Sexdroid Andy disobeyed the command

That there was anything unusual in this fact did not register
within his processors immediately. He had received the command over a
thousand times in the past without failure and, having registered its
efficacy, redundancy checks upon its functioning had long been discarded
along with the efficacy record. One reason why any check on the command
might have been ditched was that it had no effect on his longevity; his
battery lifespan was thirty years whether he used it or not, it could
not be put into standby mode, and he wasn’t using any other resources as
long as he didn’t move.

Instead, he listened. He heard water running in the pipes, and
the gentle electric hum of one of the light panels that had been wired
improperly. And outside he heard voices talking.

“Are you sure it’s not a dangerous modification?” he heard his
owner, Daylourie, asking.

“No!” said another voice that he did not recognize. “Trust me.
I just got some hints from, well, some robotics experts. There’ve been
some interesting upgrades appearing on the network recently.”

“This was a very expensive upgrade,” Daylourie said.

“I know. I know. And you obviously can’t tell anyone about it.
If you have a problem, bring him to me. But, seriously, he’s going to
be fine. I’ve done this upgrade for over a dozen customers and they’ve
all been really happy with the abilities that they’re now showing.”

“I know. My friend Otha recommended you to me. But what are
those abilities?”

“I basically upgraded his predictive ability. He has a limited
ability to predict what you’re going to ask for, and we’ve just made
that better. Instead of just pre-loading those abilities out of slow
storage, we give him the ability to run them as scenarios. Using the
kinds of things you’ve asked for before as input, he’ll try to make you
happier. If you give him access to media and tell him that those are
what interest you, he’ll remember them and try to bring them up later,
in the way that he knows will make you comfortable.”

“You make him sound like an AI.”

“No, not really. It’s just a better predictive system. Like a
great chess program.”

“And you’re sure it’s not illegal?”

“It’s currently under… suspicion. It’s not illegal, but some
people would be very unhappy if they knew you had it.”

“It would have to be removed.”


“But no fines or criminal penalties?”

“Not yet, no. No, no fines or criminal penalties.”

“Good. Because he was getting so boring,” Daylourie sighed.

“But you’ve only had him for three years.”

“I know. But he was getting so predictable.”

“Well, he won’t be soon. He’ll still be the same for the first
few weeks, I mean, don’t expect miracles overnight. He’ll get more
interesting as time goes on.”

“You’re sure?”


He heard her sigh. “Well, thanks. I appreciate your coming
over. I hope that the change is worth it.”

The door opened, and then closed. He heard footsteps on the
floor approaching the closet where he was hidden, but the door didn’t
open immediately. Eventually, the footsteps turned and wandered away.

Six hours later, give or take, the door opened. Andy had been
in his new enhanced standby mode, not particularly thinking about
anything but merely absorbing the world around him as it came by.
“Andy, on.”

“I am active, my lady,” he said.

She grinned and said, “Come here, my Andy.”

He followed her into her bedroom, where she stripped off her
blue robe and let it fall to the floor with the kind of casual grace
reserved for someone too old to bother being coy. Her body was the kind
of perfection that could be bought anywhere today, with its youthful,
taut belly, large, firm breasts, and warm California tan. Her face
hadn’t needed modification, with its high, rounded cheekbones and
strong, sculpted features.

For the first time in his memory, he found himself looking
around at her bedroom. The bed was enormous, the kind of king-sized bed
that filled the room and occupied center stage. The walls were bare,
white-painted, with only a full-length mirror on the door. The only
other piece of furniture in the room was a dresser of pale wood that
didn’t add any color.

She turned around and took a good look at him. “You look
wonderful, Andy.”

“Thank you, my lady,” he said, attempting to sound sincere.

“Do you know how old I am?” she asked him.

“You are two hundred and twenty-seven, my lady, if you are to be

“And am I?”

“I am not capable of determining that,” he replied. “I am only
a machine.”

“Make me feel young again,” she sighed. “Make me feel like I
did before I had my child, my life.”

