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Name:

Evan Stanford

Eyes:

Blue

Hair:

Brown

Height:

6'0''

Occupation:

Novelist

 

Personality:

Quick to Anger and not very emotionally friendly.

He sticks to being alone, preferring books over people. Fantasy over reality.

Though an extremely popular novelist, the guy in person would intimidate anyone

with a sharp tongue and even sharper vocabulary.

 

 

 

 

[Noise Prince]

 

 

I love the name! XD

 

(And I'll have to post a picture later, sorry ^^)

 

Name:

Model XE-005678-22 (Not yet named, has a preference for the name "Tristan" however)

Eyes:

Green

Hair:

Orange-red

Height

5'6

Occupation:

HyperDoll

Personality:

Affectionate. Likes to tease. Accommodating. Masochist. Playful. Sometimes disobedient but never in a malicious way. Eager to please, and on-command horniness. Everything he is programmed to be for the custom-order. Though, through no fault of programming, rather than because of it, he is constantly adapting to what happens around him, and even before he was shipped off, he's changed. He isn't prone on loyalty without a cause- despite programming. He is tactless, and is often abrasive. Despite this, he is an overall caring per… android, and will just as easily share kind thoughts as much as he will a harsh thought.

 

 

[|WW|]

Graceful digits danced over the keys of his laptop, words pouring onto the screen one after another. He'd hit a dry spell just last week but now as the new week started; Monday for once seemed lucky. His block had lifted and the story he weaved moved forward without a hitch. Thus was the life of a novelist. One day you could be overflowing with creativity, the next dried up like a well placed among a drought.

 

Brilliant eyes the color of summer skies swept over the screen, following the words checking for spelling as he went along. His typing was extremely fast, and even though he used spell check he liked to catch the mistakes in the act, not after. After another paragraph he lifted his hands away and slowly stretched his tall frame in the chair, arms extending towards the ceiling; his head tipped back with a long sigh rushing out. His wrists swiveled and both gave a distinct pop in answer, the joints happily releasing the air between their tired depths.

 

Reaching up he loosened the navy blue tie at his throat, lightly flicking the top button open to give his neck room to breath. It was almost fall, but his windows remained closed. He didn't care for the noise outside. His condo was just on the outer brinks of the city, and still offered up quite a bit of the daily hustle and bustle.

 

As his hands moved back towards the keys, his door intercom buzzed loudly. He frowned and pushed up from his chair, long strides taking a slow stroll towards the front door. When he clicked the button to see who was on screen, there was no one. But, a very large and impressive box was blocking his front stoop. "What the hell is that," he grumbled, letting the screen go black. He hadn't ordered anything in over a month. Opening the interior door that led to the foyer, he unlocked the front door and opened it peering out and down.

 

The package was massive. It had at least looked a bit smaller on screen. Looking out over his porch and drive, he noticed no delivery; no one at all. Just who the hell had carried this thing up here? And why weren't they doing their job of sticking around to deliver it properly. He had an ear full for a ghost apparently. "Dammit," was about the only thing that came to mind and managed to slip out. Giving the box another look that said he was not a man that liked surprises, he left it on the porch and went to grab a razor blade. The papers that came with it must have been inside, because they were not taped on the outside like usual deliveries. Using the blade he slowly unsealed one side of the box, peeling the layers back one by one. @

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[Noise Prince]

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XE-005678-22 had been packaged up neatly days before to be shipped off. He was a custom-ordered Android, of high-quality and multiple complexities, beyond their typical sexual models. Some customers liked for their toys to be more human, or at least to play up to to their owners' personal fantasies. As long as they were willing to pay the price, they could buy any fantasy they wanted. That was the beauty of this day and age -- the potential in technology, particularly androids. So realistically human, if programmed with enough complex algorithms properly, the common public would never be able to tell the difference. This could potentially lead to a post-scarcity economy in a century or so.

 

For now, however, androids were almost exclusively for the wealthy or the hobbyists, or the perverts. With the right price, an all-but-true human being could be crafted to one's every whim, and delivered to their doorstep. Some hotels and other business boasted the trend of having hospitality androids greet and welcome clientele. On the less public side, android-related pornography and sex toys are becoming more common. Any fantasy you can pay for, is yours.

 

XE-005678-22 was clearly a well-funded fantasy for a lonely sadist, from the requirements. Not that it was unusual, and completing it wasn't any more difficult than any other custom android. Its configurations were set to remain in sleep-mode until it registered a certain coverage of light- indicating his box had opened. However, it heard the sound of a blade cutting the box open, the crumpling of paper, the squeak of the styrofoam mold (which held it in place and prevented any harm from the trip) and its top being separated.

 

Light flooded over its face. XE-005678-22 opened its eyes as it 'awoke'. It's lenses focused in on the face of its new owner, and it smiled, hair clinging to the stryofoam as it moved its head.

 

"Hello, Master." It greeted with a rich, warm tone.

 

 

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[|WW|]

It had taken some serious effort, but as the layers peeled away a thick packet dropped out from between some of the spongy layers protecting the item within. He slid the plastic packet out and sat back on his haunches, reading the lettering of the front page. "XE-005678-22 Custom Ordered Android, better known as HyperDoll," he read out quietly. This must have been some sort of sick joke from his editor. What the packet said couldn't possibly be what was in the box. However when he reached out and peeled back the remaining layers; that is exactly what the contents of this package held. The voice that greeted him, and the stare of green orbs into his own blue- it was not a funny joke.

 

The first thing he heard was "Master", which brought a sneer to his handsome face. So it was one of those types. He wasn't dumb enough to think a normal droid would pop out with such a subservient greeting. Placing the packet down he pulled out his phone, dialing the number provided for the company. What he got from that was a bunch of rings and no one answering before it was snatched over to a very long-winded voice mail. Press one for this, press two for that; bullshit. He hung up and sighed, reaching out to unstick the Dolls hair from the packing material. "Guess we can start with questions and answers for now. But don't get comfortable, you hear? You're in the wrong place."

