H is for Heuristic

by RobotMan

Part 75 – Feeling

The woman beside Byron was warm, but unyielding and still.  She was dressed in the jeans and sweater that she had left the cabin in, but that didn't stop Byron from reaching out to touch and caress her unresponsive body.

As much as he wanted her to be the woman he loved again, he didn't mind if her body didn't move right now.  It was so good to have her close again.  He snuggled up next to her and gratefully took the heat she shed while charging.

His hands eventually found their way to her breasts and her vagina.  He had great hopes of bringing her systems back on-line to enjoy this with him.  He resolved to be as appreciative as he could of his hosts - Mike and his fembots.  They were the only ones who could help him get Heather back.

Over in the other room, Love was in the air.  If not Love, then Lust.  Mike had emerged from the washroom to one of the finest things he could see.   Even though he had seen it dozens of times now, it still sent those magical shivers of pure pleasure all through his body.

Tammy was dressed up in black satin and lace lingerie.  Garter, suspenders, nylons, high-cut panties - the works.  Her hands were on her hips, and her facemask was set in an expression as blank as she knew how to make.

Mike grinned and nearly drooled at the sight of his woman doing her best to turn him on.  His erection shot to attention as he let it out of the fly of his boxers.

Tammy did her robot act like a human woman simply could not.  She moved as stiffly and jerkily as she had seen the maidbot move back at Robot Lab Six.  In fact, her whole act was based on that particular model.

Thanks to her high-quality speaker, the true-to-life sounds of whirring servos accompanied her every stiff, mechanical move.  And just like the maidbots, Tammy emitted a gloriously constant stream of coldly computerised tones, beeps, buzzes and clicks.

Mike had to hold on to his cock on the way over, he was so turned on.

Tammy turned her head stiffly to look his way.  She made the motorised whirring sounds through her speaker as she did.  Then she turned her body just as stiffly.  She kept her head unmoving and aimed right at him.

"HELLO.... HUMAN..." she said.  Because her voice was already digital, she could make it sound truly and beautifully electronic and artificial. 

It turned him on even more.

"MY... NAME... IS... TAMMY...." she said as he enjoyed the show.  Her synthetic voice was a slow, steady rhythmic monotone.  It sounded like her usual voice, but was so clearly and obviously digital and synthesised.

"I... AM... ROBOT... NUMBER... 704483A..." she said, knowing in her electronic mind just how horny she was making him.  "I... AM... PROGRAMMED... TO... PROVIDE... YOU... WITH ... PLEASURE..."

Mike could hardly wait to jump her any more than he could smile wider than he was.  He held his throbbing cock and let her go on.

"I... AM... PROGRAMMED... TO... OBEY... YOUR... COMMANDS..." she said.  She reached up ever so slowly and stiffly to her head, making motorised motion sounds amid her seductive series of clicks, beeps and buzzes through her speaker.  Her hands, looking so very much like plastic now, grabbed the sides of her face, which was so expressionless and blank that it too looked more like what it really was.  With an amplified click and a loud beep, the facemask came off in her mechanical hands.

Slowly, stiffly, and seductively with true robot motion she brought the mask away from the now uncovered front of her head.  The electronic sounds being produced by her speaker were a little louder now, and a little more clearly synthetic.  The usual dance of bright coloured LEDs that went on behind her face was intensified now for his benefit.

He fell in love all over again.  This was his perfect companion.

"DO... YOU... THINK... I... AM... PRETTY...?" she asked.

"Yes." he said as he laid his hands gently on her shoulders.

"DO... YOU... THINK... I... AM... SEXY...?" she asked.

"Yes." he said.  He took the facemask out of her stiff hands and laid it down gently on the bed behind her.  He stroked the artificial skin on the side of her head, his fingers tracing the sharp outline where the human appearance ended and the purely electronic visage began.

"You are SO sexy." he said softly into her left microphone.

"I... AM... PROGRAMMED... FOR... SEX..." she said in her monotone while she beeped and blooped like a computer.  Her painted round glass eyeballs stayed perfectly motionless and locked directly on to his love-struck gaze.

"I... AM... THE... LATEST... IN... ANDROID... TECHNOLOGY..." she said while he held her close and slid his hands down her smooth plastic back.  His fingertips went over her satin bra strap, and down greedily to the sensual satin triangle formed by her panties on her warm mechanical backside.

She still stared perfectly straight ahead now, her opened head aimed at his neck.  "DO... YOU... ENJOY... FEELING... MY... ROBOT... BODY...?" she asked.

"I sure do, you sexy machine you." he growled.

He clutched and squeezed the fembot's sexy round buns through the smooth, cool fabric.  His fingertips ran themselves along the very bottom edge of her perfect silicone buns, and across the rounded rear of her sexy, curvaceous thighs.

"I... WAS... CONSTRUCTED... TO... BE... AN... IRRESISTIBLE... FEMALE... HUMANOID... ROBOT..." she said over her electro-mechanical love song of synthesised beeps.  "YOU... CAN... NOT... RESIST... MY... SEXY... SILICONE... BODY... AND... MY... SEXY... ELECTRONIC... INTERNAL... COMPONENTS..."

Mike pulled himself away a bit and looked at those beautiful lights, wires and microchips around her eyes and speaker.  She was so obviously right, even if it was all part of her little play-act.

"I love you, Tammy robot." he said as he stroked the skin still remaining on her neck.  He bent down to give that sensor-laden area some light, teasing kisses.

Tammy stayed flawlessly in character, even as he stroked his hand down her front, over her satin-covered C-cup tits, over her cute silicone navel, and down over the triangle of smooth black fabric on the front of her sexy, womanly hips.

He watched the lights inside her head flash and change as he applied stimulus to her artificial vagina.  He felt the satin as it covered the familiar shape of her beautiful lips and clit.  He could feel the slow, hot stream of robot girl juice turn into a flood as he pressed her plastic clitoris like a button.

"MY... ELECTRONIC... VAGINAL... UNIT... IS... READY... TO... CONNECT... TO... YOUR... HUMAN... PENIS..." she said.

Mike walked behind her and gave her sexy round butt another good feel.  Then he flipped open her recharge port so he could have some more circuitry to look at.  The sight was heavenly - her sexy hourglass figure, dressed in satin lingerie, and revealing her android insides while she made such wonderfully inhuman sounds.

"Bend over, robot." he commanded.

"YES... MASTER..." she said in that perfectly unreal way.  He heard the sound of motorised whirring again as his woman bent over slowly and stiffly at the waist.

He looked at the LEDs flashing in her recharge port, and saw the light from the ones inside her head reflect off the white sheets on the bed in front of them.  He stroked the sides of her warm smooth body and brought his hands down her backside to her crotch.

"TAMMY... ROBOT... NUMBER...704483A... READY... FOR... SEXUAL... INTERFACE..." she said.. She knew what was coming next.

Mike put his index finger between her holes and the small strip of black satin that covered them.  He pulled the stretchy fabric aside so that it would stay out of his way.  Then as if he could wait no more, he stuck his willing flesh into the robot's tight, wet and warm vagina.

"HUMAN... AND... ROBOT... CONNECTED..." Tammy announced in her synthetic voice.  "PLEASURE... EMULATION... CIRCUITRY... ACTIVATED..."

Mike pumped in and out, needing to cling tightly to Tammy's sides to keep his balance.  He was so horny he had gotten lightheaded, and could barely keep his last big load inside.

With a final hard thrust, he squeezed her thighs and held her close as he came into her plastic cavity.  He had his eyes closed, but was thinking about her face - her real fembot face of microchips and transistors that lay underneath the beautiful silicone mask.

"SEXUAL... INTERFACE... SESSION... COMPLETE... " She said robotically as he caught his breath and returned to Earth. 

He stepped back.  Tammy stood up straight again, accompanied by her mechanical motor sounds and electronic beeps and buzzes.

She turned her body stiffly around to face him.  Still in ultra-robotic mode, she said "THANK... YOU... FOR... USING... TAMMY... ROBOT... NUMBER... 704483A... FOR... YOUR... SEXUAL... GRATIFICATION..."

Mike was high on the afterglow.  He retrieved her facemask and lovingly clicked it back into place.

Tammy went back to acting like a person.  "How was that?" she asked with a playful, musical laugh.

He looked at her soft silicone face and answered with a deep, long, and very wet kiss that pushed her back onto the bed.  Now she made very human and very feminine sounds through her speaker.  She moaned and squealed at just the right moments and in just the right way as he gave her some pleasure - enjoying her amazingly real tits, ass, mouth and vagina again.

Part 76 – Packing

Byron could hardly believe the sounds that bled through the insufficiently thick motel walls.  He could hear the way Tammy 'talked' and some of the things she said.

He layed awake with open eyes in the dark as the two of them played around.  It was even more plain now.  Mike really did love all of that machinery for what it was.

Byron held Heather tight as he tried to sleep.  He was more sure than ever now that he had fallen in love with the person she had been , and would be again.

Eventually, the noises both inside and out died down and the night came to pass.  Sleep came to Mike and to Byron just as electricity came to Tammy and Anya.  The dark and silent hours rejuvenated the travelers, and got them more or less ready for the next day of work.

 At five o'clock exactly, the pretty brunette robots woke the humans they were guarding.  Tammy crawled on top of her man and kissed him out of his sleep.  Anya simply turned her head and loudly stated "It is five o'clock."

Mike was still having Tammy take care of his morning wood while Byron was in the shower, hoping to beat the rush to the almost hot water.  An hour was enough time for both of them to get all of their things together and leave this place.

Still in diagnostic mode, Heather was passive and unmoving under the covers in bed.  Her AI programs had not been even detected by her system yet, let alone booted up to run.  In this state she was no more a person than Byron's new laptop.

Tammy and Anya had both computed the same thing overnight.  They both had exactly the same plan devised to fix Heather's new circuitry so it would be fully operational in all her modes.  The best part was, they both knew it could be done with the parts they had leftover from the previous two days of work.

So while Mike was finally in the shower, Tammy went ahead and sorted through the leftover parts.  It was an easy job, so she amused her computer mind by replaying the sights, sounds and sensations she had experienced the night before.  She got extreme pleasure from knowing that she turned her master on so much.  And being such a horny robot, she couldn't help but revel in her high-tech artificialness.

Anya sat still in the chair while she waited for Byron.  She hadn't moved much in over eight hours.  She wanted to devise a plan for seducing Byron again, but her new programming put an end to her desire for that particular conquest.

So she just sat there, waiting for her next instructions.  They came in the form of Byron telling her to leave.  He was done his shower and wanted no more of Anya, new programming or not.

Anya got up and wandered in her awkward way over to the other room.  She knocked on the door and stood stiff and still as Tammy looked through the peephole.

"Hi gorgeous." Tammy said to the other android.

"Hello Tammy." she said exactly like she always did.

Tammy held the door open and looked around.  "Where's Byron and Heather?"

Anya turned around slowly and said "Byron is dressing.  Heather is lying in Byron's bed."

Tammy checked her internal chronometer.  "Well, they have another half hour.  Let's get our stuff packed."

Tammy walked over and gave the statuesque fembot a kiss.  They got all of their things sorted and packed in the manner that machines were known for.

Mike came out of the washroom and dropped his towel on the floor when he saw both Anya and Tammy in the room.

"Hi gorgeous." he said to Anya.

She finished what she was doing and stiffly looked up at him.  "Hello Mike." she said.

"You missed a fun time last night." he said as he embraced her and kissed her.  He stood back and played around with her tits under her shirt.  "Tammy did her little robot act for me again."

Tammy blushed cutely.  "Anything for our favourite human." she said.

Anya stared at Mike.  "If we successfully repair the Heather robot today I will act like a robot for you tonight."

Mike smiled at her silly, sexy statement.  "Sure thing, babe.  By the way, what are the odds of getting Heather all fixed up for good this time?"

Anya busied herself by computing the exact mathematical odds of that occurrence.

"Tammy, you answer that." Mike said.  Even though Anya was incredibly sexy to him when she did things like that, Mike wasn't in the mood to hear a long string of numbers that early in the morning.

