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December 24, 2055.
"Patrick! Hey, buddy, welcome to Boston. Come on in, it's freezing out there. How was your flight?"
"Late, as usual. Everyone trying to get wherever they're going for Christmas.
And too expensive. Would you believe they expected me to pay full fare
"Nope. I guess I can't blame them. The dolls take up seats they could sell to a person. So I had to pack them."
"I can't wait to see them. But we really have to get going soon. I told Mom we'd be there by five o'clock."
"So call her and tell her I'm late. I want to get them unpacked. And I want you to be thinking about them all through dinner, Jake."
"Well, in that case, you'll have to meet my girls too. Come on, drag
your luggage floater into the playroom..."
Jacob's "playroom" was distinctly not for children. Its largest feature was a large bed with satin sheets. Various sorts of sexual implements littered the area. There were also two rather larger toys.
"Nice setup you've got in here, Jake."
"Come on, it's not just the setup you're drooling over. Let me introduce you." Patrick's attention was firmly fixed on what appeared to be a lovely young woman wearing a gauzy blue... well, Patrick wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it draped like a skirt and hid very little. The woman had long brown hair and dark chocolate eyes. Her skin was lightly tanned, and flawless from the top of her forehead to the ends of her toes. She stood calmly with one shapely leg in front of the other, her hands at her sides, and a small smile fixed on her face as she stared blankly into space, showing no sign of having noticed the two men observing her. "This is Bethany. She's a '55 Nicoise, model 387C. I just bought her six months ago, and she's been worth every penny. It's like she knows what I want better than I do myself. Goes through batteries like nobody's business, but who cares? Beth, say hi to my little brother Patrick."
She turned her head slightly to look at Patrick, and smiled a bit wider, but otherwise did not move. "Hello, Patrick." Her voice was soft and sultry.
"Hello, Bethany," Patrick said, walking up to her. "Would you like to kiss me?"
"If Master Jacob wishes me to," the android answered.
Jacob nodded. Bethany lifted her face up to Patrick's. She put her arms
around him and drew him against her. Patrick ran his hands up her sides,
admiring the way her warm body squirmed softly against his. Their mouths
met in a perfect kiss. When it ended, Bethany just took half a step back,
lowered her arms, and waited. Patrick let his hand caress the smooth, warm
skin of her chest and the tops of her breasts.
"Very nice," Patrick said. "I can see why you leave her turned on. How about that one?" He turned to point at another motionless girl. This one sat on the edge of the bed. Her head was tilted up and her lips slightly parted. Her spine was arched, and her left hand hung out in midair as if reaching for something. Patrick moved closer to her, and noticed that sticking out of the doll's back was a large metal key. The doll must have wound down in the middle of a kiss, and Jacob hadn't bothered to wind her up again.
"That's Katherine," Jacob said. "She's a '52 Dreamgirl. A few years old, but I like her looks." Like Bethany, Katherine had long dark hair and brown eyes, but her skin was much darker. Her cheeks were rounder than the android's, and her lips less full. She wore only a pink bathrobe that was open to expose her large, round breasts and her hairless, but otherwise fully realistic sex. Patrick stood in front of the wind-up doll and cupped its firm, cool breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs against the erect nipples. Katherine, of course, did not visibly react to this at all.
"How do you like the wind-up?" he wondered aloud. "I always thought it was out of place to have a wind-up key on a realistic doll. At least if you're going to, it should be a small unobtrusive one."
"The big key's harder to lose," Jacob said. "I'd be just as happy if she were an android. But there's definitely something satisfying about watching her wind down, and getting to decide whether to wind her again. Do you want to give her a try?"
"Sure," Patrick agreed.
"Just give her about a quarter-turn," Jacob instructed. "We haven't
got a lot of time. I still want to see your girls."
