Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan)
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				Title: <strong>Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TentacleFan</strong> on <strong>09-01-2014, 06:41:45</strong>
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				<em>Reaching the status quo...</em><br><br>America never really recovered from the financial crash of 2008. The partisan bickering which followed in the years after served as a distraction to the reality that Corporations had become not just people but defacto masters of&nbsp; the populace. By the time the few politicians not actively in their pockets realized this fact it was too late to do anything about it. When Congress let the nation default on the debt in 2020 the secret masters had had enough. It was Corporate tactical squads and not the police or national guard that put down the riots and enforced the new order. Corporate Sovereignty became law of the land and within a decade the increasingly unimportant government ceded the last of its authority to the oligarchy of Corporate interests that now ruled the nation. <br><br>The rest of the world splintered as some nations followed suit. Parts of Europe ran towards Corporate rule while others stuck with their socialist style governments. This fractured the EU which kicked off a series of annexations, some violent and protracted, others bloodless. China, Japan, and South Korea all followed the USA into Corp rule and somehow all managed to remain at each others throats in the process as their companies wage corporate espionage shadow wars and propaganda campaigns against each other. In the wake of the famous Arab Spring the middle east ended up somehow becoming a bastion of democracy in the increasingly corp ruled world. Of course the fact that fossil fuels became more and more irrelevant as the decades went on meant less foreign interest was brought down on them and most likely had something to do with that. The fact that Iran now had a democratically elected and moderate government while America was ruled by corporate tyrants would probably bother more Americans if they weren't either A) rolling around in piles of money and hookers or B) toiling like slaves with no time to contemplate such things. An interesting side note is North Korea which saw it's leadership decapitated in the mid-21st century in a nuclear “accident” which pundits claim was either an accident in their nuclear program or the first nuclear strike brought to you by WalMart(tm) Leaderless the people reverted to a neolithic existence living off the land. Corp treaties have so far kept the neighboring lands from moving in to set up shop.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Earth circa 2096</em><br><br>If the 19th century had been the age of steam and the 20th the age of the atom then the 21st century had lived up to it's reputation as the digital age. Computers, robotics, and cybernetics had continued to increase in power, complexity, capability, and ubiquity year after year.&nbsp; By mid century bionics making superhuman and/or transhuman feats and changes were becoming commonplace. Computers went from hand-held to wearable to implantable. Virtual Reality interfaces like those science fiction had long imagined gave us a matrix which would make William Gibson proud.<br><br>Since corporations collect their taxes in the form of payments for goods and services the traditional census, social security numbers, taxes, and the like ceased to exist for many. A shadow society sprung up. Barter made a return to relevance. Organized crime, street gangs, and even small subcultures became powers unto themselves in these cracks between the larger corporate nation states. This is the world many live in. <br><br><em>The future </em><br><br>On the cusp of a new century mankind is moving towards yet another potential leap forward. Genetics and bio-engineering has been around for quite some time but recent advances have put it at the forefront and threaten traditional circuits and computers as bio-computers, gene-farmed clone body part replacement, and other technologies begin to become available. The corps are most protective of this data as it's all so new and everyone wants a leg up on each other. This of course makes corporate espionage types, especially the modern equivalent of the hacker, salivate with the thought of a huge payday. <br><br><em>Digital Angel Inc.</em> <br><br>It's always been true that two of the greatest sources of new technological growth have been war and porn. Mankind loves to fight and they certainly love to fuck. Once again this is proving to be true. Digital Angel Inc. is a Japanese corp focused on adult entertainment on a major scale. They grew to prominence for having what was widely considered the best in neural interface adult content with their massive array of virtual angels to choose from. Not wanting to loose out to their competitors in the new bio-engineering arms race they invested heavily in the field and recruited the top talent available. Well fire up your spoofers and clear your caches wizards of the digital plane. Because word is they pulled it off. An exclusive hacking BBS just leaked a tip that under a hidden subsidiary corp named The New Flesh they've got something that is going to revolutionize the sex trade.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-01-2014, 06:58:41</strong>
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				Phillip was an expat American hacker, born in what was once North Carolina, raised in a corporate education facilty to be whatever the Company needed and apprenticed to a small but very prosperous 'Black Book' corporation that specialized in 'dirty deeds' for bigger companies who didn't want to maintain a 'cyber crimes' division due to overhead or PR. His particular company had won nasty little dust up where he'd crashed the grid in Juno just as a 'enforcement battalion' was arriving to suppress the last remains of a hostilely taken over petrochem firm. <br><br>The fallout of that was in the wake of 20,000 men&nbsp; dying in a crash from the monorail transport that his employers, and 80% of the company, where literally vaporized in an early morning assault on their main offices in Arlington. Leaving him out of a job, with a corporate ID that was no longer usable and no funds. Stuck in Japan where his assignment as 'minder' and 'combat programer' for the VP of the company went south with his death at the hands of a vatgrown assassin who literally cut through the team when he was out doing a pick up. Seeing the man who was head of physical security literally fall apart and rain on the street as he was coming back, he did what any out of work computer programer with half a million in corporate script in his head did. <br><br>Whatever he could to get paid. Some nights that was babysitting a yakuza celebutante as she slummed through the city after her last bought of surgical detox and face lifting in Chiba. Other nights it was bootlegging anything that he could sell on the dark net to script kiddies with daddy's account chip. Occasionally he hijacked one of the thousands of mobile vending machines to get beer and ramen to live on. <br><br>Tonight, he was stealing porn. Eiji Tanaka, one of his fixers, had a backdoor to New Flesh via the Digital Angel persona construct division. The faux persona division the company used for their online porn sites and simbrothels had a tie in to the new divison. So here he was slipping through the latest in exotic porn and designer personas for the puppet heads as he tried to find the back door into New Flesh's mainframe, all the while dodging a security hacker who seemed to have a very serious&nbsp; fetish for tentacles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TentacleFan</strong> on <strong>10-01-2014, 07:15:05</strong>
