Kevin the Cyborg
By Boris B. Chen Yuma, AZ Copyright 2024 All rights reserved.
Introduction:
What's a Cyborg?
According to the Oxford American Dictionary: a Cyborg is a fictional or theoretical person whose physical abilities become superhuman by mechanical elements built into the body.
In this book a factory-made cyborg (aka: Pleasurebot or Bot) is a highly advanced machine that is partially made of human flesh and several human internal organs, these human parts are grown in a factory from man-made DNA. Pleasurebots have no heart, soul, brain, or reproductive ability. But they do have internal power supplies, many human bones, muscles, skin, eyes, ears, and vocal chords. Cyborgs are fully self-aware, self-expressive, creative, and they understand they have limited rights and are legally considered personal property.
These advanced Pleasurebots are externally charged via two ports (one on top of the head, the other on the front of the right big toe). During manufacturing these machines are configured for specific personality, intelligence, and physical traits ordered by the purchaser.
What's this book about?
This story (fantasy-gay romance-adventure) takes place in the near future (2080 AD) about a decade after a great world war pushed the science of robotic design and very large scale microprocessors and data storage cubes. Most of the countries involved in the war used cyborg soldiers in combat. In this story the cyborgs are so human-like most people cannot identify which individuals they see in public are human. Store-bought cyborgs are not alive, however they do have: desires, goals, fear, sorrow, shame, joy, pleasure, aspirations, dreams, pain, personality, and empathy. Each cyborg is built to order with unique strengths and weaknesses. It takes Robco about three weeks to make each one and have it ready for testing.
Modern cyborgs in 2080 have (waterproof USB) charging ports on the top of their head and another on their right big toe with a series of status indicators visible through the toe nail. Those indicators are only on when plugged into power.
A gay adult male electronics engineer living in San Diego decides to purchase a cyborg known then as a Pleasurebot. Because he is such a workaholic his lifestyle is such that finding a human mate and keeping that friend as a partner would be nearly impossible. His only option becomes going to a mall (in his home town of San Diego) to the dealer and ordering a Robco Pleasurebot. These days they can also be legally rented to perform the services of a prostitute, they can be rented to work in a factory or washing dishes in a restaurant, or being the nanny to your child, or caring for your elderly parent with memory loss. Many hotels rent them for companionship or assistance in a new city.
Robco builds Pleasurebots in a factory in Tokyo and they cost about as much as a luxury car. They are powered by batteries (and a small internal power generator) and need to be re-charged daily by connecting them to one or two power cords. Laws were written so if a cyborg commits a horrible crime they are charged and stand trial like a human and the top penalty would be the removal and destruction of their memory and CPU circuits.
In this story the narrator gradually falls in love with his cyborg but is troubled by the fact that Kevin is essentially his slave. He tries to compensate for keeping a mechanical slave by buying him everything he wants and treating him with respect, as if he was actually his nephew. By 2080 it was becoming popular for wealthy cyborg owners to release them after ten years of service to live out the remainder of their battery life and processor power as an independent human.
Around the world communes formed by newly released cyborgs live out the remainder of their functional lives in the company of others in the same situation. The average cyborg lives for 12 years until their batteries can no longer hold a charge for more than an hour or less. Their memory and processors slow down and they experience aging symptoms similar to humans and animals.
This story was originally written in 2012 by Boris B. Chen, this is a custom version for re-release on Nifty.org. This fictional book is written to appeal especially to people who appreciate nice audio systems, electronics, and good carry-out food.
Optional explanation: The term WATTAGE is used frequently in this story and all of us see the word related to things like microwave ovens, radio stations, sound amplifiers, and light bulbs. But wattage is not a measure of loudness or sound level, it is a measure of work performed which also creates waste heat in the process, so which one is louder: a 50 watt stereo or an 80 watt light bulb?
Wattage is a measure of how much work the device can do. In a sound amplifier wattage refers to power consumed to reproduce sound signals, the higher the wattage the more work it can do without causing distortion. Often, classical music requires more wattage to reproduce than rock or country because the instantaneous nature of sounds like cymbal crashes and the impact of a drum stick on a bass drum which can be felt by each person in the hall requires sudden peaks in wattage.