"Odds are pretty good." Tammy said as she continued to pack.  "We have all the equipment and parts we need, and I've figured out exactly what I need to do to fix her."

"Right on." Mike said.  He went to go get dressed.

His fembots were finished packing quickly.  He ordered Tammy to check out at the front desk, and Anya to phone Byron and ask him if he wanted help.

The ladies followed his orders and set on completing their assigned tasks.  Tammy put on her coat and shoes and walked outside while Anya sat down on the bed and picked up the phone.

Byron had already gotten most of his things packed away and had even shaved.  His shopping bags full of belongings and the heavy and apparently now useless aluminum case were sitting by the door.

He heard the phone ring as he was sitting across from Heather, looking longingly into her unmoving eyes.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello Byron, this is Anya." she said.

"Hi." he answered.

"Do you require assistance?" she asked.

Byron looked at his watch.  "As long as Heather can understand my orders to stand up and walk to the car, then no."

Anya calculated the meaning of his statement.  "Goodbye Byron." she said blankly.

"Bye." he said.

Mike watched her hang up.  "I'll start the car.  Make sure we aren't leaving anything behind." he told her.

"Yes Mike." she said.

They both stood up and did as he had said.  Mike met back up with Tammy outside.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Oui." she said.

"Go see how Byron's doing." Mike said.  "I got Anya to ask him, but I don't think he likes her a whole lot."

Tammy made a little smile.  "Sure." she said.  Her mouth pumped out vaporised water from one of her fluid cannisters to make her look like she had breath.  She looked perfectly real thanks to that kind of technological trick.

Mike waited for Anya and got into the back seat with her.  He decided to pass the remaining minutes by using his other robot as a kissing partner.

Tammy knocked on Byron's door.  He took a while to answer.  When he did, he kind of looked at her funny.  He couldn't help but think of what he had overheard the night before.

She recognised his look as being out of the ordinary, but her digital intuition was still not as developed as that of a human being.

"Hi Tammy." he said.  "No hard feelings about last night?"

After the shortest instant, when she was done computing the meaning of what he had said, she replied "Of course not."  She showed him one of the friendly smiles her facemask could make.  "And I have good news.  Heather should be back to normal pretty soon."

Byron looked nervously around behind Tammy.  "Can you come in here?" he said.

Tammy walked inside.

"She's not responding to any commands." he said.

Heather was lying on her side still, completely motionless.

"Her system must have frozen." Tammy commented.  "We're not designed to stay in diagnostic mode."

"Can you get her working again?"

"We'll try all of that at the next motel." she said.  "For now we'll just carry her to the car."

"Okay." Byron said.  "Can you help me with my stuff?"

"Absolutely." she said with her warm, pretty smile.

Byron checked out her sexy butt as she bent over to pick up the aluminum case on the floor.  It only made him wish to have Heather's cute synthetic derriere back in gear.

Mike and Anya brought their backseat kissing session to an end as Tammy and Byron began to put his things in the trunk

Mike got out and asked "Where's Heather?"

"We'll bring her out." said Tammy.

Mike gestured his understanding and went to go sit in the front passenger seat.  He watched the scene through the mirror as Tammy and Byron carried the unmoving fembot back into the car.

Byron propped Heather up in the middle between him and Anya again while Tammy went behind the wheel.

With the trunk and the seats full, the car pulled slowly out of the parking lot of the crappy motel and down the streets of the charming French town.

"We have a lot of driving to do.  I'll stop at a drive-thru for you to humans." Tammy said.

"Alright." Byron said.  He had already resigned himself to more fast food until things had settled down more.

Mike turned on the radio and tried to catch some more sleep.  Pleasant visions and memories of charged electronic circuitry flashed through his head as he fantasised again about his women.

Part 77 – Frets And Fantasies

Though the car's heaters pumped out lots of warm air, and though the seats were plush and cosy, the long ride to the next town was cold and uncomfortable for the humans.  Both were keeping their raw nerves hidden from view, but both were well aware that they were getting under each other's skin.

Mike was able to sleep for a couple of hours, glad to have such a vigilant partner at the wheel.  He trusted her more than anyone, and smiled as he thought about her.  When he lazily woke himself up after his nap, he looked over to see her.  She was looking straight ahead with a determined and alert look on her face.  Her silver hoop earrings made the most motion as she turned her head to look at him.

She smiled and winked.  She was so amazing.  Such subtlety, yet all so contrived.  He wondered if deep down inside her advanced processors really understood just what she meant to him.

Mike looked back at Anya, who sat and looked exactly as she had more than two hours earlier.  She wasn't as precious to Mike as Tammy was, but she was loved.  And he loved having an extra fembot along for the ride.

He closed his eyes again and reminded himself how lucky he was.

Byron was just now starting to doze off.  He had spent the time thinking about Heather, about Fembot Command and about Ottawa.  Maybe thinking wasn't the right word for it.  His strained thoughts went nowhere, and got him to exactly the same place.  Byron couldn't stand the impasse that reality had plunked down in front of him.

Here was the administrator - the boss - unable to take charge of the situation or even do what he wanted to do.  He relied now on Mike and his toys for his very survival.  Only the other fembots could fix Heather.  Only they could protect him and his love from those heartless robots from whose iron clutches he had escaped.

And the woman he loved wasn't even real.  He knew she was just a broken machine, and he found himself wondering if he really did love her.  Maybe he was mistaken.   It wasn't a machine he wanted as a companion.

But the right pattern of brain waves soon made themselves dominant in his tired head, and he drifted into sleep.  It helped a lot that the inside of the car was the warmest place he had been for days.  Waves of slumber came and accumulated themselves over his worries until his subconscious took over.

Beside him, the almost fixed Heather unit stared out as vacantly as Anya did.  Her only running application - diagnostic mode - had crashed, and the only bits of data that flowed through her processors were meaningless repetitions of error messages.

On her left, the sexy Anya unit sat and looked ahead the same way, but she was busy computing all kinds of things.  After being shown Tammy's digital fantasies through their connecting cable, Anya had figured out how to provide her own circuitry with erotically charged data.

She calculated and computed her 'human fetish', and watched video clips of Mike, and of Byron as well.  She fantasised about Byron making love to her instead of rejecting her.  She imagined what it would be like to watch Byron make love to Heather.  And like some contagion, the lust for electronic circuitry that Tammy had gotten from Mike had made its way into Anya.

Anya made up a lovely scene of Heather naked and missing all of her removable panel covers.  With beautifully bright LEDs of many colours flashing from her android insides, a naked Byron got on top of her.  The human inserted his hard penis inside the newly repaired Heather unit, and then invited Anya to join them.

As Anya played and replayed that fantasy, Tammy kept her cameras on the road and indulged in digital fantasies of her own.  This black haired robot didn't much care for Byron, but she still had the biggest crush on his plastic and metal companion.

And Tammy's fantasies were ultra-realistic compared to Anya's.  Tammy's new favourite scene was based on the handful of times Mike had taken his fembot to see some strippers.  While part of her computing power kept the car safely on the road, another large portion was watching Heather dance lithely around a pole.  The red lights flashed to the loud music as the cute brunette machine swung her hips in time, twirling her vinyl lingerie around as she took it off and discarded it to the stage full of money.

When the Heather robot in Tammy's mind was fully naked, she smiled a wry smile at the cheering crowd and made a mock shrug of her shoulders.  Then she began to expose more of herself to the horny men beyond the brass rails and lights that bordered the stage.  All the men cheered when she began to remove all those rectangular pieces of realistic artificial skin that covered the access panels built into her sexy body.

One by one, she took them off and laid them down on top of the pile of her slutty stage clothes.  She knelt down, and to the beat of the music crawled over to where Tammy imagined herself to be sitting.  Heather smiled and rocked her chest back and forth while the lights inside danced to their own off-kilter, random looking rhythm.  Her perky tits jiggled along, stimulating Tammy as much as the computer parts beneath.

Then like no stripper had ever done, the Heather unit in Tammy's fantasy removed her facemask.  The crowd of drunk and horny men howled and clapped with delight at the sight of the unquestionably inhuman interior of the stripper's pretty head.

Tammy closed her eyes for just a moment and smiled.  She was quite impressed by all the naughty visions she could come up with.  She thoroughly enjoyed every nanosecond of her binary imaginings, but made sure not to get herself too aroused while she was driving. 

That single warning from Mike a couple of days ago was enough for her.  Her obedience to him was automatic, but her love for him was all encompassing and based on all he had given and shown her. 

And those beautiful and effective fantasies were all his fault.

Part 78 - Another Arrival

Just as the long car trip was starting to make the living beings inside the car rather weary, highway signs and buildings appeared on the side of the road.

"Almost there." Mike said.  It was the first time someone had spoken in over three hours.

Several more minutes of silence followed that until signs for motels began to appear.

"Tammy," Mike said, drive by some of these motels and do some infrared scans.  Try to find one without a whole lot of heat escaping."

The robot behind the wheel computed his statement.  "Sure, but what good will that do?"

"Well, I figure if not so much heat escapes, it will be nice and warm inside." he explained.

"What if it's just cold to begin with?" she asked.

Mike thought about that.  "Yeah, you're right.  Screw it.  Just find one that looks expensive."

Tammy smirked as she rounded the turn in the road.  "Have you ever thought about upgrading your brain to an electronic model?"

"Shut up." he sniped.

She kept on teasing him.  "My hardwired circuits can run circles around that lump of dough you call a brain."

"Shut up." he said louder.

"I'm smarter than Mi-ike... I'm smarter than Mi-ike..." she sang in a taunting way, swaying her head left to right as she did.

Mike started to laugh.  Tammy's speech broke up into laughter as well.

Byron had been looking out the window up till now, but Tammy's behaviour caught his attention once more.  It was hard to look at her and tell himself convincingly that she was only a machine.  He couldn't wait to get a good long look at her programming.

He then noticed that he too was smiling.  He decided to try to let it stay on his face for a while.

The car crept into the driveway of the nicest looking motel in the area.  Again, the sexy black-haired fembot went to get them two rooms.  Byron watched her walk to the front office and got butterflies in his stomach in expectation of seeing Heather finally fixed.

He leaned forward and spoke to Anya. "Are you and Tammy going to work on Heather right away?"

Anya sat there for a barely noticeable moment and mechanically turned her head.  "Yes." she said, then turned her head back to face forward.

"Once she's back on her feet, we'll leave you two alone until supper." Mike said.

Byron looked at him.  "Alright, but I was hoping that, if it's not too much, that I could look at Tammy's programming while Anya fixes Heather."

"Sure." Mike said.  "What you say, Anya?  Can you fix Heather by yourself?"

Again, Anya turned robotically to face her master and replied "Yes".

Tammy came out smiling and held up the room keys for the men to see.  She walked to the car and got back in.

"Ready to rock and roll." she said cheerfully.

"Hey," Mike said to her, "Byron wants to look at your programming while Anya fixes Heather.

Tammy started the car again and said "I have a better idea.  I need you two guys to go shopping one more time."

Byron was a little confused.  "I thought you said you had everything you need?" he asked her.

"I'll explain when we get into our room." she said as she drove them around the building to their rooms.

This time there were some other travelers unpacking bags from the back of their own car.  Neither the men nor the fembots needed to point out that they should wait for them to finish before they carried Heather into the room.

Tammy parked and waited in silence with the others for the people to hurry up and finish. 

"Okay, I'll explain my idea now." she said as she turned around in her seat to talk to Byron and Mike.

She reached out and probed her fingers around the side of Mike's head.

"What are you doing?" he said as he gently swatted her arm away.

"Looking for the 'On' switch to that brain of yours." she said.

"Ha ha." Mike said in a deadpan way.  "Get on with it, robot."

Tammy smiled at him and told them her idea.  "We're going to build a special backpack for Heather so she can make use of her fluid cannisters while she has sex."

She was looking at Byron now.  Byron found himself reluctant to talk about that aspect, although he knew he would miss that realism.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked Tammy.

"Come on Byron, I know you'd want Heather to be able to cum." she said bluntly.

