Future World

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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The future I write of is not that far away, it is not science fiction. Elon is already selling robots for home use, driverless taxis are in use in many countries and plans are afoot to colonise the Moon and Mars, sexual behaviour is relaxing and who goes with whom when of age no longer seems to matter. It only takes a small stretch...

"Will he suspect?"

"I doubt it, but that is the point of this experiment."

"I am not sure on the legality of this, they haven't been licensed for home use."

"True, but then this is my home which is an extension of my work space, do don't worry. It also depends on if anyone finds out anyway."

"Okay, but I do worry, we don't want this to leak until we are ready to launch. We are years ahead of the competition as it is, this new development will just blow them out of the water."

"The Chinese are not that far behind, they have been selling realistic sex dolls for years."

"True, but they are inert. We are selling a fully interactive model."

"Fully interactive fully realistic in every way model."

"Yes."

"Do you not worry that you are testing this on your son?"

"No, why should I?"

"Mother son, you know, taboo and all that."

"Oh fiddlesticks, I don't have time for all that nonsense. Anyway, he is a grown man, not a minor."

My personal chimed to let me know I had a message. I checked my tablet, it was a message from mother.

'Come for tea, let's catch up.'

I hadn't seen mum for a few weeks, and today was a designated no work day, so, why not. I told her I would be there by six and went up to shower. I had already showered, but you know what mum's are like, they can spot an out of place speck of dirt on their child at a hundred yards.

I scrubbed every part of me, in every fold and every crease. I washed my hair twice, and scrubbed diligently between my toes, no lingering putty there. I also pulled my foreskin back and washed beneath that a second time. Well, it's mine and I'll wash it as often as I like.

After I had dried, deodorised and perfumed I dressed. I collar less and pocket less shirt with short sleeves to my elbow. My personal on my wrist, and my tablet in my bag with my wallet, although with my inbuilt RFID I could just flash my wrist to charge, my wallet was just habit I guess. I grabbed my tablet and ordered a pod for five thirty. Mum's place wasn't that far away, but she instilled in me years ago, fifteen minutes early is better than one minute late.

My personal flashed, the pod was outside waiting. I flashed my wrist at the door to secure my house and walked to the pod. The pods replaced driven taxi's years ago, they are just driverless cars without any driver controls, they just use gps and proximity sensors and a whole array of other technical wizardry to ferry people about. Certainly in towns and cities people did not drive themselves about, pods were simply too easy to use.

The pod pulled up at mum's and I flashed my personal at the door screen, it both debited my account and opened the door. I walked up the path to mums and flashed my personal to let her know I had arrived. The door opened and I went in.

"You're early Kris," My mum said as I walked into the living cell.

"Better early than late my mum always taught me."

"Sage advice."

I walked to her and hugged her, her arms around me also, pressing herself against me, her shape hardly shaded by her lightweight clothes. We separated and I followed mum into the prep cell. The table was laid, perhaps by her domestic robot, not that I could see it, probably off charging. I had one too, a gift from my mother whose company makes them, but I don't really use it. I don't have any ideological opposition to them, like some, no, to be honest I just could not be arsed.

She indicated where she wanted me to sit and put a plate in front of me, and then added a pile of spaghetti followed by a mushroom ragu and a large glass of chianti. She served herself and then sat opposite me and we dove in. There was some crusty sourdough for mopping up drips and drops, and I have to say, the food tasted really good. The simpler the better, all the heavily processed foods had been left in the past. Simple pasta was the order of the day for most people. There had been a lot of arguing too and fro about whether Tofu was a processed food, and in the end people decided it wasn't and so they had to find other excuses not to eat it. Me? I just like a flavour carrier that could hold the spices or herbs that I liked. Meat was, for most of us, too expensive these days, and rarely eaten, and never offered to guests in case it offended.

This grated mushroom and carrot in a ragu sauce along with the spaghetti made a wonderful Bolognese and the fresh oregano from mum's grow pod really sang.

"This is delicious mum," I said, "you have excelled yourself."

"Thank you Kris, it is one of my favourites. I use a similar mushroom and carrot mix to make my moussaka, and that I really adore too."

