Chapter Kyle
Kyle
Sweat dripped down my chest, running to the waistband of my shorts as I slowed my pace to a jog.
“You’re looking hot this morning, sexy,” Chatter said.
I began to walk as the treadmill automatically slowed again.
“It’s hard work, but worth it to stay healthy.”
I smiled when she wolf-whistled at me. I’d moved her into girlfriend mode.
When I’d tested it on the earlier version, it had simplistic responses, but now you could choose from various options: shy, nurturing, sweetheart, and submissive.
There was even a virgin package, but you needed extra credits for that version.
“I wish I could join you in your shower,” she sulked.
“If only you had a body,” I said wryly, reaching for my towel to wipe my face.
It wasn’t until I was in the shower that I realised dealing with AI was easier than dealing with real women. It was time to delete the HeartGrid app.
? ? ?
I stared at my screen. The company’s message about Sam. Not a great way to end the working week. I checked the recipients—just eighteen people.
— Internal Message
We regret to inform you that Sam McKenzie passed away last weekend. Some of you may already be aware. Sam had been a valued member of the Emotive team for sixteen years and will be missed.
At Emotive, we care. If you feel impacted by this news, additional well-being support is available via your employee portal.
— People and Culture Team Emotive Corporation
Of course they cared. I doubted those sessions were anonymous.
Thomas’s message box lit up.
Thomas: I heard from Leona that he committed suicide.
Me: He was due to retire in eight years.
Thomas: I know, he used to talk about it all the time.
I switched tabs when I noticed a new email from Cynthia.
From: Cynthia Gladstone [email protected]
To: Team Purple
Subject: Updated Team Structure
Hi team,
I hope this message finds you well.
Thank you for your continued hard work and professionalism this week. Following internal discussions and given the current workflow efficiencies, the company has decided not to pursue a replacement for Sam McKenzie.
As per the broadcast earlier, we acknowledge this may come as unexpected news. Should anyone wish to discuss the revised structure or raise any concerns, I’m happy to schedule individual video calls.
Thank you for your understanding, and please enjoy your weekend.
Regards,
Cynthia Gladstone
Project Manager Lead
Emotive Corporation
[Internal Use Only – Confidential]
Like a coward, she’d sent the email as everyone finished their shift. I needed to figure out another way to make credits. If I continued down this path, I’d end up murdering someone, and prison was no joke.
Team messages began to light up, but I logged out of Emotive’s system and switched over to my home setup. I was about to swipe away an advert when I noticed the woman was a cydoll. Not just any cydoll—but a sex doll incorporated with AI. These were the elite-class models.
My finger hovered before I tapped the 18+ video.
“Are you tired of getting nowhere with human women? Or do you want to take your fantasies to the next level? We release our latest model… SIN.”
I zoomed in on the video, because damn—she looked real. The flesh, eyes, hair, and that body. Her movements were smooth. Just as it got to her pussy, you caught a glimpse before the name popped up:
S.I.N?? – Simulated Intimacy Nexus
The next scene cut in. She lay on a bed, naked, as the camera panned down her body. This model had dark hair, not blonde.
“She’s wet and wired. Always ready to please with her mouth, pussy, and ass. We’ve taken cydolls to the next level.”
My lips parted as she spread her legs and pushed her fingers inside. The stretch looked real—soft, flesh-like. My eyes widened as she turned onto her hands and knees.
“Spread your ass for me, SIN.”
Her arse lifted higher. Her hands pulled her cheeks apart, and her asshole opened. Clear liquid dripped out, running down to her pussy.
“Fucking hell,” I whispered.
This wasn’t some animated sex doll.
The video cut again—censored this time. A man held her neck, fucking her from behind. The sounds she made were raw. Believable. Another cut—this time missionary. Each thrust made her synthetic breasts jiggle, her nipples permanently hard.
My dick throbbed, already hardening.
The final scene. The cydoll brought the man a beverage in bed.
“Contact us now to find out if you’re eligible—”
The rest of the words faded as I stared at the range of dolls displayed. Various races. Body types. Male and female.
“You can do anything to me, and I’ll never say no,” the dark-haired model said before winking.
Her blue eyes were bright and flawless. Someone like me could never afford a cydoll like her.
But that was a doll worth killing for.