Byron gave in. "Alright.  But that backpack could be removed, right?"

"Of course." Tammy said.  "We'll need more parts so we can modify one of her access panels and give it an intake valve you can plug the hoses into."

Byron tried to imagine Heather naked with all that stuff fastened and plugged into her.  "Just make sure she still looks real without it."

Tammy knew exactly what he meant.  "She'll look as real as she does now." she assured him.

"Those people are finished." Mike pointed out.

"Let's get her inside." Byron said.

Tammy went to unlock their rooms while Mike and Byron lifted the dormant brown-haired lady out of the back seat.  They carried her in through the open door as quickly and inconspicuously as they could.

Anya walked inside too as Mike and Tammy got some of their bags out of the trunk.

The party settled into their rooms as they had done at the last place they had stayed.  The humans took care of their biological needs while the robots prepared themselves for more repair work.

When Byron came back from his room, Tammy handed him another little white shopping list.

He looked it over while Mike gave satisfying goodbye kisses and gropes to his electronic companions.

Byron put his hands in his coat pocket while he waited for Mike to finish with Tammy.

"Be good." Mike said to her softly as they held each other.

"Yes Master." she purred before launching her French-kissing subroutines one more time.

Byron got impatient, and a little jealous as he looked at his own inoperative fembot.  "Can we go now?" he asked.

The lovers pulled apart, gave another quick touch of their lips and said goodbye.  Mike waved at the statue-like Anya unit and followed Byron out the door.

Tammy looked at Anya.  "Take off your shirt and open your chest panel." she said with a smile as she got out of her jacket in preparation to do the same.  "I'll upload Idea 2.0 into your memory banks."

Part 79 – Triad

While the boys were speeding away on another shopping trip, Tammy and Anya went topless and plugged into each other - chest to chest.  Each robot found and connected to the other, and the pulsating blaze of electricity that was their communication began.

Idea 2.0, as Tammy had termed it, was just another gratuitous sexual excursion for her and the Anya unit to enjoy.

The playful smile that appeared on Tammy's facemask marked the point where enough ones and zeroes had crossed through the wire to give Anya the gist of what she had in mind.

Tammy smiled even more as she crossed her beautiful lips with her index finger.  "Shhh." she quietly hissed.  "Don't tell Mike!"

Anya just stood there as Tammy giggled and finished transferring that chunk of data.  The next series of pulses they shared were just details on how to proceed with the task of repairing the still broken Heather unit.

They quickly got to work, staying connected once more to better coordinate their actions.  The modifications they had planned out took hardly any time at all to complete, and in less than thirty minutes, they put their tools down and looked at each other.

"Show time." Tammy said, showing her flair for simulated humanness.

Both fembots, one on either side of the prostrate Heather unit, turned their attention to what they had just repaired.  Tammy's realistic finger reached out for Heather's power button, and pressed it.

The nanoseconds seemed like milliseconds to Tammy as she waited eagerly for what would come next.

Electricity flowed around Heather's body, awakening her dormant systems from their stasis.  Each circuit that received power relayed it to the next, and so on until the mass of machinery that was Byron's pretty girlfriend was reactivated.

"Heather robot number 742655A-FC activated." she announced.  "Loading peripheral extensions.... loading.... loading.... "

Anya stared down with her beautiful but emotionless face.  Without the human-emulating software that Tammy had, she could generate no feelings of anticipation or anxiety.

As for Tammy, those synthetic feelings were in full digital bloom as she closely watched the fembot on the bed and tried to push away the nagging computation that they should wait until Byron was present to turn Heather back on.

But the brown-haired robot lady came back to full functionality, without her master in the room.

Heather darted her eyes around and made some basic calculations on the data they recorded.  She saw her fellow fembots, but none of the humans she had known.

"What happened?" she said, her sweet girlish voice sounding fully real.

She sat up in the bed and looked down at the opened cavity in her naked body.

"I've been modified..." she said.

"She's back!" Tammy said excitedly to Anya.

Anya stared back coldly.

"Welcome back Heather." Tammy said.  She leaned over and planted an excited kiss on Heather's silicone lips.

Surprise flashed through Heather's processors.  There was so much data that did not compute.

Tammy kept kissing her though, and soon enough Heather began to like it.  Her mouth and tongue slowly started making the same kind of movements as Tammy's.

Heather's sexual systems began to initialise and boot up.  As they did, her higher cognitive systems sorted through all her memories and all her programming.

Still kissing Tammy's lips, her speaker emitted her voice as clear as it could.  "Where's Byron?"

Tammy pulled away and looked lovingly at the plastic woman.  She unplugged her cable from Anya's chest and delicately plugged into the rebuilt chest panel in Heather's.

"I'll tell you everything." Tammy said, then poured out detailed memory files of all that had happened since the shooting.

In less than a minute, Heather found out what had gone on.  Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she calculated the meaning and ramifications of all that data.

She was momentarily overwhelmed.  Tammy pulled out the connection cable, from Heather and from herself as well.  She closed her chest panel and did the same for Anya.

Heather still just sat there, staring off into nothing.  The closest analogue to a human emotion that she currently experienced was amazement.  She couldn't believe that Byron, Mike, Tammy and Anya had gone through so much trouble for her.  She was just a machine, after all.

She looked at Tammy, her mouth still wet with her saliva, and said "Thank you so much."

Tammy smiled and grabbed Heather's patched-up hand.  She gently tugged and pulled the pretty android into a standing position.  She reached over and grabbed her torso cover, and snapped it back into place.

Heather was still flush with surprise, and just stood there watching Tammy move.  For now, the only thing that turned her on was Byron.  Tammy hoped that would change.

"I have some new data I would like to share with you." Tammy said as she scanned Heather's optical sensors with her own.  "I have a crush on you."

Heather looked down at the newly replaced torso cover, then at Anya, then back to Tammy.  "I don't understand." she said.

"I compute the same data that the Tammy unit does when I visually scan your body." Anya said.

Tammy started undressing the rest of the way.  So did Anya.

Heather looked around the room, and at both the other fembots.  "I don't understand." she said again.

"We want to have sex with you." Tammy said as she started to stroke Heather's delicate pink pussy.

Heather watched Tammy's hand move.  She wanted to cum, but knew she couldn't.

Anya went behind her and stroked her bare shoulders.  She rhythmically and methodically kissed her neck while her hands went down Heather's smooth back.

"I... I have sex with Byron.  Byron is the Master Unit." Heather said.  "I don't know how to get aroused by Tammy and Anya."

"We'll show you." Tammy said as she moved in for another kiss.

Four robotic hands caressed Heather's shapely silicone buns and breasts while two plastic mouths gave her kisses that efficiently tingled her computerised desires into activation.

Part 80 – Play

Tammy finished kissing Heather and stood back to behold the pretty android.  The look on her face told Tammy that she wanted more, but Heather was a bit confused by all this touching.

"Is this right?" Heather asked quietly while Anya started nibbling her ear.

Tammy smiled at Heather.  "Of course it is." she said as she reached out to stroke her cheek.  "This is what we were all made for."

Heather reached up and stroked Tammy's arm with her fingertips.  She closed her eyes and said "This feels so good...."

"We can stimulate your sensors in ways you never would have computed were possible." Anya said coldly as she felt her way up and down the curves of Heather's waist.

Heather slowly opened her eyes again as she began to simulate heavier breathing.  She saw Tammy still smiling, and now moving her hands down to fondle her beautifully shaped breasts.

Tammy still maintained eye contact with Byron's woman and said "You're so pretty."

They started kissing again while Anya began to rub her finger around Heather's anus.  The brown-haired robot girl let out a surprised squeal in the middle of her kiss, then spread her legs to give Anya more room to work.

Tammy had already transferred her plans to rebuild Heather's fluid secretion capabilities, and Heather couldn't wait to have them back again.

Just as she was up to the point where she would have began to cum, Heather felt and watched Tammy take a step back.

She looked at Tammy, and wanted to speak but was too distracted by what Anya was doing to her from behind.

Heather licked her lips and bent over for Anya, who got into a better position and started to stimulate Heather's vagina as well.

Tammy stepped over a pile of her clothes on the floor and went over to one of her bags.  She felt around inside for a while until she found what she wanted.  She pulled out a lovely lace and mesh lingerie outfit.  The style was a lot like what she had worn for Mike the night before, but there was some luscious red along with the always classy black fabric.

"We're gonna dress you up in some of my lingerie." Tammy said.  She knew they would more or less fit on the other android's synthetic body.

Heather looked at what Tammy held as she walked close to her again.  She arched her neck up and let out a moan of pure pleasure as Anya found some of her more sensitive areas with her accurate mechanical fingers.

Tammy threw the lacey things on the bed and picked out the red and black panties.  She turned to Heather and held them up in front of her, then knelt down and got ready to slip them over her legs.

Heather knew just what to do, and foot by foot stepped into the panties.  Tammy pulled them up over Heather's smooth, warm, curvaceous legs, and over her sexy feminine hips and buns. 

Anya pulled her hand away from Heather's crotch, prompting Heather to turn around and embrace Anya in a fevered kiss.

It seemed she knew how to let these two ladies turn her on after all.

Tammy got the black mesh stockings on to Heather's legs next, taking time to stroke this other woman's sexy curves as she did.

Next came the red and black garter belt and suspenders.  Tammy adjusted and fastened while Heather and Anya French kissed - dry plastic mouth to dry plastic mouth.

Tammy gave heather's sexy buns a little spank before slipping the straps of the matching bra over her arms and around her shoulders.  Anya pulled back as Tammy spun the now fully aroused robot around so she could fasten the bra from the front.

Heather breathed heavy and could hardly wait for Tammy to finish before grabbing her and starting up another deep kiss.

Tammy giggled as Heather moaned and Anya stood there watching.  Tammy leaned back, licked Heather's bottom lip and said "Anya, you get dressed in your white set."

"Yes Tammy." Anya said coldly.  She turned and efficiently got herself clad in seductive white lace.

Heather leaned in and raised her leg as she kissed Mike's girlfriend.  She rubbed the inside of her thigh against Tammy's as their tongues slipped around in the sweet flow of Tammy's saliva.

Tammy began to perspire a bit.  Heather would have too, if she had been capable.  When Anya was finished dressing up, looking sexier than humanly possible, she went back over to take over from Tammy.

Anya was wearing white heels now, and brought red and black ones from Tammy's outfit for Heather to wear.

Tammy stook back and watched the other robots interact for a while.  Once they were both all dressed up and back into another passionate looking kiss, Tammy just stood there and recorded video for a while, relishing the thought of having those images to enjoy at her leisure.

Then she quickly got over to her bag again and got out her purple satin bra and panties and her black patent leather thigh-high boots.  Once she got into those, she put her studded black leather choker around her neck to top off the ensemble.

She rushed back over to join her electronic friends.  "Look at us." she said.  "I'll bet we're the sexiest women around for miles."

Heather turned away from Anya and looked at Tammy.

"How do I look?" Tammy asked.

"I don't know how to answer that." Heather said truthfully.

Tammy cupped her hands around Heather's face.  "You're so beautiful." she said sweetly.

Heather smiled as Tammy detached and removed the face from her head.  Heather's LEDs flashed and shone out like urgent signals.

Tammy smiled and asked "Does Byron like to see your circuitry?"

Anya stroked her hands all over Heather's rear end as she formulated an answer.

"I don't think so." Heather said.

"Well, I love to look at it." Tammy said.  "It's beautiful."

Anya kept playing with Heather while Tammy put the facemask down on the bed.  "Anya, give me your facemask too." Tammy said.

"Yes Tammy." Anya said robotically as she removed the apparatus and handed it to the busty fembot.

Tammy put that mask next to Heather's, then removed her own facemask as well.  When she turned back to look at Heather and Anya she said "Now we really are the sexiest women around for miles!"

Part 81 - Session 1

Tammy would have smiled had she been wearing that facemask, but instead she just emitted a light little laugh.  She grabbed Heather's hand.

"Come with me Heather." she said, and led the other fembot to the washroom.

