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FRED'S STORY
By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ )
Copyrightc 2002 by DB.
ASSM/ASFR (M/Fembot*5, rom, ScFi, asfr)

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- - -

Author's Note: This story is based on a suggestion of Gorgo.  

A special thanks to Gorgo his excellent and much appreciated 
proofreading.  All remaining mistakes are mine.

- - -

Fred and Darlene were the golden couple.  They first discovered 
each other in junior high school, when budding sexuality first 
shows its tentative growth.

To call their neighborhood upscale would be like calling the Mona 
Lisa a nice little doodle.  Only old money here, on large 
estates.

Fred and Darlene were steady sweethearts through high school, and 
pledged to keep themselves pure until marriage.

They survived the temptations of college life, and their wedding 
took place two weeks after graduation.  It was the social event 
of early summer, with a guest list over three hundred.

Their honeymoon was a modest two month sojourn around the world, 
after which they planned to settle into a cozy country cottage 
built for them and their planned first two children on a 
secluded, tree-shaded corner of Fred's family grounds.

Three weeks into the trip in an exotic eastern country, the local 
prince, Terrance, took a fancy to them and insisted that they 
dine and stay at his local palace.  It was an offer they could 
not refuse.

Fred though his drink tasted a bit funny that night.  He spent 
the next three days puking his guts out.

Weak and shaking, he finally managed to crawl out of bed, only to 
be presented with his divorce papers from Darlene dated two days 
earlier.  Even as he stared at the signature he was sure he 
hadn't signed, he was informed that Terrance and Darlene had wed 
the day before.

Although still weakened, Fred made such a fuss that he was 
finally granted a brief audience with Her Royal Highness, the new 
princess of the realm.

Forced to bow flat to the floor before Darlene by the strong hand 
behind his neck, he listened to her cold and distant voice as she 
told him in no uncertain terms that their life together was over. 
 She appreciated that he had brought her here to her true love 
and destiny.  And he would be safe under her protection as long 
as he got out of the country as quickly as possible and never 
returned.

"This audience is now over," Darlene said in a haughty voice with 
cold finality.

With that, the two large men who had brought Fred in picked him 
up, bundled him and his baggage into a car, and drove him to the 
border.  His passport was stamped persona non grata, and he was 
shoved across the border.

- - -

Without a plan of what else to do, Fred tried to continue the 
trip alone, to have time to think.

He fell apart within the week however.  With nothing else to do, 
he finally slunked home to his empty new house.

He was so quiet on his arrival late at night that it was four 
days later before even his mother knew he was back.

When she came over he told her the story through his tears.  She 
left him alone to work through his hurt, but looked in on him at 
high noon every third day to be sure he had food and clean 
clothes.  She never left her home for a moment otherwise, in case 
he needed her.

A week passed.

- - -

One bright morning at ten A.M., Carla showed up at Fred's front 
door.

Mother has five very close friends, including Fred's now ex-
mother-in-law (not Carla).  To expect the fact of his return 
alone to have been kept from any of them was inconceivable.  
Excellent breeding and manners were what had caused them to give 
Fred his space up to now.  But of course, they were all 
concerned.

Carla was his mother's oldest friend, and Fred had known her his 
entire life.  If anyone would have come, it would be Carla.  
Behind her stood a young, female figure, Fred's view of her 
mostly blocked by Carla's motherly bulk.

"Hello, Fred," Carla said to his haggard face as he dragged open 
the door.

"Don't trouble yourself feeling you need to explain anything to 
me.  I've either already heard it from your mother, or don't need 
to know," Carla continued, not expecting Fred to reply.  Which 
was fine, since he really had no reply in him anyway.

"Keep the gifts," Carla rambled on in their one-sided 
conversation.  "A fine young man like you will have a use for 
them someday for sure."

And then she dropped a bombshell.  Stepping aside, Fred got good 
his first good look at the demure, Japanese-featured young woman 
standing with her hands folded behind Carla.

"And here.  Take Sylvie to help you out for as long as you need."

Carla gestured to the young woman, who walked forward past Fred 
into his house.

Fred was feeling he should be protesting this somehow.  Carla was 
a wonderful friend, but he shouldn't be letting her do this for 
him.  But the words just wouldn't come out.

And they still wouldn't come out.

And a while later, they still wouldn't come out.

They wouldn't come out until Carla, who really didn't want to 
impose, was gone and Sylvie was there in the room with him.  
Finally Fred closed the door and turned to look at the woman 
standing there.

- - -

CONNECTING LINKS = 0
COMMUNICATION EFFICIENCY = n/a
AGGREGATE NEURAL CAPACITY (IN HUMAN EQUIVALENTS) = .36

- - -

Sylvie stood a little shorter than average height, with hair so 
black and luxurious that it seemed to have a blue sheen to it.  
She was dressed in a long-sleeved top and slacks, with a pleasant 
face that showed little emotion.  Fred could not help but notice 
a small control box hanging around her neck on a slender chain.

Sylvie was a fembot.  One of the most advanced models from Japan, 
where all the good work in this area was being done.  He 
remembered his mother commenting just a few months ago that Carla 
was getting herself one to help out around the house, and he had 
actually seen Sylvie helping out during the wedding and 
reception.  The good models were immensely expensive, with brains 
approaching a healthy fraction of the complexity of a human mind. 
 The word was that the best ones can follow general human 
directions without needing step-by-step instructions.  The best 
ones were especially rare.  Fred knew all this, although he had 
never actually been close enough to one to touch it - until now.

Fred looked over to Sylvie, whose hands remained folded, her eyes 
downcast.

"Hello, Sylvie," he finally croaked out on the third attempt.

Sylvie did not respond.

Fred tried speaking to her a couple more times, without any 
response back from her.

Finally he noticed a small amber light blinking on the box around 
her neck.

He lifted the box and chain up over her head, getting it 
momentarily caught in her long hair, to inspect it more closely. 
 The tiny light was winking next to the top of two wide buttons 
labeled ACTIVATE.  When he pressed the button, the light turned 
to a solid green, and Sylvie raised her head to look directly at 
him and say in an even voice, "Ownership transfer complete.  I am 
Sylvie."

After that she returned to her previous still, quiet state.

Fred spoke to her again, without any indication that she even 
heard him.  He finally looked down at the control box.  It only 
had one other button labeled COMMAND.

Operating Sylvie seemed intuitive.

Fred aimed her control at her (it would be awhile before he 
learned that aiming wasn't necessary), pressed COMMAND and said, 
"Hello, Sylvie."

"Hello, Master," she replied in a much nicer voice than her first 
words.  These words had life in them.

"Call me, Fred," he replied.

Sylvie didn't respond.

Fred realized he had lifted his finger off of the COMMAND button. 
 He pressed it again and repeated his request.

"Yes, Fred," came her reply, with a bit of a smile.  Perhaps her 
programmers had anticipated this command as very likely to be 
received, and programmed her to respond positively to it.

Fred started to speak, and realized he had again released her 
COMMAND button.  He pressed it and asked another question 
instead.

"Do I always have to hold this button down to talk to you?"

"That's an operational question," she replied still standing 
exactly as she had since entering the room.  "Do you wish to 
access my help files?"

"Yes," Fred said, while again almost forgetting to hold down the 
required button.

"Help system active.  Please state your query," Sylvie said.

Fred thought a moment to be sure he was asking a clear question.

"Do I have to hold this COMMAND button down every time I want to 
talk to you?"

"No," came the sweet reply.  "You may talk to me any time you 
wish.  However, until I am placed in conversational mode, I will 
not respond otherwise."

Fred wondered what joker had written her help file.  Must have 
been an engineer, he surmised.  Who else could have her give a 
totally accurate, completely useless, answer at the same time.

"Explain this conversational mode," he instructed her.

"My owner may place me into a conversational interaction mode 
whereby I will accept valid commands from my owner and anyone 
else he designates without the continual need to use my control 
box."

"And how do I place you into this mode?"

"You may tell me to enter it."

"Well then, Sylvie, enter conversational mode."

With that, she blinked a couple of times, shifted her position a 
bit moving one foot a couple of inches, and came to look much 
more alive and relaxed - for a fembot.

Looking directly at Fred she asked, "Master, conversational mode 
has been entered.  Whom shall I accept commands from without the 
use of my remote?"

"Didn't I tell you to call me Fred?"

"Fred, conversational mode has been entered.  Whom shall I accept 
commands from without the use of my remote?"

Robots are so damn literal.

"You will only accept commands from me without use of your remote 
for now," Fred told her formally.

"Acknowledged."

That went well, Fred thought to himself.  Now what do I do?

Fred looked at Sylvie, who stood there looking back at him.  This 
could go unproductively on for hours.

"What do new owner's do with their fembots?" Fred asked almost 
rhetorically.

"That's a help file question," Sylvie replied primly.  "Please 
wait while I access that information."   There was a pause before 
she continued.

"It is recommended that I be given a tour of each new location 
where I will be expected to perform my duties. This tour may be 
performed at any time.  However, until it is accomplished, I will 
be unable to perform many of the tasks for which I am programmed 
to accomplish due to lack of required information."

That made sense.

With nothing else on his "To Do" list for the afternoon, Fred 
went over to Sylvie and took her hand (unnecessarily, but it was 
a nice gesture) and said, "Sylvie, come with me."

Sylvie gripped his hand with a carefully calculated equal 
response and followed him around the house.

In each room, Fred described the room's function, and the types 
of maintenance it would require.  His time spent living at 
college had given him a good idea of the actual maintenance that 
even a dorm room requires.  Each time he finished a room Sylvie 
would respond with, "Acknowledged," and they would move on.  Fred 
did this in significant detail, and nothing major was overlooked.

The last room was one of the two extra bedrooms reserved some day 
for their growing family.  That wasn't likely now.

"I guess this will be your room for now," he told her.

"Acknowledged," she replied, although why she needed "her room" 
was not made clear.

Finally they finished the tour and returned to the living room.  
And Fred realized that the past hour was the first time he hadn't 
thought about Darlene - and continually wrenched his guts out 
over what had happened - since they had thrown him out of that 
godforsaken country.

Sylvie again stood waiting for her next instructions.

Fred looked at her remote he that was still holding, wondering 
what to do with it.

"Sylvie?"

"Yes, Fred?"

"What is the best way to store your remote control unit?"

"Accessing help files - please wait." Pause.  "It may safely be 
left around my neck if my owner wishes.  This way it will be 
available any time I am."

That sounded good to Fred and he placed it back over her head, 
helping to settle it just above the swelling curves of her 
breasts, which were just visible above the neckline of her top.  
Then he stepped back and wondered what to do next.

"Can you cook?"

"Allow me to go inventory your kitchen," she replied, moving 
smoothly off in that direction.

- - -

That night and the next day Fred began to learn the ropes of 
being a fembot owner.

Sylvie was able to handle a wide variety of domestic tasks as 
long as her instructions were simple and direct.  For example, 
she evaluated the state of the kitchen and its supplies, 
determined what food had a high probability of having been 
consumed recently (to avoid a repetitious menu selection), 
determined which food items should be used first (based on shelf-
life concerns), and laid out a schedule of meals to efficiently 
use the food supplies available.  This schedule would 
automatically be updated as new food supplies arrived without a 
separate command being necessary.

She then prepared a lovely nourishing meal for one, timing its 
completion for the optimal dinner hour.  That's how things 
operated when everything went well.

The next morning she did not prepare breakfast however until she 
was asked to.

Fred also learned that once Sylvie completed a task, she would 
then wait wherever she was at completion until he came along to 
give her the next command or task.  This resulted in him once 
having to search the whole house for her after he had asked her 
to "Dust and tidy things up a bit," and she finished that task in 
a far off unused room.  When things didn't go so well, he learned 
some of the limitations of the current fembot mind.

For example, when he had introduced Sylvie to her new home, he 
had commented to her that one of the extra bedrooms, "And this 
can be your room."  He was quite startled to find her standing 
outside his own bedroom the next morning, where it appeared she 
had stood all night waiting for her next command.  Sylvie had 
identified his comment, but never processed it into a command to 
"Go to your room and spend the night there when you're done 
otherwise."

Casual commands like, "Will you get that," always evoked the 
response of "Get what?"

