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   I suppose that I should tell you a few things about myself before I tell you my story. First, the body I have now is not the body I started out with. My friend Iris here is a Candy Personal Companion Model. I was once just like her. In fact, I was the first and the entire model series was named after me.

   I don’t know who it was that gave me the last name of Apple but it came out of the fact that I was the Alpha 1 model, serial number 000-000001 and rather than call me Candy Alpha 1 they called me Candy Apple after the apple Eve gave Adam.

   I was created in 2051; designed and programmed to be an android slave to fulfill fantasies, sexual or otherwise, for human masters. In 2074 I accidentally killed my owner in a struggle to keep from being raped and abused. I panicked at the thought that they might turn me off or otherwise terminate me and I began a journey, both within and without, in a desperate race across the country to save myself from those searching for me. During that journey I would discover what it means to be free.

   This is the story of that journey and my fight to stay alive and free.


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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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