Keywords commonly found in this book:
Cyborg, San Diego, Amarillo, Tokyo, Thunder Inc, USB port, charge, battery, CPU/memory cube, deli, Robco, router, wifi, skateboard park, robo-taxi, Stealthspecs, BIC Chip (Birth Identity Chip, an implanted government identification), trolley, Go-Go Boy, (this list under construction)
Characters:
Robert Slone: narrator, engineer, nerd, married to his job, dysfunctional in relationships, probably mildly autistic. 5'10" 160lbs, brown eyes, brown hair, medium build, Caucasian.
Kevin Slone: The cyborg, made in Tokyo Japan in June 2080. 5'9" tall, 130lbs, black eyes, thick black hair, pale white but slightly olive skin.
Scott: Another Robco Pleasurebot, a little older than Kevin, he is owned by a married couple and is generally poorly treated and lacking in maintenance, probably will have a shorter lifespan due to neglect. Scott is smaller than Kevin and he has curly blonde hair and is nearly a skateboard pro. Scott says he has been loaned to other couples to use as a sex toy.
Notice:
This story contains graphic descriptions of same-sex acts and violence. If you are easily offended you should never read any of my works, including this book.
The terms: bot, Pleasurebot, and Cyborg are intended meaning the same thing.
If you read the original 2012 version of this book you'll find it has undergone significant revisions, the basic plot is the same but this 2024-25 version is roughly twice as long.
In previous stories of mine you may see the email address: borischenaz at gmail. I no longer use any google services except gmaps.
Note: I am a retired engineer; my grammar ain't the best, sorry! I make a lot of mistakes, you are encouraged to email me with typos or grammar mistakes you find in the story. All mistake notes are appreciated and welcome. This free version of this book has not been professionally edited.
I was never trained in college as a writer, but I know a lot about wire, integrated circuit chips, electronic components like resistors, capacitors, inductors, antennas, feedlines, Ohm's Law, 480v 3ph motors, and large industrial machines, ladder logic, and high power RF amplifiers.
This book was written/edited on an Asus Vivobook laptop running Windows 10 with a 3rd party firewall to protect my privacy and block updates, and edited using MS Word 7.0.
Proof reading done using a 3rd generation Kindle Keyboard.
Chapter 1
The Pleasurebot brand name first appeared in the media after the drone war ended. The wars matter to this story because smart drone technology breakthroughs are what lead to cyborgs in combat and years later in people's bedrooms. Civilian ownership of Pleasurebots became fully legal in the USA three years ago. Since the war ended every big military technology company trying to make a profit in the peace economy also got into the Pleasurebot business, melting their swords back into plowshares sort of.
The earliest bots were plagued by software problems and reliability issues but they were fixed and now they're becoming more commonplace, but since they look like humans it has become an invisible fad.
The big breakthroughs in robotics came from learning how to grow human tissue at a greatly accelerated rate. By 2079 Robco could grow a partial adult human body in eight days! Next came the ability to use muscles and bones to make a humanoid robot able to move smoothly, especially when compared to mechanical robots. And the biggest breakthrough was the interface between a spinal cord and a computer I/O port.
Two high-tech companies own the retail stores where people go for pleasure. Some people go there for simple sexual fulfillment some go because they're lacking something fundamental in their lives. If you had a particular odd kink you could probably hire a cyborg to partake for a flat hourly rate at a Robco store.
We all had our reasons for going to the store. I read in the newspapers the most common reason for joining one of those places; people wanting some sexual fulfillment that could be remembered while masturbating alone or with someone who otherwise didn't 'fill the bill.'
These machines were completely lifelike. They had their own TV show too. Like the TV game show called The Dating Game, their program pitted one young shapely female against three unseen male suitors. Her task was to ask questions trying to figure out which one of the three was the cyborg. If successful she won the dream vacation for her and the cyborg for a week. It was actually just a 30 minute Robco advertisement.
Around the world most countries quickly legalized Pleasurebot ownership, the United States was one of the last major nations to legalize them. The first American Pleasurebot store was in New York City, the second one opened in an upscale mall in San Diego California. A third store is coming soon near Miami. In most of the world if you have the money it is fully legal to buy a bot and torture it to death because they can shut off the sensation of pain and fear internally and are not alive. The government also legalized prostitution with Pleasurebots regardless of what age they appeared. When confronted by police on the street the easiest way to prove someone was a bot was to remove the right shoe and check for the USB connector on the front of the toe, the second port is on the top of the head towards the back, near the cowlick, but some people have made fake ports to implant under the scalp to pretend to be a bot but the one on the toe is nearly impossible to fake.
