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Nurbs

     I had been up all night, going over the code, checking the hardware schematics.  It all looked to be in order.  Tonight was the night I would test the mindloader.  I was probably breaking half a dozen laws just considering the idea, but I’ll be damned if someone else was going to be first.  If I turned over the device to the company now, it would most likely go straight to the military and I’d have nothing.  It had taken me six years to perfect the neural ingram process after all.  Who else should have the honor?

     My idea would have been the stuff of purest fantasy just a few years ago.  Transferring a human consciousness into another body, or into an electronic device was impossible.  But since the creation of nanoram I had become convinced it was within my means.  Nanoram was about to change my life as it had changed so many others.  It was more than a reliable semi-permanent data storage system, in it’s own way it was a living computer brain.  A brain made of trillions of sub-atomic circuits that could grow more “brain cells” as needed.  It was so cheap in fact that nearly every new hi-tech device manufactured used it.  Every toaster, alarm clock, wrist watch, or hot plate could now store all the digitized books in the library of Congress and still have nearly infinite memory free.  You needed this kind of storage capacity when you were talking about breaking down and digitizing an entire human being’s pattern.  You needed even more if you wanted the system to be able to separate the human’s psyche and transfer it into another human host.   Human to human transfer experiments had been an early success in the lab environment.  The trick now was to make the software adaptable enough to transfer a living “mind” into almost any device with enough memory, and have that mind “plug into” all the device’s functions as if it were a natural body.

     I imagined a world where human minds piloted robots into dangerous situations without fear of death. Scientists could study volcanoes close up, or even adjust the core of a live nuclear reactor from inside an artificial construct.  I imagined humanoid robots with nearly all of the same senses as a real body.  If that body was destroyed or in danger, the mental pattern could be broadcast back into the original human body in a nano-second.

     Yesterday I had finished altering the EX-Spy103 unit for my tests.  The “spy” was a standard micro surveillance drone, that looked like a plastic and steel eye.  It could hover silently thanks to several arrays of thrusters, and was equipped with small robotic arms that had fairly articulate fingers for a machine so small.  I had “customized” the spy to replicate the human senses of touch and temperature.  I also upgraded it with one of the new olfactory processors from R & D.  It could now “smell” through a hose and even “taste” by rubbing surfaces with a sensor rod.  Tonight I would project my mind into that tiny robot drone and pilot it as if it were my own body.

     Of course, even that wasn’t the best part.  My wife Sarah was away lecturing at her Al magmata.  I thought it would be fun to give her a big surprise.  I had asked her to take the spy drone with her and leave it hooked up to her PDA tonight.  I made up a plausible reason about wanting to test control of it’s systems over the global network.  In reality, I was going to transfer myself through her PDA and keep tabs on her…maybe even play a few mischievous pranks.  I owed her one after all.  On my birthday she had fooled me into walking in on my own surprise party while still wrapped in only a towel from my shower.  I’m sure piloting the tiny drone around her while she slept would provide ample opportunities for a playful revenge.

     If anything went wrong, the spy unit had an emergency radio transfer unit.  I would be sent back into my body via the satellite networks.  Not quite as safe as the ground lines, but still nearly flawless.

     It was almost time.  She should be asleep by now in her hotel room.  It was well after midnight after all.  I checked the network connection.  It was solid as always.  These days, with the new nanoram material actually making up all the lines, information was never lost, and data transfer was instantaneous.  My scanner showed that the spy drone was plugged into her PDA and ready to go.

     I sat in the digitizer, which looked like one of those ancient phone booths, but with an electric chair in it’s center.  I made myself comfortable inside and closed the door.  I had already started the countdown sequence.  In a few moments my body would be broken down into it’s base molecules and the material stored in a stasis vat.  My mental patterns would be separated and shot across the global network into Sarah’s PDA where I would flow directly into the spy drone.   I had tested the process successfully fifty times at least, using an artificial consciousness.  Nothing could go wrong.

