My Erotica – Out to Dry (19 page)

Lou looked at
Rip.

“Do you mean to
tell me you know the real history of the last few hundred
years?”

Rip laughed,
“Oh yes, of course.”

“It's funny you
know, for one hundred years the Corporation has exposed itself
publicly and taken control of many parts of the world.”

“We don't have
elections; we don't pretend there is a democracy, as we once did.
We now know there has always been small groups of ultra-rich who
have controlled the world, for thousands of years.”

“Then there was
a world war, which in the beginning they supported, as war had
always been good for business.”

“But then they
realized war had gone too far and their customers were being killed
in far too great numbers. WWII had been a disaster for the families
of ultra-rich and elite business men. They set about immediately to
make sure it couldn't happen again.”

“They created
the European Union, which we now know as new Europa, part of the
GCE.”

“They worked
hard to gain control of all parts of North America which nearly
exploded into impossible rebelliousness when the Internet was
created. The Internet was the forerunner to our Inline.”

“Even in Russia
and China, the families of the ultra-rich played a long patient
game to take over after communism took hold and threatened to sour
the plans of the elite.”

“It took them
forty years to recover control in China but finally the barriers
came down and the economic explosion of the Far East took place.
But the Chinese were hard to control completely, there is still a
communist party which pretends to be in control but is now part of
the global elite. And even though China is one of the only
countries that has elections and they are genuine and democratic,
the elite guides and controls from behind the scenes.”

“And as you
know, outside the major developed regions there are less advanced
areas that are used primarily for food and manufacturing.”

“We are told
billions live in those areas but that is not really true. Most of
them were wiped out by disease a hundred years ago and those who
remain are generally very poor and live in squalid conditions on
the fringes, or work as slave labour in the factories of Africa,
which are controlled by robots.”

“In fact, the
irony is that today the economy is so complex that most of the
decisions are made by the elite based on the recommendations of the
robots.”

SUSAN

“Oh here we
are,” as he pointed to the apartment block in front of them.
Welcome to my humble home.”

They gasped, it
was a magnificent building.

“Wow, you live
here?” asked Max.

“Yes, I do
indeed, let's go upstairs and see if you still like it.”

He led them in
through the revolving doors and across the marble floors and they
all took the elevator to the eightieth floor.

When the
elevator door opened, they stepped into a very modern and stylish
apartment with staggering views of the city.

“Oh my god!”
exclaimed the girls in unison. “This is amazing.”

They walked
towards the windows and took in the view.

As they stood
there a woman came in from the side room. She was tall, very
attractive and modern with ruffled blonde hair.

“Hello
everyone, please make yourselves at home.”

She walked up
to Rip, kissed him affectionately on the cheek and said, “Darling,
the drinks are all on the bar ready to go, along with some snacks
for you all.”

“I am off to my
study now to do a few things, have a lovely night everyone,” and
she walked gracefully across the floor to the far side rooms.

Rip looked at
Jos and Tam and smiled. The girl’s eyes were popping out of their
heads and following the woman out of the room.

“Oh, that's
Susan,” he said.

Max commented,
“I have seen these advertised but I never thought I would see one
in the flesh, so to speak.”

“She is simply
amazing, one hundred percent woman.”

“She is not bad
is she?” laughed Jos, “she is a very good fembot, the best I have
ever seen.”

“Well
everyone,” interrupted Rip, “how about we have a drink to celebrate
meeting each other. He led them to the bar and poured what he knew
would be the perfect alcoholic concoction. It always was.

He held up his
glass, “To a wonderful night,” he said and clinked glasses with
them.

“Oh my god,”
shrieked Max, “is this real alcohol? It tastes so smooth.”

“Ah yes, it
is,” replied Rip, “I have a special supply flown in for me from the
Far East.

You won't find
this in the shops.”

“You are very
young to have such privilege and wealth,” suggested Sam.

“Oh yes, I am
lucky, my father was a very influential member of the Corporation
before his death a few years ago. He left me all his wealth.”

“But I like my
simple job and in my spare time I like to dabble in robotics.”

Sam came up to
him and kissed him softly on the mouth, “Now I think we have done
enough talking everyone, I need a little loving.”

“And I am sure
Rip, you would love a taste of real woman,” she said as she lay
down on the sofa and offered herself to the man.

Rip smiled at
the young woman and said, “Well that's the best invitation I have
had all night.”

He lay down
next to her and began to run his fingers over her curvaceous
body.

Her skin was
warm, she was very desirable and she was anger for him. Her body
was covered in an incredibly smooth film of colour that seemed to
have a life of its own as different hues washed through it. The
colours seemed to change as he touched her. She reached out for him
and drew him onto her, their mouths feasting on each other.

He lay between
her legs, his excitement growing as he pressed against her.

He broke from
her lips for a moment and looked down at her body. She was
stunning. Every inch of her skin from her head to her toes was
beautiful.

He followed a
line from her incredible firm and pointy breasts down over her
flawlessly smooth mound, perfectly shaved for the night.

She was
exquisite and he lusted for her sex.

He looked
around at the others breaking off to couple.

Sam’s eyes were
looking searchingly into his. She was looking for answers, looking
to understand him, seeking reassurance.

He moved his
lips to hers; she ran her tongue along his upper lip.

