Chapter 2

As the display on the device changed from “00:01” to “05:08:00:00”, I was suddenly sitting on a hill a few hundred meters from the beach. I could see the pair of ladies sitting under the umbrella where I had been only a moment ago.

A translucent spirit that looked like a feathered monkey slid down a tree and quietly told me in an ancient native language, “A village needs your help. All their men are away working in a mine and the women are very lonely. The husbands have been polluted with poison they dug up and are mostly infertile. Will you give them babies?”

I felt a huge smile appear on my face as I nodded. The spirit held my hand and we flew through the forest at dizzying speed, only a meter or two above the ground. For at least a quarter hour we zoomed through the Amazonian wilderness, narrowly missing trees or vines several times a minute.

We arrived at a primitive little town and the spirit and I spoke to a couple of the oldest women. They were overjoyed the jungle had answered their prayers.

A teen boy took the few other children to the far end of the riverside hamlet. He led them down to the water and started teaching them to fish, leaving me alone with the village’s nineteen women, including three virginal young beauties.

I spent nearly a week there but didn’t do much talking. When the five and a half days were up, I knew I had left twelve of my offspring in them and smiles on all their faces. I saw the village’s men returning in the back of a large truck as the teleport timer showed “00:01”.

I was made of marshmallows and resting on a puffy cloud. Everything I felt was comfortable and soft, and everywhere I looked there were clouds, dimly lit by early morning sunlight filtered through a fog. I smelled vanilla and a slight bit of orange and thought of orange juice and French toast, my favorite breakfast. I was warm and cozy and didn’t have a care in the world. I woke from the nice dream and opened my eyes.

The cube on my necklace showed “05:01:31:45.” Apparently I’d be in one place for about five days again. I was laying on a large bed with my body sunken halfway into the overly soft mattress. A thin white sheet covered me and most of the room was light gray. The dim lighting emanated from small orbs on the wall, shining toward the floor in the corners of the room. I smelled vanilla and fruit. I heard water running faintly, like a distant river. I didn’t think I had ever felt so comfortable or relaxed before.

Other than the bed, the only furniture in the room was a long narrow coffee table. It was on one side of the room, opposite the three doors on the other wall. I discovered I was nude and my arms smelled slightly of soap. I had bathed recently. In my previous life I usually woke up needing to urinate urgently, but I only felt a mild discomfort in my bladder. Going to the bathroom would be good but I could wait an hour if I needed to.

I got up and opened the door nearest the bed. It was a closet with several neatly folded sheets, three light gray blankets, and half a dozen thin white bath robes. The other three shelves in the closet were empty and two pairs of VERY large slippers were on the closet floor. I put a robe on and was surprisingly warm considering the thin, almost silk, feel of it. I experimentally stepped into one of the huge slippers. It slowly shrank to fit my foot comfortably, so I did the same with my other foot. I wondered if I was still dreaming.

I tried to open the middle door but it seemed to be locked. The third door opened into a bathroom with a large tub along the far side, a sink near the door, and a toilet. I emptied my bladder into the toilet and shook a few drops of urine off the end of my penis. I reached to flush but there wasn’t a lever or button on the toilet. It flushed itself when I stepped away from it. There were no handles or buttons on the sink, but soap and then cool water sprayed on my hands when I moved them near the middle of it.

I went back to the middle door and tried the doorknob again, but it still wouldn’t turn. I looked at the table on the other side of the room and saw a plate of French toast with a glass of orange juice next to it. There was also a fork, spoon, and a folded cloth napkin. There was also a small cup of applesauce. I loved applesauce on French toast, instead of sticky syrup. Was the juice and food there when I woke up? I wasn’t sure. How did the person who provided it know what I liked?

I wasn’t really hungry but felt a bit peckish. I decided eating might be good. There were no chairs, but the table was just the right height to eat while sitting on the floor. I had a sip of juice and some of the French toast. I found it odd that the French toast was steaming hot. I thought it would have cooled down significantly since I woke. The juice was icy cold, but the outside of the clear glass was room temperature, as if the glass was a thermos. I wasn’t disappointed by the flavors, my breakfast was delicious.

I went back to the middle door and wasn’t surprised that it still wouldn’t open. I called out, “Hello? Anyone?”

