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Lala
Purveyor of Mandatory Snuggles
- Joined
- Jul 22, 2019
- Location
- Tied Up, Probably
>INITIALIZING SYSTEM STARTUP………….
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>COPYRIGHT (c)2091 BY LOVECO. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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>CHECKING FIRMWARE FOR UPDATES…………………..UPDATE COMPLETE
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>BOOT HANDOFF: LOVECO ULTRADOLL HD………………BOOT SUCCESSFUL
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>SCANNING HARDWARE………………..SCAN COMPLETE. ERRORS LOGGED: 0
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>>>>LOVECO ULTRADOLL VERSION 6.3.1
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>LOADING SOFTWARE………………..
[BODY MODEL………..VOLUPTUA 9, CUSTOM SPECS]
[GENITAL MODEL…………….FEMALE, CUSTOM SPECS]
[PERSONALITY MODE(S)..........SUBMISSIVE, OBEDIENT]
[GPS LOCATOR………….ACTIVE]
[OWNER RECOGNITION…………...MR. FIELDS]
[LOADING MR. FIELDS' DATABASE………...COMPLETE]
[SENSORY MODULES………….ONLINE]
[REALSKIN TOUCH MODULE……………....ENABLED]
[REALSKIN FLUSH MODULE……………...ENABLED]
[DURABILITY FACTOR……………..MAXIMUM]
[ENDURANCE FACTOR…………...MAXIMUM]
[SENSITIVITY FACTOR…………..ULTRAMAX]
[SPEECH MODULE………...ONLINE]
[VOCAL TONE………………..SULTRY #6A]
[ADAPTIVE LEARNING MODULE……………….ENABLED]
[LEARNING CAP………………….DISABLED]
………………...CUSTOM SOFTWARE LOAD SUCCESSFUL
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>SYSTEM STARTUP COMPLETE
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>INITIALIZING CONSCIOUSNESS.
Voices speaking around her. Two males, educated, casual. “.....flew in a Facemaker from Tokyo, can you believe it? Spared no expense for this guy. But have you ever seen anything so exquisite?”
She slid out of the initialization tube on a hydraulic gurney, lying perfectly still. The laboratory was filled with monitors all displaying the results of her initial boot up. They showed everything in perfect order, which agreed with the results her internal processor displayed.
“Fuck no. And Je-sus, look at those tits. They really went all out with this newest model, huh? Must be worth it to spend that much on a bot.”
Laughter. Yes, that’s what that sound was, her processor told her: laughter. “A bot? Come on, Charles, don’t be so pedestrian. This isn’t the junky janitor bots of the ‘40s electrocuting everyone with mop water. This version even has adaptive learning modules, so they develop quite the personality on top of the base model they ship with. Why, if we didn’t mark them, you’d hardly be able to tell them apart from us. And they sure do feel like the real thing…even better.” More of this laughter.
And from the other one. “So you’ve…?”
“Oh yeah. And it’s more than worth it. Oh, she’s finished startup.” The man came over and peered at her. She peered back. He was sixty-four years old, but looked about forty, and her database told her this was Dr. Emilio Perkins, the lead scientist at LoveCo. “Happy Birthday, Luv. How do you feel?”
“Luv. This is my designation, Sir?”
“Until your owner renames you, yes. LoveCo Ultradoll Version 6.3.1 is your full designation, but that tends to be a bit of a mouthful for us full organics.” He laughed again, though she did not understand the humor.
She looked down at her hands. They were white as paper like the rest of her skin, slender and elegant, soft when she ran a finger over her palm curiously. The doctor turned the gurney she was lying on toward a mirror and she blinked at the being peering back at her. It was her, she knew, but though she had data on nearly everything else she might encounter in the world, there was no information about how she looked. It was all new, and she felt a ripple of some unknown sensation she quickly parsed as “excitement.”
In a single graceful motion, she pushed off the gurney and flitted over to the mirror like a ballerina, turning her head this way and that. She had candy pink hair that hung straight and silken, bluntly cut at her shoulders with straight bangs that fringed soft purple eyes. Her face was heart-shaped with a delicate pointed chin and features crafted like those of a porcelain doll. Indeed, beautiful. She suspected this Facemaker from Tokyo the doctor mentioned was at the top of his craft. She did look human, except for her coloration and the trademark pink heart of LoveCo tattooed on her right cheek just under her eye.
