The story about how Chris gets forced into a mechanical femsuit.
Best Companion
Chris was a thief. For years, stealing was the his only source of income. He was rather proud of his skills. At the age of 20, he still had clean records. Pocket picking was his favorite sport. It doesn’t matter from whom he was stealing. Everyone were alike to him. Shoplifting? That was even easier. He knows how shop security works and how to avoid it. Today, a new mall was having a grand opening, and that’s a perfect opportunity to get something exchangeable for cash.
‘Today, I’m going to get something valuable. I can feel it. Maybe if I get lucky, the jewelry store will be crowded. Stealing from shelves never pays in those shops, but pocket picking from customers surely does,’ Chris thought.
When he arrived at the mall 15 minutes before opening, it was already surrounded by a mass of people. He walked as far as he could into this mass, picking a few wallets on the way.
“It’s already a good day. I can’t wait to get inside,” he smiled and squeezed two new wallets in his pocket.
But events were against him soon enough. He failed to notice a guard observing him while he was taking out a wallet from a man in the queue standing before him.
Like usual, in such cases, he was sure that the hell of jail awaited him. The judge turned out to be kind toward young people and sentenced Chris to 6 months of community services.
He was sure that they would send him to take care of old people in a rest house or cleaning streets. He didn’t know if he should be happy that they sent him to a toy factory at the edge of the city.
At the gate, I was greeted by an old man in a white lab coat and a protective helmet. The two cops escorting me haven’t even looked at me during the whole way to this factory. Now, they just left a few documents with the old man and left without a word.
“Boy, hear me out, because I guarantee that it may be lucrative for you. I see that you messed up your registry for the first time. Now you have a chance to pay for your crime. If you work hard and prove that you are reliable, you may even get a permanent job here. We need young people, so one day they will take over the factory. Since you have no experience, you will start with less important tasks.”
I stopped listening. In six months, I’ll be out of here and that’s it. There’s no way that I’m going to stay here one minute longer than necessary. I looked around. The building was huge, a few trees growing here and there, and tall walls around the grounds, surrounding it. There is no way that I can sneak out from here to the city after my shift. When I turned my attention back to the old man, he was still talking.
“…as you probably noticed, we have tall walls to protect our secrets. It’s hard to survive in the toy business as spying is common these days. Now, I’ll take you to your room, then I’ll assign you some chores. Come with me.”
I nodded and followed. We went through a few control points before we reached a room located near the storehouse. It was plain, if not poor-looking. There was a clock hanging on the wall, a bed standing in one corner, a desk on the left, a few shelves above it, and a small wardrobe in the other corner. Nothing of great value. The bathroom was next door. I got a key from the old man and laid on the bed. He said that he will send someone who will show me what I’m going to do today. I must have drifted off to sleep, because I heard a sweet female voice coming to me. When I opened my eyes, I heard knocking and that voice again.
“Please come in,” I said sleepily. The door swung open and a tall woman in a lab coat entered.
“Chris, I’m Lucy, the manager. Mr. White sent me here for you. You are supposed to help at the workshop. Put this on.” She handled him a white uniform with gloves and a protective helmet. “I’ll wait for you outside the door.”
“Thanks,” he replied, more than glad to see a pretty woman in such a place. He put on the uniform and followed black-haired Lucy through the factory maze to the workshop.
“Here you will work on the feeder. It’s a simple job. All you have to do is put those cardboard sheets from those pallets on the feeder. The machine will cut out unnecessary parts and print our logo. From the machine, then, will exit a box ready for our products. There is nothing that can go wrong here. See you in 4 hours. I’ll show you the cafeteria then. Good luck,” and with that, she left.
I heard once that a thief is more likely to starve for two days than to carry two buckets of water from a well to his house. After those few hours of work, I know why. My hands are killing me. I haven’t worked so hard in the past. I’m short and slim. This kind of work is for someone with big muscles and preferably no brain, not for me.
Soon after Lucy picked me up and showed me the cafeteria. The meal was good and soon after it, I was back at my workplace for the next 4 hours. Ms. Manager was kind enough and let me go back to my room.
I‘ve fallen on my bed and fell asleep faster than ever. The next few days turned into weeks and were the same. From time to time, the task changed. That means the machines were changing. Routine is the worst thing that may happen to a worker and I was about to feel it on my own skin. One stupid mistake may lead to tragedy. That was the last day of my first month here. I was working on a feeder like many times before. The machine was humming like always and it was hot like usual. When I was bending over to grab the next sheet of cardboard, the water bottle from my back pocket fell into the machine. The chain reaction started and soon was over. The machine stopped, red lights started to flash, and it exploded, knocking me out.
