Crossing the Line (Holmes and Mirrah)
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				Title: <strong>Crossing the Line (Holmes and Mirrah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Holmes</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 03:45:30</strong>
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				"Mr Xanderbilt, your 4 o'clock is here to see you." The attractive secretary reported to the richest man in the city, Charles Xanderbilt. <br>She was a pretty young thing, just turned 18 years old, like most women. Blonde, with perky breasts and shapely hips and legs, any man would be lucky to have her.<br>&nbsp;a shame they treat women like some kind of protected species.&nbsp; Charles thought to himself. It was illegal to have sex with women these days, the risk of them getting any form of an STD was too great to take. Even hiring one was tough, and not cheap. But Charles Xanderbilt always got what he wanted. He had made a fortune selling SynGirls, going from an unpaid intern to a millionaire in months. He was 35, and quite the looker. He kept himself in peak physical condition, unlike many of the men today who figured there was no need to work out in order impress women that no longer walked the streets among them. Charles catered to these low egos with the newest feature in his SynGirls, an Artificial intelligence. That, in fact, was the reason for his four o'clock meeting.<br>"Send them in." Charles told his secretary. A few moments later, three middle aged men walked in. Two of them carried&nbsp; brief cases, the other walked with hands free, clearly the leader.<br>"You fine gentlemen must be from Macrosoft. Please, take a seat." Charles said.<br>"Nice to meet you Mr. Xanderbilt. Let's get straight to business." The leader responded.<br>"Alright, straight to the point' that's good. As you probably know, my company works on creating the most advanced substitutes possible for women in terms of sexual intercourse." The men nodded, and Charles continued. "We have reached the peak of physical performance, our SynGirls able to last for hours and through multiple orgasms without tiring. However, there is still a gap between what sex with women was like and what sex with SynGirls is."<br>"I'm not sure I understand what you mean." The man said.<br>"Perhaps it's best if I show you." Charles suggested, and rose from his chair before getting a response. He walked to the elevator and the men followed. The stood in silence as the elevator reached the bottom floor, then the basement, labeled "LAB".<br>The men approached three glass cylinders, each containing a SynGirl. They were remarkably attractive. They had perky breasts, ranging from B to C cup size. Their bodies were toned, yet soft and rounded, decorated with an intricate skin tone of orange, black, and blue. They were hairless both in between the legs and on the head, but their baldness did not take away from their uncanny beauty.<br>"These are the most advanced SynGirls ever, the first ones with a form of intelligence above that of the basic functions of their predecesors." Charles said, gesturing to the three beautiful creatures. "Before, the mental capacity of the SynGirls was little above instinct and enhanced sex drive, added in by yours truly. I tried to incorporate more advanced intellect into them by adding the DNA of people with different personalities, but I found no difference in sexual performance. I decided to try and edit individual SynGirl's DNA manually, and got a few distinct outcomes. Too much&nbsp; personality change and the creature's mind went insane, so I eventually narrowed it down to these three variables of SynGirl DNA." <br>Charles pointed at the first of the three glass cylinders, containing a SynGirl huddled in the corner with her legs drawn up in front of her body in a scared looking manner. "She stats like this when people are around, won't talk to anyone, not even me!" He added as if it would suprise everyone. "She still has enhanced sex drive but will only relieve it when no one is around and at night. In short, she's terribly shy." He moved on to the next cylinder. This SynGirl was sitting with her legs spread, openly masterbating in the direction of the four men. She was clearly into it, her hips girating and she plunged two fingers into her tight pussy, which was leaking fluids all over the floor of the container.<br>"This one is exactly the opposite. She's too outgoing, so much so that she is repelled by any man not as horny as she." He moved on to the final container. Inside it was a SynGirl who appeared to be sleeping. At her side was what appeared to be a large dildo, and curiously one of her fingers was in a splint.<br>"This is the strangest one. She'll lie there for hours like she's dead, then wake up screaming and insatiably horny. She broke one of her fingers while masterbating the other day, so we had to give her the dildo for her own good. She goes from being more shy shy than #1 to more outgoing than #2." He finished, and looked at the other men for a response.