To Make a Man (Leafer and Haiku)
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				Title: <strong>To Make a Man (Leafer and Haiku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leafer</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 15:26:55</strong>
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				2101 A.D.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Another day, another routine, boring tour in the lab. Have you ever got the feeling that's how life would go? One boring tenure after another, never breaking the dull, rhythmic pattern? The same old thing, day after day, week after week, plodding in the same footsteps before you..<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Or at least, that's what Zeph thought. At least he thought it had to be true, because here he was, working on an experimental time machine with a scientist people couldn't decide was brilliant or just flat out batshit. But if the very idea of working another day in this lab, pouring over numbers and calculations, with only the occasional bout of moving heavy machinery around for the old man could bring dread to one's morning, despite the possibly revolutionary technology they were working on, then obviously life was always the same old, same old.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So Zephyr Rousseau Desmarais, or just plain Zeph if you didn't want to rub his nerves the wrong way, simply sighed heavily as he pushed back from his table, having finished the 132nd line of calculations that day. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, blinking the bright, sky blue eyes a few times to chase the fog in his vision away before he leaned his cheek on his palm, before yawning something fierce. His fur, the mix of tawny brown overcoat and pure white undercoat with the occasional streak of black, was in it's typical stages of a disheveled mess. Why bother brushing? Who's he going to impress? The professor? <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Regardless, his tail, the long, fluffy member that was evident of his species, the banded white and black symbol of the ringtail cat, a cousin of the raccoon, was in immaculate condition. Brushed and conditioned and, yes,&nbsp; he was a bit vain about that particular bunch of fur. His bedfur seemed only further enhanced by his two, massive ears, which sat lazily in whichever position they deemed at the time. So he stretched idly, his thin, athletic form bending gracefully, if a tad fatigued. He did have some very nice development and tone for a 'nerd', because his only other hobby besides theoretical science and computer programming was health and fitness. A sideshow in the drudging routine of life. <br><br>"Dr. Scracheniff?" He had to try so hard not to call him 'Scratch and sniff'. "Calculations are done. Again. For the.. 132nd time." He called out, only vaguely aware of the professor's position by the sounds of mumbling and banging. "Excellent!" Came the dry, raspy voice of the old coon. "Now we may begin the tests!" He announced, and Zeph heard the loud KER-CHUNK of a switch being thrown. "What tests-" Zeph began, once again dreading the professor had left him out of the loop, up until he heard the crackle of electricity behind him.<br><br>Ah yes, his work space was to be expected from a mad scientist. His desk sat in the far side of the room in which they had their prototype of a time portal. A large, metal disc with all manner of cables and wires sticking out from it. Zeph wouldn't call it operationally ready in any capacity.. and yet he just saw electricity flare across it.<br><br>"PROFESSOR!" Zeph protested, starting to get up from his chair as a very out of place wind swept the room. And that's when the center of the disc, normally just void and air, suddenly exploded into life as a oscillating wormhole anomaly. An anomaly that was generation a rather.. disturbing amount of vacuum. So much so that Zeph found that his sneakers were screeching along the floor as he skidded towards the portal. "PROFESSOR!!" He protested again as he turned and grabbed a hold of his desk in an attempt to keep himself from joining the great amount of debris already being sucked in. Good thing his desk was nailed down, or so he thought, and then it occured to him his grip would only last so long as the vacuum intensified.<br><br>Intensified to the point to where he found himself missing his shoes. And then his socks. And his screams of protests were drowned out by the howling wind as his pants and undergarments promptly joined the rest of his attire in the unknown. He thought they maybe he could hold on long enough for the breakers to flip, that maybe he might get out of this afterall.. <br><br>.. that is, until he heard something crunching along the ground as it flew towards him. <br><br>And that's when he turned just in time to catch a large monitor with his face. <br><br>Everything went black as he tumbled into the unknown...
