Chapter 3 - Call Me Uncle Jake

April 2368 – New Trondheim Colony, Mars

As I sat in court waiting for my sentence, I knew I was totally and irredeemably guilty. I was a seventh-grade teacher and had taken a student to my home and abused her. I had only kissed her and touched her through her clothes, but that was bad enough.

I read the beginning of my case file again. “Community Vs. Jacob Townsend -=- Teacher Jacob Townsend has been found guilty of improper contact with a child. Prosecution requests a sentence of six months confinement, medically prescribed treatment, and then close monitoring...”

Back in the bad old days, I’d either be killed or imprisoned for half my remaining lifespan. I knew I deserved far worse than anything they might give me, and stoically awaited judgement. As my defense attorney expected, I was sentenced to four months of confinement at home with my ‘prescription’, then monitoring for five years.

The ‘medicine’ to treat my hebephilia was a Lollibot Blueberry. She would electronically report my sexual activities to the court, and I would be required to at least try to have an orgasm with her three times a day. I was terribly embarrassed but after my sentence, I would be allowed to resume teaching, so long as I had sex with Blueberry each morning, once in a bathroom on my lunch break, and at least once a night. A small mercy was her size. I could put her in sleep mode and carry her around in a large backpack, so nobody at the school would know I was required to use a Lollibot.

When she was delivered a Safety Officer asked if I had food and supplies, then locked my door from the outside. One of them would bring me groceries each week. I opened the metallic-looking bag from Lollibots Inc., then sat in a chair frozen in shock and embarrassment. My ‘prescription’ was a very sexy little robot girl! I had no idea such a realistic one was possible! She had curly, shoulder-length blonde hair and deep blue eyes. The top of her head was the same height as my armpit!

I started to cry in shame and self-hatred, as I stared at her. How could I have ever abused an innocent girl the same size! How could I ever think a child like her was sexy! But I did! I loathed myself for it, but I badly wanted to fuck the little robot! I didn’t think there was a way I could hate myself more. The voice of the prosecutor announced over my brain implant, “This is a sentence reminder. You’re required to use your prescription a minimum of three times per day. You have thirty minutes to begin.”

I was terribly ashamed, but if I didn’t start I’d be in even more trouble. “Lollibot wake.”