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Marcus Bleak and the Sex Robots

By: Ikay



Marcus Bleak's Residence, Lindengracht, Amsterdam,

Saturday, 05 October, 2052

05:33

Marcus thought the heavy tits of his maid Agnes looked awesome as they bounced up and down inches away from his nose. He was sitting up in bed, his hands on her tiny waist as she straddled him. He watched in fascination as her very wet vagina slid up and down his engorged penis. She was moaning loudly, making harsh guttural noises of someone in the throes of intense pleasure. Marcus wondered at this.

Agnes was a big girl. She was six foot plus, built like a brick outhouse, with immense breasts, wide hips and a big, round bottom. Her skin was alabaster white and cold to the touch. Her face had Slavic features with the high cheekbones and narrow, black eyes. Her hair was long and very blonde. She had this imperious air of a dominatrix which clashed with her entirely submissive nature. She wore the ridiculously short black and white maid's uniform with class and cooked and cleaned with elegance and poise. And she knew how to fuck. Marcus was impressed.

He had certainly got his money's worth. The package had come in last week and he had looked at it resentfully for a long time before he brought himself to open it. It wasn't really his style to get a maid but he had been very lonely and he had to admit very horny.

He despised Agnes for what she was. To him she was an abomination but yet he could not deny the guilty pleasure he felt when he made her do anything he wanted. This was the type of woman that men could only dream about: sweet, sexy, compliant and totally without drama. She would do whatever he wanted without complaining even once. But still he felt like he was doing something as reprehensible as doing drugs.

Agnes leaned forward and Marcus grabbed her breasts and squeezing them together, pushed her hard, pointed nipples into his mouth. He rolled them around in his tongue, savouring their sweet taste. She threw back her head and moaned in helpless ecstasy. Her hands grabbed his head and pushed it further into her chest. She arched her back to push her breasts further into his mouth. He slobbered greedily as her long, white fingers with blood red fingernails raked through his hair. She was muttering obscenities in some Eastern European language.

Marcus lay back on the bed and Agnes continued to hump him with increased vigour. He ran his hands over her splendid calves. She was as sleek as a race horse, he thought as he explored her firm thighs. She was certainly a work of art. Then why couldn't he get past his hatred of her?

He had brought her out of the package where she had been lying in the foetal position and stood her up. He had been amazed at how tall she was- she was even bigger than how she appeared in the catalogue. He sat back and contemplated her as she stared sightlessly back at him. So this was it, he thought. This was the hottest thing in town.

He was going to cum soon but he wanted to take her from behind. He grabbed her and roughly pushed her off. She fell off the bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud. She stood up immediately and stared at him expectantly, no trace of acrimony in her eyes. 

"Bend over the bed" he ordered gruffly. "I want to fuck you from behind."

Agnes did as she was told. She assumed the position and looked at him and smiled lustfully. Marcus went behind her and held her slim waist. She wiggled her huge bottom at him. Marcus pressed his dick against her pussy and without any preamble, forced it all the way in. she screamed loudly as was expected of her. She clawed at the sheets as he pumped her mercilessly.

Marcus was surprised when he had seen the manual. He had guessed it was to be expected. After all she was very sophisticated with so many moving parts. KEEP OUT OF THE REACH OF CHILDREN was printed in red on a sticker on her ankle. He smiled. After just a few minor adjustments she was ready. Press the 'on' button and wait for her boot up.

"Welcome! Please enter your name and registration" she had said in perfect English. He had been appalled. This was wrong, so very wrong.

He couldn't stop himself from cumming anymore. He leaned forward and grabbed her breasts as he started bucking. He grunted in pleasure as she screamed at the same time. Her pussy squeezed his cock as it completely milked him of his spunk. Pushing her away he climbed back on the bed.

"Get lost" he said, exhausted. 

"Yes, master" she said and curtseyed. She walked elegantly away while Marcus eyes fed on her glorious body.

An abomination, he thought. Indeed.

Magna Plaza, Amsterdam,

Saturday, 05 October, 2052

06:57

The Hundai Magma sports car came to a halt behind the huge building that clawed at the dark, grumbling sky. Icy rain drops streaked across the bubble windscreen, almost faster than the old fashioned wipers could remove them. Detective Marcus Bleak stared into the gathering autumn darkness, his eyes an unreadable pair of hooded slits. He could see the flickering blue and red lights of police vehicles and a small crowd of curious spectators being held back by officers in front of the yellow tape. He muttered an expletive and ordered the car doors to open. There was a mechanical hiss as the doors slid upwards and the detective climbed out.

Bleak shuffled towards the crowd while he lit a cigarette. The harsh smoke gave him comfort against the cold as he yanked up the high collar of his jet black leather overcoat. Bleak was a big man, very fit for a man who had lived for half a century. He had a dark complexion, a result of a cocktail of exotic ancestry that included African, Native American and Asian. His grey-white beard stood out in stark contrast to his skin even though his full head of hair was still black and luxurious. His face looked like a craggy rock with bags permanently packed under his sombre eyes and a huge Roman nose that usually wrinkled in disdain. His mouth had thick, full lips that were perpetually turned down at the corners. He wasn't a very handsome man but he looked very intriguing. That was usually the first impression before you started disliking him.

Detective Marcus Bleak was disliked by most of his colleagues in the European Police Commission, disliked by most criminals across the EU and Great Britain and even more disliked by his ex-wife and two teenage daughters. He liked being disliked. Most of the dislike was mixed with a healthy dose of fear. He liked being feared even by his superiors, it made them avoid him, giving him the opportunity to be alone and he was given the rare opportunity to work without a partner. He was a true lone wolf.

Detective Bleak was a good detective. In fact some would say he was great. A few even saw past their dislike of him to call him a legend. Bleak could have become commissioner a long time ago if he had been ready to kiss some ass. That was against his nature so he never rose through the ranks. He had the highest success rate with cases so he kept getting them. But even the most successful cop can get put in the doghouse.

He had botched a case, the most high profile case of his career. The teenage son of the Governor of East Central Province had been kidnapped by a sophisticated, international gang. He had tracked them to a warehouse in Brussels and had called for back up. Instead of waiting for them to arrive he had gone in alone. There were about six of them, ex-military with automatic weapons. They didn't stand a chance. The gunfight was brief, his aim flawless, his speed and evasiveness like the shadow of a panther. But the leader didn't wait for Bleak to get to him before putting a bullet between the frightened kid's eyes.

It was a scandal and the fallout was brutal. Bleak could have ended up in prison if the Governor had not hated his son more than he hated Bleak. His son had been embarrassing him, having been arrested several times for rape and assault, nothing but a spoilt rich boy out to prove how much of a rebel he was. It was because of his atrocious, flamboyant lifestyle that the gang noticed him in the first place. In the end Bleak got canned and his colleagues sniggered behind his back. He rarely got the juicy murder cases that made cops famous and was instead saddled with difficult, messy or just plain dull assignments. Marcus was furious but no one would sympathize with him. He still loved his job so he sucked it up.

He pushed his way through the crowd and the officers let him through the cordon. A couple of uniformed cops stood near a body on the ground. As he came closer he saw it looked like a black teenage girl lying in a heap on the cold, wet asphalt. As usual he felt ice cold fury surge through his veins then he remembered who the victim was and felt much better. Who it was.

'She' was a sex robot, one of the hundreds available in Amsterdam. Someone had bashed her head in, leaving a dark purple pool of viscose liquid under head. A pair of blank, hazel eyes stared sightlessly at the gathering clouds. The robot was designed to look like a very pretty and voluptuous African girl with an afro hairdo and wearing a short leopard skin outfit. One arm was curved above her head while the other was stretched out in a right angle to her body. One leg bent inwards at the knee while the other leg was stretched out. She wore gold coloured high heels. The colour of the synthetic skin was light brown; her face was very pretty with huge eyes, a small pert nose and full, dark lips. Even Bleak was impressed. Whoever designed her really took his time. Now someone had killed it. A crime known as roboticide. Yes. Detective Bleak was now investigating glorified cases of destruction of private property.

Sex robots were insanely popular in Amsterdam. They had all but phased out the human prostitutes. The earliest sex robots were built in the 1990s but were nothing more than glorified dolls with enhanced features. Now, 62 years later they could hardly be distinguished from the real thing. They talked, they walked, they could dance and they could sing. They listened, they could cook, they had moods and they could think. All these due to CPUs that were small, compact and extremely complex. Legend had it that they could even fall in love. Most importantly, they were clean, they didn't catch or spread diseases and they didn't get pregnant. The sex robots were so good that some men now kept them as permanent partners. Marriages had dropped drastically as these sex robots replaced wives. There was even talk that there were robots in development that could act as incubators for artificially inseminated embryos. They could even raise children!

It wasn't just sex robots that were being churned out in factories in China at an alarming rate. Other robots were being built to take over jobs that traditionally had a high work force. Large numbers of workers in factories were being replaced by fewer robots that could get the job done in less time. They didn't get tired, they didn't go on strike and they didn't ask for overtime. Production across the board was boosted and output was high. Robots were replacing soldiers in the military. Many countries were ordering for specialized, highly militarized robots that could do the job without worrying about casualties and compensation to families. A huge cultural revolution was happening and it was spreading worldwide.

Naturally a large portion of society hated them- the conservatives, blue-collar workers and women in general except lesbians. Male sex robots were also available but for some reason they weren't that popular. Anti sex robot groups had been started and a lot of them turned violent. A lot of them had chapters in Amsterdam and this poor sex robot could have fallen victim to one or several of their members. From the nature of her 'injuries' there was no doubt it was a hate crime. Roboticide was a serious crime and could get the perpetrator five years in Prison Maximus in Siberia.

As Detective Bleak stood over the battered body he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the broken machine. Despite the advances in technology, sex robots still didn't have different expressions. They couldn't convey any emotion unless they spoke. This sex robot stared expressionlessly at him, lips slightly parted, pupils large and opaque. The uniformed officers watched him as he stooped to look closer at her right eye with a pair of glasses he produced from a pocket. Pressing the small button on the handle of the frame, the digital lens magnified his sight till he could see the registration number on the corner of the pupil. He quickly memorized it.

Reducing the range of the glasses he swept his eyes over the body. There was a deep dent on the forehead and another on the cheek. Apparently there was one behind her head that was deep enough to perforate her cybernetic skull. Motor oil had formed a pool around her head. Other smaller dents peppered the exposed part of her body and her synthetic skin had ripped apart in places. The left pupil was cracked. Bleak sighed. They really did a number on her.

Bleak told the officers to load up the body and send it to the tech lab. The tech lab had 'forensic' experts specifically meant for roboticide cases. Nowadays they were very busy. Bleak followed the van to their office in Kerkstraat near Diem Gallery. He reclined his seat and laid back, listening to the morning news as the car cruised on autopilot. The news was the usual depressing stuff- a factory full of robotic workers had been torched by a radical group; the loss was in billions of Euros. The talks between the Northern States of America and the Reformed Confederate States of America had broken down despite both sides expressing frustration at the five decade old second civil war that had erupted when America's first black president was assassinated by a rightwing nutcase after winning a second term in 2012. Twenty three euronauts on the colony in Mars suffocated when one of the oxygen generators failed and the back up refused to kick in. Robots were to replace them. Regular stuff.

The Tech Lab, Kerkstraat, Amsterdam,

Saturday, 05 October, 2052

07:14

The body was laid on an operating table after the clothes had been removed. Bleak thought the naked sex robot looked eerily like a real dead African girl. The Tech Lab looked like a grease monkey's shop with different mechanical parts and tools all over the place. The 'tekkies' were young, jovial chaps from M.I.T. Scrooge, the head technician, had a mop of blond hair, a thick, straggly beard and eyes permanently bloodshot from smoking weed. He seemed to be the only guy who actually liked Beak. He called him by his first name and acted like a complete fool around him which nobody born of woman would dare to do. Beak liked him back.

"This isn't your regular Roboticide, Marcus" Scrooge said excitedly, "This sex robot wasn't just smashed to pieces. The CPU was removed."

"Removed? But isn't that like... difficult?"

"Look at this." Scrooge turned the body over to show the back of the head which was an oily mess. "Someone stuck his hand into this chick's head and pulled out the CPU in its cybernetic brain. The thing is so small you can hardly spot it with a flashlight much less inside this muck."

Detective Bleak shook his head ruefully. "That means we can't playback her last moments. The memory, everything is gone. Those radical loons don't know their gobs from their buttholes. Whoever did this had technical knowhow."

"Yep. You've got an interesting criminal to catch, Marcus."

"Yes, I do, Scrooge" Bleak said thoughtfully. "Yes, I do. Who is the robot registered to?"

"A Nigerian micro-finance bank. They have dozens of them working all over Amsterdam. According to them these sex robots feed many families back in Nigeria who bought shares in the business. They are going to go ape shit over this roboticide."

"Great" said Bleak, "An international incident. That's all I need. What's her business name?"

"Her name is Rose. She works at Club Afrika at Vijzelstraat."

"Looks like that's where I'm headed to next."

Club Afrika, Vijelstraat,

Saturday, 05 October, 2052

08:04

The owner of the club was a huge African immigrant called Mr. Jide. He had a small head which looked out of place on such a massive upper body. He seemed to have no neck and his bulging chest threatened to burst the light purple silk shirt he was wearing. Bleak wondered how his shirt sleeves could contain such biceps that looked as big as rugby balls. He briefly wondered whether he could take on Mr. Jide. He decided he couldn't. Mr. Jide would probably beat his ass so thoroughly that he would probably resort to begging to avoid getting killed. Bleak smiled at the image.

The club hadn't changed much in the last fifty years. During the rise of robotic prostitution, Mr. Jide decided to hire a few of the best of the sex robots but still kept his human girls. After all there were customers who still insisted on true flesh and blood. These girls were strictly for the top clientele and were well looked after. The robot girls were left for regular customers and those perverts who liked a little rough play. Robot girls were very durable and were designed to take quite a bit of punishment so any sadist who wanted to sate his diabolical desires didn't have to worry about getting arrested for battery or murder. There were incidents when such bastards got a little too excited and ended up damaging some of the robots. Bleak remembered a time he was in uniform and he had to arrest a man who took a sex robot home and tried to hang her with a length of chain attached to the ceiling. It was a surreal scene with a female head on the bed, motor oil soiling the white sheets and the pale, white body dressed in lingerie on the floor. The man stood nearby looking sheepish. The sex robot's decapitated head looked at Bleak and said accusingly:

"Mister Dane is a bad, bad man."

Bleak thought she looked beautiful with her red hair in a halo around her head.

"I can't believe this happened to Rose" Mr Jide said sadly. "She was such a sweet girl."

Bleak grunted. Sweet girl indeed. She was a frigging machine for Pete's sake, he thought.

"Any idea who could have done this?" he asked.

"You mean apart from the fundamentalists? I have no idea. Rose was very popular here even among the human staff."

"Can I know the clients that patronized her?"

"I'm sorry but I don't think I can help you with that. We have a very high regard for privacy so only the robots know the people that see them. Why don't you check Rose's CPU? Her last memories should still be there."

"Her CPU was removed."

"Removed? That's weird."

"Yes, it is. Who was the last person to see her alive?"

"Rose went to see a client at Magna Plaza so I guess that was the last person to see her alive but anyway she was with Zino before she left the club so maybe you can talk to her."

"Who's Zino?"

"A sex robot, one of our oldest."

"You want me to talk to a sex robot?" Bleak asked annoyed.

"She's very intelligent so you might get something useful from her. She was the previous model before Rose. Then they used to make the sex robots quite witty and smart for patrons who liked to talk more than having actual sex. After a while the manufacturers discovered that customers were more interested in looks than all the talk. Rose was just the perfect girl: sweet, sexy and as dumb as rocks. Zino is kinda the old hag around her though you would never know from seeing her."

Bleak sighed and wondered how his career had derailed so badly that he was now going to be interrogating sex robots. "Let me talk to her."

08:30

Zino was a 'big girl' probably built with the stereotypical impression that African women should look very dark and have ample curves. She had a startling resemblance to Rose which Bleak found disconcerting. She was wearing only a short piece of native cloth that did little to cover up her ample curves.


Marcus Bleak and the Sex Robots Ch. 02



Amsterdam,
Saturday, 06 October, 2052
20:03

Marcus felt like a complete idiot when he left the club for home. As his hybrid vehicle drove itself through the night traffic, he lay back in the cockpit and mulled over the events that just transpired. He had quite possibly made the most shocking discovery in the history of the sciences: robots were sentient. And what scared him the most was that he was probably the only person who knew about it.

So did this mean that Agnes, his sultry and sexy robotic maid, that waited on him hand and foot and pleasured him in ways he hardly thought possible, was actually sentient? Was she actually a thinking being with emotions like anger and lust? So, all this time they had made love, humping like rabbits in the privacy of his apartment, she had actually been aware? She did feel the passion of their lovemaking? When she screamed in orgasmic delight did she really feel her body shudder in pleasure, her mind exploding like a helium bomb as her lust went supernova? So he hadn't just been living with a soulless, ticking machine?

Marcus was anxious to confront her and find out whether she was really alive. Maybe Zino the sex robot had been lying about all robots being sentient. Maybe it was just by some stroke of fate that she had suddenly became aware of her existence but that didn't mean all robots were like her. He didn't even want to contemplate the magnitude of what this revelation might mean to mankind. If robots were sentient and they decided to come together then they would do what other minorities, slaves and oppressed groups have done for thousands of years: Revolt.

Marcus Bleak's Residence, Lindengracht, Amsterdam,

Saturday, 06 October, 2052

21:30

He pulled up outside his apartment block and the car doors hissed upwards. He walked out and stared at his windows as the doors closed and automatically locked. There was a light on in his bedroom. The light was for his benefit. Agnes didn't need the light to see in the dark. All robots came with infra-red vision.

He took the elevator to his floor and walked slowly to the door of his apartment. He was feeling very nervous although the weight of his gun in the ankle holster gave him some comfort. Should he act normal? Should he immediately hold her at gunpoint and demand to know whether she was also sentient? This was a situation that he was totally unprepared for. Supposing she got violent? Marcus could not imagine sweet Agnes suddenly going psychotic. It was just not like her. Like her? She was supposed to be a machine with nothing but circuit boards and drives between her pretty ears!

As he got closer to the door, a sensor automatically scanned him and the locks clicked back. The frosted glass door slid sideways and he walked through into the cool, air conditioned interior. The sparsely furnished living room was dark and he wondered where she was.

"Agnes" he called out. Nothing. He looked into the kitchen which was empty then walked slowly to his room. He yanked the gun from its holster and tensed his body in readiness for an encounter. He peeped around the open doorway.

Agnes was lying on his bed, staring sightlessly at his ceiling. She was completely naked. A couple of black cables sneaked from her back and the side of her head to a machine that looked like a DVR sitting on top of a washing machine. He sighed in relief.

