The Virtual Man [The Virtual Reality 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page B

completed the scene.
    Derek had a plan. “Computer, materialize console and a barber,” he whispered.
    Apparently satisfied with her selection, the redhead went into the sleeping area and undressed. On the way to her Roman Bath, she grabbed a towel and wrapped herself in it. By the time she came out, Derek was ready for her. Wearing nothing but a short toga, he nodded formally from his place in the middle of the room.
    “Greetings and salutations, empress. My name is Derek Erecticus, your humble servant and masseur.” Derek had wanted to add a character with that name to the program, but quality control rejected the idea as being too cheesy. Now, with the rest of his life hanging in the balance, he would be that character. To be in the room with her wearing just a towel, that was living!
    * * * *
    Tiana stood there, dumbfounded. She had heard that the realism of characters within holographic programs had been significantly improved in the last few years, but this one was amazing. The program’s author had not missed a single detail. She studied the virtual man before her. It was more realistic than her Personal Attendant. It had a handsome, clean-shaven face, curly jet-black hair, baby-blue eyes, finely sculpted legs and clearly defined, muscular arms, all framing a brawny chest and a ripped torso to die for. She would have probably designed him minus the chest hair, and perhaps given him more of a tan, but overall, the programmer had outdone himself or herself. It must have been a woman who designed this work of art.
He had one hell of a user interface!
    “Shit, don’t you guys ever knock?” she snarled, hoping the computer would finally get the message.
    “I beg your pardon, Ms. Weiss, but your humble servant is merely part of your program.”
    “How do you know my name?”
    “The ship’s computer and I share the same database. I looked it up for your benefit.”
    Tiana supposed that made sense. “Well, call me Tiana. Ms. Weiss sounds old and matronly.”
    The last thing she needed, particularly after the day she’d had, was to feel old and matronly.
    “As you wish, Tiana,” Derek replied. She had never heard her own name sound better. It seemed to roll off his tongue.
    Tiana crossed her arms, tilted her head and stared at him, her cursed engineering curiosity getting the best of her. Finally breaking the silence, she asked, “Are you anatomically correct?”
    Appearing a little flustered, he responded after a short pause. “Yes, I am. Why do you ask?”
    Is he blushing? Since when did they program modesty into these things?
    “Just curious. They seem to have done a really outstanding job on you. The programmers, I mean. You are a close approximation of a real man, less sterile than my Personal Attendant.”
    “Actually, I am your new Personal Attendant. I am an upgrade.”
    Tiana walked slowly up to him.
This was one hell of an upgrade!
She’d have to have a word or two with her technical support people upon her arrival at the Magellan Outpost. Slowly circling him, she lifted the back hem of his toga, exposing two perfectly formed butt cheeks.
    “What an amazing amount of detail. Look at the curvature, the skin tone. Hmmm.”
    Tiana hauled off and slapped the right cheek to see what would happen. It bounced and even turned a shade of red. She placed her hand on it and it felt warm to the touch. She squeezed it and it felt soft, yet muscular. Derek silently allowed her to experiment. As she continued her examination, she moved directly in front of him and lifted his toga , this time exposing his manhood. Tiana outlined it with her index finger. As her nail grazed him, she was surprised to see his penis hardening.
    “Very anatomically correct indeed,” she murmured. “And nicely sized.” The engineer in her was fascinated as she thought through all the algorithms that must have gone into that simple reaction.
    She heard Derek clear his throat, apparently to get her attention.
    “I am programmed to