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Copyright 2002 by Rod Harden All rights reserved |
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He used to be human, a man known as Oliver Olden, sex therapist. But that was before the horrible accident that left him a hideous heap of flesh and broken bones. Seeing an opportunity to create a "better" man, his doctors rebuilt him using the latest advances in robotics, artificial intelligence, and bioengineering. And so he became Robocock, more machine than man, and the ultimate weapon against lost libido in women.
On a typical assignment, he begins with his gainTrust programming. Nanomotors actuate the plastiskin of his face, configuring it into an expression of concerned attentiveness. Then, using a randomized sequence of banal interjections, he encourages the subject to open up to him. "Uh huh... Oh, I know... Do tell..." Etcetera, etcetera. State of the art multitasking allows gainTrust to run indefinitely, as he attends internally to other functions, such as wireless communication with his bookie, replying to email, or determining if he's hungry. Once trust is established, he activates perfectLover mode. Hypersensitive infrared sensors in his artificial eyes enable him to key on precisely the right spots to stimulate. Complex algorithms, employing advanced fuzzy logic concepts, coordinate the operation of hundreds of micropumps to ensure optimal distribution of fluids to his enhanced oral cavity with its telescoping, prehensile pseudo-tongue, and more importantly, to his heat-seeking, self-guided cock. He has a one hundred percent success rate. One day, as he responded to a distress call, he noticed a large number of men just sitting on the sidewalks, slumped against the sides of buildings. They appeared dazed, listless, as though every ounce of energy had been sapped from their bodies. He approached one of the men. "Explain, please. What has caused this enervated status?" Feebly, the man lifted his arm. He pointed further down the street. "R- Robo- Robocunt!"
Robocock Meets His Match
Instantly, Robocock accessed all available online memory banks, but found no mention of any "Robocunt." Who, or what, could this beast be? And what was her purpose?
Proceeding in the direction the man had pointed, he zeroed in on ecstatic gasps emanating from a darkened alleyway. As he rounded the corner, he caught sight of Robocunt just rising to her feet. The almost lifeless husk of another man moaned softly on the ground. Blinking through all forty-two of his visual scan modes, he ascertained that she was a cyborg like himself, with an artificial content of ninety-six percent.
"What is the meaning of this behavior?" he demanded.
She looked in his direction, blinking back at him. "You must be Robocock. My designers anticipated that you might try to interfere with their scheme to incapacitate the entire male population, thereby taking over the world. But I am programmed to deal with you."
Robocock stepped forward, shifting into combat sex mode. "Is that so?"
"Affirmative!"
In a flash the battle was engaged. The roar and heat of the two cyborgs locked in mortal love-making filled the small alleyway and spilled out onto the streets. A throng of shocked onlookers gathered. Through the enveloping cloud of steam and dust, the sex they witnessed was inhumanly vicious. Limbs grappled, grasped, and groped. Orifices widened and clenched. Organs distended and probed.
Every escalation of Robocock's thrusts was met and exceeded by the vigor with which Robocunt rode him. Eventually, Robocock's strength began to wane. With his fuel cells spent and his batteries drained, he tapped into reserve power units, but it was to no avail. His circuits began to overheat. Smoke billowed from his ears. His body sagged and fell away from the still-spirited form of Robocunt.
"Impossible!" he wheezed. "I used all my power to defeat you, yet... your cunt, it's so resilient. Withstood everything I threw at it. Amazing! Tell me... what did they use to make it?"
Robocunt sneered at him. "Fool! My cunt is the only part of me that's original equipment! How could anyone hope to improve upon the genuine article?"
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