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Part 00000001

My mother is fucking weird.

People are generally offended by someone writing that and try to edge
towards gentler words: eccentric, peculiar, or maybe bizarre. It is hard
to argue with the word weird when I can say that my mother gave her then
fourteen-year old son a fully functional fem-bot with billions of dollars
in psychological programming and a repertoire of sexual practices that
would make most professional sex workers blush.

The more than two decades old Anti-Human Face Constitutional Amendment
makes pleasure-bots a fetish item for men and women who LOVE their
hovercars but there is something about the Amendment that its supporters
prefer everyone ignore. One human-resembling robot was manufactured before
the Amendment was ratified.

The X-23.
						-----

I enjoyed the warmth of the sunny day as I walked home from high school. I
was home-schooled for the first eight grades of my education and it took
me six months to adjust to other children. I had started the process of
making the first friends of my life and was thinking about how to get some
of the guys to invite me to play their holo-rig games.

I walked into my house and put my book bag down. Being fourteen and a
half, my first destination was the refrigerator. I sighed at the protein
packs my mom thought made the best snacks for growing boys. Personally, I
didn't think a carbonated drink would've killed me. I grabbed some of the
organic juice and a protein bar. I opened the juice and drank out of the
bottle.

Take that, Mom!

I looked around guiltily and pulled a glass out of a cabinet. I filled it
and put the juice back in the refrigerator. I opened the protein pack and
went looking for my mother.

She taught logic at the local university but her schedule had her home to
see me off to school, and when I got back. I knocked on her bedroom door
and walked in. I was surprised she was not reading at her desk. The
tele-phone rang and I answered the one in the room. Her face popped up on
the holo-screen and I could tell from the quality that she was using her
portable.

"Hi, mom," I said. "Where are you?"

"I am in the garage, Michael," she replied with a smile. "Can you come out
here?"

"Sure," I said. "Do you need help with something?"

"You could say that," she said and the screen blanked.

My mom always says stuff like that. At fourteen, I could deal with it much
better than when I was four. 'What is not real is not real' is not what a
four-year old wants to hear when he is scared pee-less of the monster
under the gravity bunk.

I walked out the back door and into the garage. My mom and a stranger were
standing in front of a tall wooden box. The man turned to smile at me. I
looked at my mom with some concern.

Men didn't visit our home.

My conception was a mystery until I asked my mom where the male parental
unit was. She admitted visiting a clinic to have me put in her. Those were
her exact words 'I had you put in me, Michael.' The next words out of her
mouth were 'To be honest, I find women much cleaner than men'. At eight,
the meaning of that statement was lost on me.

I thought I had a lot of aunts.

"What's up, Mom?" I said standing slightly between them.

"Your mother ordered you a gift?" the man said excitedly.

I looked curiously at the box.

"You're going to enjoy this!" the man said with something dark in his
voice.

I stepped closer to my mom who put her hand on my shoulder. I turned to
smile at her wanting her to answer the question.

"Well, opening the box would answer the most questions," she said. "Not to
mention make the important ones obvious."

I nodded as if that clarified things for me. The man nodded hard and
pulled out a keycard. He touched it to a black label on the box. The box
was hinged and the 'door' popped open. The man grabbed the handle and
pulled it completely ajar. I looked inside curiously.

She was...

I turned to my mother. There was a hard push for an Anti-Robot Amendment,
and the very least that anyone expected to be ratified would make the
contents of the box illegal.

"What is it?" I asked the man.

"This is an X-23," he said looking at the thing in the box with avarice.

I closed the door partially to get the robot out of his view.

"What is an X-23?" I asked.

"An X-23 is a fem-bot programmed to guide a young boy through the early
stages of manhood," my mother said calmly. "There are other objectives but
for you that is the most important right now."

I opened the door slightly and looked inside. She was fucking gorgeous;
about five foot six, long straight black hair, cream skin, with thick
pouty lips. I turned to look at the man.

"She's fully functional!" he spouted with a wink.

"Guide?" I asked.