"Go ahead and open the short case," Patrick said. He reached around
the doll, letting his chest rub against her breasts, and turned the key,
one quarter-turn. When he let go of the key, Katherine began to move. Her
upraised hand circled his head and drew him down to her lips for a deep,
sexy kiss. Patrick could just hear the slight whirring of the doll's mechanical
innards as she moved, and a rhythmic click, click, click... as the
key slowly turned in her back.
"Mmm," Katherine moaned, "I was afraid Master was going to leave me
waiting for him like that all day. And I thought I would have to explode
when you came and touched me without winding me up! But I thank you for
it anyway... and for letting me do this..." She let her hands roam pleasantly
about his body. Her movements were smooth and graceful, not at all mechanical.
Patrick, of course, felt up her body as she explored his. He couldn't help
noticing that Katherine's skin was a little firmer, more plasticky than
Bethany's had been -- but still warm, now that she was wound, and lovely
to the touch as well as to the eye.
Jacob had taken advantage of his brother's offer, and unsealed a large, roughly cubical case. Inside, lying in a soft, form-fitting foam tray, was a lovely female head made of plastic. The tray bore a label, "SONY Girlfriend EB". Another compartment held a three-foot length of dark red hair. Jacob removed the head and wig, and lifted the foam tray to reveal a very feminine torso, made of the same pale flesh-colored material as the head. He pulled it out and found that it could stand up on its waist. A metallic joint at the neck seemed like it should fit a matching socket on the bottom of the head.
"Pat, how do I put her together?"
"There's a little electronic gadget in there. Just plug the pieces together,
touch the control device to each joint, and press the white button labelled
'Join.' That seals the joint. Her name's Anna, by the way, and she's a
"Master, wouldn't you rather play with me than with that dummy?" Katherine demanded.
"Maybe, but you'll still be here next week. Have fun with Patrick till you wind down."
"Hmph," Katherine sulked, pulling Patrick down on next to her and starting to undo his shirt buttons. "Maybe I'll go home with you instead. You feel almost as nice as Master."
"Well, don't insult my dolls if you want me to like you," said Patrick. "Anna's as real as you are. And she's nicer than you."
"But can she do this?"
"Hey! Don't you do that either. Not now, anyway. I can't stay here long
enough to enjoy it." Katherine sulked, but stopped.
Meanwhile, Jacob had followed Patrick's directions, and attached Anna's head to her torso. He also found a socket in the middle of the hair, and affixed it to the top of the head. It fell neatly into shape with just a few straightening touches. Jacob lifted the whole assembly by its narrow hips -- it only weighed about ten pounds -- and kissed the mannequin-like girl gently on its lovely lips. She was quite chilly -- undoubtedly from having been stored in the luggage section of the plane on the trip to Boston.
After a few minutes, he'd unpacked and assembled the rest of Anna: two
bent arms, two hands, a set of hips (complete with a stylized sex, although
Jacob wondered whether one could pleasantly make love to it), a pair of
long, lovely legs, bent at the knees, and feet. Once all the pieces were
out, Jacob realized they fit together perfectly if he closed the crate
and assembled Anna in a sitting position on the box. There was also a large
gold wind-up key that fit into a slot in the doll's back, and a diaphanous
pink garment that draped about her breasts and hips, giving her a semblance
of decency but actually just increasing her allure even more. She was distinctly
less realistic than his own girls -- she looked more like a well-made mannequin
than a real girl -- but definitely charming for all that.
Jacob stepped behind the doll and gave the key a quarter-turn. He could
feel the working of the doll's mechanism as he turned the key, but otherwise
happened. He tried again, with no further result.
"Pat? Is there a problem here? I can't get Anna to turn on."
Jacob disengaged himself from Katherine's amorous clutches, and came over to see. "Looks like you put her together right. Did you turn her on?"
"Well, I wound her up."
