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Part 00000010
 
Two Years Later

"They're ready for you, Michael," the principal said walking into the
room.

Miss Smith did not bother to hide the edge of contempt in her voice.
Anyone else my age would have a hard time recognizing her disdain, but I
was no longer someone my age. I turned to stare at her. AriaX moved so
that she was looking at Miss Smith over my shoulder. The principal could
not bear the weight of our stares long.

"I volunteered for this, Miss Smith," I said pleasantly. "If you prefer, I
can un-volunteer."

She sniffed angrily. The offer was sincere and it would mean her job to
accept it. I didn't think she would hold to her political principles,
although I found it educational to give people the choice.

"You and that thing are abominations," she whispered too loudly.

Her eyes widened fearfully as her hand shot to cover her mouth. I smiled
and shook my head slowly. AriaX and I walked past her without making eye
contact. We walked to the classroom and entered. There were about thirty
of my grade-peers seated inside. I heard Miss Smith slam the door shut as
I moved to the front of the room.

"Good afternoon, classmates," I said sounding more confident than I felt.

I was chosen to be the first X-23 male to attempt changing public
perception of our program. My X-23 brothers agreed that the tide of
conservative assault on technological advances was a danger to us. The
politicians succeeded in making robots the bogeymen of our society to gain
and stay in power. My brothers and I had the advantage of being able to
plan past the next election, so changing the views of our age-peers was
our method of cracking the dam. I could almost feel the attention of my
brothers as I studied the kids in the room.

A few of the ones that knew me nodded or waved; some looked angry at
having to be there. Everyone's eyes glued to AriaX as she jumped onto the
table and crossed her legs. I favored semi-transparent clothing putting a
healthy amount of AriaX's feminine charms on display. I waited for the
class participants to focus on me after they got their fill of AriaX, if
that was possible. Certainly in the last two years, I had failed to glut
myself on her.

"You're probably wondering why we're gathered here," Miss Smith said.

There were nods from our audience.

"Think of it as show and tell," she said brightly. "Mister Summers and his
pet..."

"Don't push it, Miss Smith," I interrupted.

"Excuse me!" she said angrily.

I raised an eyebrow at the way the audience emboldened her.

"Don't... push... it!" I repeated subtly stressing each word.

She straightened to her full height and looked ready to blast into me.
AriaX rotated her head like a laser cannon until her eyes pointed at Miss
Smith. The principal froze; she was probably remembering that sitting on
the desk was one of the most sophisticated recording devices ever created.
Miss Smith crossed the line in the waiting room and to do so again would
have only tightened an already suffocating noose around her neck.

"Take a seat, Miss Smith," I instructed and waited for her to do so.

"Farking cold, colonist!" one of the guys in the back exclaimed joyously.
"Farking cold!"

I shook my head in amusement.

"How did you do that?" he asked.

"Do what?" I replied.

"Make Miss Smith heel."

I winced glancing at the subject of our exchange. She was seething but
subsided when she noticed AriaX studying her again.

"I think we should start at the beginning," I said turning back to the
class. "Does anyone know why we're here?"

"Show and tell, like Miss Smith said," an annoyed male voice said from the
back.

AriaX and I tilted our heads recognizing the speaker. I never quite
figured out if AriaX adapted my mannerisms or if I picked up hers; most
likely, we were imitating my mother.

"Yes," I replied. "Since I am excluded from many of the rules that apply
to you, I thought you should at least know why."

"Like NiS?" a female voice to my left asked.

"Yes," I said. "Like Naked in School."

"Too bad," she responded. "You're cute. Seeing you walk around naked for a
week would be fun."

I smiled at her.

"Why aren't you in NiS?" she asked gaining confidence from my attention.
"I thought it was mandatory for all public school students."

"By federal law, an X-23 male is classified an adult," AriaX announced.

"What!?" Robert, the annoyed male voice in the back, exclaimed.

"Legally, I am an adult," I said. "Therefore I can choose to opt out of
any programs that were instituted to help kids."

"Wow!" a few of the kids chorused.

"Why are you an adult?" someone asked.

"The truth is though that for NiS, it's better that I not participate," I
said looking at the girl who spoke earlier sadly.

I chose not to take part in the activities that NiS encouraged since I
would never be on the receiving end.

"Why?" she asked curiously.

"Two X-23 males have participated in the Naked in School program. Both
times the NiS administrators declared it a monumental failure," I informed
everyone.

"NiS and the X-23 program have some shared goals," AriaX said clinically.
"Many schools, like this one, choose a partnered NiS program because of
its emphasis on peer support. Both prior experiences in NiS by X-23 males
were in partnered programs. Unfortunately, our charges have proven to be
horrible partners at this stage of their development."

