It was the year 3,000 and women ruled the world. Indeed, since the discovery of fertilization by egg fusion, Y chromosomes had become rare and there were very few men about. Women still had their sexual needs and among their sophisticated sex toys were gigolobots – robot men with rubber attachments capable of sucking, rubbing and penetration. These attachments could be boiled before use to sterilise them.

 

In this world of sterile sex and laboratory reproduction what was a spotty, hormonal seventeen-year-old youth to do? Become a gigolobot, of course.

 

When Wayne was finally able to escape from his mother’s watchful eye he hurried to the local Gigolobot Rental Centre, took off all his clothes and stood in line with the other sex machines. A couple of women came into the display area and walked slowly down the line.

 

“This one looks unusual,” said one stopping in front of Wayne. “It’s skinny and has lumpy knees.”

 

“And look at its face dear,” said the other, “It’s so ugly and those spots – what were the designers thinking of?”

 

“It must be catering for some weird minority taste,” said the first woman. “Look, it has got its groinal attachment screwed in already.” She grabbed hold and twisted. “That’s funny, it doesn’t seem to turn.”

 

“Perhaps you are meant to pull it,” said her friend.

 

“No, it doesn’t seem to pull either.”

 

“Here, let me have a go. You probably have to push it down first and then pull it. Oh Yuk, it seems to have some sort of squirt mechanism.”

 

“Really? Is that meant to add to the pleasure?”

 

“I don’t see how. Have you got a Kleenex? Thanks.”

 

“Lets hope they don’t have a squirt mechanism in those spots,” said the first woman and they carried on down the line leaving Wayne feeling weak at the lumpy knees.

 

Next a group of teenage girls stopped in front of Wayne.

 

“That’s odd,” said a large blonde. “This one has a red face – and it’s trembling at the knees.”

 

“I think it’s rather cute,” said a small dark-haired girl.

“That’s because you are weird,” said the blonde and she proceeded to entertain the rest of the group by making amusing remarks about Wayne’s nose, ears, spots, physique and groinal attachment.

 

 “It’s not that bad,” said the dark-haired girl.

 

The blonde turned on her contemptuously. “What do you know, you don’t approve of gigolobots”

 

“You can’t afford to rent one more like,” said another girl.

 

“Yes I can,” said the dark haired girl, “I am going to rent this one,” and she pressed the button in front of Wayne.

 

Automated machinery whirred and Wayne was boxed, wrapped and delivered. The dark-haired girl unwrapped him and he saw they were alone in her bed-sit. Hurrah, for the first time in his life he was actually going to do it with a real live girl.

 

“You don’t have to pretend any more,” she said. “I know you’re not a real gigolobot.”

 

“Yes I am,” he said.

 

“Where’s your on-off switch?” She said. She was wearing a skin-tight body stocking which accentuated her curves.

 

“I’m permanently on,” he said and he reached out and grabbed her breasts. She knocked his hands away.

 

“That proves you’re not a gigolobot,” she said. “They are not allowed to take the initiative.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes, they’re just anthropomorphic vibrators, I can’t be bothered with them. What is sex without romance?” It was a rhetorical question and she proceeded to answer it at great length while he stared at her breasts trying to see the nipples.

 

“Oh Wayne,” she sighed soupily. “Your mother must have loved a man, it’s the only way to give birth to a boy.”

 

“Yea,” said Wayne, “she had sex with a passing tramp. She couldn’t afford the Fertilization Centre.”

 

“Oh,” she was taken aback but rallied to continue to extol the virtues of marriage and commitment.

 

“So you don’t want sex?” said Wayne when at last she paused and looked at him enquiringly

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“Not until we are in a committed relationship my darling,” she said. She laid her hand gently on his arm and looked up into his eyes. “What do you want Wayne?”

 

“I want to go back to the Rental Centre,” he said and he climbed back into his box.