18 comments/ 87470 views/ 27 favorites I Love You FCSK 12712 By: dr_mabeuse There'd been so much advance hype and so many press releases about SUS's new Model K Female Sexual Companion that most of the press covering Slixpo 27 practically had their reviews written before the show even opened. So when SUS failed to deliver due to "last minute glitches", the reporters and e-media people milling around the empty SUS stage were not a happy bunch. Deadlines would be missed, stories would have to be rewritten, and video clips reshot to fill in the empty space that had been set aside for the breathless reviews of the no-show SUS "Karen". As the reigning Godzilla of the entire consumer robotics market, SUS was already a tempting target for anyone with a grudge against the simulant industry, and that included just about everybody. There was certainly no love lost between SUS and Bram North. He didn't like their arrogance, he didn't like their huge market share, and he especially didn't like the way they jerked around the press, favoring sympathetic reporters with hot scoops while freezing out those who had given them bad reviews. Despite his personal feelings, he'd always been reasonably soft on SUS since that's where the news was, but this time he found himself wondering whether it might not be time to give the anti-robotics/anti-SUS crowd a little more media attention. So this fiasco didn't do much to improve SUS's already fragile relationship with the e-consumer press, who now had to spend their nights actually writing stories instead of being entertained and fed by the various big money vendors who sought their favor. And Bram, one of the most influential members of the press, was very much peeved by the time he finally got back home, beat and worn out, and just waiting to get to his word processor. He keyed his lock, walked into his unit and stopped. There was an angel lying on his sofa. Possibly the sexiest, most beautiful angel he had ever seen in his life. She literally took his breath away. He knew immediately she could only be a Model K. She wore a black pleather mini-skirt, and an iridescent liquid silver top that did wonderful things for her breasts. Her hair was reddish blonde and there was a lot of it, tumbling and rolling around an angelic face. No one wore their hair that long any more. He knew immediately that she could only be a Model K. "Oh Mr. North," she breathed when he walked in. She jumped to her feet and stood primly by the sofa. As primly as a woman built like her could stand. "I'm so glad to see you! I've been so lonely waiting for you! May I take your bags?" Her eyes were large and shockingly blue, and it was only the slightly saucy puffiness of her red lips that kept her from being cloyingly pretty. As it was her face made him want to push something between those lips. Which, after all, was the whole idea with a gynoid robot. "How'd you get in here?" he asked her. Her face melted, her shoulders sagged. "I hope you won't be too angry, but I was afraid to wait for you down in the lobby. I managed to convince the super to let me in." She noticed the suspicion in his eyes and added, "I couldn't just wait in the lobby, Mr. North. Everyone was looking at me!" He looked her quickly up and down. The curves of her legs, as long and sinuous as the lines of a Sahara sand dune, the oasis of her hips, the succulent promise of her ripe breasts, all topped by that angelic and yet knowing face. She had some of the leggy exuberance of a young philly, and some of the confidant sexiness of the seasoned courtesan. "Yeah." he said. "I bet they did." "Oh, I am sorry. How rude of me. I haven't even introduced myself." she blushed slightly, a charming touch, then her eyes took on a glassy appearance. She stood up straight, in an attitude that reminded him of the earlier E models, and with a perfect public-relations smile said: "I'm FCSKI2712GG000882AD model K, popularly known as a 'Karen', the latest Female Companion, sexual: model K gynoid from Simulations Unlimited Systems International. I'm programmed with the latest SUS updated proprietary Sexware version 16.6 and BrainStem Incorporated's state-of-the-art Analog Human Autonomy Simulation package developed under exclusive contract to SUS, and I'm the first commercially available sexual companion to use SUS's revolutionary new fully-integrated Cloned-Interface Wetware that makes me all but indistinguishable from a real human female. I'm just so real, you won't believe it! "SUS' revolutionary technology" she went on, "has at last produced a sexual companion so real, so lifelike, that you can be proud to take her anywhere and who can still fulfill any and all of your sexual desires no matter how extreme. SUS's Cloned-Interface Wetware technology and Biomimetic Servomechanics—both are registered trademarks of SUS incorporated--assure that I'll give decades of dependable service with a minimum of maintenance or product downtime. "My simulated skin is a product of SUS' advanced bionic research with incorporates…" "Okay. Save it sweetheart." Bram said throwing his keys on his desk. "I've been listening to this crap all week." "Oh." she said dropping her eyes in disappointment. "I'm sorry, Mr. North. I know it must have been a great disappointment when I was unable to make my debut as planned, and SUS and I both would like to offer our most sincere apologies for any trouble or distress this might have caused you." She brightened and said "And as a token of our concern, SUS—and I myself-- would like you to have full use of me for a week, so that you may take full of advantage of me and my many features in any way you wish before writing your product review." She spread her arms, showing herself off, and then said in a confidential whisper. "SUS would also like to offer you special terms on a longer term lease following the initial break-in period, in return for special promotional considerations, of course." "Of course." he said. Well, that was nice. This was the only way he'd ever get his hands on a Karen, given the astonishing market price. But he was still not totally appeased. He knew he was basically being bribed, bought off. Just like SUS. At the same time he had to admit she was just stunning. And she simply could not be more lifelike. As one of the top industry reviewers, he certainly owed it to his subscribers to check this model out most thoroughly. It was his job. He popped a Calmdown and a Mello into his mouth to rid himself of the travel jitters and washed them down with a gulp of water from a bottle that had been on his desk since he left for the show. Water doesn't spoil, he thought. "Looks like your boss is pulling out all the stops for this one, huh?" he said. "She seems to be running a little scared after that little Slixpo screw-up." "We do apologize for our inability to be at the show, very deeply. But I don't understand." she said, furrowing her pretty brow. "You're my boss, Mr. North, as I explained." "Right." he said. "No, I mean your hotshot wonder-kid VP of marketing, Ms Shay Gowandus. This doesn't look good for her. Her first project and she fucks it up royally." "Mr. North," she said, "you know how the industry is. Sometimes these things are unavoidable. The important thing is that we are here together, now, and I'm willing to do anything I can to make it up to you. Anything." She sat down, clasped her hands together and leaned towards him. "Let's be frank, Mr. North. We know that you are not SUS's biggest supporter. If anything, you seem to be in our critic's camps. We know that you tend to favor our competitor, the people at Genista, for whom we have only the profoundest respect. We only ask that you give us a chance to show you what we can do—what I can do—before you evaluate the latest line of sexual surrogate