0 comments/ 3508 views/ 1 favorites Simon's Opus By: KirkEdwards Chapter One The opening scene is of our nighttime flyover of a futuristic city. The pilot is obviously a good one as he makes turns and rolls to the left and right. We feel and hear the changing sounds from the aircraft and its engine, throwing us to the left and then the right, making us feel as though we're in the aircraft sitting alongside the pilot. As our ride continues we see how automobiles and buildings will look in five hundred years. The aircraft we're in climbs quickly vertically, doubling our weight as it does until we are above a building, hovering above a yellow target, about to land. The face of the pilot is obscured, preventing us from getting a better look at him. After cutting the engines he exits the small helicopter, walking to a door on top of the building when we see him go inside. We and the camera follow him inside. He moves into the room ahead of us when we're not sure what he's doing, what holds his interest. The camera slowly pans the items in the room; innovative objects of wonder. Some items are recognizable, understandable with regards to their purpose while others are inscrutable; provoking interest and curiosity as we can only imagine what the future of gadgetry might be. Aside from the kitchen area, the two large refrigerators and its large marble preparation island, the room resembles a laboratory of some kind. There's a workstation with a few active monitors appearing to be in use. A digital readout on the worktable scrolls the date, time and temperatures inside and outside, along with stock quotes and breaking news. We see the date is January 3, 2555. The camera follows the man as he walks to the center of the room when we see him standing beside a transparent capsule. Something or someone is lying inside. Moving closer we see an unworldly beautiful female, when thoughts and visions of Sleeping Beauty come to mind. With our attention still on the capsule the camera slowly scans her naked body, fading too quickly when we notice the twitching of a finger, suggesting she's alive. Suddenly the scene changes to another part of the world. It's daytime and we are thrown into the midst of a small squad of six American soldiers. Over one eye they have some HUD device as they are communicating with one another with barely visible headsets. On the sides of their helmets are small video-players when they can all see what each other is seeing collectively. They're going from building to building, moving cautiously as they do so. They are obviously in search of the enemy and when they come upon them, we witness a rapid-fire gun exchange exemplifying the bravery of our soldiers. Suddenly there is silence, the dust clears and we see the enemy has been eliminated. But one of our own is on the ground. The other five are indifferent to his fate and rather than go to his aid, they systematically leave the building. As we move closer to our fallen, we see several holes in his chest. The camera zooms in on his chest when we expect to see the anticipated blood and guts; instead we see only the destruction of electronic circuitry. Premise: Six hundred years has passed since the first inflatable doll was introduced to the world. It was intended to be a sex-toy. Perhaps even a substitute sex-partner but failed miserably. Not surprisingly it became a party favorite, good for a few laughs when filled with helium. The idea of an artificial sex partner seemed worthwhile but it was introduced at a time when suitable technology didn't exist. Given his achievements and with the advancements in science with regards to cybernetics, the idea both challenged and intrigued him. Doctor Simon Miller had degrees in Anatomy, Biology and Anthropology. He was a leader in artificial intelligence, believing there was a segment of society unwilling or unable to have normal relationships for various worthwhile reasons, probably like in the past. After completing his work for the government he wanted to start his own business and believed there would be a market for a modern-day humanoid sex-toy. It seemed reasonable to take up the inflatable-doll challenge, removing the absurdity they once had. Surely he could improve on the unblinking eyes and the embarrassing gaping red mouth. "You've got to be kidding," he said as he stared open-mouthed as if to mimic the pictures of them for the first time. Being the lead scientist in creating the first android soldiers to replace humans on the battlefield, he noted they carried out orders with precision and ruthlessness. It was something to behold in seeing how cold and calculating they were as a fearless unit, eliminating one target after the other in rapid-fire succession and accuracy. Spending a few days in a repair shop was seemingly the worst of their fears. Needless to say they were an effective fighting force, one to be reckoned with. For someone so young to win the Nobel Peace Prize in creating a modern day infantryman was an irony of sorts but the world believed countless lives would be spared. As a result, his cybernetic soldiers were received and welcomed enthusiastically by the United Nations and the world over. He learned a great deal about artificial intelligence, believing he could create a humanlike being unlike any other. He chose to conceal his project from the public, allowing only a few close friends to know what