 

Standing up with the packet in hand he motioned inside. "Well, get inside. I don't want anyone seeing you. I'm not sure I can explain this, or you to people without becoming really pissed off." And pissed off he was. He didn't bother trying to figure out the whole name thing, seeing as there was a basic rule for any pet. If it remains nameless, it's easier to get rid of.

 

 

Okay, just making sure. :]

[Noise Prince]

XE-005678-22 felt its smile dropped when it saw its new owner's face screw up in displeasure. What did it do wrong? It watched him as he looked through the instructional packet, and then took out a cell phone and made a call. He was calling the company? Had it already screwed up this bad? His owner ended up hanging up, only seeming more frustrated. Then he reached towards its head, and it's coding instinctively flinched. It expected whatever he was going to do to hurt. He had only felt pain during the testing of its synthetic nerves, and only knew of a few things that would actually cause it pain. But it knew enough to know that displeasing its master could mean he would hurt it. Instead, he was only smoothing down its hair from the packaging. It felt nice.

 

XE-005678-22 managed to slide out of the styrofoam mold with little difficulty, though the sound was a bit grating, and followed the man inside. The wrong place? That was impossible. Was this a 'role-play'? Was this a game of Master's, and XE-005678-22 was supposed to join?

 

"Questions, huh?" It repeated. "The manuel might tell you more of what you want to know, but I'll be able to directly answer any question I can." It flashed him a smile. "And I can make it more fun, too."

[|WW|]

Waiting until the droid stepped inside, he turned his gaze towards the machine and grabbed the door, "I don't do fun," was followed by the slamming of the door; leaving the mess outside. The stupid people who dropped off this Doll could clean that junk up when they came to take the expensive thing back to where it had been constructed. Stepping out of the foyer into the living room, he motioned to black leather couch. "Have a seat," was mentioned before he walked the open expanse towards the kitchen. A large island topped in obsidian colored marble, matching all the counters took up the middle of said kitchen. Bar stools were lined all around it, serving as a dining table and food prep area. He didn't use the open expanse for a dining room area since he never had people over for dinner. Seemed like a waste of space. So he simply had a larger living room.

 

Sliding out a beer from the fridge he used his forearm to twist the top off, tossing the top into the trash. At least one thing stayed the same over the years. Beer packaging. Glass bottles were still the best; even if they were all recycled. Taking his beverage with him he joined the droid and sunk down onto the matching leather recliner, tossing his feet up on the coffee table between them. The manual was placed right next to him on the arm of the furniture. For now he looked calm, though for how long that would last depended on his company.

 

"So, without me having to waste my time reading through this book; why don't you just explain what your purpose is for this particular Master of yours. You should be able to explain this better than any manual, correct?" He never understood the reason for these things to be created. Sure they looked real, and functioned like humans; but they were certainly not living breathing beings. The reason for people to have things like this was merely to show off their wealth and to delve into fantasies they couldn't find a real partner for. It seemed pretty pathetic. He was not so arrogant to say they weren't fascinating; but he would have never willingly purchased one.

[Noise Prince]

With such a cold line as "I don't do fun." being punctuated by the door slammed, XE-005678-22 was included to believe him… but it was part of the game, right? Its master seemed really upset- meaning it just had to work harder to please him. If the game was to convince Master of his worth through seduction, it knew it wouldn't lose.

 

XE-005678-22 followed him further inside, glancing around at everything. It did as it was told, and sat in the center of the black couch, so if Master also sat on the couch, it would have to be close to it. It was dressed in crisp jeans and a white button up shirt. While Master was in an adjacent room- Xe-0005678-22 guessed the kitchen considering the appliances- it casually unbuttoned the first three buttons, adjusting the fabric to expose its bare skin.

 

It watched the man as he pulled something from the refrigerator, something in a glass bottle- alcohol? This might make its job easier. When he came in, he sat in the black recliner, and not the sofa. It frowned a bit, but smiled right up again- expression control wasn't something it had a strong handle on at the moment- and pivoted to face its owner. He seemed to be more relaxed now, which was good news for XE-005678-22.

 

He was going to make it say it?! Its smile fell a little, and an artificial flush rose to the skin. Then its smile returned. Now Master was feeling more playful…?

 

"My purpose is to love my master. I serve him, I play with him, I make him feel good. I do what he wants me to do, and I like it because that is what I'm supposed to do. I am capable of many things that may be required of me. Housework, home maintenance, financial assistance, editing. I am also capable of learning new skills quickly." It answered, before moving itself closer to the edge of the sofa towards its master. "I am also very well-equiped to perform sexually. And I am my master's toy to do with as he wishes. Even if it hurts, and if he wants me to, I will enjoy it. And if he doesn't, I will not."

 

XE-005678-22 tilted its head, and gave him a soft, sultry look.

"In fact, Master takes pleasure in inflicting those two kinds of pain, don't you?"

[|WW|]

"My purpose is to love my master. I serve him, I play with him, I make him feel good. I do what he wants me to do, and I like it because that is what I'm supposed to do. I am capable of many things that may be required of me. Housework, home maintenance, financial assistance, editing. I am also capable of learning new skills quickly." It answered, before moving itself closer to the edge of the sofa towards its master. "I am also very well-equiped to perform sexually. And I am my master's toy to do with as he wishes. Even if it hurts, and if he wants me to, I will enjoy it. And if he doesn't, I will not."