I should also add here and the name Pleasurebot is a trademark owned by the Robco Company in Japan. I read in the financial section of the paper that Robco is building another factory in New Delhi India, but it won't start producing cyborgs for another two years. Their plan is to double the production of cyborgs this decade and hopefully also lower the retail cost by 20%. In a TV interview with a recently retired Robco genetic engineer he said most cyborgs sold are for companionship and are rarely ever used for sex or in the workplace. He also said they are working on battery technology to hopefully double the operating hours between charging cycles (charge every other day instead of daily).
My name is Robert Slone, I was born, raised, and educated in southern California. I hold a doctorate in electrical engineering (USC Los Angeles) and I work in the professional/commercial sound system industry. My employer builds and installs sound systems for theaters, stadiums, and other large venues. I design their largest audio amplifiers used in places like NFL stadiums, and large concert halls, as well as most newer movie theaters. My employer is located here in San Diego but our manufacturing facility is near Amarillo Texas.
I'm sure my personal situation wasn't unique. I wanted a relationship on my terms and my schedule which was a bit much to expect from anyone. I think I also wanted some companionship but it had to be on my schedule which would be a lot to expect of an actual person. People who know me personally say I am married to my job so I have little free time to devote to a human partner. This makes me an ideal owner of a Pleasurebot, I have a lot more money than spare time.
In the elevator I used my cell device to order a robo-taxi to the driveway in front of my condo building. Thirty minutes later we were almost to the mall. The robo-taxis always drive east on Market Street to 11th Avenue which turns into the 163 Highway, then we get off at Friar's Road and then you're just blocks from the mall, which is a 2-story outdoor place with empty storefronts. It's only like six miles from home but there's a lot of traffic between the mall and my home. The mall opened way back in 1969 A.D., that's 111 years ago.
The cab stopped by the valet parking kiosk by the mall entrance. We're here already? This whole thing is happening much faster than I was psyched up for. My mind had been wandering off during the trip.
Stepping from the taxi I walked across the area just outside the entrance. Fashion Valley Mall here in San Diego was the first in the western USA to open a Robco store. I had reservations at the Robco store to order my cyborg. In this economy they have lots of daily openings. Most people do the ordering part online because for some people it can be rather embarrassing. I'll explain why shortly.
The malls today are a trap, Fashion Valley Mall (IMO) is no exception. They employ lots of technology to track and manipulate your thinking. Before walking inside I put my device on 'airplane/privacy mode' to prevent them from tracking its signals. I wore my favorite glasses called Stealthspecs to hide my facial identity and block eye grabbing 'personalized' ads. I have nothing and everything to protect. I'm making a huge purchase today and I don't want anyone to know I have wealth. The augmented reality glasses blocked all ad signs, fixed or moving. Sign spinners at intersections looked like a blur with the augmented reality glasses on running AdBlockerVisual.
The glasses projected invisible UV light onto my face to ruin the mall cameras ability to use facial recognition to identify me and address me personally on their many life size animated signs. Of course I vote with my wallet and never shop here, but this is the only Robco store west of the Ohio River.
The Stealthspecs project fake nose and mouth corners and extra eyeballs on my forehead which breaks facial recognition systems. A new version coming to stores soon supposedly projects the image of a third leg since some recognition systems also use the way you walk to identify you.
I'm about to purchase the latest technology, some people call it cyborg, some call it mecha. The church calls them an abomination. These things are machine and human flesh inside, human skin and hair outside. These 'people' are not alive. They have no soul only a powerful computer. They have a tiny nuclear power plant inside which charges internal batteries and provides surge current since batteries aren't enough to maintain all functions during peak use, like running. They can eat, drink and salivate but must dump tanks after each meal. I hear it's something you never want to witness.
I saw on TV once that the large bones on humans are battery cases on cyborgs. The big bones of the thigh and upper arm hold battery packs, there is another one in the central torso beside the nuclear power plant.
The Robco store was on the 2nd level about half-way between Bloomingdale's and Lululemon. I walked for about five minutes before I saw the Robco logo (similar to Rosie the Robot) on the sign over the door. The store is about the same size as a large restaurant. It's divided into salesrooms, experience (party) rooms, and technology rooms where the cyborgs are serviced and stored. I'm destined for a salesroom today. The room I'd like to see is the locker room where they clean themselves after each party, they've got 12 young adults, male and female all showering and bathing together, but rarely speaking. I hear they dip themselves in a tank and stay submerged for something like 90 seconds in a solution similar to hydrogen peroxide and bleach, followed by a heavy rinse. And those cyborgs actually live at the store.