When I wake up in my bed, I was glad to be whole. There were bruises here and there, but it doesn’t matter. I was alive and that’s important. But when I saw the angry face of Mr. White, I knew that it was a premature feeling. For what seems like hours, he was talking about how the big and terrible thing happened because of me. He may even fall out from business and how much replacing the destroyed machine will cost. Finally, he left saying that I won’t get such responsible work around expensive equipment in the future. That last part was true. They sent me underground to clean floors in laboratories. It’s a calmer job, usually after the work hours of designers and scientists.
One night I was cleaning, like usual, the floor on level C. There were locked doors at the end of corridor. Tonight, though, they were wide open, and that means that I’m supposed to clean there, too. I walked in, whistling like nothing happened, when someone caught me from behind and pressed something against my mouth. The world went blank.
Mr. White put the unconscious boy on the steel table on wheels with the help of Lucy.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Lucy asked.
“We don’t have much choice. This project may save the company from bankruptcy. Call the professor and tell him that we have Chris.”
“What about his opinion? He could agree to this willingly…”
“Don’t be naive. No one would agree to this. Don’t prolong this. This only knocked him out for a short while.”
“Ok…” Lucy responded uncertainly.
He was taken to an elevator and, from there, to the lowest level. At the doors, already waiting for them, was Professor Williams.
“I’m glad that you decided to do this. Let’s not waste any more time. Take him to the treatment room. He may wake up at any time now, the chloroform wears out quickly,” Professor Williams said before anyone could react.
Moments later, in the treatment room, some muscle relaxants were injected, as well as a few painkillers and sleeping drugs, to assure that the whole procedure won’t be interrupted. They put him on a steel table and undressed him. Then Williams started working on his mouth. He used some spray to eliminate bacteria and dead cells inside. After one minute, he washed away the created bio-wastes and proceeded to glue his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. Soon the glue set nicely.
He pulled out two tubes from a sterile casing. One was for feeding and had a special valve that will be visible when he opens his mouth wide. It will start at his throat and end in his stomach. The other divides into two smaller tubes and will allow him to breathe through his nose. The professor inserted those tubes with great precision and sealed them with liquid resin. Then he coated his oral cavity with plenty of red latex, smoothing out traces of tongue. When the latex dried, Lucy took care of painting details like teeth and the placing of plastic lenses over his eyeballs to prevent them from drying. After cleaning the ears, miniature speakers were inserted and sealed in the ear holes. Then his whole body was shaved and sprayed with clean water. Next, a special chemical was lubricated on to every inch of his body. This was to stop hair growth in the long months, as well as kill any microbes living on the human skin. It was still an experimental solution and no one knows how long it will last. Then comes specially designed plastic looking panties with a pouch that made his privates look like a baby doll’s, except for a valve extending from the back. This was a double valve that extended only a bit from the body.
The time came for body coating and they inserted him in a glass tube and strapped him in. Breathing tubes were connected; a special cover put over the waste tube. The machine starts to spray pinkish mist and stops after it covers him completely. Then it pumps out unnecessary liquids that flowed in rows and gathered at the bottom of the tube. The hatch above him opens to let warm air speed up the drying. Now Chris looks more like a life-size doll than anything else. This thin layer is breathable, coating him completely and compressing his body only slightly as it dries. His facial lines were smoothed and he is ready for further actions. With the help of lasers, his eyes regain the ability to blink, at least for now. The hatch closes when the coating is dry enough.
While the coating is finishing drying, mechanical parts are being assembled on the table. Then motors, rods, and various parts are being melted to the still soft shell. A small screen is glued in front of his left eye, sealing it away. A mini nuclear reactor is then placed on top of his chest, along with more electronics - forming a bust. Once all of the parts are attached, the glass tube is closed again and the process is repeated. This time it’s coating only the areas that needed a much thicker coat of soft rubber. The cycle of spraying and drying took a lot of time.
It’s not over yet. After extracting his soft body from the tube, he’s again placed on the steel table. The body is molded and excessive material covering sockets and wire ends is removed. The time has come for the final steps. On the other table lay a female robotic body suit. It’s made from two sections; the front and back fit together perfectly. From outside, it looks like a big doll made of plastic, but inside it’s a hi-tech suit. They put him in the back part and plug every wire and tube in place, then they lower the front part and attach it to the rest of the equipment. Two halves finally merge seamlessly with a clicking sound, compressing him the in process. The suit is then plugged in to the computer via a connection on the neck and programming starts to flow. Everybody left and the lights went off. The programming will take a few hours, and the drugs shouldn’t wear off until morning.
