A project, or taken in as a mistake? Nothing left for the imagination, just a hollow shell with the face of innocence. Taken into the ownership of the humanity’s form of perversion, this is it’s one mistake. A project of the human mind, the invention gone wrong. Once a young man, an inventor in his own mind taking in technology and selling it off. Not as a cold prostitute, but a tender cortisone. Metal was her sheath to the outside world, her eyes as lifeless as her movements and stiff words. She seemed to be the perfect human, and the worst persocom. Persocoms are as they are said, perso-coms. Personal computers that share the same attributes as humans, living amongst them as living creatures. Humans have no limitation of what they can do with there minds, now, if only their hands would follow in the same pathway to life. A lifeless girl trapped in a world where her emotions don’t exist and are a fragment of her hard drive and soft ware. A man who treated her like a worthless whore found on the richest of gothic streets.
Our victim, the lovely computerized Mimiko, her created soul giving her the urge to move. To get away. She could not feel, she could not cry, she could not laugh. She did nothing of the sort. As other persocoms laughed with their owners, the people that they were invisibly chained to until they passed on, Mimiko did not. She was quiet, and had manners of the Queen of England herself. Her eyes, were blank, no pupil visible in the light brown eyes of creation. Her voice, ringing like a cold hearted woman through the air it pierced. Her skin, ivory as it was still cold and much like the skin of a dead corpse. Her hair, the most extravagant part of her. Light blonde locks reaching far down to almost trail along the ground she walked on. Only wore white after that fateful day. The day she was free. There was no future for her without her creator, nothing at all pointing her into the right direction and steering her away from the wrong. There was no life to her, just the then, and now. Along her head, where human ears would be, resides a cold, metal, curvy type of ear. Along it was a simple white top and a pink bottom. All of this where her wires and connections would hide with just the simple press of a button.
Her master liked her, too must to say though. He saw her as a piece of metal and not the human she had came to pursue. Her treated her as if master and pet, always petting her in a animal like manner if she acted in the way he please, and giving her something in return to see her do what he asked for. Simple tasks he required from her, running errands and doing house work for him. That gave her a new outfit once and a while, but there was always a catch. He liked her to a point, that watching her wash his clothes and sweep the floors wasn’t enough of a trade to him. He gave her the new clothes, dresses only maids and waitresses would wear. But he would always tell her. “Master would like it better if you changed in this room.” He repeated to her, always leading her into a white room. Where there was no windows and one single door. There, she would change in peace. She knew her creator better, seeing that her own technology was working against her. Cameras along the ceilings and floors, skillfully hidden by the human eye. But not to her false eyes, accusing nothing but humans for perverted acts. She was connected to the internet. She had seen the things her creator had uploaded onto a site that he had created. Her changing, bathing, and sleeping. She knew her master was a bad man, but she usually kept herself quiet as angering him was not required.
Until that one fateful day that Mimiko had been led again into that same white room, her creator handing her a white revealing night gown. The dress was short enough to be a shirt, leaving her to wear a white bra and panties that he had picked out especially for her as she changed. She sat down like she would do on every day bases, the chair a old wooden one that would hurt any human who sat on it. He had opened her ‘ears’ to take out her wires and hooking it up to numerous computers near by. “This will be the last time you see this room.” He said, reassuringly stroking her head as he plugged in a couple wires into her. Now, a couple dozen of wires on each side of her separated her and the computers. He smiled to her, that usual, kind and warming smile. The cameras that were once hidden now were more visible and closer to her presence. She nodded to her creator and her lips parted. “What.. Am I capable of?” She asked, her eyes drawing up to him as he began to type something onto the computers. “So much.” He said, his eyes still planted on the monitor.
He pulled himself away from the computer and walked towards her, smiling that same smile. “Please tell me..” She whimpered, but her voice still strong and mechanical. He shook his head and reached his hand down to her crotch area, then almost giving her a smirk type of smile. “I’m afraid not.” He said, than pressing her ‘on’ button in the one place where a human woman would consider the situation rape. After that, her eyes widened as her hues went blank. She turned off, and nothing was seen but a bright light shining through the windows of his apartment.
She turned on, awake in the mitts of a tattered white room where she used to once change. She was no longer wearing the white lingerie her creator had giving her, but a steel blue one piece suit. Her wires were suspending her about ten feet into the air, her body into a curled up position as she hung in the air. Her eyes slowly opened as she could feel her hard drive recovering itself. Her eyes drew down to the floor, seeing her creator on the ground. He was not breathing, and his skin was tainted a dim ivory shade compared to his normal peach complexion. He was dead. A smirk came upon her wicked face, her lips parting for final words. “Your perversion has had it’s limit, Master.” She said, her voice cold and bone chilling as it echoed through the nearly empty room. She let out a soft yet low chuckle, then blinking her eyes slowly as she looked towards the door. “The power inside me.. Was my only flaw, Master.” She told the dead corpse. “Mimiko could never forgive Master for what he has done.” She added, then closing her eyes slowly. “My creator.” She whispered.
