The Model
“Hi, my name is Maximus Reinhart. And I’m here to tell you about our new Android 6M series models. Hopefully at the end of my presentation, you’ll be more inclined to invest in Maximum industries.” The smile that stretches my cheeks doesn’t reach my eyes, but the crowd can’t see that, the investors don’t see the irritation bleeding into my eyes.
Six months ago, I lost a bet with a colleague. He wanted to use a face from within the company for the new labor model it was designed to be domestic, do household chores, help with the shopping. We’d agreed to go with a female model for this reason. but Marshall had insisted we include all male employees in the book that would be sent out to the focus groups.
I told him that there’s no way one of the men from our department gets picked not for a model that would also be coming with the additional option of having sex compatibility options. Because let’s face it if you’re buying an android to do the dishes and the groceries you probably don’t have a significant other.
The books would be handed out to each of six hundred participants at all locations with twenty-two locations nationally, that’s thirteen thousand two hundred participants.
It just didn’t seem feasible that out of that many people a vast majority who were voting for a face they could have sex with would vote for a man’s face. So, we made a bet, if he won and they picked the face he bet on I would have to fork over ten thousand dollars.
If I won and they picked literally any female he had to do all of my sales presentations for the next six years. I might be a prodigy in the world of technology, but I really sucked at the person-to-person sales and presentations my heart always started racing and the world blurred.
And as you can guess me standing here ready to unveil our new model meant I had lost. Horribly.
When the books were sent out each model had come with a feminine and masculine version of their photo modified using AI, only one photo in the entire book only had one option.
Mine.
The AI kept popping it back as ‘already modified’ much to Marshall’s delight, he’d bet they would choose my face over all because I was ‘perfectly androgynous’ as he put it. And he’d been right, with an overwhelming majority of thirteen thousand one hundred and ninety people choosing my face while only ten chose different faces and none of them voted for the same face.
“This year’s model is a bold option, so We figured it only fitting that the visual model for use for such a groundbreaking model be the person who came up with it.” Bullshit
“And the focus groups seemed to agree,” the breathy awkward laugh that spilled from me poured over the crowd as they seemed to gather what I was saying.
“So, without further ado, I present both the male and female versions of model 6M.” behind me on stage two identical androids walked out, their movements fluid and easy. It made my spine tingle because both of them looked like me, both of them moved like me. I took a deep breath and then turned back.
“Both models have the capability to complete basic household chores, dishes, laundry, grocery shopping if provided with a list and tracking band to use with transport.” I lifted my hand in cue and both androids stepped up to the front of the stage and began pulling off their clothes. The crowd gasped looking at their pamphlets where it stated a revolutionary step would be made but that children under 18 were not allowed into the auditorium, now they knew why.
“The key difference between our previous models and this one is that the domestic model comes with a sexual compatibility package. When ordering online you choose the sex of your model, and if you choose to add sexual compatibility that opens up a whole host of options. Male or female even a custom option where you can choose breasts on top penis on bottom if you’d like.”
The crowd is murmuring and hands are shooting up. I point to a man in a grey jacket with a press badge.
“When you say custom how custom are we talking like size double H breasts and horse cock or are there limitations.”
I blush glancing at the male version who is a spitting image of me.
“For the first generation or two of this model, the male model will only have base customization such as skin tone, eye color, muscle definition et cetera. the um…the penis will not be able to be modified until we can fix a glitch in coding. Because of it being an exact one to one replica of its model, that is to say me, anything larger or smaller than what I am equipped with reads as an error and the android will malfunction.”
I grimace hating that I’m having to admit on stage that the models size is a perfect replica of my own. The man nods and jots down notes
“However, the female model does not seem to be restricted by the same glitch so channel depth, tightness, flexibility and durability, anal rigidity, breast size all of that is customizable on top of the skin tone, eye color, and even height and weight.” Murmurs and nodding through the crowd.