     A bright white light filled my vision, I felt cold, a ringing rose in my ears..then nothing.  I was semi-aware of the journey across the network.  Curious. I hadn’t thought that possible.  It was like riding a bullet train at light speed, only instead of the train traveling that fast, it was my awareness being shunted from train car to train car.  My “data” was flowing through quadrillions of nanoram circuits in the blink of an eye.  I couldn’t hear, or see, or feel, or relate to anything in a physical way. Instead it was a peculiar mental sensation of motion and change.  I can’t describe it.  The journey couldn’t have even taken a second to make, but it felt like at least a minute of flashing through infinite tiny rooms.  Then I was in a body.  I couldn’t see, but I could feel.  I instinctively gasped for air before realizing it wasn’t necessary.  I had no lungs after all.  Peculiar.  I was wrapped in something that felt like a body bag, and I had a sense of my shape being wrong.  I didn’t feel like an “orb”.  I tried to move but found no sense of the spy units thrusters.  Instead, I “wiggled” and seemed quite pliable for a mechanical device.

     And the touch!   

     The feel of rubbing around the inside of the bag was extremely sexual.  As if the whole surface of my body were penis, and nipple, and tongue.  I didn’t really have a sense of taste though, or smell.  Then I heard something, or rather sensed noises through my “skin”.  It was almost exactly like hearing except for a slight tingle in my “skin” when noises were particularly loud.

     “Cool it, Kat.  I just wanted to download the latest drivers.”  A young woman complained.

     “I just wanted to see it.  That’s all.   I can’t believe you bought one!  Rich bitch!”  Another jabbed.

     “I wish.  I’ll never be able to pay off my credit card balance.”

I heard the ruffling of pages.

“The manual says it has an artificial nervous system designed to react for my pleasure!” Both girls tittered at this.  They sounded awfully young, and awfully loud.  I decided to listen in.

     “It even has a spy cam for…oh my God…erotic home movies! Eeeeeeew!”

     “So you gonna make a movie for Todd?  You web slut.”

     “Shut up!  Now way. He has a girlfriend anyway. I didn’t even know it came with that. But listen...the synth protein cartridges are heated for the feeling of a natural climax.  And it even has speech synth if you want it sound like your lover.  Man that’s creepy.”

     “I’ll tell Todd to start recording.”

     “You stay away from him, or I’ll start flirting with your little brother again.”

     “Jesus, not that mess again.  Say, when are you going to return that PDA?”

     “Well, it’s a nice one, but you’re right I shouldn’t keep it.  I’ll return it and that funny camera ball in the morning.  I tried to catch up with that woman after the lecture, but she had already taken a cab.  I couldn’t pass up her free network access though.  My comp’s been down all week.”

     “Okay thief.  See ya’ later.  Have fun with your new toy, I’m of to tease the real thing.”

     I heard the heavy thudding of enormous footfalls.   They drifted away, a huge door open and closed.  What was going on?  It sounded like Sarah had left her PDA behind after the lecture, and two girls had found it.  What had they done with the Spy drone?  What had I downloaded into?

     I felt the strange pressure of several huge pliable cylinders wrap around me through my “body bag”.  I panicked and decided to retreat back into the PDA, but I was shocked by the sensation of being “unplugged”.  It was like a part of my body was removable, and had been popped off.  It was strangely sexual, and almost like being painlessly castrated.  But that too was a bad analogy as I felt a sexual sensation all over my form.  I heard the roar of ripping Velcro and was temporarily blinded by artificial light.  I was being removed from my wrapping by two giant hands!

     My vision adjusted and I found I could see quite well, although it was a bit blurry.  I didn’t have much depth perception, and my field of vision wasn’t as broad as my human eyes.  There was also a peculiar distortion around the edges of sight that was like looking through a fish-eye lens.  What I focused on first though left me simultaneously chagrined and aroused. I was looking at an opened and empty box labeled “Love Python; the living cybernetic soulmate that adjusts for your pleasure.”

     I was inside an electronic sex toy!

     Judging from the picture on the box I must have been a foot long synthetic penis with ribs and bumps around my head!

