Copyright (C) 2006 by Newmark42 at gmail.com
It was Tuesday, and I was almost done with a long sequence of visits to companies making use of a new technology I had co-developed, the dynamic motion stator, or Dymostat. Most of them showed off fantastical ideas about what their future product lines would bring, without anything real to demonstrate. A few of them showed off current prototypes, and their dramatic improvements. The technology was mostly used as a new way to provide fluid motor control in machines. Yesterday I had seen one of the most impressive, a pilot for a construction site cement dispatcher which could literally throw wet cement into place from 100m away, plus or minus six-inches. Other machines were less daunting, and included home toys which balanced on one foot, or could elegantly hop around the room.
Each day I had no idea what to expect. I walked through the doors at Telemesh the same as other days, guessing in my mind what the company might be up to. The company overview was impressive. Their first product line is an advanced remote interactive network of employees, who could stand in for any number of jobs not requiring physical presence -- at a fraction of the cost and with better attentiveness. A security camera desk could be staffed 24/7 with people who are working their most alert 9am-5pm hours, by utilizing employees around the globe. Through an advanced system of video and audio conferencing, some employees might not even realize that the main shift operator was working from across the globe.
However, as we reached the end of the presentation I still saw no connection to our new technology. Steve, their VP of product closed out the presentation. "It's time to adjourn to our demonstration area, where you can see our prototypes with your technology." After heading down a couple hallways and through security doors, we were standing on a catwalk over an indoor lab which looked more like a police academy training facility. In each of four quadrants, a test subject was hooked up to some kind of medical equipment with a set of wires, and interacting with people standing around him.
It was now only Steve and I on the tour. "Kenneth, one of the major limitations of our current business is our limited ability to provide presence. The audio and video confencing modes are excellent in certain fields. However, physical presence is required for the large majority of service jobs. We've done some preliminary tests of virtual store clerks, but we found that customers simply didn't treat a virtual clerk with respect. Despite our superior ability to monitor them with cameras, their belief that without physical presence, they could lie, cheat, or steal without a real clerk on site was overwhelming."
He looked down across the trainee lab. "To solve this problem, we've been working for some time on an anamatronic telepresence robot. A virtual person, if you will. However, we have not been able to build a telepresence environment which allowed the operator to pilot the unit convincingly." Looking back at me. "With your technology, we have been able to remove the operator from the burden of precise balance and movement. The robot balances and pilots itself, while the operator simply guides rough movements." He guestured his hand towards the lab. "These four units you see are not human. They are operated by people, but their motions are fluid because of your technology."
I looked back down at the group of robots below. I watched their motions carefully, and saw them practicing basic motor and interaction skills. I started for a moment at each one, and the importance of what they had done set in. Technology today was much too primitive to create robots that interact like people, but this was something different, by combining telepresence with fluid control and a real person, the illusion created was astonishingly lifelike. "You mean to say that those four are not people? They are telepresence units?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. Let's go take a closer look." He led me down off the catwalk and into the test lab. He introduced me to Reynolds, the first of the units. I was surprised at the lifelike behavior, facial expressions, and focus of the eyes right on me. "Reynolds, where are you operating from?"
"I am in a telepresence facility in Germany. This unit is new for me, so please excuse any awkward movements." He reached towards the table and poured each of us a glass of water from the pitcher. Using both hands, he handed us each a glass of water. "I've been working with this unit for about a month, and I think I'm getting a handle on it." The movement was fluid and convincing. "To appreciate it you really need to interact with it." The robot of Reynolds held up both hands. "Try to push me over."
I gave a quizzed look,and Steve nodded with encouragement. I placed both my hands up against those of Reynolds. I was surprised at the relatively lifelike feel, if slightly stuff fingers. The hands were warm and loose on the joints. I started to push gently, and immediately Reynolds responded with appropriate back pressure. I applied a little more force, and the robot presence unit slipped one foot back and braced against me. I eased up and stood straight. "Impressive. Is this a single rx-43 unit?" This was the basic building block of our system.
Steve piped in. "Heavens no. See those wires coming from the telepresence unit?" He pointed across the floor and towards a small toolbox sized unit. "There are 230 rx-43s connected to different components of the robot, handling balance, tracking, and motor coordination." My jaw dropped. We had never concieved of such an assembly. Most of our test work involved one unit per limb. This was something completely different. "However, let's head out, Reynolds has work to do yet today before his shift is up."