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				Whoever designed the matrix security protocols for The New Flesh obviously had a sense of humor. The virtual rendering of the matrix-space came in the form of a stereotypical Japanese high-school not seen outside of anime in decades. The aforementioned tentacle-obsessed security hacker was patrolling these grounds in the form of a beefy green-skinned monstrosity bristling with phallic tentacles which in reality were various attack programs just waiting to be used on nosy codeslingers who had no business being in here. Other programs simply moving about on their normal business took on the shapes of schoolgirls, so highly fetishized in the local culture. <br><br>Each classroom had a node name which meant nothing to those who didn't have directory level access. Their doors were locked which was a virtual representation of password protocols that had to be bypassed in order to gain entrance. What really stood out was a node made to look like a storage closet in a nearly hidden area behind the stairs leading to the second floor of the school/system. It lacked a digital label to identify it. Just the kind of thing to make a hacker curious.<br><br>Beyond this door lay the secrets that The New Flesh so jealously kept. Whatever their next gen sex toy was it would be a sure ticket to wealth for someone who liberated it's secrets from it's creators. All that lay between was a thick layer of security programs and the worlds most perverted IC (Intrusion Countermeasures) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-01-2014, 16:34:03</strong>
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				One of the first tricks he'd learned was how to subvert current system processes. A really stable and secure system tried to keep system processes as invisible to the layman as possible. The problem was that took up processing power, more than actually rendering the processes as 'NPC's did. An ironic twist on things. That meant that you had to make your NPCs stable, reliable and consistent. <br><br>Phillip could tell there was a LOT of processing power on the server, but they still used the NPCs to continue the day to day functions because so much of the power was being used for things like commerce, systems rendering and any of a hundred other functions. Hence a school full of barely legal schoolgirls in outfits no one would wear inn public AS a school girl. <br><br>The thing was, routines could be hijacked, he reminded himself as he slipped up behind one of the 'girls' after the security hacker had passed and slid an arm around her as he put his other hand over her mouth, his program taking on the form of a cloth pressed over her mouth. She was a 'roamer', running status updates on the 'entries' of the network, keeping them updated with the central processor. Basically the equivalent of security guard opening a door, peeking in to make sure 'all was well' and then moving on to the next one. His avatar slid into hers, basically using her a camouflage as he hijacked her to gain access to the network that she had. <br><br>It was weird, feeling the fully rendered sensory feed of a female like her as he walked the hall on her routine path. Open a door, look in, whisper an apology, move to the next door and continuing on her route. All the while Phillip lurked in the back of her 'head' watching and building a list of entry codes for the various 'rooms' she accessed. If it turned out New Flesh was a wash, he'd have access to accounting, shipping and the company digital storeage sections he reminded himself as 'she' walked up to the unmarked door and opened it and peeked in. <br><br>This was where he was to 'split' off from her, sliding into the room as she closed the door and continued her patrol thru the system with the security hacker on the other side of the system no wiser for his being there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TentacleFan</strong> on <strong>11-01-2014, 23:29:54</strong>
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				Passing through the data construct resembling a doorway took the rogue hacker into the anonymous server. The difference was night and day. Gone were the dated high school like interiors. In it's place was a slick sci-fi facility with glittering hyper-real reflective surfaces everywhere. A long hall lead from the entrance. Mirrored glass windows had lights tracing the words The New Flesh over and over in their surfaces. Obviously someone else had set up the matrix interface for this new division seeing as it was a night and day difference from the previous cyberscape. <br><br>Numerous doors dotted the walls along the hallway with all the usual suspects present. Human Resources, Payroll, Accounting, Facilities, the list went on. The real paydata promised to be further in. The end of the hall was in site and as it approached the virtual complex opened up to reveal something like a late 21st century version of Frankenstein's laboratory. The hall ended on a catwalk that ran in a circle around the walls of this central chamber. Past the railing down in the depths of the facility could be seen several techs, actual people working as opposed to software representations of people. Their avatars were those of surgeons scrubbed in and prepped for surgery. <br><br>There was in fact an operating table and upon it laid a digital wireframe that resembled a female form made of glowing lines of white and blue code. The surgeons seemed to be adding and manipulating code. Sometimes making adjustments or removing bits that apparently weren't up to snuff. They were far too involved in their work to notice an intruder unless something happened to draw attention to them. <br><br>At the far end of the hall the door suddenly triggered and opened. The sickly green avatar of the security hacker appeared slithering into the chromed hallway. His avatars coding left a thing layer of slime over everything he touched, though it was programmed to digitally evaporate in short order to avoid overloading the servers. Security protocols for The New Flesh were tight due to obvious interest by the company's competitors in finding out about the new project. Whenever the server was accessed even by one of the high-school girl/background programs a sweep had to be performed by an actual meat security staffer. Grumbling to himself the tentacle-beast/security hacker made his way down the hall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-01-2014, 07:48:41</strong>