     I was turned to face my captor.  She was about twenty, with a fair complexion, bordering an unhealthy pale.  She had short black hair, and dark brown eyes.  I could only see her face and neck so far, but I could tell from her subtly round features that her build at least wasn’t skinny. Her nose was a bit thin and ever so slightly hooked, but it was actually attractive.  In other circumstances I would have found her cute.  She was a very real looking every day young lady, not a cookie cutter swimsuit model.  These days with genetic alterations and cheap surgeries, that was rare.  I felt guilty even thinking these thoughts, she was after all about fourteen years younger than me, but my physical sensation was that she was squeezing my penis and holding my entire body in her hot grip.

She had a soulful look in her eyes, that while not outright sad, spoke to me of someone that was lonely most of the time.  The slight rings under her eyes betrayed sleepless nights that I imagined were spent pondering personal issues, and not partying or studying.  She frowned over me, and I felt a tiny bit of perspiration from her palm start to coat me.  I could feel the faint throbbing of her pulse through her skin, it was quickening.  Her breathing sounded a bit odd too.  I got the impression she was very nervous, yet aroused.  I also could see by the intensity of her wide pupils that I was what was making her feel that way.  I have to admit that I was extremely turned on by this situation, though I was also terrified.  This young girl of twenty had my life in her hands.  I had to communicate with her.

“Hmm.  What should I name you? Richard maybe?  Pete?”  Her voice was soft, yet sultry.  It had a certain confidence that was lacking moments ago when she was talking with the other girl.  She had said something about a voice module.  I wondered if I could access it.  I concentrated on thinking my ideas into a voice.

“Please, be careful.  I’m a living person, trapped inside this device.  I beg you, please hook me back up to the PDA so I can return to my real body.”  I was startled to hear my thoughts come out as words.  It didn’t sound like my voice at all though.  It was more husky, and macho.  My new speaking voice had the feel of B-movie hunk.  It didn’t feel like I was speaking though.  Instead, each word uttered caused a vibration in what felt like a combination of the middle of my throat and my penis.  My own words were making me more aroused!  The girl’s mouth dropped open in surprise when I spoke.  Then she narrowed her eyes and grinned impishly.

“Oh!  You must be one of the free sample personalities that were supposed be included.  You sound sexy.  I like this.  A little man trapped inside my toy?  Mmmmmm.”

I was shocked when two giant fingertips came down onto my head/penis tip and began rubbing it playfully.  I was overcome by sexual impulses!  I felt my head, which no longer had a skull inside it, throbbing and expanding.  I moaned with pleasure, and I was embarrassed to find that the sound was played out loud through my voice module.

“You like that, huh stud?  What’s your name?  maybe if you treat me nice I’ll help you.”

I could tell by her tone that she was just getting turned on by the fantasy personality she imagined had been programmed into her toy.  She didn’t believe for an instant that I was an actual human being.

“If you don’t make me happy, I can just delete you and download a new man.  I’d hate to be in your position.”

Good Lord!  It was true.  She could just wipe me from the device’s memory. What a cold way to die!  Being erased as old, useless data!  I panicked and trembled in her grip.  This made her smile.

“Save the vibrator function for when I put you to work, hon.”

I found myself being dropped onto her bed, which was like falling twenty feet onto thick sea of comforter.  From my angle I could see her rise from the bed, and I felt the world rock a moment as the mattress springs adjusted to the weight change.  She stepped into view and I could see most of her body.

My suspicions were correct. She had an endomorphic build, that wasn’t fat at all, though she had a wonderfully round posterior.  She was wearing a black dress and black hose.  She began to slip out of her dress, which dropped to the floor.  Her black undergarments were very plain and their dark contrast made her skin look a stark white, save for the occasional freckle or birthmark.  She wasn’t overweight, but I noticed a tiny bit of roundness to her belly that was cute.  She began to peel off her stockings, lifting one foot to the bed right in front of me.  I saw three huge toes rammed right in front of my face as the world shook.  Her feet were huge to my scale, but they were well shaped and attractive.  Her legs were actually better defined than I expected, not much fat at all, actually they were muscular.  They were smooth and I wanted to touch them desperately.  She fiddled with her bra awkwardly and let it drop off her, revealing two large breasts that seemed to expand when released.  The giant nipples stared down at me like a pair of wild eyes.  I wanted to rub myself against her nipples with my face/cock tip, but was helpless on the bed, paralyzed.   I knew a sense of guilt at these thoughts, but my desire was out of control.

