22nd Century Sex Dolls

(1)
The dazzling purple light reflected on the huge protective shield above the city gradually faded, and my mood began to
decline. Another day had passed, and business hadn't even opened yet. I could already see the stern,
unpleasant face of the boss, Michael.
So, when the luxurious Thunderbird hovercar silently parked in front of the shop, my extremely listless
spirit rebounded to excitement in less than a microsecond. Never before had such a big shot taken the
initiative to patronize a small, low-class shop like ours. I had a strong feeling that this deal would definitely be made, but it
might not be so easy to do.
Two men in black got out of the car first, looked around, and stood guard by the door, facing outwards, motionless. Then
a man got out of the car with a swagger and walked into the shop.
Aside from his imposing manner, the man didn't seem particularly special on the outside. A middle-aged man, slightly overweight, wearing tinted
glasses, and dressed in high-quality fabric. I also inadvertently noticed a worm-like scar on the back of his left hand. The scar must have
been deep enough to cause him some difficulty using his left hand, which he simply tucked into his long sleeve.
"Welcome, sir. What can I do for you?" I smiled obsequiously.
He didn't answer, but instead, with a stiff face, he softly pronounced the name of the shop behind me: "Mystic Sex Toys Shop." I must
admit I was ashamed of the shop's name. Several girls I'd met hadn't dared tell me where I worked, always
vaguely saying I was a sales clerk. When they asked what I sold, I'd just say toys. One girl was particularly annoying; she insisted on following
me to my shop to look at "toys," and ended up fainting on the spot. Damn, how unlucky.
"May I come in and take a look?" he asked politely, but with an unyielding air.
"Of course, please." I pressed a remote control button, and the curtain wall behind me slid up quickly,
revealing two rows of neat, deep shelves. Those
seeing this for the first time would be quite startled, because what we were selling wasn't anything else, but
people—two rows of women standing ramrod straight behind the curved glass shelves.
They varied in height and weight, dressed in various exquisite evening gowns, yet all were rare beauties, maintaining
a uniform smile, staring straight ahead.
Let me explain: actually, all twenty or so women here aren't real people, but lifelike
replicas made to indistinguishable from real people. Due to the application of cloning technology and the development of artificial intelligence, these replicas
not only have skin indistinguishable from real people, but also possess relatively independent thinking and action abilities. As long as
it's within the scope of the designed program, they can perform even better than real people.
Clearly, these female replicas were produced for only one purpose: to satisfy men's sexual desires.
The origins of this issue can be traced back a century. Due to the advancements in cloning and genetic technology,
the development of the next generation of embryos could now be completed in a simulated uterus instead of the mother's. This led to a sharp decline in women's social status and a loss
of due respect, giving rise to the new feminist movement. Anti-violence, anti-discrimination, and anti-reproduction sentiments swept the globe
. Simultaneously, men's discontent increased, finding women had lost their former gentleness and virtue, becoming increasingly
like "socialites," and domestic violence was on the rise.
The catalyst occurred 15 years ago, in 2110, when a mother and daughter were brutally
raped and murdered in their home. The police were unable to solve the case, shrouded in mystery. Exposure on the internet sparked global outrage, and long-
simmering resentment erupted like a volcanic eruption, directly leading to the gender war of 2111—an absurd war
that lasted for two full years.
Because men controlled a large number of sophisticated weapons, women naturally didn't gain any advantage. However, their
mutually destructive "human bomb" tactics caused men considerable headaches. The end result was massive population loss,
leading men to sue for peace and enter into a treaty, designating Old Australia as a single-society settlement for women.
80% of the female population voluntarily migrated there, severing ties with male-dominated society. Only a small minority chose
to continue living within the male-dominated community.
While the problem appeared solved, a significant hidden danger remained: the severe gender imbalance created
a series of social problems that couldn't be fundamentally resolved by simply encouraging masturbation or homosexuality.
Men's sexual desires surged, and despite severe punishments, rape continued to occur. Women remaining in the male-
dominated community protested vehemently, threatening to emigrate to Australia en masse if measures weren't taken quickly. Under these
circumstances, a new generation of sex dolls began to be vigorously promoted.
Sex toys initially stemmed from improvements on inflatable dolls. After a Japanese scientific genius, Hisashi Kameto , incorporated
an artificial intelligence chip, these dolls became animated and could speak. Furthermore, their skin, created using cloning technology, possessed a lifelike
texture. Most importantly, they were submissive, never resisting. Besides being proficient in various sexual positions, they also performed
simple service tasks. Consequently, they became immensely popular with men upon their release, becoming one of the most important inventions of the 22nd century
and winning the 2102 Nobel Prize for Invention.
Initially, feminist organizations were outraged, denouncing them as a profound insult to women. Later, the head of the United Government
personally intervened, allowing them to use the same technology to create male sex dolls. Several
male sex dolls were secretly gifted to feminist leaders for trial use. Opponents observed a significant decrease in criminal activity and
gradually fell silent.
