Mirror Image Part 13

[Sthurmovik]

Here's a nice action packed chapter for you with a good amount of fembot action and another important cliffhanger plot twist. This is kinda the climax as events should be sort be sort of a glide toward the ending. Still plenty of interesting events to go so don't get apathetic yet!

I have a question for the readers. After talking with one of my little collaborators I am considering adding an additional chapter to give Freya a little more face time, but I don't want to complicate the story too much with additional branches. My question for you is should I continue the story in its intended fashion and then offer the extra chapter as an addendum or should I just write the chapter now and let you tell me if it works or not.

The new chapter does open up some additional plot events in an already busy story, but it also lets Freya look into the human condition a bit more with another supporting character. So also let me know if you think the story is already busy enough of it an additional side chapter before the ending sequence wouldn't detract from things.

Thanks so much for reading. Comments are great as always. I really need the feedback to make these stories better.


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Chapter 13

"What's wrong honey," asked Jasmine as she laid back down on the bed, giving Rolland a tender kiss on his cheek. "Did you not like what I was doing?"

"Ah, no, you were fine. It's just...I have a lot on my mind right now, I just can't really get into things," said Rolland, secretly afraid that he might incur some sort of poor performance penalty.

"Don't worry my love, I'll make sure that you are back to your old self again. Why don't we just snuggle a bit and get some downtime."

"That sounds nice Jasmine. You always know what I want."

"That's what a good fembot does. We always know what will make our masters happy," she quipped, smiling and kissing Rolland before cuddling up behind him.

Rolland lay there in the dark, his mind still racing, trying to figure out what to do. He knew things weren't that bad. After all, thanks to his quick action, nobody had gotten seriously hurt, and if Freya stayed away perhaps Jasmine would give him access again and he could shut her down. He wondered if that perhaps was Freya's plan, although he didn't enjoy being left out of the loop. Still, Rolland increasingly felt he was riding at high speed in a car with no brakes. Despite all his "programming", Jasmine was clearly out of his direct control and becoming increasingly unpredictable. He could try to influence her, but Rolland was unsure of what magic words he would need to use to get her to change her mind about something like ripping someone's head off. There was no way he would be able to let her leave the apartment, but what if she insisted on accompanying him for his own protection?

"No wonder Freya looked horrified," thought Rolland silently to himself. "She must believe I created some sort of monster."

Exploring this new line of reasoning, Rolland began to worry about her learning again, and this time her finding a new boyfriend was the least of his concerns. With Google at her disposal, it would be trivial for her to learn various martial arts and combat techniques, should she get the idea that they were necessary for his protection. Rolland felt another shot of dread recalling all of the violent action movies they had watched together, especially ones with robots generally kicking human ass. Suddenly Rolland's eyes shot open.

"Oh no...the weapons systems in the bodysuit," he thought to himself. "FUCK! She could take on an army with the technology she's packing!"

Jasmine's android shell wasn't just a sex toy - it doubled as a powerful weapon, and now, the mind controlling that weapon had about all the stability of a Jenga tower.

It was only a matter of time before the shit hit the fan and hoping that Jasmine would allow him to shut her down before that occurred was a bet Rolland really didn't want to take. Rolland knew that unless Freya had simply chosen to run away and never look back, the ex-Sister would be aware of the damage that a rogue Sister android could cause. He could also assume that Freya was not the only Sister on his world and TV images of a fembot walking down the street shooting at police helicopters would probably not only provoke a response from the local Men in Black, but also Freya's colleagues. No matter if Freya fessed up and sought help or if events made world news headlines, waiting for things to run their course would completely take things out of Rolland's hands. However, having once worked within the system he knew there were ways to get The Man to work for him. Rolland realized that if he were to have any leverage at all, he needed to confess his sins and come clean to someone who might he able to help him stop Jasmine and save lives.

Slipping out quietly out of bed so not to arouse Jasmine from her sleep cycle, Rolland made his way to the bathroom to provide himself some cover for what he was about to do. Taking out his phone he dialed the number on the front of a yellowed business card.

"Hello, security operations center," said the voice on the other end of the line.

"Hello, this is employee number X7432553. I am inactive, but I need to report a Code 1 security situation. I need to meet with someone in person ASAP."

"Ok, code 1, understood. Is there anything you can talk about at an unclassified level?"

"Negative, I need to meet in person at a secure local meeting point."

"I can see that there’s a police sub-station about 4 blocks from your current location. Can you get there?"