<br>One of the men spoke, clearly uncomfortable in the room with the three SynGirls, the second of which was running a finger drenched in her own vaginal fluids down the side of her container, gesturing for one of the men to come in with her. "Well, to ask it simply, what do you need us here for?"<br>"I need you to mix all these personalities together, and code them into one SynGirl. Shell have three moods: shy, normal, and outgoing; all of which will be reflected in her sexual performance at the the time of whatever mood she's in. This will create an extremely complex simulation of real personality." Charles said as he led the men back up the elevator and into his office.<br>"We can't CODE DNA." The third man said, he had been silent up to this point. <br>"YOU won't have to, leave that to me. Just write a program with a combination of these three different programs inside it. I've transcribed the DNA of those three SGs into computer code, and Im sure I can do it backwards with the computer code you'll make. Now, we've discussed the initiall payment options, and I'm sure its more than whatever Macrosoft is offering." He looked at the men for confirmation before finishing. "So, without further ado, let's get started!"<br><br>The work lasted almost a year, but it was finally done. True to his promise, Xanderbilt himself used the code to design the DNA of what should become the most advanced synthetic being ever. The DNA code was then put in the synthesizer, and all that was left to do was wait the month or so it took for the SynGirl to physically mature and become conscious.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing the Line (Holmes and Mirrah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Holmes</strong> on <strong>01-01-2016, 18:56:21</strong>
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				The month passed relatively uneventfully. Sales in Syngirls had increased at a moderate rate, not the exponential growth he was looking for, but good enough for the time being. Even at a young age, Charles had known he was never going to be satisfied with a mediocre life, not even an above average one. This ambition pushed him through school, and later college, but would ultimately become apparent in his life as a business man. He had cornered the Syngirl market yes, had the method for producing them locked up with more patents that anyone thought necessary, allowing him to charge whatever he wanted for the wonderful things. Of course, he made just cheap enough that every pissed off, horny working man could just barely afford to buy something he could go home and fuck however he wanted every night.<br>"Unit V9 has finished initial development." An automated voice told him through a PA system in his office. That was another way he had maximized profits, eliminating any unnecessary employment of humans. He had laid of the attractive secretary two weeks ago in order to save the company $15 an hour. His company, which operated globally and had factories on almost every continent, now had to pay less than 1,000 salaries. <em> Excluding mine, of course.</em><br>He made his way down to the lab and approached the pod holding the Syngirl known as V9. Approaching the control pad, he began the process of draining the fluid in the pod and detaching V9 from her life support system. <em> Gotta stop calling it a "life" support system. Theses things aren't alive. </em> In a few minutes, the process was done and he pressed the button to open the pod, exposing V9 to the world for the first time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing the Line (Holmes and Mirrah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirrah</strong> on <strong>12-01-2016, 17:51:22</strong>
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				Awareness came slowly. The SynGirl first registered sensation, then sound as it floated within the liquid of its pod; next was vision as bright lights beat against its closed lids through the glass that allowed for its creators to watch and monitor its growth. Its mind was a foggy sea for weeks until its growth approached maturity, a sea through which thought processes came like small droplets of water falling from a dark, distant ceiling, too far to see from where it came or how it came. Knowledge that had been planted within its very DNA budded, then blossomed within its mind as its thinking became more clear. Reality was beginning to come into sharp focus for this young being, and it was approaching full maturation.<br><br><em>I am...<br><br>I was created by...<br><br>I was created for...</em><br><br>These thoughts swirled around in its head, intangible concepts...<br><br>And as the time approached for the pod that encased it to be opened, vivid imagery visited the darkness of its mind in the form of a stream of dreams that served to peel and chop it up, shaping it with emotions, more complex thought processing (in comparison to its predecessors, at least), and the budding capacity for personality development, as well as the freedom of thought...