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Writers from all over the world submit short stories to give and receive constructive feedback. At the end of this process only 50 stories are selected to be included in the latest publication. I submitted two stories for a Science Fiction book called 'Singularity50' and was fortunate enough to have both shortlisted for the finals. |
but wait .. there's more..
I was absolutely thrilled to bits when one those stories went on to be selected for publication! Below is the Sci-fi story that made the shortlist ( warning explicit content) and if you would like to read the winning story you can find it here: |
A collection of 50 science fiction stories from the most thought provoking voices in new SciFi literature. What will happen when technology surpasses humanity? Somewhere around the middle of this century, artificial intelligence will evolve beyond its human architects, vastly superior in every way. Technology will become independent of us, rapidly evolving beyond our wildest dreams… or nightmares.
This science fiction anthology that is set over the fifty years leading to the Singularity explores this idea.
https://www.singularity50.com/
This science fiction anthology that is set over the fifty years leading to the Singularity explores this idea.
https://www.singularity50.com/
Turned On? by Claire Rye
Amber’s heart pounded as she anticipated the thrill of her first time with a woman.
“What’s her name?” she asked the salesman.
“A1,” he proudly announced.
Amber’s eyes raced over the A1’s body. She knew she had chosen well. The perfectly formed, cellulite free, size 8 arse was as intimidating as it was exciting. There were no signs of manufacture on the humanoid as she stood patiently in the showroom, completely naked. Occasionally A1 would turn to give a 360 degree view of her beautiful feminine form. She smiled at the mirror in front of her and gently brushed her long blonde hair away from her full bust in a clear move of seduction.
“Can she see me?” Amber asked nervously.
The salesman smiled, as if it were the first time he had heard that question. “No, of course not; but it wouldn’t matter. She is proud of what she is and is willing to serve.”
“Proud? Can robots feel pride?”
Ignoring the moral question, the salesman winked. “How about you see for yourself how she feels?”
Embarrassed by the overtly sexual innuendo, Amber didn’t answer and walked slowly towards the door.
“Does she know how to... I mean, I am a woman and…. Will she...”
“You will be satisfied,” he interrupted. “All of our robots are bi-sexual; they are built for pleasure in all forms and have extensive knowledge of both the female and male anatomy.”
Amber frowned at the clinical terminology, and the salesman, sensing the loss of interest, lowered his head and softened his voice.
“This one loves girls.” His attempt at sexy missed its target.
“Oh, that’s a little creepy. Maybe I should leave it for now,” Amber protested.
“No, no, no. Please, I’m sorry. I am not explaining myself properly. Please, just go in and say hello; there’s no pressure. Honestly.”
The fear of wasting people’s time and a strong sense of curiosity forced Amber into the room. She immediately looked down at her feet as they squished into the mattress-like floor; she had not been expecting that. Her face wrinkled up as she pondered what kind of expected scenario would need a padded floor. The curtains automatically closed over the two-way mirror and the bright white light dimmed.
The door closed smoothly behind her and there was no turning back. Amber stood quietly, wondering how to make the first move on a sure thing. She felt excited and shameful at the same time. A sweet voice broke the silence.
“Hi, I didn’t think you would be so pretty!” A1 seemed to be paying a genuine compliment. Amber blushed.
The sexbot chuckled at their circumstance. “This is awkward isn’t it? I never know what to do in this kind of situation.”
Amber was suddenly at ease.
A1 playfully flicked her hair. “Hey, come and feel my hair, it’s incredibly soft, but it’s real, you know. I can even cut and dye it if you don’t like the colour.”
Amber knew it was a setup for physical contact but she didn’t care, she wanted to touch this sexy robot’s hair, she wanted to make physical contact. She was aroused at the thought of moving closer to her artificial lover, and stretched out her arm and approached, as you would a wild animal you were trying to coax into accepting food.
A1 was silent, instinctively knowing small talk was no longer required. She closed her eyes as Amber's fingers twirled through her hair, her nipples hardened at the touch and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Her eyes opened and without losing eye contact she started to unbutton Amber’s blouse. A1 moved her head down to Amber's chest, smaller and softer than her own, but she seemed to enjoy the feeling of a more natural breast. She cupped it in her hand and gently lifted it to her open mouth. She teased at first, gently kissing the surrounding area and brushing her cheek tenderly against the erogenous zone before taking it into her mouth. Her lips were hot and moist, but her mouth was dry.
No saliva? The first disappointment.
Amber had the opposite problem and swallowed hard as she tried to control her appetite, her mouth longing for action. She closed her eyes. The gently tugging on her nipple sent waves of desire through her body. Goosebumps erupted on her skin: it was alive with pleasure. She couldn’t move. The intensity was so strong now and she was scared at how fast the lust had taken over.
“Touch me,” whispered the sexbot.
Amber placed her open hand on the warm smooth skin of her companion. A1 leaned into her contact but there was no physical reaction to her touch.
No goosebumps? The second disappointment.