gynoids. Just give us—me—a chance." She fixed her blue eyes on him, deep with sincerity and vulnerability. "That's all we ask, Mr. North. That's all." Well that was pretty impressive, he thought. And well done. Had her eyes teared up? Or was it does with variable refractors in her lenses? SUS had the know-how to use either. Maybe both. It was true that Bram had an irrational fondness for Genista. In technology they were probably the equal if not the better of SUS. But they were a small outfit, run by academics, and they just didn't have the organizational muscle SUS had and actually hadn't released a new product in years and years. Still, for some reason her couldn't put his finger on he always rooted for them, and always took their side against their mighty competitor. She suddenly brightened and sat up. "I almost forgot," she said, "Ms. Gowandus asked me to personally give you this hand-written note." That was good; simulating a lapse of memory in a robot. Very cute. Very SUS. Bram raised his eyebrows as he opened it. A hand-written note was a rarity these days, especially from the VP of marketing at SUS. Gowandus must really have her tit in a vice over the fuck up and the bad publicity this was going to cause SUS. "Dear Mr. North," the note read, "Maybe we're a day late, but we're not a dollar short! I urge you to check out our new model and then write your review! The FCSK 'Karen' is everything you've heard and much more! She's loaded with all the new SUS features and features SUS' new Fully Integrated Wetware® and Bio-Servo Flashback® micro circuitry. See if she isn't the sweetest sexual surrogate you've ever tried! You won't be disappointed! Then when you come back down from cloud 9 I'll buy you lunch and you can tell me how great she was! All the best, Shay Gowandus, VP Marketing, SUS, Inc." Very nice. Ms Gowandus hasn't seen fit to so much as grant an interview in the seven months she'd been VP and now she was going to buy him lunch. The Karen waiting politely while Bran finished reading the note and threw it on the desk. Then, she cocked her head at him. "May I just add that SUS is the world's leader in android and gynoid…" "'…technology for home and industry.'" they finished in unison. "I know, sweetheart, I know." he said wearily. "Spare me the slogans." But SUS and Ms Gowandus weren't his problems. He suddenly remembered that he was standing in the presence of the FCSK12712, a very hot piece of simware that the world had been anticipating for years now, and that he was one of the first people outside of SUS' development labs to see her. His professional interest took over and he looked at her. "So you're the twelve-seven-twelve." he said looking her over. "The 'Karen'." "Yes." she said sweetly." But you can call me whatever you want. My default name is Brianna Jessica Suskind, but for you I'll be anyone you want." He liked the old-fashioned sound of her multi-syllabic name. "No, that's fine. I'll just call you Brie. You know what your nickname in the press is though?" "The Fucksuck twelve-seven-twelve?" she asked. "That's right." he said. "Or just the fucksuck." "Yes," she said, "I don't much care for it. I don't think it does me justice. I'm so much more than that." He nodded in sympathy. He liked the look in her eyes. She really did look alive, alert and intelligent, and eager to please. And of course, absolutely gorgeous. He forgot his weariness in his sudden curiosity. "Well, let's have a look at you, Brie." he said. She squirmed in delight. "Would you like to access my manual?" she asked. "No, no. Not now. Maybe later. For now just let me look you over." She stood up as he approached the couch and looked at him levelly. Desire showed in her eyes and on her lips, and her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, but Bram looked at her clinically. He did take note of her breasts. It was common knowledge in the gynoid business that the first thing men looked at were the breasts. and incredible amounts of work and research had gone into making the breasts as perfect and pleasing as market research could demand. Since the Model D, breast size had been made user-adjustable, but still the models coming off the line were preset to a size and profile carefully selected to appeal to the typical buyer. "Sell 'em the tits and they'll buy the ass." was the industry dictum. Brie's breasts were full and slightly oversized compared to the previous Model J, slightly higher and more youthful. The fabric of her blouse was not stretched too tight as had been the case in the Model F, giving her an overall 'cheap' look, but rather hung from her breasts in graceful folds. It was a nice touch, and fitting in such a high-end model. He stood close to her and sniffed. She smelled like a healthy girl who knew how to wear perfume. None of that crude silicon oil smell or hints of ozone that had plagued earlier models, no off-gassing from the synthetic skin. Of course, so much of the K was cloned tissue, she could hardly be considered synthetic. Bram took her hand and looked at it. It was perfect. The FCSH he'd had before had hand problems, mainly with the nails and nail beds and the veining on the back of the hand. The H's also had unusually smooth knuckles; a minor point, but one he'd noticed. But Brie's hand looked absolutely perfect. The lines on her palm, her fingerprints, Very nicely done. The palm had the right degree of transparency and was warm without being sticky at all. It was also wonderfully soft, and the way her fingers curled as they relaxed while he inspected her was charming. "My nails really grow, if that's what you're wondering." she said. "Do they?" he asked absently. He turned her hand over and pinched the skin on the back. "Ouch!" she cried. "Sorry, sweetheart. Just wanted to see the resilience." It was perfect. He checked her hairline to see how the hair was attached. It looked real. He took a handful and crushed it in his hand, then pulled. "Ow!" she cried. "My hair's real too." She rubbed her head but then raised her face and leaned towards him, pressing the wonderful globes of her breasts into his arm and said softly, "I like it when you do that. I really like it when you treat me that way." "Mmm." he said. "I'll bet you do. Does your hair grow too?" "Of course." she said, and then made a little face. "It's all cloned tissue. But don't you like it this way? Is it too long? The wrong color? I can always change it if you'd like." "No, it's fine. It's very nice." he said. "Look up, sweetheart." She rolled her eyes up and Bram pulled her lower eyelid down. The lower lid was fully vasculated and moist, and the skin elasticity was perfect as far as he could tell. There was no tell-tale eye-tremble as had been the case in the G model, the unfortunate "Shaky Sally". He tilted her head back and looked up her nose and she giggled. He could see the tiny hairs that lined the nostrils. The room light through the skin was just the right shade of salmon pink, just like in a real human. Beautiful work, he thought, just beautiful. "Open your mouth, dear." he said. They often cut costs in the molars, which were hardly ever seen anyhow. But hers were as real as any he'd ever seen, Her saliva was odorless, and the gum margins were pink, healthy and perfect. The papillae in the center of her tongue were slightly erect, as if she'd eaten something sweet. No trace of post-nasal drip. They must have changed the location of the naso-bucal mucus generator He held her head in his hands, felt the articulation of her jaw, the synthetic bones, and the tested the texture of the chemotropic elastomer that formed the muscles of her face. They felt like flesh. He stuck his nose into her open mouth and inhaled deeply. She smelled like sweet clover with just a hint of anise. Absolutely no