H is for Heuristic

"Do you understand?" he said, trying to banish the illogical feelings of jealousy that came to him along with his order to the robot. "Offer to sleep with him. But don't rape him if he refuses."

Anya's electronic circuits computed his words. "Yes Mike." she said.

She stood there waiting by the door. He gave her butt a squeeze and reminded himself that she was not capable of choosing Byron over him. "Play some of his CDs for him too, if he wants."

"Yes Mike." she said again.

Not long after, the sound of Byron's door opening and closing was heard. Mike wondered now if Byron would be offended by his unusual hospitality, but decided to let the tall brunette android go to him with her current orders intact.

"See you tomorrow." he said.

Anya stared back blankly and walked out the door.

Mike turned his attention to Tammy, who was putting things away and preparing herself for bedtime. He looked at her beautiful eyes as she unwound her recharge cord.

"Now," he said "you protect me."

Chapter 61 - Amicability Algorithms

Anya knocked on Byron's door. She stood straight like a mannequin as he went toward the door and looked through the peephole.

He watched her lack of motion for a moment, then let her in.

"Hello Anya." he said as she stepped inside and he close the door behind her.

"Hello Byron." she said mechanically. "Do you want to have sex with me?"

Byron was more than surprised. "No." he said.

Anya looked unaffected. She put her purse down on a table and started to undress.

"What are you doing?" Byron asked.

"I am removing my clothing."

"Why?"

"My end-of-day directives are to remove my clothing and recharge my battery packs."

Byron let her finish and pulled the tiny bottle of rye out of the paper bag. He had decided to limit himself to this one drink. He unwrapped a small glass tumbler that was sitting on a tray next to the TV and poured his drink into it.

Anya continued to undress, and got completely naked as Byron watched. He felt uncomfortable. He decided not to tell Mike about this, and he would definitely keep his hands off Anya's super-sexy body.

Anya stripped as if it was just one more function she could perform, and so it was. She knew the effect the sight of her nude form could have on men, but she had no emulated desire to use that effect one way or another.

Her cameras were aimed at the wall as she exposed her exquisitely molded plastic parts, but she was able to see Byron watching her in the periphery.

There was no way he could keep his eyes off such a perfect body. Anya was the sexiest woman he had ever met, robot or not. He took guilty pleasure in watching her fine curves as the drink he sipped numbed his tongue.

When she was completely undressed, she emotionlessly turned and pulled her recharge cord out of her purse. She walked over to Byron, closer to him than he would have liked. His eyes and her pretty plastic crotch were at roughly the same level.

He froze for a moment with the tumbler to his lips, looking at the neatly shaped patch of artificial hair above her electronic vagina.

He realised also at that point that he had forgotten to bring a recharge cord along for Heather. He would make sure to add that to the shopping list, as these cords were the same standard type that provided power to most computers and monitors, only a lot longer.

"Please connect this cord to my recharge port." Anya said. She waited for him to grab the coiled up cord, then pivoted around robotically to show him her backside.

Her recharge port opened up as he took in the sight. Unlike Mike, he wasn't a big fan of exposed electronics per se, but he sure could appreciate the sight of this fembot's beautifully curved buttocks.

Her temptation severely tested his resolve. Her computerised mind was still trying to get him interested sexually, in accordance with her orders. The trick she now employed had been taught to her by Tammy. Fembots like them were more than capable of plugging themselves in, but their human master found them irresistible when they asked him to do it.

Byron downed his drink in one more gulp to steady his nerves. He uncoiled the long black cord and pushed the proper end into the exposed mechanism. The single green light turned amber and started slowly flashing. He moved aside and stood up - so near to him Anya was standing - and walked over around the bed to find an outlet. He stooped down and plugged the male end of the cord into the socket.

Anya turned around and looked at him with her extremely gorgeous face. Even without emotion of any kind displayed on it, it was still breathtaking to behold.

"Thank you Byron." she said.

"You're welcome." he answered, keeping his distance as if she was too dangerous to get near. He wished he had bought a bit more liquor.

She pulled aside the sheets on the bed and slid her sexy body in.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm going to bed." she stated simply.

