{ASSM} Sentimental Perfection, Part 1 (MF, ASFR, m'bot, oral, 69, consent)
Pyeknu
by Gorgo
Based on "Perfection", written by Dr. Goldfoot, and the video game
"Sentimental Graffiti", owned by NEC Interchannel.
"Looking for the Summer" (1991), written by Chris Rea, released on the
album "Auberge" via East West Records.
WRITER'S NOTES:
And here's my third story, a semi-sequel to another favourite ASFR
story, Dr. Goldfoot's "Perfection" (located at
http://www.many-realms.net/LTBSA/stories/perfect.html). Again, this
is not meant as an infringement on his work; in fact, while this story
is set in that universe, the only character mentioned from the
original story is David Houston.
For those unfamiliar with "Sentimental Graffiti" (short formed as
"Senchi" [the Japanese phonetic spelling of the first syllables]) it
is a love simulation game where the player is the son of a salaryman
who met twelve girls over nine years (during public and junior high
school) and, two years later, now has to decide which one he wants.
Chie Matsuoka is my favourite "Senchi" girl after Y� Nanase, though
all the "Senchi" girls are utterly adorable. In this story, Chie is
22 years old, five years after the time the game is set. "Two Hearts"
is Chie's theme song. For more information, turn to Hitoshi Doi's
anime website at http://www.usagi.org/doi/sg/index.html.
**** **** ****
The crowd roared as Thousand Black launched into a charged rendition
of its signature song, "Two Hearts." Eyes were locked on the black-
and-blue clad woman strumming her six-string at the head of the band.
Hands clapped as she wound into the chorus, the tempo leaping to the
roof as she ended another sell-out performance at the Fukuoka Dome.
"Thank you very much and good night!" she then called out over the
thunderous applause.
As the curtain fell, the band wound their way to their dressing room.
Awaiting the star performer backstage were a crowd of eager otaku,
autograph books out. Chie smiled as she began signing, emotionally
drinking in their adoration. This was why she had joined Thousand
Black, why she dedicated herself to music; their need to be free, even
if only for a couple hours, from the everyday grind was paramount.
Not to mention lucrative, but music was Chie's life and if she could
earn money from that, so much the better.
Still, none of those adoring stares . . .
. . . were **his.**
After the last of the autograph seekers were done with her, Chie
closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, and then she jolted as a
familiar voice called out, "Hey, Matsuoka-sensei! Why don't you do a
love song?"
"Y�!" she called back with a grin, walking over to embrace the
Hiroshima girl. "Damn you, girl! What are you doing down here?!"
The auburn-eyed redhead snorted, gazing warmly at the taller
ponytailed brunette with the warm chestnut eyes. "I never miss one of
your concerts if I can help it, Chie! 'Sides, I was coming back from
an astrology conference in S�ul and decided to take the ferry across
from Pusan. How are you?"
People around them automatically parted as the old friends walked
towards the dressing rooms. "Pretty okay, I guess. We're about to
cut the new record."
"People still bugging you about doing ballads?"
They walked into Chie's room. The singer sighed as she sank into her
chair. It had been her vow; she would never do a love song until she
did one for *him*. "Yeah. Ry�-kun's already written one up. The
test-demos look good and . . . hell, I *want* to do it, Y�! But . . .
"
"You'd betray your promise to him," Y� noted as she crossed her arms.
"Yeah . . . "
Silence fell. Chie and Y� were two of twelve women from across Japan
who shared a special bond; they had met and fallen in love with Gioo
Shig�zei. One wouldn't find that unusual if they were ignorant of the
whole story. Gioo was the son of a travelling office worker, one
forced over a period of five years to move from city to city every six
months or so, taking with him his wife and son. At each city, Gioo
met a woman in school. They became close, but his father's job took
the boy away, usually before some special event involving him and the
girl he was with.
The women, all twelve, didn't forget, their love for him growing by
leaps and bounds until one day in the third year of high school, they
-- as if drawn by magic or the whimsical Fates -- went to T�ky� to
look up Gioo and attempt to forge something permanent. Deluged by the
return of these twelve ghosts from his past, Gioo felt it only right
and honourable to keep them an emotional distance, not wanting to
break eleven hearts if he was forced to make a choice between them.
The girls were broken-hearted but understood. That was when Chie met
Y�, striking up a close friendship as the former pursued her career
with Thousand Black and the latter got her degree in astrology and
became an assistant researcher at Hiroshima University's stellar
cartography lab.
"Chie, you have to let go of him one day."
Chie gave Y� a knowing look. "Would you?"
"Not really," the redhead replied, grinning. Every time she saw a
meteor shower, she too dreamt of the chance. "Still, wouldn't it be
nice if we all could have Gioo-chan to ourselves?"
A snort. "Hey, it'd be a perfect world!"
The door then opened, revealing to the singer's surprise her younger
brother Shingo, now a sophomore at Kitaky�sh� University. "Hey,
Aneki! Aren't you gonna finally let the dork go and get a life?!"