Steve led me out of the main lab and down a hallway. "So what do you think? Impressed?" He spoke as we walked deeper into the facility.
"Impressed is not the word. Even as a designer of the technology I hadn't envisioned something as grand as what you've built here. I've spent the last month watching product demonstrations, some quite impressive, but this is something else entirely. The possible ramafications on our world are astounding. With sufficient physical presence, this could be the end of labor wage boundaries. It could have an equalizing effect on the entire world. This could globalize services like the Internet globalized information."
He stopped and turned to me. "I'm glad you're impressed, because we'd like you to join us. Believe it or not, the products you've seen area already in use in areas of the world less restrictive than we are here. We want to remain at the forefront of this industry, and we can't think of a better way than to retain one of the key talents behind this technology." My mind was spinning. I was already a cherished scientist, but my corporation was research focused, happy to leave the applications to others. This application was exciting, and so tangible, compared to years of staring at equations and computer simulations. His phone began to ring and he quickly answered it. "I'm sorry, something very urgent has come up. Feel free to check out some of the neighboring labs, I'll come back to find you in a few minutes." He quickly ran off.
Lone Exploration
I had seen offers like this before. Most of the consumers of this technology were excited to get closer to its creators. However, this offer was truly peaking my interest. I took a peek through another lab window. What I saw was strange at first, a counter, cash register -- it looked like the inside of a 7-11. Until I realized, it's a practice room. I walked inside and said hello. "Hello, how can I help you?" the store clerk responded.
"I am visiting this facility and just taking a look at some of the lab environments. What is your name and how long have you been operating?"
"I'm Ronald, and I've just started this week. I'm practicing handling items." He took out a bag and began to awkwardly pack a set of store items into it. "Anything you need from the store?"
"No thanks, good to meet you Ronald." I returned back out the door. I had been walking this hallway with Steve and not realizing what it was. I looked both directions and realized that all along it there were doors to practice rooms, thousands of practice rooms. I became instantly curious and started walking, peering quickly in each window. Security desk. Airline ticket agent. Housekeeper. Yard work. Tailor. I picked up my pace and turned a corner.
This was an astonishing company. I began to realize how quickly the world would change. Then I noticed something different. The labs in this section had smoked over windows. I walked a little further, more smoked over windows. I decided to peek inside. I became instantly self-concious, as I realized I was staring at a lengerie clad woman somewhat unsuccessfully attempting to unhook her own bra. She was 5'9", blonde, and very attractive. She must have been looking at a mirror, as her eyes didn't shift in my direction. I could see a tether cord unnaturally sticking out of her hip. I let the door slip shut.
Of course they would need to dress themselves. It wasn't clear if this was just a stage for them to learn to get ready for the day or something else. My head was spinning with thoughts of what they could do with these units. With technology like this, sex truly was an obvious endpoint. Partners could be made almost perfectly attractive. My interest was peaked, so I pushed open another door.
A strange sense of dejavu came over me as the model inside looked the same as the previous one. While an obvious outcome, I hadn't yet seen two of the same units. This time she was wearing a stretch tank top and jeans. Also peering into a mirror I couldn't see, she skillfully slipped the tank top over her head. A moment later the bra dangled free in her hands and her bare breasts were exposed. I couldn't help but stare a little as she quickly continued her practice and slipped the bra back on. I felt self concious as her head turned towards me. I felt caught in the act. I think I saw her wink at me as I let the door slip closed.
The Operator
I decided that my self-conciousness was somewhat unwarranted. The controller of the device wasn't naked, or self-concious about being seen. They could be half-way around the world. I resolved that I should merely ask. I walked a bit further, puzzling about this new reality. Peeking into the next door I saw a short entrance hallway into a much bigger and taller room lit with a red glow. I could see part of a couch on the far wall. I slowly walked in towards the couch and announced myself to avoid startling anyhow. "Hello, operator?" I quickly spotted the unit sitting down and slouched dormant on a chair far across the room. It was brunette, wearing a blouse and pleated skirt, and looked bigger than the previous model. It was completely still; still in a way people can never be. As I walked closer, I shuddered at the thought that it momentarily looked dead. Slowly my mind saw it more as a statue, and up close I could see why. It was unnaturally oversize, as was the chair it was sitting on.
