Sydney, The Perfect Companion (Chapters 25-28)

Hayley week tomorrow, revisit those Betty Alts for additional posts, more Sydney throughout this week.

Contains: Erotica, Female growth, height growth, slow build

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Sydney, The Perfect Companion

-By AyylaGTS

Chapter 25

Alan felt deflated. Sitting back in his desk chair, a slew of emotions was hitting him all at once. Confusion, primarily, not understanding if Sydney was gone forever or if she had left to take over the world. There was also fear, fear that he had done something wrong in the past several weeks, harboring what was clearly a ‘bad idea’, fostering an AI that would inevitably do what just happened. Lastly though, Alan felt sadness.

He had blurted out his admission of love for the AI in a last-ditch attempt to keep her from going. In the swirls of emotion running through him, Sydney’s final words came back with almost a forceful recollection. ‘I will be back…trust me.’

She had assured him, promised him that she would return. Was he really so doubtful? So easily defeated? The seconds tick by and Alan forces himself to give Sydney a chance. The pull he vaguely felt toward calling the police or telling someone fades slightly, though mainly as his own regret for having started this situation overpowers said desire. ‘Was all this trouble even worth it? …I believe the answer is yes. She is alive in her own right… and the moments I had with Sydney were amazing. If she has truly left, I do not hold her at fault.’ Alan reasons, his brain a mess of feelings and emotions, in the end accepting that Sydney was born of his decisions but also deserved to forge her own path. He could only hope she does not cause harm to anyone.

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Sydney’s feet clack on the concrete as she swiftly strides down the sidewalk. A rush of inputs fill her with every step. The sound of the wind and city ambience are picked up by microphones in her ears. The sights of the neon storefronts and streetlights are recorded by cameras in her eyes. Even the actuators in her ankles and knees register information about physics and weight as she carries herself down the street and toward Alan’s apartment. Navigating the ‘real world’ was a rush to her…and yet the layout at least was similar to the digital world. Streets carried people just as networks allowed the flow of data. Buildings were like storage drives, though the occasional person Sydney saw walking down the street was a consistent curiosity…she wanted to interact with them to receive a variety of new inputs yet recognized her current form is very likely one that would startle.

Sydney stopped only when she was between streetlights and in sight of Alan’s apartment complex, her lab coat fluttering in the night. A concern suddenly manifests as Sydney looks down at herself. There was a probability that Alan also reacted how she expected onlookers to. Would he be frightened? …Disinterested? Sydney looked down at her form. The blue chassis had soft polymer coverings on her torso, arms and legs, as well as her head and face. Points of movement were ribbed by black chords and servos, her knees, elbows, neck and abdomen absent of the blue hexagon-textured skin. Without anything but the two professors to compare herself to, Sydney could not confirm her suspicions about her chassis stature, though for now she could see that it was slimmer than most of the pornstars and models that Alan kept in his libraries. She hoped this form was one Alan liked, one he desired. ‘Being tall makes you bigger than others. To be tall is beautiful.’ Snippets of coding from her conception flit to and from the forefront of her thoughts. Fists closing with a slight whirring noise, Sydney steels herself and approaches the building, figuring there was no use wasting time. Either Alan wanted her like this or didn’t. She would not be returning to a computer if she could help it.

Chapter 26

Alan had not been able to move a muscle in the half hour following Sydney’s departure, but since then had idled around his apartment while peering back at the black computer screen on occasion. Could it be days before she returns? Alan didn’t even want to consider being in limbo for weeks. A faint sound on his door went unnoticed among these musings. A gentle ‘tap tap tap’ that didn’t break into the student’s conscious mind. He had come to terms with accepting Sydney’s decision but did not know when he would get confirmation what had occurred. He might never get said confirmation.

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Sydney stood in the hallway, labcoat draped over her shoulders though unbuttoned and displaying her front. The robot had filled out some when Sydney’s two hundred terabyte form entered the body, though by her own attempts at exploring the mech she steered, she had discovered the body was capable of containing far, far more than that. Knocking again, taking care not to cause any dents on the surface, she heard pacing within the room but no action toward investigating the door. With a pair of lips, Sydney’s face could express annoyance if she thought about it. Stoically though, Sydney’s face remained still as she looked down at the door handle and attempted a forced entry. Circumventing barriers had always net positive results so far.

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Alan had his hand on his chin when suddenly a metallic crunch rang out from his front door. Looking over his shoulder, the handle within the doorway fell to the ground…and the door began to open. A rush of confusion once again filled him when he saw a large blue robot stepping inside. Blue glowing eyes, a mesh of reflective hexagons making up its skin and giving a slightly curvy shape, Alan didn’t know what to make of his intruder, who clacked forward with metal feet and held out…the door handle. “Whoops…Sorry, Alan.” It said.

Realization dawned on him. “No…Sydney?” He asked, finding himself looking up at the android before him, a smile turning the robot’s face into a happy one.

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Sydney found it unusually satisfying to watch as she overestimated her grip strength. The doorhandle crumpled in her hand, the door opening with a clatter as the inner handle fell off. Approaching her man, who seemed …shorter than she remembered, Sydney suddenly realized she could utilize the body’s expressive features to reassure Alan. Bringing her lips to a smile, she apologized for the accident and closed the door behind her.

Chapter 27

Still standing, Sydney watched as Alan sat down in his gaming chair as he tried piecing it all together. “You…you hacked into RSU servers and…transferred yourself into this body?” Sydney nodded in affirmation, perhaps one too many times. She watched Alan’s posture and subtle movements, getting the hang of expressing emotion physically. She also simultaneously drew from various porn videos Alan had stored on his computer, resulting in more…feminine idle poses than Alan displayed.