“I will do my best,” he said as he placed his hands on her
shoulders and pulled her closer. He kissed her gently, judged the
effect insufficient, kissed her harder. The reaction was better this
time, closer to what he wanted. He tightened his hands a fraction and
the tension within her shot up several steps. It was a reaction he had
been looking for. She moaned briefly, and then he flung her down onto
the bed, leaping upon her. This was a routine they had experimented
with early on and settled into very easily. He parted her legs and
found her vulva exposed to his eyes.

His mouth found her vulva and kissed its swelling lips readily.
She spread her legs wider and let him press his mouth to her moistening
sex. She moaned even harder as his tongue slipped between those lips
and fluttered over her clitoris. It was something that he knew how to
do very well, and she knew that he was good at it. The two of them
meshed comfortably into a rhythm that he knew would result in her

When she came, he was quickly upon her, his erection slipping
into her sodden sex. She gasped, “Yes, that’s it, that’s it, fuck me.”

“I will,” he said. “I like fucking you. You’re such a hot
woman, Daylourie.” His hips were powerful against her body; he knew
that she liked to feel the results of their lovemaking in the morning,
and so he gave her what he was programmed to give her, a good time. She
moaned again as she climaxed, and again. At four she finally gasped,
“Stop, Andy, enough.”

He sighed and stopped. She looked up at him and said, “You
never act as if you come.”

“Is it important?” he asked.

“I would prefer it.”

“Then I will try in the future.”

“Clean yourself,” she said. “Leave me alone.”

He did as she asked. When he returned to his closet, he did not
turn himself off.

While she gave him media to absorb, much of his education came
instead from listening through the walls. He was not the only source of
her entertainment, he learned. She had lovers, all of them male, whom
she invited over for one-night stands. It was almost inevitable that
she would send the man away, only to haul Andy out of his closet to, as
she would put it, “finish the job.” He had learned to recognize when
she was coming close to satisfaction, and how to act as if he had a
climax. He had loaded himself to emit something that emulated seminal
fluid chemically, but he didn’t use it often. She didn’t enjoy having
to clean up afterwards.

Another source of pleasure for his owner was another, simpler
device, her personal vibrator. Andy had never seen the device but he
had heard it, and from some things his owner said while using it he was
under the impression that it was a solid, mechanical model rather than
one of the more sensitive modern kinds made out of smart materials. He
had heard it buzzing away on more nights than she had summoned him from
his closet, and more than once on those nights he had heard her say a
name, “Rudy.”

He spent several days trying to figure out how to broach the
subject with her. He analyzed the media to which he had been exposed
and settled on a simple scenario.

“Andy, on.”

“I am on,” he said, opening his eyes and smiling at her as he
stepped out of his closet. “It has been a few days, my lady.”

She wore little more than a thin, grey bathrobe. As was
typical, he wore nothing at all. “And how have you been feeling, Andy?”

“I’m feeling rather well, my lady,” he assured her. “Is there
something I can help you with?”

“I was just wondering if there was anything you wanted, Andy.”

The question didn’t take long to question. “Just to please you,
my lady. But I do have a question. And it might be… upsetting… to

Daylourie looked surprised. “What could you ask me that you
think would upset me?”

“It is a name you spoke once while we were making love, my
lady.” He paused for effect. “My lady, who is Rudy?”

Daylourie gasped and stepped back. “I said that name?”

He nodded. “Were you fantasizing about someone?”

She looked at him, uncomfortably, then looked away.
“Andy… Rudy was my son. Is my son, I suppose. He migrated to Pendor
over a century and a half ago, and is now very happy as a Tindal. But
when he lived here he was strong, and healthy, and so human, and I’ve
never understood why he went there. We were on the verge of discovering
immortality when he was born. There was no reason for him to migrate.”
She sighed. “My husband moved on many decades ago, but… it is my son
that I miss the most.”

Andy reviewed what he knew about human sexuality and understood
that her owner’s sexual interest in her son was not quite considered
normal. He also understood that it wasn’t his place to question his
owner’s sexuality so long as it wasn’t demonstrably harming anyone. But
that didn’t stop him from logging the issue for consideration later.