solvent smell, no off-gassing, nor did her breath have that unmistakable non-human quality that seemed like it would be a permanent defect in gynoids. He let go of her head and stepped back, and she swallowed quickly and said, "Sorry. No one's ever done that to me before. You startled me." "How long is your tongue, Brie?" he asked. The Models G and H had been given extra long tongues for sexual purposes, but consumers complained that it was too disconcerting to suddenly have their gynoids wrap their tongues entirely around their penises or force them deep down their throats. It was only a detail, but one of those details that provoked some interest in the press. No one knew what kind of tongue SUS would give the Model K. "Please, Mr. North. I'd rather not show you here." she said shyly. "Why not?" he asked. She shrugged and Bram noticed how well she blushed. "Are you embarrassed?" he asked. Even her exposed chest grew pinkish. "Well…yes, I suppose I am." Bram laughed with disbelief. "Embarrassed! I'll be damned! You're even blushing! Christ they're good! They've really done a beautiful job on you, Brie. You're just perfect." He reached out and cupped one of her breasts. The weight, the warmth, the resilience, was exactly as it should be. But then SUS had perfected breasts way back in the C model, so that was no surprise. What was a surprise was the way Brie twisted slightly and pressed herself into his hand, opening her lips in pleasure. "Mmm," she breathed, "I love when you touch me. I just love it!" He laughed at himself. He was getting hard. That's how good she was. "Turn around, love. Let's see your control panel." She turned around and pulled her hair away from her neck and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. North, but I don't have a control panel." "What?" "I'm sorry. I have no user-serviceable parts inside, so a panel isn't necessary. All adjustments and customizations can be made by voice. Would you like to make them now? I'm so anxious to be just the girl you want. It will only take a moment." "No, no." he said. "Not now. You're fine now, Brie. You're very lovely." "Thank you, Mr. North." "Bram, please." he said. She smiled, "Bram. Thank you. That is so sweet of you to say." She dropped her hair and took a step close to him. "I know you must be tired Bram, but isn't there anything I can do for you? Can I make you a drink, or get you a joint? Maybe draw you a bath? Or perhaps you'd just like a whole-body massage? I'm a very good masseuse, skilled in all types of touch therapy." "You tempt me, Brie. You really tempt me." She smiled with pleasure and looked at him with blue eyes that glittered like sapphires. "Good. I'm glad. Because just looking at you makes me want to be bad. Very, very bad." In spite of himself Bram laughed in embarrassment. She was incredibly good, just perfect, standing there looking at him from under her wild fall of hair, hunching her shoulders together as if she had chills in a gesture that showed off her cleavage. He noticed that the peaks of her nipples were visible beneath her liquid silver top. "Okay, Brie." he said, dropping down onto the sofa. "Let's see how bad you can be." "Oh yes!" she said. She quickly turned down the lights and lit some candles, then opened the drapes over the front window so that they could see the lights of the city spread out before them. "You don't mind?" she asked. "It's so romantic." "I don't mind." She turned to him with an expression of tender concern. "Bram, darling?" she asked. He looked at her. "I hate to bother you, but we really should do some presets, just so we'll both get the most out of this. You could certainly choose all defaults, but I do have some new features that should be addressed." "Okay." he said. "Shoot. What new features?" "Erotic lactation for one." "That's right. I'd heard about that." he said. "What are the options?" "Off, on arousal or on climax." "On arousal" he said. "Female ejaculation?" she asked. "Yes." "Then I have two hundred and fifty six programmable personality-physical emulation routines, one hundred of which have been factory programmed for your convenience. You may choose from film and music stars, porno stars, celebrities, historical figures…" I Love You FCSK 12712 He was familiar with this option too. It would let Brie quickly assume the personality and physical features—insofar as it was possible—of public women, so that if he wanted to make love to Le Tranh-Molay, the teenage sex-goddess, Brie could turn into a very close emulation of her in a matter of minutes. "No, Brie, that's okay. I like you just as you are." She smiled at him, "You are so unbelievably sweet!" she said. "I also have eight global attitude settings: default, Domme, sub, ice princess, whore, little girl…" He was getting impatient now. With all the options available on a top of the line Model K, this could take forever. "Default, Brie." he said petulantly. "Default on all of that stuff." She sensed his impatience. "Please don't be angry with me, Bram. I only want to be as good for you as I can." He sighed. He knew it was silly to get upset. She was only doing what she'd been programmed to do, but he was anxious now to try her out. But seeing the look in her eye, her eagerness to please him made him sorry he'd snapped at her. "Okay, Brie." he sighed, "Just give me the bare minimum choices. Everything else, set to default values." "Oh good! Darling, you won't be sorry." she said brightly. "Now:" she continued, "vaginal tightness?" "Default." "Supplemental vaginal kinetics?" "No, I don't want all that buzzing and shaking. It's too weird. Use default values." But then he caught himself. "Wait" he said. "Do you have 'peristaltic on orgasm'?" "Of course!" she said proudly. "Fine." he said. "I'll take that." "Good! Now: orgasmic sensitivity?" "Default," "Vocalizations?" "Yes. I like women who make noise. What's the scale?" "One to ten." she said, "with ten high. Default is five." "That's fine." "Yes, good choice. We don't want to bother the neighbors." she giggled slightly. "I'll be pretty vocal at five." "Allow obscenities?" she went on. "Yes." "Oooh good!" she squealed happily. "I am going to be so naughty! Full body tremble at orgasm?" "Of course." he said. "Hold on: didn't I get a press release about some new orgasm algorithms?" "That's right, Darling." she was beaming. "You know me so well! I have: global Fourier transform, massed variable feedback nervous overload, partial frontal lobe seizure, spinal depolarization in square or saw tooth wave form, site-specific asymptotic pulse…" "No," he said, "That's all too complicated. Just stick with default." He looked at her. "Is that it?" "That's it, Love. That's the short program. As I get to know you I'll auto-adjust to your likes and dislikes. It's the way I am. But for now, that's it." She smiled with suppressed excitement then gave him that smoky look and walked slowly towards him, her body rolling with an exaggerated sensuality that looked very good on her. "Except for the part where you put that big hard cock into my virgin pussy and fuck me till I scream." She came and stood before him, putting one knee on the sofa and letting him admire her body as she slowly ran her hands over herself, from her hips up to her breasts, which she stroked sensuously, drawing her fingers slowly towards her nipples. She gasped when she made contact and moaned as she rolled them between her fingers, bringing them to erection and making herself pant. Then she dropped down next to him on the sofa, facing him, and brought her mouth forward for a kiss, her lips red, wet, and inviting. At first he kissed her critically. It was well known among sexual surrogate engineers that it was much easier to make a gynoid who could fuck than it was to make one that could kiss