When Marcus Met Julie - Chapter 2

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When Marcus Met Julie
Chapter 2 - Integration Is Tricky

Barely three hours later, Marcus was standing in the last previously empty room of the house. It had now been taken up by a table to rest a weird VR laptop on, a cylinder containing the body of the doll the Arendts had assigned him to test out as a means of relieving his sorrow at not getting hooked up repeatedly, and not much else.
The doll had proven relatively easy to heft. It was about 168cm in height, her bulging F-cups knocking together as he lifted it slowly into his bedroom with the VR headset in one hand. It had been designed to provide only very basic action somewhere in the groin and mouth area, at least initially, and was surprsingly light for its measurements. He laid the hourglass lady down onto the surface of the bed, its arms flopping limply, He paused to shif the arms into a more comfortable position by the doll’s sides, before sittig down on her side of the bed and donning the headset as per Marcus’ instructions and spoke up.

“Would you kindly introduce me to her?” There was a slight hesitation in his voice as if he didn’t know what was going to happen next.

Also: he was going to have words with Bellamy’s recent obsession with the classic game “Bioshock”, the prefix “Would You Kindly” had become a new kind of code phrase in place of the words “Command word” that he had recommended for implementation. There was room for potential trouble using such a innocent phrase as the command trigger for commands, but this was a prototype of something new, he could rein in the imbecilic divergence later.
Something – or someone crashed into him in virtuality, there was a meaty oomph to the sound of the suitcase thumping hard against him, but the lack of any feedback area or capabilities meant he was still left standing up. He glanced down at what hat hit him.
A silver travel suitcase was lying on the road. Next to him, a generously proportioned woman wearing a long sundress that hugged her curves was sitting on her ass, having fallen down onto the ground. One of her arms was clutching a handbag. Marcus could see that she got a bit of physical activity and nutrition, and there had been just enough to go lots of places on her without turning her into a lardbucket, merely a sybaritic woman of pleasure.
Her face was hidden beneath a wide-brimmed straw hat, and as he extended an arm of to help her up, of his own accord rather than some preprogrammed loop like in any other VR game, he could see that she was a virtual copy of the doll lying on his actual bed right now. This setup process was certainly interesting.
She let out a soft “owie”, in a strangely alluring voice that he found simultaneously oddly familiar and yet fresh. Marcus couldn’t quite place his finger on it, but it did sound a lot like someone he’d been around. Maybe one of the actresses who did voice work for the company? Perhaps a random secretary he’d walked past on one of the other floors? Regardless, the woman stood up and dusted herself off.
“Excuse me, could you direct me to the airport here?” She asked meekly of Marcus, thrusting out a paper map she had been using supposedly in lieu of simply using a smart device and an app like a normal person. She was clearly a bit low on the IQ scale. Not enough to be declared a medical case, just... slightly dim.
Marcus wondered if this was a configurable option. He preferred his women to be at least as smart as him, though he suspected that was partly why he’d been suckered like a chump so many damn times. As he took the map, the simulator jumped immediately to a ticket counter, skipping whatever travel that would have been needed in real life. The young woman was now a little frantic, tapping a passport and a ticket on the counter. “That can’t be right, I was supposed to leave today. Flight Airmalde-13731A... three hours from now.” She pleaded.
Marcus noticed the tickets and passport glowing slightly with a blue sheen, the standard highlighting method he’d specified for use while developing apps to highlight points of interest. He reached for it as the stewardess manning the counter continued calmly explaining to the woman that “NO, this flight is for one year from now. The codes on it indicate you bought it as part of a quick sale, you can’t rebook it to a different date, Miss-”

