Chapter 4 - After

The next morning, Emily woke up in her own bed in a state of confusion. A fluttering of lust began to take her once again as she remembered the encounter she had had the night before. Everything about it had been out of this world.

Yet, in only a few moments, Emily sat up, startled with her own stupidity. In no corner of her brain could she remember where any of last night had taken place. The knowledge of it was simply gone, without a trace. Purposefully wiped from her brain.

Emily reached into her drawer to pull out her vibrator, trying to release her arousal; flicking from porn video to porn video as she watched the big screen from the comfort of her bed. Sexy guys and girls, no doubt. But none of what she saw came close to heightening her pleasure in the way that the memories in her own head did; the vision of Marz, the way that he had spoken to her and controlled her, fucking her like nothing she had ever experienced.

At last, Emily switched the screen off and closed her eyes, simply thinking of Marz and orgasming with such force that she knew there was no way the neighbors hadn’t heard. She drifted off to sleep, thankful that she didn’t need to be anywhere that day. Unlike the rest of her family, Emily had made the decision many years ago to simply enjoy her intergenerational wealth and privilege, not following her unpleasant older brothers into law school, nor pursuing a career in medicine like her narcissitic sister. Why stress if she would never need to?

The news, which Emily ordinarily tried not to pay too much attention to, was becoming more irate and tense than she had ever known it. Headlines devoted themselves almost entirely to the clampdown on AI and how, up until this point, almost every single measure had failed to make any impact on controlling the F80s.

Congress was making a law, criminalising failures to report sightings of F80s, making Emily scoff as she thought of the night before. There was no way, not a single hope, that any of those people having sex last night were going to sell out the F80s. After pleasure like that, allegences were guaranteed. Even if there was only a small speck of hope that she could one day find Marz and make love to him one more time, she would hold onto it, keeping the secret of their love affair to her grave.

Watching the rolling coverage that day, Emily’s jaw dropped as she saw her uncle getting out of his car, immediately surrounded by his army of presidential bodyguards. There he was! It was Marz, dressed in an enormous suit, skillfully moving people aside to make way for the president. So that was how Emily had recognised him! Despite the many restrictions and sanctions, Marz, an F80 AI android no less, had actually worked his way into the president’s inner circle. All that red tape and numerous, extreme background checksl the fact that he was there… It was nothing short of genius!

Perhaps if Emily had spotted the connection a day earlier, she may have had enough residual family loyalty to alert the White House about the android infiltration. As it was, the image of Marz on screen was sending her arousal into a sky high state of existence. This revelation meant only one thing to her: there was, at last, a way for her to find Marz once more.