Location: Cryogenics Lab

Year and Date: 2122 3pm

Facilitators: Fred and Edwardo

Warm sunlight cast upon the floor from the south‑facing window. The latest unit rolled into the office on a machine‑assisted trolley. Fred and Edwardo stood waiting in their white lab coats, and Mary Anne knelt on the ground with a comfortable towel placed under her.

On Edwardo’s command, the button was pressed and the cryogenic freezing began to thaw Mark, a time‑traveller from 2022. He, along with a dozen others, had chosen to preserve themselves until a more hopeful, exciting time arrived. It only took two minutes, and Mark was now standing there cold and shivering.

“Okay, any time,” Fred called out to Mary.

Mary reached out, put Mark’s cock in her mouth, and began slurping on it, expertly tonguing its underside. A big smile formed on Mark’s face as he looked around. He could see out the window from maybe the fortieth floor of some kind of apartment, overlooking a very modern city.

Fred dropped his pen and went to pick it up while Edwardo pinched his bum. Fred could see how well‑hung Mark was, and for weeks he could barely contain his anticipation of the grand unfreezing.

Edwardo proceeded to tell the time traveller that there had been issues with the unfreezing of the past seven people.

“All of them died due to vibrational incoherence between their soul and their body. We came up with this idea to have a sex partner attend to you as often as possible. This will ride out the grounding discomfort in this new era. The most common symptoms might be sudden shivering and/or pain in the chest.”

Mary Anne sensed the coming orgasm and worked Mark’s cock deeper into her throat and back out again repeatedly. Finally, Mark drained himself into her mouth while she swallowed every drop.

“Oh, and we should mention that Mary Anne is an android and lives for this activity, so feel free to enjoy her as often as you like,” Fred said.

Mark asked,

“Did my girlfriend make it through okay?”

After confirming who she was on the list, Fred replied,

“Yes—Hannah was de‑thawed an hour ago and is already exploring. We would suggest that walking around our high‑tech city might be overwhelming to you, and that you also go to the Simulator Domes as your girlfriend has done. If you see your girlfriend there, please keep your distance for two days; it is really important that you both follow protocol and allow your pleasure workers to attend to your needs.”

Mary Anne walked Mark to the entrance of a building. She was quite flirty and had a playful edge, keeping the mood light. She stood at around five feet four inches, about six inches shorter than Mark.

[The story switches to POV mode using Mark as first person from here on out]

I was finding myself looking for any identifier of robotic life and could not. She had the most beautiful brown eyes I think I’ve ever seen.

We entered the dome and arrived right out onto the sidewalk of a New York‑City street. Across the street was a park; in the other direction were cafés and a pub. A couple stood in the park looking at a map. It seemed like a Sunday—the traffic was quite low. A plane flew overhead, and I could see the faint outline of hexagonal panels. Everything else was so realistic.

“Let’s go to the pub,” Mary Anne suggested.

While walking across the street, I looked back at the park; the woman there looked familiar, now bent over a bench with that dude railing her in broad daylight!

“That must be my girlfriend with her sex worker!” I said.

“Yes, it is them. Don’t worry—she is in good hands with Juan,” Mary Anne replied.

“I bet she is,” I said. “Is her worker also an android?” I asked.

Mary Anne pulled on my shirt to drag me into the pub. I turned one last time and saw Juan slap Hannah on the ass.

We settled down at a table with stools. The place had a cozy vibe—comfortable seating, half the room filled with people talking and some giggling.

“You know you never answered whether Juan was a real human,” I repeated.

Mary smiled, paused a moment, and said, “Yes, he is real.”

I could feel shivers coming on. Mary noticed right away what was happening and came over to my side of the table… pulled her leggings down slightly and lifted her skirt, showing her exquisite ass. As I reeled back, my jealousy subsided; I was rock‑hard at the sight of her.

Unzipping my fly and lowering my pants slightly, she climbed on top of me and slid me into her. She felt awesome. I couldn’t believe no one had noticed as I sat there buried in her muff. Her skirt covered and concealed any hint of what was happening. The waitress came over and brought us our drinks, smiling knowingly—it wasn’t the first time she’d seen nookie going on in her pub.

Mary Anne pushed off the stool just enough to ride up and down on me—from balls‑deep to only a few inches apart. She felt amazing, and I definitely appreciated the distraction. I took several sips of stout and looked around, wondering if anyone was real. I reached under Mary’s skirt and forward to her clit, which was quite slippery now. For an android, I was surprised how excited she seemed in her nether region. I glided my fingers back and forth over her nub—nothing too crazy, as we were out in public after all.

She responded with gentle rotations while lowering herself onto me. I could feel a climax coming again; she felt the pre‑tremors, lowered herself balls‑deep onto me, and stopped. I unloaded into her robotic love tunnel and collapsed forward onto her. Smelling her hair for the first time, I couldn’t believe how lovely she smelled. I was mind‑blown by this whole experience—from realistic androids to holograms and all the sex. This was going to be an epic rest of our lives in this new era.

It turned out that, since the pub was on our route, the waitress and cook were true humans. We ordered a light meal of fish and chips with a small salad.

“Outside the dome, people don’t eat this way,” Mary said. “People usually eat eighty percent vegetables and salads with either free‑range meat or rice. Fried foods aren’t eaten as they decrease longevity and deplete daily stamina.”

I asked,

“How do people view sex and relationships in this era?”

