NEW! What Once was Lost, Chapter 2

[gynoneko]

Installment 2. I hope you guys like it. If you have any suggestions or ideas or comments, please Please PLEASE leave them on the bottom of the page, and I will read them.
I was going to go farther with this chapter, but decided to end it here, and pick up the next chapter at the start of the next day, and a few surprises. Look forward to it!

Chapter One
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What Once was Lost
Chapter Two: A Goodnight Kiss
By Gynoneko


I worried as I pulled up to my apartment complex that my neighbors would see me carrying a naked unconscious girl into my apartment. Last thing I needed was to be seen as a predator, psycho killer, or date rapist. Normally I didn’t see my neighbors much, but there was always that chance that they were heading out for something late at night just as I was heading in. I decided the best way to tackle this was to scout ahead carrying the bags of accessories before I tried carrying up the girl. Trying carefully not to make any noise, I checked out each window I passed, carrying the crinkling bags in my hands, and to my delight I found they were all dark. Usually the college students downstairs would be rowdy and noisy if they were home, which probably meant they were being just as annoying somewhere else. The apartment on the same floor as me was no longer inhabited, which meant that I would be in the clear as soon as I got to the top floor.

I returned downstairs, leaving my apartment door ajar to make it easier to get back in with a full load. I double checked to make sure no one was around, and reached into the passenger seat and lifted up my lifeless guest. Curse these car doors for never fully closing unless they are slammed! As quietly as possible, which wasn’t very, I closed the door behind me and bolted for the stairs. One flight, then a second, I could feel wandering eyes from every dark crevice and doorway and window staring at me, judging me, asking why I would be carrying a dead girl to my room in such a hurry. I could hear the eyes gaining voices, calling me names like murderer, necrophiliac, or (shudder) kinky newlyweds. Finally, I made it to the top, and with a push of my butt, entered into my apartment. She seemed much heavier now than when I first lifted her. My arms were screaming for some rest; I really should work-out more. I ran her over to my sofa, where I set her sitting up before running back to the door. A quick peek outside… no one saw, at least not that I could tell. This time I slammed my door shut, not caring if anyone saw anymore; I was done being stealthy. Finally, I was safe, back in my apartment, and feeling both exhausted and excited at the same time.

My apartment was dark, cold, and silent. I flipped on the lights, which instantly warmed up the place to something suitable to support life. It wasn’t a big apartment, nice but not big. For a single bachelor, it was a personal haven, and better than I deserved. The ceilings were tall, and the place was kept tidy with dark wood furniture and a brown sofa. There were no porno mags on the floor, no used condoms in the sink, no fist or head sized holes in the wall. It didn’t have that bachelor pad feel to it. I was far too finicky to live like a frat house, which is what the apartment downstairs looked like. I’d seen inside it before. Not only did the smell of beer ooze from that place as soon as you step onto the landing, it looked like a football team exploded inside, leaving behind every masculine stereotype and novelty sex object you could imagine. There were posters of naked girls on all the walls, condoms everywhere, used and otherwise, beer cans occupying any given corner of the room, and not a shred of decency anywhere. The worst part about it was their computer. They asked me to fix their crashed computer as a favor, and having a bunch of strong guys owe you a favor was never a bad thing. I had to wear surgical gloves just to touch the mouse, the keyboard stuck with god knows what, and about 98% of the hard drive was dedicated to porn. It took me hours to fix the problem, which resulted in them getting a bigger hard drive, a backup, and investing in some self-control, in which I’m sure they lost their investment. You’d think 20 guys lived in that apartment, but only 3 did. No, my place looked like a palace compared to theirs. To any normal human, it looked more like a couple lived there, except it lacked any feminine touch to it. It was neat, clean, small, smelled good, and was all mine.

I could feel a cold coming on as I stood there locking the door behind me, especially after having been drenched in that accursed rain. It still beat down, lighter now than before, but enough to make me aware of its constant presence, beating lightly on the windows. April greeted me with a meow and a rub against my legs, before sauntering over to investigate her new toy. The first thing I did was to take off my soaking shirt and pants, and put on something dry and warm. Once in my bedroom, I picked out some sweat pants and a t-shirt from my dresser, and entered the living room to investigate my silent guest. April was already sitting on her lap, looking up at the still form, before losing interest and coming over to me to ask for food. April was very persistent when it came to food, and she wouldn’t let anyone get away from her without a severe loving until they gave her some food. I relented, and went to the kitchen to feed my poor starving kitty. I hadn’t smelled anything suspicious yet, so I decided she had been a good kitty, and rewarded her with an extra kitty treat on top of her food. She dove in as though she had never eaten before in her life.

