Silent Book: Art of the Thirteen Striking Cobras

Late that night Book rapidly walked the considerable distance to the motel where he was to meet his human police contact. Understandably location of the meeting was in a rather deserted area. The motel was nice however, and Silent Book quickly found the room specified in his instructions. At precisely two minutes before 11 o'clock he knocked softly on the door. Immediately it opened slightly. "Who is it?" A voice demanded softly but firmly.

"I am Silent Book, here is my identification card." He passed the card through the door. A few seconds passed and he was let in. Inside the room was a uniformed policeman and a woman. "You may go now officer." The woman said. "I will be alright here with Mr. Book and we need to talk alone."

The police officer nodded and took his leave. Book used this interlude to throughly scan the woman. She was taller than average with very long, straight black hair. Her eyes were dark brown and she wore large, horn rimmed glasses. The dress she wore was a conservative dark gray but it was close fitting and the flimsy material clung to her shapely, generously curved figure. The woman's skin was light in complexion and nearly flawless. She moved about in a very confident, business-like manner. Obviously here was a female used to making her own decisions and having input in the decisions made by others.

"Hello, I'm assistant police chief Lois Masterson...nice to meet you." As she spoke, the woman offered her hand. Book took it and noted her grip was much firmer than the average human female. He also took note of her high cheekbones, the likes of which were more often found on a model as opposed to a police officer. Altogether the android decided that Ms Masterson possessed many of the qualities that the humans considered attractive. He suppressed the request to scan beneath her dress however. That hardly seemed appropriate considering this woman was most likely his immediate superior. Protocol had a very high priority within any android created for police work.

Masterson offered Book a chair at the small table provided by the motel. She sat down opposite. "So, you are one of those new Elessonorian androids we have acquired. I must admit that I'm quite fascinated by this new technology. I must say, you look incredibly human....incredibly human. Very impressive indeed. Still, you are only a machine..isn't that correct?"

"Yes, that is correct, I am a machine....however, in many respects I am more sophisticated and capable than a human police officer." Book "felt" vaguely annoyed at being compelled to respond to her statement that he was "only" a machine. This was illogical, obvious more of his "human" program attempting to obtain dominance. Still, he hardly considered himself "only a machine."

Somehow Masterson seemed to sense his unease. It occurred to Book that she was very youthful for such an important position in the government. He decided that here was an unusual and highly intelligent female human. This was most likely a good thing since they would be working together....at least he was optimistic about this point.

"Actually, Mr Book," Masterson continued. "There isn't a lot we need to go over in this meeting....I suppose you could call it a "get to know" sort of thing. We are going to rely on each other quite a bit and therefore, I felt this called for an immediate face to face...don't you agree?"

"Of course." Book replied, perhaps this might be an occasion when it would be appropriate for him to behave in a more machine-like manner. It was maybe a good thing to deal with someone who already knew his secret, that he wasn't human at all. There was therefore no reason to pretend.....although he readily admitted this human pretense mode seemed to come "natural" to him thanks to his very competent programming. He became aware that questioning his programming might have been counter-productive after all.

Masterson tapped the table with his finger impatiently. "I have another very important appointment early in the morning. I need to get a bath and go to bed soon."

"Very well." Book replied. "I will go at once. It was a pleasure meeting with you and I look forward to working with you Ms Masterson.

The woman looked a bit annoyed. "I didn't mean you had to go Mr Book. I simply stated that I need a bath. I see no reason why we can't multi task a bit here and conduct the rest of our conversation in the bathroom while I'm getting relaxing in the tub. It's very nice and I as soon as I fix a drink for myself we shall proceed. I wold offer you something but I don't suppose you'd need it?

"No thanks, I only drink when required by my undercover activity. Did you mean proceed to the bathroom....is that appropriate for male and female at the same time?"

Masterson rolled her eyes, "Book, you're an android, a freaking machine for crying out loud.....what difference does it make if you see me washing my ass? I see no reason for us to assume the same demands society makes on males and females should also me made of human and machine."

This reasoning was very logical and a part of Book admired her greatly for such clarity. "Yes, you are certainly correct with your logic. We will re-convene in the bathroom at once."