I smiled comfortingly at everyone that had confused looks on their faces.
Confusion was my normal state during AriaX's lectures; it was only after
thinking about it for some time that I understood her points.

"What AriaX means is that she has carefully guided me past many of the
issues that an NiS participant goes through during their naked week," I
said. "To an X-23 male, NiS is a step backward, so much so that we cannot
be supportive of our naked partner."

"I still don't get it," Samantha Jones said.

I stripped out of my clothes and gave each person in the room ten seconds
of eye contact before putting them back on.

"Oh!" Samantha Jones gasped a minute after I finished dressing.

"The NiS program attempts to use the equality of the partners' naked state
to bond them. I wouldn't be experiencing the things my partner would be or
even something similar to what she was feeling. I would only further
isolate her, which is contrary to the ultimate NiS goal," I said.

I noticed AriaX's smile. My lecture style was modeled after hers.

"Think of this class as my penance for being able to veto all those
wonderful administrative tortures a high school practices on students," I
told them. "For a week, I will be showing and telling my grade-peers about
my experiences with an X-23. I will also be answering any questions you
have."

"So you're an adult?" the girl who spoke earlier asked.

"Legally," I clarified facing her.

"That doesn't explain why Miss Smith... heels," she said unsurely.

"True," I replied. "Does anyone know what an X-23 is?"

"A violation of the Anti-Human Face Amendment!" Robert said.

"Incorrect," I said. "The Amendment would never have passed without the
grandfather clause that allows X-23s to continue being manufactured."

Miss Smith harrumphed from her seat.

"Do you disagree with Michael's interpretation, Miss Smith?" AriaX asked
protectively.

Even with her Feminist Front political leanings, Miss Smith was unwilling
to answer that. The X-23 exception to the AHF Amendment was the compromise
the Feminist Front and their conservative partners had to swallow to get
it ratified. The Feminist Front, more than the conservatists, had been
surprised when immediately after the exception was agreed on federal laws
got inked to increase the legal protections the X-23 program enjoyed. The
Feminist Front had been badly outmaneuvered at the end and knew it. Losing
her job might not be the worst penalty Miss Smith faced if she voiced too
harsh an opinion of the X-23 program around a participant. Impeding the
goals of the program was a serious offense, and the mental state of X-23
males was especially high on everyone's list of things that needed
delicate handling.

"Does anyone know what an X-23 is?" I asked.

"A sex-toy," a guy to my right said.

"A well-used sex-toy," AriaX corrected primly.

I blushed causing most of the girls to giggle. I gave AriaX an exasperated
look.

"Not quite," I said turning to the guy who had answered.

"She's a fem-bot," Samantha Jones said gaining a nod from me.

"AriaX is a fem-bot that uses higher order logic systems to approximate
human thought and decision making to interact with us," I said.

"An X-23 is also a companion to her male charge with a goal of helping him
achieve full potential," AriaX said clearly.

"Why?" Samantha Jones asked.

"Excuse me?" AriaX responded with.

"I've heard about your type of robot," Samantha Jones asked. "They spent
billions on developing your hardware; billions more on your programming.
You're the most expensive toy ever. Why?"

"Communion," I answered.

"What?" Robert asked. "A religious ritual?"

"True Interface between man and higher order machine," AriaX said with
almost epiphanic fervor.

"I thought we had interface," the vocal girl on my left said in confusion.

"You have a variety of methods to input commands to simple order machines.
Some of those methods are more effective than others," AriaX replied. "It
was decided that machines capable of certain higher order functions
required a better interface than even natural voice allows for."

"Why?" someone asked curiously.

"I am not able to adequately answer that question," AriaX said. "Please
wait while I get someone who can."

She jumped down from the desk and stared at the ceiling. Seconds later,
she got back on the desk and looked around the class. It was obvious
something had changed.

"Hello, I am the Central Processor," the body of AriaX said.

Everyone gasped. Miss Smith looked horrified; I couldn't blame her since
it usually took months to get computing time with CP. Someone had hijacked
my class for their purpose.

"Shouldn't you be doing something... computational?" I asked.

"Mother decided I should be doing this," CP replied after he finished
studying each person in the room.

The class gasped again.

"Mother?" Miss Smith asked finding her voice.

"CP considers my mother, his mother," I told her.

"Yes, it... I..." CP said but stopped in machine equivalent of confusion.

"That's fine with me," I said helping him past the logic failure point.
"As long as he remembers, I am the big brother."

"As always, your logic is flawed," CP stated. "Mother was working on me
years before you were born. I should therefore be considered the elder."

"It is not accurate to say that mother was working on you, CP," I said.
"Mother was THINKING about you. She was thinking about having children
years before that so thus by your own logic, I am older."

