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'''[[A Gift Of Maternal Love]]'''
'''[[We Have a Private Wing, But The Ambulances Aren't Real]]'''


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"I know... Sarah, override command, pause."
There is a faint crack.


Sarah suddenly shudders to a halt, before slowly leaning back in her chair as her body determines a stable position to rest in and avoid falling from, her warm smile ending in a pair of lifeless deep blue eyes as a few disjointed syllables issue from her slightly opened lips. "You... shhh... sp... aww... "
There is a visible crack in the glass window.


Peter calmly eats his meal, his ersatz mom quietly staring at the ceiling as if noticing something of interest other than evenly painted ceiling was on the... well... ceiling. After a bit, he wipes his face and hands with a napkin on the table and shifts his chair to face her. He reaches his hands over to Sarah Sen's dress, making to unbutton the front of it... and pauses. For some reason, that face was making him feel a bit uneasy about doing this. Was this what Dr Saulomon had meant when he warned him against basing this unit on his actual mom, even one distilled from a half-mix of reality and interpolations from all angles?
As a pane of the glass shatters, Eliz Halen falls on her back, a look of shock on her face at the bullet that has entered dead center through her forehead.


He takes a deep breath. He'd done this dozens of times, this was no different, right? Peter proceeds to undo the pearl buttons on her dress front, eventually revealing a pair of braless, chunky orbs topped with big warmed pink nipples. He takes another deep breath - they were even bigger than Akane's tits, and at least he had the valid excuse of it being necessary for Sarah's intended purpose.
Goren gets a handle on the situation that has just been created, diving down behind one of the sofas, as another two bullets come into the house, this time impacting into the two fake Eliz units you have just conveyed into the house. They shake a little, but nothing happens except a bit of flying hair as the bullets prove too weak to penetrate their brain cases.


Peter puts his hands on the giant mammaries, feeling the F-cups smoosh subtly under them. Not empty spaces, actual functional breasts - He'd initially gone for the standard "mommy machine" mods that acted like simple refillable tanks, but then he found Sarah falling down after a barely a full day of busy work. Given that she might need to work overnight and a few more hours till coming home at lunchtime after the next shift arrived, this was unacceptable.
Somehow, Goren still has time to care for you, motioning for you to hide behind the kitchen isle, which you do. Two more shots ring out, but with a slightly different lower timbre... and then the fake Elizes shudder violently, both heads erupting in a tragic waste of greenish brain gel, shattered high-depth memory panes, and assorted quality parts ruined by sheer kinetic violence.


The F-cups he'd swapped in did two different jobs. A self-sterilizing capillary matrix parked in front of a pair of normal D-cup soft cells served as a safe storage space for about two gallons of synthetic breast milk, the original nipples replaced with a luxury model that could function very much like real female nipples both in appearance and workings.
One eyeball lands next to you, causing you to scream in fear, even as the sniper returns to using smaller bullets to ping the entire place into a killzone. Goren motions at you to stand by for new orders while he furiously taps on his communicator, reading the screen briefly. "When the shutters close off, they'll give us protection from the sniper's view. They want us to evacuate Ms Halen in that small window of time and get into our eko-van to get back to base."
 
"Where I presume we'll get mocked for our failure. Goren, sir, look. they destroyed the product we delivered. they killed the client's wife. I'm sure carrying out a dead body will help redeem us in no small measure." I mockingly yelp.
 
"Enemies... sssso many enem-enemies out there." A familiar voice warped through critical damage to some vocal circuitry comes on between the two of us. "no-buuuuullll causecausecause sus sus sus need help need help help me me..."
 
I glance down and wince as I realise something else about the whole fracas. This job will DEFINITELY drive me insane.
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Story of the week:
We Have a Private Wing, But The Ambulances Aren't Real

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There is a faint crack.

There is a visible crack in the glass window.

As a pane of the glass shatters, Eliz Halen falls on her back, a look of shock on her face at the bullet that has entered dead center through her forehead.

Goren gets a handle on the situation that has just been created, diving down behind one of the sofas, as another two bullets come into the house, this time impacting into the two fake Eliz units you have just conveyed into the house. They shake a little, but nothing happens except a bit of flying hair as the bullets prove too weak to penetrate their brain cases.

Somehow, Goren still has time to care for you, motioning for you to hide behind the kitchen isle, which you do. Two more shots ring out, but with a slightly different lower timbre... and then the fake Elizes shudder violently, both heads erupting in a tragic waste of greenish brain gel, shattered high-depth memory panes, and assorted quality parts ruined by sheer kinetic violence.

One eyeball lands next to you, causing you to scream in fear, even as the sniper returns to using smaller bullets to ping the entire place into a killzone. Goren motions at you to stand by for new orders while he furiously taps on his communicator, reading the screen briefly. "When the shutters close off, they'll give us protection from the sniper's view. They want us to evacuate Ms Halen in that small window of time and get into our eko-van to get back to base."

"Where I presume we'll get mocked for our failure. Goren, sir, look. they destroyed the product we delivered. they killed the client's wife. I'm sure carrying out a dead body will help redeem us in no small measure." I mockingly yelp.

"Enemies... sssso many enem-enemies out there." A familiar voice warped through critical damage to some vocal circuitry comes on between the two of us. "no-buuuuullll causecausecause sus sus sus need help need help help me me..."

I glance down and wince as I realise something else about the whole fracas. This job will DEFINITELY drive me insane.


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