"Yes, I know the location. I can head there directly."

"Alright, will inform locals to keep you safe until a field team can arrive. ETA 30 minutes."

Slipping silently out of the bathroom Rolland put on some clothes he found on the floor, then quietly snuck out the back exit to the loading dock. The cool night air of the city washed over him and he proceed at his best jogging speed the four blocks to the small police substation serving his neighborhood. He was out of breath and sweating by the time he got there. Opening the door the officer at the desk looked at him.

"Um, may I help you?"

"Yes, did you get a call about putting someone under protection?"

"Um, yes, I didn't get a name. They said not to ask. I assume you're that person?"

Rolland nodded.

"Well, all right. We have an interview room you can use. Do you want someone to stay with you?"

"No, that's alright. Do you have a pillow I could use? I'm exhausted."

"Sure, we'll give you one from the stock that doesn't get bodily fluids on it," the officer chuckled. "Come with me."

Rolland was led into the interview room where he somehow managed to fall asleep with his head on the pillow at the table in front of him.

"Hello. Rolland, is it?"

Rolland awoke with a start as he felt the gently hand of someone nudging him. Looking up he saw a woman in business attire and four other men wearing dark suits and sunglasses.

"I'm special agent Cartwright, you called about a code 1 situation?"

Rolland nodded, still groggy from his nap.

"This room has recording devices, you'll need to come with us into the equipment room in back."

Rolland got up and followed the agents into a large open room in the back of the police station. It looked like it had previously been part of a production facility, but now mostly held equipment for closing streets and the Police Athletic League. Agent Cartwright and Rolland sat down at a small card table, while the agents secured the exits and set up a white noise generator.

"Alright, we're secure. Tell me about the situation."

Rolland took a deep breath and began to unburden himself. He told the agent about "accidentally" receiving the extractor and becoming obsessed with trying to figure out what it did. He talked about how Freya had found him and what they had done together. He said how the Extractor had malfunctioned and how he panicked and dropped Freya off at a hospital and then tried to reprogram her empty shell into his perfect companion. He knew he was stretching the truth, but since nobody could ever verify his intentions it was better for him to get his story on the record first. He also hoped to avoid being sent directly to the Area 51A jail without passing go. Agent Cartwright just sat there taking notes on a pad of paper until Rolland finished his story.

"Well, I guess that explains why Freya hasn't been returning my phone calls."

"You've met?" exclaimed Rolland, wondering just how many humans were interacting with fembots from another reality.

"Yes. In fact I am rather familiar with how her android shell functions," replied the agent, blushing a little.

Rolland looked down at the table. Learning that Freya had been friendly with others on his world had hurt him. After all he had done he didn't know why he would still care if Freya had found him the least bit special or not.

"So what's going to happen to me now," sighed Rolland.

"Well actually, your little act of treason might get our country out of a little diplomatic jam. You see the Sisters and the Federation they represent have been accusing us of misappropriating some of their technology. The truth of that aside, your little unauthorized procurement might provide just the cover we need to resolve the dispute."

"Saved by inter-dimensional politics...swell."

Rolland looked down at the table again. Part of him wished that the would have just whisked him off to the secret jail right then.


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The robot girl stood unmoving in the shadows half a block down from the police station. Her enhanced night vision was observing everything in the area and her processor matrix was straining its wireless connection to get enough contextual information to figure out what was going on. She had become consciously aware of Rolland's absence 5 minutes after he had departed their bed. Listening for him she detected an active cellular phone conversation originating from the area of the bathroom. Tapping in she heard someone instruct Rolland to make his way to a nearby police station before the call ended.


Jasmine had been baffles. Her body locking up as her nascent mind struggled to figure out what was going on and why Rolland would ever agree to go to a police station without talking to her. After a few minutes of inaction Jasmine concluded that the most likely reason was that Rolland was being blackmailed by some rogue authority figure. She calculated that there was a 60% chance that the threat involved separating him from her. Getting out of bed she put on shoes, deciding that in the darkness her leoarmour would be sufficient clothing to not attract undo attention. Using the movies she had watched with Roland as a guide, Jasmine determined that she would need weapons and proceeded to pulling up her armour's interface screen into her visual attention space to run a diagnostic ther defence systems before activating the armour's full shielding capability and morphing her left arm into a plasma blaster. After looking at it for a second and running another system check she morphed it back to an ordinary looking human hand.


