was (a) cute little affair
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Did they like how soft they were? Did they like it when I would gently nibble on their nips before slipping my soft, pink tongue into their mouths? Did it feel good when I wrapped them around…
Holy Shit! Where the fuck had that train of thought come from? My mind had been the farthest place possible away from sex and now suddenly I was wondering if a guy liked my mouth on his…? Jesus was I actually some kind of a sex-craving slut? I didn’t have any real basis for comparison but I felt reasonably certain that most girls didn’t start having sexual fantasies while trying to figure out just who the hell they were. Then again, maybe they did. Since I couldn’t remember anyone I’d ever met, and any subsequent conversations about sex, maybe girls really did think about sex rather often. Lord knew it was the number one thing on their minds most of the time. Now how did I know that?
[Well, that was weird... Mental conditioning or something?]
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...other than get(ting) me seriously questioning just what kind of a girl I was.
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Turning from
[Double spaced...]
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Hmm... Book 1 ... of how many books, I wonder...
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thong
s panties
or just "thongs"? Unless you're trying to not get confused with the Austrailian, which has 'thongs' as 'filp-flops'.
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no(,) that’s
about
a two days
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Interesting email. ... I think its info is true...
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It’s hard to explain what I experienced in that next moment. The moment my fingers snapped I felt a very odd pulse of heat that ran from my chest, across my shoulder, down my arm, into my hand, and through my snapping fingers. It wasn’t at all painful, more like the gentle warming you get from standing in direct sunlight. I caught a brief blue/white flash out of the corner of my eye and then suddenly the kindling had burst into flames. Instantly I scrambled backwards away from the fire pit, my feet tangling up in my skirt and landing me squarely on my ass in the dirt. For several seconds I just stared at the fire as the kindling ate at the splits surrounding it before they too began to catch.
[Magic? Or Energizer? Or something? ... Hmm... The father isn't actually Dr. Pygamilion in disguise? Or someone using a similar technique to make a Faux-Energizer? Likely not...]
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just just
[Another duplication]
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“Hi Kitten,” he said with a smile, “Got everything for dinner. Oh hey, you got the fire going too. Great. How did you get it going without a lighter?”
[So, either he doesn't know, or he's faking that he doesn't know.]
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Westlake Industries Headquarters Complex, Pennsylvania
“What do you mean you can’t locate him?” Harold Westlake snapped angrily.
[Hmm... Westlake is likely the Founder or something of that likely eponymous company... And that 'him' is Kitten's dad...]
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The man he spoke to, a rather nondescript blond businessman, shrunk back at the man’s tone and tried very hard not to whimper. “I’m sorry sir, but by the time we knew what had happened he’d had already disappeared with all of his research, experiment data, and the project.”
“Fuck!” the formidable man in impeccable Armani yelled as he slammed his fist down on the large oak desk. “How in the hell did security not see two people just walk out of the complex?”
“Apparently,” another man, this one apparently unfazed by the CEO’s ire, said nearby, “It looks like Blake was able to override our security protocols and loop the camera footage for twenty minutes before the system reset.”
[Yeah, gonna stick to my bet. Perhaps the footage and stuff were made by Westlake Industries to fake a life for their experimental girl... And Blake (Kitten's 'father') was gonna be her father substitute-thing. He just took it a bit further or something.]
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mid(-)thirties
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“Because this virus is fundamentally alive,” the former hacker explained as though speaking to a child, “And has remnants of coding that no human could produce. It’s almost like whoever wrote this mixed computer coding and biological DNA and gene sequencing. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen and something only a devisor could come up with. If I hadn’t already known about it I wouldn’t have any clue what I was even looking at.”
[Interesting. A truly living computer virus...]
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blond man
[Well, 'blond' already means that it's a man. And sometimes you just say 'blond', without 'man'... So, are you gonna be consistent, or just switch at whim? Just wondering.]
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chairs(,) the
eyes(,) your
Surprise surprise(,) it
...
Luckily, I guess, he had seemed to notice something and crouched down by the fire. When he stood up he had a book of matches in his hand. “Oh, guess you found these with the plates huh?” he had said before going about the task of getting the food ready to cook.
The problem was, I distinctly remembered not having any matches when I brought out the plates. What’s more, I didn’t remember that book of them being there when I’d jumped back after the fire had started. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell Dad that I was starting to lose time and memories again when he started talking about the best way to go about cooking the hot dogs. After that I just kind of got lost in our conversation and figured I had just been lost in thought before and had grabbed the matches and lit the fire without realizing it.
[Yeah, betting Blake's covering up and stuff.]
...
Nodding I sat back and took a sip of my lemonade before starting. “So, these three guys went out drinking one Friday night, in New York City I think.” There was a slight flinching around Dad’s eyes but he nodded for me to continue.
