Robot Boyfriend Sterling (complete)

    You have a massive class project coming up, one that’s taking you to the Hephaestus Academy. You and your group are putting together everything you know to interview one of the teachers at the academy about what it’s like working there and what their particular job is. 

    You’ve been given the role of both producer and the interviewer. After receiving which professor you’d be filming and interviewing, you were researching them to figure out what sort of questions you would be asking. The interview was coming up, almost two days away, and you still had nothing.

    The professor you were interviewing was known as something called a synthamatron and was originally created to simulate human life to colonize planets. Since then, that project was defunded, and the synthamatrons that weren’t decommissioned were rescued and brought onto the Academy.

    This particular Synthamatron was named Sterling, so called for all the silver accouterments on his body. Unlike most of the Synthamatrons, Sterling had been the only one not to be sent out into space. Apparently, he was known as a ‘troublemaker’ among the crew and staff. From your research, he had already had several complaints about his attitude and for being strict with his students. He was a professor of astronomy and guarded his lap like a pit bull.

In his picture, he’s tall and angular, his limbs are long, and he wears fancy looked tailored suits. His head is like a silver helmet with wings like antenna jutting out the back. His face was just a screen or some sort of plate. The screen could broadcast a face, but it was said he usually kept it blank.

    The day of the interview, your group and the others go onto campus and are greeted by students who are going to give you a tour of the academy before you meet with your subjects. You’re allowed to film in some areas, but others are kept strictly private.

    “This is the science department,” your tour guide says. “Who did you say your professor was?”

    “Professor Sterling,” you reply/

    Her eyes widen, and she looks away. “Oh,” she then puts on a forced smile. “Of course, right this way.”

    You turn to your crew and hiss, “What does that mean?”

    You’re taken to the door of the observatory, and the tour guide knocks on the door.

    “Office hours are over!” A shrill, shocking, feedback of a voice shouts from inside.

    The mic operators ripped off their headphones even though the mics weren’t turned on. You look at the tour guide who gives you a grimacing smile of apology.

    “Professor Sterling, the student group who is interviewing you, is here,” she says with a nervous voice.

    It’s silent, and then the door opens. Professor Sterling stands there, one arm behind his back. He’s wearing a pinstripe blazer and slacks. Underneath is a white shirt and a tie that shimmers when it moves. You also notice he’s wearing stiletto high heels. He’s so pristine and put together, even his clothes don’t move as he walks.

    “I see,” his voice has a static to it that hisses. “Then come in.” He steps away from the door, allowing you and your crew to come in.

    “Thank you,” you look back at your tour guide who puffs up her cheeks and looks relieved to be leaving. “Thank you, again, Professor Sterling for allowing us this interview. It means a lot to me and my-”

    Sterling turns on his heel and looks down at you, tilting his head at you. “I was warned that I needed to present myself in a much more sociable manner,” he says, sounding pissed. “It wasn’t my choice to be giving this asinine assignment.”

    “Oh,” you gasp. You look back to your group for some sort of answer, but they all look just as baffled as you do. They continue to set up as you pull out your notebook that had only a few questions written on it, and they were all basic.

    “We’re ready,” mara whispers.

    “About time,” Sterling sighs as he turns his attention back to you. “Where do you need me?” He asks.

    “Where you are is fine,” you say. “The backdrop of the observatory is very theatrical, you look very handsome.”

    Sterling’s head twitches and his shoulders bounce. He looks away, down, then up. “Enough with the pleasantries.” He waves his long hand out. “Let’s hurry and get this over with.”

    You nod and turn to your crew, signaling them and then your turn to Sterling again. “I’m afraid I’m ill-prepared,” you tell him. “I was reading your bio, and I felt my questions wouldn’t do you any justice. I may just have to wing it.”

    Sterling tilts his head then stiffens his neck again. “I can forgive that for posterity's sake,” he says. He rolls his hand in the air. “Go ahead and give me what you’ve got.”

    You swallow and look around, not knowing what to ask him or what will set him off. “I hope this doesn’t hit a sore spot,” you start, “but I saw that out of all the Synthmatrons, you were the only one who never got to go into space. Do you mind explaining that?”

    Professor Sterling turns his back to you, his arms locked against his lower back. “You probably read the same article everybody does when my name pops up on a search bar,” he scoffs. “They call me the troublemaker, the difficult to manage and maintain. High maintenance has been thrown out a time or two.” He turns back to you and the crew.

    “Nothing is good enough,” he says with the utmost confidence. “If things aren’t to my specifications, I see no reason to do it.”

    “So something like this interview, under your usual circumstances, would be something you wouldn’t do?” You ask.

    “Exactly,” Sterling answers with a slight chuckle. 

    “Is that why you also have a reputation for being a strict professor?” You ask. “Your standards aren’t exactly calibrated for students?”

