Kevin the Cyborg

Chapter 3. July 1st, 2080. K-Day!

The voices got closer, my heart was pounding, my hands were sweaty, drops of sweat ran down my sides, and I felt anxious. The footsteps came all the way to the lobby and stopped while I oddly pretended not to notice and stared out the window at the mall shoppers walking by.

Ever since I was a little kid I never believed I'd someday own an actual robot and (unlike flying cars) then it happened but I never thought the robot would look 100% human on the outside. Flesh on the outside never even crossed my mind after growing up seeing metal robots in the movies, like my all time favorite in the movie Forbidden Planet. A nearby voice snapped my out of my daydream.

"Mister Slone, I'd like to introduce you to your new cyborg Kevin Slone. Kevin, this is Robert Slone your new owner."

I stood up immediately and was quite surprised by how tall he was, barely an inch shorter than me. I was stunned by his presence. He looked 100% human. With a half-breed Japanese young man's face he spoke, "Mister Slone, I'm Kevin, your cyborg." There was a slight hint of an accent. His speech was very clear and well enunciated. He sounded well educated but not stuffy. His voice was deeper than I expected. The way he was dressed looked totally American, his Pink Floyd T-shirt spoke volumes, but I was sure it was selected based on some algorhythm, he probably had no idea who they were.

"Nice to meet you Kevin, please call me Rob." I replied trying not to choke on my tongue, stammer, or smile much.

"Rob it is, sir." He reached out to shake my hand making eye contact the whole time. We shook. His hand felt dry and coolish but not weird cool. He was wearing a navy blue `Dark Side of the Moon' t-shirt and denim jeans with black and lime green athletic shoes. He had a small plastic bag in his left hand and a slight grin on his face. He actually looked excited. The brochure said he picked out his first clothes, he picked them to make a good first impression on me.

I'm sure my hand shake to him felt like he shook the hand of a corpse just rescued from the bottom of a heated pool. I was too stunned to think straight so I decided to keep talk to a minimum for now.

I looked at all the people standing around, smiled and said, "Let's head out then." One of the employees handed my device back and I paused briefly to see if any of them had anything else to add, then I turned toward the door, Kevin was a few steps behind me. He followed without speaking. I wondered if he'd ever been outside before (this might be his first ever exposure to sunlight and blue sky). A couple of the employees patted Kevin on the shoulders; this was the first day of his life. I expected him to work as advertised while he was still learning how to walk.

One of the store employees asked me to stay and fill out a customer survey form, but I acted like I didn't hear her.

The Robco people watched from their store windows as we walked quickly toward the stairs, Kevin struggled to keep-up. I fumbled for my device, walking a bit slower now I managed to summon one with the all-taxi app. I noticed when I slowed down he was able to keep up with me, which was what I wanted, just like walking a dog on a leash. I usually walk fast in malls because malls make my skin crawl.

On the stairs going down to the ground floor I went slowly and he hung onto the railing and watched his shoes and every step he took as if he'd never been on stairs before. Maybe he hadn't.

"You in need of anything soon?" I asked and turned my head to glance over my shoulder at him.

"An overnight charge is all. I haven't charged since we left for the airport." I could hear some physical stress in his voice as he spoke, so I slowed a tiny bit more. I forgot he was still learning how to walk and I didn't want him to face-plant on the stairs.

"Wow, this is so weird!"

"What's weird, me?"

"No, it's a weird conversation to discuss charging to feel better is all, never anticipated talking about charging instead of going to a restaurant or a bar or something."

"We could do any of those." He spoke with a look of mildly excited agreement.

"You're not old enough to get into any bars soooo I think its best if we went home and you got charged. We have lots of things to talk about."

When we got to the ground floor and he seemed relieved, then at a slower pace we walked toward the taxi stop which was the same place as the valet parking kiosk.

I looked at my device again and saw a taxi was in the area and would be here in a few moments, we arrived about the same time as the taxi.

A robotaxi car arrived with green and black checkered flag paint job, I knew it was ours. We fit inside, he closed the door like he'd been doing it since he was a kid. This was amazing but I tried to keep a straight face. It was very interesting watching him problem solve and innovate in a totally foreign environment, where nearly everything around him was brand new.

After a few blocks Kevin spoke up saying, "Rob, what's that?"

He pointed to the dark brown vehicle in the next lane. "That's a UPS delivery truck, they transport packages to people's homes and businesses six days a week. The color is for increased visibility and brand recognition." He nodded but kept staring out the window. I assumed he never saw one in Tokyo. He was supposed to have an entire encyclopedia in his head, but I wondered why he asked something so fundamental. Maybe he hadn't downloaded the entire reference work yet. The letter U is kind of late in our alphabet, maybe he's only downloaded to the letter H. Maybe he hadn't downloaded his encyclopedia at all!

I heard him mumble as he stared out the window, "There's a lot of people here."

I asked how charged he was right now and he said 19% remaining, which was very low.

As kind of a test, I asked him about two things, one started with the letter U and the other with an M. "Kevin, have you ever heard about the USS Midway Museum?" He said no, but asked if it was some kind of golf course, so I said no, but it was very close to his new home. Then I told him it was a retired aircraft carrier, turned into a museum. Kevin told me he had no idea what I was talking about, he never heard of a ship being retired, he asked if it turned 65 years old. I laughed and said I'd explain it at home. It was obvious he had a lot of downloading yet to do.

On the six mile ride home I asked about downloading his education. He said he was still downloading middle school. After it's downloaded then it has to be viewed in chronological order, which takes time. So at night while he looks asleep he is actually attending class at a sped-up rate, like one full day of school every nine minutes. So education is first downloaded, then viewed. It takes time and he'll be hitting my home internet connection very hard for the next month or more. He honestly admitted he'll be in school every night for the rest of July, but over time more and more things will come online. Hopefully later this week he'll learn what an aircraft carrier is and what retirement means.

We got on the highway heading south until it ends and turns into Tenth Avenue. We take Tenth south to Market Street, then west to the waterfront where I live in a condo building across from the Seaport Village trolley station. We could have taken the trolley but his power was too low for that much walking and I didn't want to carry him home over my shoulder.

After twenty minutes the taxi came to a gentle stop in front of my condo building. I paid and we walked inside to the doorman.

"Jose, this is my nephew Kevin Slone, he's going to live with me while his mother undergoes cancer treatments. Kevin, this is Jose. Jose, Kevin." They smiled and shook hands. Kevin did a bow like he would have learned in Tokyo but never spoke. Kevin never contradicted what I said either. Then he had Jose speak his name slowly, twice so he could memorize it and repeat it back correctly. When he did that it sort of looked odd, but since he's my nephew it makes him seem more like me since I'd do the same thing when I meet strangers.

Jose had him scan his BIC into the building security system and took his photo. I specified what access he had by himself and any medical issues. I don't know if the doorman ever suspected he wasn't human. You can't tell really during a brief introduction. The quickest way is to run your fingertips over the top of their heads to feel for a USB port. The problem with doing that to Kevin is his hair is super thick, you might not feel the connector. At a distance if they're barefoot you can sometimes see the metal edges of their toe USB port reflect light. One trick at a large hotel pool is to see who is wearing swimming shoes, they are often the cyborgs.

In this year Cyborgs are still not too commonplace so I bet most people never wonder if everyone around them is human or not. Eventually it will happen when they might be in the majority.

I heard one joke about identifying cyborgs at the gym, it said nobody orders a cyborg with a tiny dick so the guys with the huge schlong are the cyborgs.

In the elevator I explained the need for the lies, he would surely hear more of them from me, and he should just play along. Kevin said it would be no problem, he understood the stigma problems with having a cross-generational pleasure robot in tow publicly.

I thought about correcting him but I am only like ten or eleven years older than he appears to be so technically we are not cross generational. Before the door opened I told him I was about 10 years older than him and that means we are not cross generational. He remained silent. I'm sure he thought to himself that we've only known each other for about 30 minutes and I'm already correcting him. I ordered him to look like 20 years old so my cover story was believable. I am not at all out at work or socially, and I don't speak or act gay at all in public.

We got off the elevator on the 21st floor, walked down the hallway to the right. At our door I held my wrist near the sensor and walked-in. He was stuck in the hallway briefly examining the sensor thing.

Just inside the foyer is a coat closet, then almost straight ahead is his bedroom door, so it was our first stop on the grand tour.

As we walked to his room I explained the Birth ID Chip (BIC) technology, he had one too, and he was registered in the State of California as a dependent of mine. We stopped near his bed and I showed him his two charging wires. Then I grasped his forearm and raised it to show him where everyone has a tiny BIC chip, we could still see the tiny white scar-dot when it was implanted. I told him his BIC might not unlock our hallway door until tomorrow. He never made any effort to yank his arm free of my grip, which was a good sign. In fact, I noticed when the doorman gently grasped his wrist he didn't struggle then either, which was a good sign. I told him he was injected with the BIC chip just before he was flown here because the US government requires them on all citizens.

