Weekend With The Wife, I Mean, Colleague
Weekend With The Wife, I Mean, Colleague
Part 1
Peter Sen hovers over Akane Sen as he watches the automated maintenance bay carry out a few finishing touches in disassembling his wife. After a busy year, including three long months without any physical nearness to her, it was safest to go over everything that had accumulated by the end of the year in terms of low-priority problems.
A pair of slowly unwraps the skin from Akane's feet, exposing the human-like but robust feet beneath them. They were designed to carry a very heavy load, which was what Akane holding anything ways. On a couple of occasions, the floor had creaked in hard protest in some older buildings because she was actually putting more pressure on the flooring in an area than was recommended. Akane knew well enough, no, had smart enough programming, to divert and find alternative routes or tell whoever she was meeting to come down to see her instead. A few scans later, a few worn joints had been replaced and the entire assembly oiled and put back together, feet seamlessly wrapped back together that you could only tell the seams by the subtle hardness where her feet joined with her body.
Peter blushes a little and leans in to examine the detail with which many details expected in human feet had been replicated, taking care not to interfere with the bay too much. Perhaps he'd had too much trauma back when he had been kidnapped by his dad's 'ex-wife', but he found well-formed feet a bit fascinating. His fingers rounding over toes and soles and heels, feeling the landscape of whorls and veins, tracing over the them with delicacy as if seeking imperfection.
He finds plenty: an inch more here, an fraction less there, a scar from a childhood injury in a childhood that never truly happened the beginnings of a few corns that would never actually develop in full and were there just to delay wear and tear on the rest of the feet... Peter gulps. Perfect imperfection in his hands...
As a matter of personal shame to himself, in fact, the fetishes had piled up more since he started using his wife regularly as a testbed for new design and tech ideas for his "EducationalAssist" startup: ranging from skintight latex pulled against Akane's curvy body, to an entire hour of her being silent, to even temporary perversions of parts of her body and mind - he had once tried being the top for a change after giving her a cock of her own, though he soon realised that he did not swing that way and had abandoned the idea, though not before giving the disembodied pecker to his sponsoring company for further research, which the researcher taking charge of had been very keen on. strangely.
As a result, Akane Sen (or Unit 1, though he was loathe to use it outside of sanitized briefings with his sponsoring company) had developed some quirks, none of which were more than adorable except for the few he had to quickly fix or revert changes to remove. He had also developed some quirks too, though he was responsible to schedule his indulgence in them only on longer periods where she didn't have to commit to anything else.
Peter walks over to look down at Akane's blank face... He looks around her body idly, his eyes glancing as a pair of arms pulls apart her bosom, exposing the two special processors her silicon soul and every single bit of 480 exabytes she needed for work and personal living, kept safe normally by honeycombed bulletproof ribs and caging. His father had invented the original designs for the two chips, though he had made some very poor, life-threatening even, choices in training the original units. Peter had personally figured out how to simplify them to improve their abysmal yields at the lithographic foundries without losing too much of their capability, but he still kept a few of the originals that had flummoxed the printers badly and used them as emergency stock in case they broke.
"Akane, dear, do you have any commitments this next week or so, now that you're back home for the holidays?" Peter gingerly runs his fingertips over the special processors that give Akane an edge in the realistic sleeper games, as if there was such a game going on. (there probably was, but he was only interested in that work to give himself a more loving wife and... other things)
Akane's eyes focus on Peter's face, her own face remaining animated as she ignores the arms removing the iris overlays between her eyelid area face plate and camera sensors, swapping the cameras out due to her onroaching short-sightedness. It was terrifying just how much evidence she could stare in the face of her true self without having a runway condition or meltdown now, a nifty trick born from years of off-hours tinkering and a few scares where changes had caused her sleeper program to fail.
"I have no known commitments for the next... 24 days from now. I am all yours, Peter. Perhaps we should take a cruise?"
Peter winces. He HAD booked a cruise for two with a slightly oversized luggage allowance on a cruise line that had very liberal and optimized policies in favor of Autoslav companions, but a month ago, they had refunded him in full with additional vouchers and apologised that his cruise would no longer be available as scheduled. Some sort of infestation had been found on the ship during its maiden voyage through the Phiccabe Ocean and it would need to be thoroughly sterilized, inspected, and reapproved before it could sail again, probably in a year or two.
"I... erm, kind of considered against it. Seasickness makes me miserable." Peter laments, faking a reason. Just because she had good sleeper programming did not mean she was invulnerable against disappointment or a myriad of human traumas. In fact, he was beginning to suspect he had tinkered enough that those vulnerabilities were creeping into the code and he would find out the bad way one day... but right now, she was perfect to him as she was. No need to upset her with bad news if it didn't accompany previously announced good news.
Akane giggles as the iris overlays click back in place, momentarily glitching as her eyelid faceplate is clicked back in place, presenting a pair of watery blue eyes eternally in wonder with the world around her. Peter could never tire of that slightly pudgy nose, those small eyes... well, that wasn't entirely true.
