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Pumpkin (dg,mc)
The beautiful brunette awoke feeling odd. She was alone, lying down on the rug in a bedroom that wasn’t hers. Her surroundings were vaguely familiar, but she felt pretty confused. As the slumber left her eyes, she started feeling more alert, and more frightened. Something was really wrong. She realized with fear that she didn’t remember where she was, or how she got there. But the more she tried to dig into her memories, the more frightened she became. With terror, she realized that she didn’t even remember her name!
She stood up and walked around the bedroom. She was naked, which wasn’t her main concern given the circumstances but it certainly added to her discomfort. She didn’t remember her name, but somehow she knew that she didn’t use to sleep in the nude.
She walked to a full body mirror and contemplated herself. She was a beautiful young woman, she must be between 27 and 30. She was in a pretty good shape, with a flat stomach, well-formed long legs, and a firm bubble bottom. Her eyes looked at her own breast. Her tits were big and firm, but oddly contemplating them she felt a strange shyness overwhelming her.
New waves of memories flooded her mind, and she learned something new about herself. She was shy about her body. Picture after picture of herself posing in front of mirrors came to her mind, making her realize that she always wore conservative, demure clothes to hide her curves. Along with the images, came the emotional memories, and she knew she hated that men stared at her, especially at her breast.
She hated their undisguised lust, and most of all she hated being seen as an object. She was much more than that. She didn’t quite remember what, but she knew she was smart, and educated, and she deserved much more than being seen as an eye candy for lustful men. And the women, she remembered the looks that some women gave her and shivered. They were jealous and despiteful at the same time. They silently questioned her success, attributing it to her body instead of her mind and hard work. They thought that she was a slut, only because she had the body, but she wasn’t one. She was almost the opposite.
She felt anger and a strong urge to get dressed. Suddenly she couldn’t stand to be naked anymore. She started looking around in the bedroom and in the closet for something to wear, but she could only find men’s clothes.
“What am I doing naked in a man’s bedroom?”, she asked herself.
She finally put on a green sweatshirt with a university logo, along with some gray sweatpants. Both garments were too big for her, but they covered her body, and she managed to keep the pants from falling down thanks to the string that they had to tie around her waist.
She felt more confident now that she was dressed, but she resumed the search for her own clothes. She hoped that they help her remember. “I probably have an Id with my clothes or in a handbag”, she thought with hope.
“They must be somewhere, I surely didn’t arrive here naked. They must be under the covers, or probably in the bathroom”,
After a few minutes, she was convinced with despair that probably her clothes were outside the room. It was so unlikely for her to get undressed outside the bedroom. She was puzzled and started to feel frightened again, so she tried to calm herself. She was in the bathroom and out of habit, she grabbed a brush and started combing her hair. She instinctively knew how to comb it to her best advantage.
“Why can I remember how to comb my hair, and what clothes I like and dislike, and not even remember my name?”, she thought bitterly, but calmer that she would expect given her situation.
She looked at her image on the bathroom mirror once more. Somehow she knew that the owner of the sweatshirt was someone she was acquainted with. She felt something pleasant looking at the university logo in it. “It is probably my alma-mater”, she thought.
She marched to the bedroom door and hesitated for a few seconds. For all she knew, she could have been kidnapped or drugged. Maybe they were outside waiting for her to kill her or something.
“No. It doesn’t make sense. They could have killed me while I was sleeping. And I am not in a stranger’s house. I know this house, and this sweatshirt belongs to somebody I know. Maybe I had an accident or consumed a drug. I hope it didn’t permanently damage my brain.”
She decided that she was probably safe in that house and she needed to get outside of that room. She wanted to get to more familiar surroundings in order to help her mind to remember. She had successfully suppressed her panic, but she desperately needed to know more about herself, to remember more.
Part 2
“Wow! Look at you!”, said a man that was sat in the living room. “I am impressed. You even found yourself something to wear. That is so you”, he said smiling cheerfully.
She was startled by his voice. She looked at him trying to find answers. He was around her own age. They could have been classmates at the university or something, all in all, he was pretty familiar to her.
She smiled back at him, more out of social reflex than of a real feeling. She had sensed something odd about his smile. It wasn’t a warm smile, she sensed that it was not a sincere smile for a friend. It was more like an amused smile.
