Mirror Image Part 15

[Sthurmovik]

I decided to make chapter 15 a shorter and add one more chapter to the story not just due to the length of the old chapter 15, but the fact that it put two big turning points in the same chapter which struck me as a little awkward.

Anyway here's the low point for Rolland's story arc. I hope that we can all agree that no matter what happens next Rolland will have learned his lesson.

I will try to get Chapter 16 out ASAP, but I am on a slow computer now and I might just want to take a break from it's locking up Google Docs every minute.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 15

As Rolland woke up he knew something was different. The fog of what must have been a very deep sleep lifted from his mind and Rolland felt just plain better. His breathing felt easier, the feelings of laying on his bed felt crisper, he could hear the small clicks from his computer across the room and when he opened his eyes every detail was razor sharp and every color was vibrant. As he lay there wondering just what Jasmine had done to him a partial answer came when he tried to get a better look at one of his movie posters and his vision somehow zoomed in on it.

"Ahhhh!" yelped Rolland, startled by the slightly disorienting effect. Trying to somehow make his vision un-zoom Rolland got an even bigger surprise when a computer style graphical interface popped up in his visual field complete with taskbar and start button. "What the fuck!!" yelled Rolland, sitting up in bed and looking down at himself.

What Rolland beheld was far more wonderful than it was terrifying. His body had somehow been changed into what he could best describe as fantasy ideal. Smooth blemish free skin with six-pack abs, bulging pecs and arms and legs similarly ripped. Gone was his flabby, fat body and in its place was the happy medium between scrawny weakling and body builder. Reaching lifting the sheet aside Rolland found that his package, which before could best be described as adequate, had expanded in both length and girth that even soft it bordered on the edge of intimidating. Best of all he didn't feel tired and out of shape any more. Rolland wasn't sure if this was some sort of apology from Jasmine for murdering all those people at the police station or just another manifestation of her insanity that had just happened to result in a positive outcome.

"Well I'll be," remarked Rolland, flexing his arms, "looks like I might be able to take on that crazy chick on equal terms now."

Diving into the start menu like any good computer geek Rolland was a bit disappointed to find that whatever software he now had installed appeared to be far more rudimentary than he had found on Jasmine. Diagrams were unlabeled. Configuration settings often had poor or confusing text and sometimes instead of text there were just number strings or strange symbols. Aside from the GUI and superhuman senses Rolland didn't feel at all synthetic. Thoughts and feelings hadn't turned to "1's and 0's" or "data" as was typically described in so many of the transformation themed stories he read online. Try as he might he couldn't find any check boxes or sliders changing his sexual preferences or toggling fetishes. He felt completely human and further investigation of his hardware diagram revealed that instead of crystal processors like Jasmine had in her torso he still possessed some sort of brain device within the confines of his skull. Rolland soon found himself torn between finding a way to quickly resolve the situation with his homicidal android companion and taking some time to allow her to help show him what this body was capable of.

"After all I've done I doubt Freya would be very receptive about letting me keep this," Rolland sighed glancing over towards the closet where the extractor was stored.

"Hello my love. I see the nanno-machines were 15 minutes ahead of schedule in finishing your upgrade."

Rolland looked up to see a naked Jasmine smiling at him. "Wow Jasmine. This is amazing, I don't know what to say."

"You could say you love me," said the android as she walks in and sat down on the bed next to Rolland.

Rolland looked up and smiled at her. "I love you," he said and In a way he still meant it.

"Well I love you to."

"Maybe we should do something to show how much we love each other?" hinted Rolland, a smile on his face.

"Ooo, that sounds like a wonderful idea, but first I need to finish your upgrade."

"Finish it? I don't understand. What needs finishing? I feel great!"

"Since I was initialized I have determined that you meet the criteria for no fewer than 12 mental health defects as documented in the DSM-IV. These will need to be corrected."

"What mental health defects? I feel fine!"

"Depression, OCD, Shyness, anti-social disorder to list a few."

"No no no, I'm fine, I don't want further upgrades," said Rolland moving to get out of the bed.

Suddenly Jasmine's hand reached up and plugged something into Rolland's neck locking his body up and making it unresponsive to his commands. Fear welling in his eyes Rolland looked up and saw the interface cable trailing back to a similar port in Jasmine's neck.

"Jasmine, no, don't do this to me, please."

"Relax Rolland," said Jasmine gently rubbing Rolland's hair. "You'll be happy once I am finished."

