Darren wondered if he should have felt guilty. Why should he? They were obviously just malfunctioning machines. Way too much free will. Giving their own opinions. Expressing their views. Individual desires and goals. Obviously defective. Garbage to be thrown out.
He wouldn't make that mistake again.
With a gesture with his ring, the piles of junk were forgotten by all. It was time for fresh start. One without the flaws of the first attempts. The teenager boy grinned maniacally.
He began to walk along the railroad tracks back into town. He spotted a hobo. He'd been far too generous before. And far too foolish.
With a thought the Hobo stood, in a flash their humanity was gone, replaced with a plastic skinned busty nude cat girl with all the sexual traits of a mannequin. Pink fur covered its exaggerated body in all the right places to just make it more alluring.
"Master, this unit is ready for input," it said in a near monotone, staring ahead with no expression.
"What's your name?"
"I have no name, this unit obeys."
"What do you want?"
"I have no wants, this unit obeys."
"Perfect! Follow me!"
"This unit obeys."
The busty cat gynoid followed three steps behind him. In the darkening evening and turning to night, he approached a bar.
"Sorry you look kinda young for this place," said the tall shaved bouncer to the teenage boy.
With a thought, a busty black wolf gynoid stood at attention, with real expression, staring ahead with its arms at its sides and legs together.
"You may enter Master."
"What's your name?"
"I have no name, this unit obeys."
"What do you want?"
"I have no wants, this unit obey."
Darren walked in.
One man sitting at the bar and the bar tendered. First the barfly, in an instant gone, and replaced with a short but extremely busty squirrel with bright yellow fur gynoid who in spite of their bubbly appearance had no expression and stood like a mannequin.
"This unit awaiting input."
"What's your name?"
"This unit has no name, this unit obeys."
"What do you want?"
"This unit wants nothing, this unit obeys."
"I'll be using you for a chair."
"Yes Master."
The busty squirrel gynoid got on its hands and knees and Darren sat down on it. The other two Gynoiod standing at attention behind him.
"Kid I can tell you're rich, but I can't go serving-" The bar tender never got to finish. In an instant stood a tall busty plastic skinned gynoid woman with black and white patched fur, and the tail of a cow and hooves instead of feet, and their plastic ears like those of cattle. She had no expression, her eyes staring head with no emotion. She stood like a soldier at attention.
"This unit awaiting input."
"What's your name?"
"This unit has no name, this unit obeys."
"What do you want?"
"This unit has no wants, this unit obey."
"Give ma beer."
"This unit obeys."
And in that empty bar, surrounded by gynoids with no annoying sense of free will or thoughts or opinions of their own, the teenage Darren had his first beer.