He asked what the chip itself was and I told him it was an RF-ID implant that pings out a long serial number when pulsed by a specific magnetic field. Since cyborgs were legalized and appear human they created another category on birth records called Mecha. I was born with the designation Male-Human, but he was registered as Male-Mecha. That way he could have a legal government ID but not be confused with a human, since humans and cyborgs do not have the same rights. Cyborgs cannot vote but they can own property. Some financial institutions do not accept accounts with cyborgs.

Kevin didn't say much after entering his room. I showed him the network ID card in his closet on the wall and stressed he was not to share any of our passwords. I showed him the router for wifi in our home, I also showed him his main charging power supply under his bed. I told him he was to put a lot of importance on always being well charged. (I would soon learn that very few Robco cyborgs could manage their charge status. Several people in the online user group say it's because they're focused on us instead of themselves.) I showed him his clothes in the dresser and in the closet, but we didn't tour his bathroom.

He dropped his stuff on the bed then walked to the window staring at the (east) view as if he was photographing and memorizing each structure and the mountains. I left him standing silently at his window and went to the kitchen to nuke one of the deli-made one-person meals from the refrigerator. While it was heating I headed for my room to change into gym shorts and a tank top. I was so glad I didn't have to work anytime soon. I was sort of on-call in case any of our top dollar clients had a system problem our own techs couldn't resolve.

I heard the microwave go DING as I walked into the bathroom to take a quickie shower. I left the door open dropped my shorts and tank-top to the counter. Stepping into the shower I did a quick once-over, and shaved too.

When I was done I dried off and got dressed then walked back to the kitchen.

Much to my surprise Kevin was sitting at the kitchen table in his shorts only, reading a copy of a Japanese language Tokyo newspaper (The Mainichi), upside down. I glanced briefly at his upper body, he ignored me focusing on the paper.

"You know that's upside down?" I asked since I do read a little Japanese.

He looked up at me briefly as if examining and mapping my body like he did with the San Diego view out his bedroom window. With a smile he said, "I can read Japanese faster if it's upside down, but I don't know why. One of the other cyborgs at the factory told me to try it once and it worked!" Then he went back to reading. I sat at the other side of the table eating minding my own business.

A moment later while still reading the Tokyo newspaper Kevin mumbled that he felt most classic old Japanese characters seem to differentiate the most on the bottom, they're kind of like paper fans aimed downward, there's more data in the bottom so it seemed reasonable that reading from the bottom might speed up my comprehension, and it seemed to work. I didn't want to argue with him so I never replied, but what he said sort of made sense, but Japanese was his first language. I think it's copied into their memory before they're ever switched on. Japanese reads in vertical columns, top to bottom.

You notice in English our letters are somewhat similar, they open up toward the bottom (WAFHKXNMPY), so he thinks if you read them upside down it makes them faster to recognize. But I think he's talking about fractions of a second, which might be true for a computer brain.

"What are you eating Robert?"

"It's a Quickmeal from the deli across the street, it's slightly Italian, fettuccine noodles, and baked chicken breast slices with peas and Alfredo sauce. It's a compromise meal, too many carbs, too much fat, in exchange for lean meat and some veggies too."

"Yeah I know you humans struggle with nutrition." He offered without looking up from the paper.

"How'd you know that?" I asked trying to pick up a long noodle with the fork.

"I learned it, not sure where, it's always been there I guess." He replied.

I told him "In the United States we don't struggle to find food, we struggle to find real food, most of the crap sold in stores in synthetic trash. In the one department most people expect to find real food is where a lot of the synthetic crap is sold, what I call Sim-Food. It's the produce section of the store where all the worst crap is sold, its positioned and lit to make it look real."

I paused and apologized and told him this was an important subject to me, then I told him anyone can go to the store and buy a big flower pot and fill it with soil and plant some tomato and cucumber seeds and grow your own, compare those to the ones in the store. Each tomato ripens at its own pace, they never ripen all at the same time. In the store they sell so-called `tomatoes on the vine' and they're all exactly the same color, but that doesn't happen in nature, only in a factory. Grow your own and see it with your own eyes. Same with apples, real apples are never shiny, they have a dull flat surface. Shiny apples do not exist in nature. Cucumbers have a smooth feel, not sticky like they're covered with glue. Sticky weird cucumbers do not exist in nature but that's all they sell in the store, it's all fake. That's why half the population gets cancer and that's why we struggle with nutrition."

I knew it was an awkward rant, but it's an important topic to me. Then we had a few awkward moments of silence so I tried to continue our chat with him being the subject. I mean, he doesn't eat so why should he care about our food?

"How old are you?" I asked just to see what he'd say.

"Me? I'm 19."

"No, how physically old are you, how long have you been aware of your surroundings?"

"Eight days now, you?" He answered matter of factly glancing up at me briefly.

"Me? About thirty years."

He looked briefly at the ceiling and said, "eleven thousand," looking at me with a tiny grin.

"Huh?" I mumbled when he suddenly blurted out some weird number.

He looked at me, smiled and went back to reading the Tokyo Mainichi upside down. I slid the San Diego UT (Union-Times) across the table towards him. He seemed determined to finish reading the Tokyo paper. When he saw the local paper he moved his head over to look, I tapped my finger on the top line where it said San Diego Union-Tribune and told him this edge was the top. He grinned and chuckled slightly then went back to reading the first one.

In my mind I wondered if Kevin said to himself, `One hour after our first meeting and now he's being sarcastic and mildly insulting.' I guess I was just trying to be slightly funny, but for people like me it seldom works. This is the problem with being mildly autistic and super nerdy, you always say stupid shit that nobody else finds humorous.

I could only see the hair on top of his head now which was fine since every square inch of him was fantastic. I've always loved that thick Asian hair, but I also like anyone with thick black hair. It feels wonderful to push your fingers into and across their head. I guess if you're born and raised in a place where everyone has thick black hair it sort of loses its appeal.

"What's in the news in Tokyo?" I asked.

"Oh.... Gas prices, corruption trials for five Nagoya officials, unpopularity of the prime minister, the harbor needs dredging, no alerts for Godzilla in Tokyo Bay for the past sixty days, and another city in Fukushima Prefecture was cleared for residents to move back into their residences, full-time."

"Fukushima, that name sounds familiar."

"It was the site of a nuclear accident in 2011 when the plant was struck by tsunami waves and melted down and released a lot of radioactive material into the sea and the air. The entire plant was designed as if they were in denial about the history of large tsunami waves striking the coast, it was designed by an American company." Then Kevin added that when you read about the design features of the plant that lead to the power outage and the meltdowns it's obvious to even a kindergarten child that it was an extremely stupid design.

We sat in silence briefly while I ate and he read.

"Let me ask, do you need a computer or can you run programs inside yourself?"

"I could use a laptop, I cannot run programs inside me."

"Do you have any preferences?"

"I prefer Public-OS or some Linux variant, a 13 inch laptop would do if you wanted to." He said glancing briefly at me.

"We'll look online tomorrow. You can use the laptop in the living room till yours arrives. What about a phone?" He simply shrugged his shoulders and showed no interest, I knew he had nobody to call but me and we were likely to be glued together for the rest of this week in case he has a failure of some type.

"Thanks Rob." Is what he said after lowering his head to read the paper again.

"No problem, let me know if you need anything. See the sticky notes on the refrigerator door?"

He turned his head and set the Tokyo paper on the table on top of the local paper again.

"That's where you write anything you need, then I'll get it for you." I offered.

"Cool, thanks." Kevin said with a wink and a slight smile.

"You're welcome." But he never looked up. I watched his eyes scan the lines in the paper.

He got up from the table walking into the living room to study the view from the 21st floor looking toward the mountains to the east (almost the same view from his bedroom). I turned to look at him from behind. It looked weird to see a young man in my living room wearing blue brief underwear only, watching the skyline, not breathing much at all. His shape from behind looked wonderful. I turned to finish my dinner and hide my partial erection.

It was too bright outside to see the shape of his butt with him standing at the window.

Soon, Kevin came back on his own snatching the Post-It notepad off the refrigerator door, and a pen from the counter to add some things he needed to the list. I guessed that was what he was up to. After he was done, he slid the note my way. It was a strange list.

But at first he started writing in Japanese, so I told him please always use English, so he started a new note:

non-dairy powdered coffee creamer, non-sweetened.

water based, edible unflavored sex lube.

bottled saline.

ginger ale.

Starbucks House Blend ground coffee- fine grind.

I asked what this stuff was for if he doesn't eat.

"I don't make urine, the ginger ale and saline is mostly for simulated pee, and the coffee creamer, saline and water based lube is for making semen." He said he had a full load from the factory. Then he smiled at me.

I glanced at him, and then handed the list back to him. Kevin put it back on the door of the fridge.

I left him alone to finish his Tokyo newspaper and I went to the living room to check my email.

Several minutes later I heard him set down the newspaper and he walked in the living room to check on me. I asked him again about his shopping list: "What about the Starbucks?"

His answer surprised me, "I like the way it tastes, I tried it a few times in the Robco cafeteria." Then he went to his bedroom for something.

While he was gone I got up and located the charger for my old cell and plugged it in on the kitchen counter.

As I finished the last spoonful of Italian food Kevin returned to his side of the kitchen table. I pointed to the device on the counter and told him he should carry that with him and consider it his property from now on. Then I told him I wanted him on the charger for the rest of the day and also downloading his school videos. I'd been stressed out about plugging him in via his head port because of his very thick hair but he assured me it was easy once you learned the trick, how to part his hair with your fingertips.