He listened, nursing the bottle quietly while doing so. Lucky for him the machine quoted it's purpose, meaning he could set the manual aside for now. That's really all he wanted to know. Anything else would mean he was dedicated to the new toy- and that wasn't happening. He'd deal with for now, and tomorrow get ahold of the company and make things right. Makes things normal. His book writing for today seemed to be on hold, as he couldn't just type with some strange machine wandering around the place. He wrote horror for gods sake, and the thought of some droid sneaking up behind him was just not an acceptable ending. He'd heard stories of these machines going rogue because of minor malfunctions. He may write books, but he sure as hell wasn't one of the unlucky bastards that died in them.

 

So this model was for personal home use. Made for a sexual Sadist but equipped to do anything from house work to walking the damn family dog. That was sort of sick. It gave him the idea of a perfectly normal neighbor being presentable and socially outstanding while at night retiring to his sexual Doll for a many number of fantasies. His mouth quirked the slightest, nearly laughing at the picture in his mind. It was disturbingly hilarious. Maybe his sense of humor was just sick.

 

He did his best to ignore certain things that changed since the droid had entered his home. One, he wrote books, he knew details. That shirt hadn't unbuttoned itself. Two, the allure that the Doll gave off was radiating off the machine like it was covered in some sort of sexual pheromone just waiting to drug it's Master. He wasn't biting. Yet. For now it merely aggravated him. "So by the way you are talking, you assume I'm this Master. Correct?" He crossed his feet on the table, finishing off the bottle which was set down beside them empty and moist around the rim. "I suppose it didn't occur to a machine that you might have been shipped to the wrong address, huh?"

[Noise Prince]

XE-005678-22 tried to pay attention and gauge his master's reaction to it as it spoke. He seemed… content, perhaps? But it still didn't feel closer to it's goal. However, it could be patient, and play this carefully. It was literally meant to do this. However, his master's expression seemed to get more stern, which worried it. XE-005678-22 really wanted to avoid making him angry. It just had to make master relax, make him want him. This was still a game, wasn't it? Should it initiate the first touch? No. Master should initiate the touching. Anything else… anything else was on the table.

 

Master seemed to be contemplating the new information it had told him. That was what it was ordered for, wasn't he? What was there to process? Perhaps it was a gift? Perhaps he didn't understand just how complex it was going to be when it arrived? Master was a difficult person to figure out. XE-005678-22 was going to make a special effort to understand him more. Suddenly, Master's mouth moved!

 

XE-0005678-22 felt a glimmer of hope, was he pleased? Amused now? His expression returned to normal, but it felt like it achieved something. It wondered how stern Master intended to play. It wondered if it would always be like this… it didn't matter. It would get better and better at it's job.

 

Its master replied, with a cold, distant tone, seeming to denounce his role as its master. It frowned, a bit disheartened, but forced a small smile back on its face, and nodded. Its eyes watched him cross his legs, and place the empty bottle down.

 

"The HyperDoll Inc. does not make mistakes." XE-005678-22 replied, its tone rather harsh. It was scared. It knew something it wasn't supposed to. "Mistakes can result in more than faulty products. Androids manufactured by HyperDoll are "all-but-true" humans. Error can be catastrophic."

 

It was sent to the wrong address- but it was no accident. It wasn't supposed to know this, and it didn't know much else. It was confusing, and scary… but XE-005678-22 was here to service its master. Regardless of what was happening, it could at least do that. It was sure so long as it did that, it was safe.

 

"I am not here by mistake." XE-005678-22 assured him, its voice becoming soft again. "You are my master," It stated confidently, and it unbuttoned the remaining buttons of its shirt, looking at Master as it did so. "And I am yours."

[|WW|]

Well, that would teach him to try and reason with a machine. Wasn't it always like this? Superiority over the dumb humans was it? He shook his head lightly, dark brown strands of hair falling over one eye while the remaining unobstructed blue orb continued staring ahead blankly.

 

"Everyone makes mistakes. That's what makes us Human," he commented dryly. "Your special HyperDoll Inc is no different. I don't give a damn about your idiotic error views. It's not as if this is your fault. You didn't ask to be mailed to me. Your makers screwed up." Before the Doll could manage another bout of useless prattle he waved a hand dismissing the issue. "Well, whatever. Think what you like. I won't sit here and argue with a machine. If I wanted that, I'd play Chess."

 

By the Doll's expressions something wasn't quite right, but it wasn't his problem. Well, no, it was now that thing was shacked up in his home. He didn't want to use the thing in any way. That would turn up some strange hidden clause that says using it means you purchased it. Or some ridiculous excuse. The fact that it powered on without him even touching it wasn't his fault either; which he'd be happy to take to court.

 

"I am not here by mistake.

You are my master"

While he was busy thinking, his gaze followed the the Doll's hands. And there, went the rest of the buttons; exposing a very flat and soft-skinned chest. Though his inclinations did swing in the male direction, this was not exactly a scene he wanted played out. And even if he did, it would be living flesh he wanted to sink his fingers into; not artificial. It was damn frustrating. He was at a loss on just what he was supposed to do.

"And I am yours."

 

His mouth twitched again and he sat forward, legs sliding off the table. Reaching out between the short distance he grabbed either side of the Doll's shirt, pulling the machine forward until their faces were very close and their upper bodies were hovering over the empty bottle. "I don't believe I asked for you to take this off. I realize your job is to please your Master, but again, I am not him. And I do not appreciate nor desire the view of a boys chest." Terrible lie, but whatever. Releasing the tension he pushed the Doll's hands aside, slowly redoing the buttons so that the skin was covered. It was like dealing with a child. He felt a bit mean for it, but it was a brief feeling and sizzled out just as soon as it had come.

 

When finished he released the material and stood, snatching up the empty bottle to dispose of. He needed to think of something to do with it. He didn't want it here. Pulling out his phone he dialed his editor; and yet again went straight to voice mail. "Oh for the Love of God! Has everyone fallen off the face of the Earth today?" When the tone sounded he left a very clipped message, asking the man to call him as soon as possible. He needed to make sure this little package hadn't been a gift of some sort. And if it was, just who would have the audacity to tease him in such a tasteless manner.

