Robot Love

By Morgan Synatra

An erotic dystopian tale exploring the nature of love and sex. Can a man love a robot? Can she love back? Senator Trumble suspects his android Ginny is in fact human and not artificial intelligence. The truth, he learns, is more disturbing than he thought.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Morgan Synatra
• Release date: Nov 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223604280

Morgan Synatra

Morgan Synatra writes erotic short stories in the genres of dystopian sci fi, Master/slave, hucow (human cow), and sissy transformation. These stories are intended for adults over the age of 18. Morgan also loves a steamy erotic romance story with powerful, handsome heroes, evil barons, and women who like their men hard and deep. You can contact Morgan at [e-mail] Or visit Morgan's web site at https://morgansynatra.wixsite.com/morgansynatra-com

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Robot Love: An Erotic Love Story

Chapter 1

G inny! Ginny, where are.... Fuck, where is that damn robot? I told her to stay put. Where’s my razor, Ginny?

Stepping out of the shower, the man grabbed a towel and quickly dried off his short, black hair, then wrapped it around his waist. He was a tall, slender man, just under one hundred and eighty pounds, but rippling with tight muscles that looked like boating rope. He walked into the kitchen. Dirty dishes lay piled in the sink, and a mug of steaming coffee sat on the counter next to his wallet.

Damn it, I can’t even get a shave around here, he muttered, feeling the dark two-day old stubble on his face.

Ginny!

He left the kitchen and walked through the living room into the hallway. He found the android facing the wall, standing in the space between his opened bedroom door and the wall. She was naked, as he assumed all owners kept their androids, her long dirty-blonde hair trailing down the pale skin of her lovely back to the cleavage of her round ass. These androids are beautiful to look at, he thought, and pleasing to the eye. This one had large, pendulous breasts with teacup-sized areola, and a pleasant waist, flaring out to wide, well-padded hips. To look at her, one would think she was human. Indeed, he was becoming quite fond of her, and had begun to depend on her.

I’m sorry, sir. I can’t seem to get out of this closet.

Ginny... Jesus, you’re not in a closet, Ginny.

He closed the door and took her by the shoulders, gently turning her around. There, he said. You’re in the hallway. See?

Thank you for removing me from the closet, sir, she replied. It was getting stuffy in there.

You’re in the hallway Ginny, not the closet. Watch.

He opened the door again, creating the semi-enclosed space in which she had been standing. He then closed the door again, opening the space.

See? Hallway.

I’m sorry, sir. I’ll try to be more approachable in the future.

More approachable? What are you talking about?

Your wallet is on the kitchen counter, sir.

Yes, I know. I put it there.

Breakfast will be served in fifteen minutes.

Fine. Where’s the razor? I need a shave.

The razor is in the toilet, sir.

In the toilet?

He walked back into the bathroom. There was the razor, sitting in the bottom of the toilet bowl.

What the fuck? He reached in and fished it out of the water, then rinsed it off and washed his hands in the sink.

She’s definitely crashing or lagging. I hope it’s not serious.

The robot, a titanium-skeletal android covered in living human skin, was the latest model, the HADA Beta-12, a Human Android Domestic Assistant. She was programmed for domestic duty, human companionship, and sexual service. According to the advertising literature, she had an advanced artificial intelligence neural-simulation brain, powered by the latest nuclear fusion cell that worked on food. As she ate, just like a person, her body converted the food into its elemental components, and used them as a source of energy. Waste products were eliminated into the toilet. She had sensory organs similar to a human. To feel her body one would think she was a real person- warm and soft. They had even given her simulated breathing and a pulse. She was as close to a real person as one could get. Except this one was malfunctioning.

Ginny, I’m taking you in for a diagnostic today. You seem to be laggy.

Yes, sir. Will blackened steak and roasted potatoes be okay for breakfast?

No, steak and potatoes are for dinner. Make me some scrambled eggs and toast with butter.

Right away, sir.

Ginny walked into the kitchen and began preparing his meal.

Running late, the man decided to forego the shave and just get dressed and go. He wore the blue tunic of the legislative guild, with a red sash around his waist denoting his position as a senator. He ate quickly, wiped his mouth, and headed for the door.

"I’ll be home at lunch to bring you