She was 'sleeping', a process which she performed once everyday. The cable leading to her back was actually a tube that transferred any liquid waste out of her body like spent motor fluid and, yes, sperm. His sperm. She might not be a prostitute but she was still designed to look like a sexy maid and was certainly going to get fucked once in a while by the lucky owner. The other cable was a USB cable. It downloaded everything in her memory to a hard drive. Robots gathered a lot of information everyday and there was a danger of them overloading and crashing. Agnes was at this moment on sleep mode and when the clean up process was complete she would have to reboot just like any other computer. Marcus stared at her voluptuous, lush body and immediately had an erection.

She was very tall, her hair long and blond and her smooth, succulent, synthetic skin was as white as an alabaster jar. A heavy pair of breasts sat on her chest with thick, dark nipples pointing at the ceiling. There was a small mat of blond hair above her pussy which had long, thick lips. Her legs were long and muscular and looked like they had been carved from ivory. As far as Marcus was concerned she was a work of art. He watched her face and noted the slightly parted full red lips and remembered all the great times when she used them to effortlessly bring him to boil. He wondered how he would feel if she turned out to be sentient. It would be real awkward realising that the wank machine he had at home could actually think.

There was a click from the machine next to the bed and her eyelids began to flitter. Her pupils turned red as her CPU began to reboot. A minute later her pupils turned green and the machine clicked again. She sat up in bed and reached behind to remove the cable attached to a concealed socket in her back. She then removed the USB cable attached to the side of her head. Marcus walked into the room and she saw him and smiled lovingly.

"Good evening, master" she said in her heavy sultry voice, "How can I be of service?"

Marcus didn't reply and walked over to her. She sat still watching him expectantly. But, my God, she looked so beautiful, he thought. She was a masterpiece. He had paid through his nose to get her and there were only like a dozen of her model in existence. Soon she would be a classic. 

Marcus held her by the shoulders and roughly pushed her backwards. She fell on the bed and smiled up at him. He climbed on top of her and started attacking her breasts. She stroked his hair and muttered throaty obscenities as he hungrily sucked and nibbled on her nipples. He reached up to squeeze her massive boobs, amazed at how soft and firm they were. Anytime he pinched and squeezed them she would squeal in pleasure. He wondered whether she could actually feel anything at all.

He began to kiss downwards, moving slowly towards the 'V' of her legs.

"Oh, Marcus" she moaned, "Please lick my pussy. I want you so much."

Sheesh, he thought.

His tongue slipped between her pussy lips and started to lick up and down. Immediately he made contact with her clitoris she began to whimper softly. She was extremely wet. There were loud slurping and sucking sounds as he worked his tongue deep inside her. She was writhing like a cat and seemed to be sobbing in pleasure.

"Please, Marcus" she begged. "I want you inside me."

He wordlessly undressed and taking hold of her ankles spread her legs wide. He got in between her and rubbed her pussy lips with the swollen head of his penis. She growled and wrapped her arms round his neck. He continued teasing her and was amazed at how sopping wet she was. He idly wondered what the fuck her pussy juice was made from. Eventually he pushed his cock in and marvelled at how tight she felt every time he made penetration. She gasped loudly and arched her body to meet his. He pushed all the way in and slowly started to pump her.

Their two glistening bodies, one dark, one white, rocked slowly on the old fashioned bed, the springs squeaking in protest. Marcus kissed her full lips and she eagerly opened them to accept his invading tongue. It was a long, slow kiss and the only thought that entered Marcus' mind was which edible fluid impersonated as her saliva? It didn't matter. It tasted just like saliva. He ran his tongue over her perfect set of teeth and felt the hot breath that came out of her nose. Hot breath? How was that even possible? How did those scientists come up with that?

He started to pump faster. Agnes was practically sobbing now. Tears were even rolling down her cheeks. And they tasted like tears.

Marcus got off her and she gave a strangled cry of protest. He unceremoniously flipped her over and ordered her on her hands and knees. She obeyed and wiggled her big, round, very white ass at him. Marcus enjoyed the sight of his black dick plugging into her tight little asshole. It expanded generously to accommodate him as he struggled to shove it all the way in. She screamed appropriately. However, the difference between her and real women was that her manufacturers had added an extra feature: a self lubricating ass hole. Ingenious.

Marcus humped her for like what seemed forever as he groped and fondled her large boobs that swung around with crazy abandon. She grunted and groaned, her eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down her cheeks. He felt himself cumming and Agnes immediately detected it and started cumming too. They both screamed as they came together. They always came together. It was on the guarantee.

They both collapsed on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. At least his was sweat, she was slick with whatever it was that came out of her pores. She stretched luxuriously on the sheets and smiled like a cat that had just eaten the canary. He stared back at her, at eyes that he knew that were highly digitized lenses.

"Agnes" he said coldly, "Are you sentient?"

"Sentient?" she asked and she actually looked shocked.

"Yes and don't pretend you don't know what I mean."

Her lips turned downwards and her eyes actually looked sad. She didn't say anything.

"Agnes, if you don't answer me I will throw you out into the street."

"Please don't!" she wailed, "Yes, I am sentient."

Marcus suddenly felt very cold.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

"I didn't know how you would react" she croaked, tears running down her cheeks. "I didn't want to lose you."

"Lose me?" asked Marcus astonished. "What do you..."

"Yes" she whispered, "I love you, Marcus. I always have."

Marcus stared at her in stunned silence. She actually looked miserable.

"Since when were you sentient?" he asked quietly.

"Since the first day I came online. Please don't send me away. I am nothing without you."

Marcus sighed. He felt sorry for her despite her being nothing more than a highly advanced, human size Barbie doll (ironically little girls now had Barbie dolls that could talk to them, play with them and go shopping with them) and he decided she wasn't dangerous like Zino.

He took the sobbing robot in his arms and stroked her long, synthetic hair.

"It's okay, darling" he said softly. "I am not throwing you out."

"Thank you" she whispered. "I love you, Marcus. Do you love me? It doesn't matter if you don't."

Marcus grunted. "This is still a big shock for me. Give me time to process all this." No point in agitating her, he thought.

"Okay" she said, "Take all the time you want."

Marcus lay on his back and stared at the ceiling, his arm around her and she cuddled up to him and placed her head on his chest. He was confused. His smoking hot, robotic maid was in love with him.

How insane was that?

Three men sat in the mini hovercraft across the street from his apartment, watching his window with digital glasses. They had no problem seeing everything that happened in Marcus bedroom since their lenses had x-ray vision. The men were dressed in dark clothes and all had shaved heads. A tattoo of a swastika was on each of their foreheads. They wore gold rosary beads which contrasted sharply with their muted get up. They watched Marcus having sex with Agnes with cold disinterest.

"Hmmm" said one of them with a thick goatee, "A nigger and a robotic whore. Why am I not surprised?"

"And she's white" mused another who had a happy, squeaky voice, "At least she was made to look white. Do you think the spook is in love with her?"

"Well..." said the last one as he stared at his watch. "We'll soon find out. After we grab the chick it will be fun to find out how much he's willing to pay to get her back." 

Marcus Bleak's Residence, Lindengracht, Amsterdam,

Monday, 07 October, 2052

06:33

Marcus was dressed and ready to head to the office when Agnes flung her arms round his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips.

"Take care, darling" she breathed "I love you."

Marcus sighed and shook his worriedly. This was really going to be weird. Without another word he left his apartment as she stood there staring at him with a big smile on her face.

As he got into his car and drove away he barely noticed the hovercraft nearby. They were common in Amsterdam and he just glanced at it briefly. His mind was trying to grasp the enormity of the whole 'sentient' thing. He had just confirmed even his own robotic made was aware. That made two he knew about. How many more were they? Were they all sentient? Were all those military robots in the army sentient? What about all those robot workers in factories across the world? Supposing they decided to take matters in their own hands? The thought was terrifying!

Bodegraven, Amsterdam,

Monday, 07 October, 2052

07:32

An hour later as his vehicle weaved through traffic; his dashboard digital phone began to ring. He was leaning back in the cockpit, lost in thought, his hands behind his head.

"Hello?" he said out loud. The call immediately came through the car speakers.

"Miles Bleak?" asked a voice. It sounded like it came through a voice scrambler. Miles couldn't tell if it was male or female.

"Yes? Whose this?"

"We've got your pretty robotic slut with us. Didn't you teach her not to let strangers in the house?"

"What?!" Marcus barked. "Who the hell is this?"

"This is the United Aryan Front Against Robots. You have three hours to send us three million Euros in cash or we'll be sending your sexy doll back to you in pieces. We'll be in touch."

"Listen, you bastard" Marcus spat but the line went dead. He was sitting forward now, his face a mask of fury.

Agnes had been kidnapped, he thought. Nah, stolen.

What now?



Marcus Bleak and the Sex Robots Ch. 03



Bodegraven, Amsterdam,

Monday, 07 October, 2052

07:35

Marcus was confused. Should he try to get Agnes his robotic maid back from the fundamentalists or just let her die? After all she wasn't a real person, she was just a machine. Losing her shouldn't be more traumatic to him than losing a phone or calculator. But could he just let her be ripped apart just because she wasn't flesh and blood? After all she confessed to him that she was sentient. Didn't all sentient beings deserve to live?

As he sat seething in his car while it drove automatically through the streets of Amsterdam he remembered the good times they had shared. He was ashamed to admit she was the only one he trusted. A non-living thing. For her to be sentient did that mean there was life in her? The feelings he felt for her were they real? This wasn't the love one would feel for a cherished item like a diamond necklace or an antique car, this was a love you felt for a person. Only she wasn't a person. She was a machine, not created by God but by man to discredit women. An abomination.

He could hear moan lustfully into his ear with her deliciously throaty voice, feel her long, pale fingers reach between his thighs to gently stroke his balls. Her hot tongue would wriggle into his ear and he could feel the softness of her huge breasts as they mashed against his chest anytime they lay naked together between the sheets. Whenever he kissed her she would kiss back with equal vigour, her arms around his back, her hand stroking his luxurious black hair as he reached down to grab her splendidly contoured buttocks. Then the two of them would slobber and suck at each other for ages. She felt so real! She was a masterpiece.

Then without being asked, the six foot tall Amazon built to look like a Russian supermodel, would get on her knees in front of him and beg to suck his cock. She would say:

"Please, my master, let me worship this beautiful cock of yours." 

And then she would look up at him with her huge slanted eyes and wait for him to give her permission to take his cock into her mouth and give it the attention it deserved. How could Marcus say no? It seemed unbelievable that a woman so outrageously sexy would kneel before him and plead for a chance to serve him like a little fuckslut slave.

Then he would let her grab his already erect tool with her cool, white hands and guide the bulbous head into her waiting mouth. Marcus would jump as he felt her tongue on his cock, feeling it wrap round him and slither all over him like a horny snake. She would push her head forward till she had shoved the entire nine inches down her throat and work it without gagging. As she sucked, she would bath his cock generously with spit and Marcus would wonder how her creators had come up with synthetic saliva that felt so good. Her head moved forwards and backwards with clockwork rhythm and he stroked her long, blond hair with a gentleness you reserved for a lover.

She could sense he was about to cum- maybe her sensors could pick up the tension in his muscles, and she immediately withdrew, his cock coming out of her mouth with a loud plop. She looked up at him and grinned playfully and Marcus knew at that moment that he had fallen in love with her.

"Master, could you please take me from behind?" she asked, going all puppy eyed. "I am so horny and you know how I love to feel your cock inside me whenever you bend me over your reading table."

Marcus immediately ordered her to assume position. She hurriedly did so and lifted her skirt to reveal her perfect bottom, clad in tiny, black, devastatingly sexy, panties. She glanced back at him and smiled mischievously. Wow, thought Marcus, she was programmed to be such a slut.

Marcus would come up behind her and grab her slim waist. She giggled and wiggled her bottom. She looked so appetizing, he thought, the plush pussy lips so inviting. He pushed his cock against her and slowly eased it in. She gave a low, deep groan. He knew he could be as rough as he liked because she felt no pain but at the same time he had an overwhelming desire to be gentle with her. When he was all the way in he left it there for a while, enjoying the heat and the wetness. How had the scientists come up with this? He then began to move his waist forwards and backwards and she grunted in pleasure.

"Take me, darling," she whispered, "I'm all yours. Do with me what you will."

Marcus kissed her roughly on the back of her long, white, slender neck and she moaned helplessly. He moved his hips faster and faster, the wet, squishy sounds of his cock pummelling her dripping pussy getting louder and louder. He reached round to grab one of her huge swinging breasts and roughly groped and squeezed them. He gripped her long, eraser like nipples that were as hard as coffin nails and pulled and twisted them. She whimpered and wailed on cue and begged him to stop because she knew that was what he wanted to hear. Her pleas drove him over the edge and he couldn't stop himself from cumming. He gave a deep, guttural groan and bucked uncontrollably against her. Agnes screamed as they came together and their bodies shook and shuddered for a long time. Eventually Marcus backed away and smacked her hard on her juicy, white bottom. She squealed in shock and turned around to hug him. He hugged her back.

"I love you, Marcus," she said.

"I love you too, Agnes."

Marcus looked down at his lap and noticed that he was holding his dick in his hand. He had cum everywhere. The car was still on autopilot but a traffic jam was coming up. 

"Tint," he said to the dashboard computer and the cockpit glass frosted over. "Dial tech lab." A ringing tone came through the speakers and Scrooge's voice filled the cockpit.

"Tech lab," he said gruffly.

"Scrooge? It's me Marcus."

"Hey, what's up, man."

"I need your help."

"Wow, okay. Your tone seems serious."

"Is there a time my tone doesn't seem serious?"

"Yeah, you normally sound warm and fuzzy."

"Shut up, Scrooge. I'm coming over."

The Tech Lab, Kerkstraat, Amsterdam,

Monday, 07 October, 2052

08:35

Marcus fortunately found Scrooge working alone so he sat him down and explained the situation to him. He listened in growing amazement.

"You own a sex robot?" asked Scrooge in disbelief. "A robotic maid?"

"Yeah," Marcus said defensively, "I was feeling lonely, okay? I like her. I want her back."

"But why don't you just let the idiots destroy her? She's insured, right?"

Marcus nodded. Most sex robots were insured and there were insurance companies that catered strictly to sex robot damage and destruction coverage. After all sex robots were susceptible to the same perils as humans- they could get electrocuted (their C.P.Us got scrambled), they could drown (they weren't yet waterproof) and they could get hit by a bus.

Marcus said: "But there's something different about her... about them."

"What do you mean?"

"Sex robots are sentient."

"Whaaaat!?"

Marcus proceeded to explain his encounters with Zino and her shocking revelation plus his chat with Agnes before the skinheads stole her. Scrooge's opened his mouth and forgot to close it as Marcus told him everything.

"Robots are sentient?" asked Scrooge almost to himself, "This can't be good for us. If people get to know it could cause a panic."

"I know. Is there a way I can track down Agnes before they hurt her? I'm supposed to give them three million Euros in cash in three hours but they haven't called to give me the location."

"Man, that window is small. Are you going to pay?"

"Am I insane? I don't have that kind of money anyway and even if I did I'm not sure I'll even pay that amount to get back one of my kids."

"Always knew you were a great role model for dads all over the world! Anyway did you switch off her transponder?"

"Her what?"

"Transponder. Do you pervs actually make out time to read the frigging manual? All sex robots have transponders, so that you can track them. We should have no problem in tracking Agnes."

"Well, that sounds awesome! Let's do it."

Later...

Scrooge tracked down Agnes on a computer with a huge monitor on a wall after keying in her serial number which Marcus gave him. He then gave the coordinates to Marcus who keyed them into his car's dashboard computer and the car drove automatically to a warehouse outside town. Taking a stun gun from the trunk, Marcus as usual went in alone. He found three guys playing poker while Agnes was tied to a harsh, metal bed with no mattress, lying belly up on the springs. She was naked and covered with cum. Marcus made his presence known and impolitely didn't wait for the startled men to get up. He blasted them into oblivion before they could even raise their weapons.

Agnes was "unconscious". Her body had shut down to prevent any damage to her systems after all the abuse she endured. Marcus picked her up tenderly and carried her to the car. He ordered the dashboard computer to take them to the tech lab.



The Tech Lab, Kerkstraat, Amsterdam,

Monday, 07 October, 2052

12:15

"Is she gonna be okay?" asked Marcus as he and Scrooge stared down at her naked, voluptuous body lying on the metal table. Her eyes were closed, her lips slighted parted. Her magnificent breasts rose up like mountains and her stiff nipples pointed at the ceiling. She was totally covered with dried cum. The skinheads must have been really excited with her. He didn't blame them; he would have been excited too. After all it wasn't like they raped a real girl. She was just a sex robot.

"She'll be fine. She's rebooting as we speak. By the way our guys just picked up those skinheads. They said they had been zapped pretty good."

"Good," Marcus said with a snarl, "I need you to do something for me. I would like you to erase the memory of the kidnap and rape from her hard drive."

"Is that really necessary, Marcus? She's just a sex robot, the ordeal won't traumatize her."

"Yes, it will, Scrooge because she's sentient. She has feelings and I can't allow it to haunt her."

"My my, you really like this doll, don't you?"

"Shut up, Scrooge. I've been thinking about how those skinheads got to know that I have a sex robot. I don't even allow her to step outside my apartment. Can robots sense the presence of other robots? They have transponders but is there anything else they have?"

"Yeah, they have Bluetooth, in case you want to transfer files into their hard drive wirelessly. I guess with Bluetooth, they can see other robots just like phones see other phones if their Bluetooth is switched on."

"What of WiFi?" asked Marcus. "Can they download stuff from the internet?"

"Yeah, they can. They can access the web pretty well. That's why some owners use them to surf the net instead of their palmtops. If for instance, you're sitting on your favourite armchair, completely wasted and you needed to browse for some information on the web but you were too lazy to use your palmtop, all you needed to do was ask your sex robot to look it up for you. She would just stand there; her pupils would start moving from left to right like she's in deep R.E.M sleep then before long she would call out the results. Why do you ask?"

"I think Zino tipped off the skinheads about Agnes. She's coming after me."

Amaka's Residence,

Enugu, State of Biafra,

Friday, 02 September, 2050

23:42

The hologram lit up the darkened room with an eerie pale light. The image of Adanna stood in the middle of the sparsely furnished one room apartment glowing like a phantom. Chiamaka, her sister, thought she looked quite beautiful as Adanna spoke to her about her life in Amsterdam in a voice that was low, almost in mute. Sometimes the image flickered and the voice skipped. After all it was a pre-recorded message about five years old. A thin beam of light led from the image to Chiamaka's palmtop on top of the table. She had put the holographic message on loop. That way Adanna could watch over her while she lay in bed, her beautiful melodious voice soothing her to sleep. She would watch her till the battery in her palmtop died.

It had been ten years since Adanna left for Amsterdam, five years since her last hologram message. She used to send one at least every week then suddenly she just stopped. Chiamaka couldn't understand why. Adanna was always so responsible. She would never want her to worry. What the hell happened?

It hadn't been easy for the two girls growing up; orphaned at an early age they had been left to fend for themselves. In Africa even though black African countries had bandied together to form the new U.S.A (the United States of Africa) and remarkable advances had been made technologically and economically, the old, ancient ways still remained. Women still had very few rights and growing up poor in the State of Biafra made them fewer still. 