She shivered at the thought of depending on a man that she felt so distant when she was living her hardest hour. She sighed resigned; after all, she didn’t have any other choices.
“Excuse me…. I… “, she was hesitating, trying to decide if revealing her current mental state was the wisest thing to do, but she couldn’t think of another way. She really needed his help, so she decided to compromise by being sincere but concealing the extent of her amnesia.
“I.. don’t remember how I got here…”
“That is not important pumpkin”
“Pumpkin”, she thought, and that nickname kept spinning in her mind for several seconds.
“He must be my husband, no, not my husband, otherwise there would be woman’s clothes in the bedroom closet. No, he is probably my boyfriend”, she thought while faint, confusing memories came to her mind. She felt something for him, but the emotions were all mixed up.
She decided she could trust that man.
“Something must have hit my head because there are things that I don’t remember now… Please don’t freak out… but what’s your name?”
He laughed briefly. Oddly she could perceive great excitement in his smile. She didn’t feel the concern and sympathy that she expected. No, instead, his face expressed a mix of amazement, amusement, and…. and satisfaction?.
“My name is not important Pumpkin. You must call me sir”
“Yes sir”, she said without thinking, and immediately regretted it.
“Come on girl”, she thought to herself, “You must get a grip, show some control of the situation”.
But she quickly became distracted. The way he was openly staring at her was making her feel embarrassed. With one hand she pulled the collar of her sweatshirt up, to assure that her tits were fully covered, and with the other she grabbed the waist of her sweatpants, preventing any kind of accident.
“Can you drive me home, please”, she said feeling more and more uncomfortable under his stare. She also hoped that her home and belongings could spark the memories to return.
“This is your home now Pumpkin”, he said.
It wasn’t a welcome, or an invitation, it was more the simple statement of a fact.
“No, it isn’t”, she thought, but she couldn’t verbalize it.
“Now step over the coffee table and take off your clothes”
She looked at him like he was crazy or something. “What is he thinking, he must know that I would never do that”.
But much to her amazement and embarrassment, her body thought otherwise. She walked to the coffee table in the center of the living room and graciously stepped over the low table. She was blushing with embarrassment, but in spite of that, she took off her shirt and handed it to him. She immediately covered her tits with her arms, ashamed of her actions and of her own docility.
“No Pumpkin! No covering. Put your hands by your side… that’s it. Now, remember: You should never cover your tits in my presence. Understood?”
She nodded shyly. He contemplated her for a minute; she looked really cute, her face and shoulders were completely red, and she was biting her lower lip nervously. All her mind was now concentrated on her partial nudity, her amnesia and other concerns were relegated to a distant second place while her shyness overwhelmed her senses. It became even worse as her hands, with a will of their own, started pulling her pants down.
“Please, Sir… make me stop…”, she said in a very low voice while looking at the floor ashamed of being under his control. She had always been a strong woman. She didn’t remember the facts, but she did know that she was a successful, strong-willed, independent woman. But now she felt that the only way to stop her shameful stripping, was to beg Sir to tell her so… to order her so, but he didn’t, and after a few seconds, she finally kicked the sweatpants in his direction.
She tried to cover her pubic hair with her hands, but he said, “Hands by your side. The no-covering rule also applies to your pussy and ass”
She blushed but could not resist putting her arms by her side.
“Turn around… slowly”.
“What is happening to me? Why can’t I resist his orders?”, she thought bitterly while slowly gyrating so Sir could have a good look at every nook and cranny of her body. She felt completely ashamed, but even thru her overwhelming embarrassment that seemed to fill all her thoughts and senses, she was able to perceive a growing sensation coming from between her legs. She realized with shame that she was getting horny. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her exposure, or because she was being ordered around, or it was maybe the humiliation. All in all the arousal was undeniable.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Sir.
“Very good Pumpkin. You definitely have a great body. Now come and kneel in front of me”
She sensed what was coming and tried to fight against it. First trying to resist his order and then trying to negotiate.
“Please, sir. Not now… I am… er… not feeling well… you know…. Maybe another day….”
“Pumpkin. Don’t speak unless you are spoken to”
She tried to bargain, but she wasn’t able to talk anymore. She didn’t feel anything weird, simply her mouth didn’t obey her. Her whole body seemed to obey Sir first. She knelt just in front of Sir, who was still sit in a comfortable armchair. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. It was partially erect.