[Hmm... I bet he knows the story, and is surprised, and possibly afraid, that she knows the story too?]
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gorgeous blond
[Okay. So you're not using blond vs. blonde for males and females seperation...]
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“I don’t think that’s an appropriate thing for a girl your age to be talking about,” he admonished in a quiet but clearly upset voice. “Where did you hear it?”
“I dunno,” I replied quietly and shrugged, not at all liking the anger I could hear creeping into his tone. “It just kind of popped into my head.”
“That’s not the kind of story that just pops into your head,” he insisted, standing up so he was towering over me with his hands curling into fists at his side. “Now tell me where you heard it,” he demanded in nearly a shout.
I cowered back under this sudden aggression that was coming from him. This was certainly a new side to my father and I certainly didn’t like it. In fact, it was really starting to scare me. If I didn’t know any better, and let’s face it I really didn’t, I would have sworn he was only moments away from actually striking me.
[Hmm... I bet he's the guy who tried to be the flirt in that story. ... Kitty's an esper or something, possibly...]
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Maybe it was that last ‘please’ that I was practically screaming at this point because he stopped. His eyes widened and he looked like someone who had just woken from a bad dream. Shaking his head he pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes and muttered, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Kitten.” When his hands lowered his eyes were once again those warm, gentle pools of chocolate brown and that loving smile had returned to his lips. “I know it’s not your fault you knew that story. Lord only knows where you might have heard it before. But you’re only fourteen and fourteen-year-old girls shouldn’t be talking about guys getting drunk in bars and hitting on drag queens. That’s what I was upset about, that’s all,” he assured me and I didn’t believe it for a second.
[Yeah... Blake doesn't strike me as good as I thought in the beginning...]
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“I think I’m going to head in,” I told him as I inched along the picnic bench away from him until I could get to my feet and have the table in between us. “I’m feeling kind of tired, what with everything that’s happened today,” I explained lamely.
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two(,) Kitty
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After twenty minutes I sat back in the chair and blew some hair out of my eyes with a puff of frustration. Despite my best efforts I couldn’t locate one single article about the car crash. While I neglected to ask before about where it had happened, the name Kitty Sinclair was uncommon enough that using my name as an anchor-point for the search should have yielded something.
[Lies are being found.]
...
facebook -> Facebook
...
[WiseCrack might have been hired by Blake, but now is regretting what he/she did?]
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Against my will, I swear, I found myself imagining I was in some kind of house curled up on the couch reading a book on an e-reader. It was a nice little fluffy romance novel and I was thoroughly enjoying the steamy scenes between the male and female leads that always seemed to butt heads. I was just getting to the point where the pair were about to give in to their lust when a hand suddenly clamped over my mouth. I tried to scream but that meaty paw kept the sound trapped in my throat as I was thrown to my stomach on the floor and my e-reader skittered away. A second pair of hands yanked my arms behind my back and I felt plastic zip ties quickly pin my wrists together. As I struggled to break free the hand covering my mouth disappeared, but before I could scream for help a large, thick ball replaced it, wedging itself deeply within my mouth behind my teeth and filling it completely. I tried to scream through it but the only sounds I could make were quiet mewlings and moans.
[Hmm... Kitten was an attempt at pre-made biotech sexbot things? ... Name of Kitten is 'cause it's sort of a petname / sexual? And also Kitten Sinclair? "a shocking amount of bondage porn attached to a woman that shared my last name (shudder)." ... Last name was chosen to reference that?]
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Somewhere, in the dark
The only light came from the tablet’s screen as the figure in the shadows watched the girl going through her evening abdulations. There was a slight curl to his lips as he watched her first undress and then examine her naked beauty within the mirror. It was done with such innocent inquisitiveness that it only served to heighten the sexual allure of such actions.
[Hmm... Is that 'dad'? WiseCrack? Or someone else that we've heard of? Or an unknown someone?]
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Taking a sip from the coffee at his elbow, he picked up a second tablet and used the biometric scanner to unlock it. From there he opened up a data file and made several notations such as: on schedule, levels at acceptable strength, and so on. Once the file was complete he opened a file folder containing a mixture of audio, video, photographic, and text files.
Starting with the text files he compared the data inscribed there with his own recent observations and nodded with approval that everything appeared to be progressing as all of the models had projected. There was a slight deviation in some of the cognitive areas but all were in normal parameters. Looking at the predicted gene and DNA sequencing images, he overlaid the most recent sample that had been collected and frowned when he saw there was a very pronounced difference between the computer model and the collected sample. That was unexpected according to everything his associate had told him and, unfortunately, it was beyond his own considerable knowledge just what the result of such a deviation could mean.
[Hmm... Mutation... And this is really likely to be the 'dad'...]
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Project Kajira
[
Wikipedia - Kajira:
Kajira is the term for female slave or "slave-girl" in John Norman's Gor novels.
