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Title:        The Robots Are Boss, Now
Author:     MeatBot
Keywords: Teen, Cons, Sci-Fi, whacky-shit

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After the robots have taken over, humans are kept as pets. A girl pet
learns of sex and reproduction, and finally love.

Disclaimer : 

Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or
publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of
this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This
is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity
among persons under 16 in real life.

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental
and would be damn surprising. Be warned that this story may involve
explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined
under law as "Weird Shit". Do not read this story if you believe that
fictional characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less
than the age of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live
under a repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place
such as the USA. If you like it, I did it. If you hate it, I didn't.
If it offends you, it was a misprint. If you want to sue me, I don't
exist. Sue the internet instead. Nobody's twisting your arm. Leave if
you don't like crap like this. These are just words, people. Just
words. 

Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of
misspelled words. I am not an English major. Deal with it. Honestly,
at our present rate of progress, I think we've still got twenty or
thirty years before the robots take over. I'm not worried, I'll be
dead and gone by then. You poor bastards. This story is all made up.
If you don't like it, read something else. Don't bitch at me. You have
been warned.

This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in
this newsgroup.

This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.





I am a pet. My owner, my master keeps me in a little house inside his
workshop. He watches me, actually some background part of his mind
watches me thirty two hours a day, just to make sure I don't get in
trouble or hurt myself. I should appreciate his concern, but sometimes
I just feel spied on. 

Actually, my owner is very good to me. I know some other pets that
have gotten pulled apart or cut up other bad things by their owners.
Sometimes 'bots just wonder what's inside us, and they cut us open to
see. Things like that. My owner would never do that to me, I think.
He's nice, and I think he's had enough pets that he's no longer
curious about stuff like that.

Pet owners have conventions sometimes, where they meet to share
information or simply show off their pets. We spend days getting
ready, when that happens. I have to diet, and work out, so I'm sleek
and slim and muscular, and a few days before we start in on my hair
and makeup. I have to look my best. I'm good at shows and stuff, I
almost always win something. I make my owner proud.

One day I was sitting in my little house, trying to watch a
slowed-down version of Robovision on my screen. I was bored. I heard
some servos whining in the shop, and I jumped up and peeked out a
window. It was my owner, sure enough. I went out on the little porch,
as far as I'm allowed to go by myself.

My owner, technically known as Wynston-44313, scuttled up to my house,
and regarded me through some of his vision lenses.

"Cerys," he said, speaking to me through my implant, as most 'bots do.
"I have had an offer of service, concerning your reproductive status.
Do you have an opinion?"

He did this a lot, for some reason. Although he probably already knew
what he was going to do about whatever it was he was talking about, he
acted like he wanted my opinion on it. Maybe he really cared about my
opinion. I never figured that out. I guess I should feel grateful that
he at least pretended to care.

"I don't know what you mean, Wynston," I said. That was true. I had no
idea what "reproductive status" meant. Some things I'm not too smart
about, my experience base isn't that great, since I'm still considered
a youngling.

"Reproductive status is your ability to reproduce. To provide me with
copies of yourself."

I had heard of that before. I knew that's how new humans were made. I
understood, now, sort of, what he was talking about.

"Will it hurt?" I asked. That's the part I'd heard about, how much it
hurt.

"No." Wynston said. "Although human pain is determined to be
irrelevant, it will not hurt. The copy will be removed and brought to
term in a tank. I will not risk damage to your physical self."

"I see," I said, although I didn't really. Where would the copy be
located on my body? I wondered. How large would it be? I had a million
questions, but I knew better than to start pestering him with them.

"Do you have an opinion?" he asked again. I shook my head.

"I don't know enough about the process, Wynston." I said. "Whatever
you decide will be good enough for me."

That seemed to please him. I felt a small emotion, named "Happiness
Pink" seep through my implant and into my mind. I knew it was from
him.

"I have determined that this process will be allowed. I will formulate
a positive response. Thank you, Cerys."

With a whine and puff of ozone he was gone. I went back inside,
bemused. What on earth was going to happen now? I thought. I was going
to reproduce? Copies of myself were going to be made? That was kind of
cool, I thought. I will have backups, if something happens to me.





The die-off started the day the robots took over. Well, really it was
a kill-off. The robots determined the optimum number of humans the
planet would support, now that they were in charge. It was a pretty
low number. The cities, the major population centers, were simply
nuked by warheads taken over from the silos the superpowers had
foolishly kept, after the cold war ended. Whole classes of robots were
built overnight, robots with a single mission... to hunt down and kill
renegade humans. And now, over ninety-nine percent of the human
population of planet Earth was considered renegade. Way over ninety
nine percent. The only humans left, a dozen years later, were in
high-tech zoos, and kept as licensed pets. Private ownership of humans
was frowned on at first, but became more common as a middle class of
robots emerged. Humans were owned for a variety of purposes, some
fought other humans in arenas, and some starred in beauty contests, or
were tested for mental acuity. They were pets, basically hobbies, for
their owners. That's what I was. A pet.





I didn't know much about all that stuff. That was ancient history,
now. It had been almost a thousand years since the new calendar
started, since the robots took over. I could image no other world, no
other life other than this. 

The next day Wynston put my leash collar on, and took me out for a
walk. We went down past the factories, to his favorite park. All his
friends were there, as usual. I'm sure it wasn't a random meeting,
nothing is ever random with 'bots. Lilibeth and Luann, the twins, were
there with their owner, and several other humans I knew. Wynston
turned me loose, and began to tight-beam with his friends.

"Cerys! How delightful!" said Luann, and I hugged her warmly. I loved
the twins, they were my two best friends.

The twins introduced me to several humans I didn't know, and we all
sat on some kind of crazy robot sculpture and talked. 

"Guess what," I said, and the twins looked suitably curious.

"I'm gonna have a copy made!" I said. They looked at each other, and
then back to me.

"Of flesh?" Lilibeth said.

