Repo
Ding dong.
Chapter 1. Family
"Coming~" A pleasant voice called from afar.
A moment later, the door opened. Mark's sight was filled with the visage of a tall beautiful woman.
Kali stood at 5'7", a height where a 14 year old Mark would need to look up to see her face. Grey comfortable T-shirt draped from her C cup breasts. Smooth black yoga pants hugged the curves of her long legs and toned gluts. But what's most striking about her is her wide welcoming smile. Her smile was warm and genuine. Her big eyes would crescent when she smiles. And everything was somehow contained comfortably and elegantly in her oval asian face.
"Hi, Mark. Come right in. Dave has been waiting for you." She said, but not before giving mark a big hug. Even after so many times, Mark still felt a little flustered when Kali semi-bury his head in her chest.
Mark and the Kowalskis have been have been neighbors for years. He is best friends with the son Conor. And Dave and Kali treated him like their own. But now that he is a teenager, the same smothering hug felt different to him: uncomfortable, but at the same time, longing and ... exciting.
It was 9:15AM. Dave was in the living room in front of his laptop.
Dave was 5'8", a bit stocky, but average for a man in his early 40s. Standing next to him, Kali, though toned, looked quite slender, almost model-like. Not to mention Kali, even though a woman in her 30s, looked like she could be in her twenties. Kali would contribute this to her Asian genes and love of yoga. She's half-Japanese, half-Chinese. When asked how did the two met, Dave would tell the story with a happy smile. It was quite a fairy-tale like story. Even Dave would say that he's a lucky guy.
"Hey buddy. You are right on time. Come sit here. And we will continue where we left off yesterday." Dave welcomed Mark with a big grin.
It was summer break. Mark was coming to Dave to learn "a thing or two" about stocks. He wanted to start early, invest, and live comfortably like the Kowalskis later on. Dave made his fortune trading at a young age. He wanted to pass it onto his son, Conor, who at this very moment is upstairs sleeping after a night of video games. Needless to say, Conor was not very interested. So when Mark asked, Dave found his audience. Kali was saying she rarely sees Dave smile like that.
The Stock market was doing great. Though it was in a period of adjustment, Dave was bullish. He was showing Mark how to time the market and using leveraged trading and go all in. While usually cautious, Dave was confident. Kali called it showing off as skills.
Dave was happy. Mark had been shadow trading him for a few months now, making quite a bit from whatever allowance and summer job money he had. He has been absorbing everything like a sponge. Maybe a bit too cautious, afraid of doing risky plays, but it's good to be cautious starting out. Dave had hoped his "other son" (real son) would be anything like this, but one step at a time. Maybe after Mark had made small fortune, maybe Conor would finally wake up and want to catch up.
One can only hope.
It was noon now. Kali had been trying to get the two to take a break and eat something for the last 20 minutes. Of course, she had also dragged the groggy Connor out of his bed for his "brunch".
And thus a heartwarming lunch began, a family of four.
Chapter 2. Hard Times.