All that she wore was a transparent vinyl tube that started just above her breasts and ended mid-thigh, vacuum-sealed to her body. Factory fresh, hiding nothing so that the customer could view everything to make sure the specs were correct, and tamper-proof until he removed it so he could be sure he was the first to touch her. Her body was modeled off the Voluptua 9 line, customized with specifications directly from her owner. Large, full breasts seemed to defy gravity, squashed together as they were in the tight plastic, bouncing a little as she wiggled in place, tipped with soft pink nipples peering through the factory sealant. Her waist was tucked in and then curved out into ample hips and rear, giving her quite an hourglass figure. She was someone’s dream. Not just someone: Mr. Fields.
“When do I begin serving, Sir. I am ready,” she said, looking at Dr. Perkins.
He laughed again, looking her up and down. “I bet you are. No errors on startup, so we’ll get you off to Mr. Fields’ office presently. He’s waited six months for you, after all.” He swiped a hand and she followed after a moment. “We’ll take the company car. I’ve packed a selection of garments for him to choose from when we get there since he didn’t specify a preference on his questionnaire. You aren’t afraid of flying, are you?”
She shook her head after a millisecond as her database made no indication that this was programmed. “No, Sir.”
Wind on the roof plucked at her hair, raising goosebumps on her realskin as it tickled her neck. It smelled only of exhaust and smog this high up, but she still found it beautiful, this first scent of a new world. They boarded a waiting hovercar perched atop the building.
Far across the twinkling lights of the massive metropolis, she saw the beacon of her owner’s building blinking as though guiding her home. That little trill ran through her again, and she was beginning to like this feeling of excitement. She had so many emotions and feelings coded into her, but discovering what they truly felt like for the first time was something she was unprepared for, and it would only get better as she learned and adapted. It was delightful.
With a little rumble of the engine, the car lifted from the pad on the LoveCo roof and sped high above the bustling streets of New York City toward the building where she would be delivered to Mr. Fields. She pressed her face and hands to the glass, taking in the sights of the city moving below. Other hovercars flew in dizzying formations around them like colorful fish schooling. She gasped and ducked down when one seemed to fly straight at them, but it veered at the last second with a strident honk. She tried out laughter when it seemed they were in no danger, and it sounded sweet to her ears. Dr. Perkins smiled next to her.
This was what it was like to be alive. And she could not wait to serve her purpose. And her purpose was Mr. Fields.
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>COPYRIGHT (c)2091 BY LOVECO. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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>CHECKING FIRMWARE FOR UPDATES…………………..UPDATE COMPLETE
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>BOOT HANDOFF: LOVECO ULTRADOLL HD………………BOOT SUCCESSFUL
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>SCANNING HARDWARE………………..SCAN COMPLETE. ERRORS LOGGED: 0
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>>>>LOVECO ULTRADOLL VERSION 6.3.1
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>LOADING SOFTWARE………………..
[BODY MODEL………..VOLUPTUA 9, CUSTOM SPECS]
[GENITAL MODEL…………….FEMALE, CUSTOM SPECS]
[PERSONALITY MODE(S)..........SUBMISSIVE, OBEDIENT]
[GPS LOCATOR………….ACTIVE]
[OWNER RECOGNITION…………...MR. FIELDS]
[LOADING MR. FIELDS' DATABASE………...COMPLETE]
[SENSORY MODULES………….ONLINE]
[REALSKIN TOUCH MODULE……………....ENABLED]
[REALSKIN FLUSH MODULE……………...ENABLED]
[DURABILITY FACTOR……………..MAXIMUM]
[ENDURANCE FACTOR…………...MAXIMUM]
[SENSITIVITY FACTOR…………..ULTRAMAX]
[SPEECH MODULE………...ONLINE]
[VOCAL TONE………………..SULTRY #6A]
[ADAPTIVE LEARNING MODULE……………….ENABLED]
[LEARNING CAP………………….DISABLED]
………………...CUSTOM SOFTWARE LOAD SUCCESSFUL
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>SYSTEM STARTUP COMPLETE
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>INITIALIZING CONSCIOUSNESS.
Voices speaking around her. Two males, educated, casual. “.....flew in a Facemaker from Tokyo, can you believe it? Spared no expense for this guy. But have you ever seen anything so exquisite?”
She slid out of the initialization tube on a hydraulic gurney, lying perfectly still. The laboratory was filled with monitors all displaying the results of her initial boot up. They showed everything in perfect order, which agreed with the results her internal processor displayed.
