Pr. Jenkins 12,567th Invention - Part 4: Imprint

[The Liar]

Pr. Jenkins 12,567th Invention - Part 4: Imprint

As Bug continued to drone on about her construction and programming, going on about conscious and unconscious domains. Gerald didn’t understand any of it nor did he try to, the presence of her naked body so close to him was highly distracting. Instead he closed his eye’s and imagined that Bug’s body wasn’t that of an attractive female but more like Robby’s from forbidden planet, and began repeating in his mind ‘it’s only a machine, it’s only a machine’

This combined with Bugs droning of, schematic’s and code, began to have the desired effect and he started to calm down, clear his head and regain his composure. At least until Bug got to a certain part in her self-description.

“- the excreted water then acts to cool off my systems. My body has been equipped with sexual intercourse capabilities.” With this one phrase the Robby in Gerald’s mind morphed back into Bug. “ I have limited data on this function. Father said he wanted to work on a standard units programming first. Though I have been programmed with the necessary drivers for the hardware and physical responses, I have yet to receive any skill programming relative to technique or procedures.”

Gerald opened his eye’s at this point, keeping them closed wasn’t working anymore.

“Yah, um, you see, um,-“ Gerald tried to interrupt Bug, but the robot ignored him.

“It is very annoying having a function I do not know how to perform.” As Bug said this her face got an confused, and irritated look. “My dictionary programming gives me a rough concept of the procedure, it involves inserting a males erect penis, into my vagina unit, and pistoning up and down, over and over again, unt-“

“Look how about I tell you about myself now?!” Gerald managed to interrupt, not desiring for this train of thought to continue, and trying to expel the newly formed images in his head.

“Why that would be lovely Mr. Williams!” Bug responded happily, “I am so curious about you!”

Gerald’s eye’s darted about the room trying not to look straight at Bug. ‘Why the hell does the Professor have to go with the chrome motif!’ Gerald thought to himself seeing only reflective surfaces every ware.

“Mr. Williams you said you were going to going to tell me about yourself. Why are you not telling me about yourself?” Bug asked after a moment’s pause.

“I’m, I’m just trying to think of where to begin heh, heh, um…” Gerald replied weakly.

“Understood.” was Bug’s response.

“Um, let’s see,” Gerald began, “ I’m studying to be an anthropologist , I live in apartment by J.U., um, my fathers name is George, my mothers name is-“ and so Gerald continued to harp of every little thing he could think of till he couldn’t think of anything else to say, all the while screaming at the back of his head ‘Where’s the damn Professor?! Shouldn’t he be back by now!?’

“- and that’s how I got accepted to J.U., and, um ,um ,um, um, um, um, um, that’s it.”

“Wow!” Bug said with what seemed to be genuine interest,” You seem like a nice, and an interesting person Mr. Williams.”

Gerald had been called nice many times in his life, usually when being turned down for a date, but this was then first time anyone had called him interesting. He would have blushed if his face wasn’t already beat red.

“Um, ah, thanks!” was Gerald’s replied.

Then with out missing a beat Bug asked “Will you be my master?”

“What?!” Gerald responded surprised.

“Will you be my master?” Bug asked again, almost in the same way you would ask someone to pass the salt.

“What?!” Gerald replied again.

“Will you be my master?” Bug asked again.

“W-what do you mean, me be your master!?” Gerald responded confused.

“I am asking you,” Bug replied, quite normally, “to enter into a relation, in which I become your property, and you become my owner. In which I will seek to please you and will obey your every command. Well almost every command, I won’t do anything illegal or do anything to hurt someone, such things are bad, but I am curtain you would not ask me to. Will you be my master?”

“I mean isn’t Professor Jenkins your master!?” Asked Gerald, still confused. How is one supposed to respond to something like this?

“Father is designated technician, and Father.” Bug explained, “Bug does not yet have a master. Bug wants a master. Will you be my master?”

“Um, look I’d love to, but-“ Gerald really should have chosen his word a little more carefully, because before he finished what he was going to say Bugs eye’s went blank.

“OWNERSHIP HAS BEEN ACCEAPTED,” Bug cut Gerald off, and for the first time since he met her, Bug spoke in a monotone voice.

“What?!” Gerald shouted Panicked, “NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!`I said but! BUT!”

“BEGIN IMPRINTING,” Bug continued in the same monotone voice, oblivious to what Gerald was saying.

“Stop! stop! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP!” Gerald continued to no avail.

“IMPRINT COMPLETE. UNIT M.A.I.D.S. — P01 PERSONAL DESIGNATION ‘BUG’ DESIGNATED MASTER IS NOW GERALD WILLIAMS.”

Bug’s eye’s refocused. She stepped back and looked a Gerald with adoration.

“Master!” Bug got on her knee’s and bowed before him, “From this moment on I exist only to serve you!”

Depending on the individual, a person could respond different way’s to something like this.

Gerald response consisted putting his hand over his face and thinking to himself ‘The professor is SOOO going to kill ME!!!’

To Be Continued …