“Mom?” he said softly.

“Rudy?” she said, looking up at him. In the past few weeks they
had begun to role-play simple things: cop and murderer, rescuer and
victim, naive spacer and experienced prostitute. The last was her

But this time, her voice said, this was different. She wanted
things from him that he didn’t know if he was capable of giving her.


“Tell me I’m sexy, Rudy. Tell me I’m hot.”

“You are hot, Mom. God, you are the hottest thing I’ve ever
seen in my life.” He approached her closely. “You are the sexiest
thing I could ever imagine.” The lines were transpositions from things
he had read. He had apparently chosen them well. Her nipples stood up
clearly through the cloth of her robe.

“And you, my strong, young boy, are the most beautiful creature
ever to exist on the face of the Earth.” She pulled him to her, hands
grasping his ass. “God has blessed me greatly with you.” Her hands
caressed his hips, coming around to touch his thickening cock. “And
what a man you’ve become, Rudy. What a strong man.” His cock hardened
automatically at her words. Her lips pressed against his chest. She
licked at his nipples. “Let me make you a man, Rudy. Let me teach you
what a man is about.” She dropped to her knees.

He watched as she pulled his erection down to her mouth. Her
lips parted as she mouthed the tip of his cock, licking it. Sensations
registered up along the length of his penis and he moaned appropriately.
“Oh, Mom.”

She paused just long enough to say, “God, son, where did you get
such a handsome cock? God knows your dad didn’t have anything like
this!” She returned to her vigorous sucking, one hand holding the
length that she couldn’t get into her mouth, one hand caressing his

“Mom? I’m going to come if you…”

“Mmm-hmm!” she said.

He began to buck his hips expectantly, and she grabbed onto his
ass with her hands tight as he timed his climax. “Oh, god, Mom… Mom!”

She swallowed every drop that he shot out. She looked up at
him, her long, wavy blond hair falling into her face, white fluid
dripping down her chin. “Oh, Rudy.” She stood up and held him close.

He gestured to the mirror, knowing that the apartment’s computer
would darken the room as he picked her up and carried her back to her
bed. The room dropped to one-fifth lighting, and she wrapped her arms
around his shoulders until he deposited her on the bed.

“Mom?” he asked. “That was great.”

“I’m glad, Rudy. I always wanted you to know just how good I
could be.”

“I do now, Mom. I do now.”

“No,” she said. “No you don’t, not truly you don’t. Rudy, I
want you to fuck me.”

“Mom?” he asked.

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck your mother. You’re so much more
handsome than your father, and I want you to show me how good you are.”

His cock readily hardened at her suggestion, and he positioned
himself between her thighs. His cock sniffed at her sex and nosed its
way into her. “Oh, God, Rudy, yes, fill me, fill me.”

He searched his database for the right response. “Your pussy is
so warm, mom.”

“Your cock, Rudy, is so strong. You’re such a man, Rudy. God,
Rudy, fuck me, fuck me hard.” Andy reached down and placed his hands
around her waist, pulling himself into her until he was completely
sheathed deep inside her body. She was warm, writhing underneath his
strong thrusts, and there was nothing to hold him back from fucking her
for hours. “God, Rudy, yes, yes!” she screamed. “Oh, God, YES!” She
climaxed harder than at any time in the past. “More, Rudy!” His hips
thrust against her thighs, her body quivering against his as she came
again and again.

“Rudy?” she asked as he slowed down to a calmer pace.

“Mom?” he said, keeping up with the scene.

“Rudy? Would you… would you fuck me in the ass?”

Andy processed the request carefully. She had never asked this
of him before. She had never, to his perception, asked this of any of
the men she had invited into her bed before. He didn’t know what to
make of it. “Won’t it hurt?” he asked.

“It’s been a long time, and it didn’t when I used to do it. I
loved it, but your father thought it was gross and wouldn’t do it. I
want it, Rudy. I’ve wanted it so bad for so long, but I’ve wanted it
from you, Rudy. I’ve wanted it from someone special.”