“Pumpkin. Give me a nice blowjob while I make some calls. I know you don’t have much experience, but you are a smart girl, so use your imagination and try with all your might to pleasure me”
She wanted to run, to kick him, to at least insult him, but she couldn’t do any of those things, instead, she started licking at his cock, from his balls and up to the tip. She tried to stop thinking about it, but her mind seemed to be dedicated to just one thing: imagining the best course of action to give Sir the most pleasurable blowjob ever. She started swallowing his cock and alternating it with long licks here and there. Her brain was hypersensitive to his responses and she adapted her moves, trying to improve the ones that got the better reactions from him.
He then dialed his phone. “Could you put me in line with Mr. Frank Lexter…. I am Tomas Muller”
“Tomas Muller… Tom!”, thought Pumpkin, a myriad of memories rushing to her mind. “He is my fiancé, and a scientist”
“Hi Frank”, said Tom. “She is finally here…. Yes … she is perfect…. Everything is working good so far… She is now giving me a long overdue blowjob, she looks amazing on her knees…you should see her tits bouncing as she swallows my dick over and over, it is quite a spectacle”
She felt outraged, how could her fiancé talk that way about her, as she was nothing more than a toy. It was as if she wasn’t there.
“Why should I care what Miriam thinks about this? She doesn’t have a saying in this anymore”.
“Miriam!”, thought Pumpkin, “That is my name, I am Miriam”, the memories flowed to her mind again.
“I don’t care if the Sanders are powerful people; I am not doing anything wrong. She could feel uncomfortable about it, but that is not my problem.”
Tom seemed upset, while she was getting more excited. “I remember now! I am Miriam Sanders!”, she thought, but her mind couldn’t really dig deeper because she was dedicated in body and soul to make Tom come.
Frank said something on the other side of the line that broke Tom’s tension and made him laugh.
“Of course you can come and I will share my new toy with you. I may invite some of Miriam’s coworkers; I bet nobody will miss the chance, even with so short notice. We will have a little party it would be lots of fun…. Yes, she will be serving drinks nude… and maybe she performs for some of you… I know Miriam will hate it, but I don’t care and it would surely make for some interesting talk at the boring Neurona labs”
Pumpkin was humiliated beyond belief. She could not believe that her fiancé was going to show her to his and her coworkers like that. She tried to stop her ministrations, but she was physically unable to do it. If anything she was trying harder and harder to make Tom reach orgasm.
He finally hung up the phone, and soon he could not refrain his incoming orgasm anymore. He spurted his semen all over her face and tits.
“Leave it there”, he ordered, “From now on, you will only remove my semen when I order you to do so”
She nodded. She felt extremely aroused. She made a motion to stand up, but he said.
“Don’t move”
And she remained knelt. He then marched to the bathroom, leaving her alone with her thoughts. At first, all that she could think of was the semen that was dripping from her chin, and the crusts of drying semen that were slowly forming on her cheeks; but after a few minutes she achiveved some concentration and started remembering more and more details.
She was Miriam Sanders, she had a PhD in neuroscience. She worked at Neurona Labs, doing some research. Her fiancé was Tomas Muller, he was her classmate in an under graduated class, back in her days at Stanford University. He was also a scientist, but he was a specialist in robots or something like that.
She slowly remembered that they had dated in their College years. Then they separated.
“You may move now Pumpkin. Wash your face and go to the kitchen to prepare my lunch, I would like a…”
“Toasted sandwich of turkey and cheese, with Jalapeños but no prickles”, she said without thinking.
“Yes…”, he said surprised and thrilled. “I want exactly that”
“May I dress now Sir”, she tried to say Tom, but found it impossible, so she reverted to Sir.
“No Pumpkin, I like to see you nude, I don’t know if I will ever buy you clothes, they only get in the way”
She blushed and marched to the bathroom.
While she prepared his meal, she remembered more fragments of her life, like finding Tom by chance, years after College. She remembered how they started to date again. He was a gentleman, and he was in love with her. She remembered they moved together a year later, and they lived in her apartment, after all, she made more money and she always wanted to be in control.
