A story (C) 2004 by ZUSTARA ORUR. Contact address: zustara@hotmail.com 2.0 May not be redistributed, commercial use prohibited!
Please see chapter 1 for standard disclaimer blurb and such.
8 - Can he feel?
Another shrug. "The positron flow through the pathways of my brain occurs at greater speed and efficiency if I know I am well liked and doing a good job. I suppose you could call that a feeling of 'joy'... Likewise, if I know people are upset with me, that makes my brain perform less efficiently, and I suppose that would mirror the feeling of 'sadness' in a human. Apart from that, I'm not sure really. I haven't been operational for very long, I guess I haven't had time to learn yet."
"Don't you have 'robot school' or such before they let you leave the factory...or something?"
"No Bri. My brain is pre-programmed with all the information it's thought I'm going to need. Though going through my internal records, it does seem my checkout was unusually brief before I was activated and delivered to your father..."
Brian felt curious. Simon was easily the most fascinating person he'd ever met! "So, how 'old' are you then?", he asked and continued to hug the other boy close to his chest. Then his hand stole down to Simon's pants and unzipped them, giving him full access to Simon's dick. It was really hard, and the tip was all slimy, but for some reason that didn't bother Brian at all, it simply made it even nicer to rub the other kid's dickhead.
Simon twitched again, and felt a small quantity of slimy fluid pump out of his stiff dick and into Brian's hand, not in another orgasm, just as a reaction to the stimulation he was subjected to. "I-I'm a little over sixteen...hours...old", he gasped softly, and then leaned in to give his master another soft kiss just to give something back to the human who was filling him with all these glorious sensations. They separated after staying lip-locked for more than twenty seconds. Simon's primary chronometer timed the experience down to a fraction of a billionth of a second, but for some reason that piece of information felt irrelevant. What counted was that the experience had felt... Eternal. Wonderful. His master was so kind to him, yet there was more to it than that also. Not just kindness, Simon felt.
"Sixteen HOURS, huh?", Brian echoed in awe. "Certainly it must have taken longer to build you than that, right?"
Simon smiled. He found himself doing that a lot around his new young master, and he enjoyed it. His brain functioned extraordinarily smoothly when he was able to smile with his master. "Of course, Bri. A lot longer, several months in fact. But just like the age of a human is counted from birth and not the moment of conception, I count my life from the point I was first activated."
"Hm. Yes, that does make sense", Brian replied after mulling over the other boy's words for a few moments. "So when were you first activated then?"
"June 27, at 2:42 PM. I stayed active for almost twelve and a half hours, going through a standard diagnostic routine to discern if my body and brain was functioning nominally and that the three laws were implemented correctly and fully working. They are, obviously, or else I would have been destroyed immediately."
"And then what?"
"I was re-activated on july 30th, when I met with your father and a US Robotics sales woman. I was asked some questions. Your father decided to lease me." That had been one week previous. "Today I was re-activated again, given one final check-up and then sent home." Simon's voice seemed so natural and content. Like he'd lived with Brian forever and just followed his dad to the sales woman for a little while and then returned again.
Brian smiled, then he almost started crying once he understood what Simon had said. He was speaking about this place. He called it HOME... For some reason the boy felt really touched by those few simple words, they moved him so deeply that he really did almost start to cry, and he hugged the other boy really close.
Maybe it wasn't anything real. Maybe it was similar to an imprinting, like a duckling emerging from its egg, looking around, finding the first moving living creature and latching on to it. Maybe Si had been programmed to latch on to him? But no, he didn't think so. He didn't want it to be that way, he DECIDED it wasn't that way! The way Brian saw it, sure the first law would require Simon to behave politely, even friendly. But there seemed to be more behind it somehow.
"Tell me about you, Si", he asked, fighting to keep his voice steady. "You said your body was...self-replicating? Does that mean you can GROW?"
"Mm-hmm", Simon responded soothingly, knowing how affected his master was all of a sudden. "As long as I stay with you, I will grow at the same pace you do."
"So you can control it?"
"Yes, though the process is controlled by an autonomous function in my brain, I don't have to do all the work myself."
"And heal injuries?"
Simon hugged Brian tighter. "Yes, though if I suffer severe damage it would require maintenance at an approved US Robotics service facility."
"Oh! Like a hospital, right?"
Simon smiled. "Yes, in a way. Though you wouldn't recognize much from a human hospital I'm afraid!"
"So, if you broke a leg or something, how long would it take for it to heal?"
"It's very difficult for my legs to break, they're made of a monocrystalline silicon carbide structure that is much stronger than steel even, yet still flexible to some extent like human bones. Mending a break would take between one to four days depending on how complex the break is. It would require a visit to a 'robot hospital' though." He smiled, and so did Brian too.
9 - Silicon in the flesh.
The boy suddenly got more curious. "Si... You... Your skin is dark. Mine isn't."
"Oh. Does it bother you?" He sounded a little anxious all of a sudden. Simon was a robot after all, but maybe him becoming anxious really did mean he had feelings after all? Brian certainly hoped so, even as he hoped he hadn't hurt those feelings of his new friend!
Brian shook his head firmly. "No, no! It's just that I expected... Well, that I'd get one that looked like me you know. So I'd maybe think he was my brother or something."
"So you'd preferred a brother then instead of me?"
