I sat at the booth, sipping my Diet Coke through a straw. The restaurant was fairly busy on a Friday night in the early evening hours. As expected, tonight's crowd seemed mostly composed of young couples, glad to be done with their workweeks and eager to unwind for the weekend. I myself had come unaccompanied. My attention was focused on one couple in particular.
Across the way, they sat at a small table laden with drinks and appetizers. An attractive pair, I thought-a pair that one might expect to be seen together. She looked to be in her late 20s, svelte, with radiant copper hair that cascaded down around her shoulders. I had selected the hair color myself for this occasion, from among several different configurations at the lab. She wore a tight beige button-up sweater, with the top few buttons strategically unbuttoned, over a low-cut white cotton shirt that exposed the tops of her amble bosom. Her long, lithe legs were clad with white tights. Her tight little bottom was sheathed within a short suede skirt, forest green. Her pixie nose wrinkled adorably and her eyes sparkled as she giggled at the man sitting across from her.
He reached across the table and took one of her hands in hers, obviously enthralled by her beauty. Even while he sat, anyone could see that he was a tall man, strongly built with broad shoulders and a square jaw. Sandy blonde hair, perfectly coiffed, sprouted from atop his broad forehead. He looked more mature than his companion, but not by much. His sharp tan suit pegged him as a professional of some sort-perhaps an affluent executive at some large corporation. He was the kind of man with whom I imagined most women would long to be.
This evening, he was with Unit M.L.E.A., though he did not know her as such. To him, she was simply Amelia, a woman whom he had met just days earlier. He had hit it off quickly with her, and tonight was their first date. I had never spoken to the man, and as he conversed with Amelia in animated fashion, he remained oblivious to my observation. His rapt attention centered completely on her.
This was exactly as I had hoped it to be. The socialization experiment was proving to be a success. Amelia's partner was seemingly unaware that she could be anything other than what she appeared to be. No doubt, he hoped to take her back to his place tonight. I wished that I could be privy to the words that they spoke to each other with seductive smiles, but I was seated too far away, and the venue was far too noisy. No matter. Body language said enough to satisfy me that Amelia had passed the Turing test with flying colors.
Finishing the last of my drink, I took out my wallet and set a twenty-dollar bill on the table for the waitress. I stood and casually walked toward the table at which Amelia and her date were sitting. As I approached, she glanced momentarily away from her handsome suitor and at my face-just for an instant, so quickly that he could not have seen. As I caught her eye, I nodded slightly, and then proceeded to walk right past her table toward the men's room without turning my head. As I passed, I hear her lilting laughter as she flirted mercilessly with the blonde man, teasing him about his sexual advances.
When I reached the men's room, I opened the door and looked around. It was empty, as I had hoped. I waited for a few seconds until Amelia rounded the corner of the hallway I had just traversed, following covertly behind me. I ushered her quietly into the bathroom, glancing down the hall to ensure that nobody had seen her enter. We entered a stall. I closed and locked the door.
"You summoned me?" Amelia asked pleasantly.
"Yes," I responded. "How is your date going? Does he think you're real?"
"I am real, silly," Amelia responded playfully. "Just because I'm not one hundred percent organic like you doesn't make me any less real."
"Point well taken. Does he suspect anything?"
"Not that I can tell," Amelia shrugged. "I'm pretty sure he's not thinking of anything besides how he's going to get me into bed tonight. He's being pretty aggressive."
"Yeah, he looks like he's really into you. How are you dissuading him?"
"I told him that I'm a Mormon and that I don't have sex before marriage. I'm not sure that he's taking that as my final answer."
"Good for you. Remember, you are to attract but you are not to engage in sexual activity with him."
"I know," Amelia said, exasperated. "You don't have to keep telling me."
"You like this guy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Amelia didn't have true emotions, as far as anyone could tell, but she was programmed to simulate them. I briefly reflected on what it really meant to have true feelings, but dismissed the thought to concentrate on the present matter.
Amelia blushed a little, looking down at her feet. "Don's a great guy," she admitted. "He's nice, tall, good-looking, stable, and well-established in his career. Any girl would think he's a great catch." She hesitated a moment, then looked up at me seriously. "I think I'd really like to get to know him better."
"You've done well this evening, Amelia," I congratulated her, brushing aside her last statement without acknowledgement. "You passed the test." I paused for a moment to look at her. What a marvelous feat of engineering. I reached up and cupped a hand over one of her breasts. Amelia said nothing, but gazed at me with a neutral expression on her face. Under her sweater, her tit was firm and resilient. Through the cloth, I could feel her nipple begin to stiffen. Amelia remained silent and motionless.
I unbuttoned her sweater, then, opening it up and peeling the shirt underneath up over her tits. The cloth strained against the burden for a moment, and then her fleshy globes tumbled out, bouncing downward as they were released from their confinement. Pink nipples arose from rosy areolas. I grasped her tits in my hands, squeezing. They felt so real.
But then, they were real, in a sense. Amelia's laboratory-grown flesh was as real as any woman's, even though that flesh overlaid a mechanically motivated carbon-fiber skeleton far stronger than bone. Blood coursed through the capillaries within that flesh, even though that blood was pumped and warmed artificially by a mechanical device within her chest. To most observers, Amelia's body was indistinguishable from that of a fully organic person. And now, it seemed proved that she could mimic the behaviors of a natural human being sufficiently well to fool even a prospective paramour, even if those behaviors were initiated by the electronic mind within her head-and distributed throughout various other parts of her body, to be more precise.
My cock had hardened in my jeans. She was so beautiful, so compliant. I had to have her. Don would need to wait.