Behind the desk was a very handsome young man in a suit, perhaps 30 years old. In a place like this it always makes you wonder about the employees, but today it's considered rude to ask (in polite society). The custom (law actually) is to self-identify within a few minutes of constant conversation. Supposedly, all cyborgs are programmed to self-identify as Mecha within three minutes, `Just so you know... I'm a cyborg.'
I casually walked in their front door and up to the check-in desk. There was a small waiting area near the door and windows in the front of the store.
After scanning the Birth ID Chip (BIC) in my right forearm I was greeted by name then escorted to a salesroom. Inside the small room was a glass-top desk, two monitor screens, and two chairs. Each side of the desk had a monitor. The man from the front desk left but returned moments later handing me a tablet computer with an order form.
He said to press on the logo and the stylus would emerge and the tablet would power-on.
This is where I first really gave thought to what I wanted my cyborg to look like. The purpose of this visit was to customize my order, there were very personal questions I had to answer and a lot of them too. This was the first time in my life I actually documented my sexual desires and shared them with another person, sort of like a coming-out. This process had some huge privacy implications. My lawyer assured me this chain had the best record for protecting privacy. The only people who will actually see my list are programmers in Tokyo, but the printout won't have my name, just a segment of my BIC number. Back in the era of my grandparents they called their social security number but in the 2040s they ran out of numbers so they went from those nine digit numbers to the new BIC numbers which are 15 digits long.
On the very top I saw part of my BIC number (the last 9 digits) was already inserted but my name wasn't anywhere to be seen on the form. There was a stylus in the slot along the side which concealed itself when the pen was removed, nice feature.
Leaning back making myself comfortable I started working on the design form. I was going to design a young man bot to live with me for the next decade. Not only would he look like a young man, he would act like one too.
Male, late-adolescent 21 years old appearing, slender and mildly athletic.
Caucasian (50%)-Asian (50%) mix. I had to slide the thing halfway between Caucasian and Oriental.
Red lips, thicker, more Pacific Islander shape, the kind that are sort of turned out and larger.
Black hair, thick-straight, and black eyes under full wide eye brows and long eyelashes.
Ample shoulder muscles, slightly muscular shape in the chest, flat-smooth stomach, no washboard abs.
Two inch deep belly button with a smooth-wide bottom and sides.
Tight-firm legs but no big muscular thighs, slight pubes with no growth (ever) above the pubic patch.
(Note to readers: To see what the author imagined Kevin would look like (below the neck) do an internet image search for: Ricky Garcia shirtless.' And imagine his body with the face of a multi racial male teen from Southeast Asia. In the face Kevin has a strong resemblance to the American-Thai actor-singer called Nichkhun,' you can do an image search online for that name `Nichkhun' too.)
Penis four inches limp, seven hard. Nice rounded head, classic helmet shape, head same color as his lips and nipples. He'll be a semen shooter too, average orgasm of three spurts. He'll be able to salivate, pre-come, cry tears, and pee.
Flat red large diameter nipples, tiny teat in the middle, nipple flesh loose enough to lift up by gentle mouth suction. I clicked on two inch (5cm) diameter, relaxed areola size.
Weight, 130lbs, height 5' 9' (176cm). His legal name would be Kevin Slone. For a cover story I would tell people he was my nephew, his mother is my sister. Yes, I have a sister but we haven't spoken in ten years now. She lives in Long Beach, California.
We went through a body design program; it was sort of like describing a suspect to a police sketch artist. We started with the face shape and swiped sideways through blank faces to find the desired jaw line and face shape. Next, we went through chins, dozens of chins. After that came mouths and lips. Then it was noses, I bet I saw 130 noses and finally picked one. Then we added eyes and eyebrows, ears, and profile face shapes. We also added hair and neck appearance and they had one that was men's chest shapes. I asked if we could make sure his lowest ribs didn't stick out and he said we already set that. They actually had pages of belly buttons, just like eyebrows and nipples I scrolled to the side, page after page of belly buttons and picked my favorite. He told me the one I selected was typically on a female but I stuck with my selection. They didn't have the one I really wanted which would be nearly big enough to push my dick inside.
At any point we could go back and alter my selection of other face parts, it was actually kind of a neat process but it required you to have a good idea of what your bot will eventually look like. And the sales guy said it might take several months after delivery until it developed the actual characteristics I ordered.