    Sterling tilts his head again. “Another sufficient assessment,” he takes a step towards you. “But no. I fully expect my students to no meet my standards, and I prepare myself for that. But you must also know I teach an advanced class. A class where my students are expected to already know their studies and excel at them. I am strict because if I am not, they will not excel. I am not teaching children, I am teaching adults and often times undergrads who have already received degrees. I am an instructor of people who should already know better. So yes, I am strict because I expect a lot of my students, but only because they already should know better.”

    You’re a bit stunned. “Oh,” you gasp.

    Sterling scoffs and turns to the side. “I asked for this role,” he replies. “I love teaching. Don’t get me wrong, there are days I want to rip the circuitry from my face,” he waves his hand before his screen. “I had to fight to become a teacher because I wanted it.” He looks back at you.

    “Is this what you wanted?” He asks you.

    “Excuse me?” You gasp.

    “Is this the role you wanted.” Sterling waves his hand out to the rest of the group. “Did you want to be the one to approach me and ask me these questions?”

    You flinch and glance back before looking up at Sterling. “I don’t mind-”

    Sterling laughs, and there is a squealing feedback. “Ever since I was built I have to fight and argue for what I thought was right and needed. I don’t act out because I want to but because I have to. I wasn’t sent into space because I knew it was ridiculous to try and use robots to simulate human life. I am not human and thank my makers for that. If I was a human, I might just shoot myself.”

    “Ow,” one of your crew members whispers.

    You scowl up at Sterling. “And what is wrong with humans?”

    “For one, I know my limitations. Do you?” He bends at the waist, meeting you face to face. “Humans never know when to quit. They injure themselves, their pride, their ego. They can’t stop and through sheer stubborn will, they won’t. That is what I see as their greatest flaw.” He tilts his head.

    “Colonizing planets?” He says. “The whole reason I was created? That is not knowing your limitations. You have no one to blame for the destruction of your planet and wanting to destroy more than on your own hubris. Your own stupidity and-”

    You strike Sterling. You hit him as hard as you can, and he falls down to the ground with a loud clatter.

    “What the fuck?” Mara shouts at you.

    You’re shaking, and you can’t feel your hand. Having Sterling get into your face brought something out of you that not just made you afraid, but uncontrollably angry. Then when he called you stupid, well not you but...but the fact he did that while in your face, it caused a surge in your body, reacting to something you had buried long ago.

    Sterling lifts himself from the ground, turning to you his face screen is all static and glitch. The front is clearly cracked from your blow.

    “I hope that hurt,” he says as he stands up. His face glitches and you see a glare through the static and white noise.

    “I’m so sorry,” you whisper in terror.

    “The rest of you can go,” Sterling shoos off your crew. “You’re staying here with me,” he points at you.

    You stay put, sitting at one of the tables. You’re still shaking, and you watch as your crew leaves. Sterling moves around his desk. He takes off his faceplate, and you see the hollow concave within. He sets the cracked faceplate down then opens a cabinet behind his desk where there are three more suspended.

    “Now,” he says as he connects the new screen into place. It lights up, going bright blue and then buzzing into static before showing a black screen. “Care you explain yourself?”

    “I am so sorry!” You gasp. “I just…” you hang your head as the hot, painful tears begin to spike.

    Sterling walks over towards you. “No need for that.” He places a box of tissues beside you. “Calm yourself down.”

    After a while, you manage to stop crying, and you’re able to answer his question. You tell him about your step-father and how he treated you when you were little. Sterling is silent as he listens and then he walks away from the desk.

    “You may go,” he says. He then hands you the cracked screen. “A trophy.”

    You look at it in your hands. “I really am sorry.”

    “Just go,” Sterling points to the door.

    You walk away, not sure what had just occurred. You rejoined your group, hiding the cracked faceplate in your bag.

    You and your crew try to edit together what footage you got. You were afraid Sterling would report you, but he never did. One day, as you’re leaving the school, you walk to the bus stop when a car pulls up. The window rolls down, and you see Sterling in the driver’s seat.

    “Get in,” he says.

    “What?” You gasp.

    “I want to talk with you, get in,” he says, and the passenger door opens.

    You get into the car and look at Sterling, afraid of what he’s going to do or say.

    “I suppose you’re hungry,” he says as he drives off. “I’m taking you to dinner. I already made the proper reservations.”

    “What?” You’re gobsmacked.

    Sterling takes you to a restaurant at the end of town, once you know your jeans and t-shirt aren’t dress code for. Still, Sterling takes you inside where you’re served wine right away.

    “What is this?” You ask anxiously.

    “A date,” Sterling replies. “Is this not how it goes?”

    You nearly choke on your wine when he says this. “A date? You’re taking me on a date?” You cough.

    “When you hit me I felt something, perhaps pride or even attraction,” he says with a shrug. “Anyways, since then I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I wanted to see you so badly I’m afraid I made some costly errors in my research.”

    “Uh-” you stare at him.

    “If you don’t want this, then by all means, have dinner and we shall part.” Sterling replies cooly.

    “I’m just shocked is all,” you confess. “I thought you would be angry about what I did. It was horrible.”

    “After hearing your story, I feel you are justified. You lashed out at your abuser, and I can forgive that sort of mindset.” He turns his head as the food is delivered and placed in front of you. 