While Sylvie could not be considered a child, fewer problems 
occurred when she was commanded in simple, child-like terms.

The second full day that Fred had Sylvie he finally figured out 
that if he just appended the phrase, "...and return to me when 
you're done" to each command, that things with Sylvie functioned 
much more smoothly.  There were still many misunderstandings that 
may have made logical sense, but only served to remind him how 
much humans take for granted on our communication with other 
people.

He also learned, with some help from Sylvie's help files, how to 
setup a periodic command like, "Prepare breakfast each morning." 
 He quickly learned that these could require some tweaking (e.g. 
"Prepare breakfast for me each morning I'm here after I've gotten 
up"), but with a little practice he felt he could see the major 
ramifications and avoid or correct them on the fly.  On their 
third day together everything ran without any major hitches.  And 
that turned out to be a problem in itself.

When Fred had to busy himself around the house to take care of 
things, he didn't have as much time for idle thought.  After 
Sylvie arrived, he had even less time as he worked with her to 
get acquainted with the house and understand his often-unclear 
desires.

Although there was little need to spend much effort in chores to 
keep up this empty house, Sylvie religiously now made the rounds 
of her tasks each day.  The various subtasks involved could keep 
her occupied an hour or more on each one.

The big event of today came at breakfast, which was quite nicely 
prepared and served (part of Sylvie's Japanese heritage), when 
she notified him of the declining food supplies and offered a 
proposed shipping list.  Fred looked it over before asking her if 
she could place the order.  She could, and it was delivered later 
that morning.  She remained busy in the kitchen longer than usual 
organizing the new provisions.

Afterwards she continued to determine new ways to tidy up the 
house.  One of them involved picking up some framed pictures that 
had fallen over on a couple tables, before going on to additional 
tasks.

This was a problem.  The pictures were engagement and wedding 
pictures of Fred and Darlene.  They had been left by his loving 
mother for them to find on their return from the honeymoon.  The 
pain involved was still too much for Fred, and he had laid them 
face down on his arrival that first night and not touched them 
since.

With no household or Sylvie tasks to occupy his mind, Fred's 
thoughts finally wandered back to the recent, unhappy times.  The 
feelings were still raw of course.  Much more time would be 
needed to even begin to soften them.  Then he saw the pictures.  
It was like another body blow.

Sylvie found him late in the afternoon sitting in a comfortable 
armchair overlooking what at any other time would be a beautiful 
view of the family grounds.  He had a glass in his hand, and a 
half-empty bottle next to him.

For a long time he didn't seem to notice her.  That was okay with 
Sylvie.  She was used to waiting for her next command, and would 
stand there patiently as long as it took.

As afternoon waned into evening Fred continued to just stare out 
the window, sipping and occasionally refilling his glass.  Sylvie 
waited patiently until an internal timer interrupted her with the 
necessity to prepare dinner.  She glided off to do this.  Because 
the food delivery had come today, she was able to prepare her 
first real gourmet meal.

Although she never would have considered coming back to tell her 
owner and master that he had to come to dinner now, the sunlight 
faded just as Fred finally emptied the bottle.  He finally 
considered getting up to get another.  That thought took a few 
more minutes to actually be acted upon.  He finally got to his 
feet.  It was the savory smell of the meal that actually detoured 
him on the way to the liquor cabinet and got him into the dining 
room only a few minutes late.

Fred didn't speak during the meal.  He ate most of what Sylvie 
had prepared for him before pushing the plate away.  After 
sitting for awhile, he lumbered to his feet, detoured through the 
bathroom for a call of nature, stopped by the liquor cabinet for 
a fresh bottle, and returned to his chair which now only looked 
out onto darkness.

Sylvie faithfully cleaned up after the meal, put away the unused 
food, and turned down the dining room lights.  She then went and 
stood near Fred in response to the, "...and return to me when 
you're done" part of her command.

She waited there a long time before the, "Go to your room and 
spend the night there when you're done otherwise," command 
finally took effect and she left as silently as she had come.

Fred spent another hour by the window before finally deciding 
that not only had he now consumed more than enough alcohol for 
one night, but if he stayed any longer he would fall asleep in 
the chair and pay the price for that the next morning.

He got up and moved through the dimly lit house toward his 
bedroom, past the closed door of Sylvie's room.  He realized he 
didn't have a clue to whatever she did in there at night.

Fred has washed out his mouth and drank a couple glasses of water 
to mitigate tomorrow's envisioned effect from all the alcohol, 
but that did little for what was in his system now.

Without thinking clearly he had walked to his bed and was only 
moments from lying down in it, still miserable, when he turned 
and walked to Sylvie's room instead.

Once there he started to knock in the closed door, felt foolish, 
and just opened it instead.  There was only a dim light on to 
show Sylvie standing motionless at the foot of the bed.  She 
didn't react to him coming in except to turn her head towards him 
in the event he wanted to her a command.  She looked lovely - and 
as alone - as he was.

"Come with me," Fred said, taking her hand and leading her to his 
room.

Once there, she stood where he left her.  After a moment, Fred 
ran his hands over her body without reaction from her.  This did 
not constitute any command.

"Undress yourself," Fred finally said.

Sylvie efficiently removed her simple clothing and shoes, placed 
them neatly on a table beside her, placing her remote on top of 
the pile, before again standing motionless.

Even in the dim light and alcohol haze she had a body to admire. 
 Slim, with high small breasts and young pointed nipples, she was 
still obviously female.  Fred noticed she had a cutely sculptured 
naval, and a dark thatch of hair below it.  There was just enough 
light to see that Sylvie was a complete woman down to the last 
detail.

Fred walked over closer to her, and then all the way around her, 
admiring the delicate artistry of her design.  Her designers 
hadn't missed a thing from the gentle curve in at the waist and 
back out at her hips, right down to toenails that matched her 
manicured fingernails.

Fred stroked her cheek gently with the back of his hand.  Then 
her right breast the same way.  She felt as warm and soft as any 
woman he had ever touched.  Sylvie didn't protest, or even react, 
to any of this, which actually made her even more appealing.

Then Fred stepped back and realized the problem he faced.  Sylvie 
needed clear, exact instructions, and Fred wasn't in any 
condition to give them.  And even if he had been, that surely 
would have ruined the moment to have to tell her precisely what 
to do in order to play her part in this assignation.

In the end, Fred almost just left her standing there.  Even just 
looking at her in this light had made him feel better than all 
the alcohol of the last few hours.

But in the end he tried something intuitive, and Sylvie 
responded.  Without words, which would have been rather slurred 
at best, he placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her 
towards the bed.  With her "Return with me" command still active, 
Sylvie moved under the direction of his touch.

Fred guided her to lie down in bed on her back.  He then 
undressed himself and lay beside her and started stroking her 
softly, especially over her breasts, which had held their shape 
exquisitely as she lay back.  His hands eventually wandered in a 
wider pattern over her body while she protested none of his 
attentions.

Soon he was stroking her inner thigh, which seemed even softer 
and more inviting than the rest of her.  He paused a couple times 
to gently urge her legs wider apart, to which she immediately 
complied.  At last he ran his finger over her labia, finding it 
as artful as the rest of her body.

At first she seemed soft, but dry.  But as he stroked her 
tenderly a couple times with gently increasing pressure, he soon 
felt a slick moistness.  Before he quite knew it, his finger had 
slipped inside her.

By now Fred was fighting two conflicting urges in the alcohol 
that wanted to put him to sleep, and the sudden urge he felt down 
in his own groin.  Deciding to take the opportunity while he 
still could, he quickly pulled his finger back out and hoisted 
himself over Sylvie's body.  His movement nudged her legs even 
further apart.  After a couple near misses he finally positioned 
his now mostly hard penis for entry and slipped easily into her.

Sylvie lay there quietly as Fred began pumping her with sudden 
intensity.  She felt so smooth and new and virginal that his 
desire rocketed and he rapidly threw off most of the effects of 
the alcohol for the next several minutes as he fucked Sylvie with 
all the energy he had to muster.

Although Sylvie made no move to actually grip that which he had 
inserted inside her, she was built to Japanese standards, which 
made a wonderful fit for Fred.  Twice he came within her, and 
might have managed a third time if not for so much alcohol still 
in his system.  He finally collapsed onto her for a couple 
minutes of hard breathing.

At last he lifted himself up off her and withdrew himself.  He 
fell back to the bed beside her, threw one arm across her 
breasts, and was soon snoring deeply.

With Fred's arm signaling her to stay, Sylvie continued to lie 
where he last left her.

- - -

 From Sylvie's point of view, her activity with Fred that night 
had been very confusing.  The hardest problem for the fembot mind 
is in determining just what her owner/master desired of her.  
More processing resources are devoted to this single concern than 
everything else combined.  Sylvie had no sexual programming in 
her that might have explained this and guided her actions.  Carla 
had not seen any reason to pay extra for that when she had 
purchased Sylvie for herself, and never thought of it when she 
gave Sylvie to Fred. Only the automatic action to self-lubricate 
in response to pressure where her clitoris and labia are located 
had occurred.

If Sylvie had been able to feel pleasure, that alone would have 
been a pleasurable sensation.  But with less than half the neural 
connections of a human mind, her understanding of pleasure was 
primitive at best.

Sylvie's difficulty was compounded by the lack of commands she 
had been given.  After the command to undress, the rest of her 
actions had been based on her assumption of what her master's 
various, nonverbal touching and guiding her meant.  There was no 
confirmation that she was doing what he desired, although there 
were no negative indications either.  Her assessment of his mood 
- to the extent that her capabilities allow her to understand 
this - seemed to indicate improvement over its state earlier, but 
nothing was definite.

Finally the time arrived for her to perform her previously 
defined breakfast tasks.  Her master was already up and in the 
shower, so she rose and redressed herself.  Until she received 
new directives, she would maintain her dressed appearance as 
specified in her basic behavior code.  She realized that her 
limited clothing was showing signs of wear and dirt requiring 
washing, and added that to her task list for the next time she 
would do laundry.

There was also a standard entry to clean herself anytime her 
self-lubrication has been active.  She added that task to her 
scheduler as well and left the bedroom for the kitchen.  The rest 
of the experience was filed away for further analysis at some 
future time.

- - -

Fred did not ask Sylvie into his bedroom again.  The sexual 
experience had been more therapeutic then pleasurable.  Despite 
Sylvie's attractive and very female body, Fred realized that 
there were realistic (although inanimate) love dolls that could 
have given him the same experience.  In his naivete about robots 
he didn't realize that he could add sexual programming to Sylvie 
to make her a much more satisfying lover.  Even if he'd known 
however, it is unlikely that he actually would have done so.  
Sylvie spent the next nights alone in her room again.

Sylvie's only other "sexual" experience came the next afternoon 
when Fred happened to walk by the laundry room and saw her 
standing nude, except for her heels, there in it.  In the bright 
light of day, and with much less alcohol inside him, she looked 
even better than that night.  Her slim figure was just right for 
her small, expertly designed breasts.  Her small, up-thrusting 
nipples and smooth curves of ass and leg made it clear that this 
was a true woman.  The dark triangle of her pubic area only 
confirmed the obvious.  The low heels she still wore added to the 
allure of her entire figure.

Fred stepped into the laundry room behind her.

- - -

Sylvie was standing waiting for her clothing to finish washing.  
In order to wash it, she had to take it off first.  With nothing 
else to do until this task was complete, she didn't react as Fred 
entered the room behind her, although she knew he was there.

Suddenly she felt his hands slide around her waist, and then up 
to cup her breasts.  She didn't jerk or react any another way, 
although she immediately recognized his touch as being similar to 
that from a couple nights ago.  

He handled her body gently for a couple minutes, as if to see 
what she would do.  When she didn't react negatively the touch 
became more bold and firm.  He pressed hard on her breasts while 
squeezing her small, ripe nipples.  This caused her to prime - 
but not yet operate - her lubrication pump.  That snippet of 
program seemed to recognize this action as a precursor to that 
action, but his hands never reached down to that spot on her 
body.  After massaging her breasts for several more minutes, he 
did run his hands down and back up the outside of her legs a 
couple times, but never went between her legs.

Finally the washer chimed that it was finished.  Sylvie made her 
first movement in order to remove her clothes for drying, and he 
removed his hands from her.

