H is for Heuristic

Byron waited for her to finish. He was hoping he would see some sign that his new addition hadn't caused any problems, but Anya just sat in the exact same position with the exact same expression on her lovely plastic face.

Byron waited a minute more, then said to himself "Good enough."

He stood up and started to get undressed. "Anya," he said "you stay there tonight."

"Yes Byron." came her expected response.

Byron turned on the lamp next to the bed and went to turn off the switch by the door. He checked the thermostat again. The motel housekeeper had turned it down earlier, so he cranked it back up all the way.

In the relative silence that followed, he got into bed with his semi-functional robot companion. He rolled her over so she would be close to him and facing him too.

"Oh, Heather..." he said as he looked into her lifeless eyes.

She didn't respond in any way.

He reached back and turned the lamp off. He pulled the inadequate sheets over top both of them and held on to his stiff girlfriend as he tried to sleep.

In the dark, Anya charged and sat still like she had been ordered. She performed her job as Byron's guard as effectively as she was capable. She could see in the dark and hear things that he couldn't. This night, too, he would be protected from harm.

But from the renegade robot detection system installed inside her, an undetectable but strong silent alarm signal now broadcast itself as far as her battery power could send it.

Chapter 75 - Feeling

The woman beside Byron was warm, but unyielding and still. She was dressed in the jeans and sweater that she had left the cabin in, but that didn't stop Byron from reaching out to touch and caress her unresponsive body.

As much as he wanted her to be the woman he loved again, he didn't mind if her body didn't move right now. It was so good to have her close again. He snuggled up next to her and gratefully took the heat she shed while charging.

His hands eventually found their way to her breasts and her vagina. He had great hopes of bringing her systems back on-line to enjoy this with him. He resolved to be as appreciative as he could of his hosts - Mike and his fembots. They were the only ones who could help him get Heather back.

Over in the other room, Love was in the air. If not Love, then Lust. Mike had emerged from the washroom to one of the finest things he could see. Even though he had seen it dozens of times now, it still sent those magical shivers of pure pleasure all through his body.

Tammy was dressed up in black satin and lace lingerie. Garter, suspenders, nylons, high-cut panties - the works. Her hands were on her hips, and her facemask was set in an expression as blank as she knew how to make.

Mike grinned and nearly drooled at the sight of his woman doing her best to turn him on. His erection shot to attention as he let it out of the fly of his boxers.

Tammy did her robot act like a human woman simply could not. She moved as stiffly and jerkily as she had seen the maidbot move back at Robot Lab Six. In fact, her whole act was based on that particular model.

Thanks to her high-quality speaker, the true-to-life sounds of whirring servos accompanied her every stiff, mechanical move. And just like the maidbots, Tammy emitted a gloriously constant stream of coldly computerised tones, beeps, buzzes and clicks.

Mike had to hold on to his cock on the way over, he was so turned on.

Tammy turned her head stiffly to look his way. She made the motorised whirring sounds through her speaker as she did. Then she turned her body just as stiffly. She kept her head unmoving and aimed right at him.

"HELLO.... HUMAN..." she said. Because her voice was already digital, she could make it sound truly and beautifully electronic and artificial.

It turned him on even more.

"MY... NAME... IS... TAMMY...." she said as he enjoyed the show. Her synthetic voice was a slow, steady rhythmic monotone. It sounded like her usual voice, but was so clearly and obviously digital and synthesised.

"I... AM... ROBOT... NUMBER... 704483A..." she said, knowing in her electronic mind just how horny she was making him. "I... AM... PROGRAMMED... TO... PROVIDE... YOU... WITH ... PLEASURE..."

Mike could hardly wait to jump her any more than he could smile wider than he was. He held his throbbing cock and let her go on.

"I... AM... PROGRAMMED... TO... OBEY... YOUR... COMMANDS..." she said. She reached up ever so slowly and stiffly to her head, making motorised motion sounds amid her seductive series of clicks, beeps and buzzes through her speaker. Her hands, looking so very much like plastic now, grabbed the sides of her face, which was so expressionless and blank that it too looked more like what it really was. With an amplified click and a loud beep, the facemask came off in her mechanical hands.

Slowly, stiffly, and seductively with true robot motion she brought the mask away from the now uncovered front of her head. The electronic sounds being produced by her speaker were a little louder now, and a little more clearly synthetic. The usual dance of bright coloured LEDs that went on behind her face was intensified now for his benefit.

