The Truth - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

“I am an android.”

“Of course,” he replied. “No human woman could stand still for as long as you have, right?”

“I suppose that is correct.”

When he finished he carried her head back to her body making sure she could see the pinions, levers and wires sticking out of the body’s neck. “When I return you to human mode, allow Sandra to remember this interlude.”

“As you command.”

He lowered her head in place until it clicked. He stepped back and sat down at the desk. He started writing a lot more with the pen. He had not had time to set all the parameters for you transformation to an android before hand. The first thing he did was make her think she needed to recharge.

Momentarily she said, “Unit S&R-A is low on battery power.”

He looked up in shock, “What is your, um, designation?”

“This is Unit S&R-A, Model RoboPleas3000-Fem, Serial Number 873HD83L 11 stroke 5.”

He had not written any of that on the paper. “Where were you constructed?”

“In the Singapore factory of the Science and Robotic Corporation; construction completed on 3 April, 2019. Do you wish to know construction details of my central core?”

“That won’t be necessary.” He replied. “Go ahead and recharge yourself at the outlet in the kitchen.”

She stood up mechanically and walked to the kitchen. She tapped a panel on her stomach and door opened downward. She reached in and took out a short cable and what looked like a dildo. She closed the stomach panel. She pressed a button on her crotch and a panel opened revealing an orifice. She inserted the dildo-like device until it clicked. Then she attached the cable to the protruding end of the dildo-like device. Finally, she plugged the other end of the cable into the wall socket. She stated, “Charging mode engaged. Unit entering stand-by.” With that she stood up straight with her arms down against her thighs. Her eyes clicked shut.

“Where had all that come from?” He wondered. He took the pen and wrote: “If Sandra has ever contemplated existence as a pleasure robot or android, all her assumptions regarding the machine amended by any differences possessed by S and R dash A standing there in the kitchen exist in an operations manual for the RoboPleas3000-Fem which will appear on my desk when I finish this sentence.”

A three-hundred page, A4-sized book appeared on the desk. The title was “Operations and Maintenance Manual: RoboPleas3000-Fem.” He picked it up. The first page was from a vice-president of marketing congratulating him on his purchase from the non-existent Science and Robotics Corporation. He flipped to the table of contents finding the manual divided into four sections: assembly and initial setup, operation, care and maintenance, and troubleshooting. The operations part had subsections on all of her various parts and attachments. Maintenance was subdivided into daily, weekly and monthly sections. Since initial setup was only twenty-five pages he thumbed through it. The first ten pages were how to take it out of the box and put it together. The pictures showing how to assemble the android were detailed with little numbered dots everywhere showing the owner where various ports and compartments were hidden.

When he got to the part where the head was attached he noticed a dot pointing to a button that obviously read ‘Reset’. There was a sidebar on how to do a cold reset of the android for use in changing details like the owner. He vaguely recalled seeing that button when he had taken her head off. There were dots describing every post, cylinder and wire in the neck assembly he could remember seeing.

He flipped to the operations section where he found all manner of sexual modes and attachments. The section on human mode looked like it was written by someone else. There were no diagrams. It differed from all other operating modes in that the AI module entered a mode where it was unaware of its machine nature.

Next he flipped to daily care and maintenance. There was a picture that looked exactly how Sandra looked, including the charging equipment with the caption “Recharging takes place in Stand-By Mode” in the section of battery life and recharging.

This was not how he had expected her discovery that she was not human fetish to go. Part of him wanted to return her to normal and see what she thought. Part of him wanted to fuck the robot. He heard a beep sound from Sandra. The charging light on the charger was off. Apparently she was done recharging. As he watched, her eyes snapped open. She unplugged herself from the wall and unplugged the cable from the charger. Then with a series of clicks she removed the charger. She opened the torso compartment and put the charger and cable away. Then she closed the compartment.

She turned to him and asked, “Charge complete, Jonathan. Should I return to Human Mode?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“Human Mode engaged. This unit responds to the name Sandra.”

“Feeling all charged up?”

“What?” Sandra asked. “Actually I do feel a bit peppier.”

“So what did you think when I washed you off?”

“What are you talking about? I just washed my face here in the sink.”

“You don’t remember me removing your head.”

“You must be thinking about Debra’s head.”

“Exit Human Mode.”

“What are you talking about?”

“That didn’t work? How about: Enter Robot Mode.”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Why were you washing your face?”

“Cause you came on me during sex.”

“How did that happen?”

“You pulled out during a blow job.”

“That’s what happened?”

“What do you think happened?”

“We were discussing humiliation.”

“We were?” she asked. “I really don’t remember that.”

He held up the Pen. “What is this?”

“Your uncle’s pen. Why?”

“Go to sleep.”

“I’m not tired.”

He laughed. “I meant I should go to sleep. I just have to write myself a note.” He wrote: “When I finish this sentence, Sandra is human. She remembers everything that happened while she was a robot.”

“Oh, my God,” she exclaimed. She felt at her neck. She touched her crotch. She checked her torso for compartments. “I was an android.”

“I presume you’ve spent some time ruminating about becoming an android.”

“What- what makes you say that?”

“Tell me about Science and Robotics Corporation.”

“How did you find out about that?”

“Do you remember recharging?”

“Yes, that was not the interface I imagined.”

“No, it was the one I did. Little did I know you had a whole book of information about being an android.”

“I don’t have a book…”

He interrupted, “You do now.” He picked up the manual. “When S and R dash A rattled of her serial number, I suspected you knew more about androids than I did.”

