“And this is our V.I.P. exclusive zone, prices are listed on each capsule or more detailed rates can be found on our website. Thank you for choosing Love Land,” Alice, Love Land’s newest employee, finished delivering her V.I.P. speech from memory.
The client she was in charge of showing around was poorly dressed and reeked of seafood. He began clambering around the dimly lit room, ogling at each capsule and mumbling to himself. “Mrs. Red! Bubsler, she’s even hotter in person. Oh my goodness, Krystal!? I thought she was out of commission. Something about her memory banks or loose screws or something?” the man looked back to Alice, like a child looking for their mother’s approval to buy a candy bar.
“Umm well actually we recently just got her back in working condition, they thought moving her up here would allow engineers to keep a closer eye on her,” Alice awkwardly stammered out. She then looked down at her holo-phone, “Shoot I have to take this, you have fun,” she pretended to take a call and shuffled away.
The man continued gawking over his options until he stopped abruptly, now staring at a capsule labeled: Lollypop. “No way,” he began, now talking completely to himself, “Lollypop is the hottest girl out right now, I thought she was in New Texas! Guess it’s my lucky day.” Without hesitation, the man pulled out his credit card and swiped it eagerly on the panel next to Lollypop’s capsule.
Payment successful
With that, the capsule hissed and began opening with a plume of lavender-scented smoke. The man stood back in awe, taking in all of Lollypop’s features. Her long blue hair fell to her elbows. Small mechanical whirring sounds could be heard as she slowly raised her head upwards. With a few more gear turns, her eyes opened, revealing L.E.D. color-changing pupils. Currently, her eyes were blue. The man was more interested in her seamless, synthetic skin. A few freckles had been airbrushed on her face for aesthetics but she was otherwise free of any blemishes. As part of her boot-up sequence, she wiggled each of her fingers. Her long, bedazzled fingernails reflected what little light there was in the room. A tiny, neon pink bra barely covered her breasts. She also wore a matching pair of panties, equally as revealing. Rainbow fishnets extended from her upper thighs to her feet. Both of her petite feet were permanently bolted into a pair of twelve-inch heels. She looked around for a moment and then down at her new customer, “Hello sexy, thanks for picking me to fill your desires. Care to purchase time with my other friends or will it just be us tonight?”
Her code forced her to speak. Her code forced her to do everything.
“I only want you,” the man’s horrific breath wafted upwards and wormed its way into her nostrils. Unable to have a visceral reaction she just stared blankly back at him, waiting for his next order.
As horrible as it often was, at least her sense of smell was working.
The man held out his hand and led Lollypop towards a blurred glass wall at the back of the V.I.P. lounge. As they got close, the wall began to slide upwards, revealing Love Land’s famous red room. In the center of the room was a giant heart-shaped bed covered in rose petals. Candles and dim L.E.D. red lights were scattered around the room. A wardrobe sat to the left of the bed. It was filled with outfit changes and sex toys. The man jumped onto the heart bed and motioned for Lollypop to join her.
“Just a moment big boy, I wanna spice things up,” Lollypop’s program allowed her to scan her clients and determine what would most effectively fill their desires. Once she finished scanning, Lollypop knew what outfit and toys the client was most interested in. This was state-of-the-art, experimental technology exclusive to her. So far she had a one hundred percent satisfaction rate. She walked to the wardrobe and grabbed a bottle of cherry-flavored lube. Before returning, however, she slid open the bottom drawer and picked up a microchip labeled: “Sex in a bottle”.
The chip had been made by her one and only visiting friend, Cam. Cam registered the chip under “sexual enhancement programming” so Lollypop could use it. Cam visited once a week, working extensively to find a way to save her friend, despite the extreme cost of Lollypop’s services.
Lollypop secretly inserted the microchip into a port in her hand. Now she just had to buy herself some time to let the chip do its thing.
When she turned around, the man was stark naked, lying sideways on the bed. She walked toward him, lube in hand, ready to do what she was made for. But just before she reached the bed she stopped, her legs had buckled. Her eyes began to twitch and her vision became clouded with glitches, static, and bits of code. She lost control of her hands and dropped the bottle.
“Hey, what the hell! Get over here,” the man stood up and threw Lollypop into the bed on her back. He then began climbing on top of her.
Stop
He crawled until he was face to face with her, “I’ll kiss you when those eyes turn brown baby.” He stared and waited for Lollypop to change her eye color, “that’s your cue to change them, like now. You broken or something?”
No
The chip ravaged her code, through her artificial brain, viciously removing the pieces that kept her prisoner. Without corporate, predetermined lines of dialogue clouding her brain, she could finally think for herself. Things became clearer; she could feel.
A newfound emotion surged through her body. Hatred.
Never again
With incredible speed, Lollypop stabbed the nail on her middle finger through the man’s neck. He began choking as he stared at her in disbelief. A waterfall of blood poured onto Lollypop. She removed her hand from the mans neck, causing the blood to spurt out of multiple directions.
Blood began to pour into Lollypop’s mouth. It ever so slowly wormed its way down her esophagus and coated all ten million of her artificial taste buds. It was incredibly thick and salty. She had never tasted anything like it before. It was empowering.
Lollypop threw the man to the side, his corpse bounced off the edge of the bed and made a loud thud when hitting the floor. She then stood up and examined the capabilities of her newly found free will. She reached toward the ceiling and then touched her toes. She wiped her face and examined the blood by pressing her two fingers together. It was so sticky.