The afternoon was pretty uneventful for her, if you obviate the fact that she was naked, she couldn’t do anything against Tom’s will, and worse of all, she was ignored. It was as if she was nothing more than an object for him, he didn’t even comment if he liked the meal or even the blowjob. To make things worse for her, at some point he even told her to freeze by the door.
And there she was naked and standing perfectly still when the guests started to arrive. The first guest was Frank, she recognized him as Tom’s friend and coworker. She had always thought that he appreciated her, but now instead of coming to her help, or at least acknowledge her as a human being, he simply asked Tom.
“Wow, It’s really her. May I touch?”
“Of course, be my guest”
He started to roam his hand all over her body, especially her tits, ass, and pussy, while she couldn’t even move. Still, her eyes and blush betrayed her embarrassment. Which only grew bigger when Frank noted, “She is really wet!” while laughing.
“I am going to pour me a drink”
Pumpkin thought that she could not be more embarrassed but then her own coworkers arrived, she knew otherwise. There was Lillian, the receptionist, Mark of accounting, and the tall skinny office boy. Fortunately, her research partners weren’t invited o couldn’t arrive.
Pumpkin felt disappointed at their lack of empathy. Surely they weren’t really close to her, and given their low rank, she could even have been a little rude to each of them, but their attitude towards her was one of complete contempt and amusement.
They laughed openly at her and joked that they always wanted to see her tits.
“You can even touch them now boys”, said Lillian, and watched amused as her coworkers complied.
Later, the guests were talking animatedly in the living room while Pumpkin served them drinks and offered them snacks completely naked.
She wanted to run from there. She was extremely ashamed and humiliated, but she could not disobey Tom. She was mostly silent, but Tom had ordered her to announce to all of them that her name was Pumpkin. Everybody laughed, and she felt so small, so inferior. She tried to say that her name was Miriam Sanders, but she couldn’t do so, as hard as she tried, she always ended saying that her name was Pumpkin.
At one corner of the room, Lillian was talking with Tom, “Miriam always criticized me for dressing too daring, so you can imagine that I am enjoying this party a lot. She also insinuated someday that I got my position by fucking the boss, so I can wait to see this bitch to perform for the office boy”.
To Pumpkin surprise, Tom laughed amused and ordered her to do exactly that.
So soon she was on her knees in the center of the living room giving head to the skanky office boy while Lillian and others cheered for him.
“How could everybody treat me like that?”, she thought bitterly without stopping her ministrations.
“Hey! She is dripping wet!”, said Lillian that was really enjoying the show.
Pumpkin blushed completely ashamed of her own reactions.
“OK Pumpkin, not everybody here is an exhibitionist as you, so go to the bathroom and service anyone that comes there. And Pumpkin don’t touch yourself down there”
She looked at him no believing his words and deeply blushing. Hadn’t she been humiliated enough? She remembered that she loved him and he loved her back, but now, she was not more than an object for him.
She obeyed, and spent the next couple of hours, with her knees on the cold bathroom floor, orally servicing all the guests, including the hateful Lillian who seemed to enjoy the experience a little too much. But the worst part was that in spite of the strong rejection of her rational mind to the situation, her body seemed to enjoy it a lot, and even without touching her pussy, she had built an inhuman peak of arousal waiting for release.
To end the reunion Tom summoned Pumpkin to the living room and made her kneel on the coffee table with her knees wide apart and her hands behind her neck.
“Do you want to come Pumpkin?”
She blushed and looked at the faces around her, trying to avoid the question. Of course, she wanted to come, she was indeed desperate to do it, but she wouldn’t admit it in front of all these people, not after all the degrading things that she had made during the evening. The end of the party must be near. She just simply has to wait for them to leave, and then take care of her “itch”.
“OK, maybe you don’t want to come. You won’t have another chance until tomorrow night”
“No!”, She thought, “tomorrow is too far away, I need it now”
“Yes”, she said in a very low voice and looking at the floor.
“Yes, what?”, said Tom.
“I want to come”, she said, her lower lip trembling a bit.
“It’s late now, you should have answered before, but I am feeling benevolent; you may beg our guests and if they agree, you may come today”
She darted a sight to him. She looked hurt, but she was desperate and looked back to the expectant people in the room.
“May I come, sirs, Lillian, please. I beg you all”, she was feeling more embarrassed than any day in her life.
After some laughs, everybody agreed, and soon she was masturbating in front of them to three, incredibly fabulous orgasms.
