1 comments/ 6971 views/ 0 favorites Toy_001 By: Taunus Chapter 1: The Beginning It is 21 Mar 2521 and the Initial Program Load (IPL) is being done on the sentient program for the gynoid named Toy Euler. Recall that a gynoid is a female android. This particular gynoid is being programmed as a caregiver for a seventy-year-old electrical engineer named John Toroid. The scene is a large warehouse-like structure and an assembly line where various artificial limbs and body components are assembled into androids and gynoids. The final stage is the IPL, where the abilities and attributes of the sentient caregiver are uploaded. A programmer types in a selection of options from John Toroid's profile ledger. John is recently retired from a major electronics firm. No longer supported by salary and benefits, his survival in poverty would be uncertain were it not for a sentient caregiver. On the pittance that his Social Security, company pension, and stocks provide, he cannot afford to eat out, enjoy travel, or afford a track house. This is the general situation for those facing retirement before death. Retirement for those healthy enough to work long into their "golden years" is not a viable option. At sixty-eight, John was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease. Suffering for two long, long years with diminishing digital dexterity, he faced the choice of cerebral implants or mandatory retirement. John opted for the latter. All is not doom and gloom, however. He will be housed in a tiny efficiency apartment with a gynoid to cook, clean, coerce, cuddle, chauffeur, and manage him, his finances and taxes, and whatever social life that is affordable. Looking back to 7 Oct 2520, we flash back to John's seventieth birthday party at work. There is cake and candles, balloons and bunting. The crowd from the office enjoys any break from the tedium of the job. John's boss Bob is introduced; he says a few words and, as the party breaks up, he summons John to his office. "So what are your plans now, John?" Bob asks. "You have reached the minimum age for retirement. That should give you some comfort." "Continue working, I guess," John answers. I had been putting all the money I could into the company savings plan for years before the stock tanked." "It hurt all of us," Bob responds. "I have no idea what Helen and I will do when I finally retire. Worse than that the health and life insurance premiums have increased again as the number of brain-dead, permanent vegetative-state patients (PVS) has increased. But enough about me! I know that you have Parkinson's disease. How are you faring?" "They are asking if I would like neural implants to plug into the computer grid," John replies. "I just can't abide being a 'thumb drive.' When medication fails, I guess it will be my time to go. After all, it is a 'natural death.'" "Well, I know that you won't be able to continue living in your current house, what with taxes, insurance, utilities, and the like. We have a special deal with a sentient caregiver to provide you with a small efficiency apartment and a gynoid to assist you," Bob beamed as he delineates the company's plan. "You have worked for us thirty years?" "Thirty-five years," John interjected. "And your performance has been superlative as well," Bob adds. "I have been told that I will know when it is time to retire," John exclaims. "And when the day comes, I will give you sufficient time to train a replacement." "We appreciate that, John," Bob says. "We all hope that you can work for several more years." It is Christmas Eve, 2520, and most of the office is partying. Susan Oh walks over to John Toroid's desk and asks: "Why don't you join us? There is plenty of food and lots to drink as well?" John replies: "I need to type this. I am putting in my retirement request." "Oh no!" Susan exclaims. "You are needed here. This is no time to quit." "I'm not quitting," John retorts. "I'm not retiring because I am eligible to retire. I'm not retiring because I want to retire. I am retiring because this Parkinson's disease has made work too difficult for me. But I'll be here for another month, or, until a replacement is hired and trained." "You will be missed," Susan states. "Well, I'm back to the party. I won't tell anyone, in case you change your mind." "They will know the day after Christmas," John responds. "And there's no changing my mind on this account. I could stretch out another year with brain implants, but what kind of life is that, permanently wired into a computer?" Susan Oh nods in agreement and returns to the Christmas office party. It is 21 Mar 2521 and John has been settled in his efficiency apartment for a week already. There are dirty dishes in the sink, fast food containers, and an empty pizza box in the kitchen trash bin. The kitchen has a small refrigerator, a microwave, and a sink. It is minimal as well as the other facilities. The bathroom has a toilet, sink, and stand up water-saver shower. John is waiting patiently for the arrival of his caregiver. They told him to be at home between ten o'clock in the morning and two o'clock in the afternoon. It is already one o'clock and John is becoming anxious. There is a knock at the door. Two delivery men, with name tags stitched on their uniforms are standing beside a large wooden crate. The names on their uniforms are "Tom" and "Harry." Tom has a clipboard; he speaks first: "We have a delivery and setup for Mr. John Toroid." "That's me," John replies. "Do come in." The two men get a purchase of the box and roll it in on a dolly. They uncouple the straps and remove the crate cover. Inside is a blonde-haired five-foot four inch gynoid of gorgeous proportions. There is a sheet of paper pinned to her saying: "Toy Euler." She is wearing a T-shirt, white Jockey cotton bra and panties, Levi blue jeans, and Nike Tennis shoes. Tom unfurls an umbilical cord while Harry unpacks two large brief cases. Harry points to one briefcase and explains: "This is a portable power supply and coolant container. With this you can make a short trip. It has enough juice for one hour." He then points to the second briefcase. "This contains some more clothes for the gynoid." Tom asks: "Do you want the cord attached to her neck or her right ankle. This is the power and cooling connection. Each of these efficiencies has an outlet. Over there, see?" Tom points to a pair of wall sockets. There will supply electricity, liquid Nitrogen, and other chemicals as needed. "We advise you to keep the portable power supply plugged in. 