he was doing, what he hoped to accomplish. After putting down his dog and having suffered the loss of a recent relationship, his need for companionship remained. At the age of thirty-one he was still a young man, keeping himself in shape through various daily activities. As a result he looked younger than his years, at least until he began to feel the stress of this, his newest project. His work began with the human skeleton, a female skeleton. His first improvement was in the use of a new polymer, three times stronger and lighter than human bone. He knew a lighter frame would enable his creation to move smoothly and with agility, like a ballet-dancer he hoped. He also knew a lighter frame would lead to greater efficiency as it would logically require less energy to function and operate. While he was designing and assembling his creation it occurred to him he was attempting to create the perfect woman, if for no one else but himself. Since the world and evolution was unable to provide him with an ideal mate, he decided he'd have a go at it himself. He started from the ground up and from the inside out noting the female's skeleton and muscular structure was different than those used in his soldiers. In addition, he noted a female's weight is primarily in the hips, buttocks and upper thighs resulting in a different central point of weight distribution. This could be put to good use in maintaining body balance as well as making her more appealing and desirable. He soon discovered how and why females had the wiggle in their hips; the one most males find appealing and sexy without their knowing why. Calling on observation he concluded the difference was in our pelvises. This was a result of evolution when females became well suited for child-bearing and birthing. Though he couldn't prove it he thought the subconscious stimulus for males was: the greater the wiggle, the more sexually stimulating they were. He called these physical traits "species-specific-sexual-signals". Signals one gender communicates to the other in reminding them of their primary evolutionary purpose. All of this was important since if he was to create a sexually desirable life-form, he had to understand the mechanisms at work. The missing ingredient in his other androids was their lack of personality, their ability to think, learn and grow as a human would. If they made a mistake on the battlefield, they were pretty much doomed to repeat it. But the one he planned to create for himself would be so unique he doubted anyone would suspect it wasn't human. This was the ultimate challenge for him, to be able to pull the wool over the eyes of those who should know the difference between a being of artificial intelligence and a human. But above all else, he wanted companionship. It wasn't his intention to create a sex-toy for himself since he simply didn't believe it was possible for him to find a nonhuman sexually appealing. Yet it was exactly what he was trying to accomplish for the masses. Accumulating an extensive library on artificial intelligence and life-forms, he meticulously and religiously entered his findings into a giant database, hoping his creation would assimilate the information, like an anxious student. And it didn't seem outlandish that one day he'd be able to discuss improvements at a high level with his creation. His west coast apartment and laboratory was the entire top floor of a converted warehouse. In each of the corners there was an armored Knight on a pedestal. They were part of an elaborate security system. When activated they scanned the room with ultraviolet light and ultrasonic waves. They weren't simply monitoring devices either since they were mobile, able to incapacitate an intruder with their wired nets and varied weaponry. Along the far wall was a staircase leading to the roof and heliport. Along with his other achievements, Simon was a licensed pilot. Two large eight foot tall cylinders of bluish-green plasma gas had their own island producing enough light for the entire room. Within them an occasional small bolt of electricity moved randomly, dissipating a buildup of ion particles in the eerie lightshow it made. Act One, Scene One: His view from within his apartment was spectacular in that he could look out in all directions; like being in an airport control-tower. With another cup of coffee in hand he walked to the window looking out over the distant ocean and the remaining sunset. The city was already sparkling in nightlights. Occasionally a two-man air vehicle sped by as their popularity had been on the rise due to the mass marketing of the small jet engines it used. Suddenly a flash appeared on the horizon suggesting a front was approaching. If it was like the others he spotted ahead of time, it would take several hours before moving inland. "Another day in man's history bites the dust," he thought turning to sit on one of several high stools along the worktable. He watched the brainwaves on the dedicated monitor noting they were on the increase. The creature inside the capsule had been almost two years in the making. He did things he'd never attempted in the past, not knowing what the results would be. Moving to the clear acrylic encasement he studied its face curiously. Her hair was a tricolor pixie with shades of blonde, light and darker brown. It was a bit boyish he knew but it seemed appropriate enough for her. She lay