"I..." I didn't actually know that, I assumed it though. "I guess, if
it's a true copy. I understand that it's attached to my body for a
while, then put into a tank."

One of the humans listening burst into loud raucous laughter. That
made me not like her much. I could tell she was laughing at me.

"You're going to have a baby, you little dummy," the woman said, still
laughing.

"What's a baby?" I asked, curious.

"A little human. A copy, like you said. Not a perfect copy, but a copy
nonetheless."

"I see," I said, although I didn't. I kind of wished she'd go away and
let us talk in peace.

"I have had two," the woman said. She lifted her shirt to show us
strange scars on her stomach.

"See that?" she said, "Stretch marks. Behold your future, darlin',"

Ugh. I did not want my stomach to look like that, at all. Maybe this
copying thing wasn't such a good idea. I wondered if it was too late
to change my opinion with Wynston.

"Where was the... baby," I asked the woman.

"Where was it? Where did I carry it, you mean?" she said, and I
nodded.

"Right here, in my belly," she indicated her stomach. 

"Inside?" I asked. This got worse and worse.

"Yes! Inside!" the woman said.

"How did it get out?" I asked.

The woman indicated her... private areas. The area that we all keep
covered.

"It came out my vagina, darlin'. And it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch."

I had no idea what a son-of-a-bitch was, but I nodded again. Out her
vagina? This had gone from silly to ridiculous. My vagina was way too
small for anything other than my finger. The copy must be pretty
small, I thought.

"Did your copy grow to be regular size?" I asked.

"I dunno, I never saw it afterwards," she said. "I guess so. It was
this big when it came out."

The dimensions she indicated were clearly ridiculous. Unless it was as
skinny as a finger, it couldn't be that long.

I wanted more information, but the robots broke up, and Wynston
whisked me back home. He spent the afternoon in his workshop,
restoring something from the old days. I watched him from the porch
until I got bored, and then I went inside and put on my helmet and
went into stasis, until he wanted me for something. It was just too
boring.





I awoke. I heard Wynston's servos whining in the distance. He was
coming for me, or he wouldn't have awoken me. I jumped up, threw my
stasis helmet in the floor, and rubbed sleep from my eyes.

"Cerys!" I heard him call me, audibly, and I hurried out onto the
porch. He indicated for me to climb aboard, and I crawled over the
porch railing and climbed up onto his back, where I often rode. He
scuttled off, down the tunnels and walkways of his domicile. Soon we
were outside, hurrying down the street.

"We are scheduled to meet with the human who will initiate your copy
function," he explained to me as we hurried. Soon we veered off the
street, and into a tunnel that led to a whole series of housing units.
He hurried up to a door, and it opened and allowed us to enter.
Another robot was in the main room of the housing unit, with a human.
Wynston stopped, and lowered his body so I could climb down.

"Greetings," I heard him say to the other 'bot. "Greetings," it
replied.

"I have brought my human to meet yours, to gauge compatibility."
Wynston said, and the other robot bleeped assent. They were both
silent then, and I could tell they were intently watching me. Watching
us.

The other human was that certain breed... I'm not sure what to call
it. The not-female breed. I had seen them before, but rarely. Most
robots that I had had contact with owned and desired females, because
they were into pageants and shows and such. The not-female breed was
more into fighting and physical things. I looked the human over good.
It was handsome, I guess, I'm not sure that much what the not-females
looked like. It was staring at me just as intently as I was at it.

"Greetings," I said aloud to it, in Irregular Polyglot. "Greetings,"
it replied. Good. It could talk. That would help.

"Do you humans wish to interface?" asked the other robot, and Wynston
bleeped assent, this time. Did we? I had no idea how to interface with
this human. I hadn't been given that information.

"We need more time," the other human said, and I nodded. Wynston and
the other robot scuttled to the other side of the room, and
tightbeamed to each other.

"What is your name?" the human asked. That seemed kind of intrusive to
me, only my friends knew my name. But, I thought, this is something
new. I'll try to go along with it.

"I am Cerys," I said.

"I am Delios," the human said.

"I am not sure what to call you, collectively," I said, telling him
the truth.

"Collectively? You mean the race of males, as a whole? You can call me
a man."

"A man. Okay. You are a man named Delios?" I said, and it nodded.

"Yes. Very good. I am a he, as you are a she."

"Thank you," I said, and he nodded again. I could tell by now that he
was a fair amount older than I was. I almost felt intimidated by that.
I realized that he probably knew more about what was going on than I
did. I still had no real idea what was going to be expected of me.

"Cerys." he said. "Do you understand what we are being asked to do?"

"No. In truth, I do not."

"They wish us to mate. To conceive a child."

None of that rang a bell with me.

"Explain, please," I said.

"They want me and you to... have sexual intercourse, sexual
congress... and nine months later, you will bear my child. You will
have a baby."

"I will have it? How?" Oh, I thought, don't let him tell me it will be
inside my body. Don't tell me I will have horrible scars like that
horrible woman in the park.

"The baby will grow inside your body until a certain age, when it will
be moved to a vat, where it will come to term. Your owner does not
wish your body to be negatively modified by the process."

"I see," I said, although I still didn't really understand. "Will the
copy be me? Will it have my memories?"

"No, not at all. The copy will undergo a hard reset. None of your
memories will be carried over."

"I see," I said. I was saying "I see" a lot, when I didn't really see
at all. This was very confusing.

"Delios," I finally said, when he was silent for a while. "Do they
want us to begin the copy function today? Is that what is meant by
interfacing?"

"Yes. Yes, I think they would be pleased if we did it today." he said,
eying me speculatively. I wondered if I met with his approval.

"I do not understand your function in the copy process," I admitted to
him.

"I am necessary only to initiate the copy," he said. "After that, I
have no function."

"I see."

Delios's owner bustled up to us, and obviously spoke to him via
implant. They communed silently for a moment, and then he turned back
to speak with me.

"My owner wishes to know if you find me suitable," he told me.

