Android Omnibus
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Chapter 9: Meeting One's Maker
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9: Meeting One's Maker - An erotic, science-fiction novel. Follow what happens when a guy wakes up one morning to find out he's not quite human, and his entire life has been a lie.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/Ma Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Rape Mind Control Hypnosis Drunk/Drugged Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Robot Extra Sensory Perception Humiliation Sadistic White Couple White Male White Female First Safe Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Exhibitionism Voyeurism Size Transformation
Put yourself in Michael's shoes. How would you feel? Standing before you, not more than 10 feet, is your God. Your maker. The man who conceived of you and brought your existence into this world.
Michael was understandably nervous and full of emotions, no matter how synthetic those emotions might be.
"Michael," he said proudly.
"Let him in Jules," he said.
Julie opened the door and invited him in. Dr. Carson walked towards his prodigy, but instinctively Michael took a step back, a wave of anxiety suddenly befell upon him.
"Ignore him," Julie said; escorting Dr. Carson into the living room.
Michael followed, and sat down on the couch across from him.
"You look good, Michael."
"Thank you," he said.
"How do you know Michael, Dr. Carson?" Julie asked.
"Oh, we go back a long way, I guess." he replied.
"Julie, Dr. Carson created me." he told her.
Dr. Carson shifted in his seat as Michael said this. "You told her you were an android?" he asked.
"He didn't have to. I found out on my own a few days ago." she said.
"Ah! Yes, the Y2K bug," he said.
The three stayed up talking about him, DARPA, and just about everything else until about midnight when Julie, visibly tired, excused herself to go to bed.
After Julie retired, Michael and Dr. Carson didn't say much to each other for the next five minutes or so. They were both unsure in what direction the conversation should continue.
"I've got some things for you," he told Michael, breaking the tension.
"Oh?"
"Walk with me out to my truck," he asked, and the two stepped outside only to find flurries laying a fresh coat of snow on the ground.
As Dr. Carson lowered the back of his truck, there were several large boxes and a trunk inside. Michael helped him carry everything into the house.
"Is there a place where we can set this stuff down?" he asked.
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