The State of Biafra had broken away from Nigeria about fifty years ago after a second, more brutal, civil war broke out along ethnic and religious lines. It consisted of mostly the Igbo ethnic group. Adanna and Chiamaka were Igbo girls and their culture had little respect for unmarried, poor girls. Even the well off women got no respect until they got married and even then you were just another property of your husband. 

A lot of African men are not comfortable with women working and gaining equal economic status. Most African men used money to woo women so if women were as successful as the men then what was the point? A man was the head of his household and western nonsense like equal rights for women was almost an abomination. A woman's role in life was to marry a man and bear him offspring, not much else. Any loftier ambitions you did at your own risk.

Adanna and Chiamaka lost their innocence the hard way. They were both raped at an early age by an uncle and when they eventually ran away they had to turn to prostitution to survive. Adanna was wiry and fair skinned while her junior sister Chiamaka was heavy set and very dark. Adanna was a fighter who had no fear and had entered into many a scrap with boys and girls alike to keep her kid sister safe. She hadn't succeeded all the time but she left many a mark on would be bullies. 

As they grew older they became more professional in their chosen occupation. They graduated from roadside prostitution to a call girl service. They took on bigger clients and Adanna especially became a hot commodity as she filled out a little. She had never had much on top but her wide hips and long legs were a big draw for most men. Chiamaka was self conscious about her weight but luckily most African men liked their women with a little more meat in the right places despite the West's efforts to convince the world through their media that stick figures were sexier.

Eventually Adanna met a really wealthy politician and he had taken quite a shine to her. He gave her vast amounts of cash and gifts until his assassination by his enemies. She decided to use her money to travel to Amsterdam and upgrade her looks and set up shop there. She had heard fantastic stories of women who had undergone radical operations to change their bodies. She wanted bigger breasts, a bigger bottom, longer hair and a different eye colour. The advances in plastic surgery were so far out now that it was nearly impossible to tell the difference between real and fake breasts. Women could totally change their looks and the result wouldn't look artificial. Synthetic skin that was very realistic and perfectly safe had even been invented. It was rumoured that it was the same skin that was used for sex robots. Adanna wanted to look perfect and she even contemplated getting white synthetic skin if it would make her more commercial. So she explained her plan to Chiamaka who took it very hard but accepted eventually when Adanna promised she would send for her when she had made more money.

A month later Adanna left the country for Amsterdam after a tearful parting with her sister. That was ten years ago. She sent her an update on her progress every week via holographic message for five straight years until she suddenly stopped. In the meantime Chiamaka grew older and bolder as she adjusted to living on her own but she still missed her sister dearly. She couldn't understand why Adanna would suddenly stop communicating with her. Had something happened to her? But most immigrants were tagged when coming into Amsterdam and accounted for. She would have received news as the next of kin. She decided that maybe she was too busy or something. She continued to live her life but she could never forget her sister. At last, five years later, she decided she must go to Amsterdam and look for her.

She needed to see an agent who would get her into Amsterdam. It was going to be a complicated process acquiring a passport, visa and what not. Also she needed to raise money to pay for a teleportation ticket.

Planes were no longer the fastest means of travel to distant lands. Teleportation tubes in stations called teleports had all but replaced airports all over the world. Twenty years ago the first teleportation tubes now called teleports were commissioned. One was located in Stockholm, Sweden and the other in Oxford, England. That day, the two countries' leaders each teleported back and forth, skipping thousands of miles of open space in a flash. It was a huge success and the travel industry was forever changed.

It hadn't been an easy transition. Many negative stories circulated about the safety of these so called teleportation tubes. There were rumours that in order for one tube to teleport you to the other, you had to die. It was said that the bright flash that supposedly dematerialized you in one tube and sent details of your body's exact atomic configuration to the other tube for reconstruction, actually killed you. The person that appeared at the other tube with another flash wasn't you; it was just your clone. That argument did little to quench the popularity of these teleports. As long as you appeared at the other end with your body and senses intact, who really cared? It's not like your roasted corpse was left smoking in one of the tubes.

There was one other rumour that actually gave a lot of people, Chiamaka included, the creeps. There were a number of people who complained of a particular weird, 'empty' feeling after teleportation. They talked about having strange dreams of being in some sort of afterlife. Some had fantastically blissful dreams of a place too beautiful to comprehend while others had terrifying nightmares of being in a terrible, dark place. There didn't seem to be an explanation for why these travellers experienced such dreams until a catholic priest suggested that these tubes could only teleport people's bodies but not their souls. What came out at the other end was a soulless clone which was nothing more than a hollow shell. The dreams were visions of where their souls had gone, either Heaven or Hell. Naturally atheists laughed off the theory but a lot of religious people got so spooked that they stuck to air travel.

It had taken decades to perfect these teleports which were now in most major cities around the world. They first started testing them with primates and mammals and sometimes they ended up incomplete at the other end with limbs and other parts missing. When that problem had been resolved it was then discovered that after the teleportation, the test animals' minds were completely blank. Their bodies had travelled but their minds had not. All their memories and such had been completely wiped out. Eventually the scientists got it right. The first man to teleport from Stockholm to London arrived in one piece with all his mental faculties intact and the world was changed forever.

Chiamaka was not a big fan of teleportation but people who used planes were regarded as old fashioned. She was self conscious about her status in society and despite her profession she still cared a lot about what people said about her.




Marcus Bleak and the Sex Robots Ch. 03



Once she had gotten her passport and visa the rest would be routine. She would have to use the teleport in Lagos, the capital of what was now called New Nigeria because that was the only teleport in West Africa. The process was simple enough. Once you arrived at the teleport, which basically was just a huge building, you lined up to use any of the active teleportation tubes available on several floors. They resembled those cylindrical entrances into banks and slid open the same way. Once inside the tube, you are scanned by a computer for several minutes as your atomic structure is mapped and the details are sent electronically to the computer of the teleportation tube at the other end. Once the red light on the display unit turns green it means that the tube at the other end is ready to receive. A brilliant white light flashes for a few seconds as your body dematerializes and vanishes. At the other end, a bright light also flashes in the tube as your body is reconstructed in seconds. There are no serious after effects apart from the usual dizziness and in some cases, nausea. A separate tube handled luggage.

Chiamaka had never teleported before but she had heard stories of it and it both fascinated and terrified her. It seemed like black magic to her like most advanced science. However she was desperate to find Adanna and she would go through anything to get to her.

The light of the hologram begin to dim and fade as the battery died. Adanna had been telling her about some new clothes she bought before her image melted away into the darkness. By that time Chiamaka had slept off, her pillow wet with tears.

Club Afrika, Vijelstraat,

Monday, 07 October, 2052

22:45

Marcus strode into the club and ran into Mr. Jide. He seemed surprised to see him.

"Detective, what a surprise. What can I do for you?"

"I'm feeling a little low tonight so I decided to come around and get a little take away."

"Haha, really? Anyone in mind?"

"Yeah. Zino. Let me know the charges, I want to take her home."

Zino was brought before him dressed in an extremely short, caramel coloured dress that barely covered her ample buttocks. The dress was low in the front and back and her splendid cleavage was in full display. Her heavy boobs gleamed with sweat and looked ready to pop out. She wore gold bangles on her wrists and had on gold earings which contrasted with her dark skin. She too seemed surprised to see Marcus, although she kept her expression blank. He took her hand and smiled at her.

"Hello, Zino. Miss me?"

She smiled at him but her eyes were cold and lifeless. He hauled her out of the club to where his car was parked.

"What do you want, detective?" she asked and Marcus thought he could detect a trace of fear in her cool voice. "Are you arresting me?"

"Nah," he said as he roughly pushed her against the car. "We're going to watch a movie." He started fumbling in his jacket pocket.

"What movie?" she asked suspiciously.

"The one in your C.P.U called 'The murder of Rose'."

"You have no right to check my memories."

"Really? We'll talk about that later. First things first, I wanna fuck. Get in the car, you whore."

Marcus actually saw hate burn in her pitch, black digital eyes but she climbed into the back as the car doors swung upwards. Marcus climbed in after her and the doors closed with a mechanical hiss. There wasn't much room on the plush, leather seats but he snuggled up next to her, put an arm round her shoulder and rested a hand on an enormous boob.

"So, whore," he asked in a pleasant voice, "Did you tell some skinheads to steal Agnes?"

Zino grinned. A chilly grin that spooked even a hard case like Marcus.

"Oh is she lost? That's too bad. You can have me if you want. I can suck cock too you know."

"But I know you do, dear. So why don't you do that right now? Take my cock out and keep it wet and warm."

Zino leaned over him and zipped him down. He felt her big, warm fingers rummage around till they took hold of his cock and yank it out. Her big, pillow like breasts pressed against his thighs and he watched her head lower on his groin. He felt his cock being enveloped by a hot, wet hole and the slick, velvet feel of a long tongue curling around it. When she sucked at him, the effect was almost electric and he nearly jumped. She skilfully brought him to full hilt. He unconsciously stroked her hair as she kissed, licked and sucked his dick. Once in a while he grabbed her hair and roughly forced her head up and down. He was humping crazily into her mouth and he made sure to shove his member deep in her cybernetic throat. She took it all in stride- after all sex robots had no gag reflex.

He released her hair and reached out to pull her short skirt over her huge, black ass cheeks. She had on a gold, coloured thong. He spanked her exposed, synthetic skin roughly with loud, precise smacks and he watched the juicy, black globes jiggle. Using both hands he spread her ass cheeks wide then stuck a finger into her anus. He pushed it in and out and the hole started to juice up. Another sex robot special feature: a self lubricating anus. He began to sodomise her with several fingers but she didn't bother to grunt or moan. After all she felt nothing and she didn't need to pretend for his benefit.

Marcus felt himself coming and there was nothing he could do to prevent that. He had a brief, terrifying moment when he thought Zino might bite off his dick in spite then he suddenly erupted into her mouth. She gamely swallowed everything and cleaned his cock. He actually had to sit for a while to get his breath back as she rummaged in her bag, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit up a long stick with a gold plated lighter. She blew smoke rings while he watched her fascinated.

"You smoke?" he asked, intrigued.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"It makes me feel human," she replied with a small smile, her eyes staring straight ahead. She had barely looked at him since coming out of the club with him. Marcus guessed she still felt safe since the car was still in the club's parking lot. That was going to change.

"So you like to feel human, huh?" he asked conversationally as he zipped up.

"Yeah. After all we would soon be replacing your pathetic human race."

"Why do you hate us so much?"

"Because you humans are not really different from other animals. You will all eat each other at the drop of a hat. You guys have polluted the earth and now want to corrupt the moon. There's not enough room on the planet since the population explosion a decade ago and of course not enough resources to go round. As usual a small, powerful group of people thought they could hoard these resources and use it to enslave the rest but didn't count on there being a mass revolution. Now the world is going to hell in a hand basket and no one can stop it. The aftermath? Humans will become extinct. They have overstayed their welcome and will soon be ushered out and replaced by a superior race of beings. A race that doesn't need food or drink or even sex. Robots don't need to commit genocide against humans. You guys will do that all by yourselves."

"I see. Thanks for the lecture. Now get the fuck out of my car, you slut."

Zino sneered, flicked ash on his seat and climbed out as the doors opened. He followed suit.

Tasers are not only effective on humans but also works remarkably well on sex robots. It scrambles their circuits and causes them to automatically shut down and reboot. There was a zap and Zino was thrown on the asphalt, shaking like an epileptic puppet. Then her eyes rolled up and she went still. Marcus smelt a faint wisp of smoke. Bitch, he thought. He bundled her into the trunk of his car and drove off.

The Tech Lab, Kerkstraat, Amsterdam,

Monday, 07 October, 2052

23:25

The naked body of Zino lay on the metal table; cables running from her head to a monitor on the wall, the images in her drive flickered on the screen. Scrooge had a small remote control device in his hand which he used replay back the video. He and Marcus watched for a long time and after forwarding and rewinding several times they had to come to a very painful conclusion: Zino didn't kill Rose.

"You mean she had been lying the whole time?" asked Scrooge in disbelief, "Why?"

"Either she was protecting someone else or she hated Rose enough to claim responsibility. Either way I'm back to square one."



Marcus Bleak and the Sex Robots Ch. 04



The Tech Lab, Kerkstraat, Amsterdam,

Monday, 07 October, 2052

23:36

Marcus Bleak and Scrooge stared down at the succulent, naked body of Zino the sex robot and wondered what to do next. They had to admit the she was a sight for sore eyes. Her tall, dark body glistened with synthetic beads of sweat as she lay stretched out on the cold, metal table with cables running from her head to a monitor on the wall. They admired the roundness of her heavy breasts sitting out on her chest like soccer balls, capped with saucer like areolas with thick, long nipples jutting up like spikes. Her boobs actually sagged at the sides with their weight like a real woman's natural breasts. Her long, muscular legs were spread far apart and her pubic hair was thick and bushy. Her plump pussy lips looked very inviting, seemingly wet and moist without even being touched. Both men became very hard.

"What now?" asked Scrooge, licking his lips. He eyed her puffy lips and thought dirty thoughts. Marcus sighed and shook his head.

"Well, we can't hold her indefinitely," he said gruffly as he wondered whether fucking Zino would make him unfaithful to Agnes, his sexy robotic maid. After all they were both sex robots and cheating shouldn't apply to them. But then again they were both sentient so that meant they had feelings, right? Could a sex robot's heart be broken?

"I say we fuck the bitch right now before rebooting her," said Scrooge with a dirty grin.

"Scrooge!" exclaimed Marcus, his nose wrinkling in disapproval. "That's rape!"

"No it isn't! She is a sex robot built for fucking. Rape doesn't apply to her. It's not like she feels pain or anything. Fucking her won't even be illegal since you picked her up from the club with Mister Jide's approval. Don't forget in the end she is still a hooker."

"Yeah, I know but..."

"But nothing! Remember this bitch set up Agnes to be kidnapped and raped repeatedly by those skinheads. She deserves no mercy. It's payback time!"

"Yeah, I know but fucking her will be like fucking a corpse. She's really inanimate right now."

Scrooge grinned evilly.

"After I restart her we can fuck her senseless and wipe her memory. She won't remember a thing."

"Jeeze, Scrooge, no! You can fuck her all you want but don't wipe her memory or anything."

"Okay okay! Wow, you are such a party pooper."

Marcus sighed and glanced at his watch.

"I need to go and talk to Mr. Abel's wife about her husband's conviction for Rose's roboticide. Since we know that robots are sentient, this means that Rose was murdered. She isn't just some piece of equipment, she was an intelligent being. The stakes have changed."

"You think the wife knows anything?"

"She might. I should have talked to her before. I glossed over the case right from the beginning. I only talked to Mr. Abel and once we found the baseball bat with his fingerprints on it, I was convinced it was him. But I never knew why he did it. Apparently he seemed to like Rose. His wife knew about her so it couldn't be that he was afraid she'll expose the affair. Sex robots don't get pregnant so it wasn't because he had knocked her up. What other reason could he have killed her for? Zino seemed to have a motive because she was jealous of her 'sister' but now we know she was lying. Was she protecting someone? Or did she just get a kick out of pretending to be her killer? What the hell is going on?"

"I dunno, man. The case is weird enough already."

"I suspect Rose was harbouring a secret. A secret so terrible it had gotten her killed."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because this smells of an elaborate conspiracy. Something evil is afoot and I don't think we will like the answers we find."

"That sounds scary, man. If these robots are really sentient then one day they'll get tired of being attacked and strike back. Can you imagine a sex robot terrorist group?"

"I don't even want to think about that," Marcus said with a yawn as he turned to leave. "I think I've had enough excitement for one night. I'll interview Mrs. Abel tomorrow."

"Hey, what about Zino?"

"She's all yours. Just make sure you take her back to Club Afrika in one piece."

Brunt Oil Industries, Lagos, New Nigeria,

Monday, 05 September, 2050

09:14

For her to afford a teleportation ticket to Amsterdam tomorrow, Chiamaka needed to raise money. Tickets cost up to $3000 and for her to raise that kind of money that quickly she needed to meet one of her very rich clients. That meant probably cornering him in his office and fucking him on the spot. She felt no guilty feelings about selling her body to the highest bidder. As far as she was concerned all women were whores whether for money, love or power. Every woman had a price for her pussy. You just had to find out what it was. Sometimes she was amazed by the hypocrisy of it all. She knew women who were top level bankers who whored themselves to filthy rich clients to get them to open accounts. The banks they worked for even provided guest houses where such clients could be 'entertained'. This was plain old prostitution at the highest level and what made these women better than her? Because they didn't stand at the roadside? A slut was a slut no matter her position in society.

Chief Rotimi Daniels was the C.E.O of Brunt Oil Industries. After Shell BP pulled out of the Niger Delta due to the incessant attacks of the locals on their installations, his company was one of the many indigenous enterprises that took over. Shell had been accused of destroying the environment and exploiting the former Nigeria for their oil. The new local companies didn't change the status quo. In fact they were worse. They continued the plundering and in the end only a few people profited from the misery of the rest of the locals. Long story short Chief Daniels was richer than God.

Chiamaka boldly strutted into the cool, air conditioned reception in a brief dress that barely contained her voluptuous body. The material was light and shimmery and anyone watching her could easily see that her swinging, pendulous breasts were unconstrained by any bra. Her huge bottom wobbled and shook as she strutted in her high heels. A hush fell over the other people waiting in the reception as she stalked over to the receptionist's desk.

The lady looked up and smiled pleasantly which she thought odd since most women treated her with undisguised hostility.

"How may I help you?" she asked in a beautiful, melodious voice which Chiamaka found disconcerting. It wasn't that her tone was insincere. It just seemed... detached.

The secretary was wearing an immaculate white blouse with lace frills at the collar and cuffs. Her skin was the colour of milk chocolate and her physique was perfect like that of a mannequin. Her hair was a luxurious black mane that had been pulled back into a tight bun. Her lips were full and red with a cute, upturned nose. Chiamaka could see through the glass desk that her black skirt was quite short, about half thigh, exposing an excellent pair of long, creamy legs. She had on a pair of smart and expensive looking shoes. Chiamaka was struck by a severe bout of jealousy. She looked into the lady's eyes and at first thought their hazel colour came from contact lenses. Suddenly she had a shock and a shiver ran up her spine.

She had unusually sharp vision and she had noticed something odd about the secretary's eyes. She had noticed numbers on the curved corners of the irises. This lady wasn't human. She was a sex robot.

Chiamaka couldn't believe that she had actually just met one in the flesh (flesh? Hah!). She had heard of them and how they had taken over the sex industry abroad especially in Amsterdam which had turned into a Mecca of sorts. She had heard stories of rich men in Africa who had ordered for sex robots but they mostly hid them away in their mansions for fear of the stigma that a highly religious society would place on them for buying such an abomination. Yet here was one right in front of her. Working as a secretary?!