"Don't worry my love, I will protect you," said Jasmine casually as she walked out into the night.


An hour later the motionless robot girl blinked. She had calculated a course of action to counter the threat to her lover. The black SUV that had pulled in with government plates convinced Jasmine that Rolland was in serious trouble and was probably engaged in a hopeless effort to protect her. Due to her near lack of tactical combat knowledge it had taken her the whole period of time to process enough examples from the Internet to compose a plan to free Rolland and ensure their escape. Satisfied with her efforts she began to walk forward towards the lit glass doors of the police station.

****

Patrolman Jenkins looked up from his computer at the front desk expecting another junkie or homeless drunk, but instead his eyes were greeted by a hot young woman with red hair dressed only in a metallic blue leotard and shoes. He blinked for a few seconds before speaking.

"M-may I h-help you miss?"

"Yes, I am here to pick up my boyfriend. I believe you are holding him here."

"Um, I'm sorry miss, we don't have anybody in holding right now, but whomever your boyfriend is he's one lucky guy."

"Thank you, he is one lucky guy, but I am going to have to insist that you return him to me. May I go around back to look for him?"

"Oh no, you don't understand. We haven't picked up anybody all night, you must have the wrong station. Maybe I can look him up for you, what's his name?"

"His name is Rolland."

Jenkins froze for a second. He wasn't supposed to divulge to anyone that this Rolland kid was talking to some feds in back.

"Well, I can't help you. He doesn't appear to be in our system," he said, making a cursory glance at the computer.

"You didn't type anything into your terminal. It is not equipped with voice recognition technology. I will need to access your facility to search for my boyfriend."

"I'm sorry Miss, I can't let you back here. I'm sure your boyfriend will turn up in the morning."

Jasmine ignored the officer, walked over to the locked door next to the desk window and then proceeded to pull it open, shattering the locking mechanism in the process.

"HEY!" shouted Patrolman Jenkins his eyes bulging in disbelief. As he went for his gun he heard something like a camera flash charging. The redhead stepped around the edge of the wall separating the back side of the desk from the world and Jenkins could see her arm had morphed into a sleek silver metal energy weapon. The patrolman only had time for the briefest of thoughts before a loud sizzling crack rang out and a ball of plasma burned a neat hole through the center of his chest blowing him back into the wall.

Morphing her other hand into a cutting beam Jasmine began to walk down the central corridor of the building. Another officer popped out of the copier room with gun drawn, but before he could get off a shot Jasmine neatly sliced both hands clean off. The officer's shrieks of pain were cut off when his head was consumed by a ball of plasma.

Peeling out from behind a door the watch commander leveled a shotgun at Jasmine at racked it. "Don't fucking move!!"

He didn't give her much time to actually stop moving as she begin to fire into her nearly naked backside. However shot after shot either bounced off the metallic armour or lodged bloodlessly in her skin. Slowly the android turned around and in a snap motion raised her plasma blaster and sent the cop flying backwards in pieces. The detective on duty sprinted out of his office and ran towards the back store room where the Feds were. Opening the door he ducked inside and slammed it shut behind him.

Cartwright and the other agents had a good idea of what was happening as soon as they heard the distinctive sizzle of plasma weapons fire. As two of the men took up positions to cover the door Agent Cartwright grabbed Rolland's arm and pushed him towards an old pool table in the back of the room.

"No wait, let me go talk with her," pleaded Rolland. "I can stop her, she'll listen to me!"

"We don't know what Jasmine's capable of Rolland. You need to stay down and stay safe. We have some special hardware that should be able to stop her," Cartwright said, pointing to the other two agents opening a padded hard shell container and removing some sort of strange looking gun.

Rolland nodded blankly and got down behind the table where he could still peek his head out to see what was going on. Just then the door opened and one of the police detectives slid inside pressing his back against the door to keep it closed.

"There's a girl with some sort of death ray out there!! Nothing we do seems to stop..."

The officer was cut short when the door exploded in a burst of plasma, sending his body sliding along the floor leaving a bloody trail in its wake. The agents raised their weapons and took aim at the open doorway. Seconds past. The wait became painfully agonizing.

"What's going on here...where is she," cried one of the agents back to Cartwright.

"Hold your position, we have to get the weapon ready."