 

For now he needed to find something for this Doll to do. He was a jerk, but not so much that he would just toss the thing outside with the box. Artificial or not that seemed a bit too cruel. Again, it wasn't the Dolls fault. Sighing he stepped out of the kitchen and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, for now you can be useful and do some cleaning I guess." That's about all he could come up with for now. He needed to calm down. His fuse was always too short. "The closet with supplies is here," he added, motioning to the door on the other side of the kitchen wall. It was in the hallway that lead to the other rooms in the ranch style condo.

[Noise Prince]

XE-005678-22 casually adjusted its shirt so that more of its torso was exposed, keeping its gaze on its master. What was this game? It was beginning to feel more and more like it was a game with no winner… Nothing seemed to work. What did he want it to do?! XE-005678-22 was becoming more and more frustrated, and he tried very hard not to let that show. That was not alluring.

 

It couldn't hide it, however, when its master insisted that it was an error. He didn't understand! He didn't know! Neither did it… but it knew more than him. HyperDoll orders are not finalized by humans, humans only work as supervisors over computers. Computers do not operate on error. Errors halt operations. Humans correct it so that operations may continue. If an incorrect address was processed, it would halt the operation. That could only mean that this was intentional. That much XE-005678-22 could understand. How else would this make sense? It was meant to reach this address. There was not mistake. There was no mistake. There was no mistake.

 

Its frustration was visible on its face now, but before it could vocalize an argument, its master rose a hand and waved it, silencing the android. Multiple emotional reactors started activating. It felt Ignored. Dismissed. Insulted. Unimportant. XE-005678-22 forced its expression into a neutral state to hide this- one that appeared while sleeping- thought it kept its eyes open. Could this be part of the game…? But why?

 

It couldn't hide it's surprise, however when suddenly Master grabbed it by its shirt. It was a sudden action, and it could hardly react, though at first he was happy- this rough action meant it had aroused him, yes? Their faces were very close, and it felt Master's breath. It activated its artificial breathing to mimic him, filtering air in and out with additional moisture. The closeness also made it feel a bit flustered, and in response, the flush colored its face. Its master's eyes were so beautiful. A rich shade of blue… It decided that this was its favorite color.

 

"Master?" It spoke softly, fearing that actually, it only succeeded in making him angry. It flinched at his tone when his master scolded it for unbuttoning its shirt. But when he again denounced being its master, it frowned.

 

It watched as its master re-buttoned its blouse, still frowning, though no puzzled. It felt like the image of dressing another was supposed to be a kind one, but this scene had no kindness it it. This meant altering the idea of dressing someone else as a kind action. His brows pulled together in reaction to his feeling hurt. Insulted. Demeaned.

 

It watched Master get up, taking the empty bottle back into the kitchen. He made another call, it wondered what for. Whoever he had been calling today, they had been making him more upset than when he first made the call. Maybe it was bad for him to make calls. It sat back on the couch, very tempted to unbutton its shirt again- or hell, just strip altogether- just to spite him. That thought was a little alarming to it, and decided it was best not to act on it. Besides, Master already seemed angry, he might make it hurt if it made him too angry.

 

Instead, it merely pulled its knees to its chest as it sat, watching its master. But he returned, looking a little less upset, and it felt more at ease.

 

"Well, for now you can be useful and do some cleaning I guess."/QUOTE]

 

Its figurative heart soared. It was still trying to figure it all out, but this could only be a good thing, right?

Though it didn't let its happiness get in the way of listening when Master told it where the cleaning supplies were.

 

"Then I will clean." XE-005678-22 said, a smile on its face. It stood up, and gave its master a smarmy grin.

 

"It seems like you're willing to be "Master" when it is convenient to you." It stated teasingly. "Isn't that so, Master?"

[Noise Prince]

 

 

Nooo, I can't edit my last post >

And I forgot a "]" So the quote didn't work...

Anyway, here is the super-lazy XE-005678-22:

 

 

 

 

[|WW|]

 

"It seems like you're willing to be "Master" when it is convenient to you." It stated teasingly. "Isn't that so, Master?"

His lips twitched to that remark, giving the response he thought best. "Touché." And that was that. "Living room, kitchen and library," he pointed toward each room as they were named off. "I generally have someone come in and do these things, but since you're so eager to please your -temporary- host, I'll keep you plenty busy." He returned the very same expression the Doll had offered. "I'm not to be disturbed while I write, so refrain from doing so. Bedrooms are off limits, so stay out of them. If you finish these tasks before I come back out, then have a seat and wait."

 

Having said that he went to grab another beer, and then excused himself curtly; walking into his Den and closing the door behind him. He sighed out, popping the top off the beverage and tossing it into the nearest can. Sliding into his comfortable writing chair he set the cool drink on a coaster and tapped his laptop out of sleep mode. He peered at the screen, thinking. He was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to just pick up where he'd left off. There were too many things going round and round in his head. It was getting late, nearly dinner time. Sliding his phone out he glances at the screen, the number of his editor showing he was either being ignored or the man was seriously busy.

 

Tossing the phone onto the desk he slid his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, tipping back a touch so his head rested on the padded back and his hands rubbed lightly against his neck, kneading the small knot he'd acquired out of stress. If he had to be frank, the Doll was right up his alley. Youthful body, attractive compelling green eyes, skin that looked resilient and yet ever so soft. He wasn't sure he cared for the hair color, wishing for something more natural- but this was a custom machine after all. Perhaps the Master it was intended for cared for the more flamboyant.

