Cyndi Cyber

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Chapter 1

"She's a knockout, Frank, but does she give good head?" That was the first thing George said when he saw Cyndi as she opened the door to let him into my apartment.

"Come on in, George. Cyndi, get George a beer."

We both fixed our gaze her size 2 body as she sauntered off in high heels with absolute grace towards the kitchen. Well, that was the problem. Cyndi wasn't really a she. In fact, she was delivered just a week ago. Cyndi was one of the latest models from CyberSapien, Inc.

"Tell me all about her," George continued, "Is she good in bed?"

"Is that all you think about?" I laughed back blushing slightly - oh yes, I used her for masturbation but she was still "inexperienced" when it came to sex. What I did, I guess was done years ago with blow up dolls. What I told George was, "I didn't get her for that. She has a basic software package plus what I've been able to train her on this week."

"So why did you make her the way you did?"

"Actually, she's a standard model. I had to pick a gender, so I picked female. I had enough living with guys in college."

I went on as I went down her specification sheet. "She's 5 foot 2, proportional to a weight of 105 lbs and is set to appear as 21 years of age. As for her face, Cyndi has many "twins" but she is a limited edition."

"Her skin color is centered on DEB8A7 with standard variations. I elected the get the option that shows the subtle tanning associated with wearing clothes."

"I picked a standard hair color and length. She has only the basic package on grooming it. I'd either have to take her to a hairdresser or buy her a module that will train her to do it herself. The same goes for makeup."

George laughed, "You mean to tell me she looks that good, just getting out of bed?"

"Well, that's the other thing. She doesn't sleep. She is capable of a sleep mode so it looks like she is sleeping, but she is 'awake' all the time."

Continuing with the specification sheet I said, "I only have a couple of outfits for her. I really do have to get her something more practical to keep house in. I have a complete spec sheet on all of her sizes."

I stopped and laughed, "At least that's one thing I won't have to worry about. She will wear what I buy for her and she will wear it when I instruct her to wear it. Can you imagine any real women getting along with just a handful of shoes?"

George was impatient, "So what does she do?"

"As I said, she has a basic software package. She does housekeeping, laundry and cooking. She knows how to operate basic household appliances. For example, I didn't get a childcare module installed. She wouldn't know how to change a diaper if her life, or whatever she calls her life, depended on it."

"I think the first module I am going to buy for her is an extended cooking module. Her menu is rather limited, and I taught her … or rather she downloaded at my command a couple of new meals. But rather than buy them piecemeal, I'd rather buy the whole package. The whole package contains a 'creativity' module that will allow her to figure out how to use existing foods in my pantry, and how to adjust recipes based on my feedback on meals served."

This was hardly true. I was already working on getting one of the so-called "sex" modules I've heard so much about. While it was a generally known fact that cyber-sapiens were used for masturbation by both sexes, true sex modules were left to a special market. I guess this was sort of like the adult book stores and sex toy shops of yesteryear. Even in this enlightened century, people still had problems with what consenting adults, or in this case a consenting adult and a machine, did with each other in private.

Women's groups in particular didn't want to compete with machines for sex. I considered this to be somewhat of a double standard since I've heard stories about the male models and their capabilities. No human male could possibly compete with a penis that is built to a specified length, width and shape, erects on command, stays that way for as long as the woman wants it, and vibrates.

I already had Cyndi browsing the web for some sexual activities I would like. Web browsing for her was different than it was for me. I had to use a keyboard, mouse and monitor. She just had to be within range of the transmitter.

I've already "taught" her how to give me a hand job, but it was "mechanical" there was no "feeling" in it. As with the cooking module, without the full programming behind her, she would be just going through the motions.

I must have been daydreaming. From a distance, I heard George, "Earth to Frank, come in, Frank."

I laughed, "I'm sorry, my mind wandered off, and I had a hard time finding it."

"Speaking of hard times," George continued, "Do you think she could do a strip tease for us?"

It was my turn to laugh, "That would require a dancing module. This mama don't dance and she certainly don't rock and roll. But it's a good idea. If I bought her a dancing module, she could teach me how to dance."

"Can I see what she looks like?"

"You mean you want to see her naked."

George nodded. I shrugged.

"Cyndi, stand in the middle of the room and take your clothes off." I noticed that she stood precisely at what could have been at the point of intersecting diagonals from the opposite vertices of the room. How does an artificial life form interpret "middle?" I guess without these many so-called modules, a literal interpretation is the only way. If she has such a problem with the concept of "middle" how is she ever going to learn the nuances of sex?

Cyndi was, however, smart enough to see that we were looking at her, and that further orders were not forthcoming. I did have to train her not to respond with a "Yes, Frank" every time I gave her an order. If I had visual contact with her, and she understood the order, I told her that she could "assume" that I know she got the order.

Cyndi quite calmly stood before George and me and started disrobing. To my eye, there was no sensuality to it at all. She took off her clothing one item at a time, folded it, and put it on a nearby chair. Messiness was not in her makeup.

Soon she stood before us completely naked. I suppose I could have told her to leave her heels on. A real woman might have.

She had the perfectly proportioned body. At least my definition and specification of what a perfectly proportioned body was. CyberSapien allowed you to specify not only height, but also how that height was distributed. I wanted long legs, and I got them. Said legs were shaped in a slightly athletic configuration. The calf was nicely developed, but not overly muscular.

The legs went into a set of hips that were perhaps a little wider than some consider ideal. I ordered them that way to counterbalance the little extra on her rear end. I was surprised how wide CyberSapien would allow you to order this part. Mine was a step or two larger than standard.

Up front, her pubic area was lightly haired and anatomically correct. The problem was it was not physiologically correct. It had the look, but not the feel of the real thing. There was no responsiveness. There was no lubrication. She didn't get wet, and there was no way she was going to experience orgasm.

She just lay there. I joked, "You can at least pretend you like it." Her response was based on a general concept of "like" which to her meant smile, giggle and laugh - hardly the thing a guy wants to hear in bed.

Once I got over the insult, or came to the realization that Cyndi was incapable of intentionally insulting, I actually laughed. Cyndi, being taught to laugh when those about her did, joined in. However the mood was ruined. I really needed one of those modules.

Her breasts were small, but firmly shaped. They were actually a step or two down from the standard model. They felt exactly like the real thing, but again elicited no response to whatever I did to them. In the deluxe childrearing models the breasts actually synthesize milk from ingested raw materials. I really didn't need that.

I had Cyndi pirouette slowly for us so we could take in her perfection. She did so without the slightest trace of self-consciousness.

Receiving no further orders, she simply stood there in front of us. I nudged George, "seen enough?" He nodded.

"OK, Cyndi, you may go about your business."

Apparently that was an incomplete order as Cyndi responded, "Do you wish me to resume my clothes?"

"Yes, resume your clothes," I said woodenly. Must she always be so damned clinical? I was warned about this. Eventually she would adapt my manner of speech, although there was a module for that too! I selected the voice, and a rather bland dialect. I toyed with the idea of a French or British accent, but decided against it. She could speak any number of languages and in any accent and with any idioms, if only you could afford the damned modules!

"Cyndi, fix us some snacks."

"What shall I prepare?" came the response. Damn! I wanted to scream at her, "Use some imagination!" But how can a machine, no matter how intelligent, have the smallest bit of imagination. She had to be taught to imagine, or at least how to simulate imagination.

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