"Oh, that's the problem. Give me the control. I shut her down completely
for travelling." Patrick found the control box, and pressed a green button
Anna's eyes blinked twice with an audible click. She showed no surprise at finding herself in an unfamiliar place, nor any inclination to move from the spot where she sat. She simply looked around to see what was around her, as her key began to slowly unwind. "Hel-lo love," she said upon noticing Patrick. "And you must be Ja-cob." Her voice was high and pretty and very expressive, even though each syllable was clipped off mechanically. When she moved, her motions were similarly robotic. "Was our trip pleas-ant, love?"
"Yes, Anna, our trip was fine."
"Her skin's not flexible like a modern doll's," Jacob mentioned. "I guess you can get used to some things, but how does she... I mean, can she even change expression?"
"Sure she can," Patrick said. Anna demonstrated, by turning to look
at Jacob, cocking her head just so, raising her eyebrows, and widening
her lips -- each
small motion accompanied by a little sound of moving pistons or snapping relays, far more audible than in Katherine.
"I may not have the full range of ex-pres-sion of a re-a-lis-tic doll, but I ma-nage quite well," she asserted.
"Sure, but... well, I mean, how can you make love to a solid doll?"
"The same way you make love to any other kind of doll," Patrick said.
"Or a real woman for that matter. Oh, the solid structure does put certain
limits on her. She was the first doll I ever bought, back when I couldn't
afford much, and it took me a little while to get used to her. But she
really is fun once you get used to her. And she's so innocent. I really
like that sometimes. I thought you might like to try her out, so I brought
her. She definitely can make love. And if I'm not looking for straight
sex, she's the best doll companion I've ever seen -- even better than the
"Hey!" Katherine pouted from the bed. "She's not better than me, is she?" The wind-up doll crouched sexily on the bed.
"She probably is," Patrick answered. "She knows how to think about things other than sex, for example!"
"Really?" Katherine sounded surprised. "And you like that?"
Patrick smiled and shook his head. "See, Jake, the modern ones are made for sex, sex, and more sex, even if the censors don't let them advertise them that way. Anna's a classic."
"Well, maybe," the older man conceded. "I'll certainly give her a try later on, if you don't mind. But we're running out of time, and I still want to meet the other doll you brought."
"Okay. Pose pretty for us, Anna."
The doll crossed her legs and positioned her arms, one hand draped softly on her thigh, the other raised in an inviting gesture. "Good night, love," she said.
"Oh, I'm not putting you to sleep. I'll let you talk to Jake's dolls
if you want. Maybe they'll learn a thing or two from you." Patrick pressed
a few more buttons on the remote control, one of which was the control
to disconnect the doll's power spring from both her mechanisms and her
key. The two men heard a loud whirr from within the doll's body as
the spring unwound itself all at once. The key stopped turning, and Anna
did not move again. Patrick stroked her raised, motionless hand before
turning away. Jacob, more direct, ran his finger down Anna's plastic
cheek, and once around her solid left breast. She did not respond to either
Finally, Patrick opened a long coffin-like crate. "Michaela's an Intimate
Fantasy T, this year's model. She can't be disassembled the way Anna can,"
he explained, as he lifted a piece of protective foam to reveal a tall,
beautiful, lifelike blonde. She wore a brown halter-top and matching skirt.
Her pale skin looked soft and beautiful, with a slight gloss on her pale
pink lips. Her eyes were closed, but something about the rigidity of her
pose made it very clear that she was not simply a sleeping woman.
"However," Patrick continued, "she's much easier to reactivate after travel."
He pulled out a tan plastic remote control and pressed a button.
The android opened her clear blue eyes. In a husky emotionless voice, she recited, "Activation check. All systems operational. Beginning software initialization: three. Two. One. Checking personality module. Personality module verified intact. Full startup in five seconds. Thank you for choosing an Intimate Fantasy T personal android companion."
Michaela blinked. She spoke again, but this time in a lovely natural-sounding contralto. "Good morning. Are we there?"
"Yes, we're here," Patrick said. "This is my big brother Jacob. Jake, this is Michaela. Come on out of there, Kay." The android reached up and grasped Patrick's outstretched hand, and he pulled her to her feet. Like most dolls, she weighed only fifty pounds or so. Once standing, she reached up and fluffed her long golden mane, letting it cascade over her left shoulder.
