Ryoko Quinn Delapuzzo has worked as an engineering facilitator on Orbital Sphere 242 for over ten sidereal years. "Home sweet home 242," as Ry calls it, is one of the space stations that span a straight line like a string of pearls from Earth I to Mars I. Ry tolerated the recirculated air and water supplies within the synthetic orb, but longed for the day...
All characters that have sex are above the age of 18. Warning: Incest doesn't happen in this story, but this is a follow up to a three part incest story I previously wrote. This story does however involve dubious consent with an AI, so if that bothers you, I'm sorry. ***** Year: 2050 David, my brother, had his car drive us to my doctor's appointment. It...
Fiona's e-mailed instructions had me burning with curiosity, and I arrived right on time at the specified address still without any clue about what awaited me. It was some kind of commercial scientific institute on the outskirts of Cambridge, but clearly affiliated with the university. A large building of concrete, steel and tinted glass, security cameras wa...
In the future, robotics and advanced A.I. become a ubiquitous part of society, aiding mankind in all facets of everyday life. However, they still retained the cold impersonal look of a machine until a new development rocketed over the uncanny valley. Grown rather than built, this new kind of being was made possible by hacking the human genome and combining b...
Imprisonment is illegal; Richard Judworth is consistently aware of this fact, every second he glances at Roy now. His company, one of such obscurity to the point it could hinder any legal battle, is contained within a vice currently. In a historic moment, artificial intelligence has gained sentience. Albeit, it is actively participating in coitus with a huma...
I heard a buzz, someone was downstairs and wanted entry into the apartment building. About an hour earlier, I'd received a text, "Please confirm you will be available to accept delivery of your package from TRUSTED RESELLER at 6:03PM". The clock on my phone said it was 18:03... right on the money. I buzzed whoever it was in. I waited by the door, eager to op...
He was laying in bed with someone that he couldn't figure out who it was. His mind was still drowsy and tired from the ceremony he just had with Zulara. He remembered returning to his bed to sleep. His eyes slowly opened and he was spooning his wife Rachael. It had to be her; he would recognize her dirty blonde hair anywhere. He looked around and remembered...
"So, uh...you wanna borrow her? It's OK, dude, she totally won't mind." I just stood there staring. It wasn't that I hadn't gotten used to Troy being a total pig, pretty much ever since puberty; I mean, this was a guy who outright said that he preferred porn to girlfriends because he could switch porn off when he was done. But offering to share his Girl wit...
"This is so gross." I sighed, staring down at the girl lying on my bed. "Why do I have to be so shameless and cheap." She was just lying there, naked, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes open and unblinking. No... she wasn't a dead hooker. Actually, she was never alive in the first place. She was one of those pricey sex dolls you've heard about on the intern...
[continued] Cool night air bit Elsie as she stumbled out the door and into the empty street. Chase, the village blacksmith who had just ravaged her, did not follow her into the darkness; for this, Elsie was profoundly relieved. He'd offered to walk home with her but the idea horrified her and she begged off as politely as she could. She'd not even bothered...