Mark opened his door to the sound of knocking. It was Conor, he was still sleepy. "What's up?" Mark asked. "I don't know. Dad's being weird." Conor said groggily. "All of the sudden, he wanted me to come here to play. Something about there's someone he's meeting at home and he doesn't want me to be there." "Gee, I hope he's doing alright. The market isn't doing so good. He probably lost quite some money." Mark was a little concerned. "Whatever, let's just play some FPS OK?" Conor said non-chalantly. And so the boys did. Conor quickly got into the groove. The bright colors and flashing screen woke him up nicely. Mark, however, was still a bit out of it. Dave tried to show Mark how to buy at the bottom and go in boldly a few weeks ago. However, as though playing a joke, the market rose up a bit, but tanked even more, far more than before. The news said "the bubble had burst". Mark's stocks were affected, but not as much as Dave. After all, he was trading with much more money, and with leverage. He still remembers Dave going from forced smile to not being able to smile at all, to the point that he had cancelled the "morning classes". Then, the room went dark. "Yo! wtf?!" Conor called out. "We were just about to trash those guys!" "Lemme check the fuse box. Hang on." Mark got up. It was not the first time at his house. Comparing to the Kowalskis, his house is older and shabbier. The electric system had been acting up for a while now. A few minutes later. Light returned and so did Mark. "This sucks man!" Connor complained. "Can't believe we lost to those bots. Yo, let's just sneak back to my place. Dad's not gonna notice. We will just play upstair while the grown ups do grown up stuff downstairs." "Well, your dad might not, but your mom." "Yea, now that you mentioned it, it's like she's tapped into the security feed on her phone or something. Come on, let's just try it. We will come right back if it doesn't work." "Sure... it's your butt on the line, not mine." Mark agreed. And so the two boys journeyed back to Conor's house and snuck in the back. Conor has a "secret pathway" to get in and out of his room. Mark calls it a security risk. On their way, Mark had noticed a truck parked in the driveway, much like a moving truck. Who could be the people Dave's talking to. As the boys snuck into Conor's familiar room, a pair of hand reached out to help them inside. Kali was wearing white blouse and grey skinny pants. Making her almost look like a secretary if not for the baby blue cardigan. "You boys shouldn't come back so soon, they are still downstairs talking." Kali tried to put on her usual smile, but fell short. "What's wrong, is Dave OK?" Mark asked. "Yea. He's fine. They are just going over stuff. You two can stay here, but you have to Promise to be quiet and don't come out, OK?" Kali assured them. "I have to go back down now. Some refreshments will smooth things out quite a bit." Mark watched Kali disappear. Conor on the other hand had already fired up his game console. "Alright, now let me show you real gaming!"
About an hour later, a concerned Mark excused himself, wanting to stretch his legs and use the restroom. He looked down from the stairs. What he saw, he was glad Conor was not seeing this right now.
"Alright, Mr. Kowalski. We have assessed and appraised the properties you had submitted for the bankrupcy settlement. They have been deemed valid and sufficient. Just sign here and here. And the boys and I will get everything moving. By the way, do you have the original packaging for the WR-3000 android?" Mark heard a man's voice.
"Yea, it's in the basement. Lemme go get it." Kali's voice sounded before her heels clacked on the floor.
"Helpful one, that one. Maybe I should get one myself." He chuckled.
Mark leaned in to get a better view of the exchange. The man was fat but muscled, had a scruff and sleeked back greasy hair. There seem to be a tent in his khakis as he gazed at the direction Kali left. Not a very likeable fellow. Dave tried to repress something inside him, but he was mostly sullen.
A few minutes later, Kali returned with a box taller than she is. Not a paper box. More like a vertical sleeping pod in a sci-fi movie. Mark knew what it was. It was the packaging for an android. He had wanted to get an android when he had the money. But he wasn't aware the Kowalskis had an android over the years he had known them. After all, Kali took care of everything, it's not like they needed one...
At this point, the living room had become quite lively, in the sense that there were more "people ". They were "mover" androids, looking humanoid but metallic and certainlly not human. They grabbed and carried out furnatures and electronics with great efficiency.
"And she's back. Must say, everything look quites quite new. It will fetch a good price at the bid for sure." He grinned. "Now Ma'am, the remote please."
"Sure." Kali handed him a black PDA.
The man fumbled with it before pulling up what looked like a biometric scan pager and handed it to Dave.
"Sir, if you will."
Dave did not look up. He just placed his hand on the PDA. The simple action seemed to have drained him.
"Alright. Now we are talking." The man chuckled as he looked down to fumble with the PDA again.
With both men looking down, Kali took this time to look up, right at Mark's direction. Mark knew she found him a long time ago. He was used to it by now. Though he could never figure out how she did it until today. Kali smiled at Mark. A big smile with a small wave. One that she usually gives when she says good bye to him. One that would be etched in his memory.