When everybody left, Tom ordered her to lay on the living room’s rug until he ordered otherwise the next morning.
She complied, and she lay there naked and feeling like a discarded toy after her owner was bored of playing with it.
Part 3
After a restless sleep, she awoke early in the morning. She was still wondering about the very realistic nightmare that she just had, but soon she was abruptly taken back to reality by her nudity, and her incapability to leave the rug, even when she wished to go to the bathroom and pee. After a few minutes of panic, in which the magnitude of her helplessness of the day before hit her like a train. She managed to calm down.
“Focus Miriam”, she said to herself, “You are really in deep trouble, but you are not a little girl who gives up easily. There must be a way out. Just stay calm and focused”
She tried to dig into her memories. Tom’s actions didn’t seem to match with the memories that she had of him. He seemed completely detached from her.
Tom seemed to be sound asleep, he probably won’t wake up in hours, so she had a chance to think of her past.
She started to remember scenes from their relationship. It was a lot easier than the day before. It still felt like a puzzle to be solved, but at least the pieces were now easier to grab.
They were a happy couple, flashes of them at the movies, or making love in her bedroom came to her mind. Sometimes interrupted by memories of she at her lab, working. She remembered clearly formulas, passwords, a few side projects, but curiously not her main project.
Then she remembered playing games in the bedroom. Power games. She remembered herself tied, enjoying great orgasms while Tom teased her. She remembered being ashamed of that, wanting and not wanting to stop those games. She remembered Tom getting more and more into those games, and always pushing her farther away from her comfort zone. She remembered that her body enjoyed the ride like nothing else, but her mind, her feminist mind, suffered a lot.
She liked the fantasies, but the fact of really taking orders from Tom was another thing entirely. At some point, they stopped the games, but soon they both missed them.
Their relationship was cooling down dangerously and Miriam wanted to do something about it. She needed Tom, and she needed the crazy orgasms that he gave her, but she didn’t like the idea of spiraling downwards in a web of total obedience to Tom, she simply wasn’t like that.
There was a special project in Neurona Labs. She remembered it now, it was her main project. At some point, she realized that she could use the idea behind that project to fantasize with Tom and put new fire on their relationship without having to obey him blindly. Instead, both could get their thrills simply toying with the idea of making something really outrageous.
She clearly remembered the day that she told him about her project and her idea.
“Tom. You know what am I working on Neurona Labs”
“No. Not really”
“Well, We are working on something called imprinting. Do you know what does it mean?”
“I don’t know… It’s something like those little ducks?”
“Yes, it is something like that. You know the image of the mother gets imprinted in the little ducks’ brain, so they can follow her around and accept her ‘orders’ and be safe. There had been cases where the image of man gets imprinted on the little ducks’ brains as the man is the first thing they see when they born, so they end up following him as if he was their mother”
“Oh. I see”, said Tom without much interest.
“We have managed to imprint our images in a superior organism, especially mammals. They don’t have this instinct, evolution had substituted it for something more useful for them, but the brain mechanisms for imprinting are still there, evolution is slow to cut down the waste, you know. We have managed to use those dormant mechanisms to imprint ourselves in dogs and monkeys. After that, they are mostly free if left alone, but not able to disobey our commands.”
“Wow! That’s really something”, said Tom, genuinely amazed.
“What about humans, could it be done with us?”
“Yes, probably, but we have not perfected the technique enough to make a trial. The military has expectations, it could stop treasons, not to mention that it would be a powerful weapon, but it could take years. We are just doing the first steps here”
That night they started a little game. They would fantasy that when the mechanism was ready, she would let Tom imprint himself on her brain, so she would be completely unable to resist his orders. They had the best sex that night and continued having great sex for months. Every time the relationship seemed to start cooling down, she would come and say that her lab team had reached a new milestone in their research, and that would spark their sex life again.
Miriam was pretty satisfied with the development. She was able to get very arousing, very real fantasies, but she didn’t have to enact them. They would talk in bed about the clothes that Tom would make her wear and the outrageous things that he would make her do, but she didn’t have to really obey Tom’s orders or anything. So she got the best of both worlds, she had her thrills and she preserved her strong feminist positions at the same time.
She was stunned at her own memories.
“I don’t remember if we really developed enough the imprinting technique to apply it to a human being”, she thought.