However, while the United Government never officially recognized the legality of sex dolls, it effectively tacitly approved their
entry into ordinary households, replacing the traditional role of the female head of the household. The high manufacturing costs made them unaffordable for most
, leading to the emergence of cheaper prostitute and dancer dolls.
More than a decade has passed. Although the original perpetrator has still not been caught, such violent crimes have miraculously
stopped, and the "last rape-murder case" has gradually faded from people's conversations.
But I digress; I need to focus on the business at hand.
The middle-aged man, like a military parade, slowly paced between two rows of "women," scrutinizing each of these
beautiful, unconscious faces.
I enthusiastically introduced them, "This is the famous beauty Catherine Zeta-Jones. Look how sexy her breasts are
… Oh, you have excellent taste! That's Marilyn Monroe! Those long legs could clamp down on a little brother…"
"It's hard to stop the flow even when you're squeezing... Japanese superstar beauty Hamaji Ayumi, a bit short, with delicate features, facial ejaculation must be really
... great... what do you think?"
He walked to the end and stopped. "Why are they all old women from the last century?"
I smiled bitterly. "Sir, you must know that since the last century, movies and TV shows have used 3D virtual characters
. Nowadays, women are unwilling to dress up for men, and their figures have long lost their proportions. It's so hard to find a standard model. It seems
that women from the 20th century are the most feminine. I can guarantee that they are absolutely real clones,
authentic, you'll know once you try them."
"Can't they move?"
I stepped forward and smiled obsequiously. "They can move, they can move. Don't look down on them just because they're like Barbie dolls now. As long as they're
activated on the program board, they'll be completely naked, charming and alluring, tsk tsk. Do you want to take a look?" My
gaze gradually became hazy.
The middle-aged man didn't seem satisfied. His gaze passed over the posing movie stars and singers, shooting randomly into the messy corner
.
"What's that?" He pointed to an object covered by silk in the corner.
I was secretly startled, my smile froze on my face, and my words lost their fluency. I stammered,
"That, it's also..."
"A sex doll? Let me see." He strode over, pulled away the silk, and revealed
the body of a black-haired girl. She was very youthful, around 18 years old. Her figure wasn't as exaggerated as the previous lifelike dolls, with prominent buttocks and breasts.
Instead, she looked innocent and pure. She didn't smile, and her eyes seemed to hold a hint of melancholy.
"What's her name?"
I blurted out, "Venus," then realized my mistake and quickly corrected myself, "No, no, I just made it up
, she doesn't actually have a name."
"Venus, the goddess of love, that's a nice name. What's the price?"
Michael's estimate was 500,000 pesos, which was already an astronomical
price compared to the 100,000 pesos for a regular sex doll. I gritted my teeth, "1.5 million pesos, please."
"Okay, it's settled then."
This man always spoke so concisely and forcefully that I had no time to think. It could be said that he
gave me an invisible pressure from the moment he entered the room, a very powerful feeling.
I opened my mouth, but I had nothing to say.
(2)
Venus is different from other dolls. She was secretly delivered one night last month. The boss, Michael
, mysteriously and repeatedly told me not to tell anyone, only to sell her privately, and for a high price. I
asked him why he wanted a high price, because from the outside, she was not better than the previous ones. Michael said impatiently
that her AI had been upgraded, but she couldn't get an approval number, so she had to sell it secretly.
I stayed with her alone all night during the power-on test.
The store's third chapter, first clause explicitly stated that employees and merchandise must never have sexual relations, because each
item is designed to be exclusively for one owner. Her two holes, front and back, have a membrane that cannot be replicated;
once pierced by an external object, it loses its value, and no customer would want a used item.
Furthermore, before the sex doll is activated, the holes are so small that only a needle can be inserted. During the first sexual intercourse
, she can automatically adjust the size of the opening according to the size of the owner's penis, until the owner feels the most comfortable and stimulated
position. Therefore, when a man plays with a sex doll, no matter how many times he has had sex, it remains as tight and soft as a virgin's
, and even if the size is small, there will be no sense of loss. This is what makes sex dolls surpass real people.
However, the lower body of a sex doll that has been sexually assaulted will darken slightly because their skin is still
active, and the chemical reaction of semen is also at play.
Therefore, it's easy to tell whether a sex doll has been deflowered. If I couldn't resist
having sex with one of the dolls in the store, I only had two choices: first, buy her; second, be sued and get
a restraining order, spending my life paying off the debt.
I'd only been working for less than a year, with little savings, so I could only drool over those big breasts and buttocks, masturbate,
and at most secretly open the glass case at night to touch them for a moment.
Every week, I had to activate every unsold doll, give them a workout,
improve their circulation, and prevent them from dying. But those were all sluts; as soon as they came to life, they would hurriedly undress, moan,
masturbate, filling the room with a sensual atmosphere and obscene language, completely ignoring my presence.