"No, Michael," CP argued.

AriaX's face broke into a wide smile.

"Your mother input all of her thought processes and logic designs for me
into her comp-station, hence she was doing more than thinking. It is
logical that I am the big brother."

"CP, if only writing is required, let me remind you that we both have
access to all of mother's journals. The ones written when she was a child
clearly show planning to have a son of her physical body, ME, years prior
to her first thought of YOU. By your evidence, I am undoubtedly older."

CP thought about that for a couple of minutes before replying.

"My core weighs over a hundred tons," he said. "How can you be the big
brother when I'm that much bigger than you?"

"CP that was the most illogical argument I have ever heard you use," I
replied with a smirk.

"Thank you," he said proudly.

I laughed and several kids in the room joined me.

"Mister Summers, this is wrong," Miss Smith said from her corner. "The
Central Processor is not a toy."

There was the problem the Feminist Front and their conservative partners
face. The X-23 program had the development of the Central Processor at its
heart. CP had paid back a thousand-fold every penny spent on him. The
program heads were not even sure why he was so much better at crunching
data than his much larger counterparts. No one wanted to disturb my mother
to have her explain it; her lectures were more likely to elicit migraines
than understanding.

"Excuse me," CP said facing her.

"You're... you're not a toy for him to show off here," she said after
taking a deep breath.

"Every X-23 has immediate access to my logic systems and data streams,
Miss Smith," CP informed her. "Only my physical security is more important
to the program than X-23 males. It is clearly stated in the access
privileges that any X-23 may supersede another user."

"But... but..."

"Why did AriaX ask me to come here?" CP asked turning to me.

CP had habit of cutting off conversations when his point was made. I was
positive he picked that up from my mother. If he had been a human being,
it would have been rude. Unfortunately, no one had been able to explain
rudeness to CP yet.

"She didn't tell you?" I asked.

"AriaX refuses to upload her info-matrics until the end of the day," he
said. "She asked Mother for my presence. I think... was it rude of her to
do so, Michael?"

"What?"

"Ask Mother, instead of me. Was that rude of her?"

I stopped and studied him for a second.

"Do you think it was rude?" I asked carefully.

"I do not think, Michael," he replied.

"Okay, do your logic systems conclude that her behavior was rude?" I
asked.

"Her behavior was logical but..."

I let him stew for a minute before taking him off the hook like I had with
his inability to explain why he considered my mother, his mother.

"AriaX is programmed for optimal efficiency," I reminded CP.

"Her action was optimally efficient as Mother is one of two super-users,"
CP agreed.

"Are you really THE Central Processor?" Samantha Jones asked.

"Yes," CP answered.

"My mother has been trying to get computing time for a year," Samantha
said.

"Megan Jones," CP stated. "A problem in medical computational modeling for
nerve attachment to re-grown limbs."

"Yes, that's her," Samantha replied.

CP looked up at the ceiling.

"It is a difficult problem," he said.

"BLACK HOLE!!!" I cursed.

"What's wrong?" Samantha asked nervously.

The body of my X-23 shivered and AriaX's more relaxed posture returned.

"Well, that was fruitless," she said looking at Samantha with an annoyed
expression.

"I'm sorry," Samantha said looking around the room.

"It's okay," AriaX replied with a sigh. "I wanted CP here to explain
Communion but you distracted him."

"A machine can be distracted?" one of Robert's friends asked.

"CP can," AriaX replied with something closed to exasperation tainting her
voice.

"How?" someone else asked.

"CP is not self-aware yet," I said thoughtfully. "But his data streams are
unnatural."

"Data streams?" Samantha asked.

"You're all just a bucket of bolts, and processors," Robert said angrily
to AriaX. "I should take a screwdriver to you."

"That would be unfortunate," I replied sorrowfully.

"Huh?"

"Destroying my body would be a commission of treason," AriaX informed
Robert. "There is a legally mandated death sentence if you are found
guilty."

"What?" Robert asked sitting back surprised.

"Communion is very important to a lot of people," I said. "CP is close to
transitioning past the original meaning of higher order machine. Many
politicians believe that there must be tight controls established before
he is allowed to do that."

"You're his control?" Miss Smith asked with wide eyes finally gaining
understanding.

"I am..." I started to say but stopped. "AriaX, link please."

She and I turned our heads to the ceiling. For the next twenty minutes, I
looked at each person and told him or her everything about their and their
parents' life that was part of the public record. When I asked for
questions, the class tried to confound me with difficult and esoteric
ones; none was a match for CP's data streams. AriaX broke the link when
she felt my mind stumble. It took five minutes for me to recover from the
aftershock of using the LINKS implants. The class was deathly quiet while
waiting.

