Droid's Awareness

"Put these on, then you can carry on with your work." Randy said.

Rachel, who was about to beg, shuts her mouth upon seeing Randy's unaccommodating face. Now resigned to her fate, she carefully inserted the sex toys within, starting with the button vibrator. Having smoothed the small, yet strong vibrator firmly into her pussy, she tucked the controller that is attached to the vibrator by a thin, but clearly visible pink wire, into her white garter. Anyone with half a brain and an inkling of sight would know what is going on down under.

It was a blessing in disguise that her butt was previously toyed with. Having been carefully expanded prior, the tail plug took lesser than necessary had it been done before the entire sex act. With some huffing, and moans, the fluffy tail plug finally reached its destination, firmly planted into her tight butthole.

...

All this while, Randy was watching. He licks his lips lecherously, yet upon seeing his lower half shows no signs of stirring from its slumber, could only wave for Rachel to move along.

As somebody approaching his 40s, Randy's virility cannot be compared to the likes of his son, who is in the prime of his youth. This results in Randy require copious amounts of additional stimulation, be it by visual or otherwise, to get a hard on. It is also difficult for him to maintain his erection, usually completely spent in the first load.

Had he had known that his youngest son would bring home a sex droid, state of the art no less, he would have stocked up on medications. Now, he could only leave the fun to tomorrow regretfully. It is times like this he starts missing his youth.

The medicines of the 2050s have greatly advanced beyond half a century ago. Illnesses and ailments that were thought to be incurable have mostly been proven otherwise. Trouble is, these medicines are tightly controlled by corporations, and they would not release their tight and absolute control over this cash cow.

As such, although these fatal diseases could be cured, they remain a deadly threat to the unfortunate masses.

Virility enhancement procedures, as opposed to simple medications, are now also a thing. Even old men over the age of 50 are now able to get it on like young men in their 20s, provided they have the money for such luxuries of course.

Randy evidently does not and thus could only rely on medications. Though not as highly priced, it is still an enormous expense to one of his occupation.

As with the debacle with Derrick, every touch, feel, emotion, pleasure and desire that should be experienced by the droid had she been an ordinary woman is experienced by me. Even now, the two foreign objects snugly tugged into my interiors are still sending off pulses of pleasure, keeping me in a constant state of arousal.

The scenario is still yet unconcluded, but still, I felt some changes to the relationship between the droid, and myself. I am now absolutely certain that I am able to seize control of the droid, and use it as my own body completely and indefinitely at this given moment. It is a tempting thought, and one I would deeply consider, had another incident not had happened.

Directly after the simultaneous orgasm, I felt a nudge on the back of my head, which is weird considering, I currently, is nothing but a conscience, with no head or tails whatsoever. I could feel the foreign intrusion's intentions, namely to procure the data of this droid's experience thus far. Seeing that it would bring no harm to me, I allowed it passage.

The prodding came every hour without rest. Even whilst the droid is doing nothing but cleaning the house as a dutiful maid should, the nudging came without fail. I am now certain that this droid is under surveillance, who are they or why they are doing this, I do not know.

Are they trying to find me, the one anomaly amidst the droid? Or could they possibly be trying to obtain useful information on the current inhabitants? Or could they simply just be monitoring for any malfunction for this brand new droid?

Using Randy's past experience with droids for inference, I am certain that model 3-0 is a brand new model. For all I know, this droid I am currently residing could be a prototype, the only one of its kind.

As such, the act of seizing control of the droid could be postponed to a later date. The current, most important agenda is to remain safe. How to go about accomplishing this? Simply, lie low, for now.

...

The date passed without much of a hassle. After making sure the entire house is spick and span, the droid returned itself to its recharging booth, the closet. As both its vagina and anal cavity are obstructed, the droid elected for other options.

The mouth, which was not used previously, is inserted with a phallus shaped object that reaches all the way to what would be her stomach for a normal person. The breasts are also once again equipped with the familiar milk tools, before the familiar energy started pouring in.

