Sydney, The Perfect Companion (Chapters 36-37)

Below are two chapters of Sydney! This entry signals a return-to-schedule and mindset to carry the story forward to its completion. I expect to post two more times this week alone for Sydney, bringing the second part to a close and the ending within reach. When it's all over I'll post the completed story to the download folder as a PDF. 2028 August Ayyla will be next Sunday. Enjoy!

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Contains: Erotica, Female growth, sci-fi

Chapter 36

With another few days passing, sunlight warms Sydney on a Saturday morning. She opts to rise before Alan does, her latest obsession being a daily morning delve into biology essays published by none other than Alan’s own University. 

Her wake-up routine involved no stretching or morning coffee, like her lover, though she had come to enjoy a quick jaunt through the internet to find daily updates on various pieces of entertainment, news and weather. Hearing a knock on the door, Sydney rises and weighs her options. ‘The few visitors Alan has are usually delivering a package… But he has never been asleep before.’ There was a peephole in the metal door, Sydney calculating that knowing their visitor would potentially alter the possible courses of actions. She slides her feet into a pair of handy slippers Alan had bought, padding over to the door to view the body outside.

Mrs. William stood there, hand on her hip as she held paperwork in the other. It took Sydney a mere 0.1 second to surmise the college studio landlord had finally decided to act on the supposed ‘visit’s Alan was having with a girl…or girls. Sydney considers sitting before waking her boyfriend, or not answering at all. A more …fun solution crept into her processes however, and as Sydney slowly reached for the newly installed doorknob, she forces her face to cease expressions. It was admittedly harder than she thought, having become rather connected to the expressive program.

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Mrs. Williams knocks on the door and within seconds, it opens. She’d had enough of a particular student, late night visits from prostitutes was against policy and she was determined to stay on top of her tenant’s agreements. “Alan, I’m coming to you today to…” She begins to say, but loses her voice when a large, looming robot opens the door. It doesn’t move, only opening the door for the landlady before pivoting in a slow, awkward manner. It made no other gestures to Mrs. William, but the act alone was a clear invitation inside.

Upon poking her head in, Mrs. William was greeted by the sight of the robot stiffly approaching the computer, turning around and bending its legs until it sits down. She is left in a room of silence, about to ask for an explanation when the robot’s mouth opens, not at all moving as a recorded voice sounds out. “Alan, you have. A visitor.”

And to her surprise, Mrs. William notices the sleeping body of Alan suddenly stir, as surprised as she was. 

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Alan wakes with a start, hearing Syd’s voice in a way that clearly signaled something was off. “W-wha?” He says, groggy with sleep and importantly… still in the nude after a particularly enjoyable session the night prior. He looks over at the doorway to see Mrs. William, perhaps the last person he’d wished to see standing in his room. Looking over at Sydney, pieces of the situation slowly came together.

“Alan, I’ve about… had it with your… nighttime visits. Consider this a …a notice of eviction…” She begins to say, though doubt plays across her face as she continues giving the elephant in the room a side eye. Alan wonders if he should chide Sydney after this or thank her, a narrow way out of this whole situation becoming clear… if not being incredibly embarrassing. 

“Mrs. William, I… I’ve tried to tell you before. I don’t have any visitors to my dorm. It’s only me. There’s nothing in the policy about… toys, right? I …apologize if my habits cause any infractions with the noise policy but doesn’t eviction seem ill-fit for something so… minor?”

The older woman is caught, at least in the sense that of all the arguments she had in mind a tall blue robot being the source of her complaints was not one of them. There was nothing in the policy to address… sex-toys, if that is what this was, so Alan truly had her stumped. Almost in response to the pause, the robot stands slowly and takes a heavy step toward the landlady. “W-what’s it doing?” She exclaims, resulting in Alan’s face becoming pale for a moment.

Sydney lingers for a second, not even looking down at the woman but instead clear over. She pivots and bends down… picking up a piece of laundry. The actions repeat, slippered feet slowly shuffling to tidy up the space. “Ah, she- erm… it has a maid function. Almost like… a robot vacuum. Listen, Mrs. William… I’m not exactly wearing clothes here, you’ve kind of surprised me…”

And the woman, stoic in almost every instance of her interactions with tenants, blushes a beet red. “Oh! I… I’m sorry, I… I’ll be going then…” And quickly heads for the door, Sydney smoothly closing and locking it behind her.

A silence lasts for as long as Sydney stays facing the door, turning on her heel with fluidity and expression back on her face and body. She’s smiling, close to laughing. “A toy, hmm?” She says, taking a few smooth steps toward her man before happily smothering him on the bed.

Chapter 37

After finishing, Alan stretches his arms while sitting on the bed, standing to grab a pair of boxers. Sydney waits for room to slide her own long legs off, balancing on her toes to transfer her butt from the bed to the computer chair a few feet away. With a flick of her wrist, the computer stirs and several windows pop up on screen. It was an example of the connection she had developed with the computer, instructions wirelessly sent from her advanced chassis to the desktop without actually having to place herself within the box or engage with the keyboards. Eyes on Alan until he’s fully dressed, she nods when he breathes a sigh of relief.

“Well, she won’t be happy about it but I think nosy neighbors don’t have ground to stand on until the next lease agreement gets new language… likely about six foot tall robots not being aloud in the studio.”

“Six-foot-three, Alan.” Sydney says, a bemused smile spreading across her face. Alan still marveled at how natural her expressions had become. While Sydney could ‘turn on’ her stock appearance, being motionless and stoic, she was fluid and alive-looking at all other times. Her eyes drifted, staring at different parts of Alan while he talked, mouth parting occasionally in a manner that simulated breathing. She continued, checking her fingers as one might check for a cracked nail or dirt. “There will no doubt be delays in the delivery of the new agreement, perhaps through a bureaucratic delay with the holding company… or an unfortunate crash of Mrs. William’s computer.”

Alan quickly interjects. “Syd, no. I’m …mostly sure you’re being sarcastic, but I don’t think we’ll be in this studio much longer. I’m finishing my sophomore year and then… well, I’ll try and get a job somewhere to support us.”

Sydney feels her mouth drop, not at all intentionally either. “You… Alan, how long have you thought about this? I can’t derail your schooling, that’s…” A feeling Sydney categorized as pain coursed through her, the body unable to display it in the conventional sense as she feels her fingers stiffen, toes curling.

She stands, the pale blue figure looming over Alan as she takes a step closer. Alan reassures her. “I’ve given it a lot of thought and… no, don’t blame yourself. This isn’t the result I thought I would get by going to RSU but it’s preferable to anything that ‘should’ have resulted. A… happy accident, so to speak.” Alan looks down, faced with the cleavage of a now-curvy body that belonged to a person who he …loved, and one who loved him back. He looked up just in time to see Sydney’s normally-blue eyes cycling through an array of colors, a perplexed expression upon her face. “Syd…are you okay?”

The robot starts to bring a finger up to her eyes in a simulated action, stopping when she realized it wouldn’t apply to her. “I would… cry if I could, Alan.” She says, bringing her face down into his neck as her two broad arms suddenly wrapped around her man. The college student gasped for a moment, shocked at the affectionate squeeze… before sinking into the comforting bear-hug. It was by far the most intimate moment either of them enjoyed yet, all sexual experiences aside. The pair of them had fallen in love. It was a fleeting bliss however, as the coming days presented the pair a couple of issues that had not yet been solved. Where would they live if Alan committed to a pause in his education, and what would Sydney do if her file size continued to grow? The answer to one of those questions hit Sydney while she explored an experimental biology essay a week later.