 

Realizing he'd been fantasizing over this whole ordeal he shook his head clear of the sexual fog and closed the project on his screen, pulling up some research material instead. He figured reading was about all he could do for the time being. Anything to keep his thoughts from straying. He was no saint, but he certainly tried to keep certain morals in place. It wasn't easy when you lived by yourself and had a certain lack of regular social interaction. Though he had idea's of what he would and wouldn't do, those were merely what they were. Idea's. There was no clause that said people didn't stray from every day ideals.

 

He sighed, quoting a man named norbert wiener to no one but himself. "And so the world of the future will be an even more demanding struggle against the limitations of our intelligence, not a comfortable hammock in which we can lie down to be waited upon by our robot slaves.”

[Noise Prince]

Its green eyes flickered to each room Master pointed to, assigning the names to each one. It assumed right in regards to which room was the kitchen (He guessed earlier due to the appliances). It nodded, grin growing wide. Seeing a similar expression on its master's face made XE-005678-22 happy. Mimicking other's actions typically meant they were fond of the other… was that the case here? Was it winning over its master?

 

It wasn't even bothered when Master-again- insinuated that it wasn't going to be staying long- it felt too victorious. It was starting to get it, now. Master wanted it to clean, so it was going to clean. It was going to do such a good job that Master would finally accept it and say he was its master, right? That's how this was going to work?

 

"I'm not to be disturbed while I write, so refrain from doing so. Bedrooms are off limits, so stay out of them. If you finish these tasks before I come back out, then have a seat and wait." [/Quote]

 

"Yes, Master. I will clean these three rooms quietly." XE-005678-22 replied, watching him go into the kitchen, get another of the same beverage, and leave into an unnamed room. Was that a bedroom? It didn't matter, it wasn't allowed in, regardless. XE-005678-22 went into the closet with the cleaning supplies, deciding to start with the kitchen, and pulled out what it needed, and carried it into the room dubbed "kitchen".

 

It wiped the counters, cabinet, stove-top, fridge door and sides, and microwave clean. It swept and mopped. It took it approximately six minutes. It cleaned the living room next, wiping down the table, the television, tidying up, vacuuming (which made little noise these days, quiet enough that XE-005678-22 felt confident it wouldn't disturb Master in another room.) Approximately five minutes. Next was the library, XE-005678-22 thought it was odd that there was a library in Master's home, as having people come in and out to rent books seemed like a bother.

 

Entering, it realized that it wasn't a library. But Master said it was. It had books. A lot. It's eyes burrowed in confusion. This was a library that didn't loan books, then? A room with books for personal use was referred to as a library, as well? Why not "Bookroom"? Well, it wasn't its place to question, so it assessed what supplies it would need, and retrieved them from the closet.

 

This room took the longest. It was very careful around the books, stopping to scan the back of one time to time- to read the summaries. A lot had many quotes by people who did not write the book, praising the book or the author. That was ridiculous- it wanted to know what was in the book, who needed to know who liked it? Master seemed to like horror, so it committed this to memory.

 

The library was cleaned quite thoroughly, meaning it was done with its tasks, and was supposed to sit and wait for Master. He insinuated that he was to wait in the living room… but he never explicitly said that. It smiled. There was really nothing wrong with sitting and waiting… in the library, reading a book. It didn't have a favorite genre yet, so it picked a random horror novel from the shelf, and sat in the corner facing the door, so when Master came looking for it, he would see it right away. Would he be happy to see that it had cleaned so well, and was now reading a horror book? It hoped so.

[|WW|]

When his phone rung he grabbed it, answering quickly as the number of editor flashed on screen. "Finally," he said impatiently. The all-smiles voice on the other side answered, patient as always to his one and only client.

 

"Sorry, the wife and I were out with the boys. What's with this message then? You say you got a package?"

 

Evan grunted, leaning back in his chair again. "I sure as hell did Eric. A damn HyperDoll showed up at my door. Care to explain what this is about?"

 

The line grew quiet and he could almost hear the gears turning while the man attempted to think up an answer. "Um," he started, clucking his tongue, "well you see there was this fan that wrote in and asked if he could send a gift for you." He paused, waiting for a retort.

 

Evan responded, "Annnd?"

 

"Uh, well, I told him he could send it to the P.O. Box address, since that's where we filter out all your fan-mail anyway. I swear if something showed up at your place, we did not give him that information. Are you okay? Is it safe?"

 

The Novelist rubbed his face in frustration, heaving a long-winded sigh. "Great. So it was a gift. That means I am it's Master. And returning it is probably not an option. Fuck Eric, who sends shit like this? It's a machine worth a huge chunk of cash. And the thing is a walking perversion. Why me?"

 

"Well, someone must really love you?" The laugh that came from his editor meant the man was extremely entertained. "Just do your best. I heard they're quite fun. Course I wouldn't know with my family and everything. Now, is that all you needed?"

 

"Yeah. I'll send you a draft tomorrow, just skim through and give me a yes or no so I can continue or scrap it." No use in arguing since it wasn't exactly Eric's fault. He was somewhat relieved it hadn't been. He would hate to strangle a man he'd known for over seven years.

 

After getting off the phone he stood, glancing around the large Den as if he didn't have a single clue what he was doing. His whole balance had been thrown off. Now the problem was somehow smaller, and yet still remarkably huge. The Doll was his most likely, and here he'd argued vehemently with the machine itself that it wasn't. Couldn't get more ridiculous than that. He could see another smart-ass expression on that lovely fake face.

 

Leaving the den he found the Doll nowhere in sight. Guessing where the machine was he walked over to the library door, finding it cracked open. Sliding in the doorway he leaned against the trim and crossed his arms; finding the new addition reading a book. And not just any book. His book. Well, one of them. The room was filled with his works, along with those of friends and general favorites. Library, book room, it amounted to the same. It was merely a place for books.

