; ; That's just about the only thing I know for certain. I'm standing in ; the middle of a really bright white room.
; ; I mean, that's really the only thing I know. I can't remember who I ; am, where I am, how I got here, and all the other questions that go ; along with this sort of predicament. Not that I can remember ever ; being in a predicament like this before.
; ; What's weirder still, is there's nothing in this room. Its white, four ; walls, and a seam in one wall that looks like it could be a door. It ; would have to be, I had to get in here somehow. But there's no bed, no ; chair, no mirror (I don't even know what I look like), nothing.
; ; I'm naked. And a little uncomfortable about it. I feel like I should ; cover myself, but with what? From what? I can't see any cameras in the ; room.
; ; I don't even know how long I've been in here. Without any external ; stimulus, time is pretty much irrelevant. I suppose eventually I ; should get hungry, and that would be some sort of indication. But ; right now I feel all right.
; ; Not tired or hungry. Yet.
; ; For lack of anything else, I sit down in a corner facing the ; seam/door. I try to learn what I can from my body. I'm in good ; shape. Great shape. I must have worked pretty hard at that. Which ; would probably explain why I feel OK. I have nice proportions, ; breasts, hips, legs. My hair is about chin length and chestnut brown, ; matching the well manicured hair between my legs.
; ; I study my hands, but can't really tell much from them. My nails have ; a nice French manicure, but nothing too descriptive. Combine that with ; a lack of any scars or calluses, and its safe to say my line of work ; is not very physical. I'm not a trainer or an athlete or anything like ; that. Same with my feet and legs. Medium tan, and toned, nothing that ; tells me much of anything.
; ; It's possible that I have money. The nice manicure, the fact that I ; take very good care of my body. Maybe I was kidnapped for ransom? Did ; they want me for my body? Or maybe both.
; ; My body is the only thing in this room that gives me any feedback or ; information. I run my hands over myself looking for more clues, ; stopping here and there to examine a feature.
; ; I play with my breasts for a short time (again, time is pretty ; irrelevant) to try to feel something, but can't get into it. It's ; probably my surroundings. And I'm still not too keen on being ; naked. Obviously I feel exposed and vulnerable. I'm not scared like I ; should be, but that's probably born out of ignorance.
; ; I sing to myself for a while, though I can't place the name of the ; tune.
; ; Some indescribable time later there's a noise, and the seam in the ; wall gets thicker and darker. Slowly, like I'm examining the world as ; a motion picture one frame at a time the seam expands into a door and ; it opens.
; ; A man enters. A doctor I guess from the lab coat he's wearing over ; non-descript white clothes and carrying a clip board under his ; arm. He's alone, and after he steps into the room he looks around ; puzzled for a moment.
; ; Unconsciously I pull my knees in to my chest in a fetal position and ; cover my sex with my crossed legs.
; ; He finally looks at me and asks "What are you doing over there?"
; ; That's the first words out of his mouth? 'What am I doing over here?' ; I'm a naked (and attractive) woman in a weird stark white room, and ; he's worried about where I'm sitting? I'm stunned. Amazed. Confused.
; ; "What?"
; ; "What are you doing in the corner?"
; ; "What am I doing in this room?!" I shout back over my initial ; surprise. Thinking of a dozen better questions. "Where am I? Who are ; you?" I demanded. "And better yet, who am I? What are you doing with ; me? Why am I here? And why am I naked?!"
; ; The doctor is taken aback. He runs his hand through his hair but ; doesn't reply.
; ; "Tell me what is going on!" I demand again. Thinking, at least ; minimally, I have an upper hand.
; ; He looks at me, then his clip board, back at me. He could have done ; this all day, he seems that shocked.
; ; Instead he turns on his heels and leaves. I jump up and run to the ; door, but not fast enough. Its closed, the seam so tight I can't even ; get a fingernail in it. And end up breaking one in the effort. Damn!
; ; I bang on the door a couple of times, knowing it's futile, and then ; sit back down in my corner.
; ; I don't want to doze off, I don't want to leave myself any more ; vulnerable than I already am. But after a time, I don't have a choice ; I just sort of zone out. Staring at the white, white, walls for an ; eternity, I was getting crazed. Losing sense of depth and shape. I had ; to close my eyes.