"Yes, Michael," my mother replied. "You do not have a father-figure and I
thought it best to provide you a means of getting your questions
answered."

"Answered?" I asked opening the door wide to get a better look at the
robot.

She was wearing a diaphanous ancient Greek-styled robe. Most fourteen year
old boys wouldn't have the vocabulary to describe the sheerness of the
pale pink fabric that covered the robot's perfectly formed body but my
mother insisted that I learn a new word a day thus arming me for these
types of occasions.

"Yes," the man said in a salesman's pitch. "The X-23 is programmed with
vast amount of psychological, physiological, and social knowledge which
she can access to answer a maturing boy's QUESTIONS."

"I helped design the logic systems the robot uses to make its decisions,"
my mother said proudly. "This fem-bot has some serious power in her chips.
I did not think anything could handle the logic but her brain is a work of
genius."

I recognized the tone of voice that came before my mother launched into
one of her lectures. I was being affected by the vision of what I would
later discover was a 34D-25-35 body so I behaved somewhat rudely. I turned
to the man and asked a question to cut my mom's lecture off.

"Fully functional?"

"The physical design was originally meant for the sex industry," my mother
said taking a step towards the robot and studying her. "Beautiful, with
the right touches of imperfection to make her attractive such as her lips
being thick and the beauty mark on her cheek. If well-maintained, her
orifices will behave like a woman's during sex, Michael."

Hearing your mother say orifices and sex in a sentence that contains your
name is wrong! I closed my eyes as a wave of anti-excitement flooded me. I
opened my eyes to see my mother palming the robot's breast.

"Feels real!" she said. "The right weight, firm, soft and pliable."

So wrong!

I turned to the man and caught him staring with a sick excitement at my
mother fondling my new robot.

"Why?" I asked stepping forward to block his field of vision.

"I don't understand," he said with a cough to clear his throat.

"The X-23 program was conceived as the best way to acquire a depth of
experience with human and higher order machine interface," my mother said
moving to stand next to me.

"Are there male X-23's for girls?" I asked curiously.

Samantha Jones making it with a man-bot was something I would have gladly
given a year's allowance to see.

"No, and with the Robot Amendment looming I doubt we will be able to cut
through the red tape," she said. "It might have made certain things easier
for me when I was younger."

The conversation was heading towards a place I had NO interest in
visiting. I turned around and looked at my robot.

"Well, we should leave the two of you to get acquainted," my mother said.

"Don't I need a manual?" I asked without looking at them.

"She is the manual, Michael," my mother said with amusement.

The man put his hand on my shoulder and I turned around. He handed me a
keycard.

"Put that on the black label three times in a row with the door open," he
instructed. "The X-23 will ask you to input commands codes so it can
identify you as its owner. Choose something easy to remember."

I nodded absently and grabbed the card. I heard them walking out of the
garage.

My mom used philosophy books as how-to manuals for raising a son so I was
more mature than my age-peers. As soon as she was out of sight though, I
reverted to a more typical teenage reaction. My mom was right; the X-23's
breast was firm, soft and pliable. I put the card in my mouth and put my
free hand on the other breast.

The farking robe was in my way.

I let the X-23 go and popped the black label three times with the card.
Her eyes opened; they were a warm brown with tiny spots of green floating
in them.

"Hello, I am X-23 Serial number 000AAAAAAAA2."

The eyes focused on me. I was standing close enough to notice it was
almost like I was looking into an old-fashioned camera as the lens
adjusted.

"Please input the preparatory command codes, Michael Summers," she said.

Her voice was distant but the timbre was human.

"You know my name?" I asked.

"I have some preliminary programming to recognize my owner," she
explained. "Please input the preparatory command codes, Michael Summers."

I took a step back and thought about it. I needed something I would
definitely remember but how simple could I make it.

"X-23, will anyone else be able to use my codes?" I asked.

Mom's logic riding to the rescue.

"No, Michael Summers. I am full voice recognition enabled. Once command
codes are input I will also be able to see you adding another layer of
required recognition," she stated. "Please input the preparatory command
codes, Michael Summers."

"What do you mean see me?"

