The Nyanny

In the future, robotics and advanced A.I. become a ubiquitous part of society, aiding mankind in all facets of everyday life. However, they still retained the cold impersonal look of a machine until a new development rocketed over the uncanny valley. Grown rather than built, this new kind of being was made possible by hacking the human genome and combining biology with nanomachines: cyborgs down to the cellular level, but outwardly perfectly human in appearance. Too perfect, in fact. Over concerns of the new artificial people posing as real humans, world governments quickly acted to require that they all be made to possess a clearly visible non-human trait, which was accomplished in a variety of ways by drawing upon both fanciful fiction and animal DNA. Now, they live and work among us, programmed to serve. You can even have sex with them. These are some of their stories. These are the

CYBORGANIC BIOROID CHRONICLES

“The Nyanny”

by the Perv Otaku

“I’ve decided.”

“Oh?” I asked, looking up from my morning coffee. My wife Amanda hadn’t bothered putting on a shirt yet, or even a bra, mostly because our infant son Franklin was currently suckling warm milk from one of her delicious tits, but also because she knew I appreciate the view. Presumably this was about the question that had been looming ever since she discovered her pregnancy, whether or not she was going to return to work when her maternity leave was up. My own job paid well enough that we would have managed okay on just the one income, but with the second income on hand we would have no problem making the monthly payments on a nanny. It really came down to the fact that Amanda was a rather high ranked person at her job and had worked hard to get there, and she enjoyed it so very much. However, the maternal instinct is strong, and many a gung-ho career woman has left it all behind in a heartbeat to stay home with her child.

“I’ve got to go back,” Amanda said. “I’ve done as much as I can telecommuting, but even with that, they’re not managing as well as they can with me there. If I do decide to quit and be a housewife later on, it has to be with a much better transition period.”

“Well alright then,” I replied. “Now that that’s settled, when do you want to go pick out a nanny?”

“Oh, go ahead without me. You know I hate the pushy salesmen in those kinds of places. I trust your judgement.”

“I’ll go today after work, then. That’ll give you plenty of time with her before you start work again. Any preference on what kind I get?”

She gave me a sly look and said, “You goofball. I know exactly what kind you want. Go ahead, you have my permission.”
A broad grin formed across my face and I leaned down to give her a deep, loving kiss. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”

“Every day,” she replied. “Now get going, or you’ll be late.”

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The door chimed as I entered the shop. Dozens of them stood inside, mostly young women dressed in simple cotton panties and loose fitting cropped tank tops that didn’t quite reach down far enough to cover the underside of their breasts, but also a handful of men dressed in boxer shorts. “Ah, hello. Can I interest you in a used bioroid today?” asked the lone human as he stepped forward. He was slightly balding, with a thick moustache and a wearing a suit. He very nearly fit all the clichés of his profession.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” I replied. “My wife and I just had a baby and we’re in the market for a nanny.”

“Ah, congratulations!” he said, clasping his hands together. “What a happy occasion. I can definitely help you with that. I’m Marvin. Call me Marv.”

“I’m Mike,” I said in return.

“Well Mike, did you have anything particular in mind? See anything you like?” Marv asked.

“I was thinking about going with something of the feline persuasion,” I said.

“Oh, an excellent choice. Very popular. I believe I do have some in stock. Won’t you please step over here while I call them over,” he said, leading the way as he tapped out some commands on his computer pad. Five bioroids around the store suddenly came out of standby mode and walked to the middle of the store, lining up in front of us. All five had cat ears on top of their heads and a furry tail hanging from their rear. I suppressed a gleeful giggle. I stepped closer to examine them. These were no mere costume pieces. The ears were honest-to-goodness flesh and fur, just like on the animal itself, and completely functional. All of them had hair styles that covered the sides of their heads, but I reached out and brushed it aside on one of them. Her tail twitched as I touched her, and I could see that there indeed was no human ear underneath.

I took a step back to look over my choices. One had Asian features and skintone, which seemed quite appropriate for a catgirl. Another had a dark African complexion, talk about your black cats. However, a Caucasian family with a non-Caucasian servant? Even though they are just bioroids, the idea of it smelled of unfortunate implications. Too much of a throwback to centuries ago. The third option was tall, with dark hair and sharp features. She looked like the kind of person that would be stern, no-nonsense, and nearly emotionless. No doubt her personality could be set to anything, but anything else just wouldn’t suit her, and while that did have an allure all its own and frankly is rather spot-on for a cat, it wouldn’t make for the best of nannies.
The fourth was a little shorter than the others, with a soft, cheerful face and dirty blonde hair down to her shoulders. Without realizing it I instinctively put my hand up, placed it on her head and scratched behind her ear.