“Please. I’m not a program.  I’m the victim of an experiment gone wrong.  My consciousness was downloaded into this device by mistake.”  I pleaded.

She bit her lip and stifled a laugh, while squirming out of her tight panties.  I saw her curly bush, and was transfixed by the sight of her sex.  Was that to be my destination?  My reason for living until deletion?

“I have to admit, this role playing program is really getting me turned on.  I may keep you awhile.  I asked you before, what’s your name?”

She slipped onto the bed and grabbed me as she rolled onto her back.  I was dangled above her face, staring into her now reddening lips.  I couldn’t think.  I was hypnotized by her tongue, her white teeth.  I snapped out of it.

“Charles.  My name is Charles River.  I’m a scientist.  I was supposed to transmit my mind to my wife’s computer.  You have to notify my wife.  She can help restore me.”

“Well Charles, I’ve never been with a man before…well, not really.  There was one time, but I don’t really count it.  Your body is supposed to feel just like the real thing.  Are you as excited as I am?”

“I’m scared.  Please.  You hold my life in you hands, all my hopes and dreams and future.”

“That’s so sexy Charles.  Don’t worry, I won’t hurt a sweetheart like you.”

I was lowered to her lips which kissed my entire bald head. Then they started to wrap themselves around me and crawl up my form.  I felt the wet heat from inside her mouth rising over me.  I grazed the tip of a tooth and my vision was engulfed in darkness.  I was aware of a giant sloshing mass massaging my face/penis tip.  It was her tongue.  She began sucking.  It was like she was sucking the life right out of me, and it felt good.  I wanted her to devour me, to eat me whole.  Outside her mouth her fingers rubbed sensuously over my form.  I couldn’t help myself.  I was building up to climax.

“Please!  Stop.  I’m old enough to be your father.  I’m a married man.”

My words were mostly muffled, but she giggled as they vibrated through her mouth.  From deep within me, a sexual atomic bomb went off.  I exploded with the hot magma of my lust, shooting my load into her mouth.  She squeaked in surprise and dropped me.  I slapped down against the bare flesh of her breast and rolled across a hardening nipple.  I came to rest between her breasts, staring upside down at the bottom of her chin.  A red goo was splattered al around her mouth and she was licking it off.

“Mmmm.  You taste good.  Too bad real men don’t shoot raspberry jam out, or I could get addicted to this.”

I felt a little tired, spent, but it was mostly psychological.  I felt an artificial sense of energy return to me.  I was ready for action again.

“Keep your motor running Charles.  I want to switch cartridges.  I don’t want food inside me, after all.”

She sat up and I rolled into her lap, my face lying in the shaggy rug of her bush.  I felt her grab me and heard the rustling of fingers rummaging through a box.  I heard a crinkle and tearing of a wrapper, and then I felt an awful coldness as something on my lower end opened up and exposed my insides to the world.  I felt two giant fingertips work their way inside me.

“No!  Please!  Don’t kill me.  Don’t take me apart.  I’m alive.  I’ll do anything you want.”

“Oh hush.  I’m just reloading you with the saline compound.”

The fingertips squeezed around something big inside me and I felt a huge chunk of my insides being ripped out.  It wasn’t at all painful, but I felt empty and hurting to be filled up again.  It was only for a moment, but it felt like an eternity. Then I felt my body brutally invaded by a foreign object. It was mechanical, and cold, rammed deep inside me.  Something clicked in my body and I felt a weird connection take place.  The alien object became an extension of me.  I felt it.  Slowly it began to fill me with warmth again.

“There, reloaded and ready for action.” 

My captor brought me up to a nipple and began to rub my face/cock head around it.  I wanted desperately to suck it, but I had no mouth.  The huge nipple rolled around my face, taunting me.  I felt thin trickles of slime ooze out of my only or orifice.  I was getting ready to blow again.

“Ah, that feels nice.”

She shuddered and murmured something through closed lips.  I noticed her other hand was busy elsewhere, unseen.  She was shaking, and I knew she was pleasuring herself.

