Perverts 'R' Us

Sentient Being - Part 1

By Loki925 ( M+/g, cyborg )

Doctor Lazarus Stone was working on his new creation. This time it was truly a work of love. Dr. Stone was scarcely thirty years old but he had already received three Nobel Prizes for his work.

Dr. Stone was neither arrogant nor humble but he was possessed by his work. He wanted to create the living embodiment of his twin sister who had died when she was just eight years old.

He too with absolutely no measurable brain function had been declared clinically dead. With his mother and father already dead from the same terrible car accident his only living relative was his grandmother. She had to make the terrible decision, whether to cut off her only living grand child's life support system.

Mrs. Emma Stone was not a very religious person but she could not make the decision to cut off her only grandson's life support. Mrs. Stone made the only decision she felt she could live with. She had Lazarus transported to what in the future people would call a Vegetative care center.

A Vegetative care center was a place where clinically dead humans were cared for until the insurance ran out or they died from other complications. There was always the faint hope that someone might miraculously be revived but so far that hadn't happened. Mrs. Smith visited her grandson every day for the next eighty nine days.

Ninety days care was all the insurance would cover so on the evening of the eighty ninth day Mrs. Stone said her final goodbye to her only grandson. After she left the care center Mrs. Stone sadly made arrangements for her grandson's funeral.

However the next morning after all his life support was removed Lazarus lived up to his name sake. He suddenly sat up in bed and said he was hungry. Somehow Lazarus' brain had repaired itself but not only had it been repaired, it somehow improved immeasurably.

The news of his astonishing revival brought a great increase in the numbers of such clinically dead people who were sent to the Vegetative care centers, much to the delight of the owners of the centers.

Lazarus took the death of his parents almost with ease. But the death of his twin sister devastated the young lad. They say that twins have a special bond and perhaps that is what drove Lazarus to try and recreate her once he had acquired the expertise to do it.

With the worldwide ban on human cloning Lazarus had only one other choice. He would create the perfect sentient cyborg. But he did not want to create just any cyborg. He wanted to create a half human, half machine that was the perfect replicate of his lost eight-year-old sister.

Now after a very short five years he believed he had accomplished his goal. He looked at the perfect recreation of his sister Lana. She had sparkling blond hair with bright blue eyes.

She was exactly 50 inches tall and weighed 60 pounds and she was dressed in his sister's favorite pink dress. Her skin was still cool and her mechanical heart had not started to beat yet.

Clipped to her index finger was a blood pressure, heart beat, and temperature monitoring device. On her forehead was a gray rubber suction cup. Attached to both devices were several wires that led to a flat screen monitor. Running across the screen were several green horizontal lines.

First one of the horizontal lines spiked toward the vertical then another. Soon all the lines were bouncing with activity. Lazarus smiled. He had done it. But his smile was short lived, for he had not completely finished his work.

His cyborg while it was more than one hundred generations above any other robotic life form of the day was not yet sentient. It was no better than an old fashioned Betsy Wetsy doll with living human skin. Well no, it was better than that.

Lana at this point had the brain power and consciousness of a small sleeping mouse. Still even a sleeping mouse is alive. Lazarus looked at the clock and it read well past midnight. He knew he had to get some sleep or when he went to his grandmother's tomorrow for Sunday dinner she would notice his fatigue.

He loved his grandmother even though he felt she was over zealous when it came to his health. The last time he had arrived with dark circles under his eyes she made him stay with her for three long unproductive days.

He kissed Lana tenderly on the cheek and uttered a few words of what to anyone else would be gibberish. But to him and him alone the words commanded Lana's low level brain to sleep for seventy-two hours.

Seventy-two hours would be more than time enough for him to visit his grandmother and put the finishing touches on Lana's consciousness. He turned out the light, left the lab and went up to his bedroom.

In the bedroom he took a mild sedative, removed his clothing and got in bed. Ten hours later he woke up and felt very refreshed. He went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He smiled. There was not the slightest indication he had worked almost twenty hours a day for the last five years.