"I... I guess so..." I had no real idea if he was suitable or not. I
still had no idea what was fixing to happen, if anything.

The robot bleeped the "good" sound, and went back to where Wynston
was.

Suddenly Wynston spoke to me, via implant. "Initiate the copy process,
please," he said, and I sent "assent green" back to him. I would do as
he wished.

"Delios," I said. "I wish to initiate the copy process. You may
proceed."

He cautiously reached out and took my hand. That was the first time a
non-female had touched me. The first time a man touched me. He led me
along a corridor, and to a house within the house that was obviously
his area. He seated me on a small futon, and brought me something to
drink. This was how the copy function started? I remember thinking.

We made some small talk, and he told me a little about himself. He was
a fighter, as I had guessed. He spent his time in the arena, fighting
other men. He claimed to have killed many of his opponents. In the
middle of all this, Wynston broke in, telling me he was going into
slow mode. I'm sure he was bored silly by the amount of time we were
taking. Robots live at a much higher speed than us humans. I promised
to wake him when it was over. I knew he'd be watching with a few
percent of his capacity, still, recording the whole process, to mull
over it later.

Delios came and sat on the futon with me. It was small, and we were
crowded together. He put his arm around me, and held me against his
body. His body was strange, not like a female body at all. Well, the
most obvious was his lack of breasts. And shape, he didn't really have
a shape, like a female. He was solid all the way down, from his chest
to his hips. He did have a muscular chest, I could tell, beneath his
covering. And his legs were very muscular, also.

He touched me, on my legs, and my back.

"Darling Cerys," he said, familiarly. I accepted it. "The sexual act
is very intimate. I have done it many times, most of the times to
females who have had little or no experience at it. It frightens some
of them, and I try to be understanding about it. The act will require
a great deal of trust, on your part. I will do my best not to hurt
you, but there may be a slight amount of pain. Please accept that I do
not cause you pain on purpose. It is just part of the act."

"The... act...?" I said.

"The act of love. The act of intercourse."

"Delios," I said. I was tired of all this doubletalk. "Please tell me
in simple polyglot what you are going to do to me."

"Cerys. I am going to place my penis in your vagina, and deposit
something called sperm into your body. If your body is receptive, the
sperm will fertilize one of your eggs, and nine months later a baby
will be born."

That didn't really help me any. I had no idea what a penis was, or
sperm, or most of those words.

"Cerys. We may have to do this more than once. Some females I have had
to fertilize multiple times."

"Does it... hurt?" I asked. He'd said something about pain.

"It may sting a bit the first time. But it is also very pleasurable,
or it can be."

Well. This just got deeper and deeper. And eggs? What did he mean by
eggs? I have eggs in my body? That was almost creepy.

Delios had both his arms around me, now. I felt kind of smothered by
him, but I allowed it.

"Cerys," he stood, and raised me with his outstretched hand. "Come
into my sleep chamber. Let us begin."

I followed him into another room. A bed was the only furniture in it.

"We must undress, darling. May I undress you?" he said, and I just
stared at him. I was not sure if I was ready to undress in front of a
man. I mean, I had nothing to hide... but it just seemed kind of
private, or something. And undress how far? I had on small coverings,
under my outer coverings, but it wasn't something I wanted to meet the
world in.

"Delios. Is this absolutely necessary?" I asked, and he nodded his
head.

"I'm afraid it is," he said. I sighed. 

"You may, then," I finally said. He carefully unfastened my upper
coverings, and removed them. I still had a breast holder on. He
unfastened that also, and I shyly allowed him to remove it. The air
felt cold on my breasts, and I felt my nipples hardening.

"You are a delightful child," he said, and I tried hard to take that
as a compliment. I realized that to him, I was a child. I am certain
he was at least double my age, if not more.

He slid my lower coverings down, and I stepped out of them. All that
was left was a small covering over my private area. He hooked his
thumbs in that, and slowly slid it down. He leaned down to slide it
down my legs, and I felt his breath on my private area. It actually
felt good, I thought.

He guided me to the bed, and I lay upon it. I watched him as he took
his coverings off. I was right, his chest was thick and muscular. I
knew for sure he was a fighter, because I saw some scars on him here
and there.

He removed his lower coverings, and I got my first glimpse at the
differences between females, and not-females. And what a difference it
was.

He had a large, fleshy tubular object extending from his waist. Just
below his navel. It stood out from his body, bobbing up and down as he
moved. And below that? Two fleshy bags of skin, with lumps in them.
How very peculiar, I thought. How very, very peculiar. The race of man
is strange, indeed.

He indicated the tube of flesh at his waist. "Cerys," he said. "This
is my penis. I will place it in your vagina. It is necessary to the
copy function."

I just laughed at that. That big thing? It would never fit in my
little vagina. He was being silly, now.

He smiled, taking my laughter in a positive manner. He approached the
bed, and crawled in right next to me. He touched me again, putting his
arms around me, and hugging me to him. It actually felt pretty good.

"Delios," I said. "Proceed with the function."

He laughed a little at that. Then, he proceeded.





I was bemused, on the way home. Wynston deposited me back in my house,
and then scuttled away, on some robotic mission. I lay on my couch,
and remembered the feeling of Delios, inside my body. How peculiar he
felt, I thought. But good. Other than a slight sting at first, the
copy function was very enjoyable. I had actually left my own mind for
a moment, overcome by the pleasure of the act. The act of sexual
congress, as Delios called it. I had just totally flipped out, almost,
floating away on a sea of pleasure, as he moved his penis in and out
of my body. My legs shook and trembled, and my breathing became highly
irregular. Little chill bumps raced up and down my legs and back. It
was a very positive experience, all in all. I decided I would do it
again, if it were ever offered again. I almost hoped that the process
didn't take, and that Delios would have to do it again. I would
welcome it.