; ; When I open my eyes again there are two men standing in the room. The ; door is open, but I didn't hear it. The click of a pen is what woke ; me.
; ; The one man from earlier is talking to the other as if I'm still ; asleep.
; ; "See, she's just sitting there." He says incredulously.
; ; "Interesting." The second man says, and keeps looking at his clip ; board, then at me in the same way weirdo number one did before.
; ; "Let's get her into the VB-Pro lab." Number Two said and then looks at ; me as if acknowledging me for the first time.
; ; "Come with me." He says in a commanding tone. Then he turned to leave, ; expecting me to just get up and follow him because he said to.
; ; I don't move.
; ; When he realizes I'm not following he turns back to me and repeats, ; "Come with me now."
; ; "Tell me what is going on?" I ask back, a little timidly, but still ; not moving.
; ; He thinks for a moment and says, "You'll find out, but not ; here. You'll have to come with me."
; ; If this is a battle of stubbornness, he is going to win. He has all ; the cards, and I have a feeling they would take me out of here one way ; or the other and it is probably best that go on my own two feet.
; ; "Ok, but I will not leave this room naked. Give me some clothes and ; I'll go."
; ; The men look at each other like I am the strangest creature on earth.
; ; Then, after pausing again to consider this, number Two takes his lab ; coat off and hands it to me.
; ; "This is the best I can do right now." He says. Then adds as an ; afterthought, "Sorry."
; ; I took it and cover up. They lead me out of the room.
; ; The hallway is as stark as the room. If I was hoping to learn ; something about where I am, it doesn't seem I'll find much here. There ; are small numbers on the wall, that upon closer inspection correlate ; to other seamless doors. There isn't much else. The light in the hall ; seems to come from an incandescent ceiling, but there are no bulbs or ; light fixtures I can see.
; ; Number Two is walking in front of me, leading me though this maze of ; white. (If it were yellow would it be maize?). I had no idea how he ; knew where he was going. Number One trailed behind us.
; ; It occurred to me that neither of these guys was particularly big or ; strong looking. They were actually kind of scrawny, and I was even ; taller than number One. Plus I was in great shape. The thought did ; cross my mind that I could probably take them. Maybe I even knew some ; self defense? I pictured myself doing some impressive flying spinning ; kick to the head of one, and then kicking the other in the ; balls. Really hard. That would take them both out. But ultimately it ; would be pointless, how could I ever find my way out of here?
; ; We walk through a few more corridors before finally arriving at our ; 'destination' and I'm led into another white room. There's some ; obsession with sterility here. And it seems odd: if I have been ; kidnapped why would they bring me to such a strange place?
; ; Was I abducted by aliens!? That thought passes through my head before ; I realize how ridiculous it is. 'Where is the anal probe?' I joke to ; myself.
; ; "Stay here." Number Two says, and leaves the room with number ; One. I've exchanged one white cell for another.
; ; I stand there for a very short time when the lights on one wall begin ; changing. A projection appears on the far wall that says "Visual Basic ; Programming. Program Number 37." Then the words fade away, and the ; wall becomes awash with moving colors. This is the first color I've ; seen in this place besides white and flesh tones. The colors flow down ; from the top of the wall to the bottom and seem to have symbols and ; numbers mixed in there. It's weird, but for total lack of anything ; else to look at, I study the symbols. It looks almost like computer ; code.
; ; After a time I lost interest in the colors and just stand there ; waiting, staring without really looking. Again I have no idea how much ; time passes, but abruptly the computer code-light-symbol stuff on the ; wall fades out leaving just the white of the room again.
; ; I continue to just stand there, not really knowing what will happen ; next, if anything.
; ; Lab coat guys number One and Two come back in.
; ; "Is she better?" One asks Two.
; ; "Lets see. What can we use to test? What would cause an 'objection?'"
; ; "She seemed opposed to exposure."
; ; "Right." Then number Two turns to me. "Take off the coat." He says in ; a stern voice.
; ; I don't want to, but also don't really feel like mustering any ; objection. So I slide the coat off my shoulders and let it fall to the ; floor.
; ; "Good. Now... What now... Stand there." He says, and then whisperes to ; the other. They leave.
; ; I stood there waiting for something else to happen. I don't know what ; to do. Would the light show start again? I wait. Some time later, ; could have been five minutes, could have been an hour, the lab guys ; come back. "She's right there. Good!" Number One says with ; delight. Number Two seems equally interested in the fact that I am ; standing here. These are definitely weird dudes.