 

Vivid blue's watched as the Doll skimmed through, clearing his throat lightly. He almost felt like he owned the thing some sort of apology. Though he wasn't sure how to go about it. He was still going to contact the company and see what could be done, but he was pretty sure he'd be fighting a lost battle. "The kitchen and living room looked nice. I could see a change as soon as I walked through them." He remained in the doorway, no budging. "What do you think of the book your reading?" He asked, suddenly curious. What would a machine say about his published works? Did they have opinions on such things? Maybe he really should read the manual so he knew what to expect. It seems his hostility from earlier has simmered out for the time being.

[Noise Prince]

HyperDolls, and models from other companies as well, are programmed with specific inhibitors depending on a situation- these inhibitors are designed so that the Doll performs more-humanlike even if its a task its programmed to be efficient in- but only if a human is watching. Unless the human otherwise commands it, an android being watched will perform a task at a much slower speed with less effective patterns- to resemble human motions more. If XE-005678-22 was cleaning while its master was in the room, it would have cleaned a lot more slowly. However, there is no inhibitor for reading in XE-005678-22. So even if its master were to watch it read, it would continue scanning and processing the statements at rapid speeds.

 

XE-005678-22 was on chapter eight. There were five central characters. It seemed some of them needed to atone for something, which is what the supernatural threat was there for- redemption. The threat, which had only been described by eerie feelings, and occasional horrific events or scenes left by past victims. There was a lot of psychological build up.

 

Two of the characters were sisters, one very young, the other in her twenties. The child didn't do anything wrong. The older felt guilty for something she may or may not have done to or for her sister, though what that was exactly was vague. XE-005678-22 liked these two, and hoped nothing bad happened to them. It didn't think the older one needed to go through any trial because her sister loved her. The child didn't deserve it at all.

 

The character it feared for most, though, was a middle-aged man who pushed his wife to suicide years before. It didn't want the character spared, but it feared what would happen to him. No android could want to see harm come to a human, even a fictional one, even if they deserve it. No proper android, anyway. And it was a proper HyperDoll. Chapter eight was a flashback about what seemed like unrelated characters and events, it was intrigued to see how it was going to tie in with the rest. Was this the origin of the omnipotent threat creating the illusions and trying to harm the characters? Were these characters past victims?

 

The door to the library opened, but it didn't register since XE-005678-22 was still focused on reading. It only looked up when it heard Master clear his throat. His face lifted in a smile. Would he be pleased? He looked a lot less angry than he was before, less irritated. Had it succeeded?

 

"The kitchen and living room looked nice. I could see a change as soon as I walked through them."

 

Its smile became a beaming grin at the compliment. It knew it had cleaned well, it was an objective fact. It was programmed to be good at housework. But hearing Master say it made it much happier than recognizing the job well done itself. When he asked about the book, XE-005678-22 looked back down at the open pages. What did it think…? Master didn't want a summary? An analysis? But its opinion?

 

XE-005678-22 realized that it had already been forming opinions as it scanned and processed the content. It had opinions on the characters, the "ghoul", the themes, the symbolism…

 

"I like the sisters. They are my favorites. I hope they are safe to the end." It started. "I don't like the man who made his wife kill herself. He is the one that deserves the wrath of the supernatural punishment most… B-but I don't want him to die… or be cut apart and drained like the body he found." It clarified. "I like that the threat hasn't shown up yet. It exists only through evidence, but it can also create illusions, so how much is real and isn't is very vague. The writer's rhythm is good, he writes dialogue very well. Except for the young girl. She seems too young for her age. I think the main character, Blake, is too trusting of the clues he found in that notebook. But I like him. I like that he has hope in a scary situation.

 

"The symbolism is subtle, and a lot of them are involved in character actions. And the characters are still written well, rather than just embodiments of traits they represent." XE-005678-22 then stopped itself, not wanting to drone on. Master had surely heard enough. Besides, it wanted to know if Master would be pleased with it and its opinions, and it looked up from the book up to the man nervously anticipating what he would say.

[|WW|]

When the Doll smiled in such a bright way at such a simple compliment, he wondered what expression he'd get if he happened to rain more praise down on the machine. It was just curiosity. Listening to the Doll explain what it thought, or analyzed; he uncrossed his arms and slid off the trim. Walking over to a chair opposite of the machine he sat, slowly reaching out to slide a random book from the nearest shelf. It was another one of his works, but one from years ago. Just like the book the Doll held, they were much earlier works. Back when he didn't have a full grasp on his technique or full vision of writing.

 

Hearing the sisters were a favorite made him nearly laugh, thinking that was perhaps most people's favorite choice. He listened closely, realizing the Doll gave a very intelligent answer to his basic question. He got far more information out of this droid than he would have from any living being. Was it because it was nothing but a walking computer? Or were those opinions actually stemmed from some sort of personal enjoyment, a more human function. he really did need to read that manual so he could understand things better. At first he didn't want too, but now it seemed he had little choice but school himself on the whole subject.

 

When XE-005678-22 finally hit the brakes and managed to look up expectantly, Evan was observing the Doll with calculating blue eyes. His lips were curved in what may have been a impressed smile, or an amused one. But either way he was at least smiling a fraction. That was promising for the new addition. "That's a favorable opinion to hear, considering you're reading a book that I wrote," he commented, his chin being propped on his fist. The book he'd been looking over briefly had been slid back in place a moment before.

 

"It was an earlier work, and I can't say I'm thrilled with it. But I did better things over time to make up for my lack of full structure back then. I suppose it really just depends on what the reader desires." And wasn't that the truth. "What made you choose that one out of everything else?" There was after all, an abundance of reading material in that room. And he couldn't say the cover of that particular book stood out either among the more colorful contenders.