“I will ask Tom to let me go. Being a mindless slave could have been an extraordinary fantasy, but now that it is real, well, it is still arousing, but it is awful. I can’t live like this. I have dreams, I need respect. Everybody thinks of me as an object now.”
The situation didn’t change in the next few weeks. She wasn’t able to express her feelings to Tom because she was ordered to be silent except to answer Tom’s questions. She spent most of her time doing home chores, like cleaning the apartment and cooking. Tom never bothered to give her anything to cover her nudity and forbid her to use his clothes. He often would use her sexually, ordering her to perform the most degrading acts, and then, once satisfied, threw her away like a discarded toy.
Sometimes he will organize parties at his apartment, or take her to parties at his friends’. Anyway, she would be used, both as a free nude waitress, and of course sexually. Her sexual response to her humiliations increased over time, and she was now completely unable to postpone her orgasms. She will do whatever degrading acts Tom demanded from her in order to get them.
Still, in the nights, she tried to dig into her memories, trying to find answers. Why was Tom so mean to her? And then one night she remembered a little fact. They had broken up. She didn’t remember too well why, but it was something related to their imprinting fantasy game. Maybe he grew tired of the teasing, maybe he got angry. Her memories weren’t so clear, but she remembered that he was sad and angry when she finally asked him to leave her apartment.
She remembered that even then he had acted as a gentleman. She vaguely remembered that she did him a favor after their breakup, trying to remain as friends. It was something about his own research.
Then one Saturday everything changed. Somebody rang the apartment bell.
“Pumpkin, open the door”, Tom shouted from his bedroom.
Pumpkin hated to open the door naked. It was too shameful; Tom has forbidden her to cover herself with the door or even with her hands. In spite of the weeks that she had been there, she was still as embarrassed as the first time.
When she opened the door, she became breathless. There in front of her was the vivid image of herself. Well, not exactly, the lady in front of her was dressed in expensive jeans and a blue designer gray button-up blouse. She wore gold earrings and an expensive watch; a small black handbag completed the outfit. Her hair was combed in a ponytail tied with an expensive barrette. Her look was casual but obviously expensive. Pumpkin even remembered that particular ensemble from her wardrobe.
Part 4
“What is going on here?”, she thought completely overwhelmed by the situation. She was particularly stunned by the fact that the woman in front of her didn’t seem surprised to see her double in front of her. She seemed more curious about Pumpkin’s nudity.
Pumpkin wanted to scream, but her conditioning was too strong, and silently she escorted the guest to the living room where she announced.
“Sir, Miss…?”, with the shock she had forgotten to ask for the lady’s name.
“Miriam Sanders”, said the Lady.
Pumpkin blushed. Her mind was spinning.
“Sir. Miss Miriam Sanders is here”
The whole phrase sounded surrealistic.
“What is happening here?”, she thought. “This is too much. Who is this imposter?”
“Hi, Miriam! Long time no see!”
He kissed her on the cheek. He looked a little bit nervous, and probably embarrassed.
She seemed happy to see him too, but there was a hint of contained anger in her attitude.
“I see you already met pumpkin”
“Yes. I met her. And I heard a lot about her in the office”, she said, now showing her anger openly.
“I deserve an explanation. What is this all about?” she continued.
“Ok. Pumpkin bring us some coffee and then kneel by her armchair”
Pumpkin complied, her heart racing a thousand miles an hour.
After some small talk, Tom started his tale, in front of him was Miriam sit in the most comfortable armchair in the living room; knelt beside the armchair was Pumpkin, who was somewhat the slave version of the former.
“When you and I broke up a few months ago, I was devastated. I was feeling completely empty and void. I felt really close to the cliff. I knew I had to put my mind and soul into something else, but my thoughts kept wandering to you and the fantasies that we shared. Then I realized that I couldn’t probably have you, but I could apply my mind and resources to make the fantasy turn real.
I really shouldn’t tell you all these details, but I think you deserve a full explanation.
You know I have been working for years in a way to upload the conscience to artificial intelligence beings. At our company we foresee that in 15 or 20 years everybody will be able to live by avatars, it would be like reaching immortality. Today the process is roughly functional, and we still years, and a lot of experiments away from having this commercially available, but the funds for research are pouring in.
