Far Future
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 1: Future
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: Future - It is the far future and humans must leave earth if they are to survive and discover sex with humans rather than synths
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Robot
It was a day that I could travel, one of my allotted days that I could leave my residence and meet other people. Whether they were real or not was a moot point. Who could tell whether the man shagging me was a Synth or not? I couldn’t, and in fact, I had no idea if I had ever shagged a real man or not – probably not; there were so few of them left. I loved shagging, and to be honest, I never even wondered if he was a man or a synth.
I sometimes wondered, when I looked in a mirror, if I were a real human. Could I tell? Were the synths so good these days that they didn’t know they were synths? If I couldn’t tell if the man shagging me was real, how could I tell if I was or was not? I pinched myself; it hurt. I pricked myself; I bled. But then, so did a synth; they were that real. Even a synth could get pregnant these days; that one differential is now gone.
I was about to scan the socials and look for a hook up when my Personal chimed. An incoming message. I was required at the head office. A pod was on its way to pick me up. This was unusual; so few people actually went in to work these days. Machines and synths built everything, and machines didn’t need supervision; everything was preprogrammed by the conglomerate Quantum Computers hidden away deep under mountains, protected from even the worst disasters.
No one knew where the offices were or where the computers were; we just knew that they were. It wasn’t hidden knowledge; it was just unnecessary knowledge. I slipped a toga on, the standard wear for everyone these days. Climate was controlled; no more devastating hurricanes were allowed, no more floods ripped communities apart, everything was controlled, and in a warm, even temperature, a simple toga was the only clothing needed.
My personal chime chimed; the pod was outside. I went out, my residence automatically locking down after I left, not that there was any cause; no one stole anything these days, there was no point, and everything was free. The pod door was open; I got in and sat down, and as soon as the belt tightened around my waist, the door shut, and I could feel movement.
No windows in a pod, there was no use for them; they simply conveyed you from where you were to where you needed to be. Sightseeing was irrelevant. We travelled for around an hour; whether it was in circles or a straight line, I could not tell. I had no way of knowing whether Head Office was nearby or a long way away or even if it was underground. It was not knowledge that I needed.
The pod stopped and a door opened. I stepped out. I was inside a building; that much was obvious. Walls surrounded me. In fact, it was impossible to see the entrance that the pod must have used to gain entrance. A door opened, and arrows, blue arrows, lit up on the walls, showing me the direction to walk in. I followed them and soon found myself in a room with two chairs. I sat in one chair and waited.
A door opened and a man entered; he looked old, and I guessed he was probably human, although even the newer Synths aged to blend in better.
“Mica.” His voice was deep and rolled around the room.
“Yes,” I answered.
“I am Milo.”
“Okay.”
“Do you know where you are?”
“Synth Inc. HQ, I assume, Synth Inc. being the conglomerate that I was employed by for my one day per week of required work.
“No.”
“Oh, okay, may I ask where I am then?”
“Yes. You are in a private facility not owned by the conglomerates. Let’s call it Embarkation.”
“Embarkation? Okay. Why am I here?”
“You are here because you are human; you are, in fact, one of the last humans on Earth.”
“Oh. Okay, I didn’t know that; half the time I wonder if I am not a synth myself.”
“Yes, a common feeling these days, but I assure you that you are one hundred per cent human, human female.
He paused and then continued, “We are leaving Earth. We want you to come.”
“Where to? Why?”
“Tau Ceti. We have established a colony there on a planet we call New Hope. No Synths.”
“No synths? Who does everything then?”
“We do, humans, like it always was, like it used to be before we allowed the Synths and AI to take over the world. We thought that it would make a better world, it didn’t, it just made a stagnant world and almost brought about the end of mankind.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“We are leaving Earth and its solar colonies to the Synths.”
“What if they follow us?”
“They won’t; we have told them that to follow us will cause us harm, and that goes against the built-in robotic laws as defined hundreds of years ago and built into every synth. They will not be able to follow us.”
“Okay. So, when do we go?”
“Next week. You have a week here of training, and then you will go on the next ship, the last ship.”
“How long will it take to get there?”
“It will take about eight weeks.”
“Okay. What skills will I need?”
“None. You are a woman; that is all that you need to be.”
Now, for the first time I was shocked. I was to be used to breed; that much was obvious, and that kind of scared me. I hadn’t even thought about getting pregnant when I was having sex; the chances of hooking up with a real, live human male and, at the same time, actually ovulating were so astronomically low that it would be virtually impossible for me to get pregnant, and I didn’t have to worry about it. Now, on New Hope, every male I met would be a real human. Crikey.
I did not return to my old home; I spent the rest of my time here at Embarkation, mixing with real people, all of them real humans, none of them Synths. I had a room assigned to me that was to one side of a large circular walkway. In the centre of the walkway was a communal area where people actually mingled and spoke to each other. Almost unheard of in my world.
“Mica?”
“Yes”, difficult to deny it; we all had a name tag on our togas.
“Hi Mica, I am Lindo. It is so weird, isn’t it, only seeing real people and knowing that none of them are Synths?”
“I know, I don’t think, before I came here, that I actually ever met a real human. It didn’t seem to matter because the Synths seem so real anyway.”
“You know, I am worried that real humans may not appear as good as Synths, and it may be disappointing.”
“Oh, I never thought about that. Crikey, imagine having sex and it being a big let-down after only having been with synths who are programmed to be perfect. Wow, I have never even thought about that.”
“I know. Are you worried about what we will find on New Hope?”
