Epiphany,Rebirth,Revelation - Posted by The "Man"

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(00:30:04 )
.|Love Doll- 592DL|.
[PIC]
Kitten Model Type 592DL
-Ajoia-
is in their apartment/house
speaking to: «« Au†omated § Mons† - Apparently her last 'renter' assumed she was still in the lab.She slid down i nto the water..hot..steam rising.There was a pause int he sounds as data was uploaded to its source. SHe lurched forward with a paind gasp..a trickle of blood coming from her nose..dangling in garnet drop from her upper lip before it vanished into the water. They had found the recalled memory files. The incriminating ones that were supposed to have been destroyed. HEr body jerked as her logic struggled aganst the control chip..a woman who cant say no..even to herself..her hand shaking..teeth clenched as she reached for the edge of the tub..then suddenly..slid down under the surface..they meant to destroy her..from afar.


(00:36:25 )
«« Au†omated § Mons†er »» <br>[PIC]
«| Sþenœr ¤ Twiligh† |» <br>'...Reverting to core programming...CRUSH! KILL! DESTROY!...'
«« Ajoia | AR »»<br>is in their apartment/house
speaking to: .|Love Doll- 592DL|. - Something chimedsoftly in Apon's left ear, his head turning slightly towards the hallway leading off to the bathroom. He frowned slightly...something didn't feel right. Then the signal lock appeared on his display, and he was up and moving. What the fuck was going on now?...The bathroom door was blown open by his efforts, his slight frame standing in the door, blinking as he tried to figure out what was going on. Seeing her below the water was enough for him though, a display of strenght unbefitting of his small frame shown again as he grabbed her by the arm a lifted her from the water. Or try to at least, it probally wouldn;t be that easy. =P


(00:42:07 )
.|Love Doll- 592DL|.
[PIC]
Kitten Model Type 592DL
-Ajoia-
is in their apartment/house
speaking to: «« Au†omated § Mons† - She forced herself to keep her eyes shut..knowing enough to know that your face would be sent to whoever was in her head..-whatever- was in her head. Blood and water mingled as she coughed and sputtered..the intruder now attempting to acess her involuntary function center..to shut off her heart and lungs..the meager firewall around such actions seeming to hold in place..Hands gripped your shirt tightly, that sensory input being uploaded as well.


(00:47:39 )
«« Au†omated § Mons†er »» <br>[PIC]
«| Sþenœr ¤ Twiligh† |» <br>'...Reverting to core programming...CRUSH! KILL! DESTROY!...'
«« Ajoia | AR »»<br>is in their apartment/house
speaking to: .|Love Doll- 592DL|. - Shit...it was that modem, He'd glanced at it last night, but having assumed that after removing all the corporate ties, it woiuld have gone unused. Apparently that wasn't the case. The point of red flickered into his left eye again, the fine point narrowing in on her hands, his optics cycling through till he could distinguish the inorganic compentent he was looking for. Someone would pay for this, if only for messing with his property and violating the sanctity of his home.


(01:01:17 ) The "Man" is telling a Story for .|Love Doll- 592DL|.:
Her mind was ablaze with images, flashing, flickering, a blur of color. Her processor or closest proximity there of tried to process the information that she had unlocked. All the while the flashes kept comming, sometimes Apocs face would flicker briefly as she tried to take it all in at once, mixing with reality with...with...with whatever it was that replayed in her head. And then there was nothing, just a searing white light, as if she had stared into the sun as it blew up or something, just her, lost in the vast whiteness...floating...all alone. Should she try to speak, she will find it impossible, her body goes against the will fo her brain, she is helpless, like a puppet, a thing to be used. But that was all she was anyways wasn't it? A play thing for a rich man to get pleasure from, no even really alive. It had started out as thoughts in her own mind, her voice, her words, but as it went on, getting to the heart of the matter, her voice began to mold, begain to change, deeping, yet at the same time getting higher in pitch, as if two different voices spoke at once. "They use you, throw you away when you are done. A thing......no hope............no heart............are you even alive?" The voice trailed away, fading into undiscernable blackground noise, like the sound of static on the old T.V's. The whiteness is ripped away, revealing the world as it is, the colors seeming duller, even duller then you remember, as if the world had had its contrast turned down, something stirred within..something strange...it was a feeling she had not know...a warm tingly feeling...a feeling that now started to ache...she felt as if...she belonged. Feeling as if some of her energy had been seeped away she finds herself in the clutches of the big burely APoc, well sans the big and burliness, those files that she had accessed..gone, leaving her with perhaps a slight feeling of violation, someone had broken into her head, and snatched a part of her away.....leaving only the last words to burn a question within her own mind...was she alive? Sure she could rationalize it out by the fact that she has a heart beat, that she eats, that she breathes, but there was more to being truely alive then that...she didn't know why...the thoughts had never occured to her before, it was as if that ominscent voice had opened her mind to new possibilities, to new ideas, cold, condeming ideas....