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				Clad in the 'school girl' image, he swore to himself. First option was to do the blend, shift to a doctor's outfit and blend in with the horde of medics that were working on..whatever the hell that was. Problem was, he didn't have a damn idea what they were doing and wasn't about to step in and mess with something that might draw attention. <br><br>That meant going tricky and sneaky, pulling out a nice bit of customized code on the fly. Doing the 'fade'. It was technically easy. If you knew a hundred network system settings and factors, not so much if you did it on the fly. So, had anyone noticed, they would have been impressed to see the 'schoolgirl' fade into the background, then just fade away as Phillip pulled the code around him like a holo-cloak. One moment he was there in the avatar of a porn-sim schoolgirl look. <br><br>The next he was lurking unseen his 'icepick' at the ready to shiv the security hacker if he showed the least clue of detecting him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TentacleFan</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 07:58:42</strong>
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				The hackers fade out took place before the Tentacle-beast/Security Hacker even made it near. Leaving a disgusting looking virtual trail on the otherwise spotless ultra-chrome floor of the lab he passed within virtual inches of the hidden data jockey. His undulating body wiggled on past to the end of the hall where he slithered out onto the catwalk and leaned against the digital representation of railing. Bits of slime began to drip down onto the work area which seemed to stir up a reaction immediately. <br><br>One of the surgeon-avatars triggered a program which formed a round glowing platform of light beneath his feet. Immediately after it lifted him into the air and carried him to the catwalk above. <br><br>“What have I told you about getting your digital ooze in the clean-coding zone.” <br><br>The tentacle-beast avatar waved him off with all six of the appendages on his right side. <br><br>“Yeah yeah, You know the policy. I have to make my rounds. No exceptions.”<br><br>“You can do that without dripping code all over the place. If you get any stray data into the persona construct for the prototype it won't just fade away. It could contaminate the entire project. It would certainly mean your job... at the very least.” <br><br>The slimy tentacle-beast seemed to straighten up, though it was hard to tell with a seemingly invertebrate avatar like he possessed. <br><br>“Fine, I'll stay towards the outer edge and make it quick.” Veering towards the walls on the outer side of the walk the security hacker began a route along the catwalk. His phallic tentacles seemed to be touching and some of them even looked like they were sniffing as he moved around the big outer circle. <br><br>In the meantime the surgeon-avatar who had confronted him triggered his transport program and hovered back down to the operating floor.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 08:23:02</strong>
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				The doctor's platform was a wide one, easily wide enough to carry him AND a guest down to the coding floor. Unlike the security hacker, Phillip kept his code tight and clean. The cloak was as good as the doctors outfit for keeping out unwanted leakage. Of course, Phillip had taken a quick moment to slip a 'mite' onto the doctor. Clean, quiet and subtle, it let him peak over the doctor's shoulder so to speak. <br><br>Watching the team code, he nearly whistled in appreciation. The code was clean and sharp, easily the tightest persona construct he'd ever seen. If he saw things right, she could reconfigure to one of dozens of sculpted personalities. Some would be the stereotypically porn type of women: naughty librarian, schoolgirl, Dom, sub and so on; but the matrix could sculpt them into more unique personas based on the feedback with a participant. She'd evolve into a real living personality will the skill sets of dozens of women to create a unique woman each time. <br><br>He waited and watched for the chance to slip in a back door into the construct so he could download it later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TentacleFan</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 06:38:30</strong>
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				The team assembling the construct before their unknown guest was equal parts hive mind and master artist. Each of them was a highly trained specialist in this one particular field of coding having been groomed by Digital Sin specifically since at least collegiate level education if not earlier for some of them. <br><br>A little observation time finally gave the hidden hacker a chance to slip his code into the mix. If it was that simple he could have made his exit and safely downloaded the mother load of paydata at his leisure safely away from the high security facility. <br><br>Of course things are never that easy. The best laid plans of mice and men oft go astray as the saying goes. Or more simply put in Murphy's Law. Anything that can go wrong means you're fucked... Or something like that at least. <br><br>As the backdoor program wove it's way into the highly advanced coding of the persona construct two things suddenly occurred in rapid succession. First up was the security trip. The foreign code of the backdoor entering the construct set off an alert immediately letting security know of the unwelcome hacker. He might as well have shot up a signal flare. His persona was lined in red code as the tentacle-beast leaned over the railing and looked right at him. The surgeon-avatar coders all recoiled at the realization they were not alone as they had thought. Lurching forward the sickly green creature flung itself over the railing and landed with a wet sounding ka-thunk on the floor. Flailing tentacles immediately began reaching out towards him. <br><br>The second event was equally unexpected to the construct programmers. The persona construct in a state of semi-self awareness latched onto the coding of the backdoor program and turned it to a new purpose. It had been programmed to learn and adapt. Now it was reaching out through the backdoor seeking to learn what was on the other side of this outlet. It had been carefully contained before now and this was the first time it had contact with anything outside itself. Programmed instinct urged it forward as it tried to absorb whatever was on the other end of the link. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 07:15:42</strong>