For a hot-blooded young man barely twenty, this was undoubtedly a great torment.
Venus was different. She sat quietly before me, rarely speaking, never smiling, very timid, afraid of
any unknown noises around her. When frightened, she would crouch down, huddle together, and tremble. I completely forgot
her identity; all I saw was a pitiful little girl. I couldn't help but hug that frail body
, feeling a surge of tenderness.
I could tell she didn't resist me; her trembling stopped, and her body seemed to warm up.
Later, I often secretly activated Venus at night behind my boss's back. We would sit side-by-side on the rooftop with its tin roof,
watching the stars.
Through the thick, transparent protective shield, the starry sky seemed blurry and unreachable, but it was better than nothing. My elders
told me that over a hundred years ago, lovers could lie on the green grass anytime, anywhere, looking up to watch shooting stars streak
across the sky—a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Unfortunately, due to severe air pollution, the ozone layer disappeared, green plants withered, wild animals
died, farmland was abandoned, and people fled to cities from all directions.
Huge protective shields were erected over each city to filter the glaring sunlight, relying on machinery for photosynthesis to maintain normal life activities and
using synthetic foods to fill their stomachs. From then on, only a few colors remained before our eyes; large swathes
of gray were common, along with the purple hues of sunlight diffusing across the shields. Only at night, on clear moonlit nights
, could we faintly see a sliver of blue starlight through the leaden clouds.
I told Venus that I loved looking up at the sky like this, loved searching for that sliver
of blue through the gray gaps; compared to facing the cold, metallic forest all day long, it was pure bliss.
I also said that when I look at the stars, I always feel a great sense of sorrow, feeling so small and
lonely. I am a clone. Of course, all young people like me in this world are clones.
Every year, the United Government decides to take a certain percentage of genes from the gene bank to clone babies based on the total population, thus maintaining
the balance of the entire population. I was unfortunately chosen, coming into this world without any choice, not knowing
who my mother was, not knowing what relatives I have, not knowing my value in this world. The umbilical cord is just a
thin birth certificate, on which someone arbitrarily filled in a name, "Alex".
I kept talking to Venus about these boring things, and only she would sit quietly and be my loyal
listener. I know she doesn't understand, but it doesn't matter. It feels wonderful to have a girl by my side, and that's enough
.
Sometimes, we would snuggle together like lovers, and I would play the Scottish bagpipes, playing a tune and singing "
The End of the Century Love Song".
"If I were the wind
, I would gently lift you up , letting you 　　drift
freely in the air , 　　like an unburdened spirit. 　　If I were the sea 　　, I would tenderly embrace you 　　, letting you sway in my generous heart, and drift off to 　　sleep 　　in the mermaid's song 　　..." 　　 The melodious music and singing flowed like a clear spring in the air. In that instant, the world fell silent, 　　the air became pure, and the moonlight draped us like gauze. I truly wished this moment could last forever. I 　　 could tell she especially loved this music; each time, her face radiated happiness. I wondered if it was just my 　　imagination, but I could even see a glimmer in her eyes. 　　 I made a decision: earn money, earn enough to redeem her, and spare her 　　the suffering of being a sex doll for men. 　　 I named her Venus. 　　 I also told her to call me by my nickname, Alex, but she always called me by my full name, Alex. 　　 When she parted her lips slightly and called my name for the first time, I seemed to see a nameless melancholy hidden deep in her eyes 　　. 　　 Thankfully, none of the guests who came took a liking to her; even those who were scared off were deterred by my exorbitant prices. To avoid future 　　trouble, I simply covered her with silk. Unexpectedly, this wealthy middle-aged man took a liking to her today, completely ignoring 　　my outrageous offer. Given his decisive demeanor, I reckon he wouldn't even blink if I offered 2 million pesos 　　. 　　 Facing the middle-aged man's arrogantly slapped out a credit card, I was panicked, filled with regret, a mix of emotions, 　　as if a piece of my heart had been ripped out. But what's done is done; I couldn't change it, I could only accept reality. 　　 He gestured for me to activate Venus. 　　 I listlessly completed the formalities, popped open the glass cover, connected the cable, and entered the middle-aged man 　　's name, "Alfonso," into my laptop. I scanned his fingerprints; with a single press of the transfer button, the master's file would be sent to 　　the chip in Venus's brain. Unless Alfonso died or transferred her, Venus would forever remain his 　　sex slave. 　　 What a cruel reality. Distracted, I inadvertently selected " 　　Allow self-deletion of master's file after a certain time limit" while inputting data—a serious violation of the contract. Yet, I consciously didn't change it, though I didn't understand my 　　motives. Fortunately, Alfonso was only focused on Venus and didn't notice. 　　 The indicator light illuminated, the transfer complete. Venus gracefully stepped down from the display stand, walked to Alfonso, and 　　softly said in a familiar, magnetic female voice, "Sir." 　　 