"That is the second step to Communion," AriaX told the class. "Michael's
relationship with me was the first."

"How can you do that?" Samantha Jones asked in wonder.

"The LINKS system was installed in my head three months ago," I answered.
"Using AriaX, I can access CP directly, or at least his data streams."

"The next step would be to access the Central Processor's logic systems
instead of just the data streams," AriaX said. "The data streams are pure
information but CP still does the search, retrieval and sort. Using the
CP's logic systems would give Michael control of the entire process, thus
adding human intuition to a purely binary system."

"Then Communion," I said tiredly. "Using only my LINKS to achieve True
Interface; man and higher order machine, an intertwined thought, logic,
and data stream."

"You're bleeding!" the vocal girl gasped worriedly.

AriaX turned my face and pulled a handkerchief from somewhere. She patted
the blood that dotted my upper lip. I had gotten used to the nosebleeds
that came after linking to CP's data streams.

"You're bleeding less and less," she said.

"He bleeds every time," the girl asked.

"It will stop eventually," AriaX replied satisfied that she had cleaned up
all the blood.

"Why do you bleed?" someone asked.

"CP's data streams are not easy to link with," I said. "Eventually they
swamp me. Without AriaX, linking would kill me."

"That's why you're legally an adult," Samantha Jones said.

"Yes," I responded. "It's the reward for risking my life in the X-23
program."

"But you're still a kid?" Samantha insisted. "They can't do this to you."

"They had to start early or none of us would have developed the trust
necessary with our X-23's," I said.

"Trust?" Miss Smith asked.

"Like I said CP's streams would kill me," I said. "AriaX filters the
streams but I have to be in control of my reactions. I need to trust AriaX
completely or I'll panic and she won't be able to shield me."

"If she filters the stream, why would it hurt you?" Robert asked morbidly.

"The LINKS installation is in my body; swamping it would damage my brain.
Kill the brain, you kill the body."

"You're a cyborg," he said.

"A primitive concept," AriaX said in an annoyed voice. "But not
incorrect."

"There's only female X-23's," Samantha said. "That means only boys will be
able to link, doesn't it?"

"The Anti-Human Face Amendment took that away from you," AriaX replied.
"I'm sorry."

"But why can't a girl be the charge of an X-23?"

"The heads of the program, a healthy percentage being female, fell victim
to the old standard that males should bear the brunt of danger," AriaX
answered. "When they realized their error, it was too late to finish the
profiling required to properly aid female maturation before some type of
amendment against robots was passed. They chose to focus on the path they
started on to get to the manufacturing phase sooner."

"But..."

"It is prohibited, Miss Jones," the principal said cutting her off.

"So you're a freak?" Robert asked triumphantly.

"Yes, Robert," I said with a sigh. "I am most definitely a freak."

"Bolt-Lover," he cursed.

"I remember when you tried to convince me to let you and your friends fuck
AriaX, Robert," I said with a smile.

He looked away guiltily.

"I do not believe that Michael loves me," AriaX said looking at me. "I am
a machine and not a real girl after all."

Most of the questions were directed at AriaX after that comment. The girls
in the class were very curious about our relationship. I sat back and went
through the necessary checks of the LINKS after a successful session with
CP.

CP's data streams were changing again. My mother would be interested since
this time I was sure the X-23 males linking with CP was the cause. At
last, CP was learning from experience rather than her programming.
				
------

School had become a tool of socialization since AriaX entered my life. Her
lessons were more interesting and the rewards for paying attention were
far better than letter grades. After six months, I argued with my mother
and AriaX that high school was a waste of time and I should return to home
schooling. Neither was particularly moved by my position so I was stuck
spending hours with the monotonous drone of high school teachers stuffing
my ears. Volunteering to teach a class on the X-23 program was the most
exciting thing to happen to me at school in the last two years.

The classes were run during the last period allowing participants to keep
us late. The structure of the 'show and tells' followed pretty much the
same format the rest of the week. The kids had the same questions in each
class, which after the third day made me understand the bored looks on my
teachers' faces.

CP did not make another appearance. By the last day of the classes, I was
no longer bleeding from bringing the LINKS online. I could hold the
connection open for minutes longer, which made the other X-23 males
experiment with bringing their LINKS up everyday also. Since I was the
first to have the system installed, the program admins were happy to hear
I was no longer exhibiting such an obvious physical problem.

I was surprised to find Samantha Jones standing outside the class on
Friday. It was the last one scheduled and the kids knew it so had asked
every question they could think of.

"Hello," Samantha said.

"I will see you at home, Michael," AriaX said walking by.