Byron was very uncomfortable. He longed to have Heather in that spot instead of Anya.

Without a word more he went to the washroom to brush his teeth. Anya slid herself over to the side near to the outlet and pulled the covers over her warm and smooth skin. With incorruptible vigilance, she analysed every muffled sound and every flashing shadow that went by outside. Her CPU worked out possible plans of action based on a multitude of probabilities, no matter how remote. Byron would be safe from harm tonight.

He was still quite rattled from Anya's advances though. He had no idea that Mike had told her to behave this way, and just thought that Anya was an extremely horny machine. He would make sure nothing went on between them. He wouldn't mention any of this to Mike either.

The alcohol started to pleasantly affect him finally as he stepped out of the tiny washroom and over to the empty side of the bed. He didn't quite know what to say, so he didn't say anything as he stripped down to his boxer shorts and got under the sheets next to Anya. He stayed as far from her as he could.

"Would you like to have sex with me before you go to sleep?" she asked.

"No." he said as he rolled over to face away from her. "Just do your job and watch over me."

He rolled his words around in his mind in the long silence that followed. He didn't mean to sound so unkind.

But that was of no import. Anya had no feelings to hurt.

Chapter 62 - Touché

As if Byron wasn't uncomfortable enough sleeping next to an electronic temptress, Anya began to masturbate - and in no subtle way.

She began like an alarm going off. She stretched out and rolled on to her back in one quick motion, then spread her legs and thrust both hands downward in the next.

"Beginning sensory stimulus." she announced in her strictly logical way.

Before Byron could figure out what was going on, she began to verbally relay the changes in her body's state. "Internal temperature rising. Now at 37.3° Celsius." she said.

Her voice was already too loud to ignore, just as her words were to odd to ignore. Soon, Byron could no longer even try to forget about the motion picked up and amplified by the motel mattress.

"Vaginal sensor activity increasing. Now at 218% of normal levels." she said.

"Anya, what the hell are you doing?" Byron said. It was clear that he was very annoyed and frustrated.

"I am masturbating. Would you like to help me?"

Byron got mad. "Stop that! Stop it right now."

Anya stopped what she was doing. "My masturbatory cycle has not yet completed." she told him.

Byron clenched his teeth. He couldn't stand dealing with intransigent androids. "Finish in the washroom." he ordered. "When you come back, just lie next to me and pretend you're sleeping."

"Yes Byron." she said vacantly and got up. He was expecting her to sound a little offended, but there was not a trace of emotion in her digitally generated voice.

The gorgeous fembot got up efficiently, and in the same manner walked in the dark motel room to the washroom.

She didn't turn on any lights that might have further aggravated him, but she didn't close the door either. She stood naked in the dark tiled room and continued right where she had left off.

"Clitoris-specific sensor clusters are at maximal stimulation values." she said loud and clear as byron shut his eyes tight and pulled the covers over his head.

He decided to wait it out. It struck him that Mike must have really enjoyed seeing Anya's inhuman display of mechanistic arousal. It was torture for him to listen to that soulless machine do what he had watched his Heather do, and what he had taught her to do so well for her own simulated pleasure. All he could think about was the damaged and non-functioning android in the room on the other side of the thin wall behind him.

Anya kept up her little play session for exactly five minutes, including the time she had spent in bed next to Byron. "Masturbation session complete." she said in her near-monotone, and walked back into the main room.

Byron was huddled under the covers and facing away - trying to be as far away as he could. He expected to say no to another request for sex from the mindless bimbo next to him, but she said nothing after sliding into bed beside him. She did exactly as he had ordered and layed next to him with her sleep simulation programs booting up and running.

A few feet away, behind the thin wallpaper, drywall and 2x4s that separated them, Mike and Tammy held on to each other - in love. Mike had heard Byron's loud command to Anya to stop what she was doing. He felt bad now that his generous plan had backfired. He honestly thought that he could share the sexy Anya unit, and that Byron would appreciate the gesture.

"What's wrong?" Tammy said quietly. She had been reading him in the dark.

"I thought Byron would want to, you know, try Anya on for size... while Heather's being fixed."