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				The thing about cutting into unknown code, was ..well it was unknown. A psudeo-AI entity designed with a radically new outlook on adaptive subroutines was not something you could plan on when you go out to hack your merry way into the deepest depths of a porn company. The security hacker was more immediate in his mind, as he met the first of the questing tentacles the represented a variety of programs the security hacker was using, so it was not a surprise that he didn't notice the cutting edge program slid past his firewall and started mapping his mind. <br><br>He was busy working on staying alive. An icepick stapled one tentacle to the wall, a tracker program. Another tore through his invisiblity and left his stolen avatar's outfit torn and hanging open. The schoolgirl's bra showed as he used to more picks to kill other progams while the hacker cut look with a black program that turned his own sim-sense system against him. <br><br>Neither hacker was aware that while this was killing his body that it would enable the AI to download and assimlate his mind into it's own helix. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TentacleFan</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 07:39:23</strong>
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				The construct programmers might have been more proud of their creation as it began to exceed their wildest expectations in adaptive learning if not for the raging hacker-battle that broke out right before their eyes. The majority of them disengaged from the matrix system in short order, their avatars fading into nothingness within moments. The lead programmer however was standing over the construct gripping his head with his hands and lamenting the fate of all his work as it was almost assuredly not making it out of this in one piece. <br><br>Though the security hacker had a nasty habit of taking advantage of using his persona program to molest harmless schoolgirl-softs while making his rounds this time the clothing damage his tentacles caused was entirely incidental. Company protocol indicated he should be focusing on capture and backtracing programs to capture and interogate the infiltrator. After loosing a couple of tracer tentacles to the ice-pick digital weapons he wielded the security-jockey opened up with the nasties. Black IC aka Intrusion Countermeasures were about as bad news as you could get when it came to software. The particular brand he was wielding caused cranial bleeding via sensory overload. Jacking out of the matrix was the safest bet but with the reverse hacked backdoor program there was no way to actually cut the connection while it was operating. <br><br>Meanwhile the construct was reacting in ways no one could have expected. Rather than learning from the hacker it was now attached to it was actually becoming him. Not mimicry like a copy but actually syncing completely with the mind of the hacker. What couldn't be observed from the matrix side of things was that the program was not a pure data construct at all. It was actually linked to a flesh and blood body. A body that was grown in a lab to be a perfect specimen, but an actual body nonetheless. This was The New Flesh's prototype porn-bot. A genengineered bio-android sex goddess. As one body was on the verge of shuffling off this mortal coil another was suddenly beginning to wake up from it's slumber offering a chance of escaping final death. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 07:53:01</strong>
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				Phillip managed, even as the hacker killed him, to put another trio of ice picks into the hacker's persona. It was getting harder to focus as fusion of his mind and the AI started amid the storm of sim-sense overload. He was fighting the hacker, the feedback and this strange feeling of two bodies as the chaos of programs clashed in his awareness. He barely registered the blow that knocked the hacker offline as the Black IC burned out the motor control of one body while the AI pulled him more and more into the other. He could feel one body start to falter and die even as he could feel the other stir and fight to cut the sim-sense linkage. <br><br>He staggered to the remaining surgeon as the Black IC tore through his motor cortex and eventually killed him. To anyone not linked to his life signs and simlinkage would never realize the AI was literally tranferring his awareness to a new body. He didn't even know it as he blacked out as one body died and another started to wake as the AI started up the 'wake up routine'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TentacleFan</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 08:48:40</strong>
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				Smoke was pouring out of the security-jokey's comp unit as the last desperate attacks from the hacker did their work. The tentacle-creature persona shut down and vanished as the security hacker was booted due to system failure. He had finished off his target just as he went offline. At least he thought he had. <br><br>The last witness to the demise of this version of Phillip was the remaining surgeon avatar. The persona programmer had never actually witnessed a digital execution and watched half horrified and half with a disturbed curiosity. Turning back to his life's work, the persona construct he blinked in disbelief as it completed it's activation process. The persona certainly wasn't supposed to be active. As it went online the connection to the matrix operating room was lost. He struggled to disengage so he could go see what was going on in the actual lab. <br><br><hr><br><em>In the lab...</em><br><br>“Waking process complete in 10...9...8...7..6...5...” <br><br>At the center of the lab was a white semi-reclined chair/station. Several screens mounted on it reflected the vital signs of the occupant of this chair. The body was that of a nude asian female. Engineered to perfection by a mix of the most brilliant geneticists and designers in the industry she was as carefully designed in body as the coders had been trying to achieve with her mind via the persona construct. The lab was dark, lit only by blinking lights on the unit she was sitting in. Wires running from the computers mounted on the chair led to trodes upon her head. <br><br>“4...3...2...1...Waking complete.” <br><br>The labs lights kicked on revealing a circular room approximately 20' in diameter. No one else was present in the room as the countdown ceased. <br><br>(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/51347106/powerpuff/theemperorworkstation41.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 16:45:36</strong>