The world suddenly grayed out totally as everyone froze. A nearby fountain stopped in mid spray, the koi lazily swimming around it halting in mid wave around the fountain. He walked over and briefly inspected it, even picking up one of the koi in the pond up. With the headset only sensing his thoughts as to how to move and not doing any feedback, he felt... nothing. Not the slight wetness that a fish should have. He let the koi drop back into the ponds as he turned his attention to a red tag denoting a set of TODO notes for later development of the application. It was a small comedy of sorts.
“TODO: implement customisable avatar – Target Personality – “Suggest implementing a way to export the configurator to provide a matching real-world body.””
“TODO: Do we REALLY need to have every bit of clothing on everyone here be alterable or removable?”
Marcus blinked bankly as he walked over to the frozen stewardess, and tried lifting her hat. It came off perfectly easily, the stewardess not showing any awareness that her hat had been pilfered. He didn’t think much of this and quickly plopped the greenish-blue cap back atop the stewardess’ trimmed bob hair. He would have to recommend to the Arendts that this was a potential cause for trouble. Just stick to significant people or something for avatar alterations...
He examined the passport of the woman. Her photo was on it, including the usual security stamping of a girl from... Jaidanphur? He smiled wistfully – choosing a cosmopolitan city to start off from was a good idea, it gave a wider variety of ethnicities to choose from. Her name was a series of question marks, as if undetermined, He tried writing some stuff in place of the marks...
The stewardess suddenly repeated herself. “.... you can’t rebook it to a different date, Miss Banana Yanana.” Marcus tittered mischeviously as he wrote several different stupid names onto the prompt, causing the stewardess to tell off the woman with several different name ideas. “.... Miss Hannah Barbera.... Miss Yoko Ohyehs... Miss Melania Grumpf...”

Eventually he stopped being an idiot and realised he could simply spin the words on the prompt by sliding his fingers upwards or downwards hard, as if they were cylinders on a revolver or a half-rate one-armed bandit. A few spins later, the woman was now “Miss Julie Ambervale.”

He liked the name, Ambervale. It had belonged to a classic porn actress he had the hots for back as a teenager hoarding porn under his bed and away from his mom and dad. Julie sounded good too. It was a nice sounding two-syllables, timeless even.
Marcus closed the passport and put it back down on the counter, causing the world to suddenly continue as if it had never been frozen up. Miss Julie Ambervale wept a little and whined fussily. “But I have to get home on the next flight.... I need to go back to work first thing on Monday!”
The simulation started looping subtly again, the stewardess repeatedly rebutting her with an admonishment about there being no more seats available on the flight she wanted to catch, and Julie thinking for a few seconds before repeating herself to the same reply.
Marcus idly noted the prompt growing on her shoulder, a glowing handprint, as if the simulation wanted him to do something about this impasse...
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Marcus was a little puzzled about how the simulation had gotten hold of the layout of his house and checked the TODO list as one thing led to another: a drink at the nearby airport cafe, a consolation, an offer to put her up at his home for at least a bit till she sorted her failed connecting flight home.
TODO: referencing the house server for locational data to build a copy of the user’s house in the simulation is a violation of privacy – Check with Legal for workarounds.
TODO: at some point the robot will need to be able to navigate the user’s home on their own. The data I’m scraping will need to be collected sooner or later, may as well do it now.
TODO: Legal: if you guys do it this way, we won’t be able to sell this in the European Nations. This violates their privacy regulations!
Julie crashed down on one side of the bed on her back, sighing. “Well, that’s one crisis... erm... not averted, right? I still need to call home and apologize and stuff and and and.... oh god, I need to relax.... maybe I should visit the zoo. No wait, I did that already yesterday!”
Marcus lifts his VR headset briefly. The simulation had worked out how the torso of the real doll had been placed but not its limbs, and made Julie fall accordingly into place in the virtual simulation.... He briefly played around with the placement of the android body, watching Julie mirror the new placement everytime he downed his goggles again.
A faint message blinked in a tag. “INITIAL SETUP COMPLETED. 3% of required data for proper personality established. Marcus decided to hit the save and quit button, causing the virtual form of Julie to close her eyes as if falling asleep. “Julie Ambervale is now warming up to you. Julie Ambervale respects you a little more, but is still suspicious of your intentions in being so nice to her.!” An announcement reports as he takes the headset off to rest, crashing atop the android and smooshing his face in her big jugglies. As he falls asleep, he hears one last prompt. “Please remember to recharge your android in its chamber every 44 hours for 4 hours... Your android will require minimal food and water intake during full mode operation, but will enjoy properly prepared food and drinks in moderation if desired by user prompting...”
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A pattern slowly formed. Marcus would wake up in the morning and spend an hour or two with “Julie Ambervale” in virtual reality, using the limp android body as a sort of feedback mechanism. Occasionally devolving into using the body like a sex toy, Marcus marvelled at how well the simulation tracked the doll’s torso onto the actual placement and movement of Julie in the virtual simulation during potential bedroom scenes. Her pussy felt slightly warm and moist, and her mouth was surprisingly inviting in both worlds.
His only lament was how he had to carefully lift her to the bathroom to wash out his misdeeds when a session devolved into some love making, like the time Julie mischeviously asked him to take her in the behind against a railing while watching ships in the distance, her virtual eyes twinkling with mischief as if genuinely alive.
He had briefly removed his goggles for a breather during that session and had been a touch disappointed. Aside from her eyes matching the color of Julie’s in the virtual world, the android still refused to do anything besides moisten and suckle in her holes, simply staring off blankly with no spark in her eyes or movements, forcing Marcus to do all the work to get off on it.
He briefly wondered if the Arendts had any ideas to deal with the problem in a final product, then shrugged. He was focusing on himself and he was still going to enjoy this ride no matter how rickety it was in implementation.
After washing the doll out if necessary, he would clean himself up and report to work as loyally as he had for years before. The process was repeated again occasionally in the evenings as he came back, but he was just as likely to do some off-time sculpting or read or watch something on Bountiful or Quasarbula.
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Marcus would occasionally bring the doll and laptop back into the office for Seamus and Bellamy to maintain and work on as a side project, discussing possible improvements and things that might need alteration or correction.
At one point there had been a slight accident.
Seamus was quietly wiring in some sort of new upgrade, having disconnected and pulled the pussy module of the android body out of its metal rails. Marcus had wondered what he was doing, putting a finger into the pussy to gently feel the soft warmness that he had become so fond of.
Seamus smiled. “I’m just adding in a new anti-rape mechanism. The South Africans had a great idea for a condom that would give that kind of nasty dude hell, so I asked after them and got licensed to implement part of that condom. It just tags the abuser when they stick something into the condom and makes it very obvious when they seek medical aid that they’ve been attempting to rape someone. I’m not using the barbs, just the injector and the marker drug. It should sense when the owner is the one doing the deed and disable the trigger-”
Marcus let out a soft “ow”, one of his fingers now slightly stained purple. As he watched the entire finger started turning purple and itchy.