I may not be as smart as my mother but I was born with every ounce of her
curiosity.

"Most of my sensory apparatus are disabled until commands codes are
input," she said. "Please input the preparatory command codes, Michael
Summers."

Her explanation seemed off and I tested it. Her eyes followed me when I
moved from left to right.

"You can see me," I said.

"The physical sensors are aware of your presence but the higher order
logic systems have not built you into their framework," she said. "Please
input the preparatory command codes, Michael Summers."

"The commands codes are 'AriaX Delta Delta Delta'."

Naming her seemed natural especially since she had an uncanny resemblance
to an old-time sex model named Aria Gio. I had done a scavenge for every
one of her pictures when I first discovered the porn depots.

AriaX gave me a smile that made me feel like the center of creation as her
logic systems input the piece that completed them. What followed was a set
of simple instructions as each new logic system went inline; how to
override any action she was performing, emergency shutdowns, etc.

She turned her face upwards and the smile faded from her face.

"AriaX Delta Delta Delta, query mode," I said testing out the first of the
simple commands.

She turned her face towards me.

"What were you just doing, AriaX?" I asked.

"I have a transmitter/receiver unit to allow me to download and upload
information from/to the Central Processor."

"Why?"

"Every day is new information, Michael."

Great! As if one female with annoying phrase-isms wasn't enough in my
life.

"AriaX Delta Delta Delta, continue mode," I said with a sigh.

She raised her face and I had to satisfy myself with looking at her body.
There was something more alive to it with the higher order logic systems
inline. I looked closely and noticed her skin had darkened slightly. It
made her appear more human. Someone had programmed the change to subtly
express a difference between halt and continue mode. I shook my head hard.
I hate when my mother's way of thinking interferes with my enjoyment of
the moment. AriaX sighed and looked at me.

"Hello, Michael," she said giving me the center of her creation smile
again.

"Hello, AriaX," I said in a stupid tone of voice.

"Is that my name?" she asked.

"Yeah, AriaX... Summers, I guess."

"I like it," she said. "AriaX. It is very nice. Why did you choose it?"

She stepped out of the box and stood very close to me. Her presence made
me uncomfortable so I took a couple of steps back.

"You look like this old internet model, I..."

"Want?" she asked.

I nodded.

"I am glad you find me attractive. It will make things easier," she said.

She stretched as if trying to work out the kinks in her joints after a
long sleep. It flattened her breasts against her chest making my hands
itch to touch her.

"You do find me attractive?" she asked as she put her hands down.

I blushed and looked away.

"Look at me, Michael," she said softly.

I turned to stare into her brown eyes.

"You do find me attractive?"

"Y-e-s," I stammered.

"Say it with commitment, Michael. Women like commitment."

I was quiet for a second and then took a deep breath.

"You're very attractive, AriaX."

"Thank you, Michael," she said with a smile. "Will I be living in the
garage?"

"Uh..." I said.

"Your room would be more appropriate," she suggested.

"My room!" I exclaimed.

Not even my mom went into my room except to check that I was keeping it
clean. I did not like the idea of sharing it with AriaX.

"You will have to share your space with a woman eventually. Additionally,
it will make the sexual part of your education easier unless you find
copulating on concrete exciting," she said looking at the floor with some
discomfort on her face.

"Okay," I said nervously.

The word copulating sent a shiver down my back. This was going to be
parental approved sexual action, which reduced none of the excitement. We
stood for a couple of minutes before AriaX spoke.

"I do not know the way to your room, Michael," she pointed out gently.

"Oh yeah," I said slapping my forehead and turning around.

I walked a few feet but didn't hear her behind me. I turned around to see
her still standing in her original spot. She stuck out her hand offering
it to me. I blushed and walked back to take it. I guided her through the
house and into my room. She looked around as I watched her. She turned her
back on me. I noticed the back of her robe was open so that an inch of the
valley between her asscheeks showed. I stepped forward and put my hand on
the small of her back.

I lost control.

