In a day or two I'll start a thread talking about what I should write next. Until then enjoy the Epilogue. After I get the story fully proofread I'll post it to the Wiki.
For some of my thoughts on the story first I hope everyone picked on the multiple meanings on the title. Not only does it refer to the reversal of the situations found in most Fembot lit, Rolland and Freya's fetishes Mirror eachother and Freya and Jasmine looked identical.
For the moral of the story its just your basic be careful what you wish for tale that also has both characters discovering that what they wanted and what they needed were two different things.
It's not to late for some more deep discussions like were had with Family Values.
BTW, if anyone wants to discuss some illustrations I would be more than glad help on the idea end.
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Epilogue
Rolland relaxed at a sunny outdoor cafe table catching up on the day's news on his electronic reader. He knew that he could just bring up the news feed directly in his visual field, but he preferred the tactile interaction the physical instrument provided and moreover he didn't much care for that vacant eyed expression one got when surfing the net in one's own mind. Of course the exception to this was when that expression was on a hot gynoid and having reminded himself of that fact Rolland looked up from his news, lifted his sunglasses slightly and shot a glance over at one of the other cafe patrons staring off into space.
"See anything you like sir?"
The voice caught Rolland by surprise and he looked up to see a red headed woman in combat gear sit down at his table.
"Oh, hello there. Where might you owner be? I was thinking of making a purchase," said Rolland, a sarcastic grin on his face.
"Oh, he's not in today, but I might be authorized to provide a free...test drive."
Rolland broke out in a chuckle and shook his head.
"What!" demanded Freya. "I know you find that sort of stuff hot."
"I do, but it just doesn't work with you. You acting like the obedient little fembot just seems silly to me for some reason."
"That's because you got to know me too well."
"It's more likley because because I've seen you shoot a few to many terrorists in the head."
"Hey, it's not my fault if you choose to watch all my combat recordings."
"It's not like I have a choice with your constant demands for new gadgets and gizmoes. Who to I look like...Q?"
"Speaking of, did you finish that wireless hardware override device for those Terran Alliance rogues?"
"Of course, Q never fails," said Rolland smiling and handing over a small hard-shell plastic case.
Freya opened the case and instantly rolled her eyes as she lifted out one of the devices. "A remote? You put them into the form factor of a 20th century remote control? You are one sick puppy."
"Hey, don't blame me. One of the design requirements was a camouflaged enclosure."
"I guess you'll be wanting the PoV recordings from that mission as well?"
"Yes....very yes," replied Rolland.
A young looking woman with black and hot pink hair and a sleeveless red metallic body suit walked up with their food.
"Let's see now, I have a Thai iced tea for you sir," said the waitress, "and for the lady a Superfund salad with the dioxin vinaigrette."
"It looks wonderful, nice and fresh," commented Freya.
"Thank you, the greens were grown with our own special mix of heavy metals."
The waitress turned to go back to the kitchen as Freya dug in. She quickly noticed that Rolland was giving her a funny look.
"What!," she said in an annoyed tone, "I'm not organic....remember? There is no reason for me to be bound by human dietary constraints."
"It's just....disturbing. I just can't get over it."
"You know sometimes you're still a slave to your old squishy brain. You should really consider getting your taste drivers upgraded."
"No thanks, I think I'll stick with some of my old organic habits a while longer if you don't mind."
"Meh, your choice, but you're really missing out."
"Hey Freya," said Rolland changing the subject, "what's with Sisters working as waitresses? You would think they would use some sort of non-sentient robot for that sort of work."
"What, you looking for a hot date tonight?"
"No, I'm serious."
"Sisters are like any other species. We have artists and writers and people who are just stuck finding themselves. They gotta work too."
"I guess it's true, the more things change the more they stay the same. Well, except for your toxic salad."
Rolland and Freya continued to enjoy their lunch when suddenly a familiar face walked in through the wall of flowering vines that surrounded the cafe patio.
"Freya! Rolland! I can't believe it's you," exclaimed Anne as she rushed forward to embrace the pair.
The former Human FBI agent looked more mature than the mid 20 year old shells that most Sisters preferred, but her body was still flawless and stunning. She appeared generally like she did before only her hair was a lighter shade of blond and she could totally pull off the metallic blue bodysuit with golden arms and tight designer jeans.
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"Woah, Anne, you're looking good," remarked Rolland.
"I can say the same about you. How's that body of yours working out?"
"Well no problems so far, but the warranty period is almost up so who knows," said Rolland knocking on the wooden table.
"We really need to keep in better contact," said Freya.
"I know, I heard you got promoted to Major. That's quite impressive."