"No, silly! You're FINE! Just fine. But a brother, you can't..." He halted himself before he went there. He wasn't ready. Not yet. "You can't do THESE sort of things with a brother", he said instead and quickly gave Simon another kiss. "So you're even better. And it looks pretty. Your dark skin." He caressed one of the synthetic boy's smooth cheeks. "Anyway... How did you figure out the rules of my little game?"
Simon giggled. "I admit I was cheating I suppose. You see, I have infra-red vision. It's a safety feature in case it's really dark, or you get lost and I need to find you or such. And I saw you... Well, I saw you get an erection. It kind of lit up in your pants you could say!"
Brian giggled! "It did? Wow!" Then he paused. "I got one now too... Would you like to touch it?"
"Can I?", Simon responded carefully, hesitantly.
Simon nodded. He leaned back in his chair, parted his legs a bit and let his arms stretch out on either side. He was getting awfully horny all of a sudden, and his erection grew even stiffer. "Go ahead, Si. You can do it..."
The small robot carefully unbuckled Brian's belt, unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and opened them up. A hard-on poked clearly at the green briefs visible underneath. An olive-colored hand sneaked inside those briefs, carefully touching, cupping. Probing, squeezing. The young boy tensed up and hissed in air through clenched teeth. It was...amazing. Better than he'd dared to dream of. It didn't matter it was a robot touching him. The hand was soft and warm and gentle. It was a boy's hand. Their lips joined, another hand on his neck, his own hands on that other boy's face. Their lips met again, deeper. The lips were moist, and there was a tongue there also belonging to that other boy, and it was pushing at his lips begging for entrance into him, and he let it and it felt good! It felt so good...
He felt a strange kind of heat fill his dick and balls. It felt like he had to take a leak even though he knew he didn't! The other boy kissed Brian again, deeper now than ever, but still oh so gently. Simon did to Brian what Brian had done to Simon, and soon the heat was released. The boy's dick jumped in orgasmic pleasure, but no boy essence filled the olive-skinned boy's hand. Brian was too immature yet. Panting, his heart working like he'd run the old English mile as fast as he could, he felt the other boy place small gentle kisses all over his face, touching every spot he'd kissed with his fingers right afterwards. His dick quickly sprang back to life, eager even though it was smaller than the olive-skinned boy's own organ.
Brian started to giggle. He finally had control of his faculties again. Mental, as well as physical. He could giggle without dying of oxygen starvation. The giggle changed into a quiet laugh! A somewhat embarrassed laugh, because he hadn't expected to go off so easily, and his face blushed cutely. Simon smiled at seeing the boy blush, and he too was so cute with his dark skin and dark eyes and black hair.
"How was that?", that olive-skinned, blue-dressed boy asked.
Brian giggled more, happily. He wanted to say something really special, but was unable to think of anything that would fit the bill. So instead he simply said, "Great!", and smiled. He'd never felt anything quite like it before in his young life. He gave the other boy a sincere hug, showing all the affection he felt in that one hug. Neither boy wanted to let go, they held each other, snuggling up close to each other and kissed softly sometimes, or just tasted each other with their mouths and tongues, nuzzling each other's necks and throats... And above all, felt for each other.
"MMmmhh...", Brian sighed happily. "When's lunch?"
"In two minutes three seconds", Simon responded quietly, almost reluctantly.
Brian sat up sharply. "TWO MINUTES? It's been almost a whole hour already?!" Simon nodded, and actually tried to make the other boy go back to their previous activity! "Jeez, Si! I gotta change clothes! My mom would freak if she saw me in these! And you have to put your socks and underwear back on!" They both giggled. Simon dove down on his knees to fish out his undergarments from where they'd been hidden since Mrs. Fitzgerald's unannounced visit while Brian started to remove his clothes. "Hey, Si...", Brian called out to the other boy who was still down on the floor, having some difficulty retrieving that last sock. "What IS this stuff you squirted on me anyway?"
"Mostly polysaccarides, complex oxygen-carbo-hydrates produced by a gland similar to the human prostate, why do you ask?" His voice sounded a bit muffled, coming from down under the bed. "If you're worried they'll stain your clothes permanently, don't. Plain water will wash it right out."
Brian shrugged. "Don't know. Just curious I guess!" Then he paused. "But Simon... You have testies...! I know you do, I felt them. What are they for then? Nothing but ornaments?"
The small robot had just managed to grab hold of the last sock by almost crawling in under the bed itself. He rightened himself and brushed himself off (Brian sending a quiet apology with his eyes for the apparent lack of cleaning under the bed), then quickly let his jeans drop to the floor again. He was still semi-erect, and Brian looked at him with some fascination. "Actually they too fill a function in my body, but when it comes to sexual activities they're mostly for show. They do provide a minor part of the ejaculate, but... Uh, do you REALLY want to have this technical conversation about how my body works when it's less than a minute left until we're supposed to be downstairs for lunch?"
Brian giggled quickly. "No, not really", he said with a smile. "I think knowing too much about you kind of detracts from the fun you know?" He had already put on a new pair of pants and stuck another thin cotton shirt over his head and was busy pulling his arms through the sleeves. He hoped his parents wouldn't notice it didn't look exactly like the one he'd worn in the morning...
The synthetic boy nodded and smiled. "Yes, I think I understand. Wait... Here, let me help." He adjusted the collar of Brian's shirt for him, making it fit nicely and snugly on his new friend's body. Then the two of them left Brian's room and quickly bounded down the stairs like any pair of eager twelve-year-olds would do.
(My thanks to Nifty!)