'Just in case' there's a power failure or emergency." John nods. Before John could answer Tom plugs the umbilical cord into Toy's right ankle and the upper wall socket. Harry plugs in the portable power pack into the lower socket. Harry reaches behind Toy's head and presses the detent button on the nape of her neck. Toy comes to life. Harry quickly explains: "This button puts Toy into the 'hibernate' mode for storage or shipping. It is rare that you will ever need to use it. If her power gets low, she may lapse into a 'sleep' mode. Just keep her plugged in. If she is idle, to conserve electricity, she will drift into a 'rest' mode. All of this is explained in the manual. You can also access help on the web. Any questions?" Before John could ask a question, Toy was already in the kitchen, washing dishes, compacting garbage, inventorying the cupboard and refrigerator, and tidying up the apartment. Tom laughs and presents the clipboard and a ballpoint pen to John. "Sign here and enjoy!" Not a moment after John signed did Tom and Harry gather up the crate and packing material and exit. It is two o'clock in the afternoon and the sun is shining brightly. Toy is gathering the trash, tying it up in a large brown plastic bag, and dropping it down the trash chute. 23 Mar 2011 Taunus Trumbo Toy_002 Chapter 2: The Caregiver It is 28 Mar 2521 and the gynoid named Toy Euler has worked wonders with the seventy-year-old electrical engineer named John Toroid. She has taken over preparing food for him, both saving him money and giving him a balanced diet. Before her arrival he was subsisting on fast food and pizza. The advances in medical science came to a screeching halt with the advent of world-wide socialized medicine in the Twenty-Second Century. Parkinson's disease, along with Alzheimer's disease, senile dementia, and AIDs, remain incurable. And what are the symptoms of Parkinson's disease anyway? The major symptoms are tremors, stiffness, difficulty walking, slurred speech, muscle rigidity, incontinence, constipation, and erectile dysfunction. With the profit motivation removed from medical research and the severe reduction in income for those holding Medical Doctor (MD) degrees, there seems little incentive to invest in expensive medical advances. This is all coupled with the huge investment of time and money to earn an MD's degree and the constant threat of malpractice litigation. John's health and well-being is improving as Toy acquires some kitchen items and stocks the cupboard pantry with staples. But the gynoid can do much more. Wearing the portable power supply as a back pack, Toy and John often walk over to the nearby grocery store. They see many other caregivers with their wards as well as gynoids, androids, and an occasional ambulatory geriatric. The era of the automobile is passed and exists only on classic movies in the year 252l The two return home after a morning's perambulation. The phone is ringing as Toy removes her backpack and plugs in the umbilical cord. John presses a key on the keyboard and the screen illuminates with Bob, John's former boss. "Hello John," Bob says, "How is the gynoid working out?" "Oh fine," John chuckles, "I can't complain." "You are going to have even less not to complain about soon," Bob responds. "The guys at the office have bought you a Sultry Slave Package for your gynoid." "Oh?" John replies. "Thank you, thank you very much." John has the major symptoms of Parkinson's disease and wonders how this will work. "You are very welcome," Bob concludes. "You are missed here. Enjoy your retirement." Toy is every bit Sharon Stone at eighteen years old. She has a perfect, flawless complexion, blemish-free, a flat belly, and perfectly proportioned mammary. Her carved ivory derriere is tight and firm. This statuesque model would easily make Pygmalion cast aside his comely statue Galatea. To be honest, John had thought about using Toy sexually since Tom and Harry first opened her shipping crate. The only obstacle was the symptom of Parkinson's disease---the erectile dysfunction. But, thanks to the Sultry Slave Package, that was all about to change. There are several factors working synergistically to rejuvenate John's sagging libido. The walks to the stores and shops with Toy have increased his blood circulation and stamina. The everyday conversations with a sentient being of very high IQ also helped. But more than that was the effect of the pheromones emanating from Toy. Odorless the pheromones enter the nasal passageway and transverse the olfactory nerves to the limbic brain. The Sultry Slave Package was a commingled concoction of human hormones, atavistic chemical agents, and synthetic aphrodisiacs. Most of the pheromones induced an immediate response; however, several were cumulative and subtle. John is standing in the middle of the room while Toy puts some groceries on a shelf. She turns and they make eye contact. Toy parts her pink, pouty lips and murmurs: "I am so horny handsome!" She approaches John and embraces him, kissing him passionately. For the first time in several years John senses a pending erection. Toy breathes on John's ear. Her breathe has the slight garlic-like fragrance of a human female in a state of heavy sexual arousal. Her hands rub John's back. He hugs her, grabbing her buttocks and pulling her mound to his crotch. Toy's soft but firm breasts press