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Make a Man (Leafer and Haiku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 08:55:04</strong>
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				(http://futureupdate.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/womanrobotcor_450x350.jpg)<br><br><br><em>The Pew Institute on Love and Technology estimates that at least 35 percent of Americans have had at least one sexual encounter with an artificial life form, and many have formed long-term relationships with those units. The numbers are even higher overseas. In Japan, for example, more men are coupled with androids than with human women, and Japanese government leaders are worried that the nation’s population will eventually die out due to lack of procreation. Women are just as likely as men to mate with an android. Many say that the androids are programmed to be far more skilled sexually than the typical human male, and don’t constantly beg for sex.<br><br>Los Angeles sex therapist Dr. Mona Necstacie posits that women are migrating to androids to avoid the hassles of dealing with the delicate male ego. “They don’t have to fake an orgasm just to make some guy feel good about himself,” Necstacie said. “And they never have to worry about consoling a guy if he can’t get an erection. An android male can always ‘get it up.’”<br><br>Susie, an insurance broker in Boston, finds romantic fulfillment as well as sexual satisfaction with her robot, whom she has named Hank. “He brings me flowers, takes me to dinner and a show, and only expects sex in return if I program him to want it,” she said. “He’s the perfect date.”<br><br>But many national leaders warn of dire consequences arising from human-robot couplings. These relationships have even become a core issue in the presidential election. And while many sociologists don’t oppose human-robot unions on moral grounds, they do see some looming societal repercussions – particularly a decline in births that could eventually lead to a shortage in the workforce. </em><br><br>Karen Newton, named after -the- Dr. Karen Newton from a primitive television series called Red dwarf by her mother in an attempt to be humorous closed the screenshot of the news article with a smile. It was one of the older archived reports of android technology's first rise more than three hundred years already, and she never got tired of reviewing it. other people considered the news article as an omen, the first sign that the reproductive era of the human race was starting to wan. A few decades later the population had dropped considerably, and desperate the scientists have even considered splicing the DNA of their none human counterparts. The anthros, as they clinically categorized the sentient animal people weren't just reluctant to offer their help to a dying race, but was worried the disease of lost of virility would 'catch'. Unfortunately for them, with and without their help, the disease spread... and everyone was forced to resort to cloning, as the males of both species died out.<br><br>There were no more men. At least not the kind of men that Karen Newton, innovator and CEO of 'Creature Comforts'&nbsp; didn't create, copyright and market. Alas, the lost of one was the gain of another, or so they said. She looked down at her latest creation and grinned, remembering the picture attached to the article. Such a long way from metal and fiberglass creations, her latest model... 'Hot-and-Horny-Hal' looked as real as the...well, real thing. He was a pride she had to admit, molded to look like an equine anthro, he not only sported the body and skin tone, type and fur.. as well as the facial features, but the most important part that women demanded. hung as a horse as they said. Once he starts selling noone would be able to tell he was but a mass of leds, wiring and electric impulses. <br><br>Unfortunately for miss Newton she couldn't convince herself the same way these women did, dating, bedding and even falling in love with her models... like Stud-Muffin-Stuart for example. She just couldn't get the fact that they weren't real out of her head to even feel any attraction for her creations. She dimmed the lights of her workshop and let Hal finish programming himself, walking out and letting the systems activate security before she went out to the streets. they, as usual were deserted. People no longer built on the ground. Before they decided building down was smart, but the unpredictable earthquakes made that impractical, so they did as those old scifi movies did and built up. Karen for some reason enjoyed the primitive surroundings. everything was kept clean and green afterall... a world run by women was more aware of comfort, of being soothed, and being creative.. so everything was now up to that standard. it was peaceful and soothing alright. <br><br>And incredibly boring. So she stayed down here, with what was left of the older population. All women of course. With landmarks that were considered not just antique but ancient. Who cared... she could let her models run around during their test stages here without worries about the competition. noone dared steal -her- ideas. which why she was just as shocked when out of nowhere the wind picked up, not so much a vaccuum but a localized tornado than threatened to uproot the grafted trees and lightpoles.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Make a Man (Leafer and Haiku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leafer</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 16:38:26</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cyclone of wind kept up for a moment, seemingly blowing outward from a central point. When the wind howled so loudly that it drowned out all other sound, there appeared a strange, glowing anomaly nearly a dozen feet above the ground, a distance away from her. It spun there, seemingly completely out of place in reality itself, and made the most alien noises and sounds above the torrent of wind. Finally, and we all hope our dear Karen had some manner of cover or protection, for the wormhole began to spew forth all manner of curious debris. Furniture, paper, ancient electronics? And then-<br><br>Him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He spat out of the gateway as limp as a rag doll, a lucky break for the fact he sailed through the air as gracefully as a brick, right into a light pole. He nearly curled around it, half way up, before flopping to the ground and rolling away, an unconscious groan inaudible over the uproar the portal was creating. Right then, the strange link to another time flashed brightly for several times, before it seemed to intensify into a climax and then... gone. Nothing. Like it had never existed at all, save for the evidence of the garbage.. and the man. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He still lay there, still as could be save for his ragged breathing. His brain was still trying, quite desperately, to jump start the system. So that left her, and him, in the wake of the first 'successful' time travel. Open to interpretation, of course.