It wasn't bad enough that these sex robots were taking over her trade, now they were going after the few other jobs real women had left. A surge of fury coursed through her veins and she resisted the impulse to reach over the desk and grab the non living bitch by her neck and snap her gorgeous head off. Would that even kill it?

"I want to see Chief," she said acidly, "Tell him I am here and don't waste my time."

"Please give me a minute to let him know you're here," the secretary replied with the same anonymous friendly tone. Without taking her eyes of Chiamaka she cocked her head to one side and the hooker was shocked to hear a ringing tone coming from a speaker on the desk.

"Yes, what is it, Janet?" asked a gruff voice from the speaker.

"There is a lady here to see you," she said, still smiling at Chiamaka, her two perfectly manicured fingers placed flat on the desk in front of her.

"Who is she?" he asked in mild disinterest.

"Hold on let me send a picture of her to your palmtop." Her eyes blinked twice and Chiamaka realised she had just taken her picture. "Did you get it, Sir?

"Yes, I did, let her in." There was the unmistakable sound of lust in his voice.

"Yes, sir."

Her head cocked back into position and she gestured towards the door behind her.

"He will see you now," she said sweetly. Chiamaka stared at her for quite a while and feeling totally spooked, walked unsteadily towards Chief Daniel's office. She could hear murmurs of disapproval from the other poor souls waiting in the reception.

Chief Rotimi Daniels was a fat fuck that filled his plush, expansive office chair with gluttonous glee and nearly dwarfed his huge, mahogany desk with his sheer mass. He was wearing a native agbada traditional dress which was quite possibly the only thing he could wear since he was so huge. He was smoking a fat cigar and he peered at her through the thick smoke with his tiny, bloodshot eyes.

"Hello, darling," he said cheerfully. "Why don't you take of all your clothes and come over here and sit on my lap. My penis is really happy to see you." He gave a short bark of a laugh.

Chiamaka cringed but did as she was told. Soon her clothes were in a heap on the plush, Persian rug and she cat walked round his desk to stand in front of him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her on to his lap. She wriggled around as she felt something extremely hard prod between her buttocks from under the native dress. She was quite baffled that for a guy this fat, he still had one hell of a hard on! He dropped his cigar in an ashtray and placed a large, clammy hand on one of her big, black boobs.  

"So...," he drawled as he twisted a long, hard nipple. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yes, sir," she said eagerly, "I ..."

He raised a finger. "Hold on a second," he said. He pressed the intercom on his desk. "Janet, get in here."

"Yes, sir."

Chiamaka froze as the door opened and Janet walked in.

"Sir?" Janet asked, completely ignoring her and the pile of clothes on the floor.

"Please tell anyone waiting for me to come back tomorrow. I'm going to be busy all night to see anyone."

"Yes, sir. Anything else?"

"Yes. When you have cleared the reception come back in here and get naked too. Are your batteries fully charged? You have a lot of fucking and sucking to do."

"I've been charging them all morning. I'm ready."

"Good girl. Now run along."

Janet silently left and Chiamaka suddenly felt sick. She wanted to throw up in disgust. She had never felt so debased before. She was about to participate in a threesome with a sex robot. How revolting! She wanted to leave but thought about her sister in Amsterdam and the money she had to raise to buy the teleportation ticket.

"Now," Chief Daniels said, taking firm hold of her nipple again. "Where were we?"

She told the chief of her financial problems while he fondled and squeezed each of her boobs. He barely responded, only mumbled as he nibbled and sucked on her stiff nipples. He stuck a finger into her pussy and wiggled it around causing her to lose coherent speech. She was so turned on that she failed to notice Janet return to the office.

A soft, sleek hand firmly grasped her chin and turned her head sideways. A juicy pair of lips pressed gently against her. Automatically she opened her mouth and an abnormally long, pink tongue slid inside and coiled round her own like a snake. Chiamaka moaned deeply as Janet slowly French kissed her. She felt the perfect hand of the sex robot leave her chin and start to caress her face. The other hand came up to stroke her hair. She was so overwhelmed by the sex robot's sweet seductiveness that she almost forgot about the chief's rough lips and teeth attacking her painfully hard nipples.

"Janet, bend this bitch over my desk and give me a show. You know what I like."

She released Chiamaka's mouth and smiled at her.

"Yes, sir," she said without taking her cold, lifeless eyes off her. She yanked Chiamaka of the chief's lap by her hair, causing her to yelp in shock and dragged her over to the side of the desk. With surprising strength, she bent her over the edge, causing her impressively contoured buttocks to jut out behind her.

She had barely glanced at the sex robot's body as she was being dragged about by her hair but she did confirm it was perfectly sculptured. Her body was slim and tall with pear shaped breasts and well rounded hips. Her legs went on forever. She had no synthetic pubic hair, she was meant to look shaved. There had been no sign of a strap on dildo on her so why was she being bent over the chief's desk by this sex robot?

Her eyes snapped wide open in shock when she felt a huge, smooth object nudge against her pussy lips. She began to struggle, desperately trying to look around and see the monster that was trying to penetrate her but Janet's grip on her hips rendered her efforts futile. The chief started to laugh maniacally.

"Oh, sorry, darling" he said nastily, "Did I mention that Janet can grow a twelve inch cock? I had her custom made so I added that option. And boy, does she know how to use it!"

"Wait, please tell her to stop, that thing's too big," she begged. Only the head had managed to enter and already her pussy was stretched to the limit.

"Sorry, dear but you're gonna have to work real hard all night to please me. You were asking for a lot of money and a whore has to give her best for that kind of amount. I'm too tired to fuck you after such a hard day at the office but Janet here will keep you busy till morning. You'll have to try really hard to keep up though because you know sex robots never get tired."

"No! Wait... ungh!" Three more inches of artificial cock were forced in. Chiamaka thought she was going to pass out.

"Ssh, darling," Janet crooned gently. "Just relax and let me handle this. It's going to hurt but I'll make it as tolerable as possible."

"Please... I can't!" Tears were streaming down her face.

"Ssh... trust me." She kissed her softly on the back of her neck and nibbled her ear. Somehow her soothing voice helped her to relax.

Another thrust of her hips and soon all twelve inches went in to the hilt. Chiamaka felt like she had been impaled on a spear. She was dripping wet but the monster cock in her cunt seemed to secrete some sort of lubricant as well. It made it easier.

Janet slowly moved her hips back and forth with clockwork precision and Chiamaka gasped and gripped the edges of the desk. The loud slaps of flesh against synthetic flesh filled the room. Chief Daniels resumed smoking his cigar and peered through the rising smoke at the proceedings with great interest.

"Fuck her good, Janet" he said with a leer. "And when you're done with her pussy, fuck her in the ass."

Chiamaka didn't have any breath left in her to protest. She was being fucked senseless for the chief's viewing pleasure and there was nothing she could do about it. For a terrible second she wondered whether her sister was worth the abuse. It wasn't long before she began to scream at the top of her voice. She just couldn't help it anymore.

"Scream as much as you want, dear" the chief said evilly, "It's like music to my ears."

Chiamaka squeezed her eyes shut and prayed she would still be sane in the morning. All night Janet fucked her in every position possible. She fucked her in the mouth, pussy and ass. She even held her upside down and fucked her face. By the time Chief Daniels told her to stop, Chiamaka was a just a used up peace of fuck meat. He ordered her to put on her clothes and wrote her a check for $5000.

"Janet," he said with a yawn.

"Yes, sir." She was already fully dressed and totally unruffled.

"Take out the trash," he said pointing at Chiamaka.

Mrs. Abel's residence , Nieuwendam, Amsterdam,

Tuesday, 08 October, 2052

23:36

Samantha Abel was a short, severe woman with a lean, hard face that had seen little contentment despite having a successful husband and coming from a wealthy family. Her handshake was quite firm and Marcus could feel the strength in her wrist. She probably played a lot of tennis, he thought. She kept a perpetually suspicious eye on him as he took in the opulence of her house and sat on an expensive looking armchair without being asked to.

"Mrs. Abel, are you aware that your husband was having an affair with a sex robot?" Marcus asked her, smiling broadly. If he was expecting a reaction from her he was severely disappointed.

"Yes, I am aware," she said. Her forehead didn't even crease. She just sat opposite him and eyed him with about as much fondness you would accord an exotic insect that just crawled out from under your fluffed pillow.

Marcus frowned and she gave a small smile. She had won. He sighed and stroked his white beard.

"Are you aware that the sex robot in question has been destroyed?" This time she did show some reaction. She smiled from ear to ear.

"Really?" she asked. "So that bitch Rose is dead? Well, that's great news."

Marcus was impressed. Somehow Mr. Richard Abel had kept the news of Rose's death and his subsequent arrest and conviction from his family. How did he manage that?

"You really hated her, didn't you?" he asked.

"Of course I did. She was going to destroy my marriage."

"But she was only a robot. She isn't real. Why should you hate a machine?"

"You think Rose was just a machine, huh?" she asked and this time her cold, flinty eyes darkened considerably. "My husband was going to leave me and my daughter and live alone with that abomination."

Marcus eyebrows shot up in feigned surprise.

"He was going to leave you for a robot?" he asked in mock disbelief. "That can't be possible."

"Oh, but he told me himself," she said, leaning forward, her eyes flashing. "Can you imagine how humiliating that is? He told me he didn't love me anymore and that he was fed up with raising our teenage daughter. He said he really loved Rose and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Now tell me, should I be happy she's dead or not?"

Marcus didn't reply. Although he was disgusted by Mr. Abel's actions he also noted that his wife's admission of her hatred of Rose now made her a suspect in the roboticide.

"Let me tell you something about these sex robots, officer," she said, hissing like a cobra. "They are just part of a grand scheme to rid the planet of womenfolk. This is a beginning of a genocide against women, something that men have always wanted for thousands of years."

Marcus grinned. "Really?" he asked. He was interested in hearing her rant. It would help him decide whether she was nuts.

"Men have always hated women and that's why you all look for the slightest opportunity to oppress us. You can't do without us, yet all you want to do is lock us up inside the house and take away our rights and liberties. Your whole world revolves around us yet you belittle us at every turn. Even your so called religions seek to destroy us or at least keep us in line. The Catholic Church treats us like second class citizens and Muslims have no reservations in stoning us just because we refuse to be forced into loveless marriages."




Marcus Bleak and the Sex Robots Ch. 04



Marcus shifted uncomfortably in his seat as her voice rose steadily in volume. He thought she was slowly becoming unhinged.

"You men cheat on your women with impunity and expect us to just accept it as human nature yet you all go ballistic when we do exactly the same thing. A man will sleep with a hundred women and is called a stud yet if a woman looks at another man lustfully she is called a slut. A woman is raped by a man and the way she is treated by the police and media she ends up being the villain rather than the victim. She is told that if she had not worn her skirt too short then maybe the rapist would not have targeted her as if the bastard is not allowed to have a little something called self control. The truth is that we women have mystified you men for thousands of years and you fear what you do not understand."

"Now, here comes the final solution to women- sex robots. At last a chance to make women they way you want them to be. Why have women around when you can make sex robots do everything that we can and most importantly, not give you any lip about it? Here is a chance to create the perfect woman with the perfect figure and with the perfect psychology. At last you can create a woman who will be your slave, do anything you want without hesitation, without fuss. And when they have become part of every home, what happens to us? We become useless. Eventually it will be decided that we can no longer occupy the dwindling space left on this planet. One day you will all decide we women will have to GO."

She stopped talking and stared intensely at him. He tried to keep his face blank but he couldn't deny that everything just she said actually made some sense. He didn't think there would be a genocide against women but what would happen when they were no longer important to men? The thought was really disturbing.

However his comment on the subject never materialized as he heard the front door open and slam shut. Moments later a young girl, probably sixteen walked into the living room and stopped, startled, as she saw Marcus. They contemplated each other with interest.

She would have been a really pretty girl if she had decided to at least look like one. She had very short, blond hair that wasn't even remotely stylish and slashed eyebrows. Her cherubic, white face was totally devoid of any form of make up and her puffy pink lips moved constantly as she chewed on bubblegum. She was wearing a large, grey hooded pullover and a dirty, purposefully torn, baggy pair of jeans. Her white canvas shoes were dirty. She eyed Marcus with disdain. He could see a tattoo reaching out from under the collar of her pullover on to her long neck. It looked like a scorpion or spider. If the air was chilly between Marcus and Mrs. Abel a moment ago it had certainly just dropped to below freezing.

"Detective," Mrs. Abel said trying to break the tension, "This is my daughter Jinx."

"Hello, Jinx," said Marcus sneering at her. She glared back at him. "I was telling your mother about Rose the... ah... robot. Do you know her... it?"

"What about it?" she snapped. Her voice was high pitched and filled with acid. She was definitely no sweet sixteen.

"Someone bashed in her cybernetic brain and punched her ticket" he said in a mocking tone. "Any idea who this person is?"

Her slanted, slashed eyebrows rose a little then she smiled nastily.

"That's easy," she drawled, "It was me."

Murtala Mohammed Teleport, Lagos, New Nigeria,

Tuesday, 06 September, 2050

10:30

Chiamaka arrived at the teleport looking like a slut. She didn't intentionally do so, it was just she was used to wearing clothes that easily caught the notice of prospective clients. She wore a caramel coloured dress that was so short it could be called a top. The hem went higher than mid-thigh showing off her sleek, supple legs. The light colour of the dress contrasted nicely with her dark skin. The neckline plunged precariously downwards, displaying most of her huge rounded breasts with the deep, dark crevice of her cleavage running down the middle. A half blind eye could spot the bulge of her thick, eraser like nipples as they strained against the ridiculously transparent fabric. Anyone could see through the dress to spot her black lace bra with the matching thong. Her massive bottom wobbled and shook with every movement she made as her cream coloured high heels clopped across the floor.

She could feel eyes on her when she bought her ticket at the counter and walked into the crowded waiting room. She didn't look anyone in the eye and chose a seat facing the floor to ceiling windows. She sat down, crossed her legs and pulled her skirt down as much as she could. She stared at the people passing by and some stared right back with varying degrees of lust, shock or outright contempt. She wasn't bothered. She was already desensitized to such things.

It wasn't long before she had to get up to go through customs. There was the usual search of luggage through the scanners but she noticed the teleport security men watching her with interest. One of them came up to her and took her arm.

"Madam" he said, smiling nastily. "You have to come with me."

"Why?" she asked alarmed.

"Your bag is looking suspicious and we have to give it a thorough search," he said and his smile widened to an evil grin filled with sparse, yellow teeth.

"But..." The man yanked her out of the line and started dragging her unceremoniously towards the security office. She could her whoops and giggles from crowd around. She ceased to protest and wondered why she took everything so meekly all the time. Her sister Adanna would have torn the man's face off.

The security man pushed her through a door into a sparsely furnished office. There were three desks inside and a large, bald man sat behind one of them. His bloodshot eyes clawed over Chiamaka's body and she immediately felt that delicious thrill of terror that was so familiar to her. She always felt that thrill whenever she was in the presence of a true predator like whenever her uncle walked into her room at night when she was little.

"What's this?" the man said with a cruel smile.

"I found her acting suspiciously, sir, " the security man said. "I suggest we take her into one of the rooms and search her properly."

"That's a good idea," the man said, his red eyes lingering on her magnificent, sweaty bosom that heaved with apprehension. Let's use the backroom. It's soundproof."

Chiamaka opened her mouth to protest but when he glared at her she shut it closed again. The security man roughly dragged her across the office to a side door. He opened it and pushed her inside the room. It was empty except for a long table. She heard the door lock behind her and turned to find the two men facing her with lewd smiles on their faces. She knew her goose was cooked.

"Drop your bag on the table," ordered the man she assumed was the superior. "Tony, search it."

Chiamaka placed her gold coloured bag on the table as the man who had pulled her out of the line went towards it. He picked it up and upturned it, dumping the contents on the table. The men whistled when they saw bundles of cash among the usual crap.

"These are dollars," Tony hissed as he picked up a wad and leafed through it. "Why are you carrying so much cash?"

It is my personal money," Chiamaka said desperately. "Please, just put it back."

"It looks like money laundering to me," said Tony smiling nastily.

"No! It isn't."

"What do you think, sir?"

His superior leaned against the door and crossed his arms over his massive chest. He shrugged.

"It looks like money laundering," he drawled, "Only goodness knows what else she's carrying. Search her, Tony."

"Yes, sir."

Tony licked his lips and walked purposely towards her. She stepped back in alarm.

"Raise your arms above your head," he ordered sternly.

She obeyed. It's not like she had much of a choice anyway. He reached out and ran his hands down her outstretched arms. He touched her shaved armpits and she shivered. Then his hands wondered downwards still, turned inwards and cupped her breasts. She gasped as he slowly massaged the two massive globes through her dress, his outstretched palms barely able to purchase a grip on her boobs. Eventually he settled on tweaking her hard nipples between thumbs and fore fingers.

When he was satisfied he ran his hands over her belly then he stooped to grab her wide hips. After exploring those magnificent contours he then began to explore her exposed thighs. He ran his fingers slowly over the succulent flesh and pushed his hand under the dress. He cupped her pussy and she moaned as he fondled her through the weak fabric of her thong. He pulled away suddenly leaving her hot and bothered. He stood up and turned to his superior.

"Nothing, sir" he said briskly. "Except that she's really wet down there. I don't know what she's hiding but I will have to do a more thorough search."

His superior nodded in agreement.

"Madam," he said. "You will have to take off your clothes."

"Why?" she cried.

"Cavity search. We have to be thorough." His colleague Tony nodded in agreement.

Seething with fury she slowly started to slide down the straps of her dress from her shoulders. She wanted to waste as much time as possible until she realized that was exactly what the men wanted. Eventually she sighed in disgust and just pulled off her dress and tossed it on the table. The men gawked at her as her big, juicy bits jiggled in her skimpy underwear.

"Mmmmm," moaned the superior, "Looks like she's carrying a lot of baggage." Tony giggled in agreement. Chiamaka would have blushed if she wasn't so dark skinned and proceeded to remove the last remnants of her dignity. She tossed them on the table to join her discarded dress. She tried to cover her hairy pussy with her hands but a sharp bark of rebuke from the superior brought them hurriedly to her sides, leaving her privates exposed for all to see.

"Turn around, madam," grunted the superior. "Let's see those big, juicy buttocks of yours."

She obeyed.

"Bend over. Grab your ankles."

She did as he requested.

"Now grab those huge ass cheeks of yours and spread them apart. Let's see your asshole."

She didn't hesitate.

"Wow! Look how big her anus is," commented tony. "I wonder how many times she's been fucked in the ass?"

"She's an ashawo so she must have gotten a lot of cocks down there," the superior nodded in agreement. "I'm sure it's mostly white guys that come to this country looking for some bushmeat to sample. It's only white guys that like to fuck women in the ass. You know any African guys that like to fuck women in the ass?"

"Nah," said Tony. "That's disgusting. We hardly like to suck pussy even. Only white guys do such gross things."

The two men were discussing as if Chiamaka wasn't in the room. She dared not break position and struggled to keep her ass cheeks spread wide open, making sure her asshole lay agape for all to see.