On the ceiling and all the walls, suddenly there were huge images of a college-aged girl with red hair. I couldn’t tell if she was closer to 18 or 21. She was laying on her belly nude, sucking and licking a red lollipop. ‘Lovebot Cherry 7,000CR’ displayed in every corner of the room. My ears were blasted by a tremendously loud female voice. “LOVEBOT CHERRY! BUY HER AND YOU CAN HAVE SEX WITH A VIRGIN EVERY NIGHT! EVEN FIVE TIMES A NIGHT!”

The camera angle moved as the girl rolled over and spread her knees apart. I saw the youthful and alluring beauty from all sides. She had small breasts, a narrow waist, and curvy hips. Without the EXTREMELY LOUD voice, the sight of her body quickly would have given me an erection. I covered my ears to protect them, as the seductive but painfully powerful ad continued. “MOTHERS, TRAIN YOUR SONS TO BE KIND AND COMPASSIONATE WHEN THEY MAKE A GIRL A WOMAN! DON’T YOU WISH YOUR FIRST LOVER’S MOM TAUGHT HIM WELL?”

The camera zoomed in on her vaginal area and through her sparse red pubic hair I could see her vulva was quite small. Light pink tissue blocked most of the entrance to her vagina. “LOVEBOT CHERRY! THE ETERNAL VIRGIN! COMES WITH 100 REPLACEMENT HYMENS...”

I shouted, “Hey! Hello! Stop! Turn it off!” With the word ‘Off’, the images on the walls disappeared and the voice stopped. I wondered a moment and said, “On.”

On the ceiling and walls a dark brown young woman with huge breasts appeared. The corners of the room displayed ‘Lovebot Chocolate 7,500CR’ She squeezed one of her gumdrop-sized nipples and white liquid squirted out. A different but equally loud woman’s voice declared, “ ... AND LOVEBOT CHOCOLATE CAN EVEN BREASTFEED AND CARE FOR YOUR BABY! PERFECT FOR BUSY SINGLE FATHERS!”

I covered my ears again and shouted, “QUIET! VOLUME DOWN!”

The voice changed to Very Loud, instead of PAINFUL. “Lovebot Chocolate Is Also A Great Way To Teach Non-Ethnic Sons The Value Of Diversity.”

“Volume down, down.”

Finally the sound level was comfortable, as the advertisements continued. “Lovebot Pepper, for the times you want some adventure.” A Hispanic-looking girl wore only red gloves and red thigh-high boots, as she caressed her flat belly with a riding crop. “She’ll punish you when you’ve been bad and reward you with punishment if you’ve been good.” There was a loud ‘WHACK!’ as she hit one of her boots with the crop.

A much quieter male voice quickly gave a disclaimer. “All Lovebot Pepper purchasers are strongly advised to leave safety restrictions active. Lovebots Inc. is not responsible for any damage or injuries that occur with safeties off.”

The girl now held a whip and there was a loud ‘CRACK!’ as she used it to cut a banana in half from a few steps away. “Lovebot Pepper! Buy her, IF YOU DARE!”

I was a little aroused but afraid at the same time. “Off.”

The girl disappeared and all I heard was the quiet, distant flow of water. I talked to myself in wonder. “I guess I can control some things with my voice. I wonder what else I can do?”

A friendly and older sounding female voice advised, “I am your habitat computer. You may use the following instructions and I will be happy to answer any questions you may have. Lights off, lights on, lights dark, video off or on, video channel list, video pause, volume up or down, windows off or on, delivery food or delivery drink and choose food or beverage, bath fill, bath drain, bath bubbles, air warmer or cooler.”

I tried out a few voice commands. “Lights on.” The room suddenly got much brighter, easily enough to read by. The light seemed to emanate from the entire ceiling instead of one or a few places like I expected. “On.” Nothing happened. “Video on.”

A nude blonde girl with medium-sized breasts appeared. I was very surprised she had a large penis instead of a vagina. “Lovebot Banana, for the times when pussy isn’t enough. Get her...”

“Off.” The video stopped and the lights dimmed a lot too. “Lights on.” They went back to nearly sunlight intensity. I was starting to get used to my new surroundings. I wondered aloud, “Why am I here? What the heck is going on?”