“Honesty is extremely important to everyone now. Most people are in polyamorous relationships, having several loving partners. The core relationship is with ourselves, so we’ve created an environment where it’s really easy to express our desires with each other. There’s no head‑rolling—just acceptance. We’re all excited about fulfilling our own passions and equally about watching others follow their own creativity,” Mary replied.

Later, Mary suggested we leave the dome and explore a few things in the city. We made it across the street; Hannah was nowhere to be seen. We entered back into the hallway of the modern city, where a robotic floor sweeper silently passed by, beeping occasionally. All the halls we walked past had a curve in them. The ceilings had a slight roll, and shop entrances resembled hobbit‑like doorways. After about half a kilometre we arrived at an amber‑lit room with soft lighting and single-seat sofas scattered around.

“Here I will leave you for half an hour,” Mary announced. “After just pleasuring you and a meal, you should be okay for that amount of time. This place is a sound‑healing room.”

As we approached one of the black‑leather-type sofas, it rose to my height.

“Speakers are built into the back of the headrest and within the sofa itself for a relaxing session. People often come here for half an hour a few times a week to recharge,” Mary explained. Before departing, she lifted her skirt again, revealing her ass. I couldn’t help but smile at the view.

I chose Tibetan bells; the screen rose back to the ceiling. Soothing sounds resonated from the speakers in all directions. I was amazed how my whole body responded to the vibrations, and I sank into the seat, taking a nap.

Half an hour later, Mary Anne’s hand stroked my cheek.

“You should keep your nutrition levels high while you recuperate from the freezing. I’ve arranged a meal at the temporary apartment in the same building where your cryo unit was brought,” Mary said.

On the way back to the offices, I started having chest pains. I mentioned it to Mary, and she pulled me into a side corridor of the mall.

“Quick… take me now. Chest pains are worse than the shivers; we need to act fast,” Mary urged.

It was hard to get it up all of sudden with the stress of pain and having just woken, so Mary began stroking me over my pants. Being rather sensitive there and rarely having issues getting hard I came to life again. Pulling my pants down, Mary lifted her skirt ready for me. She had removed her leggings during my nap so was commando now. I felt her lips, stroking them a few times and parting them for my cock, quickly entering into her. As she was shorter than me I was almost squatting but I actually loved being able to completely fill her as gravity allowed it.

Mary Anne seemed to really enjoy balls deep particularly. I was amazed by her programming. An older couple passed by in the hallway, looking briefly our way with a smile. Jeez, people are so accepting of all going on here. I hungrily got into the mood of pleasuring Mary Anne now. Thrusting from G-spot to anterior spot, I was activating her buttons too. I reached up her dress shirt, surprised at no bra began caressing her breasts and nipples. After another minute of this, I couldn’t resist to also be kissing her. We both orgasmed at the same time. I’ll never forget the glint in her eye as she smiled back at me with pleasure.

The rest of our time together was more relaxed—nookie sessions and small meals as we spent most of the second day together in the apartment overlooking the city.

I asked her all about her society. She mentioned,

“About a third of society does not live in the cities, preferring to farm and raise animals,” she told me. “They have some technology for communication, but mostly they love building things and having their hands in the earth. In the cities, building codes are still in place, but out in the country people make many types of structures with engineers’ guidance to ensure safety. Earthships and cob houses are the preferred styles as they encourage creativity.”

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Today is the day I get to see Hannah again. I was looking forward to having her in my arms. I said goodbye to Mary Anne that morning. After being cleared by Fred and Edwardo, Hannah entered the room with a big smile on her face.

“I’m surprised you’re still able to walk,” I teased her. She slapped me gently on the arm and we embraced.

“I see you’re also smiling, so you’re one to talk,” she replied. Hannah mentioned that she would love to hike up the hill at the edge of the city to get out in nature and look over the skyline.

“I can’t think of anything I’d rather do,” I said.

Fred told us where to get supplies if we were hiking for that long, and we headed out to the mall again. It turns out that a currency isn’t used for things anymore; instead, a numbering system rates scarcity. Items marked “1” are plentiful—snacks, backpacks, hiking shoes, etc. Harder‑to‑produce items carry higher numbers (a stereo is a 5, a car a 10), encouraging public transport.

We took a maglev train to the city’s edge. A small shuttle craft delivered us to the park boundary—amazingly driverless.

Hannah was right. Getting back in nature was a great idea. We snacked on the way up the hill while a pair of chickadees followed, waiting for crumbs. We recounted the past few days and even shared the odd dreams we’d had during the cryo experience.

At the summit, I pretended to clutch my chest, mimicking another heart episode, and winked at Hannah.

“We should attend to that as soon as possible… it could be fatal,” she warned.

We laid out a blanket and decloathed ourselves lying on the ground at the top of the peak. After kissing for quite some time, Hannah climbed on top of me and began gliding up and down on my cock with her pussy lips. She loved doing this as it got her clit in the mood and stimulated her lips. I reached for her nipples and began caressing them and around her breasts. Tilting herself, I entered into her.

“Home again after our one‑hundred‑year journey,” she whispered.

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An hour later, still lying on the hill, we heard a beep. Both of us received messengers to stay in touch with Fred and Edwardo.

My device pinged with a message from Mary Anne:

“Um, I just wanted to let you know I’m pregnant, according to the results of my med‑bed scan. I’m not really an android. Since you’re such a famous time‑traveler, I wanted to be the first to have your baby. Smooch.”

“OMG!” I shouted. “What is wrong with these people? Umm… Hannah, we should get you to a med‑bed when we get back.”