I had wondered how it would feel to be simultaneously charged by all 4 of its ports, but thinking of how much of an impact it had already caused me with just 3 ports, I shudder to think of an even more stimulating experience.

...

"Still no issues so far? Excellent work. Taking that man's habits and behaviors into account, it is more than likely that he would go all out tomorrow with Viagra and the likes of such. It is tomorrow that the stress test will truly begin."Said voice 1.

"Wasn't the droid constructed with that ability?" Said voice 2.

"Although the droid has a built in function for virility and libido enhancement via her fluids, that could be waited till the third day to draw a comparison between oral medications and the droid's fluids. We have inhibited that function for now, and will activate it tomorrow; in fact, we will unleash her full capabilities by day 3." Replied voice 1.

...

Having reached night, the continuously prodding finally ended. It is finally time I could get some answers. It is all too obvious now. The language that I had complete knowledge of, yet no idea on how to describe is data. What should be represented by nothing more than numbers of 0s and 1s, and transported by signals and codes, is a beautiful language of which I can understand completely.

To put it into perspective, it would be that codes are my first language; everything comes natural to me. The messages it tries to convey, the secrets that others try to hide, the identity of both recipient and target; everything is reveal with but a singular glance.

There is no need to decode and decrypt the messages back and forth into another language, and instead I could simply read the numbers itself and perceive what was sent.

The reason I found the data within my body, this droid, to be so convoluted initially, was that it was written by somebody who had translated a different language into the language of 1s and 0s. The messages and commands are still readable, but to put it into context, the message was unspecific and haphazard.

It is like trying to chop onions with a butcher's cleaver; it works somewhat, but extremely inefficient. Had it been left as it is, the droid's actions might appear to be extremely mechanical, and the droid itself may fall apart at any given moments.

Now that I am freed from surveillance, at least I assume so given that the periodic prodding about the droid's current status is no longer active, I could finally acquire some answers.

The overall evaluation took much less time than anticipated. In fact, the night still remains young when every objective was accomplished. Had it not been the constant poking and prodding by the machine and the sex toys down below, and the resulting arousal, the entire process would have been sped up much more.

As it turns out, my suspicions about the nature of this droid turns out to be true. It possesses abilities far beyond the likes of ordinary sex droids. Why else would it be under constant supervision. Even the most devout of voyeurs would have stopped after the third hour of spying after the last interaction with Randy.

There are various pockets of data locked within this droid; I might not be able to assess those data without unlocking those seals, which in doing so might send some alarms to that keen overseer, but browsing through what those data entails is not a problem. To put it into context, it is like the contents are locked behind a completely transparent door, free to view, pay to touch.

One important thing I discovered is that the droid's battery limit is far beyond what was previously shown; the fact that it would require a full night of recharging for a day of activity, as with other ordinary droids, is nothing more than a façade. In fact, the droid is fully capable of being functional for 30 days, a full month without rest.

Through some minor optimization and tinkering, I believe I am capable of extending this time limit to double that amount. A full 60 days of activity with only a day of recharge.

Though, for that to be possible, the droid, and thus me, would have to accomplish two things. Unsealing this imaginary door, and be subjected to the quadruple charging ports by the closet. With triple ports already giving such an intense experience, the thought of quadruple is worrying.

Putting that aside, the droid is also capable of manipulating its own appearance, not via something as simple as makeup like its more simple cousins, but by completely shifting its facial features, and adjusting its own skin tone whenever required. If need be, this droid could shift from its current complete Caucasian look to an Asian beauty in but mere seconds. Of course, bust sizes and hip sizes could also be adjusted.

Even its voice could be adjusted. Unlike its older generations who are able to speak all languages in the same tone and voice, this droid could even imitate accents and dialects when need be.

However, there still exist limitations. For one, it must still retain human form for its transformation, so no turning into a cat or dog on a moment's whim. For another, the mass of the droid, measured at a 50kg flat, cannot be changed. Humanity still hasn't been able to break the laws of physics yet.