“Please.  This is wrong.  I’m helpless and at your mercy, but I don’t want to take advantage of you.  Please.   Call my wife.  Call her right away.  I won’t tell her anything about this.  I won’t tell anyone.”

“Nuh-uh.  You belong to me now.  I’m your wife now.  I’m all ready for you.”

I was dragged down over her stomach and through her pubic pelt.  My face was buried in the folds of her sex.  I found myself enraged by the lack of smell.  If I was to be forced into this, I wanted to fully experience it.  I gave up on the feelings of guilt.  This was out of my hands and I wanted to fully be part of it.  I might be deleted soon, and my last moments on earth should at least be pleasurable.  I hungered for the sensation of smell and taste!

My vision became blurred and then entirely blotted by hot sticky flesh.  I was being swallowed head first into what was like a tight but slowly expanding sack of soft fleshy folds.  I was thrust in and out repeatedly until I was dizzy, and insane with the need for release.  I should have come by now!  What was wrong?

I felt her shudder, and heard her moan.

“Tell me that you love me.  Love me now!”  She shrieked.

“I love you!  I love you!  May God forgive me!”  I screamed.  The words vibrated through me and stimulated us both!  Suddenly my body began to shudder all over, and the bumps and ribs on my form began to pulse and writhe.  I began to thrash against my will like some crazed giant worm!  It must have been some automatic programmed response inside this artificial body.  I felt a giant fingertip probe my lower end, which was still entirely outside this girl’s hungry body.  Something snapped into place.  I think she flicked switch, but the effect was that I achieved orgasm at the same time she did.  I shot my love spray deep into her and felt it wash back over me, coating my already slimy form.  She screamed, but I couldn’t make out words.  Then after being inside a female body-quake, her grip around me relaxed.  She left me inside her for awhile.  I’m not sure how long, ten minutes maybe?  She had closed her legs tightly around me.  Then she slid me out and carried me to a sink and began washing me in warm water.  She rubbed me with her fingers, lubricated by soap.  It was like being masturbated, only now I couldn’t climax.  I thought my brain would burst into flames from my need for release.

“I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.”  I moaned.

“You are a weird program mister.  I think I need to try something else.  This apology stuff is turning me way off.”

She dried me in a towel and was carrying me back toward the PDA on her desk.

“No!  I’m a living person!  My name is Charles River!   My wife’s name is Sarah Rivers!  She gave a lecture at this campus!  My mind was trapped inside her PDA!  You have to help me!”

My captor froze.

“This is crazy.  No.  No way.”  I could tell that she believed me, but didn’t want to.  “No!”

She hurled me across the room and I smacked against the wall hard!  It didn’t hurt, but I was stunned beyond any ability to even think.  I was on the carpeted floor staring across at the girls feet.  They looked unsteady, like she was going to pass out.  Then they made their way toward me.  She prodded me with her toes.

“Hey.  Hey, Charles.  Are you…functional?”  She inquired meekly.

“I think so.  Please, don’t hurt me.  I don’t want to die.  Let me be a man again.”

I felt her fingers wrap around me, then I was dropped back to the floor without warning.

“Oh God.   You can feel can’t you.  I’m touching your…oh God.  I just used you for…this is impossible.”

She fell to her knees and gaped down at me.  Her face was horror stricken.  I managed to briefly explain my experiment and what had happened.  Fortunately, being a student of computer neural science she followed what I said, and believed it.

“I don’t know what to do.”  She wept.  “If anyone finds out…I raped a married man-“  She was bawling now. “I’m already a freak here.  Everyone else looks like a damned Barbie doll.  My parents didn’t believe in genetic tailoring, now no one gives me a chance.  I’m ugly.  The only ugly girl on campus!  I have to make love to a toy, alone on a Friday night.  My life is ruined.”

“No sweetie.  No.   Nobody has to know.  I shouldn’t tell you this, but I find you beautiful.  In a way I enjoyed what happened.  But I have a wife.  I need to get back to her.”

She wiped away her tears, and composed herself.

“Nobody has to know.  I’m sorry Charles.  I’m really sorry.”

She picked me up and I couldn’t tell exactly what was going on, but I was very afraid.

“Goodbye Charles.  Nobody every touched me like that before.  Thank you.”