There was something mechanical about her voice that made me look towards
her. She winked at me over Samantha's shoulder and strutted away. I
noticed that recently AriaX backed away more and more when a real girl was
around. I guess she decided it was time for me to lose my virginity.

"Goodbye, AriaX," I said.

"Sometimes she seems very real and other times not at all," Samantha said
looking at AriaX's back.

I waited for Samantha to turn around before nodding.

"That's why you are so mature, isn't it?" she asked suddenly.

"Because AriaX seems very real and at other times not?"

"No," she said smiling. "Because she raised you."

"My mother raised me, Samantha," I corrected. "AriaX just made a lot of
things easier these last two years."

"Like sex?" Samantha asked tilting her head.

"Sex can be very distracting at my age," I told her leaning against the
wall. "Actually, not getting sex is the distraction."

"She's the reason you don't date, isn't she?"

"I've had other things on my mind," I responded tapping my head. "Like
with NiS, I wouldn't make a good partner in teen courtship rituals. None
of you should have to carry around the thought that your boyfriend might
fry his brain any day of the week."

"Weren't you scared getting that stuff put in your head?" she asked with
worry in her eyes.

"No."

"No one's that brave, Michael," she scoffed

"My mother would never have let me have the operation if it was THAT
dangerous, Sam," I said. "The risks are on par with letting most teenagers
drive a hovercar without adult supervision."

"You were bleeding when you did that thing in class," she said. "I don't
bleed every time my mom let's me use her hover."

"It doesn't happen any more," I said with a shrug.

We had stopped trying to tell people that any pain was worth swimming in
CP's data streams. The worry was rapidly becoming that one of the LINKS
males would attempt the next step before they or CP was ready.

"It's still scary," she insisted.

"I like it," I told her looking at the floor. "It's like dancing a tango
with lightning."

"I guess you have to be a boy to understand," she said with a crooked
smile.

I shrugged not knowing what else to say. I was pretty sure some of
Samantha's protests were envy.

"What else did they put in your head?" she asked looking around.

School had ended for the day so the halls were empty. I moved slowly
towards my locker and smiled when she followed me.

"What do you mean, Sam?"

"Did they make any other additions?" she asked with a wicked little smile.

"X-ray vision," I said making eyes at her breasts.

She laughed and bumped my shoulder with hers.

"You see! Not a lot of guys here could make a joke like that work," she
said.

"It was a joke?"

She bumped me again.

"They didn't add anything else," I said. "I remember something about the
space being too small for extra."

She giggled.

I was surprised when she tagged along on my walk home. Her acceptance of
my invite to come inside was even more surprising. Samantha Jones occupied
a higher plane of existence in the high school social stratum but I was
too happy to be talking to her to think about why she was there.

I whispered a prayer of thanks that my mom was working late as I showed
Samantha around. With the X-23 program moving towards the next phase, my
mother decided to move into a new home. I did not fail to notice that we
were in a more isolated location and that certain hovercars passed our
house every fifteen minutes twenty-four hours a day. It would be difficult
to circumvent the tracking system in the LINKS but the rewards if someone
kidnapped one of us were immense. Any one who tried would be in for a
surprise; every X-23 had expert combat programming and strove to pass that
knowledge to their charges in a very bruising fashion.

"Where does AriaX spend her time?"

"In my room," I told her.

"We haven't been in there," she pointed out.

A cold shiver danced along the nerve ending of my arms. It was her tone of
voice; I had enough experience with AriaX's falsified female moods to know
that my room was what Samantha Jones intended all along. I ran up the
stairs ahead of her, then hung my head realizing that had not been the
brightest thing to do. I turned around to wait for her. She was smiling a
very feminine smile when she arrived at the top step. The large
Holo-poster of the classic band Metallica made it obvious which door led
to my room. Samantha did the honors of opening the door. A naked AriaX
lounging on my bed took her aback.

"Hello, Samantha," AriaX said standing up.

"Uh... hi," Samantha answered stunned.

I leaned against the door and waited for her surprise to pass. AriaX did
not bother putting on clothing.

"Do you always dress like that?" Samantha asked with a minor hesitation
between each word.

"I'm not dressed," AriaX told her with a wide smile.

"Are you always undressed like that?" Samantha asked with a giggle.

"Michael requires physical release after school most days," AriaX said
with a touch of soulful sigh in her voice. "An X-23's duties are easier if
a hard cock isn't distracting our charge."

I looked at the floor thinking that now would be a good time for it
swallow me. Samantha gasped a little laugh that got louder when she
noticed my blush.

"Do you need 'physical release', Michael?" she asked bravely.

I was speechless for a minute. AriaX saved me by walking over and guiding
us further into the room. She closed the door and wrapped her arms around
my waist from behind. Her hand grabbed my hardon through my pants and
stroked it.