He took a shower, dressed, turned on the alarm system and left the house. He would stop but only once to have a light brunch before he finished the four hour drive it took him to reach his grandmother's house.

As Lazarus pulled out of the driveway he had no idea that for the last seven months someone had been watching him. E. Hester had two PhDs and an IQ in the genius category but compared to Lazarus he was little more than a low grade moron.

E, which was short for Einstein and a name he had given himself, hated Lazarus for being called the genius of the ages. It was a title he felt if not for Lazarus belonged to him. He had been monitoring Lazarus' progress since he found out where he lived seven months ago.

Through his high power binoculars he had seen Lazarus' screen glowing with activity. He knew it could mean only one thing; Lazarus was finished with his latest project. Little did he know the cyborg was still incomplete.

What to him looked like a temporary sleep state while the cyborg loaded all the necessary programming information was not that at all. E used his cell phone to call an ex-convict who had been a security systems expert but who used his talent to break into the very homes he had supposedly secured.

Billy Cole was not doing very well after spending the last five years in prison. But he was not about to exchange his freedom for a cheap B&E. He was looking for something more, much more.

So when he heard from the person he used to fence his stolen goods with about some guy who wanted to steal a robot he had to find out what it was all about. When he found out the robot belonged to Dr. Lazarus Stone he jumped at the chance.

He knew from reading the papers that the last patent Dr. Stone had sold netted him a cool fifty million dollars. Billy knew anything that the eminent three times Nobel Prize winning Doctor invented was worth its weight in gold.

Billy had waited for this day for some time. So as he hung up the phone he was ready to dispose of Dr. Hester and take whatever Dr. Stone had made for his own. He had already made arrangements to sell whatever it was for a cool tax free million dollars.

Little did he know he would also be betrayed by the very people he had made the deal with. Billy drove to where Dr. Hester was waiting for him. Several hours later he arrived and parked his beat up car.

He exited the car and said to Dr. Hester, "Where's the fifty thousand dollars you promised me?"

"Don't worry; you will get your money as soon as we take her to my lab." Hester answered.

Billy did not really care about the fifty thousand; it was peanuts compared to what he would be getting. But he wanted it anyway. He and Hester made their way to Lazarus' home. The house was hidden behind a small wooded area. If you did not know the home was there you would never see it driving on the seldom traveled, small out-of-the-way two lane road.

With his car and Hester's van hidden behind a clump of trees they walked across the road. Billy did not want to take any chances. He surveyed the area for hidden cameras and other security devices.

When he was satisfied that there were no such devices he told Hester to wait while he disabled the alarm system. As he approached the house Billy pulled down his ski mask. He did not want the cameras attached to the front door to register his face.

As Billy drew near the house he turned on his infrared light detector. After a few moments he found the lights he was looking for. He had expected an elaborate security system and he was not disappointed.

The security system was top of the line but he would have no problems disarming the entire system. And he would do it in a way that would not point to him. It took Billy ninety minutes to disable the system.

When Billy was done he opened the front door and walked in the house like he lived there. He turned around and beckoned Hester to join him. A few minutes after Hester joined him Billy opened the door to the basement lab.

He flipped the light switch on and inspected the stairs for any other security devices. When he was sure there were none he walked down the stairs. When he reached the bottom of the stairs he could hardly believe what he was looking at. The lab was actually bigger than the exterior dimensions of the house.

He was so fixated by what must have been millions of dollars worth of strange equipment he hardly noticed that Hester walked past him. As Hester stood in front of Lazarus' creation he could hardly believe his own eyes.

Slowly he reached out his hand and touched the robot. As his hand touched the robot's skin he was further amazed. The robot's skins was warm to the touch and where before he had hardly noticed he could see the robot's chest moving, taking in air as if it was breathing.

"Damn!" he thought, "If I didn't know better this robot could be mistaken for a human child."

He was lost in his own thoughts when he heard Billy say, "Is that it?"

When Hester heard the words "it" he turned to Billy and said, "She can hardly be called it!"

"Whatever Doctor, we need to get out of here!" Billy said harshly.