well, and earlier models had always been more or less deficient in this area. Even as the gynoids got more and more human in appearance so that it became near impossible to tell one from a human without close contact, their kisses were awkward and mechanical, and the one sure-fire way to tell a gynoid was to kiss her. The sensors, tactile, visual, and aural feedback circuits, micro musculature and hormone release programs that were needed to make kissing possible were all so delicate and involved that a big aftermarket had grown up that sold nothing but retro-fit osculation packages, but even these left much to be desired. But SUS seemed to have made a giant step in the K model. Brie's kiss was warm and soft and eager and sensitive. She teased him and promised him, she bit him softly and soothed him with her tongue, she surrendered to him and left him gasping. "Wow!" he said, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Wow, you can kiss. You can really kiss!" Brianna couldn't keep her smile of delight from showing. "It's easy when you like what you're kissing; and I just love your mouth." She closed her eyes and tilted her head for another kiss. "And that's not all my mouth can do." she said. She was soft and sweet and her breath was like cut flowers in his mouth. He opened his eyes and peeked and saw her brows knitted together in total concentration as they kissed, her nostrils flared as she fed like a bird on the nectar of his lips, moaning with pleasure deep in her throat. She stroked his face with her soft fingers, and he felt her breasts press into him as she moved closer. He broke the kiss and she trailed her lips down his chin, over his neck, gasping as she went, "Oh darling!" she breathed, "Oh, baby. Oh you make me so hot! I need you so badly!" She unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and pressed her lips to his chest, licking and nipping at him, then he felt her fingers at his crotch as she rubbed them over his burgeoning cock. Bram laughed, but there was a little edge in his voice. "Wait Brie, wait! Hold on, just a minute. I'm not done checking you out." She looked at him, a small pout on her face, then she smiled. "All right." she said. "I want you to check me out, Bram. I want you to see every inch of me, everything." He smiled and laid back on the couch. "Take off your blouse." he said. She undid it slowly, eyes locked on his, while his were on her fingers as she undid the buttons. When her blouse was open to the waist and he could see the tantalizing shadows of her breasts inside, she pulled it from her skirt. She let it slide off her arms and it dropped like quicksilver off her shoulders and onto the floor. Her breasts were, of course, absolutely breathtaking. A generation of engineering and marketing research had gone into making them as near perfection as they could be and their shape, their mass, the warmth, the subtle coloration was just perfect. The mere sight of them tripped some primitive deep-buried circuit in an ancient part of his male brain and sent a surge of pure desire swiftly to his loins, giving him a distinct and unmistakable little thrill. That, after all, was what they'd been designed to do. "Come here, Brie." he said in a sudden haze of lust. "I want to suck them." Her lower lip trembled with excitement. "Oh yes!" she breathed, "Oh God yes, Bram! I want you to suck my tits! Suck them and drive me crazy!" She pushed her chest forward and Bram took a nipple between his lips. Brie threw her head back and moaned, long and low and shuddered. He felt her nipple, soft and warm and tasted the first drops of her sweet, thick milk as she began lactating into his mouth. He hadn't been sure about this feature, but now he found it outrageously exciting. "Oh God, Bram! That feels so good! I can feel you sucking it out of me! God! I've never felt anything so wonderful!" she wailed as he sucked the fluid from her breast. The milk from her other breast was leaking into his hand as he massaged it, warm and thick. It was very sexy and at the same time satisfied some primal craving in him. He hummed with pleasure. Meanwhile Brie was clawing at the bulge in his pants, running her nails over it and fumbling with his zipper. "Oh yes, baby!" she sighed. "I want this! I want your cock, lover. I want it in me everywhere! Everywhere! God, you make me such a whore!" He smiled and let his head fall back on the sofa, licking her milk off his lips as she fumbled with his belt and zipper. She was just unbelievably good. For once a product lived up to its advance publicity: he really couldn't tell that she wasn't a real woman. No. She went beyond that: she was better than a real women. He tried to remember the last time he had been with a real woman. Probably back in the pre Model E days. Even so, he couldn't remember ever being with a woman or a gynoid this passionate, this desirable. Brie managed to get his cock free of his pants and held it up in her hand. He smiled at the way she almost swooned when she saw it. With a half-strangled cry she took him into her mouth, deep, until her lips pressed against his pubic hair. He expected good head from a gynoid. That was one of the first features they'd perfected way back in the Model C's and the one are in which the gynoid's superiority to humans was generally conceded. From the earliest models that had special ticklers in their throats to the development of the independent tongue and saliva auto-secretion, cyber-fellatio technology had developed with amazing rapidity. Of course, most sexual surrogate engineers were men, so this wasn't surprising. But what Bram had always missed was that human touch, the woman's reaction. It never seemed that remarkable to him that he could stick his dick in a machine and get the ride of his life, but getting that machine to show some human reaction to his pleasure was another matter altogether. The earliest models with their simple emoting programs would occasionally moan or make slurping sounds, but it was all pretty hokey. It wasn't until SUS developed their integrated wet-ware approach that some real life-like reactions could be built into the units, and even these seemed to be painfully bogus, limited to a finite repertoire of reactions and cybertropes. But now he could find no fault in the way Brianna sucked his cock or her reaction to what she was doing. She hummed, she cooed, she even squeezed her own thighs together in her excitement. She took him all the way down her throat till he could feel her smooth glottal tissues massaging the head of his cock, and she held him there as her throat spasmed on him maddeningly, causing him to cry out in fear that he was going to come. When she raised her head off his cock, long streams of thick saliva trailed from her lips to his wet cock. She licked these up, gulped some air, and dived hungrily back down on his prick, her tongue slashing at him as she tickled his balls with her manicured nails. He had never been at ease entrusting his testacles to the mechanical touch of a gynoid, but now he relaxed and enjoyed it, perfectly confidant that Brianna's sensitive receptors and delicate feedback circuits would prevent her from inadvertently maiming him. Again he felt close to orgasm, and he desperately grabbed her hair and pulled him off his cock. "No! Please, Bram, please!" she gasped. "I want it! I want to do it for you!" Her face was red, her lips wet and swollen, making her look even more sensual. He knew that lips and labia usually shared micro-hydraulics, and the thought of what must be happening in her vagina made him almost dizzy. He pulled her back on the couch and rolled over on top of her, bracing himself on his arms as he looked down into her face. Her smoldering eyes met his. "I want to swallow your come!" she said. "I