He fell in love all over again. This was his perfect companion.

"DO... YOU... THINK... I... AM... PRETTY...?" she asked.

"Yes." he said as he laid his hands gently on her shoulders.

"DO... YOU... THINK... I... AM... SEXY...?" she asked.

"Yes." he said. He took the facemask out of her stiff hands and laid it down gently on the bed behind her. He stroked the artificial skin on the side of her head, his fingers tracing the sharp outline where the human appearance ended and the purely electronic visage began.

"You are SO sexy." he said softly into her left microphone.

"I... AM... PROGRAMMED... FOR... SEX..." she said in her monotone while she beeped and blooped like a computer. Her painted round glass eyeballs stayed perfectly motionless and locked directly on to his love-struck gaze.

"I... AM... THE... LATEST... IN... ANDROID... TECHNOLOGY..." she said while he held her close and slid his hands down her smooth plastic back. His fingertips went over her satin bra strap, and down greedily to the sensual satin triangle formed by her panties on her warm mechanical backside.

She still stared perfectly straight ahead now, her opened head aimed at his neck. "DO... YOU... ENJOY... FEELING... MY... ROBOT... BODY...?" she asked.

"I sure do, you sexy machine you." he growled.

He clutched and squeezed the fembot's sexy round buns through the smooth, cool fabric. His fingertips ran themselves along the very bottom edge of her perfect silicone buns, and across the rounded rear of her sexy, curvaceous thighs.

"I... WAS... CONSTRUCTED... TO... BE... AN... IRRESISTIBLE... FEMALE... HUMANOID... ROBOT..." she said over her electro-mechanical love song of synthesised beeps. "YOU... CAN... NOT... RESIST... MY... SEXY... SILICONE... BODY... AND... MY... SEXY... ELECTRONIC... INTERNAL... COMPONENTS..."

Mike pulled himself away a bit and looked at those beautiful lights, wires and microchips around her eyes and speaker. She was so obviously right, even if it was all part of her little play-act.

"I love you, Tammy robot." he said as he stroked the skin still remaining on her neck. He bent down to give that sensor-laden area some light, teasing kisses.

Tammy stayed flawlessly in character, even as he stroked his hand down her front, over her satin-covered C-cup tits, over her cute silicone navel, and down over the triangle of smooth black fabric on the front of her sexy, womanly hips.

He watched the lights inside her head flash and change as he applied stimulus to her artificial vagina. He felt the satin as it covered the familiar shape of her beautiful lips and clit. He could feel the slow, hot stream of robot girl juice turn into a flood as he pressed her plastic clitoris like a button.

"MY... ELECTRONIC... VAGINAL... UNIT... IS... READY... TO... CONNECT... TO... YOUR... HUMAN... PENIS..." she said.

Mike walked behind her and gave her sexy round butt another good feel. Then he flipped open her recharge port so he could have some more circuitry to look at. The sight was heavenly - her sexy hourglass figure, dressed in satin lingerie, and revealing her android insides while she made such wonderfully inhuman sounds.

"Bend over, robot." he commanded.

"YES... MASTER..." she said in that perfectly unreal way. He heard the sound of motorised whirring again as his woman bent over slowly and stiffly at the waist.

He looked at the LEDs flashing in her recharge port, and saw the light from the ones inside her head reflect off the white sheets on the bed in front of them. He stroked the sides of her warm smooth body and brought his hands down her backside to her crotch.

"TAMMY... ROBOT... NUMBER...704483A... READY... FOR... SEXUAL... INTERFACE..." she said.. She knew what was coming next.

Mike put his index finger between her holes and the small strip of black satin that covered them. He pulled the stretchy fabric aside so that it would stay out of his way. Then as if he could wait no more, he stuck his willing flesh into the robot's tight, wet and warm vagina.

"HUMAN... AND... ROBOT... CONNECTED..." Tammy announced in her synthetic voice. "PLEASURE... EMULATION... CIRCUITRY... ACTIVATED..."

Mike pumped in and out, needing to cling tightly to Tammy's sides to keep his balance. He was so horny he had gotten lightheaded, and could barely keep his last big load inside.

With a final hard thrust, he squeezed her thighs and held her close as he came into her plastic cavity. He had his eyes closed, but was thinking about her face - her real fembot face of microchips and transistors that lay underneath the beautiful silicone mask.