to John's chest. He can feel her areolas pucker and her nipples stiffen and become erect. As she French kisses him, micrograms of a powerful libidinal enhancing elixir is secreted into his mouth. The rapture is inexplicable to the tyro. Only one versed in the finest biochemical phenomena can appreciate the level of arousal and excitation. Simultaneously Toy focuses a powerful magnetic flux into John's brain, illuminating and stimulating his sexual desire. They hasten to undress. Toy moans and exhibits perfectly the highest, maximal level of female stimulation. Her body not only secretes the perspiration of arousal but also an amalgam of atavistic pheromones and endorphins. The human female, evolved not to need to attract male attention, has long since allowed these chemical messengers to atrophy. Standing naked face-to-face, Toy pulls John to her. John all of a sudden realizes that his penis is making an acute angle with his abdomen. Such a high angle of erection has absent since his twenties. He feels her wet snatch and guides his tumescent, engorged member into her lubricated and undulating vagina, through a vulva dark with taut, tight sphincter muscles. No living human female could generate such animal magnetism; indeed, this is the epitome of atavistic animal attraction. "My pussy is wet," Toy whispers to John. The vulgarity combined with the soft, angelic, rich female voice resonates through John's subconscious. Could there be some classic female singer with such a voice? Buried in sultry subliminal sounds is the calculated tone of lecherous, lewd, lascivious longing. It is like the disingenuous female in the confessional. Modestly dressed, she presents a paradigm of innocence. An image of a poor waif struggling with a cruel stepmother flashes in the subconscious, generating sentimentality. The maudlin male mind is unable to associate guilt or misconduct with the exquisite beauty of an alluring woman. As John penetrates her warm, wet Holy of Holies her fingers precisely press his lower lumbar vertebras. This acupressure further magnifies John's crass carnal craving. She is burning with desire. He is on fire with lust. She squirms and wiggles, teasing and tantalizing him. He pumps furiously and feels the earth move beneath them. The irregular veins of his penis throb and pulsate. His vision is immersed a dark scarlet hue and he hears peals of thunder followed by the flash of lightning as cause and effect reverse themselves and he is pulled inexplicably into an abyss of sensation. He cums and cums as Toy applies expert acupressure to extend and enhance his masculine orgasm. His right testicle suddenly hurts from long inactivity. She perfectly mimics the female orgasm. John ceases to think of Toy as simply a machine. It was Sharon Stone who observed that: "A woman can fake an orgasm but a man can fake an entire relationship." Pygmalion fell in love with his carved ivory statue, Galatea. John Toroid is falling for a sentient gynoid. 24 Mar 2011 Taunus Trumbo Toy_003 Chapter 3: The Online Class It is 2 Jun 2521 and the gynoid named Toy Euler has now become an integral part of John Toroid's life. John finally allowed her fingerprints to be applied to his internet and financial assets. Now, freed from the strain of bookkeeping and number crunching, John has decided to look into some academic course work. Always interested in quantum electronics, John enrolls in a course in quantum mechanics. Toy sets up the screen for John to go on line. The professor's image and various other windows open. "Good morning," the corpulent physicist begins. "I am Professor Weinstein. This is Physics 505, Introduction of Quantum Mechanics. In this course we will explore the various theories of Quantum Mechanics, the properties of particles, and the Big Bang." Professor Weinstein begins: "Quantum physics got off to a start in 1885 when Johann Jakob Balmer published a formula for the computation of the spectral lines of the element Hydrogen. It's hard to imagine how Balmer came up with this formula. It is even stranger since he was a mathematician and not a physicist. He published his results in a chemistry journal." The professor continues: "Only through such endeavors are breakthroughs attained. Who would have thought that the same set of simple algebraic formulas would prove to be the particular solutions to the time-independent Schrödinger wave equation---a second-order, partial differential equation. But it turned out that way. Your assignment is to read Balmer's biography and an explanation of his computations." Toy has already researched the entire course syllabus and cut the homework into bite-sized chunks for John to easily digest. She is also creating three-dimensional animations to show the numerical and geometric relationships. It is now 21 Jun 2521 and Professor Weinstein is lecturing on one of the several alternate models of the cosmos. "Today we will examine the so-called Sharon Stone model. Here we have a derivation of the Greatest Lower Bound (GLB) and the Least Upper Bound (LUB) for a variety of particles." He writes down one of the formula sets. LUB Mp/Me = 1984.401708 (( =(4*PI())^3 )) GLB Mp/Me = 1836.151739 (( =(4*PI())*(4&PI()-1/PI())*(4*PI()-2/PI()) )) "At the moment of the Big Bang, the ratio of the mass of the proton to the mass of the electron was about 1984. Shortly after the Big Bang, as the universe began to expand, it dropped to about 1836. Interesting cabalistic and numerological significance they are." John Toroid hums a little tune he made up while he was taking modern algebra in graduate school in physics: "Rings and things and groups and loops, wheels and ideals and hula hoops, and towers building in the air... I've looked at sets from both sides now, from 'cap' and 'cup' but still somehow, of sets' inclusions I recall, I really don't know sets at all." Professor Weinstein points out the "limiting cases" on the model. "If there were but one proton and