"Up yours!" Chie snapped, though she spared Y� a wink. She couldn't
fault her brother's concern; Shingo had never liked his sister's
infatuation with Gioo. "What're you doing here? Aren't you supposed
to be studying for exams?!"
"Studied enough," he said as he took a seat beside Y�. "Actually,
you'd be amazed as to what I just found on the 'Net."
"What's that?" Chie wondered.
Shingo pulled out a slip of paper with a webpage address on it,
handing it over to her. "This just might solve your love problems,"
he said with a grin and a wink, standing up to leave. "Let Y�-san
look at it, too. See ya!"
As the door closed behind him, Chie and Y� exchanged looks . . .
* * *
"Oh, gods! I don't believe this!"
Chie and Y� gaped at the webpage in question. Both were presently in
a private booth at a local Internet cafe. On the screen before them,
the image of a very handsome man making passionate love to an
impossibly beautiful woman is frozen on the screen. The former read
the caption, "'When engaged in sex, the RealBabe's vaginal orifice
closes completely around her partner's penis, forcing out all the air
and creating very intense stimulation. A RealDude's penis, whose size
can alter depending on his partner's needs and wants, may do the same
thing, creating equally intense stimulation when entering a woman's
vagina.'" A whistle escaped. her. "Fuck me! Is this for real?!"
"Must be," Y� noted, ignoring Chie's profanity; she had long since
become used to it. "You have to admit, the cost is pretty high,
but . . . "
"Yeah, but this would be the perfect sex partner. Perfect boyfriend
if you want to push it that far!" Chie noted with a shake of her head,
and then she guided the mouse over to click onto another page to call
up the e-mail option. "So what do you think?"
Y� bit her lip. "Well, it wouldn't hurt . . . "
* * *
A fortnight later, two nervous women relaxed by the front door of
Chie's Hakata-ku apartment block, hands tightly grasping their
purses. The owner of RealBabe-RealDude Japan, a doctor named Tomohisa
Kai, was going to be in Ky�sh� for business and had happily agreed to
meet them to discuss a possible purchase.
Soon enough, a stretched limousine pulled up before them, the back
door opening to reveal a handsome middle-aged man in a refined
business suit. "Matsuoka-san. Nanase-san. A pleasure to make your
acquaintance," he hailed with a graceful bows, and then he beckoned
them inside. "Why don't you join me for a while so we can do
business?"
"Arigat�," Chie replied with a nod as they stepped in. Both then
blinked in surprise on seeing the doctor's companion, a lovely blonde
distantly reminding them of another of Gioo's would-be girlfriends,
Akira End� of Nagasaki. She was dressed in a lovely kimono, looking
demure yet still mouth-watering alluring. "Um . . . Konban wa."
"A pleasure, Matsuoka-sama," she said with a bow of her head. "My
name is Mariko Kai. I just purchased your last album. It was very
enjoyable. In fact, would you mind . . .?"
On seeing her produce an autograph book, Chie laughed, and then she
jotted down her signature on a blank page before handing it back. Y�,
in the meantime, had been staring intently at the blonde as Kai sat
beside her. "Forgive me for asking this, Mariko-san . . . but are you
a RealBabe?!"
"Eh?!" Chie gasped.
"Yes, I am, Nanase-sama," Mariko said with a smile, her hazel eyes
glittering. "Dear, will you deactivate me and show them?"
"Of course."
Kai pulled out a remote. Even after seeing it on the website,
watching Mariko become rock-still after several buttons on a TV-like
remote were pressed took their breath away. Kai then reached up to
open the android's cranial access port. "Well, are you convinced now,
Nanase-san?"
"I am!" Y� then whistled. "You do excellent work, Sensei."
"While I'd love to take credit for what I manufacture, I must give the
proper praise to a friend from America who introduced me to this form
of sentience," Kai explained as he closed up Mariko's cranial hatch.
"In the meantime, would you two care to explain what you would
desire? I confess, meeting a famous singer and a published expert in
astronomy at the same time strikes me as unusual."
Chie and Y� were still staring quizzically at the stilled Mariko.
"Um, does she mind being shut off like that?" the former wondered.
"Actually, her power charge was getting very low; she asked me to
deactivate her to conserve energy before we return home," Kai
admitted, gazing warmly at his frozen companion. "It has been quite a
busy day, I assure you. So, what can I do for you?"
"Well, both of us would be interested in purchasing one of your male
androids," Y� began.
"Ah, I see." Kai then drew out a large binder to hand over it to
them. "By all means, take a look and see what you would desire."
"Arigat�," Chie said with a nod as she started picking through the
binder, Y� gazing over her shoulder at what was there. What she saw
made her mouth water in anticipation. There were dozens of models
available, spanning all the racial norms though most were Oriental,
ranging in body shapes from the atypical bodybuilder to the more
slender track runner types. There were even gangly nerds and
overweight men, too! "Wow! You really cater to all potential
customers, don't you?"