And my friend Frank, he is always researching for ways to make robots look more human. He had developed a way to manufacture hybrid androids. They are manufactured with altered human DNA and are mostly human clones with a computerized nervous system. They are even able to process food into energy. You may say that they are half robots, half human clones.
As you can see Frank’s work is pretty ready for prime time, but mine is still in a very early stage”
Pumpkin was feeling ditzy. She didn’t want to hear the conclusion of that talk, but she was unable to move.
“Well”, continued Tom, “This is the embarrassing part. Do you remember that day, after our breakup, when I asked you for help in our research?”
“Yes”, said Miriam, “You told me to put a helmet, and you said that it was a research to map knowledge in the brain. I wore that helmet for hours. Then you made me play some kind of game in a green room, and finally, you took some blood samples”
“Yes, you remember it right. In the first step, we uploaded your conscience to a supercomputer. In the second we took all your body dimensions and analyzed your smooth movements, and finally, we picked your DNA, so Frank could replicate your body and it’s graceful movements.”
“So she is basically me?”
“No. Not we’re not quite there yet. So far we have not been able to upload a full conscience to a computer. I don’t really know why, but our first successes in these attempts were to transfer personality traits and thinking patrons. So she basically looks like you, moves like you, she has your personality traits, you know your strong will, and your shyness about your body, as well as your sexual submissiveness for example, so she most probably react like you would do. But she doesn’t have your memories or even your knowledge, and I am pretty sure she doesn’t have self-awareness. She can recognize herself in a mirror, that’s for sure, but she didn’t have the capability of recognizing herself as an individual, you know in the philosophical meaning. Let’s say that she is just a very sophisticated appliance that looks like you, and is programmed to act similar to you”
Pumpkin was stunned, the reality finally hit her like a train. She was finally able to understand all the weird things that had happened to her in the last few weeks. “So I am nothing more than a robot. That is why everybody treats me as an object, without any consideration”, she was trying to come to terms with that terrible news; her respiration was coming fast, and she thought she could hyperventilate.
She tried to remain rational, there was something that didn’t fit,
“But I have memories you moron”, she thought bitterly, “And knowledge too, I know a lot about neuroscience and many other subjects, but you don’t let me talk, and don’t let me show more intelligence than a complete bimbo”
She wanted to cry, but somehow it wasn’t possible. She was trapped now, she realized that there was absolutely no way out. She had to accept that she was a machine, no more than a microwave oven in the eyes of others, although she felt otherwise. She knew she was Miriam Sanders, she remembered her own childhood, her youth, the images, the emotions, the smells, everything. And she didn’t like the life ahead of her. She had dreams, she wanted other things for her life, she wished for accomplishments, for respect, for love.
Pumpkin lost in her thoughts, missed a few bits of the conversation.
“I am sorry Miriam, I know I crossed the line, but those fantasies had grown too much, and I really wanted to make them real. I probably shouldn’t have manufactured Pumpkin based on you, and surely I shouldn’t have shown Pumpkin to your coworkers”.
Surprisingly Miriam didn’t seem so upset now.
“Showing your new toy to my coworkers wasn’t a wise thing to do, but I forgive you, just don’t do it again”
Tom didn’t miss the fact that she didn’t make a fuss about modeling Pumpkin after her. He couldn’t resist the urge and embraced her with thankfulness. Pumpkin saw the scene with bitter envy, the sweet embrace and kiss, and the respect in Tom’s eyes were miles away from the treatment she received from him.
“I will do anything to make it up to you”, he said sincerely looking at her former fiancé.
Miriam seemed hesitant, but after an awkward long silence, she said.
“I want something….”
“Yes?”
“I want some time alone with Pumpkin”
He looked at Miriam puzzled. He didn’t know how to interpret that, and only managed to ask,
“Now?”
“Yes”, she nodded. She seemed shy, and Tom smiled warmly.
“OK. Pumpkin, you are to obey every order from Ms. Miriam as if it was mine, and you are to answer all her questions sincerely. Understood?”
“Yes Sir”, she said while nodding.
“Well, I have plans anyway. I am going to play Golf with Frank, I will be back at night. You may stay as you long as you want, and don’t worry If you have to leave; Pumpkin has orders to stay home, and she would not be able to leave even if you order her to do so. ”, he said smiling at the turn of the events.