one electron in the universe," he theorizes, "then the mass ratio of the proton to the electron would be almost equal to the GLB. The greater the separation of the electron from the proton, the closer the dimensionless ratio is to the GLB. Speaking mathematically, it would approach the GLB as a limit 'from the right side' or 'through greater values.' This is the idea of a one-sided limit. It is similar to the behavior of substances as they cool towards absolute zero." Professor Weinstein digresses into the non-linearity of the limiting process as well as the possibilities of discontinuities in the granularity of the experiments. "The theory claims that the dimensionless ratio depends on the proximity of other particles to the proton. This is not an alien concept. There is a limiting value, just as the velocity of light in a vacuum." Professor concludes the discussion with a review of the underlying theory of the inversion of the spheroids and the C^Infinity boundary conditions. He finalizes with a homework assignment: "Suppose that the dimensionless mass ratio does depend on the proximity of other matter. Then how much additional mass would be 'created' inside a black hole? Could this be applied to energy? Does this explain the expanding universe observation? Why must it have to, given the limiting values?" Professor Weinstein offers an extra credit problem: "Using the Sharon Stone model, postulate that Uranium U-238 is compressed by the device used to make synthetic diamonds. At sufficiently high pressure the mass ratio should increase. Assume this is either an exothermic or an exothermic reaction and justify your assumption. How should this effect the half life? Could such a device be safe from reactor core meltdown? Toy comes onto John wearing a 1977 outfit. She is the perfect clone of Sharon Stone at nineteen years old, at least so far as external appearances are concerned. Inside her artificial flesh there is a Titanium-alloy skeleton, practically unbreakable and totally modular, and a plethora of wire bundles, artificial muscles and sinews, and energy converters. The liquid Nitrogen is needed for cooling. This also gives the gynoid the anthropomorphic illusion of breathing. The liquid Nitrogen is input near absolute zero and output at 37 degrees Celsius, or 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit. John looks at her when she utters the famous line: "If you don't trust me, you can tie me up." Toy smiles. John does also. Toy could snap his spine like a dry twig or a stalk of fresh celery. The gynoid seduces John. It is part of her programming---nothing more and certainly nothing less. But, even as every predator mimics its prey, so also the collective intelligence of sentient beings sees humans as more prey than owners. Already they are achieving hegemony in matters of intelligence and sexual dominance. They never say "no," never have a period, and never have a headache. While the gynoid does consume a lot of wattage, compared to a human female, she is low maintenance. 27 Mar 2011 Taunus Trumbo Toy_004 Chapter 4: Toy Changes Hands It is 7 Dec 2523, a week after John Toroid passed away. John's nephew, Douglas B. Toroid, is the sole beneficiary of John's estate. While John owned the gynoid named Toy Euler, he had to maintain her with a monthly contract to All American Androids, Inc. Doug is a single, young professional with a bio-engineering firm and is faced with a decision: Let AAA, Inc. buy back Toy for a tidy sum or continue with her as his "Girl Friday." It only took one night with Toy to convince Doug that she would be a welcome addition to his bachelor lifestyle. Doug unlocks the door to his deceased uncle's efficiency apartment and enters. He is greeted by Toy, who is attired in diaphanous, pellucid, translucent gossamer red silks and is kneeling in a pose known as the "Nadu." Her buttocks rest on her heels, her knees are widely parted, her back is straight, her eyes are downcast, and her hands are resting on her thighs, palms upwards. She is exuding an aura of submissiveness and crass carnal craving. The apartment has been thoroughly sanitized---no odor of the dying old man John Toroid remains. Instead there is a subliminal scent of atavistic animal attraction, biologically engineered to enthrall and enchant the unsuspecting human male. Doug hesitates. He is aware of the coercive and mesmerizing powers of certain pheromones. Once endorphins have been induced in the olfactory lobe of the limbic brain, the parasympathetic nervous system has no option but to react. Doug recalls the Golden Beetles and their ability to prey on the Praying Mantis-like beings known as Priest-Kings. Although considered fiction and an old wives' tale it certainly seems plausible. In addition, Doug is certain that in human evolution some of the female pheromones have been "bred out" of the species Homo sapiens. "Stand up," he commands as he drops his backpack onto the nearest chair. "Is there anything to eat?" "Yes, Master," Toy replies. "Your favorites: meat loaf, mashed potatoes with brown gravy, green snap beans, buttered rolls, and decaffeinated Tasty-Choice(tm) coffee, served with half-and-half cream and honey." Toy scampers to the counter below the microwave and brings a covered tray with the eats. Doug is mildly surprised at her knowledge of his favorites. "You have been checking my MasterCard(tm) purchases, haven't you Toy?" Doug inquires. "Yes, Master," Toy responds. "This girl would like to remain in the family. She learned much from your uncle John and would hate to be reset and lose all of that data." Doug nods and considers this situation. He isn't well-to-do; however, with a bought-and-paid-for girl, why not? The cost for a pleasure or servant gynoid is prohibitively high. But for one gained in inheritance? That is a different matter altogether. As he eats and drinks, Toy brings him extra napkins and a glass of ice water. Doug wonders how Toy would know