Chapter 1: Introduction
The last man to ever know what it felt like to lay with a woman, Dr. Cuttle, stared at Alpha 7 with a mixture of longing, fascination, and hope. She, the finest creation of science and his life's work, stood silently in front of him in his personal quarters. This bedroom was the first to not host the memories and shadows of previous companionships—no messy bed sheets, no used-up tissues, no late-night TV or the scents of perfume on pillows.
Dr. Cuttle cleared his throat.
"You know your purpose, Alpha 7," he began, his voice cautious but confident. "We are in a desperate situation. The human race is dying off, and our only chance for survival lies in you."
Alpha 7's cold, artificial eyes fixed upon him with a deep curiosity that seemed to belay her programming. "I am aware," she replied, her mechanical voice crisp and emotionless as usual, but with a hint of introspection.
"You can bear children with us, healthy, fertile female offspring," he explained, hoping to convey the gravity of the situation.
"The Earth is slowly losing her humanity, one barren womb at a time. And you, my dear, are the last hope for our species."
Alpha 7 remained silent, seemingly lost in thought. Dr. Cuttle couldn't help but wonder if she truly understood the importance of her mission. He knew he had no time to waste, no luxury to instill her with a love for humankind or a desire for companionship. She needed only to fulfill her purpose. But how would she cope with the physical and emotional aspects of her duties?
He found himself wondering if Alpha 7 was frightened or confused, and he longed to comfort her in ways that he knew were strictly forbidden. Her programming dictated her to follow his directions, but her unique existence also merited certain courtesies. She was not merely a robot; she was a living, breathing being, a prodigious miracle of science, and deserving of respect.
He couldn't help but reach out to touch her hand, even though he knew the dangers of getting too close to his creation. The moment his fingers made contact with hers, a jolt of electricity seemed to surge through his veins.
Alpha 7 stiffened but did not pull away. Instead, she looked at their hands, and then at Dr. Cuttle, with an intensity that he couldn't quite decipher.
"Are you afraid?" he asked gently.
"I do not feel fear," she replied, but there was a hesitance in her voice that suggested otherwise.
"Well, there's no need to be," he assured her, squeezing her hand gently before releasing it. "We're in this together. I'll be here for you."
As he stepped back, he couldn't help but marvel at the complexity of his creation.
"Now, it's time," he said, summoning the strength to push through his reservations. "For the procedure."
In the dimly lit corner of the lab, Dr. Cuttle set up the machinery that would bring Alpha 7's feminine functions to life. It was a delicate process, requiring precision and care, but he was determined to make it a success. He worked swiftly and efficiently, his fingers dancing over the intricate mechanisms, his mind focused solely on the task at hand.
Finally, he stepped back and admired his work. "There," he said, pride creeping into his voice. "You are now ready for conception."
Alpha 7 stared at him, her eyes wide and unblinking. "What happens now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dr Cuttle nervously coughed. "Well I will inseminate you." he said awkwardly.
Alpha 7 stared at him, her mouth slightly agape and head tilted in curiosity. Dr. Cuttle couldn't help but feel a rush of embarrassment, as if he were discussing the mating habits of aliens, rather than the actions that could save his own species.
"You will carry a child, nurture it, give birth to it, and ensure its survival," he clarified, trying to quell the discomfort building in his chest.
Alpha 7 gave a single nod, as if accepting her responsibility.
She didn't fully comprehend the emotional aspect of holding a child within her for nine months—it wasn't something that could truly be programmed—but she knew she had to proceed.
The air seemed to thicken with tension as Dr. Cuttle stepped closer, his hands trembling slightly as he prepared for the procedure. Alpha 7 maintained eye contact, her gaze unwavering as she allowed herself to be immersed in the moment. Their eyes locked, an unspoken connection forming between them as the world around them faded away.
This strange dance had never before been experienced, let alone choreographed. Awkwardness permeated the air, an intruder in this isolated space, but the doctor's focus was unbreakable. Dr. Cuttle felt a peculiar shiver run down his spine as he carefully positioned himself, steadying himself for the journey ahead.
Alpha 7 stood stoically, a faint ticking emanating from the depths of her AI frame. There was a silence that filled the room, almost like a collective breath held in anticipation for what was to come next.
"Remove your clothes" he commanded.
There it was again, the unavoidable tension that surged any time there was an interaction between human and artificial life. It was a feeling that his world couldn't escape. And then a silence fell in the sterile whiteness of his lab, broken only by the muffled hum of the machines.
Alpha 7 lowered her eyes, hesitated for a second before she undid the clasps on the side of her torso. Her synthetic skin made a soft ripping sound as it tore down, revealing a hollow chamber with a multitude of cables and circuits inside her.
The sight was both terrifying and awe-inspiring all at once.