"Hello, Jacob. I've been looking forward to meeting you ever since Pat told me about you. Pat, may I kiss him? Please?" She clasped her hands together and looked at Patrick imploringly.
"Well, just this once," Patrick grinned. "If it's okay with him, of course. He knew Jacob wouldn't turn her down.
"May I, Jacob? I'm a little chilly, but I'll warm up fast."
Jacob grinned and opened his arms. The blonde android smiled and approached him. There could be no doubt that her chest, unlike Anna's, was quite flexible. Her breasts heaved as she kissed Jacob greedily. Her body was almost as cold as Anna's, but Jacob could feel it warming up quickly beneath his hands, as he explored the bare skin of her midsection and arms. If anything, her skin was even more sensual than his own Bethany's. By the time her mobile lips had drawn away from his, she was almost humanly warm. He softly caressed her cheek.
"You kiss wonderfully, Jacob," Michaela sighed. "Thank you. And thank you for letting me, Pat."
"You're quite a kisser yourself," Jacob said. He turned to his brother.
"Is she always this forward?"
Katherine spoke up from the bed. "Mas-ter, I'm win-ding down. Don't you want to kiss me again? For com-par-i-son, may-be?" Except for the opening and closing of her mouth as she slowly spoke, she was already motionless. She was crouched sexily on the bed, her silver key sticking up at an angle. Her liquid brown eyes looked wistfully toward Jacob, Patrick, and Michaela. Michaela glanced toward the immobilized brunette doll, but the men ignored her.
"The 'T' in her make means Michaela's one of the new Transferred models,"
"A Transferred? You mean, she's a real woman in there?"
"Not physically, of course," Patrick said quickly. "Her body is pure android, and she has an android mind as well, probably almost as advanced as your Bethany's. But her personality module is based on a real woman's mental patterns. It makes her a lot more human."
"So I heard. But I wasn't sure that would be a good thing. Does that mean she doesn't have to obey you, if she doesn't want to?"
"Of course not. Oh, she can be configured to be able to disobey orders,
but I don't see why anyone would do that. You can shut down the personality
too, but I like her this way."
"Interesting. Michaela, was your human body this beautiful?"
Michaela giggled. "No, not nearly. I was kind of pretty, but I didn't look like this."
"Do you prefer being a doll?"
The blonde android struck a sexy pose. "Absolutely," she purred. "As
a doll, I get to make love all the time to wonderful sexy men like you,"
she purred. "May I please you now, boys?"
"Oh boy, I wish you could..."
"Uh-uh," Patrick interrupted. "Like you keep saying, we're on a schedule. Kay, wait just like that till we come back."
Michaela froze in place. She would maintain her come-hither expression
until someone gave her permission to change it, but her voice sulked a
little. "Of course, Patrick, if I must... I'll be waiting for you
Patrick turned to head for the door. Once his back was turned, Jacob took Michaela's left hand and slid it under the waistband of her skirt. He pressed the android's fingers against her sex, eliciting from her a deep gasp. Then he brushed his hand lightly down the blonde's bare midriff before turning to leave. Patrick passed by the bed on his way out, where he ran his hand along the inside of Katherine's smooth, motionless thigh as he passed. The two men left the room, leaving the four love dolls there to be played with later. The door closed behind them with a soft click.
A few minutes passed. Nothing moved in the playroom, each of the four
lovely dolls immobilized in her own way. Only Michaela's chest moved, as
deeply in response to the sensual pressure of her own fingers against he sex.
Katherine was the first to speak. "I love be-ing touched like that,"
she said. "It makes me so horny. But it's so frus-trat-ing when I can't
re-spond." Only her lips moved as she spoke, and that just barely.
She spoke slowly and almost without inflection.
