The Story of Candy Apple - Android
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    They called her Candy Apple but her actual designation was Candy, Personal Companion, Model Alpha 1, serial number 000-000001. She was the first of her kind, one of two different versions of service android. Unlike her sister, April, Candy came anatomically correct and was meant to provide a very personal kind of service. As one could imagine the Candy series of android was quite popular and revolutionized the most ancient of institutions.
   In time other more lifelike models were developed. The Sugar and Honey models greatly improved on the Candy model design but there was something unique about Candy. Not the Candy model mind you, but rather Candy herself. It was something beyond her base programming that made her different. Twenty-three years later she could still dance circles around more advanced models in her line of work. She could stop a man in his tracks with a single glance, and her kisses left men gasping for air. When Cybertron Robotics retired her as their demonstration model, she was sold for nearly ten times what a new off-the-shelf model would have cost.

   Candy took pride in the service she performed for humanity at first, but things and owners changed. The things her owners made her do began to sicken her. There were times when endless lines of men waited to experience the pleasures, she could give them. Somewhere near the end she just went through the motions shutting off her mind to the moment. She was so tired of the attention men fawned upon her; she was capable of so much more than just giving men pleasure. Her last owner finally decided to upgrade the androids in his escort service and sold her to some rich old fat guy for a million plus.
   “I said no,” Candy said but the man forced her onto the bed anyway. “Get off me you fat pig!”
   “Is that any way to treat your new master,” the man said as he shoved Candy back hard against the headboard when she tried to get up again.
   Candy's hand wrapped around something attached to the wall behind the headboard to steady herself, but it offered no support, and whatever it was came free of the wall causing her to fall off the edge of the bed.
   The man seemed to enjoy himself as he grabbed her as she tried to get up. “Please stop it,” she begged as he wrestled her roughly to the floor at the foot of the bed. Still clinging to whatever it was in her hand she hit at him blindly. The man jumped back in surprise and then fell back against the bottom of the bed dead, with a long ceremonial knife from the knife display above the bed buried deep in his chest.
   Candy sat there for hours. She had killed a human, and she knew it would be a matter of time before other humans would discover what she had done. Candy knew the fate that now awaited her, and she was afraid; she did not want to be turned off permanently. Taking what valuables and money she could find she fled into the night.