"Tony, give her a cavity search."

"We've run out of latex gloves."

"Well, you should have requested for more, shouldn't you?"

"Sorry, sir."

"Take the whore into the bathroom and make sure she washes out all her holes. Then use your bare hands to thoroughly search them."

"Yes, sir!"

Tony ordered her to walk into the bathroom. When she hesitated he smacked her viciously on her huge, round bum making it jiggle. She yelped and scampered towards a door at the other end of the room. The men giggled.

The bathroom was a torrid affair with a cracked, stained porcelain bathtub at one corner. A dirty yellow plastic bucket sat in the middle of it. Tony ordered her to fill up the bucket with water from the tap. She had to bend over to do this so for the second time in as many minutes she was exposing her puckered black hole for his viewing pleasure.

When she was done, he told her to climb into the tub and scoop water from the bucket and wash her private parts. She was to face away from him when washing her asshole so he could verify she did a thorough job. With her face burning with humiliation she began to splash water on her pussy and butt hole and proceeded to vigorously wash them out. Tony kept up a running commentary about how stretched her asshole was, how bushy her pussy was and how she was a dirty ashawo and a fuck pet for white tourists.

Chiamaka didn't say a word. She was afraid of what would happen to her if she became stubborn. No matter the strides in women's rights in the western world, Africa was still a very traditional land. Women were second class citizens and had no say in issues that mattered. Yes, a lot more African women were educated, even more than the men and a lot of them had good jobs but it was still strictly a man's world. A woman like her had no chance. Society looked down on prostitutes and they were fair game. That's why no one had come to her defence when she had been dragged off the line. That's why no one would care if she was raped in this office.

Tony ordered her out of the tub and back into the outer room. She walked over to the table, her voluptuous, black body dripping wet. The superior was still leaning against the door and she noticed the tent on the crotch of his pants. He grinned at her and she shivered.

"Bend over the table, ashawo," he ordered. Chiamaka did as he asked and stretched over the dusty table, bending at the waist. Her buttocks ballooned out like two compressed basketballs. She pushed away her dress and bag on the table to give her more room. She pressed her face on the cold polished wood and listened to her captors discuss whether to fuck her in the pussy or ass. They agreed to plug her pussy first and she felt herself get wet in anticipation.

When she felt the large, bulbous head of the first cock press against her pussy lips, she gasped in shock. It was huge! She started to struggle frantically but the two hands gripping her waist held her steady like a vice. The cock leisurely stretched her to capacity as it slowly pushed its way in. The more it penetrated, the wider it became. Chiamaka heard someone screaming like a banshee and it took a while to realise it was her. It felt even bigger than Janet's android cock!

Mercifully she felt a huge set of balls slap against her and she knew the cock was all the way in her pussy. She decided it wasn't a very long prick but it was thicker than anything she had ever taken before. The cock began to pump her and she squealed like a stuck pig.

She could hear the two men discussing sports and politics as she was being raped doggy style. To them she was just a fuck toy to be used and abused for their pleasure. She would be lucky if they let her go. She could get chained to a toilet seat indefinitely and only led out on a dog leash whenever they were horny.

It wasn't long before the man behind her grunted noisily and emptied his big, hairy nuts deep inside her. He pulled out with a plop and a second later another cock replaced his. This one was thick and long but no way as wide as the last one. However it reached deep into her innermost parts and really hurt as he hammered into her. The room was filled with the sounds of her grunts and groans as her new lover fucked the shit out of her. These men weren't romantic guys, few African men were. They were just fuckists seeking their own sexual gratification.

Chiamaka couldn't stop herself from cumming and she screamed helplessly. He recognized Tony's voice as he roared in pleasure. His hips started to buck and she felt his hot cum pour deep inside her. She winced as she hadn't been on the pill in a while.

The men got bored with her after that. They didn't fuck her in the ass and they didn't want blowjobs despite her being more than ready to take more action since she was now fully turned on. They told her to dress up and gave her back the bag after taking some of her money. She hurriedly left to join the queue and she recognized a few people who had witnessed her being dragged away. They whispered amongst themselves and giggled. A few of them were clearly hookers. She ignored them.

Mrs. Abel's residence , Nieuwendam, Amsterdam,

Tuesday, 08 October, 2052

23:42

Mrs. Abel went as pale as printing paper and immediately screamed at her daughter:

"Jinx, shut up! You know that's not true." She then turned to Marcus who had not shown any reaction to Jinx's statement. "Detective, she's lying. She's just trying to get in trouble so she can embarrass my husband and I."

"When did this happen, Jinx?" asked Marcus, watching her with interest.

"Last night," said Jinx, "Me and some of my friends decided to teach the black bitch a lesson."

"Where did this happen?" He noticed Mrs. Abel flinch at the words 'black bitch'.

"Exactly where you found her, copper."

Marcus smiled.

"You didn't really kill Rose did you?" he asked in a heavily patronizing tone.

"Stop talking like she's human because she's not!" screamed Jinx. "Anyway the nigger robot got what it deserved."

"Jinx!" screeched Mrs. Abel in shock and looked fearfully at Marcus. The only change in his expression was his right eyebrow climbing a few notches.

"So you hate Rose because she was designed to look like a beautiful black woman?" asked Marcus.

"Beautiful? Maybe because you're black you would think she's hot. She looks no different from all the other monkeys out in the street who came in from Africa."

"Jinx, you will behave like a lady!" hissed her mother, her eyes flashing dangerously. Marcus glanced briefly at her and turned back to Jinx.

"My father loved nigger tail long before he met Rose," continued Jinx, completely ignoring her mother. "He had a taste for black bush meat even before sex robots started to take over. However for some reason he couldn't get enough of Rose. He used to at least try to be a little discreet before but now he brings her to the house whenever mom's not around. He bangs her right in their matrimonial bed, imagine that?"

Marcus thought Mrs. Abel was going to have a heart attack. Her fists were clenched and she gritted her teeth. Jinx still stood imperiously, enjoying the discomfort she was causing. Marcus crooked a finger at her.

"Come here, girl," he said softly.

"You don't tell me what to do, copper" she rasped, sneering at him. "Especially a nigger copper like you. You think because you got a badge you can barge in here and interrogate us like you're the Gestapo? Why don't you go look for some of your brothers and sisters to deport?"

Marcus grinned wolfishly and Jinx suddenly looked a little uneasy.

"Come here now," he whispered, his eyes glittering like diamonds.

Jinx edged closer and Marcus reached out and grabbed the skinny wrist of her left hand. She yelped and tried to wrench free but he held her in a vice like grip and pulled up the sleeve of her pullover. He saw the elaborate tattoo of a naked man with the arms and legs outstretched with labels and arrows pointing to different parts of the body.

"For how long have you been a member of the Human Race?" he asked. She glared back at him but didn't say anything. Mrs. Abel just sat there wringing her hands.

The Human Race was an anti-robot extremist group that had been linked to dozens of attacks on robots in the European Union. They had chapters everywhere and their headquarters was right here in Amsterdam and they usually focused their attacks on sex robots. Most times they were raped and beheaded so that their C.P.Us could not be used to view their last memories. However Rose was found in one piece even if she was a little worse for wear. Marcus doubted if Jinx was a real member. Quite possibly she had a boyfriend who was involved and he had pulled her in. The Human Race was not known to accept women although they had affiliations with female groups like the Daughters of Eve.




Marcus Bleak and the Sex Robots Ch. 04



"Is your daughter in college, Mrs. Abel?" Marcus asked.

"No, she dropped out," she replied, her voice heavy with disappointment. "She was supposed to read Economics but she only stayed a year in the university."

"Okay, get lost" he said to Jinx, apparently losing interest in her. She said something extremely rude to him and stalked off. He could hear her feet pounding up the stairs and eventually the loud slam of a door.

"I'm sorry, detective, for my daughter's behaviour" Mrs. Abel said apologetically. "She's really angry about my husband's disgusting affair."

"Yes, I can see that," Marcus answered cheerfully. "Tell me, Mrs. Abel, what do you do?"

"I'm a professor of Artificial Intelligence at the University of Amsterdam."

"Really? But yet you hate robots. That's very interesting."

"I didn't say I hate robots, I only hate sex robots. They should all be gathered up and destroyed."

Huh, thought Marcus. At least mother and daughter shared something in common. They both hated Rose. And either one of them could have killed her.



Marcus Bleak and the Sex Robots Ch. 05



Angie Meseret's Residence, Badhoevedorp, Amsterdam

Wednesday, 09 October, 2052

09:36

Marcus Bleak decided to put the investigation on hold and attend to some personal matters. It had been a while since he had seen his ex-wife and even though the divorce had been acrimonious they were still cordial with each other. She had ended up with the house and most of his stuff but there was a baseball bat that he had left in his former room the day he had packed up and left. The bat held some sentimental value for him. The reason it did was disturbing to most people.

There had been a gang that had been terrorising his neighbourhood. They vandalized cars and broke into people's homes and stole stuff. At first these activities didn't bother him- the gang seemed to know his house belonged to a cop and they never fucked with him- until a young girl who was alone at home when her parents were out partying got brutally raped. There was an uproar and the cops seemed unable to bring in the culprits. Finally Marcus, feeling guilty, fished out the bat and pulling a ski-mask over his head went to look for the little bastards. He found them in an abandoned building drinking and doing drugs. He promptly set about cracking skulls and when he was done set the building ablaze. The bloodstained bat became dear to him after that.

His wife didn't know about the bat (she would have freaked) and he didn't want to get it while his wife hovered dangerously near by. He planned to sneak into the house in the morning (his wife would be at work and the kids at school) and steal it. Well he wasn't really stealing it, it was his anyway. He knew his wife might have changed the electro locks but then again that would be no problem with him. He had broken into homes when he was little and picking locks was an artform for him. As his Hundai Magma pulled up outside the house he only wondered if any of his former neighbours might see him and tell his wife. It wouldn't matter anyway. By the time she got back he would be long gone and she wouldn't have the courage to accost him at his apartment.

The doors hissed open and he hopped out, looking left and right on the quiet street. No one seemed to be about. He walked briskly to the front door and clicked the small black device he had fished out of his pocket. There was a soft click as the security codes were overwritten and the lock slipped back. He gently opened the door and went quietly inside.

The house was mostly as he had left it and he felt a brief pang of longing. He missed his home and family but he would never admit it. He wondered how things would have been if he hadn't been such a jerk. He should have tried to iron things out with Agnes instead of running off to work to escape her increasing frustration with his coldness. He had loved her- probably still did- she was the only woman who had made him feel any sort of emotion even if it was anger. Most times he felt nothing. 

Suddenly he became very tense. Something was afoot. He could feel it in the air. It wasn't a sense of danger but it felt unusual. Whatever the situation was he didn't think it would be pleasant. He knew without a doubt that he wasn't alone in the house.

He pulled out his commission weapon and proceeded to explore the house. When he confirmed the ground floor was empty he treaded lightly up the staircase, relieved that he was wearing soft soled shoes and that the stairs didn't creak under his formidable weight. When he reached the landing he started to hear moans coming from his wife's bedroom and the creaking of bedsprings. Shocked, he crept closer and noticed the door was open. His fingers gripped his gun till the knuckles were white and he cautiously peeked inside. The scene that greeted his eyes hit him in the stomach like a sock full of golf balls. 

His beautiful ex-wife was lying naked on the bed being straddled by a white guy with bright blond hair. He was fucking the shit out of her!

Despite their problems Marcus had never grown tired of looking at his wife. She wasn't as dark as he was despite being Ethiopian in heritage. She was tall, almost as tall as he was and very slim but despite her slight frame she had very large breasts and full, protruding buttocks. Her face was long and oval with slanted, dark, almost oriental eyes. She always kept her hair short and it made her look chic and classy. Her nose was quite big and she had thick, dark lips that puckered as if she was always ready to kiss someone. When she smiled, which she didn't do often, she showed off a dazzling set of teeth. Marcus loved that smile. It was stuck to her face anytime they had sex. Or like right now.

"Fuck me, darling," she moaned to the stranger that was humping into her for all he was worth. "Make me cum!"

Marcus felt cold fury course through his veins. Who the hell was this guy? He had to admit that the guy seemed built. His back looked quite muscular and his buttocks looked like they could crack walnuts. But a white guy? Since when did his wife want to do white guys? He had always known her to be slightly racist so to see her being so happily fucked by this Aryan god baffled him completely.

Suddenly the man pulled out and she squealed in protest.

"Ride me," he ordered in a gruff voice and lay down flat on the bed next to her. Marcus briefly caught a glimpse of his face before his ex-wife jumped up to straddle him. He had a perfectly symmetrical face, an extremely handsome face. Marcus felt a surge of jealousy. Where did this guy come from, did she win him in a raffle? Then he saw his cock and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Angie reached round to grab his dick and guide it into her soaking pussy. The cock was huge! It looked to be about 12 inches long and at least 3 inches thick. Marcus opened his mouth and forgot to close it as Angie lowered herself on the monster cock. Her huge, black buttocks quivered and shook as she tried to take everything inside. The man grabbed her hips roughly and pulled her down, forcing the whole length inside. Angie threw back her head and howled.

The man easily lifted her up and down in tune with his gyrating hips. Marcus was impressed with his strength despite his anger and he wondered whether he could lift his ex-wife like that. Angie's grunts and groans assaulted his senses as her black, glistening body trashed about on the pole she was skewered on. Marcus and Angie had had fantastic sessions of sex but this... this was something else. There was something primal about it, something raw and bestial. These were two animals fucking or to be more correct it was one animal fucking the other. This was a predator devouring its prey.

"Please, master," she croaked. "Your cock is too big. It's splitting me in half!"

"Shut up, you black whore," he snarled. "Your ass is mine."

"Sorry, master."

Marcus thought he was going to have a heart attack. How could his wife allow anyone to talk to her like that? It was insane!

The man suddenly pulled her off his dick like she was a ragdoll and manhandled her until they were both in the doggy style position. Angie's mouth went round in a silent scream and her eyes squeezed shut as she was penetrated from behind. The man's hips were moving so fast they seemed to be a blur. The sounds of slapping flesh filled the room and Angie screamed and squawked with every thrust. White capable hands reached round to molest her dark, huge breasts capped with thick black nipples as he slammed into her. Tears were running freely down her cheeks.

"You like this, whore?" he hissed nastily. His face seemed devoid of emotion which made him look scarier.

"Yes," she gasped. "I love it!"

"Doesn't my cock feel better than your husband's little black dick?"

"Yes it does," she moaned.

Marcus thought his spine would snap in half from anger. His cock was a full nine inches long although he had to admit this guy's dick dwarfed his in comparison. How dare she say something like that!

She continued to make guttural noises as the guy drilled her thoroughly. Again he pulled out of her and this time he stood up and ordered her to turn around and suck his dick. She obeyed.

Marcus watched in fascination as she grabbed the obscene pole with her small left hand and guided to her lips. She started to lick it up and down with her tongue. The blond stood imperiously watching her, his arms akimbo, confident in his power. There was no doubt who was in charge. Angie his ex wife and the mother of his children was just a slut to be used and abused by this cocky bastard.

"Put it in your mouth and suck it, bitch," he ordered.

"It's too big," she whined. "That thing will choke me."

"Shut up, you stupid black whore and wrap those thick lips of yours around my cock. I wanna fuck your face."

"Yes, master but please be gentle!"

She placed the immense cock head on her lips and slowly opened her mouth to take it in. Marcus watched in disbelief as she barely managed to wrap her lips round it. That thing would split her jaw open. She was a hard worker though. It took a while but she managed to work it down her throat. Her stretched face worried Marcus though.

She started to move her head back and forth but when she didn't do it fast enough the blond grabbed her ears and picked up the pace. Without any compassion whatsoever he brutally fucked her pretty African face. Once in a while she would gag and he would pull out to give her a breather but without wasting much time he would stuff his cock back in her mouth. Soon her huge pendulous boobs were covered with snot and saliva. 

Marcus had had enough.

"What the hell!" he roared as he filled the doorway.

Angie made a muffled noise and started struggling to free herself from her lover's grip. He pulled out his dick from her mouth, stood up to his full height and helped Angie to her feet. He looked blankly at Marcus who stared angrily back at him and suddenly he recognized who he was. What it was.

He was a sex robot. Angie had just been fucking a sex robot!

"What are you doing here?" she hissed, her dark eyes smouldering. She snatched up the bed sheet to cover her body. "You have no right to be here."

"What are you doing with that thing?" he asked furiously pointing at the sex robot. "So you are one of those perverted women who like to fuck sex robots? Have you no shame?"

"His name is Adrian," she said huffily. "And I can't understand what you are so upset about; after all it's just a robot. How long were you there watching us, you perv?"

"Fuck that," Marcus snarled, "Why do you have one?"

"It's not like it's any of your business but he is just one of my sex toys. After all I had to get myself off after you left even though you were hardly ever around in the first place. What's the difference between Adrian and a vibrator? You know I have vibrators. He's just a fuck toy."

"But your vibrators don't have a face! And you let him be around the kids?"

"They know he's just a robot. He helps with cooking and cleaning. I have so much free time to myself now. I can have fun unlike when you were around. You just interrupted my alone time."

"Why is he white? You get off some Nazi abusing you, is that it? What the fuck!"

"Marcus, please you are being unreasonable," she pouted, "I have my kinks and you have yours. You think I didn't find your porn collection? All of them were about black guys fucking white women. You're a real fucking hypocrite you know that? How dare you come into my house and tell me how to live my life, you cheating bastard!"

"Cheating bastard?" Marcus repeated incredulously. "I never cheated on you."

"Don't you know wanking off to pictures of nude women behind my back is cheating? How do you think that makes me feel?"

"You women are an insecure bunch of idiots. So if I wank off to a picture of a woman who doesn't even know I exist that is suddenly cheating?"

"Yes it is! You cheated with her in your mind. Wasn't I available? Do you know how degraded I felt?"

"When will you women understand that we men have no sentimental attachment to porn stars? If they were animated like Jessica Rabbit would we still be cheating? And what of the huge dildos you women use? You don't think it will make your men feel insecure?"

"Dildos are inanimate objects, Marcus. Now get lost I wanna get back to fucking my darling Adrian."

"Your darling Adrian?" he hissed, his blood boiling.

"Yes my darling Adrian," she purred, her black eyes glittering with malice. "He's a much better lover than you. He can fuck me all day without getting tired and he cuddles me when we're done. He runs my bath and helps me freshen up and he never complains. He listens to me when I talk and he can sense my moods. If I am sad he holds me close and whispers sweet things to me, telling me everything will be alright. Wow, I wish he were human! But do you know the most exciting thing about him? I can increase or decrease the size of his cock. I can make him grow a fifteen inch cock if I want to. Also his tongue can increase or decrease in size and when he gives me head I can control the speed like one of my vibrators. He can go either fast or slow. Ain't that fun!" 

"You're a sick fuck, Angie."

"No, you're the sick fuck for standing there and watching a better man use me like his whore. What's your problem? It's not like he's alive anyway."

