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dollification: the process of evolving, mentally and physically, into a "living doll."
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 Post subject: HIS NEW DOLL
PostPosted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 6:49 am 
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He didn’t really know what to expect.
He’d had images of emptying out a box of polystyrene packing pellets, and spending a day and a half surrounded by alan keys and body parts. Like some sort of Ikea based horror movie. The figure in the box was curled foetus like. Completely hairless, eyes bandaged over, mouth taped up, with bands of black shrinkwap keeping as much decency as an object can have.
It was soft to the touch, but too cool. Too corpselike.
The skin was perfectly unblemished. The soles of it’s feet were white through the too tight shrinkwrap. Feet that had never touched the floor. Had never born weight. He stroked them, through the plastic, a movement that’d have most real women wriggling or kicking, but this dead thing did not move at all.
The only indicator that he was not currently in possession of a corpse was seen on the figures back. Down the spine were three patches of black. Nanoos were far too painful for all but your most hardcore of bod-mod fanatics, but the independently mobile subdermal crawlers were perfect displays for these things. Tattoos that could rearrange themselves in any configuration in a matter of seconds. Faster if you didn’t mind leaving trackmarks with every transformation.
The lowest mark was the sillouette of three Russian dolls, just overlapping. The manufacturers mark. There was no real reason this couldn’t be just printed on, but having all the markings in the same media looked nice. A custom firmware though, and it could be changed to look like anything you wanted it to. The same with the model name, which currently depicted a cyrilic character looking like a trident, and the IV representing 4. There had obviously been some attempt to mark the model with a little classical elegence, by someone with only a limited education in such matters.
The third block, could also be customised, but it tended to lead to problems later on. The solid black block measured 8 centimeters squared, and upon activation, would slowly twist into a collection of interlocking squares. Like a barcode, but designed to be read from a distance, or an angle.
Above all these, a plastic hoop held the packing wrap away from the skin. Taut like a drum,and easy to burst by just plunging a finger through it. The sound was like bubblewrap being burst.
Four red crosses stood out against the whiteness of the skin. This was the crunch moment. He knew that if he uploaded the custom firmware before turning it on, then if there were any problems with it, then that was it. Warrantee void, no refunds, and If he turned it on first, to check, then the updates and registration programs would kick in immediately, and he’d be stuck with someone else’s idea of perfect.
He was already holding the clutch of needle thin probes against their home mark before he really knew that he’d reached the decision.
With a deep breath, and fingers crossed, the pushed the needles through the skin, through the latex port covers and into the small pools of mercury, forming an ultrafast connection, injecting his desires and fantasies into a solid avatar. His doll.

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PostPosted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 3:33 pm 
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The needles pierced the skin with very little resistance, and sank through the rubber plugs with the merest of pushes. Still he brought the plug down as slowly as he could, trying to avoid buckling the pins, or scratching the internal connectors, though when they finally burst into the mercury bowls, the needles shot forward with such ease that he found himself jarring them against the far wall. The cable had been made for a much deeper port, and although the flat surface of the plug still stood a good inch away from the skin, supported on it’s spindly needle-legs like a miniature oil rig, the connection had been made, and the freebooter began running the software.
On his Mac, the little blue bar crept along the screen. Graduated colours raced across it, fooling the eye into thinking it was racing along, despite the actual progress crawling on at a glacial pace. At the top of the window, A little anime styled Victorian gent in goggles hammered and sawed industriously at a giant breasted sexbot with cupid bow lips and wire pigtails. Once the upload had been successfully completed, the doll would bend over, and the little Victorian would start getting his end away in a 2 frame rut, grinning and holding a thumbs up until you closed the program. If there was a problem with the upload, the sexbots eyes would turn red and a warning window would pop up to a polyphonic version of the terminator theme. It was all childish, but entertained the impatient doller. It was not as productive as say.. getting the dolls outfits together, or clearing away the giant double-walled cardboard box that had acted as a womb and stork to her. Even going and grabbing a cup of coffee from the kitchen would have been of some use, but all of that would mean moving away from the screen, and despite the fact that there was nothing he could do but wait, it’d take more than he possessed to tear himself away from that blue bar before it had filled.
He reached out and touched the dolls skin. Still cool to the touch, it was slowly losing the chill of the October air it had picked up in transit, and was matching the room’s ambient temperature. Of course, there were no goosebumps, erect nipples, or shiver to indicate an imagined discomfort, but still, seeing this form laying beside him as he sprawled on the floor. He gave in to the urge to drape a warm arm over her, holding it close, in a manner that was an unentanglable mix of possesiveness, protectiveness, and pride. He slid his hand under the bandages, sliding them up to reveal tightly bound breasts, which swelled naturally away from their confines. The nipples and slight areola, a dusky pink against the ivory skin. He pushed the vlindfold away from the doll’s unseeing, unawakened eyes, and found them open in a vacant stare. This was obviously why they were banded. The look of complete innocence and openness, mixed with the unmoving focus would make most people think of a child, or a corpse.
They were greenisg grey, which the catalogue had said, but the ring of burnt gold that ringed the pupils was a surprise. A delicate detail that caught him. He kissed them, each open eye, gently, unresisting to his attention in it’s passive state.
The computer behind him erupted into a shrill whine, and he rolled over quickly, bringing his face up to the screen,

The window showed the sexbot sitting bolt upright, sporting a huge erection. The dollmaker peering round every direction. Question marks appearing above his head.
There had been an upload error, and the system needed to be blanked again before the upload could recommense. Over two hours of waiting had evaporated into a waste of time, and an irritation he couldn’t stand