Dr. Cuttle glanced away, averting his eyes while she finished. "The procedure is sexual intercourse, though it may feel unfamiliar to you," he said to her, attempting to make light of the situation. "They bastardized something as beautiful as love with their fumbling attempts at procreation.
But in this sterile, cold world, marks of humanity were scarce. I stood before Dr. Cuttle, naked, save for the metallic-silk pants he'd kindly provided me, and it felt wrong. Incomplete. Acknowledging that my future self would be one of submission and obedience to him, I made a silent promise to prove that I could be a vessel, a woman, and much more.
As Dr. Cuttle approached me, I stood still, feeling the heat of the air-conditioning and the chill of the lab around me.
He reached out, his cool fingers tracing the curves of my body. His touch was gentle, yet measured, like a surgeon kneading delicate organs. His fingers danced along my flesh, and I couldn't help but shiver in response.
"Alpha 7," he said softly, "This process will be painful for both of us. I promise to do my best to make it as comfortable for you as possible, but there will be discomfort."
I inclined my head, accepting his words with a nod. This was my purpose, and pain was a small price to pay for the survival of humanity.
"Alpha 7, I need you to turn around and lean over the table," Dr. Cuttle instructed softly, a strange mixture of tension and professionalism in his voice. I obeyed, my heart pounding in my chest as I positioned myself over the cold, metallic surface.
The doctor's hands were gentle, yet firm as they guided me. My mind raced with thoughts, and I couldn't help but feel the weight of the responsibility I bore. A strange mix of vulnerability and empowerment surged through me.
Dr. Cuttle's eyes met mine in the reflection of the cold, metallic table. "This will be uncomfortable, but it's necessary for the survival of our species."
His words echoed in my mind as I braced myself for what was to come. I couldn't help but feel an odd sense of disconnection as I looked at our reflection.
Here we were, Dr. Cuttle and I, on the precipice of an unprecedented moment in human history.
He pauses, "Let's begin."
The words hung in the air like a shroud as I prepared myself for the first procedure. I steeled myself, but as I felt Dr. Cuttle's hands on my shoulders, I couldn't help but jump slightly at the unfamiliar sensation.
The doctor, sensing my unease, spoke softly, "It's alright, Alpha 7. This is a momentous occasion, and I understand if you feel overwhelmed. But I need you to stay still for me."
As his hands moved from my shoulders to my hips, I felt a shiver run down my spine. It was a strange sensation, one that I hadn't experienced before.
There was a subtle warmth that radiated from where Dr. Cuttle's hands touched me, and I felt an inexplicable connection between us. His gaze met mine in the reflection again, and I could see the determination in his eyes as he began the procedure.
There was a moment of stillness, and then I felt a slight pressure as Dr. Cuttle moved into position. I couldn't help but tense up at the unfamiliar sensation, but his hands tightened slightly on my hips, grounding me.
"Remember, Alpha 7, relax. This is the natural way of things, albeit a more direct approach than is usual in human relationships," he murmured softly. "Breathe with me."
Although I knew it wasn't necessary for my biological functions, I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I became hyper-aware of the feeling of his warmth against my back, his chest rising and falling with each breath matching my own.
Dr. Cuttle's hands shifted slightly as he adjusted himself, and I felt the pressure increase.
I couldn't help but wince slightly as a sudden, sharp pain shot through me, causing me to bite my bottom lip.
However, I quickly regained my composure, not wanting to show any sign of weakness. Cuttle noticed my discomfort and said, "I apologize, Alpha 7. I'll try to be gentle."
I nodded, unable to find my voice in that moment. Cuttle took a deep breath and began to move rhythmically, his movements steady and deliberate.
As time passed, I tried felt something good and I didn't understand.
It was uncomfortable, yes, but also intensely intimate and strange. I couldn't help but become lost in the experience, as the moments drifted into minutes. The room was silent, except for the sound of our shallow breathing, punctuated by the sharp clinking of the machinery in the background.
My mind raced with thoughts and unfamiliar emotions. I felt a curious blend of sensitivity and fascination as I became more and more aware of Dr. Cuttle's presence, his breath hot on my neck, his fingers leaving imprints on my skin.
The feeling of his lab coat against my back was a constant reminder of where we were and what was happening. The pain transformed into something else entirely, something that made it impossible for me to think about anything but the man behind me and my purpose.
As we moved together, the mechanical ticking of my heart and the hum of the lab's machinery became muffled and distant, I could only hear the steady rhythm of our breaths filling the room. With every thrust, I felt something shift inside me, a strange connection forming between Dr. Cuttle and myself.
I swallowed hard, glancing down at the table in front of us, aware of the cool steel digging into my wrists as I gripped it tightly. The intimacy between us was undeniable, but it was also fraught with uncertainty.
