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Uncanny Valley - Ch. 2 - The Protocol
« on: April 13, 2019, 11:44:12 PM »
CHAPTER TWO - THE PROTOCOL

“Are you fucking mental!?” What was, only an hour ago, rapturous joy had turned sour. “You bring that fucking thing into my house!?” The glass of the 4th champagne flute she’d hurled at him shatters as it flies past Barry and shatters on the wall behind him. He felt fortunate her aim was askew thanks to the wine.
 
“Right, if you calm down, I was hop-“ the 5th champagne flute shatters at near him, she clearly wasn’t in the mood to debate how he’d messed up.

“Don’t tell me to calm down, I will not calm down, while that fucking monstrosity, that fucking thing is in this house!”  She shouts turning the new bottle Chateau Cheval to her lips as the wine glasses were no longer of use, she takes two large swigs of wine before Barry can get a word in.

“Will you please stop drinking, and keep your voice down, she can hear you,” Barry says in a soothing tone.

“She?!” Elise shouts incredulously. “It! It can fucking hear me Barry, that thing is not our daughter, our daughter is-” she finally breaks, unable to finish the sentence. Barry rushes to her. Her arms press at him resisting his embrace, “she's fucking dead Barry,” she sobs her words trailing off into intelligible groans of grief.

He wraps her in a hug as she sobs into his shoulder. "It's going to be okay, you'll get used to her, and things can be-" he fights back tears choking up, "things will be just like they used to be, with the three of us together.

It’s clear she is resistant, he just didn't know how resistant. As he feels her hands pressing into his chest. She separates from him, "no, no...NO!" She exclaims anger rising with admonition, she steps back, “I want her, that-that thing out, I want you out. I..." her words trail off as she looks up at Barry. "I want a divorce." 

The words drop the floor out from under Barry, he staggers back, his teary-eyed wife backing away from him, unable to look him in the eye.  He did this for her, he’d always been there for her through the worst of times. The house is silent until the soft creek of the pine floorboards gives away Rori’s presences.  Knelt down on one knee peering in through the crack in the door she gasps, as her presence is discovered. 

Stunned, Barry opens his mouth to speak twice before any words come out, he does his best to maintain his composure, "Elise I.. This- she." Barry stammers incapable of putting his thoughts together.  “It was for you-” He says trying to explain.

"Barry please don't, just get that thing out of the house," she says bringing the bottle back to her lips.

More stunned than angry Barry exits, walking the spiral staircase to Rori's room where she scampered to having been caught eavesdropping. He quietly opens the door, and there she sits, holding her favorite dolls in her hands like nothing had ever changed. Barry kneels by her side. "Hey little lobster, we're going to head back to the garage mommy isn't feeling well and needs the house to herself for a bit?"

Rori looks up quizzically. "Is she angry?" Rori asks, avoiding the uncomfortable eye contact with Barry, "she sounded angry."

"You heard that huh?" Barry asks, as Rori nod's affirmatively. "Well she was a little upset but that’s okay, she'll come around. Let’s head to the garage." He says helping her up as she gathers a few dolls. They make their way down the staircase and out the back door, Rori glancing back to see her mother looking through the kitchen window. Rori shooting back a kind smile and wave, teary-eyed, Elise returns them both before watching Barry and Rori disappear into the garage.

The next few days were a haze, Barry mostly worked from home which finally allowed him to get around to a few assignments he never had time for as he and Rori found a natural equilibrium in their new home away from home. He hadn't realized how life-like new Rori would be, she was capable of almost everything. She couldn’t eat, but would sit down for lunch all the same. She cried when sad although there were no tears. The raw look of emotion was still impressive, she even got the sniffles after playing in the rain yesterday, he was quite impressed with the exquisite attention to detail. Though currently she'd been relegated to glorified housemaid, and left with one simple instruction. 'Keep the garage clean.' She'd done a fairly good job, making sure the bed was made as soon as he got out of it, kept trash off the floor, she even did the dishes to perfection. Truly, Barry was becoming a little lazy, making a mess and leaving the room assured it would be clean whenever he came back.