want you to do everything to me. I want you to fuck me, fuck my mouth, fuck my ass, I want you to use me! I want to be your whore, darling! Anything you want!" He grinned down at her. God, she was good! "No." he said. "I think I want to fuck you. I want to see just how good you are." "Oh yes, Bram! Yes! Please!" she said as she worked her skirt up over her hips. "God! I'm dying for you!" He kicked off his pants and shoes and pulled her down on the sofa so that the tight, round globes of her ass hung just off the front edge. As he expected, she wore stockings but no panties or garter belt. Her trimmed puff of pubic hair formed a little crown over the pink-red petals of her sex. "Before we start, darling" she panted, looking up at him expectantly, "I have to tell you something." He paused and looked at her curiously. As he watched, her eyes seemed suddenly to lose their focus and her face adopted a mechanical smile. She took a breath and said, "This will confirm that FCSK12712GG unit Karen model serial number 000882AD was received in perfect operating condition on October 25, 2027 as a fully operational demonstration model by Mr. Bram North of Unit 703 of Tower F of Pitney Towers 5055 East Parkway 3 of Garden Groves New Jersey. The model is certified free of any defects but, as a demonstration model, no warranty or guarantees apply to this unit and SUS, hereafter referred to as 'the manufacturer' assumes no responsibility for any malfunctions or…" "Okay, okay!" Bram said. "What do you need? A voiceprint?" "Yes, please." she said in the same flat voice. "A voiceprint will indicate your understanding and acceptance of the conditions presented herein and…" "Okay!" he yelled. Then, speaking slowly he said "Agreed. Bram North. October 25, 2027." "Thank you." she said. "I also am required to tell you that your FCSKI2712GG000882AD Karen is a factory virgin and is equipped with a SUS's proprietary Simulated Hymen. Replacement hymens are available through your SUS dealer. Following your initial use of this unit for vaginal intercourse Federal Law prohibits the representation or advertisement of this unit as being virginal and…" "Yeah, yeah, okay!" he said "Agreed, Bram North, October 25, 2027." The glow of desire returned to her eyes and her lips spread in sensuous expectation. But then, as if hiccupping, she said, "This notice may not be removed under penalty of law by order…" "Damn it!" he cried. "Okay! I agree to all! Agreed to all! Bram North, October 25, 2027!" "Thank you, Darling." she breathed, the fire returning to her eyes. "Now take me! Please! Take me!" But first he wanted a closer look. He spread her legs, pushed her knees back to her chest and she gasped in surprise. He got on his knees and looked closely at her vagina, at her labia, tight and smooth and engorged with synthetic blood. He spread her open and she squealed, raising her head to look at him. "Please, baby! Please! I'm going crazy!" she gasped Her could see her labia minora, all pink and wet with her secretions, perfectly formed. A small pool of her lubrication had formed in the opening to her body like dew on a rose. It was just beautiful. He dipped his face down and smelled her. There was none of the silicon smell that the earlier H model had trouble with. She smelled like a woman, clean and perfumed and excited as hell, and his mouth actually watered at he looked at that beautiful pink synthetic flesh. Whatever he thought of the rest of SUS, he had to concede that they certainly knew how to make one hell of a vagina. He had to taste her. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she chanted as he lowered his tongue to her pussy and dragged it lazily along her crease. She grabbed her legs behind the knees and pulled them back, opening herself up for him. "Oh baby, that's it!" she panted. "Lick me like that! Oh God you're so good to me! I'm going to come in your mouth, darling!" She tasted like a woman too, felt like a woman under his tongue. Earlier models had been able to do all sorts of tricks with their vaginas: vibrating, squeezing, sucking, or all three, and Bram had hated that. It felt good on your dick, but it just didn't feel like a real woman. But now the way her flesh jerked nervously under his lips as she spasmed with little shocks of pleasure was charming, and he liked that. He pulled back slightly to see her opening pulsing hungrily, as if trying to draw his tongue into her. He liked that too. She was just so hot, so responsive to his touch. He leaned over her and lowered his body to hers, Her eyes were barely open, her lips parted and swollen. As soon as his hips were over hers she wrapped her long, curvy, stocking-clad legs around his back and tried to pull him down and into her as she clawed his back trying to get his weight onto her frantic body. "Yes! God, darling! Don't tease me! I'm ready to come right now! Please! Hurry!" He could feel her legs trembling with excitement as she offered herself to him, and he couldn't hold back. The head of his aching cock fit exactly against her pussy and no sooner had he touched her than her jaw dropped open and she gave a long, low moan, arching her back. He felt her tender flesh part for him, then part some more. Then felt her spread wide as his bulbous head made its way into her vagina. "Oh my God! Darling! You're so fucking big! So fucking big!" she squealed, wiggling her ass to try and accommodate him. He felt the big head of his cock suddenly butt up against her hymeneal tissue, and he stopped. He'd never had a surrogate virgin, and he was uncertain as to how to proceed. "Just do it! Do it!" she hissed passionately. "Don't be gentle! Make me yours Darling! Take me! Make me a woman! Make me feel you! You won't hurt me! I want you, Bram! I want you!" He leaned his weight forward and felt her hymen part with delicious slowness as she clung to him trembling, gasping and biting his chest, "Oh God! It hurts so good!" she wailed. He kept on feeding cock to her, feeling her tremble about his invading staff. She was so deliciously tight he was afraid to go too fast. Holding his breath, he pushed the last inch into her and stopped, his pubic bone pressed against hers. He could go no deeper. He looked at her to see that her eyes were rolled sightless back into her head, her mouth open in a silent plea as she hung on to him for all she was worth as her entire body shook and trembled while her body tried to adjust too his massive presence. Her inner walls clutched spasmodically at him in a way that made him grit his teeth to keep from coming right there, and the harsh shaky moan in her voice told him that she was just as close as he was. "Oh baby! I'm going to come! I'm going to come!" she whispered. "I'm going to come on your big cock, baby! Oh God, I'm going to come!" Her voice rose in desperate shriek as she arched her back into the sofa, pushing her crotch up at him and he felt the delicious peristaltic waves in her synthetic vagina, milking him, squeezing him, almost sucking the semen from him as she trembled in the grip of her climax. He felt her pussy squeeze and she gave a long, shuddering groan as she ejaculated, soaking his cock, his loins, and the couch below. That was just too much for him. He'd reached the place where he didn't notice or didn't care whether Brie was artificial or not. All he knew was what his cock was telling him and his cock was saying: deeper, harder, faster. He fucked her wildly, slamming his hips into her, and despite her intense orgasm she met him stroke for stroke, her own hips lifting off the sofa to ream her pussy onto his plunging cock, gasping and pleading with him to spill his come in her. For a moment he paused still inside her, just hanging there, so he could feel her skill and strength as she fucked herself against