Page 16 of The Genius
“You like it, don’t you?”
“Yeeees.”
Her body arched against me, her heels digging into my butt and her hands grabbing my shoulders like she was holding on for dear life. “Yeees.”
The moment her inner pump started milking my cock and she exploded in a simulated orgasm was timed to perfection. I closed my eyes and let go of my own euphoria, focusing on my sexual fantasy of impregnating my future wife.
I was squeezing her with my large body and usually it didn’t matter since the sex-bots were designed to withstand it, but Natura pushed at me complaining that she couldn’t breathe.
I rolled to her side, catching my breath and looking her over. “Note to designer, the breathing function is annoying and limits how long the user can lie on top of her after sex. On a positive note, model looks gorgeous with flushed cheeks and dilated pupils.”
Natura turned her face and in a soft voice she asked, “You think I look gorgeous?”
“Uh-huh. Oh, and note to designer, the part about her inner pump only activating when simulating an orgasm is new. All other models I’ve tried have been able to turn the function on and off depending on preference.”
Natura looked at me. “Anything else you’d like to add?”
“Yes, I’m impressed with how authentic you look. Especially your eyes. I’ve seen lifelike eyes on robots before, but it’s almost as if yours shine with intelligence and...”
“And what?”
I chuckled. “I was going to say emotions, but that just sounds stupid.”
“New technology.”
“Yeah, but it’s like you have actual feelings.”
“I’ve been programmed to read body language and tone of voice, and to decipher humor. If you feel I’m providing a natural response to your behavior, that’s a sign that the design team behind my model have succeeded.”
“How come you can talk about things like this?”
Natura looked up at the ceiling. “While my sexual program is limited to begin with, I’m equipped with programs for casual and stimulating conversation. I’m meant to be a companion, not just a sex-bot.”
“No way!” I rubbed my nose and smiled.
“I can also do a bit of humor.”
“With a robot like you, there’s no need to marry a real woman,” I joked. “Can I teach you to cook too?”
Natura looked away. “So far cooking isn’t included in the prototype of my model.”
Just when she said it her stomach growled.
“What was that?” I asked.
She looked flustered. “Just another authenticity feature imitating hunger to make me seem more human.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Look, I get that somewhere in the Motherlands an engineer had a field day creating the closest thing to a real woman, but if you tell me that you fart and burp too, I have to draw the line. That’s just not charming or attractive in a woman.”
Natura gave me a small smile. “Some might disagree. There are people who get aroused by that sort of thing.”
“Not me. Note to designer, I truly like this model, but maybe find a balance between real and practical.” I turned her face from side to side, studying it. “And maybe make her a bit less polished. It’s only real up-close that I can see her imperfections.” I licked her skin. “You taste salty, like real sweat. That’s a genius detail.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Do you know if they’ll make your model in different variations?”
“You mean a model with bigger breasts?” she asked in the dry tone she had used before.