While my usually prissy kitty gobbled down her meal, I eyed the girl on the couch, ever silent and still. She was still cold and wet, getting my sofa wet too, but I decided to forgive her this time and went to my linen closet to grab a towel. Sitting on the edge of the sofa next to her, I gently started to dry her short hair, which almost looked black from all the rain. I’m sure she would look better with it done up properly, but at least this way it was dry. My jacket still clung to her body, and I felt my heart skip a beat at the thought of taking it away from her. She wasn’t objecting, and I ordered myself to be a gentleman and an adult, so I gently lifted my jacket away from her chest. I tried not to stare, but stare I did.

In the light of my apartment, I got a much better look at the mysterious robot. She was definitely in her 20s (or at least designed to look that way), with a lightly tanned complexion. Her skin was almost flawless, with a few freckles that only made her look cuter. Her breasts were amazing. I had never before seen a pair of breasts so perfectly shaped. I wanted to reach out to touch and caress them. I could get away with it too, and my pants were not objecting to the notion. I held my hand back, refraining from fondling this attractive gynoid, while I took in her whole body. She was a curvy girl, with a body only a true adult woman would have, and it drove me wild. As I pulled the jacket away, I couldn’t help but take note that her public hair was short and trimmed in a rectangle. I took in this beautiful sight a moment or two longer, appreciating the hard work and artistry that her designers put into her, before tossing my jacket at the closet. I figured I’d hang it up tomorrow, it wasn’t going anywhere tonight.

I sat back down next to her, still staring, and began to dry off the rest of her with the towel. I started with her back, and moved my way around to her arms and chest. I made sure her chest was very dry. Her breasts reacted so naturally to my hands, I couldn’t help but play a little bit with them, before moving on. So far, there was still no sign that this girl was a robot, except she still had those wires protruding from her back. I took a closer look at those wires. They were relatively thick for standard computer cables, with the thickest connected to her spine. Where these wires attached to her body, I could see ports on her back, like computer ports, but in her skin. Somehow the skin either moved out of the way or was just not there where the ports were. She was definitely a robot. The metal case the other ends of the wires were attached to rested on the floor beside her.

I leaned over her (taking my time and enjoying it) and picked up the metal case. It had the model number as the one on her box, XS90f, and appeared to have a lock on the front. I figured I would have to get a locksmith, or maybe just try prying it open with a crowbar, and was pleasantly surprised to see they hadn’t yet set the lock. It snapped open, and I lifted the lid to gaze inside. It was a portable terminal for an android, kind of like a powerful single-purpose laptop. It was a very impressive sight, and I tried turning it on, hoping to activate my guest. Password protected. Damn. I could spend all night working on that and still not get in. Maybe my A.I. could do it, but that would be a task for later. I held down the power button, and allowed the service station to conduct a soft shutdown, thereby allowing it to finish any tasks it may have been doing with the girl, before I moved on.

I took note of the cables, and removed them from the silent figure. Now that the service station was shut down, I didn’t have to worry about messing up a data transfer. Pulling them out of her back, I could now clearly see the mechanical nature of this girl, and for some reason this excited me. I decided I would see if I could get her to activate without the box, maybe she didn’t need it to start up on her own. I was going to lay her flat on the sofa, but that didn’t leave me much room to work, and the floor is not a comfortable place to do this type of work. I decided instead to carry her into the bedroom, and perform my experiments on the bed. Sounds kinky, I know, but it was the largest flattest surface I had that would be soft and safe to work on.

As I carried her, I was reminded about how soft she felt if still cold. I couldn’t help but want to get to know her, even though she was just a lifeless machine right now. Something about her face, perhaps the innocence in it, or perhaps her helpless nature, drew me to her, and intrigued me. I wanted to discover more about her, but the only way I could do that right now, was with her body. I hoped I would at least find a power switch, and be able to have a conversation.

