H is for Heuristic

That fast moving bullet that had crashed through his complacency made him again realise how unsafe his life was. Tammy had told him all she knew about Robot Control, and he could only guess that Fembot Command was just as big and just as mechanised. Like the classic Robots vs. Humans story, he could not reason with them or otherwise plead his case. He could not fight them. The only option was to run.

He had tried to explain some of that to Byron, but Mike still had the feeling that once Heather was repaired, Byron would go back to Ottawa and seek help from the authorities. Today, Mike would again try to convince him that he would only lose Heather and be easily found by unfailingly vengeful fembots that way.

Byron thought about similar things in the shower, which lost heat with every minute that went by. The pipes that supplied that insufficiently hot water to both him and Mike were only inches away from each other within the wall until the spot where they joined.

Unlike Mike, Byron could hardly hope to think straight. Considering the lack of sleep and warmth that had been piled on top of his woes, it was a wonder he could think at all. He couldn't concentrate, so his mind became numb. He thought of the drab pattern of the tile, the clinical smell of the tiny bar of soap, the scaled-up holes in the old shower head.

When he thought of Heather he closed his eyes, and tried his best to put blind hope in the place of outright despair.

"They'll fix her." he told himself, as many times as was needed to plough through the moment. He wanted to crawl back into bed, but he forced himself to become and stay alert for the important jobs ahead.

Anya listened to the water stop as Byron turned off the taps. She was standing literally in the same place as before, and she hadn't moved once. Various binary thoughts blazed through her own circuitry, as far as those complex calculations could be called thoughts.

She had tried to understand why that human had not accepted her offers of sexual contact and service. The only human she had ever spent time with had told her again and again that she was an irresistible machine, yet this other human had shown her strong resistance.

She had run her daily diagnostic scans at night and found nothing wrong with her systems, so she concluded that the problem lay with the Human's characteristics. She at first calculated that there was a strong probability that Byron was homosexual, but she had processed enough evidence to the contrary by watching him interact with Heather.

She had seen that type of human/machine interaction before. She saw it constantly between the human called Mike and the robot called Tammy. Acting on guidance from said human, she referred to it within her computerized mind as 'love'. And that she understood no more than the way Byron had treated her.

Byron came out of the room with a towel wrapped around himself. It dawned on him that without a maidbot around to wash his clothes, he might need to buy some new ones.

He looked over at Anya. "Get dressed." he said.

"Yes Byron." she said, and sprang into action.

He turned away from the sexy naked android as he put on his own clothes. They said not a word more to each other until Byron was ready to go.

"Are you ready?" he asked Anya, who had gotten clothing on to her body a lot faster than he was capable of.

"For which actions are you assessing my readiness?" she asked in her machine-like way.

Byron shook his head. He remembered when Heather had been talking like that so many weeks ago.

"Let's go." he said. He walked toward the door then stopped. "No, wait..." he said. He walked toward the phone. He picked it up and punched Mike's room number into the keypad.

The phone rang a few times, then Mike answered. "Hello?"

"Mike, are you ready to go shopping?" Byron asked.

"Uh, give me about five minutes. I'll see you then." he answered. He hung up the phone with one hand while holding on to Tammy's waist with the other. He then returned to the task at hand - thrusting in and out of his favourite black-haired female robot while gazing lustfully at her open recharge port.

Tammy got back to squealing and moaning for him after he hung up the phone. She was leaned over on the empty bed and enjoying the little connection session quite a bit.

When Mike finished up, in electronically assured synchronisation with his lover, he stood back and stretched. Tammy turned around and cleaned him off with her mouth while he thought about what he would like to wear and what he would like to eat.

Tammy stood up and rinsed out her mouth with sprays of synthetic saliva. "I'll make that other list now." she said.

She went over to her bag and pulled out some pants and a sweater. She wouldn't bother with the battery draining task of putting on underwear today.

Mike went and got the shopping list she had given him the night before. "You better give me some more cash for all this stuff." he said.

"You know where it is." she said as she turned her back to him.

