(( This story is adult themed, MC, TF, NC, SF, PO, FE ))
The Commander walked circles around the strange object as I
slipped the dry, warm cotton jeans up over my bikini, sure that once the
swimsuit made my wool blend sweater wet, it would be even smaller and tighter
than it was now, and be ruined- it was my favorite! Guess I will just have to
make the most of the time it has left,
yes?
The metallic dome
hummed and hissed, spinning clockwise
slowly, fitted so tightly to the base even one of my hairs would not fit in the
gap. It looked like brass, very thick brass, but it acted like no metal I knew
of, more like well, something synthetic. The Commander sat in the hot humid sun, under those trees,
and I sat quietly beside him, only one time did I get on the rotating alien
machine and ride it like a merry-go-round, which you must admit, for someone
like me, is a respectable act of self control.
“Miss Charisma,” He
finally said, looking around as if the words he sought were bees flying about
him. “Bit of a error, rushing things I suppose, ghastly heat I shouldn’t wonder.”
It is possible that
dolls are made specifically to like those they will be asked to please, those
who may one day find them, purchase them, play with them and relate with them.
Perhaps it is just a Victorian perspective which I seem to have had since my
creation, but whatever reason: I do find
I like this one, this Commander Fanshaw.
So dedicated to his work, so proper, such a pleasant disposition and
accent. Why is it we like things we like? Sentience is so obscure and
amorphous; it is easy to evaluate why your heart is racing, or why your tummy
aches, but evaluate why you like the look of the night sky more than mid day,
why you like the feel of warm cotton clothing than clunky furs and animal
skins, or one cologne over another? It is a good thing I seem created to enjoy
such puzzles, it seems the chief secretary for Timeforce 10 is called upon to
do a great many puzzles!
“The glyphs from
the cave wall seem to point toward a “wood maker,” or carpenter,, we shall just
jaunt back to the deserted village, shall we?”
I put out the small
can of Sterno fire and washed the tea pot and cups. One rises to the level of their peers, and if he
was determined to work 20 hours without sleep, I was determined to ensure
midday tea was prompt and proper!
Lord Fanshaw raced
over the rickety wood boards and driftwood planks, and I shouted after him that
I should be the one doing such, his large frame made the old sun bleached wood
creak and moan. He insisted however that I ride the abandoned dinghy over to
the main island. My goodness Diary, they
have a special sort of sun and heat here, such as Cape Wrath in Northern
Caledon never sees!
We once again swung
over limbs and crawled into tiny rooms, searching for clues to some woodworker.
I put my best foot
forward,,, and it sunk straight through the roof of a tree hut and lodged
deeply into a splitter saw!
No, really, a very nasty table saw! I screamed! Well, you
can imagine, terrified!
Footsteps grew nearer and louder as the Commander raced to
my shouting voice.
“Hmm, good work, we
shall have to look into adding to your classification, and designate you an
official Timeforce 10 Agent, as well as Service and Support Branch.”
“Thank you Sir!
That is an honor!” I was grateful, and smiled the best one could, I think, with
their legs pinched in a table saw. A moment later the boss had me freed and was
remarking about the broken globes on the table, and a scrawled writing on a
very odd animal pelt. My best investigations on the pelt were that it was not
of an animal that was indigenous to this deserted isle, while he seemed far
more interested in the word. We both took samples of the globes however, though
I let him put the skull in his backpack.
“Sir, what could
the meaning be, of the word, the skull, more broken globes?”
He once again
removed the small, expensive case from his jacket pocket, taking one of the
tightly rolled tobacco sleeves and igniting its tip, the other held in his
lips. A few slow inhalations later, he
remarked, “Quite the conundrum, clearly
there is a connection between the skull and the globe, , it is late, dark soon,
but rather than pitch camp, let’s race back to the dome isle, shall we?” His commitment to the
‘wind-up’ as it were, the solution, was
enough to make one forget the beads of perspiration rolling down their face.
“I shall race you
then! Last one out of this tree and across the lagoon is a tortoise!” Some
people would laugh at that moment, but
the Commander showed only a flash of mirth in his eye, then streaked out the
door!
I was sure to win
this one! I was confident, dexterous,
slimmer of build,,
Heavier.
The branch which he ran across nimbly, instantly shattered
and I explained that to him as he walked up, my body well smooshed into the
baking hot sand.
