Alien Sex Robots: Sick Sounds From Space!

Alien Sex Robots.

The day was May 16, 2036.  Genevieve was preparing for a busy weekend, packing an overnight bag for a trip to Milwaukee. Her cell phone began to ring but she was blasting her record player to max volume, enjoying preparing for her fun almost more than the plans themselves. Finally, she went to her bedroom where the phone was charging. She saw the screen light up. The call was showing all zeros and ones. She answered the phone, hearing a loud oscillating sound that nearly made her faint. Very annoyed, she hung up, only to notice her music had stopped, and the midday sounds around had become eerily silent. She went outside to see her neighbors had formed a line outside. But where were they going? This is the story of the Alien Sex Robots.

She Walked Up to Them, Asking What Had Happened.

Nothing. No response. Not even a flinch to her touch. Their eyes were dazed and their bodies were moving so slowly they looked like a thousand human slugs moving toward one giant, decaying fruit. “What is this?” She said aloud. Her voice trembled as she began running down what seemed like a never-ending line. The heat rose significantly that day and she began to sweat, cooling her off, but not leveling her anxiety. She had no idea her neighbors were in line to become Alien Sex Robots! Gen started to shake them, hoping they would wake from this trance. As she continued down the line, faces became less familiar, and she realized, it wasn’t just her neighborhood. She went all over Chicago. Everywhere from Bridgeport to Rogers Park. Everyone was the same.

Everyone in Chicago Had Become Alien Sex Robots.

She spent the next two days breaking into homes, stores, and bars, in hope. In hope of finding someone who could explain. Multiple lines had formed and created a web, where she wasn’t sure where the center could be and was also afraid of what it led to. She had made it this far untainted and wanted it to remain that way. That’s when we found him. He was behind the glass at her favorite deli, making a sandwich.  “Care to make another?” she said with great relief. He looked up, thrilled to not only have found another unchanged but to have found another so incredibly beautiful. He said, “What will it be?” Genevieve leaned forward and said, “The last Lox bagel on earth, maybe?”

After Their Meal, They Began to Walk.

Coffees in hand, they began trading information, in hopes of finding something new about the future Alien Sex Robots. Unfortunately, their experiences had been nearly identical, even with having just found one other like themselves. They decided to stick together. It wasn’t a hard decision. They both were extremely attracted to one another and thought secretly about enjoying each other as the last two on Earth. Once the adrenaline had slowed, they decided to take a nap, in the best hotel downtown Chicago has to offer, of course. They took turns showering, after finding new clothes through scattered suitcases in each room. They remained close, still, in case something changed for the worse. And then it did. Another loud sound erupted, unlike anything they ever heard before. Mass moaning.

Alien Sex Robots Were Now The Human Race.

They peaked through their windows to see Extra Terrestrials coming down hundreds at a time, in the blink of an eye. Suddenly the once-in-trance humans became lively once again, but with only one purpose, to please their new masters. Overwhelmed with emotion, the two of them could not feel sadness. All they could think about was sex. Was it possible the oscillator did affect them, but just not as it was meant to? They walked freely in front of the invaders and were never in harm’s way. Finally, the new Adam and Eve fucked wherever they wanted as they adjacently joined this mass orgy. Watching in a sort of earthling cuckold, fucking each other’s brains out for a never-ending hookup for the rest of their erotic, kinky days.

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