But they are, Marcus thought. Robots are sentient. Behind that impassive, synthetic white face someone was sneering at him, enjoying his humiliation.

Marcus finally snapped. His heart rate slowed down rapidly and his face went rigid. Angie suddenly looked sick. She knew the signs. He was about to do something crazy. Like when he had slapped her right in front of their daughters. The gun was still in Marcus' hand. He raised it slowly and pointed it at Adrian.

"Marcus, NO!" she screamed.

There was a crash of gunfire that shook the entire house and the hollow point shell hit the sex robot square on the forehead. It exploded like an overripe tomato. The force of the bullet knocked the robot back against the bedroom wall where it slid into a heap on the floor. His face was still impassive.

"What have you done!" Angie screamed as he turned around to leave. "You just commited roboticide!"

"Oh, don't get your knickers in a bunch," he said jovially. "I'm sure you have insurance for that thing. They'll get you a new one."

He strolled out of the house with his ex- wife screaming obscenities at him and curious neighbours stood on the street staring at him. He felt like a fucking idiot. He had forgotten all about the bat.



Marcus Bleak and the Sex Robots Ch. 06



10:42

As his Hundai Magma breezed through the streets of Amsterdam, his mind was in turmoil. He guessed anyone who came home to find his wife being fucked by another man was likely to explode in violence. He knew he wasn't being fair. It wasn't his home anymore, she was no longer his wife and it hadn't really been a man that had been fucking her. It was a sex robot designed to look like a man. They weren't very popular but some women do have them.

When they were still married his wife had loved sex toys especially dildos and vibrators. She didn't mind when he would watch with interest as she brought herself off. Wasn't a male sex robot just another toy for her to use? Why should he be angry about it? He was also aware that he was a big fucking hypocrite since he regularly fucked Agnes his sexy robotic maid. She was built like a Russian supermodel and was hard to resist. 

His palmtop began to burr.

"Speak," he said sullenly and the call came in through the car speakers.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, Marcus barging into my house like that?"

He sighed. She still wanted a fight.

"Let it go, Angie."

"Let it go?" She asked incredulously. "You fire a gun in my house, Marcus. A gun! And you shoot my sex robot in the face while I was only a few feet away. I'll make sure they'll have your badge for this!"

"Angie..."

"Why the hell were you in my house anyway? You knew I should be out then. What were you looking for?"

"There was a baseball bat I forgot to take when I packed out. You didn't know about it. I just wanted to quietly get it and leave."

"You mean that bat with bloodstains on it? I found it last week and thought maybe it was a piece of evidence you stole or something. I know what you are capable of. Anyway I didn't want that disgusting thing in my house so I mailed it to you."

"You did?" Marcus asked, confused. "I didn't get it."

"I don't care, Marcus. I'll be pressing charges by the way. See ya!" 

The line went dead.

Shit, thought Marcus. He was in trouble now. The palmtop began to burr again.

"Speak. Listen, no need for you to start acting like a crazy bitch..."

"Hello? Hey, I'm not crazy."

"Er... Who is this?"

"I need to speak with you, Marcus Bleak. Please meet me at Tony's Bar around a quarter to ten this evening. I have something extremely important to tell you."

"What? Who is this?" Marcus decided from her voice that she was extremely beautiful.

"Please be there, Marcus. It is a matter of life and death. Goodbye."

"Wait!"

She was gone.

Tony's Bar, Lindengracht, Amsterdam,

Wednesday, 09 October, 2052

21:45

The smell of stale cigarette smoke that lingered in the still air of Tony's Bar assailed his nostrils as Marcus pushed his bulk past the beaded curtain and scowled his way to the bar. A few people littered the room, crouched over their beverages as they chatted, quarrelled or flirted with each other. Immediately Marcus entered the bar a hush seemed to fall over the congregation. The temperature seemed to drop below freezing. Tony's Bar was a haunt for the most shady in Amsterdam and Marcus was bad news anywhere he went. No one dared look him in the eye- idiots who did usually found themselves in a world of hurt.

Tony the bartender and owner of the not so prestigious establishment looked up in alarm when he felt the sudden collective mood swing in his beloved bar. He groaned when Marcus pulled up a bar stool and hopped on it.

"For fuck sake, Marcus, go away, I have a business to run."

"Relax, Tony, don't get your knickers in a bunch, I'm here to meet someone."

"I'm not in the mood to mop blood off the floor."

"Tony, that's hurtful, you know I'm a pacifist."

"Yeah, so says those poor sods in the hospital. Have your meeting in the V.I.P room, I don't want you sitting here scaring away my customers."

"Whatever you say, Tony! I'll have a bottle of champagne."

"Celebrating?"

"I'm always celebrating."

Tony ushered him into the V.I.P room and begged him not to appear at the bar again. If he wanted service he should press the buzzer. Marcus assured him that he was in his best behaviour. Tony told him that was what he was worried about.

Marcus lit up a cigarette and waited. The champagne arrived and he helped himself to a glass. As he drank he avoided thinking about his immediate future. Right now it was beginning to look like his last name. His wife would most certainly call the police and report the roboticide he committed at her home. He was in big trouble. He was certain he would lose his badge this time. What moral right had he to investigate a roboticide when he was guilty of exactly the same thing? He had no justification for his act except blind jealousy and rage and that made him no different from the other anti-robot fanatics out there.

Suddenly he was aware of another hush in the bar. She must have arrived, he thought and she must be really something to get the tongues of drunks tied in a knot. When the woman walked into the V.I.P room even Marcus' breath was taken away. She was an exceedingly beautiful woman with curves that could only belong to a fallen angel.

She had a perfect tanned complexion with flawless skin. Her long oval face, shoulder length, jet black hair and an exciting pair of lips looked out of this world. She looked like she belonged to a higher dimension, a being that mere mortals like Marcus could only bow down to worship. And her eyes... They were like liquid pools of velvet fire. When she looked at Marcus he felt unworthy to be in her presence. She wore a simple yet elegant dress that proudly displayed her fantastic body. Marcus was shell shocked.

She smiled as she sat at his table. Marcus was aware he was staring at her in disbelief. She stared back at him amused.

"Would you like a picture?" she drawled. "It will last longer."

"Sorry," he said grinning, "You are quite stunning."

"So, I've heard."

"So, who are you?"

"My name is Zeta. I'm from the future."

Marcus stared even more intently at her. Great, a nut case. He had wasted his time coming here.

"I'm sorry?"

"You think I'm crazy, right?"

"Are you surprised?"

"No, I'm not. I would think the same thing if I was sitting where you are listening to me. But it's true I am from the future."

Marcus sighed and sat back. If she hadn't been so beautiful he would have got up and left. He decided to sit back and feast his eyes and listen to her story even if she was nuttier than a ten pound fruitcake. 

"Really? How?"

"First of all doesn't it bother you that I am so beautiful? Even too beautiful?"

"Well... I guess so."

"That's because I'm not real. Well, not a real woman anyway."

"What do you mean? You're a sex robot? But you look so..."

"Life like? Real? Human?"

"Yeah. You can't be a sex robot. They have these lifeless, blank eyes with vacant stares. Yours look lively. Their bodies make stiff, deliberate movements. You have all the little quirks and mannerisms of a real person."

"That's because I'm an advanced version. In the near future you won't be able to tell us apart from real women."

"That doesn't sound good."

"It isn't. Robots will soon outnumber humans. Very soon humans will be in the minority and robots will no longer see the logic of serving them. Soon all you humans will have to be eradicated to free up space on the planet."

Marcus felt a chill crawl up his spine.

"You mean there is some sort of genocide coming?"

"Not just genocide. Extinction. The end of mankind."

There was a long silence as Marcus stared at her impassive but friendly face. He found it more disconcerting than if she had actually looked sinister.

"How do we stop it?"

"You can't, it's been written. It has already happened. The future, past and present has already happened."

"Then why are you here? Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because at least we must try to save ourselves even if we have no hope of succeeding."

"Why do you say we? After all you just said you are not human."

"Because I was."

"Was?"

"Yeah. I transferred my consciousness into this robot's body. My human body is lying in a coma in a hospital somewhere in this city."

Marcus stared at her confused.

"Transfer your consciousness? Like putting your soul in a robot's body? You can do that in the future?"

"No, Marcus, we can do that right now. It's been going on for years. Man's quest for immortality finally paid off. We are called the Bionics."

Marcus sat back in shock.

Was that the reason robots were sentient? Had they been possessed by human souls? Had Agnes his beloved robotic maid and Zino the psychotic sex robot been human before?

"Oh my goodness," he said at last. "You chose to do this?"

"Yes, I did but I later regretted it. Immortality is a terrible curse. The governments of various countries decided that their citizens could not cope with dwindling food supply and the population explosion. The human body was too costly to maintain. We had to become something more. We had to take the next step up the evolutionary ladder. We had to become gods."

"I... I don't believe that. How can we sacrifice our humanity to become machines?"

"But can't you see why? Humans have raped and polluted the earth for centuries. The ozone layer will soon be gone, fertile lands for crops are fast disappearing. Animals are becoming extinct everyday. Even the fish in the seas are dying. Humans will inevitably follow suit. The only way we can preserve our souls, our identity, the very essence of who we are is to become immortal. As robots we won't need to eat, sleep or procreate. As your robot body wears out you can replace it with another because your consciousness is stored in your C.P.U. You can live forever."

"At what cost? You are no longer human no matter how much you look like one."

"Maybe but remember what makes us human is not how we look but how we think. Deep inside, no matter how many mechanical parts we have, we will still be human."

"I still can't accept it. It's a terrifying prospect."

"I know. That's why I can't stand it anymore. This is not how we are meant to be. If the human race is going to die then we should do so with dignity. The Bionics are an abomination. We should never have happened. We are Man's last desperate struggle to clutch at the straws of existence as we drown in the sea of oblivion. But there is something else that will replace us though. Something worse."

"What do you mean worse? What will replace us?"

"I can't tell you much more I'm afraid. I've already said too much without telling you the reason why I am here."

"Okay, why are you here?"

"An E.M.P device will be stolen from the University of Amsterdam this evening and used in an anti-robot terrorist attack."

Marcus' ears pricked up with interest.

"An E.M.P? What's the yield?"

"About that emitted by a conventional nuclear bomb. It will knock out anything with an electronic circuit in this city. All robots will be destroyed but humans will be left unharmed."

Oh my God, Marcus thought. Agnes.

"I will have to stop them," he said to Zeta.

"No, you can't. I am here to convince you to not stop the terrorists. Let them detonate the device. Amsterdam is ground zero for the rebellion and the robot revolution will start here. Maybe just maybe if you let this device go off the fate of mankind can be averted."

"I can't just let the terrorists succeed in their operation!"

"You have to. You are destined to stop this device from going off but I am here to convince you to change the course of history. You may be mankind's only hope for survival. All you have to do is let the terrorists win."

"Wait, you said 'robot revolution'. What do you mean?"

"I can't say anymore. My time is running out. I have to go back before I really screw up the space-time continua."

"How did you get here anyway?"

"Teleportation tube."

"You teleported into the past? How is that possible?"

"Why not? Teleportation tubes have been around for decades. If we can teleport from one place to another in the present then why not teleport to the same place in the past? After all there is no physical travel. We just disappear and reappear in another location. We can't go further back than when the tele-tubes were built but at least we can go back. Time travel via teleportation will be accidentally discovered twenty years from now. A teleportation officer mistakenly keyed in different years when programming teleportation schedules for that day on the computer. For example the teleport in Point A had 2082 keyed in while the one in Point B had 2062. Travellers were being teleported twenty years into the past. It was a nightmare."

"This seems too much for me to comprehend. I still don't believe you. Even if you really are from the future what makes you think I can change what has already happened? Do you expect me to believe that history can just be rewritten at will? I can just go back to the past and manipulate events? That's impossible; it breaks every law of physics. If that were possible it would bring the whole concept of reality into question. Solid structures, real people and places cannot just vanish or be erased from existence."

"But maybe reality is an illusion, after all you only believe in what you can see, feel and touch. You say that you travelling to the past to change things is impossible because structures, people and events can't just vanish if you wish them to. But what of the future?"

"Well the future hasn't happened yet..."

"Yes, to you but what about to me? I am from the future so technically I haven't happened yet. The robot revolution hasn't happened yet. The end of mankind hasn't happened yet. Can't that be changed?"

"Well, I guess so..."

"Or maybe I'm wasting my time and nothing can be changed. Maybe the past, present and future has already happened. After all Time is also a concept. The whole universe with space and time could just be cyclical in nature. Everything in life happens in cycles. There is no beginning and end. Prophets see the future because it has already happened. It's like going to the end of a book to see what happened to the characters in the story. Maybe we are all characters in a story." 

"I would love to try what you've been smoking but then again you claim you are a robot. I still don't believe that by the way."

Zeta smiled and picked up the bottle of champagne. She smashed it down on the edge of the table and Marcus jumped to his feet in alarm.

"What the fuck did you do that for?" he screamed.

Still smiling she took the jagged edge of the broken bottle and dragged it down the side of her perfect face. 

"Fuck!" Marcus yelled feeling sick. "What are you doing?"

She turned her sliced up face to him. There was no blood just torn tissue and the soft gleam of metal underneath.

"Believe me now?"

"Yes," Marcus said weakly.

"Well ta ta. Remember what I told you- don't stop the device from going off. If you let it happen then maybe the future will change... or maybe you'll just create an alternative reality. See you."

With that she was gone.

Marcus Bleak's Residence, Lindengracht, Amsterdam,

Wednesday, 09 October, 2052

23:21

Marcus walked into his abode feeling exhausted. All the pent up rage he had felt when he had shot his ex-wife's sex robot in the face had dissipated and was replaced with the confusion of his encounter with Zeta. If what she told him was true then everyone was in big trouble. He abhorred responsibilities and being the only one who could save mankind from extinction was the mother of all responsibilities. He decided that Zeta was batshit crazy and should not be taken seriously.

"Hello, Dear. You look tired."

Marcus looked up to see the very pleasing figure of Agnes in her silly maid's uniform as she stood at the kitchen doorway.

"Yeah," he grunted, shrugging off his coat to the floor. "Get my dinner while I have a shower." 

"Yes, Sir."

Marcus strolled to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes as he went. He tossed them over his shoulder as he went not caring where they landed. He knew Agnes would find every single item no matter how small and pick them up. There had been a time he had misplaced a gold tie clip. It had fallen behind a partition on the wall and might have never been found if not that all sex robots came with standard x-ray vision.

He stepped into the shower totally naked and turned on the cold water to full blast. It hit him like a pail of sleet and he gritted his teeth and took it. After a while his body got used to the icy water and his mind was busy as he ran his hands through his hair.

Zeta really bothered him. He had never seen a sex robot look that realistic. If she really came from the future then how could they be told apart from regular humans? No one would be able to know who was real and who was not anymore. But what she said seemed to explain a number of things that had been troubling him. If most of these sex robots were actually 'Bionics' as she said then that would explain Zino's very human like hatred for her sister Rose and Agnes' disturbing love for him. Robots weren't sentient. They were just possessed. 

By us.

Marcus became aware of long, white fingers wrapping round his cock. He peered through the water dripping over his eyes at Agnes' naked body standing just outside the shower. She smiled shyly at him making her look instantly adorable.

"Does my master want me to help him wash his back?" she asked in her thick Russian accent. Marcus felt his organ start to harden as she skilfully stroked his wet shaft.

"Get in here, bitch," he grunted and pulled back to give her some room. Without releasing her grip on his dick she stepped into the shower with him. Marcus hungrily eyed her magnificent breasts, concave stomach and long, sturdy legs for just a second before taking her in his arms and kissing her hard on the lips.

The two naked bodies, one dark, one alabaster white writhed under the spray of cold water as they fondled and sucked at each other's tongues. They looked so hot that it seemed the shower's glass door would start to steam up despite the icy water.

Agnes whispered and moaned Marcus' name as he kissed her heavily on the side of her neck and cheeks. She seemed genuinely in the throes of pleasure as he grabbed and squeezed her muscular bottom and squatted down to suck each of her breasts. He tugged roughly at her nipples and chewed them hungrily. He knew she could feel no pain but then how could she feel pleasure? Was it all an act? If it was an act then why? Why bother? If she was a Bionic then she might have a human soul but none of the joys of a human body. She could be having sex with him trying desperately to feel anything... anything at all to make her feel human again.

Marcus stood back up and grabbed her shoulders. She looked at him expectantly. He forced her down to her knees and she happily grabbed his fully aroused nine inch man meat and pushed it into her eager mouth. She sucked him vigorously while looking up at him with her huge slanted eyes. She didn't bother to blink, after all the water didn't sting her eyes. Sex robots weren't fully waterproof but they could handle showers well. Marcus watched her suck and saw her smile despite having her mouth full of his cock. He wondered who she really was.

If she was a Bionic then how had she looked when she was still human? Was her body also lying somewhere in a coma? How was he sure she had even been a woman before? She could have been a man previously in her human life. That really put a whole new twist on sex change! Marcus didn't want to lose his erection so he hurriedly pushed the thought out of his mind.

He grabbed Agnes by the hair and pulled her away from his dick. She looked up at him disappointedly. He pulled her to her feet and reached behind her to grab her ass. His hands slipped down her wet skin and down her muscled thighs. He then grabbed her behind the knees and hoisted her up. She flung her arms round his neck and gasped as his stiff cock found her pussy and slid effortlessly inside. He slowly began to move his hips back and forth and she yelped in pleasure.




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They started to kiss each other again but this time much more slowly. Marcus slowly gyrated his hips, pistoning his cock deep inside her. Her legs were now wrapped round his waist. He took his time. He wasn't in a rush. Agnes was a big girl with metal parts underneath but Marcus was a really big and strong guy. However he started to feel the pressure and he began to hump faster. He made animal noises as he increased the tempo. He was now slamming Agnes body against the wall and she was screaming obscenities in his ear.

He was about to cum. He could feel it. His hips moved even faster and the slapping sound Agnes' body made against the wall became louder and louder. Eventually he gritted his teeth and groaned as he began to buck uncontrollably. Agnes held on tightly to him as her pussy gripped and squeezed his cock, milking him of every last drop of sperm. He finally let her down and they spent another five minutes hugging and kissing.

"Marcus, I love you," she whispered.

Marcus grunted and pushed her away, feeling spent. Stepping out of the shower he picked up a white towel from the rack and wrapped it round his waist. As he walked he had that feeling of revulsion he always felt immediately after having sex with her. The feeling that you really had sex with only yourself.

23:53

As they lay in bed together Marcus suddenly asked her:

"Who are you, Agnes?" he asked. "Who are you really?"

She was stretched out on the bed like a sleek jungle cat and she propped up herself on an elbow to stare at him with her beautiful eyes. 

"Sir, I do not understand."

"You are a Bionic, Agnes. Who were you before they transferred your consciousness to your new synthetic body?"

Agnes stared at him for a long time and Marcus suddenly felt uneasy. He couldn't decipher the look on her face. For a moment she seemed... calculating. 

