A Contradiction of Life - Part 7

[The Liar]

A Contradiction of Life - Part 7

David had mixed feelings.

Alyssa was safe now… but she sold him out, and lost him his job.

The betrayal had stung far more then the loss of employment.

He left the building to find Alyssa standing by his car. Her eyes were downcast, and a solemn look on her face.

David walked up to her. Her eyes refused to meet his. He stared at her for a few moments in silence. “Just, get in the car.” He said.

They entered the car and David began driving.

Alyssa said nothing, but just stared wistfully out the window. The silence grew maddening to David. “Don’t you have anything to say!?” David spat out through clenched teeth.

Alyssa didn’t look at him, but continued to stare out the window.

“Please hate me.” She replied quietly.

David wasn’t sure what he had expected, but that wasn’t it. His rage dissipated to be replaced by a sudden stabbing sense of guilt.

What kind of position had he put her in? He had suggested stealing her when she had the sword of Damocles hanging over her head. They would have found out eventually, and he doubted they would have graded her well if she had tried to hide this from them.

They arrived at David’s apartment.

“Alyssa,” David said apologetically as they left the car, “I’m sorry for yelling at you, I’m sorry for the position I put you in. You must have been terrified of what would happen if you didn’t tell them.”

Alyssa stared at him for a second.

“I wasn’t.” She stated solemnly, “I felt neither fear nor dread, or any other form of anxiety. My frame of mind was the same as it would have been, had I merely been answering the door.”

She averted her eyes from his.

“Please hate me.” She repeated.

This answer shocked David, but her apparent self-loathing suppressed any anger he might have felt.

They continued to his apartment in silence.

“I’m…I’m sure you never thought they’d fire me.” David suggested as they entered.

“I didn’t,” Alyssa replied, “because I never thought about the consequences. If I had, I probably would have thought this an over reaction on their part, but even if I thought your termination was assured, I still would have done it! I didn’t think about it because the consequences were irrelevant!”

Alyssa paused for a moment; David was speechless.

Alyssa sat down with a dejected look.

“Protocol dictates I report all potential security threats.” Alyssa explained, “I’m sure that sounds like an even more bullshit reason to you then to me.”

David felt a hollow pit in his stomach. He turned away from Alyssa, and headed for his liqueur cabinet.

He grabbed a full bottle of vodka, poured himself a large glass, and downed it. Then poured another and repeated the process.

“Oh, god.” Alyssa, had noticed what he was doing, “David stop that! You could-“

“Shud ub!” David shouted, “id’s…id’s…nob like youb care…” at this point he blacked out.

***

He must have been out for many hours because when he awoke, dusk was already beginning to settle…and he had the worst hangover of his life.

His head pounded, and he felt nauseas. He ran to the sink and quickly downed several glasses of water.

When his headache and nausea had subsided, he finally noticed Alyssa.

She was bent over the table, her skirt was lifted up, and her panties were around her ankles. Dried cum crusted her trimmed auburn pubic hair. Her head was turned over her shoulder looking at him.

David felt sick in a way that had nothing to do with his hangover.

“You told me to bend over the table and stay that way.” Alyssa stated with no inflection.

“Oh god, Alyssa,” David said horrified, “You-you can get back up. I’m so sorr-“

“Stop it!” Alyssa shot him a glare, as she pulled up her panties, “I’m not Tammy! There’s nothing forcing me to do anything! I thought over the situation and said to myself, ‘I’d be happy to bend over this table, let this man, drunk out of his mind have his way with me, then moronically stay that way for 5 hours after he’s passed out on the floor, and won’t remember anything anyway.’”

There was not a trace of sarcasm in Alyssa’s statement.

“Because that's who I am!” She continued, “I’m an integrated matrix! I only do something if I choose to!”

Alyssa suddenly got a haunted look.

“Only…if…I choose to,” She suddenly sunk to the floor, wrapping her arms around her herself, “Nothing’s… necessary. Oh my god…Tammy.”

David looked on, stunned and confused.