This evening was no different, he'd taken a few days from his job in corporate finance to cope with the forthcoming divorce, and spent the bulk of his time scouting for good divorce attorneys, drinking and working on a few passion projects. Late Friday afternoon he found himself partaking in his nightly ritual of "self-indulgence." His laptop illuminating the otherwise dark room and he wrapped his hand around his cock. He continued to indulge himself with the sound at full volume, legs spread as his hand stroked the full length of his cock. On the screen, a large black man pounded away on a girl half his size who moaned in ecstasy. Barry’s hand matched pace with the activity on the screen, as his eyes locked onto the screen his mind wandering from past fling to past fling.  His breath became ragged and short as he could feel his balls tighten, he worked his nine inches harder and faster.  Like lightning struck, his body tenses up as he explodes in his hand. His hips buck leaving the chair, thick streams of cum landing on his chest, as he lets out a guttural grunt the euphoric high dissipates and he collapses back on the leather. Drunk masturbation always made the orgasm just a little better, he reaches to the coffee table, grabbing a few tissues, attempting to clean himself only to pass out with the job half done.

Elise hadn't wasted any time in moving forward with the divorce, she'd just arrived home with the divorce papers. As she climbs from her sports car, she makes her way from the brick driveway around the back of the house. She decided to serve the divorce papers herself, despite her lawyer offering to handle the issue. As she made her way to the garage she took a deep breath, sighing; was she sure this is what she wanted? She stood at the door for a good four minutes thinking before she knocked on it. There was no answer, so she knocked longer and louder, certain that he was there as his car was sitting next to hers in the driveway. Just as she prepped to knock again the door opens.

"Hello mother," Rori says, startling Elise. Though Barry left Rori in sleep mode, he had done a poor job of reading the instructions. Sleep mode left Rori aware of outside stimuli such as a cell phone, fire alarm or in this case someone knocking on the door. Rori looked up at her mother warmly, "how are you?" she asks.

"You're still here?" Elise blurts out, forgetting momentarily why she was standing at the door. She lets out an exasperated sigh, handing the child in front of her the manila envelope with the divorce papers inside, "make sure Barry gets these."  Elise couldn’t help but notice new-Rori was wearing that red sweater that she’d received last year as a birthday present, along with a pair of dark denim jeans and a little red bow holding back her curls.  She couldn’t help but wonder how this machine could mimic her daughter's adorable fashion sense.

"Please." Rori corrects pulling Elise from her thoughts.

"What?" Elise asks as Rori's hand extends taking the folder, smiling all the while.

"The magic word is sweeter than honey from bees, and that magic word will always be please," Rori responds sharing the rhyme her mother taught her years ago.
 
Elise stands dumbfounded, how could she know something so personal? For a brief moment she was brought back to what it was like to be around her innocent daughter, however in her moment of reflection just as Elise opens her mouth to thank her Rori curtly retorts, "You're welcome," and closes the door.

Stunned Elise retires back to the house considering all that just happened. It was as if, for a moment, her daughter was actually there with her. She pushes the moment from her mind, determined to stay resolute in her course of action.

As Rori places the papers on the small desk her protocols run through standing tasks, 'keep the garage clean,' protocol, takes priority as she makes her way through the kitchen, sweeping the floors until she comes to Barry. Passed out, fully nude, legs spread wide, tissues on either side of him. Cum drying on his chest from his recent orgasm. Rori calmly disappears to the bathroom returning with a warm washcloth. She kneels down in front of him, first putting away the lotion, and clearing away the cum soaked tissues. She leans over sliding the warm washcloth everywhere she identified a mess. She slowly applied the warm cloth to his chest, down his abdomen, and around his balls. The warmth felt good, despite his inebriated state his cock responded to her soft touch. She'd nearly cleaned him completely as his eyes flew open instinctively his hand grabs her wrist. Their eyes lock.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Barry demands to know.  Shocked by his reaction Rori’s big green eyes look up alarmed, "Priority: keep garage clean," she retorts, as one of her stray blonde curls obscures her innocent face, clearly unsure of how this did not fall within that context. Barry sat still, looking at the likeness of his daughter staring up at him, his erection inches away from her sweet face. He was at a loss. His body demanded more of what it was just feeling but his mind struggled with the mental block of this thing that looked exactly like his daughter causing these types of feelings.

He was amazed by the words that came from his mouth next, "k-keep going." he says softly, as Aurora resumes her protocol. Her tiny hands pushing his cock to the side wiping around his balls his cock responding, standing erect near her lips. As she concludes he’s left with a world-class case of blue balls.  She finishes her cleaning and stands up walking toward the waste bin in the kitchen.

