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'''[[Stories/Natalie Bayer|Natalie Bayer]]'''<br>
'''[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]'''<br>
Stories: 44
Stories: 14


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'''[[Halloween Short]]'''
'''[[Tinted Windows]]'''


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The naked woman opened her mouth and two long, sharp, and copper coated fangs jutted out of her upper canines. She sprung forward and tilted her head perfectly to allow her fangs to sink into the skin on the robot’s neck. A fast but potent electrical pulse washed over the maintenance droids body. The bot’s eyes flashed open the moment the fangs hit her but her eyes rolled up in her head as the electrical pulse shorted out most of the systems in her body. A whisp of smoke already escaping the artificial tear duct as the robot collapsed into the naked woman’s arms.
Just thinking back to some of Ashleigh Treigh’s performances; if you’d seen her, you’d know what I’m talking about. No machine could ever be that good. Were its wires filled with the adrenaline of that first moment on stage? Did it have a heart that could beat in rhythm with the music? Did the whispers of the crowd move this robot? Could it sense the audience’s excitement and draw energy from it? Was it capable of feeling goosebumps cascade across its plastic flesh when the audience cheered it? Could it feel the exhilaration after a perfectly executed performance? Did it have a sense of utter fulfillment and satisfaction and contentment when the night was over and the lights went off, when the seats were empty and the crowds were gone?


She guided her gently to the ground, letting her teeth retract from the neck of the home droid. She wasted no time in disconnecting the power cable from the wall and then slipped both hands into the collar of the T-shirt. With powerful robotic strength, she split the shirt in half and revealed a bra free chest, a small panel open above the breasts with the power cable sticking out. The vampire pulled the cable free and tossed it aside before digging her claw like fingernails into the skin on the robot’s chest and spreading it apart. It was more resilient in some of the area’s where the synthetic flesh was thicker but eventually it all gave way and flopped to either side of the poor robot’s torso.
As I’ve explained, I had serious doubts as soon as I was informed of the extraordinary last-minute change in cast. Especially after the director accidentally spilled the beans that her maintenance schedule conflicted with her performances, so it had been decided by management that the routine maintenance was to be postponed. Well, the moment I laid eyes on the two-bit manufactured madam, all of my misgivings seemed very well founded.


Below the flesh had been a comically thin piece of clear plastic lending some small rib like shaping to the skin and containing the mass of cables, wires, and circuitry. The vampiric woman gripped the plastic and tugged it out of her torso, cracking it and shattering it into small pieces. Some tumbled into the robot’s open body and others simply scattered about the room. Without a moment of hesitation, the vampire began pushing aside components inside the woman until she found what she needed. A slight blue glow emanated from a status light on the power cell. The vampire let her tongue slide over her lips as she spied it. She wasted no time in attempting to extract it. Mostly because her current power supply was critically low. She unceremoniously tugged the unit out of the inert robot’s body. It took a few tugs, each of which caused the damaged robot’s body to jerk and flail, the fleshy flaps waving up and down. Finally, the cables snapped and in a shower of sparks that illuminated the entire dark room, the power cell came free.
She was made-up to resemble Ashleigh Treigh from a distance. Same slim build, long legs, thin neck. The short blond hair was done up in a tight ponytail. The hair was stretched back to reveal a smooth and barren forehead, and unlike Treigh’s, it wasn’t creased by lines of life and worry. It was devoid of thought, experience.
 
And her eyes were dead, like marbles sitting in plastic cups. No focus, no flicker of intelligence. No curiosity, no dazzle, no sparkle of vitality. This was not Ashleigh Treigh.
 
And in the performance, everything unfolded more or less as I has foreseen. I couldn’t predict the details, but I just knew something terrible was going to happen.
 
I remember standing with her behind the two-story high curtains. I knew that in moments, after the introduction was complete, the curtains would part like the thighs of a beautiful young mother, about to give birth to my career.
 
“Why are you shaking?” The faux-Ashleigh Treigh had asked me. It seemed like the machine was accusing me of weakness, of being soft. That’s never a problem, I guess, if you’re made out of metal.
 
I don’t remember how I replied.
 
Anyway.
 
Everything went off fine until the Intermission.
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Featured Author - March

Bruekmann
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Story of the week:
Tinted Windows

View past Author's of the Month

Just thinking back to some of Ashleigh Treigh’s performances; if you’d seen her, you’d know what I’m talking about. No machine could ever be that good. Were its wires filled with the adrenaline of that first moment on stage? Did it have a heart that could beat in rhythm with the music? Did the whispers of the crowd move this robot? Could it sense the audience’s excitement and draw energy from it? Was it capable of feeling goosebumps cascade across its plastic flesh when the audience cheered it? Could it feel the exhilaration after a perfectly executed performance? Did it have a sense of utter fulfillment and satisfaction and contentment when the night was over and the lights went off, when the seats were empty and the crowds were gone?

As I’ve explained, I had serious doubts as soon as I was informed of the extraordinary last-minute change in cast. Especially after the director accidentally spilled the beans that her maintenance schedule conflicted with her performances, so it had been decided by management that the routine maintenance was to be postponed. Well, the moment I laid eyes on the two-bit manufactured madam, all of my misgivings seemed very well founded.

She was made-up to resemble Ashleigh Treigh from a distance. Same slim build, long legs, thin neck. The short blond hair was done up in a tight ponytail. The hair was stretched back to reveal a smooth and barren forehead, and unlike Treigh’s, it wasn’t creased by lines of life and worry. It was devoid of thought, experience.

And her eyes were dead, like marbles sitting in plastic cups. No focus, no flicker of intelligence. No curiosity, no dazzle, no sparkle of vitality. This was not Ashleigh Treigh.

And in the performance, everything unfolded more or less as I has foreseen. I couldn’t predict the details, but I just knew something terrible was going to happen.

I remember standing with her behind the two-story high curtains. I knew that in moments, after the introduction was complete, the curtains would part like the thighs of a beautiful young mother, about to give birth to my career.

“Why are you shaking?” The faux-Ashleigh Treigh had asked me. It seemed like the machine was accusing me of weakness, of being soft. That’s never a problem, I guess, if you’re made out of metal.

I don’t remember how I replied.

Anyway.

Everything went off fine until the Intermission.


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