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Subject: {ASSM} {Nobby Nobbs} "On the Holodeck" (MF, Scifi, rom)*RP*
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This story was first posted in August 1998 by the me under a diferent name.
Since then I has moved on with my life. I have moved in with my girlfriend,
moved to a new town, and got a new job. I feel that a change in pen name is
appropriate.
This was my entry for Celestle's story competition, closing date 24 August
1998. It features the Holodeck Technology found in Star Trek, but there are
absolutely no references to Star Fleet, Vulcan's, Klingons, or anything else
Star Trek related.
Revision 1.2
Original posted in August 1998
Comments can be sent to nobby.nobbs@virgin.net
**Disclaimer
This story is of an adult nature, and is intended for people over the age of
18 (in the UK at least). If you are not old enough to read this in your
country, then don't. It as simple as that. Same goes for people who are
offended by this type of material. No-one if forcing you to read it, if you
don't like it, don't read it.
**Special note
I'm English not American, but still, with the bombardment of American images
that we receive in this country on TV and in films, I get confused from time
to time. It's not my fault, blame the media!!! The name Nobby Nobbs comes
from the Discworld(R) series of books by Terry Prachett.
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On the Holodeck
by Nobby Nobbs
(c) Copyright 1998 Nobby Nobbs
"Come on in Jessie," the boss said as Jessie knocked on his door, "Please
take a seat."
"What's up Boss? Am I in trouble."
"Not exactly. I'll cut straight to the chase. We are worried about you
Jess. Since... you know.. since the accident you've been less than your
usual productive self."
"I'm doing my best Boss. It's just hard to concentrate sometimes."
"In this business Jessie, lack of concentration is a major problem."
"So what are you saying to me?" asked Jessie.
"We want you to take sometime off. We think you need time to grieve. When
Demi died it was a shock to us all. But you tried to just carry on, against
the advice of others. You need time to get over what happened properly."
"I can't take time off, what shall I do."
"That's up to you. Find some way to help you get over Demi, take a
vacation, spend all your time in a Holodeck, whatever. Just do whatever you
need to come back here and back to working the way you did before."
"I can't afford to take time off."
"It'll be a paid sabbatical. You don't have a choice. As of tomorrow, I
don't want to see you here for another month. Is that clear."
Jessie was a Holodeck programmer. He wrote programs that people ran in
their Holodecks. At one time he had been the most prolific producer of
Holodeck software in the quadrant, author of some of the most popular
programs around. Then suddenly, about two months ago, his wife Demi was
killed in a transporter accident. She was beaming down from a lunar shuttle
after 2 weeks on Apollo station, when the signal was degraded due to
interference. There was barley enough left of her to bury.
Jessie took it hard. But he carried on at work. He was working on a major
new project, and thought that throwing himself into work would cure his
hurt. He was wrong.
Jessie arrived back at his house. What was he going to do for the next 30
days. All his material for his project was at work, so he couldn't do that.
He didn't have enough credits for a holiday. His only option was to run an
immersive Holodeck program. To try and "get away from it all".
Over the next few days he tried many different programs, but none of them
could hold his interest. Even the best selling crime series, "Franklin
Jones Investigates", he found boring. He hated to admit it to himself, but
he missed his dear Demi. He figured he needed to see her again, to touch
her, to smell her.
"Computer.." he said as he entered the Holodeck, "do you have enough data on
file to create a facsimile of Demi Huskley?"
The computer answered in a soft, sensual female voice, "There is enough data
on file to create an accurate physical facsimile of Demi Huskley."
"How accurate?" asked Jessie.
"To within 1%" the computer informed him.
"Then do it."
"Working.....Working" the computer repeated as it began to build up the
Hologram version of Jessie's wife.
Slowly the image came into focus. Her long black hair cascaded down her
back. Her breasts swelled out in a divine manner, and with her rounded
hips, formed a delightful hourglass figure.
"Computer, much as I like seeing my wife naked, perhaps you should put some
clothes on her."
"Select outfit." said the computer.
"Something casual... Jeans and T-shirt."
The clothes appeared on Demi's form, covering up her assets. Jessie was
slightly disappointed, but at least her could look at her without a
permanent hard-on. He walked around her static figure, admiring the way she
looked.
"I always liked you in Jeans Dee." he said, "Your ass fills them just
right."
He walked back around to the front, smiling constantly.
"I wish I could talk to you. There's so much I need to tell you. I've
missed the sound of your voice so much."
He stood admiring this copy of his dead wife. Suddenly he had an idea.
"Computer. Can you make her speak, so that I can have a conversation with
her?"
"Yes. A copy of Demi Huskley's vocal pattern is on file. This can be used
to simulate her voice."
"Do it. Have her interact with me." He waited a few moments until the
computer told him that Holo-Demi was ready to speak.
"Demi? I've missed you."
Holo-Demi stood soundless.
