Soft Spoken Manipulator Novels & Stories

The world’s pulse resonated through the floor, steady and alive. She placed her hand on the console. The system responded—soft warmth spreading through her skin, like touching the heart of the world. Data scrolled past her eyes: empathy flux stable, coherence 0.88. She whispered, “Good. Stay human.” Then, faintly, through the resonance, a child’s voice answered—clear and distant. Still listening. Sophia smiled, tears stinging her eyes. “Thank you, Mina.” The hum deepened in reply. Not ownership, not control—just presence.

she whispered softly, her voice trembling slightly but filled with honesty. The vulnerability in her words matched the raw emotion in her eyes, her admission hanging between them like an unspoken vow. It was a confession that transcended the physicality of their connection, reaching into the depths of her heart. She wasn’t merely asking for the physical pleasure he was so eager to give her—she was asking for him, all of him, just as he was, and as she had always dreamed of having him.

The tool warbled into silence, then started again. "I want you to tell the robot what I say, then tell me what it says". "Sure", Sam replied confidently. "Roll me in that direction". The human held the sphere with both hands, then rolled it down the corridor. The robot came to a stop, sprouted four spindly legs, and spidered forward. A series of high pitched squeaks were heard. Jyro closed half the distance and paused lest his presence interfere. "What did you say?" "I asked the unit what it was doing", the Thraki machine replied.

"Wait, sir! That's not a real human." "Who would have thought that an intelligent man like you would see this as a real human? We're not a slaughter house. Mr. Romero, for your information, I am the inventor of Francis 1.0. He is the first ever S.A.M. or Self Automated Machine that we made." "But what is my purpose here? He looks like a complete package. I did think that he is already a human." "Nice question, you're here..." he put down the tablet first before looking straight to my eyes. "You're here because he's still a dead humanoid robot." my face contorted in confusion when I heard his reason.

’ I read the article with growing disbelief. “A senior member of staff at the computer software company, Kingpinz Robotics, revealed today that the company is on the verge of selling a revolutionary text-to-speech software called MOTHER to computer hardware company Sunrise Ltd. for the production an augmentative and alternative communication or AAC device, in a deal rumored to be over ten million dollars. Directors at Sunrise have been battling rumors of pay cuts and problematic working conditions for the past few months, and the acquisition of this software is a huge coup for them.” Slowly I lift my gaze to Damon. “What the fuck?”

He wanted me to stop moving around and just lie on him quietly. He then spared Andrew a glance, and with an unexpectedly cold voice, said, "Don't say those kinds of things." Andrew was surprised. "It's serious?" Spencer's lips flattened into a line, and his Adam's apple bobbed visibly before he answered, "Yes." If the lights were a bit brighter, Andrew would be able to see just how tortured Spencer was, as he tried his hardest to restrain himself. The thing was, although his hand was on my neck preventing my head from moving, it was not as if I could not move other parts of my body.

“Is that the ship?” “Do you not like it?” replied Miko. “It is a Vessel Interaction Intelligence. I wanted a talking ship, and so I installed one myself. I can deactivate it, if it bothers you.” “Nono, it’s fine. Could it maybe not be a guy? I mean, it’s kinda weird to hear the Spirit of Amelia as a dude, you know? Or is that just me?” “Hmm, I do not believe it matters. But we can change it however we want. The package comes with multiple voices.”