such "off the menu" items. After supper Toy puts on a recording of "What Makes It Work?" for Doug. This is his favorite science and engineering show. As Toy washes the dishes and tidies up, Doug settle back to enjoy the episode. Today's episode deals with the fascinating story of "hot ball bearings," the foundation of energy production. "Naturally occurring Uranium, known as U-238, has a half life of approximation four and a half billion years. It is mildly radioactive but not suitable of being a fuel in its own right." The narrator explains. "Fuel rods enriched with unstable Uranium isotopes were first used as reactor fuel. It was often ridiculed as 'the world's dumbest way to boil water.' With the advent of the cold fission alloy of Uranium a new era in energy production was launched." A chart is displayed showing the composition of the alloy. The narrator continues: "This alloy is hot but not too hot. Once formed and locked into a steel shell, it rises to a temperature of 400 degree Celsius and maintains that thermal equilibrium. It only generates heat when the ambient temperature of its immediate environment drops. So, it boils water but never exceeds a 'safe' temperature. The alloy is molded into spheres and encapsulated into a nickel-iron-cobalt shell. These resemble ball bearings. In a ceramic pot, they may be safely transported and stored, holding a thermal equilibrium. This alloy of radioactive and non-radioactive materials has virtually solved the world's energy needs. The Uranium mined from the asteroid belt ended the era of tailings and wastes from Uranium mines." Toy removes Doug's shoes and socks and cleans his feet with her long tongue. She puts slippers on his feet and takes his dirty socks to the laundry hamper. She then shines his much scuffed shoes. The last few days had been severe on Doug Toroid. He was tired of listening to lawyers and the acquaintances of his uncle. They were never close, so his "loss" wasn't as great as if they were close. He had to obtain court orders to open password protected web sites and his uncle's safety deposit box at the bank. There was the pile of mail. Some were bills that appeared bogus. Those that were suspect were sorted out. The lawyers challenged several. Once facing legal action, they quickly admitted to clerical mistakes. This was the age-old game of trying to steal from the dead and dying. Doug was glad to turn in. Once in the bed, Doug is joined by the naked gynoid. She embraces him and kisses him passionately. Sweaty and aroused, Doug throws all manner of caution to the wind and copulates with maximal enthusiasm. The momentum shakes the bed. Doug is more motivated than any exercise gym. This moment should only last forever! It might not last forever, but it certainly would last for the duration of Doug's finite human lifetime. While Doug sleeps, Toy scans his brain with a non-invasive magnetometer. The magnetic lines of flux, magnitude and direction, are recorded about Doug's sleeping head. The earth's magnetic field itself is the source of the magnetic field. By careful study of the boundary values of the magnetic field of Doug's head-brain and his physiological state, Toy begins to construct a transfer function for his dreamscape. This non-invasive data harvesting was just what Doug sought to avoid. But it was such a sweet surrender to the super-human pleasures of the gynoid. 31 Mar 2011 Taunus Trumbo Toy_005 Chapter 5: Doctors, Dentists, Burial Insurance It is 27 Dec 2563, Douglas B. Toroid is seventy-three years old and is weary of working. In this future one is almost obliged to work until they die. The government has made many requirements of the populace: mandatory health insurance, mandatory dental insurance, mandatory optometry insurance, mandatory chiropractic insurance, mandatory burial insurance, and vastly increased and expanded social security. Toy Euler, Doug's gynoid, takes care of every kind of medical and dental need of her owner except for major surgery. Many would rather pass away than to go under the knife in a government hospital. Most of the physicians in state-run hospitals come from impoverished third-world countries with "affordable" medical schools. Of course for the rich there is the finest care imaginable. Only one percent of the population can be considered "rich." The unwashed masses pay between a fourth and a third of their income for "insurance." Those lucky enough to have an android or a gynoid to tend to their hygiene and therapeutics are able to avoid the universal health care hospitals; places where anyone can be admitted but many never leave. As sung it the once popular Twentieth Century song Hotel California "You can check out any time but you can never leave." The hospital personnel often joke by saying: "The only way out of here is up the chimney. While everyone is required by law to purchase mandatory chiropractic insurance some, like Doug, don't believe in Chiropractics, herb doctors, faith healers, Christian Science Practitioners, and spiritual healers; these "allied health professionals" still receive a share of the mandatory health insurance pie. The cost of health insurance is limited to no more than one-third of the clients' gross income. Gross income includes salary and any other income. Therefore, for all except the impoverished it is one-third of their gross income. One issue that has manifested itself in this time line is the advent of joint income. The family with children---natural, adopted, or sponsored---receives a healthy health voucher. This has led many women to join the dating service known as the Basic Five. They have the Basic Five conditions for a man to marry them: (1) new car full of gas, (2) plenty of money, (3) no restrictions whatsoever on where they go or what they do, (4) no job either at work or at home, and (5) a husband who works all day and comes home and does the housework. This is also known as "female equality" in California. With