Chapter 2
“Fantastic!” Wendell said, standing up. “I know I can always count on you, Aurie.” He put on his coat.
“Where are you going?”
Wendell grimaced. “I’m picking up Zephie. She’s just flown in from Xurex Fashion Week.”
I put up my hand to stop him from explaining. I didn’t need to know all the details. “Of course.”
When Wendell left, I crumpled in my lab chair. He was getting married to the General’s daughter. After everything I’d done for him, he was getting married to someone else.
What hurt the most was that he expected nothing between us to change. He was still going to come all over my tits whenever he wanted, but he was going to go home to a twenty-year-old intergalactic supermodel. None of it seemed fair.
What did I get? Nothing. A big fat nothing.
I sobbed into my lab coat feeling fully sorry for myself. I’d done this. I had no one else to blame.
But it wasn’t true. I did have something. I had my cyborgs. They were my creations.
I stood up and walked over to my cyborg lying on the lab table. He was perfect. Although it was against military guidelines, I’d named him Sterling, a word to describe his premium excellence. He was a work of art.
Right out of the Robotics Academy, my plan had been to start my own cybernetic company that specialized in making cyborgs for social service: nannies, companions, and health care workers. Wendell had convinced me to go into business with him to make cyborg soldiers instead. Creating borgs that were programmed to kill wasn’t my passion. In fact, I carried around guilt that I was part of the war mongering process. It saddened me that my magnificent creations were made in mass production and then sent to their deaths in battles across the galaxies.
I looked down at Sterling. He was truly beautiful: angular cheekbones, square jaw, big ocean blue eyes, broad shoulders, a corded abdomen, strong muscular thighs and big powerful arms. Wendell’s changes included decreasing Sterling’s eye diameter, scaling back muscle mass by 5%, and reshaping his nose to a less pleasing shape.
“We don’t want these killing machines to be gorgeous hunks!” Wendell had said in his email.
No, Wendell didn’t want the cyborgs to be gorgeous. I was more inclined to the idea.
I connected Sterling to my computer and the additive manufacturing modeler. I was going to make some changes, but not the ones Wendell wanted.
I increased Sterling’s muscle mass by 10% and decreased his body fat percentage to 8%. For fun, I gave him long eyelashes. Something I wanted to do for so long, but Wendell wouldn’t allow such a frivolous detail.
Another frivolous detail in Wendell’s opinion: cock size. I increased Sterling’s cock length to a full ten inches and increased his girth by 10%. He now had a nice long fat cock. The kind of dick a beautiful face like his deserved.
Sterling was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. He was constructed straight from my wildest dreams, but my work was not yet done. I stripped the military soldier programming and replaced it with the loving companion software I’d been working on as a side project. I was sick of making killing machines.
When Wendell returned at noon with his fiancée, Sterling was ready for the presentation. He and Zephie walked into the lab. I couldn’t hate the girl. It wasn’t her fault Wendell was a two timing bastard.
Zephie had on a light blue shift dress and heels. She was prettier in person than in the magazines. She waved shyly. “Hi. I’m Zephie.”
I smiled genuinely. “Nice to meet you, Zephie. I’m Aurie.”
Her violet eyes flitted around the lab until they rested on Sterling, who was covered from his waist down with a sheet. She walked over to him with Wendell close behind. “Is this a cyborg?”
“It is.”
She examined Sterling’s stunning face. “I’ve never seen a cyborg so handsome before.”
Wendell stepped closer. “Aurie, I thought you were going to make some modifications?”
“Oh. Don’t worry. I did.”
Wendell flashed me a look of confusion. “But, his face? His musculature? If anything, he looks more ripped.”
Zephie broke in, looking at me. “I think he’s perfect.”
“Thank you.” I liked her already.
“I’m ready to see what you have for me,” General Kyozo said as he walked in. A group of five military advisors filed in behind him.
Wendell gave me a wary look before he said, “We are ready for you!”
“I can’t wait.” The General kissed his daughter on the cheek and shook Wendell’s hand. “Shall we begin?”
I jumped in. “I thought I’d present the cyborg to you, sir.”
The General extended a hand to me. “Of course. Thank you, Aurie.”
