Gayle felt a trickle of sweat run down between her breasts as she sat in her lawn chair under the tree by her driveway. She pulled the neck of her shirt out and blew down it, letting the air dry her. For the hundredth time this morning, she thought of what a bad idea this had turned out to be. Her friends had told her that she needed to get rid of the jerks belongings he had left behind when he had run off with that Hooters waitress, that she should just have a garage sale and at least get a little money along with the satisfaction of clearing out what he had left behind.
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.
As I drove back to my rented house with my prize in trunk, I pondered just what I had here. A beautiful little slut with a tight wet pussy. On the other hand she was probably Amber Alert young. But I had gone too far to stop now anyway, may as well see it through now. I pulled into the driveway and cut the lights. After I killed the engine, I walked around back to the trunk, and opened it up, revealing my treasure. She was curled up in a ball, disheveled and beautiful. I reached in picked her up, she made a few weak noises as I carried her down to the basement.