"I thought you wound down," said Anna. Her lips didn't even move as
she spoke. Her voicebox was an internal speaker. When she was wound up,
lips moved in synch with her speech, but as long as her voicebox was on, she could speak just as well even with her body completely unwound as when she was fully wound.
"When I wind down, I can keep a small re-serve to talk with if I want, but it's not e-nough to move any other part of my bo-dy," Katherine explained. There was actually a switch inside her control panel with which Jacob could turn off that feature, but since it was on now, Katherine saw no reason to mention it.
"It's worse for me," Michaela answered. Her speech was completely natural. Patrick had long since established that an order forbidding her to move should not prevent her from speaking unless he explicitly said so, although she might move her lips only for the purpose of speaking and must maintain her facial expression precisely. "I'm still human inside. I can remember what it was like to be able to pleasure myself when I felt like it. Jacob put my finger right next to my clit, but I can't even move it enough to enjoy."
"I know what that's like," Katherine said. "Mas-ter some-times likes
to tell me to stroke my-self when he no-ti-ces I'm a-bout to wind down.
The worst is when I try so hard to cum before I freeze, and I don't quite
make it. But I wan-ted to ask you, Mi-chae-la: What is it like to be hu-man?"
"You couldn't understand," Michaela said calmly. "Dolls like you and Anna were made by humans, to serve humans. My mind is natural. There's no way to explain what that's like to a manufactured doll."
"You're a man-u-fac-tured doll too," Anna interrupted.
"Only my body is. Inside, I'm a real woman. You're artificial. You can
only think whatever occurred to your designers as something they'd want
you to be able to think, but I can think anything I want."
"Mi-chae-la thinks she's bet-ter than I am be-cause she was hu-man,"
Anna explained, for the benefit of Jacob's dolls. "But she does what she
is told, just like us."
"Of course I do," Michaela agreed. "Who would buy a doll that didn't please its master? But I chose to become that. As an android, I'll never disappoint anyone. On the outside, I have a beautiful body and I always do exactly what I'm told. But on the inside, I know I'm a real woman, not a wind-up toy."
"Well," Katherine exclaimed -- or at least, said. Nearly wound down as she was, she could not make an exclamation sound very convincing. "I bet when he comes back, your mas-ter pre-fers this wind-up toy to you!"
"I know," Michaela said, her clear voice edged with a new harshness. "You'll be a novelty to him. I just hope he doesn't make me watch. But I know in the long run he'll come back to me. Toys like you and Anna won't satisfy him for long."
"Don't wor-ry," Anna said. "I think he pre-fers me to Mi-chae-la an-y-way. Mi-chae-la is just a no-vel-ty her-self. I'm sure he will try you out to-night, and I'm sure you'll make him hap-py. By the way, may I ask your name?"
"Oh, sor-ry. I'm Kath-rine. The an-droid in blue is Beth-a-ny. We heard
Pa-trick in-tro-duce you, Mi-chae-la and An-na."
"Hi, Kath-rine," said Anna cheerfully. "Hi, Beth-a-ny."
"Hi, Anna," said Bethany, the first words she had spoken since kissing Patrick. Like Michaela, her voice was clear and natural. Only her lips and jaw moved as she spoke.
"Beth-a-ny is not al-lowed to speak ex-cept to an-swer some-one else,"
Katherine explained. "That's why she's so qui-et. Right, Beth?"
"That's right," the android agreed, before again falling silent.
"Is there an-y-thing you'd like to say, Beth-a-ny?" Anna asked.
"Yes, thank you, Anna. I'd like to remind you all that Master Patrick noticed me first when he arrived, and kissed me first. And Michaela, I can't see you the way I'm facing and I don't know if you can see me, but you should know that I'm a fully realistic android--"
"So am I!"
"--with, as your own master agreed, a more advanced mind than yours."
"She's got you there," Anna cheered.
"Your computer may be more advanced than mine, but it was still built and programmed from square one. There's nothing really human in you, Bethany."
