H is for Heuristic

Bit by bit, the data accumulated inside the massive console told of the android's experiences during the previous 24 hours. All of her digital thoughts, all of her energised movements, and even all of her romantic encounters were loaded as ones and zeroes into the computer.

No anomalies or problems were detected. The Heather robot was working just as she had been built and programmed.

Chapter 42 - Tests Begin

While his android companion was being prepared by Natasha for another 24 hour cycle of operation, Byron finished his hot, relaxing shower and got dressed in the plain white bath robe he wore while his own clothes were being cleaned.

He came out of the bathroom and started to make some breakfast for himself while he thought about what he needed to do. He cracked eggs into a hot pan while thinking about the proper way to structure his experimental software and hardware setup. With all hope it would work.

Byron hummed a tune to himself while he made his meal. The radio station he had found he liked up here had only news to offer this early. Even if it wasn't in French, he wouldn't really want to hear it and be reminded of the outside world right now.

He glanced out the kitchen window. The snow had not let up one bit, and still fell constantly in big heavy flakes through air that was dark, cold and still. It looked nice, but he longed for the freshness of spring. He was so far now from everything he knew. He closed his eyes and slowly drew in a long deep breath. He had to think about something else.

He thought about Heather. He readily admitted now to himself that he loved her, even though she was a machine. Yet he still wished she wasn't. He wondered if there was a real woman like her anywhere out there, one who could love him back, and maybe even grow old together with him.

After the cooking was done, he sat down to eat - alone as usual in the morning. The way his female friend was now confined to a cold examination chair with computer cables connected to her exposed circuitry entered his thoughts. She was only his at the whim of a supercomputer. He supposed she could be taken away just as quickly as she had first appeared.

He hated thinking these thoughts. They reminded him of his powerlessness.

"Enough." he said out loud and to no one, to get his mind back on track. He gulped down the rest of his food and drank the overly sweet orange juice while he mentally prepared the first steps he would take.

After about three quarters of an hour at the keyboards of his workstation, the robot maid came by with his cleaned and folded clothing. He kept looking at the screen in front of him and waited for the sounds of her loud mechanical movement to cease. When he knew she was right behind him, he turned around fast and took his clothes from her.

By now he had given up on saying thanks. The maid continued to make her loud beeping tones and noises as she started moving again and walked away. Byron stood up and changed into his work clothes once more as he waited for Heather, who usually emerged from the lab shortly after.

When she came back upstairs - human simulation mode freshly activated - he got up to greet her. He had nearly forgotten that she hadn't dressed that morning, and he remembered his earlier plan for her.

"Are you ready to choose some new clothes to wear?" he asked brightly.

She looked unsure. "Yeah. I'm ready." she said.

He put his arm around her and brought her again into the room next to his. He turned the light on and opened the closet wide.

"What do you feel like wearing?" he asked.

"I don't know." she said. "Can you choose the clothes for me?"

Byron was a little disheartened at her lack of initiative, but he understood.

He kissed her again. "Sure." he said.

The human looked through the closet for things he thought would look nice on her. He pulled out some things and hoped they'd fit. Then he went over to the dresser and pulled out some underwear and some jeans. He had a hunch her cute butt would look real nice in those.

He decided to have her dress simply, in white cotton underwear, jeans, a t-shirt and a sweater. When he got all of those things together, he handed the process over to her.

"Okay," he said, "Try these and see if they fit."

"Okay." she said with a smile.

She pulled the panties on over her smooth legs and on to her sexy hips. Byron watched and nodded in approval.

Heather put the bra on next, then the t-shirt, then the jeans, and finally the tight brown sweater. It was a good choice of garments. She looked good in them, just as Byron had hoped.

He positioned her in front of the mirror on the dresser. "There." he said. "How do you like your new look?"

"I like it." she said as she mindlessly scanned the scene in front of her and digitally processed the appearance of her own image. They both knew she would have given the same answer no matter how she had dressed.