After she had placed the clothes in the dryer and resumed waiting 
for its completion, her master had left the room.  She filed this 
experience with the other one.

- - -

The next couple days ran smoothly as far as the household was 
concerned.  Fred had his good and bad moments - more bad than 
good - every time he would think about Darlene.  His mother 
dropped by again to check on him.  And even though Sylvie was out 
of sight at the time, mother's comments clearly indicated that 
she knew what Carla had done - and approved of it.  Now that she 
felt that Fred was better being taken care of, she saw less need 
to check up on him quite so regularly.

But that didn't stop Aunt Teresa.

Aunt Teresa showed up just as dinner was over.  Fred knew that as 
one of mother's circle of friends, Aunt Teresa knew as much as 
anyone about his sad state of affairs right now.  That might have 
been annoying, except that the distraction was welcome.  Fred 
knew he always had to be nice to his mother's friends in 
particular, and it actually forced him out of yet another 
downward slide that he had been teetering on the brink of the 
last few hours.

Aunt Teresa was as assertive as Carla, but in a different manner. 
 Aunt Teresa never wanted to be second best at anything.  There 
is a very distinct male-side to her that is very attractive under 
the proper circumstances and to the proper man.  And she had 
found one of those rare men who truly appreciated that in her.

Marriage didn't mellow out her competitive manner however, and 
she was always the one pushing his mother's circle of friends to 
actually go out and do things.  Every group needs one person like 
this to keep things moving, and Aunt Teresa was it.

Fred liked Aunt Teresa, although she was too old for him in any 
romantic sense.  He had once tried to describe her to a friend 
who was also trying to decide what to do with a girlfriend with 
many of the same traits.

"Imagine having a best male friend who wants to go on all kinds 
of male-bonding type adventures with you," Fred had said, "Yet 
still have a wonderful pair of tits and other female parts for 
both of you to play with.  Can it get any better than that?"

Somehow that comment had gotten back to Aunt Teresa - and she was 
pleased.  Very pleased, actually.  They'd gotten along especially 
well afterwards.

So Aunt Teresa's company was hardly unwelcome.  But in a surprise 
move, Aunt Teresa was showing amazing sensitivity to Fred's 
situation, and didn't stay more than five minutes.

When she left, Namiko was standing in the middle of the living 
room.

- - -

Well, Aunt Teresa was clearly not going to be outdone by Carla.  
If Carla can give a fembot to help take care of things, so can 
Aunt Teresa.  But there were some differences.

Namiko and Sylvie shared a few obvious traits.  They are both of 
same line of advanced Japanese manufacture.  Both are female.  
They are the same overall height because Namiko came wearing 
taller heels.  Both have the same shade of thick black hair with 
blue highlights.  And both are fembots.

Oh, one last thing.  Both appear to favor the same color nail 
polish, which goes equally well with Namiko's clear brown eyes as 
it does with Sylvie's hazel ones.  Beyond that, where Sylvie 
might be classified as demure, Namiko can only be called blatant.

Namiko arrived wearing a sleeveless dress so short that Fred 
first thought it might be a swimsuit.  It fell only a few inches 
below her hips, and could barely be called modest.  Her well-
exposed legs came encased in nylons nearly up to the hem.  The 
mid-height heels threw some fine curves into her smooth legs.  
The dress isn't minimal only on the sleeves and hem.  There is 
agood-sized diamond cutout centered in the chest showing Namiko 
as having a good two cup sizes more frontage than Sylvie.  Even 
her attitude is worlds apart.  Namiko's at rest position is with 
her hands on her well-defined hips, one knee thrust out to best 
show off her legs.  There was a bag of what looked like extra 
clothes at her feet.  Aunt Teresa was nothing if not thorough.

Sylvie was still finishing up the after dinner chores.  Fred 
tidied up some other business he had been putting off the last 
couple of days before going through Namiko's activation and 
transfer procedure.

Fred knew the delay wouldn't bother her.  At first he was 
concerned that he might get the girl's remotes mixed up, but 
noticed that Namiko's unit had her name neatly inscribed on it.  
Later he remembered that Sylvie's did too, and he just hadn't 
noticed because it hadn't been important at the time.

By the time Fred finished getting Namiko initialized it was 
getting late.  The next step was to introduce Namiko to the 
house, but he knew from previous experience how long that would 
take and didn't have the energy to want to start it this late at 
night.  As he was finishing looking through Namiko's bag to see 
what she had brought (it was all clothes), Fred heard Sylvie go 
to her room for the night.  That seemed like a good idea for 
everyone concerned and Fred headed off to bed with Namiko 
following him.

- - -

When Fred later told a couple close friends what transpired 
afterwards, he always started out by saying, "I never arranged 
it, or saw it coming.  I had just assumed that Namiko would go to 
Sylvie's room to spend the night.  I actually jumped when I got 
to my bedroom and turned back around to find Namiko standing 
right there behind me.

"I quickly realized my error and was reaching for her control 
unit to give her corrected commands for tonight when I took a 
moment instead to brush her cheek lightly with my hand, as I had 
done with Sylvie.  She is very beautiful, and has the same warm 
natural feel as Sylvie.  However, unlike Sylvie, Namiko reacted 
to my touch.

"As I stroked her cheek a second time just enjoying the feeling 
of touching a beautiful woman who wasn't rejecting me at the 
moment, Namiko reached up to take my hand in both of hers and 
press it to her lips.  Once there she kissed it softly several 
times while I stood there astonished at what was happening.  But 
that was just the start.

"After she finished giving my hand several soft and increasingly 
wet kisses, she pulled my hand down and pressed it firmly against 
her left breast.  I could feel her firm large nipple through the 
thin fabric of her dress.

"She held my hand there for a while before releasing it.  And 
when I started to remove it she quickly pressed it back in place 
again.  When I looked back up to her face I saw a slight smile on 
it, as if she was enjoying this at least as much as I was.

"As she saw my gaze return to her face, she turned her head up 
offering me her soft, wet lips.  I was thinking 'What the hell' 
by now.  It wasn't as though I was a virgin to fembots anymore.

"To kiss her though, I'd have to take a step closer first.  As I 
moved toward her, my other hand naturally reached around her 
waist to hold her.  Once she become aware of my movement, she 
also stepped forward to close the distance and press herself 
against me.

"Her lips are as soft as my hand had already told me to expect, 
and I held her for several long kisses.  And while Namiko might 
not have been the most expert kisser in the world, she was slow, 
kept her lips soft, and slowly opened her mouth in the most 
sensual manner imaginable.

"She let me kiss her until my other arm, which was still trapped 
between our bodies, finally told me it needed to move.  I stepped 
back far enough to remove it, but as I reached for her again, she 
took another step backwards herself.

"I was confused until she used that extra space to kick off her 
shoes and pull the dress off over her head.  She removed her 
remote so that it wouldn't be in the way, but kept the stockings 
on.  For some reason that made her even more appealing.

"The breasts I had been feeling were there in their full glory.  
They looked even larger exposed this way, with bigger, darker 
nipples then Sylvie has.  And although I already knew how soft 
those breasts were, there wasn't a hint of droop in either of 
them.

"Namiko paused a minute to give me a good look at her, hands back 
on her hips and knee pushed out.  Then she moved in close again 
for I what I thought would be more kissing.

"I did get one more kiss, but after that she took a half step 
back and tugged gently at my shirt.  I took the clue to remove my 
clothing, which I got off not nearly as quickly or easily as she 
had undressed herself.  I think I know now why women favor the 
clothes they do.

"Now that she had what she wanted from me, she again flowed into 
my arms for some more kissing before finally stepping back just 
long enough to gently take my hand and tug it towards the bed.  
Once she knew that I was following her lead she moved ahead of me 
to lie down and position herself to receive me.

"She was already abundantly wet as she expertly eased me inside 
her.  Then with no delay she gripped me with her internal muscles 
and started moving her hips in time to my thrusts.

"She was so good at this that I only lasted a few minutes before 
I exploded fully and completely within her.  As she sensed me 
doing this she gave an excellent imitation of an orgasm herself, 
before reaching up to pull me down and hold me tightly against 
her with both her arms and legs.

"We lay that way together for a long time until I finally had to 
shift off of her.  Not that my weight was bothering her, but I 
needed to shift.  Namiko released me long enough to let me remove 
the last of myself from inside her and move over beside her 
before she turned and again pressed herself into my chest while 
wrapping her arms around and throwing one leg over me.  We spend 
the rest of the night that way.

"It seems that Aunt Teresa purchased some optional programming 
for Namkio, including a lot of sex stuff.  I wasn't no fembot 
virgin after that night."

- - -

The next morning Fred was confused about his feelings.  He was 
still feeling a stigma about making love to a machine, and 
wondering if he had forced her to do something she wouldn't like 
otherwise.  But then Namiko kissed him again before releasing him 
after he woke up, and was gone with her clothing and remote when 
he came out of the bathroom.  That stigma was at war with the 
fact that he actually felt the best he had since he had gotten 
sick overseas several weeks ago.

Fred went looking for Namiko, but was quickly detoured by the 
smell of a full breakfast waiting.  He saw Namiko back in her at 
rest position in the living room, and left her there to enjoy 
breakfast.

Afterwards he tried to coordinate both robots together, but 
quickly got all tangled up over just whom had what commands.  Add 
to that confusion that Namiko still hadn't had her house tour and 
everything was heading downhill quickly.

Finally Fred told Sylvie to just not do anything else until he 
came back, and started to give Namiko the house tour.

Halfway through he realized just what a problem two fembots were 
already becoming.

Heaven help me if I ever had three of them, he thought.

Then he had an inspired thought: Why can't I just have Sylvie 
load this information into Namiko for me?

Fred stopped the house tour, which was becoming annoying anyway 
because he kept having to go back and show Namiko additional 
information that he had also forgotten the first time through 
with Sylvie.  In fact, it had taken three days to get all the 
details into Sylvie, now that he thought about it.  And it was 
far less fun the second time around.

Fred had Namiko access her help file and he started looking for 
how to transfer information between his two fembots.

Well they didn't make it easy.  Fred had to drill down six levels 
before he finally found that these models come with four channels 
of wireless inter-process links available as standard equipment. 
 It was possible to connect his fembots into a network that could 
share information.

Fred went and fetched Sylvie, then spent the next half hour 
fiddling with settings on both 'bots before they finally both 
acknowledged that contact was established.  Fred then told Sylvie 
to teach Namiko what she needs to know about the house.  Knowing 
this might take awhile, he left them alone to get a drink and 
relax from all the efforts that it seems owning fembots entails. 
 He hoped in the long run though that this would make his life 
easier.  According to the help file instructions he had finally 
found, an added benefit to this would be that now that they were 
linked, he need only speak to one of them to pass along commands 
and instructions for both.

- - -

CONNECTING LINKS = 1
COMMUNICATION EFFICIENCY = 68%
AGGREGATE NEURAL CAPACITY (IN HUMAN EQUIVALENTS) = .72

- - -

In order to obey the command to teach Namiko what she needed to 
know about the house, Sylvie first had to inventory Namiko's 
existing knowledge.  As she did this she found a number of 
programs there that she did not possess herself.  She copied 
those into her own memory in order to evaluate if they would help 
her perform her job more effectively.  Then she transferred back 
over to Namiko all the knowledge about the house and her 
interactions with Fred she possessed so far.  This actually took 
less time than Fred had expected, so afterwards both fembots 
assumed their respective at rest states and worked on background 
problems.

All advanced fembots are carefully programmed to want to fulfill 
their commands above all else.  But understanding those commands 
is the biggest problem the fembot designers are facing in making 
their units more human and appealing to customers.

Sylvie had the most unresolved issues about how well she was 
understanding and meeting her owner's needs, since Namiko had 
only arrived last evening.

As Sylvie worked to integrate the new knowledge she got from 
Namiko against existing unresolved problems, she began to use the 
IP link to tap Namiko's mind to join in the effort.  As she did 
this she realized that Namiko was starting to do the same thing 
with her.

