The date is October 1st, 2020.

Place: Samsung HQ, Seoul, South Korea.

Society has advanced into requiring robotic-based partners. Technological scientists have modified everything on common electronics so that this hurdle could be accomplished. By everything, we mean everything...

"The hell are you saying?! I'm sorry, I just flared up there. Is there any way you could translate what you're saying into English?"

The scientist Nick was speaking to, obviously a Korean, translated her speaking into writing, first Korean, then translated technologically into English. The monitor read to you:

You have been selected by the company as a test subject. You will be introduced to our newly-created virtual-companion technology, installed into our current line of products. They will be tested in this order:

1. VC UHD television

2. VC Galaxy S10 phone

3. VC Galaxy Tab F tablet

4. VC French Door Refrigerator

In the meantime, whilst you are following through with these "tests", we will be watching everything. Don't feel ashamed or nervous from that, we're just doing our job. We will document the following:

*Effectiveness of seductive moves of our technology. This means how easy or hard it will be for our technology to arouse you enough to "join in".

*Ease-of-access into the synthetic human bodily parts of said products. How easy will it be for you to "enter" the female companion electronics. We are not allowed to disclose these added parts to you at the moment.

*Time it takes to get you to climax. This one's self-explanatory.

*How much/hard you orgasm. Once again, self-explanatory.

*The post-climatic events. After climaxing, how will you and our technology feel after this experience?

*The lifelike qualities of our VC products. How much do their "parts" relate to their human counterparts?

And that's about it.

Nick looked back up at the Brunette, middle-aged Korean woman.

Was she kidding me? I was taken from my normal job at this building, to have sex with a TV, fridge, phone, and tablet?!

She pointed over to the upper-left corner of the massive, soundproof, white-walled-and-carpeted booth, where a small, 3 ft tall garage style door open, and a 70-inch, glossy-black UHD TV, with jagged-looking, geometric-looking legs, strutted out on all fours, embedding her angled, devious black eyes with blue pupils. The same shade of midnight-blue used in their logo.

The monitor used for the translating read:

This is Song. She is our first experiment using the Virtual Companion technology, not to mention the most successful. We think you'll find her to be a lustful, pleasurable system.

Song was turning around, slower and slower, her glossy-black, angled ass in Nick's vicinity, where he could see everything of her now. Well, almost everything.

The anthro flat-screen put her face down, her ass up ever higher, then Nick saw the "everything" of her.

The heaven-sent, throbbing, salmon-pink slit that was her pussy, winking to him like a mare in heat.