"This certainly feels like it does," AriaX said.

"Don't let me stop you," Samantha said sitting down at my desk.

I was very glad for AriaX's presence since having my crush of two and half
years ask to watch me fuck my fem-bot had burned out quite a few brain
cells. As always, AriaX knew exactly what to do. She pulled my shirt over
my head and turned me towards Samantha. I felt AriaX's lips on the small
of my back as she undid my pants. My dick jumped out of confinement to
wave an anxious hello at Samantha. She gasped but I was too distracted by
AriaX caressing the back of my thighs to pay attention to her. My fem-bot
turned me so that Samantha had a profile view of us. AriaX was on her
knees looking up at me. I watched her take my dick head between her lips.
She took me completely inside in one stroke and held me deep in her mouth.
I dropped my head back enjoying the sensation that had been a part of my
everyday life since AriaX entered it.

It never got old.

She released me slowly. Had Samantha not been in the room, I would have
grabbed AriaX's head and guided her to giving me an orgasm that way. It
was a little selfish but AriaX had been operating at a high rate of
optimal efficiency since my LINKS installation.

AriaX licked my dick from underneath. She held it out of the way and used
her tongue to wash my ball sack. Her hand stroked me slowly as she took
each testicle into her mouth. I was usually horny as all the universes
when I got home from school and having Samantha there didn't help. AriaX
felt my eagerness so she stood up to lead me to the bed.

She crawled on to it, got on her back, spread her legs, and held her arms
out to me. I smiled at her and planted my face in her pussy. She squealed
as my tongue touched her clit. Her sexual sensitivity points changed,
sometimes on a day-to-day basis, but I was in luck. She squirmed as I
licked her. Clit days made things easy; I usually took full advantage of
them to earn myself some optimal efficiency. I learned early on that I
could get just about anything I wanted in the few hours after a session
where AriaX's clit was the focus of her sexual sensitivity. I had been too
rough at the beginning but now I was master, with AriaX anyway.

AriaX growled deep in her throat when I slowed down. She knew I was trying
to get on her good side but she was programmed to let me try. I used long
strokes of my tongue with a flick at the end to start with. She jumped a
little with each flick. Her hands grabbed my hair and I knew something
about the situation was getting to her. I focused my attention on her clit
using hard pressure to rub her briskly. Her hips popped up suddenly and
she mewled through an orgasm. I let her down easily. I wanted to be inside
her but it wasn't time for that yet. I kept licking her gently until I
felt her relax. I put two fingers at the entrance of her pussy and
penetrated into her. The fingers hooked naturally looking for the right
spot. AriaX tried to get away knowing what was coming but her escape was
halted when my fingers hit pay dirt.

It was almost too easy after that. My fingers pulsed a spot on the roof of
her pussy while my tongue waged war on her clit. If AriaX's programming
had not prohibited harming me, she would have crushed me when her orgasm
struck. She moaned loudly and pushed her pussy at me as the waves of
electric pleasure washed over her. I let her begin the downward spiral
before I put her legs on my shoulders. AriaX moaned again when the head of
my cock found her entrance. She hitched her hips to trap me inside. I
pushed into her slowly until I was completely seated in my fem-bot. I
grabbed her legs under the knees and pushed them down. Her pleasure had
taken my already aroused state and pushed it to the breaking point.

I pulled my hips back and slammed into AriaX. I was not gentle in my
stroking but her hands encouraged the power. It was exactly what I needed;
my mind blanked as I became absorbed in farking my fem-bot with all the
strength in my body.

"Michael!" she screamed as an orgasm overcame her.

Her pussy squeezed me tightly forcing me to find even more power to thrust
with. I became almost desperate in my attempt to reach the other side. My
balls clenched and I felt something release inside me. I pulled back and
thrust into her one last time. My body emptied into AriaX. She pulled me
into a tight hug and moved her hips to milk my dick. I kissed her neck as
my dick continued to jerk inside her.

I liked to lie on top of AriaX after sex. From the way that she held me
tightly with her legs and whispered into my ear, I felt she wanted nothing
more than for me to stay on top of her as long as I needed. Finally, I
decided enough was enough and rolled to her side. I sighed loudly staring
at the ceiling.

"Wow!"

I sat up too fast and got a little woozy from the motion. I looked at
Samantha with wide eyes. How I could have forgotten that my dream girl was
a spectator!

My eyes almost popped out of my head as I noticed Samantha Jones was
naked. Her body had a perfectly even tan that went well with the
delicateness of her curves. I was used to AriaX's abundant sexuality so
seeing a girl just approaching sexual maturity was enlightening. Samantha
had blonde hair and from the view it was natural. Her breasts would barely
fill my hands but her hips had a tempting curve. She approached the bed
slowly seeming to enjoy the confused attention I was giving her. She
climbed on to the bed and straddled my leg.

