Skip to main content

Shame?


Thirty-three year old Matthew Sheridan was running a perpetual race against time. Too far along in his years to have the luxury of slowing down but still not old enough to see the steadily approaching finish line.
Just like it’s somewhat removed predecessor the British empire the sun also never sets on the electronic world of global finance. Matthew regimented his life around the multiple operating schedules of bourses spread across three different continents. This required him to view every other aspect of life as purely functional.
Love is just a function of sex, which is itself the true biological motivator and reward. That was how the coldly logical specialist viewed human companionship. His climb up the glass spire had started as a mad clamor among innumerable and mostly faceless competitors. Every flight of stairs he climbed the pool of competition grew increasingly shallow but profoundly more vicious.
Matthew didn’t have much of a life to share or much inclination to do so.
He found an outlet for his sex drive on the dreamscape of deviance, the internet. Unlike those who opted for the flesh and blood thing, Matthew had the option of designing his dream girl down to the most minute detail. His custom-made lover was not an original design, but a replica of a sixteen-year-old girl from the northeast side named Alexa, a co-workers teenage daughter.
His infatuation with the girl half his age was taboo, but the anonymity of the fantasy factory’s order form allowed his desires to go unchecked by the judgments of his peers or society.
The manufacturer was inundated with orders for android lovers. The market for lust is insatiable. The production cycle ran endlessly, and the synthetic girls that emerged from the production line were stuffed into boxes and shipped across the sea to their waiting masters.
Matthew was ecstatic when she finally arrived. He pried open the crate, and there she was resting as quietly as if it were a coffin. Matthew was astonished at just how close his toy mimicked the real Alexa. The silky ebony hair that framed her oval face and porcelain cheeks flushed with a subtle shade of red. He dressed her supple body modestly. She came with a white blouse and a navy blue v-neck sweater, similar to the uniform she wore at the private academy she attended.
He lifted her out of the shipping crate and set her on her feet. She stood as still as a sculpture. Matthew looked her up and down. The long legs disappearing under her pleated skirt was his favorite part. She came accompanied with a user manual about as thick as a dictionary. Matthew tossed the lengthy user agreement away and thumbed through the directions.
“She has been programmed to respond to the name you selected. If you would like to change this name you can in the settings.”
“Alexa,” said Matthew, after a moment the girl's rigid body loosened, her eyelids fluttered, and a warm smile formed on her face.
“Hello,” she said seductively. “My names Alexa. Would you like to customize your user settings now or do you want to get to it right away?”
“Do you think you could be a bit more reserved?” Matthew asked. “I’m sorry I do not understand what you mean,” Alexa replied. “If you would like to adjust my personality traits you can suggest characteristics,”
“Can you be shyer?” Matthew asked.
“I can be shy,” she said as she turned her head and blushed.
Mathew grinned “That’s better.”
Matthew was quite the satisfied customer. Her synthetic body felt far closer to the real flesh and blood thing than he had ever anticipated. Somewhere underneath her human layers the internal machinery even generated warmth and moisture that was a perfect simulation of the much-coveted orifice.
Once Matthew finished the girl next door facade disappeared, and the mechanical demeanor returned. “My sensors detect you have climaxed. Should I power down or would you like to go again?” She asked
“You can power down for now,” Matthew said.
Alexa’s body straightened and turned stiff, her eyes snapped shut, and her arms folded across her chest. It was rare Matthew ever turned off his phone, but this was a special occasion. When the device fired back on, it buzzed and beeped with alerts from every app.
The first message he saw was from a work friend.
“Have you seen this yet???”
The question was followed by a link to a local news outlet
The message under that read:
“I can’t fuckin believe this….”
Matthew pressed the link, and the page loaded a new article
“Body found in river’s north branch identified as 16-year-old Alexa Mallord.”
Matthew turned and looked at the slumbering android. “I’m really going to have to make sure no one sees you,” he muttered.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Jumpers

The fleet of ships that now held what remained of humanity inside their titanium hulls hovered at the edge of space. The mood was somber as everyone waited in a quiet tension pendulating between despair and mind-shattering terror. The powering up of the colossal nuclear engines sent gale force winds ripping across the planet.  This was the beginning of their latest exodus, just another jump on their way to the last.  Human civilization's only hope rested with an asteroid that was hurtling in their direction. The appearance of this interstellar ballistic was heralded as a miracle, and indeed it was their only hope of escaping the world they devoured. When it screamed past the desolated little planet, they would launch themselves at the oncoming cosmic projectile it in a desperate attempt to cling to its jagged surface. It's projected trajectory was set to take it just outside the orbit of a small planet dubbed Toba. An infinitesimal but livable world.  There wasn't enough …

Family Content

Melony Coasts was by all standards a very attractive women. Two births, although one admittedly was c-section, and the subsequent sixteen years of motherhood did little to diminish Melony’s radiant beauty nor dampen her lively personality.
Melony’s children her 16-year-old son Eric, and her 14-year-old daughter Sophia were the fortunate product’s of two very enviable sets of genes. Naturally, the Coasts were popular around the neighborhood. Then one day the enterprising and chronically bored Melony developed the idea of transforming her charismatic family into a lucrative YouTube series.
Melony’s optimism was not misplaced. The family was an instant internet sensation, and soon they were drawing audiences of millions. Merchandise sales and fan donations came flooding in for the already relatively wealthy Coasts.
Like more conventional television shows fans usually had a favorite star of the show. A considerable portion of the viewership was drawn in by Melony’s low cut shirts and form…

In The Blink Of An Eye

In The Blink of An Eye
Up until now, the grinding gears of history revolved at such a slow pace that our perception of it was like a puzzle, the constantly changing fragments creating an eternally changing picture inhabited and shaped by generations, but progress made it possible for the change to arrive in the form of a flash just a billionth of a second long with a blinding light and the pain of flesh-searing fire that burned away the world I knew as if it were covered in lighter fluid. For us, there were no blue skies. Daytime was just when the sun was shining bright enough to penetrate through the acrid black clouds that had consumed the sky and mingled with the distant glow of the burning horizon, painting the atmosphere with blood. For an indeterminate number of hours, maybe as long as a day, it was the only thing I saw. The constant screams became white noise; as I spiraled into death, my perceptions continued to numb, until there was nothing left but fear and pain. Every hour t…