horizontally, looking to be at peace with the universe. Several wires were attached to her, monitoring her status. Her expression hinted at being a smile though he'd be hard pressed to account for it. Placing his hand on the capsule he slowly circled it in anticipation when he saw the expression on her face changing, eyelids fluttering. His excitement grew when he saw a rapid series of flashes on the monitor, signaling a burst of brainwaves. Quickly he moved to stand at the bottom of the capsule, ready to open it if indeed it was time. The low level of light in the room fluctuated eerily causing her to look like a monster one moment, stunningly beautiful the next. Since he left many specific personality traits to randomness, he had no idea what idiosyncrasies she might acquire and eventually incorporate into her character. The rudimentary development of personality was why it took time in her reaching a state of functionality. The self-analysis program searched identities, making certain there were no conflicts and inconsistencies, possibly causing her to stop functioning. If that were to happen it would ruin any chance he might have in convincing others she was human. Though she looked androgynous with her boyishness, she was all female. In human years she looked like a young woman in her late teens. He thought it was the time in a woman's life when they were the most resilient and malleable, willing to please. He was uncertain what he was going to name her, thinking a name would occur to him in time. Watching her face he saw her cheek twitch before she opened her eyes abruptly for the first time. There was a look of surprise on her face when quickly he pushed the first of three buttons to release the vacuum inside the capsule. The second raised the cover before rotating it slowly underneath, out of sight. The third slowly lifted her until she was almost upright. Quickly he removed the wires and connections from her body as she stared at him -- scanning his retina and facial features for identification. Her milk chocolate eyes were indeed breathtaking, unusually large while still looking human. They were made from two rare gems found in a newly discovered mine on mars. The flecks of gold and the brilliant white diamond particles inside them glittered, reflecting an intellect beyond machinery. Perhaps it was understandable he'd think of Frankenstein but quickly and understandably he dismissed the notion of her being a monster. "Surely no monster could be as beautiful," he thought never considering what he'd do if she showed signs of being dangerous. It was too late anyway. Her sudden humanlike movements brought her to life rapidly, almost taking his breath away. His only thoughts were in observing her behavior and in seeing her function. The first thing he noticed was her intellectual presence and awareness, frightening in its reality. She leaned forward taking an uncertain cautious naked step. With a surprising display of grace and elegance she extended a hand to him, tacitly asking for assistance. She looked like an 18th century countess stepping down from her carriage when he was but her footman, instead of her maker. She didn't speak. Instead she moved mysteriously into his arms hugging him, pressing an ear to his chest. Her behavior though unexpected found him holding her, allowing her the human contact she apparently wanted. He could tell her thermo-sensors were working as she felt as warm and as soft as any human. Her skin and the subcutaneous layers of padding beneath felt real too, made with liquefied memory foam. It was used in molding her hips, posteriors, thighs, breasts and everywhere else that was soft and yielding on the human body. While holding her he felt her press her groin to his thigh. He dismissed it thinking it was a coincidence until he felt her doing it again when there was no mistaking its sexual intent -- a primary directive revealed. Her program of being a sexual surrogate prompted her actions. She was meant to be provocative, encouraging her owner to engage in sex with her. He broke their embrace taking hold of her perfect shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes. Though mesmerizing they glittered with lust and mischievousness as did the grin on her face. He noted something else too; her eyes were slightly crossed. Somehow they only added to her beauty since she was no longer the perfect being he intended her to be. Though he initially thought there was something wrong, he found it refreshing in seeing how an unintended flaw could result in making her cute and alas, more human in spite of his attempts in making her faultless. "Do you know who I am," he asked seeing her cocking her head slightly to the side. "You're Simon, my creator and maker," she said waiting his confirmation. Nodding he asked, "And do you know who and what you are." "I'm the most sophisticated sex-companion the world has ever seen." Obviously she wasn't something you'd inflate, have sex with, wipe clean, deflate and put back in hiding. She was far too beautiful and human to be treated in such a way. His compassion and projected sense of modesty made him wonder if she was cold. Removing his shirt and offering it to her, she appeared not to understand when he draped it over her back and shoulders. "It's a shirt. I thought your thermo-sensors would enable you to feel cold. Those round things in the front are