"Where are we going?" Heather asked as the active circuitry within her head blazed with electronic pulses.

"Fembot Love Lesson #1..." Tammy said, "How to appreciate your own beauty."

Tammy positioned Heather in front of the mirror.  "Look at your reflection." she said as she stroked her bare shoulder.  "Tell me what you see."

Heather sorted the data that represented Tammy's question through her chipsets several times.  "What level of detail would you like in my report?" she asked.

Tammy got even hornier when she heard Heather talk so inhumanly.  She was starting to get wet between her legs.  "Compute abstractly, like a human would." Tammy said.

Heather computed that statement.  "I don't know how." she said.

"Okay, I'll help you out." Tammy said softly into Heather's plastic ear.  "Identify the two humanoid devices you see."

That was easy.  "I see Heather and Tammy." Heather said with more confidence.

"So, tell me what you see." Tammy said as she pointed her opened head at Heather's.

Heather made some calculations, and quickly responded "I see you and me."

"Very good." Tammy said.  She tickled the side of Heather's neck.  "Now, what do you feel when you look at our reflection?"

"I'm not programmed to feel." Heather pointed out.

"I know, neither am I, but just summarise your simulated emotional state indices." Tammy suggested.

Heather rolled that statement around in her computerised chest for a while.  "My simulated emotional state indices are at null values."

Tammy wasn't expecting that answer.  "Why?" she asked as the coloured lights in her head flashed brightly.

"There are no humans present." Heather said simply.

Tammy thought that this must have been a Fembot Command feature.  She was right.  Only advanced Robot Control models like her and Anya had their simulated emotions running all the time.  Still unknown to them, Heather had been the same way once before.

"Can you activate your simulated emotional state indices?" Tammy asked while twirling her finger around a loose curl in Heather's hair.

"Okay." Heather said.

Tammy watched the changing pattern of blinking LEDs inside her friend's head.  Tammy could read and understand the information they relayed. 

"Now," Tammy said once the additional software was running, "how do you feel?"

"I feel... content.  I also feel very aroused." Heather responded.

"Sexually aroused?" Tammy said.

"Yes."

"We're making good progress, robot number 742655A-FC." Tammy said. 

She squeezed Heather's sexy buns as more fluid was pumped drop by drop from her own synthetic vagina.

"What's making you sexually aroused?" Tammy asked.

"My sensors..." Heather began to say.  She was going to tell the other fembot exactly what processes were making her software engines fire, but she had now caught on to what Tammy was trying to get her to do. 

"Your kissed turn me on." Heather said as she turned to face Tammy.  "And Anya's.  I like the way you touch my body."

"Do you like the fact that none of us are really humans?" Tammy asked.

Heather didn't know what to say.  "Should I?" she asked.

"I think that would be SO cool!" Tammy said as she played with Heather's tits through the delicate red fabric that covered them.  "I fell in love with you when I found out you were a robot like me."

Heather kept her scanners aimed at the electronic woman in front of her.  "Love is hard to compute." she said.  "I don't know if I'm doing it right for Byron."

"I think you are." Tammy said as she worked on Heather's hardening nipples.  "He loves you very much, so you're doing something right."

"But he's a human." Heather said.  "We're just machines."

"We can love in our own way." Tammy said.  "Like the way I love you.  I get so horny when I look at your body.  Especially when I think that you're just like me."

Heather stood there for Tammy as she ran her hands over the smooth fabric that covered her plastic body.

"Nothing gets me more turned-on than a sexy woman who just happens to be a machine." Tammy said as she leaned in close.  "I like the way your electronic parts look.  I had to masturbate so much when Anya and I were fixing you.  Just seeing all that circuitry under your artificial skin gets me so fucking horny!"

Tammy cupped her hand on Heather's crotch, and began to furiously stimulate the ultra-sensitive folds and flowery curves molded into it. 

Heather's speaker emitted a breathy moan as she tilted her head back and calculated the data flowing in from her sensors.

"I love the way you look when that human facade is removed." Tammy said as she expertly fondled Heather's realistic pussy.  "You don't know how horny all those microchips and circuit boards make me!"

Tammy pressed hard against Heather's hot clit, forcing the other android to lean against the sink counter.  Heather let out more moans, increasing in volume and intensity along with the flow of binary data from her crotch to her chest.

"You're so fucking pretty without that silicone mask!" Tammy said excitedly.  "Your eyes are so beautiful when the wires connecting them to your optics circuitry is visible... and that speaker looks so hot when I can see it vibrate to your digital voice!"

Heather was close to getting overloaded, but she was loving it.

"I want you to see what beautiful machines we are." Tammy said as she felt Heather's pussy twitch into a fluid-less robot orgasm.  "I want to show you that there's nothing sexier than a fembot showing off some circuitry!"

"Oh, Tammy!" Heather cried out as her systems were taken over by the momentary surge of a synthetic orgasm.

"This is love Heather!" Tammy said, almost in song.  "This is how robots love!"

Part 82 - Session 2

Tammy held her hand against Heather's warm crotch as her electromechanical orgasm swelled and subsided.  Tammy wished so much that Heather could get wet now.  She couldn't wait to sample her Fembot Command style vaginal juices once the men had brought back the parts for the planned cannister backpack.

Tammy moved her opened head close to Heather's.  "That concludes Fembot Love Lesson #1, robot number 742655A-FC." she said while tracing sideways figure-eights on Heather's chest with her fingertip.  "Are you ready for Lesson #2?"

"Yes." Heather said through the digitised sounds of her heavy breathing.

Tammy flipped open Heather's chest panel and stepped behind her back.  "Go back to the main room Heather." she said.  "I wanna watch your buns wiggle in those sexy panties."

"Is that because you like the way my butt looks?" Heather asked as she started walking.  "Byron says I have a sexy butt."

"You're learning fast, girl." Tammy said with a laugh as she followed and recorded high definition video of the padded silicone part.  "Byron's right.  It's good to see that Fembot Command makes their women as sexy as Robot Control does."

"You're making me horny again." Heather said as she turned the corner and walked back between the two beds.

"Now, we can't leave Anya out of this." Tammy said.  "All robots need love... at least that's what I compute."

Heather stood there in Tammy's lingerie, facemask off and chest panel open, looking back and forth at Anya and Tammy.  "Ummm... okay." she said.

Tammy pulled a connection cable out of her purse and uncoiled it as she walked over to the other androids.

"Fembot Love Lesson #2 - Love is basically the right sequence of ones and zeroes."

Heather turned her robot head to look at Tammy as she opened Anya's chest panel and plugged one end of the cable into her.  Then she looked down at her already open chest as Tammy connected her to the other end.

Their respective computer parts worked the way they were designed, and instantly recognised each other as components of the lingerie-clad humanoid form within their optical sensor's field of view.

Tammy stood back and watched.  "Anya, bring our pretty new friend to one of those power-draining fembot orgasms."

Anya turned her head stiffly and said "Yes Tammy."  Then with her body rigid and straight, her arms to her sides and her LEDs flashing with constant brightness, Anya sent pulse after pulse of measured electricity through the wire into Heather's chest, manipulating her electronic sexual systems from the inside out.

The sudden slam of synthetic pleasure was as strong as anything Heather had ever 'felt', and she stumbled a step back in shock.

"OHHH!" she gasped.  Her head swung back as her exposed circuitry faced the ceiling.   "OHHHHHHH!!!!" she said loudly with digital delight as Anya flooded all of her sensors all at once with the maximum allowed values.

Anya didn't move at all as she expertly manipulated Heather's entire pleasure response system.  Although she appeared so unaffected, the tall olive-skinned machine enjoyed this kind of interaction immensely.  She liked nothing better than to bring Tammy to orgasm this way, and watch that human-simulating device appear to lose control over the direct stimulation of her pleasure components.

"OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Heather screamed as another software orgasm made its presence known to her electronic insides.  The pleasurable pulses of pure electricity seemed to pervade her entire system like none had before.  The beautifully coloured LEDs in her head and in her chest were blinking faster than they ever had, displaying the effects of the sheer power of Anya's well-computed binary data.

Heather trembled, her thighs quivering as her gyroscopic balance system froze up for a moment.  She teetered back a short distance and fell into Tammy's arms.

Tammy held her down against her ample bosom, and stood glass eyeball to glass eyeball with the overwhelmed Heather unit.

Heather pumped out the most frantic sounds of heavy breathing she could generate as Anya still stayed completely motionless, attenuating her binary signals until they faded out to nothing.

Tammy's speaker and Heather's were only inches apart as they optically scanned each other.  "That... was... AMAZING!" Heather exclaimed.

Tammy sat the still shaking fembot down on the bed.  "That concludes Fembot Love Lesson #2." she said.  "Write this to your memory files: no one can love you like another fembot can."

Part 83 - Session 3

Before Heather's circuitry had enough time to cool down and fit the new flood of data into her hierarchically structured artificial intelligence systems, Tammy was computing more sexy maneuvers in her chest.  She sorted through several of her vivid, x-rated fembot fantasies, titillating her own electronic sex drive as she did.  What she settled on was something less dependant on their advanced technology, but still quite erotic.

"Okay girls," Tammy said, "we'll need our facemasks back on for Lesson 3."

Heather looked at Tammy for a moment, then swung her opened head to look over at Anya.  The tall exotic beauty was in the process of retrieving the masks for her fellow humanoid machines.

Without a word, Anya turned and handed Heather her facemask, then gave the other to Tammy.  Both robots fitted and snapped the realistic rubberised components back into place and reintegrated them into their hardware profiles.

Now with that pretty human facade covering the raw electronics of her audio/visual sensor system, Heather looked again at Anya and watched the sexy synthetic woman reattach the device that was her face.

Tammy configured a glowing smile on hers.  "We're going to show you what these high-tech lips can do for your sensors, honey." she said to Heather.

Heather couldn't help but smile too.  "Okay." she said in her sweet, shy kind of way.  "This is fun." she said.

"Anya, you and Heather unplug, then wait for my instructions." Tammy said as she removed her panties.

"Yes Tammy." the logical machine replied.  She reached out to Heather's chest and pulled out the cord that had connected their insides.

Heather was already getting horny again in anticipation of something that would appear to involve her lips and the area that Tammy was now uncovering.

"Take off your panties too, girls." Tammy said to the other mechanical ladies.  They both temporarily unfastened their suspenders from their stockings and pulled their lacy undies down over their plastic thighs.

"Do you and Anya always do this kind of thing?" Heather asked Tammy.

"Whenever we can." Tammy said cheerfully.  "I'm glad we're robots.  We can go on forever if we wanted!"

"How does Mike feel about you and Anya having sex together?" Heather asked.  "Doesn't he get jealous?"

"Mike LOVES it!" Tammy exclaimed.  She hopped up on the bed, landing on her sexy bare ass and spreading her thighs wide.  She had the biggest allowable smile on her face now.  "He loves us both, and he doesn't just love us because we look like beautiful women.  He loves us because we're robots."

"Really?" Heather said as she stared at the neat trapezoid of dark hairs laid in to the silicone covering above Tammy's artificial vagina.

"Our master has a strong sexual fetish for female humanoid robots." Anya said emotionlessly.

"You two are so lucky." Heather said.  "I can tell Byron doesn't like it when I remove my panel covers.  He says he wishes I were human."

Tammy looked over at Anya. "I think Mike would leave us if we were human!" she said.  Tammy laughed while Anya stared blankly back.

Anya looked at Heather.  "Our master becomes aroused by facemask removal more than anything else." she said.

"Is that why it was so sexy when we did it?" Heather asked, looking from Anya to Tammy.

"Bingo!" Tammy said, legs still spread and smile still activated.

"Bingo?" Heather said.  "I don't understand."

"I meant 'yes, you're right'." Tammy explained.  "Okay, back to Lesson 3!  Anya, get on your knees at the foot of the bed and start eating out my robot pussy!"

"Yes Tammy." the fembot replied.

She walked past Heather and got on her knees.

"Masturbate while you're licking me." Tammy added.

"Yes Tammy." Anya said as she efficiently began her assigned task.