Alfonso extended his right middle finger and inserted it between Venus's legs, groping. I knew he was verifying her virginity 　　. Venus remained expressionless and motionless. After a long silence, Alfonso withdrew his hand, stood up straight, and said arrogantly, "Kneel 　　down. From now on, you may only call me Master." 　　 Venus knelt down, her pert nose less than a centimeter from the man's protruding crotch. "Master." 　　 A new sex doll was born. 　　 "What's your name?" 　　 She looked at me with a hint of resentment and said, "I don't have a name. Alex calls me Venus." 　　 The man grinned at me, a rare occurrence, and said, "That's a good name. You can call her that." 　　 I felt a surge of anger for no reason. This arrogant guy not only insulted the angel in my heart to my face but also 　　insulted the name I had given her. However, the shop rules, Chapter Two, Section Two, stipulated that employees must not 　　argue with customers under any circumstances, so I had to suppress my anger. 　　 "My love slave isn't very obedient and doesn't quite understand my personality. Young man, could I borrow your 　　place to train her a little more?" It was a question, but it was actually a statement. Money talks, and that saying is timeless 　　. 　　 I said stiffly, "Go ahead." 　　 He pulled a whip from his pocket as if by magic and yelled at Venus, "Crawl around me!" 　　 Sex toys are designed with three principles: first, they must never 　　attack a human under any circumstances; second, they must unconditionally provide sexual services to their owner under any circumstances; and third, 　　they must unconditionally obey their owner's commands under any circumstances, including self-destruction. 　　 Venus obeyed, without hesitation putting her hands on the ground and crawling like a dog around a two-meter square circle 　　. 　　 I've been in this line of work for over a year and have seen all sorts of people, including guys with perverted tastes like Alfonso 　　. Last time, an old man bought Kim Hee-sun and started groping and licking her. In his excitement, he even 　　bit off one of her nipples on the spot. Kim Hee-sun screamed in pain and ran naked around the room. I had to 　　help catch him. In my mind, they were all replicas, like lifeless toys. But for some reason 　　, I developed feelings for Venus alone. A certain human emotion lingered, and seeing her humiliated 　　caused me immense sorrow. 　　 Alfonso sneered and lashed her back with a whip. Venus cried out in alarm, her clothes torn, revealing her snow-white skin.

A long, crimson welt appeared on her white back. The whip rained down, and soon Venus's clothes were
stripped away, her body covered in blood-red marks. But she couldn't stop; without orders, she had to crawl
down, unable to resist, and even her attempts to dodge were limited to staying within
the reach of her master's whip.
I saw Venus's eyes, bloodshot, with two flames burning within them.
Venus, like a truly suffering girl, struggled desperately in endless torment, her hair disheveled, her breathing
rapid, her hands and feet flailing helplessly, but her futile struggles only brought more brutal beatings.
Sex dolls don't have tears, but they do feel pain, because their skin is cloned, exactly like a real person's
, made of active carbohydrates, even possessing artificial hearts and blood, and a nervous system. However,
their pain is simulated, so realistically portrayed that it's believable.
I'd never really believed in sex dolls having feelings. I thought their pain was something scientists
deliberately created to satisfy sadistic cravings, giving them a sliver of self-
respect through the groans of women in agony—unreal, like a prostitute's orgasm. But seeing Venus's despairing eyes today, I was
convinced. I had to believe that every pang of pain traveled through her delicate nerves, penetrating deep into her mind.
I suddenly erupted in fury.
"Enough!"
Alfonso looked up, his gaze chilling. "What did you just say?"
I forced a smile. "Excuse me, sir, I meant our shop is closed. You can leave now."
He glanced at me, pulled out a titanium steel collar with a long chain, locked it around Venus's slender neck, and, pulling on
the chain, forced her to crawl away.
As he passed me, he said coldly, "Watch your attitude, lad. This woman is my
runaway slave. I haven't settled accounts with you yet." He gritted his teeth, then turned away without looking back.
Venus swayed behind, her snow-white buttocks particularly striking in the dimly lit room.
A chill ran through me.
A runaway slave! God!
The Thunderbird started silently and flew away.
I sat there, dazed, feeling as if the room had been emptied out. I
didn't even notice Michael coming in until he shook me frantically.
I noticed he was just as dazed.
"Where's that girl?"
"Which girl?"
Michael pointed to the empty corner of the wall. "There."
"Sold."
"Who bought her?"
"A man named Alfonso. He said she was his runaway slave."
Michael sat down on the ground in frustration, sweating profusely. "This is bad, this is bad. I knew something bad would happen. Damn it,
that John kid has ruined me."
"Who exactly is Alfonso?"
Michael suddenly jumped up, pointed at my nose and shouted, "You, you don't know anything, you didn't
see anything, you didn't hear anything, understand?"
I said blankly, "Understood."
(3)
From that day on, Michael disappeared for a long time. It seemed that what Alfonso said might be true. In fact,
Michael's worries were unnecessary. The other party didn't come looking for trouble at all.