"Yeah," said Freya sheepishly, "I was the big hero for stopping that rogue and recovering all that lost technology. After I got remarkably high marks on my creativity and intuition assessment I was a shoe-in for the promotion."
"Well thanks to you I now have a job in the Special Investigation Branch."
"I always knew you had skills every bit as impressive as my own, you just needed the proper hardware upgrade. So how are you feeling as an AI?"
"Well you were right in that it definitely feels different and sometimes I miss those quirky little aspects of being human, but as an investigator I have never felt more at home than I have since I joined your little Sisterhood."
"And I'm sure you're enjoying the other perks as well," chided Freya.
Anne blushed. "Well of course. Did you perhaps want to set up a little date? That's if Rolland doesn't mind."
"Oh, sure I won't mind a little girl's night out, although I can't promise I won't be tempted to crash."
"Well," continued Freya, "I might have to take a rain check on your offer. My life is going to be getting very hectic over the next few months because, um, Rolland and I are initializing a child..."
"I can't believe it!," shouted Anne, causing several other Sisters in the cafe to look over as she embraced Freya in a great big hug. "On my god, is she compiled yet?"
"Yeah, she was compiled almost a year ago so we're getting ready to design her shell. Her maturation date is in about 6 months."
"Oh, I am so happy for you!" gushed Anne. "What did you decide to name her?"
Freya and Rolland were silent for a bit as they took eachother's hand, then Freya answered. "We decided to name her Jasmine."
Anne's ebullient face came back down to earth for a moment as she remembered the tragic experiences that had brought them all to this point.
"That's a very fitting tribute," said Anne in a much more subdued tone. "I know she'll make the old Jasmine proud. Did, um...Rolland...contribute anything to the personality seed?"
"Yes, I did," barked Rolland sounding slightly offended. "Just because I'm a Natural Intelligence doesn't mean I can contribute aspects of my personality to a new Sister."
"I need to apologize for Rolland," Freya quickly interjected. "Not all Sisters are completely open to the concept of hybrid AI/NI personalities yet."
"I didn't mean to put things like that," said Anne, "I'm sure Jasmine will be a lovely child that you can both be proud of."
"Well, fingers crossed," said Freya with an impish grin on her face. "With my duties at work Rolland is having to play the single parent most of the time."
"Oh, she hasn't got a chance has she, the poor girl," chuckled Anne.
"Hey! Just because I'm the only "husband" in the sub-division doesn't mean everybody should joke about me like I'm some sort of unfit parent for a newly initialized Sister."
Freya went on. "Get this, apparently she found a way to hack her teachers' AI so that she would get more gold stars."
"I can't believe it," said Anne rolling her eyes. "I guess she's definitely her father's daughter."
"I had to have a little talk with her about cheating," said Freya.
"It wasn't cheating!" protested Rolland. "She's very talented. She felt the need to change the conditions of the test. Maybe you should tell Anne whose personality components are responsible for her beating up all the other AI children?"
"Hey, it's not her fault," said Freya quickly leaping to Jasmine's defense. "She faces a lot of teasing for having a human father."
Anne had a good laugh before suddenly making a function call to her chronometer. "Oh hell it's after 1300! Listen, I'd love to stay and have a laugh, but I really need to get going. I have to compile reports on several recent shell theft cases."
"Well stay safe and look me up on Facebook!" Freya called out as Anne turned to leave.
Not wanting to get into an argument about what part of Jasmine's personality came from which parent the couple quietly finished their meal and then authorized a bill payment. As they both collected their things and got up to leave Rolland took Freya's hand.
"Freya, " began Rolland, "I know single parents are common, but I really think that Jasmine would benefit by you spending some more time with her."
"I know Rolland. I only have one more mission and then I'll be able to plug into VR full time until she reaches maturation. I know we were joking back there, but I trust you to guide our daughter into life in the physical world. I know you would never let anything happen to her."
Rolland smiled. "Thanks. So what's this last mission you have to do? I thought you said you were going to be off duty as of today."
"Ugh, just some stupid thing that came up at the last minute," groaned Freya. "They found a class 3 Earth with some sort of covert worldwide "Institute" that's secretly turning human women into androids."
"Weird. Is it some sort of world domination plot or an assimilation species?"
"We think its an assimilation species so they want me to lead a team in to verify. It's very rare to catch one in this stage of formation."
"If you keep getting these high profile missions I see another promotion in your future."
"Well the only thing in my future now is our daughter."
"Stay safe Freya, I don't want you coming home in a box...like you did after that mission to the Hesperus system."
"Oh you don't? I can't recall remember you complaining that entire week."
Rolland blushed for a second before pulling Freya close and kissing her deeply for several minutes. They needed no verbal confirmation of their love or trite farewells. The two list made one last eye contact and went their separate ways.
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