I wake up and it’s hard to move my body, as if I am stiff all over. The light turns on and blinds me for a moment. It must automatically turn on, just like in labs where movement sensors are installed. The last thing I remember is cleaning the lab floor and then…someone must have knocked me out. I finally sit up on the edge of the steel table and look at my body and it looks just like plastic! I want to look at my privates but two plastic globes make it impossible. Only with my hands do I confirm my fears that I’m smooth down there. I try to get up and I feel a tugging behind my head. I raise a hand behind my head. A bunch of wires is attached to the base of my neck. With some difficulties, I manage to disconnect them and I can finally get up. My weight changed and increased because I can’t stand upright even for a short moment or maybe this is the effect of some kind of drugs and I’m having a hallucination. I lean against the table. It must be a nightmare. I tried to pinch myself awake, but I couldn’t. The shell covering me is mostly rigid. I wobble close to a metallic wall and I can see my reflection on the smooth surface of an endowed fetish version of a baby doll. I tried to gasp but no sound escaped my lips. I realized that I had been breathing through my nose for the whole time. I spotted a mirror hanging near the door and made my way to it. My head still felt foggy.
I opened my mouth and, in the reflection, I could only see a sealed passage and some sort of valve. I tried to poke it with my fingers, but I couldn’t reach it. My mouth didn’t allow me to open wide enough and my fingers were working stiffly. I was still looking into the reflection when the doors swung open. I panicked and fell onto my enlarged bum. It was Lucy. I wanted to talk to her, but I couldn’t because of my sealed orifice.
“Chris! For god’s sake. You scared the hell out of me.” He looked at me, confused through red lenses, artificial eyes blinking. “Ok, stay calm, I’ll explain everything. Let me help you get up and let’s sit somewhere. It’s a long story.” He tried to tell me something, because his mouth was opening and closing. “Don’t worry, sweetie, just listen to me and everything will be alright,” she said.
Lucy knows that this thing is me? How could it be? I wanted to ask her about it, among many other things, but only my lips moved. No sound, so irritating. I followed her to the sofa in the next room. Sitting was a whole new experience for me, only feeling the pressure on my bottom and not feeling the texture of the sofa. She started to tell the tale from the beginning.
“Listen, I know that this is hard for you but we had no choice. After the incident with the factory machine, Mr. White had only one choice – to declare bankruptcy. He would have to declare it in a month, but a billionaire offered help if we provided the best available toy on the market for his daughter. One capable of being her companion in games and everyday life. We got this insane project, but there were no volunteers among the lab personnel. Finally, Mr. White. with Professor Williams, decided that they had to risk it and put you into this hi-tech doll suit.” His mouth opened in an attempt to express his anger. “Don’t get angry on me. That wasn’t my idea. Please, understand, that’s not so bad and, if everything works like we expected, you will be released from this suit in 5 months and you may gain some benefits. Like something with a few zeros on your bank account, which will help you start over – literally.”
Five months, you got to be kidding me. There is no way that I’m going to spend all of that time in this suit, even if it’s a masterpiece of technology. I’m getting out of here. I’ll get out of this suit on my own.
I got up somehow and started to walk to the door. The dizziness must be fading away because my steps were steadier. A few steps were separating me from the doors when I suddenly froze in place. The suit refused to bend in the joints.
“You are not going anywhere. We have put our last funds in you, or rather, on you, and we can’t let you out just like that. Besides, all of this technology is top secret for us. I have here in my hand a remote control. We decide what you do and when you do it. If you behave, we will allow you to move by yourself and do your things, but if you don’t, it will be the worst 5 months of your life. Now, I’m going to switch the remote control back to manual. You better behave.” And with that she turned a switch. I was awaiting release, but it caught me off-guard and I fell face down on the floor before I could lift my hands to chest level. Things couldn’t get any worse from this point?
She helped me to get up. And we sat down on the sofa… again.
“Now, I’m going to turn on the synthesizer so you can speak, but before you can…you need this.” She pulled out a simple necklace from the pocket of her lab coat. “That’s the speaker. I’ll put it around your neck if you bend your head a little toward me. Ok, here you go. It’s time for the synthesizer.” She hit a few keys on the remote. “Try to say something for me,” she said.