<br><br>Its dreams were varied and never repeated themselves, yet they always ended the same way, or similarly. They always made its body seek to somehow grasp at consciousness in search of a relief that it could not seem to attain in fullness through only mental imagery. Its mind had only recently awakened to the knowledge of how to assuage this hunger, thanks to the dreams, but its body was wired for it. Even without introduction through dreams, instinct would have guided it.<br><br>As it was, the Syngirl was in the throes of a dream lesson at this exact moment.<br><br>There was always difficulty discerning when one sequence ended and another began. Sometimes, they melded so seamlessly that it struggled to make sense of what was going on. The machines often tripped when her heart rate would increase, alerting scientists in the room that something was going on in her pod, and they always concluded correctly that she must be dreaming, though whether it was from fear or something else, their guesses were inconclusive. In time, it would learn that it had been conditioned so thoroughly that there were some things in its nature that it simply could not change, because of the method of conditioning. One of those things was the frequent focus of its recurring dreams.<br><br>Sex. Graphic sex that it now experienced with a faceless phantom that gave its mind and body no extended length of rest. The phantom taught it, before it ever felt the touch of another, what it meant to be created for the sake of something else. For the sake of something else's pleasure. Before its eyes ever opened to survey the world surrounding it, it already knew, at least theoretically, how to pleasure a man and bring him to climax within the span of a few minutes. Encased in its pod as it was, it remained at the mercy of these dreams, for full consciousness would only come once it could breathe the sweet air outside of its confines...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing the Line (Holmes and Mirrah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Holmes</strong> on <strong>13-01-2016, 04:35:33</strong>
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				"Cardiac and Pulmonary systems functioning as expected. Scanning neural activity." Some assistant droned as the V9 was revealed to the world for the first time. Charles examined the beautiful thing as its eyes moved beneath its eyelids, indicating intense neural activity.<br>"What's it thinking?" He asked.<br>"No way of knowing for sure, but the activity in the cerebral cortex is much higher than anything we've seen it the 7s or 8s." The man answered. "It's essentially dreaming, but the only memories it can draw on are the preprogrammed skills we've given it."<br><em>I'VE given it.</em> Charles mentally corrected him. It was obvious what her "dreams" were about, if one would call them that. Her perfectly round nipples were aroused, despite the temperature of nearly 90 degrees that the pod would have been kept at. Her clitoris was also clearly aroused, a fact which surprised even him. <em>Must be some vivid dreams.</em> He approached the now fully exposed V9.<br>"Shall I wake her up sir?"<br>"That won't be necessary, I want to see what she does."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing the Line (Holmes and Mirrah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirrah</strong> on <strong>16-01-2016, 14:38:32</strong>
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				Now that the liquid had completely drained, V9's svelte form was made visible from the pod. Everything about it seemed to hint towards the lewd. Everything down to the blue nails on its fingers and toes, and even those incredibly thick and long black lashes. An engineered being was supposed to possess a perfection that would draw the envy of any naturally born human female, after all.<br><br>Most of its body was black, with a smattering of electric blue, and rest was rust. This coloring was echoed in its short hair, in the exact same shades. These made it a sharp contrast that brought particular parts of its body into sharp focus. As if to keep it from worrying about having to bother with coloring its face, its body had been designed to bear a certain pattern to bring its features to best effect.<br><br>Its entire face was bright orange, except for the faux eyebrows that were thick, winging black lines that started from where the inner points of normal eyebrows would normally begin, then swirled back to join with the rest of the black in its hair. The orange continued down over its jaw and chin, tapering to a dribbled point at the dip at the center point of its clavicle. Black surrounded its eyes like the darkest of kohl that came out to its temples and joined the brow marks, was off-set at the inner corners by that blaze of blue, which matched the pointed tip of its bright blue tongue that flicked along the seam of its plump black lips to wet them. Under the harsh lights overhead, one could see past the even white teeth and note that the inside of V9's mouth was that same shade of blue. Various blues made the insides of its delicate pointed ears, which were orange and black on the outsides<br><br>Orange began again, following the swell