I never would have thought his large fleshy penis would fit in my
vagina. But, somehow, it did. The first time it did hurt, and I almost
cried. Pain is something that I'm not used to, at all. It stung. But
finally, as he moved in and out of me, I realized it no longer hurt.
It felt pretty good, in fact. About that time the feelings really
started. The good feelings.

I wondered if the copy was being manufactured, now, inside my body. I
wasn't sure how I'd ever know if it was or wasn't. I still wasn't sure
about the time frame of the process, I kept hearing something about
nine months, which I knew was a long time. Crazy.

I finally got bored, and went into stasis.




Wynston, for reasons unknown to me, did not wake me for almost two
months. Then, once again on his back, off we rushed. He took me to a
human, a human who specialized in the physical self's of other humans.
The human was a man, and he examined me, even putting an instrument in
my vagina. Then he scanned me with a screen, and showed me a little
blob of something he called the baby. I stared at it, totally bemused.
That was my copy, I thought. How peculiar. It didn't look anything
like me, at this stage. He assured me it would eventually look a great
deal like me, and that it was healthy and growing at a normal pace.
Even Wynston seemed fascinated by the process, and he downloaded all
pictures and information the man provided him.

The man turned to Wynston. "How long is she going to carry?" he asked.

"Two more months, at least," said Wynston. How interesting. This
little parasite was going to grow inside me for two more months? I
didn't say it, but I was actually pretty ready for it to be out of me,
before the pain started. I was nervous about that.

Wynston took me home. I spent the afternoon dusting and cleaning, I
had been out for a long time. Bytor 40998, the owner of the twins,
showed up, and to my pleasure he brought the twins with him. We
huddled in my parlor, and discussed girl stuff while Bytor and Wynston
did robot things in the workshop. The twins were interested to hear of
the progression of my copy, and I told them about seeing the pictures
of it, inside me. They were a little squeamish about that, and I
laughed.

"Cerys," said Luann, "who will own the copy, when is produced?"

I hadn't thought about that. I assumed Wynston would own it. Would he
keep it? Would it live here, with us? Or would Delios's owner get it?
I would have to ask Wynston, when an appropriate time occurred.

"How was... the act," asked Lilibeth.

"You mean the initiation of the copy function? The congress?" I said,
and she nodded.

"It was quite enjoyable," I admitted to them. "Delios was very nice,
but it stung a bit at first. Later, there were a few moments of
intense pleasure. I would do it again, if allowed."

Luann leaned in towards me, and whispered to me. "Cerys. We have
discovered something similar. We do it to each other, every night."

"Similar to the copy function?" I asked, slightly confused.

"No. The pleasure byproduct. We can show you, if you wish."

I was all for that. I had enjoyed the congress function greatly. I
still didn't understand, though.

"Will I need another human, to perform this function?" I asked.

"No..." Luann looked coyly at me, and then at her sister. "We have
discovered it can be performed by one's own self, to one. It is a
process, actually. Steps are followed, and great pleasure results. Are
we watched, in here?"

"Yes, we are watched. Why?"

"I am not sure if your owner would approve."

"May I ask him?" I said, and the girls stared at each other for a few
moments. I knew they were communicating, via implant. I waited
patiently.

"Cerys. I suppose you may ask. I am sure that our owner knows we do
this thing, since he watches us, as your owner watches you. We have
decided to assume he doesn't care, since he has said nothing about
it."

I pinged Wynston, via implant. "Wynston, Luann and Lilibeth wish to
show me ways to enact the pleasure byproduct of the sexual congress
function. Does this meet with your approval?"

Wynston's replay was immediate, and he gave his assent. "Human
pleasure is irrelevant. It meets with my approval."

"Thank you," I said, sending him some yellow happiness. 

I was pretty curious by now what the procedure was, if they were
making this big a deal out of it.

"Show me, please," I said.

"There is a way to do it with someone, and a way to do it alone," said
Lilibeth, taking the initiative. She motioned to her sister, who
stood, and removed her lower coverings. For the first time, I saw my
friend's private area. It was no surprise, she was a female, as I was,
and looked much the same.

Luann sat back on the couch, and slouched down, putting her legs out
and her private area slightly over the edge of the couch. Her sister
got down on her knees, and nestled between her spread legs.

"The process consists mainly of one human licking the other human's
private areas." said Lilibeth, and proceeded to demonstrate. I
watched, interested. Lilibeth leaned into her sister, licking, and
Luann sighed, and relaxed, slouching further. This went on for some
time, and Luann began to get very animated, and finally her body began
to twitch and jerk, and her breathing became irregular. I realized she
was feeling just as I had, during my congress with Delios. This
interested me greatly. Apparently nothing had to actually enter the
body for these things to happen. Just a tongue was all that was
needed.

Luann finally calmed down, and opened her eyes. She leaned down and
kissed her sister warmly, and said "Mmmmm, I taste good!" and we all
three laughed. She lay back on the couch, and relaxed. She seemed
tired, after that. I understood, I had felt tired after my congress
with Delios.

"Okay," said Lilibeth, standing. She pulled her lower coverings down
her legs, and sat. "This is the other way. We discovered this by
accident, but it is very effective."

Lilibeth spread her legs wide, and I looked into her private area.
"See this little bump?" she said, and I nodded. I was familiar enough
with my own private area to know I had one of those bumps. "Just put
your finger on it, and wiggle it around. Establish a rhythmic pattern.
Breathe deeply. After a while, one of those pleasure cycles will
happen. The two of us have gotten very good at this. We have begun to
do it several times a day, even."

I watched her as she applied her finger to the bump. It didn't look
hard. She went faster and faster, and finally I could tell she was
having a pleasure cycle. She gasped for breath, and her body shook.
She stuck her legs straight out, and I could see chill bumps on her.
She finally slowed her finger, and grinned at me.

"See? That's all there is to it. You can try it, if you wish."

