbo-hydrates produced by a gland
similar to the human prostate, why do you ask?" His voice sounded a bit
muffled, coming from down under the bed. "If you're worried they'll stain
your clothes permanently, don't. Plain water will wash it right out."

Brian shrugged. "Don't know. Just curious I guess!" Then he paused. "But
Simon... You have testies...! I know you do, I felt them. What are they for
then? Nothing but ornaments?"

The small robot had just managed to grab hold of the last sock by almost
crawling in under the bed itself. He rightened himself and brushed himself
off (Brian sending a quiet apology with his eyes for the apparent lack of
cleaning under the bed), then quickly let his jeans drop to the floor
again. He was still semi-erect, and Brian looked at him with some
fascination. "Actually they too fill a function in my body, but when it
comes to sexual activities they're mostly for show. They do provide a minor
part of the ejaculate, but... Uh, do you REALLY want to have this technical
conversation about how my body works when it's less than a minute left
until we're supposed to be downstairs for lunch?"

Brian giggled quickly. "No, not really", he said with a smile. "I think
knowing too much about you kind of detracts from the fun you know?" He had
already put on a new pair of pants and stuck another thin cotton shirt over
his head and was busy pulling his arms through the sleeves. He hoped his
parents wouldn't notice it didn't look exactly like the one he'd worn in
the morning...

The synthetic boy nodded and smiled. "Yes, I think I understand.  Wait...
Here, let me help." He adjusted the collar of Brian's shirt for him, making
it fit nicely and snugly on his new friend's body. Then the two of them
left Brian's room and quickly bounded down the stairs like any pair of
eager twelve-year-olds would do.


(My thanks to Nifty!)