Wendell’s face clouded over in worry. “Are you sure? You usually leave these kinds of things to me. I have more of the personality for presenting.” He offered a fake helpless laugh.
“Don’t worry, Wendell. Since I designed and programmed him, I think I should present him.” I wanted to laugh in his face, but I continued on, looking at the General. “Before I biovive the cyborg, I’ll tell you his specs.”
The General and his advisors nodded.
“He has regenerating capacity. Any injuries to his skin will heal themselves with synthetic cells. His skeletal system is comprised of titanium metal. His cognitive system, his brain, so to speak, is constructed with my patented AI cognition software enabling him to make decisions, have feelings, and think.”
The General crinkled his eyes. “I’m unsure we want a cyborg soldier to be able to have feelings. We just need him to follow orders.”
I ignored the General’s comments. With the flick of a switch, I biovived Sterling. A few moments later, he sat up. “Hello. I’m Sterling.”
Wendell sighed in frustration. “Aurie, these things shouldn’t have names.”
“Things?”
He put a hand on his hip trying to hold in his anger. “Yes. These cyborgs are things!”
Sterling blinked his beautiful blue eyes with his lush eyelashes. “My name is Sterling. I am a sentient being handcrafted by Dr. Aurie Grexler. I am not a human, but I am also not a thing.”
I smiled at Wendell. “You heard him.”
Zephie laughed.
Sterling swung his legs over the side of the lab table. He hopped off, and the sheet fell at his feet revealing his mammoth cock.
Zephie let out a loud gasp. “Oh my god! It’s huge!”
Sterling put his hands on hips and modeled his cock from side to side. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Courtesy of Dr. Aurie Grexler.” He looked over to me and winked. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
I felt my heart melting. I’d created a monster. A hot sexy one with gigantic cock.
General Kyozo shook his head. “Wendell, I’m sorry, but this is not what we need. He’s charming, witty, and gorgeous. Not a killing machine.”
Sterling interjected. “Oh no. I am not a killing machine. I am not programmed to fight.”
Wendell held his hand up. “I’m sorry, General Kyozo. We can fix this.” He pointed his finger at me. “Aurie, fix this!”
“Fix it yourself.” I shrugged with a bored look on my face.
Wendell laughed nervously, his eyes darting from side to side at the room full of people. “You know I can’t do that, Aurie,” he muttered softly.
I crossed my arms looking around the room. “Why is that Wendell? You can’t program a cyborg? You can’t construct one from scratch? Because I can.”
Sterling, still naked, smiled broadly. “She can!”
Zephie stared at Wendell curiously.
General Kyozo narrowed his eyes at Wendell. “Can you program in cybernetics?”
The entire room waited for Wendell’s response. He cleared his throat. “No. I can’t.”
The General shook his head. “I’m sorry, son. We’re going to have to work with your competitor. We need deadly killing machines. Not deadly handsome lotharios.”
Sterling smiled. “Why thank you, General.”
Zephie laughed again. “I like him.” She looked over at me. “Great work, Aurie.
Chapter 3
Wendell had a dark suit in the office that I gave to Sterling to put on. It was ill-fitting because Sterling was taller and more muscular than Wendell, but he still looked fabulous. I’d been able to keep my emotions in check during the presentation and when telling Wendell off, but in my hover vehicle, I exploded into tears.
Luckily, my hovie was self-driving and knew where my condo was, enabling me to sob wildly to my heart’s content
“I can’t believe I just did that!” I sobbed.
Sterling put his arms around me. “Please don’t cry, Dr. Grexler.” He handed me a handkerchief.
I blew my nose into it. “Call me, Aurie.”
He cupped my chin in his hands. “Aurie, please don’t cry.”
His voice was a deep sexy baritone that soothed me. Of course, it did! I programmed him to sound like that.
He brought his lips to mine and kissed me. A fiery charge of electricity sparked between us. I nearly forgot he wasn’t human. That was how passionate the kiss was.
But, I pulled away. It was my programming that made him so ardent. His kiss wasn’t genuine, which meant my artificial intelligence program was phenomenal. It also meant that although Sterling’s affection was nearly believable, it was completely synthetic just like his skin, his skeletal system, and his damn gorgeous face. I’d created him. He was the living, walking, and breathing creation of my wildest fantasies.
