a story in three parts

Part 1: The Overlay

The day had not gone well for Traci Williams. In fact it had been a Murphy's Law kind of day. All she really wanted to do was get out of the office as fast as possible and start to unwind. As she left the employee parking lot she decided that she deserved a special treat tonight and she knew just what to do. "I'm sure I can find what I need at Victoria's Secret."

As she walked into the store her mood lost some of its tension as the soft smells caressed her and the satiny lingerie beckoned her. Oblivious to everything else Traci wandered throughout the store reveling in the sights and smells of femininity. Although nowhere near approaching the drop-dead looks of a fashion model Traci worked hard to keep her 26 year old body taut and trim. She had a pretty face too, one that seemed to put men at ease instead of sending them drooling into lust. It had been a while since Traci had visited Victoria' Secret and there was an abundance of new treasures vieing for her attention.

"I really need something soothing and relaxing tonight." And she found it as she browsed in one of the remote corners of the store. It was a gift set titled "Fantasy in Silver" and it emitted the most intoxicating aroma. Lifting the lid on the box she saw exactly the delights she was seeking. On the left side of the box was a small vial of bubble bath that even now had little bubbles dancing within looking not unlike a glass of silver champagne. Beside it was the source of the aroma in a small cannister of bath powder labeled "apres bain". "Mmmmmm, if this feels as good as it smells I think I've found my treat." Traci noticed a bit of satin sticking up from the upper right hand corner of the box. She lifted the inner lid and discovered a silvery bra and panty set. The satin-like material was unlike any she had ever felt. It was so soft and dreamy she could hardly wait to climb into them.

"Oh great, this is the only set here," Traci noticed. "The way this day has gone it'll be the wrong size." Traci found the labels and heaved a sigh of relief; the bra was a 34C, just her size. And although the panties were a small the material had a stretchy quality to it and Traci was sure they would fit all right. "Finally a ray of light in an otherwise dark day." She rushed to the register and grew a bit impatient when the scanner wouldn't recognize the bar code on her purchase. After the clerk manually entered the code Traci scribbled her name on the credit card receipt and practically flew out the door in her rush to get home. She didn't even notice the stranger in the car that followed her almost to her door.


*click* "Home at last." Traci couldn't wait to jump into the tub. All the way home the aroma of the bath powder seemed to ease her aching muscles and she just knew that she had found something special. Her sensible office shoes were the first to go, flung off towards the direction of the closet. The blouse and tweed skirt she had so carefully chosen at 6:30 a.m. was just a pile of rumpled clothing in the next few moments. Clad in her now-boring white underwear Traci began to draw her bath. As the steaming water filled the tub she carefully laid out the satin prizes she had discovered. Her fingers traced the material and were drawn into its softness. She crumpled up the panties and rubbed them against her face. "Oh my," was all she could utter in response. These WERE exquisite. She smoothed out the material, not that there seemed to be many wrinkles, and went back into the bathroom, shedding her undies as she went.

She picked up the bubble bath and poured in three capfuls of the liquid as she read in the directions. The bath began to emit the same intoxicating aroma as the powder had earlier. Traci lit a few candles to enhance her relaxation and put on some soft music. At last it was time. Carefully Traci lowered herself into the steaming bubbles and began to soak. The experience did not disappoint her. There must have been a secret ingredient or something in the oil because her skin began to tingle all over. "This is pure heaven. I may never leave this tub." Traci leaned back and allowed the water and bubbles and oil to flow around and within every crevice and pore of her submerged body. The tingle persisted and didn't lessen with time as she had thought it would. Traci stayed in so long the water was now becoming cool. "I don't want this to end but I don't want to catch my death either....," she mumbled as she relunctantly raised herself out of the bubbles.