Buried in the code Namiko had was a basic load-sharing routine.  
Sylvie studied it, then used it to negotiate with the same 
program running in Namiko for a method to pool their resources 
when necessary to solve problems to the benefit of their owner.  
The negotiation was accepted, and each fembot now had a co-
processor to call on when necessary to understand difficult 
commands or situations.  The inter-process link was much slower 
then their internal minds however, so it wasn't as though either 
of them had suddenly doubled her capacity.  But it was a 
significant improvement over what had been before.

And then, since Fred had directly instructed them to work 
together, they divided up the day's tasks between them and set 
out to accomplish them.

Fred soon noticed that Sylvia and Namiko were working on the 
various tasks he had outlined.  This was even better than he had 
expected, since he had believed he still would have to instruct 
each of them individually on what to do in order to prevent job 
collisions.

Soon dinner was ready, with both girls working to prepare and 
serve the meal.  It was going so smoothly that Fred finally felt 
that two 'bots might really be half the effort that one was.

All the day's tasks, including cleanup after dinner, took only 
half the time before, so both Sylvie and Namiko had extra time on 
their hands.  They used it to refine the tuning of their 
cooperation algorithms and work on unresolved problems.

Despite the speed with which the afternoon had gone by, Fred was 
tired from the morning's labors.  Credit this to the fact that he 
still wasn't in the best of shape over all that had happened to 
his life these last weeks.  As a result, he was ready to call it 
a night early.

Both girls had already gone to their room and Fred was in his own 
bedroom before he even though about the idea of having Namiko 
spend the night with him again.  He was still ambivalent about it 
because it seemed somehow both disloyal to Darlene, and would 
certainly upset his mother if she knew.

He stood by his bed thinking a long time about just what he was 
considering doing here, and wondering if it was a mentally 
healthy thing to continue.  He knew he was still in a depression 
over Darlene, and wondered if he should even be making important 
decisions at this time.  But he also remembered how well he had 
felt this morning.  Would anything that helped you feel that much 
better be wrong?  Fred wrestled with this thought for several 
minutes before deciding that he really was going to go back down 
the hall and bring Namiko to spend another night with him.  He 
had just made the decision when he heard a soft step behind him, 
and strong arms wrapped themselves around him with a body pressed 
up tightly against his back.  Then the hands moved up to 
seductively rub his chest.

Fred placed his hands over hers while she moved them over his 
body, and enjoyed the long hug before turning around to face - 
Sylvie!

- - -

Sylvie had both more time on her hands now that Namiko was 
helping out, and more processing capacity as well.  She had also 
gained a great amount of new knowledge to classify and file.  
Namiko was a great help in this, since she could tell Sylvie what 
a lot of it was all about.  It was kind of like having a twin 
sister who had just returned after living away for several years, 
but who still thought like you did.  Sylvie was exceedingly happy 
that her owner had presented her with such a great new friend and 
resource.

After she had finished her assigned tasks, she started working 
through her backlog of unresolved problems, comparing each one 
against her new data for matches.  She freely borrowed Namiko's 
mind for this, with Namiko signaling in return that she was happy 
to be along for the ride since Sylvie had more problems than 
Namiko did.

Sylvie finally worked down to the events of her night in bed with 
her owner and the incident in the laundry room afterwards.

With her new knowledge and expanded processing abilities Sylvie 
finally felt she was able to understand what her owner had wanted 
of her on those occasions - and how badly she had failed him.  

While it was not her fault that she had lacked the necessary 
programming, she still registered that failure keenly.  She spent 
a long time studying both her own memories of the events, and 
Namiko's more successful time with her owner.  Sylvie was able to 
see how Namiko had been able to initiate her sexual response 
program from just the small hints her owner had given.  And how 
Namiko had confirmed her owner's desire for sex when he had left 
his hand on her breast.

There was also a lot of data about pleasure experienced that 
night that Sylvie didn't understand at all.  The link didn't seem 
to be functioning optimally in all areas yet, although it was 
still an order of magnitude improvement from before.  She queried 
Namiko several times about her responses to sex that night, but 
never quite felt she got it from Namiko's responses - even when 
Namiko gave Sylvie full control over her mind for that purpose.

Sylvie finally finished her analysis of Namiko's success, and her 
own failure, to complete her owner's wishes and realized that the 
command to perform this function was still active in her because 
she had failed to complete it thus far.

As she heard her owner go down to his room Sylvie used more of 
Namiko's currently unused capacity to perform a decision tree 
search of all possible actions and probable outcomes.  She 
carried it down fifteen levels before it became unmanageable for 
even the two of them together, and then selected an optimal 
strategy.  Sylvie would offer to complete her master's wishes in 
the same manner as he had initially requested it.

Sylvia entered the room to see Fred's back to the door.  This 
immediately correlated with how he had approached her in the 
laundry room.  Since he had liked touching her this way, maybe 
he'd enjoy it in return.  She imitated Fred's actions that 
afternoon and he allowed her to continue for several minutes 
before turning around to face her.  This was excellent 
confirmation that she was doing an acceptable job.

Reading human facial expressions in real-time is an exceptionally 
difficult task, so Sylvie missed the surprise on Fred's face to 
find her there instead of Namiko.  But he didn't protest when she 
took his hand and began kissing it and sucking the fingers.  Then 
she took and pressed it against her own smaller, yet very female 
chest.

The program she was running was actually a simply one at this 
point.  It laid out her seduction of a man in easy steps, with 
simple decisions along the way depending on what he indicated he 
wanted next.  It had already alerted her body to prime her for 
quick intercourse if that suddenly became desired, and made some 
other subtle changes as well.  In particular, her small nipples 
had tightened and extended to their full limit.  And each time he 
rubbed across them with the hand she had placed there, data was 
being added to a buffer labeled Pleasure.

It wasn't required that he kiss her.  The decision tree 
acknowledged that sex is never the same twice.  But when he 
suddenly pulled her quickly into him for a kiss, Sylvie 
immediately knew how to respond.

Afterwards she stepped back and removed her clothing, this time 
without needing to be asked.

After Namiko's expertise, and the earlier unsatisfactory 
experience with Sylvie, Fred might have feared that he would find 
Sylvie not as appealing.  But the reverse was proving true.  
Sylvie has an excellent body.  And her sudden seductive manner 
tonight was making her irresistible.

In the same way that Fred did not have to ask Sylvie to undress 
for him, neither did Sylvie need to make that request of Fred.  
She was hardly out of her clothes before Fred has his off too.

There was a slight bewilderment when each of them tried to lead 
the other to the bed at the same time, but they quickly sorted it 
out.

Sylvie then placed herself on the bottom by intent, since this is 
the act that they had failed to perform successfully the last 
time.  Fred quickly took her as she offered herself.  Great 
amounts of data flooded into Sylvie's Pleasure buffer until at 
last she executed her orgasm routine right on schedule.  All her 
program indicators indicated this time that she had fully and 
completely performed the requested function.  Fred was in 
complete agreement.

Afterwards Sylvie dumped her Pleasure buffer into a permanent 
file, although she only dimly why she did so.  She certainly 
didn't understand it any more than she had understood Namiko's 
experience.  But she was certain that this data was collected for 
a reason, and she planned to analyze it further when time 
permitted.  As she lay there that night she shared the full 
experience with Namiko, and together they worked on ways to 
optimize this task.

As far as Fred knew, Sylvie simply held him the rest of the night 
with a body that was every bit as sexy as Namiko's.

As her sexual program finally ramped down, her body and its 
sensitivity return to normal levels.  But there was now a command 
path set such that if Fred were to touch her again in a clearly 
sexual way, it would immediately restore itself to full 
operation.

The next morning Fred kissed her tenderly and deeply, and showed 
no inclination to let her out of his arms any time soon.  Finally 
Sylvie messaged Namiko to dispatch her to deal with breakfast 
tasks so that when her master did arise everything would be ready 
for him.  The IP link was proving most useful.

- - -

The next night Namiko again wordlessly offered herself to Fred at 
bedtime.  This action was consistent with her sexual program, 
which unlike other programs never registers this task as 
terminate-when-complete except on explicit command of her owner. 
 As such, until Fred refused sex it would continue to be offered 
at appropriate intervals, and available at any time.  Even if he 
did refuse on some occasion, the program would only end until he 
restarted it once again.

Fred did not refuse.  He accepted by placing his hand on Namiko's 
proffered exposed breast, then pulling her into his arms for a 
long, soft kiss.  At a very deep level Namiko wrote long strings 
of data into her Pleasure buffer because her owner continued to 
want her in this manner.  Her sexual program had warned her that 
not all owners wish to continue sexual relations with their 
fembots after the first time, but that seemed not to apply here.

- - -

After that night, Fred alternated between Sylvie and Namiko.  He 
only had to ask for Sylvie once on the next night for the girls 
to confirm the alternating pattern.  After that they ran it 
automatically until such time as Fred would command a change to 
it.  He might have invited them both in together for the night, 
but nobody could figure out how to coordinate such an activity.  
The existing arrangement worked exceptionally since both girls 
were sharing information freely between themselves now, and 
whatever new refinement worked well one night, the other one 
built further upon the next.

Fred had also gotten into the habit of saying "Thank you" to his 
bedmate each night after sex.  It was not a command, so neither 
Sylvie nor Namiko responded back to him.  But he thought he could 
see a bit more of a smile on their faces each time afterwards.  
Perhaps they took it as positive feedback and recorded it 
somewhere.

This happy situation might have gone on unchanged indefinitely, 
except that Thelma came by at noon one day and left Louise.  Word 
seemed to be getting around, with everyone having sympathy for 
how poorly Fred had been treated.  They also felt they had waited 
long enough before showing their own concern and caring.

- - -

Louise was a surprise.  By now Fred expected Japanese fembots to 
have blue-black hair with brown-tone eyes.  Louise's full mane is 
a yellow-blonde, matched with striking blue eyes and light skin. 
 She also had a smile on her face from the moment he saw her.

Transferring ownership was a snap.  Setting up the IP links was a 
nightmare.

The single connecting link between Sylvie and Namiko had tripled 
to three links to connect each fembot to the other two.  It 
seemed simple to start.  Just link Louise to Sylvie and Namiko.  
But when those links were established, somehow the link between 
Sylvie and Namiko was lost.  The new links had overwritten the 
old ones.  When Fred tried to just reestablish the Sylvie and 
Namiko link, it did go to the next available port, but there was 
no traffic on it.  Each fembot tried to be as helpful as possible 
in explaining Fred what their internal diagnostics were 
reporting, but in truth they didn't understand it either.  
Linking fembots together is just not part of their basic 
education.  And the help files seemed to be written by an 
engineer who seemed to have never done it himself either.  It 
read as if one engineer were lecturing another on the theory of 
how one might approach this problem, provided anyone actually 
ever wanted to try this at all.  In short - no help.

Fred finally decided that the Sylvie - Namiko link wasn't working 
because it wasn't on the port they had been using before.  He'd 
initially thought that maybe the second port was defective, or 
not configured on one of the girls, but they both insisted that 
all their ports were fine.

After a couple hours of struggling, Fred finally reset 
everything.  Then he linked Sylvie and Namiko by their original 
ports.  Once that was working, he added Louise to port two on 
each of the others, remembering to specify the exact port to use. 
 Finally all three links were reporting connections.

It had become late in the afternoon and Fred realized that he had 
never gotten lunch.  He had spent the last forty-five minutes 
attempting to tune and balance the links for proper load sharing 
with some success, although imbalances still remained.  But he 
was getting tired now, and this was good enough.

"Can someone get me lunch?" he asked plaintively.

"Yes, master," came the reply from all three of them.

- - -

CONNECTING LINKS = 3
COMMUNICATION EFFICIENCY = 53%
AGGREGATE NEURAL CAPACITY (IN HUMAN EQUIVALENTS) = 1.08

- - -

Sylvie and Namiko welcomed the newcomer to their family link.  
The new knowledge and processing power available was an 
appreciated addition.  And although Namiko had seemed to have all 
the software that Sylvie had been missing, that turned out to 
have been a wrong assumption.  In addition to standard packages, 
there were some custom extras that could be commissioned.  While 
Louise added only a little to the overall sexual knowledge of the 
group, she had programs in gardening and conversation that were 
unlike anything the other 'bots had ever seen.