buttons," he explained watching her fingers feeling the button and then the buttonhole as she continued to gaze at him. Only the first one took some time but after that her fingers moved rapidly and skillfully, until she stood in front of him comically with all the buttons buttoned; all the way to her neck no less. And then as quickly as she buttoned them she undid them only to repeat the task at a much faster rate of speed. The last time she had them unbuttoned she removed the shirt and with a finger inside the collar she began to twirl it over her head, like a cowboy in a rodeo. He watched her lifelike breasts in amazement, seeing how real and natural they were in movement. Soon she had his shirt spinning so fast it felt as though he was standing in front of a fan when other unsecured items in the room became a part of the whirlwind. Suddenly she sent it flying across the room where it landed out of sight somewhere in the darkness. "You like seeing me this way don't you," she said standing before him. Moving closer she placed a hand on his chest. Quizzically she contemplated the hair there before tugging on it as though it was out of place, like a piece of lint. "Ouch," he said taking hold of her wrist, seeing her smile in innocence. "Do I please you Simon," she asked. "Yes, you're more than I hoped for," he answered assuredly. To do otherwise would be like admitting failure, something inconceivable as the proof of his success stood in front of him in lifelike untamed sensual beauty. It occurred to him she might not realize just how beautiful she was. Taking her by the hand he led her into his room where for the first time she could see herself in a full-length mirror. "I'm beautiful. You've made me to look wonderful," she said turning to admire as much of her back and ass as she could. "Do you want to have sex with me, so you can see if I'm functioning correctly," she offered with encouragement. He was about to take hold of her, to pull her down and onto the bed with him but his hesitation only served to add to her confusion. She stepped backwards looking at him uncertainly, as though there was something wrong with the proposal. And then with seeming indifference she pivoted on one foot walking away, momentarily glancing over her shoulder at him. He watched her walk away; her perfect ass-cheeks rising and falling with each languid step she took before disappearing around the corner and into the main room. He sat on the bed trying to find a single reason for not engaging in sex with her but was unable to come up with anything. If for no other reason than for scientific research, he decided what his course was to be, what we are likely to imagine. Moments later she returned with his shirt, handing it to him. He took hold of her hands, pulling her down and onto the bed with him. He caressed her as she caressed him until he was more aroused than he'd been in a very long time. She took great joy in feeling his erection through his clothes, saying as much. He got off the bed removing his clothes as she watched without speaking, until she saw his adequate erection standing strong in this new found unexpected need of his. He moved to the side of the bed when she took him in her mouth. He heard encouraging sounds of approval from her. Her mouth wasn't dry, as it was meant to become moist when sexual activity began. It was wonderful as she was designed to take all of him easily into her throat. There was no pause or need to make adjustments on her part when she engulfed him entirely. And as she moved back and forth eagerly on him he had to insist she stop before it was too late. Simon's Opus "It feels nice. It's hard, soft and warm as can be. Can I feel it ejaculate this way," she asked eagerly. "Maybe another time but for now I want to see how you'll respond to intercourse. I want to make sure your circuits won't overload when you experience your first cyber-climax," he offered climbing on the bed when she lay back saying, "Oh good, we're going to fuck." She was programmed to act out several scenarios. One was of a first time lover. Another was one in which she was married, committing adultery due to their undeniable and unbridled lust for one another. They were all fantasies of course, meant to heighten the experience for the buyer. But the one she activated on this occasion was the most appropriate, one of virginity when she could simulate the sensation of having an artificial hymen -- one he'd have to break through with her gentle urgings and need in having him inside. As he mounted her he saw her eyes crossing as though she was some beautiful animated princess on a large ultra-dimensional screen. Her eyes complimented her smile; the smile her eyes. It occurred to him it was her first time when thoughts of her make-believe virgin hood betook him. "Wasn't she a virgin," he wondered pushing a little more until he was halfway in. Her hands went to his hips when she said, "Do it -- take my virginity. It's only right you should be the one Simon." Along with her encouragement she raised her soft warm legs encircling him, cautiously facilitating his efforts until he broke through with her help. They both felt it give way when suddenly it became easy for him to move inside her. He paused, looking down at her once more and in doing saw her eyes were decidedly crossed. Some humans could cross their eyes and look cute while others simply