Everything seemed so relaxed now but there was still more fantasy to come. She dried herself off with the fluffiest and softest towel in the house, taking her own sweet time to do so, continuing to enjoy the slight tingle remaining on her skin. She opened up the cannister of powder and the aroma burst upon her anew. She luxuriated in the scent and the touch as she spread the talc all over. She dabbed and patted the powder everywhere, even around her sex. The powder looked white in the cannister but Traci noticed a slight silver speckle effect on her skin as the powder was applied. She filled her lungs deeply with the pleasant smell. "I may have to buy some more of this. I sure hope they get a new shipment into the store soon." For Traci, that would be no concern in a little while.

Having pampered herself with bath and powder Traci felt more relaxed than she had ever been. Her skin was glowing and she smelled almost ethereal. Returning to her bedroom Traci stepped into the satin panty and bra. She was going to wait until tomorrow to wear them but decided it might be fun to see how they felt against her warm skin. "I think I made a wise choice," she thought as the satiny coolness was drawn onto her breasts and her sex. "I feel so much better," she called out to the half empty bottle of oil and powder. "Thank you, Fantasy in Silver." Traci went into the living room and poured herself some white wine and curled up with her latest romance novel.


Traci's eyes slowly opened. She spotted the clock on her VCR and noticed that it said 1:48 a.m. Her wine glass was half consumed and she had only read three pages of her novel. "That's odd. these books never put me to sleep before," she thought. "I must have really been relaxed after that bubble bath." As she tried to rise Traci noticed that despite the earlier soak she felt really stiff. It was a real effort just to stand. Traci turned to enter her bedroom and the stiffness grew worse. Her knees felt so rigid and tight. "I really have to stop dozing off on the sofa." She approached the bed and began to pull off the spread when she stopped dead in her tracks. "What the hell?" Her hand looked very peculiar, almost unearthly. Her skin had taken on a silver sheen in places while remaining flesh-toned in others. Her nails had vanished and the tips of her fingers were smooth, rounded, slender digits.

Her eyes cautiously moved up her arm and she saw the same silver/pink streaks continue. Slowly, which seemed to be her only speed at the moment, Traci turned to look into her dressing mirror. Before her stood some strange creature. "That can't be my reflection," Traci tried to convince herself. Her body was covered with the silver/pink flesh from her toes to her neck. As she gazed in disbelief the pink was being consumed by the gleaming silver. It wasn't a rapid change but she could see it happening for sure. The more silver appeared, the more stiff she became. She rubbed her hand against her arm and couldn't feel any sensation of touch at all. Her second impulse, after that of disbelief, was to turn away as if that might halt the transformation but it was too late...she couldn't move her legs at all. But her arms could still move.

Traci wanted to check if the effect was everywhere on her body and tried to remove her bra. With great difficulty she reached behind her to unhook the clasp. "Where is that #$%^# clasp?" What used to be her fingers searched all around but there was no clasp to be had, only the smooth coolness of metal skin. The bra was still on, wasn't it? She checked the reflection and wasn't sure what she saw. Her breasts were still there all right but they were completely covered in the lustrous silver metal that was rapidly encasing her. They were more defined, a little more erect, maybe even a little bigger, and her nipples shown though the metal. The bra had given way to a circular dividing line that surrounded each metal mound on her chest. "The panties! , Check the panties!", screamed her mind.

Hoping against hope she lowered her eyes to where the panties used to be. They too had melted away, for lack of a better word. They must have taken her sex with it because all that remained was smooth, shiny metal where her sex had been. "Great! I've got metal boobs and nothing else. What's going on?" She pulled her gaze back and watched as all the pink flesh of her body gradually became silver metal. As the overlay became complete Trac's curves became well-defined, even more enhanced. Her neck and head remained flesh however. "At least I still look like me," Traci said in a flat and humorless voice. "Here I stand, a frozen metal woman with a human head looking like something from Mars." Traci wanted to scream but couldn't remember how. Her mind felt like it was detaching from her body.