Ignoring the synthetic skin, Amber traced the curves of the perfect body with her touch and was once again lost in the wonderfully erotic exploration of her new sexy partner. A1’s stomach, soft and flat, sloping down to a small mound, a teaser for what was hidden between her thighs. Amber wanted to push further, deeper; she wanted to go there but hesitated.
A1 gave encouragement and led by example. She lifted Amber’s skirt, tugging her knickers to one side as she searched frantically for the opening. Her fingers slipped provocatively in the moisture until she found her target. She pushed her body against Amber's and firmly slid her finger inside. The wetness made for an easy entry.
Amber kissed A1 hard, their lips fighting in a delicious struggle for dominance. She hesitated no more and moved her hand between the robots long slender legs. Amber felt the artificial honeypot from the outside. The shape was a perfect replica of a sexual fantasy. There was no confusion as to where she should go. A funnel shaped opening guided her finger inside. It was soft and pliable, but it was dry.
No wetness? The third and final disappointment.
Amber pushed away from her disappointing sexbot.
“Is everything okay?” A1 whispered; she seemed genuinely worried.
Amber ignored the question and buttoned her blouse as she made her way to the door.
“Wow! That was quick!” exclaimed the salesman. “Told you she was good!”
Amber adjusted her clothes. “She wasn’t… good.”
“Really? Are you sure about that?” the now puzzled salesman replied.
“It wasn’t good, it was fake. She was fake.” Amber sounded dejected.
The salesman was confused. “Amber, that’s right: she is fake. I mean, this is just a fantasy.”
Amber averted her eyes, slightly embarrassed, but she knew it was time to confide. “She wasn’t aroused. I was so turned on and, well, she wasn’t. At all.”
“These robots give pleasure, they don’t feel pleasure,” the salesman replied.
“So she just goes through the motions?” Amber asked in response.
The salesman stood in silence, hoping it was a rhetorical question.
Amber was done. “Thanks for the opportunity, but it was not authentic and that’s not natural. I simply could not enjoy it.” She moved towards the exit. It was time to go. The salesman approached with caution, blocking her escape.
“Amber, it’s okay. You enjoyed it just fine; it’s going to be just fine.” He pushed her hair away from her neck and rested his arm on her shoulders. Amber couldn’t believe what was happening.
“What on earth are you…?”
“SHHH!!” the salesman’s outburst stunned Amber just long enough for him to push his thumb hard against her activation switch at the top of her spine. Her head fell forward and she instantly shut down. The salesman was ecstatic. He ripped off his tweed jacket and put on the white coat that was hanging on the wall.
“She is ready! She is ready!” he sang to himself. He removed the Cybersex Company ID card from his pocket and swiped it against the phone that sat on the desk, playfully whistling to himself. It buzzed twice and a deep voice answered, “Yes?” The salesman returned to a more professional persona.
“It’s me, we’ve done it. The single-blind test was a complete success.” He didn’t wait for a response before he continued. “Amber 2.0 behaved exactly as expected.”
“Excellent!” the voice on the phone replied. “A2 is now ready for mass production.”
“What’s her name?” she asked the salesman.
“A1,” he proudly announced.
Amber’s eyes raced over the A1’s body. She knew she had chosen well. The perfectly formed, cellulite free, size 8 arse was as intimidating as it was exciting. There were no signs of manufacture on the humanoid as she stood patiently in the showroom, completely naked. Occasionally A1 would turn to give a 360 degree view of her beautiful feminine form. She smiled at the mirror in front of her and gently brushed her long blonde hair away from her full bust in a clear move of seduction.
“Can she see me?” Amber asked nervously.
The salesman smiled, as if it were the first time he had heard that question. “No, of course not; but it wouldn’t matter. She is proud of what she is and is willing to serve.”
“Proud? Can robots feel pride?”
Ignoring the moral question, the salesman winked. “How about you see for yourself how she feels?”
Embarrassed by the overtly sexual innuendo, Amber didn’t answer and walked slowly towards the door.
“Does she know how to... I mean, I am a woman and…. Will she...”
“You will be satisfied,” he interrupted. “All of our robots are bi-sexual; they are built for pleasure in all forms and have extensive knowledge of both the female and male anatomy.”
Amber frowned at the clinical terminology, and the salesman, sensing the loss of interest, lowered his head and softened his voice.
“This one loves girls.” His attempt at sexy missed its target.
“Oh, that’s a little creepy. Maybe I should leave it for now,” Amber protested.
“No, no, no. Please, I’m sorry. I am not explaining myself properly. Please, just go in and say hello; there’s no pressure. Honestly.”
The fear of wasting people’s time and a strong sense of curiosity forced Amber into the room. She immediately looked down at her feet as they squished into the mattress-like floor; she had not been expecting that. Her face wrinkled up as she pondered what kind of expected scenario would need a padded floor. The curtains automatically closed over the two-way mirror and the bright white light dimmed.
The door closed smoothly behind her and there was no turning back. Amber stood quietly, wondering how to make the first move on a sure thing. She felt excited and shameful at the same time. A sweet voice broke the silence.
