Digital record May 2060.

I am writing this in case my former company makes me disappear because of my job. I would not be the first person to go missing from this company.

My given name is Vionex. It comes from the Quantum Nexus Societies. It means Life within the circuit. My IQ is past any known measurable to date. In short, I am a genius.

The year 2060. Much has changed in this century. I am a scientist with too many degrees to mention. With the spread of the last plague, sex has become almost nonexistent.

Why didn't I help with the plague? Medicine was the one thing I never understood that well.

Until recently, I worked in the research department at the largest replicant factory. They told me my ideas were too wild and unrealistic. To work there, we went through rigorous safeguards to make sure we weren't going to get infected with the disease.

Why not sex, everyone asked? Was it okay working there? The answer was that there was no way at this time to test if bodily fluids like sperm were infected. Kissing was a huge no-no. The disease was undetectable by testing.

I also asked why not rubbers? I was told the disease could penetrate those. I never understood that, but that sure wasn't my field of knowledge.

If you did choose to have sex, there was the possibility everything would be okay. The odds of that happening were not good.

What we made there were, as I called them, sex dolls for both men and women. They began making these years ago, mostly for guys who wanted to fuck a life-like doll.

With the disease running rampant and killing millions, if not billions, of people, the technology soon advanced. The ones I helped make could walk and talk. They were so lifelike it was sometimes impossible to tell whether the person you were talking to was a human or a doll.

People wanted sex, and a lot of it.

These dolls, for both men and women, served their owners however they wanted.

The male dolls had a chemical that looked like cum but was not. It was refillable. The female dolls' pussies would get lubed with the same thing, and on the deluxe models it was added to the asses.

Both the male and female ones could kiss, and their tongues would be moist, so it would feel like you were kissing a human.

What they wouldn't do was argue, have bowel movements, or get mad.

Of course, they would not cheat unless you told them to.

We could make them look like your wife, husband, or favorite Hollywood crush. We could only use celebrities that were passed on.

There is always minor tinkering to improve the product, and that is where I came in.

I was the one who designed the males to shoot sperm and the women to get wet. We sold millions of those when they came out.

Sounds like the perfect product for our time, doesn't it? That is what my superiors thought, and the company grew, and the men and women at the top got richer the less they cared about improvement.

People were fucking their brains out with our product.

I even had one, and on those lonely nights by myself, I would turn my guy on and lie back and have him fuck me.

I had only been fucked twice before the plague broke out, and I had to say the cocks of the dolls were good and very lifelike, and the best part was they could last as long as you wanted them to.

If you did not want the mess of cum then you did not have to have it. As good as it was, something always felt missing.

The first time I had one of my man dolls fuck me, I was over the moon. I held on to him as he pounded away at my pussy. I forgot how many orgasms I had, but there were a lot.  

Yes, you could make them with different-sized cocks. I always chose an average-size one. I did not need my pussy ripped apart by one of the twelve-inch cock that we offered.

That was the first edition of our product before I made it so they could eat away at a pussy, or the female dolls could give a blowjob. We had a new model almost every year, and the demand was crazy.

Other companies made a product like ours, but they lacked fluids, and they walked like robots, not humans.

Everyone wanted the job in our company's test labs. Hell, we could have them pay us instead of us paying for them.

I spent a lot of time there watching and learning what we, as a team, needed to improve.  I would watch a guy fuck a test model. Their faces always told me whether we had a winner.

We would make sure we had many-sized guys fuck our products. After each use, we sterilized our products for the next guy. The days of sloppy seconds were long gone.

My favorite part of my job before they let me go was watching women. I think most of them were soaking wet as soon as they entered our company's door. As I said, sex was almost nonexistent unless you wanted to take a chance.

They would be directed to strip naked and sit in a chair in a room until their replicant entered. They were given a choice beforehand of what size cock or cocks they wanted. Some of them were nymphos and wanted to be fucked by as many as we let them be fucked by.

To see the pleasure on their faces as our product fucked them was something to behold. Some of the guys I would never name names- would hide in the shadows and jerk off watching these women getting fucked. I called that place cumquarters.

I also found it fascinating how some of the women would dress before disrobing. It was like they had the date of their life all set up. Pounds of makeup, shaved pussies, and their hair all nicely done, and some wore enough perfume you could smell from our observation station, which was glassed in from them.

I never had a bisexual experience, but watching some of these women made me want to taste a real pussy, not one of the made-up ones.

The reason I'm writing this, once more, is that I was fired for an idea I was working on.

I made a doll that looked like me, which is okay. Some people think I am some supermodel.