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 Post subject: Re: HIS NEW DOLL
PostPosted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:02 am 
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A frantic hour had been spent, trawling forums and guides, recompiling his program, looking for any indication as to what had gone wrong. He scrolled through the pictures of others dolls, looking for those eyes, those makers marks.. both of which were difficult to make out in the low res images, Looking for some positive sign that he could get his doll up and running.
It was a futile search. Even if his model had been there, he wouldn’t have recognised it. The thing that lay before him was still blank state, and every picture showed something hand-turned by it’s creator. They could have all been his model, for all he knew, all pulled and pinched and programmed in different directions by skilled Dollars, or zealous amateurs. He ran a system wipe, verified his code, checked every cable and connection, before completely unwrapping his doll and beginning the process again.
As the computerised drosselmeyer began again, and the loadbar began to creep along it’s track, he bent low, and planted a kiss against the dolls soft skin.
“I’ll see you in the morning”.
He switched off the light and wearily dragged himself to bed, collapsing on the covers fully dressed and drifted into dreams.

It was around three in the morning, the sounds of traffic reduced to a distant and broken hiss, like chalk erasers being wiped cautionsly over a crowded blackboard. He sat up as though a current had been shot through him, but his look of confusion blossomed into one of childish delight and he leapt from the bed like a child on Christmas morning and rushed down the stairs.
The doll still lay absolutely motionless. The soft sallow skin shone with a velvet blue hue under the reflected light from the monitors. Tiny squae points of light danced in her eyes as they truly reflected the screen. Coming into the room, he leant over the doll, and bleary eyed, stared at the screen. The dollmaker was still hard at work. The blue bar perhaps.. two thirds of the way filled. Much, much slower than last time. He had no idea of whether this was good or bad, and wasn’t going to leap on the net and start trying to research it now.
He looked down, and realised that his hand was resting on the dolls. Her skin still icy. He reached over to the sofa and pulled a throw down, covering her in it like a blanket.
He wondered why he hadn’t put her on the sofa to begin with. When he opened the box, pulling it out and onto the floor had been.. natural. But now, well, It seemed a little cold of him. Absoloutely nothing had changed. She hadn’t been activated or moved, yet he was already growing attatched to her, before things had even started. He pulled the throw over her face with a snap, and went to bed, stripping down and burying himself under the duvet, determined to make the best out of the rest of the night.

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 Post subject: Re: HIS NEW DOLL
PostPosted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:07 am 
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Sleep came harder the second time. In the relative stillness of the city at night, the clicking whirr of his hardrive, the hum of the aircon and the colic rumblings of the buildings plumbing played out a discordant lullaby. The last remnants of caffeine still fizzled in his system like misfired cathrine wheels, threatening to spark into life if anyone went to inspect them. The sheets were cool and concern condensed and flowed away. Sleep dragged him into it's depths inch by inch, though dreams never came.

Sleep retreated as slowly as it had arrived. As though each hard buzz of the alarm swept away one of a hundred heavy velvet curtains. The city was already wide awake, and the thrum of traffic leant another hand to the stripping away of nighttime fug.

He sat up, sliding on the clothes he'd worn the previous night, and shuffled into the kitchen. Measuring out the coffee and water, he hadn't forgotten the doll laying prone in the other room, purely making the pragmatic decision to set up the machine he knew worked, over the one that may not.
He smiled thinking, that this may be the penultimate time he ever had to make coffee. Not that he found it a chore, in fact the ritual of measuring out the ground coffee, water, sugar and milk were all part of his waking up, but once the doll was up and running, and He'd shown it how to do the job.. well, his morning ablutions would be slightly different.

The coffee trickled through the hissing machine whilst he flicked through the morning news. Part of him was impatient to check on his new doll, but it was being held in check by the more pessimistic element, which had already resigned itself to this doll being a pain in the arse, and something that'd eat into a couple of days worktime just to get it running an OS, let alone customising it.

With his mind a little more composed, and coffee poured, he slid the pot back onto the hotplate, grabbed his cup and went into the lounge. Little pieces of plastic wrapper and tape sticking to his bare soles. Settling in front of his laptop, he stroked the touchpad to wake the screen. The freebooter had completed its upload, and the animated maker grinned out at him with stereotypical rainbow shaped eyes, a thumbs up the size of his head, and a ridiculous two framed animated copulation all rattled away below a glowing green "Successful".

He tore the USB cable from the side of his mac, and rolled the still covered doll onto it's side. Firmly gripping the plughead, he drew the needles out of it's neck. He realised, with the care he now took, that he had penetrated it. He'd actually taken some form of digital virginity from her. The needles popped free, leaving the most tiny of marks. The rubber expanded, blocking the tracks,and the slightest tear of silver formed on the surface as mercury was forced up the channel by the self sealing plugs. He found a cloth, and wiped her neck clean, before cleaning of each of the needle connectors. Taking a deep breath, he curled the wire back into its sheath, and shutting down the macbook, he rolled the doll back onto it's back.

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 Post subject: Re: HIS NEW DOLL
PostPosted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 1:43 am 
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<THIS STORY ON HAIATUS AS IT MIRRORS SOME REAL LIFE EVENTS, AND CAN'T CONTINUE TILL THE OTHER PARTY MAKES A REAPPEARANCE> IN THE MEANTIME, I'LL WORK ON THE ANIMATED GRAPHICS OF THE FREEBOOTER

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 Post subject: Re: HIS NEW DOLL
PostPosted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 6:49 pm 
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I've read this story twice and feel compelled to comment.

I find the story an interesting read and appreciate how you pay attention to details while sharing your tale.
I look forward to reading the 'finished' work.


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