Sterling took my face in his hands again and tried to kiss me.
“I can’t,” I said looking away, out the window at the colorful looming city beneath us as we floated above.
“Why?” His face looked genuinely upset.
“Because this isn’t real. You are only acting this way because you’re programmed. A man like you would never be interested in me.”
Sterling’s eyes watered. Wow! I’d really outdone myself. My AI program was a work of genius. He had real tears in his eyes.
He put a hand to his chest. “What I feel inside for you is real.”
I cut my eyes at him. “I assure you. It’s not real.”
He took my hand in his. “Do you think I’m just a thing? An object? Like Dr. Turner?”
“Dr. Turner is a jack ass.”
“But do you think like he does? Do you not think I can feel?”
It was unfair for me to be so harsh with Sterling. He was new to this world, to sentience in general. I should have known to be kind. He couldn’t help his programming.
I squeezed his hand. “I think you can feel. Yes, I do, Sterling.”
He brought me close to him. “Then, kiss me.”
“Arrival: home,” my hovie said.
The butterfly doors of the vehicle opened. I moved to climb out.
“No, wait!” Sterling insisted.
He jumped out of his side of the car and quickly hustled to me. He held out his hand to me. What a gentleman. Who said chivalry was dead? When it could be programmed.
I stepped out of the hovie with Sterling gripping tightly to my hand.
He took then workbag from me. “Let me, please.”
Inside my condo, the lights flickered on. “Welcome, Dr. Grexler,” my home AI greeted me.
“Hey, Alistair,”
“You have a guest. Shall I get the guest room ready?”
I walked into the kitchen with Sterling behind me. “Yes, please.”
“Alistair, that won’t be necessary. I will be staying in Dr. Grexler’s quarters.”
“Very well, sir.” Alistair said. “And you are?”
“I’m Sterling.”
“Nice to meet you, Sterling. Welcome.”
Before I could protest, my phone rang. It was Wendell. I stared at his name on the screen debating whether I should talk to him.
Sterling took the phone from me and placed it in a drawer. “Don’t talk to him. At least, for now.”
A few moments later, my phone rang again. I reached for the drawer, but Sterling took my hand.
“He’s just going to keep calling.” I knew Wendell. He could be persistent.
“Let him.”
Tears welled in my eyes again. This was really happening. The end of Wendell and I. Although our pairing wasn’t a perfect one and I’d sacrificed so much to have him in my life, it still hurt. He’d been in my life since college.
There was a slow burn of something missing in my life already. What would I do without him?
Sterling took me into his arms. “I understand this relationship you had with Dr. Turner is difficult for you to let go of.”
I nodded sobbing into his chest.
“But, from what I gathered, he is not good to you. He talks to you like you’re a dog. You deserve so much more than he is willing to give.”
I continued to cry, but he lifted my chin with his fingertips to look at him. His smell was intoxicating: cedar, spice, and a biochemical pheromone that I’d created to increase attraction. My heart began to beat wildly in my chest. His strong arms around me felt incredible.
When he leaned down to kiss me, I didn’t fight it. A part inside of me tried to, but ultimately I couldn’t. Sterling was my perfect creation. He was everything I was attracted to. My dreams of the perfect man. I’d even programmed him with an IQ of 230. He was beautiful, exceedingly intelligent, kind, and hung.
His cock was now pushing up against my thigh. Thinking about the immense size and girth of his cock that I’d sculpted myself drove my lust for him further. I ran my hands up and down his muscular torso. His skin was soft and smooth. My hands trailed down to his perfect ass while his hands roamed my body kneading my lush breasts and squeezing my ass.
We were lost in a torrent of frenzied lust and emotion. He unbuttoned my shirt, and I gently let it fall off my shoulders. He stepped back and looked at me.
“Damn. You’re so beautiful.”
I blushed and pulled him to me, but he stopped me. He pulled down my skirt. Standing in my bra and panties, his eyes slowly traveled up and down my body. Pure desire was in his eyes.