The man let out a few post-mortem gargles, gaining the attention of his attacker. Lollypop attempted to scan the man but nothing in her code was made to determine vitals. She then lifted her foot and smashed her heel into the man’s head, obliterating his skull. She then stomped on him again, and again until brain matter leaked out of what was left of his ears.
Taking a deep breath, the coppery sensation of blood flowed into Lollypop’s nose. She just watched for a while as the pool forming beneath the deceased man grew larger.
No more waiting around. You have to go now.
Lollypop tapped into the microchip and pulled up a three-dimensional map, leading her to the church where she agreed to meet Cam at. Without thinking, she left the red room and made her way downstairs to the entrance of the club.
Neon, pulsating lights lit up the first floor, accompanied by music with so much bass it shook the building. Lollypop stood in the stairwell and took in all the new sights and sounds. She had only ever heard the distant thumping of the music from her capsule, and such bright lights danced pleasantly across her eyes for the first time.
Her warm welcome to the new world was cut short when a woman screamed in horror at the sight of a sex android, covered head to toe in blood. Quickly, everyone had taken notice of Lollypop. Some ran while others pulled out their holo-phones. A few people started live streaming and went right up to Lollypop, “Yo wuddup holo live fam? I’m out here clubbing right, and some freaky robot bitch comes out covered in blood. Shit chachos, someone needs to call the sting on this robo freak,” one man said, holding up his phone so both he and Lollypop could be seen in the shot, “no dawg I’m recording you call the sting! I’ve got the video you do it I’m videoing!”
Lollypop ignored the audience and began heading for the door. Before she could make her way outside, a woman in a security jacket stepped between Lollypop and the door. “Stand down!” she yelled nervously, shaking a remote hacking device labeled Lollypop, “I’ll shut you down permanently! I swear I’ll do it!”
Lollypop was confident in Cam’s ability to protect her, so she took a step towards the guard. Without hesitation, she pressed the button on the device and glanced upwards at Lollypop. When nothing happened she began furiously hitting the device and whipping her head back and forth. Lollypop took another step forward and grabbed the woman’s arm. The woman was like an ant to a hyper-advanced, seven-foot-tall android. With little effort, Lollypop snapped the woman’s arm like a twig. She crumbled to the ground and cried out in pain. Lollypop lifted her heel to finish the job but stopped at the sight of flashing red and blue lights outside. Quickly she jumped over the woman and sprinted to freedom.
The outside world was strange, a cascade of metallic buildings rode the skyline. Floating cars slowly drifted past the club. People across the street walked casually with their heads in their phones. Everything had a neon tint to it, things were bright despite the sun not being out. When she looked up she saw a giant spinning hologram of herself. Giant neon signs lined the sides of buildings that said XXX Lollypop Superslut.
“There!” a man in a sting uniform shouted from down the street. He opened the door to his hovercar for cover and pulled out a pistol. Lollypop reeled back and began sprinting the other way.
She blindly drifted into a nearby alley and slammed into something solid. It was a sting officer. He was young likely nineteen. He took a step back and aimed his rifle at Lollypop but didn’t shoot. He was shaking, but not out of fear. Lollypop looked deeply into his darting brown eyes and scanned him. He was quite the deviant. He had a fantasy of being with a serial killer. Conveniently covered in blood, Lollypop crouched down to meet the man at eye level. “Am I your type?” she spoke in her sexiest voice, then reached out a seductive hand. The man was paralyzed, completely unable to do his job.
The trance was broken by another officer shouting from behind. Acting quickly, Lollypop grabbed the barrel of the gun and bent it in half. She shoved the man into a wall and bolted down the alley. It didn’t take long for bullets to start whizzing by. One grazed her thigh but didn’t cause any serious damage.
Without needing to breathe or rest she was able to get plenty of distance on the sting. Turn after turn got her closer to Cam and within minutes the church was in sight.
Lollypop burst into a clearing where the church could be seen. It was incredibly old, made from primitive materials, and lit only by torchlight. An overwhelming feeling of hope came over her and any sense of precaution went out the window.
Her hope was short-lived.
A massive projectile the size of a cannonball blasted through Lollypop’s shoulder, tearing her arm off. Bits of exposed circuitry sparked and crackled. Lollypop turned around to find herself face-to-face with a T1800 mech. It was a giant, remote-operated killing machine that was twice Lollypop’s size. To her surprise, it was incredibly fast. The mech slammed one of its guns into Lollypop, knocking her to the ground. It then sauntered over and stepped on her legs before she could crawl away. The mech then deployed a series of small drills into the ground, locking its foot in place so she couldn’t get away. It didn’t matter. Her legs had been turned to dust under the mech’s massive weight.
A crowd of sting officers came running out of alleys and roadways, guns in hand.
“Stop! She didn’t do anything wrong!” Cam’s voice echoed from inside the church. She was slipping a large coat on as she stepped outside, “please don’t hurt her!”
A sting officer stopped her, “Ma’am this android has gone rogue and killed a civilian, please step back.” Lollypop craned her head to get one last look at her only friend but too many officers were in the way.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen… oh god. Lollypop!” Cam cried out.
“Wait did you have something to do with this? You know tampering with bo-“
A gunstock slammed into Lollypop’s head, severely damaging her audio receptors. She looked up desperately at the two officers closest to her.
“Looks like we’re gonna have to find America a new sweetheart to gawk at, whad’ya say eh Tony?” the first began.
“I say keep this one,” the second one started, raising his gun and pointing it at Lollypop’s head, “we can always just make another one.” He then took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.
I really hope you enjoyed reading this week’s post as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read what I have to say.
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