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but mostly
from her own very avid fantasies. They’d been examining them, Blue with what
she could have sworn was amusement, until they’d gotten distracted.
    “Is that when you lost your virginity?” Blue asked, lazily
playing with her left nipple. “At sixteen?”
    “Fifteen. But sixteen was when I got brave enough to smuggle
a boy inside the house.”
    “The same boy?”
    “No,” Cally said. “They were never the same boy. What’s the
fun in that?”
    “You’ve had many lovers.”
    “But none of them quite like you, Blue,” she said
cheerfully. “Wow. It just occurred to me—technically, you’re a virgin.”
    “I am many years behind you in experience.”
    “Hey,” Cally said, swatting his immovable shoulder. “Here’s
a lesson in human etiquette—never mention how old a woman is.”
    “You’re not old. You’re young and beautiful.”
    “That’s better.” She lay back, better to appreciate his
talented touch. “You’re a quick learner. And you’re only still a virgin because
you haven’t got the working parts yet. I’m going to enjoy teaching you
everything I know about sex.”
    “Perhaps I will be able to teach you a thing or two.”
    “If you’re lucky.”
    “Until I am properly equipped, this discussion is all
theoretical.” He picked up one of the drawings. “And if I am equipped with
this, I calculate that my loss of virginity will forever be theoretical,
because there is little chance of something this enormous fitting into your
vagina.”
    “Okay, I got carried away a little.”
    “Did you receive the picture of Michelangelo’s David I sent you?”
    “That thing is tiny , Blue. You’ve got to be kidding.
We’re not making you one of those.”
    “It’s flaccid. It is all about potential.”
    “It’s all about girth and that thing is a peanut even when
it’s aroused, believe me.”
    “The David is the epitome of male beauty.”
    “You’re about a hundred times better-looking than a lump of
marble and it’s about time you knew it.”
    Realistically, Blue’s eyes should look the same no matter
what was going on inside him. They glowed and their glow was provided by some
sort of amber-colored lightbulb, which should either be on or off. But
sometimes, now that she knew him, she could see when he was thinking hard. His
eyes dimmed slightly as if the energy was being diverted toward brain power.
And when he decided something or discovered something, his eyes glowed even
brighter than they’d been before.
    They did it now—dimmed then brightened.
    “Thank you,” he said. “I do not believe you but thank you
nevertheless.”
    “You can believe me. I’m a connoisseur of good-looking
males. Life would be a lot easier if you weren’t that specific shade of blue
though,” Cally added. “How long is it going to take them to send the sheets of
skin from Japan? Another two weeks?”
    “Fourteen working days,” said Blue. “It would only have been
seven if you had agreed to use the color they had in stock.”
    “I’ll wait an extra seven days if it means your cock matches
the rest of you. I like your shade of blue.” She ran her palm over his
perfectly sculpted back. “Why do you think my father made you blue?”
    “For the same reason he made all the house robots unnatural
colors,” he replied. “The uncanny valley.”
    “Hmm. That sounds sort of sexy, in a sort of entirely unsexy
way. What is it?”
    “Humans are quite happy to accept the existence of a robot
that does not resemble them too much. For example in fiction, C-3PO, or WALL-E,
or Optimus Prime are acceptable robots. They are humanoid without attempting to
be human. However, the closer a robot looks like a human being, the more
obvious are its differences. A robot that looks like it is trying to imitate a
human will appear uncanny, repulsive, even frightening. Your father created us
in unnatural colors to avoid falling into the uncanny valley.”
    “But you do look human,” Cally said.