Sexual Angst(rom)

"Currently, we have Pico-Androids which cost about as much as luxury automobile and economy models starting at about 1/3 that price. The early models were very primitive but still looked very much like human females with very lifelike sounding voices. Breaking the pico barrier allowed for the development of an entirely new level of artificial intelligence or AI which gave the android the ability to think and learn within parameters set by the human-owner or HO. The downside was that in spite of the many new developments in artificial skin, flesh, eyes, and other human-looking organs and body parts, the Pico-Androids or PAs had a lot of difficultly with smooth, graceful movements. They struggled with things like walking up and down stairs, navigating around furniture, or using their fingers or tongues to pleasure their partners. Still, they were light years beyond their predecessors. PAs made it possible for anyone, no matter what they looked like physically, to have a partner who was as attractive as they wanted. One need only input the desired facial and body characteristics, and an android-making company could produce the desired "person" in a about a week's time. As with any new technology from the television to computers to PAs, the first models were ungodly expensive. Over time however, the price came down and anyone willing to put some money aside could eventually afford one."

Carson realized this is the point at which women began becoming irrelevant because men no longer had to pretend to be interested in what women liked in order to get what they wanted—a woman who was madly in love with them, a woman programmed to please him in every way, and one who wanted sex as often as he did. Sure, it wasn't possible to take "her" everywhere because of the limitations involved with fine motor skills, but one could have a modestly rich and full life within the confines of one's home and if one were willing, they could be taken out in public but it was well—clunky, to say the least.

That didn't stop everyone, though. It was hilarious to watch a PA out with "her" human on a date. Tables would get knocked over, glasses of wine would be spilled, and there was just something about the "eyes" that was a dead giveaway that it was an android. Even so, it was a quantum leap over nano-model androids in terms of SF.

Angstrom-technology had the promise of changing all that. Angstrom-androids or AAs, would be lifelike in every detail. They would have the fine motor coordination skills necessary to look, act, walk, and talk, exactly like human beings.

With AAs, the human-owner or HO, could tell the programmer he wanted a girl who would be able to do x, y, or z for him either on delivery or program her to learn to do it over a certain period of time. She would then inexorably progress toward the goal in a completely natural way until she was willingly and skillfully doing whatever it was the HO wanted her to do from cleaning the house to driving a car to being a voracious sexual partner. Oh, and there was never any arguing, there were no headaches, no menstrual periods, and no excuses to his demands for sex—any kind of sex. There was only genuine willingness unless, of course, one wanted some resistance programmed into the unit just to make it seem more like living with a real woman. Believe or not, that was a feature many men wanted in an android partner.

That had been almost 10 years ago. Blake Grantham was now 25 and very close to breaking the Angstrom barrier. For all those reasons, Carson knew he'd made a brilliant decision to fund Angstrom-Dynamics and its brilliant, energetic CEO.

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Grantham drove his engineers hard but there was no one he pushed harder than himself. He typically spent days at a time at work and would often go 48 or more hours without sleep. Melissa was only required to be with him 12 hours a day, five days a week, but she had no one to go home to. Truth be told, there was no one she wanted to be around more than Blake Grantham anyway, so she often fell asleep in a room next to wherever he was working. More than once, she had drifted off to sleep dreaming of a large, traditional wedding in which she would marry her handsome prince. When the tension got too high, she would even slide her hand under her skirt and pretend it was a man using his real, live, human...cock...to pleasure her and to give her the baby she so desperately wanted. But every time, she would wake up alone on a plush leather couch then spend the day attending to every need of her boss while hers went unmet.

After a brutal four-day period of nearly non-stop work, Grantham sat bolt upright. "That's it!" He'd been spearheading the development of a process he called quark chaining. Everyone knew that atoms weren't even close to being the most fundamental particles in the universe because they were made up of smaller particles called protons and neutrons which formed the nucleus of the atom. Around the nucleus were electrons which endlessly orbited it. But even these tiny particles were made up of even smaller constituent pieces known as quarks. Quarks, in turn, were composed of infinitely small bits of matter called 'strings.' Grantham knew quarks could be strung but individual strings couldn't be 'chained' or bound and wrapped around one another—at least not yet. If he could crack the Angstrom barrier, then String chaining would be the next frontier.