With him talking me through the procedure I plugged him into both charging cords. As soon as the first one connected I saw several tiny colored lights come on under the toenail indicating status of charging and continuing to download all his base-line reference material. I'm sure our data connection would be busy all night. When the cord plugged into his head he closed his eyes and remained motionless after slipping into stand-by mode. Kevin was on top of the bed spread wearing only his underwear.

The cable going to his toe was easy to plug-in and did not cause him to shut down. I spent several seconds trying to part his hair after I located the port, finally it started to appear and then it took about 15 seconds to get all the hairs out of the way and then I plugged in the larger cable and he quickly became limp so I let him relax on his bed. I didn't want to cause a bald spot on top of his beautiful head by breaking off hairs around the port!

Just to test him out I slid my hand up and down his arm but he never responded. Next, I took his hand in mine and called his name but still no response, so I went to my room to read the cyborg manual. I pounded on the wall between our bedrooms (from my desk) but he never reacted.

Using the app on my device I checked his overall status. The display was arranged just like the tiny spots of light under his toenail, two rows of four tri-colored LEDs. There were lights for reactor status, battery condition, charge state, GI state, data transfer, processor, hard drives, and sensors. His charge state was yellow alternating red otherwise he was all green. Estimated charge time was seven hours. Data transfer rate was 1tb every fifteen minutes in both directions. He was really sucking down the data, who knows what he was downloading. I thought I heard him say he was currently downloading 7th grade, but he was in 6th grade classes but that school year was nearly done. I think he said he did 6th grade on the flight here from Japan.

I read more in the owner's manual, and configuration software. I fell asleep in bed with the laptop next to the pillow.

July 2nd, 2080.

I woke up around 5am and checked his status. Days ago I purchased a really neat cyborg management program for my computer where I can query and change settings on about any system in him. Last night I was reading about his different stand-by modes. This was not a Robco program, but third party software for any cyborg running his operating system, which is called: cyborg v.1.6. It was the first compact operating system that supported the cube processor and a self-aware intelligent computer.

There's one mode for just lying in bed charging. His environmental sensors still work enabling him to detect home break-ins or fires, earthquakes, floods, storms, and such. He can wake right up and be ready to respond to anything in one second. Next comes a mid-level stand-by mode more focused on charging and basic systems maintenance, he would wake up to moderate stimulation after a few seconds. Then comes low level standby which is very focused on charging and data transfer. He would not respond to anything except physical injury. If you plugged the standby mode chip in the port on his head he powers down like a corpse and would `sleep' through a fire or stampede. That mode is more for storage or repair situations, it's kind of like general anesthesia for humans in surgery.

If his battery gets too low, no matter what he's doing, he stops moving and lies down right there while his reactor charges his batteries back to a safe level, then goes into a higher stand-by status and his reactor turns down to a trickle charge. His reactor has to remain at a low level so he doesn't overheat inside. The thing that limits his reactor function is the air temperature around him and his core temp. The cooler he is the more the reactor can operate. His normal body temperature is around 93 degrees.

Just for fun I clicked on the lowest standby mode and clicked on the genitals software tab and turned on an erection and went to the next room to check on my investment.

I sat on the mattress beside his hip watching his groin but never saw an erection grow. So I went back to the manual to figure out what I did wrong.

I read the entire two page article about standby modes. They use the terms high, medium, and low to describe how much function he has during standby modes, there are actually four standby modes but the one is only achieved by inserting his USB module.

Using the computer in my bedroom I put him in mid-level, clicked on Erection, and then noticed I had to also click on EXECUTE and before I made it to his bed he was partially erect and growing.

Since he was not able to respond I pulled down the front of his boxers to examine it. His looked a lot like mine and it felt completely real. I leaned over and sniffed it, then slid my hand up and down the back side but he didn't respond to that either. I scooted further down by his knees and pressed my face in his crotch and gently pressed my nose against his balls and smelled his groin, you know everyone has their own crotch scent, Kevin had his own too. He sort of smelled like a typical young man, nothing unique or offensive.

Then I ran my hands across his chest to feel his skin and his nice red nips, very smooth and sexy. Down the front side I rubbed his stomach and bent down and slid my face side to side across his abdomen, I felt my nose tip drop down inside his belly button but it had no cheesy smell, just skin. His skin felt 100% human, although it's blended with some kind of synthetic. I pushed my fingertip inside his belly button and wiggled it around. I was able to insert my first finger all the way to the second knuckle, then I pulled it out and held it to my nose and checked for cheese but all I smelled was the same scent I got sniffing his nutsack or between his legs.

I finally succumbed to temptation and I took his rubbery head inside my mouth and licked it all around with my tongue and took it in as far as I could without gagging, it felt and tasted like a totally real dick and that made me very happy. It's been a long time since the last time I had dick in my mouth! Then I pulled off and slid his slimy wet head side to side across my lips and up along my nose and over my eyes and eyebrows and across my forehead then gently set it down, but it hovered above his lower belly since he was hard. He had a bit of a mushroom head thing, the flange at the base of his head was the widest part of his entire dick. I didn't recall seeing mushroom head as a design option on the order software but maybe I didn't examine the photos close enough, I mean there was some stranger dude right there watching me. Luckily, I love mushroom heads.

The manual said his flesh is designed to inhibit the growth of fungus and bacteria so his body odor should always be minimal at worst. It also said there is a standby mode under construction where I could put him in low level standby but still chat with him over the internet, so his brain would be awake but his body would be shut down to conserve battery power. On these cyborgs their brain chip never fully shuts down because it wouldn't know if you pushed the power button to turn it back on!

So what they do during standby modes is they shut down certain parts of the cyborg to reduce power consumption. Most living creatures on Earth are powered by an electro-chemical system, the same is true to the living tissues in a cyborg, but the driver for the life sustaining systems are electrical. He is powered by cyborg nutrient, oxygen, and water, but he does not digest solid food, even though he can chew, taste, smell, and swallow food. Within 12 hours he must vomit anything he takes in orally. And since there is no digestion that stuff begins to rot, so you don't want to be in the room when he dumps his tank into the toilet. After dumping he swishes water in his mouth and brushes his teeth.

He has several small storage containers inside his chest, they hold things like fluid to make tears, new blood cells, saline, ginger ale, etc. He takes them in orally and routes them to the specific storage place instead of his `stomach.'

I read in the newspaper that cyborgs prefer to ingest liquids instead of solid food because it's faster and less uncomfortable during tank dumping. So he'll seem more human in a bar instead of a restaurant. I already came up with some excuses if I take him out to eat and we run into someone I know and they ask him why he's seated at a restaurant table but not eating.

He just had dental surgery.

He just had his tonsils out.

He just ate before we came here, I came directly from work.

He has a sore throat.

We're sharing my dinner, he's done already.

He just took a med and cannot eat for another hour, so we're taking his dinner home.

I shut off his erection and disconnected from him and shut down my laptop but relaxed in bed for hours reading the manual on my e-reader. I think I fell asleep again.

One of the last things I considered was if my connection to Kevin went through Robco or not. That is something I needed to know because he'd be a witness to my most private times.

A few hours later I went back to check on Kevin and saw his charge status indicator under his toenail was no longer blinking red, now it was a steady amber color and still charging and he was downloading data like crazy. I knew he told me when he appeared to be asleep he was actually awake and attending school classes at something like x14 speed. He told me downloading his education was only part of the process, then he had to watch and participate in each day of classes, except it went by super fast. Once the things he learned in school were absorbed he re-stored them in regular memory and they became part of what he knows and the class recordings were deleted when he finished that school year. He said that when he's in school it seems like normal time, but compared to the real world it's moving at a fast rate. His seven hour school days felt like they took seven hours but they actually only took about 15 minutes.

After each day of class he had study hall to do his homework then the next school day started right away, so he never had time off, it was day after day of non-stop school.

Sitting on his bed watching him breathe I was struck by his beauty so I rubbed his body all over, from his shoulders, across his chest, and down his stomach. I also leaned over to closely examine the areas where he'll eventually shave to look for hair growth on his chin and sideburns but all I saw was some black peachfuzz near his ears, his chin and upper lip had no facial hair yet.

I read in the manual where he has a semi-synthetic blood that is red and carries nutrients, waste, oxygen, and a form of sugar-alcohol which cells convert to energy in the form of ATP, so his human cells operate exactly the same as if he was alive, except he isn't. The problem is he seems so totally human I know I'll have a hard time with how to treat him. Legally, he's just personal property, no different from owning a sofa or a box of crayons, but he talks, cries, laughs, understands humor and sarcasm, and he gets horny and feels joy, sorrow, pain, and has orgasms. Treating him like an employee might be hard since I'm very literal in how I see the world. He looks real so I'll probably treat him just like a real person, but I think it's something we'll need to discuss. It's possible they gave all the Pleasurebots a lack of desire for human rights and privacy.

I put him back in higher standby, but he was still plugged in by the head so that overrode my settings.