There she stood for the longest time. Unable to move nothing but her still human head, coated in strange metal, staring at herself (itself?) in the mirror. The phone rang. Something registered within Traci's mind. She felt strangely compelled to answer the phone, not just because it was ringing, but because it seemed like the right thing for her to do.

She slowly turned and trundled over to the phone. Her robotic arm lifted the receiver but Traci's mouth refused to say hello. The squeal of angry bees greeted her ear. The sound registered as the noise a computer makes when it's on-line. Traci hated that noise as it always reminded her of nails dragged across a blackboard but now it really didn't sound so bad. In fact it was music to her ears. The noise flowed into her ear and leisurely began to make sense to her/it. An "s" here, an "o" there. Letters, then words, sentences, even entire paragraphs began to form. This wasn't noise, this was programming! "At last a purpose." "Hey! Who said that?" More and more information poured into her/it: how to move her/its arms, legs, and hands; how to speak; when to speak; what to think; what not to think. Traci hungrily devoured what the phone was spewing. The programming continued for the next 90 minutes and then stopped. Traci hung up the receiver and headed, still a bit stiffly, for the door. With no one in the hall at this late hour she/it could leave undetected.

Something within her/it (programming perhaps?) directed her to the service entrance of her apartment. The strange man who follwed her/it home earlier that night was waiting for her, not that she remembered. Seeing his face triggered her mouth to start working again. "Master--I--see--that--you--have--come--for--me. Do--I--pass--inspection?" Traci's humanity, supressed deep within her, was horrified at the flat and emotionless speech that came out of her/it. And what was this 'Master' crap all about? She began to search the part of her/it filled with programming.

"Yes, you certainly pass inspection, Traci. In fact you might say that you are a 'Fantasy in Silver.' But there is still much to do. Come." The human part of Traci strained to turn this thing she had become in the other direction but it was no use. She/it had been given a direct command and had to obey. Slowly the metal Traci entered the van and stood there impassively as the stranger strapped her tightly against the inside of the van. "There's still much work to be done," he told her/it as the van drove away into the night, "and I think I owe you an explanation.

Part 2: The Lab

Traci, the metal woman with a human head, found herself strapped securely to the inside of a moving van. The stranger she/it had referred to as "Master" a few moments ago was driving her away. "There's still much work to be done," he said to his impassive passanger, "and I think I owe you an explanation." Somewhere within the robot a tiny voice thought "Damn right, you asshole." Traci wasn't able to determine where the van was heading but she/it had the uncanny feeling that she could accurately determine how long they had been driving. 27 minutes and 12 seconds to be exact. The van stopped and the stranger went to the rear and opened the doors. He removed the safety straps that had held Traci tightly against the van wall. "Follow me." Traci had no choice but to obey.

They entered a rather ordinary house in a part of town that she/it didn't recognize at all. Once inside the stranger led Traci to a basement that looked like the inside of a TV set. "Traci, I want you to stand over there in front of that mirror." The deliberate pace of newly forged metal limbs assumed the position that was ordered and then became still once again. There was that damned reflection again. She/it had hope it was only a nightmare but once again a metal body with a human head was looking right at her/it.

The stranger walked around to her field of vision. "My name is Professor Robert Kolb. Until a few years ago I was a tenured chemistry professor at a Midwestern university. Although chemistry is my field of expertise I dabble a bit in archeology as a hobby. Last summer while on a dig in Alaska I found a unique group of artifacts. There was a flask of shimmering oil, a tin of aromatic powder, a few bolts of what appeared to be silver hued satin cloth, a sheaf of papers and drawings, and the remains of what was once a vessel of some type. I returned back to the States and began to research what I had found. The papers contained a language that I had never encountered but the pictures were quite clear. They showed an ancestor of the modern Innuit Eskimos being dipped into the oil, coated with the powder and draped in several places with pieces of the satin.