his cock. He could have let her do all the work, but she was too good not to fuck, and he dove back into her fleshy cunt, twisting his cock to touch her all over. "Suck my tits!" she sobbed. "Bite me! Hurt me! Fuck me hard! I'm going to come again! I can't help it! I'm going to come again!" Again her eyes rolled up into her head and her mouth hung slack in astonishment at the blinding intensity of her gathering orgasm. He watched as the milk again seeped from her nipples and ran down over her fingers as she mauled her own breasts in her excitement. Her pussy squeezed him tight, trembling with the force of orgasm and he could not resist this time. I Love You FCSK 12712 "Aghhh!" he groaned. "I'm coming!" She grabbed his head and pulled his face to hers, forcing him to look into the wild intensity of her eyes as she screamed, "Yes! Yes! Watch me when you come in me! Watch me when I feel you!" He stared at her with near-sightless eyes as he felt himself spasm with pleasure and the gism boil up from his prostate and burn down the length of his cock from where it spewed like molten lava into her clutching depths as her face dissolved in a mask of pure lustful ecstasy. "Oh God I feel it! It's so hot! So hot! So fucking hot!" she gasped as Bram shot into her again and again, each bolt making her gasp with the force of his ejaculation. "All if it Darling! All of it!" she squealed, wiggling her hips in lascivious pleasure and he poured his week's worth of anger and frustration into her. She gasped, writhed, twisted as she took his come eagerly, while he dug his hands tight into the tightness of her perfect ass, holding her close, spewing, throbbing, then slowly, slowly returning to earth in the sweet embrace of her trembling thighs. He'd had no idea he needed it so badly, but now, feeling so drained, so relaxed, so at peace, he wondered as how he could have even thought of going to sleep in the state he'd been in, before he'd met Brie. "Oh Bram," she breathed as he lay atop her. "That was so incredible. That was better than I'd even imagined. Better than I could have imagined." He felt the same. He couldn't resist. She was just a gynoid but he leaned over her and kissed her synthetic lips, ran his fingers over the artificial skin of her cheek, marveling again at how real, how perfect she was. And she returned his kiss with warmth and loving tenderness, with a humanness about her that was almost unnerving. Already in the back of his mind he was trying to think of how he could possibly explain her in a review, what words he could use without sounding overawed at this miracle that SUS had achieved. He looked at her, her body sheened with artificial perspiration, her skin aglow. And he saw something that caught his eye. He bent lower to inspect, and felt sick. An icy spear alarm pierced his stomach and jolted his heart. There, right on her collarbone, was a small scar. No more than half an inch long, but a scar nonetheless. Gynoids don't have scars, he thought. Human beings have scars. "What the hell are you trying to pull, Shay?" he demanded as soon as she walked through the door of his unit. It had been hard to get a hold of Ms Shay Gowandus, VP, marketing for SUS. Very hard. But he was angry enough not to be put off by any amount of secretarial flack, and he had persisted till he had got her on her cell phone at her office. And she'd been alarmed enough by his anger and worried enough what he might do to her and SUS in his review that she'd rushed over personally. "Now calm down, Bram, just calm down." she said to him. "You're really losing it over nothing." "Nothing?" he asked incredulously. "Nothing? You have the goddamned nerve to send me a human posing as a gynoid and you call that nothing?" She smiled and shook her head. "You're joking, Bram, aren't you? That's just absurd! You really don't think we'd do something that ridiculous, do you?" He just glared at her. She smiled uneasily. "Okay now. Why don't you just calm down so we can straighten this out. Now just what's the problem?" "The problem is that the gynoid you tried to foist off on me is not a gynoid at all. She's a real human being. A person. A real, live person." "Come on, Bram! That's crazy!" she said. "She's not a person. The fact of the matter is that we got it amazingly right this time. We hit the damned nail right on the damned head. She's perfect, isn't she? So real she's scary, isn't she? She's that good! But she's a robot, I assure you." "The hell she is!" he shouted. "She's got a scar! What's more, she snores!" "Snores?" Shay asked him. "Snores!" "You didn't say anything about that on the phone." she said. Bram turned away from her in exasperation. Brie sat on the sofa wrapped in one of his robes, saying nothing. She had already tried to explain that she was really a gynoid, but she'd been unable to convince Bram, and he'd just gotten angrier and angrier, so she'd finally stopped talking, stopped listening, waiting for Shay to get there. "Look Bram," Shay said to him. "Let's be honest with each other. Yes you are one of the most important product review men on the planet. And yes you seem to have an axe to grind against SUS. And everyone knows that you have a bias towards Genista, which I've never been able to understand myself, but…" Bram started to interrupt but Shay raised her hand. "Let me finish. What I'm saying is that it's no secret we'd like to have you on our side. That being the case, do you really think we would insult your intelligence by trying to pass off a real girl as a gynoid? Knowing how much is at stake?" Bram shrugged. "Sure." "Okay, well…" Shay said with exasperation. She walked away, then turned back. "But you had her, didn't you? Did you ever have a real human that good? Did you ever have a girl who lactated during sex? Who ejaculated? And who was a virgin to boot?" She stopped suddenly and looked down at Brie. "You were still a virgin when you got here, weren't you?" "Of course she was!" Bram said, "but that's nothing. I can go down to any sex shop and buy artificial hymens, ejaculation douche, and lactation pills. Hell, there's a milk bar down the block from here where every woman there is lactating like Elsie the cow! You tell me why she has a scar and why she snores!" "Did you snore?" Shay asked her. Brie shrugged. "I don't know. I was asleep. In e-sleep, I mean." "Well, it's probably some little airway obstruction thing. We can fix it." Shay said. "You know how these things go. First of a new model line always come out with a million little glitches that have to be fine-tuned. As for the scar…" "Show her." Bram said. Brie pulled down a corner of the robe and turned her head so that Shay could look at it. Shay frowned. She ran her finger over it. It was a scar all right,. just like you might see on human skin. There was no way that could have gotten past quality control. "Oh that!" she said with a laugh. "We're putting in random scars and moles and things like that. Makes them more real, don't you think?" He wasn't buying it. SUS had used mole patterns on the unit's backs for theft protection for some time, but they'd never used scars. Scars were very difficult to raise on the synthetic skin they used. Everyone knew that. "Bullshit, Shay." he said. "Don't pull that crap with me.". Shay stood up, took off her coat and threw it on a chair. