Robot Lover Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Robot Lover Ch. 01

... every human sense.

I was shaking my head. "I don't know," I said. "Data?"

She thought about it. "Interesting idea though," she said. "In a way, it would be like having a giant vibrator."

I snorted.

"But if you told him to shut up about the whole thing," she said, "he would. And he would be a vibrator you could tell what to do."

I was amazed that Claudia was throwing that out there. Android lover as giant vibrator? There was no good way to respond without getting into specifics. I tried.

"But... what would he feel like?" I said. "I mean his skin. Would he be soft? Warm?"

She considered it. "I don't know why not," she said. "If they can build a man, they can make him however they want to. I was thinking more about whether he would know what he was doing. Could he be programmed with the Kama Sutra, or would you have to teach him? Or her?"

The Kama Sutra? Vibrators? I had never heard her say one word that could be considered sexual, and here she was getting very specific.

"I have to admit," I said, "it is intriguing: A partner who looks and feels human, but--"

"It's an obvious idea," she said.

Ouch. This was more like her usual style: abrupt and abrasive. She wasn't wrong, though. Plenty of people have played with the idea.

"There's a guy building sex robots right now, in Japan," she said. "Have you read about that?"

"I saw a video," I said. "They have beautiful faces and, you know, body parts, but they don't really move. They don't look ...

... real."

"But you can fuck them," she said.

"Well. Yeah, but..." I made a face.

"So what you want," she said, "is a robot that looks and feels like the real thing."

"What? No! I would rather have the real thing."

"Why?" she said. "So you can have children?"

"What? No! Jesus, no."

"You want to snuggle and have pillow talk?"

I looked closely into her face. She wasn't laughing at me. I also suddenly realized that her eyes were amazing.

"Something like that," I said.

"What if you couldn't tell the difference?" she said. "In a hundred years I'll bet they'll have android lovers. Would you do it if you could?"

Would I? She had incredible eyelashes. I dropped my eyes and seriously considered the question of an android lover for about two seconds.

"Yes," I said. "Out of curiosity if nothing else."

"Me too," she said.

I had absolutely nothing to say to that, but my mind was humming. We were both silent for a minute. A screaming commercial had come on, so I turned off the TV.

"I wonder if Asimov's laws of robotics would apply," she said.

I laughed. "Well, uh... your lover can't harm you, and--"

"Can't through inaction allow you to be harmed," she said.

"Right," I said. "And your lover can't allowitself to be harmed."

"Unless it needs to save your life," Claudia said.

"Something like that."

"The third law," she said, "is that it must do everything you tell it to do, unless it would violate one of the first two rules."

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