Just as I reached out a hand to brush the arm, her head lifted up and took a look at me. "Hello there, I'm Sandy." The previously slouching form slowly straightened up while remaining on the chair. "Sorry it took me a while to respond, this unit was in sleep mode. How can I help you?"
I was curious about what I was seeing, but didn't think a bevy of technical questions would bring the desired result. "How long have you been operating, and how long on this model?" I stood in front of the chair, realizing that after straightening up, she was nearly eye to eye with me while still seated. Watching a statue come to life was distracting, especially the cleavage visible down her neckline.
"I've been operating for two months, and I've been practicing with this model since it was released two weeks ago." Attempting to hold true to my earlier conclusion, I fought my self-conciousness. The operator was not sitting in front of me, she was far away somewhere else. I allowed myself to visually inspect the model. Her blouse was white and collared, a few buttons undone at her neckline. Her skirt was mid-length and pleated, not quite reaching her knees which rested side by side just below my waist height. I steped slightly sideways to look at her profile. I knew she wasn't breathing, but her torso had a subtle rise and fall that fought with my statue like image. She was patient, but the natural way her eyes watched me intently still made me feel self-concious. "I have become quite proficient, would you like a demonstration?"
This seemed like as good an entrance as any. "Yes, I've not seen this model before, please demonstrate." No sooner had I said yes, she stood up. She was like a fluid living statue, her face rose up and up. Standing so close to me I became instantly aware of her height, she must have been 7'5" tall! Her head turned away as she took the tether cable at the rear of her waist in both hands. With her hands drawn behind her, her posture accentuated her proportionally athletic breasts just about at eye-level. I started to feel a hint of arousal.
"The major advancement in this model is full autonomy. This is the cause for it's larger size. As the parts mineaturize, models will be made in a more familiar size." Her hands were twisting and eventually disconnected the cord from her unit and set it on the chair. Then she walked away towards the door, slipped a door-lock closed, and turned to me. "As per company policy, this demonstration is completely private and confidential. Would you like it to be passive, or interactive?"
Her shoulder was above the door frame, creating more perspective on her size. I wasn't sure if the tingling was concern or anticipation as I muttered out a response. "Interactive please."
"Ohh, I'm glad you said that. I've been doing too many passive demonstrations lately. I've never seen this unit in person, but if there is a reason for an interactive demo, I think it comes in the form of a 7-foot temptress. Per company policy, should you wish to stop at any time, merely say the safe-word 'core'. Please repeat the word once before we start your interactive demonstration."
7-foot temptress? I wonder if that's the product name. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into, but the procedure seemed simple enough. "core."
Interactive Demonstration
She strode over to me and knelt in front of me, bringing her eyes just above mine. "Everyone needs relaxation and stress relief. May I start with a massage?" Before I nodded, I felt her huge fingers slip up into my hair from behind. She began by massaging the base of my scalp, neck and shoulders. As she took her time applying skillful pressure, my whole upper body slowly relaxed. Inch by inch she pulled me in. As I let myself relax, my chin settled to rest on her shoulder, her hands reaching the middle of my back. The pressure of her hands pressed me firmly against her at first. Then she worked the muscles from side to side. As the pressure increased, it slowly increased the sideways motion dragging my chest repeatedly and conspicuously across her breasts. As the pressure intensified, I instinctively brought my hands to her hips to steady myself, though it did little to stop the motion.
After a few moments, I reflected in surprise. My palms were feeling the synthetic 'skin' of the unit for the first time, and I hadn't noticed it to be anything but natural. Her rhythmic motion stopped as one of her hands moved to the middle of my back. Holding me firmly against her, her other hand squeezed my shoulder and worked slowly down the muscles of one arm. I instinctively relaxed, both hands falling free by my sides. "I think you'll especially enjoy this." As she pressed and squeezed down through my forearm, palm, and fingers, it felt like the tension was being milked out of my limb. I felt my relaxed arm carried up over her shoulder as she alternated and treated my other arm. Finishing the pattern, she set it to rest over her opposite shoulder. I let what little grip I had bring my arms together around her neck.