“C-an yo-u take-e this suit off m-e?” It worked, but this voice wasn’t mine. It wasn’t even male. It was girly and sounded almost authentic, not mechanical.
“Not good enough, yet. Give me a second for adjusting it a bit.” She hit a number of keys. “Now try again.”
“Please, can you take this suit off?” This time the voice surely belonged to a female.
“I’ve already told you that this is impossible at the moment. Don’t even try to ask it again. Now, let’s work on your balance. Stand up, and I’ll try to calibrate the suit to help you.”
I stood and tried my best to keep upright while Lucy worked her magic on the remote. After just a few minutes, I was able to stand completely still, and when I was able to do so, she asked me to start walking to the wall and back. Making steps seemed easier since keeping my body upright wasn’t taking so much concentration. After the second round, walking became normal – if you can call it normal with girly swaying of hips.
“Is there something more that I’m supposed to do before we move on?” I asked Lucy. The more I get to know about my situation – the better for me. I wanted out from this synthetic body prison.
She smiled and answered that there is a lot to do, but as long as I’m a bit drugged, other tests must wait. So I asked what I’m supposed to do now. “Well, I think that we will play dress-up. You can’t walk around naked. Let’s check the automated wardrobe developed for you, since putting clothes on in an ordinary way may take much longer in that form of yours. First, let’s cover you with a plain sheet of material. Some researchers have already entered the complex. It’s morning already and you shouldn’t disturb them. Don’t worry, you couldn’t be better disguised as you are now, but from now on in publicy, I’ll call you Ellen, as the customer wished. Nobody gets any clue about your true identity.”
I agreed because what else I could do in such a situation. She just nodded and I followed her through the corridor and, thankfully, no one but a few passing people paid no more attention to a walking doll than needed. Only hi, hello, and good mornings were addressed to Lucy. I was glad that I couldn’t blush anymore. Walking around in only a cloak leaves little to the imagination. After passing a few corridors, we entered a room for “Personnel Only”. Inside, a professor welcomed us warmly and explained some more about the suit.
As you probably noticed, your sight is a bit disturbed. We have installed a small display over the left eye to let you read our suggestions or… watch movies in your free time. It’s normally displaying the sight from the camera in the left eye of the doll. Thanks to sensors, it allows you to blink your artificial eyes. With time, you will learn to control adavnced function of it without thinking. Now, I’m going to stream a short film made from your transition. As you can see, we have cleaned you and put in a lot of electronic devices, They are powered by a small nuclear plant in your right breast. The main computer is located in the left one. Don’t be afraid of radiation. There is none passing through the casing of the generator. Of course, if it gets damaged, it poses a threat to everyone around you. The coating covering you is able to reflect most of the radiation. The motors, with the other mechanical parts, are supposed to insure that you can stay up for long periods of time. It extends your agility and durability beyond human capabilities. The exoskeleton can also control you in cases when you disagree with us. Lucy probably showed you how this works already, so I’ll skip this part.
Your outer cover is breathable in key places, and the inside layers are breathable on the whole surface, so you can stay in this get-up for months without a need to extract you. In your mouth is a special valve for feeding, but it will be used only when you are far away from your base station. He pointed to the middle of the room. There was a clear case made of transparent material with a weirder throne-like seat in it. Please sit on it. I was guided to it by the professor and he took my cloak away. First, I sat on the base that appeared to be molded for me, with my legs spread a bit. Then my body was immobilized. I tried to raise myself by using my hands, but I failed.
“There are powerful magnets that keep you sitting. That is for your security, so don’t even try to lift yourself. You see the base is both designed for transport and maintaining your body. A mechanical arm beneath the base takes off the covering of the double-valve and secures a connector to it, pinning me down in one more place. Suddnely the cleaning routine started automatically. I felt liquid rushing inside me, which was my first of many enemas which would be coming in the following months. I squirmed and wanted frantically to get up and rip away the tubes, but it was impossible. Then I asked the professor to stop it. He politely explained that it’s the only way to flush away my body wastes and it’s the best way to feed me. I started to argue and Lucy turned off my synthesizer. Only my lips pleaded silently for release.
“I’m was told to stop complaining. If you are a man, then act like one. No more pleading. That process will take only a few minutes and then liquid food will be pumped in. After that, you will be let free from the base. If you move around a lot, this procedure may be repeated even three times a day, so you better get used to it,” said Lucy.
I couldn’t believe it. There was no end to the humiliations. When I only gain their trust and an opportunity to escape happens, I’ll take it. For now, I have to deal with this pressure in my abdomen. After an unknown amount of time, the pressure was released, as the pump started to drain my bowels. I thought that only some pumping of food awaited me, but the enema was repeated two more times before nutritious liquids were injected and I was set free.