We also went through probably 120 pairs of men's nipples seen from the side and the front. And it was the same process for belly buttons but they only had a selection of 40 to choose from. For tits they had oval ones and round ones, wide and small, flat and puffy, big nips and almost no visible nip at all. Most men were mostly made of areola and not actual nipple, but that was selectable on their software. He said they understood the DNA for the human flesh parts to make them grow exactly how I wanted.
There was a slider knob for general body hair. At the lowest setting he'd have as much hair as a typical male about two months after pubic hair first appeared above the penis, and at the maximum setting he'd be as furry as a goat. The slider went from zero to 100, I set it at 8 and clicked on SAVE. He said if I set it at zero he would never grow pubes, arm pit, facial, or leg hair. He said at 8 he'll need probably 2-3 haircuts a year and will never develop facial hair and will only develop a small/thin pubic patch.
I spent a total of about 90 minutes on the software but it said this was only part-1 of the design process.
At the bottom was the PURCHASE icon. I paused briefly considering the $59,000 price tag. Some of the extra cost of mine was for customization and rapid delivery. There were several cheaper models that you rented in the store or at a hotel, the generic factory designs. This store had about twenty of those. Just the thought of sharing a cyborg gave me the creeps, especially considering this model was well within my affordable range. I didn't go to college for ten years to be sharing a cyborg with some faceless mall pervert coming by for a quickie, no matter how well they got `sanitized for my protection.'
Let me tell you the Robco stores are a great place for a private party. They have rentable party rooms for things like a small wedding reception, graduation, football parties, or just a private celebration with friends. Wait staff, entertainment staff are all Cyborgs and you are free to grab them and even rape them, as long as you don't damage them. Some guys get together to watch college football on a projection screen and the drinks and food are included and the servers can all be naked. When you reserve the room you look through their folder and select which bots you want.
He showed me a color catalog of the cyborgs they had in the store for parties, they had large naked color photographs of each one, male and female. Some were very young, others were middle aged. They had one female who did child impersonations by wearing short dresses and her hair in pig tails, dressed to look like a child, and she wasn't very large either which helped the illusion. I think she was trying to appear like a grade school girl with small but fully developed breasts. I thought it was kind of sick, but it was legal since she was not alive. He told me she was booked months in advance for private parties where she posed as a small breasted naughty child waitress. I asked what her price was and he said $250 an hour, in one hour increments, up to 20 hours per day. Her name was Lisa and she had her own web page! He said every Robco store around the world has a Lisa or two.
Within 35 seconds of clicking on PURCHASE, my watch vibrated letting me know I had a message from the bank. The door opened, in came a different guy, in a pinstriped suit, smiling dark haired man about 45 years old.
He introduced himself as he took the seat on the other side of the desk. With a few clicks on the glass desktop (one of those polarized projected keyboards so nobody else but him could see) he logged into the computer. The monitor on my side lit-up to show a slowly rotating young man wearing white briefs, their idea of what I was ordering. Within seconds a video of my cyborg started playing. It depicted Kevin getting on a school bus and sitting with friends, then riding a bicycle on a suburban sidewalk, on a skateboard in a park making some trick moves on vertical ramps with his hair blowing behind him and his button down shirt wide open in the front. Then he was shown asleep in bed wearing only white briefs with a pile of dirty clothes on the floor - a game console paused nearby. Next I saw 'Kevin' in the school gymnasium locker room taking off his shorts and walking naked into a crowded shower area surrounded by his peers and quickly showering himself.
I saw Kevin trying to do history research in the school library, forehead on his palm as he read a boring European history text, the stylus falling from his hand as he struggled to stay awake. Lastly I saw him getting into a worn-used, 2070 Ford Falcon driving somewhere with this stereo blasting but mostly well behaved behind the wheel, elbow out the rolled-down window in the warm afternoon Los Angeles sun. I recognized the neighborhood since I went to college near downtown LA.
He drove to a small house, typical for southern California. Palm trees, one pine tree in the front yard. He entered the kitchen door, across the room, down the hallway to his room. Kevin dropped his backpack on a chair and dove onto the bed, plugged a cable into his toe, closed his eyes and became still. The video shot zoomed in on his foot where I saw two rows of tiny colored dots under his big toenail, each dot represented system status for his eight primary systems, all of them were green, and one was blinking.
Then it hit me, this really is a cyborg! Despite all the human behaviors and looks, he was a machine. But he was also sex appeal on two feet. I felt no guilt because sex with a cyborg of any age appearance is legal in North America. At this price I was going to indulge myself. And at this price I was going to be very specific about what I wanted. Something I didn't have time for in my home life was conflict or regret.