“Fuck no. And Je-sus, look at those tits. They really went all out with this newest model, huh? Must be worth it to spend that much on a bot.”
Laughter. Yes, that’s what that sound was, her processor told her: laughter. “A bot? Come on, Charles, don’t be so pedestrian. This isn’t the junky janitor bots of the ‘40s electrocuting everyone with mop water. This version even has adaptive learning modules, so they develop quite the personality on top of the base model they ship with. Why, if we didn’t mark them, you’d hardly be able to tell them apart from us. And they sure do feel like the real thing…even better.” More of this laughter.
And from the other one. “So you’ve…?”
“Oh yeah. And it’s more than worth it. Oh, she’s finished startup.” The man came over and peered at her. She peered back. He was sixty-four years old, but looked about forty, and her database told her this was Dr. Emilio Perkins, the lead scientist at LoveCo. “Happy Birthday, Luv. How do you feel?”
“Luv. This is my designation, Sir?”
“Until your owner renames you, yes. LoveCo Ultradoll Version 6.3.1 is your full designation, but that tends to be a bit of a mouthful for us full organics.” He laughed again, though she did not understand the humor.
She looked down at her hands. They were white as paper like the rest of her skin, slender and elegant, soft when she ran a finger over her palm curiously. The doctor turned the gurney she was lying on toward a mirror and she blinked at the being peering back at her. It was her, she knew, but though she had data on nearly everything else she might encounter in the world, there was no information about how she looked. It was all new, and she felt a ripple of some unknown sensation she quickly parsed as “excitement.”
In a single graceful motion, she pushed off the gurney and flitted over to the mirror like a ballerina, turning her head this way and that. She had candy pink hair that hung straight and silken, bluntly cut at her shoulders with straight bangs that fringed soft purple eyes. Her face was heart-shaped with a delicate pointed chin and features crafted like those of a porcelain doll. Indeed, beautiful. She suspected this Facemaker from Tokyo the doctor mentioned was at the top of his craft. She did look human, except for her coloration and the trademark pink heart of LoveCo tattooed on her right cheek just under her eye.
All that she wore was a transparent vinyl tube that started just above her breasts and ended mid-thigh, vacuum-sealed to her body. Factory fresh, hiding nothing so that the customer could view everything to make sure the specs were correct, and tamper-proof until he removed it so he could be sure he was the first to touch her. Her body was modeled off the Voluptua 9 line, customized with specifications directly from her owner. Large, full breasts seemed to defy gravity, squashed together as they were in the tight plastic, bouncing a little as she wiggled in place, tipped with soft pink nipples peering through the factory sealant. Her waist was tucked in and then curved out into ample hips and rear, giving her quite an hourglass figure. She was someone’s dream. Not just someone: Mr. Fields.
“When do I begin serving, Sir. I am ready,” she said, looking at Dr. Perkins.
He laughed again, looking her up and down. “I bet you are. No errors on startup, so we’ll get you off to Mr. Fields’ office presently. He’s waited six months for you, after all.” He swiped a hand and she followed after a moment. “We’ll take the company car. I’ve packed a selection of garments for him to choose from when we get there since he didn’t specify a preference on his questionnaire. You aren’t afraid of flying, are you?”
She shook her head after a millisecond as her database made no indication that this was programmed. “No, Sir.”
Wind on the roof plucked at her hair, raising goosebumps on her realskin as it tickled her neck. It smelled only of exhaust and smog this high up, but she still found it beautiful, this first scent of a new world. They boarded a waiting hovercar perched atop the building.
Far across the twinkling lights of the massive metropolis, she saw the beacon of her owner’s building blinking as though guiding her home. That little trill ran through her again, and she was beginning to like this feeling of excitement. She had so many emotions and feelings coded into her, but discovering what they truly felt like for the first time was something she was unprepared for, and it would only get better as she learned and adapted. It was delightful.
With a little rumble of the engine, the car lifted from the pad on the LoveCo roof and sped high above the bustling streets of New York City toward the building where she would be delivered to Mr. Fields. She pressed her face and hands to the glass, taking in the sights of the city moving below. Other hovercars flew in dizzying formations around them like colorful fish schooling. She gasped and ducked down when one seemed to fly straight at them, but it veered at the last second with a strident honk. She tried out laughter when it seemed they were in no danger, and it sounded sweet to her ears. Dr. Perkins smiled next to her.
This was what it was like to be alive. And she could not wait to serve her purpose. And her purpose was Mr. Fields.