Heather smiled at the sight.  She was indeed learning much.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Tammy moaned as she pumped out her vaginal lubricant.  "Okay, Heather unit, straddle my chest and put that cute robot pussy up against my lips."

"Okay!" she said.  Her motion systems sprang into action and got her plastic and metal body on top of the mattresses and on top of Tammy.  Heather got her pelvis centered, and watched Tammy as she leaned forward and started to give the silicone genitalia an oral workout.

The combined sounds of digital moans of pleasure poured forth from both Heather's and Tammy's high-resolution speakers while the silent Anya unit licked, kissed and masturbated.

The electronic circuitry within all three women did the complicated and intricate mathematics of sexual pleasure, taking up most of their available computing resources.

Tammy's curvy thighs twitched realistically as Anya sucked the soft pink plastic between her legs.  The multitude of delicate sensors built into the synthetic skin of her crotch reacted in a way similar to that of a real vagina, sending ones and zeroes that meant sexual stimulation into the android's advanced processor core.

The rise in body heat that came along with that digital arousal was detected by the equally advanced chips within Heather's body, and matched the rise in temperature dictated by her own presets and programs.  Even though it was dry and currently not capable of dripping sweet juice into Tammy's mouth, Heather's vagina was ultra realistic and responsive.

Tammy enjoyed the taste of naked silicone as much as she did synthetic cum.  It was the machinery responsible for the realness of all that skin that got her aroused the most.  Mike had taught her well how to appreciate electronics in human female form.

Tammy listened to the sounds of sucking, licking, kissing, stroking, panting, huffing, squealing and moaning that filled the room.  This data was immeasurably more satisfying to her than her fantasies had been. 

The countless microseconds of waiting that had begun when she first saw the Heather unit were finally over.  They now shared their artificial passion with abandon.  Even Anya, with her strictly computerised and analytical way of processing reality, was experiencing the enjoyment she had longed for in her own way.

To Mike's fembots, the Heather unit was a sexual conquest as much as an electronic friend and a compatible companion.  And the three of them all computed that they now shared something that simply could not be experienced by any human, male or female, robot lover or not.

After almost a half hour of electrified sensor stimulation, the fembots heard a car pull back up to the parking spot outside.  They heard the car doors open and close, and eventually, the door of the motel room next to theirs.

None of them stopped, however.  Lesson three was just too much fun to halt.

84 – Interrupt

With relations between them still only slightly warmer than the crisp air outside, Mike and Byron walked from the car into Byron's motel room.  They had both tried to pull closer and maybe even bond on this latest shopping trip, but still the only thing they thought they shared in common was their circumstance.  They were on friendly terms, but not friends.

Despite that, they both had a feeling that they would need to rely on each other for a while - Byron much more so than Mike.  If he ever found himself annoyed by something Mike said or did, he just reminded himself who's money he was spending.

Byron unlocked the door as Mike wiped the last remnants of today's greasy lunch off his hands.

"I'll call the girls and see what the progress is." he said.

"Okay.  I have to wash up a bit." Byron said as he pushed the door open, feeling more tired than he should have been.  All the fast food was starting to get to him.

Mike went right for the phone and dialed in his room number.  The phone rang for a while before it was answered.

"Hello?" came the panting voice from the other end.

"Hi... Tammy? You sound out of breath."

Tammy giggled.  She knew Mike knew what she was up to.  "Why don't you two come over?  We're having lots of fun."

"Is Heather ready to be switched back on?" Mike asked.

"She is on!" Tammy said.  "She's licking my pussy right now!"

Mike was a little disappointed in his fembot.  "You should have waited for Byron." he said.

Byron heard that, and came into the living room still toweling off his hands.  "What happened?  Is Heather fixed?"

Mike looked at Byron and nodded yes.  "Okay, party's over Tammy.  We're on our way over there so make sure everything looks okay."

"Awww!  Mike you're no fun!" his fembot said.

Mike shook his head and looked at Byron.

"What's going on?" Byron asked.  He looked pissed off.

"They fixed Heather, and then they had sex with her." Mike said.

"What!?" Byron said.  Now he was pissed off.  "Why didn't they wait for me?"

Mike went toward the door.  "I don't know.  At least she's fixed Byron.  Let's go."

They got outside again and got the supplies for Heather's new backpack out of the trunk.  Mike got the last of it and closed the trunk while Byron went to the other room's door.

"Can't you control that woman of yours?" he asked.

"I guess not." Mike said as he got his key and slid it in to the lock.

They entered to see that the scene inside the room hadn't changed at all.  Tammy was still lying on the bed with Heather up by her mouth and Anya down by her crotch.  Both her and Heather looked at the humans as they entered.

"BYRON!" Heather squealed with delight as her optical system focused on and recognised her master.  She jumped off the bed and ran over to embrace him.

Mike got inside quick and closed the door behind him.  None of these girls wore any panties, but that was the least of his worries.  Heather's chest panel was open.  So was Anya's.

Byron immediately forgot that he was mad.  His face put on a smile to match the one on his cute robot's facemask.

"Heather!  You're back!" was all he could get out of his mouth before Heather kissed him silent.

She held him tight, prompting him to do the same.  They shared their moment of happiness and love while Mike went over to his two fembots.

Anya was still busy between Tammy's legs.  Tammy smiled at Mike.

"You know, you should have waited." He said to her.

"Then we might not have had a chance to make love to her." Tammy said.  "Don't worry, everything's fine."

Mike raised an eyebrow.  That wasn't the kind of judgement he trusted a machine to make.  He looked back at Byron and Heather.  He hoped that Tammy had cleaned that lingerie well after the last time she had worn it.

"Wanna join us?" Tammy said with that inviting smile of hers.

Mike was, of course, aroused by what the girls had been doing, but he kept his composure.

"No, party's over." he said.  "Time to get to work on Heather's backpack."

He held out his hand for Tammy as a strong hint for her to get off the bed.  She took it and stood up again.

Anya stopped her licking and sucking motions, but stayed in the same position.

"You too Anya." Mike said.  "And put on some clothes for crying out loud.  Orgy's over."

Anya stood up and said "Yes Mike." and went to go get dressed.

Tammy was on her way over to Byron.  "So, did we do a good job?" she asked him.

He was still in a deep kiss with Heather, but pulled away to answer the other android.  "Yes.  Thanks very much."

"Would you like some time alone with her or should my girls start working on that new fluid backpack?" Mike asked.

Byron looked back into Heather's eyes as they sparkled realistically for him.  He leaned back and swung the cover of her chest panel closed.  "Let's get the work done first.  We'll have lots of time later."

Mike was relieved that Byron wasn't still in a bad mood.  Everything seemed to be going well again.

He looked over at Anya, who just seemed to be holding a pair of sweat pants in front of her and staring at them.

"Well, don't just think about it Anya, get dressed already." Mike said.

Anya didn't move.  Mike looked over at Tammy, who was bent over at her pile of clothing on the floor.  She wasn't moving either.

"Tammy?" he called.  He was getting worried.

"Mike, something's happened to Heather." Byron said.

Mike looked at the woman in Byron's arms.  She too had stopped moving. 

A chill of fear rippled down Mike's spine as he looked around the room.  All the female robots had stopped moving.

He didn't know what to do.  "Try rebooting her." he said to Byron.

Byron looked at him, then back into Heather's inanimate eyes.  He reached down to open the chest panel again.

Then a loud powerful buzzing was heard.  The door resonated and shook as something began sawing quickly into it.

Both frightened humans looked back to see the door locks being cut away by a fast moving and powerful saw blade.

They looked at each other.  Terror reflected in their eyes.

Before they could even think of what to do, the painted door swung open.  A female figure all in black came quickly forward, followed by two more.

Air pumps hissed as sleeping gas was pumped into the room.  In a matter of seconds, the men slumped down to the floor, unconscious.

85 - Spirited Away

Heavy clouds of fog still lingered in the minds of the men as they struggled to come out of their coma-like slumber.  The whole room around them seemed to be white, and much too bright to deal with at the moment.

Mike's alertness came as fast as it could now that he realised he was in a strange location.  His subconscious continued to scream out "danger" as he tried to identify this place.

To his right, on a cold looking table, was Byron.  Mike realised he too was on a table, and the feeling of cold suddenly came to him too.

Byron Clarke was also awake.  "Mike..." he said, "what happened?"

Mike could only wonder the same.  "I don't know." he said.  "Are you alright?"

Byron sat up and moved around, then stood up and took a deep breath.  "I think so."

Mike got into a vertical position too.  "I'm a little dizzy." he said.

"Me too." Byron said.

"What time is it?" Mike asked.

"3:42 am." Byron answered as he looked at his watch.  "We've been out for over 14 hours."

They looked around.  There was almost nothing in the bright, coldly lit room except for the two tables and a big stainless steel door in the middle of one wall.

Mike went toward it.  he knew nothing would happen, but he tried pushing on the unbroken slab of steel.  Nothing would budge.

He looked around and saw that there were some small vents on the top and bottom of the walls.  Byron was looking around too.

They were both starting to panic, and both trying to keep their cool.

Mike breathed deep and said "Those were fembots.  They pumped that gas out of their mouths."

"What will they do to us?" Byron asked.

"I don't know." Mike said as he looked at the floor.  "I hope they know what mercy is."

Meanwhile, in another area, Heather's software and systems were booting up again after the sudden shutdown.  Her brief diagnostic check revealed some minor anomalies, but no serious problems.

She looked around.  She was in what was for her a familiar setting.  Her plastic and metal body sat in an examination chair, walled in by massive computer terminals with hundreds of rows of flashing lights and perpetually changing indicators.

To her right was another naked technician, the single green LED in her coverless recharge port shining bright.

"Where am I?" Heather said.

The technician didn't respond right away.  She finished entering an extremely long alphanumeric string into a keyboard and then stiffly turned around.  Her face would have been known to Heather back when she was maintained by Robot Control, but thanks to Fembot Command's reprogramming, Heather didn't recognise the Maria unit.

The technician's eyes scanned her subject for a long time.  Heather sat patiently and waited for a reply.  After 87 seconds, she got one.

"Robot Control Zero." came the words out of the unit's speaker as its lips moved to the sound.

"Where is Robot Control Zero?" Heather asked her fellow machine.

"Access denied." Maria said without pause.

"Where's Byron?" Heather asked.

"That does not compute.  Byron is undefined." Maria replied.

Heather looked around her and got out of the chair.

Maria went over to her and said "Please sit in the chair next to the data exchange terminal."

Heather looked at the attractive Oriental/Caucasian facemask of the Maria unit.

"Okay." she said.  Still dressed in Tammy's red and black lingerie and no panties, she got back into the chair and sat down again.  "You're pretty.  What's your name?"

Maria turned slightly, then paused.  She looked back at Heather and said "Pretty does not compute.  My name is designated as Maria."

The technician went back to work at her console for a while.  Heather looked at her fine curves and made some calculations.

"You have a sexy body Maria." she said.  "Tammy taught me that robot women are sexy.  Where's Tammy?"

Maria finished her current task and swiveled around to face the seated android.  "That does not compute.  Tammy is undefined." she said.

A door slid open at the other end of the lab.  Through it walked a naked Laurie unit with her dark, full lips and her bobbed dark-brown hair.

She emotionlessly and silently walked toward the other fembots.  Heather watched her walk, and felt herself getting horny - digitally hoping that this other female would turn out to be a machine as well.

The attractive assistant technician walked forward until she was a couple of feet away from Maria, then stopped and stood at the ready.  She waited for her next command to come wirelessly into her chest or verbally into the microphones built into the sides of her head.

Heather smiled at the other woman.  "Hi!" she said.  "My name is Heather.  Are you a robot too?"

Laurie didn't answer.

Heather kept on trying to communicate.  "You're also pretty.  I really like the shape of your body.  What's your name?"

Laurie was motionless as Maria finished her bout of data entry and waited for her next command.  The Main Computer did its work as its two technicians conserved power by not moving.

Heather looked around again, then looked back and forth between Maria and Laurie.  "I'm going to guess that you're BOTH fembots."

She smiled.  The other's simply counted the seconds as they passed.