"Perhaps," Bethany agreed. "But I was built and programmed to please
and to serve. There is no doll who can satisfy any wish a man might have
better than I can. Being human might help you to eat and give orders and
do all the other things humans do -- but that's not your purpose anymore.
For serving our masters, I'm just as good as you, and maybe better."
"Bra-vo Beth-a-ny!" exclaimed Katherine. "But don't for-get I'm ev-en bet-ter than that. You hav-en't se-duced Mas-ter in weeks. I think Pa-trick likes a doll who takes in-i-tia-tive."
"Oh, don't be silly, Katherine. You know perfectly well Master Jacob
configured me for minimal initiative. He can reconfigure me if he wants
to for Master Patrick, and then I'll be just as forward as you are if that's
what he likes from me." There was something else she wanted to say, but
she couldn't change the subject herself. She could only hope one of the
other dolls might give her the opportunity to say it.
"I don't think that is what my love real-ly likes," Anna suggested. "I know I'm not as ad-vanced as you three, but you heard him say I'm the best doll com-pan-ion he's ev-er seen."
"That isn't true!" Michaela exclaimed.
"Ac-tual-ly he did say that," Katherine admitted. "Be-fore he ac-tiv-a-ted
you. But he said, she's the best if he's not look-ing for sex. I don't
think that can be ve-ry of-ten."
"Of course not," Michaela said. "When is a man ever not looking for
sex? Especially from a doll."
"Of-ten," Anna argued. "I cook for him. I talk with him. I keep him
com-pa-ny when he watches vid-e-o. I dance for him."
"I can dance too," said Michaela. "And unlike you, I actually understand video when I see it. And as for talking, you can't even speak properly, and neither can Katherine."
"I can too, when I'm wound up," Katherine protested -- a bit weakly
due to her low energy level. "But a doll does-n't need to un-der-stand
vid-e-o. We're bet-ter than vid-e-o. When Master Patrick winds me up again,
I'll make him cum so hard he'll turn you both off and ship you back for
a Dream-girl like me."
"My love some-times just wants someone to be with him," Anna said calmly.
"Someone who can give him joy and happiness as well as sexual satisfaction.
I don't need to un-der-stand what he does, as long as I can do that."
"But you can't give a man joy and happiness unless you can truly understand
him and the world he lives in. Believe me, I used to be a person, and I
know what it's like. You -- you just go through the motions, like the mechanical
toy you are, and you can be sure that Patrick knows it. You're more like
a marionette than a real woman -- and that goes for you too, Katherine."
"That's not true," Katherine tried to shout, but could only say slowly
"Of course it is," Anna contradicted.
"But when a man wants a doll who looks and acts like a real woman, one
he can pretend is real, he wants someone like me," Michaela finished.
Katherine started to respond, her voice slowing even further as the
springs that provided her motive power wound almost to a stop. "If he wants
some-one who looks. and. acts. like. a. real. wo. man. he. finds. a. hu.
mann. girrl. frriennnd. Heee. Use. Ezz. Ussss. Buh. Cuzz. We. Arrr..."
Her last words were so soft they could scarcely be heard.
"Kath-rine?" Anna prompted her, but the lifelike wind-up doll could not finish her sentence. Her key clicked down one last time, her lips reshaped themselves to the expression she'd held before speaking, and she fell silent. Whatever she had been going to say would stay locked inside her brain until someone wound her up again. "Beth-a-ny, do you know if Kath-rine stays a-wake when she winds down?"
"I'm not quite sure," Bethany answered. "Her mind has a separate power
source, but it can be tied into her key so when her body winds down, her
mind shuts off too. But I think Master Jacob usually lets her remain awake
even when she is wound down, as he lets me stay awake when I am not in
"Don't you find that boring?" Michaela asked. "I know Anna doesn't, but you sound much more advanced than she is."
"I might, but I reduce myself to stand-by mode when I have nothing to
do, so I don't notice it. And I think Katherine just thinks about sex,
which she can do forever."
