Not much to say for this chapter really, but beware, the human/robot antics continue on.
This is a story that starts with a certain scientist…
It was his brilliant mind that allowed him to create an amazing and unique robot. This robot was unlike anything anyone had ever seen; its heart seemed to be almost human.
As remarkable as the robot was, its inventor was still unsatisfied. He wanted more out of his creation; he wanted to make it the absolute best it could ever be.
He coveted this goal not to better serve mankind though. He sought instead to create the ideal companion for his own personal desires…
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Nate willed himself to keep his eyes open. All he could hope to do was appear attentive as a series of slides were displayed on a large screen, while Simone stood by and brandished a long cane to tap at various points on each projected picture, explaining something or other in a voice too fast for the boy to easily digest. What he really wanted was to try stealing a few more moments of rest during this currently-incomprehensible presentation, but he could see Manuelo shifting his beady eyes towards him whenever he yawned, or began to slump in his chair. Living like this was torture, self-inflicted torture at that, but there was no other choice for him; he had to keep sacrificing sleep to achieve his ends.
For what was becoming an entire week, Nate covertly ran his nightly operations, continuing his plans to alter F-00, his masterpiece, both in programmed behavior and in physical design. This task alone was demanding as it was, but his assistants had imposed more tasks still for him to do, research work entirely unrelated to the robot with a heart. To appease his elders, as well to dismiss any mounting suspicions of his true intentions, he put out the extra effort to assume that additional work alongside his own agenda.
Once Simone had ended her slide presentation, the research staff meeting was dismissed, and Nate headed for the door. He almost jumped in surprise as a hand pressed on his shoulder, and he turned his head to see Simone with an inquisitive expression that the boy found just a little intrusive.
"Do you have any questions about the presentation, Professor?" she asked curiously, receiving a weary shake of the boy's brown-haired head in response. While Nate really did have no further inquiries, what she did not know was that Nate's attention had been drifting listlessly the entire time. He opted to change the subject as he declared, "Simone, I'm going to work more on improving F-00's interaction skills. I'd like your assistance, if you're not too busy."
Simone frowned in confusion. She didn't want to argue with Nate, but she could not allow him to neglect his work. "A-are you sure there is time for that, Professor? What about your research? I know you take much pride in your robot, but…"
As her voice trailed off without finishing the sentence, Nate explained, "I haven't had any time lately to play – work… work with F-00 because of all that research to do. This will only be a quick session, I promise, and then I'll get back to the other stuff."
She considered the boy's request. Did the robot he had created mean that much to him, a robot that would soon become one of several to be sold across the region, and beyond? To her it seemed somewhat irrational in the grand scheme of things, but she realized that even as learned and educated as he was, Nate was still a young boy, a youth who inwardly craved the life of a regular child, free to play and socialize with his peers. Nate had programmed the robot to be the friend he never had… Who would she be, then, to deny him of what little quality time he could spend with his unlikely companion?
The large room where Nate and F-00 first met had gone unused for any other purpose since then, so the boy had naturally assigned that room to be where he would conduct any experiments that related to his robot, a decision that nobody in the lab had really cared enough to object to. The boy eyed the familiar capsule resting on the room's single desk; an object that looked like a slightly larger version of an ordinary Poke Ball. He picked up the ball and opened it, revealing a brilliant flash of light from which F-00 emerged, giggling gleefully before calling out, "GOOD MORNING, NATE."
Simone raised an eyebrow in response to what she had just seen. "You keep the robot in a ball?"
"He doesn't like being switched off, so I keep him in here when he needs recharging, or when I have to leave him." Nate tucked the capsule into the pocket of his coat, and exchanged it for a different Poke Ball, which he handed to his assistant. "For this test, I want F-00 to try battling with a Pokemon. Simone, could you battle with F-00 and I using this Pokemon?"
Taking the ball, she agreed, wondering what Pokemon the child professor had chosen for this experiment. She could only hope that whatever was inside would not try to damage Nate's precious creation beyond repair; from her studies she knew that some Pokemon species could cause a surprising amount of destruction in spite of their size or docile demeanor. She then opened the ball, creating another burst of light, and summoning a small quadruped Pokemon, coated with pink fur that smelt of blossoming flowers.
"Ah, a Deerling," Simone observed. Not known for being especially aggressive, Deerling seemed like a fitting choice for practice-battling, and she watched as the deer Pokemon playfully trotted about the room, showing some interest in the unusual newcomer. Nate turned to F-00, and told it, "Okay, let's begin," but the robot did not seem to understand what to do.
"BEGIN? WHAT ARE WE DOING?"
"F-00, I've equipped you with a system that lets you use certain Pokemon attacks. You can use those attacks to fight other Pokemon!" Nate hoped that F-00 would follow. Like a human, it was designed to absorb information from external stimuli, writing what it processed into its own memory. As far as the boy was concerned, simple and brief dialogue was the most effective form of educating the robot.
"ATTACKS… FIGHTING?" The robot's curiosity remained stalwart.