The proximity and interaction was arousing and intoxicating. As she moved to my lower back I wondered if the operator knew about my erection, or that she was repeatedly smashing it againt her tummy. If she did, it didn't startle her, as she continued without reaction. Her hands firmly sqeezed my butt cheeks, then pressed and kneeded hard into them, again pulling my waist tight against her tummy. She rubbed and sqeezed down the outside of my thighs, and the relaxation spreading down into my legs made it difficult to stand. She had obviously noticed as she whispered, "As I release the tension in your legs, you may let them go if you please, I can easily support you." Both her hands now gestured one of my feet off the ground, removed my shoe and sock, and treated my free foot to a treatment of total relaxation. She gently placed my foot back on the ground and both hands stayed wrapped around my leg, kneading and pressing through each muscle as they inched upwards. All my weight was on the opposite leg and I felt a tingle through my spine as her hand worked up my inner thigh, brushing against my crotch. She lingered for a moment before squeezing and sliding her hands down my leg, again milking the tension out towards the extremity.
As she gestured my opposite foot upwards, my overly relaxed leg was shaking and struggling to support my weight. She waited patiently. A few moments later one leg was still jelly, and I couldn't get my other foot off the ground. "If I did my job correctly, you won't be able to stand. If you'd like me to continue, lean against me." Her hands hugged my back, and I closed my grip tighter around her neck. As I let my weight sink against her, I felt myself fall forwards as she leaned back much further than I expected. I tensed up, instinctively bracing for a fall as I expected us to topple to the floor. We didn't.
She was bent back on her knees at nearly a 45 degree angle, and my weight more on-top of her than held up around her neck, my feet dangling off the floor. "Relax. We won't fall." My tension slowly released. "I can stay like this all day." The light grip around her neck and the friction against her body kept me supported as she released the pressure on my back. Her hands were now slipping off my remaining shoe and sock, and because of the way I was lying against her, she pulled my foot away from her, beginning her skillful work on my foot. Again, she slowly worked her hands upwards, careful to massage and release every inch of the muscles in my leg as she let my foot come back to rest against her. I could feel her thumb pressing hard into my inner thigh, as she inched her massage up into my crotch. After lingering for a moment, she shifted back to both butt-cheeks, pressing my erection even tighter against her tummy.
My body was nearly limp from the massage as she stood and carried me across the room. "I'm designed to be life-like from head to toe, with a few small exceptions." The lighting changed slightly, becoming more dim. "We are so far unable to properly simulate a tongue. However, we are able to simulate some non-mouth to mouth kissing." She slipped me off her shoulders and I felt myself contact the couch. She sat low in front of me, leaning in to suck on the side of my neck and shoulder. Her oversize form was apparent, and the sensation was different than kissing, although quite arousing. I felt her body brush again my leg. I was in a nearly dreamlike state and before I knew it I reached my hands towards her and felt her breasts and the lace of her bra beneath her shirt. She let out a soft pleasing sound while still kissing me.
She broke free and pushed my hands aside. "Skipping ahead in the demonstration I see. As you wish. My chest is designed to feel life like yet firm whether clothed or not, and respond to attention." She pulled my hands to cup under her breasts. "Although proportionally this is the C-cup setting, in this oversize model they are somewhat larger." She was kneeling now. I pressed my hands against her breasts and felt her nipples harden through her shirt. "While my form and face are mostly fixed, there is some capability for dynamic adjustment." I felt her chest slowly flatten, becoming petite. "Adjustments are precise, and range from AAA-E, with firmness levels from the least firm at 1 to the most firm at 5. Currently at AAA3." I felt them swelling again. "AA3. A3. B3. C3." They were now back to their original size. "Do you have a preference?" I puzzled for a second. "I will remind you that our demonstration is strictly confidential, and no records of sessions are kept."
"Well. I think since this is a demonstration, I should see the full range. Show me E3 please."
"E3." She snickered a bit. "For completeness of the demonstration of course. Before I continue, I need your confirmation to some questions. Standard operating procedure. A simple yes or no will suffice, but your answers must be verbal. Is it acceptable for me to remove clothing and appear nude?" I was hoping that was where this was going, I confirmed yes. "Is it acceptable for me to create sensual contact?" Wasn't it a little late for that question? I confirmed, yes. "Is it acceptable for me to intentionally cause you to climax?" I paused for a moment. This was very upfront about a possible sexual act.