Suddenly a cinder block wall exploded as jasmine made her own entrance into the room causing a stray bit of pride to meander through Rolland as he took note of how clever Jasmine was. The agents covering the door turned to meet the threat with automatic weapons fire. Once again the bullets either bounced harmlessly off her armour or took chunks out of her synthflesh giving her even more of a terminator look as metal alloy became visible on and around her face. The plasma cannon still charging Jasmine made short work of the agent's firing at her with the cutting beam. However their sacrifice had given their partners enough time to prep and charge the special weapon made for just this sort of situation. As Jasmine turned to engage them the odd looking gun fired a net that wrapped around the Sister and then hit her with bright blue bolts of electricity.

"Gotcha," said Agent Cartwright under her breath.

Jasmine began to grab at the net and pull it off, but her movements were becoming jerky and stiff. A few more residual sparks of energy discharge as the net dropped to the floor and Jasmine began to take a few halting steps forward.

"Roooooollllllaaannndddd...w-w-where aaarrrrrrrre you," stammered the android girl, her voice full of inhuman electronic distortions as her head jerkingly scanned the room. "ERROR....ERROR...Systems Failure," continued Jasmine, her voice now a robotic monotone. "Motor system failure, weapons systems offline. Error in processor matrix location 0xA537BC23."

Jasmine's motions stopped completely as her voice caught on the last syllable, repeating it in an endless loop for a few seconds before falling completely silent. The two agents cautiously approached the still fembot's lifeless body, weapons drawn.

"Well it looks like we got her," said Agent Cartwright turning back to Rolland. "Don't worry, you did the right thing. We'll make sure that Jasmine can get the help she needs."

Rolland stepped out from behind the table and looked at the frozen face of his robot lover. He felt sad for her that things had to turn out this want and acknowledged to himself that he was solely responsible for her fate. Then he saw the face smile and wink.

"NO!! LOOK OUT!!" shouted Rolland.

His warning came too late as Jasmine deployed a three foot long energy blade from her right hand and brought it up in a graceful motion, cutting one agent neatly in two in the process. The other agent opened fire, but his shots were soon going wild as she disconnected his head from his shoulders. Agent Cartwright tried to run, but Jasmine caught her in the chest with a plasma blast blowing her across the room and into a pile of soccer balls and traffic cones. Rolland began to scream. Jasmine walked over, gave Rolland a loving kiss then silenced his screams by placing her hand over his mouth. Rolland stood there hyperventilating.

"Hey baby. Did you like my little malfunction scene there? I knew you'd find it really sexy."

Rolland looked at her for a second and then began to scream again.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"Now honestly Rolland you need to stop this silliness immediately! You are going to pass out if you keep this up."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"Rolland if you are unable to appreciate my saving you, malfunction scene and combat damage I will have to give you a time out until you can. I'm sorry, but you will thank me later," exclaimed Jasmine, an annoyed tone in her voice, as she reached out, grabbed Rollands neck and administered a short electrical shock."

"AHHHHHHHHHHH......"

Jasmine caught Rolland's limp body before it could hit the floor and casually slung him over her shoulder. Pressing into her belly button Jasmine released her abdominal panel, reached in and extracted an oblong device about the size of a grapefruit. Setting the timer for 2 minutes and the yield for 5 tonnes Jasmine tossed the anti-matter grenade in between a set of hockey goals. Breaking into a run Jasmine easily reached the minimum safe distance before a blinding white ball of energy obliterated the police station sent out a shock wave that shattered every window in a 3 block radius.

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When Rolland came to his mind felt like cotton and he had a splitting headache. It took him a little while to realize that he was back in his own bed again. For a wonderful few moments Rolland thought that all of the horrors that he had experienced had just been a terrible dream, but then Jasmine walked in, her head and face still bearing a number of bullet hits exposing the black synthmuscle and silver metal that lay below.

"Hello my love, I see you have regained consciousness."

"Wha, where, what happened," stammered Rolland, resisting the urge to just start screaming again.

"I brought you home after rescuing you from the man," said Jasmine, borrowing Rolland's jargon.

"Oh, thank you. They called and said I had to meet them. I didn't want to get you captured."

"Rolland, I overhead what the female agent said to you. You are not being truthful," said Jasmine looking displeased.

Now Rolland was beginning to fear for his own safety. It was as if he had jumped out of a Terminator movie and into that one with that crazy woman and the writer.

"You have been exhibiting signs of extreme stress and other neurological conditions. I have determined that most of your problems are due to the extreme unreliability of your organic hardware," said Jasmine in a matter of fact tone of voice.

"Wait what? My hardware?"