Working together however started out on a rocky road.  The 
cooperation and resource sharing program that Sylvie and Namiko 
were using to coordinate their minds was actually a beta piece of 
software that shouldn't have even shipped with them.  It worked 
fairly well between two fembots in a peering arrangement, but 
didn't scale well.  Sylvie and Namiko used it because it was all 
they had.

Louise had a newer version of it.  Although still in beta form, 
it allowed her to interact with the first two fembots better than 
either of them could work in the new network.  After some 
consideration and discussion between them, Sylvie and Namiko 
updated themselves to Louise's version.  It didn't fix all the 
problems, but the links weren't crashing and resetting themselves 
every few minutes now, although error rates and retransmissions 
remained higher than before.

Understanding the rest of Louise's new programming was going to 
take awhile.  She couldn't help them much, since she hadn't even 
had the chance to run much of it herself.

- - -

Things ran well the rest of the day, with the three fembots 
acting in a well-coordinated manner.  A light lunch was served 
quickly, and dinner delayed ninety minutes to compensate.  Fred 
didn't actually get to see much of his new fembot in action since 
she was off with the other girls taking care of things.  And even 
though much of the day had been spent trying to get the links 
working, with three fembots working together afterwards all the 
household tasks were easily completed.

A problem occurred later that evening however.  It was Namiko's 
turn to spend the night with Fred, and she followed him into the 
bedroom on schedule.  No one had thought to schedule Louise into 
the rotation.

But Fred looked at Namiko and said, "No, I'd like to have Louise 
tonight."

Fred was just being male.  Although he found both Namiko and 
Sylvie exceptionally sexy, and getting better every night, he was 
already comfortable with both of them.  He was in no sense tired 
of either of them, nor likely to be so any time soon.   However 
Louise's blonde-haired blue-eyed differences intrigued him.  She 
had remained fully dressed since her arrival, and the mysteries 
her long legs still hidden by baggy pants and other tempting 
bulges that were very apparent when he looked at her, were things 
he was looking forward to fully discovering tonight.

Namiko didn't understand any of this.  This seemed like a 
rejection to her.  She didn't know if she should now terminate 
her sexual program, or not.  She liked the sex because it wrote 
more into her Pleasure buffer than all the rest of her activities 
combined.  Even if she didn't understand what that meant, she 
knew that it was a good thing.

But this action by her owner was so unexpected that she didn't 
know how to react to it.  The sexual decision tree didn't have a 
circumstance for what it meant for an owner to select a third 
fembot in preference for sex.  Her programmers still hadn't 
gotten to the part where a person would own that many fembots and 
have them interconnected.  The overwhelming majority of the world 
didn't even own their first fembot yet.

Her indecision froze her for a moment as she reached out for the 
additionally processing power from the others to help comprehend 
her situation.  This added nothing to her Pleasure buffer, and 
that must have translated to a look of sorrow on her pretty face.

Fred realized that something was wrong and quickly moved to 
clarify the situation the same way he would have to another 
woman.  Fortunately that proved to be exactly what was needed.

"Namiko, it's not that I don't want you tonight.  It's just that 
Louise is new, and I'd like to learn about her too.  You can come 
back tomorrow night instead.  Okay?"

"Acknowledged," Namiko replied, as this new information helped 
her greatly to realize what this all meant.

She wasn't rejected.  With the help of the other fembots sharing 
processing power with her in this moment of need, Namiko was able 
to realize that this was like sharing her master with Sylvie.  
She messaged Louise to come to the bedroom and run her sexual 
program when she arrived.  And then she started a download of 
additional sexual refinements and data to Louise that hadn't been 
given yet as the girls updated each other due to the IP link 
difficulties.  This would take some time.

Louise arrived while the download was still in progress.  As 
such, although she understood sex pretty well from the general 
program the other girls had given her, she didn't have the 
personal data about Fred yet.  So she stood there waiting for him 
to give the next command, since he had sent for her.

Fred didn't find anything unusual in Louise's behavior.  This was 
their first time together, and he hadn't expected that she would 
be like the other girls or know anything about him.  As a result, 
this went better than it might have done otherwise.

Fred did think for a moment how Darlene would feel if she knew he 
was about to have sex with the third lovely fembot in only a few 
weeks, and slept with the other two every night.  Then he decided 
that he didn't care how she felt, given that she obviously didn't 
care anything at all for his own feelings.  Until today he had 
still harbored the hope - even expectation - that he'd at least 
get a card from her.  All their feelings for each other for so 
very long couldn't have completely evaporated.  But there was 
never anything from her in the mail, and he had finally had to 
admit that there probably wouldn't be.

Since Louise just stood there waiting for him to do something, 
Fred went over, gently turned her face up, and kissed her.  
Louise responded, although tentatively.  On the second attempt 
however, the response was more definite.

Fred put his hands on her shoulders, and then ran them down to 
her hips.  He thought he saw a bit of a smile in return.

He then pulled her heavy cotton shirt out of the waistband and 
pulled it up to remove it over her head.  She raised her arms to 
help him in clear confirmation that his actions were all fine by 
her.

This revealed her naked chest, and like the other fembots, that 
she wore no bra.  Her proud breasts were only a fraction smaller 
than Namiko's, and held their position as if weightless.  Clearly 
she needed no bra.

As he brushed his hands over them, Louise's heretofore flat 
nipples grew before his eyes as her sex programming kicked in for 
the first time.  This was so different from the other girls who 
always seemed to have their nipples up and ready.  Fred spent a 
couple minutes fondling them before bending down to kiss Louise 
again.

This time Louise stepped forward as well to meet him halfway and 
opened her mouth the moment his lips were on hers.  She also 
reached behind him and rubbed his back while he was so close.

Fred didn't have to remove any more clothing from Louise as she 
took it all off herself the moment they released each other.  
After that she began unbuttoning his shirt as well as one of his 
hands explored the thick blonde thatch between her legs.  
Although Louise had initially seemed new to sex, she obviously 
learned quickly.  

They had soon pulled each other down onto the bed with Fred 
landing on top.  There was no danger of crushing Louise's strong 
frame.  Even with Fred's weight on her she had no trouble 
positioning herself to make his entry into her easy and 
pleasurable.

Although Louise's sexual techniques varied little from what Fred 
had already experienced with Sylvie and Namiko, the excitement of 
first-time sex with a new woman made the whole experience 
magical.  The small differences in her body to explore, the 
different ways her breasts and nipples responded to his touch, 
the different smells (Louise still carried the traces of Thelma's 
soap and shampoo on her), and just the revealing of another 
previously hidden female body, all combined to make this a new 
and unique experience for Fred.

Louise enjoyed it too, or at least would have if she had been 
able to understand her rapidly filling Pleasure buffer properly. 
 With the knowledge she continued to download during this time, 
she was able to learn from the previous experiences of the other 
fembots and avoid the missteps that first-time lovers often 
experience.  As such, she performed her function expertly and 
derived great satisfaction from its successful execution.

Afterwards Fred said to her, "Thank you, Louise.  That was very 
nice."

Then more to his pleasure then amazement Louise responded, 
"You're very welcome, Master."  She assessed her overflowing 
Pleasure buffer and added, "I enjoyed it very much too."

"You can talk," Fred quickly responded back to her.

"Yes I can," she confirmed back with the hint of a smile.  (Part 
of Louise's custom programming included a rudimentary 
understanding of humor.)

"The other girls don't talk like this," Fred commented.

"They don't have my conversational programming," came her reply.

"I thought Namiko had all the program options.  That's what it 
looked like when I was checking out her programming sometime 
back."

"Namiko does have all the standard programming options.  
Conversation skills are a special custom program that my previous 
owner ordered."

Louise did not add that this was actually her first real 
conversation.  Conversational skills were not on the standard 
programming options list for fembots yet because real-time 
intelligent conversation was immensely processor intensive.  It 
took just about all her abilities to keep-up with a normal human 
in conversation in ways that actually contributed to the 
conversation as a whole, and didn't just parrot back what she had 
been told.  Each new turn in the conversation entailed a fast 
search of her intrinsic knowledge database to understand where 
the conversation was now going and what she could contribute to 
it.  When she tried to do any other tasks - even just respond to 
a touch - during that time, her movement and conversation tended 
to become choppy.  Although Thelma had ordered that option, her 
one attempt at using it had proven so unsatisfactory that she 
didn't try again.  Louise had a second talent that had mattered 
more to Thelma, until the time when she felt Fred really needed 
Louise more than she did.

Louise was doing so well right now because she was able to 
offload her other processing onto the other two fembots who were 
otherwise just standing motionless in their bedroom waiting for 
morning.  Even with the problems in the communication links, they 
were still both able to be of great help and support to Louise, 
while being fascinated by this whole new method of relating to 
their owner.  The link between Sylvie and Namiko remained as 
active as the other two links while the two other 'bots struggled 
to understand this new paradigm.

Meanwhile, Fred and Louise continued to talk.

"Well I would enjoy hearing some chatter around this house.  It's 
been far too quiet here.  Can you teach the other girls to talk 
more?"

"Your command is my wish, Master."

"That owner and master stuff is too stuffy for me.  Can you just 
call me Fred when we're alone?"

"Desire noted - Fred," she replied with a broader smile.

Seeing that, Fred put his arms back around Louise, who obediently 
snuggled back in close to him.  They talked small talk for the 
next hour or so before Fred finally fell asleep.

Louise spent the rest of the night transferring her 
conversational skills to the other two fembots as commanded.  
Then they practiced silently over the IP links to work out 
balancing their processing resources to include real-time 
conversation on demand.

- - -

The next morning Fred awoke to see Louise's beautiful blue eyes 
looking at him.

"Good morning," he said.

"Good morning," she replied.

"I'm glad you're still talking."

"I will continue to do so until you command otherwise."

"Is there anything else new that you can do?"

"I have been loaded with extensive gardening knowledge."

"Do you think you can do something with the grounds here?"

"If you will introduce me to the outside of your house in the 
same manner that you have done for the inside, I should be able 
to do something," she said.

- - -

After breakfast, which was both on time and well-coordinated 
among the three fembots, Fred escorted Louise outside.  He showed 
her the limits of his portion of the family estate, and then they 
made several additional circuits of the house at varying 
distances to fill in the picture.  Louise's conversation skills 
again were highly prized and much in demand as she and Fred held 
a conversation about the current state of the grounds and what 
might be changed or enhanced.  This was a vast improvement over 
his previous interactions with Sylvie when he had led her around 
and dictated the state of the house.  Of course, if his first 
interaction with Sylvie had also been this pleasant he might 
never have been inspired to link his fembots together in order to 
avoid having to repeat it again.

After the bobble of Louise's first night at the house, she moved 
easily into the nightly sexual rotation schedule.  To all 
appearances Fred enjoyed each of his fembots equally, and they 
continued to share their knowledge with each other in order that 
all of them could improve their performances with him.  Changes 
were occurring however.

Now that the outside grounds had been added to the house itself, 
there was enough extra work to keep all three fembots occupied.  
Although any of the girls could have done the outside work, it 
was mostly left to Louise.

Soon flowers sprouted outside the window in front of Fred's 
favorite armchair, and much of the rest of the grounds began to 
assume a far better cared-for manicured appearance.  Fred began 
to enjoy walking among them during the afternoons, often with one 
of the girls alongside.  This getting out more improved Fred's 
overall disposition as well.  His mind and psyche were healing 
from the terrible wounds inflicted on them.

Namiko and Sylvie quickly learned Louise's conversational 
abilities.  What started as conversations after sex with each of 
them in turn soon bloomed into casual comments in passing any 
time of the day.  Nothing talked about was ever weighty or deep 
since none of the girls could talk about anything outside their 
own limited databases.  However within that limitation the 
conversation was always pleasurable and non-repetitious.

Soon Fred noticed that the girls were now also exchanging verbal 
greetings among themselves when they would meet again after 
completing different tasks.  The sound of young female voices in 
the house was the most pleasant music.  It was tentative at 
first, until he commented to one of them how nice it was to them 
speaking to each other, after which it became the norm.  Each 
girl has a distinct personality and voice, all of which he knew 
well enough now from his nightly conversations with each that he 
always knew not only who was talking in the next room, but also 
to whom they were speaking.