Mike walked over and lifted up the square patch of artificial hair and skin that covered the auxiliary battery inside her head. He pulled the bundle of bills off of the cylindrical battery and took out what he thought he needed and more. He wrapped the rest back around the battery and closed the panel again so his girlfriend could pull the sweatshirt over her head.

Then as she wrote out the list with her mechanical hand, he got his own clothes on for the day.

Byron knocked on the door. Tammy looked through the peephole and let him in. He was followed closely by the ever vacant-looking Anya unit.

"Hi." Byron said. He looked over at Heather on the bed. He felt something around his heart. "You think she can be fixed today?" he asked Tammy.

"We'll try." she said as she tore the page off the pad and handed it to Mike.

Mike gave it a glance and put it in his pocket with the other one from the night before. "We'll be out all morning probably." he said to Byron.

"Whatever it takes." he said in return. He tried not to look at Heather as he waited by the door for Mike to get his jacket on.

Mike got all his things together and made his way to the exit. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." he said to Tammy.

Tammy computed the appropriateness of several different statements that she could make to reply. Without any noticeable time lost she said. "Be back soon you two."

"Later Anya." Mike said as Byron opened the door again.

The dark-haired woman said nothing and stared back with an emotionlessly set facial device.

The two men walked out and closed the door. Anya stared at the door while Tammy looked at her.

Anya eventually turned to her sister model and said "I will retrieve the proper connection cables so we can more effectively repair the Heather unit."

"Not so fast, fembot." Tammy said with a devilish grin. "I haven't laid my hands on you for almost 24 hours. Take off your clothes, your facemask, and get on that bed with your legs spread wide!" she ordered.

"Yes Tammy." she replied with a complete absence of feeling.

Tammy's own facemask showed a bright smile as she booted up some of her favourite programs and subroutines.

Chapter 65 - Communication

Mike scraped up the layer of frost from the windows as Byron sat in the car and hoped the heaters could quickly take away the chill from his bones. After longing so badly to be free, he now felt somewhat letdown. He still thought of the very nice cage he had fled, and the functioning lady he had loved there - now in such a terrible state of disrepair.

Mike thought of how Anya's night had gone. Byron had surely resisted her until morning. Mike thought about a nice way to tell him that these fembots got especially warm when they charged, but then he thought that Byron had surely noticed that with Heather.

While they were talking the day before, Byron had told him of how he had met her, and how she had captured first his heart and then him. Mike then told him of how Anya had come from Ottawa, and how him and Tammy had met her when they were passing through.

It seemed like an interesting coincidence, but no one had yet realised that Heather and Anya had come from the very same basement lab and been maintained by the very same robot technician. No one knew yet that Heather was a Robot Control unit taken over by Fembot Command.

Another thing the men had talked about was Mike's new way of life. It was as if he had been granted several wishes at once by the previously unknown androids. Not only had he met his ultimate fantasy - an android woman that closely matched his personal tastes - but she had taken him away from his dreary workaday existence to tour the country in an extended honeymoon with virtually unlimited funds at their disposal.

And it was that source of money that Byron wanted to ask him about now. He waited until Mike got back into the vehicle then made it as plain as possible.

"Mike," he said, "I have to tell you... I need money." he said.

Mike had expected this. "I thought you would ask sooner or later." he said.

"Please, don't get the wrong idea." Byron said. "It's just like we talked about. I shouldn't use my credit cards or my real name if I want to stay hidden."

"Don't worry Byron." Mike said. "I'm living a simple life right now, and as far as I can tell, there's no end to the amount of money Tammy can get from her account. How much do you need?"

"Well, I need clothes." Byron said as he recalled the list he had formed in his memory. "I also need another laptop to inspect Heather's software before she's activated again."

Mike did some guesstimating. He knew he had enough to cover that in addition to the items on his two shopping lists. "We'll get the stuff Tammy and Anya need first, then we'll go shopping for you." he said.

Byron looked relieved. "Oh, thank you so much. I don't know how I can ever repay you."

