The secrets of furdroid production “Are you sure this is necessary?” SyntheSex’s newest employee asked nervously. He was a slightly heavyset human male of average height and weight, and at the moment he happened to be strapped to a chair with an IV feeding nootropics into his jugular. He’d spent the last decade since graduating college living in his parents’ basement and drifting from part-time job to job, when he found that job posting for “creative furdroid design” it had seemed like a dream come true. However, he was starting to feel some doubts about the “orientation session”. A speaker set into the wall chirped on, “We told you already, there are certain things about our business that we would rather the more puritanical elements of the population not discover. Since non-disclosure agreements have proven insufficient to ensure true secrecy we have to implant hypnotic suggestions.” The new employee’s eye drifted to the intravenous injection. “That’s a drug to help you reach the hypnotic state more easily.” “All right then,” he sighed in exasperation as he gave in. “Just don’t make it so I kill myself if I blab.” “Of course not, human survival instinct is too strong for that sort of suggestion to be effective.” A panel in the ceiling opened and a blinking multi-colored LED light suspended from a fine cable dropped down to roughly eye level. “Watch the light.” A feminine voice commanded in soothing tones, the light blinked green. “Inhale slowly.” Sleep “Exhale.” The light turned red Deep sleep “Inhale.” Deep green. Sleep “Exhale…” Light red. My eyelids are becoming very heavy and tired I just want to close my eyes The moment I close my eyelids, I shall fall into a deep hypnotic sleep, I will do whatever they say, SyntheSex knows best, ---------------- The SyntheSex Corporation had started out as a producer of internet pornography in the early 21st century. However the CEO had some odd ideas and decided to use the massive profits from porn to acquire a small company that produced highly realistic sex dolls as well as another company that made robots. The result was predictable. Sex droids, gynoid (and occasionally android) prostitutes. Unfortunately the company ran into a bit of a snag, the “Uncanny valley”. Not many people were attracted to girls made of latex, most even found them to be a bit “creepy”, sales were exceedingly low due to the high price tag and the brothel they opened in Las Vegas got barely enough sexually frustrated tourists to remain profitable. Then one day a sexdroid mechanic discovered the “furry fandom”, as an experiment he obtained the most realistic “fursuit” he could afford and draped it over the metal skeleton of one of their models. The “furry” droid did surprisingly well in market research, sales and rentals for replicas far outstripped the original models. As the decades passed furdroids became more and more realistic, faux fur and skin that felt like the real thing, artificial circulatory systems and heating units to give them a pulse and body heat. When medical nanomachines capable of constructing living organisms were developed SyntheSex adapted them to create furdroids that were partially alive. Or so they claimed… ---------------- Back in the orientation room the new “employee” was too dazed to notice that the clear solution flowing down his IV was being replaced with a metallic grey substance. The voice was still intoning the same words “inhale, exhale” while something else so subtle it almost seemed like his own thoughts continued to whisper instructions. My life before is irrelevant As the grey fluid passed the skin the human’s neck began to sprout red hairs, a thick coat that spread out from the area of injection and spread down his chest. My name is unit# FDH1043673, that is all I am, all I ever was, all I will be The nanovirus reached his heart and was pumped into his arteries, creamy white fur covering his chest and belly and his limbs and head covered with bright orange-red. I am not human, I was nothing before now The grey fluid was replaced with another, this one the color of blood. The pain means nothing, it is but an illusion Of course, that was also a lie. His nerves burned as the assemblers broke down muscles and bones and fat tissue and reassembled them elsewhere needed. Sheets of steel grew over the bones of his spine and limbs. His body shifted, reshaping itself, the folds of fat shrank as he grew DD-cup breasts, belly fat transferred to the hips. Then the real changes began. The former human, former male’s scrotum shrank back against their crotch, the testicles vanished as the sac reshaped itself into a vertical slit. “His” genitals now looked more like the lower parts of a fur-covered human female, only with a three-inch long clitoris. But the nanites weren’t done yet, hir ears inched up the sides of hir head, elongating into pyramidal shapes. Hir nose and mouth protruded outwards into a visibly canine muzzle. Finally the remaining excess mass gathered into a large bulge right above hir shapely buttocks, from which a tail began to snake out through a specially designed hole in the chair. ---------------- “Who are you?” the original masculine voice returned as the new furdroid’s restraints were removed and shi was allowed to move freely. Shi simply stood up as if nothing had happened. “I am unit# FDH1043673, a newly completed vulpine model furdroid, gender exotic-herm, color scheme standard.” She rattled off breathlessly, with ease. The voice asked another question, “And what were you before?” Shi paused for a microsecond, as if something were wrong, “nothing.” ---------------- “You see, we can even fabricate exotics through this process in a fraction of the time it takes to grow them the old-fashioned way.” The recording of FDH1043673’s genesis paused on a close-up of hir new body angled from below, from hir vulpine head to hir swollen teats to hir round buttocks and fluffy tail, there was no indication that shi had ever been a basement dwelling human being. Next to the projection a scientist in a lab coat stood gesturing towards the furdroid’s exposed genitals, the rest of the room was taken up by a long conference table around which the holographic avatars of SyntheSex’s board of directors sat. “And without having to support the biological components as they grow in vitro for months we cut costs in the long run by approximately 12%.” One of the holograms blinked green as the user, most likely halfway around the world, asked a question, “why did you take its balls off?” Of course the stupid questions came first, “because early robotic herms had testes and users found that they just got in the way of the vagina, also the scrotum is analogous to the labia and we don’t need them to breed anyways. Nanites in their blood compensate for any hormone deficiencies.” “I’m sure you both find that very interesting, but that is public information, we’re here to discuss that which we don’t plan to tell people.” An avatar at the far end of the table, the CEO and majority stockholder, stated plainly, “for example, is there a chance of it breaking the programming?” Good, something somewhat intelligent. “Highly unlikely, one of the selection criteria for the process is a desire to become a transspecies chimera. They want to be what we change them into you see. And besides the nanobots insert an emergency control matrix into the nervous system. If the furdroid is in danger of going against their post-hypnotic reprogramming, which would take something like life-threatening harm caused by a client, they are paralyzed and rendered unconscious until one of our technicians can administer a memory wipe. Which is why we’ll continue to use the older and more durable robots for BDSM.”