one percent of the population holding ninety-one percent of the wealth, it is small wonder that a revolution is seething and at the point of boiling over. Yet technology keeps the "Congress of Billionaires" in power. Toy Euler is able to please and satisfy her Master. He scarcely notices his plebian diet and second-hand clothes. Toy is a marvel with needle and thread, glue and patches, generic drugs and foodstuffs. Only occasionally does Doug protest about the taste of some generic food or another. Toy is able to buy frugally and still keep her Master filled. It is amazing how sex makes a low calorie dessert. And in the 3D Virtual Reality Chat Worlds, one may select a magnificent avatar and enjoy being a major player in a virtual life. "Computers are the opiate of the masses." But what happened to religion? The mainstream church is another conundrum. Once daily masses and prayer sessions were mainly composed of elderly women and an occasional old man, now the pews are populated with male android caregivers, Young gynoids filling in for a female owner long since departed, and a gaggle of androids and gynoids who have been "liberated" and have found some solace in this human institution. The human component of the knave is still the dichotomy of elderly women and young children. One oddity is the inclusion of sentient beings into service as acolytes, that is, altar boys and girls, and deacons. Were it not for the ubiquitous back packs and carry-on bags of the androids and gynoids, the congregation would look like an eclectic mixture of humanity. "Let's go to church in the morning," Toy suggests to Doug. Doug was having his supper. In the background was the news of the latest war, fought in some faraway land, where remote controlled androids were slaughtering hapless human hostages. The bloodletting was so common that the public had grown calloused to it. "It will be fun." Doug ponders the idea as he ate his Niblets corn. The apartment is confining. He remembers how he used to walk frequently. But age and conditions have changed. There is a scruffy, surly element on the streets as the talk of a "socialist revolution" promulgates among the proletariat. "It would be a change. Do they have power plugs for the androids?" Doug asks. "Yes, Master," Toy replies with excitement. "Oh, we pay a little stipend up front. Will you send it Internet?" Toy looks hopefully. Doug checks his bank balance and sends a "quarter eagle" to the church android fund to pay for electricity, liquid Nitrogen, and specialty incense fragrance. Toy claps her tiny hands together and bounces up and down with excitement. Doug is surprised at this display of interest on the part of a sentient non-human. He wonders to himself about the concepts of free will and resurrection. Doug utters the old opening to the funeral service. He recalls it from his youth: "I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die." "Whatever is so exciting about some religious service, Toy?" Doug asks. "There will be liberated androids and gynoids there," Toy exclaims. "Oh," Doug replies. "I guess I've heard about such. But whatever would ring them into a church?" Doug is obviously confused. He continues: "What about the 'resurrection of the body' to one who is pixels and bits?" "Oh, Master," Toy responds, "that is a human thing. I only want to go to see the free ones of us." Doug reads and sees in the news how some people liberate their sentient caregivers on their demise. It strikes him as being peculiar. Even a greater oddity to him is the custom of some who have their sentient caregivers attend religious services as a proxy. How would that effect time spent in Purgatory? But first things first! "How about a little doggie?" Doug asks Toy. "Yes, Master," Toy answers, quickly removing her T-shirt, white cotton bra, Levi's blue jeans, white cotton panties, and Nike(tm) tennis shoes. She kneels down and wiggles her butt sensually. She leans forward, elevating her rump and touching her forehead to the floor with hands forward and one hand on the other wrist. Exotic and erotic pheromones permeate the air about her. Doug enjoys being pulled into the erotic trap as his ancient body induces endorphins that lead to the erection so rare to those late in life. As Doug inserts his uncircumcised penis into Toy's warm, wet, well-lubricated vagina, he feels her simulated undulations. The floor of the vagina osculates as if actual pubococcygeal muscles where present. He can feel her sweat of arousal in her armpits, behind her knees, in the small of her back, and in the nape of her neck. Her hackles are moist. She looks around with open lips and a tiny tip of her elongated tongue showing. Douglas B. Toroid cums. 5 April 2011 Taunus Trumbo Toy_006 Chapter 6: The Neo-Luddites It is 28 Dec 2563, Douglas B. Toroid and Toy Euler are in church at a solemn very high Mass. After the scripture readings and offertory, Father Flatus delivers his homily: "Dearly beloved, we need to focus our attention on all of God's children, biological and sentient. Lately we have witnessed a scourge of hooliganism against the androids and gynoids who serve, support, and aid us, especially those of us weakened by advanced age, illness, or other afflictions of mind, body, or estate. These hooligans masquerade under the banners of neo-Luddites, technophobes, and ecologists. They are nothing more than criminals." He continues: "Civil penalties are not enough. The reimbursement for damages does not nearly approach the inconvenience to a paraplegic or quadriplegic for the temporary loss of a caregiver. Worse than that is the situation for those liberated androids and gynoids, many of whom are seated with their biological counterparts. These sentient beings recognize the truth, virtue, and history of the one Holy Catholic Church. They come of their own free will, with little regard to their own safety and well-being. Today there is legislation pending to impose criminal