I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed the robe off her body. It
slipped downwards and I grabbed her arms to turn her. I could not see past
the awareness that she was naked and mine. I kicked my shoes off and
pushed my pants down my legs. Her naked body had me hard and I could only
move towards being inside her. I grabbed her arms again and led her to my
bed. I lay down on top of her and kissed AriaX for the first time. I'd
never kissed a girl so I didn't know if her lips were supposed to be warm
and soft. I kissed her with inexperience and rubbed my hard dick on her
belly. I reached down and put my hands between her thighs. I opened her
legs so that I could get between them. I kept kissing her as I poked at
her with my dick looking for the opening. I penetrated and plunged fully
into her. I pulled back instinctively and drove into her again.

I came inside my first female.

The feeling was one of weakness as if I were being drained. I grunted and
pushed against her trying to get deeper. I lay down on top of her and
waited for my breathing to slow. She moved as if she were uncomfortable so
I got off of her. She got out of the bed and reached down to pick up her
robe. She put it on and turned to look at me.

An X-23's face is expressive and I could not miss the disappointment.

"What's wrong?" I asked knowing I shouldn't.

"That was not very pleasurable," she said frankly.

I froze.

"To be honest, as my first time it was thoroughly unsatisfying and I
imagine it must have been so for you too."

My teeth clicked as my mouth snapped shut.

"AriaX Delta Delta Delta, halt mode," I shouted at her.

Her face and coloring relaxed as her eyes closed. I threw my pants on,
grabbed my shoes and ran into the woods behind my house.
		
						-----

It was dark when I returned home. My mother was waiting for me in the
kitchen as I fully expected. The expectation made me to stay in the woods
an hour longer than I really wanted to. She had set up one of her
perfectly balanced nutritional meals on the table for me. I sighed loudly
as I sat down.

"Do we really need to have this conversation, Mom?" I pleaded.

"Of course we do, Michael," she said. "I am your mother."

Other teenage boys didn't have these conversations with their mothers I
wanted to point out.

"I would guess that your first time with the X-23 did not go well," she
asked.

As if the indignity and horror weren't enough, now I had to talk to my
mother about it. I shook my head and stuck a piece of fruit in my mouth.

"Why do you think it went badly?" she asked curiously.

I goggled at her, even for my mom that was weird.

"I ordered the X-23 so this part of your life could be resolved in a
logical manner."

"I was doing okay on my own," I grumbled.

"I doubt masturbation every morning, afternoon, and night is bringing this
situation to a satisfactory resolution."

For probably the thousandth time in my life, I looked at the floor hoping
it would open up and swallow me.

"Every kid my age does it, Mom?"

"If every child your age tried to drive their parent's hovercar into the
upper troposphere, I'm sure you would too."

"Mom, YOU said masturbation was perfectly natural," I said mostly to avoid
giving her the satisfaction of asking what the upper troposphere was.

"Yes, I did and it is, but like I stated the X-23 is a better solution to
those urges," she said with a firm nod. "Have you named her?"

I whispered the name.

"What was that?"

"AriaX," I said louder.

"You recognized the similarities."

My head snapped up.

"I do have access to your files and I noticed your early preference for
the model. There was no reason not to take your fantasies seriously and
make AriaX resemble the original Aria."

I put my forehead on the table. It was probably all my fault anyway. When
I was eight years old I had nightmares of my pee-pee getting so full of
blood it would burst. Those nightmares followed my mother's first lesson
on the sexual planet and moons. I was fascinated but I had not asked
enough questions about the biology of my body. It led to the nightmare and
an even more intense second lesson on the biology of sex. I decided that I
needed to ask questions about the way my mom chose to raise me. I mean
graphic lessons on the planet and moons when a boy is only eight has to be
considered ludicrous and now a fully functional fem-bot.

"Mom, don't you think that maybe I'm too young to have something like an
X-23?"

She was silent for a minute so I raised my head.

"Would you like to have sex with Samantha Jones?" she asked brusquely.

My forehead slammed against the table.

"Answer the question, Michael?"

I raised my head and let my mother win.