For the last three years, Grantham had fervently believed quarks could be chained, and while his team worked on supporting theories, he himself spent all of his waking moments searching for the key to make quarks link together. Doing so would allow bio- and android-engineers to integrate circuitry at a level that would allow the android to function as well or better than a human being in terms of fine motor skills, cognitive abilities, and therefore, being able to socially fit in under any circumstances.

Within a month, his team of engineers had developed the initial processes to turn quark chaining into practical applications vis a vis android development. Within six months, the first prototypes were ready for testing.

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Melissa was utterly exhausted. She'd been by Grantham's side throughout the entire process and she could count on one hand the number of nights she'd been able to sleep in her own bed. She'd been updating files for her boss on his holographic computational device when she mentally "saw" a file he'd called Characteristics for Android Input. Grantham trusted her with all of his information and she therefore had access to any and all files. She knew this one was personal, but it so intrigued her, she couldn't stop herself from opening it.

As she read through the list, her heart began to race. She'd discovered the very things Grantham most wanted in a companion. These were the qualities he was going to input into his new prototype "wife." What she saw rocked her to the core.

Under the heading of Physical Characteristics, she saw:

Hair: Thick and full. Shoulder length. Dark brown. One soft wave.

Eyes: Blue.

Lashes: Thick and long.

Nose: Straight with slight upturn and "button" tip. NOT bulbous.

Lips: Full and soft.

Cheekbones: High.

Symmetry: 96% of Golden Ratio

Height: 5' 7".

Weight: 115lbs.

Cup size: Full C.

Measurements: 36-24-36.

Shoe size: 7.

Apparent age: 34-36

"Oh, my God!" Melissa thought to herself. She began mentally ticking off her own characteristics. She was 5' 7" and weighed 113 pounds. She was a brunette with shoulder-length dark brown hair. Her eyes were blue and she had breasts that were a full C. She switched programs and opened a facial pattern app and mentally told it to analyze hers. The results made her gasp: 95.85% of Golden Ratio.

"Oh, my God," she said again only quietly and out loud.

Her hands were trembling as she willed the device to return to the characteristics file. Under the heading of Mental Characteristics she read:

Education: Master's Degree in Administrative Management

IQ: 127

Personality: Friendly, helpful, willing to please, devoted, caring.

Preferred style of dress: Strong preference for wearing dressy-looking sweaters, short skirts, 3-4" high heels, prefers expensive jewelry. Preference for beautiful dresses, cardigan sweaters, 3-5" high heels, expensive jewelry. Preference for form-fitting jeans with dressy sweaters, some jewelry, flat shoes.

Make up: Always wears sheer foundation, some mascara and eyeliner, light eyeshadow, and small amount of blush. Prefers shiny gloss to dark colors except for formal occasions.

Nails: French or painted to match lip gloss/lipstick.

Sexual preference: Overwhelming preference for vaginal sex in all known positions two times per day after long sessions of giving and receiving oral pleasure. Must have strong need to wear requested items during all sexual activities.

Dominance/Submission: Must be strongly submissive to all needs of Human Operator. Must be programmed to equate compliance to happiness.

The list went on and on going into great detail, but Melissa had seen enough. She was looking at a perfect image of herself and noticed she was, as usual, wearing a very dressy sweater with a short skirt and heels. She had on very nice looking silver jewelry and virtually the same amount of makeup set forth in Grantham's list. She rarely wore lipstick and her nails were indeed French down to the white tips.

She mentally clicked "off" and the device disappeared from her retinal screen. Melissa sat there trying to make sense of what she'd just learned. She looked for alternative explanations, but none of them made any sense. There was only one logical reason why Blake Grantham had selected virtually every characteristic she possessed or exhibited. She also immediately understood that even if she were correct, that didn't necessarily mean anything in terms of her own personal life and yet...what if?