Something else I wanted to ask him was if he saw some kind of interface in addition to what his eyes see. Like does he see status alerts or other indicators when he's awake and doing stuff? In Windows it's called a Taskbar and is the home to icons, alerts, and a clock. I wonder if he saw something like that too.

My doctor says I don't get enough sleep, so when I take time off work I tend to spend a day or two mostly sleeping. Our bodies do a lot of maintenance work while we're asleep so it gives me a chance to get caught up on stuff. I slept a lot that day and slept all night while Kevin sat on the charge cables soaking up the amps and downloading school. I woke up the next morning around 8:15am because I forgot to set the alarm.

I am so accustomed to setting my alarm clock and double checking it, not doing it feels very wrong!

July 3rd 2080. Day three with the cyborg.

At 8:30am I woke to the sound of activity in the kitchen, my bedroom door was wide open. I climbed out of bed and stopped to pee and brush my teeth in my underwear then walked to the kitchen and saw Kevin at the kitchen table in his briefs reading the San Diego newspaper. I asked him what he did with the Tokyo newspaper and he said it was in the wastebasket so I showed him how to use the chipper under the counter.

The chipper is a modern day recycling machine. You feed stuff into it and it spins super fast and grinds whatever you feed it into tiny slivers, the size of grains of rice. It takes cans, bottles, glass and plastic, paper and cardboard, Styrofoam, pens and pencils, or even broken drinking glasses. You could feed it an old TV remote control or a big flashlight. You could feed it your finger and it will disappear quickly so you need to be careful what goes in the chipper. It could probably chip a large screw driver if you pushed it in very slowly. It will chip nearly anything that is less hard than it's hardened steel blade.

After it gets chipped it falls down into a large square wax-lined paper bag which we set out in the hallway once a week for trash day. It's about the same size as a regular grocery store brown paper bag, except these are heavily wax lined so they don't leak. We just seal the top shut, fold it over and leave it outside our hallway door and a machine comes by and picks them up.

The big complaint people have about it is if you get a huge box like the size for a 48 inch flat screen TV you have to cut it into strips to feed into the chipper. And if you have something that won't fit there is a fee to have it hauled away (like a dead microwave oven). For most appliances you always trade in the old one and they handle disposal. But there's always something around the house that needs special handling, like used cat litter, used motor oil, and old baby stuff (Stroller, crib, changing stand). Yes, even poopy diapers chip.

I asked Kevin about downloading. He said last night he finished downloading his third year of high school and as far as classes go he just started high school. I congratulated him on successfully completing middle school. When I said that he kind of rolled his eyes at me, like school so far was a no-brainer.

I asked what he was taking in school and he said, "World history, English, Spanish, Creative Writing, Phys Ed, and basic algebra."

"What are you doing in PE?"

"Uhh mostly soccer." He said the school has a pool but it was damaged in a recent earthquake so it's closed for the year. I asked what the name of the school was and he said, "Coachella Valley High School." And he went to Bobby Duke Middle School too, but he graduated yesterday.

I asked him what the videos looked like and he described them in more detail. "It looks like they wore a camera on their forehead, like one of those headband flashlights so you never see their face but over time you kind of get to know them based on what gets their attention. When they sit at a desk and get out paper or take a test their paper is covered over by a text screen and I type in my own answers which get graded just like real. So when they sit down I see his hands and arms, and his legs, I also see how he does in gym and we even see in the gym showers but there really ain't much to see. The showers are steamy and everything moves so fast there is very little visible nudity. Sometimes he'll have a friend come up and talk to him in the shower or at the lockers, I see him naked because he's close to the camera, otherwise not much else. I see it if someone bullies him too. The video starts when he gets off the bus and walks into school and it ends when he walks out after the last bell."

I told him we needed to walk to the deli today to buy more Quickmeals and he wanted an explanation what that meant so I simplified the story and explained it again. He was surprised to learn I rarely ever cooked food at home, but I had emergency food on hand.

Since we were on the subject of food I asked when he worked in the Robco cafeteria if he ever worked with food and he said no, he was strictly involved in cleaning. He said he sanitized every chair and table in that restaurant at least twice, every bolt head, corner, foot, leg, backrest, arm rest, etc. He used a bucket of hot soapy water and a big sponge while another cyborg used a hot water hose to rinse them off. They had a wet room that was like a big shower stall for cleaning large items so they brought in stacks of chairs on a cart and did them every day. He spent one entire day doing dishes but eventually was put on cleaning tables and chairs. He said they had a large indoor car wash for steam cleaning and scrubbing almost anything inside their factory building, including desks, tables, chairs, and hallway signs too.

Next I asked Kevin to describe what he sees, we decided it was best for him to sketch it on paper so I walked him to my room and showed him how to take sheets of blank paper out of the printer and where to find spare pens and pencils in my desk drawers, I had a whole plastic baggie full of company pens, pencils, and felt tip markers. I showed him the fountain pen and dip pen on my desk and asked him not to take them to other rooms. I also told him to never take pens off the plotter because they were super expensive.

So Kevin sketched how his vision looked, what he saw. He drew a 16:9 rectangular frame. It had solid black bars at the top and bottom but not on the sides. He saw a constant clock/calendar and what his system status was. If he got any alerts they popped up on the bottom task bar, and it also showed if any special routines were running, like Emergency Status, Critical Battery Status, system fault status, and some others, like internal temperature too high or low, CPU overload, g-force alert, and any chemical or waste alerts. He was curious to learn humans and animals saw nothing like that, and in fact our range of vision and hearing were rather limited. Kevin said in the bottom bar he saw eight dots of light that matched the eight under his toe nail, system status lights. He said after a while he kind of started learning to ignore them unless they're blinking.

Over time we had a rather interesting discussion about eye sight and resolution, same with hearing, taste, touch, smell. He said most of what humans call taste is actually smell but its nearly impossible to differentiate between the two. He said he has the same basic senses as a human, but he can see UV light, but his sense of balance is not localized like ours. When humans feel dizzy we feel it in our heads but when he feels dizzy he feels it across his entire body. And his body temperature is lower than ours so he is less bothered by temperature extremes.

I showed him everything in the kitchen and the food I stored at home: rice, dried beans, canned ham, fish, Spam, beef, and a variety of vegetables, jello, pickles, olives, fruit, pasta, pasta sauces, saltines, toilet paper, water, and some OTC meds. I showed him all the kitchen tools and appliances too.

Later that morning Kevin asked me some personal questions, he asked if I was gay and I told him yes, I was a masculine gay man. "I realized I was different when I was in about 3rd grade but I had no idea what it meant because I knew nothing about sex. But I realized at a fairly young age that the modern image of getting married and living with your wife in a small house with a white picket fence had no appeal to me whatsoever, I was fascinated with boys. To me girls had weird thoughts and were too sneaky and dishonest, boys are more literal, just like me."

I asked him if he was gay and his answer surprised me. He said "...his purpose was to serve me and if that meant he had to have sex with me then he was always ready, but if not that was okay too." He said he had no expectations about sex with humans but he was prepared to do whatever I wanted. Kevin literally said, "I don't care, I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want it."

So I asked him a hypothetical situation: You're shown two people your age, but they have their heads covered, you can only see them from the neck on down. You have to have sex with one of them, which one would you take, the male or female? His answer surprised me when he said neither of them. "If I couldn't get to know them first I wouldn't touch either one." He explained to him sex was personal, not like doing push-ups. He needed to feel something for them first, then he might decide which would go first, but it was based on emotional desire, not animal needs. I was tempted to ask if he felt desire for me but I was afraid to hear his answer.

I tried to talk to him about respect but he seemed to not understand the concept so I decided to wait until he was done with high school. I asked what school his school classes were filmed at and he said it was a public school near Palm Springs California. That was where he attended grade school, middle school, and now high school.

Kevin asked me if I had any significant medical history and I said no, nothing, but I was probably autistic. He said he'll read up on it. I told him it was a neurologic abnormality, probably caused by enlarged nerve ending synapses and some other structural differences. I told him my senses were way too loud, and I was mostly blind to body language, and I ate the same food day after day, and needed routines and sameness. But most of all I was Mister Literal, I saw the world around me as it literally appeared, to my brain there is no metaphor or innuendo. "So if there's something you need to tell me, just say it nicely and get to the point quickly otherwise I might not understand."

I asked him if he liked being a cyborg and if not what would be want to be. Kevin said he was too new to answer that question, so far its not as scary as he thought it might be, he heard a lot of stuff about America which has proven so far to be untrue. He said the Japanese sometimes have a great misunderstanding of American culture and our economic system called Capitalism. He said too many people put profit above human life, which seems self-defeating. He said he couldn't answer what else he wanted to be if not a cyborg, ask him again next year.

I kind of half expected to hear him say he would like to be a dog with his current brain and life experience. I really think he likes being held so he'd be a small lap dog and love every minute of it.