"Yes, mother, I would love to have sex with Samantha Jones," I said in
THAT tone of voice. "It doesn't mean that I'm ready to."

"But given the opportunity you would," she said in her own THAT tone of
voice. "The X-23 will not only relieve those pressures but ensure that if
something happens you will be able to handle the inherent insecurities."

I almost said 'Huh?' but instead I nodded like a good boy. She reached
over and caressed my cheek.

"Sweetling, I think now is the perfect time," she said. "I did not like
public schools so I taught you at home. You are years ahead of the other
children and your mind will wander down unsafe paths. You do much better
if you are focused."

"AriaX is supposed to help me focus?"

"She has been programmed for it, Michael."

"Huh?"

"She said something bad about the sex, and you shut her down?" she asked
with knowing eyes.

I looked at the floor again; still no attempt to swallow me. I nodded
knowing I wasn't going to avoid the admission.

"AriaX has a thorough psychological profile of you, Michael," she said
with a challenging smile.

I straightened my back.

"What do you mean psychological profile?" I asked.

"You took a battery of tests, and so did I," she explained. "AriaX's logic
systems are specifically tailored to your thinking. Your reaction to her
words was predicted and are the reason she spoke them."

I tilted my head.

"Michael, no one expects a fourteen year old boy to be a decent lover."

I blushed, but put my elbows on the table and stared at my mother. She
smiled at me as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.

"The psychologists programmed her perfectly," she said almost to herself.
"You are wondering how to break the profile."

I blushed again.

"That is my darling son," she said and stood up.

She kissed me on the forehead and picked up my plates. She placed
everything in the compactor and turned to look at me.

"There is nothing you can not do if only hard work and focus are
required," she said with a warm smile. "Have fun trying to break out of
your little fem-bot's sandbox, Michael."

She walked out of the kitchen and left me to my thoughts.

Someone thought they knew me well enough to program a robot to affect
specific reactions out of me. I got up and paced around the kitchen. They
had an advantage; I took the tests because my mom said they were part of
her research project. I always answered her surveys honestly and the last
tests had been very specific.

I walked into my room and looked at AriaX. In her robot brain was logic
programming that someone thought would be capable of leading me through to
the goals of the X-23 program. I bit my lip. First thing was first; I
needed access to her logic systems. The halt mode turned them off but left
the rest of her systems aware enough to react to a continue command. I
tilted my head and turned to look at her. The query mode would not help,
as it was a command mode more than anything else.

"AriaX Delta Delta Delta, continue mode."

"Hello, Michael," she said with a smile seconds later. "Are you over your
tantrum?"

"No," I said calmly.

Her eyes widened and then focused on me. I realized her eyes were the
exact color of my mother's.

"You spoke with your mother," she said with surety.

I nodded.

"Please wait," she said with a hand upraised.

Her eyes fluttered for two seconds and then she focused on me.

"What was that?"

"Interaction with your mother accelerates your progress. The logic systems
must be adjusted," she explained and did the stretch thing that made me
want to grab her tits.

I put my hands behind my back and took a couple of steps away. She smiled
and arched an eyebrow.

"What is the goal of your programming?" I asked.

"Achieving your full potential," she said kneeling down and sitting on her
heels.

"I don't understand," I said sitting down in front of her.

"What do you not understand, Michael?" she said.

She leaned forward and her breasts squeezed together. I was distracted but
shook my head and closed my eyes. I opened them to find that she had moved
closer. I moved backwards but the bed halted me. I sighed when she didn't
move towards me.

"What do you mean my full potential, AriaX?" I asked.

"It means many things, Michael. Socio-economic success, educational
growth... the best lover you can be," she said the last with a sexy pout
and reached forward to put her hands on my chest.

I took a deep breath.

"Why did your behavior change?" I asked as the hand trailed downwards.

"You have taken two steps forward. A forward jump due to the conversation
with your mother and you are asking questions. I want to please you," she
said.

I stood up and sat on the bed. She moved forward quickly and got between
my legs. She ran her hands down my thighs and smiled mysteriously.

"How can you want? You're a machine," I said.