Melissa had to think and in order to think she had to go home and sleep even if it meant a forced, chemically-induced sleep. If used only rarely, it was a very effective way to trick ones body into believing it had gotten a full eight hours of sleep in just one or two. Used too often, and it was very dangerous with the potential to cause hallucinations and even a psychotic break. She was confident she could risk another use and let Grantham know she needed to go home for a short while.

"Of course, Melissa. You're here way too often. Take the night off and we'll see you in the morning," he told her.

She couldn't help but notice the way he looked at her. He was also very subtle about it, but whenever she dressed this way, he would manage to look her all the way up and down while paying the slightest bit of extra attention to the way her form-fitting sweater gently hugged her round, full breasts. It was that look that always made her feel wet between her legs. That is, until she'd read the characteristics file. Melissa needed to sleep in the worst of ways but there was something else she needed even more.

As she dried herself off, Melissa pulled out an old-fashioned vibrator that fit on her index finger. She'd found it in a museum a couple of years ago and later bought it at an auction. It was the most wonderful tool for providing a sensational orgasm! Yes, it ran on electricity and yes it was an analog device, but it was truly amazing and its connection with the past and the traditions she loved made it invaluable to her.

Melissa injected herself with the sleeping compound using an air-vaporizer and set the delayed effects for 15 minutes. Just enough time to let her luxuriate in the warmth of her favorite fantasy while letting the tiny little vibrator work its magic.

She heard the familiar whir and felt her finger moving rapidly in response to the motion of the toy and brought it to rest on the hood of her clitoris. As she slowly touched the soft mound of flesh, she let herself imagine being dressed in white as her handsome groom—her lover, her best friend, her...boss—stood at the alter waiting for her. His tux made him look dashing. His genuine smile melted her heart. This is what she'd waited her whole life for. In moments, she would say the vows she'd prepared for the man she so deeply loved. He would do the same and then...she pressed harder on her clit as she inserted two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy...she would be Mrs. Blake Grantham.

Melissa's body shook so hard she thought she might come apart at the cellular level. "Oh, my fucking God!" she screamed as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Her nipples were rock hard and she imagined Blake's soft lips and tongue on them. That thought alone sent another shock wave cascading throughout her upper torso.

Spent, she turned off the instrument of pleasure sadly all too aware that it was no substitute for the real tool she so desperately wanted to fill her pussy. Melissa was nearly 36 now and still had never been with a man and yet that was all she could think about when she had time to think.

That and of course, the new life that would be born nine months later. New life carried inside of her! A baby that would take her husband's name. A baby that she would raise as a stay-at-home mom. Feelings of joy flooded over her as the compound took effect sending her into a sleep so deep in replicated being in a coma. In 90 minutes, she would awake as refreshed as she would had she slept soundly all night. And then she would have to watch as the man she loved brought a lifeless lump of materials chained at the angstrom level to life so he could love...it.

Grantham had gotten a power nap of his own. Thirty minutes of sleep on the couch in his office was all he needed. The Angstrom Prototype was now fully programmable and had been brought to the transformation table. All that remained was to input all of his desired characteristics into each of the data fields and Grantham wanted to do this himself.

Melissa chose her favorite sweater, a scoop-neck that was soft, pretty, and very form fitting. Along with it she wore a skirt that fell to about four inches above her knee. The top was a true black with the kind of ribbed look she knew Mr. Grantham preferred after months of paying very careful attention to the way he looked at her depending on what she wore. She would wear a strapless, black, pushup bra underneath it. The skirt was tan while her stockings were a shimmery suntan color. She chose a pair of 4" heels which went perfectly with her skirt. This outfit cried out for heavy, gold jewelry and Melissa had the perfect set of earrings, necklace, and bracelet. They were all gold with inlaid black onyx giving her a very sophisticated look. She carefully styled her hair with one soft wave and sprayed on her (and his) favorite perfume. Satisfied with the way she looked, she headed outside and back to Angstrom-Dynamics.