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				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 16:24:27</strong>
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				The last thing Karen expected, and wanted in her day was a localized tornado ruining the perimeter of her home and laboratory. Yes, she called her workshop a laboratory...but moving on, she glanced about, almost thankful that her creations standing near ground zero -- Hottie Harley and Randy Rodney-- were heavier models programmed with some sort of self preservation. They had dug in and held on, though she did wince as some sort of obsolete screen....display? flew out from the eye of the tornado and hit him on the head. God, she hope it didn't dent him. She liked each and every one of her creations, and she hated having to do repairs due to acts of god.<br><br>She turned, hair blown away from her face, pushing her easily from where she stood backward like an invisible hand, leaving her teary eyed and squinting at the light, and was wondering if it was some sort of attack. if it was, then her security system wasn't working at all. She heard a voice too; a high pitch shriek that was suspiciously feminine that went on long after the light and the window and general chaos had faded in a blink, leaving her ears ringing and realizing that it was, in fact... her. <br><br>Slowly she peeled herself off the bench, rising to view the circular path of debris and garbage, idly plucking leaves off her hair. "Well...blast... I better call in the cleaners again." she sighed, stepping over something that looked vaguely metallic... smoother and elongated. A railing of sort. or something. "What the hell happen--" a click caught her attention, to where the two androids stood, looking down at something on the ground. 'What is it?" she called out and crawled over, coughing a little. She probably swallowed something ick---<br><br>A Man.<br><br>A...feline.<br><br>First thought: oh god, was there an accident?<br><br>She got to her knees, then touched the body, shivering at the idea that it might possibly be dead only to feel it warm and yes... oh god, breathing. She rolled her -- for there was no reason for her to think otherwise-- over and called out, trying to get her to wake up and stopped. A. Not a woman. B. Those were the largest ears... C. A tail. And D. Well... D was...just right there, bare and restive along a thigh.<br><br>It was a man. Or at least it looked male, but she didn't remember designing an android that was this type of feline. She wasn't even sure she knew what species it would be really... just that it was...soft. She reached for the fur again and ran her fingers through it, feeling an odd and angry jealousy at his designer. It felt natural... clean.. with some sort of musky scent. She wondered who designed him... <br><br>"hmm..i wonder..." she asked herself, and for purely professional reasons... ran her hands from the rest of him downward, touching his cock curiously, lifting and stroking and blinking at the warmth and response. Amazing... it probably had some sort of touch sensor built in to it. how come karen never thought of that?<br><br>Damnit... she might have competition. She stroked again, and tugged and moved the appendage about in fascination... it was certainly....movable....
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				Post by: <strong>Leafer</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 17:16:41</strong>
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				Frontal Lobe: Okay, so, how badly banged up are we?<br>Medulla Oblongata: Hold the phone. Is this the Soul?<br>Frontal Lobe: Hell no son, this is the subconscious. We're all ten different kinds of fucked up here since that impact. I've got all six senses up here on the backburner until we can get a safe reboot. So, again, status report?<br>Medulla Oblongata: Well, we're banged up, but nothing serious. Picking up some bruises and - <em>holy neurons</em>.<br>Frontal Lobe: What? What!? It's not Support, is it!? We didn't break anything did we-<br>Medulla Oblongata: PENIS!<br>Frontal Lobe: Come again?<br>Medulla Oblongata: It's Penis! He says he's getting excited!<br>Frontal Lobe: Of all the- that cheeky little fuck. How could he possibly think this is a proper time to-<br>Medulla Oblongata: No!! He says he's getting a hand-job!<br>Frontal Lobe: Say <strong>WHAT</strong>!??!?<br>Medulla Oblongata: Left and Right testicle confirm! They say it's happy hour!<br>Frontal Lobe: WHAT. Okay, fuck this, grab a hold of your protein strands and sit tight, I'm about to get crazy. THREE. TWO. ONE.<br><br><em>Oh sweet mother of god why.</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;That was his very first notion upon being greeted by sublime consciousness. His head was <i>throbbing</i> in pain, which made him wonder why in the world his brain saw fit to wake up now. He didn't dare move for a moment, but tried to recollect his thoughts as the various pools of pain over his body subsided. He remembered his name, good, who he was, good, the professor, <span class="bbc_u">that son of a bitch</span>, and the accident. Lovely, all present and accounted for. Now as for physical condition - <strong>WUTT.</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;His eyes flew open, and he immediately sat up straight, perhaps a bit too quickly for his body's belated protests, but sure enough, there was the 'problem'(?).<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He stared for just the briefest moment in complete, dumbfounded bewilderment as this woman was rather blatantly <em>stroking him off</em> right there in the middle of the street. But, sure enough, a foxy hybrid was getting all kinds of acquainted with ye of no regrets. Certainly, any other male would have been perfectly fine with this, as his own member wasn't protesting in any sense of the word, but, poor Zeph had just been flung through a whack-job of a science experiment, and hanky-panky was just a little low on the priority list right now.<br><br>Just a little.<br><br>"What the hell, woman!?" He barked, immediately scooting away and (failing) to cover himself. Thanks to her, ahem, administrations, his nether areas had gotten a bit too unwieldy to be concealed properly. He started to look around, but didn't dare take his eyes off her for too long at a time. A little part of his mind wondered if it was out of fright or interest, but he was more preoccupied with the scenario of "Pants, where the fuck are they?".