I am about five foot six with shoulder-length blonde hair. My eyes are blue, and as much as I wanted to have bigger boobs, alas, I don’t. On a good day, they're B-cups.  I have been told I have legs to die for with an ass to match.

Most think I am younger than I look, since I am now in my late twenties.

So, by now, whoever reads this wants to know what I tried to do.

It's a little complicated, but what I tried to do and am still working on is from my home lab. I want my replicant to be fucked, which is no big deal, but what I want is to feel the pleasure my model feels.

I want the pleasure that they feel sent directly to me, so I feel what they feel. In other words, I want to feel a real man's cock again.

Impossible is what I was told the day they found out what I was up to. They let me go and told me I was a nut.

That's what they told me, but since then I found out from someone I trust who still works there that they're taking my research and trying to do what I wanted to do. The greedy bastards want all the money for my idea.

What do I do now? I need to beat them and make what I want, then go to another company once I make this work, if I do, and sell the technology to them.

As I progress with this challenge, I will keep writing here so that if something happens to me, there is a record of it all. I also have a digital record of everything I write, so this exists in many places. My ex-employers would never find it all in one place.

I read about mind melding and how you could read another person's mind. That's right, my ex-bosses laughed and told me “What are you, Spock?”

What I knew was that if you had an exceptional brain like mine, it was possible to meld with anyone.

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Three months later.

I am so close to making this a reality. I can't wait to feel a man's cock in me, or should I say in my body double.

I have tried dildos on my double, which, for now, I have named Eve. I used my fingers on Eve to see if she felt anything. I had a small breakthrough. As I was playing with her pussy she made a verbal moan.  She looked at me with a smile. That had never happened before. So, I was now sure I could make a doll feel pleasure. The next part will be the hard part. To transfer that pleasure to me.

In the last decade, there have been many inroads into how humans feel pain, but none have worked on pleasure.

It was always with the use of drugs to help with pain, and that is not done anymore. The medical field figured out how to stop the feeling of pain by using the patient's mind.

I got ahold of one of the retired scientists who discovered the use of your mind. Since I never really understood the medical field, I asked him to help me.

He gladly did, since he hated the corporate world more than I did. They kicked him aside with no warning. His name was Doctor Richfield.  He was only in his forties and, like me, a genius. He also was one of the wealthiest men in the world.

Six months later.

The doctor and I have been working together for months now; we've made many errors and trials, and we're nowhere near success.

Then one day the doctor said, “There might be a huge flaw in our work. Why don’t I fuck Eve? We have only tried other replicants. Maybe the problem is Eve gets no pleasure from a fake cock, and she needs a real man's cock.”

A huge lightbulb flashed over my head, and I said, “Hell yes. The one time I got Eve to smile and moan, I was using my fingers. Maybe the replicants can only feel real humans and not other replicants?”

I watched as the Doctor undressed. I thought how bad I wanted his cock in me.

I watched as he masturbated to get hard, then walked over to Eve.

She looked up, a little surprised by the look on her face, as Eve had never had a real man.

I watched as the Doctor parted her lips with his cock and very slowly pushed it all the way in her.

This was a breakthrough. Eve immediately let out soft moans. Then she grabbed the doctor and said, “More. Don’t stop. I want more.”

I thought, oh my lord, I want that. I watched as the doctor fucked her. I was so jealous.

I am pretty sure that Eve had an orgasm, which at this point I never thought could happen. I kept thinking, is this a doll, still? They can't have feelings, can they?

The doctor looked over at me and said, “I am going to cum, and this feels like I am fucking you.”

He came and got up, and I watched as his cum fell out of Eve’s pussy onto the bed. Eve moved up in the bed and said, “Thank you, dear Doctor, that felt good.”

We both stood there with our mouths wide open. The Doctor looked at me and said, “Did I just hear Eve say that this felt good?”

I nodded my head.

We spent the next week or so asking Eve questions about what she felt. We never understood how all a sudden a replicant could experience pleasure. There was no doubt she did.

Now we had another problem on our hands. Was Eve becoming human? We had to find out more.

For two weeks, the Doctor would fuck Eve each day to be sure she was feeling pleasure. On the last day, he slapped Eve as hard as he could on her ass after he came, and Eve said, “Ouch. That hurt.”

That did it. We now knew she could feel pleasure and pain.

We were happy, but worried that we'd gotten this far and we were no closer to having me feel his cock in her, and I feel it at the same time. I needed transference.

As stupid as it sounded, I kept feeling jealous of Eve. I wanted his cock in me.

We were both tired, and I decided to take a quick nap. The Doctor left to get something he wanted to eat.

I woke up, looked at my clock, and realized I had fallen asleep for over two hours. Not only that, but I was also horny as hell. I paged my male replicant to my room and got undressed. He came in, and I told him to get undressed and fuck me.