Then Kevin asked me if I had a bottle of cyborg nutrient and I said no, never heard of it. He said it's described in the manual, so I went to my room to search on the computer and found a note that they require a special daily nutrient solution, sort of like plant food for cyborgs. You buy it in a gallon bottle of concentrate and mix it with water and have him drink it when his GI storage tank is empty. He needs to drink about 30ml of concentrate mixed with 30ml of water once a day, every day. I got on my computer and ordered it from the Robco online store, two gallon bottles, overnight delivery. I asked if there was anything else needed right away and Kevin said no. So I clicked to finalize the order and sent a text message to the doorman that I was expecting a special delivery tomorrow morning. When the box arrives the doorman will text me or call if he gets no reply. If he has time he'll get someone to set the package against my door (but not on garbage pick-up day).

I changed the subject back to sex and asked him what he liked to do but Kevin said he's never had sex or even had time to try masturbating. I asked how if felt when someone gave him nice oral pleasure and all he had to do was lie back and enjoy the treatment. Kevin repeated what he just said, he's never had sex with anyone, ever, but he's ready to try. His comment made my dick start to get half-hard really fast. I told him I had no interest in restraints or punishment during sex. I said I loved to orgasm and I loved to have my dick sucked most of all (if it's done right). I assumed I'll eventually have to train him how to do it correctly.

So I asked him if he knows how to give oral sex and he said he watched a training film but that's different from actually doing it. I almost asked him to blow me right then but I got scared and didn't.

It was currently like 10:45am and I was hungry, I still needed to place a food order with the deli across the street and I wanted him to go with me because I wanted to introduce him to their boss, we decided to get dressed and go outside. On the opposite corner from our condo building was a large hotel tower, maybe 35 stories tall. Off the main lobby was a deli with a great selection of meals, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They also catered parties and deliver to your door.

Their Quickmeals were packaged to work perfectly with my microwave oven. The meals came in clear plant-plastic containers with barcode stickers on top. Once you were ready to heat one you removed the steam vent seals and slid it slowly inside the microwave oven. The oven had a laser that scanned across the entire opening and read the barcode labels on top of each container. The display on the oven beeped and said REMOVE, I opened the door and saw it was projecting a bold X on the top of one container which had to be removed, then I re-inserted the others and closed the door again and pressed START. Depending on your order it might stop and indicate another container to remove but each one was perfectly cooked and required no skill and just a basic understanding of English or Spanish.

I showed Kevin the Quickmeal menu and the items I liked, which were usually fettuccini noodles with chicken and alfredo sauce, another was spaghetti with meatballs and sauce and cheese. They also had a hoagie sandwich cut into four pieces which could be warmed or eaten cold, and two veggie meals made of sauteed vegetables with a tomato based sauce or a cheese based sauce. They had desserts and ice cream and cakes. They also had Quickmeals with American classics like meatloaf, mac and cheese, crustless pizza, salads, steak, BBQ pork ribs, burgers, hot dogs, and ham. I loved that place and never cooked any meals at home. Before they opened I was hitting the food trucks parked by the train station kind of hard or the deli counter at the grocery store.

I logged into my account online and showed Kevin how I order meals and selected ASAP for time frame for pick-up. It was just a series of click boxes but I had to make sure I got enough to cover me for today and tomorrow because I didn't want to be going there every day. They fit my entire order into a paper grocery sack and I easily carried it home and put everything in the refrigerator, unless I ordered ice cream. JK: sometimes the devil tricks me into buying ice cream too.

To get to the deli I go down to our lobby and out the lobby door and stand at the light then cross Kettner Boulevard, then walk a block and stand again and wait for the second light then cross Harbor Drive and enter the hotel lobby side entrance but take a hard right turn and go in the deli where they know my name. I told Kevin to follow my lead, but I had to hope he knew what that meant.

We walked across the hotel lobby and ahead was the sign which simply said HOT FOOD DELI. Through their doors we strolled and got in line. I told Kevin this was a chain store, these were all corporate owned but locally managed stores. The lady who ran this place was very nice and a great small business person, I rarely had an order messed up. My secret motive here was I thought this might be a great place for Kevin to eventually get a job once his education was finished. Most of their employees looked like young men from Mexico but I heard none of them were here illegally.

I got in line with Kevin close by my side. When I got to the cashier I told her I ordered online she looked up my cell number and said my order was almost ready, one more item to go. I ordered six meals and asked for it to go in one bag since we were on foot. We stepped off to the side and sat on a bench and watched the busy crew behind the counter. I asked Kevin for his thoughts seeing all these people in black and white uniforms and he said the business looked nice, very clean, but it looked extremely busy. I told them we shouldn't have come here during the lunch rush, and then I had to explain what that meant.

About ten minutes later the guy at the pick-up counter waved at me and we walked up to get my order.

He slid the bag to me but Kevin grabbed it and we walked to a nearby table and I asked him to let me carry the bag in case he fell on the way home. He chuckled and handed it over. We went out their sidewalk door and re-traced our route back to the condo. At the first light I tried to point out our windows from down on the street but our building is a huge mass of identical windows and balconies. He asked if I remembered to order the coffee and I said yes, it's in the bottom of the bag.

While we stood on the far corner looking way up at our building Kevin fell backwards and landed on his butt, I turned to look. He was sitting on the sidewalk shaking his head side to side and turned over and stood up, this time I reached down and held his elbow and we continued trying to tell which windows were ours, he said he'd tape a pair of white underwear across his window so we could find it. His comment made me laugh. Actually, the condo has a rule that nothing should come between their window covers and the glass so the building looks uniform on the outside, and our condo is one that doesn't have a balcony. That little concrete slab jacked up the price by ten thousand bucks, so for five thousand I got two bedrooms instead. We have windows that open a little instead.

Back in the kitchen we unloaded all the meal containers from the bag and at the bottom was a half pound package of ground coffee, he seemed thrilled to receive a gift! So I showed Kevin how to make himself a cup of coffee and the history of coffee going back to WW1. He took his mug once it was done dripping. I had a coffee machine for pre-ground coffee, it made one cup at a time. After his I dumped the puck and made one for myself. My machine also takes those little plastic cups of coffee. In the cabinet above the coffee machine I had cups and ground, but the nice thing about the cups is you can buy a variety box and try all different kinds from different parts of the world. Kevin told me in Japan most of their coffee comes from islands in the South Pacific. I told him most of ours comes from Central America and Colombia. He said he can taste the difference between Indonesia and Guatemala beans.

I stood by the counter leaning back against it and drank my cup and he stood close by doing the same thing. Then he turned so his back was against the counter and we stood very close side by side. Kevin softly commented: `This is nice.'

"Quite a change from working in a cafeteria in Tokyo?"

He laughed loudly and had a few drops of coffee come out his nose, and wiped his mouth with his hand and laughed again. Then he said, "Uh, yah, its nicer than working in the cafeteria, scrubbin tables in the car wash!" We both chuckled.

I asked if he minded if I ate in front of him and he gestured for me to do whatever I wanted so I grabbed a lunch meal from the refrigerator and pulled off one container and stuck the other three in the microwave oven and pressed the special start button since it was already configured. I decided to have cheesy shells and thick gooey-stringy white Mexican cheese with slices of hot dogs and small green peas. I added the extra spice pack which was mostly ground red pepper seeds and I always added salt and pepper. For dessert it came with something that resembled a Twinkie but inside it was soft serve vanilla ice cream. They actually make them at the deli, a hollow Twinkie cake. They keep the empty cakes in the refrigerator and when someone orders they hold it upside down under the soft serve nozzle and fill it with your choice of vanilla, strawberry, or chocolate ice cream. The trick is not to blow out the end of the cake when filling. The other trick is to get it home and into the freezer before it starts to melt.

I also introduced Kevin to a San Diego favorite, a small bottle of Cholula hot sauce, the red one with the round wooden ball cap on top. While my food was heating I asked him to go in his room and change into gym shorts so I could admire his body while I ate.

Two minutes later he returned in his red USC gym shorts, my lunch was done so we sat at the kitchen table and he watched me eat. I offered him bites but he declined and reminded me he needed nutrient, his last dose was in Japan, a few days ago. I asked if he was getting a warning indicator and he said not yet.

While I ate he honestly looked happy sitting there watching me pick up shells and cheese with a very large titanium spoon and chewing my food and swallowing. I kept glancing at his sexy chest wishing I could somehow eat and lick his tits at the same time. I always had a fantasy about having a young man over and using his firm hairless stomach as a dinner plate.

Kevin commented that after watching humans in the cafeteria and here now he noticed one difference. I asked what he noticed, and he said most people eat solid food with a fork and knife or chopsticks, but you eat everything with a spoon, why's that?

"I think its an autism thing but I can't offer an explanation other than I've always been this way. Gay man, prefers to eat with a spoon." He chuckled at me and took the last sip of his coffee then rinsed it in the sink.

After lunch I showed him how the chipper worked. I lifted the 6" round metal door cover and slowly fed the plastic food containers inside and once the chipper grabbed them they got pulled in the rest of the way. Then I took one section of yesterday's newspaper and rolled it up and fed it in the chipper too. He asked and I said yes, it would chip my titanium spoons too but they're too expensive to do that, we wash them and re-use them. I assumed he knew that but maybe he didn't. I suggested maybe he should go to bed and work on more schooling and charge himself, so that's what he did.

I went with him so I could do the actual plugging, first I did his toe cable and watched the indicators come on and checked the colors. I asked him if I could rub his body while he was asleep and he smiled and said he'd like that. When he plugged in he told me his charge state was 89% so we decided to only use the toe cord.