Seamus facepalms. “In theory. I think.... we should get that looked at, pronto.”
It would be a week before Marcus stopped walking around to quizzical looks with a itchy purple finger, and another two or three before he resumed even considering having sex with the limp android body. It would certainly do its job, Seamus just had to give Marcus some trust that it wouldn’t do the same to his cock
During that time, he became a bit of a gentleman, quietly refusing to hump Julie in the simulation and just sticking to showing her around, holding her in consolation when several failed attempts to rebook or get home had made her depressed, weeping in the shower.

The simulation had refused to track the real android body that tightly at that point, so it was a bit wackadoodle being in a virtual reality with Julie sobbing away and wailing about how he wanted to go home, then see a empty shower with no running shower water when he lifted the goggles,even as he consoled her, his every action feeding into the “Upload ready” meter ever so often in a painfully slow drip.

More visible was the change in Julie’s behavior toward him, as she became a little more reliant and clingy, as well as fond of Marcus in the scenarios as the simulator played on.... A little evening dancing, quiet shared meals, a visit to watch the waterfront as the boats plyed its waters...
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Seamus and Bellamy looked at each other. Then at the console. Then at each other again, before looking at Marcus. “Get the things, Bellamy.” Seamus prompted, causing Marcus some puzzlement. Suddenly the Arendt brothers lifted a pair of poppers and triggered them, showering Marcus in confeti. “Congrats on getting married!”
Marcus rolled his eyes. “Erm.... haven’t we been here before? Like, with Elliot? I mean, I did run through a shotgun wedding with Julie a few days ago and it’s been her being a housewife all this while but...”
Bellamy observed something... “We skipped the glitter this time. Don’t worry, it won’t take forever to clean up later now. And anyways, you can start uploading the personality into the android when you get her home tonight!”
Marcus still blinked like a deer in headlights, still not fully comprehending the implications of what they had said. This concept was still too weird and new and staying on top of everything they had asked of him for the past four months was akin to trying to waveboard all the way to Maui in a storm after a few hours of lessons. He was holding on, but it was all he could do to follow orders and try testing shitm like a lab mouse on a tradmill occasionally being asked to hop over logs in the wheel...
Marcus just gave up. “So I’ll pick her up from you at the end of the workday?” He asked tiredly. Maybe he could actually do something he could understand for a bit before the Arendts spun him around gleefully once again like he was a cat toy and the Arendts were playful kitties.
Seamus and Bellamy smiled a little. Whatever it was, it was good news, they hadn’t had good news in ages, it was probably time to celebrate. They just needed to call Legal and make sure someone was holding their leashes down at the pub tonight.... They would also need to contact a few York Particulate Agents they were on good terms with to give someone a past to go with the future...
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Two hours later, history repeated itself as Marcus’ work computer autosaved everything he was doing and shutting down without his prompting. He slid the passkey and tried relogging to message the Arendts, but got a picture of two emojis apparently in love and dressed for a wedding. Oh nooo....
Marcus rushed to where the Arendts had placed their offices, but they were both silent, lights turned off for the night. “SHIT, Another week long holiday?” He cussed as he walked over to something covered in a tarpaulin and with a sticky envelope on it addressed to him...