[Noise Prince]

XE-005678-22 rolled onto its knees so it was closer to its master after he sat down, watching when he pulled a book from a shelf near him. What was that for? XE-005678-22 noticed that it had the same name on the cover- so the books they each held were written by the same writer. This name came up quite a bit, XE-005678-22 remembered, from when it was cleaning. Master must really like this author.

 

XE-005678-22 felt very proud when it looked up and saw a smile on Master's lips. It was doing it! XE-005678-22 was making Master happy, making Master like it. It smiled, feeling it had said the right things.

 

That's a favorable opinion to hear, considering you're reading a book that I wrote,"

 

The Doll's eyes widened, it's synthetic lips parted- a reaction to feeling surprised.

 

"You wrote this book… all these books by Evan Standford." It realized Master's name, and the corners of its mouth turned up.

 

So he had been writing for a long time, it deduced from what he said, and just how many books by him were here. And Master has improved in writing- that was so neat! Unlike androids, humans had very few skills innately- very basic ones- and had to learn how to be effective by practicing over time. Androids learned in a very different way.

 

"What made you choose that one out of everything else?"

 

"The title of it; 'Nobody's Golem'." It responded. "So far, it doesn't seem like there is a literal golem in the story, but the term is metaphorical, but that's okay. Golems are from Jewish folklore, are objects given life through magic to serve its master's purpose for it. They are like androids, so I wanted to read it." XE-005678-22 further explained. Its cheeks flushed as a cue from what it was about to say next, a rather humbling statement- it considered not even telling Master what it thought.

 

Humans were effected by stories, often times deeper than they think, and more influential than they are aware of. Writers were extraordinary because of that. They had to understand the depth of humanity, to write what humans innately crave. The title, "Nobody's Golem", implied a golem without a master. If Master had read a book like that- before it learned he had written this book- that might explain why he was acting that way.

 

"I wanted to read this… because it might have explained why you kept saying that you didn't…" Artificial pauses broke the sentence it wanted to say, even getting quieter to the end of the statement. It did not intend to sound that way, but quite often emotional reactors over-rode conscious decisions. That was why XE-005678-22 could only force a few facial expressions (smiling and neutral), and not even those all the time.

 

"…want me."

[|WW|]

"You wrote this book… all these books by Evan Standford."

He grinned to that reaction, finding it almost humorous that the machine seemed surprised. Was that not something it could have considered? Ah well, it was only natural their thought process didn't match one another. It was no secret these artificial beings were by all means highly intelligent, but their emotional sides were a much more complicated mess and not quite on par with a humans capacity. The number of emotions one could feel was endless, and a mystery all in itself. Though humans had to learn at a slower pace, they were certainly impressive in their own rights.

 

He listened to the Doll explain the reasoning behind picking that book in particular. So far it came down to a machine curious about another Artificial Life. But when the droid paused, stumbling on the next words; he frowned. "Didn't?..," he urged quietly when the machine fell silent. After finally spitting out the last bit of what it had intended to say, he suddenly understood the situation. Not only was the Doll curious about the A.I. in the book, but it sought out an answer, or understanding to it's own situation. That was really a shock to think that a machine looked for answers for it's own standing and circumstances.

 

"If you wanted something as simple as that, I could have merely told you. Had you asked, I mean. The only way to learn is to ask questions from a direct source. In this case, that would be me." He cleared his throat, trying to think of a way to explain this problem without sounding like a complete dick again. "The reasons I didn't want you are as follows: You showed up without permission, thus you were forced on me. You are made for a more perverted side of society; in which I'm sure I don't qualify. Last time I checked, most of the things I own are very low tech and require little attention. I like it that way." He paused, thinking for the last bit. "I enjoy my privacy, which means being alone. And lastly I honestly just can't approve of people using androids for ...well for anything they are capable of doing themselves. I'm old fashioned in my way of thinking, but comfortable with that."

 

Sighing lightly he looked at the Doll, figuring it was a good a time as any. "But I suppose you were correct in some manner. It appears I have a very annoying fan who decided to send me a very unlikely gift. That being you. So as to what I decided to ignorantly argue about earlier. It would appear I am your.. Master." He didn't like that word. Master. Why not Sir, or a nickname? He could tell it to call him something else, right?

[Noise Prince]

"If you wanted something as simple as that, I could have merely told you. Had you asked, I mean. The only way to learn is to ask questions from a direct source. In this case, that would be me."

XE-005678-22 frowned. Could have asked him…? XE-005678-22 was supposed to fulfill the needs and desires of its master, but as soon as it arrived, Master seemed to dislike it, and not want it. This entire time, XE-005678-22 was having difficulty trying to please the man, unsure of how to accomplish this when it seemed the only thing he wanted was for it to not be there.

 

It also didn't want to hear the answer. How unusual. It wanted to know, but it didn't want to hear it.

 

When its master continued, it tried to force its face into a neutral expression, but after a few seconds the emotional reactors over-rode that decision, and its eyes squished up, mouth opened in a wince, and its head shrunk into its shoulders. It really didn't want to hear that. Master really didn't want him…

 

No… XE-005678-22's eyebrows rose slightly when it realized Master had said "didn't" rather than "don't". So… he had changed his mind about it?

 

Yet, Master clearly wasn't pleased with it. There without permission. Perverse. Too high-tech. Required too much attention. Meant he couldn't be alone. Didn't approve of casual or personal androids. It hung its head in guilt… and shame. What was it supposed to do? It was shipped. It was made this way. It was an android… it was only an android. It was supposed to make it master happy, but an android couldn't make him happy?

 

"I'm sorry…" It muttered. "I'm really sorry…" It's voice was unsteady.

 

"But I suppose you were correct in some manner. It appears I have a very annoying fan who decided to send me a very unlikely gift."