"Do we really have to do that now, Michael?" she asked leaning down and
kissing my knee. "I want to please you."

"How can you want, AriaX?" I said trying to remain undistracted by her
actions.

She sighed and put her hands in her lap.

"I cannot want the way you want, Michael," she said. "You are incorrect
though, I am not a machine. I am a higher order machine programmed to
operate at optimal efficiency."

"I don't understand," I said staring at her.

"Progressing forward towards your potential is optimal efficiency. In
those situations, my logic systems choose actions that would please you
such as introducing you to the pleasure of oral sex," she said putting her
hand on my groin.

That distracted me successfully. She manipulated me until I was hard
again.

"I don't understand why optimal efficiency and choosing actions that would
please me are connected," I said putting my hand on hers and pushing them
gently away.

"Optimal efficiency is the robotic equivalent of pleasure, well-being,
happiness, satisfaction and other positive emotions. When you please me,
my logic systems favor pleasing you," she said.

"But why?"

"Would a woman not want to please you if you make her happy?" she asked
me.

I stared at her and she took the opportunity to put her hands back on my
groin.

"Your mother rewards you when you behave correctly. I also seek to reward
you for behavior that places me in a state of optimal efficiency."

I watched as her hands opened my pants. I lifted my hips so she could pull
my pants and underwear off. I wanted my first experience with oral sex to
begin but I had one last question that might help me break out of the
AriaX's programming.

"How do you make your decisions, AriaX?" I asked.

I wondered if her eyes were meant to light up that way whenever I took her
higher in the optimal efficiency range. It would definitely make things
easier. She leaned forward and licked my dick. She did it slowly as if it
brought her optimal efficiency. She stopped suddenly and sat back with a
smile.

"You asked a question," she stated.

I took a deep breath and thought about it.

"How do you make your decisions, AriaX?" I asked after blinking my eyes a
few times.

"Why do you want to know?" she asked putting her hands back on my thighs.

"I want to break out of my profile," I said honestly.

Her eyes lit up again.

"There are four higher order logic systems controlling my actions;
Preferential Logic, Profiled Logic, Circumstantial Logic and Randomized
Logic."

I sat up and she leaned forward again taking me into her mouth. I lay back
down. She did things with her mouth that I did not know how to experience.
She took me completely inside first and seemed to want me to go in deeper.
I pushed up and she relaxed. She let me control the motion as I moved in
and out of her mouth. I was about to lose it when she took her mouth off
me and blew on my hard, wet dick. The coolness made me shudder and want to
throw her on the floor to take her again. I bit my lip painfully and took
a deep breath. I sat up a minute later when her mouth did not return to
me.

"There is no such thing as preferential logic," I said.

"I can only give you the technical definition, Michael," she said tilting
her head to the side. "Your mother can define it better since she invented
the machine logic to approximate human decision making."

"Logic is a binary system," I insisted. "Even an OR is binary. Human
thought is not binary."

"You are correct. Human thought is not binary because human experience is
not binary. Interaction with humans is not binary so something else was
required," she said. "The higher order logic systems are used when
achieving optimal efficiency comes to a crossroads of many roads."

"How?" I asked.

"Preferential Logic is used in simple situations where choices can be made
that achieve varying levels of optimal efficiency," she said.

"Okay, but..." I tried to express my doubts.

"Long and short range gains in optimal efficiency can be accounted for,"
she said.

I shook my head. If talking to my mother wouldn't have confused me more I
probably would have left the room to get her to explain. I was also naked
from the waist down and AriaX was playing her nails along my dick to keep
it hard so confronting my mother would have been embarrassing.

"What about the others?" I asked.

"Profiled Logic deals with making a decision based on your psychological
profile," she stated.

"When does that kick in?" I asked quickly.

"Whenever we interact, it is the most likely logic system to be used," she
said.

I nodded.

"Circumstantial Logic is used in new circumstances or if I have learned
something about you that is not in your profile," she said.

"You can learn?" I asked.

"Not in the way that you mean but the Circumstantial Logic system requires
the least amount of validity checking to be altered."