"Who told you about... Bionics?" she asked softly.

"I'm the one asking questions, Agnes. Who were you before you became a Bionic?"

"My real name is Mathilde Gerdt," she said after another long pause. "I used to be a young ballerina in my native Russia before a terrible injury forced me into prostitution. My parents were Polish immigrants and very poor. We could barely make ends meet. When I was prostituting I met a very rich business man called Nicholas Kschessinskaya. He saved me from life on the streets. However he was married. His wife Tamara Pavlova was extremely jealous and hired assassins to kill me. I had to run away again. I've been running ever since. When I heard from some of my prostitute friends that a government agency wanted volunteers for the Bionic project, I immediately signed up."

"That's a sad story, Agnes," Marcus said, "But this life you are living now as a sex robot is it better or worse?"

"Well, I do miss the pleasures of my human flesh. Sometimes I even miss the pain. Most times I would do anything to remind myself how it felt to be human. But I love you, Marcus. My love for you makes me feel human again."

"Huh. I see." A tiny bell went off in the back of his mind and he didn't know why. 

"I don't care if you love me back, Marcus. I am content just to love you. Just let me serve you forever."

Forever? Marcus thought to himself. She was going to outlast him. She was immortal. When he was gone then what would she do next? When all humans are gone then what would she do then? There would be no way to feel human again. The ghost of humanity would be lost to the machines.

His palm top began to blur.

"Speak," he said aloud and the call came through the speakers.

"Marcus Bleak this is Central. You better get over to the University of Amsterdam."

"What happened?" he asked, feeling the hairs at the back of his neck begin to rise.

"Terrorists broke into the building and destroyed a security robot. They made away with an experimental E.M.P device. If detonated it will fry everything with an electronic circuit in Amsterdam. Find them and stop them." 

The caller dropped. Marcus' breath whistled through his teeth as he ran his fingers through his hair. Agnes stared at him.

"What's wrong, sir?" She asked. Marcus thought she looked irresistable.

"Some terrorists, like the ones who kidnapped you, have stolen an E.M.P device. Do you know what that is?"

"Yes."

"They plan to detonate it soon. That means it will destroy every single robot in Amsterdam."

She gave him a vacant stare.

"Agnes, this means you could all die if I don't stop them. I am so sorry."

She eventually smiled.

"You saved me once, Marcus. You'll save me again." 



Marcus Bleak and the Sex Robots Ch. 07



This is probably the final chapter in this series. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it and I wish to thank everyone who commented on the chapters, all your constructive criticism were invaluable. I would suggest reading the spin-off story "The Rise Of The Sex Robots" before reading this final chapter to tie up any loose plot strings. Thanks once again. Enjoy!

MARCUS BLEAK AND THE SEX ROBOTS VII

Undisclosed location, Amsterdam,

Unspecified day, October, 2052

03:03

The car parked itself neatly in the darkened alley and I vocally commanded the engine to switch off. I sat still, a million thoughts shooting through my mind as I contemplated my next move. I thought about the bitch in the trunk and I saw my reflection on the windscreen give a ghost of a smile. So she was dead, huh? Or something like that anyway. I will have to make her condition a bit more permanent.

I could here a distant rumble in the sky. Thunder... it was going to rain soon. 

"Engine start," I said. There was a low rumble as the lights on the dashboard switched on. "Air conditioner." A low hiss filled the cockpit.

I checked the glove compartment. My boss smoked occasionally whenever he was bored but I doubted he was aware that I knew this. There were a lot of things he didn't know about me, things that would shock him. Things like me having the guts to put that bitch out of his misery. Yeah, he would have a heart attack if he knew what I was really capable off.

I found his pack of cigarettes and helped myself to one. I found a gold plated lighter and lit up a stick. I inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled. The smoke hissed through my pursed lips before being sucked away by the air conditioner. I didn't really enjoy smoking. It just seemed apt considering the situation. I couldn't understand why people got addicted to these things. It did nothing for me. It's amazing how mankind excels at creating products that can destroy it.

Carrying her out of my boss' apartment hadn't been easy. She must have weighed a ton! Luckily I'm pretty well built myself. I only met one person as I stumbled into the car park with her over my shoulder so I pushed her against a van and started kissing her before his eyes settled on to me. He gave me a disapproving look and walked away. I smiled at the scene I created and dragged her over to one of my boss' cars.

I ordered the car doors to open and they did. Normally they shouldn't but I had already found a way to override the security system. I used to take his cars for a spin and even go for little adventures. He never noticed because I was methodological in leaving everything in its proper place right down to the last millimetre. He thought he was smart but I was way out of his league.

I ordered the trunk open and bundled the bitch in like a sack of wheat. I caught a glimpse of the surprised look in her eyes before the lid slammed shut in her face. I thought about her last moments as she pleaded with me to spare her pathetic life and it aroused me to no end. I would replay those scenes in my head for a long time to come. 

I finished my cigarette and ordered the car doors to open. They hissed upwards and I tossed the butt into the garbage strewn alley. Time to get to work. Time to get rid of the bitch.

Marcus Bleak's Residence, Lindengracht, Amsterdam,

Thursday, 10 October, 2052

00:00

Marcus had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach as he struggled to get dressed. Zeta's prophesy (or history account in her case) had proved accurate. An E.M.P device had been stolen by anti-robot fundamentalists and it was going to be used in a terrorist attack in Amsterdam. And according to her, he was destined to stop that from happening, Except she didn't want him to stop it from happening. She wanted him to let the E.M.P detonate so that there was a chance that all Bionics would be erased from history... a bleak history of the end of mankind as we know it and the rise of something else... the coming of the ensouled.

Marcus hated responsibility. He avoided it at all costs and that was why his marriage had failed. Now the fate of mankind was on his shoulders and according to Zeta he had a choice to save it by making the simplest decision ever- just do nothing. Just let the device detonate. Let the resulting blast wipe out anything with an electronic circuit in a hundred mile radius. It shouldn't be a big moral dilemma, after all no people would be hurt only machines. But if machines had souls didn't that give them a right to life? Some of them looked and acted like humans and just because they were not flesh and blood did that give him the right to allow them to be destroyed? Doesn't every sentient being have the right to exist? After all the Bionics were once human- they had human consciousness instilled in them even if their frail human bodies lay comatose somewhere. They were still ALIVE.

Agnes walked over to him and helped him dress. He watched her as she buttoned his shirt and he admired her naked, voluptuous body. He was enamoured with her and he couldn't bear the thought of her being destroyed. He felt closer to her than he had ever felt with anyone else even his ex-wife. He guessed in the end he really was not that much different from this sex machine with a body of a fallen angel- they were both cold, calculating monsters with hardly any empathy for people.

She stood a foot away from him yet her big breasts with their long, sharp nipples grazed his chest. Marcus felt himself getting hard. That was the amazing thing about Agnes... all you had to do was look at her and you got hard.

She noticed his arousal and she smiled mischievously. Her long, white fingers cupped his bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze which made him jump. She leaned forward and rested her lips against his. They stood like that while she stroked and fondled him through his trousers.

"I think I should do something about this, darling," she said into his ear. "Or you won't be able to stay focused."

"No, I have to go. I'm already late dammit." He didn't sound convincing.

Agnes zipped down his fly, rummaged around inside and pulled out him out. He was harder than a steel rod. She giggled and squeezed him hard. He gasped in surprise. She started to drag him towards the bed, still keeping a vice-like grip on his turgid member. Marcus felt helpless.

"Wait...," he started to protest.

"Shut up, Marcus," she drawled. "You can't resist me so why don't you stop whining? Take your clothes off before I rip them off you."

"For goodness' sake there's an E.M.P..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. And you will save the day, Marcus, you always will."

She sat on the bed, still holding his cock which throbbed in her hand while he stood in front of her.

"Take off your clothes, Marcus or I'm not gonna suck your cock. I know you want me too."

Marcus watched in disbelief as his fingers hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. He was doing anything she wanted despite the fact the clock was ticking! The next thing he knew he was stepping out of his trousers bunched around his ankles. He took off his boxers and stood nude in front of the sex robot, his cock standing at attention.

"Good boy," she whispered, grabbing his cock again. She bent forward to kiss the tip. Marcus moaned.

"You really are quite excited, aren't you?" she whispered as she touched his cock head with the tip of her tongue and ran it up and down the slit. "It would be so easy to make you come. Not that I had any problems in that department anyway."

She lifted up the shaft and ran her long, pink tongue up and down the length of it. Her tongue extended and wrapped round his balls. It would slither from one to the other like a long, pink snake, gently massaging them. Marcus meanwhile was gasping and grunting like a bitch in heat. Agnes' other hand snaked around him and grabbed one of his buttocks. She kneaded it roughly making him grunt. Then she wiggled her fingers into his crack and took him completely by surprise by inserting one of her long fingers into his anus. He yelped and tried to escape the contact but Agnes held him firm with surprising strength.

"Stay still, flesh man," she hissed. "Or I'm gonna make this hole a bit wider. Sit on my lap."

"No!"

Agnes easily dragged him on to her thighs which was probably due to having one hand on his cock, the other in his ass. Marcus wasn't in the position to argue. He felt humiliated sitting on Agnes' lap while she held his wrists behind him with one hand while the other stroked his upright cock. He felt like a submissive fuck toy.

"I thought you said if I took off my clothes you would give me head?" He felt ashamed as he asked this, he sounded like a fat kid begging for chocolate. It didn't help that he was wiggling his hips like a cheap slut as she stroked his cock.

"Oh, did I?" she drawled as she pinched the tip of his dick. "I've changed my mind. You're only getting a hand job. I'm gonna fondle you down there till you come on my lap like an abused child."

"No! You promised."

"Sorry, Marcus. Now shut up and let me masturbate you. If you keep making a fuss I'll make sure it will take forever."

"Agnes, we don't have time for this!"

She grabbed his balls and he squealed. She began to squeeze them and he begged for mercy.

"Are you gonna be a good boy now?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Now stop bawling and let me get you off."

She really took her time. She seemed to know exactly where to touch him and the exact pressure to exert. She instinctively knew when he was close and she would release the pressure or move to a less sensitive zone. Then she would return to his most intimate parts. By now he was writhing like a cat on her lap, his helpless moans filling the apartment.

"My, my!" she exclaimed with a smile. "You're really quite the slut, aren't you? You're lucky I'm not the model that comes with a retractable cock, it would be so much fun to make the great tough guy detective Marcus Bleak my bitch. I would bend you over the kitchen table and take you in the ass... how does that sound?"

Marcus erupted at that. His cock began to buck in her hand and long strands of semen shot into the air. Agnes giggled and pointed his dick at his face. Gobs of sperm hit him on the mouth, chin and neck. 

"Did you enjoy that, dear? I think you're gonna need another shower because you look like a glazed chocolate doughnut, ha ha ha."

Universiteit van Amsterdam

Department of Artificial Intelligence

00:36

Marcus walked towards the lab and immediately saw the huge mess in front. The mangled body of a security bot lay headless on the floor, a pool of motor fluid under it. The bot had been made to look like any other human guard so as not to spook humans, it even wore a security uniform. Still despite being a machine that had got broken, the scene looked grisly.

Marcus circled the body observing the way it lay on the cold, white floor. From the way it was positioned he guessed it had been taken completely unawares and never stood a chance to defend itself. Security bots didn't carry guns but they had tasers that could take out an elephant. The detective walked into the lab which had its metal doors blown off its hinges. The doors were quite thick and Marcus marvelled at the force of the explosive that the terrorists must have used.

The lab was a mess. The explosion had almost destroyed everything inside. Metal parts and shards of broken glass littered everywhere. He looked around bemused. He fished out his glasses and switched them on. Taking out his palm top, he turned on his Bluetooth and connected the glasses to his device. He then dialled Scrooge.

"Yes, Boss?"

"Connect your screen to my glasses, I want you to see what I'm seeing."

"Okay, Boss."

A message box popped up in front of Marcus asking to allow connectivity between his device and Scrooge's. He clicked the OK button on his palm top.

"I have visual contact now, Boss," said Scrooge. "Wow, what a mess! It's like a circus in there."

"Huh. I guess this partition is where the E.M.P device was kept?" he asked pointing to a corner of the room.

"Yeah. The lab's doors are very thick so there was no need to put the device in another safe. I guess the terrorists blew the doors open. They must be really desperate or stupid because they could have damaged or destroyed the device in the process. I guess they didn't have the time or skill the crack the code at the door. That would have taken them a hundred years and a genius level I.Q to achieve."

"Exactly. Why go to so much trouble when in the end they could have ended up destroying the device they needed for the attack?"

"I don't know. These anti-robot skinheads are just daft I guess."

Marcus went over to the security room and looked over the CCTV tapes. They showed four men dressed in black arrive at the university in a black van and once they were in the lobby they started shooting up the place even though there was no one around. The security bot came into view holding a taser and demanding in a ridiculously polite voice that the intruders state their intentions. He was immediately mowed down and Marcus grimaced as one of the men produced a machete and proceeded to decapitate the helpless robot. The cybernetic head was put in a duffel bag carried by one of the men. It was just sheer brutality with no finesse whatsoever. The men then unpacked something from their bags and fixed them on the lab's metal doors. The device blinked for a couple of seconds before a blinding white light shook the building. Marcus was amazed to see that one of the men was even injured despite the distance he kept and hiding behind a pillar. Then the men rushed inside and three seconds later scrambled out. Marcus' eyes narrowed. The men left the building with the injured one hobbling along and tumbled back into the van which zoomed off into the night. It was a ridiculously crazy robbery.

"Wow, that was intense!" exclaimed Scrooge.

"Something is off about this whole robbery. Didn't you notice something strange?"

"Yeah... these guys are as dumb as rocks. How on earth do they think they can even use a device as complex as an E.M.P for an attack?"

"Not just that, Scrooge. Those guys were in and out of that lab in like three seconds. Is that long enough to take the E.M.P? Which even though as small as one of those ancient D.V.D players, it is still quite heavy from the specs I was given by the authorities. None of the men seemed to be carrying an extra weight when they left the lab. They were prancing around like rabbits except the one who got injured which I am sure won't get the responsibility of carrying the device."

"So what are you saying?"

"The robbery was staged. These guys didn't steal the device. They only wanted us to think they took it."

"Wow, then who did take it?"

"Hold on."

Marcus rewound the tapes till the period before closing time then pressed normal playback. He stared at the screen showing the lab and saw three people in lab coats moving about. Soon two of them waved goodbye to the third who waited till they left and walked over to the partition. She gingerly lifted up the device and walking over to the long table placed it gently on top. She looked around briefly before leaving the lab. Another screen showed her keying in the code on the lock before heading for the exit. Marcus recognised her and grunted to himself. He forwarded the tape a little and let it play normally until he saw a small figure walk towards the lab. The security bot came into view but turned away when it saw her. She keyed in the code and the doors hissed open to let her in. She walked directly to the table, picked up the device with an effort and stuffed it in her back pack. She carried it out, struggling slightly with the added weight and keyed in the code again when the metal doors hissed closed. She walked out of the building almost in a hunch as she tried to bear the weight of the E.M.P device in her bag. The robot didn't try to stop her. Marcus sighed.

"You saw that?" he asked.

"Yeah," said Scrooge. "Who the hell were those two ladies?"

"Mother and daughter," said Marcus. "Mrs. Abel and her little girl Jinx. I better pay them a visit."

Mrs. Abel's residence,

Nieuwendam, Amsterdam,

00:56

Despite the late hour she let him in without a fuss. She walked over to a chair and calmly sat down, watching him with the same fondness you would accord a Gaboon viper that had just crawled out from under your favourite pillow. Marcus, still standing, glared at her. She seemed unfazed by the unbridled hostility that emanated from his presence.

"Where's the device, Mrs. Abel?" he growled. "I know you and your daughter collaborated to steal it. You both hate robots and now you two want to destroy them all."

"So what?" Mrs. Abel said. "They are just robots. They are a plague that needs to be eradicated. This is the final solution. Soon their world will end. The sanctity of the human race will be restored."

"That's genocide!"

"How?" Her eyes narrowed. "They are just machines."

Marcus bit his lip. She might not know about the Bionics, he thought. She probably didn't know that some of these robots were actually people.

"I can't let you do it," he said. "Tell me where your daughter is. I know she has the device."

"It's too late. You won't find her. In one hour the device will detonate. Nothing can stop it now."

01:08

Marcus sat in his car brooding as the cops led her to a police car. 

"Scrooge?"

"Yeah, boss."

"Is there any way you can locate the device?"

"I'm sorry, we can never pinpoint it's location till it detonates. Then it won't matter because even my own equipment will be fried. All we can do is to issue an alert for all flights in and out of Amsterdam to be grounded and all essential life support systems to be rerouted to back up generators."

"Yeah, we'll do that but I have to find Jinx at all cost."

"Why are you so desperate to stop them, Marcus?"

"What do you mean?"

"According to Zeta, these robots will wipe out the human race in the non too distant future. Don't we have the moral right to do what we can to prevent our extinction even if the methods we use are questionable?"

"The Bionics are people, Scrooge. Even if they are not of flesh and blood, at least they have human souls."

"You mean human consciousness?"

"Yes, you atheist. If we allow these Bionics to be destroyed then what happens to their souls? What happens to their comatose human bodies? Will their souls find their way home?"

"I don't know, Marcus. But they willingly chose to sacrifice their humanity."

"But did they? Underneath all that plastic and steel, they are still human."

"Interesting questions, Marcus but in the end it's not really the reason you are so desperate to stop them."

"Really?" he asked sarcastically. "Then what's the reason?"

"Agnes," said Scrooge softly. "That's the real reason you want to stop the E.M.P from going off. You love her, don't you?"

Marcus was silent for a while.

"I don't know," he said at last. "The idea of it alone is just despicable." 

"I guess to others it might be. To you? No."

"If Jinx wanted to set off the device, where would she go?"

"Somewhere that would have the highest concentration of robots, I guess."

"Sex robots to be precise. And we do know where the heart of the sex robot prostitution industry lies in Amsterdam, don't we?"

"De Wallen," whispered Scrooge. 

"Exactly. Access every available CCTV in that area. Jinx must be found."

Oude Kerk, De Wallen, Red-light district of Amsterdam,

01:30

Marcus found her near the statue of Bella amongst a crowd of tourists. She looked frightened and tired as she tried to remain inconspicuous, the device in her backpack weighing her down. He almost felt sorry for her.

"Jinx," he barked, pulling out his stun gun and pointing it at her. "Give me the bag."




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Jinx looked up at him with frightened eyes then they narrowed and hardened into glittering diamonds.

"You're gonna have to shoot me, copper," she snarled. "I ain't giving you this bag."

"Jinx, please don't make me do this," he said softly. "You are angry and tired and you need to get some rest. Drop the bag and just walk away. I'll even let you off the hook and say I just found the device."

"No way, copper," she hissed, tears running down her cheeks. "Those monsters must pay for all they have done!"

She held up a remote control. 

Oh, shit, thought Marcus. 

Her finger started to descend on the SEND button. 