The days remained long and unbearable. People swarmed like ants in the cramped city
, some hiding in tiny gray boxes, others flying around in hovercars. At night,
they gathered and reveled like madmen, a chaotic dance of demons. The world seemed to be on its last legs every day. If this was God's
punishment for humanity, I prayed it would come soon.
After Venus left, I became a different person, very negative. Wandering among the fragrant bodies of Marilyn Monroe and others
, I could no longer feel any interest, like a castrated eunuch.
Why were Venus and the others so different, even though they were all sex dolls?
Could it be that I had fallen in love with Venus?
This wasn't impossible. In fact, with the number of women reduced to negligible levels, many
men treated sex dolls as wives, relying on them for companionship. However, sex dolls had a fatal weakness
: the human body could be simulated, but emotions could not. They could be excellent bed partners, but they could never truly
integrate into real life; the balance remained unresolved. Perhaps this is why society as a whole has become so restless and uneasy.
Yet, I clearly felt that Venus had feelings. When I put my arm around her delicate shoulder, when she
leaned gently against me, when she opened her terrified eyes under violence, I clearly felt it all.
Her feelings, human feelings.
No wind, stifling heat, I sat alone on the rooftop playing the bagpipes.
A nameless anxiety welled up inside me, and I decided to go for a walk.
The streets were full of people, single men and men with women. I could tell at a glance that 95%
of the women here were sex dolls, only differing in their level. I thought maliciously, perhaps before
long, the streets would be filled with these androids, male and female sex dolls intimately
together, while the true masters—humanity—would rot in their homes like clumps of carrion. When human activity only destroys
the world and doesn't build it, will God still need humanity, will He still favor these degenerated, higher-level beings
?
Hovercars whizzed overhead, heading to the upper levels of the city—a world beyond my reach, a world
of fine wine and delicacies, real women, piles of worthless banknotes, and perpetually impeccably clean suits and
ties. I, on the other hand, could only stumble through the dark alleyways of the lowest level, my pockets empty. Fate had arranged things this way
; I had no words to say.
A commotion ahead revealed me that I had unknowingly wandered into Xiangmi Street, a famously brightly lit and bustling area.
A group of people were gathered around a lamppost, watching something, occasionally whistling and cheering. The men and women on the outer circle watched with smiles
, some loudly counting "one hundred and one, one hundred and two…" as if watching a spectacular monkey show.
I peeked out and saw a naked woman kneeling on
the man's abdomen in the open space in the circle, her back to me. She was thrusting rapidly, her long black hair flowing with each movement, and the
silver titanium ring around her snow-white neck was shocking. Each movement caused the thin chains locked to the lamppost to fly and rattle.
The figure was so familiar... Could it be...?
Just then, the man couldn't take it anymore. He gripped the woman's buttocks tightly with both hands and roared,
"Ah, that feels good..." His buttocks slammed up, his legs trembled, his eyes bulged, and a dozen seconds later he collapsed to the ground like a dead snake ,
panting heavily.
"Only one hundred and ten times? That's lame." A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.
The woman stood up, her hairless vulva as smooth as ever, with only a drop of semen slowly dripping from her inner thigh. She
turned around, and it was indeed Venus! Venus!
My God, how could she be in this place? And her body was covered in bruises, the fire in her eyes had
disappeared, leaving them empty and blank.
She looked forlornly at the crowd and said in a calm tone, "Who is the next gentleman?"
Several men called out at the same time, "Me, me."
Venus said to a short man, "Please go first."
The short man's face was flushed with excitement. He was still wearing dirty work clothes, covered in dust, probably having just finished
work and gone home. Lower-class workers like him could never own a high-class sex
doll like Venus, even if they worked hard their whole lives. At best, they could only satisfy their cravings with modified inflatable dolls, or come to places like this to watch
dancers undress and feast their eyes. Such a blessing was something they could never dream of, like a huge treasure falling from the sky.
He hurriedly pulled down his pants, revealing his half-foot-long member, which drew gasps from the crowd.
"Who knew this guy was so small for his size?"
Venus said gently, "Please lie down, let me serve you, okay?"
The man quickly lay down on the floor, and Venus straddled his body, her delicate white hands guiding his erect penis as she
slowly sat down on it, positioning it against her vulva.
I couldn't help but cry out, "Venus!"
As if sensing my voice, Venus stopped and looked in my direction.
I rushed over, grabbed her shoulders, and asked excitedly, "Why are you doing this? Don't you know it's
shameful?"
Venus's dark eyes seemed to light up slightly, but she calmly replied, "Sir, I'm just
faithfully following my master's orders."
"What kind of perverted master is this? What kind of orders are these?"
"He told me to have sex with every man who's willing to have sex with me here. If no one can have sex with me more than 500
times, I have to keep going without rest."
"How many is this?"
"The 87th."