He did love them the most, but he had room for other ways that Akane could be, he mused, as he walks up to a cupboard and opens it. It is a collection of disembodied heads, most of them with a slight resemblance to Akane's true face, each sitting atop a small pile of carefully folded clothing. There was a older daughter, a red-haired mousy youthful colleague with freckles and rimmed glasses, an older but well-kept mom with streaks of grey in a storm of jet black hair and subtle wrinkles of aging here and there across her face, a twin sister who looked basically like Peter if he had had prepubertal transgender transitioning and a lifetime of proper surgical care and hormones...
Peter pauses and frowns as he stares at a head that resembles his evil fake mom "Evangeline Maloxx" all too well. Her cruelty to him had been so harsh that when he tried making this fake raven-hared nasty, the personality overlay he'd worked on for it drove Akane's base programming to breaking point. He had spent a month picking up the pieces and working from backups, but he'd broken the Acady Cart it was on in a fit of rage... Perhaps a whole makeover of this head was in order as well.
Peter shrugs. He wasn't interested in making another new way for Akane to interact with the world in right now. He just wanted to have fun. He runs his fingers as he utters the words he needs to prepare her for her temporary new role. "Akane, override command, roleplay start."
Akane continues talking away, the faint seam between her head and her neck clicking into visibility. "I'm sorry for mentioning that, Peter... I mean, we can have lots of fun without going away somewhere exotic. I did promise I was going to bring you for- for-" She halts in mid conversation as the preparation interrupts her access to her personal data partition, all personal memories now sealed away to prevent cross contamination with her various roles, a precaution he now took after the Evangeline roleplay incident, however benign the code seemed on the personality overlay.
Peter eventually decides on which kind of roleplay he wants for the weekend, bringing the freckled redhead head to the side of Akane's own head along with the accompanying items. He picks the a small but bulky Acady Cart out of the pile beneath the head, carefully examining it to make sure it's not damaged. The format was originally intended to pack a full semester's worth of lessons into a Teaching Aide robot, but Peter had repurposed it to hold a different set of memories and knowledge data from its intended use. Fishing in the left side of Akane's chest that her left breast would have protected in normal function, he finds the empty cart reader and carefully pushes the Acady Cart in till it clicks.
Peter squints at the console screen next to the cartridge loader, cursing himself for making it a habit not to plug in his workpad for a bigger view whenever he prepped Akane for roleplaying. Was it about trying to hide a shameful habit that he couldn't just calmly deal with in the open? Regardless, he keeps watching to make sure everything works. Code: Select all
ACADY MK 3 TEACHING AIDE
UNIT ACADEMIC IDENTIFIER: BEREQUEL EDUCATIONALASSIST UNIT SITE CONTACT: PETER SEN .... NON-EMERGENCY ACCESS TO PERSONAL DATA PARTITION DISABLED LOADING ACADY CART "AKANE_COLLEAGUE_RP_V1_25" WARNING: NON-STANDARD LESSON PLAN DEFINITION WARNING: ACADY CART CONTAINS UNCERTIFIED PROGRAM EXECUTABLES. PLEASE ENSURE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT WITHIN 120 SECONDS OR SHUTDOWN THIS UNIT AND REMOVE THE CARTRIDGE. EXECUTING "ROLEPLAY_STUB" DISCONNECTING "HEAD_AKANE_STANDARD" PLEASE REPLACE HEAD AND REBOOT, OR LEAVE HEAD IN PLACE AND REBOOT WITHOUT CARTRIDGE TO RESTORE NORMAL FUNCTION
Peter watches the cursor blink lazily, before he moves to carefully pop Akane's head off and carefully rest it onto a nearby protective stand for later, after he wants things to go back to normal. Carefully running his fingers around the connective bits and piping on both ends to make sure nothing can upset the process, he proceeds to click the new head in place, watching the seam fold up and hide itself completely, before putting his hands on Akane's breasts and gently maneuvering the protective chest plates beneath them back into place until the loud cacophony of clacks and slurps ends with her mounded breasts sitting atop seamlessly covered ribs.
Peter stretches himself a little. "Time to get ready myself." There was always a starting scenario coded into these personalities that he'd thought would make them more realistic. So far, he feels he's been right about that. For this one, he needs to be in his office at the start. "... Akane, override command: start roleplay from 'scenario_start' in 300 seconds. no additional flags."
Akane's voice comes on, this time slightly distorted into a young ingenue rather than the mature dulcet warmth he was used to. "Yes, Peter. See you soon, Peter."
Peter starts his way back up to the basement access door. He had time to make a nice cocoa and marshmallows in the five minutes before Akane started putting on his clothes, ascended the stairs, walked to the front door and started pretending she was someone else. He still had to call her Akane though - for some reason, after all the tinkering he'd done, he still could not get the unit to accept a different name during roleplay sessions.... probably a security limitation somewhere on the ACADY Teaching Aide android at its very base, he thinks, as he starts dumping a little cocoa powder into a mug...