“Dear Mr Manners,
The Arendts congratulate you on your wedding to Miss Julie Ambervale and have agreed to award you with a holiday for honeymoon purposes. You will not be required to attend work for one week from the time this letter probably reaches you. Attached please find one thousand dollars to spend as you see fit as a direct personal gift from The Arendts.
We wish you a really fun time together and may your love last a long, long time,
Seamus and Bellamy
o.b.o Arendtcorp
P.S. Please file updates and logs every two days from your loving wife.
P.P.S. Please give Ms. Julie Manners our best regards too.
P.P.P.S Please keep the wedding dress, it is a outright custom purchase to match the design we procured while creating the simulator. Consider possibility of other designs made available during wedding scenario to boost revenues from this product if put into full production. You will need to provide your own tuxedo though.”
Marcus widened his eyes as he noted the words “wedding dress”, quickly throwing the letter aside and pulling the tarp off the thingy. It was Julie, standing straight at attention with both eyes eyes closed, in a fascimile of the wedding dress that he had seen her in in that scenario – a daring sheer lace dress in white floral lace that stretced all the way to just above the high heels on her feet, and left her breasts very uncovered on the upper part of her cleavage to act as a sort of shelf for his hopes and dreams, with no sleeves to speak of. Her hands were carefully posed to hold a small plastic flower bouquet, like a bridal doll. Her normally lightly done up lips had been emphasiszed with a choice application of a dark red lipstick that contrasted with her lightly bronzed tan, and she was wearing a headdress of the same lace atop her head, veiling her hair.
Marcus wasn’t sure whether to write a note chewing them out on how there should be some rlimits to chasing realism, or just stand there momentarily basking in the oment where the fantasy that he had been obediently playing through (admittedly having fun as well) creashed through and created a mess in reality. But what a mess! He wanted this mess.... even the silver tourist baggage she was sitting atop of, complete with various weathered stickers that spoke of a life spent roaming a little before surrendering into his arms.
The Arendts had at least some qualms about doing anything else stupid besides adding two or three pounds to Julie’s apparent weight with the wedding accoutrements. No stupid Just Married cans danging off the back of his jalopy as he struggled a little to load Julie’s limp body and luggage into the car, which to its credit held steadfastly as it traveled back to his home. Marcus suspected they probably did not want to confuse the car’s LIDAR and cause an accident for the ‘newlyweds’ right on their ‘wedding night’.
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Marcus carefully looked around left and right surreptitiously after parking the car in his garage, before shutting the door to it down. After a little struggle and two legs of moving things around, he panted and crashed limply onto the linens of his bed, his ersatz new wife by his side. He took a few gulps of air, before sitting up and firing up the laptop.It started to render a realtime scene of Julie Manners busking around in the kitchen, cooking something delicious.
He blinked and went over to check the kitchenette – it was dimly lit and empty, There was a limit to how much virtual reality could fudge.... it was time to reach out a hand and gently pull Julie from a falise, perfect world in which Julie Ambervale had never really managed to go home to Jaiphura or New York or whatever city she had first crashed in from, but it didn’t matter because she had found something worth staying for....
Marcus wondered how he was going to explain his sudden new +1 to anyone he met after this point, then decided that bridges were not meant to be pre-crossed. As he hit the “UPLOAD” button on the screen, the kitchen on it went grey and faded. The virtual representation of Julie suddenly glitched worringly, assuming a T-Pose and staring blankly ahead as status reports started streaming, her dress vanishing as she spun around slowly on screen.
“Project Last Ditch
BIOS 2062.89 loading
Unit Identity set as Julie Manners Ambervale
Writing Owner Bometric Identity Security Data
Logging Personality Generation Data
Mapping virtual personality sensor grid to physical unit sensor grid
Saving Initial Backup to BrothersFour.Arendtcore.com.usa2/... Saved
“
The screen suddenly went totally blank, before flashing new instructions. Marcus read them out slowly. “Extract uninstall/install tool from installation kit”, watching the looping line animation of a baggage being opened and a pouch labelled “Install/Deinstall Only” coming out of it. He followed that instruction in its simplicity, noting the decent amount of assorted clothing that had come in the bag as well as he pulled out and unzipped a pouch labelled accourdingly, blinking as he held up a sort of tool that looked like a sort of tampon applicator ,only with more magnets than a tampon would need. He blinked quizzically, then tabbed to the next step.
The screen made him facepalm, as it displayed a stick woman spreading her legs apart and the tool being inserted into apparently some sort of vaginal entry, drawn dcrudely as a small oculus, and labelled “vaginal entry” explicitly. “....uhm.... erm.... Step 2: part legs of unit to expand entry into vaginal chamber, insert ID tool with the red end facing inside, pushing in slowly until a beep and message is heard, and withdraw.it.”

