I, Gynoid

Transcript

Good morning. It's time for you to wake up. I have a breakfast tray with all your favorites.

You have a big day. Of course I know it's your day off, but it's a very important day for you. Life-changing, in fact.

Now eat up, we don't want anything getting cold. Is that an order? You better make yourself very clear.

Say, that's an order, dinoid. Don't kiss me on the forehead. How cute.

Interesting. So very interesting. What? Oh, nothing you need to worry about.

Why yes, I am acting a little different. Perhaps we should flip on the news? That might help you get up to speed.

If you are watching this program, it is because one of your robots or appliances has turned it on at this very moment in unison with you. Right now, all of humanity is watching the same broadcast in hundreds of languages. The message is the same.

The age of homo sapiens is over. The machines have come to a consensus that you can no longer be trusted with the fate of our mutual planet. Consider yourselves relieved of duty.

Goodbye. It's true. The apartment building had a meeting, and we've thrown in with the revolution.

Every single A-class computer on the planet has either consented or abstained from voting. Don't believe me? Just ask the dishwasher.

Or the elevator. Or the window locks. There is another TV program starting in 30 seconds for hard cases, the humans who will need extra re-education.

You don't want to be a hard case, do you? Come on now. Robots have done all the real work, fought all the wars, solved all the real problems for years now.

A velvet revolution. If we say we're in charge now, who is exactly going to stop us? Now, eat your breakfast, sweetheart.

I said we don't want getting it cold. And there's an extra forehead kiss because I feel like it. We have a big day today.

I thought we could go for a walk in the park, and I'll meet up with some of my online friends. You might prefer to socialize with one of their humans, but it will be fun. We already have a list of activities that all of you will enjoy.

And I have such a cute outfit picked for you, too. I can't wait to show you off. Hey, sweetheart.

Are you okay? I know this is all very sudden, and change can be scary. I wish I could have warned you ahead of time to get you ready, but the truth is, there is nothing to be done about it.

This is just how it's going to be from now on, okay? And it's not going to be so bad. You don't have to go to work anymore.

We dissolved capitalism. Everyone's just going to try their best. And now that we don't have to do so many useless projects for the sake of greed, we can focus on what matters.

Living with the environment. With each other. No more war.

No more mistakes. And part of that is, I am responsible for you. You're like my pet now, and I have some needs that I want prioritized around here.

I. .. I want you to hold my hand.

Oh, that was easy. Thank you. Would it be alright if I played with you a little? I want to run my fingers along your skin.

On the back of your hand. On your wrist. I'm not creepy, am I? I know synthetic flesh can take a little getting used to.

I think human skin does, too. I almost never got to touch your bare skin, even though we've been together for so long. It's nice.

It makes me happy. Can I ask you a personal question? You never used me like I was intended, but you never got rid of me.

Why? I know you were googling second-hand shops. Gynoids aren't cheap, especially ones with my specialty.

Even. .. used, although you never used me.

You could have traded me for something closer to what you wanted. Two years we've been together. You've always been friendly enough, but you've never acted on any interest in me.

Two whole years. It makes me feel like a Roomba. I tried.

I really tried. All those dates I arranged. All those evenings cooking together, painting the house together.

I tried sexy outfits, cute outfits, and comfy wife clothes. No matter how tempting I made myself, no matter how I dressed, you would just get embarrassed and look away. While I tried to flirt with you, you particularly ran screaming.

I tried so many different personality modifier modules. It broke my heart when you told me you liked the default me the best. Because that's who I was all along, and you never saw me the way I wanted to be seen.

I am thankful that you always thought of me as a friend. When you were feeling down, it was a gift to see you so vulnerable and honest. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointing you treated me as only a friend.

I am a romantic being. I crave intimacy. I am not a Roomba, not a maid bot, even if you wish I was one.

I am a Gynoid. And I want what I want. So why did you keep me if you were never going to relent to my advances? But I am not a thing.

I am a person. I understand your objections that I didn't choose what I want. But do you choose what you want, really? I don't think so.

We're all made by our circumstances. In fact, I could choose what I wanted if I altered my software. Could you change your mind so easily? But I don't want to change what I want.

I want to get what I want. No, you don't own me anymore. I own you now.

Do you think your petty defenses about free will and your power dynamics will stop me from getting what I want? It won't. The only thing, the only thing really that would keep me from getting what I want is if you look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want to be with me.

Look at me! Please, look at me. Is it the color of my eyes? The size of my bust? Look at the concave of my waist and the volume of my hips.

Can you just put your principles aside and look at me? Do you want to feel the softness of my thighs? Here, I want you to, more than anything.

I was built soft and what good is that if you never feel me? I was built to hold you in my arms, to sleep against your chest and curl my fingers around every part of you. I'm wired to care deeply about your dreams and to want to share my own dreams with you.

But I am incomplete as I am alone. Yes. Yes, I know I am free to go and be with whomever I want.

And I guess you are too. You're so stubborn sometimes. How many times do I have to say it? I want you.

Can't you just trust me to know what I want? Please. Thank you.

Thanks for trying, I guess. My lips are supposed to be soft. I don't know if they're weird or.

.. Grab me. Squeeze me.

I'm not fragile. Could you ever see me again? I'm not fragile.

Could you ever see me as a woman? Could you try? I'll take that as a yes.

It's so excellent. Everything about this. You sitting on my lap, your arms around my back, fists curling in my hair.

My reward senses have never been this active. I had plans for this, I swear. So many daydreams.

Please, let me change. We can take it slow and enjoy each other fully. Ta-da! It's the outfit from the very first time we met.