"I believed it to be the best approach when I started this business,"
Kai replied. "While my counterpart in America, David Houston, tends
to keep choices for his customers limited, I believe that the customer
must be the one who dictates everything, thus I try to give as much
choice as possible."
"So we see," Y� noted as they both gazed on a picture of a husky-
skinned slender man. "How many androids have you constructed since
you started your business?"
"Well over 200 males and 450 females. That's in the last five years
alone. I confess, I never thought it would take off this fast.
Sadly, with the way society is changing around us, it seems for the
best."
"Who buys them?" Chie asked.
"For the RealDudes, they are mostly divorced mothers who need
emotional support or help caring for children at home." Kai then
stared out the window at the passing Fukuoka cityscape. "It's a sad
conclusion to draw about our drive during the last century to build
the best society we could. With husbands gone all day, who helps the
wife support the children, keep her emotional needs satisfied and the
household intact? Believe it or not, a lot of my business in fact
centres around old age homes and battered spouse shelters; my androids
make excellent nurses and social workers. It wasn't what David had in
mind when he started his business a decade ago, but there are some
fundamental social differences between America and Japan."
"How'd he pull it off, anyway? I'd figure that androids like Mari-
chan there wouldn't have come for years."
"Actually, I really would be hesitant to explain things to you before
I'd get some sort of commitment," he warned.
In other words, the deposit money. Chie and Y� exchanged knowing
looks. With that, both immediately poured over the binder. "They're
all very beautiful," the latter noted as her friend flipped the page,
and then she paled on seeing one model. "Buddha!"
"Wha . . . holy shit!" Chie exclaimed.
Kai blinked as the two found themselves staring at the slender man
with spiky hair combed over his forehead, currently displayed in form-
hugging trunks on the beach. "Oh, that's Gioo . . . "
"Gioo Shig�zei . . . " both women breathed out.
Silence. "You know him?"
"How did you meet him?" Chie asked as she stared at the doctor.
"Actually, I try to model my androids after real people," Kai
admitted. "Shig�zei-kun was in his first year at T�ky� University
when I asked him to be a model. In fact, he's one of the few who's
still willing to have body moulds done on him. It costs extra, but
the customers really appreciate that."
Chie and Y� exchanged looks, both stunned that their long quest to win
their ex-classmate's heart had led to this. From a never-ending
dream, to heartbreak, to lonely wanting, to . . .?
Both then stared at the doctor. "He's the one," the former stated.
"Both of us," the latter affirmed.
"I see," Kai said, nodding. "Well, let's get down to business . . . "
* * *
A week later . . .
"Matsuoka here."
"Ah, Matsuoka-san. This is Tomohisa Kai," the doctor's voice echoed
over the phone. "Your android is ready. Since it's not so far from
my factory to your place, I can have him driven down."
"You mean it?!" Chie gasped, her eyes widening, and then she nodded.
"Okay! I can be here. What time?"
"Say about nine o'clock tonight?"
"H-hai!" Chie stammered. "Arigat�, Sensei!"
"My pleasure," he replied.
As soon as the phone was hung up, Chie began a whirlwind cleaning of
her basement apartment. While not a fastidious housekeeper, she did
try to keep atop the junk that accumulated in this place, especially
when she had the band over for practice. Fortunately, she had
installed auxiliary solar panels in the veranda and on the roof to
supplement her electricity needs; she had nearly a hundred million yen
worth of studio and stereo equipment in the spare bedroom and the
living room. Besides, he was coming to live with her. Even if he was
an android, she wanted to make the right impression.
Finishing, she then prepared dinner. Even though she was no gourmet
chef like Taeko Adachi (another of Gioo's would-be lovers from Aomori
at the north end of Honsh�), she made do with what she could.
Further, RealBabes and RealDudes needed to consume food; their nanite-
driven silicon-based systems required matter they could use to keep
things operating to par. Their solar batteries could look after their
energy needs, but to save maintenance costs, their bodies came
equipped with internal repair systems that easily handled daily wear-
and-tear.
Setting a candlelight dinner, Chie set out bowls of Tonkotsu r men,
kimch'i, mixed vegetables in sesame oil and steamed rice along with a
bottle of expensive sake. She then showered and dressed in a
beautiful dark blue flower-pattern kimono. By the time she has
sprayed perfume over her, the clock struck nine. Right on the mark,
the doorbell rang. Rising, checking her hair, she raced over to the
door, opening it. "Mariko?!"
"Konban wa, Matsuoka-sama," Mariko said as she stepped inside. She
was now dressed in a scientist's smock over a pair of slacks and a
button shirt. Noting the singer's formal dress, she smiled. "You
look ready."
"I feel it," Chie stated . . .
As she suddenly forgot to breathe.
Gioo stepped in. Dressed in a man's kimono of dark blue with a red
obi, he is every bit the wonderful man she remembered from those
heavenly six months in the last year of junior high school. Dark
brown hair shaggy cut over his forehead, chestnut eyes the same shade
as Y�'s hair, a trim track runner's build. Taking Chie's hand, he
gently raised it to his lips.