; ; "Ok, get a partner in here." Two tells to One.
; ; One leaves and comes back a minute later with a naked man. The man is ; motionless and seems sort of lifeless.
; ; Two spoke to the man.
; ; "Take her. Pleasure her." Then to me. "Let him."
; ; The naked man responded to that. You know, the way a naked man would ; respond.
; ; He came over to me and kissed me passionately. There was something in ; me that reverberated with need, and I responded. He began to run his ; hands over me, and although I thought I should probably object, I ; didn't want to at the moment. And the more he kissed me, and I kissed ; him back, the less I worried about anything. I ignored the other two ; people in the room. This man became my focus. I let him do to me as he ; wanted. He laid me down on the floor right there, spread my legs and ; entered me. I smiled. He took me like he was told, and I let him. He ; pumped away at me, and finally I felt him cum and he stopped.
; ; The two men watched and took notes. Afterwards I must have blacked ; out, because I don't remember coming back to my room.
; ; Of course I could be in a completely different room. Who could tell?
; ; I was naked again, and I remembered the recent events with an odd sort ; of detachment. I wasn't happy about what just happened, but I recalled ; it as if it was a story told to me, and not something that actually ; happened to me. But that didn't stop the shame that came with knowing ; the actual truth.
; ; I sat there and brooded until One and Two came back to my cell.
; ; One looked at Two. "She's back in the corner!" He said, and then they ; both left. I was getting a little tired of this.
; ; I really wish I had a watch. Of the weird and often disjointed and sad ; thoughts that float through my head, this one surprised me. Because of ; all the things I wouldn't mind having, like out of here, a watch ; seemed a bit trivial. But a watch would be nice too. Because some ; random time later they came back.
; ; Two gave me his lab coat again, this time without me asking. I guess ; he got the point from my expression. Without saying much they led me ; to yet another room. I passed a few new rooms. These had written ; designations and some signage.
; ; Something that read "-oratory 1: Caution, clean zone." Must have said ; 'Laboratory.' Another that I couldn't make out read "-emp: Danger, ; keep electrical devices away." 'Temp?' 'Shemp?' Who knows.
; ; I was led into another white room. I didn't know why I was still ; cooperating with these guys. But before I could voice another protest ; Two said "Hold this." And stuck something attached to a wire in my ; hand. Then he said to someone else "hard restart." The thing in my ; hand got warm, and another light show started playing on all the ; walls, ceiling and floor. I was immersed in it.
; ; When the show ended I had somehow lost the lab coat. Which was weird ; because I was still holding the thing attached to the wire.
; ; I stood there again and just sort of stared.
; ; Two came in alone. I didn't really acknowledge him. He took the thing ; out of my hand, and then waved his hand in front of my face, which I ; thought was kind of rude, but then he put down his clip board and ; dropped his pants.
; ; I knew what he wanted, and I knelt down. I opened the fly of his ; boxers and he was hard. I gently took out his erection and stroked ; it. I caressed his balls while I took him into my mouth. Obviously I ; couldn't recall ever doing this before, but I certainly knew what to ; do. I twirled my tongue around his dick like a pro, took his entire ; length into my mouth, in and out like that and sucked him until he ; came. I swallowed it all and licked him clean without a second ; thought, but feeling peculiarly sated. I looked up at him and saw his ; pleased expression, and I was actually kinda happy that he enjoyed ; it. Then I stood back up.
; ; Two smiled at me, and I smiled back, while my reverie was quickly ; fading. What a jerk. How dare he treat me like this! But I didn't say ; anything, I just kept smiling.
; ; I continued to stand there, and an unfamiliar woman entered the ; room. Number Three now? She had on the same lab coat and similar ; clothes. She too put down her board, tossed off her coat, and gave an ; odd look to Two. He smiled, gave a nod, and then left the room.