"SEXUAL... INTERFACE... SESSION... COMPLETE... " She said robotically as he caught his breath and returned to Earth.

He stepped back. Tammy stood up straight again, accompanied by her mechanical motor sounds and electronic beeps and buzzes.

She turned her body stiffly around to face him. Still in ultra-robotic mode, she said "THANK... YOU... FOR... USING... TAMMY... ROBOT... NUMBER... 704483A... FOR... YOUR... SEXUAL... GRATIFICATION..."

Mike was high on the afterglow. He retrieved her facemask and lovingly clicked it back into place.

Tammy went back to acting like a person. "How was that?" she asked with a playful, musical laugh.

He looked at her soft silicone face and answered with a deep, long, and very wet kiss that pushed her back onto the bed. Now she made very human and very feminine sounds through her speaker. She moaned and squealed at just the right moments and in just the right way as he gave her some pleasure - enjoying her amazingly real tits, ass, mouth and vagina again.

Chapter 76 - Packing

Byron could hardly believe the sounds that bled through the insufficiently thick motel walls. He could hear the way Tammy 'talked' and some of the things she said.

He layed awake with open eyes in the dark as the two of them played around. It was even more plain now. Mike really did love all of that machinery for what it was.

Byron held Heather tight as he tried to sleep. He was more sure than ever now that he had fallen in love with the person she had been , and would be again.

Eventually, the noises both inside and out died down and the night came to pass. Sleep came to Mike and to Byron just as electricity came to Tammy and Anya. The dark and silent hours rejuvenated the travelers, and got them more or less ready for the next day of work.

At five o'clock exactly, the pretty brunette robots woke the humans they were guarding. Tammy crawled on top of her man and kissed him out of his sleep. Anya simply turned her head and loudly stated "It is five o'clock."

Mike was still having Tammy take care of his morning wood while Byron was in the shower, hoping to beat the rush to the almost hot water. An hour was enough time for both of them to get all of their things together and leave this place.

Still in diagnostic mode, Heather was passive and unmoving under the covers in bed. Her AI programs had not been even detected by her system yet, let alone booted up to run. In this state she was no more a person than Byron's new laptop.

Tammy and Anya had both computed the same thing overnight. They both had exactly the same plan devised to fix Heather's new circuitry so it would be fully operational in all her modes. The best part was, they both knew it could be done with the parts they had leftover from the previous two days of work.

So while Mike was finally in the shower, Tammy went ahead and sorted through the leftover parts. It was an easy job, so she amused her computer mind by replaying the sights, sounds and sensations she had experienced the night before. She got extreme pleasure from knowing that she turned her master on so much. And being such a horny robot, she couldn't help but revel in her high-tech artificialness.

Anya sat still in the chair while she waited for Byron. She hadn't moved much in over eight hours. She wanted to devise a plan for seducing Byron again, but her new programming put an end to her desire for that particular conquest.

So she just sat there, waiting for her next instructions. They came in the form of Byron telling her to leave. He was done his shower and wanted no more of Anya, new programming or not.

Anya got up and wandered in her awkward way over to the other room. She knocked on the door and stood stiff and still as Tammy looked through the peephole.

"Hi gorgeous." Tammy said to the other android.

"Hello Tammy." she said exactly like she always did.

Tammy held the door open and looked around. "Where's Byron and Heather?"

Anya turned around slowly and said "Byron is dressing. Heather is lying in Byron's bed."

Tammy checked her internal chronometer. "Well, they have another half hour. Let's get our stuff packed."

Tammy walked over and gave the statuesque fembot a kiss. They got all of their things sorted and packed in the manner that machines were known for.

Mike came out of the washroom and dropped his towel on the floor when he saw both Anya and Tammy in the room.

"Hi gorgeous." he said to Anya.

She finished what she was doing and stiffly looked up at him. "Hello Mike." she said.

"You missed a fun time last night." he said as he embraced her and kissed her. He stood back and played around with her tits under her shirt. "Tammy did her little robot act for me again."

Tammy blushed cutely. "Anything for our favourite human." she said.

Anya stared at Mike. "If we successfully repair the Heather robot today I will act like a robot for you tonight."

Mike smiled at her silly, sexy statement. "Sure thing, babe. By the way, what are the odds of getting Heather all fixed up for good this time?"

Anya busied herself by computing the exact mathematical odds of that occurrence.