I wanted to scream but I felt my life slipping away into blackness.

THE END

Wait a minute.  I was still alive.  I couldn’t see, or feel anything, but I could hear.  It was an ambient sound, with faint electronic buzzing.

“Charles?  Charles are you alright?  Can you hear me?” It was Sarah!  My wife!

“Yes!   Yes I can hear you!”  I heard my own voice, it was distorted, and electronic sounding.

“You’re in my PDA Charles.  It has a microphone and a speaker, so we can talk.  A student returned you to me with a  note saying you were trapped inside.  She didn’t tell me any details.  Oh Charles how could you take such a stupid risk!  What if I’d lost you forever?”

“I’m sorry dear.  I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, consider me surprised.  My husband and the love of my life is just a  bunch of data on my PDA.  Not even a face to look at. Can you even feel me Charles?”

“No.”  I admitted sadly.

“Of course not.  There’s no touch sensory apparatus.  Damn.”

“Download me into the spy unit.  Then I can see you, and experience touch as well.”

“No.  No, I don’t think so.  You’ve been bad and need to be punished.  I have an interesting idea.   I’m going to shut you off for a few minutes while I put my technical skills to work.  Good thing I’ve got my tools.”

I protested but with the flick of a switch my brain was turned off.  Then it seemed just as suddenly I was aware of sounds again.

“Hi dear, enjoy your nap?” My wife taunted.

“No.  It was just like blacking out for a moment.  Are we home yet?”

“No.  My flights been delayed two days due to weather.  I’ve been busying myself though.  Remember the foot massager you bought me for Christmas?”

“Yes. So?”

“I’ve cannibalized the spy drone and used the parts to upgrade it.”  I couldn’t see her, but I could tell from that tone she was grinning ear to ear.  “Enjoy the ride.”

I felt myself being sucked into a strange dark place, my virtual sense of body was breaking apart and flowing like water into various containers.  I was data.  Data that was flowing into a new structure.  There was light.  I could see, but what I saw was strange.

My body was a very sensitive surface made up of many bumps on a flat plane.  I could see straight ahead, but what I saw was a ceiling, so I must have been lying on my “back”.  I felt a little cold too.  I also noticed faint smell in the air…it was my wife’s favorite perfume.  I could even taste the perfume a bit like a bittersweet mist.  I was tasting it all over, especially through all the bumps covering my body.  They were like taste buds, and nostrils combined.  They felt very sensitive too.

The ceiling scrolled over a bit and then rose further away.  I felt myself lowered quickly.  Then I saw my wife’s face looking down at me.  She was high above, and she was grinning alright.  She was so beautiful, her hair was like a field of golden wheat, her eyes were blue sapphires.   I was so glad to see her again!  I instinctively tried to get up off the floor to embrace her, but I couldn’t move.

“Honey!  Something’s wrong!   I can’t move!”  My voice was a synthetic squeak.

“I know.  Isn’t that delicious?”  She sounded drunk with power.  I have to admit it really turned me on.

She leaned back out of view, and I heard two large objects thump onto the floor.  Then two huge feet floated into view, they were still in stockings.  The feet came down onto my body and blotted out most of the view.  They felt so warm and soft!   I never wanted them to go away.  I could taste the saltiness of sweat from them, I could smell their aroma, the scent of my wife.  I could feel her toes and heel rubbing against my…my God!  Each of my sensory bumps also had the sensation of being a penis!  I was covered with penises, and tongues!  My wife was rubbing her feet all over what felt like my face and multiple penises at the same time!  I couldn’t speak, but a kind of gibberish poured from my voice synthesizer.

“Do you like that Charlie?  I hope so.  Because until we get back home and you go back into your body, you’re on foot detail.”

She activated something, and against my will I felt all of those penis/taste-buds swell, throb, expand and contract.  They pushed in between her toes, rubbed her soles, pressed up against her heel.  I was making love to my wife’s giant feet through an ever changing array of pulsing penises.  I remembered buying the electric foot massager for her, and how she complained that now I wouldn’t rub her feet for her anymore.  Now I couldn’t dream of doing anything else.

What was so great about being human anyhow?

THE REAL END!