"Do not worry my sweet, I have found a way to overcome the problem," continued Jasmine, pulling out a small syringe filled with a silver substance that resembled mercury.

Rolland's eyes went wide with fear. "No! Get that shit away from me!" yelled Rolland as he struggled to get off the bed and away from the insane fembot.

Jasmine of course was having no more of his human silliness and firmly pinned his weak flesh body to the bed with one hand while effortlessly infesting the silver substance into his neck with the other. The substance had a secondary anesthetic effect and Rolland's vision dimmed as he lapsed back into unconsciousness.

[Teknophile]

Memo to self: When building personal fembot companion, DO NOT install weapons of any kind!

I have to say, I found it somewhat funny when Jasmine staged a "malfunction scene" in the middle of a fight, just to (she thinks!) turn Rolland on.

As for giving Freya more screen time, go for it! It'll be nice to read both sides of this story - we've been focusing on Rolland and Jasmine, so catching up with Freya might be a nice way to balance the story out.

As always, great work!

[Section_Eight]

Am I the only one who thought "scapegoat" when Jenkins said "solution"?

[Adon]

Hmm... well, considering that Jasmine's base personality comes from a collection of ASFR stuff, it looks like she's got it into her head to bring Rolland over to the robotic way of things. Where she got the silver stuff I have no idea, though.

I mean, stopping to think a moment, it sort of fits. ASFR stuff is going to give her a very slanted view of how awesome being a robot is, likely to the point that it's seen as a cure-all (and in fact it's treated that way in many a fic -- though to contrast, many a malfunction fic gives the impression that these very sophisticated machines aren't exactly able to stand up to what one would think would be a routine amount of stress). I also wonder if Rolland will be needing a new wardrobe, since one thing that is pretty consistent is that the robots are female. Or I could be completely wrong. XD

Overall it comes off as a cautionary tale thus far. Namely -- fantasy is well and good, but keep it in perspective. When your desire to fulfill your fetish begins to cloud your judgment, it's time maybe to take a step back.

Anyway, regarding Freya, I'm torn. On the one hand, I want to see more of her. I'm definitely more interested in her than in Rolland, though I'm finally sympathizing with the schmuck -- it doesn't excuse his behavior, but he's definitely learning his lessons the hardest way possible. On the other... I want to see the story flow at the pace you set out for yourself. So, ultimately, go with what works for the story you want to tell. If you can find a way to work in more Freya time without it being padding, that's cool. If not, that's cool too.

[Sthurmovik]

Where she got the silver stuff I have no idea, though.

She hacked some of her auto-repair nannos. They are very versatile little buggers

FYI the new Rolland will be more like an inorganic human than some sort of AI robot. Just keep that in mind.

I also wonder if Rolland will be needing a new wardrobe, since one thing that is pretty consistent is that the robots are female. Or I could be completely wrong. XD

Well fortunately(?) Freya is committed to the happiness of her boyfriend Rolland.

The original idea in the RP scenario was had Rolland steal Freya's body outright, but I am aware that there is a strong backlash against TG stories on this forum so I re-wrote things a little. Of course so much is already happening that adding TG here at the end wouldn't give me enough time to do it justice. Maybe I'll address it in a followup story.

Overall it comes off as a cautionary tale thus far. Namely -- fantasy is well and good, but keep it in perspective. When your desire to fulfill your fetish begins to cloud your judgment, it's time maybe to take a step back.

Most people's fantasies are usually grounded by the reality of their fantasies being unachievable. If a fantasy is achieved, more often than not, the result is less than optimal. For example about half of people who get a windfall of money (lottery, insurance, etc) blow it and wind up worse off or broke.

Rolland had a real live Fembot literally walk in off the street and his human mind was completely unprepared to control itself.

Anyway, regarding Freya, I'm torn. On the one hand, I want to see more of her. I'm definitely more interested in her than in Rolland, though I'm finally sympathizing with the schmuck -- it doesn't excuse his behavior, but he's definitely learning his lessons the hardest way possible. On the other... I want to see the story flow at the pace you set out for yourself. So, ultimately, go with what works for the story you want to tell. If you can find a way to work in more Freya time without it being padding, that's cool. If not, that's cool too.

I am going to write in the chapter now because it lets me tie up some lose ends and shine a bit more light on Freya's character as she deals with the mess that she is ultimately responsible for. I mean if you give an advanced military spec android body to a chimp and the chimp kills someone, do you blame the chimp?? She's got a little work to do on the redemption side as well.