Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Android problem #2 – those pesky emotions by Eva Lefoy

Please welcome Eva Lefoy to the blog today!

When I think of androids and emotions I automatically think of Data from Star Trek The Next Generation or TNG as us trekkers call it. Data made such hilarious attempts at becoming more “human.” Remember his bad jokes? He tries cooking, painting, composing poetry and even gets a pet – a cat named Spot – in his efforts to be more humanlike. All of his efforts of call fall quite short of the mark. Then, he gets an emotion chip.

Ah, the dreaded, longed-for and oft-touted in sci-fi stories emotion chip. What must it feel like to suddenly get one? It must be something like going from zero to sixty in a nanosecond. Bam! Us humans barely learn to control these pesky things, and we’ve had a lifetime of practice!

Enter special agent Everett, the hero of my android love story, Download my Love. He’s got some rudimentary emotional capability as part of his framework, but certainly nothing like the whirlwind Data experiences with his wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am installation. Until he sees Samantha Gold, sees her house blown to bits, and knows he must protect her at all costs.

Little does he know it will cost him his heart.

Along the way he finds out what he * thinks * is true is not, and that he’s more human than he thought. To top it off, every bit of Everett was made specifically for Samantha by her late father. Even his detachable penis.

Yeah, doesn’t that give a girl pause?

See how Everett deals with his emotions – or fails miserably – in the following excerpt.


Security Core agent Everett is assigned a special case—protect the daughter of Simon Gold, the father of modern mechanoid life. To ensure her survival, Everett’s given a special EMO upgrade, and can experience love for the first time. He’s soon head over heels and the super-charged sexual attraction threatens to fry his circuits while he fights to stay one step ahead of the bad guys.

Samantha Gold detests her father’s work. She’s an off-the-grid back-to-lander who wants to keep life simple with her cows and her crops. When her father dies and inadvertently transfers a secret code to a hidden receptor in her brain, it’s only android Agent Everett who can protect her. Can she ever forgive her father for creating Everett—a man so perfect for her that he even loves her cows?


“Okay. Rolling.”
The sun’s position in the sky changed. The woman emerged from the house and left. The ticking time clock in the lower right hand side of the vid stated 11:15 a.m. About an hour before he’d finished lunch. At approximately 11:30 a.m., a black hulled police-surplus hovercraft descended. He switched to infrared. The ship’s weapons were aimed and hot. Still, he twitched in surprise as the craft opened fire and the target exploded. The short, intense torpedo volley decimated the little house in seconds. The woman would have been immediately killed as well, if she had been inside. His gut churned at the thought, something that didn’t normally happen. Emotions, normally vague, appeared out of nowhere. Concern. An urgent need to protect. Anger over their attempt to hurt her. They fuzzed his brain, making it hard to concentrate.
“Now, Everett, we’re downloading mission directives and doing some upgrades I think you should hear about. We’re giving you additional weapons package B42 and the Emo enhancement. We’re starting the file transfer now. You’ll feel a little pinch.”
The needle jabbed into his neck with the delicacy of a stone club wielded by a short Neanderthal. He winced at the machine’s clumsiness as the nanos entered his fluid stream to deliver the programming. Some would be immediately activated and run, other software commands would lay dormant for now, processing during his moments of downtime. If he had any. He started to fidget, the need to find the rustic red-headed woman gnawing at his nerve circuitry. “Alex?”
“Yeah, Everett?”
“Why the Emo upgrade?” He’d heard about the upgrade but hadn’t read the available data on it. For all he knew, he’d start crying at embarrassing moments or something equally unfit for his line of work. A risk he’d rather not take while rescuing Simon Gold’s daughter.
“It’s a safety protocol, really. We implant the ability for you to fall in love with the subject if it will help improve her survival rate. In other words….”
“I’ll be willing to die for her?” Everett asked.
“Well, not in those exact terms, but yeah. I mean—”
The room exploded in activity. “Incoming transmission.”
“Spooling to real-time monitor.”
“It’s a hot one.”
“Here it comes, Everett.”
He blinked at the abrupt change in setting before his ocular implants. Bright white department store lights flooded the view-screen. It took him a full eighteenth of a second to pick out his charge. She stood by the kitchenware display fondling a ladle. His cock suddenly hardened with the ardent wish she was fondling him. Now where had that come from? It’s never happened before….
“There she is. We’ve found her,” one of the techs said.
Charles’ lower, dreary voice echoed, “So have they.”
He adjusted to widescreen view. There, on the same floor were two dark-clad street issue mechanoids heading her way. His heart beat out a panic mode. The room around him erupted into chaos.
“Go, Everett! Now!”
“Damn it, get those things out of him!”
“Emergency protocol. Emergency protocol,” the computer warbled.
He sat up, twisted away from the needle and ran for the heliport. At full speed, the impact of his feet hitting the floorboards shoved the craft sideways. It toppled over the edge of the building and began to roll. He grabbed the controls and linked, feeding the destination into the database and hauling up on the throttle at the same time.
“Come on, come on, come on,” he chanted. “I can run there faster than this.” He fought the urge to simply jump out of the craft and prove himself right. With every nerve in his body screaming on high alert, he felt a desperation to reach his subject he’d never experienced before. And he knew without a shadow of doubt if he arrived too late, he’d cry.

See what happens to Samantha and Everett as human and android come to terms with the fact they were made for each other in Download My Love, out now from Decadent Publishing!

Thanks for reading,



Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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