The last picture showed the Eskimo as a metal man performing various tasks for a type of being I have yet to determine. Eventually the pieces of the language fell into place and what I had found was manual for transforming human beings into mechanical slaves. I still don't know what those beings were but I suspect they weren't from Earth. The idea of creating a mechanical humanoid appealed to me so I began to experiment.

It occured to me that if I was going to do this I might as well have some fun as well so I decided to experiment with women. I concocted these gifts sets of bath oil, talc, and satin underwear and spirited them into Victoria's Secret. In order for the mixture to work the human host has to have some special type of resonance or harmonic structure. I haven't really deciphered all the alien words but evidently not everyone resonates at the appropriate frequency. There were seven women who bought the package before you. I followed each of them and waited to see what would happen. After a few hours I would call them on the phone. If they answered the phone with a human voice I knew their harmonics were incorrect and I would have to try again. If the receiver was picked up but there would be no response I was prepared to download a sequence of binary code that I found in the parchments. Tonight I found a woman with right harmonics."

"From what I've been able to tell the solution of the oil and powder overlays and interacts with the molecular structure of the epidermis. What was once flesh becomes a light, flexible and very strong metal alloy. Quite fetching too, I might add." The professor reached down and rapped the area where her sex had once been. Traci heard an odd series of 'clinks' and somewhere off in the far, far distance she felt a twinge of arousal. "Over a period of time that I have yet to determine more and more tissue becomes metal. I assume that the person becomes a complete robot. I'm not really sure of the purpose of the satin material, if that's what it is, but it made a nice set of underwear don't you think? As an added bonus the subject is made extremely obedient to the first voice it hears. For you, my dear, that voice was mine."

With that the professor stood up and went over to a workbench. Traci followed his every move. When he returned he commanded her/it to look at the mirro and not move her head anymore. Traci's head immediately locked into position. All she could move now was her eyes. Traci watched the professor in the mirror before her/it. He pulled out a scissors and began to cut off her auburn hair. Next came some barber's clippers and soon Traci's head was bald and smooth. Now she looked truly eerie. A metal woman with a bald head of flesh.

The professor went to the sink and the intoxicating aroma of the powder filled the lab. Traci knew what was about to happen and why she had been shaved. Sure enough the prof returned and began to sponge a warm solution all over Traci's head. The tingle that part of her remembered from a long ago bubble bath returned. "Close your eyes and lips please, Traci." The metal woman complied. The tingle was all over her head now and a sense of drifting relaxation surrounded her/it. After about 30 minutes the professor began to apply the talc. "You may open your eyes now, Traci. In fact you mught find this interesting to watch."

Traci opened her stiffening eyelids with some difficulty and her vision drank in her face now shining with that silver speckled sheen. Patches of silver slowly replaced her pink complexion and Traci felt her/its skin grow taut. As she watched, her ears and nose began to flatten against her head. When the ears were completely dissolved a series of five vertical slits formed in their place. Her nose simply disappeared altogether and the middle of her face was smoothing out. Her mind wanted to look away but she had been commanded to watch and watch she must do. What was once her mouth went the way of her ears. Her lips deflated like a punctured balloon and smoothed out into nothing but a barely discernable slit. Her eyes were the last to transform. The circular sockets elongated until the two became one opening and then began to shrink down just as her mouth had done. Traci could see a narrow slit about a quarter of an inch high and four inches wide where her eyes had been. There was a strange yellowish glow shining through the slit. Traci couldn't understand how she could still see but she could. What was once a fairly pretty face was now a gleaming silver orb. Traci Williams had ceased to exist. Traci the robot was born. Within the shell, Traci's mind began to weep.

"Well I found that very fascinating, didn't you?" The voice of the professor echoed within her transforming head. "It's been a long evening and I must get some rest before we continue tomorrow. I want you to keep watching your image and note any further external or internal changes so that you can give me a full report in the morning. Is that clear?"