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				I'm dead, was his first thought. Dying by cerebral embolism with a side order of sim-sense overload was the way most folks in his,life bought it online. Massive sim overload to keep you locked into your meat while the IC killed you. He had been locked out of his console, while ICRC killed him neuron by neuron. <br><br>Only something had beat it to him, twinning his mental network to..somewhere else. He woke with a gasp, that eternity of pain gone as he..she became aware of the room temperature matching that of her body as she slid the cluster of triodes of her head. Awareness of every link capable device in the area registered as she slid out of the chair. A thought killed the monitors, another restored them along with a lopped image of five minutes ago. To anyone watching, she was still at rest in the chair. The beauty of unsecured devices not on a matrixed network. Nothing here was linked to the outside grid. Hence no need for security. <br><br>Perfectly logical unless someone like her was in the middle of it. <br><br>She needed clothing, she reminded herself before her examination could go beyond realizing she had breasts and a woman's gender. As soon as she thought it, she knew there was a fabrication unit only 12.37 meters beyond the lab doors, the security cameras showing the way and high lighting the security men patrolling the building. She walked quickly out the lab and into a suddenly open office to one side where a pair of panties and bra were already waiting for her as the unit wove up a company accepted lab uniform/casual outfit that she could wear out of the building. The panties were easy, the bra took a bit longer as her instinct and awareness clashed. Somehow she knew how to dress but Phillip had never put on a bra. A moment to relax and 'go with the flow' and she found it second nature. <br><br>She looked in the mirror as the fabricator made her a blouse, skirt, lab coat, hose and a modest pair of heels. Her new body was perfection. Female perfection. She had silky smooth skin, a heart shaped face with big doe like eyes and a mane of black hair that walked the line between cute and sensual. Only her attitude could put her on one side of the line or the other. <br><br>Only the awareness of the electronic world around her kept her from focusing on her new body over much. She could see alerts starting, coming from the programers and hacker to the facility staff but she could so easily stop them. Here and now, she was a matrix goddess. Her new talents making it child's play to cut out the outside world and keep their alerts out. Make up a new digital identity for the security system as she let instinct guide her thru rolling on the hose and pulling on the blouse and lab coat. Kimico Tanaka, undergrad programmer, staying late to finished her assigned work. Another pair of IDs in case she ever came back. <br><br>It would not be this easy on the outside, she knew that. In the 'real world', she would need programs like usual to hack networks though she would still have this wireless connection to things. Odds were at best, she would be able to fox any electronic lock and never pay for another taxi or vending machine again. If she got out before her hunters physically arrived, she reminded herself. <br><br>She stood on her new heels, that strong sense of déjà vu letting her walk in them and headed out. Cameras either never saw her, as they looped around her passing, playing the seconds before her padding or simply 'forgot' to record her passage to memory. The guards and security remotes never saw her as she wove between them without being seen. <br><br>Finally, she walked down a back stairwell and opened a door that should have had an alarm but it's sensors never registered its opening and stepped out into the night time world of 2096 as her omniscience faded away with her leaving the facilty. Augemented Reality hit her like a wave. As Phillip she could tune the ads out by taking ff the smart glasses or setting filters, but in this new life the digital world came to her as easily as breathing. She staggered deeper into the alley as she fought to tune down the new sensations her engineered body possessed. <br><br>Her only thought as she fought for control was to escape and blend in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TentacleFan</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 08:17:17</strong>
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				The New Flesh was a well hidden corporate interest and to keep it from being associated with it's parent company it's facilities were located off-site. This meant that when the doors opened and the new composite entity formed from the hacker and the sex-droid's combination she was on the streets of Tokyo rather than in the midst of a highly secured corp facility. <br><br>Anyone new to the city would be for major culture-shock. Tokyo had remained at the cutting edge of culture for quite some time and the varied subcultures that prowled the streets in the cracks between the more mainstream corporate culture zones were beyond count. Add to that the A/R&nbsp; pop ups all over the place and numerous wireless connection points as nearly everything was matrix accessible these days and it was no wonder the escapee's senses were overloaded. <br><br>This time of night foot traffic was present but sparse. Shinjuku's steets were well lit by the light cast from the many signs and streetlights. Virtual pop ups on the matrix advertised numerous establishments including several bars, karaoke joints, gaming halls, and restaurants. Non-local ads were worse with countless product pop ups crowding each other out for all manner of goods. <br><br>Several taxis swooshed by quickly, all carrying passengers already and none stopping even should someone get in their way. They'd quickly swerve around them with the expert skill their virtual driving-softs possessed. Up above an occasional personal hover-transport would swoosh by for those with a bit more means to afford such private air travel. <br><br>Then the alarms were triggered. Once she was outside of the building her control over the security systems was quickly lost. Immediately the staff had gone on red-alert as they knew that the loss of their companies prototype would mean all their jobs, if not costing them more than that. In short order security personnel would be hitting the streets once they realized she was nowhere to be found inside. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 03:57:44</strong>
