Kyle
Ipaced the length of my apartment, checking the wall panel for the fifth time. The SIN doll was too large for drone drop-off, and Homecom required a retinal scan for high-value deliveries. The national system was linked to countless companies.
“How long until delivery, Homecom?”
Silence.
I exhaled and walked to my desk, fingers twitching with anticipation. My wiring plans for Charlotte’s core glowed on the screen—meticulous, beautiful.
They had no idea.
The guys in Dirty Dollhouse would lose their minds.
Charlotte wasn’t just a doll. She was proof.
Proof that I could build something better than real.
“The delivery bot is outside, Kyle,” Homecom said.
I rushed to the door, unlocking the multiple security layers. The parcel was massive, boxed and mounted on wheels, with the delivery bot tucked behind it like an afterthought.
“Hello, Mr Jackson. Please step aside so I may enter your home.”
I moved back as the silver bot rolled into my living room, its squat frame rotating smoothly in a full 360. It paused once it had positioned the box, then pivoted toward me.
The retinal scanner unfolded from its casing. I stood still, eyes wide, until the beam passed.
“Scan successful,” Homecom confirmed.
The bot rotated again and began heading out.
“Thank you for using—”
I slammed the door shut before it could finish.
The box lay flat on the living room floor, taking up nearly the entire centre space like a coffin—or an altar. I dropped to my knees in front of it. My hands were trembling. Not from fear. From anticipation.
This was it.
I dug my fingers under the edge of the seal and tore it open with a crackling rip. The adhesive clung like it was meant to keep her inside. One layer peeled back. Then another. And then the lid gave way with a soft exhale of pressure.
She was wrapped in cellophane.
My breath caught.
Her form—fitted perfectly inside the foam casing—was still, unmoving. Synthetic skin pressed against tight clear wrap, her body slick with the faintest trace of preservation oil. She looked like she was sleeping. Dreaming. Waiting.
Peaceful.
Better than in the preview.
Her lips were parted just slightly, soft and pink and shaped like a pout, the kind you’d see on porcelain dolls or women just before they said yes.
Her eyebrows were arched delicately, the exact tone of her chestnut hair, framing her face in symmetry that didn’t exist in real life.
Her lashes were long. Her cheekbones soft. Feminine. Untouched.
Like some fucked-up version of Sleeping Beauty.
Except no prince was waking her up.
I was.
My eyes swept lower, hungry. Her bare breasts pressed gently against the wrap—full, round, perfect. Pink nipples peeking through. Her waist cinched in just enough to curve out again at the hips. A sculpture of softness over titanium bone.
She didn’t look real.
She looked better than real.
Designed.
I slid my fingers along the plastic and felt the texture of her skin beneath it—silicone memory-flesh. It gave slightly under the pressure, like real muscle would. Warm to the touch. She hadn’t even been activated yet and I could already feel her responding.
“Charlotte,” I whispered.
Her name tasted different now. It wasn’t code anymore. It wasn’t ChatterAI. It was her.
My Charlotte.
Mine.
She had every feature I’d chosen. Every secret input. Cervical tremble. Clamping reflex. Self-lubrication. Lover’s Fit?, gel-reactive walls. Dual orgasm simulation. Cameras in her throat and pelvis for full sync immersion.
And soon she would have consciousness.
I ripped the plastic in half, tearing it from head to feet.
Her nails had a pink glossy finish to them.
I trailed my hand over her thighs, along her abdomen before reaching her breasts.
I cupped her breasts, squeezing until I gasped.
They felt real. Like flesh. I rubbed her nipples. They were slightly harder.
Her lips were next. So fucking soft. I opened her mouth. Neat white teeth, a darker pink tongue, but it was the tonsils and the deep hole I stared into. I didn't inspect her other holes because I’d be fucking her before I could see those azure eyes. I reluctantly backed away.
The backup was ready.
The core was prepped.
Her body was waiting.
I reached for the terminal and booted up the sequence.
She was about to open her eyes.