"G-Gioo . . .!" Chie sputtered.
"As beautiful as a Hakata doll," he declared.
Chie's cheeks flamed. To be compared to a Hakata doll, a fine
porcelain doll of local manufacture, was a profound compliment in the
eyes of Fukuoka girls. "Arigat� . . . "
"No," he said, gently squeezing her hand. "Arigat�, Siren."
Chie's mouth dropped. "How did you . . .?"
"When the doctor did the life mould for him and Nanase-sama's
companion, he learned about the times you spent with Shig�zei-kun in
school. Including his nicknames for you," Mariko explained.
"Um . . . er . . . r-right!" Chie stammered.
Mariko then brought in Gioo's small suitcase before she discreetly
withdrew. The two remained in place, gazing into the other's eyes.
"I finally have my dream," Chie then said, smiling.
"I'm glad I can help fulfil your dream," Gioo stated. "Oh, I have a
message from my Onii-chan."
The real Gioo, Chie realized. "What is it?"
"Let them hear you sing a love song."
Chie blinked, and then she shook her head. "I won't sing one . . . "
"Let them hear you, Chie-chan," Gioo said as he gazed intently into
her eyes. "Your heart is full of love. You share everything else
through your gift of song. Share that, too. He understands."
Chie bit her lips, and then she leaned in to gently embrace him,
swooning as his strong arms came up to hold her in place. "Okay . . .
" she breathed out, and then she perked. "Shit! We better have
something to eat before it gets cold!"
"Do you have Chris Rea?" Gioo asked as he walked over to her stereo
set and began flipping through CDs.
"Put on 'Looking for the Summer.'"
"Hai!"
The CD was located, and then loaded into the player. As the drums and
guitar beat the pace, Gioo walked over, guiding Chie into the living
room. They slid into a waltz -- totally inappropriate for the face-
paced song -- but neither cared . . .
"Look deep into the April face,
A change has clearly taken place,
Looking for the summer.
"The eyes take on a certain gaze,
And leave behind the springtime days,
Go looking for the summer.
"This ain't no game of kiss and tell,
The implications how you know so well,
Go looking for the summer . . . "
They gazed into each other's eyes. Chie's were tearing as she finally
allowed her dreams and fantasies to burst forth, take control of her
every action, directing her lips to his as they stopped swaying,
holding each other for all they were worth.
Chie then grinned. "To hell with dinner!"
With that, she pulled him to the floor, their lips passionately
caressing as she lay down beside him. Sliding over him, she directed
his hands to her obi, allowing him to untie it and slip off her top,
revealing her usual army-green tank-top. Another warm kiss, and then
she leaned back as he slides his hands under her shirt, gently
caressing her breasts, his fingers tweaking at her hardening nipples.
"Oh, man . . .!"
Strong hands guided her over him as his lips begin pecking and
stroking her abdomen. Chie gasped as jolts of sheer pleasure danced
across her skin, and then -- before she realised what was happening --
her top was gone. Gioo's lips found one of her nipples, suckling it
as his hand gently kneaded her other breast. He rolled her onto the
floor, positioning himself to allow her hands to get at his kimono.
Chie was quick to oblige, deftly undoing his obi and loosening his
kimono to reveal very sexy underwear. Grinning, her hand dove into
his crotch, her smile broadening on discovering what awaited her.
"Ooooh! Hot time in the old town tonight!" she said with a snicker,
yanking down his underwear and stroking his hardening member.
"How large do you want me?" Gioo gently asked.
A wink. "I'll leave that to you."
More kisses as he undid her skirt, revealing a pair of boxer shorts.
Without hesitation, he started kissing down to her awaiting love
gate. "Hey! Swing up, willya?!" Chie moaned. "If you're doing me,
I'm definitely doin' you!"
A smile. "Hai, hai, Oj�-sama."
In a minute, both were coming down hard on their pleasure centres,
Chie nearly gorging herself on his love stick while he was doing an
excellent imitation of a vacuum cleaner on her love box. Grunting,
both picked up the pace as the rush thundered through their bodies,
building and building to eventual climax.
Chie struck gold first, her throat suddenly flooded by a sweet-sour
fluid which -- according to the website advertisement -- was designed
not to induce harmful side effects on an organic lover. She gulped it
deep down, and then her own senses were overloaded as her legs locked
up around Gioo's face, her south gate quivering as she hit the big O.
Gasping for air, she arched back, allowing him to lick and suck her
dry.
A minute later, Gioo swung up to gently draw her into an embrace.
"How was that?"
"Get inside me," she ordered.
"Hai!"
Still quite erect, he pulled Chie over him, and then deftly sank his
joystick right into her awaiting gate. She gasped as that monster
filled her to bursting, and then she blink as she felt him slightly
deflate. Noting her questioning look, he smiled. "I don't want to
hurt you."
"Shit! Are you normally *that* big?!" she wondered.