"Why doesn't he?" she asked innocently. "Anya's beautiful."

"'Cause he loves Heather." Mike answered.

"I don't understand."

Mike looked at the soft dark blue on black shades in the room that his eyes could make out. "She's the only one for him. I guess it would be like cheating on Heather if he screwed Anya."

"But they're both machines." she said.

Mike stroked Tammy's soft hair and kissed her forehead. "You seem to forget you're also a machine."

"Yeah, but I'm sentient." she said proudly.

"So you claim."

"Yours is just a claim too." she said. She reached down and grabbed his stiffening penis. "Care to offer me some hard evidence of your sentience?"

"Touché." he said.

They shared a little laugh.

"But I still don't understand. Why doesn't Byron want Anya just because he loves Heather. That does not compute."

"I think he loves her just like I love you... like I would love a real human woman."

"I still don't get it." she complained, while stroking his shaft with her delicate fingertips.

"Let me put it this way. I wouldn't share you with him, but Anya's different."

"What does that have to do with why he doesn't like her?"

"Umm... I'm not sure."

"And why wouldn't you share me with him?" she asked as she crawled on top of him. "Aren't I good enough to share?"

"Fuck that." he said as he firmly grabbed her sexy ass. "You're mine."

"I belong to no one!" she protested. Her synthetic bodily fluids began to get pumped out of the parts of her body that were heating up.

"You're programmed to obey my commands, right?"

"Yeah, but..."

"You're MINE!" he happily growled as he found the entrance to her silicone vagina and pushed himself inside.

"Yes Master." Tammy giggled. She reached up and took off her facemask so he could enjoy the lovely light show while she rode on top.

Chapter 63 - Cold Night

For Byron, the night didn't pass smoothly at all. Many times he got up to turn up the thermostat, which didn't seem to work. Many times he rolled over on one side then the other, which was no help in getting comfortable.

When he wasn't thinking about Heather, he was wondering how warm Anya could get. He still didn't lay so much as a finger on her out of stubbornness and pride. She could have kept him very warm indeed had he let her.

Instead, he lay there listening to the sounds of this unfamiliar town. They came in too easily through the motel's walls, but they did distract him a little bit from replaying that one scene over and over again.

Over and over again the heartless blonde fembot took aim, and over and over again Heather was knocked down by the blast. In torturous repetition he saw the moment her simulated life went out of her eyes.

He started wishing he had never left the cabin. There he could still be, in a very warm room with his artificial companion by his side instead of that raven-haired computer. The way she acted, Anya to him was not much better than the strikingly unreal maid he had left behind.

Byron even thought about going back. He wondered what would happen if he just showed up at the door, and asked Natasha to let him in again and fix his broken lover.

On top of all that, the darkness and the coldness was maddening. He turned once more away from Anya under the covers and pulled his body closer in on itself.

Dawn came early, and unwelcome to him. Loud children ran back and forth in front of his room, yelling their childish things to each other as they waited for their mother to take them away.

Byron opened his eyes and looked at the clock. It was just after six. He closed his eyes again and tried to sleep some more, but the hole that had been torn into his psyche let in too much howling wind and icy frost.

Mike was waking up around then too, thanks to the hyper kids outside. He held on to the soft and warm body of his own robot, and had stayed comfortable through the night thanks to her heat.

"It's cold in here." he said as he got up. He looked over at the thermostat, which was already set all the way up.

He looked across the room to the other bed. Heather was under a blanket, with most of the front of her abdomen opened up.

"You got that list of more parts we'll need?" he asked Tammy.

"Processing." she said, just because he liked hearing it. "I'll write it down when you're in the shower."

"Ok." he said after a yawn. "Let's let Byron sleep."

"Are you going to go shopping by yourself?"

"No, you come with me."

"I calculate that there's enough work to do on Heather and her parts for both me and Anya to do. I think you should take Byron with you."

He thought about that for a while. "Sure. I should have known you would be computing the best use of our time."

Tammy got the covers out of her way and unplugged herself. She stood up and started to coil up her recharge cord. "I'll start from where I left off last night after I get dressed."

"Oh, don't get dressed on my account." he joked. "I think that would look neat - you naked and repairing another android."