; ; To my surprise the woman then dropped her pants. No way! Not a chance! ; I thought as I knelt down and leaned in toward her crotch. I will not ; do this! I swore, as I started rubbing my nose in her crotch. What a ; bitch! Oh, what a fragrance. The scent was overpowering and ; alluring. And I felt my desire grow as I nuzzled her sex and breathed ; in the aroma. My objections melted as I pulled down her panties and ; started licking her delicious sex. After a moment of enjoying the ; taste I couldn't believe I objected to this. I licked and licked, and ; tried to vary my technique. Like before, the skill just came to me. I ; licked her clit and then pushed my tongue as deep into her as I could, ; and then slowly pulled out and slid back up to her clit. I did this a ; few times along with a few other methods. I must have been doing it ; right because she grabbed my head and held it as she moaned and swayed ; her hips. This just spurned me on more and after a very short while, ; she moaned loudly and her hips shuddered hard. I stayed there, with my ; face buried in her sex and gently licked. She paused and took a few ; heavy breaths, then took a step back from me. I licked my lips and ; stood back up.
; ; She redressed, looked me in the eye like she was looking for ; something, and then after apparently not finding it, left the room ; with a goofy smile on her face. I wanted to kiss her. Then I wanted to ; scowl at her..., while kissing her. Or do something, but what would be ; the point, she was gone. A voice came over a speaker and said, "Very ; nice work one-forty-eight." But I didn't know who he was talking ; to. It sure wasn't me. I may not have been able to remember my name, ; but I knew it wasn't a number. Even so, I did feel a little at ease. I ; looked up toward the speaker in the ceiling and a light shone in my ; face.
; ; I blacked out.
; ; Back in my room, well a room again, I was naked and sitting in the ; corner.
; ; I was going over recent events in my mind. They still seemed ; disjointed, like they happened to someone else. That helped dull the ; pain a little, but it still didn't ease the humiliation or the growing ; dread. I had been used. Manipulated. And humiliated? I wanted to ; cry. And at the same time I didn't want to break down. I didn't want ; to lose what little composure I had left. I didn't have dignity, or ; even control, but I would have something!
; ; I was struggling with this inner turmoil when another man, a different ; man, came in. Number Four? Should I even bother counting anymore?
; ; "In the corner again?" He said. "Hmm. Lets see if anything else ; 'took.' Come here and convince me to have sex to you."
; ; Where the hell did he get off thinking I would ever do that?
; ; "Not a chance I said." And I meant it this time. As evidence of that I ; was still sitting in my corner, and not absently following his ; commands.
; ; "Not what I expected, but not outside the realm of possibilities." He ; said, more or less to himself, since it didn't make much sense to ; me. He flipped a few pages on his clip board and then turned it around ; for me to see.
; ; I looked at the clip board. At the page he held up.
; ; "Now, again, come here and make me want to have sex with you."
; ; "Screw you!" I said defiantly. But what actually came out was "I want ; to screw you..." In my sexiest voice. "No!" I screamed in my head, as ; I rolled onto all fours, not giving any consideration to my nakedness, ; and crawled over to the man. I sat at his feet, this Adonis before me, ; and looked up at him. I didn't see it before, but he had to be one of ; the sexiest men I'd ever seen. If this crazy place was going to use ; and abuse me, at least they had the decency to give me somebody as ; spectacular as him. But even so, I still didn't want to be used.
; ; "Stand up." He said, and I did.
; ; "Get out of here, creep." I said to his face before I leaned in and ; kissed him. What came out was, "Get over here and eat me."
; ; I ran my hands over his body and pulled off his coat. I could tell by ; the way he was pressing up against me that he was getting excited. I ; reached down and massaged him through his pants.
; ; "Do you want to go farther?" He asked.
; ; "What are you doing to me?" I asked ; back. Perplexed. Worried. Excited. Actually saying "I want you to do ; me." And my actions answered doubly for me. I reached into his pants ; and began to stroke him. He took off his coat and dropped his clip ; board.
; ; Together we got rid of the rest of his clothes. I looked at his ; glorious erection and immediately took it in my mouth. The more I was ; next to him, the more I wanted him. It was like I couldn't have two ; conflicting thoughts in my head, and so the more I wanted him, the ; less credible my objections seemed. Until I was taking him deep into ; my mouth and nothing else mattered. I clasped his ass and pulled him ; deep and all the way into my mouth. Licking the length of his shaft ; and balls. Then slowing drawing him out. He moaned and then pulled ; briefly away so he could lay down on the stark floor. Without any ; prompting I straddled and rode him. I rode him hard and deep, changing ; tempo to match his. Working and feeling his synergy so that I could ; match it and drive him faster towards his orgasm. It didn't take long ; until he bucked his hips hard and came inside me.