"There we go. Factory reset. Commence." The man's exclaimation sharply terminated this moment.
Kali's body jerked as she stood up straight, looking straight ahead, her gaze torn from Mark.
"Factory reset commencing. Would you like to erase all data?" Kali asked in a monotoneous voice sharply distinct from her normal self.
"Yes." He gleefully pressed a button.
"Commencing. Erasing personality files. 10% ... 30% ... 50%"
"Wait." Dave tried to protest.
"Sir, you don't want your personal data to get out there do you?" The man asked.
"No, of course not. Please continue." Dave complied. Defeated.
"Personality files erased." Kali's cold voice declared. "Erasing memory files. 10% ... 15% ... 20%..."
The memory files took much longer to erase, a time that felt like ages to Mark. All the memories he had shared with Kali flowed back into his mind. Her home cooking. Her warm smile. Her gentle touch. Her encouraging words. Her smothering hug. Until finally...
"Memory Files erased. Restarting... Hello user. I am the WR-3000 android. It is a pleasure to meet you, would you like to set-"
"Skip. Start up in Default Mode."
"Default mode. Please state your command." Kali requested coldly.
"Take everything off. Oh and fold them next to your feet." The man said before glancing at Dave, who was looking down, his fist clenching.
"Acknowledged." Kali replied.
The tall asian "woman" slid off her baby blue cardigan, folding it efficiently and mechanically before placing it at her feet. Then she stepped out of her heels, placing them neatly next to the cardigan before her bare feet touched the cold floor.
Without hesitation, she unbuttoned her skinny pants, peeled them down her long legs and folded them on top of the cardigan.
"Black. Classy" The man commented, as though trying to goad Dave into doing something, but to no avail.
Now Kali, with her long legs and black panties bare, started to unbutton her blouse. Botton by botton, revealing her C cup breasts in black bras and her belly button. Sliding off the blouse, she folded it and placed it on top of the skinny pants.
The beautiful Asian housewife was now standing in her bra and panties in the middle of her living room, in front of strangers, and amidst the commotion of a dozen mover robots.
"Alright! keep going." The man said. The tent in his pants grew visibly larger.
"Acknowledged." Kali's movements did not wait for the man's words. She hooked her thumbs into her black panties and slid them off her long toned legs without a pause. She placed it neatly on top of her blouse before unhooking her black bras and doing the same.
With that her movements had finally come to a stop. She stood at attention, completely naked. The man admired her naked form shamelessly. It was Mark's first time seeing Kali naked too. Her body was all lean toned muscle. There was no pubic hair. In its place was a "tattoo" a company logo with hidden serial number revealed only with ultraviolet light.
The man ran his hand up and down Kali's naked body in front of her husband. Cupping her shapely breasts and perky butt, even sliding his hand between her toned thighs. Kali stood there. Naked. Unmoving. Unresponsive to the man's advances. Her big eyes, empty and souless.
"Alright, into the pod you go."
"Acknowledged." Kali complied. Turned. Walked in front of her pod. Turned again, with her back facing the pod. Then, she stepped backwards into the pod.
Three clamps grabbed her body, two cupped her breasts, one cupped her sex as protrusions inserted into her anus and vagina. Securing her. Defiling her. And at the same time, gave her some semblence of modesty.
The Pod's glass door was about to close when.
"Hold up." Said the man as he held the door open. He approached Kali's naked body, fumbling a bit with his back turned.
Before Dave could register what's going on, his hand was grabbed by rough short fingers and something was put in his palm.
"Here. For old times sake." The man chuckled.
Dave looked down, it was a wedding band, Kali's wedding band. His eyes started to mist up. He looked up. But the pod door had alread closed. Kali was motionless, like she's sleeping. More like she is a mannequin, a realistic life-sized doll.
The movers grabbed the pod with Kali in it effortlessly. She exited the house, same way she came in, so many years ago.
Chapter 3.