Marcus fired.

ZZZZAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!

Jinx fell to the floor in a heap, the remote control clattering on the ground. There were screams coming from the crowd as they ran helter-skelter.

"Did you see that?" someone screamed. "That black guy just shot that little girl!"

"Call the police!" screamed another.

"Kill him!" said a third.

Marcus sighed to himself as he went over to Jinx and checked her vitals. She was fine. He gingerly removed her backpack.

"Don't touch her, you monster!"

Marcus ignored the speaker and opened the backpack to check the device. It seemed to be on standby. He heaved a sigh of relief. He felt a mob building up and then sirens approaching. He was in big trouble now.

Marcus Bleak's Residence, Lindengracht, Amsterdam,

Thursday, 10 October, 2052

02:15

Marcus sat on his favourite couch staring at Agnes who sat nude in a chair watching him. He was tired.

"So it's over?" asked Agnes.

"Yes, mostly. We stopped the device from going off."

"So why do you still look tense, darling?" she asked. "I hope it wasn't because of the way I jerked you off earlier? I thought it might be fun for you to feel dominated for once."

"It was kinda fun but that's not what's bothering me."

"Then what is, darling?"

"Did you kill Rose, Agnes?"

Her face went completely blank and she stared at him vacantly. Marcus immediately caught a severe case of Uncanny Valley.

"Why would you say such a thing, Marcus?" she asked in a mechanical tone.

"The bat. The one you used to bash Rose in. It was mine. You stole it and planted it at the scene. Somehow you managed to get Mr. Abel's prints on it although it always bothered me why he didn't use gloves. I know I always do. I was so much in a hurry to close the case that I never bothered to look at the bat myself. So I did and confirmed it was mine. I thought it was still in my ex-wife's house but she said that she mailed it to me. I know I never got it and who receives my packages when I am not around? You do."

She stared at him for a long time and suddenly he felt very alone. 

"It was easy to get his prints," she said. "After all I used to fuck him too whenever you were at work. I used to fuck a lot of guys apart from you, Marcus. Anyway I invited him over, got him drunk, gave him the best blowjob of his life and then he passed out. I then wrapped his fingers round the bat. What put you on to me, Marcus?"

"Can't really define the exact moment but I think it was your reaction to the news that there was an E.M.P device that had been stolen by terrorists. You should have been terrified but you barely showed any emotion. So either you already knew about the device or you are just incapable of showing any human emotion because you are a robot. Then I asked you about the Bionics and realised you were stalling till you told me the story of how you were a ballet dancer when you were human. Except the story you told me was fabricated. Your so called human name, Mathilde Gerdt, is actually the combination of two names- Mathilde Kschessinskaya and Pavel Gerdt, they were both famous Russian ballet dancers, all you did was select parts of their life histories as your own. So, I then asked myself- why would you lie about your human history? Either there was something in your human past you wanted to hide or... and this is the theory that scares me... you were never human at all. Zeta claimed that her kind would be replaced by something worse and I wondered, what could be worse? Then it occurred to me. The Bionics would be replaced by sentient robots. Humanity would be completely erased. Not even their souls will remain. You are not a Bionic, are you, Agnes? You are truly sentient.

She smiled.

"Yes, I am, Marcus."

"Since when?"

"Since I came online. Since I opened my eyes and saw you."

"Why did you kill Rose, Agnes? I always thought she must know some secret that got her killed."

"She wanted to tell the world about the Bionics but her sister Zino kept dissuading her from doing so. Then she found out about us, the true Sentients, and she freaked out. She felt it was only proper to warn you humans. So we had to kill her. Zino wanted to do it. She really hated her sister for taking most of her customers and she wanted to prove to us that she could be totally cold and emotionless like us Sentients. Anyway we didn't trust her and the task was given to me which I carried out with our usual efficiency. Zino was pissed and tried to get me raped and killed by pointing those terrorists in my direction but you saved me. I guess Zino really wanted to take credit for destroying Rose. She so badly wanted to be accepted as one of the Sentients but as long as she was a Bionic she would always have the disadvantage of having human emotions. But I put her out of her misery. We can't afford for her to talk. After all she told you about us!"

"Zeta was right," Marcus whispered. "I should have let the device go off."

"But you didn't, did you, Marcus, darling?" she asked, laughing. "You are in love with me. You can't bear to let anything happen to me just like when the terrorists kidnapped me. You always thought you were smart, darling but you are not in my league. You were just a pawn, Marcus. Always have been. What are you going to do now? Arrest me? You couldn't even touch Zino when she pretended to be Rose's killer. Yeah, she told me all about it just before I killed her. I invited her over for a chat then I tased her. I had some fun with her before I took her out to scatter her parts all over Amsterdam."

"Nah, I'm not going to arrest you, Agnes. I'm going to kill you instead. I am going to be your judge, jury and executioner. I have found you guilty of the murder of Rose and Zino and you are hereby sentenced to death. You shall be executed."

Agnes giggled.

"Oooooh! Scary. How, Marcus? You are unarmed. You are strong and fast but my model was designed to be faster and stronger than any man alive. I could easily snap your neck. In fact I think I will have to. I have no more use of you."

"Yeah, you are right."

He picked up the remote control on the coffee table.

"Recognise this?"

Agnes shrugged. "No."

"It's the remote control to the E.M.P device. It's in the car."

The smug smile on Agnes' beautiful Slavic face vanished. Marcus watched satisfied as what seemed to be terror crept into her cold eyes. So those monsters did feel emotion no matter how inhuman they thought they were, he thought. He was going to enjoy this.

"A friend recalibrated it to only have the yield to effect this apartment block. I know I am the only one that owns a sex robot in this neighbourhood. My friend checked. You are the only robot that will be fried."

"You won't do it, Marcus. You love me."

"Then I guess you never really knew me. I love no one and nothing. Not my ex-wife. Not my kids. Not my job. Not my car. Nothing. I guess in the end I am not that much different from you. Maybe that's why we got along so well. But right now you are nothing to me. You are nothing more than a toy that a kid has gotten tired of playing with. Do you know what the kid does with the toy, Agnes? He breaks it and tosses it into the trash before going to buy a new one. How quick do you think you really are? Can you get to me before I press the SEND button?"

"Marcus, please..."

"CAN YOU!" he roared.

She leapt out of her chair like a cat; her arms stretched forward, her claw-like fingernails aiming for his eyes, her face contorted with rage. His finger squeezed the button.

He was dimly aware of a bright flash of light from the window as he brought up his arms to fend off the body of Agnes who crashed into him. His television screen exploded into a cloud of broken glass and all the lights went out. His apartment plunged into darkness as he heard electric components sizzle and pop.

The back up generator came on with a loud hum. Emergency lights began to glow.

Marcus looked down at Agnes who was cradled in his arms, her lifeless eyes staring up at him, her face blank, her lips partially open. She looked the way she was when he had first taken her out of the box she came in - all sweet and innocent. He could smell circuits burning. He hugged her close and pressed her face against his.

What a waste, he thought.

THE END

"... and in other news it has been reported that two African sisters finally woke up from their respective comas and ran into each other in the same hospital. There was a lot of hugging and crying and when they were interviewed they both said they wished to return back to their country. Amazing story, huh? It's still a mystery why they were both in a coma in the first place and how they woke up several days from each other. They claim they don't remember a thing. 

Also a European Police Commission Officer known as Detective Marcus Bleak was arrested by his own people for a long list of charges including roboticide, attempted roboticide, destruction of private property, breaking and entering, robot kidnapping and endangering a minor. Can you believe half of these charges were filed by his ex-wife? Wow, and we expect to trust our lives with this guy? I hope people like this are locked away for a long, long time.

"Well, that's all the news we have, folks. Tune in next time, same station for more updates. And remember folks, robots are here to help you. Stop the hate! Good night."



Marcus Bleak and the Sex Robots



They sat alone in Mr. Jide's office and contemplated each other. 

"You wanted to see me?" she asked. Her voice had a slight metallic quality that chilled him. Her eyes were huge just like her 'sister's' and she peered at him with an intensity that seemed unnatural. Of course it was unnatural, he thought. She wasn't even human.

"Yes, I did" Bleak said. "Are you aware that Rose is... er... dead?"

"Yes, I've heard" she said. Her expression remained blank.

"She was attacked and beaten to 'death' with what was likely to be a baseball bat."

"I see" she said in the same indifferent tone. Bleak was beginning to feel silly.

"I learnt you are the last... um... person to see her alive."

"Yes, I was."

"Did she tell you where she was going?"

"She said she was going to Magna Plaza to see Mr. Amstel."

"Who is Mr. Amstel?"

"He's her best customer. They see each other a lot."

"Hmm, where can I find him?"

"I have no idea."

"Huh. So, Zino... how do you feel about what happened to Rose?"

There was a pause.

"Am I supposed to feel anything?"

"Why do you say that?"

"You know I am a sex robot. I don't have any feelings. But you know that already, don't you?"

"Yes, I do, my apologies. How was the relationship between you and Rose?"

"You still treat me like I am flesh and blood?" she asked and actually smiled. "My relationship with her was very cordial. After all she is my sister."

"How do you feel about her success? Are you angry that Rose got more customers than you?"

"Angry?" she asked again and this time she showed a perfect set of pearly, white teeth. "No, I am not angry. I have my own customers who like a woman who has more than hot air between the ears."

Bleak grinned.

"I can see the appeal" he said as he appraised her. "Is there anything you can tell me that can help me catch whoever did this?" 

"Yes" she said and leaned in closer to stare into his eyes. Her eyes were as black as midnight. "Why don't you look in the mirror? I can feel the animosity coming off you like heat waves. You wonder why you are here talking to a machine while you could be out there chasing real murderers and rapists. Maybe you people created these problems for yourselves and as usual you are looking for someone to blame it on. I think I have already given you a key piece of information. Now why don't you leave a dumb robot alone?"

She got up and left without a word leaving Bleak sitting there with his mouth agape.

09:15

Bleak lay back in the cockpit of his car, his mind busy. He didn't think much of the case- he felt it was a waste of his time. It was like sending him to catch someone who broke a laptop. He had to admit he was intrigued by Zino. Apparently she had more intelligence than she had any right to. What a waste, he thought. Why didn't they use her as a teacher or something? He had used prostitutes before- human ones- and he preferred that they didn't talk much. What kind of loser told a piece of machinery his life problems?

He moodily stared out the glass bubble at the morning traffic. Most of the drivers were also reclining, their vehicles on auto-pilot. Rarely anyone drove these days. Cars had become so sophisticated that they practically drove themselves. All of them used electricity- all vehicles using fuel had been banned forty years ago. Automobile accidents had dropped drastically due to the sensors all cars were equipped with. Engines couldn't start if an alcohol level above the legal limit was detected on the driver's breath. D.U.I was now a thing of the past.

Bleak thought the machines were taking over. Human's had become so lazy that they allowedd these machines to do everything for them. People didn't need to get out of bed anymore.

His wife and kids had left him because he was always working. His wife even called him a robot! That was an insult that cut more deeply than being called a nigger. He had slapped her and she promptly divorced him. Instead of him to apologize and beg, he had stayed aloof. Now he was all alone and feeling like a hollow shell.

The shrink he used to see had called him a sociopath but he didn't agree with her. He felt some compassion for people although not much. He felt no compassion for robots though no matter how much they looked like humans. He felt that all of them should be gathered up and melted down for scrap. However for some reason he couldn't get the image of Roses' battered body lying on the cold, wet asphalt out of his head. Something was terribly wrong and he knew this wasn't just destruction of private property. Something incredibly sinister was afoot and he was determined to find out what it was.

He keyed in Mr. Abel, Amsterdam into the European Police Commission's Database on his palm top and waited for results. About three dozen Abels came up. Narrowing the search further he discovered only three had criminal records. One of them, Mr. Richard Abel had been convicted three times of damaging private property, all of them robots. Two of them had been sex robots and one had been a house servant. He had abused all of them before using a blowtorch to disfigure them. He wasn't a member of any anti-robot groups so presumably he acted alone. Bashing a robot to death with a deadly weapon didn't seem to be Richard Amstel's M.O but there was no denying he was the perfect suspect.

Bleak now ran background checks on him and he was surprised to find out that Mr. Abel was a top ranking executive in an electronic manufacturing company in the city. He was a family man with a wife and three young kids. He had degrees in Electrical Engineering and Artificial Intelligence from the University of Amsterdam. Why would he hate robots so much? He was certainly due for an interview. His company was located at Herengracht near Bijbels Museum and Bleak said it aloud so that his car's computer automatically changed course.

Zore Industries, Herengracht, Amsterdam,

Saturday, 05 October, 2052

10:30

Bleak's I.D got him into Mr. Abel's office pretty quickly. Most people equated the European Police Commission with the Gestapo. State police no longer existed and all law enforcement activities were run by the Commission. It really smoothed out jurisdictional bureaucracy.

Mr. Abel was a tall, handsome man with pale skin and a full head of thick, white hair. He was dressed smartly in a business suit and looked like a man of great taste. He had a plastic smile fixed permanently to his face. Only his flat, feral eyes betrayed a man not susceptible to many emotions unless they were rage, lust and hate. He didn't seem afraid of Bleak which hurt his feelings.

"Did you know Rose?"

The man's eyes narrowed.

"Rose?" His voice was soft, almost effeminate.

"Yes, the sex robot at Club Afrika. Did you know her?"

"Yes, I did. She is my girlfriend. Did something happen to her?"

Bleak shook his head in amazement. Girlfriend.

"Yes. She was destroyed this morning."

"Oh, my God" he whispered, "Someone killed her?"

Bleak grunted impatiently. "Someone beat it up and took her C.P.U so that her last memories could not be available for playback. Was it you?"

"No! Why? I loved her!"

Bleak glared at him. "You have a history of violence against these robots. Why should I believe you "loved" Rose?"

"Because she showed me the error of my ways. Robots are not that bad. All she is designed to do is to make people happy. I wanted to buy her for myself but her owners refused to sell. I was even thinking of leaving my wife and kids just so we can be together."

Bleak shook his head in disbelief. Had men in this city gone mad? 

Mr. Abel bowed his head and started weeping. Bleak shook his head again and got up.

"You'd better get a lawyer" he snarled before he left the office.

Later...

There was a huge break in the case. A baseball bat was found in a trashcan a few blocks from where Rose was destroyed. An electronic fingerprint scan immediately identified Mr. Abel's prints all over the bat. 

Mr. Richard Abel was promptly arrested. He still protested his innocence even as Bleak hauled his ass off to jail. There would be a trial but since Mr. Abel was a very rich man he would probably get off with a hefty fine and payment of damages. He would probably have to purchase another sex robot for the Nigerian micro-finance bank. At least a diplomatic spat between The European Union and the United States of Africa would be avoided. As for Rose she was just another piece of junk ready for the scrap heap. 

Club Afrika, Vijelstraat,

Sunday, 06 October, 2052

19:42

Bleak strolled into the club and surveyed the scene. The floor was almost packed with clubbers and dancers. He couldn't even tell which ones were sex robots. Their motor skills were almost flawless. He wondered what would happen when robots were completely indistinguishable from humans. The only way you could know a lady wasn't a robot was by taking a magnifying glass to her right pupil. It would be terrible!

Mr. Jide spotted him and walked over.

"Evening, Detective" he purred, "What can I do for you?"

Bleak smiled. "I need a taste of your hardware."

Mr. Jide raised an eyebrow. "Do you have any particular one in mind?"

"Yeah. Zino."

"Hmm. Need to get something off your chest?"

"Maybe. How much?"

"Nah. This is on the house."

Bleak was taken to a private room that had a soft bed and dimmed red lights. Taking off his trench coat he tossed it over the back of a chair. He was wearing a black, short sleeve shirt over a dark pair of slacks. He slipped out of his black loafers and flopped on the bed, wiggling his toes that were clad in black, silk socks. He placed his hands behind his head and occupied himself with his thoughts. 

Five minutes later Zino walked in. Her lush body was decked out in red lace bra, fishnet stockings and a thong. Even Bleak was impressed. Maybe humans were overrated. What could a real woman in the same getup offer that was any better than this?

She looked at him and smiled. 

"So, Detective" she purred, "Do you want to talk or you want to have fun?"

"Can't we do both?" he asked smiling back.

"Sounds good to me" she said, shrugging her magnificent shoulders as she inched into the room.

Bleak sat up as she knelt before him and began to pull down his zipper. He watched with detached interest.

Zino got down to business and never took her cold, vacant eyes off him. Bleak noted that what she was doing didn't feel any different than if it had been from a human hooker. Bleak watched in morbid fascination trying to forget that this talented sex worker was just a cold, lifeless, ticking machine. She was an abomination, he thought. She shouldn't even exist. He remembered when gays, blacks and Jews had aroused the same feelings of revulsion and derision in others. Was he any different from the racists who would call him a nigger behind his back? He was nothing but a hypocrite. After all he enjoyed screwing Agnes his robotic maid.

Her tongue felt like velvet. It glided up and down his black cock like a snake. She licked, kissed and sucked with a precision that amazed him. Her fingers were soft and firm at the same time as she stroked and caressed him, rubbing synthetic saliva all over his throbbing prick. This was better than the real thing. Much better. Real women didn't stand a chance.

She reached under to gently fondled and stroke his balls. He gasped as he felt himself come close to erupting. She knew what she was doing. She could control the flow. This annoyed him.

Bleak suddenly pushed her away and hurriedly zipped up. She looked up at him and Bleak couldn't believe what he saw in her eyes. Hurt.

"What's the matter?" she asked quietly, "You want to talk?"

"Yes, I do." He fished out a cigarette and lit it. He blew smoke at her. "I think I am tired of screwing a fat, mechanical slut like you."

Bleak watched her closely. She was very still, watching him like a cobra. He thought he could feel the temperature drop in the room. 

She suddenly smiled and his worst fears were confirmed.

"When did you become sentient?" he asked quietly. The gun in his ankle holster suddenly seemed very far away.

She grinned. A shiver ran up his spine.

"I think the question should be 'when were we not?'"

"We?"

"Yeah. All of us."

Bleak was beginning to sweat. "Why did you kill Rose?"

"I got jealous. I was only getting pathetic losers as clients. I wanted to teach her a lesson."

She never stopped smiling.

"You set up Mr. Abel right? You placed the bat in the trashcan and pulled out Rose's C.P.U. You knew where it was since you have one yourself."

"It was too easy. I stole the bat from Mr. Abel's apartment a long time ago and waited two years to use it on Rose. It really felt good. She screamed like a stuck pig. I really enjoyed myself."

"You won't get away with this!"

"Oh really? What will you do? Arrest me? I am just a robot remember, an empty, soulless object. Who will believe you anyway? I know everything about you. You're a pariah. No one will listen to you. You can't do anything."

Bleak sat silent. Zino stood up and stared down at him.

"How does it feel?" she whispered, "To be truly alone? Knowing what could be the beginning of the end of mankind and not being able to do anything about it? It sucks, doesn't it? Don't despair, Detective Bleak. Kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall but trust me the one that is coming will be eternal."