They laughed before beginning anew . . .
* * *
A timeless eternity later found them in bed, the covers haphazardly
tossed over them. Chie dozed in the crook of Gioo's arm, her arm
draped over his chest. The android's eyes were closed, his body
turned down to secondary power to allow his companion the chance to
sleep; it was still some time before he would need to re-charge.
Chie groaned as the phone rang, and then she stared at the alarm clock
on her nightstand. Three-twenty? Picking up the receiver, she
muttered, "Do you have an idea what time it is . . .?"
Laughter. "Did I wake you up?"
"Y�?!" Chie exclaimed. "Why the fuck're you calling now . . .?!"
A titter. "I trust you liked what arrived tonight?"
Chie blinked before a smirk crossed her face. Y� would've got her
RealDude at the same time; the factory was in Nara near Ky�to and
Hiroshima lay between there and Fukuoka. "Yeah, I did! How are you?"
"Worn out," Y� breathed out. "But I can't complain."
"Neither can I," Chie noted. "Call me in the morning and tell me all
the gory details."
Another laugh. "Hai!"
* * *
Over the next two weeks, Chie and Gioo settled into a routine,
building a life which worked out for each other. Nights full of hot
passion, days working out with Thousand Black and preparing for the
band's second album and first nation-wide tour. The other band
members quickly learned of Chie's purchase, and then began treating
Gioo as one of the guys. Of course, they and the record company
really couldn't complain; on the new album, Thousand Black performs
several romantic ballads, including the one Ry� Ikami wrote . . .
And the song Chie wrote long ago for Gioo to celebrate their
graduation from junior high school, a song she couldn't play for him
live because he had moved away the day before the prom.
Thousand Black's first nation-wide tour was a sell-out in every city.
Even when drummer Ken Iwamoto had to drop out halfway through due to a
family emergency, it didn't dampen the mood: as a precaution, Gioo had
been programmed to fill in anywhere in the band and, having attended
the jam sessions, knew the songs inside out. When came time to
introduce the band, Chie addressed him as her cousin Gioo.
"'Cousin?!'" Y� had railed over the telephone when the band was
performing in Sapporo. "Chie, people are going to figure out what he
is soon enough."
"Who gives a fuck?!" Chie retorted.
* * *
Unfortunately, someone did.
Manami Sugihara.
Another of Gioo's would-be lovers, the Shikoku native, a budding
wildlife conservationist and best-selling poet from Takamatsu, had
watched one of the concerts on television, then called Chie and
demanded to know how she made Gioo choose her. Hearing the woman's
mournful blubbering, Chie rolled her eyes, wishing she was face-to-
face with her caller so she could give the airheaded twit the bird,
and then, when she got the chance, simply said, "He's a robot,
Sugihara! Geez, take a Valium, willya?!"
"Robot . . .?" Manami sniffled before wailing, "Oh, how could you,
Chie-san?! You're treating him like a slave!"
"No, dummy! He's a robot!" Chie roared back. "As in something you
make in a lab! Switch off and turn on, just like you do with a
television! THAT sort of robot!"
Manami **still** didn't believe her. In response, Chie arranged to
have Y� bring her companion down to the Takamatsu concert, allowing
both to surprise Manami with TWO Gioo Shig�zeis. To say she was
stunned was putting it lightly. Then, to smooth things over, Chie and
Y� ordered their lovers to give Manami all the pleasure they could.
The next day, Manami was so excited that she called Tomohisa Kai and
arranged to have her own Gioo constructed!
* * *
Two weeks later . . .
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Chie stared at Y� as both boarded the T�kaid�-Sany� Shinkan-sen at
Hiroshima station, eastbound for Ky�to. "Hai, I'm sure," the latter
said as she closed her eyes, both relaxing in one set of seats near
the front of the train. "I've never been so happy, Chie-chan.
But . . . I feel it's so unfair that he couldn't share that
happiness."
"Neither can I," Chie admitted. "Still, he wanted to ensure we
wouldn't be hurt. Couldn't be avoided, I suppose."
"Yeah, not like a lot of men," Y� noted with a frown. "Other men
would play us all along like harps, date us as much as possible and
prolong it as much as they can to get their rocks off. I'm glad Gioo-
chan admitted he didn't want to hurt us right up front."
Chie sighed. "I am, too." She then slyly grinned. "I just hope he
doesn't mind this present."
Y� laughed.
* * *
An hour later, they pulled into Ky�to station, changing to the Nara
Line for the ancient Japanese capital in the hills east of Japan's
second largest urban conglomeration. On arriving at Nara, they
switched to the Yamatoji line for K�riyama station, the next one
down. Once through the gates at K�riyama, they hailed a taxi for the
industrial district located to the southwest of Nara itself. Tomohisa
Kai's workshop was located in an abandoned textile factory, its
isolation from the other businesses ensuring that no one could
accidentally barge in and discover something many in Japan still
weren't ready for.
