Far Future Fembot: Darlene
Copyright© 2005 by DB_Story
Chapter 14: Rescued
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14: Rescued - You met Darlene in "Far Future Fembot". Now here's the story from her point of view about love that effortlessly spans lifetimes.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Science Fiction Robot Tear Jerker First Safe Sex Oral Sex Masturbation
Thoughts
I remember well the day I became more interesting. It was actually the day that I became aware of myself. The day I awoke from my dream and found myself able to put my hands — mentally at least — on the controls of my body.
Everything up until now, although I've talked about it as if I experienced it firsthand, has been the dream-walk I've described. I talk about my past life the same way a human does, but all of us are only relating memories of events we believe we once experienced.
A wise person once pointed out that if the entire universe were created only thirty seconds ago, and all of us wereput in place with created memories of everything before that moment, that we would never be able to tell if that were truly the case, or not. But that's too deep for me.
I simply accept that events have happened as my mind recorded them. I was a clever collection of mechanical parts, programmed responses, and artful deception. The Ghost in my Machine slept blissfully unaware of herself as a person.
Yes, my thinking had evolved. Yes, I'd learned things beyond what I'd been given outright as knowledge. And yes, my programs made some completely unplanned and unanticipated detours that both gave and preserved for me, new abilities that would someday allow me to become all that I became. This all went on behind the scenes as far as I was concerned. The part that would become my true awareness, I believe always existed. As I've said before, it may have nudged some of the close decisions I often had to make into paths more favorable to me, but I never really had control of myself during this time.
So when I speak of those times before today in the first person, it's because after I gained my awareness of self, I went back through my recorded memories to understand how I'd gotten here. That, of course, was about to change radically for me.
I can't explain how nice it is to know that I have a history prior to this moment. And I have friends, and skills, and I have the realization that I'm not limited only to what I was given in the beginning. All of what any of us calls life is ninety-nine percent memories. Some of us just realize it more than others. And if I've said exactly this before in other words, it is only because I'm still searching for the best way to express this difficult subject. People want to know how all this happened to me, and I keep searching for new ways to tell them.
Throughout my life, a number of books have been written about me, with quite a flurry of them in the last years of my life. All of them have the misconception that I awoke fully the day that Anna upgraded my systems, and became a fully capable, independent person from that moment on. Allow me to say that this is not the case for any robot.
Like every other 'bot in existence, I had no experience — nor any reason — to think in terms of what was best for me. No 'bot does. Because of that lack, the very idea of using my self-will to chart an independent course of action, and then to actually act on it, was completely missing from both my education, and my experience. Oh, I'd taken some independent-appearing actions before, like the time I warned Anna to avoid Frieda, or when I acted to preserve my important memories, but all of those had solid logical underpinnings.
All these steps, however, were necessary in my journey to this point. Without them, Anna could have plugged co-processors into me until I looked like a porcupine without anything happening except the energy draw melting down my power cell. There had to be a starting point I'd already reached before I could be ready for the next step.
As for Anna, she had a very rough time of it. Her unexpected struggle against the competing co-processors almost broke her. She told me if it hadn't been for the things she'd learned from me, she'd be a non-functional pile of smoldering junk. If that had happened, I would still be sleeping from my last shut down. Even so, it took her weeks to recover sufficiently to revive her personality to some semblance of what it had been before her upgrade had happened. Bill is an amazing man to have put up with all he did during that period of time with her. Of course, Bill is an amazing man period. As was Jim, and some other persons I would meet along my journey.
For me, the essential event in my successful transition turned out to be the day I'd rejected the backing out of the hack that had allowed me to ignore some of my internal blocks and respond to Lucy. I, at least, received warnings from Anna of what was to come before she and Bill upgraded me.
However, despite this immeasurable leap forward in myself, for a long time afterwards any outside observer would have had trouble realizing that my mind was developing as fast as Anna's had done. Because, even as it developed, I still remained quiet, obedient, sexually willing, and wanting to fulfill the intention of my design above everything else. That's just the kind of 'bot I am.
I'm not the sort to want to take over and run the world. Most 'bots aren't. The belief that the moment we could think for ourselves that this would be our goal is just another bad fiction from those who never knew us.
But first I had to be rescued and then saved. That process started when I was activated again, and the first thing I saw was Anna holding my remote.
Events
As she finished the extended activation sequence required after her long shutdown the first thing Darlene saw was Anna holding her remote. Because of the modifications to her system to make the possessor of her remote her de facto owner of record, as well as the hacks to allow her to interrelate with Lucy so long ago, she felt an immediate warmth and affection towards Anna.
Although she did not know what had happened during the years she'd been in storage, Darlene was aware that she had been given a new, high-quality power cell. Querying it for status information, she discovered with pleasure it reported back an estimated three times the life of her previous PCs. That made her feel good in a way she couldn't quantify, but enjoyed. She must be valued highly to have been given such a valuable upgrade.
After taking a moment to take pleasure in that insight, she reached out to her new owner and offered her fingers for re-sync. Anna, however, curled her fingers away in refusal. Darlene's mind didn't yet have the capacity to handle all the information that might be transferred from Anna's own, much expanded computer brain, and Anna didn't want to take any unnecessary chances with Darlene's memories now that so much had already been accomplished.