Rolland was hit by a wave of disorientation and dizziness. A static buzz filled his audio perception and listening closely Rolland could swear it sounded like a voice whispering words he couldn't quite catch the meaning of at a very rapid pace. Then his vision began to flicker with what seemed like random images and patterns that, like the sounds, accelerated to a blur that Rolland's mind was simply unable to process on a conscious level. Rolland quickly lost all sense of time and was unable to tell if the strange sights and sounds had gone on for hours or days, but eventually they stopped and he saw Jasmine disconnect the cable from his neck.

//"What the fuck did you do to me Jasmine!" hollered Rolland.

"Hey there lover, don't you feel better now?"

//"NO! I feel exactly the same, what did you do to me!!"

"You're right, I do feel better. Like a great weight has been listed from my mind, thank you Jasmine."

Rolland was confused. That sounded like his voice, but he didn't say anything and and he wasn't sure why wasn't Jasmine responding to his protests.

//"Jasmine! What the fuck was that?! Who's talking!!"

Suddenly Rolland's body reached out and gently brought Jasmine in for a long, deep kiss. Rolland tried to pull back, tried to push her away, but it was as if his body was acting on its own.

"I love you Jasmine, now we can be together forever," Rolland heard his voice say again.

"Why don't we give this new body of yours a little test drive. Jasmine Unit ready for commands," said said, breaking into her robotic monotone.

"Jasmine Unit, get on your knees and such my cock," commanded Rolland's voice.

//"No...NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!" cried Rolland as he tried everything he could think of to get his body to show some response to his will.

Jasmine obediently did as she was command and Rolland began to feel arousal. The only problem was Rolland wasn't in the least bit aroused. It was as if the feelings were being piped in and he was experiencing someone Else's arousal. Rolland was intelligent enough to realize what had happened. His own perfect gynoid lover had found him inadequate and reprogrammed a replacement, pushing his own awareness into the basement recesses of New Rolland's subconscious. While the irony of what had happened was not lost on Rolland, the effect was still crushing and all Rolland could do was curl up and cry tearless tears as New Rolland climaxed and shot his synthetic cum deep into Jasmine's vibrating throat.

"Jasmine Unit, lay down on the edge of the bed with your feet on the floor, face down. Activate sexual systems," said New Rolland as he looked down into Jasmine's green eyes.

//"Oh god, Jasmine, that's not me! Don't you see it?! THAT'S NOT THE REAL ME! HELP ME!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!!"

"Affirmative, command received," said Jasmine getting up to lay down on the bed.

//"No...Jasmine...you love me. You said you loved me! Don't you see that's NOT THE REAL ME!?!?"

Rolland was left to cry, scream and curse the empty darkness as his muscular new body walked over and began to pound Jasmine's tight little pussy unit from behind. The cycle of botplay, sex and orgasm continued for what felt like days with only short breaks to eat, sleep and perform "maintenance." With nothing to do in his mental prison Rolland hatched upon the idea of somehow being able to "hack" his way back into control of his body, and even thought he was having some success while New Rolland's mind rested, but classic Rolland's hopes were dashed when he became aware that what was left of his mind was steadily getting weaker. It was as if someone were turning down the volume on the sensory input coming to him from the active part of his mind. He soon found himself having to strain to clearly see through his eyes or hear through his ears. Even the regular orgasms that provided Rolland a welcome distraction from his hellish prison were becoming increasingly less vibrant. Soon the input diminished to such an extent that Rolland was left for much of the time alone in darkness with only his thoughts and memories to keep him company. When those too began to fade Rolland actually began to feel hopeful because soon he would be released from his prison.

If there was one thing that being alone with his thoughts did for Rolland it was his acceptance of how much he deserved this fate. The time for crying was over. Rolland just sat in the shrinking corner of his replacement's synthetic brain and waited in a Zen-like state for that moment when he would simply cease to exist.

[DollSpace]

Very interesting...not sure completely what my reaction to this part is, but I am definitely intrigued. Oh, and shyness isn't a mental illness... Social phobia is, I believe, though.

~Catie

[Sthurmovik]

Very interesting...not sure completely what my reaction to this part is, but I am definitely intrigued. Oh, and shyness isn't a mental illness... Razz Social phobia is, I believe, though.

Well I was hoping people would end up feeling bad for Rolland, even if he does deserve it. It's a pretty harsh way to learn being reprogrammed might not be fun. I was working off the idea that a personality is linked to a person and that person's soul and, at least in Rolland's case, rapid brainwashing lead to the creation of a new person and the marginalization of the old one.

The thing with the "mental disorders" is that if you read it the DSM-IV can be read to include almost ANYTHING as a mental disorder so to someone naive like Jasmine Rolland would appear to need a good deal of reprogramming, when in reality he's just a fairly typical human.