Byron stood back and admired her young looking, sexy body. It was shown off nicely even in the casually fitting clothes. He was getting aroused again, but he had to get his work done.

"Let's get started Heather." he said. He led her by the hand out of the room, turning off the light as he went.

He went back into his bedroom to grab that laptop that had been such a pain to get, and they walked together into the living room so he could use it to try to make her into a person.

For a couple of hours, music filled the room as Byron worked on transferring his previous work into the portable PC. He needed to be careful how he structured and coded the programs and data he transferred, and it took all of his effort to concentrate on all of that.

From time to time, he disconnected the laptop from his workstation and plugged it into Heather's chest to test the effects of certain programs. For this, it had been necessary to have her remove her sweater and leave her chest panel open. She sat patiently beside him the whole time, being supportive and friendly as always.

As the new software piled up in the laptop, he needed to test the operation of her systems - to see if any of his new code would interfere with what she already had installed inside of her. Her sexual systems and programs were surprisingly extensive, and soon he had to test them fully with his programs running in the background.

So he ordered his assistant to get naked. She did that while he got a blanket and layed it out on the floor for them. Then, he took off his clothes and joined her in position in front of the big couch.

He straddled her and leaned over to make some final adjustments to the laptop next to her.

"Let me know if you experience any problems." he said to her as he made sure she was securely connected.

"Okay." she said with a sweet looking smile.

They began to copulate, but this time Byron had to keep watching the computer beside him to see if everything was working. The fembot under him was functioning more or less normally, and mirrored his gradually rising level of arousal.

They pumped their hips together slowly at first, then harder and faster until they found a pleasing rhythm. Swells of emotive cello playing filled the room along with their grunts and heavy breathing while the software testing session continued to get hotter.

Byron had to close his eyes to come, so easily distracted he was by the circuitry visible in her opened chest. When he did, he felt her come too, and slowed down to a halt. They layed silent and still for a moment, her synthetic pussy still gripping his dick warmly and tightly.

He breathed in deep, savouring the aroma of her cream. He kissed her again, this time for a long time.

"That concludes the test." he said in jest.

She just smiled as he got off her and knelt down to examine the data that had been recorded. He used the little finger pad on the laptop to navigate the many display windows, checking their contents one by one.

He smiled a satisfied smile. "Excellent so far." he said.

Chapter 43 - A Lesson Worth Learning

"Now," he said after setting a few more things up, "I need you to masturbate for me."

He felt a little embarrassed to tell her that, as refined and proper as he was, but he was still surprised when he saw that familiar look of embarrassment again show so plainly on her face as well.

"I don't know how." she said.

She looked at him with those clear brown eyes of hers, that pretty face looking vulnerable and lost. He looked down at the exposed electronics in her chest, then at her breasts with those perfect nipples, then at her soaking wet crotch with its neatly trimmed patch of artificial hair.

"How do I explain this?" he thought to himself. He thought for a while about this new problem. Her lack of knowledge in that regard made sense, of course, even considering her new and extensive digital library of sexual data. Why would a fembot need to stimulate itself that way anyway?

Byron tried to explain. "Um... take your hands, and..." he stopped. He didn't really know how to work a clit like that either.

He turned back to his laptop while Heather looked at him, like a computer waiting for him to finish relaying his command.

Byron opened another window, another diagnostic display. This one displayed data specific to her artificial vagina. Together, they would figure out the right way to operate her complex vaginal unit.

He reclined on the floor beside her, facing the same way as she but with his legs off to the side. He turned the computer around so they both could see it.

"Okay Heather, touch your crotch." he said.

She looked at him quizzically, then moved her right hand down and placed it over her vagina. Status and level indicators inside a window shot up momentarily on the screen, then fell gradually down again.

"Keep moving your hand around." he suggested.

She was still looking at him, and now moved her hand around in perfect circles.

"Look at the monitor." he said as he pointed to it. "You see the way the sensor activity changes with the way you touch yourself?"

The fembot studied the computer screen as it displayed data that was already available to her CPU. The way it was isolated and separated on this other computer gave her a new and different way of seeing it though.