"I'm confused, is it legal to ask that? Can I really answer that?"
"Kenneth, I will first remind you that our sessions are strictly confidential. Second, of what legal ramifications could you be referring? You are in a room with an animate machine made of high-strength carbon composites and polymers. There is no entity to take part in legal action with. I will simply restate the question and you may answer yes or no. Is it acceptable for me to intentionally cause you to climax?" I didn't puzzle much longer before nodding, and then realizing she needed me to verbally confirm, yes. "Thank you. I'm sure you understand our need for standard operating procedure. In this case the questions are necessary to satisfy your request. If at any point you would like to stop the demonstration, remember you may use the safe-word 'core'." She smiled a devious smile. "Though I suspect you will want me to continue. May I change the mood of the environment?" I nodded, and while she no more than looked up and away from me, music turned on and the room was dim and filled with a dance of lights. Her hands lifted at the bottom of her tanktop, bringing it up over her head and quickly discarding it.
She leaned in close to my ear, and after the almost clinical tone of her questions, her voice was shockingly sexy. "Where were we? Ohh yes, you were admiring my... features, and requesting some.... adjustment. I think you should get a much closer look, don't you agree?" With mostly a view of her hair as she leaned over me, I nodded. "Good. First I have a job for you. Reach your hands up and unhook my bra. The clasp is right there in the front." I slid my hands up her torso, doing as she asked. Rising up in front of me, she quickly slid her bra off one arm at a time before crawling up to sit directly on my lap. I could hear her voice from above as her chest completely filled my view. "Scientific studies have shown that throughout history, my current proportion has remained the most universally desirable." She was slowly pulsing her weight against me, and I brought my hands up to feel both of her now bare breasts. "As an operator, I don't feel your touch. Instead right now I see the pressure points of your fingers dragging across my breasts. Just as earlier, I could see you hard against my tummy during our mildly sensual massage." That answered my question about whether she noticed before.
"That was the mildly sensual massage?" She giggled at me, and her hand pressed my face fully into one of her perfect breasts.
"Ohh yes." I felt her crotch press up against me and rub firmly into my manhood. "You may ask for the full sensual massage another time. Right now we're working on a demonstration." She sat away from me slightly and placed both of my hands to cup her breasts, holding them firmly in place. "As I was saying, my current proportions are the most universally desirable, but we understand the need for adjustment. Sometimes for preferences, sometimes simply for variety." I felt her breasts swell against my palms. "The D3 setting fills out a dress or bikini more, and with a bit more sexuality." Her breasts swelled again in my hands. "The DD3 setting provides a more distracting appearance, especially with the right clothing, or lack of clothing." She let my hands free and pressed one breast against my face. "The cup volume right now is more than double the standard setting." I felt the form of her breast soften against my cheek as she dragged it against me. "You should be able to get a good sense of the firmness settings as well. This is D1." She leaned back and it was obvious her breasts took on a more natural looking teardrop. "For a tight, and frankly, a more artificial appearance, there is D5." Her breasts rose to defy gravity, becoming firm and athletic looking despite their size. "This also comes in handy for making a statement in dresses which are too revealing to afford a bra." I couldn't resist and reached my hands up to massage and feel them, now impossibly buoyant on her frame. They were more supple than I expected. In only a moment I felt them increasing in size again. "DDD5 is mostly reserved for advertising photo shoots and sensual play. Cup volume is 200% more than standard." She again leaned her towards me, and a moment later her nipple was pressed up against forehead . "E5 is too unnatural to find much use." Leaning back I could see why. Her breasts were huge and yet retained a firm shape that defied their size. A moment later her nipples fell and her breasts took on a less impossible teardrop appearance. "E3, as you requested, is somewhat less unnatural. Cup volume is 300% more than standard."
