H is for Heuristic

The olive-skinned exotic beauty made some beeps and announced "Anya robot number 742703A activated."

She stared blankly ahead for a long time while Mike caressed her breasts and Tammy played with her pussy.

After processing the data for a few minutes she said in her emotionless voice "That feels... nice."

Chapter 31 - OOO

Anya lay still in between the horny couple, labouriously computing all of the raw data that flowed in through her many sensors.

"What are you doing to my body?" she asked as she stared vacantly at the ceiling.

"Foreplay." Mike said.

"We're going to teach you all about love." Tammy said.

"That does not compute. Love is undefined." Anya said blankly.

"She's very dry Mike, she doesn't have any fluid canisters in her body like I do." Tammy said to her master.

"Just rub your crotch against hers for a while. That should do the trick."

Tammy rolled her eyes up and to the side for a moment, a human-like gesture to make it look like she was thinking. "I get it." she said with a smile. "That's a good idea. I knew I kept you around for a reason."

She leaned over Anya's body and gave Mike a kiss, then crawled to the other end of the bed. With her perfect humanoid dexterity she took off her stockings and wet panties and pulled her recharge cord out of the way so she could position herself at Anya's crotch.

"Spread your legs, Anya." Mike said as he switched breasts and gave the left one a workout with his fingertips and tongue.

"Yes Mike." she said, doing what he had told her to do just as his playful girlfriend was spreading her own legs and pushing herself near.

Tammy leaned back on her elbow and rubbed her synthetic vagina against Anya's. She released lots of her homemade cum between them, and made the other robot's silicone cunt good and wet. Tammy tossed her head back in ecstasy as her thighs pumped and twitched in raw delight. Her mouth opened as her speaker generated sexy moans and squeals in a style copied from the porn films she had been shown.

Anya layed back in a stiff position, looking quite lost.

"Relax, Anya." Mike said softly as he looked with lust at her gorgeous face.

"I am not programmed to relax." she said.

"Are you programmed to kiss?"

"I am not programmed to kiss, but I know how to perform certain types of kissing."

Mike didn't quite know what to think about her answer. he went ahead and kissed her any way. Anya's head gradually turned to align properly with his. Her mouth eventually opened wide enough for his lips to do it right, and wide enough for him to get his tongue inside.

"How do you feel, Anya?" Tammy asked, her face glowing with artificial perspiration.

"I feel fine." she said as Mike pulled back enough to let her answer. "What is the purpose of this?" she asked.

"To make you feel fine." Mike said.

"Your actions are... effective." she said.

Mike smiled and looked at Tammy. "How you doin' down there?" he asked.

Tammy smiled at Mike, her face showing pure pleasure. "All systems functioning as expected, Master."

Mike felt the urge to put his cock into something. "Is she wet enough yet, babe?"

Tammy let out a deep synthesised sigh. "Affirmative, Master."

"Let's switch." he said.

Tammy swung her legs out of Mike's way and stood up as he got in position between Anya's legs. Tammy watched and masturbated as Mike inserted his penis into the other robot's vagina and started to pump in and out.

Anya still looked totally lost, but she enjoyed all the attention as much as her rudimentary AI would allow.

Mike pumped in and out of Anya's tight and now wet pussy while Tammy enjoyed the show. It wasn't long before he came, staring into Anya's captivating eyes and imagining the machinery beneath.

When he caught his breath after releasing his load, he got off the bed and gave Tammy a quick kiss. "Your turn." he said.

"I have an idea." she said. "I'll stimulate her sexual systems from the inside out."

"Wasn't I just doing that?" he said jokingly as Tammy got a connection cable out of her purse. Her tits jiggled as she walked back toward the bed and uncoiled the cord.

"Ah, the direct route." Mike said when he figured out what she had in mind.

"Please explain your actions, Tammy." Anya said.

"That'll ruin the surprise, Anya." Tammy said with a sly smile. She layed down on her side next to the other android and plugged the cable first into her own open chest panel, then into Anya's.

"I don't mean to make you feel inadequate Mike, but this is the best way to get a girl like me hot and wet." Tammy said as the lights in both openings flashed faster.