"Is this how I masturbate?" she asked as her hand went pointlessly round and around.

"Almost." he said, trying to give her encouragement. "Watch the levels as you move your hand now." he explained. "Pay attention to the clitoris in particular. The higher the levels, the more your sensors are working, and the more pleasure you are feeling."

Heather kept rubbing circles on herself and watching the screen. "I'm not programmed to feel pleasure." she said.

"Well, you're programmed to act like you do, right?" he said.

She kept watching and stroking. "Yes, when you touch me, I activate my sexual subroutines."

"Now you can activate your sexual subroutines for yourself." he said. He put his hand on top of hers. "Stop for a moment." he said.

She looked up at him as he held her wet hand. He felt the urge to give her a kiss, but didn't want to distract her processors from their current task.

"Follow my lead." he said as he lightly clutched her hand and moved it up and down over her pussy. He pushed her fingers into the folds and against her labia and her clit. "Look at the monitor." he instructed.

The android turned her head again to the computer screen and watched the fluctuating coloured meters inside the window.

Byron led her hand over and over the right spots to make those meters jump and fall back again until they got into a rhythm. "This is more like it." he said.

"Now, keep moving your hand like this." He took his hand slowly away and wiped the excess juice on the blanket.

Byron watched his robot companion rub herself, and tried to keep his own thoughts focused on teaching rather than getting horny. It was hard.

"Now, activate your sexual subroutines." he said.

"Which ones?" she asked.

"Activate the ones you would activate if I was touching you." he told her.

She rubbed and rubbed as the graphic meters on the monitor went up and down. "I can't." she said after a while.

"Why not?"

"Because it's not you touching me."

"I know that, but you have to activate those subroutines."

Her processors were having much trouble, and getting near their heat limit. "I..." she said, then went silent for a while, "But you're not touching me..."

"Activate those sexual subroutines. Tell yourself that your hand is a separate system that can get you aroused."

"How?"

"Change your pattern and outside system interaction settings. Override the values in the abstract reciprocation algorithms."

The fembot stroked a steady rhythm as she computed that last instruction. "I can do that?" she asked as she looked at Byron. The revelation was important enough to cause her facemask to configure itself in a look of surprise.

"Of course you can do that. Do it!" he said excitedly.

Heather looked back to the monitor while her system made the adjustments he had suggested. Almost immediately, her whole body shivered and twitched.

"Ohhh...." she said loud. Her eyelids opened wide. She pushed harder, and Byron could see the graphic meters in the display push higher and higher. Her sensors were being worked to their limits.

He could see her getting wet by herself now. The strongly aromatic fluid was being pumped fast enough to make the darkened spot of fabric underneath and between her legs grow.

"Byron!" she exclaimed as she twitched her way into a strong synthetic orgasm. "Aughhh!" she screamed as she brought herself her system's maximum allowable pleasure - for the first time all by herself.

The coloured bars on the computer screen fell slowly as her hand came to a halt. She looked up at him, her face reflective with artificial sweat. Her mouth hung open as she appeared to breathe very deep. Before he knew what was happening her arms went toward him and pulled him fast down on top of her.

She bombarded him with an electrified frenzy of deep wet kisses as she moaned excitedly and clutched his clumsily falling body tightly against hers.

Apparently, his lesson had been successful.

Chapter 44 - Gettin' Tighter

Several minutes went by before Byron thought that Heather was done with him. But she wasn't.

He pulled his head away from her charged, passionate kisses long enough to say "Stop!"

She just looked at him, still holding on to him tightly and said "More!" While she looked up at him, status indicators present in her video field showed that her vaginal fluid canister was running low, but that was no deterrent to this horny android.

She began another round of kisses, but Byron - fragile human being that he was - was getting tired.

He pushed himself up with his arms, but Heather quickly wrapped her legs around his, gripping him tight as a vise. He lifted her slightly heavier metal and plastic body up with his until he realised that he couldn't resist the powerful electronic woman.

