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Looking the part number up on the web showed that at a minimum, the thing had to be at least 12 years old but more likely than not, it was more like 15 or 16 years old. Considering the abuse most sex-bots take, from what I’d always heard, most of them are pretty banged up after four or five years, and this one seemed to be in pristine condition. Whoever has the best bot wins the other person’s bot.” “You’re crazy.” “It sounds like someone’s scared.” Billy could sense what I sensed too. It was almost an imperceptible shift but it was a shift nonetheless. It was guaranteed to make a guy cum in like nothing flat. A lot of the kids were there just because it was a party. I wondered if she’d come from the factory like that or if that was the way Billy had programmed her. “Oh fuck.” “Oh yeah, baby,” Billy’s sex-bot moaned. I told him it was so he wouldn’t have to tell his dad that he’d lost her in a bet, but really, come on, what was I going to do with two sex-bots, and besides, again as with the others, I’d reprogrammed what the sex-bot was going to say and do when it was alone with Billy.
Not new, of course, but I would have guessed a couple of years max, and no way would I have said 15. A web search for slow start up times revealed nothing but there was a suggestion that insufficient memory might impact system performance. Probably, I thought, but the article I read didn’t really say for certain. ” It was a good question, one for which I had no answer. ” Even I didn’t know why I’d said what I’d said or why it was that I was going to repeat it again. People were starting to wonder if Billy really was scared and that was something Billy could not tolerate. “I think you’re just trying to get inside my bot.” “You can think what you want,” I told him, “but if you ask me, I think you’re scared, and I got to wonder why.” “I’m not scared of you.” “Yeah. We’ll do it.” I could sense the anticipation from the crowd gathered round us. A lot of them were there to see a show, but a good number of them were there because this was the first chance any of them had had to see my bot.
Even my friends who knew my dad had gotten me a sex-bot, even with them, I didn’t actually tell them everything, but somehow, everyone knew. I already knew that because I’d learned it the hard way. His dad’s a vice president of a company and Billy never misses an opportunity to tell us just how important his dad is, especially if in so doing, he can tell the rest of us just how stupid we are. “Let me ask you something,” and everyone would gather round, hanging on his every word because of course if he was taking it out on me, that meant he wasn’t taking it out on them.
“I’m studying,” I told her, “and I don’t want to be disturbed.” Okay, maybe I didn’t know Brenda as well as I thought I did because the only thing that would make Brenda stick around even longer was me telling her I didn’t want her to stick around.
I mean, there she was, taking off her top and then she was taking off her bra and I hadn’t realized she’d had tits like that.
“Oh my God,” Brenda moaned as her hands clawed at her nipples. Once started, they were going to keep right on going. She was there on my bed, her hands playing with her tits even as she looked at MY sex-bot. “Undress me.” Off came Brenda’s shoes and then the sex-bot was massaging her feet but it was clear her hands weren’t going to stay there for long. Okay, maybe I had realized, but it wasn’t like I’d ever seen them. “Make me—” Brenda’s moans ended in a strangled cry. Still, if adding more memory was going to solve the problem, hey, that was something I could handle. Finally, not having anything better to do, I downloaded the software. I mean, I was looking at the code and then I’d try cross referencing it with stuff I saw on the web and I couldn’t make heads or tails of it except for one thing. Memory was cheap, so I went to the store and I bought a boatload of memory and I dumped the whole thing in the sex-bot. It was clear the code was written in two different styles, almost as if someone had written one part of the code, and someone else had written another part of the code.