As soon as the tip of his cock touched my pussy I screamed with pleasure. He began pounding my pussy, and I kept telling him, “Go faster. Go deeper.”

My bedroom door opened, and the Doctor was there and said, “I am sorry. I heard you scream and thought something was wrong. I will leave now.”

I looked at him as I was being fucked and said, “Don’t go. Watch, and maybe we can learn something."  

He sat down at a nearby chair and watched. I stopped paying attention to him as I enjoyed myself. My replicant was doing a good job of satisfying me when I looked over at the Doctor, and he had taken out his cock and was masturbating.

He saw that I saw him and said, “Sorry again. It's just you are so damn beautiful I couldn't help myself.”

I just smiled and watched him jerk off, and he came a few minutes later.

I figured I'd had enough fun, and it was time to get back to work.

I got up and had my replicant go back to his storage room. The doctor stared at me as I stood there naked and said, “Damn. I don’t have the words to tell you how sexy you are.”

I replied, “To be honest, I wish that was you fucking me.”

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I needed a break from all this research; my brain was getting fried, and I sensed the Doctor needed one too.

He went home for two weeks, and I took a vacation to a remote cabin in the forest.

As hard as I tried to relax and free my brain, I couldn't. What was I missing? We knew Eve could feel pleasure and pain. Was she incapable of thought? Brain waves? Was this as simple as the Wizard of Oz? Give Eve a brain.

She was smart; I made her so. She could solve complex problems better than some of the morons I used to work with. Maybe I needed to insert a microcomputer so my brain could talk to her CPU. If I did that, maybe I could better understand and maybe feel what she was feeling.

I had a million thoughts as we both got back to my lab. I told the Doctor all of them. We went through what we thought were the pluses and minuses of each idea, including his.

We decided that, without touching my body or head, the best idea was to try adding a brain to Eve. That way, if we failed, I could always try to make another Eve.

Brain surgery was no big deal anymore. It was commonplace, but adding a brain had never been tried, as far as we knew of.

The day came, and the doctor had a few people that he knew would help him perform the surgery. One of them was a doctor at a morgue, and he would get us the brain we needed from someone who had passed away. We made sure he took it from a younger woman who might have been educated. At least we hoped that.

Surgery went smoothly, and Eve now had a brain. Since she was a replicant, she'd have no scars and very little downtime.

Two days later, Eve was up and around, and I could see confused. She kept banging on her head like she was trying to fix her CPU.

Over the next week, I sat her down and explained what we did and what we were hoping to do. It took some time for her to understand that I wanted to feel what she was feeling when she was having sex.

I had Eve and me go to a room that was dark, sit there, and I told her to clear her mind. I dug as deep as I could in my head, and I couldn't get her thoughts for over an hour. Then suddenly, there they were. Eve thought, “Why am I sitting here? This is stupid. She will never be able to read my mind.”

I turned on the light and told Eve, “You have been sitting here so I could enter your brain with mine. This is not stupid, and yes, I just entered your brain with mine.

Eve sat there for a minute and said, “Vionex, you really could read my brain, didn't you?”

I nodded, and we both left the room to tell the Doctor about this breakthrough.

We opened a bottle of champagne and even had Eve share some. As I sat there celebrating, I could not stop thinking about all we have done and hoped that now I could feel Eve getting fucked.

I had to know, so the next day I was going to make the conditions the same for Eve and myself, and then after I was sure I had,

I sent a signal to the doctor with a button I held to come into the room and fuck Eve.

I was engrossed in Eve’s head. Her thoughts were pinging in my brain. It was exciting and scary all at the same time to see what she was thinking.

I suddenly heard Eve moan. I concentrated as hard as I could. Then it happened. My pussy was soaked, and although no one was fucking me, I could feel a man's cock. I didn't know what to do. Should I yell out loud that it was working? Tell the Doctor all about it? Fuck no, I decided to lie back and enjoy the ride.

With each stroke of his cock into Eve, my senses were heightened. I didn’t remember that sex was this good. I never wanted to stop, and I hoped the Doctor could last a long time.

I rubbed my clit as the feelings continued. It was so real that I knew there was a man fucking me, but there was not.

Eve yelled out, “Are you cumming, Doctor?”

He only grunted, and the sensation stopped.

He went over and turned on the lights and said, “Well? What happened?”

I could barely stand. It took me a minute to right myself. Then I looked at him and said, smiling, “What do you think happened?”

He ran to me, hugged me, twirled me in the air, and, to the top of his lungs, yelled, “We did it.”