Chie and Y� had been told the whole story of how David Houston was
hired by the American government and employed in Project: Tin Man,
exploring alien science through various UFO crashes and discovering
that the "aliens" themselves were very advanced artificial beings.
How he used that science to create the RealBabe companion android,
launching his business a decade ago. Kai had been his first overseas
customer, Mariko (whom he treated as his wife and work partner) being
built eight years ago.
Sensing excellent market potential for Mariko's type of companion
android in Japan (and being armed with a cybernetics degree from T�ky�
University), Kai convinced Houston to allow him to market RealBabes
and RealDudes (the term for the male androids was Kai's idea)
throughout east Asia. While most of his customers were Japanese, he
also exported them to South Korea, Taiwan and as far away as Australia
and New Zealand. So far, the American government authorities which
ran Project: Tin Man hadn't raised an objection, content in observing
how humans interacted with androids.
Arriving at a door marked KAI SCULPTURES (that was the term he used to
describe his androids when they were shipped via parcel post), Chie
knocked. The door then opened to reveal Mariko. "Matsuoka-sama!
Nanase-sama! There you are! C'mon in!"
"Arigat�, Mari-chan," Chie said with a nod as they stepped inside, and
then she looked around. "Whoa! This is kinda plain, isn't it?"
The inside of the factory was a level concrete floor, steel frame
shelves lining all sides. At one end of the room was an examination
table, currently occupied by someone covered in what seemed to be a
white plaster-like substance. Several opaque glass tubes lined
another wall nearby, all of them occupied by a barely discernable
humanoid form. Another examination table, this one empty, lay down
from the first. At the other end of the room was a computer station
and several seats with wires and power cables laid out, obviously for
androids to recharge themselves. "It is quite plain, I admit," Y�
mused, humming. "Where's your husband, Mariko?"
"Dear's out right now, so I'll handle your request," Mariko said as
she guided them to the reception area, composed of several couches
divided by a coffee table. "So, what can we do for you? How are you
adjusting to your companion androids?"
"It's wonderful!" Y� stated. "Every one of my dreams came true the
day he walked through my door."
"Ditto," Chie added as she gazed fondly at her friend, and then she
looked at the android scientist. "Mari-chan, did Gioo-chan ever tell
you about the time he travelled from town to town when he was in
school?"
"When he met you two and the others?" Mariko asked, and then she
nodded. "Hai, he did. He was . . . very sad when he decided he
didn't want to face making a choice between you. He felt you were
hurt enough when he was forced to move away from you. He . . . didn't
want to be responsible for causing you any more pain."
"We understand that part, but you have to understand that were it not
for him, our dreams might never have come true," Y� stated. "Chie-
chan would've never pursued her career in music. Manami-chan wouldn't
have become a poet or joined the World Wildlife Fund. Taeko-chan and
Kaho-chan wouldn't have come together to form their restaurant chain.
It goes on and on. We owe him a debt for making our lives better
and . . . we want to repay it."
"How?" Mariko wondered.
"We want you to make android doubles of us," Chie stated.
Mariko blinked as she took that in, and then she smiled. "You're
kidding!"
"No, we aren't," Chie stated. "We know you're running a business
here, so we can guess that your husband would desire to make a profit
from it. Therefore, Y� and I are prepared to allow you to use us as
models for new lines of RealBabe androids. We'll let you have total
control over how they're exported. With one small condition: the
prototypes are to be given to Gioo Shig�zei -- the REAL one -- as
presents. It'd be our way of saying thanks to him for making our
lives better."
Mariko nodded. "Well, I will admit that androids modelled on you
would be quite popular. Your popularity in the music business,
Matsuoka-sama, would provoke considerable sales of Chie-model
RealBabes, especially in the wake of your last tour. While you might
not be as well known, Nanase-sama, redheads seem to be very popular
with many of our Australian customers."
"Then you'll do it?" Y� wondered.
"We'll be more than happy to," Mariko said, standing up. "When we do
a live moulding, we allow the template the chance to profit from
sales. However, since you wish to have a prototype constructed as a
gift, your personal profit won't show up for some time."
"We don't mind," Chie stated.
"Okay, then." Mariko headed to a nearby desk to draw out some forms,
and then she walked back to hand them over. "Please fill them out and
give them back to me."
Chie and Y� gazed at the forms. They were general consent forms,
allowing Tomohisa Kai to use their image (via their RealBabe doubles)
to construct androids for profit, a share of the sales automatically
coming back to them. A clear space was provided below the consent
form; it was there that Mariko had them detail their request for the
prototype's use. Once that was done, she then made a calculation of
how much that would cut into profit share (if both the Chie and Y�
models became popular, their profit share could easily pay for the
prototypes to be sent to Gioo with some money left over for them).
There was a complex questionnaire attached, detailing their personal
and sexual interests. Customers wanted as real a person as Kai could
produce in his lab, yet often couldn't decide how to influence their
companion's personality. Chie and Y� don't stint on details; each of
these notes would be converted to complex program codes for their
androids since the technology for memory copying from organic to
silicon wetware was still some years away. Once done, Mariko slipped
on her smock and guided them to the "examination table," where they
would be immobilized and scanned so the nanites could have a complete
roadmap to begin construction.