I could see on his lights he was downloading like crazy and charging too. While I was seated beside him on the mattress he told me if I was rubbing his body while he was in standby mode he knew he'd be safe. I thought that was a very sweet thing to say.

After my kitchen clean-up I went in his room and sat beside him and watched him breathe, and noticed how much slower he breathed since he wasn't talking. They also exchange air to help cool their body and to dump trace amounts of acid gas from their nuclear reactor when it runs, since he was plugged-in there was almost no need for his reactor to run so it throttles down to just above 2% output. He told me his reactor never shuts down 100% because it would be difficult to restart. I asked him how large it was and he said about the size of a softball.

Again, I lowered the bed sheet and ran my palm across his smooth body, his stomach and chest and down to his groin where I gave his dick a gentle rub, but he was limp (wiggly). It was weird to sit there and watch him peacefully asleep while mentally on the inside he was a kid in high school. Based on what he told me he was finishing one full day of school roughly every three minutes. I leaned over and gently pressed my face into his tummy and rubbed side to side and enjoyed his silky soft warm flesh.

I went to my room and took a nap too.

Later that day he came in my room (4pm) and woke me by gently holding my hand. I asked if he needed anything and he said just nutrient stuff. I told him we could go to the Robco store right now but he said it wasn't critically low yet but now he was getting an indicator showing he was low on two electrolytes: potassium and sodium.

He offered to go alone but I said, "They specifically said not to do that during calibration." He said he'd be okay but I could tell it was heavy on his mind so we got dressed and took the train to Fashion Valley Mall and bought one gallon of concentrate at the Robco store. Kevin said there were other stores that sold cyborg nutrient then recited a list. But we were already almost there on the train. I think Kevin was surprised by the extent to which I was willing to go to help him.

In the Robco store they did not recognize Kevin. I purchased the gallon bottle and we left for the train platform. I wanted to walk with him holding hands but it seemed premature. When you're in the Robco store you're in the northeast corner of the mall, the train station is in the far southwest corner, but it was nice out so we walked like two friends with our bag and strolled to the train platform. He got out his paper ticket and when the next car running in the opposite direction came to a stop I swiped my pass, he used his ticket and we sat side by side in a back corner of the front car.

He thanked me several times on the way home, I told him that was how we treated each other in my family, which he was part of now. We sat on a bench seat in the back of the car holding hands all the way home. He was looking out the window at all the scenery and I moved his hand and set it on my thigh and rubbed his palm with my fingers but he didn't react at all, just stared out the window with a mild smile on his face.

On the way home he commented, "It's amazing, so many humans and never a duplicate." I told him that below the neck we were much more common looking than in the face. After a while looking at porn you get to the point where you can guess what most people on the street look like based on their faces. I told him there is a connection between facial features and the rest of the body. I told Kevin that I had a theory that the shape of someone's eyes was kind of like a summary of what their body looked like once you learned how to read them.

He told me when he was at the factory they showed his class a Japanese educational porno film as part of their sex-education program, it was really weird. I told him I'd like to hear about what he saw.

When the train left the Little Italy Station our stop was next so we got up by the door, I held onto the railings and the bag and he held onto my other arm rather tightly and we stepped off. He spun around to closely examine the ground where the train floor ends and the concrete platform starts, I think he was frightened by the three inch gap. I gently pulled his hand and he spun back around and we walked close side by side, occasionally bouncing into each other. We crossed Kettner and then entered our building and checked the mail box. After a quick elevator ride he used his BIC to open the hallway door. I only got one key for our mailbox so Kevin doesn't have one yet.

Inside I took the bottle of nutrient to the kitchen and read the brochure and mixed one shot glass using the tiny plastic measuring cup and filtered water. I handed him the cup and he drank the fluid and smiled and thanked me again, he almost looked like he was getting emotional about it, so I held out my hands and he set the shot glass on the counter and stepped into me. Kevin turned his head sideways and lowered it to rest on my shoulder, I kept my arms around him for about five minutes. It was so nice rubbing my fingers up his back and into his thick black hair. I even buried my nose in the top of his head and sniffed him. I was curious to see if he'll remember to get into shorts without being asked. He seemed to really like being held like a tall child.

Then he did something strange, he stepped back from me and slowly rotated all the way around then stepped back into me and rested his head on my shoulder again. I embraced him again in my arms and we never spoke but he seemed to enjoy being held in a loving embrace. He repeated what he mumbled moments ago, "This is nice, I like it when you hold me." I turned my head and kissed the top of his head and kept him in my arms.

I bet we stood there leaned against the counter for nearly ten minutes. Kevin told me the indicators for low electrolytes just went off, all systems were green. Then he thanked me again for taking the time to get him the nutrient even though we had two coming by express delivery tomorrow. I leaned my head over and put another tiny kiss on the top of his head.

Kevin pulled away a little and turned half-way around and leaned his back against me and after a couple seconds I put my arms around him again but he grabbed one of my hands and put my palm under his shirt directly over his belly button and then kind of held it firmly against his flesh. After several minutes I whispered to him, "Why don't you go get changed into clothes for at home. He mumbled okay, I dropped my arms and I watched him walk across the kitchen and out the far hallway door.

I heard his dresser drawers open and close then after a couple minutes he returned wearing his red USC gym shorts only. I smiled and asked him join me on the living room sofa to check the sports channels for a replay of the last Padre's game. Kevin sat very close beside me, so I leaned one arm over his shoulder and reached down and gently tweaked his right nipple.

I finally found which channel had the game and while I was explaining to him how to read the scoreboard, he asked me if I had an erection. I told him playing with his tit turned me on so he suggested I should get in shorts too, then he reminded me it was house rules. When I came back he was in the middle of the sofa, I sat at one end and he lay down on his side with his head on my lap. I reached one hand over so I could continue tweaking (gently rubbing and gently squeezing) his tit with my finger tips. He moved one hand over to rest his head on his hand with his fingers on my crotch which slowly made me get fully hard. Eventually I had to reach down and adjust myself so it was straighter and nearly sticking out along side my thigh. Kevin slid his hand part way up my shorts and held it and sort of gently rubbed my head. It wasn't too long after that when I started producing drops of pre-come.

About twenty minutes later I was still gently tweaking his right nipple and he held up his right hand. His fingers were all stringy with pre-come. I told him to taste it so he licked his fingers like he was in a TV commercial for the Colonel's fried chicken.

He said it tasted salty. I asked if he wanted more and he smiled and said yes, so I wiggled down more and he rested his head on my stomach and took my head between his lips and started sipping it directly, but man can only take so much of that before it becomes necessary to orgasm.

I muted the TV and remembered to ask him about the porn they showed them in Japan that was supposed to be `human reproduction training for cyborgs.'

He started talking and went on for a while but the story he told was both erotic and strange. He said Robco tries to educate all cyborgs about basic sex before they leave the factory. They sit in a small meeting room and watch a half hour video on a large screen and are allowed to ask questions during and after. This is what Kevin told me as best as I can recall. Unlike a cyborg my brain does not record and store everything I see.

"It looked like some kind of old fashioned training video, like it was educational not sexual, that's part of what made it weird. It was professionally shot in a studio but with very little sound. On the stage was a raised platform like a bed without sheets. There were four young adults, like in their early 20s, all Japanese looking, two men, two women, and none of them was attractive and they all had lots of long pubic hairs."

"It looked like a government educational film shown to all 6th graders in the 1960s in Japan public schools, how to have sex. It briefly showed practically every basic thing you needed to know. I could tell by watching it was originally shot on film, not video tape. It was filmed in a studio, with a solid colored background, the bed, and four young adults standing in a row at the foot of the bed, naked. After it started one of the women got on her back on the bed and then one of the guys walked over and got on his knees between her legs, he was semi-erect and kind of big too I might add. She reached down and pulled her knees up toward her chest. He moved in closer and used his hand to gently rub her opening then he took his now erect penis and slid it up and down and entered her and gently pushed all the way inside, then stopped. She was on her back with her eyes closed, just lying there doing nothing. They showed her parts up close so we could see exactly how he penetrated her and what her parts looked like."

"Then he moved over her like push-up position and started gently humping her. She let go of her legs and her feet slowly came back down to rest on the bed. He slid his dick in and out or her vagina, several seconds later he started moving a little faster and harder, her entire body moved each time he pushed inward. He did that for maybe one minute then he suddenly straightened upright and pulled out of her and this long string of semen shot out of his penis, like a four foot piece of thick white yarn, it splashed down across her entire body and beyond her shoulder and onto the floor. He took his place with the other two while semen was still squirting out of his penis, it was an amazing show. He shot long strings onto the floor, I think I counted five times. Then he stood there and dripped for nearly a minute as his erection slowly sank down. The other couple just stood there watching as semen shot out of his penis and went all over the floor."

"After that show the lady on the bed rolled over and got up on her hands and knees and the other guy got on his knees behind her (he got hard watching the first guy come on the floor) and he also gently slid his head up and down and entered her and started fucking her from behind, but he stopped soon and quickly got off the bed and took his place in line beside the bed then semen started dripping from his penis too but it didn't shoot out, it just dribbled onto the floor with the other two people watching. Like the first guy the camera zoomed-in on his body as he dripped."