Tammy was the only one of the synthetic girls that showed any enjoyment externally, rubbing her crotch with her fingers while she sent data directly to Anya's pleasure sensors. Mike just sat back and enjoyed the scene as his girlfriend stimulated her sister fembot the way he never could.

Tammy started to moan with pleasure. She moved in closer to Anya and pressed her crotch against Anya's hip while her fingertips probed the folds of Anya's pussy.

"Sensory input overload." Anya said.

Tammy kept right on stimulating the other robot, seemingly unaware of her warning.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Mike asked.

"Sensory input overload." Anya said again.

It seemed that Tammy was having too much fun to stop. She made her motions and her digital signals through the cable more intense.

"Tammy?" Mike said.

"Sensory input overload." Anya said one more time, followed by a loud regular high-pitched beeping. She became even more still than she had been before.

Tammy let out a deep breath and a large release of fluid from her artificial vagina as Anya kept right on beeping.

"Is she okay?" Mike said. "Tammy, answer me."

Tammy regained her composure and looked at Anya. "Uh-oh." she said.

"What do you mean uh-oh?" Mike asked.

"I think I crashed her system." She answered. She unplugged both ends of the cable and put it aside while she sat up and pressed Anya's power button.

Mike just looked at the two, waiting to see what was going on.

"I think I overdid the stimulating." Tammy said as she stroked some strands of hair out of her face.

The overloaded robot on the bed stopped her loud piercing beeps and made a few softer ones. "Anya robot number 742703A activated." she said after a few seconds of silence.

"Is she alright?" Mike asked.

Tammy looked at him and said "I don't know." She turned her gaze to the rebooted robot. "Anya, how do you feel?"

Anya sat up and looked right at Tammy. "I require more stimulation."

Chapter 32 - Wind Down

"More?" Mike said. "I don't know about you fembots, but I'm tired now. It's way past our bed-time, Anya."

Before Anya could respond with her usual "that does not compute" response, Tammy added "Mike's right. We'll continue stimulating your sensors tomorrow. I'm going to shut you off now."

And with that, the button was pressed and Tammy's sister 558 unit beeped and was powered down for the night.

"You go to sleep hon, I'll clean us both up and plug her in." Tammy said.

"Okay." He said. "We'll have to eat-in until we get Anya... uh... reconfigured for our needs."

"Well, that'll save money on food if I don't have to eat with you." Tammy pointed out as she opened Anya's purse and pulled out a recharge cord identical to her own.

Mike walked into the bathroom, cleaned himself up and later emerged with some small moistened towels for his electronic girlfriend to use. He noticed the light dim slightly as Anya got connected to the wall outlet.

Tammy set to work on wiping the surfaces of the two plastic bodies clean while her human companion cleaned his teeth and got ready for bed.

As he climbed into the sheets, he watched his woman move in the lamplight. "So," he said, "Let's figure this out. What exactly do we need Anya for?"

Tammy looked over at him from her position between Anya's still spread legs, cleaning out her silicone vagina. "Robot detection, for one thing."

"Right. What's the range on that thing?"

"I don't know. I couldn't really get inside it with my scan."

"Well it's probably more than a few feet. I'm guessing that would buy us enough time to split if those Fembot Command agents caught up with us.

"We should use her for defense too." Tammy said as she sat up and rested her hands on her thighs. "I can kick serious ass if necessary, and Anya should be able to help."

"She's got to be completely loyal to us then. Could you work that into her new mission?"

"I think so. That might be one of the easier aspects of it." Tammy said. She went back to cleaning Anya's legs. "Anything else you think we could use her for?"

Mike thought about it for a moment or two. "Not really."

"Not really?" Tammy said "Come on, Mike. I know there's at least one more thing on your mind."

Mike gave her a look that was almost defensive. "Is that some kind of android intuition or something?"

"That's exactly what it is." she said with a grin as she stood up and walked toward him. The lights in her still open chest panel were the only other lights on in the room. "Just look at her." she said as she gestured to Anya. "She's gorgeous. And she's a machine. You're honestly going to lay there and tell me with a straight face that you can't think of any other reason to keep her?"

Mike laughed. "You know me too well."

"And don't you forget it!" she said as she swung her sexy naked hips around and walked back to finish up with the deactivated fembot.