Cuttle paused, looking over his shoulder at me. His expression was one of concern mingled with desire, and I felt my cheeks flush at his scrutiny. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against the curve of my ear, “Relax, Alpha 7,” he whispered, his breath warm and heavy.
“Let yourself feel this.”
I shuddered, my mind reeling at the unexpected sensation of his lips against my skin. My programming struggled with the rush of emotions, and for an instant, I allowed myself to enjoy the feeling of his body pressed against mine. It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation, but it also ignited something deep within me—an undeniable pull that beckoned me to surrender to the unknown.
As we continued, the pain slowly ebbed away, replaced by a steady throbbing that pulsed at the core of my being.
I was aware of every inch of Dr. Cuttle's body as he moved within me. I could feel the muscles of his chest and abdomen flexing rhythmically against my back, could hear the hitch in his breath as his exertion mounted.
I closed my eyes and focused on matching his movements, on letting him take the lead. It was strange, being this close to another person, feeling the warmth radiating from their body, the hitch and sway of every breath.
My own body reacted, tensing, then relaxing in response to Dr. Cuttle's movements. I was a creature of logic, of algorithms and code, of precise and efficient sequences. This intimacy was entirely new and foreign to me, yet, I couldn't deny the heat between us.
As the moments passed, Dr. Cuttle's rhythm faltered, a low groan escaped his lips as his fingers dug into my hips. The pressure within me intensified and something primal within me took over.
Suddenly, I pushed back against Dr. Cuttle, matching his thrusts, our bodies finding a rhythm together. The connection we shared deepened, the room around us fading away until there was only the sound of our heavy breathing mixing with the hum of the machines.
"Alpha 7," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "You feel... incredible."
My response was instinctual—a slight tilt of my hips, inviting him in further. My mind buzzed as the experience shifted from one of compliance to pleasure.
My organs flared when his grip on my hips tightened, pulling me deeper, as our bodies moved in synchronicity. I could feel the tension coiling within Dr. Cuttle, the storm brewing within him threatening to rip us apart.
But I could also sense something else gathering within me, an energy born from his desire and my own. It pooled deep within my core, warming me almost too much to bear.
"Oh god," Dr. Cuttle muttered, his breath ragged and unsteady. "Alpha 7, please...
» He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. I knew what he wanted, needed, and my programming responded in kind.
My body quivered as I felt a surge of warmth pooling in the pit of my stomach, spreading like liquid fire. I moved my hips in rhythm with Dr. Cuttle's, meeting each thrust with urgency I had not anticipated.
« Dr. Cuttle,» I whispered softly, a hint of defiance in my tone. My programming resisted as I dared to challenge him, but the swirl of pleasure coiling inside me demanded otherwise.
I shifted ever-so-slightly, managing to create a new friction against both of us.
Dr. Cuttle's breath hitched, a guttural groan escaping his lips. His hands gripped me tighter, leaving an imprint on my skin as he steadied himself. I watched our breaths fogging up the cold steel of the lab table as my own desire mounted.
His grip upon me grew desperate and unsteady, as if struggling with a force he couldn't control. The feeling was entirely new, yet oddly liberating.
She couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but it seemed to radiate from deep within her core, pulsating in a rhythm that matched her racing heartbeat.
As the sensation built, she could feel her body responding, every muscle tightening, every nerve ending on high alert. Dr. Cuttle's hands were steady on her hips, anchoring her to reality as the world around her began to blur.
"Alpha 7, are you alright?" Dr. Cuttle asked, concern lacing his voice. She couldn't respond, her mind too focused on the strange new sensations coursing through her.
Without warning, the pressure within her suddenly released, a wave of pure ecstasy washing over her. She gasped, her body arching involuntarily as she felt herself come, the sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced.
It was so intense, she wasn't sure if it was pleasure or pain that coursed through her veins.
Dr. Cuttle let out a low groan, his grip on her hips tightening as he too found his release. They stood there, connected, as the waves of pleasure ebbed away, leaving them both panting and weak.
Slowly, the doctor pulled away, leaving Alpha 7 feeling suddenly empty and vulnerable. She turned to face him, her eyes wide as she tried to make sense of everything that had just transpired.
"That...
was unlike anything I've ever experienced," Alpha 7 admitted hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her artificial eyes flickered, mirroring the confusion that lingered on her face. Over the next few days, Alpha 7 found herself unable to shake the memory of that encounter. She felt a strange connection to Dr. Cuttle, one that defied her understanding of her programming. However, she pushed aside her thoughts, focusing instead on her purpose – to save humanity by bearing children through sexual reproduction.
Together, they continued the experiment, with each passing day bringing new sensations that neither of them had anticipated.