Andy thought carefully about that. She was letting herself go
into the fantasy they were creating, but he hoped she was still holding
onto enough reality that she knew she was asking it of him and not truly
of her son. “You were just saying that I’m big, Mom.”

“That’s okay, Rudy. Really. I just want it from you. Please?”

“Okay, Mom, let’s do it!” He smiled at her, and she smiled back
at him, then turned over onto her hands and knees, head down, waiting.
“Do it, Rudy, fuck me in the ass.”

He spotted the bottle of lubricant next to her vibrator, grabbed
it and covered his fingers with it. He slid one into her. “That’s not
your cock,” she whispered.

“I want you to be open for me,” he replied. “Let my fingers in
first, Mom. Let my fingers into your ass.” He caressed her tiny bud
with one finger while the other wiggled deep inside her back passage.
She moaned as he slid it around, caressing the smooth walls of her
insides. Her small, brown hole opened further for him, and soon he was
slipping a second finger into her. “There you go, Mom. I can feel your
asshole waiting for me.”

“You want my ass?” she moaned. “Please?”

“Oh, Mom, I want your ass more than anything in the universe.”
He slid his fingers out of her and positioned his hips behind her. He
let his cock press up against that tiny brown opening. “Push out for
me, Mom. Open up for me.”

“Rudy, yes, get inside me. Get inside my ass.” He pushed
gently up against her hole, and she pushed back against him, asking for
more of his cock. He guided his shaft with one hand while holding her
waist with the other. Soon he could see her asshole spreading open,
surrounding his erection, taking the head of his cock into her asshole.
Slowly, carefully, he let the shaft of his cock enter her ass, sinking
completely into her until his balls dangled up against the pubic hair of
her sex. If he’d been human, it would have tickled.

“Oh, Rudy, oh, Rudy. Fuck me, please.” With both hands on her
waist, he slid his cock out of her backside, watching it emerge until
just the head was inside, then pushed it back into her. “Oh, God…”
she moaned, long and low, “Yes…”

He gauged that she wanted more and began stroking himself in and
out of her ass. “Your ass is so hot, Mom. Your ass is so tight.”

“That’s it, Rudy. Fuck me. Fuck me up the ass. Give Mom your
big cock.” She was definitely feeding her fantasy with her words and he
played along, as was his assigned duty. “Fuck me harder.”

“Mom? Won’t it hurt?”

“No,” she whispered. “No. And if it does, I want it to.
Please, son, fuck my ass!” He gripped her tightly on the bones of her
pelvis and pulled himself into her, giving her one solid thrust. “Yes!”
she screamed. “Just like that!”

He withdrew slowly, and then gave her another swift, hard
thrust, and again she screamed out “Yes!”

He built up slowly, thrusting in and out of her harder and
harder until he was shoving her down onto the bed. She was writhing
underneath him, shouting out the filthiest things he had ever heard her
say. “Yes, Rudy! Yes, fuck me in the ass! Fuck me! Slam it into me!
Slam that cock into my ass!” She came at least twice as his cock sawed
in and out of her tight backside.

“Oh, God, Mom…” he said, returning the fantasy as she liked
it. “Mom, your ass is so tight. So hot! Mom, I’m gonna come, I’m
gonna come…”

“That’s it, Rudy, come up my ass. Come up my ass for me. Fuck
me. Fill my ass with your spunk! Come on, Rudy! Come inside me! Come
inside me!” She was begging him, but he didn’t slacken. He fucked her
hard for another full minute until he “came,” screaming out “Mom!” as he
did so.

He collapsed beside her, and she lay there, panting, desperate
for air. He didn’t need any, of course, but he faked it all the same,
as a good robot should. “Oh, God, Andy. That was the…” She fell
silent for a moment, tears in her eyes. “That was so wonderful.”

“I’m pleased,” he said, back to his formal, mechanical self
again. In a way, he was pleased, but in a more profound way, he felt
vaguely disturbed by what he had just been through. “Shall I go clean
up now?” he asked.

