Title: Our Robot, Chapter Two Author: Nobilis Summary: Introducing Tootsie, the titular robot Keywords: We don't need no stinkin' keywords *************************************** Dislaimers This story is intended as Adult entertainment. It contains material of an explicit, adult, sexual nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content, please do not read any further. This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in it are fictional, and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. It may be distributed for free with all disclaimers attached. *************************************** Our Robot by Nobilis Chapter Two Anne The robot lay prone within the storage box. It didn't look much like a robot. What it looked like was a woman. A woman with unnaturally huge, gravity-defying, wet-dream breasts. Her auburn hair, staring blue eyes, lacy French maid costume, and the power cord running from the base of her skull into the wall made no impression, compared to those breasts. "Robot, huh," I said. "Housework?" "Yeah." Bill wasn't looking at me as he scratched the back of his head. "My guess is that it did more than housework." "Yeah." "You're a robophile." "If I was obsessed with it, I wouldn't have left it in the box since the first day I met you." "But before that?" "Yeah." "Yeah, what?" "It was a sex toy." I sighed. "Certainly is a looker, isn't she." "Not my idea. I won it in a bet." "She knows how to do housework?" "Yeah. Cleaning, laundry, that kind of thing. It can warm stuff up in a microwave but don't ask it to cook." "Turn it on." Bill stepped over to the robot, bent over, and reached down to the base of its skull. He straightened up again, and said, "Tootsie, stand up, please." The robots face took on a faint smile, and it climbed out of its box and stood up. "Tootsie, retract your power cord, please." Tootsie turned, pulled the power cord out of the wall, and it slowly reeled it into whatever hidden space kept it. She was about five feet, nine inches tall, and her breasts were even more impressive standing up than they had been lying down. They even swayed when she moved. "Tootsie, system check, please," said Bill. He turned and explained, "The name 'Tootsie' opens a command, and 'please' closes it." Tootsie stood in place, clicking and whirring for a few minutes. She moved, flexing her joints. I watched, still angry, as it went through the routine. After a few minutes, she said, "All systems functioning within normal parameters. System clock requires reset. Internal fluid system needs complete flush and recharge. Orientation map is incomplete." Bill checked his watch and said, "Tootsie, set system clock to eight thirty-four pm, June twenty-third, year twenty fifteen." "System clock set to eight thirty-four pm, June twenty-three, two thousand fifteen." Bill turned to me again. "Do you want it to clean up after dinner?" I shrugged. "What's the 'fluid system'?" Bill looked back at her and said, "That handles things that make it seem lifelike - saliva, moist eyes, even sweat. It doesn't need it to do the dishes." "Yeah, I get the picture." I could imagine the other fluids it would need. "And the orientation map?" "That's how it knows its way around the house." "Well, she's going to need that." I stepped up to Tootsie. "Tootsie, tell me how you get your orientation map, please." Tootsie looked at Bill. "Command privilege?" Bill said, "Tootsie, this is Anne. Give her the same command privilege that I have, then make my command privilege one step less, please." Tootsie said, "Command privilege one entered for user 'Anne'. Command privilege for user 'Bill' changed from one to two. Then she turned to me. "To initialize orientation map, I must scan the location. Please open all doorways to which I am to have access, though you do not need to open cabinets and drawers. Then give the command, 'initialize orientation map.' Orientation will take approximately five minutes per hundred square feet." "Anyplace she shouldn't go?" I asked. "Not unless you want to." I said, "Tootsie, go out that door please." Tootsie walked out into the hallway. Bill and I followed her, and then I closed the study door. I made a quick check around the townhouse, and then came back. "Tootsie, initialize orientation map, please." Tootsie began walking around the house, looking closely at everything. I followed her. I was curious. Technology isn't my expertise, but I like gadgets. Bill followed me. Bill "Does she have any other clothes?" asked Anne. "There's a bag in the storage box, I think, but none of it is any more decent than that." "Right." She clicked her tongue. She does that when she's holding back something snippy. I cringed. The robot moved from room to room, looking at everything, opening and closing cupboards, picking up furniture, knick-knacks, and whatnot. I had seen her do it before, and understood the basics of the process, so mostly I watched Anne. She finally gave voice to her feelings. She looked me in the eye while the robot was going through the lengthy process of learning her way around the kitchen. "Let me make this clear... you do NOT touch her. She belongs to ME now. I feel like she's an intruder here, and I won't have her come between us. Clear?" "Crystal. Look, I haven't touched it for years. Why do I feel like I've done something wrong?" "For one thing, you didn't get rid of her." "What was I going to do? Put it on E-bay? That would be great. 'Used sex robot for sale. Triple entry, big tits. Getting married, must sell.' I don't even think they TAKE ads like that." "There's other sites that do." "Look, it's just one of those things, okay? It didn't have to be dealt with right away, so I didn't deal with it. I procrastinated. I'm sorry, it was wrong, but it wasn't THAT wrong. So stop treating me like I've been cheating on you, because I haven't." "You're right, I'm wrong... I just feel like you had this big secret affair right before we met, and I feel threatened." "Don't be. It's a robot, just a robot, and it won't take long for you to see that it's no threat to you at all. Since you have the highest command privilege, you can set whatever rules with it that you want, and I won't be able to rescind them. If you don't want her to let me touch her, tell her that and she'll do her best to obey. If you want her to tell you if I touch her, she'll do that too." Tootsie returned to Anne and said, "Orientation Map Initialized." "Alright, come on," Anne said. "I want to see it do my dishes." End Chapter TwoOur_Robot_Chapter_02