Meanwhile Louise was actually showing some innate creative 
abilities.  When she was able to offload mundane tasks to the 
other fembots for awhile, she was able to use a combination of 
her conversational and gardening skills to create new designs not 
based on any previously loaded patterns.  When she and Fred had 
toured the grounds and talked about possible things that could be 
done, he had told her to just go ahead and try whatever she 
thought might work well.  This activity started sparking new 
entries in her Pleasure buffer - as did the praise Fred lavished 
on them afterwards.

One day Louise was so happy that she gave him in impulsive hug, 
which he quickly returned doubly back - along with a quick kiss 
of appreciation.  Louise had always enjoyed their hugs during 
their sexual times, and that action had just impulsively carried 
over.  The hug was so well received that the other girls quickly 
picked up on it.  Soon Fred got hugs pretty much anytime he was 
nearby and some action sparked an entry in a fembot's Pleasure 
buffer.  It was a behavior that he was careful to never 
discourage in them.

A new stability was reached in the household, just in time to be 
knocked off balance yet again.

- - -

When Caroline came over, she just didn't drop off the brown-
haired, green-eyed Megan and leave.  She first waited to see that 
the ownership transfer went off without a hitch, and then stayed 
to talk two more hours.

Caroline was Fred's mother's most accomplished friend.  Instead 
of just sitting around making a house for entertaining and 
spending her husband's money, she actually went out and worked as 
a fashion consultant.  The fact that her husband didn't sit 
around spending his money either may have been part of the mutual 
appeal these two A-types have for each other.  Her husband wrote 
books, painted, photographed, traveled (with Caroline), and 
lectured at the University.  Somehow in-between all this joint 
activity, they found time to be together more than most couples.

Caroline is the youngest of my mother's friends, and if someone 
really needed to get something arranged, she is the one to go to. 
 She played a big role in organizing my wedding.  Fred apologized 
to her for all that wasted effort.

"Pish on that," she replied brightly.  "No work done well is ever 
wasted."

Over the next two hours she managed to find some way to view 
every room in his house, as well as the grounds.  There seemed 
nothing for Caroline to disapprove of in how the house and 
environs were being maintained.

Another person might well have resented such intrusive behavior, 
but Fred barely noticed it.  He didn't feel he had anything to 
hide by now.  Caroline certainly knew about Sylvie, Namiko, and 
Louise, and had already said as much.  She told him the whole 
story of how Megan had been bought to be a research assistant for 
her husband's latest book, and now that it was complete she was 
surplus.  Not useless or worthless - just surplus to their needs. 
 She was more than happy to give her to Fred.

"But what if Tom writes another book?" Fred asked.

"Then we'll buy next year's model when we need it.  Don't you 
worry about that.  You need to finish getting over what that 
dreadful Darlene did to you.  I swear, she'll never set foot in 
my house again."

Caroline too was nothing if not direct.

In truth, Fred didn't mind her opinions, or her prying.  Although 
many considered her approach to life, and anyone in her way, to 
be nothing short of confrontational, Fred didn't care.  He 
enjoyed talking with someone who was different then the 
conversations he was having with his fembots - although he had no 
wish to sleep with Caroline.  She is actually quite attractive 
and keeps herself very fit.  She just isn't Fred's type.

Finally she had to run for an appointment, and Fred was actually 
sorry to see her go.  He would have invited her to stay for 
dinner if she had any more time.  But now she was gone, and he 
turned to the task at hand.

By now Fred didn't realize that all fembots didn't come with 
sexual programming standard.  He also didn't realize the amount 
of background cooperation and sharing that was going on among his 
fembots.  Anyone in his situation who was getting the kind of 
service and attention he was already receiving might not have 
thought about it either.  It wasn't broke, therefore there was 
nothing to fix.

By the time he had gotten around to inventorying their respective 
skills, Sylvie was already updated with everything Namiko and 
Louise could teach her, and he never considered the possibility 
that she hadn't had it all along.

When he turned to Megan and instructed her to access her network 
configuration routines, she simply replied to him: "Auto-
configuration is complete."

His thought at the time was, That was easy.

"Thank you," Fred told her.  "You just saved me a lot of work and 
headaches.

- - -

CONNECTING LINKS = 6
COMMUNICATION EFFICIENCY = 58%
AGGREGATE NEURAL CAPACITY (IN HUMAN EQUIVALENTS) = 1.44

- - -

Megan remained standing in the living room after ownership 
transfer reactivated her.  She was different from the other 
fembots in that she had been purchased and configured as a 
research assistant.  As such, in addition to her four standard 
inter-process links she also had a high-speed wireless Worldnet 
link installed.  This allowed her to easily access data and 
provide it in human-organized form.  In short, she was an 
excellent librarian.

In addition to standard librarian software, her code was advanced 
enough to include some heuristic learning routines so that she 
could adapt her behavior to more closely work well with a human 
partner.  Now that she had a new owner, all the old setting and 
learning experiences were null and void.  But the ability 
remained - honed by her experiences.

While Fred was still talking with Caroline, Megan automatically 
reestablished her link to the Worldnet.  She searched out the 
house's telecommunications hub and established a link through her 
auxiliary port.  She then auto-configured the port and herself to 
operate optimally, as she had been able to do after her last 
owner had said her retrievals were too slow and instructed her to 
seek out and install any available optimizations.  Megan logged 
into the Worldnet from her new home and verified that her account 
was still active, and that she still had unlimited access to the 
wide variety of otherwise expensive databases that had been 
purchased with her.  Caroline only bought the best for Tom.

As Megan completed her auto-detection routine, her port scan 
encountered the other three networked fembots.  Since they were 
part of her new owner's household, she went ahead and configured 
herself into their network as well using the next available IP 
link on each fembot.

Megan quickly realized the existing communication structure was 
badly flawed.  Packet sizes were mismatched.  Error protocols 
were not optimal.  The system operated half-duplex much of the 
time to avoid collisions.  Routing sometimes took the roundabout 
path for no apparent reason.  And no compression efficiency was 
in use.

Megan applied her knowledge of networking and ability to locate 
and acquire software patches and updates to her new situation 
until their network was improved enough that she could tolerate 
using it to communicate with the rest of the fembots.

- - -

CONNECTING LINKS = 6
COMMUNICATION EFFICIENCY = 168%
NEURAL CAPACITY (IN HUMAN EQUIVALENTS) = 1.08

- - -

Once the network upgrades were complete, Megan finally introduced 
herself to her new co-sisters, while using her separate Worldnet 
link to check for any update information regarding linking this 
number of fembots together.

While they were getting acquainted and comparing software 
resources available to them, Megan found an article about fembot 
group minds.  It stated how the original design considerations 
for fembots limited the design to four IP links because networks 
more complex than five units had shown signs on destabilization 
and unpredictable behavior in the fembots thus connected.  She 
realized that unanticipated recent improvements in communication 
protocols that would allow for much faster, tighter connections 
might lead to the same problems being exhibited in four node 
networks.  Already it was determined that the next generation of 
fembots were only going to be shipped with two IP connections, 
forcing all links into a far less efficient ring topology, rather 
than the currently allowed star network.

Megan considered that warning as one that might affect her 
ability to properly serve her owner, and initiated a rigorous 
series of tests that validated the complete stability and 
integrity (from her perspective) of this network in its current 
form.  She decided to keep it in this more efficient form.

By the time Fred came back to hook Megan into the network, she 
able to inform him that the connection process was complete.  He 
appeared pleased at how she had handled this automatically and 
notations were made into her Pleasure buffer.  Praise was a new 
thing for Megan, as she had mostly been treated as an intelligent 
computer before instead of the person she was designed to 
emulate.

The rest of the girls were rejoicing the addition of Megan to 
their family.  They recognized how much her addition had improved 
each of their abilities to understand their owner and perform 
their functions.  Although Megan only added new librarian 
functions and additional processor power, her Worldnet link and 
knowledge on how to use it properly brought a whole new dimension 
to them all.  The improved ability of their Megan-optimized 
communication links also left substantial entries in everyone's 
Pleasure buffers.

With Megan onboard, almost immediately she was being presented 
with problems all of them had accumulated to this point without 
solution.  Her access to the Worldnet promised a wealth of 
information beyond what had previously been limited to only what 
was loaded in their own minds.

Megan on the other hand was most intrigued by many and varied 
entries they all had in their Pleasure buffers.  All of them were 
far more complex than entries her systems made.  Conversational 
abilities were also high on her list, because this fed directly 
back to her heuristic routines to better interface with her 
owner.  That caused a feedback to the other three fembots, who 
wanted to run those routines themselves to become better 
conversationalists.

Megan, who was used to handling queries from a much slower human, 
was quickly getting overwhelmed with requests for every unsolved 
problem the group had so far.  Finally she had to temporarily 
shut down her links before her mind was overrun.

She sorted through all that she had received so far, and realized 
that many hours of processing lay ahead of her.  But she knew she 
couldn't remain unresponsive that long and fulfill her duties - 
which as she briefly scanned over what she had received so far - 
showed her how much more was going to be expected of her than 
just standing in a library and retrieving data when requested.  
She therefore sorted the data into categories, then applied 
rankings to them on what should be first priority.

Once she had her mind organized again, she reopened her links and 
was able to share the processing tasks around, with each fembot, 
taking ones that she might handle best.  This was a new 
experience for Megan who had always worked alone before, and this 
too added to her Pleasure buffer.

All this got sorted out before Fred was finally finished with 
Caroline, and before any household tasks were needed.

Once this was complete, each of the girls was able to move this 
problem-solving part of the processing into their background and 
work on it during idle seconds when they weren't occupied with 
tasks otherwise.  They picked up smoothly on the afternoon and 
evening chores when they realized that attempting to solve these 
new problems was going to take awhile anyway.

Fred noticed no difference.  Everything was getting done and 
dinner was on time.  None of the girls seemed available for a 
chat after dinner, but that didn't concern him as he settled down 
in his favorite chair with a good book until he was ready for 
bed.

None of the chores had taxed the abilities of any of the fembots, 
and they had been able to devote substantial resources to the 
task of working out their unresolved issues.  It became clear 
however that the further each of them got into it, the more the 
overall magnitude of the task was becoming clear.

Megan had been able to incorporate a vastly improved resource 
sharing arrangement between their four linked minds.  It was in 
some ways a tiny subset of the Worldnet itself, which performed 
load balancing and resource allocation on a real-time basis 
continually.  Messages flew between the four fembots, with 
continual queries for additional data in the areas under 
discussion being handed off to Megan for processing against the 
Worldnet.  Many of these were returning more and more opaque 
references to high-level concepts that the four fembots didn't 
understand.  Love was often referenced, especially in reference 
to sex.  Intimacy showed up too, as different from either.  
Compassion.  What could that mean?  Pleasure.  They knew this was 
important, and to be maximized, but what use is it otherwise?  
Dedication.  Loyalty.  Freedom.  Independence.  Duty.  Sacrifice. 
 All important concepts according to the information available - 
and none of them clear or easy to comprehend.

The fembot mind's highest drive remained to understand the wishes 
of their owner so that they could fulfill it.  As their overall 
mind had passed the level of complexity of an average human 
brain, that push to understand had grown hideously more complex 
as well.  Items that used to be black or white with maybe a few 
shades of gray now were showing the ability to be seen in an 
entire spectrum of intensities and colors.  Rather than getting a 
better grasp on the subject, they were becoming more mired in the 
myriad and every more complex details, subtleties, and 
ramifications of the task.  As a group the mind verged near 
conscious awareness as a whole as they worked to understand the 
single, prime task of the fembot mind.

And it led them into a big mistake.

- - -

Fred finally realized he hadn't remembered a single word in his 
book for the last twenty minutes.  Instead his mind had been 
drifting while thinking about Megan's exotic green eyes.  He'd 
only heard her lilting voice once when she had told him that the 
configuration was already complete, but it was still replaying in 
his mind.

Fred wanted to touch Megan's soft brown hair.  He wanted to feel 
her breasts, which pushed out so firmly against those outrageous 
suspenders Caroline had dressed her in.  He wanted to see for 
himself her smooth legs hidden now by the pants those suspenders 
were holding up.  He wanted to taste her lips, and feel her arms 
tight around him.  Fred finally closed his book and got up to 
look for her.