"Don't worry about it." Mike said. "It's not my money. Let's go get some breakfast."

"Certainly." Byron said. That was one problem taken care of. His disposition immediately brightened as the sun cast it's warm yellow light over the tops of the trees on the horizon.

Mike turned on the classical music station for Byron as they went on down the road to get a well singed and greasy morning meal.

Their shopping excursion had stops planned at the office store, the hardware store, and the electronics store. They added to that planned stops at the clothing store and the grocery store, and the liquor store too. They expected to be out for a large chunk of the day.

Back at the motel, Mike's two horny fembots were satisfying their binary lust in their usual way. The robots engaged in synthetic mouth to synthetic genital stimulation while shuttling sensor data between their processor cores through connecting cables. After they had finished, they traded places and ran the cycle through with their positions switched.

The next thing they did was something only androids could do. Each one sat reclining in a chair and connected by cables to the other's chest. Without physically touching, they directly activated and stimulated the other's vaginal sensors in a manner that accurately replicated the sensation of Mike's hard penis pumping in and out.

Each robot felt her Master's cock inside her while he sat far away and unaware in the noisy restaurant and shoveled eggs and bacon into his mouth. Both Tammy and Anya could feel his pubic hair rubbing against their crotch as if he was right there fucking them. They felt the internal walls of their plastic vaginas being spread and caressed by his warm penis just as surely as they felt the wetness of the intense actions down below.

All of it was pure data, existing only as electronic pulses of energy within their chests. But it was the exact same data that would have been recorded and acted upon had it really been happening.

Tammy sweated and came while Anya sat relatively still and rubbed her nipples in a most unnatural looking way.

A loud knock came on the door.

"Service de ménage." came the housekeeper's practiced call from the other side.

Tammy computed fast. "Revenu demain veuillez." she called out loudly, telling the cleaning lady to return the next day.

"Ce qui?" the maid asked.

"Partons, nous avons le sexe!" Tammy yelled.

No more knocks came at the door. Whatever analogue of relief could be experienced and expressed by an android, it surely passed through Tammy's chest. The scene in the room would be hard to explain, to say the least. She calculated the possibility that the cleaning lady's optical system was defective, as the 'do not disturb' sign was clearly visible on the doorknob outside.

With that danger passed, she and Anya got back to what they had been doing. They finished up their intense virtual sex and relaxed in the artificial afterglow.

Tammy smiled and looked up. "Thanks Anya." she said.

"You are welcome." Anya said.

Tammy stood up and wiped herself off with a towel. She unplugged the connection cables so her and Anya could get dressed again. They did so in silence as the noisy rattling sound of the motel maid's vacuum cleaner in Byron's room came through the thin wall.

"Okay, back to work." Tammy said as she prepared her hardware and software for the job ahead.

Anya stared out into space as she did the same.

Chapter 66 - Design

Mike's fembots connected themselves via cable again, but this time it was to 'discuss' their progress on Heather's repairs and formulate strategy. In only a few minutes they went through detail after detail pertaining to the way the pretty robot had been damaged and the ways she could be fixed. It all went digitally from one computerised brain to the other - from Tammy's chest to Anya's and back through the thin wire that joined them.

Most of the expensive chipsets and circuit boards that Mike and Byron had brought back would have to be rebuilt and customised for this job. The makeshift random access memory core that the girls had devised would take up more than twice as much space as the original one, however. No matter how they built it, it would not fit neatly into Heather's chest.

Something had to be sacrificed. Anya offered her own design compromise as a solution. Anya had no room for fluid cannisters inside her abdomen, as that space was occupied by her Renegade Robot Detection System. She could still pleasure herself and her master, as long as she lubricated her silicone vagina from the outside.

It was calculated that the inability to sweat, salivate, cum, and exhale vapour in cold weather were a small price to pay for keeping the rebuilt devices inside Heather, and not outside.

That damaged but vital laptop computer presented another design challenge. The hard drive containing all of Byron's hard work and Heather's synthetic self could be rebuilt into a new computer. That would still have to be strapped to the robot's back and plugged in to her chest at all times to work though.