She look of chagrin on her face was priceless. “Yeah, you have to say ‘End AI Simulation’ to exit Human Mode.”

He laughed, “See. I just wrote a few sentences about you becoming a robot because I was sure that… where’d that list go?... discovery she is not human was on your list. I’m two for two apparently.”

“I really didn’t think you would figure that one out.” She admitted. “Can I see the manual? I want to know what changed.”

“I have a better idea.” He spoke aloud as he wrote: “Alter this manual to comply with Sandra’s vast array of specifications for the RoboPleas3000-Fem android when I finish this sentence.” He set the pen down and picked up the book. “That added another 30 pages to the book.” He handed it to her. “If I ever turn you into an android again, you’ll become this android.”

“If? Why not now?” she pleaded.

“We’re still going through that list. And besides after all the sex I’ve had this weekend, I probably need a rest before tackling a pleasure android.”

“That’s true,” she said matter-of-factly. “If we do it, I’d like you to do the transformation so I’m still in the shipping carton. I’d want to experience the whole thing.”

“I assumed as much since there’s like 50 pages on assembly and setup in that book.”

“So was it exciting to have your head removed?”

“At that point, I had no idea what was going on. After you attached my head I realized what I’d become and lost myself in the programming described in here. Thinking about it now is more exciting than it was at the time since the android has no reason to be excited about being an android.”

“I think I understood that.” He joked and picked up his list. “Actually I don’t think I can do justice to the other two.”

“What are they?”

“Bitch’s comeuppance and waking up as someone else.”

“How did you guess?”

“Just observant. Both of them require situations that I’d have to setup beforehand. Basically after the android thing I don’t want to rush into these.”

“I thought for sure you’d pick the whore one.”

“No, you already said you want to be a bimbo. It’s either one or the other with those. The amnesia thing would be emotional but there’s no context for it so I ignored it to. That left the fugue. Again being trapped in a fugue removes all context.”

“So the list is done, I can become an android now.”

He shook his head, “My brain is tired from all this sensory overload. The android thing really surprised me. It’s almost 9. That means I’ve only had the pen 28 hours and I’ve had sex countless times, watched an android recharge and my neighbor has gone completely to pieces in my kitchen. I don’t think I’ve been as subtle as I should have been.”

“Help me put her back together and we’ll go.” She picked up an arm. “How do we know which is the left and which is the right?

“The limbs rotate backward. So you can’t attach them incorrectly, the threads won’t catch.”

As they were finishing up, he held Debra’s head. “Now you listen. No transforming where someone might notice you. And don’t forget to become human occasionally. I didn’t get to fuck you and I’m annoyed with that.”

Sandra chuckled, “Give me the head. And the wig.” She attached the head and centered to wig on Debra’s head. Then she stepped back. “C’mon, return to us.”

“Oh, I forgot, I said ‘Go to sleep’ while you were an android.”

Sandra’s head drooped to her chin.

“Wake up, Debra,” he said. “I insist that you wait to return to human form until I tie the front of a bathrobe around you. I command you to forget I had to wake Sandra up.”

“Wake up, Sandra. Oh, we forgot to dress her. She isn’t use to me seeing her naked probably.”

“Get her the robe.”

Jon got his bathrobe and pulled it up to her shoulder over her arms. Then he tied it in front. “Better?”

She transformed and grabbed his head, giving him a big kiss. “That was awesome. That was awesome. That was awesome. I don’t know where to start to describe it. And of course it couldn’t get boring. Not with the drama between you to. Have you been dating for ten years?” she joked, turning to Sandra she added, “And you were an android. That was so cool.”

“If you explode in my apartment, I’ll lose my deposit.”

“You have no idea how excited I am right now.”

“I have an idea.”

“Hey, wait, it’s dark out.” She noted. “Oh crud I missed work. Give me permission to tell my boss I can become a mannequin so I don’t lose my job. If she finds out I can stand in her store window for days at a time she will flip out and probably pay me very well.

“I don’t know.”

Sandra said, “You need to get out of the apartment. Why not go to the boutique with her and set up a deal tomorrow? Bring your favorite pen with you.”

“How do we know the owner will be there?”

“How can she avoid being there if you want her there?” Sandra asked.

“And I thought I was devious,” he said.

Debra said, “You two are scary when you banter like that.” She turned to Sandra, “Can you put on some clothes so we can leave him alone? Where’d that outfit you were wearing go?”

Jon pointed to floor, “It’s there and there around the living room. Let me try something else.” He sat at the desk and wrote: “The clothes Sandra and Debra wore the last time they entered my apartment are perfectly cleaned, dried, and if necessary pressed. When I finish this sentence they are wearing those clothes and my robe is hanging on its hook. It too is clean. The green outfit is hanging on hangers on the back of my front door with the accessories in a bag hooked onto one of the hangers. It too is clean.”

Sandra laughed, “My wet clothes are dry.” She sniffed, “And very clean. Nice.”

Debra pointed, “And there’s the green outfit.”

Jon pointed at the door as well, “Now get out of here or I’ll turn you into tropical fish in a tank.”

Debra cooed as she sauntered out, “I’d like to try that some time.”

He just shook his head as they left. He spent a few minutes making sure they could not tell anyone about their experiences. He added controls to Debra’s abilities so she cannot use then people are observing her. Finally he stood up and said to no one, “What a day? I think I’ll go to sleep.”