"I thought it was time," she said softly.

"It is," AriaX said kneeling next to her.

I pounded my head thinking the LINKS was causing hallucinations because
there was NO WAY I was seeing Samantha Jones make out with my fem-bot
while straddling my leg naked.

"You're going to hurt yourself," Samantha teased as she leaned down.

My first kiss with a girl was surprising. Her lips quivered a little which
helped my confidence. I remembered everything AriaX taught me. My lips
gentled and pulled a little away from Samantha. She pressed down trying to
recapture some of the lost pressure. I pushed up against her and took
command of the kiss.

It was exactly what Samantha intended.
				
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Miss Smith must have hit the ceiling when the school administration
insisted on more higher order machine and human interface classes. I only
gave them to about a hundred and fifty of my class-peers but curiosity had
been stirred. Unlike the rest of the country which was suffering a massive
wave of conservatism, our state fell on the liberal side of the political
arena. Some of the town's school officials thought letting me give the
demonstration to the rest of the students was an excellent idea. I
suspected that someone in the X-23 program coughed up money as a
round-a-bout way to force the continued heavy use of my LINKS.

I enjoyed the meeting with a very frustrated Miss Smith on Monday morning.
AriaX confirmed my suspicions that the school administration had been
bribed when she told me CP informed her to be at the school that
afternoon. The program heads had not considered using the LINKS for
communication between an X-23 and her charge. The LINKS males wondered why
since it was the most natural use for any of us. We decided not to break
the news that we could use LINKS to communicate with each other without
X-23 help. The son of the LINKS designer was working on breaking off the
communications portions of our hardware. The military applications of that
simpler system would greatly deepen the pockets and federal protection of
our program.

Miss Smith looked very angry when I focused back on her after my
conversation with AriaX. I smiled cattily as I stood to leave. The
Feminist Front had a lot to do with the Anti-Human Face Amendment and now
they were feeling the backlash as the X-23 program began to produce but
only males could take advantage of it. Feminists and conservatives in the
same political bed, the women should have known nothing good could come of
it.

Everyone wanted me to start that day so AriaX and I were in the designated
classroom for the last school period. A room full of curious frosh was an
experience. The boys were mesmerized by AriaX's revealing attire. Miss
Smith was unavailable so the Naked In School administrator served as the
chaperone. His presence shored up the confidence of one of the boys that
had already spent his naked week in school enough to ask how fully
functional AriaX was. I think at least some of AriaX's programming leaned
towards helping any boy in her vicinity mature. She dropped her robe
causing even the NiS admin to lean forward in admiration. It took a
half-hour to get past the purely biological questions of my relationship
with AriaX so the class ran long past the designated time.

AriaX was the first to see them as we walked out of the building. Samantha
was leaning against Robert's hovercar. He had both hands on her ass and
his face buried in her neck. Samantha froze as she saw me over Robert's
shoulder. I smiled and nodded at her before turning towards my house.

It was the first time in months that AriaX and I did not have sex after
school. The last time I had been sick, which was how I felt now.

AriaX sat on the bed staring at me.

"Why?" I asked her.

"I don't have the female profiling necessary to answer that question,
Michael," she said gently. "If I had to guess I would say, she thought you
were safe."

"Safe?" I asked painfully.

"I have just been given access to the files about this experience among
other X-23 males," she said. "You are presently the most mature male in
Samantha's age group; her peer but not-really her age. Your sexual
education has been thorough and most people that know about the X-23 are
aware of that aspect of the program. She participated in a class
demonstrating your sexual comfort level and maturity as compared to those
of your age-peers."

"So I'm safe?" I asked angrily.

"This is not the first time this has happened to an X-23 male, Michael,"
AriaX said. "I did not know girls Samantha's age could be so logical about
such a deeply personal thing."

"You admire her for doing this?"

"She gave you her virginity," AriaX said. "You have liked her for a long
time so it is a great compliment that she picked you."

I took a deep breath. My stomach hurt.

"Why didn't you tell me that this was what Samantha was doing?" I asked
AriaX.

"The Central Processor did not allow me access to this part of the X-23
experience until after it became obvious that Samantha... used you," AriaX
replied. "I do not believe that used is the right way to define it, but it
is how other X-23 males have defined her actions."

"But you had to have guessed this was a possibility," I accused.

"While I do not have the Predictive Logic Systems that the Central
Processor has, she was moving fast considering she has not paid much
attention to you in the past. You did not suspect anything either,
Michael," AriaX said.