The mouth/slit opened. "This---unit---to---observe---and---record---all--- modification---until---such---time---instructed---to---report---same. Observation---and---recording---commencing---now."

The mouth/slit closed. It was her voice all right but rather flat and dull. She wasn't really sure how she formed the words. An input of data began to trickle into one corner of Traci's brain. She was amazed at the detail and how easily she could recall it.

She/it heard the professor's footsteps start up the stairs, stop, and re- approach. "Still time for one quick test, my dear." The prof stood in front of Traci's smooth and gleaming breast mounds. He slowly began to rub them as if they were a magic lamp. Traci's new skin sent impulses of pure pleasure into her mind. Outwardly nothing happened but inside Traci thought her still-forming circuitry was headed for overload. As quickly as it halted as the professor's hand withdrew. "Idiot turns me into a sex machine and then turns himself into a tease," thought Traci as the last electrons of delight faded.

"Do robots have any taste? Let's find out." The professor began to lick Traci's polished crotch. WHAM! Traci was mentally rocketed into ecstasy. Never had she been pleasured so completely by a mere touch. A part of her mind resisted but synapse by synapse she was falling under its spell. "What a surprise, you taste like chrome." With a wipe of his handkerchief, a gesture that just about put Traci's mind into a coma, he dried off his saliva from her crotch. "I can't wait to see the data for THAT test."

With that the professor turned and went upstairs. As Traci's mind returned to a somewhat more sedate state she began to fulfill the last command she/it was given. The data concerning her/its continuing transformation was being recorded and stored. More and more of her/its consciousness was being diverted to that purpose. One of Traci's last thoughts was if she/it would retain her human mind at all.

Part 3: Full Circle

The professor turned and went upstairs. As Traci's mind returned to a somewhat more sedate state she began to fulfill the last command she/it was given. The data concerning her/its continuing transformation was being recorded and stored. More and more of her/its consciousness was being diverted to that purpose. One of Traci's last thoughts was if she/it would retain her human mind at all.

Seconds became minutes; minutes became hours. The slow and meticulous process of flesh and blood giving way to metal allow continued to deepen itself into Traci. That accurate clock somewhere within it/her told Traci that it had been about four hours, thirteen minutes, and twenty seven seconds since the professor had gone upstairs. Traci was relieved to discover that although there was little of her/its human body remaining the process had left her mind intact. It couldn't do much except note the surroundings and keep track of the last stages of the transformation but it was still there.

It remained quiet so Traci began to strech her mind to see what would happen. There was nothing she could will to move. It/she had been ordered to observe and record the transformation process. Traci struggled to move even the tip of one of its chromed fingers but there was no movement. In 12 minutes Traci decided it was a waste of time and came to the conclusion that she had no voluntary control over its/her bodily movement.

"Maybe I can discover something within," Traci thought. So she began to explore her consciousness. To her surprise and relief she could finally access, or was it enter, the part of her brain that had become roboticized. Traci still had emotions, at least mental ones, and she gave a gasp as more and more of her mechanical self was explored. "The amount of information here is incredible. How can I store all this? Easy, dummy, you're a robot with a computer for a brain." That last thought almost knocked Traci for a loop but she continued. Her mechanical self had stored every last detail of the transformation, noting how cells had their molecular structures torn down, rewritten, and formed anew. It was all there ready to be reported.

Traci's mind "turned a corner" past the stored information and discoverd even more treasure troves of data. "Damn," she thought, "I could comprehend the transformation logs but these files make absolutely no sense. What language is this?" For the next 2 hours, 54 minutes, and seven seconds Traci roamed the corridors of her mechanical brain but could deciper nothing. The earlier excitement had eroded into frustration when she heard, or was it sensed, the professor coming down the stairs.

"Good morning, my little fem-bot," the professor crowed. "My, you look a little stiff this morning."

"bastard." thought Traci. "I'd like to get you stiff and then....."