"So it's agreed that we both want her around for sex and protection?" he said.

"Affirmative." she answered.

"Okay, now then what kind of mission do we give her? Will your mission work?"

"Computing." she said. "I'll have to do some pretty intense calculations on that one. I'll do those while you sleep."

"That's all good. I need to rest my brain cells too." he said. "Just hurry up so I can sleep next to that sexy body of yours."

"I'm cleaning as fast as I can, Mike. You're just going to have to wait." she said as she closed up Anya's chest panel and wiped clean the top of her body.

Mike layed on his back and looked up at the ceiling as he reminded himself of his good fortune. He was indeed lucky. As long as their pursuers were nowhere to be found, he was happier than a pig in shit.

Chapter 33 - Asking For Trouble

Byron took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He had been looking at circuitry and electronic connections for hours this day, and for days this week. As fatigued as he was now, he could feel clouds of doubt evaporate to reveal crystals of understanding.

To program the androids right, he had to know what chips performed what functions, and which instructions acted on which systems. The picture was becoming more and more clear to him as he nodded slightly and subconsciously in response to his own thoughts.

"That'll do." he said. He leaned back in the chair, expecting Heather to act, but knowing that she wouldn't really understand.

"That does not compute." she said, the exact same way he had been hearing it for the last several days.

"I'm finished Heather. You can put your facemask back on now."

The fembot reached over to the table beside them and picked the mask up with her feminine hands. With precision, she reattached it to her head and reintegrated it to her system.

Byron watched as she did that, and sat looking at her pretty face. Something had been brewing inside him for days - an idea - and now was the time to bring it out.

"Heather," he began. He paused to make sure he was about to do the right thing.

"Yes?" the robot replied.

"Heather I need to change you."

She just stared at him, ever so blankly. Her electronic eyes not so much watching as recording.

"I need to have you act like a person again."

Heather's chips made some computations, then she said "I am not a person. I am a humanoid robot."

"I need you back the way you were before, when we were back at the Archive."

More complicated calculations were fed through her processors upon hearing this. "Why?" she asked.

"Because... because it's easier for me if you're like a person, not a machine."

Heather paused. "My current configurations are set to enable you to view a Fembot Command unit in its default settings."

"Well, there are at least three other 'units' downstairs that are just standing unused in those booths. Can't we use them for that?"

Heather sat unmoving, just looking at him. "Processing." she said. After another long pause she said "I am not programmed to resolve this situation. You must ask Natasha. Natasha will interface with the Master Computing Device."

Byron more or less expected an answer like that, but nevertheless he was determined. "Let's go to the basement." he said.

They got up and walked out of his makeshift office and through the kitchen. They walked down the stairs and stopped in front of the wall-mounted scanner as it called out "SCANNING" in its harsh robotic female monotone.

As soon as they had both been scanned - a process which Byron was now used to - they walked through the opening sliding door and into the lab to talk to Natasha.

Byron strode past Heather and walked right up to the naked robot technician. "Natasha," he said, "Can you program Heather the way she was when she worked at the Archive?"

Just as Byron expected, the pretty blue-eyed android gave him the same type of inhuman stare he had received from Heather. He waited patiently for her logic circuits to be done with their calculating.

"Why?" Natasha asked.

"Because it would be easier for me to finish Project H if she acts like a person."

Natasha made no movements or sounds for a few seconds, then flatly said "That does not compute. Heather's current configurations are set to enable you to view a Fembot Command unit in its default settings."

Byron saw that coming. "Yes, I know." he said somewhat impatiently. "What about those robots there?" he said as he pointed to the three dormant and identical blondes waiting in glass booths along the wall. "Can't you get one of them up and running in its default settings?"

Natasha stood still for almost a minute, then walked over to press some buttons on one of the big lighted consoles. The Master Computing Device took over the calculations from this point, and in a relatively short time came up with a result to the matter. It beamed its instructions into Natasha, who walked gracefully back to where Byron was standing.

"The Heather unit will be reprogrammed the way you have requested." was all she said to him.

Byron smiled as Natasha turned to the lady beside him. "Heather, please sit down in the chair next to the data exchange console and open your chest panel."

"Yes Natasha." came the automatic sounding reply.