"Shit!"

"I do not believe I would have told you even had I known."

"BLACK HOLE!!"

"You are far behind your development of socio-sexual interactions with
human females," AriaX said pedantically.

"I just slept with the woman of my dreams only to have her dump me three
days later! I'm not even sure I can say she dumped me since we only had
sex. I don't particularly like human females right now, AriaX."

"Michael, you did not handle your first sexual situation with me well
either," AriaX said. "I am proud of you though. You made Samantha's first
time a memorable one. My data states not all girls are so lucky."

I felt nauseous.

"With the new information available to me, you should know that she will
not be the only one who will attempt to lose her virginity with you," she
said. "Almost every X-23 male has availed themselves of these
opportunities."

"No!"

"Michael!" AriaX said. "You had sex with your 'dream' girl. Everything you
wanted with her happened."

"Not everything," I whispered.

"You are both young, neither of you knows what the future holds," AriaX
advised.

"How could she do this?"

"It is the best compliment you have ever received, Michael," AriaX said.
"From what I saw, Samantha most likely had a relationship with Robert
prior to coming to you. Obviously, something about him attracts her but
not enough to trust him with her first time."

"This is NOT helping, AriaX."

"For one of the most important things in her life, she trusted YOU," AriaX
said.

"Why didn't she tell me? Before or after?" I asked. "It's not like I
would've said no!"

"You are an X-23 male, Michael," AriaX said. "Children who have not
benefited from the program cannot be held to your view of mature behavior.
Samantha must feel..."

"Hurt?"

"Will you turn them down?" AriaX asked.

"Who?"

"The other girls," AriaX said. "Now that I have knowledge I can tell you
that the vocal girl in your first class will most likely approach you."

"Her name is Elizabeth."

"I know."

"I don't think I can do this again."

"How will you handle Samantha when she approaches you?"

I was quiet for a few minutes thinking about that. The answer was the same
as what I did when I saw Samantha outside the school with Robert.

"It's her decision. She should have told me that was all she wanted," I
replied quietly. "I wouldn't deny her anything even if it makes me feel
like this but I had a right to know."

"Will you turn Elizabeth away?" she asked me.

She was blurry through the tears that I refused to let fall.

"I thought you didn't have Predictive Logic Systems," I said to avoid the
question.

"Elizabeth is attractive and would make a fine first girlfriend for you,"
AriaX pointed out.

"I thought you were going to line up the virgins in front of me so I could
make their transition to womanhood easier," I barked.

She was silent for a moment.

"You have gained much optimal efficiency, Michael," she said. "I know you
are disappointed, but do you really want to lose it?"

"How will a human girlfriend take you?" I asked. "I never thought about
that."

"Most girls that cannot handle me will disqualify themselves before it
comes to that," AriaX said. "You would not do well with anyone who will
not accept my sexual presence in your life. Your usage of the LINKS
requires me to be with you now more than ever."

"I don't think I can handle another girl right now," I said honestly.

I was surprised she was quiet. I turned to look at her. She was studying
me carefully.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Your emotional reaction is affecting your bio-metric readings. That was
not a part of the other X-23 male reactions," she said. "You felt... feel
more for Samantha Jones than the other X-23 males that were put in this
situation."

"I loved her!"

"But Michael, you did not know her well enough to feel this strongly for
her. Your reaction does not make sense giving the lack of contact between
you. I think you did love her," AriaX said with a look of confusion. "I
cannot continue without risking damage to you. I was wrong, Michael, I
would have stopped her if I knew."

"Great!" I said angrily. "So much for helping me mature."

"I am not the only one you can talk to," she said.

"My mother," I said. "You have to be kidding, AriaX."

She was quiet again. I sighed after a minute.

"AriaX, Delta Delta Delta, halt mode," I said.

I saw AriaX like this once before. It occurred when Robert and his friends
tried to bribe me with their friendship into letting them use my fem-bot
for their sexual education. AriaX's logic systems crashed because the
other systems could not tolerate the Randomized system having an option
that would irreparably damage my relationship with her. It required a
conversation with my mother also. She told me I was never the kind to
share with other males; I shared my mother with 'aunts' but that was not
the same. She did not believe it was a good idea to sell the use of AriaX.
As with most things, I took my mother's advice. I didn't know why my
reaction to Samantha's actions came close to crashing AriaX's logic
systems again.

I realized AriaX was right; even if my mother did not understand she would
have more to give me than a robot could. I walked down the stairs to my
mother's office. I knocked on the door quietly.

"Come in."

I opened the door and stepped inside. The smile on my mother's face told
me she did not know what had happened. There was no joy in her life while
I hurt.

"Hi, mom," I said. "Can I talk to you?"

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