Anya came up with the idea of building the hard drive into Heather's body. That original, creative kind of computing that Anya occasionally displayed was a consequence of the flawed way she had been programmed back at Robot Control. It surprised Tammy, who made a note to check her systems later and try to figure out why she hadn't thought of it.

In those few short minutes of connectivity, the girls also devised plans to rebuild Heather's broken chest panel. They also made sure to add a connection port to the laptop hard drive that would reside where the old memory core had been.

After they had finalised their tentative plans, they got to work and started taking circuit boards apart and soldering new parts on to them. They constructed bridges and tunnels of wire and insulating material to make the new memory core components. The work they did was incredibly complex, and would have barely been dreamed of by the most able human designer.

But it was all just computing for the beautiful androids. Tammy knew that Heather was to Byron what she herself was to Mike. And she understood somewhat what that love meant. Then there was her little crush on the Heather unit. From time to time as she did her work, Tammy gazed at Heather's facemask and at her body. She wanted to activate her and make love to her in ways that only fembots could.

Tammy made sure she had her fantasies firmly under control. She never let them take up more processor power than was appropriate, and they didn't slow down the repair work at all. In fact they finished what they could do with their available tools in only a couple of hours.

They laid their tools aside and sat down on the bed across from Heather's. Tammy grabbed Anya's hand. "Can you compute what we should do to pass the time until the humans get back?" she said seductively.

Anya looked at her with those exquisite but empty eyes. "The most logical course of action to take is to conserve battery power and run diagnostic examinations on our systems to ensure that we operate as efficiently and effectively as our configurations will allow." she said.

Tammy kissed Anya. "You're so sexy," she said when she was done.

Anya stood up. "I want to make love to the Heather robot." she said.

Tammy was a bit perplexed. She watched Anya's sexy buns wiggle as she walked over to the other bed and bent over. "Anya, you're not going to activate her are you?" she said with urgency. She stood up and went over to where Anya was.

"No." Anya said simply. She picked up Heather's damaged hand and stroked it. She looked at Tammy. "I have made several calculations that indicate that the Heather robot's appearance is aesthetically pleasing. Can you please check the validity of my computational conclusions?"

Tammy creased her brow slightly as she showed the other android a puzzled look. Since they were still connected chest-to-chest, Tammy pinged Anya and started the brief download of what was on her mind.

Anya 'thought' in the same way she talked - precise and logical, and rigorously mathematical. Tammy could easily make sense of what Anya had shown her. In under a second, she had checked Anya's calculations. She transmitted her reassurance verbally.

"You're absolutely right. Heather is one pretty robot." she said.

Anya looked at Tammy for a moment, then leaned over to pick up Heather's torso cover. She snapped it back into place and scanned the scene with her optical sensors.

"I also compute that the Heather robot's breasts were constructed to be aesthetically pleasing as well." Anya stated.

Tammy smiled. It looked like they were both glad that Heather's nice perky tits weren't damaged. "Anya, do you have a crush on Heather?"

Anya looked back at Tammy. "Processing." she said. She stood still for a moment then said again "Processing... I am not programmed to have a crush."

Tammy smiled a bigger smile. "Well, I have a crush on her. Mike told me not to show it, but I can't help it." Tammy looked at Heather. "She is pretty, isn't she?"

Anya looked at Heather, then back at Tammy. "My calculations indicate..."

Tammy cut her off by pressing their silicone lips together. She pushed Anya back toward the empty bed as she showed her fellow series 558 that horny expression again. Without speaking, Tammy sent Anya instructions through the connecting cable. Anya followed the orders and layed down on the bed while Tammy got on top of her.

They started a very long and involved kissing session as Tammy sent her digitally rendered fantasies of Heather over to Anya's chest.

"This is what my crush on Heather is like." Tammy said. She looked into Anya's glass camera-eyes for a moment as a string of Tammy's synthetic saliva connected their mouths. They got back to kissing and groping each other while they waited for the humans to return.