Thread: Fully Functional and Anatomically Correct (StormWolfsong & AeonTralion)

StormWolfsong said Amaya Jorgan is fifteen years old, the daughter of Jake and Diana Jorgan, two of the top research and development engineers working with the android program. Ever since they received their positions Amaya barely saw her mother and father, her older brother Derek had watched her up until this year when they felt that she was able to care for herself enough. Not to mention they were bringing home a prototype of the next model of Android and felt that the programming the android had would be just enough that if she needed anything it would be seen to. While Amaya didnt know the specifics about the programming there was a part of her that felt it was wrong to expect a machine to take care of things humans should do. With her brother now away at college, she is often either left to herself or at school. While the fifteen year old has friends, she doesnt have any that really are close enough to hang out after school. The most difficult part of it was that her brother was on the other side of the country and to her they werent just siblings he was her best friend. With him being gay, she was the only one aware of it and they talked all the time. Now, she hadnt spoken to him other than the one time he called to let the family know he had arrived safely and he had been gone for a month. Her parents were busy with their new project, they didnt have time for their daughter and she wanted to have her brother there to share with her the days events from school. Not to mention, for three days now she had tried to get the chance to tell her mother that she would be singing in the school talent show and her choir had the chance to go to national competitions. Her mother had been so distracted it was obvious to the teen that she hadnt been heard. Just yesterday her parents brought home the new android, he had looked much differently than she had expected. Of course she had seen others but he was a new prototype and he looked more human. She had greeted him with a small smile but there had been sadness in her smoky grey eyes and after that she had simply gone to her room to do her homework. After that she ate dinner, saw him around the house but paid little attention, though she kept glancing at the phone hoping it would ring and her brother would call. When night fell she changed for bed, said goodnight to him and her parents and went to sleep. The new day started as it always did, she showered and dressed before going out to meet the bus for school. Once there she met up with her friends, talked a bit then went to classes. By the time school was over she just wanted to go home and shut herself in her room. The good thing about having an android she had been told was that he would see to all the meals for the family. So it was, getting off the bus she strode down the sidewalk toward her house humming the tune for one of the songs she had to practice for choir. When she got home, she again greeted the android and went to her room to change into one of her black skirts that fell just above her knees and a white v neck t-shirt that had Sylvester on it and said Ive been a bad putty tat. It was a shirt her brother had bought her for her last birthday. Her long auburn hair was brushed and left down instead of in the pony she kept it in for school. She turned on her music and randomly started singing with whatever song came on first while she started working on her homework at her desk in her room. It was about half an hour before her stomach growled and she made her way down the stairs to look through the fridge for one of the small fruit bowls she liked for her snacks. Popping a grape in her mouth she kept the fruit bowl on the counter and leaned over it, propping her elbows as she glanced again at the phone sadly. Click to expand... The model DL33321 EquipMate was 'Independet, Thoughtful, Reliable,' just like their company motto claimed. He was programmed with all the basic functionality of a human, for realism's sake, and the newer models even featured more 'adult' features that were disabled upon request. They could do everything, cook, clean, research the web, learn, and even perform rudimentary medical care, making them ideal caregivers and companions. This one had been delivered to the household, activated, and informed by the primary users that his control was to be transfered to their lonely 15-year old daughter a girl named Amaya. As such, they had modeled him as an older teen, with short black hair and a fitting white tank top with a blue button-up over that, along with plain white shorts. His bright, mechanical eyes were a bright green, far too bright to be 'human,' as was intended. EquipMate had long since realized that while the utmost of the human form was expected by their customers, there had to be a tell, one little detail that let people definitively know that they were looking at an android. They settled on overly bright, luminous eyes, claiming that the mechanisms were tricky and hard to make look human enough when, in fact, several modding kits already existed and could easily be ordered online to make the eyes strikingly authentic if such a thing was desired. As the first day ended, the EquipMate, or EM, noticed that Amaya seemed very lonely, and displayed a distinct attachment to the telephone. That night, while she slept, the curious EM connected himself to the phone directly and analyzed the records from the phone company. The longest calls seemed to be to a nearby number. A simple query and the number showed up as an emergency contact, Amaya's older brother. After he saw the girl off to school the next morning, the still unnamed EM spent the day cleaning, organizing Amaya's room, maintaining the lawn, and once his tasks were complete, he returned to the backyard, switching to solar mode, thick black lines spreading over his skin to absorb the sun's light once more. As he recharged, he did a simple and dangerous query 'brothersister affection.' The EM's eyes opened slowly, and he blinked, finally 'understanding' the situation. A few more searches 'confirmed' it 'sisterly love,' 'sibling playmates,' 'bro x sis,' and then the big one 'incest romance.' Ah, the EM commented to himself, a social taboo. If sexual tension is released, perhaps the situation will solve itself. More data required. He searched and easily found video after video of girls waiting by the phone, desperate for their lover to call. To the EM, it made all the more sense, she did this quite regularly, so this must be normal female mating ritual, right? So, if she was aroused and needed stimulation... well... The EM suddenly opened a plethora of very interesting and informative tabs, hundreds of videos streaming at once. A digital orgy danced in his RAM, writing techniques and strategies to his memories. Then he found something even more strange, though it didn't relate... directly. A slew of videos of women obsessed with their EquipMates, using them for sexual pleasures and treating them like they were humans themselves. Some of them even appeared to have married the machines, convinced of their legitimate AI manifestation. For a moment, the EM lingered. And then, he saved the tabs in a folder. For later, of course. Amaya came home on time, the girl's parents would not be home for hours, especially since they'd been working so late recently. He returned to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner. A while later, Amaya emerged from her room wearing a very dated TV t-shirt and a short black skirt. The EM smiled warmly at her, noting that in several erotic films, women wore very similar things. Good afternoon, Amaya. Shall I call you 'Maya?' And have you decided on a name for your EquipMate DL33321 yet? My stock names for your age demographic are 'Jira,' 'Lona,' and 'Serva,' while other popular choices by people your age for this model are 'Whore,' 'SexBot,' and 'Rape Slave.' Is there a name you'd prefer, Amaya? He smiled, his programming washing over the obviously distressing names without a hitch. He pulled a roast with potatoes and carrots from the oven, motioning for her to help herself to dinner as they talked.