Prologue A small high school Somewhere in America… Matt Thompson stood at the podium before his fifth period history class, sweating profusely. Today was the day. He looked up at the camera and microphone above the door, pointed right at him. To Hell with Big Brother, he thought. I'm going to tell these kids the truth. Not the crap they've printe...
In the year 2108 there was an abundance of technology interacting in people's daily lives. Since the population dropped significantly years before, the use of robots became very common to supplement parts of the workforce. Most of the robots worked in the simpler fields such as factories, grocery stores, bank tellers, drivers, and more. The most recent addit...
The lights of the town faded into the darkness behind the woman riding down the country road on a bicycle. She was heading back home to her Father's farm after finishing work at the diner in town. It was past 9 pm and no sound could be heard except the crunch of the bicycle's wheels on the hardened dirt beneath them. The seat of the bicycle nestled between...
I'd forgotten what it felt like to share my space. Not that I lived with someone. No, I cohabited with a something, a thing that ran my life. Every fucking moment of it. It wasn't bad that he did, which was the bitch of the situation. My life never ran smoother. I ate regularly and got more sleep. People complimented my appearance more, and I became more p...
I was fucked if I went to court on my charges. There was no throwing the dice, no begging for the mercy of the judge, or no hoping for the best. Raina would make good on her threat and pull all the strings at her malicious command. If I went to jail, I lost my child. Period. End of story. No happy ending for me. At this moment I'm staring at the ceiling, wi...
Anya's stereo-optic cameras scanned Mike's image as he walked out of the walk-in closet. The more creative of her algorithms and subroutines began to work on the task of dressing the petite 510 the way Mike had requested. Anya got herself aroused at the precisely rendered imaginings she generated within her field of view. For fun, and with her processors wo...
I went into work early to make sure all the data was in its proper place, once that was done I head home. It took longer than expected but one can't rush perfection. It was now 11am when I arrive at my condo. I open the door and was greeted by my boyfriend. "Do you want me to fix you anything?" He asks. "No I already ate," I replied. "I will need you in...
Anya managed to wipe most of the powerfully scented cream from her body with the blanket. She optically scanned Diana in the dark. That robot was now dormant and still rather wet. There was a danger now of synthetic bodily fluids dripping into her open access panels. Anya threw the blanket over Diana's body, dry side down, and went to the washroom to get so...
The first thing you notice is the vibrator in your cunt. The second thing you notice is that you can't move. You can open your eyes, and when you do, it's to a world of white. White walls, white ceiling, everything lit by a soft white glow whose source your limited field of vision can't see. You can move your eyes, but not your head, to it's hard to see exac...
Note: This is a sequel to the first "JNE-99". This story will not make sense to those who have not read the first one. "Next Stop, UN Terminal. Prepare for arrival." There wasn't much preparing to do. All my carry-on luggage fit in my jacket pocket, and I had already taken a moment to freshen up. Preparing for arrival meant nothing more than sitting tigh...