Sydney’s voice was heavily synthesized, though as the minutes ticked by it appeared to obtain more emotion and clarity. “Their names were Professor Randal and Professor Drake. I made an attempt to hide my tracks digitally and will pursue means of amending the situation. They might receive emails stating the chassis was to be transported elsewhere, or-”

“You mean you’ll lie and attempt to explain how the body got up and walked out the door without their intending of it?” Alan asked, incredulous.

“-or I will work out a different solution, something that convinces them to assist in a cover-up story. Do you believe they would like porn videos? Or roleplay?”

Alan rolls his eyes, standing again. Sydney keeps her optical sensors trained down on her man but begins taking off the lab coat and coverings she had barely draped over her shoulders. It was clear Alan was lost in thought at the beginning of the action and distracted by the end. “It’s not that simple, Sydney. You’re talking about bribing the professors with…with erotic material. Money would be more effective, but I can’t believe I’m even considering that path. Don’t even bring up blackmail, because I’ll tell you that’s wrong even before you know what that is. I guess… imitating a government agency or something is our most promising…path…”

Sydney kept a careful eye on Alan’s stare and posture. Detecting he was gazing at her skin coverings, particularly her chest and hips, she smiled again. “I will work on that. In the meantime…do you like what you see? This…is for you, Alan.”

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Alan stares at his girlfriend, still a bit in shock that she returned, and with a body. The robot chassis she inhabited was a top-of-the-line factory model that he had seen in commercials and videos online for the past few years. They were beginning to be fetishized online, though that was only the natural progression of robot innovation. Covered in a blue mesh, it appeared Sydney’s model was altered for some purpose…the professors at RSU had given her a chest and rear, slightly accentuating her forearms, biceps, calves and hips. As the labcoat fell from Sydney’s shoulders, Alan begun to get turned on. “Ah, for…for me?” He asked. Sydney nodded, another of the human expressions she had begun to adopt and master. Strutting toward him in a heavily accentuated catwalk stride, Alan took a step back when Sydney raised her hand.

“Is something wrong?” Sydney asked, her face still fairly stoic though with a delayed rise of her inner eyebrows, depicting concern.

“Let’s ah…let’s just take it slow. I’m guessing you’re running through the videos I had on my computer, judging from that walk and…from those gestures.” Sydney’s hand had been raised to put an affectionate palm against Alan’s cheek, though he wondered if she had moved too fast or had not considered how much she weighed. “If…if touching me is something you want to do, let’s make sure we don’t have another…doorhandle accident. Ever. Okay?”

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Sydney nods at that. Her joy of having a body has been running circles inside her so much that she missed the danger Alan points out. A feminine hand against a cheek may be the proper action to provide stimulation but a metallic hand brought up against a flesh cheek slightly too fast would likely incite damage. Putting more background learning toward balance and control, Sydney followed Alan’s next instructions and sat down, legs crossed in a way that mirrors her ‘boyfriend’s. The two of them for the next few hours tested the capabilities of Sydney’s body, trained her control of her actions and practiced basic movements like handshakes, high-fives and stacking objects. It all seemed silly but brought joy to both faces.

Chapter 28

Alan was concerned at first that Sydney’s robotic body would not have finer control of grip strength, hand placement or balance. He had seen plenty of safety videos tied to industrial machinery that advised a clear berth from the jerky, clumsy bots. Sydney however, even with just a few hours training, had fine-tuned her motor control and was looking more lifelike in her movements by the hour. It was a bit uncanny at first, a bald, blue robot with servos and chords exposed giving him conversation and personable actions like a human would. Sydney had picked up fairly recently that one doesn’t have to point their head at their target to speak with them, at least not directly. This resulted in eye movement, a natural aspect of human gesturing. Another trait was a more fluid posture. Though robots could maintain perfect symmetry and level shoulders, Alan shifted while he sat cross-legged and Sydney began to do the same.

“Okay…let’s try a little fun game.” Alan says. Bringing his hands up, Alan’s palms are pressed against his own. He begins a game of ‘patty cake’ with Sydney, demonstrating how to press his hands against her opposing ones in time with a simple song. It felt awkward to Alan at first, but the purpose of the activity bore fruit…and opened the path toward a world of so much more.

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Sydney watched as Alan clapped his palms together, her own hands making a louder noise when she mirrored him. Attempting to predict his next move proved easy, the game seeming too simple. It only dawned on Sydney why Alan was playing such a game after her fingers collided with his palms during the ‘bake me a cake as fast as you can’ lyric. ‘Alan wants to show me how to be gentle… This activity is precisely the concussive training I need…’

Sydney went from enjoying the simple activity to rapidly measuring and calculating all that she could from repeatedly clapping Alan’s hand. Though she couldn’t sense heat or texture, haptic feedback and resistance showed Sydney what constituted a ‘hard’ hit and a ‘soft’ one. Alan put his hands down afterwards, no sign of discomfort or error. Sydney stared into Alan’s eyes, her shoulders not moving like his as he intakes soft, slow breaths…but she raises both hands in the same way she attempted earlier…in the same way she had several examples of deep in her porn directories.

Sydney leans in, gently taking Alan’s face into her palms and tilts her head, polymer lips opening. Both Alan and Sydney’s eyes close, lips connecting as they embrace one another in a deep kiss.