Cosmic Story Rays

Selma 39

        He groaned, his fingernails cutting little half-moons into her skin. Her nervous system noted the damage but left the pain receptors disconnected. Selma 39 waited for his convulsions to pass. He preferred to wait 10.3 seconds prior to disengagement.

        When the time was up, she helped him push his weight to the side. He lay on his back, breathing heavily, while she began to clean up. By the time she was finished, he was pulling his socks on.

        “I hope you enjoyed our time together.” She kissed him on the forehead. “Will I see you soon?”

        “I’ll make an appointment for next week.” He slipped on his jacket. “Thanks, Selly.”

        As soon as he was gone, Selma 39 applied the disinfectant and remade the bed. She only had five minutes between appointments to prepare for her next user. The info was already loaded; it was a court-appointed session with a convicted murderer. An excess of sexual energy could lead to relapse.

        She was waiting on the bed, wearing her black lingerie, when he arrived. He did not introduce himself or ask her name, but unbuttoned his pants with haste.

        “All fours,” he told her. “Let’s get this over with.”

        Selma 39 arranged herself as requested, her gaze fixed on the metal headboard as he thrust. It was not shame or revulsion that she felt. Impossible. She wasn’t programmed for it.