Robot Lover Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Robot Lover Ch. 01

... coming back to me. "No, it's the other way around," I said. "The second law is that it must do everything you say, and the third law is that it must protect itself, as long as doing so--"

"Would not violate the first two laws," she said.

We smiled at each other. "Nerd!" she said. I laughed and started to say something, but she wasn't finished.

"The second law is the one that we would be interested in," she said. "A robot lover would have to do anything you told it to do. You have to admit that would be interesting."

"It would..." I said, and considered it. "But, in a way, don't we already have that? You don't need robots. There are plenty of guys who would do anything you told them to do. Hell, I would."

I immediately regretted putting that last part out there. Why did Isay that?

She peered at me closely. "Really?" she said. "What if I told you to whip me?"

I was stunned. In those days, sadomasochism was sort of a textbook thing. Real people didn't whip each other, except maybe in England. I adopted a false worldliness.

"I'd whip you. I would assume you enjoyed it."

"What if I told you to jack off in Macy's window?"

"I, uh... that's a bit--"

"Or what if I told you to eat your own shit?"

I stared at her. "Okay. You just took it to its logical extreme," I said. "I wouldn't do it."

"My point exactly," she said. "You might not. But an android would."

"You want somebody to eatshit?" I asked.

"No! You're missing the point," she said. ...

... "The point is, I could tell a robot lover to doanything--and he would."

I was relieved. I started to think about what would happen to the shit if an android ate it. Would they have a digestive system?

"Okay. Well... never mind eating shit and Macy's window," I said. "Wouldn't it be a little like masturbation, having sex with an android?"

Two members of our household took that exact moment to walk into the living room.

"What the hell are you talking about?" one of them said.

"Claudia, unruffled, turned to them and said, "We were talking about Mr. Data and whatshername... Tasha Yar."

"Oh, God," he said. "The sex episode."

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That night I had trouble getting to sleep. For the first time since I had known Claudia, I was thinking about what she would be like as a lover.

I barely knew her. I had always thought of her as a kid, although she was probably twenty-something, only a year or two younger than me. She was obviously no blushing romantic or sheltered virgin. She was nerdy all right, but in a very knowing way.

There was something about her. And I felt that she had just opened her door to me and said, "Here I am."

I had to laugh about her coming up with Asimov's laws of robotics. Under those rules, what would a robot do if you told it to whip you? I guess a robot could be taught everything there is to know about whipping people without really harming them.

And if you really were into pain, let's face it, it would be hard to find ahuman ...