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(01:12:07 )
.|Love Doll- 592DL|.
[PIC]
Kitten Model Type 592DL
-Ajoia-

says to «« Au†omated § Mons†: It was the sound of water dripping onto the floor that she noticed first..water..dripping from her long dark gold hair. There was a certain relief..like getting a painful tooth extracted. She looked to you..the movements of her eyes slow..those cruel yet true words still echoing in her head. She pushed herself away from you..her head throbbing dully..not with pain..but with some odd breed of expansion...like pupils contracting in bright light. Would you use her and throw her away? She did have feelings..she felt..the entire myriad of human emotions..she bled when cut..she was entirely fragile.She held out her hand..a somewhat defensive motion..prgramming trying to reboot her system yet again.."apoc..soemthing is wrong wi.." and walla..the seizure of her flawless body as the sysem shut down..heart stopping for a split second as she was booted up again..but that..revelation..was still there..like a virus.


(01:22:13 )
«« Au†omated § Mons†er »» <br>[PIC]
«| Sþenœr ¤ Twiligh† |» <br>'...Reverting to core programming...CRUSH! KILL! DESTROY!...'
«« Ajoia | AR »»<br>is in their apartment/house
speaking to: .|Love Doll- 592DL|. - Well then, Apoc could only blink in clueless wonder as she retreated away from him. His head tilted slightly, but he didn't questions it for the time. Instead he actually handed her a towel to wipe the blood from her nose and face, before she started to seize up again. "Li...fuck, not again." That was actually getting really annoying, he'd look into that right now actually. Wrapping her ennert body in a towel, he grabbed the one he was going to give her and headed back out to the living room with her. Propping her up against the sofa, he reached for his laptop again and the bag of accessories for it. Grabbing his relay cables, he plugged one end into the USB port, the other into her...where ever the acces port was at least. Hopefully somewhere tasteful like the back of the neck or behind the ear, though knowing the creator, it was far from being that simple *sigh*. "Run System scan...scan for receint errors, and corrupted files. Compare to system scan results from 12 hours ago." God bless technology, and the Trinanry computer. It made work like this so much easier. His screen flickered to life as the scan initiaed, Kitten's system was still free to reactivate again, he wasn;t stopping her. At least with her active, the error could occur again for him to catch this time.


(01:39:41 ) The "Man" is telling a Story for .|Love Doll- 592DL|.:
If only every women came with a shut down option eh? Then men would be happy..actually...you could easily limit it to a mute function and the contentness would still remain...but enough tangents, it was time to get down to business. To her it was the blink of an eye, to the rest of the world it was 5 long seconds, her eyelids rolling back as the world came into focus, having started out so small, a mere dot and then from there it unfolded, symbolic of the big bang theory, the creation of life, and there you went again, mind wandering as the preliminary checks were done, Apoc himself having..."jacked" in to her systems to manually expect it, though orally would have been better...bad innuendos aside, it did not change the fact that her mind drifted, drifted to the irony of a thing without life relating something that her static, created body could not possibly know..the creation of life, she could not know the joy of being connected to something through more then just sexual or even contractual obligations. Never would she feel the pride of seeing something that was connected to her in a unique way, grow, achieve greatness, she would be left standing outside, looking in on the world as if she were behind a window, in the only moment that she has felt as if she belonged, that she felt the yearning to return to a place that held some..special feeling in her, was she also faced with the brutal fact that she was alone, she would die alone, sure she may gain the ever intangiable love, but she would never know the simplest pleasures of a childs love....seems that even with all the innovations in modern technology even it can not emulate something so simple, something so..basic...