I was speechless, looking at this frail girl with pity. Although her tone was so calm, and although
she wasn't truly human, I knew that as a flexible machine, a sex doll's endurance had its
limits. Venus's face was filled with undisguised weariness. Moreover, they weren't allowed to fake it; every
sexual encounter was a full-force service until death. Therefore, there would never be
a man who could have sex more than 500 times. That Alfonso was a devil; he was clearly trying to cripple and kill Venus.
"Listen to me, stop this nonsense, you're courting death."
Venus shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I must obey my master's orders. If you're interested in me
, please line up." "
No! I want you gone!" I grabbed her hand, trying to pull her away.
The impatient crowd began to clamor, and several men rushed up and punched me hard, knocking me to the
ground, my vision flashing with golden light.
"Come with me!" I screamed hoarsely on the ground. Venus glanced at me coldly, sat on the small
man's stomach, and began a new round of thrusting. The excited crowd started counting loudly, "One, two, three..."
I let the crowd kick me out of the circle like a dead dog, covering my face and sobbing. In my heart, I had already
regarded Venus as my sister, my lover, my angel, but I finally realized that she
was ultimately just a machine, a sex doll for people to vent their lust. Was I too sentimental, or was this world too heartless?
"Why are you risking your life to help a doll? Are you crazy?"
Alfonso sneered at me.
"You devil!" I scrambled to my feet and yelled at him, the two cold-blooded men in black beside him making me deeply wary
.
He sneered, "If there really are devils in this world, I wouldn't mind being one of them. But you, young
man, won't go to heaven either. Do you know why? Because you're too foolish to fall in love with an unfeeling doll
. Haha, ridiculous, how ridiculous."
I said in a low voice, "If this continues, she'll die. Considering you spent so much money to buy her
, please let her go, okay?"
"Money? What is money? I spend money to play with. I want to play with her, play with her until she can't live or
die." I was horrified by the cruelty in his words, but I didn't have time to think about why he had 　　such strong hatred
for an "unfeeling" doll . 　　 He pulled out a cigar, took a few deep drags into the air, and suddenly said, "Kid, you reminded me. I shouldn't have 　　ruined her like that. There's always next time." He grinned and pressed a few buttons on the remote control. 　　 A commotion arose in the crowd, parting like waves. Venus, like a goddess from Greek mythology, 　　emerged gracefully from the turbulent waters. Her jade-like body was spotless, except for a slight bulge in her lower abdomen, which I knew was 　　filled with men's semen. Sex dolls can digest a suitable amount of semen and convert it into energy, but too 　　much at once will turn it into toxins and damage the body. 　　 Reaching him, she knelt at Alfonso's feet. "Master." 　　 Alfonso lifted his foot, and Venus skillfully took his shoe, licking the sole with her soft, fragrant tongue. 　　 "How are you feeling right now?" 　　 "The warning light is on. According to my internal body data, I need ten more men to mate with before I self-destruct."

"Irreparable." Venus spoke calmly, as if she were talking about someone else.
"Do you know why I'm doing this to you?"
"Yes, my master wants to play with me, to cripple me, to kill me."
"Do you like it?"
"Venus has never disliked or disobeyed my master's orders."
I turned my face away, unable to bear listening any longer.
Alfonso pointed at me and said, "This man pleaded for you, so I let you go. But you didn't complete the task
, and I'll punish you severely when we get back. Go and thank him."
Venus knelt down in front of me, looked at me, spread her legs, and her eyes radiated a lustful red light. "Thank you
, sir. Please allow me to serve you."
After saying that, she reached out to undo my belt. I reflexively jumped back a step and said in fear, "No,
don't."
I turned and ran away, leaving that chaotic world far away amidst the laughter. Looking back, there were only
some shadowy figures. I could no longer see or hear them, and I wished I could never see, hear,
or even think about them again.
(4)
As time went by, I lost my enthusiasm for working at the sex toy store. Michael hadn't returned yet, and I
was already preparing to pack my bags and leave.
Just as I was writing my resignation letter, a police car landed at the store entrance, and two policemen came in.
"Are you an employee here?"
"Soon I won't be."
"Did you sell a sex doll named Venus here?"
I looked up. "Yes, why?"
"The police suspect she's connected to a murder and want you to come with us to the scene to assist with the investigation."
My mouth gaped open, and it gaped even wider when we arrived at the scene.
I couldn't believe it.
Alfonso was dead, dead on his luxurious, large bed.
His hands and feet were handcuffed behind his back, he was naked, his face was ashen, and there was a large pool of yellowish-white liquid that
had hardened into a lump on his lower body, and there was some under his buttocks as well.
His eyes were wide open; the two times I'd seen him, he was wearing glasses, but the first time I saw his eyes, they were like two
dead fish eyes.
It was a locked room, no bloodstains, no signs of a struggle.
Venus sat naked in the corner, wearing only an outer garment, her face buried between her curled-up legs, saying nothing. A
policeman stood beside her, guarding her.
I was completely bewildered. "What happened? I don't understand."