"Protocol Strawberries," Barry says somewhat nervously, Rori freezes and powers down. She was deathly allergic to strawberries, it seemed like the perfect word for her shutdown protocol.  Setting protocols was one of the first things he learned to do upon glancing at the instructions, creating safewords on the off chance that 'your android delivers unsatisfactory behavior.' Cyberdyne really thought of everything. He rose from his seat, walking around Rori, whose arms rest at her side, eyes closed, more or less asleep standing up. His mind wrestled back and forth with an appropriate action.

His heart was racing, he tentatively walked around her, eyes looking at her in an entirely different light than they'd seen her days earlier. "Active protocol. Idle." Her eyes open as she enters the android version of safe mode. All of the compliance with none of the humanity. "G-get to yo-" his mouth is dry, the request faltering halfway through, he swallows what feels like gravel in his throat “your knees, get on your knees," he says. She complies without a second thought. He frantically rushes to the small bay window drawing the shutter and blinds to ensure no one would see what his body demanded of him. Rushing back to Rori, on her knees, her freckly face emotionless, and presented at hip level is a tightly wound blonde mop of curls framing her adorable features.

"Look up," he says softly, only to be greeted with bright green eyes and that wonderful main of ash blonde hair. He couldn't stop now if he wanted to. He rushes back to the spot where he was sleeping, frantically searching for his bottle of lube. He scrambles until he finds it, his hard-on flops about as he rushes back to where he left Rori.  On both knees, eyes up, naively waiting. He's beating off before he even makes it back to her, looking down, occasionally rubbing the bit of pre-cum from his head across her lips.

He takes a small step forward letting his balls rest on her porcelain face, her warmth adding to his lust, his teeth grit as his free hand slides through the curly honey-colored strands grabbing a handful, she doesn't resist, she can't resist. His weight shifts forward to his toes running his balls across her face.  His fingers gripping himself even tighter than before imaging the horrible sight of his cock between her pouty lips.  He closed his eyes for a moment to paint that picture in his mind of her tiny mouth forced open by this erection.   A drop of pre-cum tethers to her hair as he furiously strokes himself. Empty and vacant yet stunningly piercing green eyes still look up at him from either side of his erection, he can’t take it anymore, his hips shoot back "AHHHHH!" he shouts as he paints her little face with four thick iridescent loads. Two large portions of his pearly seed landing on her forehead, one on her lips and the last in her hair and across her red bow. For a moment it pools around her eyes, she never flinches.  Sitting quietly as rolls the cum begins to roll around her nose, over her lips, and sliding down to her neck and onto the neckline of the red cable knit sweater she is wearing. Barry collapses onto the floor, sitting back and looking at his handiwork, partially disgusted with himself and yet more turned on that he's ever been in his life. His eyes follow more of his cum dripping from Rori’s chin, staining her dark denim. The soft cotton bow in her hair soaks in his cream leaving the very edge of the bow slightly discolored.

He sat there for some time watching the cum roll down her face until the last wad slides down her chin and rolls down her slender neck his trance-like state is broken.  He pulls himself back to reality, as the weight of his actions takes hold he shamefully mumbles, "Protocol: Full Active." As the command registers Rori's eyes flutter, as her systems reboot. With no frame of reference as to what just happened.  Rori, with a face coated in Barry's cum, rises to her feet and continues her 'keep the garage clean’ protocol. Barry watches in amazement as she concludes, and resorts to default protocol. As she does, she begins to be aware of the mess on her face.
He follows her around the garage, and into the bathroom.  She turns on the faucet and runs the water until it’s warm, taking a washcloth under the water.  Looking into the mirror she takes a warm towel to her face removing Barry’s remnants from her face. She smiles sweetly once finished and turns to exit seeing Barry who stands naked and still partially in shock.

“DAD!!!” Rori shouts as she quickly covers her eyes.
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Re: Uncanny Valley - Ch. 2 - The Protocol
« Reply #1 on: April 14, 2019, 10:01:17 AM »
Very creative
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« Reply #2 on: April 15, 2019, 12:35:00 PM »
Wow a very logical progression that I thought would have happened after Emily left the property not before!. Very artistically handled! Merit freely given!

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Re: Uncanny Valley - Ch. 2 - The Protocol
« Reply #3 on: April 18, 2019, 04:17:25 PM »
Wow a very logical progression that I thought would have happened after Emily left the property not before!. Very artistically handled! Merit freely given!

Thanks :) Hope you like the new chapter :)


Very creative

Thank you :)
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Re: Uncanny Valley - Ch. 2 - The Protocol
« Reply #4 on: October 19, 2019, 11:50:48 AM »
So well done. Creative, excellent dialogue and so well delivered
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