“No, Lindo, no, I am a bit nervous about getting pregnant, though; I never had to consider it before, as it probably wasn’t going to happen.”
“You know that they have been harvesting real women’s eggs and putting them into Synths? Well, I heard that they have been doing it with sperms too.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that. I wonder if it worked. I have never seen a pregnant woman.”
“No idea, but the Synths were worried that humans were dying out. Could be why they are not stopping this New Hope project.”
“Could be, although the guy that I met said that the Synths had been programmed not to harm humans and that they were told that Synths going to New Hope would harm humans.”
“Yes, the old Asimov laws, built into every synth, or so they say. We have no way of knowing, do we? We have no way of knowing if the synths can evolve and remove that programming.”
He reached forward and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. “You are very pretty, you know,” he said.
“Thank you, but I am just me.”
“Would you like to come to my room?”
“Okay.” He obviously wanted sex, and that was okay. I would like to have sex with a real human, and why not Lindo?
He stood up and took my hand, and we walked to the corridor and stopped in front of one of the rooms.
“This is mine,” he said, pressing his thumb against the door which unlocked. I followed him in.
His room was pretty much the same as mine: white walls and décor. A view screen, a large bed, some seats and a closet for togas. I pressed at the catch on my shoulder, and my toga fell; Lindo did the same. I looked at his dick. It was a little smaller in length than the dicks I had experienced, probably enforcing my belief that they had all been Synths. This could well be my first real human dick.
“You look great,” he said. “You honestly look real.”
I wondered what it was, compared to Synth women, that made me look real. Everyone had boobs, and they all varied a little, synth or not, as apparently did the boobs on human women of hundreds of years ago. Virtually every dick I had seen had been pretty much the same size. I wondered if dicks on real men varied in size. I guessed I would find out over the next few weeks.
I knelt in front of Lindo and took his dick in my hand; it felt like a dick should feel. The outer skin was soft, but the dick was hard on the inside, and the foreskin rolled easily down his dick. His glans was a sort of aubergine colour and his pee hole in the end was just the same size as every other one I had seen.
His balls, however, hung lower than others I had experienced. Was that something that made him more real, that the balls on a human hung lower than those of a synth? I held his balls in my hand, rolling them from side to side.
“Ooh, ouch,” he said. “Gentle, that can hurt.”
“Oh my, I am sorry.” I knew that squeezing a guy’s balls was supposed to hurt; I needed to be gentler. The reality of humans over synths was becoming obvious. I eased his foreskin back and forth, straining it where it joined, the little connection tissue going white as I pulled his foreskin right down. I leant forward a little and sucked his dick into my mouth, my tongue rolling over his glans and licking along his rim.
He gasped and made the usual appreciative noises as I sucked and kissed and lapped his dick, all the time playing with his balls and another finger behind, pressing at his sphincter, not penetrating, just pressing. He grasped my head in his hands and pulled me to my feet, his dick leaving my mouth with a soft plopping noise.
“Let’s get on the bed,” Lindo said.
I sat on the bed and then lay backwards as Lindo knelt between my legs and dipped forward, blowing along my crease and then pulling my labia gently apart with his fingers. I could feel the air on my valley floor, and then his tongue pressed in, my inner labia folding around his tongue, ripples of pleasure running through me.
Fingers made circles round my entrance and then pushed in a little, passing my entrance and penetrating my body, his fingers in my fanny as his mouth began to lick my nubbin. My pressures began to grow, my pleasures ran through my body, and my labia curled around his tongue as he worked. It seemed that being surrounded by perfect synths had taught us few humans how to have great sex, and Lindo had learnt his lessons well.
Two fingers circled my entrance, slowly lapping and then pushing in, my body reacting, pressures growing, pleasures flowing, and my breath gasping as his tongue found my nubbin and dabbed. “Oh, my,” I gasped as my back tightened and my desire grew. I pulled him away; I wanted more, but not yet. I wanted more of him.
I pushed him onto his back and pushed his foreskin down his dick, his purple glans glistening in the clinical light of the room, and I licked the end, my tongue pushing into his hole; he gasped. I surrounded his dick with my mouth and sucked, wanking him with my mouth; he writhed and bucked on the bed as his pleasures flowed. Satisfied he was ready, I eased away and covered him, lowering my fanny over his dick, his foreskin rolling down, and I felt his glans inside me.
His rim scraped my insides, my fanny walls hugging it as it passed over my bumps and ripples, small rivers of pleasure flowing through me, my breath held, my fingers curled as I filled my body with human meat for possibly the first time, and it felt glorious. My body felt somehow honoured; it felt as if a whole new future was about to unfold for me, and for the first time I really enjoyed shagging; it was as if it had gone to a new level. I was surprised at how much the Synths had affected my life, and I was apprehensive for the future.
A sudden twitch of his dick inside me, and I gasped as the pleasures rolled through me, pressures grew, and my electrics fizzed. I rested my hands on his chest and began to move as quickly as I could, rocking back and forth, his dick sliding inside my body, an alien but a welcome one.
My breath was stuck somewhere in my chest; I could feel the gasps and gulps get stuck in my throat. My fingers pushed at his chest, and his eyes stared up at mine, his face contorting as his climax approached, and I screamed. I screamed loud, and my orgasm erupted, pleasures exploding through my body, electrics making my nipples tingle and my toes curl, and I laughed and my fanny gurgled as Lindo spurted inside me.
His spurts were cool, cooler than I expected. Was this another differentiator between Synth and humans? I didn’t care; I had just been shagged and taken to new levels of pleasure.