I slowly rose to my legs and started to walk out from the case slowly. Then I tried to rush them, but Lucy stopped me after just a second. I guess that she was holding the remote for the whole time, ready for this situation…
“That was a stupid move. Now I’ve got to punish you,” said Lucy. The professor watched this whole scene from the chair.
For I moment, I felt nothing different as she played with the remote. The hope was rising that something crashed in my programming, but it would leave me in a walking stance. My hope was blown away by a humming noise from my crotch. Since it was a compressed area, the vibrations were driving me insane and my immobility was only making it worse. After a few more minutes, she turned the evil piece off and lifted the blockade from me. I fell to the ground depressed.
“You see, that was on the low setting. I really expect more cooperation from you or bad things will happen. Now, I’ll let you speak. For the record, you will speak only when asked, unless ordered otherwise. If you fail, I’m sure that the preprogrammed sequence of words will be more than enough for that rich kid. Blink twice if you agree. ” Lucy left me without a choice.
I blinked twice in agreement, wondering if it really is a good decision. Once again, I was free to move. I just stood there, waiting for the future to become present and then past.
“Now, I’m going to dress you, or rather, have you dressed.” She pointed her finger at a rather big wardrobe. “Press your hand on the front of it. There is a reader that will let only you access the wardrobe,” she said, grinning like a small kid who just got her precious toy from Santa.
Slowly, I approached it and pressed my hand on to the front of it. The surface around my hand illuminated. Then the doors opened and revealed that there was nothing inside of it.
He stepped inside to examine it further when the doors closed behind him. Inside, the wardrobe was now completely pitch black and Chris was unable to even see his nose. Then he heard the voice of Lucy in his ears.
“We have installed small microphones in your fake ears and speakers in your real ones in order to make sure that you will hear well. Plus, it gives me the power to talk to you, anywhere you are.”
Now I panicked and started to slam my hands against the doors.
“Whatever you are going to do to me…don’t do it,” I begged in complete darkness, not even sure if she could hear me. The container could be soundproof.
“Oh, don’t be afraid. This wardrobe can supply you with any possible costume. Just calm down and I’ll upload a new outfit for you,” she claimed calmly.
I decided to try breaking the doors again when a number of mechanical arms extended and immobilized me. Then I was maneuvered into a desirable position in the center of the pitch black wardrobe. Soon after that, a red line passed up and down my eyes. It must have been a scanner. The mechanical arm let go of me and I tried to step away from the spot, but my legs felt like they were glued to the ground. Those dammed magnets again? On my display, a message flashed, telling me to stay calm and still, as more scanning was needed. The red lines crossed me again soon after it. Then I heard Lucy’s voice.
“I hope that you will like your new outfit. I designed it myself. Now, cooperate with the wardrobe. Don’t make it more difficult. Restraining you could be troublesome. As you probably noticed, the wardrobe system will send you messages with instructions and guide you through the process.” Her voice showed that she was really excited about this whole situation.
“Commencing cleaning. Stand with spread hands,” flashed in front my eye. I decided to comply because the darkness started to make me feel claustrophobic. The mechanical arms released the clamp from my wrists. Moment later I felt something under great pressure being sprayed onto me; it couldn’t be otherwise, because I wouldn’t feel the pressure at all. Then it become warmer – must be drying. “Fitting clothes. Stand by,” flashed. Then something closed around my waist and gently lifted me from the floor. The feeling of something brushing against my soles occurred, something cleaning them, then pointing my feet a bit downward and I felt the pressure raising around them. I couldn’t bend my ankles much and my knees seemed to be stiffer, too. “High heels secured,” appeared on screen. I’m supposed to walk in such shoes? I remember the girls in school when they started to walk in boots with heels. One word describes it – massacre. It took them a few long days to learn how to walk in them without tripping every few steps.
Then I felt the floor under me. I must have been lowered. I tried to make an experimental step, but my feet were stuck to the ground. Another message popped up, “Undergarment on the way, stand still.” I felt something pressed on me from the front and back and then some heat on my sides. My waist was released and a message told me to raise my hands above my head as my uniform is on the way. Something sleekly moved down my body.
“Appliance attachment in progress” and, to my surprise, I felt something pressed above my crack. I was even more surprised when I felt movement behind me. From time to time, something brushed up against my legs. Because I was so concentrated on it, I hadn’t noticed a scanner running up and down.
