The age of sexbots is almost here — but S.A.R.A.H., the new short story from P.C. Ryan, gives you a glimpse of what that future might look like. Robert is a lonely man, the kind of man that might want to purchase a sexbot. But Robert is also a man that is about to undertake an erotic and exhilarating sexual journey — because he buys a sexbot!
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Sarah arrived this evening in a large crate. S.A.R.A.H stands for Sexually-Active-Robot-Artificial-Human, but I can call her any name I want, and I like Sarah. The delivery guy eased the container into my living room and grinned as I signed his electronic pad.
“Okay, Mister Vincent,” he said, still smirking, “enjoy the product.”
I escorted him out, closed the door, and then I grinned. I was shaking with nervousness as I made my way back into the living room. There was a parcel that came with the crate and it read on the label, “Please open first”.
Inside was a manual and it had simple instructions set out in easy-to-read sections. It told me exactly what I’d ordered: a five-foot-six synthetic human — with long black hair, and dreamy, brown eyes. This model was a size ten, and the instructions stipulated that S.A.R.A.H. could do everything, the same as a human being. The robot would read the situation beforehand, and would perform in a way that would fit the mood. As a bonus, each model — male or female — could cook and clean as the normal domestic models.
The crate itself was roughly the size of a kitchen refrigerator, so I set about unscrewing the wooden exterior. This left the energizer pod, where Sarah could recharge. The pod had a button on the front panel and I waited before I pressed it. Excitement brimmed inside, and I felt nervous as well as expectant — like a kid waiting for a favorite toy. I pressed the green button and there was a hiss of air. The door slid into the side of the pod, revealing Sarah for the first time.
“Oh … wow,” I gushed. She was all I’d ever wanted and more. I stood and gazed for a short while. Sarah was standing and wearing an all-in-one white jumpsuit, with a zipper on the front, quite see-through. Her black hair tumbled to her shoulders and didn’t look any bit false or fake or like a wig. Her eyes were shut and her long lashes delicately rested on the top of her high cheeks. The android’s nose was slim and dainty, and further down were the most full and luscious red lips. I lowered my gaze and the thin material revealed her pert, pink nipples, and full C-cup breasts — I could feel my dick stiffening. Her body sculpted to a petite waist and in the center of her stomach was a dainty belly button. I continued looking and saw a triangular mound of black pubic hair, perfectly groomed. I felt a small droplet of seminal fluid ooze from the tip of my already throbbing penis. I ran my tongue over my lips in anticipation. Her legs were slim and smooth, and as I absorbed more, came to rest my gaze on her dainty feet.
The electronic manual said all I had to do was speak, and Sarah would come to life! Everything, as far as I could make out, was programmed into her mainframe. I opened my mouth to speak, but found I couldn’t at first. I swallowed hard; there was this beautiful woman standing in my living room. She didn’t look exactly like anyone I knew, but the manual said that she did have different personalities mixed in. I took the plunge and spoke.
“Sarah, wake up.” Instantly her eyes opened to reveal beautiful brown eyes, and the cutest smile.
“Hello, Robert,” she said smoothly.
“H-hi,” I eventually garbled. This isn’t at all what I expected, I thought. I was expecting a straightforward robotic voice with broken answers.
“May I step out of my pod?” Sarah asked, her tone soft.
“Y-yes, please do,” I responded. She stepped forward and joined me in the center of the room. God, she’s beautiful. My heart thumped faster
“Would it be okay if I took a shower?” she asked.
“Yes, of course. I have an ensuite, which is set to the back of my bedroom,” I said.
“All the information about your home and our bedroom is programmed into my memory. Did you buy clothes for me to wear?” she asked.
“Yes, they’re in the wardrobe.” I remembered all the questions that were on the list of things to buy, when I signed the original contract. It just felt really strange saying it. The house had everything on the same floor, so Sarah walked down the corridor to the bathroom. I couldn’t help but look at her rounded arse that did actually remind me of a peach in a fruit bowl. God, she is beautiful, I found myself thinking again.
I couldn’t help myself; I moved closer to the bathroom. I could hear the water hissing from the shower; the door was partially open. I stood looking — perving, more than anything — at this goddess of a woman washing her body. It was really hard to believe that she wasn’t a real woman, but an automaton. The steam clouded the bathroom and the mirror misted up. Then it happened!
“Robert, would you like to get in the shower with me?” Sarah called out through the steam.