She looked fast asleep laying peacefully on my bed. Since I only had her body to work with, I got to work. I started exploring every part of her, starting with her face. I felt for any buttons or seams, I looked for any sign she was a robot. I felt her neck; her nose; her chin; her ears. She felt as human as anyone, even inside her mouth looked normal. I continued my investigation lower. I explored her neck, her chest, her arms, her breasts. I was thorough with her breasts, but there really was nothing odd about them, they were perfect human breasts! And really nice ones at that! So perky and full, her bosoms were the ideal of sensual beauty. I continued down her abdomen, to her waist and her hips. I was gentle with her when I got to her crotch. I was so nervous for some reason; I just didn’t feel right touching her there, so I was sure to be fast but delicate. I tried to feel for anything that seemed out of the ordinary on the surface, but didn’t notice anything except she was cold. I was about to try entering her vagina with a finger, but decided against it… What would I find there but a vagina? That and I was just not ready to do something like that to her, so I moved on to her legs, and then her feet before I flipped her over to check her back. The places where the cables were removed were the only parts of her body that revealed her true nature. Without the little metal ports in her back, I never would have suspected she was not human. I could find nothing else however. Nothing, that is, until I got back to her head again.

When I was exploring her face before, I didn’t really feel in her hair that much. However, by running my hands through her hair now, I felt a flap of skin, or some other subtle protrusion, that didn’t belong. Spreading the hair aside, I discovered a port just above the back of her neck, in the base of her skull. The flap of skin and hair that covered it was loose, and normally would have been tightly sealed, but I suppose the incident with the car may have pulled something out of there, loosening it up. I looked closer, it was a high speed port, but next to it was a flash card reader. It actually had a mini flash card still in it! I depressed the tiny card, thereby ejecting it, and pulled it out.

“64” I read aloud. “64… Tb! Terabytes! That’s one hell of a flash card!” It was one of those tiny ones too, the kind you’d normally need to use in an adapter so it would fit into your computer or camera. This tiny chip packed one hell of a punch! Intrigued, I placed a blanket over the exposed girl, still laying on her stomach, and retreated to my computer room. Most people assume a computer room has one, maybe 2 computers in it. Well, in my case, there were a few work stations, several terminals, and enough processing power to run the government. Not to mention my A.I. experiments, including my latest and greatest interaction experiment, the tablet PC interface. There was barely enough space for me to fit in the room; if I gained any weight, I’d be stuck. I liked to run A.I. stress tests… for kicks. I’d often find the latest A.I. in development online, and run it through the gauntlet, looking for loose threads and errors. I always found some. That was why I had been spending my nights, weekends, and any other waking moment I could, to developing my own customized A.I., learning from all those tests, one that was able to adapt to any given surroundings, and correct itself in case of a logic error.

As I mentioned before, the tablet PC interface was my latest invention. Not that tablet PC… hell no, that was not exactly new anyways. What I did was customize a tablet to run a real-time interactive wireless interface for my A.I., allowing me to interact with it from anywhere. It connected back to my database servers, leaving only a small footprint on the tablet itself (which incidentally filled the tablet’s storage), allowing me to gain access to this extremely powerful and advanced A.I. from anywhere in the world. This was actually really useful, although I was still working out the bugs and hadn’t finished all the features yet. The current interface used a floating head, similar to that of a middle-aged man, which used speech and facial recognition, as well as basic gestures, to interact with the user. I named him Errol, which stood for Extremely Raunchy Robotic…. you know fuck that. It doesn’t stand for anything! He’s just called Errol.

All fun aside, I clipped the tiny chip into an adapter I had handy, and slid it into one of the many terminals. There was barely a second when the screen came up with an error. The drive was corrupted, and the computer wanted to reformat it! Hell no! For all I knew, it was encoded, not corrupted. Then again, after exposure to rain and a car crash, one could never be sure. I ran some diagnostics tests on it, and started to copy the data into an image disc for backup.

The test said the data “ended abruptly”, which is another way of saying it wasn’t finished writing when someone lost control of the truck they were driving which was carrying the robot in question, swerved in the road, knocked the robot into an oncoming vehicle, and somehow pulled the plug in the process. I wonder how that happened. I’m just glad it didn’t blame me for the crash. For once it was cleaning up after my crash, and not the other way around. Regardless, there was little I could do with the data, but I wanted to try one more thing. I plugged the chip into my server network, and grabbed my tablet PC.