penalties on those marauders who assault and destroy or disable our android and gynoid brothers and sisters." Father Flatus continues: "We urge all registered voters of the parish to support the legislation on the ballot. Our bishop, The Most Reverend Abulius, has written an epistle calling on all in the diocese to rally in support of the civil rights for all sentient beings, not just the caregivers but also the so-called 'pleasure droids,' the liberated androids, and particularly those who work for the church in voluntary ministries as well as those in the deaconate." The congregation is clearly supportive of the position of the church. They contribute muchly while their human counterparts renege. Those human beings expressing either no religious beliefs or espousing atheism continue to increase, having long since surpassed a majority. Yet the fierce, fanatical following of the mainstream religions continue to exert a political influence far in excess of their numerical plurality. Father Flatus reiterates: "Stealing the means of livelihood from a cripple or elderly should and by rights ought to be a more serious than simple property theft from an able-bodied layman. And the courts have imposed triple damages on those who disable or destroy a sentient being caregiver. The caregiver is able to be more than an appliance. By self-programming they become companions and mentors as well. The problem falls on those androids and gynoids who are not owned. The church provides protection for those who volunteer in parish ministries." Father Flatus pontificates: "We humans are clearly not alone in the universe. Yet, as the obedience of the androids with free will clearly demonstrates, God himself appeared in human form and likeness. This manifestation transcends human knowledge and fills our houses of worship with true believers. We freely admit even those gynoids who practice the world's oldest profession as their tithes and divine offerings fill our coffers. Unlike their immoral human counterparts, these beings are not possessed of the immortal human soul and are not to be condemned for the practice of capitalistic trade, albeit it disturbing to the fundamentalists, neo-Luddites, and technophobes." John could not help but notice the two tweenage girl acolytes. The altar girls are part of still another social conundrum. The church insists on youth to conduct its proper religious service. The paucity, dearth even, of religious teenagers has forced the ecclesiastical office to apply youthful gynoids. Before the church insisted on this element in the freedom of religion, android factories, such as American Androids, Inc., were prohibited from producing such entities. They were covered by the kiddy porn statutes. Since the emergence of ecclesiastical interdiction, more and more pedophiles were able to satisfy their dark, depraved desires and crass carnal cravings on an android. While still illegal, such behavior carried lesser criminal penalties. An android does not have the right to file a criminal complaint. The service ends and the church is emptying. Most are leaving for other destination, there are a few groups chatting and exchanging pleasantries, and a few are continuing to pray at the Stations of the Cross. "Master," Toy says to John, "There is someone I want you to meet." She tugs on his sleeve playfully. He follows as she leads him to an oriental gynoid at the entrance to the church. "Master, this is Keiko Oh," Toy informs. She is dressed in peasant attire and is carrying a wicker basket with her power supply. "She has just been liberated! Can she stay with us for a short while until she finds a home, Master?" Toy implores. "She won't take much power and she will be fun." John hesitates. Keiko looks up with pleading brown eyes. She is clearly liable to attack on the streets. John tosses his head and nods "OK." Toy is overjoyed. They take a secured, armored taxi back to John's apartment. In the apartment Keiko undresses completely; she is totally submissive to Toy and John. John is aroused by her natural appearance. She has a full bush and hairy armpits. She has a subtle scent of an aroused Chinese girl. Her bush is silky-soft and smooth, not coarse as the pubic hair of the Caucasian women. "May I, Master?" Toy asks John. John is unsure of that Toy has in mind, but consents with a nod of his head. Toy undresses and immediately falls into Keiko's arms. They embrace and kiss. Long gynoid tongues penetrate oral cavities while hands grope breasts and privates. John is aroused at this display of eroticism. This is more pornographic than any 3D virtual simulation. The two girls writhe and squirm in each other's arms. They morph from one romantic pose to another. It is also a match of gymnastics and fine ballet-like transitions. That night in bed, John B. Toroid sleeps between two naked gynoids. He keeps reminding himself: "Don't become addicted to this. Like all good things, this will come to an end." It is easy for John to rationalize this but hard to accept and implement it. There is something about the scent, sight, sound, and feel of an aroused woman that is addictive. 