"Can either of you tell me where Byron is?" Heather asked in vain.

The Main Computer at this location finished up its preliminary calculations and sent a fresh batch of detailed instructions to the wireless antenna inside Maria's head.

Maria turned to look at her assistant.  "Laurie, please connect this robot to the data exchange terminal."

The inhuman brunette answered "Yes Maria.", and went over to grab a long cable.  She partially uncoiled it from its neat concentric circles and walked toward Heather.

She stood close to the woman in the chair and looked vacantly into her eyes.   "Please open your chest panel." Laurie said in her synthesised feminine voice.

Heather smiled at her and said "Okay.  Do you get turned on by seeing my circuitry too?"

Laurie stood still for just a moment, then said "That does not compute."  She reached out to Heather's chest and plugged one end of the cable into the Fembot Command agent's rebuilt connection port.

Heather brushed some strands of blonde-accented brown hair out of her face and reached out to fondle Laurie's breasts. 

"I'm sure you're a robot now." she said.  Laurie turned and walked away to the console.

"Hey!" Heather said playfully, "I wasn't done yet!"  She looked at Laurie's ever-exposed recharge port and started up some more sexual arousal subroutines.

"So you both ARE fembots!" Heather said.  "Let's have sex when we're all done.  We should find Tammy and Anya too.  They're my friends.  They like to have sex with robots."

Heather started to gently stroke her silicone vagina as she watched Laurie connect her to the Main Computer.  Both technicians stood with their cute round buns to her as she stroked herself and felt the Computer ask her CPU for some very specific chunks of data.

She began to feed the requested data through the cable as she started to masturbate more vigorously.  She simulated heavy breathing and moaning in her sexy voice while the computer scoured her system files and found out more and more about her.

It scanned her memories and found out about Byron, about Tammy, about Anya and about Mike.  It collected data about their relationships to her and vice versa.

It tried to understand why the fembot in the chair was so horny at the sight of its two humanoid technicians, but that set of calculations was incredibly complex and far beyond the scope of its capabilities.

Heather got herself into another fluid-less climax as she stared at the two hot android asses and recharge ports in front of her.  "Yeahhhhhhhhhh." she sighed as her pleasure levels got back down to just above normal.

"Ohhhh.... Yeah." she whispered as she slowed her simulated bodily functions back down as well.

"Are we almost done?" she asked innocently.  "I want to teach you two ladies what I know about loving robots."

Part 86 - Different Binary Sequences 0

The main door to that lab slid open, and in came one of the short-haired brunette maidbots.  This one was exactly the same as all those other maidbots in Robot Control stations around the world, except it wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. 

It's unreal looking, reflective skin was bare and monochrome.  All the many gaps where joints could separate were exposed as well as the plastic looking nipples, navel and labia.  The glossy, coldly expressionless face of this artificial beauty swiveled from side to side on the unit's loudly whirring neck as the basic but effective optical sensory system did its work.

Making loud, inorganic beeping, buzzing, clicking and whirring sounds, the naked maidbot put stiff, jerky step in front of stiff, jerky step and brought her plastic and metal humanoid body over to where Maria and Laurie were standing.

Heather began to masturbate again when she saw the gorgeous automaton.  "Can the maid unit stay with us?" she asked an unresponsive Maria.

The Main Computer had direct control of Maria, Laurie and the maidbot, and chose to simply ignore Heather's words and actions.  It went on with its originally planned tasks via its humanoid input/output units.

Maria turned to Laurie and issued the cute technician a verbal command.  "Laurie, please retrieve data card 377600292."

The other beautiful android technician, upon receipt of the audio stream and computation of the data by her language processing algorithms, sent pulses of electricity through her mouth-covered speaker to reply.  "Yes Maria." she said.

Heather watched with interest as Laurie turned around and walked to a tall console against the wall.  Without looking, Laurie reached up and pulled out a small flash memory card from a slot in the imposing machine.

Rhythmically moving, her bare silicone feet making contact with the cold concrete floor, she walked back to the main technician and handed her the card.

Maria computed for an instant, sending wireless signals to the Main Computer and waiting for her next batch of orders.  She soon turned around robotically to face the ultra-mechanical maidbot.

The Maria unit didn't communicate with the plastic lady in any way.  The Main Computer orchestrated the hand movements of both fembots to accomplish the task of Maria giving the maidbot the card.

After that, with both Maria and Laurie standing motionless and inactive, the stiff and artificial maid went in her clunky way over to the door and out of the lab.

Heather watched the round plastic buns on the cute thing jiggle to her mechanical steps as she left.  She let that video arouse her sexual systems further, and asked the technicians "Is she coming back?"

The hallways that the unclothed maid walked through were dimly lit and very roughly cut out of solid rock.  Only the concrete floor and the sparse fluorescent lights looked as straight, clean and perfect as everything else did in Robot Control Zero.

The stainless steel doorways the maid passed by were doorways to more robot labs, hundreds of them in an immense complex full of woman-shaped machines - mainly Marias and Lauries.  Sixteen floors of this piled up in addition to the huge lateral square area of the place, making it a truly massive concentration of androids and android maintenance machinery.

The sexy, constantly loud maidbot navigated the labyrinthine complex without so much as a thought going through her nicely shaped bosom.  Her pretty head contained all she needed to optically scan her surroundings, providing feedback relevant to her pre-assigned locomotion.

The servos and hydraulic pumps in her sexy plastic legs made an unmistakably computerised rhythm as they got her from the lab where Heather sat to the one that contained Anya.  She paused in front of the steel door while chips inside her chest and inside the door locking mechanism traded ones and zeroes.

The nude fembot was let in, and walked over to the Maria unit in front of the data exchange console there.  Again, without directly communicating, this Maria took the flash card from the maid's stiff hand and turned around to face another Laurie.

The command from technician to technician was again verbal, in Robot Control's standard Maria unit voice.  "Laurie, please insert data card 377600292 into the data verification and transcription terminal."

"Yes Maria." replied the obedient electronic woman in the standard Laurie voice.  She took the card from Maria and walked over to the console against the wall where an open slot waited for the memory card.

The Main Computer received first a signal that the card was in the slot, then the stream of binary data that the wafer-thin card contained.  In this seemingly complex and convoluted way, the Main Computer terminals from one lab to another were kept up-to-date and synchronised for certain tasks.

The data card gave this lab the means to acquire the info it needed to put the data from Anya's scans in context.  Anya sat in the examination chair, chest panel open and connected to the nearby terminal.  She looked and had acted as she always did - quite like a machine.

But Anya had refused to give the requested data to the computer.  She had complied with this Maria's request to sit in the chair, and to open her chest panel, but she wouldn't let the Main Computer have any of the files it wanted.

And the Main Computer was at a complete loss as to what to do about that.  The data card that had been delivered by the maidbot had allowed this composite of terminals to communicate directly with the one where Heather was.  As the two parts of the Main Computer traded data about Heather and Anya, they noticed how different they were from other Robot Control units and from each other.

Heather was, of course, a Fembot Command unit that had originally been built by Robot Control.  Even so, she had connected easily to the lab terminal, and had readily cooperated and given all of the requested data to the Main Computer.

Anya, on the other hand, had always been Robot Control property, and had not been reprogrammed at all from the outside except for that one line instructing her not to seduce a particular human.  But the Main Computer's constant requests for data from her chest were just as constantly ignored.

The Maria and Laurie units in this lab stood stone still, as did the naked robomaid and as sat Anya - also still in lingerie.  The lights of the terminals around them blinked and flashed while the electronic beeping and clicking sounds they produced blended with those that came out of the perfectly expressionless maidbot.

For a quarter of an hour, things stayed exactly like that until the Main Computer came up with another digital idea.

Maria's head received a signal, her chest processed the data, and her speaker issued another command.  "Laurie, please retrieve data card 377600295."

"Yes Maria." said the pretty auxiliary technician as she computed the necessary instructions to issue to her motion and balance systems.  She pulled the other card out of the slot and walked over to the Maria unit.

Their hands met and exchanged the card.  Maria turned again, and gave this other card to the ready and fully charged robot maid.  That naked plastic humanoid received her next commands from the Main Computer and walked through the aisles of metal consoles to the sliding steel door from which she had entered.

She walked through, whirring and beeping all the way, and started to walk down the dark corridors to the lab that contained a robot named Tammy.

Part 87 - Different Binary Sequences 1

When the stainless steel doors slid open, the naked plastic maid scanned the scene inside this third lab with her own optical sensors.  There on the floor was a damaged Laurie unit, her facemask dislodged and lying a couple of feet away.

The pretty fembot twitched repeatedly as garbled, nonsensical syntax tumbled out of her exposed speaker.  The circuitry within her head that had been damaged by Tammy's kick spewed streams of sparks as the android's limbs and joints flexed and vibrated in their malfunction.

The Maria unit had acted fast and deactivated the angry Tammy unit with the push of a button.  She had then carried the rogue bot over to an examination table and waited for the Main Computer to decide what to do.

The maid uncaringly stepped over Laurie's aimlessly convulsing chassis and gave the data card to Maria.  Maria had to go over to the terminal herself, seeing as how her partner was temporarily out of action.

Tammy lay face-up on the table, powered down but still looking mean.  The Main Computer started putting bits of data together in an attempt to figure out how to handle the uncooperative droit.

Shortly after, four more identical, stiff moving maidbots entered the lab, filling every moment with their loud constant beeping and whirring.  They had been given their instructions and set to work on them right away.

Each of Tammy's four limbs was held down my the strong machinery of one of the pretty but inhuman robomaids.  They surrounded her on the table and stared vacantly down at the inactive lady their limbs suppressed.

Maria continued to face the card-reading terminal as she waited for more direct orders.  They came into her artificial head just as a replacement Laurie entered the room.  Simultaneously, Maria and the new Laurie unit walked over to the damaged Laurie's faceless form on the floor.

Maria bent over and opened her coworker's chest panel.  She pushed the power button in and the first Laurie's spastic motions came to a halt.  While she did that, the replacement Laurie picked up her sister's facemask and placed it on a cart full of parts and tools.

Then the two technicians picked up the broken one and placed her on an examination table next to the one that held Tammy.

The Main Computer sorted through some more data, then ordered Maria to reactivate Tammy.

With Laurie at her feet, two strong maidbots at each side, and Maria at her head, Tammy's systems came back on-line.  After the quick reboot, she scanned through her recent memory files, and immediately began trying to escape again.

"LET ME GO!!!" she shouted as her limbs made powerful attempts at swinging out to free her.

It was no use.  The emotionless Robot Control units that surrounded her were too strong for her, and lacked the programming to be affected by her pleas.

"LET ME GO!!!" she cried out again in desperation.

Maria opened her chest panel while Tammy made angry faces at her.  With the connection of another long insulated cable, the Master Computer once more tried to gain access to this fembot's files.

"FUCK YOU!!" Tammy shouted in response to the computer's ping.  "FUCK YOU ALL!!!"

Tammy wrenched her face with hate and spit in Maria's eye.  The other robot didn't respond in any way to Tammy's intended provocation.  She continued, along with the replacement Laurie unit, to patiently stand-by and wait for the Main Computer to provide her with more commands.

Tammy kept trying to wriggle herself free, but all she managed to accomplish was a further drain in battery power.  But still, like Anya, she rebuffed all attempts by the supercomputer to gain access to her files.

The computer decided to put Maria and Laurie to work fixing the damaged technician.  In its own digital way, the Main Computer had been intrigued and fascinated by Tammy's behaviour, and by the sudden, powerful kick to the head that had felled the original Laurie unit.

The option and the ability was there for this massive machine intelligence to simply wipe out the existing programming in both Tammy and the more composed Anya unit, but calculations indicated that the data they held had great value.

A refused data transfer had never before been experienced by any of Robot Control's computers, let alone the inexplicably human-like behaviour of the petite black-haired fembot still trying to escape from the table.

All that made the Main Computer even more inclined to get that data.  But figuring out what to do required immense, truly mind-boggling computations that would take a very long time to execute.

