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   Candy could read the young man inside the truck stop dinner like a book. She had already turned up the volume on her hearing so she could listen from across the street to his fumbling attempt to flirt with the waitress who was waiting on him. When he started to leave she calculated her pace so that she would reach his car at the same time he did. It was one of those new wheel-less hover cars; a little red sports model. She had already guessed that the young man was single based not so much on the car but rather how hard he was trying to hit on the waitress. “You shouldn’t try so hard,” she said.

   The young man was startled by the android standing on the other side of his car. “Excuse me,” he replied.

   “The waitress inside, she could tell you were trying to come on to her. You need to be more subtle. Timing is everything,” Candy said.

   “How would you know? You’re an android,” the young man replied.

   “You know many androids do you?” Candy asked coyly.

   “No, but I tried one of those android escort services last year,” he replied.

   “And how did that compare to a real human female?”

   “I thought it was a bit melodramatic and the sex was a bit cold and robotic but otherwise ok.”

   “It’s the base programming,” Candy said. “They modeled the base program off a high priced call girl. As A.I.s they can learn and adapt over time but that is still wrapped around the core program.”

   “What was your core programming?” the young man asked.

   “I am... more extensively programmed,” Candy replied with an irresistible smile.

   “Where’s your owner?”

   “I don’t have one anymore.” Before he could ask any more questions Candy asked, “Could I trouble you for a ride into town?” Every minute movement, every shy fleeting glace, every tone and inflection of her sultry voice, even the smile on her face was an act of pure seduction that promised more pleasures yet to come and Candy was a master of the art. Her programmers had taken her well beyond the base program used by the other android models after her. Her instructors included a geisha, sexual therapists, and experts in the Karma Sutra and then there were the numerous classes in human relationships, psychology, and other more basic classes in things like cooking, massage, and first aid. There was some advantage to being the first of her kind and the company demonstration model. They spent more time and money making sure she was perfect.

   Once having looked into her eyes it would have taken a strong man to say “no” to Candy and the young man was not that strong. “Sure, no problem,” he found himself saying.

   It was a long drive into town and Candy, with a little coaxing, drew out the man within the boy. His name was David and he was in his third year in college studying architecture. He had a part-time job as a draftsman and a small apartment on the south side of town. Not the best part of town to live in but perfect for an android needing to hideout for a while. Candy let David ramble on, after all men do love to talk about themselves and it is a rare woman who lets them.

   



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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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