"I shall have to try it mother."

"I shall invite you over when I next plan to make some. It also makes an excellent chilli."

"Thank you and if our rest days coincide, I shall be here."

"Talking of rest days, how is work?"

"Oh you know mum, work is work. It is not exactly taxing. I work from home and have to check the figures and data on the returning space craft to determine what refurbishment is needed. It does not stretch me."

"You should come and work with me."

"What? Making even more labour-saving robots? Soon there won't be enough jobs to go around."

"Oh don't be silly. Everyone works at least one day a week, there is plenty of work. At least if you worked with me, you would get some hands on experience, rather than just tiring your brain in front of a computer."

I finished the last of the Bolognese on my plate and then using the bread I wiped the plate clean of any residual sauce, just as decorum dictated. It was very bad form for a guest to leave food on their plate.

We went and sat in the living cell, some music playing gently in the background. Mum had her hand on my leg as she half turned to me to talk. Her clothes were, like mine, mostly translucent, only layers keeping elements hidden. She squeezed my leg and moved her hand higher, her lips brushed mine and she spoke softly.

"I hardly seem to see you these days."

"Well no mum, I have a different living arrangement, and can only see you on rest days. I miss our intimate moments."

Her hand moved higher up my leg and my dick responded, firming. I put my arm around mum's neck and pulled her into an embrace, pressing my lips against hers. Mum murmured her approval, her tongue outlining my lips before pressing between them.

I gasped as mum's hand found my dick and squeezed it.

"Don't worry, privy mode is engaged, nothing is recording, nothing is listening."

My hand moved from her neck and cupped her breast and squeezed. I had missed shagging mum, there was a certain safeness to it.

"Should we go somewhere more comfortable mum?" I asked as her hand began moving on my dick.

Mum leant away from me and stood, her hand holding mine, encouraging me to my feet. I followed her and we went up to her sleep cell. In her room she touched her shoulder, and her dress undid and fell, leaving her wearing only a covering over her breasts and her crotch. Two more touches and she was naked, no hair below the neck as was the custom, although I had heard some bohemian types in Chelsea were growing hair in their crotches and underarms. I doubted it would catch on.

I pressed my shoulder and pulled off my top, and then my waist and my trousers were gone too. Naked, I joined mum on her bed, a one thousand thread count Egyptian cotton, just a sign of her affluence, a shade of beige just like everything in our modern world.

I knelt between her thighs and inhaled her aroma, it was like a drug, my pulse quickened, my heart raced and I gasped at her intoxication of me. I ran my nose along the valley of her sex, my tongue dragging, its rough surface stimulating her, and then dabbing at her clitoris, her breath gasping, her fingers digging into the bed, defying its memory as she stabbed and stabbed, her toes seeking purchase on it smooth counterpane.

"Mmm yes, yes, you know I love that," Mum gasped as she writhed around me, her legs moving up and down and side to side, her torso twisting, her breasts heaving with desire.

"Oh God baby, you thrill me like no other," she panted as my tongue found her entrance and pushed into her opening, tasting the salty sweet desire of my mother on my tongue.

I inched up her body until my lips, coated with her desire, found hers and crushed against the, my dick hard and jutting against her sex. She reached down and grasped me, sliding me up and down her valley before pressing it at her entrance and raising her hips, sucking my dick into her fanny, pulsing her fanny walls like a slow wank of my dick.

I sucked in my breath, my fingers splayed flat as my hands took my weight, holding me above her breasts, her nipples taught with arousal. I pushed in hard, feeling the end of my dick press at her depth, my balls hanging between her thighs, and I pulled back, my dick almost leaving her, her flaps clutching at me, her fanny voided, awaiting me.

As hard as I could I pushed back inside her, her breath exploded from her as my body crashed onto hers, the slap of the collision of of pubis's echoing around her cell, joined ny the gasps as our air was expelled from our lungs. Her hands were digging into my shoulders, painfully, marking me with the red and white wheals of abandonment in pleasure. I pulled back, mum whimpering as my dick almost left her, gasping again as I drove back inside her with all my might and need. Faster I began, harder I went, mum gasping and panting, her fingers gripping my back, pulling me to her, her legs curling up around me, using her might to keep pushing me inside her, shagging me as I was shagging her, and then she gulped a deep breath, her fanny squeezed my dick tightly and mum screamed, her legs kicking and arms flailing as her orgasm erupted though her.