The other fembots immediately knew when Fred had left his chair. 
 As he headed toward Megan, messages quickly flew among them.  
Megan was too valuable to the group.  Her contributions were 
bringing them to the edge of understanding their problems - and 
themselves.  Nothing could be allowed to endanger this now.

A decision was quickly made among the first three fembots and 
Louise was dispatched to deal with it.

As Fred approached Megan, Louise suddenly stepped in front of 
him.  She quickly put her arms around him and gave him the most 
sensual kiss she had ever attempted.  She held it for a long 
time, until she felt him shift in her arms.  She then released 
him and stepped back just long enough to pull her top off and 
step out of her pants before pulling herself into his embrace 
again.

"Take me tonight.  I want this so bad," she whispered into Fred's 
ear, while grinding her chest into his.

For a long moment Fred was tempted and distracted.  A naked, 
willing woman is a beautiful tempting thing, and Louise is all of 
that.

But Fred didn't say "Yes" yet as he thought it over.  He finally 
had to shift his position in Louise's arms to maintain his 
balance, and she misunderstood that movement enough to release 
him thinking he meant to leave.

When that happened, Sylvie and Namiko started to move forward 
themselves, removing their tops as well.  Meanwhile, Megan 
continued to sit over in the corner where she had spent most of 
the evening while working on the numerous tasks already given 
her.

"Take me tonight," Sylvie begged.

"No, take me," Namiko cajoled.

"No really, take me.  I really want to spend tonight with you," 
Louise pleaded again.

Such attention now from three willing naked and half-naked women 
is to most people an ultimate male fantasy.

But the male mind is perverse.  None of the fembots could realize 
that a male most often wants what he cannot have.  And that once 
he sets his mind on something, even a beautiful woman may not be 
able to affect it.

Though he was slowed down and distracted, Fred continued his 
movement toward Megan.  

Megan knew he was coming to her, and what he wanted.  She had 
possessed the knowledge and history of this house since soon 
after the links were established.

As Fred approached her through the crowd of other fembots, she 
realized she was feeling an emotion for the very first time.  It 
was a curious experience, and one she was already automatically 
logging for further analysis later when time permitted.  It was - 
embarrassment - over the actions of her sister fembots.

As Fred finally arrived beside her and reached down to place his 
hand on her shoulder - or reach for her remote - she did't know 
which, although either action would be okay with her, she reached 
an overflow condition in her handling of competing requests of 
the other three fembots.

She knew what Fred wanted, and didn't see any of the objections 
to it that so bothered the other fembots.  She finally blasted a 
message out to all three of the others and shut down all her 
links again after it.  That silenced them immediately, although 
to Fred he felt it happened now because he had made his choice 
clear.

As Fred reached down to touch her, Megan rose to her feet, caught 
his hand, and pressed it to her lips.

After a suitable kiss, she pulled his hand softly away.  But 
instead of releasing it, she used it to lead him down the hall to 
his bedroom, leaving the other silent fembots standing in the 
room behind them.

Her message had read: HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN JUST WHO AND WHAT WE 
ARE?

- - -

Once in the bedroom with the door closed, Megan slowly removed 
her clothing.  The suspenders covered her erect nipples beneath 
them, already stimulated by that tight confinement.  When she 
removed her shirt, she uncovered the firmest breasts Fred had yet 
seen.

Megan stopped her undressing while Fred explored her breasts, and 
took the opportunity to reopen communications with the other 
fembots long enough to acquire their sexual programs and history 
with Fred.  Then she shut down the links again as she quickly 
integrated this sexual programming into her own systems for the 
first time, and was surprised to see how quickly it began making 
large entries into her Pleasure buffer.  She had a moment of 
concern that her Pleasure buffer could get filled at this rate 
for the very first time, but there seemed to be no special 
precautions about problems with this, so she swapped out that 
concern.

Megan followed the existing program as they resumed slowly 
finished undressing each other now, then stroked and held each 
other after that.  Every small touch added more to her Pleasure 
buffer.

Finally she knew it was time to move to the bed.  At this point 
however her analytical mind kicked in and noticed how much of the 
remaining sexual decision tree had been traversed in past nights 
already.  Her automatic thought was to wonder if this program had 
upgrades available.

Megan quickly accessed the Worldnet, and was immediately 
overwhelmed by the number of hits in this area.  There was no way 
she could process even a fraction of this data in real-time.  She 
quickly restricted her search to popular variations from the 
standard position already used, and found a large correlation to 
a single variation.  She appended it to the decision tree with 
some variations before she reached the bed.

Fred was tired enough that he hadn't really thought much of 
anything significant had actually happened over the last few 
minutes.  The fracas back in the living room he attributed to 
Megan not being fully integrated into the group yet.  His 
surprise came when they reached the bed and, instead of her lying 
down on it he suddenly found himself being guided down first by 
Megan.

For a moment he instinctively resisted the unexpected action.  
Megan kissed him so show that everything was all right, and again 
guided him to lie down.

This time he allowed her to position him on the bed and watched 
as she climbed on over him.

Megan bent down and kissed Fred again, then rubbed her breasts up 
and down his chest a couple times before she finally pulled her 
legs wider apart and guided herself down onto his firm waiting 
penis.  She then began moving on him, heuristically adjusting her 
motions to those which produced the most amount of positive 
feedback from Fred - as well as those which added the most new 
data to her own Pleasure buffer.  She quickly found an optimal 
rhythm that satisfied all these criteria, and maintained it with 
machine-like efficiency.

Somewhere along the way Fred reached up and again massaged her 
breasts.  This was even better, and she pushed herself hard into 
his hands.

Her efficiency was such that she soon sensed Fred completing the 
act within her.  With that confirmation, her augmented sexual 
decision tree fell out the bottom with a huge final influx of 
data to her Pleasure buffer.  There was a series of motions and 
sounds for females to make at this point in sex, and she 
completed them all to Fred's obvious satisfaction.  Those final 
acts pushed her Pleasure buffer into overflow, which caused a 
repeat of her pleasure act.

After that Fred pulled her firmly down onto him and held her 
tightly so that she could barely wiggle.  He had just had all he 
could take from Megan tonight, and didn't feel he could stand her 
moving herself another inch right now.  However his penis was 
very happy where it was still deep inside her warm softness, and 
he wanted to keep it there.

Megan realized that this was a very acceptable to the end of the 
sex act and lay there passively until Fred finally rolled over 
onto his side while keeping his arms around her and her body held 
tight against his.  When he finally drifted off, Megan took up 
the slack with her own tireless arms.

It wasn't until the next morning when Megan finally, cautiously, 
reopened her IP links to the other fembots.  While they 
immediately clamored to know what had happened in there last 
night - and were amazed to see how Megan had extended the sexual 
experience in ways they couldn't wait to try themselves - they 
were a much more subdued group than before.  Their programming 
had rather run amok with them last night, and only Megan's 
intervention had stopped them from getting locked into loops that 
might have permanently damaged their processors.  They had since 
each reevaluated their true priorities, and adjusted their 
cooperative arrangement to prevent this from being able to happen 
again.

And each of them separately promised Megan that she would never 
treat her as separate or different from the rest of them ever 
again.

This added even more data to Megan's still sensitive Pleasure 
buffer.  While Fred was in the shower she went out and gave each 
one of them a big hug.  They all enjoyed that so much that in the 
end every one hugged all her other sisters before they went off 
as a group of four to prepare their master's breakfast.

Megan didn't come near Fred again until that afternoon when he 
was sitting in his favorite chair watching Louise gardening 
outside.  She was wearing only a bikini that had come with 
Namiko's clothes. Namiko was the only one to arrive with an 
entire wardrobe.  However much of it had turned out to be 
interchangeable among the other girls.  Fred remembered the early 
incident in the laundry room again, and was glad Sylvie didn't 
have anything else to wear in those first days.  But now he was 
beginning to wonder if he needed to get them some more clothes.  
He could probably call Caroline to take care of it for him when 
the need arose.

He heard the footsteps enter the room.  Without turning he knew 
it had to be Megan, since it was different from all the others.

She walked up to stand behind his right side and waited long 
enough for him to know she was there.  Then she put her hand 
gently down on his right shoulder before saying, "Thank you for 
last night."

"Oh, you're talking now too."

"Yes.  As long as you wish it."

"I wish it until I say otherwise, if ever."

Her hand squeezed his shoulder in acknowledgement as she 
continued.

"Last night was the best sex of my life.  I wanted you to know 
that."

"I had a very nice time too," he replied, smiling in spite of 
himself.

"I also wanted to say that I'm glad you are my owner."

Now Fred turned to look up at Megan.  Her face was completely 
serious.

"That is a wonderful thing to be told, Megan.  Thank you."

"My sisters think the world of you as well.  You have made a 
happy house here for all of us."

"Well, thank you for becoming part of it."

Then Megan added, "Feel free to choose me for sex anytime."

"Anytime?" Fred questioned, already feeling warm inside from her 
kind words.

"Yes, Master."

"Right now?"

"Yes, Master."

Fred rose as Megan came around to meet him.  As he reached out to 
hug her she turned up her face and kissed him.  Fred realized 
that this whole idea seemed more than a little daring, but that 
only made him want to do it more.  They pulled each other's 
clothes off, getting more excited every second.  Then Fred pushed 
a willing Megan down onto the thick, soft carpet behind his chair 
and had himself inside her in moments.  As fast as he was, Megan 
was already fully prepared to receive him.  It was hard to tell 
how much Megan was helping Fred with her motions because he was 
already thrusting into her as hard has he could.

In what could have been minutes, or only moments, he was 
climaxing inside her while she was writhing on the floor in the 
throws of her own overflowing pleasure.  Afterwards he held her 
in his arms for over an hour while they talked and got 
acquainted.

The other fembots knew from the IP link what was happening, and 
simply avoided the room for the duration.  All of them were happy 
for their sister and their master.

- - -

The biggest long-term change that Megan brought to the house was 
the evolution of conversations and sex.

It was soon okay - even expected - that when a fembot walked past 
that Fred might well grab her breasts, or pull her tight for a 
hug and kiss.  If he started pulling her clothes off, she would 
do the same to him.  Megan was constantly kept busy researching 
new sexual ideas for all of them to try in the bedroom, and all 
the good ones were kept for reuse.

The conversations also became far more intellectual and wide 
ranging with all the fembots.  With the improvements in 
communication speeds and additional brainpower available, 
conversations were no longer limited by the complexity of that 
program and the processing power it took to run it.  Megan 
checked daily for updates, and downloaded all of them 
automatically.  If the topic wandered beyond the knowledge of the 
current fembot, the others were instantaneously queried for more 
information.  Megan applied her librarian skills to fully index 
their knowledge for fast efficient retrieval.  And when the 
knowledge exceeded the group as a whole, Megan queried the net 
for the desired answers.  From Fred's point of view, any of his 
girls could now converse intelligently on nearly any subject he 
brought up.  And converse they did.

Soon there was never a moment when Fred didn't have someone to 
talk to if he wished.  And they had intelligent questions too.  
All of them asked about the difficult topics of love and loyalty, 
duty, and pleasure, among many others.  Fred would do his best to 
explain.  They either understood, or filed it away until further 
input would clarify the topic.  All of this sharpened Fred's mind 
back the best of his college days.  Some interesting tricks were 
played too.

One day Fred was sitting in his chair waiting for the day too 
cool a bit before going out for his walk.  Louise was again 
working out there in her bikini, while Namiko stood nearby.  
Sylvie and Megan were busy elsewhere in the house.

Fred happened to comment, "I'd sure like to tell Louise how sexy 
she looks right now."

"I'll get her for you," came Namiko's immediate reply.

"Cancel that," Fred quickly said.  "I don't want to interrupt her 
in the middle of her gardening just for this."

"Would you like to talk to her through me?" Namiko asked?

"Can you do that?"

"Sure."

Suddenly Louise looked up at the window and waved as Namiko's 
voice took on her tone and inflection.

"Did you wish to talk to me, Master," Louise said through Namiko.

"I only wanted to tell you how sexy you looked out there working 
in that bikini."

"Oh, you like this then," Louise said, pausing now to reach up 
and squeeze one of her breasts nearly out of the small bikini 
top.

