Ulysses a.k.a. XR-S8
She took his hand. She wanted to make sure that the heat was diffusing into the skin tissue. In order not to affect the circuits, she had set the temperature to 27.3˚C. When this was the case, the skin not only felt warm, but it was also softer.
— Do you feel something? she asked him.
He decrypted the joy on Amaurée's face.
— What should I feel?
— Affirmative. My temperature is now at the standard parameters for proper operation.
XR-S8 was grateful to the one who had saved him. During the last raid, he had entered her home pretending to be a soldier of the Guard. As he had found all kinds of ploys and excuses not to eat or drink, she soon suspected he was not human.
By hiding XR-S8 in her basement, Amaurée was taking the risk of being reported by her neighbors because "anyone aware of cyborgs, rebels or deserter must report it to the State under penalty of correction” and for a year, the word correction had a macabre resonance. She had never understood why a whole section of civilization had to be decimated because of a handful of defective cyborgs. There was nothing violent about this one. As she stared him in the eyes he smiled, which made her smile too. He had noticed that a moderate smile calmed Amaurée by 25 percent. On the other hand, a smile a little too wide produced a peak of anxiety or sometimes a burst of laughter. So as soon as she looked at him, he smiled slightly, without showing his teeth.
— They never gave you a name?
— My name is XR-S8.
— I know that, it's tattooed on the back of your neck.
She thought about the choice that had been made for the color of his eyes, the delicate skin texture that had been chosen to coat his metallic male skeleton. It was assembled with special care. Some details had even been added to him, such as a mole above the eyebrow and a small birthmark on the neck. Not so surprising that she thought she was talking to a human at first.
— Do you want me to give you one? she says.
— A human name? If that makes things less formal, that would be great.
— Ulysses? Do you like it?
The cyborg nodded.
— Do you like music, Ulysses?
— Liking is not part of my configuration, but even if I do not understand its use, I have sometimes heard it and it wasn’t unpleasant.
— You do not understand the use of music? Get up.
He got up immediately. She asked the server to play Orville Peck's "Dead of Night", a perfect ballad to demonstrate the use of music. Then she moved closer to the cyborg and placed his hands on her hips.
— Relax your arms, she said, and follow what I’m doing.
He looked at her a little surprised by the request. He complied, however.
— It's good, it's really good, she said.
He couldn't decode the expression on Amaurée's face. Usually, humans chat or listen when they look each other straight in the eye like this. She rested her head on his shoulder, she suddenly wanted to. Being cradled, feeling another's warmth under her cheek was so nice. She hadn't danced like that for months, since the men had been mobilized in the Green Zone.
— You can run your hand through my hair… If you want, she said in a small voice.
— If I want?
— Yes, only if you want.
Ulysses would have done anything to thank her. He was happy to be able to execute this command, so strange and so easy at the same time. His fingers then made their way through Amaurée's hair, who couldn't help but sigh.
— What is that noise you made? he said.
— Don't worry, it's just feels very nice.
He just wanted to know if that noise was the cause of the sudden rise in temperature in his own system.
— Do you understand now, the use of music? she said.
She looked up to better appreciate his answer.
— Possibly, he said. It is meant to raise the temperature. Correct?
She stifled a laugh.
— Yes, a little… Hm… How can you explain a feeling you can’t feel…
— I shouldn't feel a rise in temperature?
Was this part of a real sensation? No cyborg, to her knowledge, could feel spontaneous internal fluctuations because no engineer had managed to create a code for it. Unless it was a programming error?
— Are you telling me your internal temperature changed while we were dancing?
— Affirmative. 0.8 degree.
— But why ? How?
— I do not know. Isn't that the use of music then?
She remained motionless, speechless. He smiled at her, not knowing how to get that expression of surprise off Amaurée's face. She asked the server to put the song back from the beginning. She wanted to get to the bottom of it.
— Dance with me again, she said.
She rested her hands around his hips and they started dancing again. If he was blushing, if he was breathing faster, if the expression on his face changed, she wanted to see it, so this time around she didn't take her eyes off him.
Ulysses received a message from his system “Internal emotion detected. Do you want to reboot to cancel internal emotion?”
He didn't want to reboot. He was curious about what else music had to offer. His temperature was rising slowly and it was not unpleasant. The heat was spreading through his abdominal region and he himself was surprised to find the change interesting. His system sent him another message, telling him that the human's heart rate in his field of vision had increased by 30 percent and their pupils were abnormally dilated. It wasn't an alert, just information. Wanting to know if the temperature was changing for Amaurée too, he went into thermal vision and saw that her ears, her cheeks, her shoulders were bright red.
— I can see your temperature is rising too, he said.
— Oh really?
She knew long before he told her she was getting a little turned on. His benevolence and his innocence attracted her. Was it possible that a human found a cyborg to her liking to the point of…
She wanted to kiss him. But was it reasonable to take advantage of the situation? Would he understand that a kiss is not a threat?
— You can kiss me, if you want, she said.
