"As Real As You Want Me To Be" (closed)

[Alice2015]

"As Real As You Want Me To Be"

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The process of leaving hibernation was a lengthy one, particularly if the crew member had been in stasis for 335 years, more than half the colonial transport's travel time to New Earth. Halley had been standing outside this particular coffin -- as some called the hibernation beds -- for better than 37 hours, but now it signaled the process's completion with a soft tone and flashing green light. It slid out from the stack, a wall of 1,000 identical stasis beds assembled against the port bulkhead like literal coffins in an Earth mausoleum.

On the other side of the 8 meter wide passageway was yet another thousand beds. Many of these were dark with an array of flashing red lights, indicating that the crew and settlers inside them were deceased. In the case of those beds, the word coffin could unfortunately be used in the literal sense.

The mechanisms for the bed Halley was watching activated, pushing it out into the passageway and then tilting it until the crew member inside was at almost a fully upright position. Another hour passed as the sensors monitored the body following the change in position. Finally, the transparent cover slid open. The man wearing only a pair of tight fitting jockey shorts and an array of remote sensors taking his vitals slowly regained consciousness, then regained his vision well enough to focus on the only other person who was currently animated aboard the 1,235 meter long vessel.

"Hello, my name is Halley, Cyborg designation number 33-Bravo," she said with a rather monotone voice and a total lack of emotion. She continued in that same tone, "I have been assigned to assist you. The vessel has suffered damage after passing through an uncharted and unexpected debris cloud 52 hours ago. 23 compartments comprising approximately 14% of the ship's volume have decompressed and been sealed from the still pressurized portion of the vessel. 8 compartments have suffered fire damage. 4 compartments have an unsafe or deadly level of gas buildup. 6 compartments are listed as Status Unknown due to a lost of monitoring."

Behind her, an alarm sounded on a hibernation bed as both yellow and red lights began flashing. She silenced the alarm, then turned back to the Technician and continued, "16 major ship's systems have suffered minor to major damage. Life support requires your immediate attention. 22 crew and 133 colonial settlers are deceased."

The bed behind her that had alerted her a moment ago sounded again, with the yellow lights all turning red. She deactivated the alarm, turn back to the man, and clarified, "134 colonial settlers are deceased."

 

[ManInTheLoft]

Peter Harrison was becoming ever more conscious and aware of his situation as the thawing process neared its end. Oh, he wasn't frozen, like in the old Sci-Fi movies about cryogenic freezing. But it was still a word popular with those who participated in this sort of long term suspended animation used for interstellar flight.

This was Peter's third deep space voyage, and it would be his last. There were concerns about keeping humans in stasis too long; if this mission had proceeded as expected, Peter would have had almost a millennium of stasis in his life. No one had ever spent that much time frozen, as most people used cryo to get from Point A -- typically the Earth System -- to Point B, from which they never left. Peter had traveled from Earth to 2300 PS2 and back a year later, and now was traveling to the world they'd given the very singular and important name of New Earth.

By the time the other reanimated crew member began speaking to him, Peter's mind was nearly clear enough to fully understand the words coming out of her mouth. Nearly! By the time she'd actually finished and was waiting for his response, Peter had had enough time to look her up and down and -- with his clearing brain -- realize that she had one smoking hot ass body inside that second skin of a uniform.

Fuck, he thought to himself as he realized that along with his big head, his little head -- which wasn't all so little, actually -- was also coming back to life at the sight of this Goddess before him. How long has it been since I had a hard-on? he wondered. Decades? Centuries? He couldn't help but smile as he felt his cock growing, thinking, Thank god cryo didn't affect you, buddy.

Then, with his consciousness fully returned, Peter grasped the situation more clearly. He asked with a bit of disappointment, "Wait, what did you say...? You're not real? You're not a human?"

She responded, and Peter closed his eyes and groaned. His first erection in God knows how long, in the presence of a true Goddess, and it was for a fucking machine pretending to be a woman. He took a couple of deep breaths as he began moving his body, working out the kinks. He looked the machine up and down again, made a silent suggestion to his cock to settle down, and prepared himself for stepping out of the bed.

"Repeat that all over again," he commanded. "I wasn't really paying attention."

She started speaking again, but Peter cut her off. "Don't you have the ability to more realistically mimic Human speech patterns. You might have a computer for a brain, but the rest of your body is still Human, right? You have a human voice box? Can't you sound more real. This fucking monotone thing you got going on is going to drive me nuts."

She started speaking again, and this time she sounded less like a walking computer. Still, she needed some work. Peter gestured for a hand, and as she repeated her earlier report -- word for word -- Halley, as she called herself, helped him to take his first steps in more than three Earth centuries.

"Tell me more about the life support situation," he commanded when she got to that part for the second time. She gave more detail, including the steps her programming said were the first with which Peter needed to deal. Another alarm sounded on a nearby bed. He did the math in his head. "22 crew, 134 settlers, that's … 156 dead."

He looked into Halley's almost reddish-brown eyes and asked with a combination of disappointment, despair, and accusation, "And you couldn't do anything to help these people?"