My balls tightened and my dick twitched and I ejaculated deep within her, my seeds filling her forbidden womb, engaging battle with the hormones that would repel them and ban any chance of pregnancy. I slumped down on her, momentarily crushing her boobs before sliding to one side and laying beside her.

I dozed before mum's domestic 'bot came in to tell me that the wash cell was ready for me. Nice.

"Well, that has to be a success."

"Indeed, he had no idea he was fucking a robot."

"No, it would appear not."

"And he was up close and personal."

"Well, yes, but the recharge point is hidden under her skin, and he hardly went anywhere near there, and if he did, he wouldn't have detected it."

"Indeed. Your AI is excellent in her, it never missed a beat."

"No, but it didn't have a lot of work to do, basically have sex with my son."

"Agreed, but it engaged in small talk and there were no suspicions."

"No. I think we can call that a success. We should go to the next phase and see if we can get him to accept a full synth."

"Agreed."

My personal chimed, a text from mum.

"Please come to my office, I have something to show you."

I wondered what, although I expected it to be her latest robot. I sent her my acceptance and went to shower before I called for a pod. I arrived at Mother's office and was met by a human security guard who marshalled me to her office.

There was a blond haired woman sat in a chair by the coffee table and mum was behind her desk looking at her screen.

"Oh hello Kris, come on in."

I sort of hovered not knowing quite where mum wanted me to be.

"Sit down by Hannah," mum said standing and walking towards the coffee table.

When we were all sat down mum started speaking.

"I have an opportunity to discuss with you."

"Oh, what's that then mum."

"I would like you to have a full synth at home."

"Why?"

"Well, it is a final evolution model, it is a final evolution model I should say. A full replica synthetic humanoid robot."

"What mum, it looks like a human?"

"Yes."

"What can it do?"

At this point Hannah spoke.

"Let me answer that," she said, "it can do pretty much anything an ordinary human can do. Possibly a little quicker, and is a little stronger than the average human too."

"I presume it can do anything it has been programmed to do," I answered, "or does it have a learning capability?"

"It has advanced AI Kris, it can learn, also whilst it is in recharge mode, which would usually be overnight, or when you were out of the home, it can receive new programming, a new language for example. Could be useful if you were having guests that spoke a different language to you."

Not that people had guests anymore. In this modern age travel was discouraged as it wasted resource, most meetings were held via Videocon, either on your personal, your tablet or your wall screen.

"Daily chores?"

"Yes, she, your model will be a female synth, she will do the standard household chores, managing your cleaning bots, preparing food, cleaning your clothes, bedding and so on. She will know the latest in terms of news, both national, internationally and interplanetary. She will be able to converse with you also, should you wish."

"I see. And just how realistic is she, will she, be able to eat or drink or is that not relevant?"

"She will be one hundred percent realistic; she will pass for a full human female. She can eat and drink so as to not appear out of place in a gathering, all that she consumes will later be passed in the usual human ways."

"One hundred percent you say?"

"Yes, capable of all female bodily functions should that be required."

I turned from Hannah to my mum who was sitting quietly but seemed to be smiling.

"Why mum? Why me?"

"You are my son, and I would hope that as this is a secretive experiment, that will have to be conducted under non-disclosure, that you would honour that need. You don't have a partner and so there would be no 'difficulties' with another apparent female in your house. You are intelligent, thankfully, and so would be able to stress and test the model adequately."

"I see. I suppose that I ought to meet this test piece and see if I am minded to agree with your experiment."

Mum laughed and then shocked me.

"You already have, it's Hannah here. She is my prototype and is to live with you and we can see how well she integrates."

I was stunned. I really thought that Hannah was just one of Mum's staff. I know I didn't look that closely, but at my superficial examinations, she looked just like a woman, spoke like a woman, why would I doubt that she was a woman. I pulled myself together.