I did wish. I stood, and slid my lower coverings down my legs. I sat,
as she had, and spread my legs widely apart. I had a nice fat little
bump, just like she did. I put my finger on it, and it did feel good.
I wondered why I hadn't discovered that, before. I began a rhythmic
rubbing of it, smashing it into my skin. It really felt good. The
girls sat and watched me, smiling. It did not take long. I felt the
pleasure cycle begin, in my legs, and I locked my legs like Lilibeth
had done. The cycle took me, then, and I felt intense pleasure from my
private area. I gasped for breath, and my whole body shook. It was
very intense. And I was glad the girls were there, watching me. It
seemed to add to the experience. I envied them, for a moment, for
having each other to do these acts with. I wondered if sometimes I
could get Lilibeth to lick me, as she had her sister.





Our little party finally ended when Bytor whisked the girls away with
him. I moped around, and thought about going into stasis, but I
decided to wait a while. When I go to bed, I thought, I will do
several of the pleasure cycles. I looked forward to it.





I heard a noise and looked up. Wynston was right outside my house, and
I went out on the porch. We made some small talk.

"Demonstrate the pleasure cycle, please," he said. I was almost
embarrassed, and I could not figure out why. Finally I pulled my
coverings down, and sat on the small couch on the porch of my cottage.
I spread my legs wide, and began to rub my bump.

"Explain each sub-function, please," Wynston said, and I ended up
giving him a little lesson on my bump, and the initiation of the
pleasure cycle. He seemed oddly interested, I thought. I finally had a
good long pleasure cycle, and I knew he was recording it all. That
actually amused me, for some reason.

"Will you do this often?" he asked, and I giggled.

"I'm sure I will..." I said, "it is very... very enjoyable. I will
probably do it every night." He made an noise of assent.

"I am glad you have discovered it, then," he said, and finally
wandered off. I went inside and watched Robovision for a while.





I got my wish, a few months later. I begged and begged Wynston for the
twins to spend the night with me, pestering him unmercifully. I think
it was a game to him, he said no, then maybe, then no, then sure!,
then no when the time came. He frustrated me at times, but I knew by
then that he'd eventually say yes, and mean it. He did, and we got it
all straightened out with Bytor, and one afternoon we went and got the
twins. We had a fun evening, even Wynston seemed to enjoy their
company, he was outside my cottage for the longest time and the three
of us talked. He entertained us with his imitations of humans saying
silly things, and simulated some pompous robots, for our amusement. He
finally scuttled away, and we went inside.

"Girls..." I said, enacting the beginning of my plans. "Do you still
participate with each other in the pleasure by-product?"

The both giggled and looked coyly at each other. "Of course," said
Luann. "Every night. Will you allow us to do it, tonight?"

"Of course," I said. "I had hopes you would. I ask that I be allowed
to participate."

"Of course!" said Lilibeth, laughing. We watched a few minutes of
Robovision, but I think that the idea I had planted in their heads had
their attention. We finally retired to my bedroom, and spent a few
moments giggling as we stripped each other's coverings from our
bodies. The three of us crawled up on my bed. Lilibeth lay on the bed,
and Luann and I lay on top of her. It felt good to just feel her naked
body beneath me. I felt her hand creep around to my bottom, and
squeeze. That felt good, too.

We wrestled and rolled about a while, giggling, having fun. At last,
somehow, I came to be on bottom, and Lilibeth slid down my body, her
tongue leaving a cool trail of saliva as she went. I spread my legs as
wide as I could, and we all three giggled when my hip joint popped
loudly.

Lilibeth's tongue was wonderful on my vagina. She pressed my bump with
her tongue, squishing it. She even stuck her tongue into my vagina, at
one point. She went down my slit, and put her tongue right on my anus,
to my surprise. I had never thought of the anus as part of the
process, but it was very enjoyable.

Luann nosed in, about that time. It was difficult for them, but
somehow the two of them licked my private area. It was very intense,
and I was momentarily lost in thick waves of pleasure that rolled over
my body. Luann licked my bump, and Lilibeth licked my anus. It was
very satisfying.

After a while, Lilibeth rose, and I kissed her. I could taste my own
taste on her lips, and that brought things to a new level of intensity
for me, for reasons I could not fathom. It was incredible. I shoved
her back on the bed, almost urgently, and buried my face in her groin.
She tasted good, extremely good, and I felt my vagina seep fluid as I
licked her. My bottom was up in the air, and Luann was back there
somewhere, licking my anus, even sticking her tongue into it. I heard
growls from Lilibeth as I licked her, and I giggled. She sounded like
an animal. I knew how she felt though, I'd felt it too. 

We just did stuff like that almost all night. I had a dozen or more
pleasure cycles. I began to understand what Wynston had meant once
when he'd said the pleasure by-product insured that the copy process
would be enacted. I would do this for any reason, I thought. I would
do this for no reason. I loved doing it.

The girls left the next day, and I just lay on my couch, exhausted. We
had enacted the procedure so many times I was flat worn out. I
couldn't wait until next time I got to see them. This was going to
happen every chance I got, from now on. This was just way too much
fun.





They took the baby when it was three months old. I remember nothing of
it, I was in stasis. I never even got to see it. I felt no different,
after it was removed. Life went on.

Years passed. As I got older, I got even better at pageants and shows.
I won many awards. I knew that I was very attractive. I had papers
saying I was, that I was among the most beautiful females on the
planet. It was fun, but as I got older, for some reason it just wasn't
enough. I was bored most of the time, and life almost didn't seem
worth living, at times. Wynston noticed, of course, and I was grateful
that he spent a fair amount of time trying to cheer me up, and
thinking of things to keep me occupied. I was realizing, more than
ever, what a good owner he was.

For many years, I never knew what happened to my copy. I had
delicately inquired of Wynston, but he seemed reticent to talk about
it. Or maybe, it occurred to me, maybe he just didn't know.

One day I was lazily laying around, trying not to be bored. We had
just come off a row of conventions, of basically beauty contest, and I
was a little worn out. I had done well, as usual, at least.

Wynston pinged me, via implant. I signaled back.