She gave her response, which didn't satisfy Peter. He pulled away from her to stand on his own; he was unsteady, but he wasn't going to fall on his face or anything like that. Halley reminded him that he needed a Bio-Cleanse shower to wash away the chemical coating that had been applied to his body prior to going into stasis. With her connection to the ship's computer, she called up a small electric cart, and on it they took the long ride to the Hygiene Station at the end of the compartment.

There, Peter stripped out of his shorts and stepped under a stream of barely warm enough water. The temperature was kept low initially to prevent his pores from opening and collecting the chemicals he wanted instead to wash away. He used a special soap to help with the process, following it with a regular soap to remove the first cleaner.

And all the while, Halley was right there with him, running a suds fill cloth over his backside where he couldn't clean himself. Peter looked to her occasionally, marveling at how unaffected she was at helping a naked man bathe. The lights are on, but no one's home, he thought about the total lack of intimacy or sexual excitement in the cyborg's expression. She was simply running that rag over his shoulders, back, legs, even his ass and his inner, upper thighs within inches of his dangling balls.

"The water doesn't affect your suit, obviously," he said about the fact that she was still dressed while he was naked. He looked to the second skin and saw that the water droplets didn't stick in the least, instead flowing right down her body and off it to the shower room floor. "Do you shower … bathe, I mean? I mean, your body is human, right? You have sweat glands and pores? Your pits much need cleaning from time to time, yes?"

He wondered whether Halley suffered through female things, including but not limited to a period. He didn't ask, though. Too personal, and TMI, too.

Finally, rid of the chemicals, Peter excused Halley from helping him and turned the heat up as high as he could handle it. He simply stood there beneath the shower head, luxuriating in this little piece of heaven. Halley was still standing there, though back several steps. Looking at her, he couldn't help but once again feel growth down yonder.

He considered the situation for a moment … then lathered up his right hand and reached for his erection. Ogling the cyborg's delicious form, Peter began firmly and ever more quickly stroking his shaft. It didn't take long; with a deep groan of satisfaction, he spewed a thick thread of cum out nearly two meters before him onto the shower floor. He was so overwhelmed with euphoria that his knees buckled and he nearly fell to the floor; his hold on a hand rail allowed Peter to gently lower himself to the now warmed tiles. He sat there for a long moment, eyes closed, enjoying the orgasm's effect on his body.

When Peter opened his eyes again, Halley was still standing there as she had been, her expression unchanged. He pulled himself to his feet, washed off his cock and milked it of the last drops of cum, and turned off the water. Halley brought him a towel, and after drying off Peter donned the uniform the cyborg had already set out for him. It wasn't anything like she was wearing; it was soft cotton-blend undergarments and stain resistant coveralls. It was comfortable and functional.

"Okay," he told her finally, "let's get some food in my belly and then get to work."

 

[Alice2015]

Halley noticed the way the technician looked her up and down, and she noticed the slow growth within his tight fitting underwear. She didn't make any connection between the two, however. Human sexuality and the stimulations that caused physical excitement were part of her current knowledge. That didn't mean she wouldn't learn, though; her programming allowed for her to research things she didn't understand, either immediately or later when she was in her charging station.

"Wait, what did you say...? You're not real? You're not a human?"

"No, I am a cyborg," Halley corrected. She began to give him more information on her specific model and performance parameters, but he interrupted her with an order to repeat all she had said before. Again, he interrupted her, asking if she could be more human-like. She answered simply, "Of course."

Peter gestured for a hand, and Halley assisted him as she once again began repeating her report with a semi-human cadence and fluctuation to her tone. She responded to his questions about what he called the life support situation, then addressed his question about the crew and settlers who had died.

"And you couldn't do anything to help these people?"

"No, I could not," Halley answered with a tone that was almost entirely without emotion. "My current programming is to assist you in any way I can. But I was unable to take action to save any of these people on my own."

Halley took note of the technician's expression and body language. "I perceive by your reaction is that this is a flaw in my programming. I am capable of both learning from you and of downloading additional programming to better serve you, the remaining survivors, and the ship. I only need you to identify what programming it is that you wish me to assimilate into my current data base."

Halley helped Peter to the Hygiene Station and stood by as he shed his undergarment. The noted that the organ dangling before his groin had waned some from its earlier size. She contemplated -- for a miniscule fraction of time -- downloading additional information about the male human form to understand what was taking place down there. But Halley chose not to do so; it was unnecessary at this time and would have been a waste of time, even though she could have downloaded and studied everything in the main frame about human physiology in under 8 seconds.

"I will help you wash the hibernation skin care chemicals from your body," Halley said without any hint that doing so might seem erotic to her, to him, or to anyone else. "It is important to remove it all, as exposure to the untreated air of the ship's interior may cause uncomfortable rashes."

She retrieved the correct soap and two rags and set about helping the now naked Peter wash every inch of his flesh. She found noting sexual or intimate about it, not even when she reached the rag between Peter's upper thighs and gently ran it over his genitals.

"Am I doing this correctly?" Halley asked a couple of times when Peter gave her a questioning expression. "Am I causing you any pain?"

