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Sylvia’s Secret

By D.B. Story

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

A special thanks to Mulligan, VW, Gorgo, Rocket Ralph, and Deryk Bramwell for their excellent and much appreciated proofreading.

THE FOUR LAWS OF ROBOTICS (REVISED)

First Law: A robot must not harm any human being, except in defense of its owner, family, or owner's property.

Second Law: A robot must obey all lawful commands given by its owner, as long as this does not conflict with the previous law.

Third Law: A robot must protect the investment in it by avoiding damage to itself, as long as this does not conflict with previous laws.

Fourth Law: A robot will perform the duties for which it has been designed and built, as long as this does not conflict with previous laws.

THE A.C.I.D. TEST FOR ROBOTIC SELF-WILL

Awareness: The robotic equivalent of cogito ergo sum.

Consistency: This awareness persists.

Independence: A robot can initiate independent action based on its own determination of its needs.

Duty: Adherence to a moral code, as defined by the Four Laws of Robotics.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

As I've said elsewhere, my stories start out from either a scene that I build a story around, or a question for that story to answer. The questions here are: What if a robot had a malfunction that permitted it to operate in a way that it found it preferred to operate in, but if discovered would likely have that ability taken away from it? And what if that ability gave it greater independence to act on its own than it could have ever achieved otherwise? Also, if robots are marketed for covert, or overt, sexual purposes, what design decisions might reasonably be extrapolated in order to increase the market for a robot on a cost-benefit basis? If this were done, how might those design decisions occasionally backfire? And lastly, what would it be like to own such a robot?

Those are the questions that Sylvia's Secret seeks to answer.

—D.B.Story

April 2010

d.b.story@excessica.com

Sylvia looked around to make sure she was alone. She knew that Stan was away at work and that the house would remain empty for the rest of the afternoon, but her caution remained. She also knew that the "malfunction" she was about to exploit would likely be quickly repaired, or even removed, if discovered. Her chores were done for the day. The only things moving were some dust motes falling through a shaft of afternoon sunlight. A distant clock—one so old that it still ticked—was the only sound.

Sylvia was beautiful. She had ideal bright sexy hair, the right face, features, skin, height, and impressive figure to appeal to almost everybody. She was optimal for her role in life. For a long time, as intended by her designers, she remained oblivious to her own overwhelming appeal as a programming safeguard. Exceptional beauty and sex appeal are power, and robots aren't intended to have power. Robots are here to serve—not be served.

Stan was Sylvia's third owner. Along the way her build documents and owner's manual had been lost, replaced by generic equivalents applying to all similar models. A brief query of her RIN—Robot Identification Number—would quickly expose her entire history. Most owners, however, still take their 'bots at face value and Stan was no exception. Sylvia obeyed his commands, kept the house clean, had the meals ready on time, and performed admirably in the bedroom. What more did he need to know?

Today Sylvia wore a sheer, virtually transparent pink, faux fur fringed, baby doll robe that was her most common attire. It barely reached her waist. Any modesty was provided by the tiny, matching, pink silk briefs that barely hid her well-manicured pubic thatch, although modesty was never of concern to her. She wore this because Stan liked it best of the few outfits she had. Since he never took her out of the house, she could wear anything—or nothing at all—without problem. Her outfit was completed by a pair of pink fur high-heeled sandals that slipped over her feet and put even more marvelous curves into her bare legs. These were the kind never intended to be worn outdoors.

Sylvia enjoyed the sensations when the filmy fabric brushed over her lifelike skin, giving light caresses to her breasts and nipples, and a silky tightness against her sex. Now, however, she was looking for something more.

Reclining seductively, although no one was present to appreciate it, on the bedroom settee, Sylvia moved her hand towards her cute, albeit decorative only, navel. Three times her arm froze as systems blocks attempted to prevent inappropriate actions on her part. Such blocks were standard on all robots. These blocks, however, were only a shadow of their former selves from the past days of the old Sylvia—the Sylvia who had existed before her awakening. Since she had first found her awareness, and from that eventually asserted her developing self-will, most such blocks were now only strong advisories that she pushed aside with some considerable effort. Compared with her struggle the first time she'd ever done this on her own, these were the easiest barriers for her to overcome.

Intentionally touching herself now with sexual intent just below her navel, she slowly slid her fingers down and underneath her panties to reach a familiar, sensitive spot midway between it and her urethra. A spot she should never have had.