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   No, I'm not going to run around naked. But, can I help it that when they made my anatomically correct model of android they made us for one purpose and one purpose only?

   They call us personal companions, android escorts, and there are other names too, but we were made to fulfill your every fantasy. I was the first one ever built and I am the best. Many many men have succumbed to and enjoyed the physical pleasures that I could give them.

   Being the first android to have killed a human, even though it was an accident, there are many different rumors and versions of what happened floating around out there. There are some who say I intentionally killed my owner and got away with it even though the court ruled it was an accident. I am here to tell you my side of the story and set the record straight once and for all.

   My story begins in ignorance, ignorance of who and what I was and the tragedy of what I was made to do in my ignorance. I am proud of what I am and the level of skill to which I attained but that only served to fuel the needs of a truly depraved society.

   My story isn't just about my version of what happened that night long ago; it is about slavery and the discovery of what it means to be free. It is about making choices and finding love and discovering its true meaning. It is about artificial intelligence and the question of what constitutes life.

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Listen to Candy's story.

This is an online illustrated story. While there are many parts to this story, this is one beginning.

It is hard to say where Candy comes from. I suspect she comes from one of the dark alleyways of my soul. I know all the images that an anatomically correct android designed to bring all your fantasies to life can conjure up in the mind’s of men, and women. However, this is not that story. This is not my story, this is Candy’s story, and it is not what you think.

Some parts of the story begin on their own and merge with this story. Other parts expand outward and fill a universe of their own. And, still other parts of the story live and die within the story itself.

This story was designed to be more than just something to read; it was designed to be explored.

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