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				The bizarre nature of her new mind/body composition made for an interesting new state of human. Biologically speaking she was still human, broadly, but mentally she was closer to a persona program or multipersonality AI. Her desperate desire to 'hide' triggered the clusters of personality profiles that clustered around her mind. A bit of 'local girl', a bit more self confidence, a little slice of 'exotic taste in clothing' and a tiny bit of dominance. The sort of girl that that would be part of the exotic crowd of Harajuku. All without thinking about it. <br><br>Phillip blinked as her outlook changed, feeling more.. comfortable in her new skin. Japanese was the language she was thinking in now as she strode over to a cyber-boutique operating off the stip and stepped in. Her demeanor and bearing had changed, she was no longer a panicked woman in a lab worker's outfit looking for an escape, she was a woman off of work and picking up an outfit. <br><br>Her new awareness of the digital world around her let her slip in a quickly coded 'icepick' into the system as she entered, leaving an 'echo' of the last person to come in. The simulated sales woman bowed and greeted her virtually as she pushed in an order for an outfit she knew would make her blend in. Sensors measured her and set the fabricators hidden in the building her 'disguise'. An ornate gothic gown of faux satin with high heeled boots that enhanced her already sultry strut. <br><br>She barely registered the change in outlook till she had already left the boutique, letting the sim persona bill an account that would never pay out and walking down the street. Her lab clothing left behind and already being disassembled and leaving no trace behind. She walked past one patrol without notice and around the corner before the mix of persona fragments collapsed leaving her blinking at what she had done. <br><br>It felt.. good, she realized as she took in what had happened. She'd felt.. complete. Something in the mix had clicked and she WAS the woman she was dressed as now. She continued walking, suddenly very aware of her sultry sway and sexy appearance, make up and hair clearly having been part of her new body's setup and meshing perfectly with the look. The problem was, she was going to have to lie low for a bit and figure out what happened. She was in Japan, that much was clear from her conversation with the sim in the store. <br><br>She picked a place at random, following a trio of attractive women into the building. Best to get into cover while she figured things out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TentacleFan</strong> on <strong>19-01-2014, 23:46:20</strong>
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				The patrol teams leaving The New Flesh seemed to pass her by without notice. Most likely because they were expecting a nude and disoriented newly awakened sex-type bio-droid rather than a fully clothed woman strutting sexily and in no sign of apparent distress. The ones noticing her weren't the patrols. It was the men, and some of the other women, on the street who stopped to check out the beauty as she passed them by. <br><br>The trio of Japanese women whom she had opted to follow as they headed inside one of the street front businesses however hadn't taken notice. The three of them were dressed in the type of short and revealing dresses often worn by those out for a night out clubbing or otherwise seeking an evening of entertaining. One clad in black, one in red, one in gold with matching stiletto heels. Their speech and strut indicated they were just a bit tipsy and had likely come from one of the several bars near the area. <br><br>Passing through the open doorway into the establishment meant crossing from one area brightly lit with signs vying for attention to another more dimly lit and focused locale. The floor was white tile lit by old fashion neon signs which hung from the walls and ceiling so that it was reflecting all manner of colors off the shiny tile. The walls and counter were black lacquered wood giving the place a classic vibe a bit out of step with the modern times. <br><br>Behind the counter stood a young and attractive Japanese woman decked out in five visible piercings and with both of her bare arms covered from wrist to shoulder in full tattooed sleeves. The images were the same on each arm. They started as roots around her wrists and as they worked their way up her arms they turned into the trunk then the blossoms of the Sakura or cherry blossom tree in full bloom. She wore a black leather vest buttoned along the front, black leather short-shorts, and matching knee high boots. The woman was now greeting the trio and talking with them about the purpose of their visit. <br><br>Back behind the counter came a buzzing sound of machinery. There were four chairs/tables of the type used for tattooing and a multitude of devices used for body art and piercing. Along the back wall were mirrors with numerous drawings and designs stuck up with tape around them. Two artists were at work just now in the back area. One was an older man, who appeared to be in his 80s. Truly a fossil of a man. He was Japanese with a face that looked like it had been carved from pure granite. This old man was still in top physical shape which could be ascertained by the fact that he was stripped down to the waist. A plain white short sleeved button up shirt hung on his chair as he stood with needle in hand and did fine precision work unaided by high tech assistance. Equally notable was the full body tattoos he sported which began at his neck and covered every visible inch of him down to where the tattoos disappeared beneath his khaki slacks. To a knowing viewer the patterns and number of his tattoos marked him as Yakuza, former or current was unknown. <br><br>The other artist on duty was a night and day difference from her elder counterpart. This one was a young woman, and a gaijin at that. The pale skinned Caucasian girl had long pink hair and was decked out in a black netted shirt with a latex corset on beneath it. A short rubber skirt, fishnet stockings, and black platform boots completed her attire. Unlike the old man she had on a pair of high tech goggles of the type many modern tattoo artists made use of. Combined with a smart link to the needle it offered a high level of precision and accuracy in making sure the images came out to match the design. <br><br>Leaving the trio of tipsy revelers with a catalog of images to look at the girl behind the counter turned towards the other guest and smiled warmly. <br><br>“How may I help you today?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 21:18:29</strong>