"Yes. Don't worry, it's perfectly safe! It's also fun… Trust me." The professor gave his robot a wide grin, attempting to encourage it, while Simone continued to wait patiently for the battle to commence. Her Pokemon, on the other hand, did not empathize; the Deerling eagerly rapped its stiff hooves upon the metal floor, creating a rather cacophonous racket.
"FUN? …FUN! I WANT TO HAVE FUN WITH NATE! I WANT TO FIGHT!" F-00 jumped around in an unmistakable display of unbridled vitality, before advancing towards the Deerling, whose large eyes quickly began to focus on its robotic opponent.
F-00 flailed its wiry arms, delivering a series of imprecise slaps, which the deer Pokemon easily braced against, shaking off the damage with little effort. Nate could tell by F-00's light, flouncing movements that the robot was having fun with this exercise, even if it did not have sufficient strength to complement its enthusiasm.
Meanwhile, Simone's analytical side came into play. She judged that the robot's metallic composition would equate to being a Steel-type, if it were an actual Pokemon. That would make any attacks of Deerling's primary types, Normal and Grass, much less effective for combating its opponent. Electric attacks, too, would only replenish the robot's energy supply, as she had seen from the notes that her colleague Manuelo had shared with her… but she doubted whether this Deerling had any electrically-aligned moves to begin with.
"What types are most effective against Steel Pokemon?" she muttered to herself. Her memory quickly recalled that specific piece of information: Fire, Ground, Fighting… Perhaps there would be a way for Deerling to deliver a hard blow. She didn't want to destroy the robot, but she didn't particularly feel like losing, even if this was not a serious battle.
"Deerling, use Double Kick!" Simone commanded to the Pokemon, watching it turn around to strike the robot with its hind hooves. F-00 made no effort to avoid or even defend against the attack, and Nate could feel a trickle of sweat as the robot was buffeted by the Deerling's forceful kicks.
"Stop! Stop the battle!" Nate insisted, rushing to wedge himself between F-00 and Deerling, the latter suddenly ceasing its attack to avoid harming the human. Nate turned the robot's face to meet his; he was relieved to see that aside from a few negligible nicks and dents, F-00 was still in excellent condition.
"STOP… WHY STOP? BATTLES ARE NOT FUN?" F-00 inquired, while the boy knelt down to wrap the robot's small body around his arms, like everything in the room was out to dismantle it. Nate didn't let go as he responded, "I stopped because I wanted to keep you safe. And I wanted to keep you safe because I love you."
F-00 paused before joining its own thin arms around Nate's neck, hugging him back. "NATE LOVES F-00… F-00 LOVES NATE TOO!"
Simone then pointed her Poke Ball at the idle Deerling, causing the Pokemon to recede back within the device. She could not help but feel a little guilty about how reckless she had been, and she began to apologize, "I'm sorry, Professor. I guess I got carried away."
Nate gave his assistant an apprehensive face that seemed to combine sorrow with anger; it was against his nature to bear animosity towards kindly Simone, but if she were to demolish his best friend, even by accident… he could never forgive her. "You don't have to apologize. I… I just don't want F-00 to be hurt. You see, I've always been in this lab for as long as I can remember, always doing studies or research… and always around adults like you, or Manuelo. I've never had the chance to live like a regular kid my age, but now that I built F-00, I finally have a friend I can play with. If I lose F-00, then…"
Simone could see that the boy's emotions were genuine, even if they were for an artificial automaton; as complex and outstanding as this robot was designed to be, it was still only a facsimile, a pale imitation of a true human. Even if Nate were to pour all the love he had into his robot, would it ever return that love? She did not have the answers, but if it was what made Nate happy, she could not wholeheartedly object. "I can see you really do care about F-00. It's almost as if you two are brothers, perhaps something even closer… Do you suppose a robot like F-00 can really show love itself?"
Nate was about to answer when an alarm began to blare, indicating the presence of a hazardous fire in another room; most likely it was the aftermath of an experiment gone awry. Before anything else, he quickly recalled F-00 into its special ball and took it with him as he headed with Simone to the nearest exit available.
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The fire incident had been handled without much delay, and the rest of the day had been uneventful in comparison. Once the time came for the scientists to retire to bed for the night, Nate remained awake in his room just as he had for many previous nights, waiting for everyone to fall asleep. Once midnight had arrived, he took his chances and opened his door by a tiny amount, peeking through the small crack to watch for any wanderers in these late hours. The coast looked clear enough, so he made his way not to the large empty room, but instead to the lab's outdoor field, the area where experimentation could be carried out in an open area. Indeed, Nate set out to experiment this night, and he could almost feel the satisfaction of incoming success.
F-00's ball gleamed in the moon's light as the boy brought it out, summoning the small robot inside. As usual, he gave Nate a cordial greeting, "HELLO, NATE. ARE WE OUTSIDE? WHAT ARE WE DOING OUTSIDE?"
Nate bent down to pat the robot on its head bolt and whispered, "We are outside because I wanted to test that new program I installed in you. I designed it to work with those new parts I also built into you."