Tammy put one hand on her hip and pointed at the washroom with the other. "Go shower, filthy human."

Mike laughed. "Give me a kiss." he ordered.

Tammy turned around and picked her facemask off the nightstand. She held some hair out of the way and snapped it back on to the front of her plastic and metal head.

Mike went toward her and gave her a quick kiss and a quick feel between her legs.

"Brush your teeth too, stinky." she said.

Mike stuck his tongue out at her and walked into the washroom. With luck, the hot water tank would have something left in it.

While Mike was washing up in there, the phone rang. Tammy instantly computed the meaning of the noise and sat down on the bed to answer the call.

"Hello?" she said sweetly.

"Hello, Tammy? It's Byron."

"Good morning!" she said with bright cheer. "How did you sleep?"

"Not too well. How did you charge?"

"Good." she said as she laughed. "What's on your mind?"

Byron paused for a while before he answered. He found himself thinking of how Tammy had been programmed. "Um, you said yesterday we need more parts to fix Heather. Do you have a list made up yet?"

"In my chest I do, but I'll write it down on paper for you and Mike."

"Okay. I really need to have Heather fixed as soon as possible. Can I talk to Mike?"

"He's in the shower. Why don't you take a shower, get dressed and come over here?"

Byron felt like he should be the one giving the machine suggestions, but that was his plan anyway.

"Sure." he said and hung up.

Tammy's AI expected some friendly words of parting, but she knew he had hung up when she heard the clicking from the phone. She put her end back on the hook and in a flash processed the instruction sets necessary for writing down that list of parts needed.

Byron stayed sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped up in the blankets that were so much warmer where they had covered Anya.

Anya stood naked and motionless off to the side after receiving a curt order to move from the stressed-out human.

Byron stood up with the covers still over him and looked at Anya. "I'm going to have a shower now. I guess you're going to stay right here?" he said, adding "in that same fucking spot?" in his thoughts.

"Yes." she responded.

He turned away and went to have his shower. He immediately felt bad for treating Anya so inhumanely, and then immediately reminded himself that she wasn't human.

He thought only about Heather the whole time he had his shower. Back at the cabin, she would have been downstairs and hooked up to the massive supercomputer there while he washed up. He wondered if he would ever have her back like he had before.

There were a couple of favours he needed to ask of Mike. One of them was for money, and the other was for a chance to look at Tammy's programming.

Chapter 64 - Order

Tammy carefully lifted the sheet that covered Heather's half-way disassembled body. The work she and Anya had done on Byron's companion had required the constant exposure of many different ports and circuit boards. In addition to her entire torso cover, Heather's facial covering and sections of padded silicone from her attractively padded thighs had been removed.

Tammy looked down at Heather while Mike was in the shower. She recalled data and files pertaining to her digital crush on this damaged robot, and files concerning Mike's order to give it a relatively low priority as far as her processors were concerned. While she was alone she overrode that, and pulled a chair close to the foot of the bed. She sat her naked body down on the edge of the seat and spread her smooth and nicely shaped thighs apart wide.

Her video cameras scanned the machinery on the bed as her electronically controlled fingers began to stimulate the many sensors embedded in the pink silicone between her legs.

Pleasure showed on her perspiring face as she looked at all the exposed microchips and wires showing everywhere inside Heather's opened body. She kept her fluid discharges to a minimum so as not to mess up the motel furniture too much.

She recalled her favorite video clips of Heather's movement while she stroked herself, and played them in the corner of her sight as she used her awesome computing power to imagine making love to a fully assembled and repaired Heather unit.

As she sat there masturbating and fantasizing using methods only available to Machines, Mike soaped up his body and thought about Heather as well. He had not missed the fact that she was pretty, nor had he failed to notice she was a fembot. His own sexual drives were firmly under his management - or at least he hoped.

He briefly admitted to himself how much he would love to fix Heather up and then take her to bed. He then thought of Byron. He knew that Heather meant as much to Byron as Tammy meant to him.

"End of discussion." he thought. Mike would stick to the plan, and that was to get the wounded fembot repaired and help his fellow human decide just what he would do.