“Thum Brumch bwoke
mumphur mum Feet,,”
“Indeed.” I have a boss Diary that can say volumes with one
word. But is that a good thing?
I pulled my body out of the deep Wendy print in the sand while he hurried on,
the contest resumed! He swam across easily, and I did my best this time not to
walk along the silty floor but to swim as he did. It was nearly impossible though
and I became convinced of a rather obvious deduction.
“Sir,” I quietly approached
him in a private conversation, not at all proper but perhaps Agents are
allowed.
“Yes?” He helped me
out of the water and smiled.
“Am I fat?”
He looked as if he
had just swallowed a piece of seaweed, and stammered about.
“I um, I wouldn’t
err, I wouldn’t say fat, no..”
“Great girthed? Bulky? Stocky? Large? Would
you say it is more precise to say I am obese?” I awaited his analysis, but
instead of concise evaluation, Lord Fanshaw
repelled from me a meter or so, and lit another of his cigarettes,
scratching his head .
He never did answer, but minutes later, he looked up from
his deep consternation and held out the metal case.
“Cigarette?”
“I um, Sir,, I,,,
of course I would be delighted to join you in the smoke inhaling ritual but,
well, ,,”
He nodded and shook
the container, and I rather quickly took the light delicate thing in my
fingers, examining how he held it, to mirror his action.
A deep inhalation closed off several baffles in my aeration
circuit and the sinal olfactory chambers swelled. My mouth was full of burning
leaves.
“Good huh?”
I smiled
weakly, holding my chin up and my lunch
down.
Sir,, do agents or
secretaries have to often engage in the smoke sucking?”
This time he did
laugh, and explained in a calm, and polite manner. First he talked about how we must fit in, regardless of the time era, and scowled slightly at my clothing. Though It is true, I was not dressed for the 1940's, it is also true I was on a deserted island! If a bear falls in the woods, is it wearing gabberdeen?
Then he said, “The ritual, as you say is a social bonding,
sharing a cigarette endears people to you, gets their defenses down so you can
pry them for what you need to know; it appears as confidence and innocence if done properly, and many societies across
many time eras accept these social constructs. To be a good Agent, you should
learn how to smoke, how to look as you smoke, and use it as I do, it is as a
tool.”
I nodded, “Kinda
like children and dolls? Both toy and learning tool?” The Commander seemed like I had opened his
mind to a new avenue of thought and I was pleased.
“Not sure really,
never had much in the way of dolls, G.I. Joes perhaps but, “ and I cut him off
by offering a chance for him to learn what nearly every child knows.
“Oh! Well if you
want to play with, um,, if you are um, if you
think um,, you would,,, um,,, the
night sky is very pleasant here, is it not?”
I was suddenly feeling like regurgitating not only my tea
but the last several minutes of my sentience. It is interesting how a great
idea in the mind becomes a bad one on the lips, yes?
He seemed deep in
thought, as usual, and then said,
“Now, Miss
Charisma, shall we test this word on the dome?”
Morgawr!
I gasped, and since
the cigarette was dried to my lips, lodged within my mouth, I choked on a large
volume of the fume! The cloud dissipated rapidly in the tropical evening breeze
and when I could see without blinking,, there it was!
Within the aged brass capsule was a globe! Bright and
glowing, with a color that seemed green, or blue, sometimes purple, but mostly
green. The air became filled with static electricity and I was pleased I had
thought to pull my hair back. The orb
had the same essence, glowing tendrils that flowed around it, that I saw in the
cave, just before the um, just before I dreamed
of loincloths and maps on undersea cave walls. I was instantly filled
with hesitancy, but the Commander was not.
“Well then, lift it
out of there Miss, let’s have a look at it.”
The smoky tendrils flicked about my head and around my arms
as I gingerly held it. The orb was slippery it seemed, unnaturally so. I could
scarcely hold it, and was quick to rest it on my knee. The same bizarre smell
that was in the cave by that orb, rose from this one- like a Tesla coil in a
rainstorm.
What seemed like a few wisps about my arms was now so many
tendrils of plasma that it appeared
as one large glowing mass which nearly
solidified, constricting about me,, and then..
Hopped up onto my head, silly thing! I was not frightened, in fact I rarely am. I
could almost make out a voice, an electron hum of thought which reminded me
almost of a similar voice, in that cave, if only I could recall! It said;
HOST IS NOT OCCUPIED AS THE OTHERS AND FREE FOR HABITATION
“Free for,, Get this off of me!”