“Hi, I didn’t think you would be so pretty!” A1 seemed to be paying a genuine compliment. Amber blushed.
The sexbot chuckled at their circumstance. “This is awkward isn’t it? I never know what to do in this kind of situation.”
Amber was suddenly at ease.
A1 playfully flicked her hair. “Hey, come and feel my hair, it’s incredibly soft, but it’s real, you know. I can even cut and dye it if you don’t like the colour.”
Amber knew it was a setup for physical contact but she didn’t care, she wanted to touch this sexy robot’s hair, she wanted to make physical contact. She was aroused at the thought of moving closer to her artificial lover, and stretched out her arm and approached, as you would a wild animal you were trying to coax into accepting food.
A1 was silent, instinctively knowing small talk was no longer required. She closed her eyes as Amber's fingers twirled through her hair, her nipples hardened at the touch and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Her eyes opened and without losing eye contact she started to unbutton Amber’s blouse. A1 moved her head down to Amber's chest, smaller and softer than her own, but she seemed to enjoy the feeling of a more natural breast. She cupped it in her hand and gently lifted it to her open mouth. She teased at first, gently kissing the surrounding area and brushing her cheek tenderly against the erogenous zone before taking it into her mouth. Her lips were hot and moist, but her mouth was dry.
No saliva? The first disappointment.
Amber had the opposite problem and swallowed hard as she tried to control her appetite, her mouth longing for action. She closed her eyes. The gently tugging on her nipple sent waves of desire through her body. Goosebumps erupted on her skin: it was alive with pleasure. She couldn’t move. The intensity was so strong now and she was scared at how fast the lust had taken over.
“Touch me,” whispered the sexbot.
Amber placed her open hand on the warm smooth skin of her companion. A1 leaned into her contact but there was no physical reaction to her touch.
No goosebumps? The second disappointment.
Ignoring the synthetic skin, Amber traced the curves of the perfect body with her touch and was once again lost in the wonderfully erotic exploration of her new sexy partner. A1’s stomach, soft and flat, sloping down to a small mound, a teaser for what was hidden between her thighs. Amber wanted to push further, deeper; she wanted to go there but hesitated.
A1 gave encouragement and led by example. She lifted Amber’s skirt, tugging her knickers to one side as she searched frantically for the opening. Her fingers slipped provocatively in the moisture until she found her target. She pushed her body against Amber's and firmly slid her finger inside. The wetness made for an easy entry.
Amber kissed A1 hard, their lips fighting in a delicious struggle for dominance. She hesitated no more and moved her hand between the robots long slender legs. Amber felt the artificial honeypot from the outside. The shape was a perfect replica of a sexual fantasy. There was no confusion as to where she should go. A funnel shaped opening guided her finger inside. It was soft and pliable, but it was dry.
No wetness? The third and final disappointment.
Amber pushed away from her disappointing sexbot.
“Is everything okay?” A1 whispered; she seemed genuinely worried.
Amber ignored the question and buttoned her blouse as she made her way to the door.
“Wow! That was quick!” exclaimed the salesman. “Told you she was good!”
Amber adjusted her clothes. “She wasn’t… good.”
“Really? Are you sure about that?” the now puzzled salesman replied.
“It wasn’t good, it was fake. She was fake.” Amber sounded dejected.
The salesman was confused. “Amber, that’s right: she is fake. I mean, this is just a fantasy.”
Amber averted her eyes, slightly embarrassed, but she knew it was time to confide. “She wasn’t aroused. I was so turned on and, well, she wasn’t. At all.”
“These robots give pleasure, they don’t feel pleasure,” the salesman replied.
“So she just goes through the motions?” Amber asked in response.
The salesman stood in silence, hoping it was a rhetorical question.
Amber was done. “Thanks for the opportunity, but it was not authentic and that’s not natural. I simply could not enjoy it.” She moved towards the exit. It was time to go. The salesman approached with caution, blocking her escape.
“Amber, it’s okay. You enjoyed it just fine; it’s going to be just fine.” He pushed her hair away from her neck and rested his arm on her shoulders. Amber couldn’t believe what was happening.
“What on earth are you…?”
“SHHH!!” the salesman’s outburst stunned Amber just long enough for him to push his thumb hard against her activation switch at the top of her spine. Her head fell forward and she instantly shut down. The salesman was ecstatic. He ripped off his tweed jacket and put on the white coat that was hanging on the wall.
“She is ready! She is ready!” he sang to himself. He removed the Cybersex Company ID card from his pocket and swiped it against the phone that sat on the desk, playfully whistling to himself. It buzzed twice and a deep voice answered, “Yes?” The salesman returned to a more professional persona.
“It’s me, we’ve done it. The single-blind test was a complete success.” He didn’t wait for a response before he continued. “Amber 2.0 behaved exactly as expected.”
“Excellent!” the voice on the phone replied. “A2 is now ready for mass production.”