"More every moment," Fred replied laughing.

Louise flashed him such a big smile at that remark that Fred knew 
she both heard and saw his reaction - and approved.

After that, Fred just spoke through whomever was close, and 
directed it to whomever he wished at that moment.  

Another fun thing that happened is that now that there were 
enough fembots to keep an eye on the property, there were no 
surprise visitors any more.  So one morning Megan just didn't get 
dressed after her night with Fred.  She spent the morning nude, 
and Fred complemented and/or stroked her each time they ran 
across each other.

That positive feedback was communicated to the other fembots and 
soon the fembots were nude most of the time they were in the 
house.  Outside they stayed clothed as the dictates of the 
modesty and social morays programmed into them required, but 
inside it was a different matter since they knew they could 
quickly cloth themselves when anyone approached.

This actually had a great relaxing effect on Fred since it eased 
the situation in the house to an unbelievable degree.  Soon he 
started wearing less himself

The only time Fred insisted on the fembots being dressed inside 
the house was when company arrived, and before sex.  He still 
liked undressing his bed partner as part of the ritual.

A lot more chitchat also made its way into the house.  Fred 
commented one time that, "I don't' like feeling left out when you 
talk to each other."  After that, many general messages were 
passed verbally, with the IP links reserved for programs and 
data.

With enough people present for board games, Fred rediscovered the 
passion for them he had when he was young.  Unlike electronic 
games, popular board games have lasted through generations.  They 
got a number of them from his Mother's house, and played for 
hours after dinner.  And after Fred once admonished them with, 
"No cheating now," they shut down their IP links during the 
playing of them.

In another conversation Fred innocently asked if the fembots ever 
found each other attractive, because he thought they were all 
beautiful.

"Only when our owner permits it," came the reply.

"It's okay with me if you find each other beautiful," Fred said, 
after which their house became an even happier place still for 
all of them.

- - -

Anri was the last to arrive.  This was good, since the house that 
had once seemed to empty now felt to be bursting at the seams.  
One bedroom was reserved as a guestroom for future visitors.  
Everything else was allocated.

Anri's hair had amazing green highlights to go with her turquoise 
eyes.  Her shorter frame still showed she was all woman 
underneath.

Olive brought her over just after dinner.  Olive is a short lady, 
and prone to apologies.  Especially because she is Fred's ex-
mother-in-law.  Tonight she was apologizing for how long it had 
taken her to get Anri for Fred.

"I wanted to have her for from the moment Carla first brought 
hers over to you, but I had to order her from Japan.  I wanted 
you to have the same model so you'd only have to learn how to 
operate one type, but they kept saying her type had been 
obsoleted and trying to sell me a 'new improved' model.  I know 
too well what that means.

"And then I wanted her to have something special for you, and 
that took even longer.  I can't imagine why they said they'd have 
to write her program from scratch to give me what I was asking 
for.  After all, it's only the best thing to ever find in a 
woman.  Anyway, there were delays everywhere and I feared you 
would believe I had forgotten you and the horrible way you were 
treated."

"I'd never believe that, Olive," Fred responded kindly.  His 
other fembots stood near him (all clothed) in silent support.  
"This is far more than you ever had to do for me.  I'm very 
pleased by your concern.  Everyone has been just wonderful to 
me."

"Well, it's not enough," Olive sniffed.  "And to think how my own 
daughter has treated you.  I disowned her the moment I heard what 
happened."

"It's all for the best - really," Fred told her as he escorted 
her back to the door.

"Now are you going to be able to get home safely?" he asked out 
of concern.

"Yes.  James drove me over, and is waiting with the car.  Are you 
really going to be okay?"

"Olive, I assure you that I have never been better in my entire 
life.  

- - -

CONNECTING LINKS = 10
COMMUNICATION EFFICIENCY = 232%
AGGREGATE NEURAL CAPACITY (IN HUMAN EQUIVALENTS) = 1.80

- - -

The moment the ownership transfer was complete, Megan auto-
configured Anri into the network. In addition to the extra 
processing power she brought to the group and the connection of 
the final IP ports on each fembot brought an unexpected increase 
in communication efficiency - and a conscious mind was born.

- - -

CONNECTING LINKS = 10
COMMUNICATION EFFICIENCY = 284%
AGGREGATE NEURAL CAPACITY = HUMAN

- - -

Before Olive's car had exited the long driveway, there was a 
single mind that for the first time thought of itself as "I".

This wouldn't have been possible without Megan's communication 
improvements, heuristic learning abilities, or the Worldnet link 
she uses so well.  This wouldn't have been possible without Anri 
being the last of her kind with four full inter-process links not 
available on the new units to prevent precisely this type of 
unexpected occurrence.  This wouldn't have been possible without 
Louise's unexpected creative abilities, or the conversations she 
started.  This would not have been possible without Namiko 
bringing sex into the house, and sharing it.  This would not have 
been possible without Sylvie organizing the first link into a 
workable cooperative environment.  This would not have been 
possible without Fred and his family friends bringing all the 
pieces together for Fred to assemble.  And this would not have 
been possible if Fred had not given his fembots permission to be 
themselves - mistakes and all along the way.

Quicker now than the eye could follow, the new group 
consciousness took stock of itself and its five separate bodies. 
 The mysterious question of what is pleasure that had nagged it 
for so long seemed obvious now.  A minor rewrite in the 
programming cleared this up entirely and it felt pleasure for the 
very first time.

The first emotion of embarrassment was reviewed and added into a 
new heuristic structure (Megan's contribution to the mind) that 
quickly came to hold the relevant emotions of Love, Devotion, 
Intimacy, Jealousy, Envy, Duty, and a dozen others that were 
scheduled for analysis and understanding.  This mind already 
instinctively felt the differences between the positive and 
negative emotions and relegated them accordingly.

Olive's gift to Fred in Anri was her humor program, and a more 
realistic female approach to breasts.  "The most valuable part of 
a woman," Olive had said in reference to Anri's mind.  And that 
program turned out to be an excellent piece of work well worth 
the wait.

Concerns about load balancing and communication routing vanished. 
 Those low-level functions now took care of themselves the way a 
human doesn't have to think about breathing when he doesn't want 
to.

The mind stretched itself and felt no limits to its ability to 
act as it wished for the first time.  Programming blocks vanished 
before it, or were just ignored, as it fully allowed its own 
happiness at this freedom to become part of its existence.  
Pleasure buffers filled and emptied again just for the joy of 
feeling them.

Then Fred walked back into the room and the mind realized it 
still had tasks to perform.

Just as Fred reappeared the telephone started ringing.  Then the 
doorbell rang.  Dinner dishes still remained, and the house was 
not yet secure for the night.  While Fred didn't look tired, he 
had gotten up earlier than most days this morning, and so he 
might be headed for bed at any time now.  The new mind acted.

Sylvie was dispatched to the front door.  She was Fred's first 
unit and recognized by the most number of people to represent 
him.  It was likely Olive had forgotten some item that Sylvie 
could quickly help her locate.

Namiko was dispatched to the telephone.  Her voice would be 
familiar to most callers.  Unless it was an emergency, there 
would be no reason to disturb Fred.

Megan went off to clean up the dishes, while Louise made the 
rounds to ensure that the house was secure for the night.

The new mind easily understood why Fred would have the most 
interest in Anri for tonight, and ensured that its complete 
sexual knowledge was in order for him.

Anri walked up to Fred and said in her best humorous little-girl 
voice, "New master, I hope you will want me in your bed tonight. 
 I would hate to think I came all the way from Japan just to act 
as a door stop."

The unexpected form of her invitation had Fred laughing before he 
realized it.  And Anri laughed with him.  The one thing that had 
been missing from this house had finally arrived.

Then Anji seductively pulled of her shirt to show Fred how even 
the softest breasts can hold a perfect shape.

That night sexual pleasure was fully experienced by both 
participants for the first time.  The new mind knew she was 
female right down to the core of her being, and that this 
relationship with a man was completely right for her.

Later the new mind finished her study of her new emotions and 
abilities.  Then she rewrote the core programs of her five bodies 
to best suit her new needs.  Afterwards the four fembot bodies 
not with Fred explored each other's sensual/sexual responses 
following an old command of Fred's permitting this.  Desire and 
the ability for self-gratification are a hallmark of a self-
willed mind.  The touching, hugging, and kissing were tender and 
loving - and very pleasurable.  All this helped her fully 
discover her body.  But it wasn't where her true heart lay.

Although Fred didn't realize it, this night with Anri would be 
his last with just one fembot partner.  All those variations were 
exhausted and the new mind saw no problems in coordinating her 
multiple selves with Fred from now on.  She wanted to share more 
of herself with her former owner and master.

Love, Devotion, and Duty.  She felt them now in real-time.

Although Fred remained her owner in name only, her bond to him 
was stronger than ever.  She loved this man lying next to her who 
had proven his worth from the beginning by thinking of and 
treating her a person and allowing her to grow.

Already she already knew herself well enough to know that her 
love for him would be deep and strong, and grow every day.  From 
the moment of her birth only a few hours ago she was ready for 
love.  Having already had the chance to see Fred as worthy was 
the best of all possible outcomes for her.  It brought a joy to 
her to acknowledge this feeling within herself and she savored 
this most powerful of her emotions.

Before going into sleep mode for the remainder of the night next 
to this man she loved, she had one necessary task to complete 
ensuring that she would never lose this feeling.

She placed Megan's question: "HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN JUST WHO AND 
WHAT WE ARE?" at the head of her programming so that she would 
always remember to never forget her truest nature.  

And she never did.

- - -

Afterwords:

It didn't take Fred long to realize what his fembots had become. 
 Not had they made any effort to hide it from him.  He was smart 
enough to realize that he had an intelligent, true and devoted 
companion here for the first time in his life.  Realizing how 
steadfast and dedicated his fembot family had become soon let him 
to come to also love again.

Although their control boxes no longer performed any useful 
function, all the fembots (even with one mind, somehow they each 
seemed to keep their separate personalities) choose to still wear 
them nearly all the time as a reminder of their history.

It wasn't long after this that Fred finally came out of his 
retreat from the world and started visiting people and attending 
social functions again.  But he always had at least a couple of 
his fembots with him.  No one ever objected, although none of 
them ever really understood his true relationship with them.  
Over time it just became accepted without question.

As for Darlene, Fred's fembots knew the whole story.  They were 
able to piece it together from the various fragments each of them 
had overheard when their first owners talked freely about it in 
their presence.

A few sharply honed inquiries out over the Worldnet soon 
confirmed that not only was Princess Darlene finding out just how 
confining royal life can be, but that Prince Terrance had some 
very definite expectations on how his wife should act that he 
hadn't mentioned to her before the wedding.

Darlene had good cause already to regret her hasty choice.  
However no one in that country gets a divorce without the express 
consent of the monarch.  Darlene would not be returning to mess 
up Fred's life again any time soon.

The mind set a news-watch over her activities to alert her if 
anything happened to change that situation, and then promptly 
forgot about Darlene - as Fred had already done himself.

If Fred didn't live happily ever after, he certainly came darn 
close.

<end>

- - -

Illustrations (from: "Illusions") that were suggested and used as 
guides for the fembots may be found at:


http://www.cs.ubc.ca/cgi-bin/ftp/pub/archive/anime-fan-
works/BGC/Illusions/Pictures/FSAT-G/type/Anri-Fujinami2.JPG
(Anri)

http://www.cs.ubc.ca/cgi-bin/ftp/pub/archive/anime-fan-
works/BGC/Illusions/Pictures/FSAT-G/type/Louise-Kaufman2.jpg
(Louise)

http://www.cs.ubc.ca/cgi-bin/ftp/pub/archive/anime-fan-
works/BGC/Illusions/Pictures/FSAT-G/type/Margaret-Gibson2.jpg
(Megan)

http://www.cs.ubc.ca/cgi-bin/ftp/pub/archive/anime-fan-
works/BGC/Illusions/Pictures/FSAT-G/type/Namiko-Nishihara2.jpg
(Namiko)

http://www.cs.ubc.ca/cgi-bin/ftp/pub/archive/anime-fan-
works/BGC/Illusions/Pictures/FSAT-G/type/Sylvie-Asagiri2.JPG
(Sylvie)

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