"Let's check you out first." Professor Kolb walked around the metal female as if inspecting the troops. He ran his hand down a metal arm, pausing to rap on its elbow a few times. "Oh, you feel rather chilly. Are you cold?"

***A question! This requires speech. This requires mouth!*** A narrow slit formed where a human mouth should be and Traci responded in a flat voice, "This-unit-is-not-cold.----This-unit's-parameters-of-temperature-are minus-100-celsius-to-plus-200-celsius.---This-unit's-skin-is-at-room- temperature-but-is-not-cold." The mouth slit disappeared as the word "cold" still echoed in the room.

"I bet I could still warm you up," leered the professor. His hand began to rub the fem bot's smooth and shiny crotch. The friction of his hand did indeed warm the metal skin but that was nothing compared to what heat began to roar in Traci's mind. The celsius scale would have been worthless.

"Enough play for now. Time for business. Traci, hear and follow this command: Access all data and give me a report on your transformation."

It was if a whirlpool had opened under Traci's mind. Information, data, visual interpretations of graphs all began to pour out of its mouth-slit. Traci was amazed at the detail of the information. She was also amazed at something else. The transformation data wasn't all she could understand now. The other files stored in her mechanical brain seemed to unlock, the language was no longer foreign to her but second nature. Along with understanding came freedom, not of movement but of mind. Although she could still not initiate self-movement Traci found that her mind, now linked completely to the mechanical brain, could understand what was stored there in new and amazing ways.

Her mechanical self droned on and on about the transformation and the professor was giving his rapt attention. Traci noticed that he was also becoming quite aroused and erect. "I think I'll tack on a sentence at the end of this report that will REALLY grab his attention. Once I have that

things may take a turn for the better" "Finally-at-six-fifty-four-this-morning-all-flesh-within-this-unit-had-been- reconfigured-to-its-new-matrix-and-structure-----This-unit-is-now-fully- functioning-and-is-capable-of-fulfilling-all-tasks-assigned... (now to add the bait, thought Traci) ...including-work-mode,-research-mode,-and-pleasure-mode." The mouth slit sealed.

Prof. Kolb's eyes widened noticibly at the mention of a "pleasure mode".

"Traci, I want you to initiate your "pleasure mode" for me at this time."

Traci accepted the command and began the program. Her silver body suddenly was awash with a golden hue. The hard metal skin acquired an eerie softness about it. It's small metal breasts began to swell and enlarge to about 38 inches. Its crotch, which had been smooth and featureless, became a ripe and succulent pussy. The orb that served as its head now grew features as well, not stopping until a stunningly beautiful face had been achieved. Meanwhile the professor was finding it difficult to restrain himself as his little mechanical female robot transformed itself into a sex goddess.

It wasn't long before the prof had stripped and began to grope and probe his little doll. The heightend sense of pleasure her robot self gave her almost derailed Traci's plan but she had thought of that and was ready. Her self-initiated program would kick in as soon as she reached her first orgasm, and in this mechanically enhanced state that didn't take long.

Her embrace tightened around the professor but he didn't notice. The walls of Traci's love canal also tightened their grip on the professor's shaft. Within seconds he was locked in a loving embrace from which he could not withdraw.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Robert?" The voice was no longer flat and monotone but dripped with sultriness.

"I didn't command you to speak, Traci, just to pleasure me."

"Are you being pleasured, master?"

"Oh yes, yes. You are wonderful at this."

"Good. I want you to enjoy this because it's the last time you'll have pleasure."

"I think not, Traci. We're going to be running this program lots and lots of times I assure you."

"That's what you think, Robert. To quote you from last night, 'I think I owe you an explanation.' "

Prof. Kolb didn't like the sound of that and he began to squirm. He was locked tight in this passionate embrace and neither he nor his cock were going anywhere. The more he struggled the more intense the pleasure became and the weaker his will as well.

