Thread: Night of the living Doll (me and CindyHarrison

William cursed as he heard the phone ring from upstairs. why can't you leave me alone?, he muttered aloud to no one. the crusty old unsociable inventor kept tinkering with an electrical connection , the neon light hovering above him glaring and flickering. He never was much of a warm or friendly man and even less over the last 2 years. The now 67 year old man was one of those inventors you read about in books, those hermit crabs that isolate themselves from the world, appear only long enough to file yet another patent, sell another invention and retire back into obscurity . He was almost bald, his hair line looking much like an medieval monk and wore bottlecap thick bifocal glasses. William sighed, finally finished with the motherboard he had been toiling with for the past 3 weeks. With a slight smile of self satisfaction, he brought it over to the object laying on the metal table. The object, the focus of his endevours was a 6 foot tall naked woman. Well, to clarify things, she---and it was a 'she'---was an artificial person, an android and was to be his crowning achievement. Of all the inventions he had amassed in the past, this was the one he was most proud of. William wasn't van or conceited by a long shot, but he intended to show her off to the entire world. Rumors were always around about homemade so-called robots but they were too jerky, mechanical in their movements and very expensive, which was why only corporations such as Honda or Sony had them. This was still the 21st century....it would be decades, maybe 100 years before creations such as the beauty laying on that table would be commonplace. She was beautiful beyond words....if one had a Barbie doll--yes, the same one made by Mattel--they would recognize her instantly, even if she was 6 feet tall. She looked like Barbie brought to life, if 'life' was the right word. She was blonde, blue eyed, pursed pink lips, a vagina that never required shaving, long slender legs and a pert full ass. William flicked the almost invisible switch behind her right ear. In a second, her eyes glowed and blinked. Her lips moved a little and she turned her head to face her creator. Am I finished?, she asked in her babydoll soft voice. almost, he said....your brainwave patterns are perfect...all that remains is one final phase. When I am done, you will switch off automatically and return to cyberhibernation..... The old man wheeled a table beside his creation. Taking a clear plexiglass dome with wires attached, he placed it over his head, connecting wires to the android. He grabbed the remote, laid flat and hit a switch. Currents of electricity sourged from his head and into the android, both trembling and shaking. After about an hour the machine turned itself off. my feelings.....my emotions....my urges are now a part of you, he said as he disconnected everything. You can say I transplanted my essence into you.... He waited until the android shut herself off then placed her back into the crate, closing the lid. I'll be back, he said, as if she could hear....even inventors need food...I got to get to the store..... William never returned. He had a head on collison with a drunk driver on the way back from the store.