My first submission! Leaning more toward romance than stroke. Thanks Dr. D and all of you who write excellent college stories! ------------------------ The classroom was large, easily accommodating the ninety-odd students who had enrolled this semester. A whiteboard stretched across the front of the room and the rows of seats curved gently upward. The room...
You are a high end programming lead at a massive technology company that provides entertainment media to the buying public. You are tasked with cleaning up the programming code on a new headset remote control. State of the art tech has gone into this thing, allowing voice control, and it can detect eye movements and some mental suggestion. It isn’t in your m...
Chapter 6: Intervention Katja sat at her terminal typing code. She sang an old tune under her breath. After fucking, this was her favorite job. Coding nanobots is a very precise take. The code has to be economical and very specific. The bots can only do so much, so the code has to be just right. Katja sat back as she ran her latest code and smiled. She reme...
Aashka was working late again. It was well after midnight. Her programming project was buggy and bumping up against a deadline. It was beginning to seem that every solution generated two new problems. She wished this thing was over and done with. Just about every night and weekend for the past three months had been spent struggling with this project. Aashka...
Sitting in my usual seat in the back of the diner, I was able to practice two of my favorite pastimes – programming and people watching. I was programming a $1,150 remote controlled car, a "toy" to most while a serious tool to some like me. My intention was to make it run its own course, recognize obstructions, and change course to avoid them, while continui...
While Tammy and Anya were having fun in the basement lab, Mike was eating a delicious baked lasagna meal with a side of Greek salad and enjoying the company of the never speaking but never silent maidbots. After lunch came his daily workout in the exercise room. A tall blonde android named Desiree had been selected by him and programmed by Anya to be his pe...
Daren McCloud had all the properties of a textbook geek. He had a tall skinny frame, acne, big coke bottle rimmed glassed and one thing that set him apart from the standard nerd; aside form his hatred for STARWARS. He was completely brilliant. Not just nerdy smart that most people assume with nerds, but a completely unparalleled brilliance. He could literall...
My eyes opened, blinking against the light coming from a window to my left. I lay on the couch with several musty blankets covering me. My feet hit ice-cold floors when I moved them off the couch. Immediately I wrapped my feet in the blankets again. I looked around getting a better view than the previous evening. We were in a house, obviously abandoned for...
Jane Weston impatiently tapped her Gucci clad toe on the marble foyer floor as the liveried Global Freight workers slowly wheeled in the large crate. Jesus, they were typical men: moving like molasses, devoid of any sense of urgency. Jane had a low opinion of men in general since she had booted her philandering bastard of a husband out two years ago. A good...
This is a sequel to my previously posted story School Foot Daze. I'd had the original idea for it not long after that story was written, but decided to wait until it was closer to Halloween to write and share it. And I'm glad I did, as the story is much better than it would've been with the original idea I'd had for it. Enjoy! ****************** "Trick or...