    “Eat up,” he says. 

    “Thanks,” you look at the spread, never having been taken anywhere so fancy in your entire life. You savor the food and enjoy the conversation you have with Sterling. After dinner, he takes you on a long drive, where your conversation gets deeper.

    He stops the car behind the park at one point. “I hated it in the labs,” he confesses. “It was hard and cold there. My makers...my brothers and I, we were only tools. They gave us minds and thoughts and our own personalities, but they never once considered them. You would think people who wanted you in this world would treat you that way.”

    You reach out and take hold of Sterling’s hand. “If it means anything, I want you here.”

    Sterling chuckles. “You’re kind to say that. I’m sorry,” he turns his head away. “I hope I didn’t sore the evening with my moroseness.”

    “Not at all,” you chuckle. “I’ve enjoyed actually getting to know you.”

    “The interview scared me,” he says suddenly. “That’s why I lashed out the way I did. I reminded me of...well...the same way it reminded you.” He squeezes your hand, and you lean forward, placing a soft kiss to where his cheek would be.

    “I would like to try again,” his voice is much quieter.

    “They interview?” You ask.

    “No.” He leans forward, placing his screen to your lips. He places both hands on your cheeks, nuzzling against your face.

    You giggle as his screen rubs to your neck and shoulder. His hands then run down your body and slip under your shirt.

    “You’re very warm,” he moans softly.

    “Mm,” you whimper. “Sterling-” you sigh.

    Sterling sits up, looking at you. “Forgive me, I simply like to touch things that are...warm.” He tilts his head down. “My sensors are very...sensitive.” He then lights up, small glowing veins of white and pink light wrap around his body.

    You giggle and kiss him again. “That’s oddly cute,” you touch his chest, feeling the vibration there. You stroke down and he moans.

    “I like being touched,” you say. “My sensors are sensitive too,” you wink.

    “I couldn’t,” his voice cracks. “Or well, I shouldn’t.”

    The two of you move to the back seat of his car. He’s stripped away your clothes, touching every inch of you. His fingers start to buzz and vibrate against your skin. You moan as he teases your nipples and even presses a vibrating finger to your tongue.

    His hands then slip between your thighs, and he presses through your folds to find your clit. You cry out as his fingertips pulse there.

    “You are sensitive,” he moans. “Very reactive too.” He nuzzles his screen to your cheek and neck. “It makes me want...more.”

    “What’s more?” You groan as his fingertips rub up and down your slit.

    “Special attachments,” he sighs. He sits up, undoing his pants. 

The pink glow from his lighting grows brighter as his pants drop. You prop up, seeing a bright pink glowing ‘attachment’ jutting from his lap. You bite your lip as you smirk, reaching out to touch it.

“What’s this attachment for?” You ask, feeling it grow warm to the touch.

Sterling gasps and his screen flickers like changing channels on a TV. “Just in case-” he pants. 

“Is this a case?” You ask.

“A big one,” he lowers himself down, rubbing his shaft to your folds. The warmth feels good as you wrap your legs around him, but then as it turns on and vibrates you let out a cry.

“Sorry,” Sterling gasps, his screen still flickering.

“No!” You grab him, pulling him back down so that he starts to slip inside. “Don’t stop!”

Sterling shudders as he starts to move deeper. The vibrations travel through your body, and you cry out loudly.

“Oh fuck, that feels good!” You cling to his back, wrinkling his expensive suit.

Sterling starts to move, surging forward and pulling out. He rubs himself to your clit and folds before plunging back inside.

You whimper and mewl, kissing his flickering screen over and over. Below, you can see the glow of him from inside you.

Sterling is growling and snarling, a hissing and whirring comes from him as he starts to move faster.

“Sterling,” you mewl. “I’m gonna cum,” your voice squeaks. “Oh god, don’t stop.”

“Never,” he growls as his screen goes to a face. It has a determined yet lusty appearance, even if it is made of pixels.

You feel the heat pool as if it is going towards the light of his shaft. You squeak and cling to him, locking your legs around his narrow waist. You squeeze tight around him and cry out. There’s a pop and crackle and Sterling stills. You shudder, as the vibrations slowly start to die down. His screen turns off, and the pink lights vanish.

You lay there, gazing up at Sterling as smoke rises from his head. “You ok?” You stroke his screen and it suddenly turns back on. The pink lights blink back on, and he looks down at you.

“I don’t know,” he pulls out from you then lays down, nuzzling between your breasts. “I’ve never felt this before.”

“Oh dear,” you giggle as you hug him. “Professor Sterling, were you a virgin?”

He huffs. “Don’t tease me.” He props up and looks at you, a scowl on his face. “If we are going to continue this relationship, you are going to have to know I don’t respond to teasing. If you are asking me if you were first-” you kiss him, silencing him.

Sterling smiles and strokes your cheek. “Did you enjoy yourself?” He asks.

You nod. “Very much. This was a great first date.”

“Then whatever will we do on the second?” Sterling grins.