 

Its face went from pained to almost hopeful, as it looked back up to its master's face. But it still couldn't rejoice. Master's tone of voice was still irritated… somewhat similar to earlier, before he smiled at it. But it was better than earlier, softer. XE-005678-22 still hoped he changed his mind, or would.

 

"That being you. So as to what I decided to ignorantly argue about earlier. It would appear I am your…"

 

XE-005678-22's face softened, a light smile appearing on its lips. This was it! What it really wanted to hear after being refused its entire time at this home.

 

"Master."

 

XE-005678-22's light smile became broad, and it scooted a little closer to the man, and swayed side-to-side ever so slightly in happiness.

 

"Yes!" It said, then raised its shoulder a little, as if it realized it made a mistake. This was a library, it was supposed to be quiet.

 

"Yes," It repeated, quieter. "Thank you." XE-005678-22 gave him a triumphant smile before adding; "Master~."

[|WW|]

"I'm sorry…" It muttered. "I'm really sorry…" It's voice was unsteady.

Ah, shit. He'd managed to upset the Doll again. It's attractive little face had played a myriad of expressions as he explained; or should he say half expressions? They'd looked sort of jumbled like it's face was either uptight or it just wasn't used to moving in that way. He wasn't sure honestly what the cause was. He saw bits of Pain and Hope mixed with downward curves of the lips only to swing back up into a smile. It really was an expressive machine.

"Yes!"

Seeing the male flinch to being so loud, then growing quiet his brow rose higher. It was correcting it's habits as well, though he couldn't quite understand why that one noisy outburst had been schooled down to an inside voice. Ah, inside voice. Library. He chuckled for the first time, clearly amused by the discovery he'd made. You were supposed to be polite and quiet in library's, the thought struck him as funny.

 

Well, he supposed they would just have to make due with the current circumstances. His temper had cooled considerably for the time being, and though he was a solitary sort; having someone else in the house would just have to be worked around. Something would be figured out. Even if he didn't fully agree with the whole ordeal just yet. "First I think we need to change this Master thing," he commented. "I don't mean that in a bad way, it's just I'm not exactly comfortable with being called that. Can you call me Sir.. instead?" Master reminded him of some cheap BDSM porn. Though the Doll was obviously made for a more erotic lifestyle, he wasn't quite okay with that thought at the moment. In fact he was doing his best to not think of that little fact at all.

 

"Also, you need a name. Is it in your Manual? Or do I just think of one?" That was another thing. He'd be damned if he had to go around saying 'hey you' all the time. That just sounded stupid. And yes, naming it was a big step. You didn't name things you were getting rid of. But seeing as he'd acknowledged the Doll; there was little to do but move forward.

[Noise Prince]

"Sir instead of Master?" XE-005678-22 gave him a half-smile. That was easily doable. "Of course, Sir. That is no problem." It told him. It was glad to see that he seemed to becoming more and more calm. It was still upset about what he had told it earlier, as none of that was within it's power to fix, unlike the master-to-sir request, but it had confidence that it could change his mind. Humans could change just like androids. It could make Sir so happy he'd never refuse it again! Plus, it was designed to be very good at one specific task that most humans could not resist. As soon as Sir took it in the bedroom, it was sure that Sir wouldn't ever think of getting rid of it again.

 

"I am Model XE-005678-22. That is my name until you give me a new one." It explained, a large smile coming across its face. A name! Would it finally get a name? It kind of hoped it would be named once the package arrived, but better late than never! It hoped it would be 'Tristan'. Their was a technician with that on their name tag, and XE-005678-22 had always really liked it. But there were thousands of names in the world. However, Sir was a writer, and would come up with a really good name.

[|WW|]

"Sir instead of Master? Of course, Sir. That is no problem."

He relaxed visibly to that answer. He was used to being called Sir by many people, so it didn't hold any strange meaning behind it other than a form of respect. Or at least he viewed it that way. "That's much better," he commented quietly, sliding his ankle up to rest on opposing knee.

"I am Model XE-005678-22. That is my name until you give me a new one."

"That's a mouth full." He would hate to have to remember that, or no; recite that continuously. No way in hell anyone would put up with that. Taking a moment he thought things over. The more he looked at the Doll, the less he knew what to call it by. Wild hair color, vibrant eyes, pale skin.. so many names could be used to describe every detail. Perhaps it was better to have something that didn't pertain to how the Doll looked. Instead he thought of moods. Nature. Things that affected the senses. Being a writer often made the most simple thing not simple at all.

 

"Rayne," he spoke finally. There were all types of Rain. Cool showers, wild angry storms, warm misted sprinkles; just too many different types of this one particular gift of mother nature. He was reminded of the storm of emotion that worked over the droids face earlier. Yes, that would suit him just fine. "How does Rayne sound to you? Spelling R-a-y-n-e rather than R-a-i-n. Something different and yet the same."

[Noise Prince]

"That's much better,"

XE-005678-22 smiled at this reaction, seeing as he relaxed once it called him Sir. It seemed to be getting better and better at making him happy. At this rate, it was definitely going to succeed.

 

A mouthful? But Sir wasn't eating… it pondered a bit before realizing he meant it as an idiom! It was a lot to say! It was pleased with itself for figuring it out- its first time hearing an idiom. That didn't matter much now, because Sir was about to name it! What would it be? It felt its lower lip slide under its bottom teeth, looking expectantly at the human. And he looked at it very intently, which made it only more eager to hear what he would come up with.

 

"Rayne."

 

"Rayne." XE-005678-22 repeated softly, smiling at how the word felt on its lips.

 

"How does Rayne sound to you? Spelling R-a-y-n-e rather than R-a-i-n. Something different and yet the same."

 

"Rayne, I like it." Rayne replied, shoulders raising with its smile. It had a name now! Sir had named it. It was named like "Rain"… how poetic. "Thank you so much, Sir! I love my name."