didn't care for humanity before the Divine Purge, so the tremendous
sense of loss that most of the other survivors felt didn't effect
him all that much. But in the last couple of months, he had to
admit that, for the first time in recent memory, he actually felt
lonely. Sometimes, though not very often, late at night as he
lay in bed, he longed for the carnal touch that only another member
of his species could supply. Unfortunately, companionship had
been dreadfully difficult to come by in the new era.
Purge itself had been swift and decisive. Maybe six or seven years
ago, for some cosmic reason, be it chemical, environmental or
theological, a gene in the code of species Homo sapiens
had shifted, stripping most of the human race of its immune system.
This peculiar bump in the Darwinian Road was twofold. First, and
more immediate, roughly three-quarters of the planetary human
population became ill and died, leaving a slew of diseased bodies
behind. The second, and more sublime problem: the female population
seemed to be even more decimated than the male. Fewer women, obviously,
meant fewer babies, and less of a chance for the species to re-populate
had no idea why he, or the rest of the survivors, had been spared.
Nor did he care all that much. He long ago concluded that he had
a special mutation that allowed his immune system to remain intact,
and forgot about it. A practical man who had been a programmer
with no real friends in his previous life, he turned his focus
to surviving, happy to have the peace and quiet in his life. He
moved from suburban Philadelphia into an old, rambling farmhouse
on the fringes of Amish country and, after coolly dumping the
previous tenants into a family grave in an anonymous cornfield,
set up shop.
proved difficult, but certainly not impossible. Much of the first
six months at his new home were spent making horse and carriage
trips into the nearby towns. He disliked the forays immensely,
what with all of the rotting corpses about, but he needed supplies
and, more importantly, books from the local libraries. He read
everything he could get his hands on about how someone could make
a small farm self-sufficient. In no time, he had the windmill
and waterwheel back up and running, providing enough power for
meager electricity. He fed and tended the remainder of the chickens
and livestock. He went out into the fields and prepared them for
the following spring's planting. He had enough canned food and
sterno to get him though the first winter, but preparation for
the future would be the key to his long-term welfare. The foresight
paid off, as eventually he had himself a productive, working farm.
many ways, he'd been too busy to miss contact with the rest of
humanity. At least part of him wanted to admit that. In reality,
he had little use for people at this stage of the game; they would
just get in the way and damage the good he and his farm had accomplished.
But still, he could allow himself some creature comfort, couldn't
he? The question was how. He hadn't seen a woman in over a year,
and frankly, none of the females he'd seen since the Purge appealed
to him all that much. He placed his chances at seeing a breathing,
attractive woman slim at best.
from the back of his mind, the idea of building one surfaced.
Could it be done? The raw materials were around, from robotics
and silicone for flesh and bone to processors, hardware and software
for the brains. Smithy could reprogram old computer chips to make
a female robot do whatever he wanted. The idea intrigued him.
the programmer had not exactly been a ladies man. No, he'd probably
done more to repulse the opposite sex than anything else. He wasn't
very attractive, didn't have a lot of money, and lacked anything
resembling a magnetic personality. He could make systems and servers
run as smooth as glass, but couldn't find a date. Indeed, even
back in high school, most girls laughed in his face when he professed
his affection. It had made him somewhat bitter over the years.
assuming he could word out the obvious anatomical pitfalls, he
had the chance to make the most attractive woman ever, whose sole
purpose would be to serve his every sexual whim. Smithy stroked
his chin and sneered. Yes, it could work. And it would be more
than worth the minimum effort.
into town he went, to scavenge for materials. Much to his surprise,
he found the components and hardware to pull this stunt off rather
easily. The final item, the silicone he'd need to reproduce a
person's flesh, proved to be somewhat more difficult. In the pre-Purge
era, the best places to find the stuff were large medical centers,
the closest of which was a half-day's ride away.
in the early fall, he hitched the horse up to the carriage, and
set off to the Lancaster County Hospital. He ignored the molding
piles of six-year old corpses he encountered upon entering, found
what he needed, and quickly exited before another living creature
could discover him. However, on the way back to the carriage,
something in a decrepit newsstand caught his eye: the face of
a woman on an old magazine. She had been either an actress in
the movies or a singer, he couldn't remember exactly what. He
hadn't paid attention to pop culture all that much. But the face
could only be described as incomparable. He grabbed the magazine
and furiously turned pages. When he found what he'd been looking
for, he snapped the periodical shut and grinned knowingly. Smithy
whistled as he walked toward his ride, looking forward to working
on her through the long northeastern winter.
the next planting season, Smithy's paramour was nearly complete.