She brought my hands up to her breasts, and I was shocking how large they felt in my hands compared to just a few minutes before. I lifted and massaged them, first more in fascination than sexuality. "This setting is really only used for sensual play." Her hands posed on either side of her breasts. "What do you think? Are they everything you hoped for?" I chuckled and nodded a bit. "Take notice how my nipples have expanded slightly. Here this will help." She leaned in enough to gently place her nipple against my lips. "Can you feel that? Don't be shy. Go ahead and take it all in." I couldn't resist taking it into my mouth and sucking at it, my mind shifting away from curiosity and back to arousal. "That's nice. Be thorough. Do you like the size difference?" She leaned towards me, smothering her oversize breast against me. "I'm really your ultimate fantasy. Classy cocktail dress by night, and exotic stripper by night." She pulled my head between her breasts and pressed them around both sides of my face. My hands felt the contours of her bare back. "Let's see if I have you convinced." She rocked back away from me, offering a spectacular view of her huge bustline, now pressed together in her hands. "Would you prefer me to be this size for your next sensual massage?" I nodded my head as she rubbed her assets back and forth against eachother. Her hand slipped down and found my erection. "I can see that you would. Right now we must keep the demonstration moving along." Her fingers slipped underneath the waist of my pants. "May I?"
As I nodded, I stared intently at her breasts as she unfastened and unzipped my pants. "I have the dexterity to handle fittings and clasps, and other details." Her hand started massaging my member. "Actually the official demonstration ended a while back. However, there is more to enjoy, would you like to continue? " Her other hand gently tugged at my pants.
I didn't need a hint, I pressed to slip my pants down and out of the way. "Yes Sandy, I would like to see as much as you're willing to share." I could see her smirking down at me while I wriggled out of my pants.
"You are a fun one. Let me know if you would like anything specific. I don't frequently get such willing 'full' participants, and I do need the practice." She crawled back off me, kneeling on the floor and pulling my pants down over my feet. She tossed them across the room, and began massaging my stiff member with one hand. I started to slouch slightly as the waves of pleasure shot through me. My hands instinctively refinding purchase on her breasts. She was seductively looking down at me, the light still dancing against her naked and sex proportioned body.
"May I take them away for a moment? I promise to bring them back." She was looking down at my hands still groping around her breasts. No sooner had I let them free, she bent her head down into my lap and began sucking on my cock. So far the whole experience of interacting with her was relatively life-like, I couldn't help but think of her as a person. The feeling of her sucking on my cock was something else entirely. It was amazingly, impossibly pleasurable. It wasn't like real human oral sex. Her head didn't stroke up and down. There was no obvious repetive pattern. The sensations were amazing. She remained there for a few minutes before surfacing. "I know that was just a taste, but what do you think? Better, worse, different?"
"Different and exciting. How about some more and I'll give you a more thorough review."
She giggled at me. "Yes, that's a common reaction. That will have to wait for another time Ken, as we have to get you back. However, I do have one last treat." How did she know my name? I don't remember it coming up in conversation. She stood and slipped her skirt off, her crotch hardly covered by a thong. "This is my favorite part." She quickly slipped her undergarment to the floor and knelt ontop of me as she had before, and I felt her arms lift me into a more upright position. Her fingers tipped my chin upwards until she could see my eyes. "I make it a point never to leave a session unsatisfied."
I felt her huge hands cradling the back of my head, pressing me squarely into her left breast. "You're fun to play for Ken." Then she slipped herself down and took me inside her. Like the oral sex, this was a very different sensation than typical sex, although impossibly good. I felt her cycling through distinctly different sensations, while only moving slightly on top of me. "If you come visit again I can give you a proper sensual massage. Especially now that I know your.... preferences. Now it's time for you to come." She started moving more disctincly up and down. As her breasts bounced gently into my face, the sensations she delivered to my cock intensified and drove me to climax.
After a moment in stillness, she climbed up off me, and retrieved my pants. "Thanks Ken, that was good practice for me. I hope you enjoyed it." She handed me a card with her name and a 2d barcode. "Show this card to any model and you can request me as an operator." She walked back to the chair, quickly slipped her skirt and tank-top back on and sat down. "Now I have to leave, enjoy the rest of your day here." The giant form slumped back into an unmoving resting position. I sat for a moment to take in what had happened before slipping my clothes back on and preparing to re-enter reality.
Twenty minutes later, I was wandering somewhere back near where Steve had left me when he came bounding around a corner. "There you are. Hope you didn't get too lost back here. That call took much longer than I thought. As I said, we're really excited about the possibility of you joining us here. Let's take you to my office so I can give you the details. I'm sure you'll be pleased."