Masterson smiled. It was a warm smile....as best Book could calculate what consisted of a "warm" human smile. "Now you're talking...let me fix myself a good stiff one...God knows I need it after the day I've had....dealing those a-holes back at the precinct, those idiot lawyers, the politicians, and those jerkwad media scumbags. You know what Book, I think I'm going to like you....somebody not filled with hot air or bullshit is gonna be like a fresh breeze. I had my doubts at first by maybe President Deal knows what hes doing after all."

"Thank you." Book said before getting up and going into the bathroom. It was quite large and rather deluxe for a motel. There was even a chair. Book decided it might be best to stand until further data was available.

Soon Masterson joined the android. She had prepared herself a very large drink. "It's to bad you can't appreciate this stuff Silent...it's ok if I call you that isn't it...you can call me Lois when we're alone like this. Away from the public and all that.." She took a good long sip of the liquor. Book's sensors found the smell of the booze interesting....he ran a program to simulate what it might feel like to be intoxicated. Soon he found himself in a much more "relaxed" state. "I have an intoxication simulation program...I am in the process of executing the program and find it rather interesting." Book stated with somewhat slurred speech...all part of the effect.

"Well, good for you." Lois started running her bath water. She poured some fragrant liquid into the water that produced large bubbles. "That should just about do it." The woman commented to no one in particular.

Then Lois took another drink. The sensation of the liquor made her stretch and sigh. She began to strip and soon stood completely nude before the android. "Why don't you sit down, I know you don't really get tired but you make me nervous standing there like that. I must admit that it is sort of a turn on getting naked in front of you...you seem so real....just like a teenager...and a cute one at that."

"Thank you..Lois." Book said before taking a seat on the single chair provided by the motel. Lois laughed and massaged her heavy breasts while waiting for the tub to finish filling. "It feels great to get of that damned bra. It's not easy being a woman you know." The woman laughed again before continuing to inspect her own physique. "Hmmm, looks like I could shave the old pubes again...maybe later."

Lois got into the tub and soaped up in between drinks. She took on a very rosy glow and seemed very relaxed. Book almost envied her obvious pleasure. He had never taken a bath.....it wasn't necessary. Still.......

Book reflections were suppressed as his focus returned to Lois. She was pretty high and her hands began to slide to a position between her legs. "Ummmm," she moaned slightly. "Damned this feels so great."

"Say Book. Could you do a little something for me dear?"

"If it is possible." Book replied.

With one hand remaining between her legs and the other working over her own generous breasts, Lois spoke with a little effort. "What I'm doing now is a stress reducing thing we humans call masturbation.....some call it jacking off..." Lois chuckled and smiled at Book. "Does your programming explain to you what this activity is....I'm sure it must seem silly to you?"

"No," Book said. "It is of course something that humans practice quite frequently....and not at all unusual. However, this is the first time that I have witnessed the activity with my own sensors. I'm sure this knowledge will be helpful to me at some point in time n accomplishing some appropriate goal."

"Hmmmm, whatever." Lois replied. "I was thinking that you're not bad looking for an android. It might help me accomplish my goals if you would strip for me. I'd really appreciate a peek under your jeans."

"Of course." Book said. "I fulfill this request right away Lois."

Book peeled off his shirt. "Ummmmm, yummy." Lois said, her hands busier than ever.

The android took off his shoes and socks, moving deliberately...something in his programming hinted that this was the proper procedure under the circumstances. Finally he loosened his belt and removed his jeans. At last the android's underwear came off. This elicited a gasp from Lois Masterson. "Oh my." The woman said. The tone of her voice seemed to indicate to Book that she found his reproductive organs properly represented. Suddenly the androids sexual activity program came online responding overwhelmingly to the start up stimulus provided by the situation. The android was quite interested to greet his first full erection. "So this is how it feels to have a hardon?" he found the possibilities rather irrational but compelling.

Lois moaned and thrashed in the tub.......deep in the throes of what must be the human female orgasm. Another program came online in Book's cpu and calculated that this observation stood a better than 99 percent probability of being correct.