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. Bram had been too angry to look at her when she came in, so now he saw her for the first time. She had reddish brown hair, darker and much shorter than Brie's. She was Brie's size, though lankier and not quite as curvy. But still, she did wonderful things for the clothes she wore. Awfully good looking to be a vice-president. "Well…" she sighed. "I'm sure there's some explanation." "Sure there's an explanation!" Bram said. "It's obvious. You screwed up, Ms Gowandus, you missed delivery for the show, and you knew we were all going slam the hell out of SUS. Wouldn't look to fucking good for you, would it? So you hired some girl to come over here and play the part of a Karen to impress me with how great she was so I'd give you a rave notice. And me, like a fucking idiot, I keep on thinking how real she looks, how real she acts! No wonder she acts real! She is real!" "Mr. North…" she began. "If she's not real, then shut her off." Bram yelled. "Just shut her off for me. Every robot has a shut off, even your top of the line gynoids. So show me. Shut her off." She looked at him for a moment and said. "But I don't have the codes, the codes are…" she shrugged. "Oh right." he mocked. "You can't even shut down one of your own units. This is just unbelievable! It's beyond that; it's criminal! I'm going to do a story on this and you know what? It's not going to be a review. It's going to be headline news! Major fraud at SUS! How's that, Ms. Gowandus." She looked at him steadily for a moment, and he felt the force of her stare. Then she smiled. She looked down at Brie, and Brie just shook her head sadly and shrugged. Shay looked back at him and suddenly laughed. "Busted!" she said. Brie hung her head. She tried to hold it in, but she couldn't, and laughter spilled from her lips and her shoulders began to shake as she hid her face in the robe. Shay too began to laugh, making no attempt to hide it. A broad smile covered her face and she gave a long, delighted laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. Bram stood there dumbly, looking from one to the other. "You're good." Shay said, catching her breath. "You're just too good. Tell him who you are, Brianna." Brie looked at him. "I'm Shay Gowandus." she said. She shrugged and smiled at him shyly. "Sorry." "You?" he asked, stunned. "You mean I just had sex with the Vice President of marketing at SUS?" "I guess I'm just pretty dedicated to SUS's success." she said. His mouth open in stunned silence, Bram looked from one to the other. Shay number 1 smiled at him and stuck out her hand and he prepared himself for another blow. "And I'm Fucksuck twelve seven twelve, Model K, Serial number 82AD." she said boldly. "You can call me Kay." The two girls giggled and Bram stood there dizzy and dumb. "You're a gynoid? You?" his confusion was palpable. he had to sit down. "But the… all that stuff you said" he said, looking at Brie. " All the system presets, the legal stuff, the way she looked." Brie shrugged. "What can I say. I can do that." She made her face go blank. "If you deal with all the legal crap I do," she said in a flat, robotic voice, "it's quite easy to memorize the routines and protocols and imitate the various disclaimers, system options and registration." "Oh no." Bram said in shock. "Oh no!" Brie sighed heavily. "It's true." she said. "I'm sorry, but it's true." "But please, Bram." she went on, "Please understand. I had to take the chance. Kay just wasn't quite ready yet. She has some balance problems, and her hands, well… Show him your hands, Kay." Kay had her blouse open and Bram was looking at her breasts, smaller than Brie's but also perfectly formed. She catwalked over to him and held up a hand. Bram looked at it. The knuckles were unusually smooth and the nail beds had that plastic, epoxy look to them; too glossy, too bright. He turned her hand over and saw that the palms were slightly darker than the backs of her hands. And now that she was so close he could detect the slightest hint of plastic, faint, but unmistakable. Would he have noticed if he hadn't known? "And watch." Brie said. "Kay, spin around." Kay held her arms out and turned herself around. She made one revolution and then fell to the floor. "It's some glitch in the orgasm algorithms that interferes with her kinetic balance system. Probably the same thing that makes her feel like her head is spinning when she comes, but we haven't been able to track it down yet. Software boys can't say how long it will take. And I don't want to be the one remembered for releasing the Collapsing K." "This is unbelievable." he said weakly. "Just fucking unbelievable." Kay stood up as if nothing had happened and wiped a lock of hair out of her face. She came over to him and leaned against him, pushing her lush breasts against him. "But I can still make you feel like no one else in the world can make you feel." she said. "I can take you in my pussy and give you the ride of your fucking life. And whatever you want to do to me—anything—well, that's just fine." She took his unresisting hand and put it under her skirt against her vagina, and Bram felt her, soft and wet. She groaned and her hips began to rotate in lewd and hungry circles. "Oh no." he said. "Oh no." "Oh God, Bram!" she breathed, "What does it even matter who's what? We're here together. Don't waste it. Don't waste what we have." He sat there numbly as Kay went to work on his zipper, pulling it down, kissing his cock through his shorts, while Brie--he couldn't stop thinking of her as Brie—came over and dropped her towel. He looked up at the tiny scar again, then she bent, took his shirt and lifted it off over his head. She took his mouth in a warm and searching kiss. "She's right, Bram." Brie said, "What I was for you before I can be for you again if you'll let me. I wasn't faking when you fucked me, lover. And I won't be faking now." Bram's head spun as Brie's lips came down on his again and Kay took him deep into her mouth with a groan of pleasure. Yes, he felt it now: that unmistakable mechanical feel as Kay sucked his cock, that little vibration, that tremble. He knew he should be angry. He should be outraged. He'd been had, played for a fool, jobbed in typical unbelievably bold SUS fashion. He knew it but at the same time he grew big and very hard, in spite of the massive orgasm he'd just had. "Wait!" he said, "Wait! You can fuck me all you want, but that's not going to change what I write. I'm not that damned easy." "Forget about that." Brie whispered. "Just let's us be together. Let me and Kay take care of you. Then you can write whatever you want, lover. Just see what Kay can do. What I can do." She kissed him again but he pushed her back so he could watch Kay, watch the way her head bobbed up and down on his cock, the way her cheeks hollowed with the intense suction she applied. He felt it in his balls, that exciting feeling of machine sex. Brie saw what he was looking at. She took his hand and put it to her pussy, showing him how to rub, and she watched too. "She's good, isn't she?" she asked him as she ran her hand over his chest. "God!" was all he could exclaim as he let his head fall back on the couch. Brie grabbed Kay's hair and began to force her mouth up and down on his cock. "Suck him, you little whore!" she hissed. "Show him how good you are!" Kay groaned, released his cock from her mouth and began to sweep it with long laps of her soft tongue, humming with pleasure. She held him in her hand and went for his balls, licking them gently, then traced lower, lower, over his perineum, till he felt the tip of her tongue at his asshole. "Oh Christ!" he cried as he felt her try and wiggle inside. He knew that the only way she could reach so far was if she had an extensible tongue. She did. So that little question was answered. Kay continued to jag him off as she probed his anus. "Enough! Enough!" he said, pushing Kay away, and she fell sprawling as if he had struck her on the side of the head. "Gentle, gentle!" Brie cautioned him. "No sudden movements. That's the balance problem again. Just go slow and everything will be okay." "Get her on the table." Bram said hoarsely. "On her back. On the coffee table." Brie didn't