"Tammy, you answer that." Mike said. Even though Anya was incredibly sexy to him when she did things like that, Mike wasn't in the mood to hear a long string of numbers that early in the morning.

"Odds are pretty good." Tammy said as she continued to pack. "We have all the equipment and parts we need, and I've figured out exactly what I need to do to fix her."

"Right on." Mike said. He went to go get dressed.

His fembots were finished packing quickly. He ordered Tammy to check out at the front desk, and Anya to phone Byron and ask him if he wanted help.

The ladies followed his orders and set on completing their assigned tasks. Tammy put on her coat and shoes and walked outside while Anya sat down on the bed and picked up the phone.

Byron had already gotten most of his things packed away and had even shaved. His shopping bags full of belongings and the heavy and apparently now useless aluminum case were sitting by the door.

He heard the phone ring as he was sitting across from Heather, looking longingly into her unmoving eyes.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello Byron, this is Anya." she said.

"Hi." he answered.

"Do you require assistance?" she asked.

Byron looked at his watch. "As long as Heather can understand my orders to stand up and walk to the car, then no."

Anya calculated the meaning of his statement. "Goodbye Byron." she said blankly.

"Bye." he said.

Mike watched her hang up. "I'll start the car. Make sure we aren't leaving anything behind." he told her.

"Yes Mike." she said.

They both stood up and did as he had said. Mike met back up with Tammy outside.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Oui." she said.

"Go see how Byron's doing." Mike said. "I got Anya to ask him, but I don't think he likes her a whole lot."

Tammy made a little smile. "Sure." she said. Her mouth pumped out vaporised water from one of her fluid cannisters to make her look like she had breath. She looked perfectly real thanks to that kind of technological trick.

Mike waited for Anya and got into the back seat with her. He decided to pass the remaining minutes by using his other robot as a kissing partner.

Tammy knocked on Byron's door. He took a while to answer. When he did, he kind of looked at her funny. He couldn't help but think of what he had overheard the night before.

She recognised his look as being out of the ordinary, but her digital intuition was still not as developed as that of a human being.

"Hi Tammy." he said. "No hard feelings about last night?"

After the shortest instant, when she was done computing the meaning of what he had said, she replied "Of course not." She showed him one of the friendly smiles her facemask could make. "And I have good news. Heather should be back to normal pretty soon."

Byron looked nervously around behind Tammy. "Can you come in here?" he said.

Tammy walked inside.

"She's not responding to any commands." he said.

Heather was lying on her side still, completely motionless.

"Her system must have frozen." Tammy commented. "We're not designed to stay in diagnostic mode."

"Can you get her working again?"

"We'll try all of that at the next motel." she said. "For now we'll just carry her to the car."

"Okay." Byron said. "Can you help me with my stuff?"

"Absolutely." she said with her warm, pretty smile.

Byron checked out her sexy butt as she bent over to pick up the aluminum case on the floor. It only made him wish to have Heather's cute synthetic derriere back in gear.

Mike and Anya brought their backseat kissing session to an end as Tammy and Byron began to put his things in the trunk

Mike got out and asked "Where's Heather?"

"We'll bring her out." said Tammy.

Mike gestured his understanding and went to go sit in the front passenger seat. He watched the scene through the mirror as Tammy and Byron carried the unmoving fembot back into the car.

Byron propped Heather up in the middle between him and Anya again while Tammy went behind the wheel.

With the trunk and the seats full, the car pulled slowly out of the parking lot of the crappy motel and down the streets of the charming French town.

"We have a lot of driving to do. I'll stop at a drive-thru for you to humans." Tammy said.

"Alright." Byron said. He had already resigned himself to more fast food until things had settled down more.

Mike turned on the radio and tried to catch some more sleep. Pleasant visions and memories of charged electronic circuitry flashed through his head as he fantasised again about his women.

Chapter 77 - Frets And Fantasies

Though the car's heaters pumped out lots of warm air, and though the seats were plush and cosy, the long ride to the next town was cold and uncomfortable for the humans. Both were keeping their raw nerves hidden from view, but both were well aware that they were getting under each other's skin.

Mike was able to sleep for a couple of hours, glad to have such a vigilant partner at the wheel. He trusted her more than anyone, and smiled as he thought about her. When he lazily woke himself up after his nap, he looked over to see her. She was looking straight ahead with a determined and alert look on her face. Her silver hoop earrings made the most motion as she turned her head to look at him.