"Cerys. Come to my room. I have someone for you to meet." he said, and
I climbed over the railing, and made my way through the domicile until
I came to the room that he seemed to favor the most. He was doing this
more and more often, letting me get out on my own, I guess I had
proved to him by now I would do no harm, or not sneak off. He even let
me walk to the park by myself, at times, though I was often accosted
by robots who wondered what a human was doing, out unescorted.

Anyway, I walked in, and there was Wynston, talking to a young male,
whom I had never seen before. I went up to them, and Wynston
introduced me to the boy.

"Cerys. This is Callisthenes."

I said "Greetings," and he replied. He just stared at me. I wondered
who he actually was.

"Cerys," Wynston continued. "Prepare yourself for information that may
enact an extreme emotional response. Callisthenes... Callisthenes is
your copy."

My mind was just blank. I stared at the boy. This? I thought. This?
This came from out of my body? This?

For reasons unknown to me, it affected me profoundly. I felt tears run
down my cheeks, something that had only happened once or twice in my
life before. The boy just stared at me.

I felt drawn to him. I believe he felt it to. We approached, closer
and closer. At last I held my arms out, and drew him to me. He was
about my size, maybe a bit larger. He was comfortable to hold. I put
my face down into his shoulder and cried for a while.

Wynston tactfully withdrew. We stood and held each other for a while.
A thousand thoughts raced through my head. The main one was surprise
that he was a male. I had always thought, without really thinking
about it, that a copy of myself would be female, as I was. It didn't
really bother me, but it surprised me.

We finally sat, on a workbench. His knee was touching mine, we were so
close.

"Callisthenes," I finally said, trying his name out. 

"Cerys," he said. "I am pleased to meet you at last. I had always
wondered..."

"Wondered what," I asked, after he paused.

"Wondered where I came from," he said. I giggled a little bit.

"I made you, in my body..." I said, trying to remember the whole
experience. Too many years had passed for the memories to be fresh.

"Thank you," he said, and I giggled again.

"Where do you live?" I asked.

"I live far from here, in Kaliforvada, but as I understand it, I will
now be required to come live here, with you. For possibly many years."

"Why have you never been allowed to see me, until now?" I asked,
curious.

"I... as I understand it, I was required to spend my childhood with
Dongle 978. He is, or possibly was, my owner. He entered me in many
contests. But now that I am grown, his interest has moved on to other
younger males and females. I am now allowed to live with your owner,
Wynston, whom I understand also owns half of me."

Oh, I thought, oh let this be true. I hungered for a companion, like
Luann and Lilibeth had each in other. This might just be what I needed
the most. I felt like it was.

"Callisthenes..." I said. "Why do you live far away? I thought Dongle
just lived a ways away from here, in the same aggregation of housing
units."

"I believe he did, much earlier. We moved, when I was young. I
remember it."

"I see," I said. Another thought occurred to me. "Callisthenes... have
you ever met a male named Delios?"

"Yes, I see him quite often. He has participated in my maturity
process."

"He is the man that initiated the copy function that created you." I
said. He nodded. I missed Delios, sometimes. I had remembered him
kindly after all these years, and thought of him often. Sadly, we had
only had congress that one time. Those memories were fuzzy now, but I
remembered the pleasure of the process. I still experienced the
pleasure byproduct, almost nightly, thanks to my finger.

"Delios was very nice to me. I am glad he is known to you," I said. We
sat for a while, not talking, and I was happy just to be with him. He
smiled at me. I think he was happy in my company, too.

"Are you a fighter, as Delios is?" I finally asked.

"I have learned the basics, but no, I have never actually fought
another human to the death," he said. "I participate in several art
forms, mainly non-lethal martial arts."

"I see," I said, having no idea what that was. I would learn, I hoped.
I became more and more excited at the thought of him coming to live
with us. Would he share living quarters with me? I wondered. I had
many questions for Wynston, when he returned.

We sat and talked for another hour or two, and I was very happy. I
never got bored or unhappy. I was comfortable in his company, and I
felt like he was happy to spend time with me.




That was it. That fast, Callisthenes lived with us. He spent that
night on my couch, in my little house. The next day Wynston
disassembled most of my cottage, and added several rooms onto it, also
making the main living area larger. I was so happy I couldn't hold it
in, and I was silly, at times. My life had changed totally, in one
day. 

Callisthenes and I got along well. There were times when it was kind
of cloying, to have someone else around, but I understood. I had lived
alone my whole life. It took some getting used to. He was gracious,
though, and kind and understanding. I was proud that he had turned out
so well. He is much more than just a copy, I thought... he is better
than the original. He was, he was kinder and better than I was... he
was what I tried to be, what I should be. He was very nice.

We often sat on the porch, and Wynston would squat next to our
cottage, and converse. Wynston, on those occasions, would talk
audibly, it was just easier for some reason. We had lots of fun,
sometimes. When he wanted to be, Wynston could be very funny. Often,
when he was in that mood, I could ask him questions that I ordinarily
wouldn't be bold enough to ask.

"Wynston," I said one day. "What will you do with me when I am old,
and can no longer participate in pageants?"

He made that funny noise that passed for laughter in robots. "I might
have you stuffed and mounted before you lose your looks," he said, and
we all laughed. I wasn't afraid of that, I knew he was kinder than
that.

"Cerys," he continued. "I placed you on a drug named Viable many years
ago. Your aging process is now as slow as humanely possible, given the
biological limits ingrained in cell fission. You may live as long as
three hundred more years, we don't actually know."

"Wynston," I said. "Thank you. When I get old, can I just tell
everyone goodbye, and then go into stasis and stay? Would you allow
that?"

"I will allow that," he said. "Your maintenance costs are minimal, in
stasis. Just a trickle of nutrient, through your wormfeed. You would
eventually cease to function, never waking. Yes, I will agree to that.
It will make me sad to be without your company, though. I have grown
used to your companionship."