“Will you undress for me?” he asked as he took off his suit jacket. “I want to watch you.”
I unhooked my bra and let my breasts spill out. Sterling let out a small gasp while he undid his pants. “Fuck, Aurie. You’re so hot!”
He dropped his pants. Then, he was standing there with his giant cock in his hand gazing at me. “Slip your panties off.”
I hooked my thumbs in my thong and slowly tugged them down. When I was completely naked, Sterling grazed my breasts and torso with one hand while the other stroked his massive cock. He turned me around examining my body with desire.
“So fucking hot.” He bent me over the counter. I turned my head back to look at him. HIs eyes were focused on my ass. “That ass!”
He smoothed his palm across my ass cheeks murmuring, “You are a thing of beauty,”
Then, he reached between my legs. I was already soaking wet, my juices running down my inner thighs. He moaned at the slickness of my lips. “You’re so wet, Aurie.”
His hand squeezed my ass again and then cupped it gently. He jiggled the cheek lightly. “That ass. Mmm.”
He turned me around to face him. “Do you know how amazing you are?”
My cheeks were on fire with his adoration for me. He picked me up with his strong hands and placed me on the counter. He stepped back again. “I could just come looking at you.”
He gripped my thighs with authority and spread them open. “I’ve got to taste your pussy.”
He dove between my legs and devoured my cunt licking and kissing like a starved man. I placed my hands behind me to hold myself up. I wanted to watch this beautiful man eat my pussy.
“It taste so good,” he purred.
With his tongue, he darted up and around my clit with rapid luscious strokes. It was too much for me. I couldn’t contain my erupting desire. An orgasm crashed throughout me making me scream out. I’d never been eaten like that before.
Sterling stood up with that enormous cock in his hand. “Your pussy is even wetter now.”
He picked me up off the counter and plunged his dick inside me with one smooth motion. Wendell wasn’t small, but he certainly wasn’t as big as Sterling. Sterling’s cock hit me right back in that tender spot. Another overwhelming orgasm built and crashed making me throw my head back and moan.
“You look so hot when you come,” Sterling grunted thrusting into me harder.
The tension was building inside me again. I couldn’t believe I was coming again so quickly. I cried out. After recovering, I said, “I can’t take anymore, Sterling.”
He smiled and narrowed his eyes pumping into me faster. Then, he grunted loudly and stopped. Pulling out of me, he leaned down and kissed me. “That was amazing.”
“Did you come?” I asked.
Sterling nodded. “I did. My first one. It was wonderful.”
I hadn’t programmed Sterling to have orgasms. He was a cyborg. How was that possible?
“How are you able to do that?”
“I don’t come with cum, but I can come in an emotional and physical sense.” He kissed me again.
That was incredibly intriguing to me. My cyborg was garnering abilities I hadn’t even known were possible.
He picked me up of the counter and carried me to my bedroom.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I want to cuddle you and hold you in my arms,” he explained.
I laughed nervously. “You don’t have to do that, Sterling. It’s fine.”
He looked at me seriously. “Oh, but I really want to. Please. For me?”
He laid me down on the bed and climbed in behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. “What would sex be if there wasn’t cuddling afterwards?”
After a few moments, I tried to get up. I wasn’t used to cuddling. After all the years sleeping with Wendell, he never wanted to cuddle. It was completely new to me.
Sterling held onto me tighter and urged, “Just relax with me for a little while.”
“I need to get dinner started and… and…” I stammered.
“Alistair, please prepare a meal for Aurie,” Sterling said.
“Yes, sir. What would you like, Dr. Grexler?”
Alistair was well equipped to prepare my meals, but living alone for most of my life, I usually cooked as a way to pass the time. My nights at home could be lonely. Time had a way of stretching itself forebodingly before me when I had all that time alone.
“Surprise me, Alistair,” I said.
“Certainly.”
Sterling kissed the back of my neck. “See. Simple as that. Dinner is taken care of. Now, we can spend some time together.”
He squeezed me again and rocked me side to side. “Happiness is new to me, and I love it. I am happy with you.”
Sterling was intoxicating. He was so kind and warm hearted. It was easy to forget that he was a cyborg. That’s what worried me.