So he slumped back down gently to the floor, and gently on top of her. This time he rested his head over her shoulder, hoping that would stop her kisses. Instead of stopping, she just kissed, licked, and gently nibbled his ear.

Byron laughed, feeling helpless to stop her but still enjoying himself. "Heather I have to stop now. I'm not like you, I can't go on forever."

"But Byron, you make my vaginal circuitry so active! I need more!" she said between kisses.

Byron tried to roll off to the side, but was still gripped tightly by all four of her strong and warm mechanical limbs.

"Let go!" he commanded in a stern voice.

That did the trick. She released the human and watched him roll off of her. Inside her body, the nearly empty fluid container kept pumping its synthetic juice slowly out while her processors calculated the ever changing data fed to them by her cameras and microphones.

Byron sat up. So did Heather, nearly unplugging herself from the laptop as she did. She spread her legs and put one hand right back into action at her crotch. She closed her eyes, tilted her head up and arched her back, her open mouth letting out a delightful synthesised series of moans.

Byron caught his breath and watched. Now he wanted to see how long it would take for the fembot to wear herself out.

"Watch the monitor!" she said between deep breaths and emphatic moans.

Byron glanced over to the screen of the laptop, and watched the levels begin to peak much faster than they had before. The ones that had already peaked began to flash, indicating that they were going off the chart.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she yelled out as she maxed out all of the bars on the graphs. Her fingers stroked her wet silicone inhumanly fast as her sexual systems went full steam ahead again. As she came once more, she grabbed and squeezed his hand. Her fluid cartridge emptied itself, giving notice to her CPU that it had run dry. A red graphic warning of this flashed in the corner of her sight as she squeezed Byron's hand hard.

"Hey!" he said as her tightening grip got painful.

She exhaled and brought her head down to look at his hand. She immediately released him.

"Sorry." she said. "My pussy was hogging all my processor time."

Byron shook and flexed his hand. "I've created a monster." he said.

Heather couldn't compute the meaning of his comment, but that was not important to her now. Her primary goal was to have her spent fluid container replaced with a full one, so she could keep masturbating.

"My vaginal lubricant canister is empty." she said. "I have to go get it replaced."

Heather started to get up, but Byron stopped her. "I'll get it." he said. "You stay there."

She smiled brightly at him, and went right back to another round of self-stimulation. She didn't need to secrete anything to enjoy herself, and she could go on until her batteries were completely drained. If she plugged herself into a wall outlet, she could go on non stop for years.

Byron cleaned himself up a bit and threw on his housecoat. He was worried that Natasha and particularly the Master Computing Device wouldn't like what he had done to their fembot. As he made his way down the stairs, through the scanner and into the lab, he was already thinking of ways he could program some restraint into Heather.

Into the basement lab again he went, and over to talk to the pretty light brown-haired and blue-eyed android standing perfectly still over by the console.

"Natasha?" he said as he approached.

Machine-like, she turned to face him and spoke. "Yes Byron?" she said, her fabulously shaped tits still jiggling slightly from her movement.

He stared at those flawless breasts for a while, then snapped out of it. "Heather's vaginal fluid canister has run dry, and I need a replacement."

Byron watched her as her processors computed the sound of his voice. He tried not to ogle the sexy naked robot while she exchanged data wirelessly with the basement supercomputer. He failed.

He was staring right at Natasha's trimmed patch of artificial pubic hair when she answered him with a question. "Do you require a replacement for Heather or a replacement for Heather's vaginal lubricant canister?"

Byron looked at the nude machine's pretty but completely vacant face. She stared right back at him, her painted glass eyeballs not once being covered by blinking silicone eyelids. That powerful and massive machine intelligence really couldn't tell for which replacement he was asking. It was comforting for him to know that his captors had some vulnerabilities.

"I need a replacement lubricant canister." he said. "I don't need to replace Heather."

He imagined all the circuitry within Natasha's chest sparking to life with his answer to her question.

"We can assist you then. No replacement Heather robots exist."