The man in the sheriff's uniform said to me, "This is indeed quite strange. The room was locked from the inside.
The butler and bodyguard can confirm that only Alfonso and the sex doll were inside. The room was soundproof; we couldn't hear any noise
."
"You mean Venus killed this man? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You know
the first principle of sex dolls is that they cannot attack people."
The sheriff said, puzzled. "That's exactly what we don't understand. If the sex doll didn't do it,
how could Alfonso have handcuffed himself completely and died so mysteriously?"
"Perhaps he had a heart attack,"
the sheriff said. "We need to do some testing. We'd like to ask you to come and see if there's any way to get the sex
doll to talk about what happened. She's refusing to speak now. Frankly, we think
this doll is a bit unusual. If you can't do it, we'll send her to the lab to have her examined."
I agreed and walked towards Venus.
She looked pitiful, just like the first night I saw her, shivering and hugging her shoulders, like an autumn
leaf.
I knelt down and said softly, "Uh, do you remember me? I'm Alex."
She looked up at me, a stranger.
"Let me help you, okay?"
She remained silent.
I took out a portable testing device specifically for sex dolls, and she shrank back in fear.
I held my breath, trying to make my voice and movements as gentle as possible, "I'm Alex. Remember when we
played the bagpipes together on the rooftop? I'm just checking your body. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
As I spoke, I brushed aside her hair. She didn't resist. I found the interface of her AI board,
inserted a wire through a small hole behind her ear, and a colored diagram appeared on my testing device.
I noticed that her physical strength was severely depleted, almost to the point of exhaustion, and all her functions had declined significantly for
unknown reasons. There were even blind spots when testing her brain memories, and I also found objects on her head that the testing device couldn't recognize.
I had never examined Venus's head before, so this discovery surprised me greatly. Although
I tried to remain calm, the subtle changes in my facial expression were noticed by the watchful sheriff beside me.
"Is there a problem?"
"No, everything is normal. I can guarantee that the sex dolls sold in our store are all of the highest safety level
. We have a 3A safety certificate issued by the security department."
The sheriff pondered for a moment and said, "Does each doll have a safety certificate when it leaves the factory?"
"Generally, yes."
"Then what about this doll's safety certificate?"
I broke out in a cold sweat. "Well, I don't remember very well. I might have to look for it."
"No need. Mr. Alfonso is a heavyweight in the economic world. His sudden death will have a great
impact on society. Therefore, as a precaution, we will still take this sex doll away to cooperate with the investigation.
We will inform you of any results. Our only hope for you is that this matter will be kept strictly confidential."
"I understand. I will." I glanced at Venus helplessly. She was looking at me, and I saw again
the trace of melancholy hidden deep in her eyes when we first met.
(5)
For the next month, I was worried every day. I always saw Venus's bloody body in my nightmares.
The police finally sent a video fax, asking me to come to the police station, saying someone wanted to see me.
I first met the sheriff, who looked very distressed, gesturing for a long time but not knowing where to begin. Finally...
It started with a question, "How much do you really know about that sex doll named Venus?"
A sense of foreboding washed over me. "Not really, I'm just a guy."
"You don't know? She's actually a person, or rather, a hybrid of human and machine."
Seeing my questioning eyes, he explained further, "Actually, it's more complicated than that, hard
to explain in a short time. Simply put, most sex dolls, apart from their appearance, are artificial machines inside,
controlled by a computer chip in their brain. You should know that."
I nodded.
"But Venus is different. Her brain is a real human brain plus a computer chip, dual-controlled
. That means she might have human thoughts, and she might have human emotions. Legally speaking,
she's like us, she should be considered human."
"How could that be?"
I could almost see her emotional eyes before my eyes. No wonder she was so different.
"Yes, we were also shocked, because this kind of thing is a serious violation of the law and ethics. Apart from
a cult known as Alfonso Island that created one ten years ago and was severely punished, we haven't seen
anything like it for a long time."
"So you mean…"
"Do you know how Mr. Alfonso died?" The sheriff seemed to like me; he was very straightforward and didn't
hide anything. "He was handcuffed and restrained, then forced to have repeated sexual intercourse, eventually dying from exhaustion."
"Huh?"
"Based on the scene analysis, the only possibility was the sex doll, but how could she be so intelligent? Later,
experts extracted her memories from her chip, confirming our suspicions. It was all
done by your sex doll."
I was speechless.
"We don't understand why she would do this. Maybe someone was behind it, or was it her defiance of Mr. Alfonso
? Neither seems quite plausible." The sheriff ignored my presence and muttered to himself.
My concern was something else entirely. "So, Sheriff, what punishment will Venus receive? If
she really is human, as you say..."
"Yes, if she were a real sex doll, it would be easy—just destroy its chip. But she
's human. However, according to precedent, such a half-human, half-machine freak cannot be allowed into society, so the verdict
has been handed down. Her only fate is immediate execution."
