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The Human Touch By Mike Wilson © Mike Wilson 2009 "Away now - enough!" Tim ordered, pushing the robot off his waist. He was seated in his recliner at home, enjoying, or rather, tolerating the oral attentions of his SexMate 3000. He had spent a lot of cash on the AI unit, even laying out extra for the optional celebrity faces. "By your wish, honey," intoned the SexMate, and it shifted itself down and away. “Recharge and shutdown!” Tim ordered. The slender male unit backed itself up to a wall, jacked into the power outlet, then shut itself down. Tim pulled his cotton shorts and jumpsuit back up, impatiently. Even though citizens of an earlier time would probably consider it a miracle to have a robot with humanlike skin and the facial features of any celebrity one chose, Tim was used to it. A head job by the current superstar music or tri-vid star just did not do it for Tim anymore. Because he knew: it just was not real. The first several times it was a rush. Then for a while it was just relief. Today Tim was impatient. 5,790 GalCredits and three months later he was ready for something new. He was a bit disgusted with himself, but hey, a guy had to try things, didn't he? He went to the 'fresher, cleaned up a bit, then left his cube to go take a walk in the Commons. Only a few floaters were out today, so the skies were mercifully clear and quiet. He walked along the common way, hopping on and off a couple of mover-belts. Soon he was in the Commons, a large park area complete with trees, fountains, raised flowerbeds, and what passed in this day and age for a gay cruising area. Tim lingered around some of his favorite orchids. He glanced around occasionally, and he saw the guy. This was the third time Tim had seen him here. The dude seemed interested in him, judging by the surreptitious eye contact. It could not just be the flowers, could it? Tim was working his way up to a "hello" when the guy beat him to it. "I see you like orchids too. Aren't those pretty?" spoken in a slightly effeminate voice. He was average-looking, and about Tim's height. "Well, hi. Yes, I think too many people overlook Phalionopsis. They can be quite beautiful." Tim said. "Oh, a connoisseur. Say, I've seen you out here before, you know..." and he gave Tim a meaningful look. It could only mean one thing. "You too. You know what goes on here besides the flowers, I take it..." The man moved closer. He had some great-smelling scent on. Tim had made up his mind on the spot to get this guy in his cube. "Hi, I'm Gregg. And you are..." "Uhm, Tim. I'm Tim." Flustered, he proffered his hand. Gregg shook it and said, "A pleasure to meet you, Tim. Listen, would you have a place to get out of this hot sun? My cube is ten kilometers away. I mean, we could go there if you like, but.... I hope I'm not being too bold?" He finished. "Uh, no. No, I'm just out of practice, you might say. If you like, we can go to my place." Gregg put his arm around him. "Well, I'm glad to hear you aren't too experienced. That might spoil it for me. Tim, I’m going to rock your world." "What?" "An old expression. Let’s just say I am a very, very skilled masseur, and my oral talents are utterly peerless." Tim caught his breath, managed to say, "Excellent. Let’s go." They headed back to Tim’s residence and spent a very intimate and enjoyable time together. The human touch provided more pleasure than any machine. They sold their Sexmates on ebay.
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