Remote Possibilities Ch 1 - Sex Stories

Remote Possibilities Ch 1

... Having rung up the last customer in the store, the old man wandered over towards Andrew. &#034I see you've found the good stuff, hardly anybody stops to look for real value anymore,&#034 he said as he glanced toward all the inferior product at the front of the store, &#034but I've got to sell it if I want to keep tinkering, my true passion.&#034 Somehow, Andrew didn't believe that this man was paying for all of the gadgetry displayed in front of him with the proceeds from a ten dollar phone case the woman in the floral shirt had just purchased for her whiney teenager. But there was a softness and wisdom in the man's voice that made him want to hear more. &#034I can hardly believe all of this, did you make it all yourself?&#034 Andrew questioned. &#034Sure did!&#034 replied the old man proudly, &#034Of course I have a few friends that consistently help me out in implementing my designs, but the vast majority was made by yours truly.&#034 &#034And does it all work the way these descriptions say?&#034 Andrew asked again, doubtfully. Rather than say another word, the old man pulled out what looked like a c***d's toy in the shape of a robot that Andrew had been looking down at. He had seen things like it at the Sharper Image or one of those luxury stores where you sat in a massage chair before you left and bought nothing. Expecting it to dance as the old man pressed its power button, Andrew could not believe his eyes as the tiny machine turned toward its master and mimicked both ...

... his posture and the old man's chin stroking with his left hand. Then he spoke to it: &#034How are you doing robot?&#034 Andrew anticipated the tiny mechanical man would repeat the phrase in a classic computerized voice, but nearly choked when it responded in a human-like voice, &#034Just fine Jim, how are you today? &#034Thanks for asking,&#034 he responded, getting a kick out of the bewildered look on Andrew's face, &#034I'm having a great time talking to my young friend...&#034 he looked to Andrew for his name. &#034A..Andrew,&#034 he sputtered out. Then the robot pivoted on its hips toward Andrew and greeted him as well. After about five minutes of banter back and forth with the robot, Andrew eventually regained speech and asked it questions about the weather, or even about the personality traits of the current president. Anything they asked of it the robot had a decent answer for. But there was no question that this dark little store had more than met the eye, and it was possible that Andrew was the first to see its true wonders. &#034Do you believe me now?&#034 the old man asked unassumingly. &#034Are you k**ding,&#034 Andrew said in amazement, &#034I could be here all damn day.&#034 The old man, whom the Robot had called Jim, laughed at Andrew's response, and they launched into discussions about everything in the store and just about anything else. Andrew couldn't get enough conversation with the man, who seemed as interested in Andrew as he was in Jim's abilities. They ...