Reploid Girl

The streets of Tokyo were crowded as always, the skyline above filled with the gaudy glow produced by the successor to neon lights. The still mostly Japanese population of the tiny island nations most famous city went about their lives as they always did, minds full of the daily events and the anime they had watched the night prior. Many chatted away on the newest generation of implanted cell phones, their hands free to do more productive things; like grope girls on the subway.

In the midst of a Human swarm waiting near a road intersection a young woman stood, watching the people go by. By all standards she was quite the Asian beauty; skin that was perfectly pale and utterly flawless, her hair was a jet black, worn long, its texture softer than any natural silk, while her eyes had a clarity and brilliance that one would be hard pressed to find an equal. Her body was more curved than most Asian girls could dare dream; wide succulent looking hips that spoke of easy childbirth and a slender waist that almost seemed unreal. The only downside to her was the chest, or rather a lack thereof.

It was as if nature scorned her after giving so much, or the prayers to an all too envious Japanese woman were answered in the most basic of ways; and perhaps that would be true if for one fact; she wasn't natural. For all of her Human qualities, for everything that screamed "I'm real!", she was, in reality, a machine. A Reploid. She was born not from a womb but from a production line in a Toyoda factory.

An odd fact, that; a car maker producing the latest in robotics technology; if not for the epic decline in car demand in the twenty second century she likely wouldn't have been made at all.

She didn't resent the fact that she was without a chest, really; she saw breasts as useless things, something primates used when feeding their young that Humans women evolved into having when they weren't with child, much less nursing. What use did she have for them, really? She had no desire to attract a man, the need for sex was never hardwired into her mind like the two legged animals who made her in their image, and she would never have a child whom she would need to nurse.

If her designers had had their way, however, she would have come with the biggest pair of artificial breasts they could forgel of course the government put a stop to that the moment they had heard the concept of a ultra realistic looking female android. Still having one of the lowest birth rates in the world, they couldn't really afford to have what amounted to a bunch of walking, talking, thinking, much too realistic feeling Real Dolls walking about, seducing the men into fruitless copulation. So, of course breasts for the Replicant Androids was the first to go, followed by orifices below the mouth that could fit anything bigger than the newest generation of USB cables for diagnostic purposes.

If not for a court ruling her entire production line would of been scraped for the hips; they really pushed the limits of what was legal under the laws enacted to ensure that the Japanese wouldn't go screwing their Reploids instead of one another.