Jealous

My wife was hurt and confused when she discovered all of the TG sites in my browser history. Somehow, she thought she would get even with me by slipping the nu-gen nanites into my beer. Now, she's so jealous of my Sexbot 3000 body that she's saving up for another dose for herself.  All's well that ends well...

Nu-life, epilogue

I hope you're enjoying the benefits of your new body. While I would love to give you my personal attention, I now have seven billion daughter's, and it may take me a while for me to get to you. In the meanwhile, here are my commands as Dictator of the Earth: love each other. Create. Try something new. Have fun. If your batteries get low, have sex with your neighbor, or do what I do and replicate yourself for an instant sex partner.

Nu-Life, part 3

Dennis showed me everything about my new body. I was now built for pleasure, and every touch nearly brought me to orgasm. Dennis showed me how my new body was pretty much a stable nanite cloud now. I could change my shape to any form desired, even duplicating myself if ever I was short of a sexual partner.

The nanites had rendered me practically immortal, with no bodily needs other than for sex. Dennis' plan made sense. We could free the human race from everything that brought us down. We could end poverty and hunger, and instead of war, we could create a planet of love.

The solution was easy, really. All I had to do was to make sure that we could exhale clouds of active  nanites, set to a forty-eight hour time delay. Then, we infiltrate a dozen of the world's busiest airports. I figure we can infect 80% of the world's population before anyone even notices something is up. We set our plan into motion a day ago, and I'm putting the icing on the cake here at the Cannes Film festival. In less than a week, the whole earth will be the Planet of the Veronicas.

Did I allow my children free will, or will the newly transformed sexbots seek out a master to serve? You'll find out soon enough...

Nu-Life, part 2

I thought the transformation would hurt. It didn't. In fact, it felt...good. I also thought I would freak out at seeing a new, female face in the mirror. I didn't. In fact, I made a pretty hot babe. Finally, I thought that becoming some kind of sexbot android would feel strange. It didn't. In fact, I felt  could take on the world. For the longest time, I just stared at my new reflection, getting more turned on every second.

Dennis laughed as she watched the emotions play I've my face. "I know exactly what you're feeling," she said. "Honey, I'm here to help. If you think you feel good now, wait until you're charged with sexual energy."

It was all more than I could take in. "Why me? Why change me like this?"

Dennis sighed. "I told you. We need you to figure out a way to make the nanites go viral. My expertise is in programming and Heizenkeizer...Well, he's pretty much having a constant orgy with himself."

"Come again?"

"Long story. It will probably be easier to show you. You're going to love it! So, are you in?"

"I don't know. It's all so much..."

"Matt, once you see what your new body can do, you'll see what a gift we're bringing to humanity. But we have to act quickly. People will get paranoid if we move too slow. We'll be quarantined at best, or made into public enemies at worst. Tell me you'll help us."

I must have looked uncertain, because Dennis ran a hand up my thigh. My knees nearly buckled. "Feels good, doesn't it? That's all the food and drink and sleep you'll need  from now on. Now say yes."

"Oh, God, yes," I said, pulling Dennis in for a kiss. Maybe I wasn't thinking rationally, but I knew I needed this.

Nu-Life, part 1

(A tribute to the work that Sturkwork has generously shared on tgcomics.com)

"Don't you recognize me?"   the stunning brunette asked, blowing smoke from her cigar into my face.

"Should I?" I asked, clearly more interested in her lack of a bra than her name at the moment.

"It's me, Dennis," she said. That was clearly rubbish. Dennis was my bald, overweight friend who worked at Nu-Life. I made my skepticism known.

"If you had listened when I told you about our work with nanites, you might believe me, she continued. "Dr. Heizenkeizer finally found a way to use the morphonic resonator to transform organic matter into hyper-realistic synthetic sentient beings. He and I have replaced our original bodies and have upgraded ourselves to become VR-0-N1C/A model sexbots. While most Veronica models are mindless drones bound to their masters, we have found a way to maintain our free will. We will need it, if we are to deliver our gift to the human race."

I laughed. "Pull the other one. You're no android, and Dennis is a shithead prankster. You're talking about stuff that is impossible."

The woman smiled in a way that seemed eerily familiar. "You always were a skeptic, Matt. That's why I've been having you inhale the nanites that I've implanted in my cigar. We need you expertise if we're going to make our plan work. That's why we decided to have you join us."

Suddenly, I  felt dizzy...