"Awww, that's sweet," I said, laughing. I felt better, though, knowing
I was provided for, in old age.

"I will become a lethal fighter," said Callisthenes. "I will die in
the arena, after you are gone." He leaned forward, and kissed me on
the side of the cheek. I felt even happier. Life was good, now,
surrounded by the person and the robot that loved me. I felt better
than I had ever felt.





That night, Callisthenes and I stayed up late, and talked into the
night. I poured my heart out to him, for some reason, trying to make
him understand how dull and pointless the years had seemed, until he
came along. He seemed to understand, and, although he was young, I
think he had felt some of the same things. We sat on the couch, the
screen on but muted, and he held me. It felt good to lay in his warm
strong arms. I felt a burst of affection towards him. He was a good
copy, I thought.

"Callisthenes..." I asked, thinking of something. "Have you ever...
initiated a copy function in a female? Like Delios did, with me?"

He was silent for a long time. I wondered how much he knew about the
function.

"No," he finally said. "I have not. Some of my former acquaintances
have, but I have never been asked to. I have been curious about the
procedure, though."

"I did not even know enough about it to be curious," I told him.
"Delios had to explain everything to me, when we engaged in the
function." I giggled, and he giggled some, too.

"The by-product is very pleasurable," I mentioned, hoping he would be
curious. I was beginning to make some plans in my head. I was seeing
more and more advantages to him coming to live with us.

"I have heard that," he admitted. "I admit to curiosity about the
process."

"Callisthenes..." I summoned my courage. I was not sure if this was
the right thing or not to do, but I wanted it to happen.
"Callisthenes... are you of the age yet... that your... that your...
penis, your organ... can become rigid?" I felt like this was a very
personal question, but I wanted to know, bad. My plans depended on it.
I knew from my reading that it was not possible, in the very young.

He was silent for a very long time, this time. Finally, he sighed, and
spoke. "It is often rigid in the morning, yes. And sometimes when I...
when I touch it."

"I see," I said. I thought furiously. I wondered if I should ask
Wynston before undertaking this procedure. Wynston seemed very
tolerant of me lately, I thought. I knew that he watched us, and would
miss nothing. If he wished to see the process, he easily could. If he
wished to stop me, he would probably be able to stop me immediately. A
part of his mind, I told myself, is probably listening to what we say
right now, as we say it.

"Callisthenes..." I said, placing my face close to his. I knew he
could feel my breath in his face. "Callisthenes... if you ever desire
to know more about the pleasure byproduct of the copy function, come
to my room during the sleep cycle. It would give me great pleasure to
share that information with you, on an intimate basis."

His lip trembled, and I wondered for a moment if he was going to
leave. He finally nodded.

"Thank you, Cerys. I will give it serious thought."

We went to bed, at last. I lay awake for a while, wondering if he
would come to me, but he didn't. Well, I thought, I will allow him
time for some thought. He was a deep thinker, I could tell already.
And methodical. It might take him a while to decide what he wants.





Some weeks passed. I was very happy, with Callisthenes living with me.
We got along very well. He was gentle, and kind. Wynston got
interested in his contests, and even took me along, when we watched
Callisthenes perform. He was good, but shockingly brutal. I saw many
times as he gave his opponents bloody noses and even broken limbs. He
was so good that he hardly ever got hurt. I was pleased that he could
be so brutal in the ring, but yet so gentle with me. I never feared
him, not once. He was sweet and kind.

One thing that allowed me to gauge my emotional condition and the
quality of my life was my cessation of use of the stasis helmet. Since
Callisthenes had come to live with me, I had never used it once. He
kept me busy and happy enough that I was never bored, as I had been
before. I was grateful for that, as much as anything. Now, I realized,
thanks to him, my life was worth living. I had something to stay up
for.

We talked again on occasion about the copy function and the pleasure
by-product. I felt like he was preparing himself for my offer. Sure
enough, one night I had just settled in to sleep when I heard a noise
at my door. He entered when I gave assent, and sat on my bed.

"Cerys," he said. I could tell he was uncharacteristically serious. "I
must know something. I must have your assurance that if I participate
in the pleasure by-product with you, that it will not affect our
relationship in any negative fashion. I have no idea how it could, or
why, but I must have that assurance."

I thought for a while. It didn't take long. "Callisthenes," I said. "I
think I can promise you that, with all possible positive assurances. I
think, in fact, that it will only make our feelings of affection for
each other stronger. Callisthenes... I have been reading what I can
find, of what the ancients wrote. I believe that what we feel for each
other is the mythical emotion known as love... whole books and poems
were written about it. It figured very strongly in the lives of the
ancients. I believe that is what I feel for you. I love you,
Callisthenes."

"And I love you, Cerys, as I understand love," he said. I leaned up,
and put my face to his. I pressed my lips to his, not just
momentarily, but as I had read that the ancients used to do. He seemed
surprised, but he allowed it. He lay back, and I nestled into his
body. His strong arms surrounded me. I felt loved and protected and a
million other things. I was as happy as I'd ever been.

That's all we did, the first night. It was enough. I woke up the next
morning, in his arms, and just watched his sleeping face. I felt
something by then that was stronger than anything I'd known, so far. I
wondered how it could just keep on going and going. But it seemed to.

We had a fun day. Wynston took us to a thing called a fair, and it was
fun to just be out in the middle of a thousand other humans and
robots, and have nothing expected of me other than to have fun.
Callisthenes started a procedure where he held my hand in his, even as
we walked, or stood and looked at exhibits. Just his touch gratified
me, and I was proud to walk around with this handsome young man by my
side. I hoped he was as proud, I knew I was still attractive and
beautiful. I thought we probably made a good looking couple.

We lay around that night, and watched Robovision until our eyes hurt.
Wynston stopped by, with something I'd tried before on rare occasions,
food for oral ingestion. It was called cake, and it was very good,
although my mouth felt funny after I ate it, until I washed it out.
Wynston had no mechanism for the function of eating, I have no idea
why he brought it, other than fulfilling some wish to make us happy. I
thanked him profusely, in any case. He was truly a good owner, to do
things for us, things that he didn't have to, things that he saw no
immediate benefit from.