; ; Then without thinking I moved off him, leaned down, and cleaned his ; shaft with my mouth. When I was done I stood back up.
; ; He got up, and without a word he got dressed and left. Why did he ; leave? Didn't I do a good enough job? I felt empty without him. Then ; as that feeling faded, the other returned and I began to feel used and ; humiliated again. I sat down in a heap in my corner. The longer they ; left me alone, the more 'myself' I felt. Though I was still no closer ; to finding out who that really was.
; ; An indescribable time later some other lab people came back with ; numbers One and Two, but I had given up on counting. They were all the ; same now. They asked me a few questions, most of which I answered with ; questions of my own.
; ; They either ran out of questions, or of patience, because they finally ; led me back out of the room down the second corridor where I had seen ; some of the other rooms. I was taken into one of them, it could have ; been the laboratory, though I was hardly 'clean' at this point.
; ; For a change, this room actually had a chair in it. Kind of like a ; dentist's chair, but without the attachments. Without needing ; prompting I sat down.
; ; I was fully expecting the light show to start, but instead I heard ; this strange, ominous hum-thrumming sound. It was building in ; intensity and the sound worried me. This was the first time since I'd ; first woken up here that I was really starting to get scared.
; ; It sounded like a stampede of elephants running at a hundred miles an ; hour, being chased by a swarm of humming birds. Only more evil.
; ; Then the sound reached a crescendo, my body tingled, and everything ; went black.
; ; "Those things cost 4.5 million apiece to build, program, and initiate, ; and you just destroyed it? Are you out of your mind?!"
; ; "I told you, after receiving the sociological imprinting process, it ; gained self awareness. It would have been a big problem, especially if ; word got out. If clients found out these things could come alive and ; have their own wills...."
; ; "How did it gain self awareness? I thought you told me the chances of ; that were like 1 in 50 million! We've only built two hundred!"
; ; "Just because the chances are one in 50 million doesn't mean it will ; happen in the 50 millionth unit! That is the statistical chance. It ; could have happened in the first unit, or not ever. That's why its ; called 'chance.' And we don't know how it happened, since we couldn't ; isolate the awareness subroutine."
; ; "Fine, whatever. That still doesn't explain why you had to scrap the ; entire thing. Couldn't you just wipe it and start over?"
; ; "We tried that. We started with a complete 'wipe, resynchronization, ; and reboot,' then a Visual Basic Reprogramming, and a hard ; restart. But nothing took. Finally the only option was to have her ; wiped with an EMP. Nothing else worked. She..."
; ; "It." He corrected.
; ; "'It' continued to reassert 'its' awareness. The error must have been ; hard coded somewhere and appeared to be self replicating. In an ; apparent drive to survive, the awareness protocol was invading all ; other electrical systems. Anything salvaged from this unit would have ; possibly infected any other units. It had to be destroyed ; thoroughly. After the EMP it was scrapped."
; ; "Fine fine. Shit! Fine, shit happens. But if this shit happens again ; on your watch, hell, on anybody's watch, I'll have your head!"
; ; I woke up in a room that had light blue walls. I was in a bed with a ; soft, feathery blanket with a pattern of the sky on it.
; ; There was nice Beachwood furniture in the room, and a big hutch with ; an ornate mirror on it. I got out of bed. I was wearing a silk ; nightgown that covered all my curves just right.
; ; I looked at myself in the mirror and saw an attractive stranger with ; brown chin length hair, full lips, and a cute nose looking back.
; ; Someone knocked at the door.
; ; "Yes?" I said hesitantly, and the door opened slowly.
; ; "Hello, I see you're up and about. How do you feel?" A man asked with ; a friendly tone as he came in. I looked at him and saw the most ; attractive man I have ever seen: Medium height, with a thin, almost ; scrawny build. Mostly bald but the hair he had was longish and ; wild. Like it has a personality of its own. He's wearing a white lab ; coat, and must have just gotten home from work.
; ; "I feel fine." I replied. "Sorry if this sounds weird, but I can't ; remember who I am, or where I am, or anything." I said.
; ; "Its ok dear," He said tenderly, "You're safe with me, and we'll sort ; it all out together." And he embraced me. I felt safe. I felt home. ; ;