"Yes of course."

Billy reached to take the device but Hester stopped him and said, "I will take her."

"B--," Billy started to say but was shocked as Hester simply picked up the robot.

Billy thought the robot must have weighed a ton or more but from his brief examination of the robot Hester knew better. And that made Lazarus' creation even more remarkable.

The female cyborg weighed exactly 60 pounds and was exactly 50.25 inches tall which was the average height and weight for a young eight-year-old girl. As Hester carried the creation to his van he could feel the steady beat of her heart and her lungs slowly inhaling and exhaling.

He put the cyborg in the back seat. He turned toward Billy but before he could utter a single word Billy struck him with a tire iron across the top of his skull. Hester slumped to the ground. His blank eyes looked at Billy one last time before Billy struck him again and again. Hester's skull cracked in several dozen places.

Billy searched the dead body and found the van keys. After he found them he dragged Hester's dead body into the back of the van. He closed the side door and got into the driver's seat. He started the van and drove off. He did not care about the old car he would be leaving behind.

The car was stolen and he had made sure the theft would not lead the police to him. As Billy drove to the location where he was to meet with a man from Acme Robotics Corp, all he could think about was his million dollars.

Acme Robotics was a poor third in the production of quality Robotic devices. The only reason they were still in business was their Dorothy line. The Dorothy line was a medium priced sexual companion line.

Unlike the ancient blow up rubber dolls, the Dorothy line was a true robot male or female companion and could be purchased with features of any age or skin color. The most popular Dorothy model was the nine-year-old, tan skin, short blond hair, and blue eyed female robot.

Dorothy had fine synthetic skin and could be programmed from prim and proper to a total slut. But no matter what programming the owner chose, all of her orifices were delightfully fuckable and needed no maintenance.

Dorothy's largest draw back was that she weighed well over three hundred pounds and had to be recharged every six hours. She had many other faults but she was fuckable and affordable.

When Billy reached the warehouse he honked the horn twice and the door opened. Billy looked inside and saw two men. One was his contact but he didn't know the other man.

This made Billy a little suspicious. When the door closed behind Billy he got out of the van with the tire iron in his hand. He looked at the man he knew as Ralph and asked, "Who is he?"

"That's Robert. He's our chief design engineer. He needs to check the robot out before we can complete our transaction."

"Go ahead but don't get any funny ideas," Billy snarled and he shook the tire iron.

Robert could have had a very bright future but he ran afoul of the law when he decided to use his genius abilities to hack into the ATM network and make it pay out like a slot machine jackpot.

He was easily caught when he started to buy things an eighteen-year-old could never afford. He spent several years in prison and upon his release he was double the years he had spent in jail behind in the latest technological advances.

Although it took him less than one year to catch up with current technology the other two major robotics corporations wanted nothing to do with an ex-convict. However Acme was a company that would stretch the limits of the law and go beyond those limits. It had no problem hiring him.

Robert opened the Van's side door and looked inside. When he saw the female cyborg he could hardly believe what he was looking at. If he didn't know better he would swear he was looking at a living, breathing human female child around eight or nine years of age.

He was so transfixed by the cyborg he did not hear Ralph say, 'Is it there?' three times before he turned his head to answer. But as he turned his head he saw the dead body in the back of the van.

The sight of the dead body sent a panicked chill of fear up and down Robert's spine. He was now an accessory to a crime for which there was only one penalty, and that was a sharp needle filled with various life-ending chemicals injected in the arm.

There was no more 'life without parole' sentencing. The tax-paying public refused to warehouse criminals for life. It was infinitely less expensive to simply put them to death. More than one quarter of a million criminals worldwide were now put to death each year.

With a world population of some ten billion now no one cared about murderers. The public wanted harsher punishment for criminals and what the majority wants it always seems to get.

To make matters worse Robert knew he had already violated the 'two strikes' law working for Acme. But he had little choice in the matter; it was either work for Acme or work building the Mars colony. And he knew the life expectancy for a construction worker on Mars was less than five years, which was the term of one's contract.