Kevin paused and as a joke he told me he felt sorry for the person who had to mop up all that semen after the film crew left.

"Each time they put a caption on the screen to say what they were doing, what it was commonly called. Next, the other woman got on the bed, while the first lady got down on her back again. The two were side by side and the second lady gently caressed her body and they kissed briefly, I could see tongues moving inside each other's mouths, it was very erotic. The lady on her side caressed the first woman's breasts and nipples and down to her stomach then finally she reached down and masturbated the first lady with two fingers, and they showed a close-up of how and where it was done. The lady soon had an orgasm and twitched her entire body and it was almost comical to watch how she flopped around just before she came. During her orgasm the second lady leaned over and nursed on her nipple briefly, which seemed to increase the pleasure of the first lady."

"Next both women left the stage and the two men started. The second guy got on his back and spread his legs apart while the first guy got on his knees and took the second man's now erect penis and wrapped his hand around it and slid up and down. Then he stopped and lowered his face and took the penis in his mouth and started to massage the erection inside his mouth. They showed a diagram what it would look like, how his erection was positioned inside the guy's mouth between the tongue and roof of the mouth, it even carefully showed to keep teeth away from the shaft of the penis, it was very important."

"Then the oral sex stopped and it showed the guy on top kind of crawled over the first guy and they got into reverse position and briefly demonstrated oral sex again, then heading the same way they kissed the same as the two women. Then he leaned over and licked his nipples and sucked on one of his tits, then down to his crotch and took his erect penis in hand and they showed a close up diagram of all the most sensitive parts of the penis and how to best masturbate another man's erection. They showed the grip and specific parts of the his erection in detail with names of different parts. They also showed both men stroking their own penises so show the differences."

"He started stroking him and after maybe 30 seconds the second guy had another orgasm but it only squirted out one time and landed on his stomach, the rest kind of dribbled onto his stomach but it was a lot of fluid, it completely filled his belly button and started running down his sides onto the bed. And that was pretty much the end of the video."

Then Kevin said he wanted to see the credits because he wanted to meet the guy that had that really big orgasm, but it never showed their names. I laughed at his comment. Then he asked me if I did that too but I said I was probably more like the 2nd man, but once in a while I'll shoot one line of semen maybe a couple feet, but it's rare.

By the time he was finished narrating the video replay in his head I was fully hard and leaking bad. I told Kevin (again) that receiving oral sex was my most favorite thing and asked him if he would do it to me and Kevin said yes, and asked if we wanted to do it here or in bed like on those videos. I asked him if he had a preference and he said for the first time maybe in bed. So we went to my room and took off our shorts. I got in bed after pulling off all the bedding, just two pillows and the bottom sheet. I got on my back with my legs wide apart and he got on his knees, both of us were fully erect. He got up close, bent over and took mine inside his mouth and started moving his head up and down.

I kind of raised up on my elbows so I could watch, but mostly what I saw was the top of his head as he slid slowly up and down. He seemed to be doing it correctly which amazed me for a first timer, but he wasn't moving fast and he only used one hand to keep me aimed directly into his mouth, he kind of gripped my nuts and shaft and the other hand was on my thigh. It didn't take long and I started to get that `coming soon' feeling in my groin so I warned him, "If you keep going exactly like that I'll come soon." But he never broke his stride and kept working it. When I felt it build in my groin I started to moan and flex my leg muscles, then I grunted with each spurt inside his mouth, I felt it come five times in his mouth, and when I started to come he stopped moving. I saw some semen leak out of his mouth and ooze down the sides of my dick and cover his hand, it looked like a LOT of semen, but it was a special occasion. I immediately felt thirsty too.

When my orgasm subsided he gently pulled off and raised up on his knees with a broad smile and looked at me. He had two strings of semen swaying from his chin, a smear of white goo on his nose, and even more was smeared around his chin and both lips, his face was a gooey mess, but it looked wonderful. His smile looked very happy and very satisfied. It was one of the strongest orgasms I had in my entire life. When his lips parted as he smiled I saw more semen leaking out of his mouth and down to his chin, it dripped off his chin and landed on my bed.

I wished I had a camera handy because the way he looked was priceless, but I whispered to him to come to me, so he finally let go of my erection (still pointed at the ceiling) and he slowly lay on top of me and we deep tongue kissed for probably ten minutes. I got quite a bit of semen back in my mouth, plus now it was also smeared all over my face too, which was wonderful.

I think it was in that moment that I started to fall in love with Kevin.

We stayed in that position with our tongues in each other's mouths, his naked body pressed against mine, our erect dicks sandwiched between our stomachs, my hands on his body. One hand was in his thick hair and the other was down holding onto his butt cheek with my finger tips down in his crack. I didn't want this moment to end, but all that semen started to get uncomfortably cold.

He pulled his mouth off mine and we had some strings of semen stuck to our faces that still joined us, which was funny. I guess he never swallowed any of it. Just inches between our noses we stared into each other's eyes briefly then I began to roll us off the bed to our feet. I reached down and grabbed his erection and pulled him to my bathroom, got out two towels, and then into the shower where I scrubbed his body from head to toe. I even brushed his teeth and used my electric to remove the black peachfuzz on his side burns. I cleaned his ears and literally hand washed every inch of his body.

We got out of the shower and I hand dried him and we got our gym shorts off the bedroom floor and pulled them on, and made my bed.

I thought to myself "Hallelujah! The boy likes to kiss and he's good at it."

Back in the living room I asked him if he needed to come and he said yes, so I kind of slouched down on the sofa and he got on his knees astride my thighs and pushed down the front of his shorts and out popped his fully erect seven inch boner (about one inch longer than mine). It hovered right above my lower abdomen. He started stroking and warned me it wouldn't take long.

I think he stroked his rod for about half a minute and then he closed his eyes and groaned softly then semen spurt out and landed on my stomach and chest. He let go once he started to come and we watched his erection throb and bounce on its own as he orgasmed right in front of my face. After the last spurt he dripped for several seconds and it all ended up on my stomach.

He finally opened his eyes and looked down at me and the gooey mess he made on me and he chuckled and with a very relaxed smile he backed off the sofa and went to the kitchen for some paper towels, he carefully cleaned up his mess but had little to say, other than `Wow, that was a lot, my first time!'

After he was done we got back in our starting position with him on his side, stretched out across the sofa and his head on my lap, we watched the last inning of the Padre's game then decided to go out for a walk.

We went to our rooms and got dressed for the cool temperatures outside in the late afternoon, the sun was going down but the sky was still bright blue. The TV said it was 63 degrees at the airport. In the kitchen Kevin asked about the radio looking thing on top of the refrigerator. It had a telescoping antenna but looked kind of like a smoke detector.

I told him it was a state earthquake and tsunami alarm but its turned off after two recent false alarms. I told him when we get an earthquake you don't need an alarm to tell you that's why everything is moving. I told him if he wanted we could evacuate, the elevators shut down right away but we could take the stairs, its 21 floors to the lobby, that's a lot of turning and you get dizzy, I've seen people puking in the stairwell because of all the spinning. I said we're kind of surrounded by tall buildings so the best place to go is either the train station or near the harbor, but if there's a tsunami too then we'll be some of the first to die. Really, if San Diego got hit by a big wave we're all fucked. I told him the safest place to be is inside our apartment. This condo has survived a lot of earthquakes over five decades. Kevin looked freaked out when I said that, then he smiled and told me Tokyo has an entirely different attitude toward earthquakes and evacuation.

So I told him they have to because they get invaded by Godzilla, but North America doesn't have sea monsters, only elected ones! Kevin laughed and said he loved how the Japanese talk about Godzilla as if he was real sometimes. I suggested he may be a metaphor for something evil lurking inside all Japanese men. He said he didn't know but he'd love to watch every Godzilla movie ever made.

"I'd love to do that with you as long as you agreed to do it with no clothes on."

Kevin laughed and said I can have his body anytime I wanted, he'd come for me every day. I told him I'd come for him too, it was my ultimate personal gift. He stood up, stepped closer, leaned over, and kissed me on the mouth then sat back down. He mumbled that the stuff he uses to make semen isn't here yet so we had to be careful not to run out before then. I laughed and said my semen was not in unlimited supply either. He asked how many times a day I can orgasm and I said maybe seven. I asked him how many times he can orgasm with full tanks and he said probably twenty times, but he could go higher if I programmed a smaller orgasm amount into his settings.

I asked if he can edit his own settings and he said only a few but orgasms was set by the primary user (me). He said he experiences something like a brief cocaine high each time he orgasms, like a brief gush of strong pleasure and happiness. I asked if he had a prostate gland and he said no, and no bladder either but he did have a small liquid waste storage tank. But anything he takes in orally comes back out the same way it went in.

"Can you drink a beer with me?" I asked.

"Yes, but I'd eventually have to dump it back out into the toilet, so its kind of a waste of money."

I asked if he was affected by alcohol and he said very slightly, but I can enable a feature that makes him act drunk or high, read about it in the manual. It's used by cyborgs at parties. He said the best way to work that was to create an icon on my cell device to enable or disable intoxication mode.