"You gave me a very valuable key this morning, Robert. You commanded me to 'access all data' and that's what I did. Remember that programming you downloaded into me over the phone last night? Included in that data was a complete set of files on the people who created this technology. I couldn't read or understand it until you told me to access it.

"My creators were a people from a planet named Tanara. They roamed this part of the galaxy thousands of years ago looking for species that were just on the verge of sentient thought. They used their transformation process to recruit worker robots so they could obtain minerals, samples of flora and fauna, and other humans to be used in stud. The Tanarans were very advanced. They were also a matriarchal society, that is to say the female of the species were in control. Remember those pictures you couldn't quite make out? Those were Tanaran females not males."

As he listened Robert felt a piercing cold flowing from the depths of his body. His pleasure was still quite intense but that chill began to worry him even more.

"The Tanarans only selected the male of a species to become robot slaves. Your perverted little mind wanted a a dolly that you could play with and so you chose me to transform. Just in case that happened to an unfamiliar species the Tanarans gave a transformed female an escape route. I would have never known it was there if you hadn't told me to access all data. Thanks!"

"Are you feeling a bit chilled right now, hmmm professor? As you entered me I entered you. I have sent a penile probe into your system where it has coiled itself around your spine. The process that transformed me over a 12 hour period is about to reverse in me and drain into you, professor, in a much shorter time. Remember my pretty underwear? The cloth was a synthetic storage device that kept my complete genetic structure intact so I could re-access it and become human again. Sorry to say it can only be used once, and only by a female at that. Isn't this fun, professor?"

Robert Kolb was speechless. Oh he had a lot he wanted to say but he could no longer say it. The probe had indeed penetrated him and had begun its work. Still in Traci's grip, he watched as her golden hue faded and became pink as flesh returned to Traci's newly re-formed face. He looked at his own body and saw that he was now streaked with the silver splotches as she had been last night. He wanted to scream but he had forgotten how. The pleasure was lessening but his cock was still enlarged. Feelings and emotion and will drained out him as more and more of his flesh became alloy. His mind grew dull and blank, thirsting for direction, command, and most of all, purpose.

Traci's body slowly returned to normal. The mechanical mind that she had co-inhabited had all but disappeared. Emotion, feelings, amd most importantly, her will and her control were gradually restored. She pulled herself (and it was good to think of being "herself" and not "itself") from the professor at last and stood back to observe the final changes taking place in her one-time captor.

The human face of what had once been Professor Robert Kolb seemed to melt away into a smooth and featureless orb. What had moments before been an erect penis began to dissolve into the new robot's crotch until, like hers had been earlier, it became smooth and sexless. A robot slave stood before Traci, mute and at attention.

"Robert, do you hear me?"

A slit formed where a mouth should be. "Yes-mistress."

That flat voice sure sounded better coming from someone, no, someTHING, else. "What are you?"

"I-am-your-robot,mistress.-----I-am-your-slave.----I-am-yours-to-command--- there-is-no-other-that-this-unit-serves-but-you."

"Robert, access any self-restoration files (there aren't any but just in case I missed something) and erase them now. Then report on your main functions."

"working----system-analysis-complete-no-such-files-found-----this-unit's- function-is-to-do-work-and-research-and-give-pleasure-upon-command."

"Very good, Robert. Let's go home. Follow me."

Traci turned and began up the stairs. Her mechanical friend right behind her. She loaded the robot into the van and secured him against the wall. Traci was indeed going home.


Two weeks later Traci Williams threw a party to celebrate her inheritance from her long-lost eccentric uncle, Robert Kolb. Along with his house Traci inherited a lovely Ernest Trova sculpture entitled "Fantasy in Silver." Perhaps you've seen that series of sculptures the artist calls "Falling Man." Shiny, metal male figures without limbs or features. Unknown to her guests, however, this was a very unique sculpture that could grow its own limbs upon command, especially one very, very useful limb. All Traci had to say was.........

"Robbie......pleasure me."

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