"Did you miss me too?" Jessie asked.
"Yes." It was definitely Demi's voice, but it sounded hollow, emotionless.
"How have you been?" Jessie wanted her to reply in full, to have a
conversation with her.
"I have been dead." said Holo-Demi. Jessie nearly broke into tears.
"Computer. You've got it wrong, this is all wrong."
"Is it not Demi Huskley's voice?" asked the computer.
"Yes, it's her voice, but she sound like you. There's no emotion in her
voice."
"It is what you asked for. An interactive copy of Demi Huskley using her
vocal pattern." said the computer.
"That's not what I meant," said Jessie. "Could you incorporate the
personality subroutine from "Franklin Jones Investigates" into this program,
and adapt it to produce a copy of Demi's personality."
"It would require a large amount of data of the chosen subject." said the
computer.
"Would 50 or so hours of home video data be enough." asked Jessie.
"It would."
"How long will it take?" questioned Jessie.
"The integration would take 2 hours 7 minutes." the computer informed him.
"Fine. I'll be back in 2 hours. Place Demi in the Martian restaurant
program for when I return."
While he waited for the computer to finish it's task Jessie took a long bath
to freshen up. He picked out his best suit, and did his hair. If he was
going to see Demi again, he wanted to look his best. When he got back to
the Holodeck, the program was already running. He opened the door and went
in. The Martian Restaurant program created an atmospheric restaurant
overlooking the red Martian skyline.
He approached the bar, and saw Demi sat on a bar stool wearing a slinky
black velvet dress. She had two glasses in front of her filled with what
looked like rum and coke.
She turned around to greet him as he approached. "Hi, Jessie. Where have
you been? Your over five minutes late."
It was perfect. Exactly what the real Demi would have said.
"Sorry." he said, "Traffic."
"I got you a Malibu and Coke," she said, "Your favorite."
"Thanks." he said. He was speechless. After so long here he was having a
drink with the most perfect of god's creatures.
"You look radiant." he said, "and I love that dress on you."
"Thanks," she said with a smile, "I brought it specially."
The waiter walked up to them and coughed politely. "You table is ready Sir,
Madame. If you would care to follow me."
He led the couple, walking arm in arm, to their table. They ordered food
and wine, which came promptly. There wasn't much conversation between them
as the night wore on. Jessie was just glad to be in the company of the
woman he had loved for 12 years. They ate their meal, then danced the night
away in the restaurants disco.
At a quarter to one in the morning the music from the disco slowed down to
smoochy numbers as the place prepared to close for the night.
Demi and Jessie danced close. He held her tightly against him, cupping her
ass cheeks in his hands. Her hands were around his neck as they kissed
passionately, exploring each others mouths with their tongues. He moved his
hands up her body, following the contour of her hips. As his hands reached
the swell of her breast, he moved his hands around to her back, then back
down to her bum. He squeezed each cheek of her bum in turn. She moaned as
they kissed.
The final song ended, and the couple left the dance floor to finish their
drinks. The program was coming to an end, and Jessie didn't want to leave
his wife.
"Computer." he said, "Freeze program."
Everything around Jessie came to a standstill, even Demi. It was like
standing in a waxworks museum.
"Computer, how much of this program is left?"
"You should escort your guest to her car, then the program ends."
"Shit." he paused, "Tell you what. Search the Adult files on the network.
Find a program that involves two lovers going to hotel room after a meal."
"Searching.....Searching......Search complete. There are 6 such programs on
file."
"Great." said Jessie, "Merge them into one and add it to the end of this
program. Add in the adaptive subroutine I wrote, then continue program."
The computer responded, "Working.... Working..... Working..... Program
complete."
As the computer voice faded away, the scene surrounding Jessie came back to
life.
"Come on." said Demi, "Lets go back to the hotel and have another drink."
"O.K." said Jessie, "I'll get the coats and meet you outside."
That's what he did. He fetched the couples overcoats from the cloakroom,
then met Demi outside the restaurant, where she had already hailed a taxi.
"Quick," she said, "the meter's running."
Jessie jumped into the back seat of the cab beside Demi. As soon as he was
in, the driver set off for their hotel. For the entire journey, Demi and
Jessie made out in the back seat. They kissed, and their hands explored
each other. The driver enjoyed the view in his mirror. By the time they
got to their hotel, Jessie's erection made it difficult for him to walk.
Demi noticed.
"What's wrong Jess. A little excited?"
They made their way up to their rooms, groping each other in the elevator.
No sooner had Jessie closed the door behind them after entering the room
than Demi fell to her knees and pulled at the zip to his trousers. She
reached inside and searched for his dick. She found it, and in it's current
state had a little trouble getting it out into the open.
"Hmm" she moaned as she examined the trouser snake. She looked at it from
all angles, licking her lips in anticipation.
"I love you." she said, then slowly wrapped her lips over the head of
Jessie's straining prick.