The last two words struck me like a bolt from the blue, leaving me reeling. My nightmare had come true. I couldn't imagine such a
cruel punishment beingfall this frail girl.
"Unfair! Unfair!" I roared.
The sheriff looked at me with pity. "What's done is done, child. I know you love her. I knew
you were trying to exonerate her that day, but the law is the law. It doesn't tolerate any sentimentality. Even if she
hadn't done anything wrong, let alone that she's convicted of murder, her birth itself was unacceptable to society. Go see her. Time is running out.
This is her last wish."
I followed a policeman blankly through corridor after corridor, hearing only the clanging of metal.
Venus stood quietly in the center of the empty room, her black hair flowing over her shoulders, wearing an ugly prison uniform.
Her face was still so beautiful, radiating an angelic glow.
Looking at me, her eyes were filled with warmth. Never before had such intense passion erupted between us
. I impulsively ran over, tightly, tightly embraced her, and kissed her trembling cherry lips.
We kissed passionately, wildly, our tongues intertwined, endlessly.
Tears streamed down my face.
She had no tears, only the blush of happiness after satisfaction.
She closed her eyes, as if savoring the memory. "I'd like to hear 'The End of the Century Love Song' again."
"I didn't bring my bagpipes, so I'll whistle instead."
"Okay."
I whistled, my voice trembling and out of tune, but she was still very satisfied. After a while, she began to play softly
, the faint sound of Scottish bagpipes. I sang along:
"...If I had a choice
??? Love would be our whole world
??? Together on the rooftop at the end of the century
??? Yearning for the infinitely beautiful possibilities.
Oh, my love
, let me wipe away your lingering tears of last night
??? Let me kiss away the frozen ice in your heart
??? There will be no more deep blue melancholy
??? No more nightmares that startle you suddenly
. Oh, my love,
in this morning breeze at the end of the century
??? It may also vanish without a trace
??? The sea may no longer surge
??? But believe me, this love song at the end of the century
??? It will forever play only for you..."
With a whistle, she was taken away by the police. Turning back one last time, she softly said, "Alex, thank you."
Two lines of clear tears silently streamed down her face, like shooting stars streaking across her beautiful cheeks.
Sex dolls are inherently emotionless, without tears.
This was the last time I saw Venus; I never heard from her again. Despite Michael's repeated attempts to persuade me
to stay, I resigned from my job at the sex toy store and exiled myself in this concrete jungle, living day to
day, sometimes full, sometimes hungry, but I didn't care, not even if it meant ending my life immediately.
From the information Michael later revealed, and my own speculation, I knew that Venus was
the daughter of the mother and daughter who were raped and murdered 15 years ago, and the murderer was the then powerful Alfonso. During the crime,
Venus bit off his left hand, and as revenge, he didn't even spare the dead Venus, secretly dissecting her
brain, inserting a chip, and making a sex doll for his own debauchery. Unexpectedly, it was stolen by a group of unknown
thieves on the day it was made, eventually falling into Michael's hands, and then being tracked down by Alfonso, ultimately leading to her tragic end.
From Venus's ordeal that day, one can imagine how cruelly Alfonso, this devil,
tortured her on a daily basis.
Alfonso's intentions were clear: he wanted Venus to retain her memories and hatred, making his sadomasochistic acts
even more satisfying. He was emboldened by the three design principles of sex dolls.
His miscalculation was that Venus's will for revenge was so unwavering; no amount of cruel torture could extinguish her
fighting spirit. He also didn't anticipate that I would inadvertently allow her to erase her master's records during activation. In other words
, after a certain period, she could decide whether or not to obey her master's commands. This would allow her to choose a
favorable moment to handcuff her enemy to the bed, rendering him immobile.
However, she was still bound by the restriction of "not being able to launch any attacks against humans." She couldn't use any weapons, including
her teeth, against the villain right before her eyes. Clever as she was, she devised a plausible method of murder: sexual intercourse.
Frequent intercourse was permitted. She relentlessly stimulated Alfonso
, engaging in continuous intercourse until he died of exhaustion.
She finally achieved her revenge, but at what cost?
Perhaps, she had no price to consider. Reborn as a sex doll, she already had no life, no
dignity, no future, so what price could she pay?
I wondered if her last "thank you" was for me releasing her from her confinement, allowing her to succeed in her revenge, or
for giving her one last act of love, allowing her, after a lifetime of misery, to finally taste a drop of happiness?
I couldn't see my own future either.
That indescribable pain had seeped into my bones, was incurable, and irreversible.
I sat on the city rooftop looking at the stars. Today, unexpectedly, the sky was clear, and two stars shone exceptionally bright, like
Venus's sparkling eyes, or even more like two glistening teardrops falling from her eyes.
It was her, it was Venus gently calling me, let us meet in heaven.
I smiled, and with light steps, leaped from the 120th-floor rooftop of the skyscraper, leaping into Venus's warm embrace
, leaping into that enchanting blue starry sky…
[The End
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