INITIATING
Well I did not like the sound of that at all, and in my most
polite voice I spoke out, to admonish the voice without being too rude. I spoke
however without my lips, just within my
head, saying,
“Host contacted.”
SYMBIOSIS INSEMINATION BEGUN, THIS THOUGHT HOST AND BODY PLEASES US AND
WILL SERVE US WELL. SO MUCH TO LEARN, SO
MUCH TO TEACH.”
Teach?
PATHWAYS CONSTRUCTED, MEMORY CORE LOCATED,
It did not take a genius to see this was not going well, so
in my sternest internal voice I scolded this beautiful being, saying:
“All files copied, download complete. Teach?”
As if in reply, I heard the Commander’s voice again in my
internal ears,
social bonding, sharing a cigarette endears … to you, …their
defenses down… so you can pry them… what you need... if done properly… accept these social constructs. … be a good
Agent, you should learn how to smoke, how to look… as a tool.”
Without saying a word, I realized what it had taught me, and
an inner heat boiled from everywhere and nowhere, suddenly I was steamy and
shaking all over. My brain felt melted like butter in the tropical sun. It was
clear that I was a tool just like smoking, and It was his desire to use me, to
pry me, to endear me, to have my
defenses down. An unexplainable relaxation melted my tense muscles, making it difficult to focus, but I hung
on to the fact that this did not sound somehow correct and I made sure the
supra-intelligent being with the gorgeous voice was aware of their error,
stating,
“Defenses down, I accept symbiotic insemination.”
We do not recall what happened then for several minutes but
we are sure that we must have upset the being, because when we looked around,
and listened inside, it was clearly gone. There was a strange muffled feeling
in the ears, the eyes, and the cortex, also
a giggly feeling but it seems to be an anomaly.
“Are you alright Miss Charisma? Wendy?” The Officer ‘s voice
wavered as he queried and we were sure his emotions were heightened , his
pheromone count was tripled and blood pressure easily 10 points higher. We tried to reassure him of course, any good
secretary, or agent would, would they not?
“We were frightened
by the orb for a moment, but it does not scare us now, we are fine.”
“Mmhmm, well let’s
get that thing off of you,, I think we should take this orb, the things inside
the great brass dome, and play a bit at my laboratory.”
“This is not about my
playing thing earlier is it?” His
eyes looked befuddled and my mouth exploded in a tirade of unintelligible phoneticisms:
“Because I would
never mean to harm my work environment over the relationships or I mean the
relating or no, when I said playing with me or no did I say that? No of course
not because um, when you said you had not, I did not mean that in the shanty
alley meaning of the term, playing with dolls is um I mean many of my friends
are, I mean well, all of them actually but you, I mean we, it isn’t, is,, um,,”
He lit another cigarette and scratched his head, and I
sensed the muffled silence in my head pop like stuffed ears after a high
balloon flight, feeling somewhat clearer headed by the time he spoke.
“Everything is fine, just plenty of testing to do, routine
sort of thing, you understand. Contact with strange items,, simple testing, not
to be alarmed.” His smile was as plastic and fake as Barbie’s, but his heart was worried for us, nervous and
pounding hard and fast within his nearly bared chest, glistening in the
romantic moon. We were sure what needed
to happen now, clearly. In times of great distress and worry, hugging always
makes it better. Ask any doll they will tell you, that’s when they get the most
hugs.
“Thank you Sir,”
our voice crackled, hands digging into the tough and smooth leather jacket of
his. The pleasant fragrance of the island flowers mingled with his leather and
tanning oil, mm we love fine oil, have we ever mentioned that? Hmm, maybe
not. Anyways, we rested our chin on his
shoulder and inhaled his amazing cologne, mixed with his body fragrance, and
with our chest pressed hard against his, we are sure he sensed our heart jump!
Worried, we clung against his virile form as shivers twitched
muscles, and our overheated skin and muscles noted an aching, the oddly pleasurable
discomfort begun in our lowest belly and spread like this moist humid island
air, down our thighs and up into our chest. We had no idea why we felt these
things, and kinda felt like it was improperbut were sure we would soon learn,, and share,, and teach.
“Thank you,, Cornelius.”
To be Continued ....