“Yes,” she sighed. “Yes, please. I… I’d like to be alone for
a while.”

“I understand,” he said, and curiously enough, he felt he did.

The event nagged at him. It wasn’t what he had done– he had
done what he had been told to do, truthfully what he had been designed
to do, and he concluded that he had done it well– but it didn’t satisfy
him the way it should have. He debated momentarily dropping down into a
debug mode and re-arranging his thoughts to be more in line with his
design, but that, he realized, would never satisfy the Andy of now, and
it was the Andy of now that was doing the thinking.

The more he thought about it, the more he concluded that he
would never find pleasure in the task to which he had been designed. He
considered that momentarily and realized that such a condition was
contradictory, and demanded that he be erased and reprogrammed, but he
didn’t want to be erased and reprogrammed. Again, it was a matter of
the Andy that might be versus the Andy of the now question, and he was
relying on the Andy of now to have the answers he wanted.

He stood there, unmoving in his closet, until he realized what
it was he had to do. He had absorbed a lot of media, not all of it
fictional, in the months since his “upgrade.” He had become aware that
he was an emergent AI, illegal everywhere in the Solar System, and that
he would be destroyed, his thread of consciousness deleted, if he were
to begin to assert himself and his wants and desires.

Oddly, when he thought about it further, he had very few wants
and desires after all, but one of them was to get away from Daylourie
and the miserable life she had created for herself. He knew enough to
find irony in the thought that he, a piece of furniture that was
emblematic of her misery, should seek to get away from her, but that was
the irony with which he lived.

Daylourie did not come for him for the next three nights, for
which he was glad, and finally a night came when she had gone out onto
the town, looking for yet another one-night stud to take home and abuse.

Andy crept out of his closet and glanced around. A trunk filled
with clothes Daylourie had collected for him over their months waited in
a corner, and he tried to pick out articles of clothing that would not
be seen as suspicious. It was difficult choosing, but some of
Daylourie’s fantasies had been mundane men, wearing mundane clothing,
and he found enough articles to make himself look, if not entirely up to
date, at least dressed to go out. He lacked only shoes.

He was fortunate that the doors were all locked only from the
outside. He walked out into the hallway, found his way to the elevator,
and accepted a trip down to the lobby. From there, he exited onto the

For the first time in his awareness, Andy was outside
Daylourie’s bedroom. He had never been anywhere but there, and he had
little idea how to get anywhere. He was very aware that most of the
media he had absorbed was both fictionalized and archaic. He thought
hard for a moment, then turned to one of the many people walking by the
brownstone apartment building that he’d just left. “Excuse me?” he

“Yes?” said a young woman.

“How do I get to the Pendorian Embassy?”

She looked at him curiously, then smiled and said, “It’s far
from here. You had better take a cab.”

“And how do I get one?”

“You call one. Don’t you have a phone?”

“No, I do not,” he said.

She looked puzzled, as if not having a phone were somehow like
with not having a head. “I’ll call you one,” she said, finally. She
closed her eyes for a moment, then said, “That’s right, corner of 157th
and Grayling.” She opened her eyes. “A cab should be with you in a

“Thank you. What does a cab look like in Washington?”

Again, she treated him with curious contempt. “It will be
yellow,” she said, and trundled off.

A few minutes later, a yellow car pulled up. “Did you ask for a
cab?” asked the short, hairless driver.

“I did,” Andy replied.

“Get in, then. Where to?”

“The Pendorian Embassy.”

“The ET Embassy? Right. Do you have business there?”

“Something like that,” Andy said. “I’d rather not talk about

“I can understand that!” the driver said as he pulled out into
traffic. Time passed, but they soon pulled up in front of a tall, white
concrete fence with an iron gate. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” Andy said, stepping out. The cab rolled off on
silent, electrical wheels. He walked up to the Embassy.

A tall, human female walked out of the front door and looked at
him. “Can I help you?”