Next, we went over his detailed personality traits. I had to describe behaviors I wanted and didn't want to see.
I didn't want any arguments to become loud but we could discuss and disagree and change our minds and be flexible with each other.
Kevin cannot invite any friends over I did not pre-approve. Other cyborgs with him inside our home must be identified as such immediately.
Kevin was not to be a big risk taker, no sports aside from some skateboarding with gear on.
No religious preferences, no phobias, fast learner, forgiving, and most of all he was to be wanting sex daily and be slightly aggressive. He was to act as if casual nudity at home for either of us was to be the norm. And he should be as devoted to me as a good dog would be, willing to give his life to protect me or my relatives.
Theft proofing and privacy protection would be enabled, and he would not gain any weight or physically age much. He'd also arrive with a valid California driver's license, although I don't even own a car. And with that question my time on the computer based customization was complete. Some parts of it made me think it sounded like I was ordering a robo-dog instead of a humanoid robot. I also paid for a five year service package, just in case. There are parts of the PleasureBot that are nearly un-repairable. But he'll have access to their bot cleaning station anytime I'm in the mall and want him sanitized from head to toe. They'll also scan him electronically for any system faults. They'll fill parts that should be full and empty parts that should be empty.
Their CPU and memory are together in one cube because close proximity speeds memory recall time. The cube processor was the big breakthrough for data storage. It stores data on molecule size memory cells but they are stored in a dense carbon 3D matrix which means first the CPU writes memory in lines like writing on paper, once those are full it starts to write data on angled planes. The memory capacity on the cubes is so large it is impossible to measure although some people estimated it to be in the realm of 1TB x 10 to the 19th power. So he can recall everything he ever sees, feels, smells, tastes, or hears. If the CPU is damaged it cannot be replaced without replacing the memory but the memory cannot be copied, so a damaged cube is fatal to the personality and life experience of that PleasureBot. The cube is located within the skull of the bot.
With a handshake my order was accepted and already approved by my bank. Delivery date was in three weeks, delivered to this very store. On July first Kevin would be ready to come home, just in time for a long holiday weekend. I was planning on taking paid time off work when he arrives. The sales guy handed me a memory card with a summary of the cyborg I ordered.
We shook hands again at the office door. Out in the mall I was barely able to concentrate thinking how I was going to get this out of my mind between today and July 1st.
Walking past the mindless clothing and shoe stores my brain was racing, too bad real relationships with humans are never this easy. I am so delusional because even if they were I'd still mess them up.
I took a robo-taxi back home, took about fifteen minutes for it to arrive. While I was sitting at the taxi site I had to deal with one homeless woman who stunk like rotting flesh. I kept to myself, like I always do in public. If you don't see them they usually assume you're crazier than them and leave you alone. Once one homeless person acts like you aren't a mark the rest nearby see and avoid you. Sort of like zombies not attacking other zombies. This is the reason why I always dress in jeans when going to the mall, even to a place like Robco.
The taxis today are super ugly, they're like a clear plastic bubble. There is one curved bench seat and no driver, no steering wheel, and no brake pedal. If the cops need to take over one they all have a small metal door on the hood, under the hood is a small joystick and a red brake button, that's it! You climb inside, set your payment, and off it goes. There's no driver and only two doors with a decent trunk. If your taxi goes berserk you have to wait until it stops then open the door and step out or hit the red emergency stop button and then climb out.
Thirty five minutes later I was home and inserted the SD card into my computer to review my order. I could make some changes to my order for the next 48 hours. Kevin will be built in Tokyo, Japan and shipped air freight in a crate to North America with all the rest of that production bunch ordered in the western USA. Their offices and factory are in a glass and steel 14-story office tower in the Shinjuku City section of Tokyo, which is near the Ichigaya Bridge near downtown Tokyo, northwest of the ancient Imperial Palace. Like so many large companies in Tokyo they do not have a logo or sign on the building and access is strictly controlled by armed security.
I went to my room so I could access the system in that room, switched the monitor to project onto the ceiling, and then relaxed in bed wanking to the images of Kevin on his skateboard with the wind blowing his shirt wide open exposing his hairless stomach and chest while other young people made the same attempts. I set it to repeat just that segment over and over in super slow motion; I fell asleep just like that.
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Remember, this story is entirely fictional, none of it is real.