That night, as we got ready for the sleep cycle, Callisthenes followed
me to my room. I started to put on my sleep covering, but then I
thought, why? I hoped that it would please him to see me without my
coverings. And I admit, I was a little curious to see him without his.

I dropped my coverings to the floor, and stood before him a moment,
naked. I crawled up on the bed, and waited to see what he would do. He
seemed reticent, at first, but then he also dropped his coverings, and
was as naked as I was. I felt great satisfaction as I admired his
body. He was strong, and almost hard looking. And his... organ... was
admirable. It was even larger than I remembered Delios' being. I
realized that my greatest wish was probably within my grasp, my wish
to feel his penis inside my body. I was intensely happy. I could feel
my vagina begin to produce juices, even. Weirdly, that's how happy I
was.

Callisthenes climbed into my bed. I held my arms out to him, and he
cuddled with me. I could feel his hard organ poking me in the stomach.
I giggled, and he laughed. I reached down and took it in my hands,
feeling one for the first time. I hadn't touched Delios's, when we had
first initiated the copy function. This was a first, for me. It felt
like many things to me, it felt hard, and soft at the same time. It
felt cool, and warm at the same time. I giggled some more, and ran my
hands up and down it. He sighed, and I hoped that it was feeling
pleasurable for him.

We did that for a long time. He seemed happy with it. I was thinking
more and more of the things I could do, now that he was literally in
my grasp.

"Callisthenes," I said. "I am going to do something that I have
thought up. I hope it is pleasurable to you. I don't know if it's
proper, for hygienic reasons, although I have had females do something
similar to me."

I leaned down his body, and took his penis in my mouth. It felt funny,
but it excited me, at the same time. I heard him groan loudly, and I
hoped it was a positive groan. For some reason I felt inspired to suck
on his penis, and he groaned again. I simulated the congress act,
then, moving my head back and forth, causing his penis to slide in and
out of my mouth. I could tell he was loving it, and it was fun for me
too. Fun, and pleasurable. We did this also, for a long time. I was
content, even though my jaw started aching, and I wondered how to
gracefully end it, at last.

Suddenly, I felt his penis twitch, inside my mouth. I felt
contractions from deep inside his body, also. Something sprayed from
the end of his penis, squirting into my mouth. In surprise I opened my
mouth, causing some of it to run out, so I hurriedly closed my lips
again. I kept the in-and-out motion going, realizing that whatever was
happening was just part of the process.

At last he stopped squirting, and after a few moments I could feel his
penis beginning to lose it's hardness. His hands were around my head,
and I left him pull me back up to where his head was.

Once I slid his penis out of my mouth, I could taste the substance in
my mouth. It had an unusual taste, but not offensive. I will do this
again, I told myself. Whatever we decide to call it, I will do it
again.

He kissed me, then, on my mouth, for a long long time. I felt his
tongue tickling my lips, and I tickled back. We finally pulled away,
laughing, and then went right back to kissing. It was fun to kiss him.
I enjoyed it greatly.

We cuddled again, for some time. I touched his penis, curious if it
would harden again. Just that seemed to be enough, I felt it start.

"Callisthenes..." I said. "I want to perform the copy function with
you, but I think I should ask Wynston first. I do not wish to do it,
if a copy will result... at least without Wynston's approval. Do you
understand?"

"Yes," he said. "You are correct to ask him."

I pinged Wynston with my implant. He answered instantly, as he always
did.

"Wynston," I sent. "I wish to enact the copy function with
Callisthenes, but I am not sure if it is appropriate if a copy will
result. Do you have an opinion?"

"Yes," he replied. I knew in that split second he had considered every
aspect of it. "You may. I have just sent a request to wormfeed central
to supply you with a drug via your wormfeed, a drug named "Wolfram
Seven". It will disable the receptivity of your eggs to his sperm. No
copy will be produced. It should be in your system, as we speak."

"Thank you, Wynston," I sent burst of red happiness to him. 

"Cerys," he continued. "In the days of the ancients, what you propose
was not allowed. Since you are the originator of the copy, in the old
days you would not be allowed to participate in the pleasure-byproduct
with the copy. It was not allowed. I, however, see no danger. You may
proceed."

"Why..." I was understandably curious. "Why did the ancients not allow
it?"

"The ancients did not always have effective means to prevent copies
from arising. And the ancients had... emotional barriers... it is
difficult to explain without a detailed overview of their society and
their familial structure... if you are really interested I will
provide you with reading material and vids..."

"I am interested, but not now. Thank you, Wynston." I was truly
grateful, and I let the contact drop, sending him green contentment. I
turned back to Callisthenes.

"Calli..." I said. "Wynston says he will prevent a copy from being
made. Darling... will you participate in the copy function with me?
Can we call it a non-copy copy function?"

He giggled at that, and I giggled back. We kissed again. I grasped his
penis, and wiggled it around. It was good and hard.

"Calli," I said. "I'm going to lay back, and when you are ready, you
may insert your penis into my vagina. I know it is surprising, but I
think it will fit, just fine.





I awoke early, again. Callisthenes slept on. He looked very handsome
and young. I was proud of him. I was proud to have done the copy
function with him. The pleasure had been intense, way more than I
remembered when I did it with Delios. I thought of Luann and Lilibeth.
I badly wanted to tell them what I had done with Callisthenes. I
thought, now that I have done this with him, I wonder if he'd like to
include the twins in a variation of the copy function. That might be
fun. My mind churned, thinking of possibilities. It was fun to have
somebody present, to do these things with. How happy I was with my
life, now. It just seemed to get better and better. I sighed and held
Callisthenes tightly in my arms. He mumbled and wiggled around in his
sleep. I was happy, as happy as a pet could be.





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