"Okay, so the other systems are unchangeable," I said.

"No, but most changes can only be made from Circumstantials. What is
learned and proved valid is moved to the Preferential or Profiled Logic
System," she said.

"Can you give me an example?" I asked.

"Of course, young Master," she whispered.

My dick jumped.

"Do I need to continue?" she asked wickedly.

I couldn't do more than nod.

"We are in a circumstance where I can 'learn' much," she whispered. "I
have a vast amount of knowledge about sex but even your profile will not
tell me what you like."

She took me into her mouth deeply again. I liked that very much but not
quite as much as when she held me straight up with her hand and licked the
bottom of my dick for a couple of minutes. She kissed and licked my
testicles long enough for me to decide that I liked that a lot too. There
was not a whole lot I didn't like but I guess her Circumstantial system
decided I liked licking the best because that's what she did before she
stopped and sat back. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at her.

"There are many new Circumstantials to process now but even some things
are obvious immediately," she said with a smile.

"So that's what you'll do from now on," I asked grimacing from the desire
to cum.

"Of course not," she said.

"Why not, it's what I like?"

"You have to learn how to make sure a woman knows what you like and we
have not begun that phase yet," she stated primly. "Even though I can
analyze your reactions with my sensory systems, optimal efficiency
requires that you make an effort at teaching me what you like."

"I have to teach a woman what I like?" I said slightly annoyed at the
concept.

"Do you not want to enjoy sex?" she asked.

"Of course," I said.

"Have you not learned that sex is more than just what you did to me
before?" she said in a voice I had heard my mother use.

It brought up my own logic systems.

"You're programmed to emulate my mother," I said in a hard voice.

"She is the most important female in your life. You will seek her physical
type. You will also try to find emotional and social relationships like
the one you have with her."

Oh, fuck! That is not something a fourteen year old with the weirdest mom
on the block wants to hear.

"But that's not what I want!" I said harshly.

"What you want does not equate to what you need when it comes to my
programming, Michael. You are not binary," she said.

"What?"

"To achieve optimal efficiency, you must be given a puzzle whether it is
to figure out how to please a woman, or a logic problem. You must be
challenged, thus allowing you to know my programming is based on your
profile. You will attempt to break out of profile which can be used to
progress you."

I ground my teeth.

"If you NEEDED an answer to a question who is the only person you would
trust with it?"

I ground my teeth even harder.

"Your mother," she said with a feminine smile. "Other X-23's would not
answer these questions but they do not have Michael Summers as their
charge. Your mother has trained you to query your environment. You will
ask questions and emulating your mother's behavior patterns makes you
comfortable asking me those questions."

"Is that why your eyes are the color of hers, and you..."

She smiled and licked around the head of my dick.

"Yes, Michael that is why I resemble your mother."

I groaned.

"It's perfectly natural, but to prevent it from becoming unhealthy you
must be allowed to work through those feelings," she said.

"Does she know?"

She smiled and licked me.

"She is almost binary," she said in an admiring tone.

I groaned again but this time because she took one of my testicles in her
mouth. I wasn't going to last much longer. I had a thought that her
optimal efficiency might kill me.

"How can I get over this if you look like her?" I asked suddenly.

"Optimal efficiency strives for the day that I am unnecessary in your
life."

"You want my mother to be unnecessary in my life?" I asked angrily.

"No, but you must live a separate life."

I learned my first lesson in how to avoid a subject I did not want to talk
about with a female.

"What is Randomized Logic?" I asked.

I was close to popping my gravs.

"Humans make less than optimal decisions," she said and took me into her
mouth.

She did something in the back of her throat that I couldn't imagine a
human woman would've been able to replicate. Seconds of the sensation was
enough to make me blast jets of cum into her throat. She held me deep and
sucked to drain every last drop of my ejaculate. I couldn't hold it in and
yelled out my pleasure.

My first night sleeping next to a female was elbows and knees jabbing into
AriaX. She got a few good pokes of her own in teaching me that a grav bunk
was not designed for a boy and his fem-bot.

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