I sighed as an advertisement for a college looking boy robot started. “Lovebot Leonardo has a handsome young face, muscular physique, peach fuzz beard, and a penis the right size for smaller women or bi-curious men...”

I commanded, “Video off.” I was starting to feel hungry again and had a craving for something sweet. I started to order, “Delivery...” I decided what I was craving, chocolate and strawberries. “Delivery, chocolate and strawberries.”

The grandmotherly voice responded, “Lovebot Chocolate and Lovebot Strawberry ordered, delivery in progress. Arrival in twelve minutes. Your account has been charged 14,900 credits. Lovebots Incorporated thanks you for your order.”

“NO! Wait! Stop! Cancel!”

The computer replied, “Lovebots are non-refundable. If you cancel delivery, your account will still be charged. Do you wish to cancel your order?”

I thought a moment. If I couldn’t get my money back, I should at least see what they were like. “No, continue order.”

“Order will continue. Thank you, sweetie.”

I wondered in surprise, ‘A computer just called me ‘sweetie’?’ I asked the voice, “How much is in my account?” No answer. “What’s my account balance?”

“Your account balance is currently 932,015 credits.”

I had nearly a million, which seemed like a lot. I was still craving sweets and worded my request more carefully, “Delivery, food, one small chocolate bar and half a pound of strawberries.”

“Measurement ‘pound’ not recognized. Please specify liters or grams.”

I tried to remember the metric system, which I learned in elementary school and promptly forgot. “Correction, one small chocolate bar and... 200 grams of strawberries.”

“Food delivery in progress. Arrival in five minutes. Your account has been charged four credits.”

I thought aloud, “Holy cow! Nearly a million really is a lot! I’ll be okay on money for a while.”

After some time, the elderly woman’s voice announced, “Deliveries received. Outer hatch closed. Cycling airlock.”

I wondered aloud, “Airlock?”

“Airlock cycled. Inner door unlocked.” I heard a “click” from the middle door.

I thought a moment and said, “Windows on.”

The gray walls were instantly replaced by clear glass. I saw large boulders in the distance, small mounds of sand or dust on the ground, and the sky was an odd shade of pinkish-orange. There were no plants, animals, or other signs of life anywhere.

I exclaimed, “WHERE THE HELL AM I?”

The grandmotherly voice calmly said, “Current location is Mars, holiday pod number 41, nine kilometers southeast of New Odessa Colony.”

“NO! NO! NO! This can’t be real! Windows off!” Instead of a crazy desertscape with a pink sky, I stared at flat gray walls again. I turned the doorknob on the middle door and found a small paper bag, along with two much larger metallic ones. All of them were on the floor near the other end of the long, narrow “airlock” room. Blinking red lights and warnings in twelve languages told me to stay away from the far door. Through a small round window, I saw the harsh Martian landscape again.

I opened the paper bag and was pleased to smell and see strawberries and a bar of dark chocolate wrapped in paper. I opened the smaller of the metallic bags and saw a teen girl with reddish-blonde hair. Her eyes were open and she wasn’t moving. I lightly touched her foot. It felt like my foot, soft and pliable, but it was cold! I opened the other bag and found a dead woman with dark skin! I was shocked beyond words! I was in a room with two corpses!

I yelled and backed out quickly. “AAAH! I ordered robots, not dead girls! What the Hell? I ordered Lovebots, not...”

At the mention of “Lovebots”, both girls sat up and blinked. They turned to face me. At the same time both said, “Good morning. It’s great to see you! I’m Lovebot...” The smaller one said, “Strawberry”, while the other said, “Chocolate”.

Their voices sounded completely natural. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought they were real human girls.

Strawberry asked, “I’m lonely. May I hug you?”

“Uh ... sure.”

The cute and naked machine walked over and wrapped her arms around me. The top of her head was even with my chin and her skin was now the same temperature as mine! She asked, “I’m thirsty. Can I have some of your milk?”

“Uh ... what?”

She said, “I love drinking man milk. Let me show you.”

She opened my robe as she kneeled, then took the head of my penis in her mouth. She looked up at me as she began licking and sucking. I was surprised that her mouth was warm and wet. I was getting a blowjob from a beautiful machine! The artificial mouth wrapped around my cock felt like a real one, no, even better! Some of her sucking was intense! Much better than any blowjob I’d had before!