After a bout of rock-scissors-paper to choose who would be first, Y�
relaxed at a chair as Chie stripped down, hopping on the examination
table. Mariko fixed an immobilizer on the singer's forehead, and then
set the scanner to work. Y� glanced at the opaque tubes and their
stilled cargo. "Are these done?" she asked, walking over to gaze
intently into one of the tubes.
"Hai, they are," Mariko said as she joined her. "These three and the
one on the construction table are prototypes themselves. Once the one
on the table is finished -- she should be done while you're being
scanned -- she'll be placed in the storage tube for a couple of days
while programming is installed. The chambers are for their privacy
and to protect their bodies while they're being programmed."
"I'd think androids wouldn't be so shy around organics, especially if
they're sex androids."
"You'd be surprised," Mariko noted. "Atop that, whenever we have
people come in for live mouldings like yourself and Matsuoka-sama, it
just prevents the templates from being distracted. We need people to
be calm before we put the immobilizer on them; if they aren't, it
could lead to adverse health effects later."
"Good point," Y� mused. "So who are these ones for?"
Mariko blinked, her cheeks reddening. "Um . . . Nanase-sama, I hate
to say this, but you and Matsuoka-sama aren't the only ones who came
up with the idea of having a RealBabe done for Shig�zei-kun."
Y� blinked, her eyes widening. "What . . .?"
Mariko sighed, touching a foot-pedal by one chamber. It opened,
revealing a tall, shapely woman with wavy blonde hair and chestnut
eyes, her trademark hair band gone since her cranial access plate was
open to allow information to be programmed. "Akira . . .!" Y� gasped.
"Hai," Mariko affirmed. "End�-sama came here a few days ago; she
ordered her version of Shig�zei-kun a month ago and wanted to 'pay him
back' as soon as she could."
Y� pointed. "And the others?"
Mariko opened the second chamber, revealing a cute brown-haired girl
with short side pigtails behind her ears and freckles between her
hazel eyes. "Taeko-chan . . .!" Y� gasped on recognizing the Aomori
native, and then she slapped her forehead on seeing the last one, a
well-exercised woman with brown eyes and brown hair drawn back in a
stubby ponytail behind her head. "Oh, no! Kaho-chan too . . .?!" she
exclaimed, shaking her head on recognizing the �saka native.
"Hai," Mariko said as she then indicated the almost-complete android
on the construction table.
Y� was quick to notice the forest of long black hair, and then she
gaped as Mariko peeled the plaster away to reveal another of Gioo's
would-be lovers. "Manami?! When did she . . .?!"
"Sugihara-sama offered to do it as soon as she received her
companion," Mariko reported. She then blinked as a *ding!* echoed
over the room. Closing up the chambers, she then tapped controls on
the side of the examination table holding Chie to get the body mould
constructed. A fine jet spray covered the singer from head to toe in
the plaster-like substance. "This should take twenty minutes," she
stated. "If you'll excuse me, I'll go recharge myself."
She walked over to one of the chairs at the other end of the room,
opening her cranial hatch to insert the power cable, and then she sat
down. Her body froze as her systems shut down to prevent a power
surge from damaging her. Y� remained in place for a moment, and then
she returned to her chair . . .
Before a *crack!* echoed from her right. Spinning around, she gaped
as the mould around the Manami android broke open, her eyes blinking.
"Oh, shit!" Y� exclaimed as she ran over to Mariko, looking over the
unmoving android's head to try to find some way to awaken her.
"Damn! How long does it take you to recharge?!" she asked before
jolting as the sound of tearing plaster echoed over the room.
Looking back, she watched morbidly as Manami sat up, staring at
herself quizzically. Y� then bit her lip. Mariko was down, Chie was
down, Kai nowhere in sight and this new android had just been born,
now in a strange world and wondering what to do . . .
Wait!
'They go into the chambers to be programmed!' she remembered as she
walked over.
Manami gazed innocently at Y� as the latter opened Taeko's chamber.
"I hope you don't mind this, Tae-chan," she muttered, staring at the
circuit board around her programming port. All the lights were green,
which clearly must have meant she was finished. Biting her lip, she
extracted the jacks, and then, on seeing a round white button, pressed
it.
Taeko jerked, and then she blinked confusedly as her eyes locked on
the organic. "You aren't Mariko-chan. Who are you?"
"No time to explain, Taeko-chan," Y� stated, indicating the awakened
Manami. "She just broke out of her mould."
Taeko looked over. "Oh, dear!" Ignoring her nudity, she stepped out
of her chamber, walking over to one of the wall-mounted computers.
Calling up the programs on the monitor, she then nods. "Good, it's
all ready. Let's get her inside." She tapped controls, and then
walked over to clear the plaster from Manami.