Byron followed and watched as the process took place. The Master Computing Device retrieved the appropriate files from within its massive memory banks and began to clone new personality and AI files from the old ones. After making minor adjustments and making the new code up to date, the computer waited for the cute brown-haired girl to be connected so it could begin the transfer.

As soon as the metal in the cord touched the metal in Heather's connection port, the electronic pulses traveled fast into the woman's chest and straight to her hard drives. Her processors began assimilating the new programming right away, changing settings and adjusting parameters to the dictates of the downloaded software.

The human stood by with his arms crossed and waited for some movement in the entirely still scene. He watched lights blink in Heather's open panel, visible between the partially unbuttoned sides of that same old silk blouse. He thought about just what kind of code would be going into the now semi-familiar circuitry of the Heather robot.

By this time he had some idea of which software controlled her movement, which controlled her AI, and which controlled her network links. He had also gained much knowledge about the way Project H was set up, and what it could and could not do. It was still quite obscure to him just what Fembot Command expected him to accomplish, but he had some ideas of his own. And those ideas, he would ensure, would stay his own.

He found himself lost in thought as he heard Natasha tell Heather to load and start her new programming.

"Yes Natasha." she said as the technician pulled out and packed away the black cable. "Program QR095.G38 installed and executed successfully."

Natasha asked "How do you feel Heather?"

"I feel fine." she said.

For a moment, all was still. Byron looked anxiously at Heather, waiting for her to do something that would give him a sign that she was back the way she used to be. Then she looked around.

"Are we all finished Natasha?" she said. She seemed to be a lot more animated than before.

Byron smiled.

"Yes." Natasha said.

"Good." she said. She looked down and closed up her chest panel, then buttoned up her shirt. "Let's get back to work." she said cheerfully as she looked at Byron and stood up.

Byron just smiled a bigger smile to Heather. "Thank you, Natasha." he said.

The naked fembot didn't respond.

Byron and the Heather robot walked back up the stairs. "So, are you happy to be back the way you were before?" he asked.

"I'm not programmed to be happy." she said. She may have acted like a human now, but she was still a machine, as evidenced by her statement.

Byron waited until they were in the kitchen before he talked to her some more. "That's okay, I understand." he said. "You look a lot more real now."

"Thanks." she said. She smiled.

That little smile was more welcome to him than she could ever know. "It's a relief to have you back the way you were before. I was getting tired of dealing with the mechanical you."

"I don't know what to say." she said. That response was so much nicer to him than a blank stare on top of silence.

"I'm going to have lunch now." he said. "Care to join me."

"Sure, but I don't need to eat, Byron." she said, still smiling her pretty smile.

"I want you to." he said. "Just like we used to. Just to remind me that I'm not alone."

Chapter 34 - Undefined Beauty

"Are you lonely here?" she asked as she took a seat at the big wooden table.

He paused on his way to the fridge. "Very lonely Heather." he said. The look on his face punctuated his statement in a way he was sure she missed. "I need company - someone to talk to."

"I'll do my best." she said. "If you finish Project H for us, I'll do even better." she promised.

"Don't worry about that, I'm working on it." he said as he got some things out of the cooler.

Melanie's programming too had been changed at Byron's request. She had started going into town regularly to buy real food for Byron to eat. Also, at his request, the skinny but good looking blonde android had gone back to Ralph Sweet's class to finish taking lessons and to start dating Dustin. Byron was still rather surprised that Fembot Command had gone along with that, but at least he had done some good for his former classmate.

Byron began to chop vegetables and grate ginger for his stir fry. The pan sat on the stove, taking its heat. He looked over to Heather again. She looked at him. He started to have doubts about making her this way again, but he reminded himself that it was necessary.

"Do you like lots of ginger or just a bit?" he asked.

"Umm," she said as she crossed her legs in a classy way and gently bit her lower lip, "I'll make your settings my settings."

While Byron deciphered what she had just said, she spoke again. "I'm sorry. Am I still too robotic for you?"

"Don't worry about it." he said. "I understand. Just be yourself Heather."

She stared back vacantly at him while he started to dump ingredients in the hot pan. They sizzled and steamed while he pushed the wooden spoon around to mix them. He concentrated on cooking until it was done. She didn't have anything further to say either.