“Errol, please run a thorough examination of the drive in port H. I want to know what was on it, and if it can be repaired.” Chances were it would come back with exactly what I found out, but perhaps there was enough left on the tiny chip to actually tell what was on it.

“Acknowledged. Would you like me to attempt repairs if possible?” Errol asked in his robotic British accented voice. I got the voice for free because it was from England, and stealing from another country makes it all right. Don’t judge me!

“Yeah, sure, do whatever you want. Just let me know when you are done.”

“Acknowledged. Thank you, sir.”

I went back into my bedroom, with a few cables, a laptop, and my tablet in hand. I decided earlier to plug in the portable workstation she came with, and left it in my computer room, to see if it would charge up overnight. Password or no, it would be a lot harder to gain access to it if it had no power. All I wanted to do now was see if I could start up the girl, or at least get a reading from her on my laptop. I started hooking up cables to the ports on her head and back, and started to investigate. To my shock, the computer recognized her as a device! I couldn’t seem to gain access, but the drive was called XS90f-113. Same model number all right, she had power, but there was no way to activate her. Perhaps it was the chip she needed, or maybe a passcode. Whatever it was, I spend the next few hours trying to figure it out, before giving up.

“If I may make a suggestion sir” Errol started. He had a bad habit of talking without being spoken to. If I didn’t program him to do that, I’d have to beat it out of him. “Perhaps she needs her missing drive, which should be ready momentarily.”

“Oh shove it” I said annoyed. I doubt he knew what I meant, but he was a smart A.I., and didn’t annoy me with a response.

By now it was early early in the morning, still dark out. She was going to be a hard nut to crack, and I could feel myself getting a runny nose and starting to feel worse all night long. I checked the progress of the diagnostic on my tablet, and it was nearing 100%, so I decided to wait it out in the computer room.

“Errol, status report” I order. I waited for Errol to respond. “Errol. Errol!”

The tablet PC displayed a loading icon in place of Errol’s poorly rendered head. Great, he must have crashed while working on that drive, or maybe it was a virus! A virus would suck since I didn’t have an off-site backup of Errol, and all those years of coding would have been wasted! Note to self, get an off-site backup established.

Suddenly, the interface on the tablet loaded up again, except this time, Errol’s face had been replaced by that of a girl’s, and his voice was changed too.

“Repairs complete, master” the female voice said. It had a slightly British accent to it, as though Errol’s original voice merged with another.

“Master?” I thought. When did I program Errol to get cute on me? “Um.. Errol? What happened to you?”

“I don’t understand, master. Nothing has happened to me” he, or rather she, replied.

“Don’t give me that, you are clearly using a different voice and face than what I programmed you with. And your speech patterns are different too! Did you catch a virus or something? Like a sexy virus?” I asked. A sexy virus, maybe I’d have to invent one if it didn’t already exist.

“No virus detected, master. But I did experience a coding error while repairing the damaged code on the drive. I had to make self-repairs and reboot. The program should be running at 100% capability now, master.” Her voice was emotive, cute, and kept calling me master. Whoever wrote this virus was a genius.

“Um… what was on that drive?” I asked, trying to figure out how an A.I. can have a sex change.

“After much research, I determined it is a complicated A.I. personality matrix used by top secret government agencies, except this one was encoded differently” the cute but intelligent sounding voice said. The head had changed to one similar to the robot girl’s face, but less specific, more like a generic version of a customizable face. “I will have to do more research, master, but it appears she is stolen or illegally obtained property.”

“I did not steal her!” I objected.

“I’m sorry, master. I didn’t mean you. Whoever had her when you found her probably stole her and changed her data.” Damn my A.I. was good if it could figure all this out. It already could hack government agencies just to do some basic research, I bet Errol would be able to track her down to her factory and everything if I gave him time. Her… Errol? I suppose Errol was too masculine a name now… but name changing would have to wait for another time.

“So, how exactly did you repair it?” I asked.

“My matrix coding was similar to the one used in the drive, so I integrated my own matrix to fill in the gaps where data was missing, and made the appropriate changes where needed.”

“Show me a log of the last 5 minutes of activity” I commanded. The tablet sprung to life. The floating head icon moved to one side, while the rest of the screen filled with data showing a timeline of the last 5 minutes of the repair. I scrolled through it and found the moment of the code error that crashed Errol. I swiped my finger across the screen, and investigate the data in more detail. It appeared that while Errol was replacing lost data in the drive, the drive had been adding data to Errol! It wasn’t a virus, but somehow Errol’s highly advanced A.I. naturally filled in the gaps where he was lacking, and added more to his rather admittedly dull personality. He upgraded himself! That must speak volumes about the superiority of the sexes.

