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From: Jack C Lipton <liptonsoup1951@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Share and Enjoy (scifi, MF implied, fembots)
Date: Mon,  2 Dec 2002 00:10:07 -0500
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/*
 *   GentleBeings,  I'm at it again.  This hit me today in
 *   a strange mood.  Some will recognize the context and
 *   may even have seen me remark that this could be an
 *   unintended consequence of DB_Story's works (as much as
 *   I enjoy them myself).
 */


Author: Jack C Lipton <liptonsoup1951@yahoo.com>
Title: Share and Enjoy
Part:
Universe: Feynman Survey Mission 1
Summary: When the people are gone ... robots remain
Keywords: scifi, MF (implied) fembots
Revision: $Revision: 1.1 $


		     Share and Enjoy

		    by Jack C Lipton



[Visit 18: Survey Mission 1]



We got quite a surprise when we dropped into this system
and short-hopped through hyperspace to reach the M-class
planet where life had (supposedely) risen and then died.

The first survery was a fairly quick in-and-out and the
records from the initial survey ship were somewhat vague;
They'd catalogued the system and reported the presence of
the (potentially) life-bearing world for us.  It looked
like initial surveys were getting much more cursory than
before, expecting us to do the heavy lifting.

Well, a survey ship is pretty small;  It's nowhere near
the size of our ship (a sphere a full 20km across) so I
(and others) may grumble but we understood the survey
crew's desire to minimize their involvement in each
system.  I don't think I'd've liked the job of a survey
crew since they got to see a lot of empty systems.

We were still somewhat displeased at the surprise that
this world still seemed to be alive;  There was a fair
amount of activity on the surface and the satellite
constellation was still seeing a fair amount of activity.

Despite the effects of our jump in from hyperspace, they
paid us no heed, despite our obvious artificiality
hovering in their sky.  It's a little hard to hide a ship
like ours when it pops out within a hundred thousand
kilometers of a world and is braking into a parking
orbit below this world's geosynchronous orbit.

And we were eclipsing portions of the planetary surface,
too, and nobody seemed to pay attention to the shadow
that ran across the surface.

How could they miss noticing us?

We also discovered that their transmissions were far more
weird than we'd've expected-  there was a lot more sexual
content on their satellites than even old Earth ever had.
(I'm old enough to remember how much there was.)

We seeded space over the planet with hundreds of reconsats
to collect information (and to provide good pictures of
the ground from orbit) and withdrew the main ship to the
region of their asteroid belt.  The scoutship left in
orbit of the planet was concentrating on managing the
feeds from the reconsats.

Our departure didn't evoke any reaction either.  This was
getting spooky.

The activity on the surface finally triggered us dropping
small robots to look around more carefully.

Looking at pictures from ground level didn't make much
sense;  The cities were in perfect condition, suburbs
well maintained, but the people seemed to be taking the
most efficient way to complete their tasks.  We got into
libraries and discovered that these were maintained but
nobody ever walked in to USE them, despite the staffing
of these facilities.

Then it struck us-  we started to realize there were no
children AT ALL.  There were no adolescents.  The medical
facilities were well maintained- and staffed- but unused.

Educational facilities were staffed but empty.  It was
like everybody on this planet was going through the
motions.

I don't recall who first noticed and asked for a re-check,
but we followed up and ... each librarian was identical.
Each teacher-  identical.  So were the nurses and doctors.

We started to see the pattern forming-  We counted just
over sixteen thousand phenotypes;  Over three quarters
were of a "feminine" structure.  Enough of us suspected
these "people" of being no more than robots.

So we constructed a robot that would be remotely operated
(in case we were completely wrong) that didn't closely
resemble any of the "people" now resident on this world
and delivered it to the surface.

This robot was soon joined by twelve others;  Since they
were ignored by the majority of the population we could
vicariously visit the libraries and start building up an
understanding of the language-  which then allowed the
histories to be read.

Finally, with enough of the language understood (and the
transmissions better understood for content) we were
ready for a first contact-  and we chose a female sitting
on a porch.  The teleoperator was fully wired into his
robot's sensorium as he walked up to this female and
greeted her.

It's a good thing we made the robot anatomically correct.
She jump at him, tore his clothes off (and her own) and
mounted him.

And, while mounted, our robot was closely analyzing it's
rider-  and we all learned a lot.  Our robot's operator
was dazed (and the rig needed a good cleaning from the
seminal fluid) but we were finally able to talk to the
female robot.  She'd been sitting there for almost seven
thousand years for a master to return, maintaining the
house and grounds for her master.

