Chapter #5Sea Shore Sleepers by: Hole   Kepler-33c, or better known as FlipFlop World, is a habitable planet whose surface is 97% covered in water with most of its small landmasses concentrated around its equator, making home to some of the finest beaches in the Union. The entire planet is owned by the FlipFlop Resorts Corporation and is run as a year vacation spot.
On FlipFlop World, two women, Summer and Tiff, were enjoying a day at the beach of the resort planet. "Hey, Summer?" Tiff called.
Summer, the taller of the two looked up at the sky, illuminated by two suns through her sunglasses. She was wearing a black bikini that revealed most of her tanned body. Her long bronze legs reflected the sunlight, her massive breasts struggled to escape the bikini that was two sizes too small for them, and her plump rear eliminated any trace of her g string like bottoms. Summer pushed her blonde har back to look at her friend. "Yeah, Tiff?" she replied to her life-long friend.
With her as always was her loyal friend Tiff, which is not short for Tiffany, surprisingly. Despite spending so much time on the beach, her skin kept its ivory complexion, complemented by her long brown hair. She wasn't quite as curvy as Summer, but only by a bit. Her white bikini nearly blended in with her skin, its only obvious sign of existence being Tiff's bounteous flesh being lightly squeezed by it.
"You ever wonder what those to bright lights in the sky are?" Tiff asked.
"What? Those things? I think they're called... Suns? Like, that's what I heard other people call 'em." Summer asked, unsure about the correctness of her answer.
As currently made obvious by their conversation, Summer and Tiff weren't exactly the sharpest tools in the shed. They lacked basic knowledge about pretty much everything. That in addition to their hot bodies earned them the titles of 'bimbos' by anyone who talked to them, which fortunately neither of them knew the meaning of that word.
"Suns? Really? What do you think they're for?" Tiff asked.
"Uh..." Summer thought really hard about this 4th grade science question. She had to resort to looking around her for ideas. This worked when she saw a holographic billboard. It had 'Have Fun Under the Suns' written on it with a picture of the suns shining over a beach party. "Ah, that's it! The suns are here to have fun."
"Have fun?" Tiff asked confused.
"Yeah. The suns are just two more beach goers like us. Two friends who wanna enjoy the water and warm air."
"Oh, that makes sense. Well enjoy the beach too, suns!" Tiff yelled to the flaming balls of gas in the sky. "Wow, I wish I was as smart as you Summer."
Summer giggled. "Hey, you're plenty smart too, Tiff." Summer wrapped her arms around her friend in a hug, but tripped over the sand and into the incoming tide. The two women played in the water, attracting the stares of many infatuated beach goers. An effect that was fully intended by design.
The truth was that both Summer and Tiff are both sleeper robots, robots designed and programed to look and act like humans. They are two of thousands of such sleepers commissioned by the Flipflop Corporation to be deployed all around the planet in order to not only make the resorts look more crowded and popular, but also make them look like they would have many sexy visitors. Technically, the resorts did attract sexy visitors on their own, but those visitors had to leave at some point, so they could never be relied on for advertising. FlipFlops World simply wasn't built for permanent habitation. But robots like Summer and Tiff could stay here all year round, enjoying the sun, drinks, and cool ocean in a permanent vacation.
Not only that, since robots didn't have any rights, they don't have to be paid or sign consent forms to be used in advertising. The resort could film them genuinely having fun without worrying about legal issues. In fact, part of the reason they were programmed to be so dumb was so they wouldn't notice cameras or drones filming them, and if they did they wouldn't think much of them. Their low intelligence also made them seem easier to flirt on (even if they didn't recognize the flirting) resulting in many horny guests extending their stays to try and take advantage of who they saw as easy targets. The robots, however, would come with pre-programmed responses that would let them avoid most sexual encounters that could expose their robot nature or damage them or FlipFlop Corporation's brand image. So most endeavors would end in failure.
Summer and Tiff hopped up from the ground finally. "Whew. I'm pooped."
"Yeah, me too," Tiff said.
"Let's go then."
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