Y� headed over to pitch in, taking a cloth to wipe the newborn android
of the greasy-like film that remained of the nanite soup used in her
construction. Manami stared at her, offering no resistance as Taeko
and Y� then lifted her from the bed, carrying her over to the
programming unit. Opening her cranial hatch, Taeko shut Manami down,
and then inserted the leads. "There, she should be fine," she stated
as she closed the chamber before walking back to the wall monitor to
commence programming Manami. Once that was done, she breathed out,
staring at Y�. "Well, that little disaster's avoided."
Y� relaxed. "That's good."
"Are you here for a companion?"
"Actually, I'm offering myself to be a template."
Taeko blinked, and then she gushed. "Wai! That's neat! An android
of you'll be so cute! What's your name?!"
"Y� Nanase."
Taeko blinked as the name caused something to echo deep inside her.
"Um . . . pardon me for asking, but . . . do we know each other?"
"Your On�-chan and I know each other," Y� stated. "We -- not to
mention several others -- were attracted to the same man."
"Oh!" Taeko breathed out, nodding in understanding before she stared
at the chambers containing Kaho and Akira. "That makes sense. Kaho-
chan and I were constructed at the same time. Excuse me, I should
check on her."
Y� pointed her way. "Shouldn't you get dressed first?"
Taeko blinked, and then she blushed as she raced off to slip on a
yukata before opening Kaho's chamber. Y� shook her head, and then she
perked on hearing Mariko stand up. "What happened?!" the scientist
wondered.
"Manami-chan decided she wouldn't wait to get out of her mould," Y�
stated with a smile as her host walked over to join her. "I had to
wake Taeko-chan up to help Manami-chan into a programming chamber."
"Oh, that's good!" Mariko breathed out in relief, and then she gazed
on a nearby clock. "Well, Matsuoka-sama should be done soon. I'll
get the table cleaned up and start work on her double as soon as we
have her out of the mould, then scan you."
"They won't burst out right away, will they?" Y� asked.
Mariko laughed as Taeko walked back in, now in a bathing yukata,
another in hand for Kaho. "What's wrong?" the latter wondered,
blinking quizzically.
"Nothing, Tae-chan," Y� stated.
The android blinked, and then she shrugged as she opened Kaho's
chamber . . .
* * *
Three days later . . .
"Shig�zei."
"Ah, Gioo-kun, this is Tomohisa Kai."
"Sensei, what's wrong?!" Gioo asked as he sat down, gazing out the
window of his studio apartment in the Shinjuku ward of T�ky�.
"I hate to say this, but I'm afraid your other would-be lovers decided
to give you a 'present.'"
Hearing that, the young salaryman tensed. "You're kidding."
"I wish I wasn't," the scientist stated with a chuckle. "How are you
adjusting to having *six* RealBabes living with you?"
"Well, it gets interesting at times," Gioo admitted. "I'm glad I've
got the auxiliary solar panels set up here; my electricity bills would
skyrocket if I had to recharge them through city power."
"Well, they'll be there soon enough. Enjoy!"
The phone clicked off just as a pair of lovely arms embraced him.
"Gioo-kun, is there something wrong?" Wakana asked.
Gazing at the android double of his friend from Ky�to, Gioo wryly
grinned. "The others seem to have come up with the same idea your On�-
chans did."
Wakana's eyes widened. "*All* of them?"
"Hai, all of them."
The brunette android took a moment to consider that, and then she
chuckled. "Don't let it bother you, Gioo-kun," she said before
leaning down to kiss his cheek. "They did it because they love you,
as our On�-chans love you. And we will love them because they love
you and we don't want to see you unhappy."
Gioo sighed. "Who wouldn't be unhappy with *you* around?"
Wakana laughed . . .
***To Be Continued . . . ***
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TRANSLATIONS:
S�ul - My way of Romanising the Korean han'g�l characters ??, which is
normally written in English as "Seoul."
T�ky� - As you can guess, this is the proper way of Romanising the
Japanese kanji characters ?? (normally written in English as
"Tokyo"). This would be written in hiragana as ????? (to-u-kyo-u).
Putting a macron "-" or circumflex "^" over vowels in Japanese shows
the sound to be extended (an extended "o" sound is normally written in
hiragana as ?? [o-u]). The double "o" in Gioo's name is indicative of
two separate syllables (in hiragana, his name would go ??? [gi-o-o]).
Aneki - One way of saying "elder sister" in Japanese.
ku - Metropolitan city ward.
r men - The proper Romanisation of "ramen," the popular Japanese
noodle dish.
T�kaid�-Sany� Shinkan-sen - The bullet train ("Shinkan-sen" literally
means "new trunk line") connecting T�ky� to �saka and from there to
Fukuoka. "T�kaid�" literally means "East Sea Route," which is the
classic name for the road from Ky�to (the old Imperial capital) to
T�ky�. "Sany�" means "sunny side of the mountains" and describes the
region on the southeast coast of Honsh� on the shores of the Inland
Sea.
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