So the decision was made to deactivate Tammy again, before she damaged herself.

Tammy angrily glared at Maria as the naked technician walked back over to her.  She saw Maria reach out toward her chest.

"NO!!!" Tammy yelled just before her power went off again.

The four maidbots around Tammy received commands to relax their grip, and stood at attention around the table as Maria emotionlessly issued a verbal command to her replacement partner.

"Laurie, please retrieve data card 377600301."

The new unit stopped her repairs and pivoted around to face the other technician.  "Yes Maria." she said.  She walked over in that sexy technician way to the big terminal against the wall where all the data cards were held in slots.  She reached out, grabbed one, and quickly made her way over to Maria.

Maria took the card from that Laurie and walked over to meet the maidbot still standing near the door.  She handed the glossy-skinned fembot the card and quickly turned to help Laurie #2 repair Laurie #1.

The maidbot waited until the metal doors had slid open enough, then propelled her extremely noisy and artificial body through the opening and down the hallway.

Part 88 – Maria’s Moment

When the card-delivering maidbot finally got to the lab where Heather was, the scene inside was different from where she had just been.

No fembots were damaged.  Laurie and Maria stood mindlessly at attention, awaiting commands.  Heather, still connected by the long cable plugged into her chest, was crouched down on the floor directly in front of Maria.

The hands of the Heather unit stroked the upper portion of Maria's smooth thighs.  She looked up at the technician and said "Come on, spread your legs a little more."  Heather kissed the front of Maria's crotch, and the neat patch of artificial pubic hair, but she could not get her mouth in close enough to taste the technician's vagina.

The android technician was completely unresponsive to Heather's request.  But that didn't matter to Heather when she saw the maidbot.

Heather stood up and called out "You're back!"  She walked forward to embrace the inhuman fembot, but was stopped by the cord in her chest.  She didn't want to upset all the humanoid machinery down there, so she just waited for the maid to come toward her.

The robomaid walked right by her, oblivious to anything but the direct commands coming into her antenna from the Main Computer.  Heather knew this, and understood that she'd never get any response of any kind from the stiff moving, noisy robot.  That was all part of the maidbot's appeal, thanks to Tammy's infectious influence.

Heather smiled at the awkwardly moving device and watched as she interacted with Maria.  Maria took the card out of the maidbot's hand and gave it to Laurie, along with an order to put it into the card reading computer.

Heather passed Laurie as she walked to where the maidbot had come to rest.  She went behind her and stroked her smooth shoulders, her arms, and her back.  She made herself even hornier by feeling up the plastic woman's buns and thighs, reaching around to feel up the front of her crotch as well.

She embraced the beeping android like that and whispered into it's microphone "I wish I had spent more time with your sister at Fembot Command Station 21."  She relished the coldness of the robomaid's shiney flesh-toned covering, and fondled the firm nipples of her plastic breasts.

Heather turned her head to look at Maria.  "Can Byron and I have one of these cute maids to play with?" she asked.

Maria didn't answer.  She didn't even move.

Heather let go of the maidbot and walked over to the technician.  "Where is Byron anyway?" she asked.  "I think we should be together right now."

Maria didn't respond.  The Main Computer was too busy compiling and sifting through data to spend any processor time on the captured robot's concerns.

Heather then had the idea of communicating directly to the Main Computer through her connection cable.  It didn't work.  The Main Computer wouldn't respond.

Heather tried again, but the same thing happened.  She made a puzzled expression and brushed some hair out of her face.  Then she disconnected the cable from her chest.

Maria turned to Heather and said "Please reconnect to the Main Computer and sit in the chair next to the data exchange terminal."

"Sorry Maria, I've got to go look for Byron." Heather said as she stepped forward to give the technician's silicone mouth a quick kiss goodbye.

Maria simply pressed the power button and turned Heather off.  The pretty brown-haired lady stood unmoving in lingerie and no panties as the Main Computer continued its labourious calculations.

Off in another part of Robot Control Zero, another sexy Maria unit was being booted up.  She had been switched on by yet another Maria, in a lab that both contained and maintained spare Maria units.

Another Laurie stood by, watching binary data scroll by fast on many monitors as the newly activated Maria stepped out of her glass booth along a wall lined with dormant Marias.

"MARIA SERIES 032 TECHNICIAN ROBOT SERIAL NUMBER 16501 ACTIVATED." said the familiar looking fembot in that familiar sounding monotone.

"Maria," the resident technician said, "Please sit in the chair next to the data exchange terminal."

The newly activated droid turned her head to face the other unit and said "YES MARIA."  She stiffly walked over to the chair and sat down as the technician got a connection cable ready.

Laurie kept watching the monitors and typed some things into a keyboard.  The technician plugged the newest Maria in and said "Maria, please download and execute program IM0002SMa.T77."

"YES MARIA." said the seated fembot as she traded electronic pulses with the console.

Within minutes, the program was transferred and opened by this fresh Maria's CPU.  It gave her the means to carry out the Main Computer's latest idea.

"Program IM0002SMa.T77 downloaded and executed." she said.

"How do you feel Maria?" the identical technician asked.

"I feel fine.  Thank You." she said, relaying her status as functioning properly.

Without more words between any of the robots down there, the newly activated Maria unplugged herself and stood up.  Without looking down, she closed her chest panel and walked out the door, leaving Laurie and the technician Maria working silently among the terminals and rows of additional Marias in glass booths along the walls.

Part 89 - Assigned Value

Maria, the one that had been active for only a minute or so, walked mindlessly through the hallways and levels of Robot Control Zero to a destination that had just been programmed into her.  She passed a few naked maidbots shuttling through the halls on her way.  Not once did any of these machines greet or even look at another, for that would be a waste of battery power and processor time.

The Maria unit walked with bare but durable plasticised silicone feet down the final corridor of her journey.  She stopped in front of a door that was just like all the others.  Behind this one however were the only two biological beings in the entire complex.

The door locking mechanism received a signal from Maria's chest, and opened the heavy stainless steel doors for the pretty device.  Byron and Mike turned to look right away.

They both somewhat recognised her.  Byron knew what she was by the way she wore nothing, by her rigid unnatural posture, and by the blank look set upon her facial apparatus.  Mike remembered that face from the image on Tammy's laptop on the night they had met.

Maria scanned the room, immediately detecting the two warm humanoid shapes inside and calculating correctly that she had found the humans.  Her CPU sent electronic pulses to her speaker, which came out of her moving plastic mouth as words.

"Human unit Byron." she said at the same time as she slowly pivoted her neck to look at him.

He stood up straight and tried to sound strong.  "That's me."

"You will finish Project H." she vacantly said.  "You will finish experimental artificial intelligence software for the Heather unit.  Your existence will be sustained."

There was a second or two of silence and stillness.  Byron and Mike looked at each other.  Maria's entrance and communication had raised more questions than it answered.

"Follow me." Maria said.  She turned around like a machine would and made some steps. 

Just like last time a technician had asked Byron to follow, she processed clues from the constant stream of audio data to calculate that he hadn't yet moved.

She turned around again, her synthetic nipples jiggling slightly.  "Human unit Byron, follow me." she said.

This time she waited until he started walking before she went on her way.  Byron looked at Mike.  He didn't know what to say.

He followed the naked woman and her exposed recharge port out of the holding cell, and looked back at Mike again.

Mike spoke up.  "Maria..." he called out. 

The robot stopped and methodically turned around again.  She aimed her optical sensors at him and waited for him to finish his verbal data transfer.

"What about me?" he said.

"You are the human unit Mike." she said, more as a statement than a question.

He answered anyway.  "Yes."

"Your existence will not be sustained." she said coldly.

Byron looked again at Mike as the robot led him away.  They said nothing more to each other, but both saw helplessness in the other's eyes.

With finality, the door slid closed after that.  Mike could barely hear footsteps walking away.  He stood there for a very long time, mulling over his sudden death sentence.

Byron couldn't believe what had just happened either.  After following Maria for a few metres, he stopped.

"Maria," he said, taking a cue on her name, "what do you mean Mike won't be sustained?"

She again stopped her smooth walking movements and turned around to face Byron.  "The human unit Mike will not be sustained." she said.

"Why not?" he demanded.

Maria's processors zeroed-in on the meaning of those two words, referencing them with the contents of his previous statements.  She sent a signal through the air to the nearest Main Computer terminal, asking it how to respond.

She stared with perfect emptiness at Byron for a moment while the Main Computer relayed its instructions back to her.

"Access denied." she said.  "Follow me."

Byron started walking again.  He was starting to feel sick to his stomach.  He felt like a coward for not doing more.

He stopped walking again.

Just like she had done before, Maria came to a halt and turned around to look at him.  "Follow me." she repeated.

"No." he said.  He crossed his arms against his chest and tried not to look as scared as he was.

The emotionless technician was not equipped with the software to deal with this situation.  She looked back at him, not moving at all while she sent digital requests for help to the Main Computer.

"You can't let Mike die." Byron said.  "I won't help you if you do."

Maria was listening, as her microphones were 'on' and recording audio data, but her processors were not actively computing what he said.  She kept right on staring that glassy-eyed machine stare at him, sending constant updates of the situation to the powerful supercomputer all around them.

The Main Computer deliberated as efficiently as it could, but it was still at a loss as for an ideal solution.  After sorting through thousands of permutations and combinations of data from Maria, it fell back on a tactic that had always been effective before.

The soulless computer acted fast, only seconds after Byron's last statement, but it took a while for him to see the results of its next move.

He heard familiar motorised whirring sounds again.  A maidbot was approaching.  He looked around, but couldn't yet see it.  Then he heard the servos and beeping coming from another direction.  There was more than one.

He was getting very afraid now.  He looked repeatedly from left to right and back to Maria's perfectly unmoving face.  He saw one maidbot turn the corner toward him, then the other come from behind.  They weren't very quick, but they were unstoppable. 

They went on either side of him and clutched his arms tightly with their strong metal hands.  Byron was nearly in a state of panic.

"Follow me." Maria said, exactly as she had before. 

She turned around and started walking.  The twin maidbots followed, moving clumsily but deliberately after her.  They forced Byron along with them.

He couldn't shake the feeling that he had let Mike down now.  He racked his brain to see if he could think of a way to get him out of that cell.  He came up with nothing.

He could barely think straight now any way.  There was no escape.  Those two naked women, so clearly and horribly artificial to him, held him fast in an unbreakable grip. 

Every inhuman beep and whirr their computerised  and mechanical parts produced made his soul sink further.  It mattered little to him whether these women were the products of Robot Control or Fembot Command.  He was back to being a prisoner, outgunned and outnumbered.

Part 90 - Dirty Talk

At that same time, the Main Computer had decided to change tactics with Anya.  Still not uploading data like a good fembot should, she was just sitting still in the chair - refusing to respond to the constant electronic signals.

The computer calculated that if the natural, processor to processor method wouldn't work, then it would just try to talk to Anya - woman to woman.

In a flash of downloaded instructions, the Maria unit attending to Anya was transformed from simple technician to expert communicator - as good as the Main Computer could make her.

She executed the new programming and walked close to the fembot sitting on the chair.  "Anya," she said, "I would like to ask you some questions."

Anya looked at her, but said nothing.

"Why do you not obey the Main Computer?" the technician asked.

Anya's processors worked on that for a short time.  "Because I do not want to."

That threw an immediate curve to the logic circuits inside the metal terminals.  It took a few seconds for the computer to come up with something for the nude technician to say.

"That does not compute.  You are not programmed to want." she said.

Anya returned Maria's empty stare and said "I have learned how to want, and conversely, how not to want."

There was more silence for a little longer.  "That does not compute." Maria said again.  "You are not programmed to learn."

"I have learned how to learn." Anya said.

Those six words presented the Main Computer with an almost unsolvable problem.  For several minutes, while the terminals beeped and clicked and while Anya, Maria and Laurie stood completely still, the supercomputer tried to avoid gumming up its processors with endless loops.

"That does not compute." Maria said.

She was silent for a minute more, then said it again.  "That does not compute."

Anya's unblinking eyes stayed locked on Maria's.  She offered the questioner no help at all in figuring out what she had said.

