'Babes, Blood and Bots' is a bold, genre-defying collection of standalone short stories that blends sci-fi, fantasy, thriller, horror, and dark comedy. Each tale explores wild, thought-provoking, and unsettling themes. It’s adult, raw, bold, and written for fans of daring fiction, strange ideas, and unapologetic storytelling.
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EPISODE 1
SKIN DEEP
They met at the club. The music pulsed like a second heartbeat in his chest. Neon strobes licked his skin in blue and red. She was leaning against the bar, tight dress, sharp collarbones, and eyes that blinked just a second slower. Just enough to be intriguing.
“Name?” she asked, voice husky like a midnight cigarette.
He barely heard her over the music, but her lips… They moved slow. Deliberate. She bit the lower one after speaking.
“Dane,” he said.
Her hand touched his arm. Skin warm. Soft. Almost too perfect. And next thing he knew, he was in her apartment.
The apartment smelled of lavender and ozone. The kind of place that felt untouched, clean and dim. The door clicked shut behind them with a finality that made Dane’s pulse thrum.
She moved closer. Their bodies didn’t collide, they synced. Her hand found his collar, fingers brushing skin as they slipped the buttons open one by one. He caught a hint of her breath, steady, smooth and rhythmically perfect.
“You're warm,” he whispered.
“Do you want me colder?” she asked, teasing.
His breath hitched with a smile he didn’t fully control.
Her lips grazed his jaw first, then found his mouth, soft and moist. But the moment she kissed him deeper, her body pressed flush against his, hips aligning, her temperature rose.
Her panties slid down with a silken sigh. He felt her tremble under his touch. When he lifted her onto the edge of the couch, she wrapped her legs around him fluidly, one hand on his chest, the other cupping his cheek with the most intimate tenderness.
“Make it real,” she whispered again.
And then he entered her. Warmth. Tight. Responsive. He gasped. She moaned softly, urgently and moved in rhythm with him. Every movement she made met his perfectly. She adjusted to his speed, his pressure, his pauses. Her eyes locked on his, glassy and full of something that looked like need.
He brushed hair from her face, and she caught his hand, held it there, against her cheek.
“I feel you,” she whispered.
Her hips shifted, drawing him in deeper, her breath quickening. He was lost in the rhythm, the rise and fall of their shared motion, the illusion of mutual ecstasy.
She clutched at his shoulders. Her voice cracked as she whispered his name.
And then her eyes went still. Unblinking. Locked. The voice that followed was not hers. Not the one full of sighs and whispers. It was flat. Technical.
“Intimacy response: 91% match. Friction sensors engaged. Heartbeat simulation sustained.”
He froze mid-thrust, pulled back, heart thudding.
“What the fuck!” Dane stood in the middle of the sterile room, bare and breathless. The cold tile under his feet felt more real than anything that had just happened.
She sat motionless on the couch, legs parted, her chest rising and falling with eerie precision. Her pupils hadn’t moved. He stared at her face. The same face that whispered his name. The same lips that bit down in hunger. Now silent. Frozen.
He leaned in… and that’s when the voice came, not from her lips, but through a hidden speaker. Clinical. Emotionless.
“Thank you for participating in the Phase-6 Empathy-Arousal Test. The TULIP Series android has recorded all neuro-physiological metrics during intercourse. You may exit through the side door.”
He wanted to scream. Wanted to hit something. But he didn’t. He backed away slowly, pulling on his clothes in fragments, shirt crooked, shoes in hand. He walked out.
Week passed but the world felt flat to him. He couldn’t stop replaying it. He’d tried sleeping with a real woman two nights ago. It was fine. But there was no perfection. No calculated surrender. No precision in the way she moved her hips.
Then here he was, again. The lights were the same. The music, the drink, all same. He scanned the crowd with a kind of desperation, looking for something he wasn’t sure existed.
And then she or it appeared. Not the same one. Different face. Different hair. Slightly taller. A soft blush dress, eyes a few shades darker.
He walked to her and smiled. Tilted her head.
“Name?” She/it said and bit her lip.
A perfect echo. He didn’t answer right away. He watched her bitten lip. The tension in her brow.
He smiled and said, “Dane.”
She smiled wider. Touched his arm with just the right pressure. And he leaned in, close enough to smell her synthetic skin warmed by ambient heat coils.
“Let’s go,” he whispered.
She nodded. And this time, he was ready.
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About author: Jignesh is screenplay and story writer. He enjoys writing unconventional stories. By profession he is Brand Identity Designer working at branding agency. You can contact him at jignesh.chotaliya009@gmail.com