looked silly. For some reason they were decidedly cute and endearing when she did it. The secretion from between her legs felt as good as any woman he'd ever been with, in some ways better. Thoughts of what she was and of her not being human vanished as he moved within her, marveling at how real the sensation was. "My receptors are on fire. I feel I'm losing control Simon," she said beginning to convulse in the throes of her first climax. Her artificial intelligence was on hold, impossible in this moment of helplessness. Try as she may, she couldn't gain control. Instead her pleasure sensors were firing off one after the other from every part of her body. She was transformed into becoming something other than a thinking machine. She was now an entity only capable of sensation, expressing it through approving sounds and movements unlike she'd make at any other time. Her "vagina", mouth and anus were filled with sensors, more than in a human. The result was she could "climax" very quickly. Even the most aroused and impatient males could proceed without having to wait for her to get caught up. She clutched him pulling him deep inside her warming body. The effect was she was like a receptive ovulating female, anxiously awaiting sperm. He could tell she was reaching critical mass with regards to a buildup. He worried about the overload but when there was no sign of stress, he left nothing behind. Afterwards and while recovering his mental and physical state she suggested they do it again. He was spent and when he looked at her, only the crescents of her eyes were visible. Comically she looked as though she was trying to focus on a worrisome bee on the bridge of her nose. The sight was too much when his laughter soon followed; he was only human. Rolling to his side he knew he created something beyond his wildest expectations. He realized there could be no mass-marketing of something as unique as her. The odds of rolling the dice and having them come up with the same number twice would've been an easier accomplishment. "All monsters should be like you," he said when she couldn't be expected to know what he meant. "Maybe later," he said explaining how some males needed time to recover. "But some males can ..." "I know but I'm not one of them," he said regretfully adding, "The next time I'll take something ahead of time so we can do it as long as you like, I hope." He closed his eyes when before long he was asleep, exhausted and dead to the world. He didn't know how long he slept but he awoke bolting upright, thinking he'd been dreaming the whole while. "Was it all a dream," he considered wondering if she was still inside the capsule, not yet awakened. Hurriedly he got up when the only thought was looking in the capsule. "Was it all a dream," he considered wondering if she was still inside the capsule, not yet awakened. Hurriedly he got up when the only thought was looking in the capsule. Act One, Scene Two: Moving to the primary room his eyes went immediately to the incubation chamber -- the empty capsule. He wondered what he'd do if she made her way down to the street, discovering a new world on her own without his guidance -- one she couldn't possibly be prepared for. His eyes scanned his apartment when he saw her silhouette along one of the windows. The translucent moonlight was her backlighting. She was motionless, wearing only his shirt. He walked to her noting she remained unmoving until he stood behind her. "Are you all right," he asked when suddenly she came to life -- coming out of the standby mode she apparently activated. "The tin men told me not to move. When they began to come after me I stopped as did they eventually. I thought the best way to protect myself was to obey them and not move." "You mean you've been standing here all this time," he asked when she said, "For two hours, twelve minutes and seventeen seconds, approximately." He felt bad for her. She couldn't have found the stress and experience pleasurable. He placed his hands on her shoulders as she continued to look out the window. The moon was full and the front brought rain and cold along with it. Heavy clouds allowed only the light from the moon to be seen. It was then he decided on a name for her. He did what the American Indians did in assigning a name to a newborn -- he took things from nature saying, "I think I have a name for you. I was thinking of 'Mystey De Lune' but wanted your input." "It's nice. I like it," she said without turning to face him. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing his nose to the humanlike filaments that were her hair. She smelled clean, like the smell from a new vehicle. And along with the smell he discovered he was developing feelings for her -- feelings he never imagined having for a machine. Had he looked at her reflection in the window, perhaps he would've seen the amber glow emanating from her eyes. "I'm sorry. You could have come to me, outrunning and out-maneuvering them," he said when she replied, "I didn't know if I could run fast enough." He took her to one of the computers and showed her how to gain control of them. As he did so they heard the Knights return to their pedestals. "I've entered your electronic signature and identity into the computer. You won't have any more problems with them. They'll perceive you as they do me," he assured her. He wanted to show her how to access his database of