"Oh. Well she fooled me, but then I wasn't looking for anything out of the ordinary. I thought Hannah was simply a member of staff, I had no cause to look closer."

"No," mum said, "exactly, and she passed her first test. She looked like a woman, and she held a conversation with you. And if you had examined her more closely, you would have only found what looks like a human woman. The only difference I suppose is that a real human would not have taken too kindly to you coming in and examining her too closely."

"No, probably not, so can I examine her closely now?"

"Well, yes you can, but I have a busy schedule, why don't you and Hannah take a pod and return to your home, you can get to know her better there. I already know what she looks like in detail, and my time would be better spent on other matters."

That was as curt a dismissal as you could expect. I stood and Hannah also stood.

"Shall we go?" she said, "I have already summoned a pod, it will be waiting for us."

"Right, yes then," I said and followed Hannah out of mum's office.

As we sat in the pod Hannah turned to me and said, "may I remind you that a pod is a public space."

So that was basically telling me not to discuss anything whilst in the pod that could indicate that Hannah was not what she appeared to be, although I doubted that Hannah would escape detection if any form of sensor examination were to be deployed. Most pods did not have that, pods used by senior officials did, but they were reserved and rarely used by ordinary people like me. I guessed pods that

mum used probably did, she was a bit of a big cheese, being the senior robotics engineer in the country, and possibly the world.

My personal buzzed, I looked at it, a message.

"Thank you, I knew that you would understand."

I looked across at Hannah, she smiled and winked. She had managed to send a message to my personal, stupidly simple, but it impressed me. We sat quietly in the pod and the outside world blurred passed us until we arrived at my home.

We waited until the pod had gone and then walked to my front door. I was about to flash my personal and unlock when Hannah spoke.

"With your permission, I can deal with the house security. You only have to say and then I will unlock and also keep the house secure. Your personal will, of course, still lock and unlock your home."

I suppose that was logical, she, there I was personalising an inanimate object, she might as well look after that side of things too.

"Yes of course, so authorised."

Hannah nodded and then turned to door, hand on the handle and it opened. I had not seen her do anything, but the home was unlocked. She stood back and let me enter first.

"In future," she said, "I would prefer to enter before you to ensure that there is no risk of harm to you, and then you follow."

The Laws of Robotics so long ago defined by Asimov were found to be a perfect basis and had not been bettered. Laws had been passed in every country that manufactured robots, androids, cyborgs, whatever they were called, that dictated that the Laws of Robotics had to be enshrined in the programming of each device. I knew this without having to think it, and her desire to go first was just an iteration of her implementing those laws.

"You go first," I said standing back, I didn't want to cause her conflict.

"Thank you" she said, and she went in and then beckoned me to follow.

"Whilst you were speaking with me and your mother, the company entered your home, using your mother's authority and installed my niche. It is just off your main sleeping cell. Shall we go and inspect it and ensure that no damage was done in the process?"

She obviously had been programmed with the full details of my home and she strode off towards my sleeper. Just outside was a niche in the wall, and it was deep enough that Hannah would not intrude into the passageway.

"This is where I shall be when I am not performing duties. I will recharge whilst in here. Any other requirement, such as passing waste, will be done using the standard facilities, just as you would."

"Yes, so I gathered. Will you undress and allow me to examine you?"

"If you so desire." Hannah answered, unmoving.

"I desire. Until I see for myself I shall wonder, and that will be distracting for me."

Hannah pressed at her shoulder and her dress fell just leaving a drape across her breasts and her groin. Two more touches and she stood naked before me.

"Please move to the centre of the cell Hannah," I said, I wanted to be able to look all around her.

I have to be honest, I could not tell that she was not human. She was pretty damn perfect to look at. Her breasts were not droopy and held perfectly on her chest. Her nipples were firm and jutting, slightly smaller than the ends of my thumbs. Her areola spread just a small way around, and had little dimples and bobbles just like a real woman, like my mum for example, the last real woman that I had been with so her body was freshest in my memory.