Amsterdam,
Saturday, 06 October, 2052
20:03
Marcus felt like a complete idiot when he left the club for home. As his hybrid vehicle drove itself through the night traffic, he lay back in the cockpit and mulled over the events that just transpired. He had quite possibly made the most shocking discovery in the history of the sciences: robots were sentient. And what scared him the most was that he was probably the only person who knew about it.
So did this mean that Agnes, his sultry and sexy robotic maid, that waited on him hand and foot and pleasured him in ways he hardly thought possible, was actually sentient? Was she actually a thinking being with emotions like anger and lust? So, all this time they had made love, humping like rabbits in the privacy of his apartment, she had actually been aware? She did feel the passion of their lovemaking? When she screamed in orgasmic delight did she really feel her body shudder in pleasure, her mind exploding like a helium bomb as her lust went supernova? So he hadn't just been living with a soulless, ticking machine?
Marcus was anxious to confront her and find out whether she was really alive. Maybe Zino the sex robot had been lying about all robots being sentient. Maybe it was just by some stroke of fate that she had suddenly became aware of her existence but that didn't mean all robots were like her. He didn't even want to contemplate the magnitude of what this revelation might mean to mankind. If robots were sentient and they decided to come together then they would do what other minorities, slaves and oppressed groups have done for thousands of years: Revolt.
Marcus Bleak's Residence, Lindengracht, Amsterdam,
Saturday, 06 October, 2052
21:30
He pulled up outside his apartment block and the car doors hissed upwards. He walked out and stared at his windows as the doors closed and automatically locked. There was a light on in his bedroom. The light was for his benefit. Agnes didn't need the light to see in the dark. All robots came with infra-red vision.
He took the elevator to his floor and walked slowly to the door of his apartment. He was feeling very nervous although the weight of his gun in the ankle holster gave him some comfort. Should he act normal? Should he immediately hold her at gunpoint and demand to know whether she was also sentient? This was a situation that he was totally unprepared for. Supposing she got violent? Marcus could not imagine sweet Agnes suddenly going psychotic. It was just not like her. Like her? She was supposed to be a machine with nothing but circuit boards and drives between her pretty ears!
As he got closer to the door, a sensor automatically scanned him and the locks clicked back. The frosted glass door slid sideways and he walked through into the cool, air conditioned interior. The sparsely furnished living room was dark and he wondered where she was.
"Agnes" he called out. Nothing. He looked into the kitchen which was empty then walked slowly to his room. He yanked the gun from its holster and tensed his body in readiness for an encounter. He peeped around the open doorway.
Agnes was lying on his bed, staring sightlessly at his ceiling. She was completely naked. A couple of black cables sneaked from her back and the side of her head to a machine that looked like a DVR sitting on top of a washing machine. He sighed in relief.
She was 'sleeping', a process which she performed once everyday. The cable leading to her back was actually a tube that transferred any liquid waste out of her body like spent motor fluid and, yes, sperm. His sperm. She might not be a prostitute but she was still designed to look like a sexy maid and was certainly going to get fucked once in a while by the lucky owner. The other cable was a USB cable. It downloaded everything in her memory to a hard drive. Robots gathered a lot of information everyday and there was a danger of them overloading and crashing. Agnes was at this moment on sleep mode and when the clean up process was complete she would have to reboot just like any other computer. Marcus stared at her voluptuous, lush body and immediately had an erection.
She was very tall, her hair long and blond and her smooth, succulent, synthetic skin was as white as an alabaster jar. A heavy pair of breasts sat on her chest with thick, dark nipples pointing at the ceiling. There was a small mat of blond hair above her pussy which had long, thick lips. Her legs were long and muscular and looked like they had been carved from ivory. As far as Marcus was concerned she was a work of art. He watched her face and noted the slightly parted full red lips and remembered all the great times when she used them to effortlessly bring him to boil. He wondered how he would feel if she turned out to be sentient. It would be real awkward realising that the wank machine he had at home could actually think.
There was a click from the machine next to the bed and her eyelids began to flitter. Her pupils turned red as her CPU began to reboot. A minute later her pupils turned green and the machine clicked again. She sat up in bed and reached behind to remove the cable attached to a concealed socket in her back. She then removed the USB cable attached to the side of her head. Marcus walked into the room and she saw him and smiled lovingly.
"Good evening, master" she said in her heavy sultry voice, "How can I be of service?"
Marcus didn't reply and walked over to her. She sat still watching him expectantly. But, my God, she looked so beautiful, he thought. She was a masterpiece. He had paid through his nose to get her and there were only like a dozen of her model in existence. Soon she would be a classic.
Marcus held her by the shoulders and roughly pushed her backwards. She fell on the bed and smiled up at him. He climbed on top of her and started attacking her breasts. She stroked his hair and muttered throaty obscenities as he hungrily sucked and nibbled on her nipples. He reached up to squeeze her massive boobs, amazed at how soft and firm they were. Anytime he pinched and squeezed them she would squeal in pleasure. He wondered whether she could actually feel anything at all.
He began to kiss downwards, moving slowly towards the 'V' of her legs.
"Oh, Marcus" she moaned, "Please lick my pussy. I want you so much."
Sheesh, he thought.
His tongue slipped between her pussy lips and started to lick up and down. Immediately he made contact with her clitoris she began to whimper softly. She was extremely wet. There were loud slurping and sucking sounds as he worked his tongue deep inside her. She was writhing like a cat and seemed to be sobbing in pleasure.
"Please, Marcus" she begged. "I want you inside me."
