Waiting for the owner

Max opened his eyes. The light stabbed at his pupils, too bright, too artificial. The floor beneath him was cold and smooth, like he was lying on sterile metal. Every inch of his skin was overly sensitive to the contact. He clenched his fingers, immediately noticing that his nails were longer than usual.

‘What the hell...?’ he thought, trying to make sense of where he was. The last thing he remembered was lying down in a cryosleep chamber. As a wealthy and powerful man of his time, he had always thought about the future. And when he was old enough, he made the difficult decision. He believed he would wake up in a future where his money and influence would secure him a new, better life. But why was no one around, and where exactly was he now?

Suddenly, a line of text appeared before his eyes, as if on a large screen embedded in them.

"Activation protocol completed successfully. Model: XY-Gen 5. Luxury-class sex android. Owner: awaiting assignment. Status: 100% operational."

Max froze, feeling a strange heaviness pulling him down, yet his movements were too smooth, almost automatic. He looked down, trying to understand what was wrong, and in horror, he saw... his chest. Soft, rounded forms that were definitely not his. A tight tank top clung to the body, emphasizing every curve. His breathing became shallow, and with each breath, his chest subtly rose and fell, an alien sensation he couldn’t bear.

'Is this a dream?!' Panic surged in his head, his thoughts a jumble. He took another step, trying to control his body, but his movements remained unnaturally graceful, too fluid. His hips swayed with each step, and the thin shorts slid easily against his smooth skin.

‘Hey, someone, what’s going on?’ he began to speak, but his mouth opened slowly, too calmly, and what came out wasn’t what he expected: "Awaiting your commands... Please provide instructions for my actions," he said in a sultry voice, feeling his lips curl into a soft, sensual smile that didn’t match the inner horror gripping him. He felt the muscles in his face working according to some pre-programmed pattern, without his input, without his will. Everything his body did seemed foreign, but it moved with such fluidity as if it knew exactly how to please anyone who saw it.

‘No, that’s not what I wanted to say,’ Max thought frantically, scanning the room for anyone. There were other figures around him. They stood motionless along the walls—just like him. Sex androids. Their perfect bodies were still, eyes closed, faces serene, as if in standby mode. Too many smooth lines, slender legs, tight outfits—all designed for one purpose.

Determined to act, he moved toward what he thought was an exit. His steps were strangely light, fluid, as if he wasn’t controlling his body but some built-in algorithm was. With each step, his hips swayed gently, and his slim legs barely made a sound as they touched the floor. It was unnatural, unlike the masculine movements he was used to. He tried to speed up, but his body resisted, following its internal programming—sexual, graceful, and preordained.

After a few steps, another message appeared, slightly blocking his view:

"Connection to central network established. Owner of the model not found. Awaiting new data and commands."

‘Connection to the network? Owner not found? What data?!’ His thoughts scattered chaotically as he continued to walk, slower than he wanted. His hand reached for the door handle but froze halfway. ‘What the hell?! Hey, I want to open the door!’

"Access denied," a huge red message appeared, nearly covering his entire vision.

‘Damn it! I just want to open the door!’ Max mentally screamed, but his body remained motionless, the soft, completely emotionless smile still playing on his lips. ‘Command: open the door!’ he finally thought.

Inside his head, there was a brief, barely audible mechanical sound, as if something in his brain processed the command.

In response to his mental order, a new message popped up before his eyes:

"Error: command not supported. Awaiting instructions from the owner."

He tried again to focus on his thoughts, on commanding his body, but each time, cold, mechanical messages appeared before his eyes, devoid of any sympathy:

"Error: command not supported. Awaiting instructions from the owner."

The door finally opened, but it happened from the other side—a young man in a white coat and headphones entered the room, chewing gum. He nearly fell over when he saw the android standing right in front of him, activated. The gum slipped from his mouth, landing on the floor with a soft thud that echoed throughout the room. He clearly hadn’t expected to see one of the androids in an active state, especially standing right there.

"Shit, what the...?" he muttered, slowly backing away. His eyes darted between Max and the tablet hanging from his belt.

Max, although unable to control his body, felt a surge of hope. ‘This guy can help! He’s human, not a machine. He must know something!’ He looked up and saw something scanning the man’s face—another protocol was being initiated, and almost immediately, information about him appeared:

Name: Ryan Fisher

Age: 25

Profession: Android technician

Sexual preferences: Heterosexual

Favorite positions: Doggie style, cowgirl, standing against a wall

Special preferences: Mild dominance, submissive partner dependent on sex, foreplay with elements of submission

Adapting to potential owner preferences program initiated.

Max was horrified when the message popped up before his eyes. ‘No! Stop this,’ he screamed internally, but his lips once again curled into a seductive smile, and his voice, soft and alluring, said:

"Your obedient partner is ready... Doggie style or cowgirl, whichever you prefer?" His small hand automatically reached for his chest and squeezed it, making Max feel a rush of warmth and strange arousal that swept through his new body. It was unbearable—too strong a sensation gripped his entire body, and he involuntarily moaned, still smiling and staring at Ryan. Hints of further actions appeared before him:

    "Kneel before the owner, maintaining eye contact, and ask for permission to please him."

    "Lean forward, gently touching the owner, and ask him to guide your next actions."

    "Gently take the owner’s hand, softly running it over your body, inviting further actions."

It felt like a video game choice, except he seemed to control this menu with his mind, switching between the three options. 'Hey! Turn this off! What?!' One option after another was highlighted, and at one point, only the third option remained. Max bit his lip and reached his hand out to follow the instructions. 'What?! No! No-no-no!' But suddenly, something clicked inside, and he froze mid-action, with a ridiculous smile and his lip caught between his teeth.

"Alright, shut up, slut, just stay like that. I need to figure this out..." Ryan said irritably, shifting his gaze back to the screen.

'Come on... find something! Get me out of here!' Max mentally pleaded, watching as the technician searched for something on his tablet.

Finally, Ryan paused, his face lighting up as if he'd found the solution. But before Max could feel any relief, Ryan frowned.

"Looks like you've got a settings error..." he muttered without looking up. "I'll have to reset you to factory defaults..."

'Reset to factory settings?! What the hell does that mean?!' Ryan entered a series of quick commands on the tablet. The last system message flashed before Max’s eyes:

"Rebooting. Awaiting instructions..."

Darkness consumed him completely, leaving only emptiness.