“Hair and makeup,” that message caught my attention. I think that a wig was attached and a number of little airbrushes sprayed makeup on my face. “End of sequence. Doors open in 3, 2, 1…”
The doorsab opened and adjusting my eyes to the bright light took a second. Then I saw Lucy smiling like she was mad from happiness and exhaling in one breath how perfectly it worked out. She came to me and started to closely examine the results. Have you ever seen a cat-girl-maid? Well, I’ve seen girls promoting games in such outfits once. They didn’t look happy as so-called games-nerds were drooling when they just spotted a girl in such revealing clothes. I don’t really want to know what crossed their mind before they rushed on a girl who just wanted to gain some small money doing an “easy” job. In this moment, I felt as humiliated as such a girl. Lucy was touching me everywhere. It was good for me that the suit dulled sensations, but it was bad that it was still me inside.
The first thing that I noticed was fire red hairs falling from my head. Next was a black dress with small straps and big cleavage. It looked like it was made from some kind of shiny material. Later Lucy informed me that it was made of rubber strengthened with kevlar. It ended with a frill just below my knees. Further below, white stockings were visible with black high heels. There was one more thing. A freaking tail was swaying the whole time behind me. I don’t know how they programmed it, but when I grasped it, it would curl around my hand. Later, I discovered that it would move to the side when I sat.
When Lucy stopped shaming me, I asked how I would remove this get-up. She said that I don’t, as it is formfitting and the stockings are essentially white latex sprayed on my legs. It can only be melted away in the wardrobe and that the only removable part is the tail in order to give me enemas. I actually would be happy if it was the other way around…
“I think it’s time to prepare you for delivery,” the professor said.
Lucy took a glance at her wristwatch. “The transport will be here in two hours,” she said. “There is plenty of time for running a last diagnostic of systems before we put him in the crate.”
Put me in a crate? I was thinking that they would send a limousine for me if I’m supposed to play doll for a rich daughter of a billionaire. I decided to argue, big mistake.
“You can’t put me in a crate like someone’s property,” Chris protested.
“Who you are to tell us what we can and what we can’t do? Besides, we have a contract signed by you.” A big innocent, but not innocent, smile appeared on Lucy’s face.
“I haven’t signed anything!” the programmed tone of the voice didn’t let him sound even close to as angy as he was.
“We know that, but the signature is identical to your own. No more talking. It’s time to listen now. Remember that you are not supposed to talk if you are not asked first.” She pressed something on the remote and I froze in place.
Professor Williams started to have doubts about whether it was going to work out for them. He put up a lot of fight over being delivered in a crate. First we should have checked if he is claustrophobic. Well, now it’s too late for regrets. Lucy just immobilized him and took away his voice. A little speech about terms and we can put him to sleep, then place him in the prepared crate, fill it with polystyrene balls, and a few nails will finish this.
I can’t move. I don’t know why I’m not panicking. I must be getting used to it. Lucy is getting on my nerves. To think that she was so nice when I met her. What are those devilish little gears in her head spinning about my doom? The doc comes closer to me.
“As you know,” started the professor, “Your official papers state that your purpose for the following 5 months is to be a companion. That means you are supposed to obey your owner and we will enforce it if needed. Up to now, you were only controlled by using a mobile version of the remote. It still isn’t as powerful as the original one. You remember that your left eye is a camera? We will monitor your progress from this lab and interfere if needed. You think that we will let you speak your way out as soon as the crate will be opened in the mansion? That‘s not going to happen either. Before any sound is emitted, the synthesizer will send sound to us and we will decide if it can be emitted. After a while, there will be a whole database of your sentences. It will make checking them repeatedly unnecessary. In the beginning, the delays may irritate you, but it will make communication with you easier later and who knows…if you behave, you may even enjoy small chit-chats without interruptions.
Now, something more about your extended body. We could probably keep you inside this shell for a whole 5 months, but most of it is still in the experimental stage of development. Because of that, every month you will be shipped back for maintenance and checkups. If it is necessary, we will extract you from it until we solve the encountered problem. I think that is all. Lucy, do you want to add something?”
I tried to struggle as she came face to face with me.
“Yes, I do,” she said. “In your left arm, just above your wrist, is a special port designed to plug in IV and needles. We’ll use it now to make you sleep,” she said, pressing something on the remote and a hatch opened on my arm. She plugged the needle in. “See you in a month, sweetheart,” she said and emptied the syringe.
The world started to spin and I fell into a dreamless sleep.