Mike sat at his desk, searching the internet for an advertisement he had heard about, an advertisement for a synthetic woman. The advertisement was supposedly for a robot woman who would satisfy any request the owner could require.
Mike was injured in an industrial accident, splashed with acid in a plating factory. The acid disfigured his face, leaving him with red and purple scars on the left side of his face. His long-time girlfriend had left him within a year after the accident, embarrassed to be seen with him in public, eventually growing to hate his face.
Strangers ridiculed and shunned him every time he went out, so much so that he only went out at night. His girlfriend couldn't, or didn't want to, accommodate his injuries until he had plastic surgery that could reduce the scarring.
She left him a year and a half ago, throwing ugly comments about his scars as she left. Mike had been depressed and developing suicidal thoughts during that time.
Mike searched the internet for days before finding the company offering the robot. The company, Synthetic Enjoyment Xperience, website had a build-your-own function.
After selecting female from the male/female buttons, Mike clicked the button, taking him to a series of drop-down menus.
The first menu was height, ranging from four foot six inches to six foot six inches.
Mike thought about what he wanted, definitely one shorter than him, but not too short. At Five foot ten inches, he chose five foot four inches.
The second menu was skin color, ranging from nearly albino white to almost black. He mulled over the sixty complexions, finally choosing a light brown, a complexion that seemed to complement his tanned look.
The third menu was facial features. The selections on the menu weren't as many but still ranged from butt ugly to lingerie model features. Mike was hesitant to pick from the extremes, choosing one that would be a solid six in looks.
The fourth menu was body type. Like the skin color menu, this menu had numerous sizes--anything from My Five Hundred Pound Life to deathbed anorexia. Mike chose a body type that was a little plump but not what would be considered fat.
The fifth menu was breast size. The selections on this menu ranged from tomboy flat to low back problems huge. Mike liked big breasts but went with ones that were slightly smaller and chose a C-cup with big nipples.
The sixth menu was derriere size. The selection ranged from a back extension with a crack to a plate that could sit flat on that ass. Singing, "I like big butts, I can not lie," Mike chose a nice-looking bubble butt.
The seventh menu was hair color. This menu had a drop-down selection for head and pubic hair color, with a Both option. Selecting both, Mike saw only a few options: black, brown, red, and blond. Mike always wanted to date a ginger, so he chose red.
The eighth menu was the voice. This menu ranged from Kermit sounding to a deep butch sound. Selecting each voice, Mike found one like his old girlfriend's voice, not shrill or deep, more middle-of-the-road.
The last menu was temperament. This selection ranged from docile to psychotic, with many selections that classified as mental disorders. Each temperament had a range of slight to heavy sliding scale selection. Mike chose dominant, with the sliding scale near slight.
With his selections made, Mike clicked on the review button, displaying all his selections, a visual representation of his robot, and the price.
Going through his selection to verify his choices and clicking on the picture to get a better view, he was happy with his choices. The robot looked terrific but not too hot.
Turning to the price, expecting to see a six-figure amount, Mike was surprised by a lower price, only twenty thousand dollars--the price of a cheap car.
When he clicked the add to cart button, another menu appeared. Options.
Intrigued, Mike clicked the options button. What appeared was a selection of packages that he could purchase with the robot. Not wanting a bare-bones model, Mike chose the adventurer package, adding another one thousand dollars to the total. Who wouldn't want a fun-loving girlfriend?
After arranging and choosing payment over five years, the company sent a build schedule to his email.
Opening the email, Mike saw that the company would start construction in a week, with a tentative delivery time of four months. The email also required a name for his robot. The robot programming would include its name and other features he had selected.
The first name that popped into his head was Roxy, a stripper he knew years ago. Sending the name to the address the email provided, Mike went on with his life, eventually forgetting the delivery date.
The day before delivery, he received another email reminding him to be home. The email outlined what the delivery people would do during the setup process of Roxy.
The delivery company wheeled a tall crate into Mikes's home and, during the unboxing process, walked Mike through the routine maintenance process.
This process included wiping her skin down to keep her clean, how to access her stomach, vaginal, and colon sacks to remove sperm, and how to clean her mouth to remove the smell of sex from it.
The delivery company requested a spot in Mike's home to place Roxy's charger and accessory cabinet.
Mike inspected Roxy while the delivery company finished setting up the charger and cabinet. Mike thought Roxy was beautiful, with curves, lovely face, and even skin. She looked like a real-life woman if she wasn't standing like a statue with closed eyes.
Roxy's activation was ready. The delivery driver asked Mike a few questions, entering Mike's answers into a tablet.
"Does a woman masturbating you appeal to you?"
"Yes."
"Do you like oral sex?"
"Yes."
"Do you like vaginal sex?"
"Yes."
"Do you like anal sex?"
"Yes."
"Last question, are you adventurous?"
"Yes."
"We ask these questions during delivery to keep your answers private. I just added your answers to Roxy's programming."
"I need your signature to authorize startup."
After signing his name on the tablet with his finger, the delivery driver tapped the startup button on the tablet.
Both men stood, watching the robot process a self-check routine, blinking her eyes, moving her head in all four directions, bending at the waist, moving its arms and legs, coming to a stop, again standing like a statue with its eyes closed.
Hearing a beep from the tablet, Mike looked at the delivery driver. "She just sent me a report that all her functions are normal and operational. She is requesting your name."
"Say, Roxy, my name is Mike."
Mike stood looking at the robot. In a clear and slightly quivering voice said, "Roxy, my name is Mike."
Roxy's eyes opened, and said in a sultry voice, "Hello, Mike. Can we talk before I start my charging routine?"