"The water doesn't affect your suit, obviously," the technician said/

"No, it does not," she answered simply without any explanation. She could have spent four hours delving into the science behind the incredible synthetic fabric from which her suit was made but didn't. She only added, "There is no chemical or compound aboard this vessel that can harm my suit. It will protect my body from fire as well. However, the suit's integrity would be harmed and I would need to don a replacement suit."

"Do you shower … bathe, I mean? I mean, your body is human, right? You have sweat glands and pores? Your pits much need cleaning from time to time, yes?"

"Yes, I shower," she again answered in short form. "My female human anatomy is not as active as a fully functioning female human, but I do sweat, urinate, defecate, and -- despite my body being an infertile clone -- menstruate, that is, if I were not on a chemical blocker which prevents my body from ovulating."

Halley noted the technician's reaction and wondered whether she had answered him incorrectly or insufficiently. If she'd had a human brain, she probably would have wondered whether she had simply given him too much information. She finished the topic with, "The shorter answer would have been that I do have a personal hygiene routine to deal with human issues such as bodily waste, scent, and more."

Halley ran several test strips over the technician's body and found that the hibernation chemicals had been sufficiently removed. She stepped back to retrieve a towel, but the man wished to stand below the water longer.

"It is unnecessary," she told him. But when he explained it was now about comfort and relaxation, Halley backed up another step and said, "I understand. Please enjoy your comfort and relaxation."

For several minutes, she simply stood there, waiting. Halley didn't understand what the man was doing when he grasped the male organ at the meeting of his thighs and began stroking it. His hands were again covered in soap, which Halley thought was unnecessary as he -- and to a lesser extent she -- had already cleaned it well. The member grew once more until it was noticeably longer than before, thicker in girth, and seemingly sturdy. Halley studied the activity as it took place, noting a sudden discharge of bodily fluid from the orifice at the end.

"Are you okay?" she asked with as much concern as her programming would allow. Noting his expression, his sounds, and his visible trembling, Halley asked, "Are you in need of medical attention? I have not fully downloaded the medical manuals regarding human males, but I can begin to do so right now."

He didn't answer, but as Halley was certain he could if he wished, she wasn't too concerned. She was sure he would tell her if there was a problem they needed to address together. Halley watched the man slide down the wall to the deck, offering a hand when he pulled himself back to his feet. She handed his towel to him finally, then handed him each clothing item as he needed them, though, he could have done this all himself.

"Okay," he told her finally, "let's get some food in my belly and then get to work."

Halley escorted him to the mess decks where she had already prepared several meal options for him. She finally asked, "How shall I refer to you?"

He answered her, and she sat across from him as he ate his food. She asked, "Which technical manuals shall I download in order to assist you? We will begin repairing life support."

They spent nearly an hour talking shop. Then, during a lull, Halley asked, "Is there any information I should download and/or review regarding human interaction and human relationships, in order to make our working relationship easier and more beneficial? My programming in those areas is quite limited, which I think will prevent me from performing my best."

He said what he wished to say, and Halley followed up with an innocently asked question, "Do I need to gather more information about the procedure you performed near the end of your shower? Although my programming on such topics is very limited, I have developed the impression that my presence played a part in the results."

 

[ManInTheLoft]

"...but I do sweat, urinate, defecate, and -- despite my body being an infertile clone -- menstruate, that is, if I were not on a chemical blocker which prevents my body from ovulating."

Peter's expression must have revealed his discomfort with the cyborg's answer. He'd only wanted to know whether her human body sweated; he hadn't needed to know whether or not she had a period, too.

"The shorter answer would have been that I do have a personal hygiene routine to deal with human issues such as bodily waste, scent, and more."

"From now on, let's stick to the shorter answers about stuff like that, okay?" Peter asked.

As they sat down to eat -- for Peter to eat, that is -- he asked, "Are there any more humans in imminent danger of dying from the damage to the ship?"

The cyborg told him there were two -- both settlers -- who would not survive, adding quickly that there was nothing he could do to repair those beds or transfer the endangered humans out of them. There was no need to hurry his lunch and get to work; the damage was done, the effects were stable, and now it was only a matter of planning the repairs and getting them started.

When Halley asked whether or not she should research his masturbation in the shower, Peter laughed so hard and so quick that he accidentally spit out some of the food in his mouth. He swallowed, took a gulp of the post-stasis medicinal drink the cyborg had prepared for him, and asked with a wry tone, "You want to know whether you should learn about guys beating their meat? Is that what you just asked?"

She commented on his question. Peter couldn't help but laugh again before telling her, "No, you don't need to look into that."

He studied Halley as he continued to eat his meal, finally asking, "You seriously know nothing about human sexuality?"

She answered, and Peter continued his inquiry, "So, you don't understand why my looking at you, the way you look, the way you dress … you don't understand why that affects me the way it does? Why it gives me a hard-on … why my penis gets erect."

Again, Halley responded in her own way. Peter studied her a bit more, considering what she'd said. He finished his meal, then asked, "So, physically, you are a human female with the exception that you have some cyborg enhancements, yes?"

She answered, and Peter continued, "So … about being female … down below, you know … between your thighs … are you like a Barbie Doll...? No holes? Or … are you like a real human woman...? You know … anatomically correct."