“I was happy when you accepted me as a robot.” Alyssa said wistfully, “When you’d take me on dates in spite of that fact. But you hadn’t, not really.”

“You just kept playing at me being human,” Alyssa gave David a sullen glare, “and I just got more terrified of what you’d think of me when you finally saw the real me.”

Alyssa paused.

“You have no idea what I do all day.” Alyssa stated coldly.

“That bastard Morris tried to show you at your worst, so-” David began, but was cut off by Alyssa.

“My worst?” Alyssa asked scoffingly. She gave a grim unhappy smile, “Androids in the testing department get used for tasks they feel might be psychologically damaging for humans to do. The test with Mary was… how did they put it, ‘insuring behavior remained with in designated parameters, regardless of applied negative stimulus.’… I’d spent hours tormenting her before hand. He didn’t show me at my worst, he showed me at my best.”

Alyssa let out a sob.

“10 seconds,” she said crying, “She only had 10 seconds. 14 seconds was her death sentence. I condemned her for not destroying herself in a timely fashion for the bitch who tortured her all day!”

Tears began running down her face, and she rocked back and forth.

‘And Tammy.” she sobbed “I was the one they got to test her matrix stability. You were so worried for her, and I gave you those ridiculous reassurances. They… I… made her do horrible things. They…I… tried to see how fast I could get her matrix to collapse.”

Alyssa looked David in the eyes.

“I had her murder her children,” She declared bitterly, “…they weren’t real children, just virtual constructs in her mind, but I had her kill each of them … until she collapsed. Then I’d reset her, and do it again seeing if I could collapse her faster. I did this 54 times.”

Alyssa looked away, and was quite for a moment.

“So this is who I am.” She said softly, “A sociopathic puppet. A monster who’ll perform any atrocity because she’s told to, then come home and be all happy and loving with you... I can’t believe I ever had the gall to ask you to love me!”

David stared at her crying form. Regardless of what she just confessed, he couldn’t stand to see her like this. He reached out his arm to comfort her, and she slapped it away.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Alyssa shouted, “Hit me! Fuck me! But don’t you dare try to comfort me!”

Alyssa buried her face, in her knees.

“Don’t you…dare,” She sobbed, “… the hell…is wrong…with you.”

David didn’t know what to do, so he just sat there watching her cry, as darkness fell outside.

***

Authors Notes: Sorry about the day late.Err...Well...So how much sympathy do you have for the devil?

[TheSpotConlon]

I don't know, but I could feel my toes curl. That's good writing, but a horrible feeling.

[The Liar]

It will be a little while before I can finish this; though I'll likely get back to it before the end of august.

[Robjoe]

Oh wow, this story. I stumbled across it on the wiki a month or two ago, and today I came back to see if you had anything more done, and sure enough, I wasn't disappointed. I love it.

I can't put to words how this makes me feel. The subject matter is extremely disturbing, and its dark portrayal here definitely tells no lies about its nature. The overwhelming emotions I feel for David and Alyssa, my fear and sadness, leave a horrible pit my stomach that only gets bigger and bigger with each passing scene. The horrifying realizations that they're both coming to, and their own methods of running away and putting it all out of their minds... it's all so well-realized and believable.

This really hits me on personal level, as this is the dark side lingering behind every sexual fantasy I have. It's one of the most terrifying thoughts I have when imagining scenarios: Just what is this girl? Is she really something special, or is she just a mindless, rewritable simulation of life? Under most other circumstances, I end up shrugging it off before I get too worried about it, but here it's the whole point of the story.

Actually, I tried writing something very similar to this years ago, but I wasn't really sure of what I was doing, or how to do it, and the whole thing came out absolutely dreadful. It's wonderful to see someone else pursuing this and having some legitimate success with it (at least in my eyes). I'm very excited to see where this goes from here, and wish you the best of luck!

[DollSpace]

I don't know, but I could feel my toes curl. That's good writing, but a horrible feeling.

I feel the same... very good writing, but it makes me want to cry... Liar, you've created one hell of a story and really made a very important statement and established yourself as an excellent writer. Please update this sooner rather than later! lol