have to tell her. Kay got up as if nothing had happened, stripped off her skirt and panties, and prepared to lay down on the table. "Wait." Brie said. "Did you notice her body?" she asked him. "Yes." he said. "Very nice." It was nice. It was perfect. The soft spread of her hips, the subtle but muscular curves of her stomach, the high, full breasts. No one could have asked for more in a woman. But Bram was bored with perfection. He realized with sudden clarity that perfection was a subjective judgment, not an objective condition. He had this perception, then he quickly forgot it. He had an urge to do something dirty to these women, or gynoids, or whatever they were. Something obscene and perverse. Something very human. "Play with yourself." Bram said, and Kay obeyed. She slid a hand down to her mons and began to stroke herself. "Now let's see how you suck cock." he said to Brie. "I want to compare." She looked at him and smiled, then slid down his body and took his prick in her mouth. She wasn't as intense as Kay, but he liked the way she struggled to take him in, the way she worked at him, the way she enjoyed him, even enjoyed the discomfort when she took too much and made herself gag. "You're bigger now than you were before." she said to him as she lifted her head off his prick. He nodded dully, watching her lick her lips. Her real live lips. "When's the last time you had a man, Brie? I mean Shay? Whatever your fucking name is. A human, I mean. Not counting before." She was pumping him slowly in her hand, watching his secretions drip over her fingers. "I don't know." she said. "It's not something you do when you work for SUS. It doesn't look good to fuck humans. I stick with androids." Bram reached down and picked her up by her elbows. "Sit on her face." Bram said. "I want her to eat you while I fuck her. I want to see you come when a gynoid sucks your pussy." Brie's eyes met his. "All right." she said. "Sure." Bram waited while Brie got herself positioned over Kay's face, then bent her knees slightly, bringing her vagina down to Kay's mouth. Kay moaned and opened her jaw wide, and Bram saw Kay's tongue emerge eagerly towards Brie's pussy before it was blocked from view as Brie sank down on it.. Brie spasmed as if a shock had gone through her body and she reached out, grabbing Kay's breasts for support. "Oh shit!" she said, "Oh God. That tongue! Oh Fuck! She's in me." He saw Brie's thighs begin to tremble, her eyes close as she gave herself over to the pleasure of Kay's tongue, and without any more preparation he took his cock in his hand and sunk it into Kay's swollen vagina. The gynoid screamed, a sound muffled by Brie's pussy, and at once Bram felt Kay's supplemental vaginal kinetics take over, milking him, humming around him. It sent chills up his spine. Kay's hips began to grind against him in tight circles, rubbing herself all around his cock. He groaned in pleasure. He looked at Brie squatting over Kay's mouth. "How long is her tongue?" he asked her hotly. "Oh God! I don't know!" Brie moaned. "She's in me. She's in me deep. And it feels incredible!" He liked knowing that they were connected by Kay's body, and he realized that Kay was moving her tongue in Brie with the same rhythm he was using to fuck her. In his excitement he slapped Kay on the ass, again and again, making her scream each time, the sound muffled by Brie's pussy rubbing over her lips. Brie looked at him through lust glazed eyes. Her stomach was trembling with the intensity of what she felt inside, and her mouth hung slack. She leaned towards him and said. "Kiss me! Kiss me Bram, I'm going to come. Oh my God I'm going to come so fucking hard!" He kissed her. He kissed her as Kay continued to fuck him crazy with all the skill she had, rolling and squeezing, throbbing, pumping. He met Brie's lips in a desperate and hungry clash of delirious desire and excitement, tasted her human taste, felt her lips respond to his need, his urgency, his intimacy. Then Brie opened her mouth wide against him and screamed, "Oh yes! I'm coming! Oh yes! Oh God yes!" And Bram felt his own climax gathering with amazing force. The image of himself with these two women was driving him wild, and he knew this orgasm would be monumental. He braced himself as pleasure surged through him with electric brilliance, every cell of his body tingling, and then he let go. His cock stabbed deep into Kay, stayed there in her trembling depths and his come boiled up like ball lightening from his tormented balls, burning as it came. He cried out, his body went impossibly taut, and with soul-wrenching whole-body spasms he shot in into her, burst after scalding burst. I Love You FCSK 12712 Now Kay screamed too, as her body jerked in cyber orgasm, her pussy clenching around Bram. her back arching as Brie and Bram clung to each other, letting Kay take them both to orgasmic heights, using her as she pleasured them, her only function. Again and again Bram shot into her until he thought his balls might fall off they ached with such delicious pain. On the heights of his orgasmic release he even imagined he could smell the heat and even smoke of his massive discharge, as if his body was on fire. He clung to the edge of his frazzled consciousness and realized that he did smell smoke. He smelled overloaded circuits; too much pleasure and excitement for a wetware circuit to take. Hot silicon oil, overheat chemotropic elastomer, meltdown. He fought for control and looked down at Kay in alarm even as he sent the last few bolts of come into her. And Brie smelled it too. She too looked down at Kay in horror, but Kay seemed to be all right. "Oh God!" Bram said as shocks continued to shoot through his body. He realized dimly that he was the one. He was the one who was overloading. He was the one who was facing meltdown. "Oh my fucking God!" he gasped as his neuro feedback circuits fried and he lurched back, staggering, his arms stiffly out. "What the fuck?" he cried out as the main spinal bus breaker threw and the power went out and he slammed violently into the wall as the sub-circuit controllers in the long muscles of his legs lost their gate inhibitor current and contacted to their natural state. "Bram! Bram!" Brie screamed in terror as he jerked against the wall again and again.. "Bram! Oh my God! What's wrong What's wrong?" Even Kay raised her head and looked at him. She hissed in alarm, her eyes wide as she saw Bram convulse in inhuman contortions and finally sink to the floor, still twitching. as one by one his bionics shut down and lost power and the room filled with the stench of hot silicon oil and melting biopolymer. High voltage neuroaffectors sizzled, hydraulic fluid boiled and bubbled, and the nauseating smell of burning hair joined the chemical smell of a unit meltdown. A few minor gas explosions, the shrill whistle of micro hydraulic pump failures, and then the only sounds was the continuing chatter of Bram's crudely made molars and the white noise hiss of his voice box. Brie, her legs still shaking from her fright or her orgasm, she did not know which, walked cautiously to the reeking pile that had been Bram North. "An android." she said. "He was a fucking android!" She stooped and picked up a small hydraulic slave cylinder. It was still warm. "Genista." she said dully to Kay. "He was made by Genista!" She dropped her hand and stared at Kay, who seemed uninterested. Suddenly she understood. "He was a plant!" she said with wonder. "They planted him in the press to tear us down! I'll be damned! An android plant!" Kay looked at Brie and shrugged. "Genistas always fail like that. They don't fail, but when they do, it's for good." Brie, eyes wide with horror, looked from Kay back to the smoldering heap of Bram. "But, my God! They're good while they last!"