(01:47:57 )
.|Love Doll- 592DL|.
[PIC]
Kitten Model Type 592DL
-Ajoia-

says to «« Au†omated § Mons†: error messages would likely spring up here and there...because she was fighiting against the control. A deep and terible sadness welled up within her..as though she had just learned of the death of a loved one..a mourning over things that couldnt be helped..and right along with it..a great and formidabble rage..base instinct kicking in. This was perhaps..a drawback Kitten Ind. hadnt considered when heightening those carnal female instincts. Behind the drive to procreate..the initial act..was the desire for offspring..for something to love and care for..a duplication of self. She came to..but remained still..eyes opening as she looked up at the celing..a ferocity in her eyes that hadnt been there before.


(01:56:29 )
«« Au†omated § Mons†er »» <br>[PIC]
«| Sþenœr ¤ Twiligh† |» <br>'...Reverting to core programming...CRUSH! KILL! DESTROY!...'
«« Ajoia | AR »»<br>is in their apartment/house
speaking to: .|Love Doll- 592DL|. - "What the fuck is going on in that head of your's, a fucking war?" How could her system deteriroate so badly in just 12 short hours, most of her emotional gride was either overloaded or shot intirely, he's have to reintall most of them to get the system running 'normal' again, though there'd be some glitches he just couldn't work out. He worked quietly through her motor functions for now, and her base-life functions, speifically the pathway connecting it to her remote modem. He'd have to sever the connection in her body somewhere, but he could short the modem out for the time being so hopefully no repeats would occur. Noticing her eyes open, he glanced up from his work "How are you?" It'd be nice when she picked a name for herself too...it felt so rude not having a proper name to adress her by. His eyes lingered slowly on her face, and the strange gleam now lingering in her eyes. One brow quirked slightly, before he glanced back to his readouts. "I'll be a few more minutes with this scan, I'll go in an work out the errors in your emotional grid later on when you go to sleep." "Do you know what happened?" He doubted she'd have an answer, everytime she rebooted she suffered memory blanks.


(02:13:34 ) The "Man" falls OOC for a brief moment to ALL:
((Ta both))The warnings were there but it was anticipated and not seen out of the ordinary, inside her, she was still being violated, still being raped, she was a sex doll but even she couldn't like this person being inside her, who would? Such a thing ment that there was a lack of control, a lack of control ment weakness, and to a product like her weakness ment destruction, and every nanosecond that the intruder was inside her was like a bitter reminder of her weaknesses....reminded her of destruction, could she fear death? More questions, but at least some comfort came from that if she wasn't alive then she truely couldn't die, but such comforts were brief, she was well aware of what actually happened, but unlike humans there was no pearly gates waiting for her, there was only the wretching clutches of oblivion, but alas there was hope. Apoc went about his workings, checking systems, trying to scan, trying to figure out, her eyes would have looked down at him when he spoke to her, he was like a child, she could see that he needed someone jsut as much as she did, as if he feared being alone, that would help explain why he had purchased her. His impatientness, his rather short attention span, he was very much like a kid, a serrogate kid for her, though such an illusion could not hide the bitter knowledge that it was merely facade. But at least it was a facade that she could help temporarily releave the pain that began to swell inside her, at least with Apoc she could fool herself for a short time. Now maybe it had something to do with the poking around that Apoc had been doing, maybe it didn't, maybe it was the nameless ones systems kicking back in and excersiing some authority over her body, the cause to why it happens doesn't matter, neither party really knowing, what they do know is one second her systems are under attack the attacker is gone, living behind a rather ill feeling serenity, as if there was some falsehood in even these. She would more then likely look down at him, perhaps to say a word of thanks, however as she begins to speak the first word she will probably get cut off...the viasge of Apoc changing as if another picture were being imposed upon it, the young mans face chaning to that of a perhaps 9 year old girl, flaxxon hair, big curious eyes, but the most disturbing thing is the resmebelance in her features...she...seemed familiar yet the doll could not put her finger on it. The vision as it was, is over and done with in a second, the other face almost floating to the top before vanishing back into nothingness...leaving the rather confused look of Apoc to await her. Was she going crazy? Was there a malfunction? Her systems read to be A-Ok...then what...caused it?....And mroe importantly would she say something? She had already ran the risk of Apoc becomming dissatisfied with her......