notes. They would explain some things to her, as to how she functioned and why she functioned the way she did. Once she saw she was designed to run and jump faster and further than humans could, she'd understand why he suggested she run away from them. She read with interest, scanning the information quickly as one might expect. He sat watching her and when she made a sound of approval it lit up his face with a smile. He couldn't help admiring her tireless enthusiasm and unbelievable beauty. She remained reading for at least an hour, gaining insight into her design when he decided he needed a break. Her awareness of how she could function was enlightening for her, giving her a confidence she appeared to lack before. Going to the baby-grand piano he began playing. It was Chopin and the strange, beautiful sound captivated her so much he found her standing by his side in time, watching with fascination as his fingers moved freely and expertly on the keyboard. He wanted to see what response she'd have to music, if she'd express it with movement as anticipated. He was delighted in seeing her begin to sway as she moved purposely against his shoulder, letting him feel her beside him. Maybe it was a stretch but she seemed affectionate; even if it was simulated it was noteworthy. She purposely sat by his side when before long she moved her right hand to the keyboard, starting with a single note she proceeded to make a counterpoint to the melody. At first he laughed since it sounded so foreign to him but as she continued, he began to comprehend her ability with regards to improvisation. It sent chills up his spine in hearing the simple logical progression she interpolated in what was best described as "pure musical genius". "This is good. I like it," she said listening and playing. He was touched -- touched to the point of tears clouding and filling his eyes. And in discovering the undeniable beauty he'd brought into being. There were no words to express what he was feeling, leaving him with only the emotion he concealed -- doubting she'd understand. There was something else he wanted to find out; it was to see if she had the ability to dance. It was one of his fondest hopes in making her. He went to his sound-system when before long the room was filled with the opening notes from a Strauss waltz. She stood walking to him as would a loyal pet when he said, "Put your feet on top of mine." He felt her resisting at first as she didn't understand the movements he expected from her. She was so light he had little trouble in moving her the way he wanted her to move. "Watch," he said as he lifted her off of his feet. He danced as though he was holding an imaginary partner, arms extended as he turned and flowed to and with the music. She watched intently for a few minutes when, "Do you want to try it," he asked. She moved to stand in front of him again when he explained she should take her cues from him, he'd lead her with his body and movements. At first it was difficult for her when he told her to listen to the music and to express it with movement, "There's a flow to it," he pointed out. Before long they were dancing. She was a fast learner and he'd taken great pains in providing her with state-of-the-art motor-skills. He was pleased with the ability she showed him thinking she would continue to improve. He wanted to show her the room he setup for her, her bedroom. It was adequately large and she seemed to like it since there were some feminine touches he thought she might like. Like the overly large teddy-bear that sat atop the vertical chest of drawers in the corner. She seemed fascinated with it as he turned down the bed, showing her the electronic blanket beneath the sheet explaining, "It's a regeneration device, allowing you to recharge at night, much like humans do. It takes about seven to eight hours to restore you fully. It works on what is known as a low-level trickle charge. I've taken the measures to have you yawn when your energy level is running low. If you find yourself yawning, it means you only have about an hour left before you need to be rejuvenated. There is a recliner in the living room that has a blanket on it. It too has a similar grid built into it if you care to use it during the day." He showed her the basic items of clothing he bought, saying she was going to have to get used to wearing clothes and behaving as a human would. Opening a drawer he handed her some very expensive silk pajamas. "In time I'll take you shopping when you can choose the clothes you like." Fast Forward Visual: A man with a young woman on his arm is seen leaving an apartment building. The woman was dressed in a long tan wool flared coat with numerous brass military buttons on it. The scarf was black and white, with large horizontal stripes. She was noteworthy in the sense she seemed to be exceedingly light on her feet, almost bouncing as though she was walking on the moon. At times it seemed the only thing that kept her earthbound was that she clung tightly to the man's arm. A handsome young man is seen walking in the opposite direction. He smiled at her, in seeing her unusual and other-worldly beauty. She smiled at him, turning and almost breaking contact with the man she was with to watch the young man receding in the distance and out of sight. "I think he wants to do it with me," she said to the man she was with. "I'm sure he does Mystey."