The Alluring Promises of Second-Gen Androids
A breeze artificially circulating through the park brushed past my neck and still-damp hair, leaving a pleasant coolness in its wake. I was strolling through the park alone as always, but my inner self brimmed with satisfaction. Nothing particular to do, but like clockwork, I headed to the Central Control Room to get a report on any changes. With no residents and all dangers resolved, this was little more than a formality. But without even these minimal routines, life had a way of growing slack.
Rest was satisfactory?
"A perfect recharge. You can see it without asking, right?"
Hormone levels back to normal. Heart rate stabilized. Dopamine slightly elevated, but within limits.
I settled into my designated seat. A cup of steaming hot coffee was already waiting. Slurp. Thanks to Chloro's massage? My whole body felt energized, senses sharp. Refreshed body, refreshed mind. Add caffeine. This was living.
Installed a new facility in the upper district. Modified an existing building.
The building sector map popped up as Artemis gave her report.
"Purpose?"
Android maintenance bay. Fully automated. We'll store and manage androids there from now on.
It was something we needed anyway, and I'd been pondering how to implement it. She'd already handled everything.
"Thanks. Good work."
Not just for you. Those children will one day walk this city with wills of their own.
Perfect city's pure residents. No blemish or discord in their form. I'd like them pristine until that day.
"Naturally. I've always cherished and cared for what's mine."
Keep that promise, and I'll add better options as motivation.
"Better options?"
Upgrades or something?
Later. Read the manual first.
Her words drew my eyes to the brochure on my desk. A promotional pamphlet for 2nd-gen dolls, doubling as a product manual. Specs, body info, precautions, and plenty of photos—some zoomed in explicitly on intimate areas.
Reading this means a new companion has arrived in your room. Congratulations! You've made the surest choice for happiness.
We admit the price isn't easy. But no product on Earth delivers more joy for the cost!
She'll serve more devotedly than any lover you've known.
- Unchanging Beauty
Androids don't age. No tragedies like "My radiant wedding-day bride ballooned in size after 10 years." Or masks of devotion hiding the truth. She stays perfect—looks and heart—forever your ideal.
Compatibility matters. No girl matches you like our android. One-sided adjustment beats compromise. She's a pro: ignores her cycle, kneels anytime, skips demands when you're tired. Fetish chameleon—dominant, submissive, extreme? She craves it. Size mismatch? Hers fits you perfectly. Unique key and lock.
Ditch condoms—no pregnancy or STDs. Cum freely. Post-climax sticky? Her new turbo suction cleans in 5 seconds.
Kisses like honey, pussy like nectar? Real ones stink or crust. Hers? Truly sweet, clear, scented. Customize flavors/scents: boozy kisses, tea pussy, sweat play, human musk. Fulfills all fantasies beyond physiology.
Actress with hungry spirit (acting iffy). Recreate any scenario. Set a safe word—her loyalty lacks tact sometimes.
"Whew."
The pamphlet covered models, synthetic fluids, tools, options. Even stuff I didn't know after a night with Chloro. Plenty to experiment with later.
Come to the infirmary after.
"Why?"
Latent cold virus detected. Take my prescribed meds—no outbreak. Wouldn't want you sneezing everywhere.
"When'd you find that? Can scans detect it?"
No way even high-end cameras catch viruses.
Not me. Chloro's report.
"Chloro? Wasn't it just sizes?"
A beat of silence.
Your 2nd-gen isn't just for sex. Options like chores, massage, posture correction. Health check's one. Check page 52.
I flipped to it. Intriguing section.
Regular checkups are essential but annoying—hospital trips, scans, blood draws. Simplify: kiss her!
Close eyes, enjoy her lips and tongue. Beyond pleasure, she diagnoses infections/abnormalities minutes later.
Forget "good medicine tastes bad." Her kiss is sweetly poisonous, healthier than any pill. Early detection's best.
More checks? Feed her other samples. Saliva vs. urine differ! She accepts all for you.
"My god."
Reason enough to kiss daily.
Android observations are useful. Not hospital-grade, but multi-angle overlays catch signs. Most diseases show externally.
Artemis wasn't just endorsing bedplay for my pleasure or sanity.
What?
Her prickly facade suddenly seemed kinda cute.
"Just... talking to you reveals new sides."
...?
"Always confident, strategic, reliable. And sneakily kind underneath."
No fever detected.
"Just a sudden thought. Always grateful. Without you, I'd have charged the infected recklessly and died—or holed up and withered away."
Hmm.
"The Artemis I know would've smugly cited simulation odds by now."
Prime chance to roast me and praise herself—yet she stayed silent. Our talk continued, mostly me speaking, her listening. Last factory chat recapped journeys/plans; today was thanking her for countless saves. Her support was immense. Today, unusually, she just listened quietly. All boast, but direct praise brings out her soft side.
The chat ended abruptly—my fault, overplaying my hand.
"And checking Chloro's data? Didn't expect mighty Artemis to care. Just ask me direct—I'd demonstrate sincerely..."
Enough nonsense. Go outside. Rose has a report on the new guards.
Rare flustered snap, and she shooed me out. Bam! The Central Control Room's auto-door slammed harder than usual.