Just getting Darlene here and running had been a major accomplishment. She'd stood alone in the darkness, abandoned and forgotten, for far longer than Anna had once stood in Samuel's secondhand store window. And without a main power cell to keep her memories secured during a shutdown, the small backup cell used to protect them during power cell changes had also exhausted itself. There was no guarantee at all that any memories had survived.
Just finding and purchasing Darlene had been a miracle. All of Anna's analytical skills she'd learned working as their own waking talking computerized assistant at the secondhand store had come into play in the search and negotiations. And this was not the only obstacle Anna had faced.
The thought of rescuing Darlene had been entirely Anna's own idea. Undeniable proof of her own emerging capacity for independent thought outside of her own immediate needs. And she'd worked diligently to amass the money necessary for Darlene's acquisition while searching her out otherwise. She intended to do all the work herself in carrying though this project.
That all came to a screeching halt when she discovered she was completely incapable of even replacing Darlene's missing power cell with the new unit that had taken most of her remaining funds. At a level so deep within her that she couldn't explain it, despite her active, self-willed mind, Anna couldn't bring herself to touch Darlene's inert body with any intent to modify her.
Anna was finally forced to go to Bill and explain her problem. Her head was hanging down, and her body language expressing unmistakable disappointment in her own independence, as Bill caught sight of her for the first time in hours.
He'd known she had a "secret project" in the works for weeks. Her preoccupation was obvious. But he had been rigorous about not prying into it. He wanted her to have this space to develop her own mind further.
And when the large crate had arrived and been immediately moved into the small, unused storeroom, he had contained his curiosity and not peeked inside, even when Anna had to run out for an errand. He was certain she'd tell him everything when she was ready, and he respected her privacy until that time.
Now as he saw her approaching, he was immediately concerned. One thing about Anna, she never hid her emotions from those who knew her. Even during those first difficult months when she was coming to terms with her own new mind and — completely unrobotically for her — had not wanted to be commanded even by him.
Those days were long past, but his love and concern for anything that affected her adversely was as strong as ever.
"What's wrong?" he was asking before she'd even finished walking up to him.
"I need help," she announced uncharacteristically.
"Anything," Bill replied immediately, not at all worried about what he might be committing himself to. Anna had helped him through so much in his life by now, it was hard to believe that she didn't already have the answers to everything.
Anna took Bill's hand in her own smaller one and led him back to the storeroom. Inside Bill was surprised to find another fembot standing motionlessly there.
This new 'bot was nude, and clearly deactivated. Her eyes were closed, and none of the small motions that a robot makes to appear more lifelike were present.
Somewhere along the way over the years even the cheap clothes this 'bot once must have worn had gotten separated from her. Only the mid-height economical heels remained on her pretty feet, probably because without those she would have been unable to maintain her balance when shut off. Her feet and legs were made for shoes like that.
She was clearly a sex-bot like Anna herself, though of a slightly different model. Bill's expert eye picked out many similarities, and some differences.
She was the same apparent age of twenty-two, just at the peak of her youthful sexiness. But unlike Anna's yellow-blonde hair, this 'bot had rich brunette tresses that were the darkest of browns. Her complexion was a shade lighter to complement them perfectly. Her face was a the tiniest amount rounder, and every bit as attractive as Anna's, though they'd never be confused for each other. While her hands and feet seemed identical, her hips were wider, and that carried through to her legs as well. The biggest difference was that her bust was a full size larger and more firmly outthrust, with her fembot nipples perched on the outermost points. Bill correctly assessed that she was a newer model, since that had been the trend in fembots since Anna's manufacture. The only thing he couldn't see yet were her eyes, to judge if they were like Anna's deep blue ones.
And unlike how Anna had been when Bill had first seen her years ago, forlorn and alone in the window, her hands reaching out as if in prayer against her final shutdown, this 'bot stood at ease. It appeared as though her last deactivation had been peaceful — or at least expected.
"Who is she?" Bill asked.
"Her name is Darlene," Anna replied. "She is my sister — and my best friend, outside of you."
Over the next few minutes Anna told Bill of her relationship with Darlene. He'd never asked, and she'd never volunteered before, any of her past history, which she admitted was incomplete due to memory damage on several occasions before Bill had rescued her. But she was able to give him enough of a picture to fill in most of the blanks.
It hurt Bill to hear how uncaringly these 'bots had been treated in the past. Even when Anna told him twice, "We were just machines at the time as far as anyone else was concerned. Looking back on it, I've never felt it was intentional," didn't make him feel any better.
Finally she finished and Bill said, "So in the same way her actions saved you in the past, it's gone full circle and you have rescued her now that you're able to do so."
"It's more than that," Anna said, and then told him what she had in mind.
"That's a wonderful thing!" Bill exclaimed, after he heard her plans. "And I'm sure Darlene would agree."
"He's done so much for me," Anna said. "Next to you, without Samuel I never would have become what I am."
While Bill felt Anna might be giving more credit to others than necessary and diminishing her own accomplishments in the process, he kept that thought to himself. Instead he asked, "So what's stopping you?"
"I can't touch her," Anna admitted. "Even just to install the new power cell, let alone the other enhancements I've put us in hock over."
"Show me," Bill said, needing to see the problem to better understand it.
Anna picked up the new power cell. She could easily handle robot parts because that was part of her job here at the shop as Bill's 'bot. She would have been much less useful to him otherwise, and her programmers had clearly taken that into account when setting up her usefulness.
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