F-00 didn't change its face display, but it tilted its head from side to side, as if Nate had asked it to perform an impossible task. "NEW PARTS… NEW PROGRAM?"
The young scientist could see that this exercise would be better explained with a more practical approach, and started to shed his lab coat, leaving it on the short, bristly grass. His shirt, pants and underwear followed, until he was completely exposed to F-00. Anticipation pumped in his veins, helping him overcome the chill of the nightly wind upon his bare skin and allowing him to stay erect. F-00 registered the sight of Nate's stiffened penis, and remembered what Nate had said; that it was a part one would only show to someone they loved. In response, Nate could hear components moving, and F-00 remained still as an attachment similar in appearance began to extend from a port hidden within its crotch.
"Excellent, F-00. Now, we can feel good together." Nate smiled, happy to see that his custom-made "modification" was functioning properly. This addition would bring F-00 one step closer to reaching human status… not to mention it would provide the boy with an intensely pleasurable sensation. He wondered if he had made the correct choice in assigning male parts to this robot; when it came to gender, he did not have a strong preference for one over the other, and instinctively he had always seen the little robot as a boy.
Nate then lay down, resting his back upon the soft grass, and holding his legs spread in the air to direct F-00 to its objective. "F-00, I want you to put that part inside here… and don't worry, this is perfectly safe and fun, trust me," he repeated those familiar words, hoping that F-00 would understand.
"OKAY. F-00 WILL TRY." With his eyes pointed skyward, he could only see the stars dotted about the blackness of night, and listen as he heard mechanical steps, before he felt the robot make its connection.
"Aah-!" he screamed, as he felt his hole opened by the robot's extension, pain and pleasure colliding to provide him with an unbelievable sensation. Without even needing instruction, F-00 began to thrust, pumping itself in, and then out of Nate's tightness, holding onto the boy's smooth legs, moving as methodically and deliberately as a well-maintained piston. Nate moaned without restraint every time the robot prodded at his prostate, feeling the soothing cool of the robot's leaking of artificial lubrication to ease its movements. "F-00… does this feel good for you?" he panted, face sweating and cheeks flushed.
"F-00 FEELS GOOD. VERY GOOD… IS F-00 MAKING NATE FEEL GOOD?" F-00 kept thrusting, increasing its speed. Nate answered with only another breathy moan, and he could feel himself getting closer to his limit; he couldn't get enough of this amazing feeling, wanting more and more… but there was still one more thing left to try. "F-00… stop, please. It's my turn now."
"F-00 WILL STOP… WHAT IS NATE GOING TO DO?" The robot obediently followed, retracting its appendage from Nate's rectum, making the boy sigh as his body adjusted back to the feeling of emptiness. Nate sat up, and with both arms, he lifted F-00 – he wasn't exactly muscle-bound, but F-00's metal frame was relatively light and he managed the feat – so that their faces met, the boy's glasses-clad eyes locked with the robot's emerald-green lights. Slowly, Nate lowered the robot's body, making sure that his erection was lined up with the robot's own entrance; a cushioned hole installed in the same position as a human's. Once the dripping tip had made contact, Nate pushed his rod inside, feeling the soft, pliable walls squeeze at every inch he had inserted.
Nate moaned softly as he worked the hole, loving the way F-00's artificial passage felt; synthesizing a material that simulated the proper texture had been a complete chore, but the sheer pleasure he felt from rubbing against it was enough for him to see that all the effort had proved more than worthwhile. In fact, the pleasure was almost too great for him to handle; his mind was focused only on thrusting faster, harder, making F-00 and himself feel tremendously good. F-00 said nothing and his face showed no change in emotion, but still Nate knew that it was enjoying this as much as he; the robot's heart shown on its chest screen continued to throb fiercely as it moved its entire body to match with the boy's movements. It had quickly become too much for Nate, and for a small instant, the boy felt his entire mind go blank as he came.
He shuddered, feeling nothing but the fluids bursting from his penis to fill the robot, and the overpowering heat of his climax. Without even pulling himself out, he declared to his partner his innermost feelings, "F-00… I love you, so much."
F-00 took hold of Nate's head, moving its face up to press against Nate's soft lips. "F-00 LOVES NATE TOO."
At that moment, Nate felt like everything was right in the world. All he wanted to do was hold F-00 close in his arms and lie together under the vast sky until morning.
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That day, I had sex for the first time, and it was the most amazing experience I had ever known. For many nights to come, I would continue to engage in identical "sessions" with F-00, strengthening our bond between man and machine. When I was with F-00, I felt lifted of the pressures of being a child inventor trapped in a lonely existence. Everything I had learnt, all the scientific progress I had achieved… None of it mattered during those sultry nights I spent with my robot friend.
Of course, the relationship between F-00 and I was not based entirely upon our sexual connection; we were able to pursue more innocuous activities during the daytime, playing just as ordinary children of my age would. I had attempted to conceal any evidence of what went on behind the scenes, hoping that none of the research staff would ever discover what F-00 was really capable of.
Soon I would learn though, that the truth could not be concealed so easily…