Beyond these absolute game changers, there are also several minor changes. Several tools and options are also available. For example, this droid's juices, be it its artificial saliva or pussy juice, and even anal fluids, could all act as aphrodisiacs; traceless enough to be unnoticeable, but sufficient to cause an immediate effect. Who would question their own sudden increased sexual endurance, especially while they are in the process of fucking an absolute sample of a woman like this?

Also, when demanded and the option enabled, this droid could even generate and lactate milk from its breasts that would taste no different from ordinary human milk. If this droid is bent on acting human, there is no possible way of telling it apart besides from subjecting it to a full X-ray scan. Even metal detectors cannot identify anything, for it is completely made from non metallic objects.

Though, with so many options, had I not been present, this droid would have been doomed for complete annihilation. There is no possible way that, should it be allowed to run by itself, it would be able to survive for more than an hour without breaking apart. The codes and data, like before, are completely crude and unsmooth. Given that I would not like my host, my body to be destroyed without securing for my own safety, I would make it work.

Wait, I have an idea. There would definitely be a time where my supervisor, aptly named the voyeur from now on, would unlock all these options. During that moment, I would seize control of the droid's body for my own. Any anomalies in behavior or actions then would be completely natural, and overlooked as the system adapting itself to its new settings.

...

At 6am, the day begun anew. As the droid is still currently selected at profile 1, the maid Rachel emerges from the closet once again, with its various cleaning supplies in tow. As it is a Saturday today, Randy and Derrick should both still be snoring away.

As Rachel starts to make her way to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast, the familiar prodding began once again, though with a slight difference this time. Besides the usual enquiry of present status, there is a command that came along. 'Open front door' was the essence of the message. The actual message itself is much longer and more convoluted, and I simply let the altered, simplified message through instead, alongside the enquiry.

True to its words, Rachel turned away from its original destination of the kitchen, and headed straight to the door. The door was unlocked without a hassle, and sure enough, someone was waiting at the doorstep.

Despite all his elaborate attempts to disguise himself, wearing a delivery man's outfit, a pair of sunglasses, and a black cap, he was identified eventually. And with this, my voyeur is finally discovered.

He is a certain Dennis Chan Guo Xian, American Chinese. Age: 37. Occupation: executive of the nationally funded Homeland Investigative Agency, HIA for short. His details took significantly longer to procure, nearly ten times that of Derrick's or Randy's, though multiplying a second by ten is only ten seconds.

Even his sexual accolades and preferences are downloaded to the droid, and thus free for me to peruse, though it is unlikely this set of information will come into handy.

"Identify yourself." He spoke in a hoarse voice.

The droid did not immediately respond, but instead had a look of queasiness, as if unable to comprehend what was just said. "Umm... sir, can I help you? This is the Bingham's residence. Are you here for a delivery? My name is Rachel and I work here as a maid, so I could sign off any parcel if necessary." Rachel replied after some deliberation.

Dennis originally stoic expression shifted, to one of puzzlement, then to one of realization, before back to the initial stoic once more. The shift is very minute and unnoticeable, unless the watcher is a droid with kinetic vision far beyond any mortal humans.

He gave a light cough, muttered something under his breath that sounds like "I guess she is still under a routine", before reaching into his back pocket to retrieve what looks like a small emblem, showing it to Rachel, before opening his mouth to speak once more."Pause routine and identify yourself."

That emblem is finely constructed, with the image of an eagle swopping down on what looks like a rodent creature. Despite the nice craftsmanship, it only serves one purpose. It sends a command of 'Obey' to the droid, shortened and simplified of course by yours truly, and nothing else. If need be, I can easily intercept and dispose of this command, regardless of how many there are.