of its breasts and the front of its torso with some black swinging in around the breasts to frame them from below, then retreating, in a mockery of a dress... one that looked to have been merely painted upon its skin. The flat abdomen was also orange, which flowed down in rich color to the line where thighs met hip, and beyond... to the apex of its thighs. Its hardened nipples, their aureoles, and its swollen nether lips were darker oranges, and the visible clitoris, as well as the folds between the lips, were just a tad darker in blue than its ears. Since the lids of its large eyes remained closed, there was no telling what color its eyes might be at this time... But when they finally opened, they would prove to be as discs of gold, ringed with small, matching bands of turquoise.<br><br>It was difficult to ascertain at this time, but either its body glistened because of the recently drained liquid still clung to its form, or its body naturally had a luster that made it appear as though it was encased in latex from head to toe, easily glistening in any light. Its frame had been carefully chosen to match the preferences of the general demographics collected during a fairly recent survey. Indeed, "young" and "nubile" were words that fitted it exactly, from the long limbs to the slender waist and hips, the perky and round breasts that were the perfect size and softness to fill a pair of large hands. And its perfect, round hind cheeks? Those would only come to attention when it drew its knees up and ran its digits over the hard and aching clitoris and its small, slick slit. If there had been any question of what kinds of dreams it might be having, this was now a very clear clue... Though it appeared that its maker had already guessed the cause correctly.<br><br>Now that it was out of the liquid and breathing air, sounds emitted from its throat. Throaty moans. Husky moans. Her voice sounded like a middling soprano. Whatever was happening in that dream must have been hot, because it wasn't too long before a digit burrowed inside of the hot canal of her center, plunged repeatedly to ravage her insides while her feet found purchase beneath her and lifted her hips to better meet her finger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing the Line (Holmes and Mirrah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Holmes</strong> on <strong>20-01-2016, 23:17:39</strong>
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				<em>Yes I was certainly right about the nature of her dreams.</em> He thought as the SynGirl began to finger herself, still not fully conscious. He took a moment to take in her perfect form. The specifics of her physique were designed to please the masses, her attributes all found to be statistically the most appealing to males ages 18 and up. He himself had encoded her DNA, so her beauty was no great shock to the CEO, however somehow the potential of this specific model of SynGirl made this moment seem special. He hadn't just combined three separate sets of DNA, he had added in other, more advanced DNA sequences, doing his best to replicate the DNA of an actual human. Of course, this was no human. The complexity of natural DNA was still far more advanced than anything his company would be able to produce anytime soon, however this was the closest anyone had ever come to creating a conscious being. This was almost creating <em>life</em>.<br>He approached the V9, waiting for her to wake up. It would only be fitting that the first thing this thing saw when it awoke for the first time would be its creator.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing the Line (Holmes and Mirrah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirrah</strong> on <strong>28-01-2016, 10:23:41</strong>
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				Sweat broke her skin as her body strained onward, mixed with the liquids of her natal chamber, then washed the vestiges of it away. That creator of hers would have to wait until she was finished, for she seemed to be in no rush to wake from the dream she was currently having. Or, he could rudely awaken her. The reason she was still in her dream haze would be due, in part, to the fact that she couldn't stop wanting more of it. Sex. She had reached the state whereby she could finally deal with this issue that had been haunting her for so long.<br><br>In her dream, the spectre that visited her was pounding into her from behind and making her moan incessantly while her body approached orgasm. She could feel his breath waft over the damp skin of her back, the rough slap of his flesh against hers, and occasionally, the flat of his hand on her round, perky little rump, which he liked to hold and squeeze.<br><br>In reality, as with her dream, she rolled her hips, while her finger shoved into her clenching channel, just a short delay in mirroring her dream lover. It wasn't long before her entire body shuddered and bucked. Light burst behind her eyelids. Her mouth opened wide to emit a piercing cry. A rush of hot juice flooded out around her finger to drenched her hand before dripping through the vents in her pod to join the liquid that had been flushed out earlier.