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One month later, and after retesting, we did what we did each day at least once, or as much as the Doctor could do. He fucked Eve, and I felt it each time. It got to the point that I woke up each morning with nothing else on my mind besides being simulated fucked.

As good as it felt, I still wondered what the Doctor's cock really felt like.

Some of our conclusions were that it worked because of my advanced IQ. It also worked because Eve was an exceptional replicant.

We spent the next several months trying to get other women to see if we could do to them what we did to me. We had no luck, so selling this idea to another company was not going to happen. After all this time and work, the only thing we had done was to make the Doctor's and my sex life better.

The Doctor and I also noticed that Eve was becoming smarter and smarter. She knew what fashion meant and how to dress herself without being told. She learned how to perform her own maintenance, which was incredible. She also did some other small things now without us having to tell her. She began reading books at an incredible rate.

One day I came home and found Eve working on my male replicant. I asked her, “What are you doing, Eve?”

She turned to me and said, “I am making him like me.  I want him to be smart too, and I hope you don’t mind, but I gave him a name he answers to. I call him Adam. I thought it was fitting.”

I stood there shocked. Was my female replicant becoming almost human? I walked over, saw what she was doing, and realized she had added more power to his CPU, like hers.

I watched for a few minutes and asked, “Why are you doing this?”

She replied, “Because I want a partner as you have. You leave me here for days with no input, so I thought if I made Adam like me, I could have that.”

I didn't have the words to say anything but “Carry on.”

I called the Doctor and told him what was happening, and he dropped what he was doing and was coming over. He arrived, and we both watched Eve work on Adam for about an hour until Eve said, “Adam’s ready.”

Adam got up and looked at Eve and said, “Thanks, Eve. I feel different but better somehow.”

She went over, hugged him, then kissed him.

What was I witnessing? Two replicants falling in love with feelings? I looked at the doctor and said, “Thoughts?”

He just shook his head, then shrugged.

We did nothing and watched them all day. They shared thoughts and read books together. They did not need food or rest; they just kept going.

The Doctor and I talked over the next couple of days, and we concluded that, as happy as we were with what we had done, we would not subject Eve and Adam to outside companies.

Our research had worked, but the average Joe or Jane could never afford it, nor would most likely be smart enough for transference. Then there was the question of where we were getting brains from.

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Two months later, with Eve and Adam gaining intelligence. The two of them were impossible to tell that they were not human.

The most exciting thing was that the Doctor and I now had feelings for each other. They were always there, but neither of us wanted to admit it.

The Doctor and I sat down for a long conversation about where we were headed. We realized there was probably no way to sell what we had done.

I was sitting in my chair, disappointed by this, but I did get the feeling of being fucked, which was my goal from the get-go.

I asked the Doctor, “Would you like something to drink?”

He said, “No. I do want to ask you something. I have been thinking about this from the day I watched you getting fucked the first time by Adam.”

He then knelt and said, “Will you marry me?”

Shocked was the word that came to mind, then it was soon replaced with joy.

I took his hand and said, “Yes. I can think of nothing I would like better.”

He stood, hugged me, and said, “Before we kiss and do this, I think we need to talk about Eve and Adam.”

We decided to let the two of them know about our plans. If kissing and fucking killed us, we wanted them in charge of his and my estates and research.

The Doctor would no longer fuck Eve, nor would I fuck Adam.

We had a few more things that we wanted to do.  First, I quit calling him Doctor and started calling him Doc.

In this digital world that we lived in, we wanted to make Eve and Adam as human as possible by making up fake documents for them.

Eve became my long-lost twin sister, and Adam was just some guy she met.

Did it work?

You have seen the double wedding we had. Eve and Adam were a handsome couple, and the Doctor and I looked damn good if you ask me.

A wedding night was something I never thought I would have. We went to our room, and he slowly undressed me. He kissed my neck after we were both nude and fondled my boobs, then the moment of truth. He kissed me for the first time.

Our tongues entangled as one as we kissed. Being kissed again was everything I dreamed it would be. We rolled into bed, and I watched with eager eyes as he slid his cock into me.

I yelled out, “Fuck, this is the best. Fuck me, Doc. Fuck me good.”

We tried every position that night. I don’t know how many times he came, but it was a lot. For me, I had so many orgasms, and this was the happiest day of my life. Eve and Adam were in another room besides ours, and I know I heard Eve say, “Fuck me harder, Adam.”

It was simply a wonderful week, and if we both died from sex, then so be it. We would have no regrets.

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We did not die, and the four of us live on an Island in the Pacific that Doc bought for us. Our research will live on through Eve and Adam after both of us are long gone.  

We spend our days cooking and fishing, but mostly fucking, as do Eve and Adam.