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				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 15:04:38</strong>
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				What?<br><br>She looked up from her exploring to find that the android had scrambled out of reach and glaring at her. not only glaring at her but somehow managed to have a tone that was insulting to her. WHO in the world would program an android to sound belligerent and insulting? What kind of sales would it make? She narrowed her eyes and stared at the male gynoid and tilted her head, curious despite herself. Amazing... whoever made this one got every nuance perfect in detail. For one, it remained hard. It also managed to look embarrassed and shock among alot of other things. How come Karen didn't know about this technology?<br><br>"Fascinating..." she crawled over, as her own two androids had started clean up, a program she had also set up to make sure things went smoothly and peace and order was always present. Afterall, females had much better things to do in this time than simply play housewife. "It has its own speech pattern..." she reached out again and this time, thankfully... touched his foot, lifting it roughly and peering at the soles of his feet, then rubbed the fur there. "Very fine detail. You android." she addressed him. "Who's your designer?" <br><br>Ask him his name? ASK HIM HIS NAME? Why? Android get named by their owners, but it wasn't as if they answer to it. 
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				Post by: <strong>Leafer</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 05:29:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He was still a bit shell-shocked from the whole ordeal, but he did manage to draw a bit of info as he hastily glanced around. There was debris here and there, but a couple of big, chunky guys were going around cleaning everything very.. mechanically. Their movements just didn't strike him as natural in any sense of the word. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Secondly, the area, despite the temporary mess and damage, was very clean and stylish. He initially figured he had landed in some upbeat part of town, but everything seemed so deserted and.. off. Something was off, but he couldn't quite put his paw on it. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there was her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He almost felt as if he had taken his eyes off her for a bit too long. Was she crazy? No erratic movement or noises, so she seemed stable enough. He stiffened just a bit as she drew closer (not there, you pervert!), but watched intently as she examined him.. wait, what did she just say?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"E-Excuse me?" He stammered just for a moment. "Did.. you just ask if I was a machine?" He started, but was quickly interrupted when 'Hottie Harley' suddenly walked up to him.. and deposited his pants in his lap. "Look, miss, I don't know what you think of who or what I am-" He said as he scrambled to get his pants back on. Maneuvering the purple-helmet soldier when he stood at attention was anything but easy, but he managed, if somewhat clumsily. "- but I think you might have been hit in the head." He says, very <i>carefully</i> doing the zipper up. He checked his pockets and found his wallet was there, at least. "So, maybe we should call the hospital or something while I try to get back to the lab, or.. heck, where am I anyway?" He said as he kept looking about. It was occuring to him quite strongly now that he was out of place.. somehow..
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				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 14:56:56</strong>
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				karen wasn't sure whether to be amused or insulted at the...man....cat? fox? ....weasel? either way, she wasn't sure whether to be amused or insulted by his reaction. Whether or not that was programmed, she seriously thought it was a flaw in the android. Maybe that was why he was dropped here, to cause problems to her business? Well damn. Last thing she needed was repair work, especially repair work on an obviously broken piece of... interesting machinery. She sighed and rubbed her forehead, motioning her two droids to capture the specimen, muttering to herself as she turned away and tried to figure out whether on earth she would be able to find faux fur of that shade. <br><br>One of the studs had walked over, and as if he was nothing more but an oversized rodent, shook him, picked him up by a leg and clamped tight. the other followed suit, though this one didnt seem to know the different of arm and tail, capturing the other leg and the tail. they both dragged him back into the workshop... thinking or... well.. probably not thinking at all, that he was secured. Which was how he ended up covered in half the debris of his arrival. leaves, twigs, stray bits of paper... what appeared to be a pen stuck through his fur...<br><br>"Alright, secure the droid to the table."<br><br>Karen was back inside, having moved her latest project off the table to another, smaller gurney, and waited as the two man machines practically bodyslam him on to the cold slab, securing arms legs, torso and neck to it, and the tail was...well... they just sort of, stepped on it to keep it from lashing about. there was an elasitc snapping, as karen slid on gloves, what appeared to be a crazy soldering iron in one hand. "Alright, i usually turn your models off but since you're not cooperating, i'll just have to do a force dis-assembly. pity.." she glanced down. 'i would have liked to study how the penis attachment responds so well...." 
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