Jessie threw his head back and closed his eyes as she worked him over. The
real Demi had loved to do this too. She slipped it into her mouth further,
until it was all the way in, her nose touching his belly, and his balls
hitting her chin. She stayed there, seemingly motionless, but inside her
mouth, her tongue was furiously licking and stroking along the length of his
shaft, and around the bulbous head.
She began to move her head back and forth, slowly at first, but then
increasing pace as she used her hand to stroke it too. Her other hand
cupped his balls, massaging them gently.
It had been a long time since Jessie had been in this situation, and he came
quickly and with force. Demi swallowed every last drop, milking him dry.
She took his shrinking dick out of her mouth and stood up in front of
Jessie. She kissed him full on the lips, and he could taste his own sperm.
She broke off from him.
"I love you." she said.
"I love you too." replied Jessie, breathless.
"How about that drink?" she said as she went over to the mini-bar, leaving
Jessie standing by the door, his shriveled cock handing out of his fly.
He tucked it back inside his pants, and joined Demi who was now sitting on
the bed with two drinks. He sipped the drink as he stared into his wife's
emerald green eyes. He was lost. In heaven. He had fallen in love all
over again. He knew that this was bad for his mind, he was supposed to be
trying to get over Demi's tragic death. Yet here he was about to make love
to her for the first time in ages. Surely some psychologist somewhere would
be able to justify it. He was saying good-bye.
They finished the drinks, and placed the empty cups on the floor. They
looked at each other, and began kissing again. As they did they also tried
to undress each other. Demi pushed Jessie's jacket off, and began to
unbutton his shirt. Jessie pulled the straps of her dress down off her
shoulders. Demi ran her fingers through the hair on Jessie's chest as it
was exposed by his open shirt.
He pulled her dress down, exposing her breasts, covered in a tiny black lace
bra. He reached around her back and unclasped the snaps of the garment. It
fell away, revealing the milky white domes, with their big pink nipples.
Jessie's hands cupped her tits, and his fingers began to flick at her
nipples.
She pushed his shirt off, throwing it to the other side of the room. Her
hands fell to his belt buckle. She undid it, then opened up his trousers.
Her hands went inside, searching for his dick. Meantime, he moved his head
down and began to suck first at the left, then the right nipple.
She moaned, enjoying the sensation Jessie was giving her. She stood, and
slowly she slid the dress all the way down, past her ankles, and she kicked
it off to the side. Jessie looked at her admiringly. She wore no knickers.
Smiling at Jessie, Demi lay down on the bed, her hands above her head and
one leg lifted up, bent at the knee. The look in her eyes said just one
thing, "Fuck me."
Jessie stood and got rid of his last remaining articles of clothing. Then
he climbed up the bed to where Demi lay. As he reached her, she put her
arms around his neck, and pulled his head towards her for a kiss. She
parted her legs for him, and he reached down to guide himself inside her.
As his dick penetrated her, parting the red lips of her pussy, she gasped.
Slowly he filled her up, pushing inside her as far as he would go,
stretching her. He began to grind his hips against her, sliding back and
forth. She moaned as he pulled out, and gasped as her forced his way back
in. They kept a steady rhythm, and were lost to their own passion.
Presently, she rolled him over, trying not to separate from him as she did.
She was now sat on top of him, straddling him. Once she was comfortable,
she began to ride him. She started slowly, and increased in tempo as her
pleasure grew. She built towards orgasm, and as it approached she began to
buck wildly, impaled on Jessie's dick.
As she stopped cumming she fell down on top of Jessie. Breathlessly she
said "I love you."
He said nothing, but kissed her hard for a few seconds. Then he rolled her
over, moving his hands underneath her arse, lifting it to give him easier
access. He was close to his own orgasm, and wanted to pound his beautiful
wife as hard as he could. There was no slow build up this time. He just
rammed into her as fast as he could. His pace was furious, and with each
inward stroke, Demi gasped loudly, as if the air was being forced out of her
lungs.
Within minutes he was shooting his sperm deep inside Demi's womb. He
collapsed on top of her exhausted.
"I love you Demi." he said.
She rolled on to her side, and he scooped up beside her, draping his arm
over her. As she fell asleep, the computer voice boomed around the room.
"This program has reached it's conclusion."
"Damn." said Jessie.
He climbed out of the bed, Demi now motionless. As he dressed he said,
"Computer." then paused, "Save program as 'Demi 1'. I think I'll be running
that again."
With that he left the Holodeck as the hotel room, and Demi, faded and
vanished.
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**Copyright Notice
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names of the people and places involved may or may not have been changed to
protect the innocent and/or guilty. It may or may not be based on material
that the author has or has not read, seen, or otherwise experienced, in the
past, present and/or future. Any similarity between actual people and/or
places, real or otherwise, is probably coincidental, but on the other
hand....
--
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never knew your luck.
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