Okay, so bio sexbot seems to be right.]
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languishly -> languidly ?
OR ?
stretched languishly -> stretched and languished ?
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I had been just about to touch my face when I froze and stared in shock. Both of my hands were glowing with a blue/white light that encompassed them from wrist to fingertip. The glow seemed to gently pulse with every beat of my heart and almost seemed to fit around my hands as though they were skin tight gloves. Slowly rotating my hands I saw the glow surrounded them completely.
[Hmm... Energizer? Or something else?]
...
like...well...kindling -> like... well... kindling
[Not spacing after ellipses makes programs treat the whole sequence as one word, making word-wrap and stuff be weird.]
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As I drew closer I could see a faint orange line just at the seam of the panel accent of the door. With each step the line became more defined and I realized it wasn’t one line but two, very close together, both curved and joining together at the top and bottom. What’s more, both lines had fading but distinct orange glows to them as well as rapidly vanishing tendrils of smoke. I wasn’t an expert or anything but it sure looked to me like someone had stabbed a knife into the door...a knife that had been on fire...and was so hot that it not only plunged into the door but left the edges smoldering briefly.
[Strange. Is that related to the hidden cameras of the night watching scene?]
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swiss -> Swiss
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With a giggle at that last thought, I should really be calling him Daddy more, he likes hearing it so much, I practically pranced into the bathroom. As I peeled off my nightie I caught sight of something in the mirror that made me frown in confusion. Hadn’t I been wearing panties last night when I went to bed? Oh well, I thought with a shrug as I started the shower, Maybe I just forgot about taking them off. I always like sleeping naked under my nightie anyway.
[Hmm... Is that part of the sexual programming or something?]
...
Awwww, he was worried about me, that was so sweet. Daddy was always thinking about my happiness first. It was one of the reasons I loved him so much. Well, that and there was no doubt he was one of the handsomest men I ever met. It’s always a plus when your Daddy is so handsome.
[And that's sexual familiarity programming, I bet.]
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I could feel his breath shudder through his lungs as I crushed my breasts against his back and pressed my hips snugly to his. “You love me and that’s what matters more than anything. I know you’ll take care of me.”
[Yep. Sexual mental programming.]
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Yes I loved my father but were the emotions I was starting to experience proper and appropriate for his daughter?
[And she's noticing now...]
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“Yes, everything is moving smoothly. No, it looks like the subject is suffering no ill effects of the transfer.” Odd, I’d never heard Daddy talk so professionally before. He almost sounded like a different person. “I would say dopamine amounts are close to reaching acceptable levels and the bonding process is progressing smoothly. No, I would wager around three to four weeks at the most. Yes,” he said, and I could almost detect a smile in his voice, “I was anticipating trying that to accelerate the progress. I’ve already seen examples of increased libido activity just this morning. Yes I agree, she’ll make an excellent sample product. I’m going to run the numbers now and get back to you when I’ve finished.”
[Well, that's not good...]
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That last through brought me to a skidding halt. How to best make Daddy happy? Where the hell had that thought come from? For that matter, why had I started calling him Daddy? A few minutes ago it had felt so natural to do so but now that I was thinking about it, it didn’t feel right.
[Yeah. I picked up on that... It seemed like 'daddy' was new.]
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It was almost as though I had fallen into some kind of patterned behavior that was dynamically different from what it had been the previous day.
[Ah.]
...
Stress-activated powers or something?
weighless -> weightless
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“Holy shit!” I said quietly as I looked over the knife I now held while it lazily pulsed with the blue/white energy. Was this what I had done in the bedroom this morning? Had I created this knife and thrown it through the wall without realizing it? Of course, the evidence in my hand at that moment made the question kind of silly and obvious. Of course I had, it had just happened so fast and I hadn’t been looking at it. Did that mean…?
[Oh. So that was actually a orange fire that she saw, instead of a gap in the panelling for the hidden camera system.]
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score more through -> score through
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Power testing! Yay~!
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it probably would have simply (what?) the flesh and bone of my hand in an instant.
could injury -> could injure
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And maybe that person he was talking to on the phone was just collaborating on a project that involved biological and technical data. Of course, that was probably it. Silly me. I should have known better than to question Daddy’s work. He was so smart after all and who was I to be questioning things that happen with his business.
[And 'daddy' returns... Chemical bonding, like Bioshock Big Daddy pairbonds or general pairbonds...]
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Project Mantis.
[Like Preying Mantis? Whose reproductive strategy is BlackWidow ?]
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Gear ... WiseCrack ... Wiseman
[Oh, so the recovery man for Westlake is WiseCrack... Interesting. And Wiseman connects to WiseCrack, like how DeerCross is derived from Hartford. I wonder if we'll be seeing Gear later...]
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There was only one really piece -> There was really only one piece ?
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