<br><br>Trembling limbs went lax, and only then would her eyes open beneath the bright white light of the laboratory. Her vision was a little hazy, and her breath still came out in short gasps as her gaze zeroed in on the shadow closest to her. As those eyes focused, questions came to mind, words, which now moved more quickly than they had before. She was disoriented at first, but as thoughts sped up, programming clicked into place, and became what humans would term habits, though with a swiftness and lack of experience that would have been unnatural in a human. He was staring at her. It made her feel as though he might be waiting for something, or wanting something from her. She felt compelled to sit up.<br><br>She sat up, swayed a little before catching herself. Though locomotion should not have been an issue, the fact that this was the first time she had ever consciously attempted to move her body in the short span of her life, meant that she had only the knowledge of how motion should appear. Quick to pick up the cause of the lack of control as she had sat up, she slowed down her movements and made them more careful, smaller in scale. In this way, the V9 came to a kneeling position in her pod, hands on the slender lengths of her thighs, her gaze trained on Charles.<br><br>"M-master...?" her voice was raspy with disuse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing the Line (Holmes and Mirrah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Holmes</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 02:28:20</strong>
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				<em>Like a fucking baby duck.</em> He thought as the V9 sat up and immediately identified his as her master. To be fair, it was what she was programmed to think, but the similarity was too great not to be a bit entertaining. He was usually present whenever a new model of SynGirl was finished, but this one's awakening had definitely been the most... entertaining. He had never seen a SynGirl dream at all, let alone be able to react to a dream in such a as she did. <em>It's far more complex than I would have thought.</em><br>"Mental functions stabilizing, she's fully awake now sir." <br>The SynGirl was looking to him and him alone, which was strange considering all the stimuli around her she could be taking in. He remained silent for a while, and held the V9's gaze. Her eyes were so much different than the others'. Most SynGirls produced a blank, unintelligent stare whenever one would look into their eyes. These eyes, however, were completely different.<br>"That's correct. You are the first prototype of the V9 series of SynGirls, and I created you." He said shortly to the thing in front of him.<br>"Run it through the usual medical checks and then notify me." He instructed his staff without waiting for a response from the V9.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing the Line (Holmes and Mirrah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirrah</strong> on <strong>17-02-2016, 01:53:52</strong>
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				It definitely did seem like the imprinting of a duckling, though in truth hers had been a question rather than an assumption as to his identity. That he had not denied it affirmed it, even before his words had. Who else but the master would stand at the forefront? The announcement of the stabilization of her mental faculties came just as she escaped the last vestiges of her dream state. As long as Charles had his eyes on hers, her gaze would not waver, she would continue to stare up at him. Waiting, it seemed.<br><br>There they were. Those words. <em>That's correct. You are the first prototype of the V9 series of SynGirls, and I created you.</em> She mused upon them, upon the tone of his voice, which she would soon become convinced might be his natural tone if she did not hear differently. That he was cold and detached did not seem unnatural to her, for she had yet to learn what natural and unnatural even consisted of. What could she say to those words? Only one thing.<br><br>"Thank you, my Master." For this gift of life, even if the idea of life had yet to be cemented in her young mind. Immature yet, and that would likely show itself soon enough. Still, subservience was ingrained in her, as was the urge to make certain that the master was pleased and happy. In this case, a show of appreciation was what she felt the situation called for.<br><br>It would only be during a break in eye contact on his part that those oddly colored orbs of hers would finally break from his face and scan about the room. She had hungry eyes, eyes that wanted to learn and know more about this world she found herself in. A light that could be identified as curiosity filled those eyes. And if he does not break that gaze? Then she would continue to stare up at him. For the meanwhile, at least. Yet the longer he held her stare, the more antsy she would become. It would become evident that this SynGirl was not one that could easily sit still, if not for a good--in her opinion, of course--reason. Her body was filled with energy, and the desire to do things, to experience things.<br><br>It was not visible to the eye, but the V9 was currently soaking in everything that she possibly could, all information, whether she understood it readily or not, was stored away, possibly to be pondered at a later date. Just what had Charles done while he had fiddled with her DNA? Had something altogether unexpected manifested as an indirect result? Only time would tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing the Line (Holmes and Mirrah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirrah</strong> on <strong>09-10-2016, 12:16:14</strong>