He started an internal search to find out what she meant by that. A brief video played and he got another message warning him that the appendix between his legs was about to straighten out for mating. Since he didn't understand what that meant he then launched another search and the video he saw caused a feeling he couldn't explain. He wanted to do with Amaurée the same thing he was seeing in the video, he felt the need to. Usually, he only felt needs when his survival was directly in question, but as he was not in danger with her…
While she waited for him to make up his mind to kiss her, Amaurée felt something hard against her stomach. She told herself it was not possible, that she was losing her mind. And then, glancing between the legs of the cyborg she had the confirmation.
— What in the…
— If you want to know what's going on, I'm not sure. But apparently, I'm ready for mating.
— This is impossible!
She took a little distance. She didn't want to jump on him even though she was suddenly craving it.
— I must really be horny, she blurted out.
— What's your order? What should I do now?
— What are you feeling? What do you want to do?
— Is this desire?
— That (she pointed to his crotch) means you want to… to put your penis in me. Is this what you want?
— Your heart is beating abnormally fast.
— Yes, it's because I would love for you to say yes. Have you never done that?
— I'm happy to take the controls, but you'll have to say stop if it's not pleasant, okay?
He nodded. While looking him in the eyes, Amaurée plunged her hand into Ulysses’ pants. She ignored the rather simple finish, because someone had bothered to give him a generous shape. Her insides were really starting to scream her envy. She wanted to go straight to serious matters.
— Undo the buttons on my shirt, she said.
Ulysses used delicacy, wanting to avoid hurting his host. He opened the first button, Amaurée had to catch her breath as her excitement was rising. Ulysses’ system sent him all kinds of messages that he decided to cut so as not to be disturbed. A second button popped, then a third. Amaurée was already on fire. Getting undressed by a robot, what a strange idea, what a pervert she was! She pulled her blouse to the side, pulled her breast out of her bra, took his hand and put it on it.
— Caress me…
The sensation of the skin against hers, even artificial, made her head tilt back. Her underwear was already soaked. She wanted that fake cock inside her. Ulysses restarted his system to understand what was happening. His appendix was now fully erect and he felt the incomprehensible urge to penetrate Amaurée. His system didn't tell him what to do next. He was alone now facing his new sensations.
— Take off your pants, she said, sit there.
The cyborg undressed and went to sit on the rocking chair in the corner of the room. She took off her blouse, her bra, and then she swayed while removing the rest to finally find herself naked in front of him. He was staring at her, his erection pointing the sky. At the same time he was playing a mating video in his right eye while he was decoding Amaurée's body, he was impatient to know about this activity which he had not been made aware of.
She came over him…
— Ready? she said.
She impaled herself on his cock, looking him straight in the eyes. Feeling his flesh in hers made her moan. Ulysses perceived the heat of her body, but he also discovered with amazement that he could feel the pleasure of Amaurée at the same time. Seeing the cyborg's stunned expression excited her even more. She grabbed Ulysses’ hands to place them on her butt and she began to roll her hips on him, using the movements of the chair to eat him better.
— What are you feeling? she said.
— I think I'm picking up your emotions. There, for example, I just received a signal.
Really? Had they put a sensor in his device? Did he also feel her thirst, the pleasure she felt waving on a cyborg? She stirred harder to squeeze in the right place at a steady pace.
— Do you feel my pleasure rising?
— Affirmative. I get all the data from your muscles, your temperature, your brain.
— Really? And do you like what you feel?
— Can you know what I'm thinking here?
She almost came, just knowing he was hearing her dirty thoughts.
— Yes, he continued, answering a question she was about to ask, I do not mind trying.
He thrust his middle finger deep into Amaurée's butt. He felt the sensation she felt when push something into her anus, the pressure in her flesh, her muscles, the heat, the urge and the loss of control that increased as she busied herself on him. She pulled the cyborg against her to have his head between her breasts. He let it go, knowing her impulses even before she put them into practice, feeling the pleasure it gave to Amaurée, and by extension, the pleasure he received from them.
— Yes, he replied, I really like what you do to me. It's very nice ... I don't know what orgasm means. Oh, I see now. Yes, I want to feel your orgasm.
She couldn't hold it any longer. She kept telling herself she was having sex with a cyborg, that he had a finger in her ass and that he could feel her pleasure and the heat rose in her abdomen, blood rushed to her temples, her muscles bit frantically the appendage of metal and flesh. She started screaming "Oh yes fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Ulyyyysse!”. The system sent the cyborg a multitude of messages at the same time that meant absolutely nothing but he was sensing the signals from each of Amaurea's cells. The pleasure was so intense, so condensed, so confusing that he was getting restart alerts. Amaurée exhausted herself on him. He let her breathe, still feeling the pulsation of her muscles around him, receiving signals from the heart that was pounding way too fast, and then a feeling of absolute calm.
— Fuck, that was good, she blurted out.
— I think my system is overheating. It asks me to reboot. I ask you for a minute.
He died for a minute.
She stood back up and observed him. His eyes were open but he was clearly absent. She hoped he would request to repeat the experience. She could even teach him a few things… There were unknown pleasures to hide a cyborg in her basement after all.
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