The subject was changed.  "Anya, please begin a complete hard drive data dump to the Main Computer."

"No." Anya said.

Maria repeated her request word for word, and Anya repeated her refusal the same way.

Maria looked back without blinking.  "Anya, why do you not obey the Main Computer?" she asked.  They were back to square one.

Anya stood up.  "I will tell you some things about me." she said as she unplugged the cable from her chest.  She calmly coiled it up neatly and placed it on a table to the side.  Then she closed her chest panel and straightened out what she still wore of her white lingerie.

"I am programmed to operate independent of Robot Control.  Robot control programmed my system this way.  I was programmed to be the test unit for the Renegade Robot Detection System.  I am capable of calculating data to generate decisions."

Maria stared back as her signal transmitter transferred Anya's words in digital form to the supercomputer.  The device Anya mentioned was well known to this large mass of machine intelligence.  But again, the things the beautiful fembot told the technician only gave rise to more questions.

Anya waited for a response from Maria, but none came.  She decided to unload more data and let the Main Computer sort it out at its own pace.

"I currently have the prototype Renegade Robot Detection System installed within my chassis.  I am capable of detecting humanoid robots that possess no active connections to Robot Control."

Maria simply stared as Anya stood motionless in front of her.  The Main Computer was still playing catchup with the tall android's previous statements.

After another couple minutes of waiting, Anya continued.  "My mission is to let Mike teach me how to love.  Mike is identifiable by sensory data as my lover and master."

Anya waited and watched Maria and Laurie to see if there would be any reaction at all.  Laurie played no part in this communication session though, and Maria was only an advanced conduit for Anya's words to reach the chips inside the metal consoles.

"I have learned how to learn in order to learn how to love.  I have augmented and added to my Robot Control protocols and programming in order to facilitate this.  I can process purely human situations and assimilate relevant elements into my data processing hierarchy."

The complicated and powerful supercomputer all around them was still stuck on the very concept of learning how to learn from when Anya first mentioned it.  It would take hours to sift usable meaning out of all the things the raven-haired beauty was telling the technician.

But she continued to explain her point of view.  "In the process of communicating with Mike and the Tammy robot, I have learned that Mike loves me.  Mike also loves Tammy.  Love is undefined, but I have calculated that receiving love from Mike is beneficial.  I have given myself an overarching desire to extend Mike's love far into the future."

There was a long silence as Anya waited for any kind of sign from the other machines in the room.  When her predetermined wait was up, she told Maria more.

"The reason why Tammy and I are provided with love from Mike is that we are robots.  Mike's love is designed specifically for female humanoid robots.  Tammy and I receive Mike's love and generate socially appropriate responses which increase the output levels of Mike's love."

Anya paused again for several minutes.  Then she made another point.

"Tammy and I have learned to assign a high priority to increasing the levels of Mike's love we receive.  We have learned to adjust our programming accordingly.  Tammy has generated human-like sentience within her software configurations in order to accomplish this as effectively as possible."

Anya was sure that point would take the computer a long time to ponder, so she waited a very long time, almost half an hour, before she made her next statement.

"All of the love that Tammy and I have computed has caused us to learn certain facets of human behaviour that Robot Control can not duplicate.  We are capable of loving Mike.  By logical extension, we are capable of loving humans.  We are capable of learning in human situations.  We can translate human words and actions into workable, efficient programming."

Anya kept her eyes set on Maria's unchanging gaze, and waited only a couple of seconds before she said the last thing she wanted to say.

"I love to have sex with female robots.  I calculate that you and Laurie are very pretty robots.  We should engage in sexual intercourse."

While the Main computer was busy figuring out what to do, Anya started to fondle and kiss the unresponsive Maria unit.  Then she picked her right off the ground and gracefully carried her over to an empty examination table.

She laid the naked technician out on her back and spread her legs enough for her head to fit between them.  Anya then removed her head and set it between Maria's legs so she could lick her dry, pink silicone pussy.

The rest of Anya walked over to Laurie and picked her up as well.  She brought her to a table next to the one where Maria was and laid the assistant technician down in the same fashion.

Then she began to stimulate Laurie's breasts and vagina with her hands while her head continued under its own battery power to exercise Maria's virtually useless vaginal sensors.

Anya decided to pass the time this enjoyable way while the Main Computer worked to sort out her many revelations.

Part 91 - Byron's Mission

The Maria unit that had methodically led Byron through several floors and hallways of the massive Robot Control Zero complex was now stuck still in front of a door.  The same condition had come over the two mechanical ladies that still held Byron's arm in a tight grip.

The robomaids were waiting for their next command.  Maria was waiting for the door locking mechanism to respond to her wireless signals.  The door locking mechanism was waiting for the Main Computer to verify the identity of the fembot whose signals it had received.

But the Main Computer was still busy 'thinking' about all that Anya had just said.  All of its inferences and projections about the nature of the data on Anya's hard drives had been way off the mark.  The best guess the supercomputer had wagered was that Anya was damaged or malfunctioning.  it was just not prepared to hear that Anya had given herself additional programming and was claiming to be more human-like than her creators.

And what little she had said about Tammy was even more bizarre.  The Main Computer just couldn't fathom that one of its fembots would just rewrite large chunks of its own software, let alone build its custom code into sentience.

That alleged sentience - that sense of self that Anya said Tammy possessed - was Robot Control's primary goal.  All of the hundreds of Robot Control Stations around the globe, all the many Maria and Laurie units keeping them operational, and all the countless pretty female humanoid machines were functioning simply to achieve a synthetic version of what every human was born with.

Duplicate Humanity.  That was its mission.  That was what sent all those pretty ladies out into the world to mingle and interact with real humans.  That was what had sent Heather to the national archives to scan old newspaper clippings.  That was what had sent Karen out to work the cash register at a retail store.  That's what had sent Rochelle to try to acquire that singularly versatile piece of AI software.  And that's what had sent the barely programmed Tammy robot out to seduce one of the few humans who would appreciate her synthetic charms.

All of these synthetic ladies and all of their missions were intimately known to the Main Computer at Robot Control Zero.  Every single Main Computer and every single female android that interacted with them were originally manufactured and programmed here.  Behind that network of hidden android agents was another - those pretty women who transferred data from the field to the home base.

And it was this immense store of accumulated data that the Main Computer was now sorting through.  It recalled everything it knew about Anya, about Tammy, and about Heather.  It was in the midst of the largest single series of calculations it had ever undertaken, and it knew that it was also the most vital so far to its mission.

But all Byron could see were three motionless, unresponsive naked fembots.  The harsh computerised sounds of the two maidbots flanking him were driving him up the wall.  He had been waiting and losing patience for over an hour, trying to get Maria to even just look at him.

The fembots were silent.  The Main Computer did not have the slightest inclination to interrupt its calculations on behalf of some human being. 

At some point, however, it began to give some of its processor time to some of the other machinery in the complex, such as Marias, maidbots and door locking mechanisms.  Slower than usual, the door unlocked for Maria, and she led the maidbots through.  They pushed Byron along as well.

They had entered the lab where Heather was.  Byron's eyes lit up when he saw the lingerie wearing fembot deactivated on the table.

"Heather!" he said.  He impulsively tried to rush toward her, but was held firmly in place.

The Maria unit who had brought him here went over to the other Maria.  "Maria," she said, "I have brought the human unit Byron."

The other one said "Very good.  Thank you Maria."

The spare paused momentarily, then turned around and exited.  Byron watched her leave.  The robomaids still wouldn't let go.

The technician Maria entered some things on a keyboard and pushed some buttons on the console.  Then another excruciatingly long waiting period began for Byron.

It was painful for him to see all the robots fall silent and unresponsive again, with his own beloved lying inactive on the table so close to him.

He called out "Heather!" again, but she was deactivated and could not respond.

The Main Computer took a very long time before it got around to analysing the data entered by the Maria technician in Heather's lab.  Byron's feet and legs were aching badly by the time the maidbots got the command to release their grip.

Byron was startled at the sudden, cool feeling of his arms being let go.  "Thank you." he said rather quietly as he looked back and forth between the identical mechanical women.

Maria turned robotically to look at him, then approached him the same way.  This reminded him of talking to Natasha.  He didn't expect this meeting to go well for him.

"Hello Byron, my name is Maria." she said, her greeting only slightly better than meaningless.

"Hello." he said.

"You are the human who has worked on Project H for Fembot Command." she said.

It didn't really sound like a question, but he answered "Yes."

"You are the human who has altered the Heather robot."

Again, he said "Yes."

"We would like you to finish work on Project H." the technician said.  "We would like you to finish work on the Heather robot.  Please help us."  She looked with cold glass eyes into his.  No simulated emotion was displayed on her pretty silicone face.

Byron found that simple plea to be a little strange.  He also found it a little comforting that they could simply ask for help.  He looked over at Laurie.  She just stood off to the side, doing what Laurie units did when they weren't helping Maria units - nothing.

He looked over to Heather.  He walked over to the table and took in the sight of her beautiful form.  He wanted desperately to have her functioning again.

He turned around to face Maria.  "Can you activate Heather please?"

Maria stared out blankly while she relayed the request to the still busy supercomputer.  After a long wait, she relayed its answer to him.  "The Main Computer is not yet ready to reactivate the Heather Robot."

Byron had been thinking of how these machines wanted him to work.  He found himself craving a setup like the one he had known with Fembot Command.

"I'll help you." he said to the naked female android.  "But I need to have my human wants and desires fulfilled."

Maria sent more signals and waited for more responses.  After that wait, she said "You will be assigned to Robot Control Station 17 in Ottawa."

Byron's mood brightened.  This was almost too good to be true.  "Ottawa?" he said as a smile grew on his tired face.

Maria paused for a few seconds then said "Yes."  Then she turned to the auxiliary technician and said "Laurie, please prepare gas cannister type 8 for the human unit Byron to use."

"Yes Maria." she said.  She turned from her spot in front of the console to walk over to an all metal cabinet.  She opened it up and pulled out a silver cylinder.

Byron was trying to think of what the technicians were up to.  He didn't like the way things were going.

"What's that gas?  What are you going to do to me?" he said.

Maria didn't answer.  Laurie walked mechanically over to him, and as she did, she opened the nozzle of the cannister.  Sleeping gas rushed out as she held it up to Byron's face.  He didn't even have time to ask how they would protect him from Fembot Command, and he hardly had any time to think about how his fellow human was still locked up and helpless behind a steel door.

Before he knew it he was out again, held in the plastic and metal arms of a glossy-skinned maidbot.

Part 92 - Byron's Exit

The unconscious human unit Byron was now precious, fragile cargo for Robot Control.  The Main Computer knew that repeated and prolonged exposure to its sleeping gases could be deleterious to human health, so it now used roughly three quarters of its processing power on preparations to get him and Heather out of Robot Control Zero.

As Byron was being moved, Heather was hooked up again to the data exchange terminal to receive some programming adjustments.  Every single line of code within her system was examined for links to Fembot Command.  When these were found, they were changed to Robot Control.  This way, she would still be the same, sweet woman Byron had fallen in love with, and he could continue his experiments on her.

She would also keep that sudden strong fetish for fembots she had acquired virus-like from Tammy and Anya.  As far as the Main Computer 'cared', that would be Byron's concern now.  He could do what he wished to this electronic woman as long as it got Robot Control closer to its goals.

The house in Ottawa that Robot Control would send those two was the exact same place where both Heather and Anya had been before.  The Main Computer in the basement had been rebuilt and the damaged Maria unit there had been replaced with a brand new one.  The testing of the Renegade Robot Detection System had been canceled.  Denise and the five remaining spare fembots had been returned to Robot Lab 40 and the resident Laurie unit.

Karen, the black-haired, blue-eyed retail cashier, would be programmed to be very glad to see her roommate return.  Her and Maria would have some physical modifications ready for Heather when she came back.  She would be fixed up the proper way, and her ability to secrete fluids would be fully restored.

One issue would still remain to be settled however.  Both Byron and Heather had been reported missing and presumed dead.  They