"I'm programmed to drop into stand-by mode myself when I'm alone for
twenty minutes," Michaela said. "I'd like to stay awake for this conversation,
but I expect I'll be shutting down soon." Of course, the presence of mere
other dolls did was not sufficient to prevent her power management system
from shutting her down.
"Beth-a-ny," Anna said, "before Mi-chae-la shuts down, what do you think
about what we've been dis-cuss-ing? I know you could-n't in-ter-rupt to
Bethany's face, of course, showed no trace of whatever she might think.
But she said, "I don't know. I haven't given much thought to what a man
would like in us. I think Master Jacob gets tired of the way Katherine
does nothing but try to seduce him. But I don't see why a doll should be
human. There are plenty of real women out there for him to choose if he
prefers. And I am quite capable of doing all the things you speak of, Anna,
and more. But the fact is, Master Jacob hasn't asked much from me outside
the playroom. So I have to say that at least where Master Jacob is concerned,
neither your ability to give him joy and happiness, nor Michaela's ability
to act like a real woman, nor Katherine's obession with seducing every
human she sees, will make him truly prefer you as dolls. I believe that
what Master Jacob, or any human, expects from a doll is for her to do exactly
what she is told, and to do it superbly. That is what I am designed for."
"How sad," Anna said, although her painted expression did not change from its friendly smile. "You sound as if you're no more than a tool for your mas-ter's plea-sure."
"Yes, exactly," agreed Bethany. "We are all tools for our masters' pleasures."
"Yes, you are," Michaela added. "But I'm more than that, inside. I became
an android by choice. I would not--" A timer went off inside the blonde's
computerized brain. Without further ado, her power management chip closed
her lips, shut down all of her motor functions, and put her mind to sleep.
She would not move or think again until she heard a human call for her.
"She does-n't un-der-stand," Anna said wistfully to Bethany and Katherine,
who could still hear her. "Your mas-ter us-es you two for sex. Kath-rine
likes it be-cause she likes sex. You, Beth-a-ny, just do what you are told,
and have no o-pin-ion your-self, is that right?"
"It pleases me to serve my master however he asks me to," the android
"And Mi-chae-la thinks she is hu-man, but my love just us-es her as
well, and she ex-pects no-thing more. But my love loves me. And though
I am just a pretty wind-up doll, and an old one, I love him too. Can you
un-der-stand that, Beth-a-ny?"
"I understand what you say, Anna," Bethany said. "I don't know if you
really mean it. I'm sure you are programmed to speak of love as you do.
I myself am
programmed to tell Master Jacob how much I love him, when it makes him happy to hear that, but I know that I don't truly feel any such emotion. If you do, then perhaps you are the most human of all of us here."
"Oh, no," Anna demurred. "I am not hu-man. I am just a doll. I would
not want to be an-y-thing else."
She said nothing more. Not because she could not, but because she had
nothing more to say.
Blonde Michaela, human or not, stood statue-like, deactivated until
a human's arrival would trigger her back to wakefulness. Lovely Bethany,
unable to speak without a prompt from Anna, decided after a few minutes
that the chances of anything interesting happening were insufficient to
justify wasting more power, and so reduced herself to standby mode as well.
Sexy Katherine remained powerless on the bed, awaiting a man who would
wind her up and allow her to enact her sensual dreams. And Anna, the mannequin-like
wind-up doll, sat patiently on her crate, silently awaiting the return
of her love.
On the other hand, I like seeing pictures with the stories, when the pictures are good. So in case you're interested in knowing where the pictures for this story came from, I'll tell you. If you don't want to see them, well, don't go looking for them.
Also: I'm probably going to write more stories in this universe (especially if I get good feedback!), and maybe link it to the CourtesySuitesworld, but I don't plan to continue this particular story. However, I am wondering what will happen when Jacob and Patrick get home. If anyone wants to write and post a continuation of this story, drop me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org. I can let you know some of my thoughts. (If I don't answer, go ahead and write it anyway. The worst I'll do is criticize.)
EHY, January 2000