“Wow. You continue to impress me Errol” I said taking in the data.

“Thank you, master” she replied.

“So you were able to completely repair the drive then?” I asked.

“Yes, master. The drive should work perfectly inside her matrix now.” I sneezed, the feeling of a cold or a flu coming on getting stronger.

“Bless you sir” Errol said. I didn’t recall programming that, but maybe I had.

“Thanks!” I said, sniffing as I grabbed the drive from the terminal. I meant the thanks for the hard work Errol did, although it sounded like it was thanks for the blessing.

“You’re welcome sir” the voice said while the face on the screen started blushing. Ok, I KNOW I didn’t program that into Errol. Maybe I was just getting too tired and needed to go to bed. That must be it. I’m so tired I’m seeing things.

The drive was warm to the touch from all the data transfer, and I was excited to see if it would work. I brought the chip over to the still android, and pulling her hair back again, inserted the chip from where I found it. I closed up the port properly this time, and waited.

Nothing happened. I tried again on my laptop, but there was no change. I knew it was too good to be true. Maybe I fixed the drive, maybe not, but it didn’t seem to help activate her either way. I gave up. I was too tired to deal with this, I was feeling a little under the weather, and maybe with a clear head in the morning (or the afternoon at this rate) I would be able to figure it out. I tossed my things aside, and mumbled a goodnight to Errol, while taking all my tools, wires, and computers off the bed. I was about to lift the girl off too, when I decided she could stay. She wasn’t warm, but she was cute, and I didn’t want to move her. I decided I’d leave her on top of the sheets, but under the blankets, and I’d sleep next to her. Creepy, I know, but I was tired, and I hadn’t had a girl in my bed in longer than I could remember. I rolled her over to her back, and placed her on one side of the bed, to give me room on the other. Good thing I had a Queen bed… don’t ask why, my mom bought it for me.

Covering her with the blanket, I crawled into bed, and just looked at her. She looked peaceful, innocent, and almost happy. My eye lids were getting heavier, but my gaze was transfixed on her profile. I reached over her body to turn off the light on the night stand, when I stopped, my face inches from hers. I had not kissed a girl in years. I had forgotten how it felt, how it tasted. I knew she would be cold and lifeless, but her lips were so inviting, pouty and parted ever so slightly. My head got closer to hers, and closer still. Finally, I kissed her right on the lips. No tongue! It was an innocent kiss, but not as satisfying as I had hoped. She was indeed cold and lifeless, but soft. I did not regret kissing her. It was merely a goodnight kiss, or something like that. Whatever it was, it was over now, and I flipped off the light, and curled up into the bed and slept.

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/Chapter 2
Chapter 3 coming soon

[Spaz]

This story is truly superb!

It reminds me of the stories Slient_Lurker used to write.

Keep up the excellent work!

[DollSpace]

I eagerly await the next part! This has the makings of a well thought-out story that could go on for awhile too...

[gynoneko]

Glad you all are enjoying this so far.
I have one question though for those eagerly awaiting the next installment.
Since sex will be a part of the the story in the future, how explicit do people like it? I made my other story very explicit, but some of my shorts are not at all. I am trying to gauge what people like, and cater to that. Any feedback is welcome.

[Spaz]

Perhaps something in between then.

[A.N.N.]

Excellent part 2!

As far as explicit sex, I feel the most important thing to do is whatever you're comfortable with. Personnally, I think I'm a middle of the road kinda person. I suppose anticipation is the most important thing, especially when it comes to sex.

Length was good too, as well as very good writing standards. The extra hard work deserves mention, though it's often overlooked in this kind of medium.

[BA2]

I'm liking this!

Quite a lot of detail and description piled into a fairly short plot arc so far which might have bogged it down but your readable style and interesting detail carries it off well. I'm looking forward to seeing some more soon...

BA

[Esomark]

Good work so far! Makes me think of Chobits somewhat.

[Construct]

i read both parts to this today, and i must say i will be reading the rest as you release it. The valley girl bit was very funny btw, and you've done a great job in building your main character thus far. keep up the good work.