Melissa approached him from behind as he sat at the input console. Along with Ken Carson, she was allowed to see the images his console was holographically projecting. She could also see the faceless, almost shapeless for in front of her. She seen the process many times at the pico level and every time it was an amazing event as the thing in front of her changed into human form in a matter of minutes. She could see that Grantham was beginning to input the characteristics she'd seen just hours ago. "May I?" she asked pointing to the empty chair beside him.

"Oh, Melissa. You're back. Hope you slept well," he said as he nodded in agreement to her request. He turned to look at her then turned back toward his console but just as Melissa had predicted, he did one of those double takes she lived for. "You look very nice," he said.

"Oh, thank you," she replied politely. But that was as far as it ever went. And with...that...available to him, why would it go any further? She knew how he felt about women and the superiority of androids. Melissa sighed deeply as she tried to focus on her work. She needed to not only watch but to carefully observe for any kind of problem in the transformation process. Troubles were rare but if not caught early on, they could cost an enormous amount of money. She knew the form behind the clear glass in front of her was a prototype and had cost the company close to a billion dollars. Still, she couldn't help but root for something to go terribly wrong like maybe a bolt of lightning or that it might be spontaneously combust. Still, she knew that would only delay the final result which was going to be a stunningly beautiful female-looking android.

As he began tapping in data to the empty fields, Melissa watched as she mentally ticked them off having already taken a look at what her boss most desired in a potential mate. She couldn't bring herself to say "wife" even though android marriage was legal everywhere. After all, who was she to tell anyone whom another person could love, right?

As Grantham entered height and weight, he saw the malleable, faceless android form in front of them slowly and gradually assume both characteristics. Moments later, Melissa watched in sheer amazement as a pair of beautiful blue eyes appeared out of the flesh-colored goo. The eyebrows were perfectly shaped and trimmed while the eyelashes were long and curled. Slowly, dark hair began emerging from the scalp area until it reached shoulder length. It was particularly painful to see the slow, steady growth of a pair of perfectly symmetrical, soft, full, C-cup breasts complete with large, brown areolae, each topped with a perfect, full-sized nipple. Melissa heaved another sigh.

The details of her—no—its—face were beginning to take shape. While she had a good idea of what this model would like it, it still took her aback to actually see it. From its forehead to its chin, Melissa was struck by how much it resembled her. Even worse was how Mr. Grantham either didn't notice or did but didn't care.

As the minutes ticked by, the face took its final, beautiful shape. The upper torso was now nearly complete. Melissa didn't care to watch the next step, but was unable to look away as the hourglass figure finished taking shape. Gradually, a bellybutton appeared, then a the she saw the first hints of what would soon be a perfectly formed vagina complete with soft, pliable labia. Ten minutes later, it had a beautiful, fully-formed, completely shaved pussy and legs every bit as shapely as Melissa's.

A soft female voice announced, "Upper and lower torso complete. Enter changes or terminate physical transformation process."

Grantham asked Melissa and Ken if they saw any flaws. Both shook their heads indicating they knew the prototype was perfect. Grantham entered "terminate program" the opened a new application to begin programming the unit's central processor. When it was complete, Grantham would send an activation signal which would bring the prototype to life. It would sit up as though it had been sleeping, "realize" it was nude, attempt to cover it's breasts and vagina then begin looking for a room where it would dress itself according to its programming. Once dressed, it would begin looking for the man it was programmed to love and please as though it was just routinely stopping by the office for a visit.

Melissa asked to be excused as she was no longer needed. She'd seen enough and she had no desire to see "herself" enter this room wearing something close to what she was wearing and kiss the man she loved and take her place in his life. Melissa had had that sick feeling in the pit of her stomach many times since she came to work here but this time there was a feeling of finality. Blake Grantham would choose it over her. He would tweak it, improve it, and eventually patent it. More than likely, he would also marry it leaving Melissa alone with her dreams and her fantasies.