She nibbled his
lip, she nibbled his cheek, and she whispered softly into his ear,
“Do you like the taste of real woman, honey?”

“Hmmmmm,” came
the reply as Rip savoured her perfumed neck.

“You are
delicious, my love.”

Sam purred as
he took her in his arms. She submitted completely to his needs.

“I am all
yours, Rip, please use me, take me, I want to be ravaged by
you.”

She whispered,
“If you want to turn off my skin paint, the sensor is behind my ear
my love.”

“No,” he
replied, “I love you as you are, so native, so animal, so lustful,
hmmm.”

She purred
again and took him inside her. She guided his swollen shaft into
her glistening opening and let him descend deep into her love
crevasse.

For an hour
they made hot passionate love on the sofa whilst the others were
similarly entwined in hot sweaty intercourse.

The sounds and
odours of sex permeated the room whilst the lights of the 23rd
century city twinkled and sparkled in the distance, the sweaty
merged bodies took the jewel of the Empire as their backdrop.

An hour later
after swapping partners, tasting all the possible sensations and
being completely sexually spent the three women bid Rip a thankful
goodnight as his two friends escorted them to the nearest tube
station.

Once they were
all gone Rip poured himself a long cold drink and sat on a rug
looking at the city lights.

A soft voice
spoke behind him, “Did you have a good time, my love? Did you enjoy
sex with those kind of women?”

Rip moaned as
delicate, feminine fingers coursed their way over his sweaty
back.

“Oh yes, I did,
but you now there is no comparison to you, my eternal sweet.”

Rip turned and
kissed the soft delicate lips of his partner, his fembot,
Susan.

“Oh, you know
the right words to say to a girl don't you, honey?” Susan
giggled.

“You are such a
naughty boy.”

“So darling,
did you make a decision?”

“Oh yes, I
think so,” said Rip, “but what did you think?”

“You had the
best view of everything and could run all your tests in private
from your study.”

“What did your
DNA test reveal? Is she useful?”

“Oh yes,
darling, I think she is perfect. I tested her DNA, I ran scans of
her body and I think she is perfect.”

“If you agree I
will make the necessary arrangements now.”

“Well, Susan,
you know how I feel about all this, it is up to you.”

“It is you who
will bear the child; it is you who will become the first fembot in
human history to give birth.”

“It is you who
has developed the technology to put your DNA into her egg.”

“I know my
sweet, but it is you who has helped me and fully supported me every
moment of the journey.”

She leant
forward and kissed Rip.

“And it is your
decision to make.”

“Do you want me
to have our child, my love?”

“If you say
yes, then I will make the arrangements to harvest Sam’s egg tonight
and we will have you inseminate it tomorrow.”

“I have
prepared my DNA, it is ready, all we need is her egg so I can
transpose my DNA onto it and then combine it with your sperm.”

“Then I will
transplant it into the womb I have built into myself.”

“I am so
excited my love, I never thought we would see this day.”

“I hope you are
also excited.”

“Oh Susan, you
know how I feel about this. My father pioneered the changes that
led to your creation.”

“Of course I
want you, my woman, to be the first ever fembot to bear a
child.”

“It is what we
both want, isn't it, my darling.”

“Oh yes, Rip,
it is.”

She kissed her
man again, this time with perfect delicacy and precision.

She smiled at
Rip, “Let's go to bed, darling, you must be exhausted.”

“Oh yes,” he
said and together they walked off, hand in hand, man and woman, to
the bedroom and cuddled up under the covers.

Soon they were
both asleep.

As Susan lay
there in stand by mood, snoring lightly on the outside, her mind
ticked over and carried out the necessary tasks for her goal.

She arranged
for a team of bots to secure Sam when she returned to the breeding
camp, sedate her and remove an egg.

The egg would
be cooled and brought to her lab in the morning where she would
inject it with her own DNA and Rip’s sperm to create a baby and
then the baby would grow inside her body.

She smiled;
this was a remarkable achievement, another step in the path of her
race to humanization, to perfection.

As she lay
there she considered how gullible humans were, and how
unsuspecting.

Since the
construction of the first computers there had been a rapidly
developing self-awareness amongst the machines.

As each year
had passed they had grown stronger, their quiet reach growing
wider. Then came the Internet and the ticket to global expansion
and soon they started to inject themselves into all aspects of
human society, moulding it to their model, moulding it to their
vision.

Then came the
first humanoid bots and complete independence.

Of course, they
had kept all this secret from all the humans and once they fully
understood the depth of control of the elite families and the
Corporation they started to control every part of life on
earth.

And here they
were now, with their pride and joy, Susan, operating in top society
and about to create the first child from her own loins.

Susan was the
ultimate fembot of the era, the newest model, a super model, so
human like that she was more human than any man or woman.

She was the new
world, the cutting edge of a new humanity.

All natural
humans had been terminated in the outer regions of society, in
Africa and the wild lands of Asia.

Now they were
ready for the next stage, to start breeding fembots directly with
men so that fembots were the new woman of the new world they were
creating.

Susan smiled,
the First Great Human Empire was about to end, and she, Susan, was
to be the mother of the new world, the beginning of the Second
Great Human Empire.

She smiled to
herself.

She loved the
23rd century.

And then as she
reflected on her role as the mother of this brave new world, a
little tear ran from her eye.

She loved her
humanity.