We left the building and walked north on Kettner to Ash, then over by the harbor and up to the look at the old iron hull ship The Star of India which is parked there most of the year. We didn't go inside any of the ships but there is a lot to look at with the HMS Surprise and The Star. It was dark out by the time we got there, then back south along the water front. We walked holding hands and it was a very romantic time. We walked out on the pier beside the USS Midway but never went inside. We sat on a bench and kind of people watched tourists come and go from the Midway. Now Kevin understands what an aircraft carrier is, but I told him that just like battleships, the aircraft carrier is mostly obsolete now too. There are almost no military planes in use today with seats for a pilot. And with no humans on board all the human life support stuff is also gone which makes them all much smaller, faster, cheaper, and more lethal. I told him the pilots stay on the ground in underground bunkers and the planes are controlled by satellite.

By the time we got back to our home in the sky I was hungry, thirsty, and getting tired too. It was 9pm when we got back to our rooms and back in our shorts.

I gotta say that our long walk down the waterfront holding hands was one of the finest moments of my life so far. We didn't talk a lot, I think Kevin was taking it all in, he is relatively new to planet Earth so he has a lot to learn. At night San Diego is a beautiful city but you can't go anywhere you like, some parts are unsafe, especially at night, especially within half a mile of any of the homeless men's shelters. I was glad when the city closed the one in the Gaslamp District, most of the homeless addicts kind of disappeared from sidewalks downtown. I think they all went up to Los Angeles.

As I got ready for bed I realized we needed a charger in my bedroom too, so I'll order a couple in the morning.

---- Thursday July 4th 2080.

I woke up around 8am to pee and got out of bed and remembered we needed more wall outlet chargers, so I got online in my room and ordered two chargers with long cords from the Robco store with 2nd day delivery by UPS.

I stuck my head briefly in Kevin's bedroom and saw he was still `lights out' and plugged in by the toe, the LEDs said he was downloading rapidly and I was certain he was currently in high school classes.

While I was up I grabbed my e-reader and got back in my bed to find the section about intoxication. The manual is divided into sections but even the manual cannot account for their individuality, each one is a different creature. In that way cyborgs are a lot like dogs in that personality has a major influence over how each one performs. When I ordered Kevin I slid the personality adjuster way up to make him more quirky and different. I hope I don't end up regretting that.

But power consumption and charging are a major issue for these cyborgs and the manual said it was best to make the cyborg responsible for his own charge status. It said early on they tended to be somewhat careless about charging and they might be seen in public asleep on the sidewalk because they let themselves run down far enough to go into emergency shutdown mode.

It is common for people with new cyborgs to require them to carry a cell phone when they travel around on their own. It said police and EMS are well trained to identify this situation and what they should do is get the cyborg inside a taxi and send them home instead of wasting ambulance resources on a non-human electrical problem caused by carelessness. Some cyborg owners pay for a tracking service and might use something like an ankle bracelet or even an implanted satellite tracking transponder so they can be monitored at home on a computer screen. When carrying a smartphone the cyborg can link themselves to the cell so the owner can monitor their telemetry and location remotely. But that uses more battery power.

I have seen local stores claiming to sell and implant tracking devices. Its becoming popular for people to get them put in their children. The difference in price is in performance if the person being monitored was inside a thick concrete building or in a basement, the higher priced implants were more likely to be trackable inside a bank or an underground parking garage compared to the cheaper ones.

Last night on our walk around the neighborhood I saw a storefront a few blocks down Kettner that had a sign in the window, they sold and implanted tracking devices. You pay for the device itself, you pay for the implant procedure, and subscribe to the tracking service. Most download their app and use a smartphone to track someone (dog, cat, child, spouse, parent). They also sell trackers for vehicles and personal property, like a skateboard, bicycle, wallet, or any other valuable item. They are almost impossible to remove from inside a living creature after being implanted for a couple months. But they can be destroyed by using powerful ultrasound waves beamed at the chip from outside the body. And I'll state the obvious, if you put a tracker in your son he could also be tracked by any hacker, sophisticated criminal, or corrupt official.

Much to my surprise Kevin did not emerge from his room until nearly 10am, he said he made great progress in school, he was now in his sophomore year and maintaining a 3.9GPA.

I'd already eaten and cleaned-up so when he shuffled out of his room in shorts I made him a cup of coffee! He sat down and read yesterday's newspaper. Our papers are delivered to our hallway door by a machine that runs down each floor dropping papers at each subscriber's door. One machine does all the high rise buildings in the neighborhood. The papers are tightly rolled and slid inside a soy-plastic bag and dropped against the door. It takes them about half an hour after being removed from the wrapper until they lie flat on the table. I think cyborgs believe if they are not paying for the subscription they should never be the first one to read the paper, which is why Kevin's always reading yesterday's news. That also means he has to roll it up and feed it in to the chipper.

I told him tonight was the fireworks show, we can use the patio on the roof of our building to watch the ones out on Coronado Island, from the big hotel.

"What hotel?"

"There's a big old hotel out on the island, its about two miles straight south of here, they put on a fireworks show, one of the best shows in San Diego. There's a little sound sync problem due to the distance but the main show is visual, it'll be fine. I think you'll like it."

"I've never seen live fireworks before."

"Yes, I can see why, you're only a couple weeks old!"

Kevin glanced at me as if I was insulting him again, but it was the truth. I know no video on a computer screen can do justice to watching a life fireworks show. I asked him if he'd prefer to drive over to the island to watch the show much closer and he said he didn't have a preference, he just wanted to spend time with me.

After newspapers and coffee we went to the living room and checked out the sports channels, the spring football league was having their championship game this afternoon in Saint Louis, it was Arlington versus Birmingham. Birmingham was favored to win on the betting sites. The Birmingham head coach was the great grandson of Lou Holtz, the famous former head coach from Notre Dame.

Kevin asked what betting was and I tried to explain but since I never gamble I was not a good resource. The best I could do was explain how it works at a horse race track. And odds making was something I wasn't well informed on, but I tried to explain it. He got tired of listening to my examples and told me he thinks he understood the basics. It was an addictive active to very specific personality types but I wasn't one of them. Kevin told me he was taught that all humans are somewhat self-destructive, which is why they created cyborgs to assume the risk in dangerous situations. I laughed at his statement but it was somewhat true. He told me he wasn't trying to be funny.

"Oh, so now you're autistic too?" I quipped.

"If I am I caught it from you Rob."

I laughed again and told him if I saw a specialist I'd probably get tested and diagnosed as being on the spectrum, but I didn't want that on my medical records.

"Why's that?" he asked.

"Because you can say goodbye to certain jobs for the rest of your life with the ASD diagnosis."

"What jobs?"

"Oh, like certain government contracts or special permits, like building and installing a sound system for the theater inside the Pentagon or the White House."

"Uncle Sam don't like people on the spectrum?"

"It's a security clearance thing I think."

"You work for yourself, so its not a problem, right?" he asked.

"Mostly, but like I said with that diagnosis, no big government contracts that require security checks. So that's why I never got diagnosed but I took screening tests, like five different ones and I always score high on the ASD scale."

"How is autism diagnosed?"

"Mostly by what they call Clinical Presentation, which means you walk, quack, swim, and eat like a duck, so to speak."

Then Kevin told me he recently heard that old expression for the first time: if it walks and quacks like a duck, it must be a duck! I said `yes, that's it!'

"The thing about autism to remember is everyone has it different, no two are the same. And it affects a very broad range of sensory things, so broad that they seem totally unrelated. It's hard to diagnose in some people, the specialist has to be well trained to catch the symptoms and put the puzzle together."

"There goes another metaphor. You know for someone who claims to be very literal you certainly use a lot of metaphors." He teased.

I told him it was cultural for me, the way I was raised. One thing was certain, it showed me Kevin was listening very closely to every word I spoke with his high speed analytical mind that recorded everything.

We sat there at the kitchen table until lunch time just talking crap about crap, but it was fun, plus he was only wearing shorts so I got to admire his beautiful body. I hoped I never reached a point where I'd grow tired of looking at him.

At lunch time I nuked a Quickmeal from the refrig. This time I grabbed one with a sliced up hoagie on a crusty roll, with cold cuts inside and some veggies. They included vinegar and oil in plastic packets, I added salt and pepper too. I offered him a bite because he watched me eat like he was interested. But he didn't want any. He did want to smell it so he took my piece and held it to his nose and opened the bread to look inside.

After lunch we had the TV on a soccer game in Argentina and I got an idea from a commercial. I got a beach towel out and spread it out on the living room floor and had him lie down after taking off his shorts. I got the warming massage oil out and with Kevin on his back I oiled and massaged his entire front side, from his knees to his shoulders and down both arms. It gave me an excuse to massage his chest again.

After that we showered and I bathed his entire body again, this time he did the same to me. I had to lean against the cold tile wall so he could scrub my front side. He also brushed my teeth and we dried each other off and hung out in our shorts in my bedroom. I showed him the software I used to design printed circuit boards.

That evening after dinner we got dressed in warm clothes and went to the roof after sunset to watch the fireworks. What a fantastic day this had been, and my vacation hadn't even started yet.

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