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Literate Roleplayer -equal lover of story and smut
- Joined
- Jul 25, 2019
Nick looked at the eccentric attorney, Gladys Miro, with a perplexed expression.
"So, what you're telling me is that my weird rich Uncle Yakov left me a huge house and grounds, but no money to pay taxes or even basic utilities? I work at a mobile phone store and share an apartment with four other people. I'm not really set up to pay for... that."
He gave a big sigh.
"Well, I guess I could always rent out rooms.
"Yeah, about that... you wouldn't be able to rent out rooms for a while," said Gladys.
His heart sank a bit lower.
"And why is that?"
"Well, Nick, Yakov was a bit of a collector. Well, more than a bit of a collector... he was obsessive about it. That's where all his money went. He would get fixated on something and just keep buying and buying until he filled up a room, and then he'd move on to his next obsession."
Nick groaned.
"So, you're telling me Uncle Yakov was a hoarder?"
"Well, yes and no. When I think of hoarders, I think of someone who collects newspapers and magazines and crappy clothes. Yakov wasn't like that. Let me put it this way, he had a line of credit with eBay and the rumor was he had a dedicated truck from UPS that only delivered to his house. He never told me what he collected, but he spent a lot of money. A lot."
"Well," mused Nick. "Maybe I could just sell the place outright. Have some sort of Estate clearance place just take it all off my hands."
"Actually, you couldn't. Yakov's will specifies that you must occupy the home for five full years or ownership passes to a charity," said Gladys. "Look, Nick. My advice, go check out the place and see what's in there. There's a good chance a lot of it is junk, but also a good chance that there's a lot of value in there. Nothing in the will says you can't sell the contents of the house, you just can't sell the house itself."
***
Nick opened the door and looked at the house in dismay. What had once been a grand Victorian painted lady of a house was now dilapidated and in need of new paint, new shutters, many new windows which were boarded up, it was a disaster. Uncle Yakov had at least left enough to cover the first year of electricity and water, so when he flipped the light switch on, there was light... sort of. The old bulbs in the front hallway chandelier were half burnt-out and of low wattage, so a dim glow came over the place.
There were boxes, and boxes, and boxes. All were addressed to Yakov and unopened. There was at least a path down the middle.
Nick's heart was sinking by the minute, but then he got to the first room on the right, the old dining room. On the door was a faded handwritten sign. "Trains"
He had to shove the door open because a couple of stacks had fallen by the door. Once he shoved his way in, he looked at the stacks and stacks of boxes.
As chance would have it, the first box he picked up was a good one to look at.
Lionel Pre-WW2, complete set - was written on the box.
Grabbing his phone, he pulled out the engine for the model train. It was in the original box! A little beat up, but still.
He typed in the model and gauge... and his eyes widened. $3800, just for the engine.
"Holy. Fucking. Shit." murmured Nick.
Gladys hadn't been lying.
***
The trains turned out to be the motherlode, followed by some vintage hand tools, followed by depression era glass.
Point was, Nick's full time job now was working on auction sites and that same UPS driver who used to deliver things was now picking them up after Nick sold them.
Nick worked his way up through the house, one room and one floor at a time, cataloging stuff that was saleable, making runs to the storage unit he’d rented for stuff that was saveable, and so on.
At last, he reached the top floor.
He was more than a bit concerned when he saw the sign on the corner bedroom that said, ‘friends’ and actually gave a shout when the first thing he saw inside the door was a human limb.
After the initial shock, he was able to peek back in and see that it was actually a limb for a an android. Was this his uncle’s final collection? He looked around and saw several arms and legs and a couple of torsos… all seeming to belong to female units but they were all in pieces. Doing a quick search on his phone after he found a couple of model and serial numbers, he saw that the equipment had nominal value on the repair market, but certainly wasn’t worth investing much time in.
Then he saw her, sitting in the corner. It was her face that caught his attention… so pretty, but friendly looking… like a hot redheaded girl next door. Her head seemed to all come from the same place, but once he uncovered the rest of her it was clear she had been pieced together… what there was of her. She had a complete torso including some very full and lovely breasts… though they were of a different skin tone than the other. One arm was fully skinned and the other had extremely light skin, but only covering the front portion, the back was exposed silicon muscles and circuitry.
She became his project over the next couple of weeks. When he needed a break from train collectors and such, he would retreat to the attic and carefully reassemble her.
She had memory units and they appeared to be wipe… but he determined they were only partially wiped. For example, if you just type a command to delete a hard drive, it is possible to recover the data on the drive. It takes overwriting the hard drive sectors to truly delete the data. This had just been a wipe. Though he couldn’t recover the data, he’d read that sometimes the androids themselves could use their self-healing abilities to eventually recover their memories.
Eventually.
But, for now, he just wanted to see what she was like.
He had a lower half assembled… two legs that were at least the same length, though one was a deep brown skin and the other was blue. She was also anatomically correct… but it was odd thinking of her that way. He knew many men liked such things, but for him it was more about the challenge… the challenge to restore a full companion unit.
And so, her torso sitting up in a chair, her legs not yet connected, he connected the power supply and waited. At last, he saw signs of movement and it seemed her eyelids were starting to flutter.
