Page 1 of The Genius
CHAPTER 1
Testing Sex-bots
Shelly
It was fascinating to watch Nmen have sex.
Even after two weeks of being at the research and development facility in the Northlands, I was still intrigued by how many different ways the men could have sex with the robots.
Sometimes I found myself looking at the replay of the test session with my head angled and brows furrowed. It blew my mind how creative some of the men were in finding new positions and how different sex was from one test person to the other.
Some of the men were in the room for less than five minutes, others played with the robots for close to an hour.
My job was to analyze the data we received from the sex-bots to help us perfect our product line. With sensors installed in the test robots some of the many things we could measure was which area of the robot was touched the most, how much pressure was applied, depth and speed of penetration, and of course how long each hole on the robot was in use.
Sitting in my office I was going over the reports from yesterday’s five sessions. There was neither need nor time for me to watch all the sexual encounters, so I had preprogrammed the system to look for anything related to fetishes and a long list of keywords. In general, I relied on the statistics from the robots, as well as the men’s commentary, which was recorded while they used the robot. The system was pretty good at ignoring grunting sounds that came out non-verbal, but today the report was full of incoherent nonsense that made it harder to read.
The system alerted me that a session had involved a fetish and I had just opened up to see for myself when a call came from Charlie, the man I worked for at Advanced Technologies. His hologram popped up in front of the video that was playing of test subject 44 and the sex-bot.
“May peace surround you,” Charlie said and smiled at me. I almost laughed at his reaction when he turned his head and saw the video playing. It all happened so fast that most people would have missed it, but my eyes were trained to look for body language and I saw the micro-expression of contempt when Charlie lifted the corner of his mouth.
“May peace surround you too,” I replied in a calm voice.
“What in the world is he doing?” Charlie nodded toward the Nman in the video. By now his expression had settled into wrinkling his nose up. “Is he smelling her feet?”
“He’s a podophile.”
“A what?”
“A foot fetishist.”
The older man shook his head, and mumbled, “I don’t know how you do it, Shelly, or why you chosethisproject.”
“I’m a biologist; procreation is interesting to me.”
“Yes, well, in this case it’s more like an imitation of procreation, isn’t it?”
I didn’t answer the question since it was rhetorical. We both knew that these robots didn’t collect semen like others of our models did.
“If all men were like that guy,” I pointed with my chin to test subject number 44, who was currently licking the sex-bot’s toes, “we would all be extinct. He prefers to use her feet to jerk off and so far, he hasn’t shown much interest in her reproductive parts.”
Charlie stared at the sexual encounter without responding.
“How are things in the Motherlands?” I asked.
“Good.” He cleared his throat. “Very good. But we miss you of course.” Shaking his head as to clear his thoughts, he turned from the video to me. “Would you mind turning it off while we speak? I’m finding it rather distracting, not to mention disturbing.”
Mindy, our newest sex-bot model, not yet released to market, was smiling and encouraging the Nman with a velvety-soft voice, whispering, “Don’t stop, your tongue feels amazing.” He complied just as I paused the video, leaving the naked Nman in a rather unflattering position with his eyes closed and his tongue far out of his mouth.
“Mindy looks beautiful. How are the men liking her?” Charlie asked.
I shrugged. “Number 44 looks like he’s enjoying himself, don’t you think?”
“You don’t sound too excited.”
“I just believe we could do better if we developed a new generation of models. Mindy is nice, but no real women look like her in real life. Her dimensions are obscure. Her eyes and lips are too big, breasts the size of hers would be too heavy to stand out as perkily as that in real life, and no woman has skin that flawless, legs that long, or a waistline that small.”
“Shelly, Shelly, Shelly…” Charlie said in a sing-song voice. “We discussed this already. Sex-bots aren’t supposed to look like real women. They are sexual fantasies of the perfect woman.”