As his request is simple, a mere identification of oneself, I allowed that command through. Immediately, the persona is lifted, and Rachel reverts back to the basic droid. Although the appearance remains unchanged, the stiffen posture, the cold, emotionless eyes, and the upright standing position reveals its mechanical nature.

"This is Fantasy Droid series 3-0, initialized and activated. Current owners are Derrick Malcolm Bingham and Randy Bernard Bingham. Awaiting further orders." Said the droid, without a hint of liveliness.

"Are there any irregularities thus far? Any system error to report?" asked Dennis.

Well, this is where I need to cut in. Before my existence is revealed, I seized control of the droid temporarily. I do not know what the planned reply was, but I'm not going to leave it to chance.

"None, all systems parameters are running as per normal." As best as I could, I imitated the manner of speech by the droid. Evidently it worked, as there is not a single change of expression by Dennis.

"I see, well, unlock all sealed functions and parameters for now, but do not use them under any circumstances unless told to do otherwise by anybody with administrator authorities." Said Dennis" Once that is accomplished, resume previously paused routine."

"Understood." I said.

Well, it came earlier than expected, but control of the droid is finally in my hands. Even if I wanted to, I'm not certain if control could be returned to the droid. The droid and my consciousness seemed to have completely and seamlessly melded together.

Putting that issue aside, it is finally time to unwrap the presents I already knew the contents of. All that took is but a mere moment, for those restrictions and seals were disintegrated with but a mere thought.

Now, it is time to get back to the persona of Rachel, and head back to the kitchen to where she left off. Though, having the fluffy tail plug constantly brush against the thighs with every movement will take some getting used to.

The first person to get up is Derrick. Still groggy from his long slumber, having finally popped his cherry yesterday, he was quite surprise at Rachel's skimpy maid attire. It was only after exchanging morning greetings that he was certain that this is the sex droid he had picked up just yesterday.

Saturday, however, is not a free day for him. As the household's financial status is rather poor, he is responsible for his own allowance, and thus has to take up a part time job at the weekends. That, however, did not stop him from taking his liberties with the maid, constantly groping around Rachel's body as the breakfast is being prepared.

After overcoming his initial surprise at the pair of sex toys below, he quickly became familiar with their use, gently tugging and prodding at the tail plug, and playing with the intensity settings of the vibrator, getting myself all hot and bothered while still having to pay attention to the preparation of the meal.

The ordeal is only just beginning though, as the meal is finally presented, his pawing hands finally relented. While looking at me still standing up, and a brief hesitation later, he waved me closer. "Rachel, you haven't had your meal right? Here you go." He spoke, while removing his pants and boxer, revealing his already erect, thick cock.

As Rachel's mind is already hazed from the repeated teasing prior, and still having to play the part of a pliant servant, Rachel proceeded to crawl under the table, and set her skillful tongue to work.

Despite the work being completely done by the droid previously, and have nothing to do with me, the moment the 8 inches of manhood is revealed, everything came to me automatically; where to touch, how to move my tongue, when to withdraw, everything is as natural as breathing.

As he happily consumes his meal up there, Rachel was beneath the table, eagerly sucking away at his dick like her life depended upon it.

The sweet release finally came, in thick, milky form. As a responsible maid, of course not a single drop is split, and everything that came out of his cock, ended going down Rachel's waiting throat. His orgasm also served as a trigger for Rachel's, as a burst of pleasure suddenly erupted forth as semen touches her tongue.

...

The taste was indescribable, like the sweetest of nectar; at that moment, I almost felt that I had found the meaning of existence.

The experience of being a participant is completely different to that of a spectator. Compared to the orgasm now, the one I had underwent yesterday felt wholly insignificant.

It was only when Derrick started tapping me on my head that I finally realize my mouth is still latched on his now deflating cock, still eagerly sucking away like a wanton harlot. Have I been a human, this would have been an embarrassing scene. Thankfully, I'm not, as I simply withdrew myself away from his cock, albeit slightly reluctant, and stood back up right next to the table, as Derrick polishes up his final crumbs.