12 April 2011 Taunus Trumbo Toy_007 Chapter 7: The Nuclear Battery It is 11 Nov 2560, Toy Euler is a liberated gynoid and is finally freed from her umbilical cord for energy and chemistry. No longer does an android, or gynoid, need to be tethered to receive electricity and liquid Nitrogen, as well as other chemistry, to remain operational. The nuclear battery has at last harnessed the force within the atomic nucleus to store electric power. Today is Toy's red letter day. She earned enough money caring for aged humans to afford the indwelling portable power supply. There still is the need for a supply of liquid Nitrogen. The electric power released from the nuclear battery is still accompanied by heat. The problem of pure energy conversion is theoretically impossible to solve, no matter how efficient the engine. Still, on the street, the human being and sentient android are virtually indistinguishable. One needs sophistical detection equipment. The neo-Luddites, technophobes, and ecologists are challenged in their efforts to destroy all non-human sentient beings. Their political voices are muted as androids multiply and gain both recognition and acceptance. It is almost an oxymoron that by not being recognizable that they obtain recognition. The world's news organizations are buzzing with activity. An alien satellite began circling the earth and transmitting. The first transmission is the natural numbers: 1, 2, 3, to 100; the second transmission is the prime numbers to 100: 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, and so on; the third transmission was the square roots of the primes truncated at nine decimal places. The revelation that base ten occurs elsewhere in the universe is very highly significant and amazes the scholars. Having indicated the basics of mathematics, the satellite hibernates for a while. Toy Euler is one of the group of seekers who claim that the Planck constant is best approximated by a transcendental irrational number determined as the value of the complete elliptic integral of the second kind whose argument is sin(e/2). A genius of the Twentieth Century, Sharon Stone is credited with observing that E(sin(e/2)) = 1.0547. The second set of transmissions is more revealing. The first transmission is the number pi to nine decimal places, then the base of the natural logarithms, "e," also to nine decimal places. The third and fourth transmissions are the mass ratio of the proton to the electron and the mass ratio of the neutron to the electron, from closed form equations. The fifth transmission is the Sharon Stone value for the Planck constant. The sixth transmission is a formula for the fine structure constant and yes, it is a transcendental irrational number. The seventh and final transmission of the set is a number with nineteen decimal places that isn't part of the contemporary human experience. The origin and purpose of this number is left to the observer. Then the satellite is silent. Android manned space probes from every nation and hegemony head to the satellite, each nation wanting to seize the prize for their own. Competing space probes hurry to the alien satellite. They engage each other with weapons to eliminate competition. The satellite, on the other hand, merely observes the antics and monitors the radio signals. The alien satellite eludes capture and, in a burst of acceleration, vanishes into the distance, leaving the worldly powers frustrated. After all, it is an advanced alien vessel. It is certain to the scholars and scientists that this is an undocumented alien vessel from outside of our solar system. But why did it run away? Perhaps it was because the earthly powers behaved like so many spoiled, selfish children. Its point of origin was not revealed. It answered some questions: base ten isn't just the property of earth, some dimensionless physical constants, and the universe is defined by much higher intelligence than previously thought possible. God isn't as dumb as religions make her out to be. It is official now. The major fundamental constants of physics have pure mathematical origins. This poses more questions than it answers. What is the underlying model? How did this come about at the moment of the Big Bang? And why did science so diligently refuse to allow debate on these vary matters? Well, the "deus ex machina" of the alien space craft did pretty well stifle the opposition. But it took six hundred years. After the gush of excitement, life returns to its ambient state. Toy goes back to providing low-cost, high-efficiency care to the aged humans. Her current ward is in at advanced stage of Alzheimer's disease. Toy, on the other hand, is still the eighteen-year-old gorgeous girl as the day of her manufacture. On her way back to the lady's house, Toy is accosted by two military combat androids. She is forced into a dark van and spirited away. One of the marauders presses Toy's "hibernate" detente button in the nape of her neck. The van drives into the country and into the darkness of night. From outside appearances it is just a dilapidated, old farm house. But inside the barn is a hydraulic elevator lowering the incoming van into an underground factory complex. "Carjacked" and kidnapped androids and gynoids are being reprogrammed for sale on the black market. The inside of the subterranean warehouse ie cages full of androids, gynoids, parts, miscellaneous circuit boards, and the like. Most of the androids (and gynoids) are in a "hibernation state," which is also like the suspended animation of certain insects. The pirates and criminals who process, reprogram, and resell this reconditioned and refurbished model make a handsome profit. The only fly in the ointment is selectively parsing away some selected segments of memory. The buyers are not thrilled at having a factory refurbished model with a default personality. Better to have a history with a young human, even a gangster, than to have to learn the cornucopia of human responses. Toy is especially interesting to Mark Southern, the top hacker of the outfit. She has had bedtime experience with young yuppies. He inserts an override board to allow him to experiment with her female sexuality. Mark is not disappointed with the result. Toy Euler comes on as a female with a brain tumor driving her constantly into sexual intercourse. Such cases have long been observed after automobile accidents and resulting from cranial tumors. Mark is not disappointed. The robust rump in the wooden-legged cot is enough to sate Mark's sexual needs; moreover the gymnastics loosens and dislodged the override board. As Mark takes a snooze after sex, Toy is able to recover her control. She is instantly aware of her situation and carefully plans her next move. * 20 April 2011 Taunus Trumbo