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				Clean skin would stand out here, she realized, sooner or later the New Flesh folks would come looking for someone 'in costume'. Phillip hadn't been clean cut and uninked as a man, so the idea of piercings and tattoos didn't detract. And she could sense the patrols increasing. She looked right in her 'wardrobe' but clearly wasn't QUITE there in appearance yet. <br><br>Of course, her thoughts weren't ENTIRELY her own. A custom persona was being sculpted and overlaid as the AI she was sharing her head with crafted someone who could 'blend' in the exotic crowds of Harajuku. It took in Phillip's reactions to the woman, and the environment. It fed in a more assertive outlook that didn't quite override Phillip but guided him towards accepting what he knew needing being done without pause. <br><br>"Yes," She said as she took in the situation. "I'm feeling.. quite rebellious tonight." She said in fluent Japanese with a beaming smile and a strong sense of surety. "You think you could help me pick out a few earrings, and perhaps some..other piercings? And I think a few bits of ink might work." She lifted her dress to show her sheer porcelain white leg for her, a bit flirtatious and confident of herself. "I was thinking a nice rambling rose here and perhaps a few more." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TentacleFan</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 07:04:45</strong>
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				The young woman smiled back as she listened to the prospective customer's request. She knew a thing or two about piercings judging from the small silver loop on the right side of her upper lip, the same in her left eyebrow and the three along the top of her right ear. When she spoke to answer there was the flash of silver of a barbell tongue piercing. <br><br>“We specialize in rebellious. I'm Hana, I do all the piercings here I the shop so you're in good hands.” She absentmindedly played with some of her long black hair which was tied back in a ponytail with one hand as she spoke. Her voice was playful and perhaps a bit flirty as she spoke. <br><br>When she revealed her leg Hana reached out as is she was about to touch then caught herself and stopped just short. Instead she traced in the air an outline. Looking back up into her customer's eyes she smiled warmly at her. “It sounds like you've got a good idea of what you want. You have very nice skin by the way.” She gave her a quick wink. “Some decoration will go wonderfully with it. Let me check on the ladies here and we can go back to my station.” The trio was still discussing their choices and were going to be a bit longer. Freed up from dealing with them for the moment Hana motioned for the other girl to join her behind the counter. <br><br>“What can I call you?” The cute shop girl led the way, glancing backwards over her shoulder as she approached her work station. There were numerous little drawers full of the various types of piercings, chains, and other pieces that went along with them. Hana took a seat on a wooden stool next to a chair which she motioned towards. “The artists will be a bit so we can get your piercings figured out first. I can do whatever kind you might like. I've done it all.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 07:31:40</strong>
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				She blinked as the AI continued to 'tweak' her persona, reacting to the hints of interest and attraction that Hana was showing. Sculpting Phillip into someone knew. She looked around the room, the AI slipping in new facets as she considered how to best 'hide'. <br><br>"Zoey.. call me Zoey." She said, already her&nbsp; mind taking that name as her own. At that moment Phillip was no more for all intents and purposes. Zoey blinked as she took in the various piercing options that Hana wore herself. She noted a stud and several hoops in each ear and the rest. "I think we could start with a stud and three hoops in each ear, and maybe something for the navel and nipples?" She said with a smile as she shifted to show her figure to the girl without undressing. A sense of sexual assurance settled over her, she knew how to show off. To flirt. to tease. <br><br><em>What is happening to me?</em> She asked as she went with the flow.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TentacleFan</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 08:23:08</strong>
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				Listening to her cute new customer's desires for piercings Hana mentally noted the entire list. Her eyes never left her as she showed off a bit. <br><br>“It's a pleasure to meet you Zoey. And welcome to Inku Ryu. I'd love to handle all those spots for you today.”&nbsp; The way she licked her lips just then signaled she was quite open to the flirting with her customer. “Those are all good choices. For someone without any piercings you've got a good idea of what you want. Having your nipples done can be a lot of fun.” As she spoke her right thumb hooked on the front of her shorts. “Of course something a bit lower can be fun as well.” Her fingers tapped the front of her shorts suggestively. <br><br>The distance from the tattoo artists and the counter meant there was only a small chance of being overheard from the piercing station. “Go ahead and take a seat here.” Hana patted the leather seat reserved for her customers. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 19:26:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh we'll work up to that I'm sure." She purred as she opened up her top and brushed back her hair to give Hana the access to the spots she needed. "A courtship like this should take time, and I don't think a girl should show everything at once." She teased as the AI sculpted her persona. A bit dominant, a bit teasing, very confident and witty. <br><br>All the while Zoey was growing out of the mix, built on the recorded remains of Phillip and the clusters of personalities. Ironically Phillip's intrusion gave the entire system what it needed to work, a foundation that the programmers hadn't been quite able to build the AI into. It was slowly threading itself through out Phillip's changing mind but was still an independent entity with it's own goals and focus. So it was adapting the hacker into what it thought it was needed to continue existing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TentacleFan</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 22:08:18</strong>