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				What Charles might have been thinking as he'd left, she had no clue. It was truth that as soon as he had prepared to leave, her mind had already turned to other things. For example... Since she was newly born, the concept of being nude was not one that concerned her in any great way. It was a curious thing then, to see others scurry about while poking and prodding at her, each dressed in manners and coloring unique to themselves, so it appeared to her. She would learn later, the meaning of 'fashion' and the pursuit of the idea of individuality, regardless of--or maybe because of--the cookie cutter way that people were raised and shoved into roles, unless they met with special circumstances that may open doors for them outside of the box. A prime example of one such person who had successfully escaped it was the man, Charles himself.<br><br>But she would only come to know all of this when her understanding of the world she was in became more defined. For the time being, she soaked in information as any human babe would, though at a much faster rate, imbibing every little bit that she might have observed, to be examined further later. Aside from the flickering of her eyes, she became unresponsive after Charles had left. It was as though she had powered down to preserve energy in a way that was similar to robots. However, behind her eyes, beta waves had spiked once again. That was, until the medics began to poke and prod at her.<br><br><strong>"What is this?"</strong> she asked as soon as her eyes became focused on the tube with a bright light shining from the end of it. A bright light that had been shone directly into her eyes. The examiner quickly straightened and moved it out of her reach just as she lifted her hand.<br><br>She was poked. She was prodded. Certainly, the machines had been able to glean much information about her body and her brain activity. However, there were standard procedures that must be followed in all cases. Boxes were checked and notes were made while she, pulled from her trance, chattered away at these others. There were questions that were asked to clarify concepts, to define words, to explain nuances. They treated her as if she was not one of them, but an object. Some outright refused to placate her, though she continued to ask her question until she was either distracted by something new, or got the answer to her question. She was made to stand, to walk around the spacious room. To run on a machine that had been spat out by the seemingly seamless surface across from her.<br><br>As time passed, those others who surrounded her dwindled in number. She caught someone mention that they were going to 'call it a day and go home' before they departed. Her question, <strong>"What is home?"</strong> had been ignored. However, even though she was not human, her body was built to be close enough to one that she felt the drain in her reserves of energy. She had not needed sustenance, having freshly left her pod... But now, that buffer had gone. The plan had been to feed the experiment when she got to her cell. A change of plans meant she would miss out on it.<br><br>She was sunk in a stupor once more, when someone walked over to inform her--a young and green intern who still had a habit of staring too long at the bodies of the SynGirls--that she was to follow him now.<br><br><strong>"Is t time to call it a day and go home?"</strong> was her question, with hopeful inflection. The man stared at her for a moment, flabbergasted and uncertain of what to say. When he recovered himself, he sneered at her.<br><br><strong>"You don't have a home. Smede says you're going to meet up with the Boss, and if he doesn't like your results so far, you're gonna get locked up."</strong> His eyes took on a mean and greedy glint that, though she couldn't understand, made her skin crawl and her chest squeeze painfully. A sensation that she would learn later accompanied fear. <strong>"Anyway, forget home. Your kind's not meant to have one. Your home is on some man's bed, relieving his--"</strong> A hand thwapped against the back of the rude young man's head. <strong>"Ow! What'd you do that for?! I'm just telling the syn its proper pla--"</strong> He turned to glare at the person who had delivered the abrupt and altogether unexpected cuff, one hand rubbing his head. His whine died on his lips, however. <strong>"Mr. Smede!"