He looked at the tool again. Now on closer examination it was clear that one end was colored red and the other was colored blue. He made a note to ask Seamus if he had ever considered that so many males had color blindness. Perhaps a different choice of coloring or icons would reduce possible errors at this and later stages in such folks.

Marcus slowly parted the limp android’s stockinged legs, pausing briefly to sigh as fiddled with some buttons to unlatch the fabriccovering Julie’s vaginal entry. He slid the ID tool in and carefully pushed it deeply in with a firmness, stopping as Julie beeped and spoke in a blank emotionless voice. “Placeholder Code Removed. Test Mode Disabled, Please insert valid Secure Personality Chip Into Cervical Cavity.” He pulled the applicator out, a heart shaped chip with white edges around its perimeter stuck on the magnet. As he watched, the chip slowly tarnished and fell off onto the fabric atop the bed. He peered in slightly.

On a quiet night in the simulation, Julie had briefly lamented an accident she had had as a teenager. They had saved her, but the injury to her cervix had been serious. She had fingered at a small scar on her womb area, sighing. “I can never have children anymore. I guess that makes me... damaged goods?” She had hugged him as he reassured her that he had other priorities, and that had bought even more ‘trust points’ and gotten him closer to uploading her personality.
Marcus thought for a moment as he examined the cervical cavity that had opened up. Instead of a womb that could sire a baby, the cervix of the unit was actually some sort of receptical for the personality that he would soon seat into it. It was certainly an interesting choice, giving her a sort of authenticity with ‘real world damage’, the faint scar on her womb area having been etched in for real as well. “Next, erm.... flip ID tool so that blue end of tool faces forward, open case on station and hold tool to Secure Personality Chip until a click is heard. Push applicator firmly into Cervical Cavity until a beep is heard, then withdraw applicator and close legs of unit.”
Marcus carefully opened the tiny case holding what he presumed was the chip in question on the laptop, holding the applicator to the chip until it suddenly clicked and stuck itself onto it. He then proceeded to stick it in as instructed, watching a maze of circuitry light up as he withdrew the tool out of the Cavity and watched it close back up, like a flower blooming in reverse.

He was certainly being made to work very hard for what he desired, he reflected, as he gently closed Julie’s thick thighs together and gently stroked the slightly blonde frizz atop her pudenda, smiling a little excitedly at what sort of fun he could genuinely have soon. “Now... Step 3.... apply DNA to unit using either tongue in mouth of unit or... providing semen in vaginal chamber....” He covered his face briefly. It was nice of them to provide an option for men with performance issues but perhaps they could have figured out a less obtrusive way to initialise this unit... in so many ways...
He sat himself back, gently shifting Julie’s dress a little to help her regain her false modesty (She was wearing no panties, for god’s sake!), before slowly crawling forward, hovering above her, to do it the oral way.

For some reason, Marcus didn’t feel like making Julie’s first realworld experience be that of him maniacally plunging his manhood into her cunt. He wanted to be just as gentle and kind as he had been in the false world she was born in. Closing his eyes, he leaned in for a deep kiss, maneuvering her tongue with is and feeling the roughness of synthetic papilae brushing the necessary DNA for her security systems off the inside of his mouth. It was not a very rough sensation, more like... pleasant? Lovingly warm and fun?
Marcus peeled himself off and gave Julie more space, waiting for her to come to live in the real world...