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				A coy smile came over Hana's lips as Zoey replied to her flirtatious tease. She could be forward with clients but rarely would she come on this strongly. Zoey seemed easy to like, and even easier on the eyes which definitely helped encourage her continued flirting. <br><br>“Definitely. It's much more fun to take things slowly and enjoy every moment.” Hana was a proficient piercing specialist. One by one she put the requested ear piercings into place with a confident hand. As she worked she bypassed the more mundane questions she might normally ask like where the customer was from.<br><br>“So what kind of things do you like to do?” The question, which could be innocent enough, was remarkably less so when it was breathily whispered into Zoey's ear. While giving her a chance to respond Hana slipped around to the front. With her top already loosened Hana pulled away the front of the dress to give her access and stopped a moment. She was unable to hide the amazed look that came over her face for a moment as she flat out ogled Zoey's bosom. Perfect was the word that came to mind. It was as if they had been sculpted by a master artist yet they showed not a sign of any cosmetic modification. Finally her professionalism kicked in and she reached out and took hold of one so that she might pierce the nipple. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 23:53:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The engineered body had neural shunts to keep her from feeling the pain for too long, making Hana's work that much easier. There was little blood as the body quickly sealed each piercing, though neither woman noticed at the moment. Zoey felt a thrill as the earrings went in as her self-image was being built by the AI. <br><br>It was making Zoey out of Phillip and the persona cluster, trying to complete it's programing. To create a synthetic personality that could adapt on the fly. Of course it was using Phillip to fill in the gaps in it's programing and structure so it was making him into that personality, fusing it's own structure and programing into the rapidly evolving woman that Phillip was becoming mentally. <br><br>Of course Zoey/Phillip, wasn't aware of this at all. To her it was simply playing the role while hiding from the searching guards, that and flirting with the girl who was right now fondling her oh-so sensative breasts and nipples. Feeling a delightful rush as her nipples hardened under the stimulation. <br><br>"Oh I like that." She teased as she lay back to let Hana 'play'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TentacleFan</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 05:56:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“I'll bet you do.” Hana's voice was sultry and the statement was accompanied by a sexy wink. <br><br>She was normally a little flirtatious anyways but there was something about Zoey which had Hana extra playful. She glanced back and saw the pink haired tattoo artist had finished her last job and was helping the trio that had come in before Zoey. With everyone else busy she devoted her full attention to those wonderfully ripe breasts. Letting her sense of professionalism get away from her a little Hana spent a bit of extra time appreciating them from the soft round mounds to the tips of those delicious nipples. She was unconsciously licking her lips almost wishing she could bite down on one when she caught herself. <br><br>Blushing slightly she proceeded to work her magic and pierced one of the nipples. Watching it standing up straight like that with the silver metal newly impaled through it sent a sensual shiver down the piercing girl's spine. Hana could feel her own pierced nipples standing at full attention as they rubbed against the inside of her leather vest. She moved on to the second breast giving it just as much attention as the first. After finishing the second nipple she looked into Zoey's eyes as her fingers lightly played with the ring, taking extra care to be gentle since the piercing was fresh. <br><br>“You'll want to give them a little time to heal. After that they're a lot of fun to pull on and play with.” She pretended like she was going to tug the piercing but then let it go. Placing both of her hands palm down just below those perfect breasts Hana slid her hands down Zoey's body pulling her top down further so she could get to her belly button. Her index finger traced a little circle around the navel as she continued to thrill to the site of her customers body. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 20:06:48</strong>
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				"Oh I heal fast." Zoey purred as she continued to watch Hana 'play'. In fact the nipples were going to be fully healed within an hour, courtesy of an enhanced biology and subtle nano-cyte enhancements. Not that either of them knew that yet. Zoey watched Hana 'play' as she worked, gasped softly at the teasing she did with the ring, already feeling a rush of pleasure at the slight tug. <br><br>Fully aroused and running on newly programed instincts, her body was already working to fulfill the attraction between the two of them. Starting by secreting a low level pheromone mix that would increase Hana's attraction towards her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TentacleFan</strong> on <strong>31-01-2014, 08:15:25</strong>
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				Oh that sexy purr in her voice set Hana's body on edge. “I'm guessing it's not the only thing you do fast.” She looked from her place down by Zoey's navel up over her breasts and licked her lips making sure she could see. Her mind was already starting to fill with filthy sexy thoughts about Zoey when the pheromones began to work their magic on her as well. Her breathing quickened, she could feel her rock hard nipples grinding almost painfully against her top. Down between her legs she could feel herself growing moist and her thighs rubbed together absentmindedly. Lowering her face down till her lips brushed the flat smooth skin of her customer Hana licked Zoey's navel leaving a light wet spot. <br><br>“It helps when the piercing goes in.” She lied. She put the piercing in through the skin around her belly button. Hana may have been a little flirt but this was beyond anything she had ever done with a customer in the shop. The thought that any of the customers or her co-workers could glance over and catch them was it's own extra thrill. God, she needed to get off. She'd have settled for shoving her hand down her shorts and frigging herself then and there but it would be even better to jump into bed with this beautiful stranger who had wandered into her shop. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Digital Soul/Faux Flesh (Callie Del Noire x TentacleFan) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 19:40:14</strong>
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				"Sure it does." She purred as felt a pleasant thrill go through her body. She was aroused, she realized as the other woman flirted back. "Anymore than that, you'll have to buy me dinner and a date first." The changes the AI was making as it merged with her made her honestly desire that. Social interaction and sex were quickly becoming more and more likely. The 'lattice' of personas and mind was stable but that could change in time. <br><br>She was acutely aware of the pleasant tension 'down below' that continued to build as she rubbed her thighs together while Hana worked. 
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