</strong><br><br><strong>"Quit jabbering. Go on and head out. I'll take care of this errand myself,"</strong> said Smede crossly. The sharp blue eyes of the older man turned on her after the young man bowed himself out made her feel a great deal more comfortable. If she'd known how to read people more, she'd have understood that the gaze was not unkind, and actually held a glimmer of what might have been pity.<br><br><strong>"Follow me, V9."</strong> His directions were terse, and he did not take time to answer any questions that she might have had for him. She sank into herself as she followed him out of the room through an automatic door that slid open as they approached and then closed on its own after they'd exited. Everyone else turned right here. They turned left. She put one foot in front of the other and followed his back to an elevator that took them up to the very top floor. Her gaze was empty as she stared out of the windows to the darkness beyond. Darkness was familiar. Darkness and quiet were comfortable.<br><br>These spaces she'd just walked through were full of strange scents and the floor beneath her feet was both shiny and cold. Her feet felt chilled. She heard a beeping sound, then the doors opened to a small lobby with a single doorway at the other end. Planters stood on either side of the black double doors, filled with spindly plants that had glossy, frilly leaves. Smede led her into the spacious apartment beyond the doors using his Master Key Card and turned on the lights, then led her to a sitting area.<br><br><strong>"Charles should be here soon. Stay quiet. Don't wander around. Don't touch anything."</strong> With that, he turned on his heel and left.<br><br>She sank into a squat where she stood beside the coffee table and wrapped her arms around her knees. In a moment, she'd closed her eyes and rested her cheek on her arms. She felt a gnawing ache in her middle. She wanted to return to her warm pod. She wanted the strange and unpleasant feelings to go away. All those who had spoken to her made her feel as though she should not have come out of it. Was her pod <em>home</em> then?<br><br>When Charles does arrive, he'd find her in that very same position, her eyes empty... and her stomach growling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing the Line (Holmes and Mirrah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mirrah</strong> on <strong>02-01-2017, 19:31:35</strong>
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				<em>V9. Stand.</em><br><br>The command seemed to echo into her head. Reminiscent of the time she had spent slumbering before her mind had awakened. The evening had seemed to drag, and though her mind had counted the passage of time in seconds--792, to be exact--she still found herself half dozing. The lights that brightened and illuminated the entrance of Charles into his living space merely caused her to blink, her wide golden eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness.<br><br>In her mind, V9's reaction was to stand immediately upon the command and take an erect posture, still as a statue, or perhaps a robot. Tonight, she felt lethargic. A little sluggish. Her gaze lifted to focus on Charles and she stood up before him, then swayed a little as though she had done so too quickly and must catch her bearings before she straightened fully before him. She recalled this man from earlier in the day. The creator.<br><br>The lavish interior of this suite would have evoked awe and perhaps even greed from a human. In the V9, there would only be curiosity, but she displayed that for just about anything that caught her eye. The exotic beauty that she made in the bright lights, only made her appear all the more alien to this space. This model was of average height when compared to a human female, and pleasantly rounded in the bust, hips, and derriere. Her limbs were long and slim, elegant, appearing even delicate. And even though her skin was no longer wet, it seemed to gleam beneath the unforgiving lights like the finest silks had been sewn together to create her skin. Skin stretched taut over warm flesh that had been molded, shaped in a design to rouse the desires of men. The urge to touch, to taste, and fornicate with to slake their thirsts for female flesh.<br><br><em>Recite to me your purpose.</em><br><br>Her mouth opened, that order which compelled her no less strong than the previous. She could not have denied him, even if she had wanted to, nor would she have even thought to do so. This was a hardwire. The words echoed in her head, then spilled from her mouth through her husky voice.<br><br>"SynGirl Model SG-V9-X000-P01. Prototype. Unnamed. A synthetic being created to fulfill the wishes of its master for the sake of his sexual pleasure." After she finished that short and robot-like recitation, she continued as though to confirm the verification, "Are you my master?" Her eyes were more clear than they had been when she'd first attempted to ask him that question. Sharper.<br><br>Her stomach growled again.
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