He waited.
"So, what you're telling me is that my weird rich Uncle Yakov left me a huge house and grounds, but no money to pay taxes or even basic utilities? I work at a mobile phone store and share an apartment with four other people. I'm not really set up to pay for... that."
He gave a big sigh.
"Well, I guess I could always rent out rooms.
"Yeah, about that... you wouldn't be able to rent out rooms for a while," said Gladys.
His heart sank a bit lower.
"And why is that?"
"Well, Nick, Yakov was a bit of a collector. Well, more than a bit of a collector... he was obsessive about it. That's where all his money went. He would get fixated on something and just keep buying and buying until he filled up a room, and then he'd move on to his next obsession."
Nick groaned.
"So, you're telling me Uncle Yakov was a hoarder?"
"Well, yes and no. When I think of hoarders, I think of someone who collects newspapers and magazines and crappy clothes. Yakov wasn't like that. Let me put it this way, he had a line of credit with eBay and the rumor was he had a dedicated truck from UPS that only delivered to his house. He never told me what he collected, but he spent a lot of money. A lot."
"Well," mused Nick. "Maybe I could just sell the place outright. Have some sort of Estate clearance place just take it all off my hands."
"Actually, you couldn't. Yakov's will specifies that you must occupy the home for five full years or ownership passes to a charity," said Gladys. "Look, Nick. My advice, go check out the place and see what's in there. There's a good chance a lot of it is junk, but also a good chance that there's a lot of value in there. Nothing in the will says you can't sell the contents of the house, you just can't sell the house itself."
***
Nick opened the door and looked at the house in dismay. What had once been a grand Victorian painted lady of a house was now dilapidated and in need of new paint, new shutters, many new windows which were boarded up, it was a disaster. Uncle Yakov had at least left enough to cover the first year of electricity and water, so when he flipped the light switch on, there was light... sort of. The old bulbs in the front hallway chandelier were half burnt-out and of low wattage, so a dim glow came over the place.
There were boxes, and boxes, and boxes. All were addressed to Yakov and unopened. There was at least a path down the middle.
Nick's heart was sinking by the minute, but then he got to the first room on the right, the old dining room. On the door was a faded handwritten sign. "Trains"
He had to shove the door open because a couple of stacks had fallen by the door. Once he shoved his way in, he looked at the stacks and stacks of boxes.
As chance would have it, the first box he picked up was a good one to look at.
Lionel Pre-WW2, complete set - was written on the box.
Grabbing his phone, he pulled out the engine for the model train. It was in the original box! A little beat up, but still.
He typed in the model and gauge... and his eyes widened. $3800, just for the engine.
"Holy. Fucking. Shit." murmured Nick.
Gladys hadn't been lying.
***
The trains turned out to be the motherlode, followed by some vintage hand tools, followed by depression era glass.
Point was, Nick's full time job now was working on auction sites and that same UPS driver who used to deliver things was now picking them up after Nick sold them.
Nick worked his way up through the house, one room and one floor at a time, cataloging stuff that was saleable, making runs to the storage unit he’d rented for stuff that was saveable, and so on.
At last, he reached the top floor.
He was more than a bit concerned when he saw the sign on the corner bedroom that said, ‘friends’ and actually gave a shout when the first thing he saw inside the door was a human limb.
After the initial shock, he was able to peek back in and see that it was actually a limb for a an android. Was this his uncle’s final collection? He looked around and saw several arms and legs and a couple of torsos… all seeming to belong to female units but they were all in pieces. Doing a quick search on his phone after he found a couple of model and serial numbers, he saw that the equipment had nominal value on the repair market, but certainly wasn’t worth investing much time in.
Then he saw her, sitting in the corner. It was her face that caught his attention… so pretty, but friendly looking… like a hot redheaded girl next door. Her head seemed to all come from the same place, but once he uncovered the rest of her it was clear she had been pieced together… what there was of her. She had a complete torso including some very full and lovely breasts… though they were of a different skin tone than the other. One arm was fully skinned and the other had extremely light skin, but only covering the front portion, the back was exposed silicon muscles and circuitry.
She became his project over the next couple of weeks. When he needed a break from train collectors and such, he would retreat to the attic and carefully reassemble her.
She had memory units and they appeared to be wipe… but he determined they were only partially wiped. For example, if you just type a command to delete a hard drive, it is possible to recover the data on the drive. It takes overwriting the hard drive sectors to truly delete the data. This had just been a wipe. Though he couldn’t recover the data, he’d read that sometimes the androids themselves could use their self-healing abilities to eventually recover their memories.
Eventually.
But, for now, he just wanted to see what she was like.
He had a lower half assembled… two legs that were at least the same length, though one was a deep brown skin and the other was blue. She was also anatomically correct… but it was odd thinking of her that way. He knew many men liked such things, but for him it was more about the challenge… the challenge to restore a full companion unit.
And so, her torso sitting up in a chair, her legs not yet connected, he connected the power supply and waited. At last, he saw signs of movement and it seemed her eyelids were starting to flutter.
He waited.
