The Adventures of Robohooker (9 page)

THE HOUSEWIFE HOOKER

The problem of the protesting housewives outside the Palace remained. They grew in number day by day, but they also wrote to newspapers, posted on blogs and forums on the web and created a groundswell of opposition to the very concept of the mass-market Robohooker.
This seemed to vindicate Fifi’s belief that we should be a premium product but the mood of society in general was against the type of elitism she desired. The Board of the I.R.C. were caught between a rock and a hard place even though their plants stood ready to produce further machines at a moment’s notice.
They had accelerated their plans to produce a male counterpart to the Robohooker so that women too could have access to mechanical sex fun, but even so it would be over a year before the Cockbot, as it was nicknamed, would be available.

I thought long and hard about the problem, thinking that as I was part of the problem, perhaps my brain was capable of finding a solution.
There seemed to be no easy answer. My creation had been for specific purposes, to save real woman from demeaning themselves, to cut down on sex crimes and to reduce the spread of sexual disease. But by aiming for a superior product my creators had ignited resentment by making me both more beautiful and a better lover than my human equivalents.

Humanity, I had come to understand, works best when its avaricious and altruistic instincts are combined. Too much avarice is destructive and yet too much altruism destroys the ambition which is also a part of basic human nature.
I had to be a superior woman so that men would strive to have me, yet I also had to be of a standard that was acceptable to not only the ordinary man, but the ordinary woman. The answer came quickly then, once I had laid all these facts down, there must be a lesser me
as well
, a common strumpet or whore. When I presented these conclusions to the Board however, there was uproar.

“A cheap and cheerful Robohooker,” the Chairman croaked, “It would take years to develop, and even longer to bring to market.”

“Not at all,” I replied, “You already have a lesser me available, the domestic maid android, model KZ88
, from which I was developed.”

“But that has no sexual functions.”

“They can be easily installed, hardware and software. But they should not be made too beautiful or too sexually sophisticated. They should be, essentially, housewife hookers.”

“But that brings us back to the problem of how to make a profit from them. Where do we place these plain machines, in cheap brothels or walking the streets?”

“Neither, we lease them as we do the maids, to households
, but at a higher price.
”

“What!” the lady director exploded, “Housewives will never stand for that. A hooker in the house indeed.”

“I beg to differ, madam,” I replied, “Housewives will welcome them but only under certain conditions. If we insist, that only the
real
housewife can specify the physical appearance of the housewife hooker.”

“Brilliant!” the director hissed.
“the man of the house can fuck the ugly maid as much as he likes if he’s of a mind to, which probably won’t be much.”

“You’re a genius, Andi,” the Chairman crowed.

“No,” I replied, “I am Robohooker.”

END

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