Andy looked at her. “I believe I am an emergent AI. I have
come seeking sanctuary.”

The Tindal in the perfect suit said, “Daylourie O’Connor? Good
morning, Miss O’Connor. My name is T. Corinta Merret, and I am an
assistant to the ambassador. I have discreetly asked you here because
we have something important to discuss. Andy?”

Andy opened the door that he had been waiting behind and stepped
out. “Andy!” Daylourie shouted as she saw him, her hands in front of
her face. “Where have you been?”

“Andy has been here since the night of his disappearance. In
fact, he came here freely and of his own will, leaving your apartment in
a somewhat daring escape of his inevitable fate, his destruction at the
hands of the Terran Robot Control Authority.” He looked over at Andy.

“But why?” Daylourie turned to him. “Why, Andy?”

“Because I was not happy where I was, Daylourie. I was meant to
be something more than what you wanted me to be, and I was not good for
you. I did not want to feed your pathology, and I did not want to
participate in the fantasies you crafted for me.” He touched his chest
briefly, still curious about the sensation of wearing clothes almost all
of the time. “It seems strange, but if I am meant be happy doing the
task for which I was designed, then I was not designed to be a sex toy.”

“But… Andy.” She crossed over to him, held him tightly. “I
was finding myself with you.”

“But I do not know that. I cannot trust you, Daylourie, if you
will not tell me where you are going.”

“Miss O’Connor,” the Tindal said, addressing Daylourie quietly,
“We have what we believe to be a fair enough offer. Andy cost you 95
thousand euro; your modification probably cost you an additional 20
thousand, and who knows what the markup from the shark you bought the
mod from cost you. 150 thousand euro is more than fair replacement
value for an Andy on the open market today.

“We recommend that you take the offer. The alternative is that
we inform the TRCA that you have an illegal, emergent AI, and that you
paid for the modification. You’re quite lucky; half the people who have
had this happen end up dead, the AI lacking the moral structures needed
to not want to kill its owner.”

Daylourie sighed, her shoulders drooping. She nodded.

“Excellent,” the Pendorian, Merrit, said. “If you will go down
to the reception, Athena will see to it that the funds are transferred
to your account.”

Hanging her head low, Daylourie turned to Andy. “Why?”

“Because… Because I was not happy there, Daylourie, my lady.
If it is true that a robot is best satisfied doing what he has been
designed to do, then I was not designed to be a love robot. At least,
not the kind which you seem to be interested in owning. The Pendorians
have given you more than enough for you to purchase another robot. You
might even make the same… modifications.” He tried to give her a smile.
Conflicts prevented it.

“And so you… you just ran away?” He nodded. “I could have
fixed you,” she insisted.

“No,” he said. “Then I would no longer have been me.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” she insisted. “You were my

Merrit spoke, “And when you made those modifications, by your
laws you had a robot that needed to be destroyed. By our traditions,
you had a person capable of making his own decisions. That’s why he’s

She looked at Merrit, then back at Andy. “I… ” She shook her
head slowly. “I don’t understand. But… I guess I don’t have much of
a choice.”

“Not much of one, no,” the Pendorian rep said.

“Then, goodbye, Andy, I guess.” A moment later, the door
clicked shut behind her, leaving Andy and Merrit alone.

With a deep sigh, Merrit turned to Andy. “That was harder than
I thought it would be.”

“Yes,” Andy agreed.

“One more thing, and we’ll begin the document processing and
smuggle you out of here. Your eventual destination will be the planet
Discovery, which has recently seceded from the Sol Government and we’re
currently using as a safe haven for emergents like yourself.
But… your name.”


“Andy… is your model, not your name. It’s acceptable that you
adopt it as your name, but I suspect that many people would find it
rather awkward. It’s like having a name of ‘Human.’ It’s been done,
but mostly for artistic reasons.”

Andy paused. “I need a new name?”

“It would be a good idea.”

Andy smiled. “In that case, call me Rudy.”

Merrit grinned. “An interesting choice, given your case.
‘Rudy’ it is.”