I'd had too much of a fascination for sex back before the
meltdown and symbiote, so, when my 1stWife was off with
the military, I'd be reading stories from the old inter-
net.  With my memory we dug back through the archives on
our ship and found the "fembot" stories;  I wondered if
the author was still alive?  Had he survived the symbiote?
If so, would he be really surprised to find his work so
heavily read for hints?

We talked to the fembot through our teleoperater robot
and finally got her to be ready to meet "aliens".  She
was collected by a small ferry and brought to the "tank"
on the Feynman;  We needed to know how she'd react to
something as different as we are.

Our fears that the robots may have been programmed for
xenophobia were unfounded.  After seeing holos and even
robots with our shape there were no unexpected reactions.
When she finally got to interact with the "real thing"
she was looking for the operator she'd first jumped;  She
"wanted" to meet the master behind the face.

It was a good thing our sexual organs were compatible,
even if the appearance was off a bit.

She met quite a few of us, male and female, and absorbed
huge quantities of information about our anatomy.  She
also wanted to know when we'd be visiting the surface.

We demurred;  BioCompatibility checks were still only in
their first phase (though it did look pretty good so far)
but we did accede to her second request-  to be returned.

She was tagged and monitored so that we could see every
place she went and did;  She immediately went in to the
nearest city to what surprised us-  since it was hidden-
a robot maintenance facility.

The techs there were all robots-  and they downloaded
her memories and we soon saw all the robots in that one
room freeze for a moment before our contactee was being
stripped down and the outer body re-built.

She was human.  Bruce, who'd operated the first contact
robot, was married to the original that she'd become.

We were able to watch as robots lined up for the same
kind of makeover.  One male was almost me.  I saw many
copies of my various wives forming.  This was uncanny.

They'd lost their first masters and were so eager for
company they wanted- such an unusual thing for a robot-
so much to be compatible with us.

These robots were surprisingly autonomous;  We learned
how they worked, how they were programmed, how they were
maintained.  They'd formed a robotic "synthosphere" to
continue the status quo when their masters left.

And their masters had died out.  Seven thousand years
ago it had started-  all like the "DB Story" fembot
stories.  The males most capable of attracting and
keeping a mate (along with parenting) were more and
more taken with romancing these autonomous robots, so
they'd settle down with a robot instead of a female.
Or a female with a male robot, since these machines were
so much more cooperative and eager to please than would
a flesh-and-blood person.

So the best and the brightest didn't breed.

At first this wasn't much of a problem, but it got worse-
each remaining tier of the "best and brightest" remaining
would be attracted to these robots that could be easily
maintained and then another generation would go by and
the population didn't diminish instantly, but, before
600 years had passed, the few children born still didn't
seek to breed further.

For almost 7000 years, the robots were the only sapient
"life" form on this planet.  When they got lonely they
went into "maintenance" mode and the motions were very
important routines.

And they'd adapted so quickly to us.  They could take
our race down the same way, unless we could work out
a compromise.

Our first contactee was met again by one of our C-3PO
bots (I'd argued for a Marvin but was overruled) we'd
built special for our probes and offered her another
visit.  She eagerly accepted.

On her arrival she wanted the first human male she could
get to test out her sexual response;  While tempting, we
were afraid of her now.  Human females worked with her
closely and explained how their masters had died out and
their part in their long loneliness.

This fembot went catatonic but we'd learned enough so
we could tell that her "brain" was working overtime.
After over six hours of furious processing she "came
alive" again, acknowledge our concern, and was returned
to the surface.

Now while the conversion of all of the robots to human
form was still in progress, we learned that they were
spreading the new programming around.

Soon we were being talked to directly-  an negotiations
started.  They wanted people to serve.  They recognized
their guilt-  they'd been so concerned with each
individual that they'd ignored the race as a whole.

In the midst of all of this the BioCompatibility was
perfect, there'd be almost no need for terraforming the
BioSphere, our crops could grow there and people could
live quite comfortably.

None of us was tempted, which was reasonable.  All of
us suffered from wanderlust to some degree.  We stayed
for the arrival of the first colonization ship to arrive
and they landed to a new world full of robots.

Of course, in the interim, we did recommend they try to
avoid looking too much like existing personages.

But not before my wives went down to try out the copy of
me.  They were not entirely displeased by his
performance but he wasn't me in personality.  I took
this as a good sign.


			 Fini



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