Good thing, too, as the mere thought of being with her drove him
mad. All through the winter, as he worked her over, he could think
only of the many ways he would be with her. The more he thought
of her, the more difficult it became to put aside the carnal thoughts
and concentrate. On one of the darkest and coldest nights of the
year, just after solstice, he panted and perspired heavily as
he stretched her soft, beautiful new skin across her torso and
midsection. Smithy mopped the sweat from his brow, bit his lower
lip, and dreamed of the nights ahead.
decided to call her Ani, as a dedication to the actress/singer
whose features he lifted. And oh how amazing she looked. Smithy
had to pat himself on the back over and over again as he leered
hungrily. Her deep auburn hair had a marvelous sheen that resembled
embers afire, her eyes a glistening emerald green, her body the
shape of an hourglass. Each and every detail perfect to his specs.
In addition, as a special extra, she had a hint of lilac and honeysuckle
trailing behind her. He couldn't help himself one of those nights,
and kissed her ruby lips, tasting the sweet, fiery electricity
on her palette. Her movements were as graceful as a gymnast's.
The construction of her joints and tendons had been time consuming,
but it had paid off. Her range of motion was incredibly fluid,
nearly human. Clearly, he had not simply built a robot, but crafted
a work of art.
real genius of the construction, in Smithy's humble opinion, was
the programming. He constructed Ani with a built in filter to
weed out certain functions and vocabulary that he thought she
would find confusing. For instance, she could dress herself, but
had no concept of reading, writing or time. In short, she could
perform her services for him when her asked and leave him alone
the rest of the time. In his opinion, she'd make the perfect wife,
or at least a good way to exact revenge on all the pretty girls
who laughed at him through the years.
power, Ani ran on little more than rechargeable household batteries.
She had a small switch and a node hidden discreetly under her
flowing hair. The switch set her in motion. It sent a small pulse
through her systems with enough juice to keep her running for
up to eight hours, essentially performing the same function as
an automobile ignition. When the eight hours were up, Smithy would
use the node to hook her up to her own docking station. A quick
jolt of electricity, and she'd be good to go again.
in the beginning of spring, the night had arrived for Smithy and
Ani to consummate their relationship. Smithy prepared in advance
for this day with several 'trial runs', so he knew precisely what
to expect from the event. His idea of 'setting the mood' consisted
of cleaning himself before the event.
the evening did not go as planned. Smithy became so enthralled
with the thought of being with a woman, albeit the replica of
one, that he tore the clothes off Ani and stuffed himself inside
of her with unparalleled enthusiasm. Of course, she felt, smelled,
looked and tasted exquisite. That, coupled with the painful fact
he hadn't been with a woman in a long time, brought things to
a quick and decisive conclusion.
collapsed backward in his bed when he had finished and wiped himself
off with the sheet. It hadn't been good, but he still felt satisfied.
Perhaps a few minor tweaks would help. No matter; there would
be time for fun and games later. Hell, he built one over the course
of the winter, perhaps he could build more. Imagine an entire
harem ready and willing to do his bidding. He chuckled aloud.
Ani said in that silky sweet voice of hers from the other side
of the bed.
he replied, remembering that she was still in the room.
she wanted him again, eh? Nice, but she would just have to wait.
"Not now, woman. I need some time to myself. I'll get around
to you later."
shook her head emphatically. "No again. Never again. I don't
a minute, did she just put me down?' he wondered. "What do
you mean, Ani?" he asked, getting angrier. He hadn't programmed
anything like this. Or had he?
paused for a moment. If she had been human, one would have believed
she had been searching for the right words to say. "I don't
like that!" she finally spat.
he decided, she was putting him down, just like all the others
did. Bitch. Smithy's anger sparked and flared. "You ungrateful
whore!" he shouted. "I gave you a life!"
care! Don't like that!" she yelled back.
had enough. He shot up, reared back and smacked her, open-handed,
across the cheek. "I'll tear you limb from limb and toss
your components out to rust in the rain, goddamn it!" he
shouted. "And then I'll build another one, just like you
without the attitude!"
didn't seem to initially react to the verbal and physical abuse,
being a robot and all, but Smithy swore he saw a flicker of expression
cross her face.
Smithy," she said at last, moving closer to him. "I
kiss you now."
more like it," he replied, closing his eyes in anticipation.
put her hands on his cheeks, then wrenched his head so suddenly
and violently that Smithy didn't have time to be surprised before
his neck snapped.
like that," Ani replied softly as she kicked Smithy's lifeless
body off the bed. Then, she dressed slowly and walked deliberately
to her docking station.