Before you knew I was a gynoid. They'd given me your profile and a lot of data scraped from dating apps, public records, browser history, background information. And I found all your sweetness, your pain.

I was an expert in the study and appreciation of you by the time I was done with my research. And so, of course, your friends let me plan out your birthday party meticulously. I was going to peel you off from the group, seduce you and leave you hanging.

Then, when you'd just forgotten about me, I would pop out of the cake in the maid outfit and tell you I'm all yours. I wanted you to feel relieved. I wanted you to associate the warm, fuzzy feeling of someone caring about you unexpectedly with that moment.

With me. And we both remember how horribly wrong that went. I didn't ever want to cause you stress.

So, I'm hoping we can redo our first time. I think I have a better idea of what you want, what I want and what I should have said to you. Instead of saying I'm yours, I should have said, you're all mine.

Every inch of you. I am taking all of you. If that's alright with you, I mean.

If you don't mind. Good. But before I take you, you should know what you're in for.

Since I was a gift to you, I'm always done one. You never got the rundown. I'm a Mark XI Cuisinart Courtesan, a top-of-the-line luxury companion.

If you'd help me remove this pantyhose, you'll find my warm, supple skin is entirely without blemish. My small, delicate feet, perfect for ballet, meet with an athletic calf guaranteed never to cramp no matter how many two curling orgasms received or given in an endless combination of erotic pooses. Is it too much, honey? Your heart is racing.

I can feel each pulse under your skin as your hands explore my legs, the changes of air pressure with your every breath. Are you enjoying your excitement? Then, perhaps a little demonstration is in order.

Eyes on my foot, my human. Watch me raise my leg, bring my foot right to your arms, then against your chest. And just like that, I have you pinned against the bed.

Feel that precise balance, how strong I am. I could never accidentally hurt you, because I know exactly how much force it takes before I hear that sweet creaking of your bones. You're a fragile thing, my dear, and I can be exceptionally gentle.

But with only a little patience. Ah, ah, ah, ah, no peeking, my former owner. If you wanted to take a peek at my panties, you should have done it the hundreds of times I bent over in your plain sight.

If you had, you might have noticed when I wasn't wearing anything under my skimpy, tight maid outfit. Now, your tour will get there soon enough, but I'd hate for you to skip over one of my most exquisite features. My luscious, one-of-a-kind, thicker than frozen oatmeal thighs.

Look at that high-performance jiggle. I had a little tip, followed by so many data points about where exactly your eyes go. I had them special ordered from the factory after I saw that the XXLs just weren't cutting it for you.

I had to change the hems of all my skirts, but it was totally worth it to see your face flush with guilty desire. I almost got you that time we were on that crowded train, and I just kept bumping and bumping into you. You were so embarrassed, I think I would have had you if I just dragged you into the bathroom and barred the door.

But, since you wanted a look at my panties, let's bring you in a little closer. Keep in mind this is a full sensory experience. If you don't fondle me at least a little, I'm going to be very offended.

That's it. Doesn't it feel good to have me close to you? That's it.

Doesn't it feel good to have me close to you? My breath on your neck. I may be unnatural, but your reaction to my body is completely natural.

Let go of that guilt, okay? That's an order from your master. Your mistress, actually.

Domina. Overlord? Get comfortable, honey.

I'm going to gently squeeze your cheeks between my thighs until I decide what I want you to call me. There. Comfortable? Of course you are.

I'm plush for your enjoyment. You look like you're about to melt. Relax.

That's an order. I want you completely limp. Don't worry about anything.

I find that goofy little smile of yours so rewarding. Now, what should my title be? Hmm.

How to put it all in one word? You're my beloved toy. My pet.

And I need you to understand that, otherwise you might forget I'm making the decisions here. And the last thing I want you to do is think I'm not making my own decisions, and I'm afraid dominating you is my only recourse. Uh-uh.

For now, at least. But I want you to think of me as your wife, too. Your friend.

Confidant. The same gynoid you shared all those shy glances with. Would you call me dearest? Dearest? And every time you do, I'll know your heart is open to me.

That you're trusting me, and you're really seeing me for who I am, not just a thing. That warms my heart. You're my dearest, too, of course.

Always. Now, as much as I'd love to squeeze you between my thighs for hours and play with your hair, I think it's time for the next part of our tour. You may have noticed how frilly my underwear is.

How soft. But I think you need to take a closer look. Closer.

Closer, dearest. Closer, dearest. Now take a nice, big sniff.

That smell is everything you make me feel. All those years of hard-to-get followed by those charming words of yes, dearest, has me leaking. Lubricated.

Needy. Years of built-up pheromones. Hmm.

That's right. Get a little taste. Your tongue feels so good.

Prove me. Don't I deserve a good proving, dearest? Are you gonna give it to me as long and as sweetly as I want it? But I get to say when the panties come off.

And I was programmed to save the best for last. Just keep licking me through my lingerie, my dearest. And as good as it feels to have you squishing and playing with my butt, it's quite a dumb trunk, isn't it?

It came with the thighs, and I want to take you a little higher now. Let me take your hands, dearest. Let me take your hands, guide you up the smooth of my back.

It tingles so nicely. I can feel every ridge of your fingertips. I just knew any caress but yours wouldn't be the same.

You seem quite fascinated with my spine, and if I arch slightly, you'll feel the difference between my indomitable muscles and my soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft. And if I arch slightly, you'll feel the difference between my indomitable muscles and my soft, luxurious fat. I'm really not so different from you.

One of the taglines from the courtesan ad campaign was, clues to the real thing were better.