Robert turned to Ralph and said, "Yes, she is here." It was puzzling that he had called the robot 'she' instead of 'it'. He always used 'it' when referring to the robotic devices he worked on. But he had little time to think about it.

Robert watched Billy walk toward Ralph only to be met by a several bullets to his head. Stunned, Robert watched as Billy fell to the hard concrete floor. "Well, get it out of the van." Ralph said.

Frozen like a concrete block Robert could only watch as the warehouse door opened. "Get a move on," Ralph shouted, "We don't have all night."

Robert, thinking he would need some help getting the robot out of the van, waited for the two men who had exited the truck that was now parked outside of the warehouse. The two men were moving toward him pushing a small lift truck.

When the men and the lift truck arrived Robert said, "I will get the head, you two take her feet."

Robert got into the van and braced himself. He thought for sure no matter how real she looked she must weigh at least two hundred and fifty pounds. But as he slid his arms under hers he noticed how warm and real her skin felt.

He also noticed her arms had no real weight to them at all as if they were real human arms. He was even more shocked as he wrapped his hands around her chest. He could feel what could only be a heartbeat and the movement of her chest as it drew in air and exhaled.

He watched as the two men reached for the robot's legs but said, "I think I can lift her myself."

The two men looked at him as if he was crazy. But as Robert lifted the robot girl into his arms and stepped out of the van not only were they totally amazed, so was Ralph. It took Ralph a few moments to recover before he said, "How much does it weigh?"

"I would say somewhere between 55 and 60 pounds." Robert answered.

'Damn,' Ralph thought to himself, 'if they can duplicate this female robot even in the smallest way, I'll be rich beyond my wildest dreams'.

"Robert, do you think you can reverse engineer it?" Ralph asked.

"I won't know that until I get her back to the lab." Robert answered.

Several hours later Robert was sitting alone in the main research lab at Acme. He could not help himself. Doctor Lazarus Stone's creation was a perfect imitation of a young human female.

He had already removed her dress and examined every inch of her all too human skin. He was sitting there looking at her white cotton panties. He knew what would be under them and that bothered him.

For test purposes he had fucked many a Dorothy robot but Dorothy for all her many advancements still looked like a child's doll. The cyborg, if he could call her that, was human in every way.

He knew if he removed the cyborg's white cotton panties he would find a perfect human vagina, a vagina he could ream his rod into and have it feel just like a human girl's. He more than wanted to fuck the beautiful blond cyborg, but he hesitated.

She was not only entirely human looking, she even felt human. He continued to reason it out. A machine that looked and felt and breathed like a human. Was she human or was she still just a machine? Finally his wet pre-cum boxer shorts tipped the balance.

He walked over to the cyborg and picked her up. He carried her to a bed he sometimes used when he worked very late and did not want to drive back to his small one bedroom apartment.

He laid her on the bed and removed his own clothing. His rod was at half staff and dripping profusely. He put his hands on her cotton panties and slowly pulled them down.

Leaving her vagina covered he lifted her up and pulled her panties off her rear end.

He looked at the crotch and tugged on her panties and exposed her vagina for the first time. "Oh my God," he exclaimed, "It's real too."

'Wait a second,' he thought, 'where is her clit?' Quickly he slid her panties off her legs and discarded them. He placed his fingers on the tender folds of her vagina and spread her soft vaginal labia.

His eyes bugged out. Not only did she have a small prepuce-covered innie clit, she had an intact hymen. His half limp staff jumped to attention and ejected a long thick line of white, sticky jizz fluid.

Spraying the bed sheets his cock fired two more short lines of spunk. Robert was shocked that he had a premature ejaculation. The last time such a thing had happened to him was when he was fifteen.

He had cum in his underwear the first time he had seen a real girl naked. The woman was in her early thirties. She had simply smiled at him before she pulled down his drawers and began to suck his cock.

He learned a lot from that older woman and he used that knowledge to seduce and fuck girls his own age. Now Robert got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. He would have to think about this some more. If he broke through the hymen would it bleed? He was no longer sure that the answer was 'no'.

To be continued

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