Another script idea for Alex's first video

[eyebore]

Paris smiles as she passes the tech geeks in the hall deliberately putting a little extra sway in her hips, distracting the team leader mark to the point of causing him to trip over his own feet. “Careful Boys” she replies in a flirtatious voice as she continues down the hallway and turns the corner. She is wearing a stylish suit jacket and short skirt, with a blouse cut just low enough to keep the tech geeks bumping into stuff all day. She had come from the Temployment agency, an outfit that specialized in providing temporary employees to Government Contractors, and was halfway through her third day when the order came. The buyer was getting impatient and there was no time for finesse with this assignment, get in and get out was the plan for the day.

Paris looks left then right, making certain the hall way is clear. She then applies pressure to the door handle, until she hears the locking mechanism snap. There is no alarm, but she has to hurry before the staff returns from lunch. She goes strait to the server terminal, and quickly disconnects the chord leading to the keyboard. Then with her right hand she takes the end of the chord and searches for a port hidden between the same cleavage that had cost Mark his dignity only moments before. With her left hand resting across her chest like a dyslexic reciting the pledge of allegiance, her right hand finds its mark and her body jolts to attention as she inserts the chord the rest of the way in. Her arms drop to her side, her feet spread apart and her body stiffens. Her mind is clearly elsewhere as she stares of into space. She suddenly begins to speak in a monotone voice: “Locate Folder Synergy Technologies” “Searching, Folder not Found” then accessing her own hard drive she recalls that when cost ran over the geeks jokingly said “That’s right boys, send the check toooo. Syntech.” Again she begins to speak: “Locate Folder SynTech” “Searching, Folder, Folder Found” Open Folder: Username Mark Campbell, Password, Skywalker.” While Mark and the other Geeks had been staring at her ass and chest for past two days, Paris day been staring as there pass codes. Now in the same monotone voice she says “Initiating download” With a slight jerk her chest seems to push out slightly as her ass pushes back. Her unblinking eyes begin to dart side to side, like a metronome, as a whirring and grinding noise emanates from her hard drive. The sound comes to a halt and her eyes are still and unfocused once again. She States “Download Complete” and then with several jerky movements raises her right arm to her chest and yanks out the chord. Again she reacts as if a slight jolt of electricity has rushed through here body and her eyes widen and mouth opens for a moment, before she returns to her old self. She stuffs the chord into her pocket and turns around, just as someone enters the room.

It is an attractive blond wearing a dark suit and blouse, that isn’t likely to improve the tech geeks coordination either. Paris recognizes the woman as Stacey, the HR director and the person who interviewed her for the position. Stacy Inquires” Hey Paris what are doing in here?” Paris responds “Oh sorry I think I got turned around. Could you tell me where the mail room is? Still trying to find my way around.” Well I can tell you its not in here, this a restricted zone, reserved for those with level 5 security clearances” Stacy looks down at the mangled door handle just as Paris replies “Oops my bad, I won’t keep you, besides I need check on that mail.” As Paris tries to pass, Stacy seizes her arm and ask “You mind explaining this.” Paris looks down at the handle and feigns surprise, “oh my! How did that happen?” Stacy ask “You don’t know” Paris responds “Oh no, I was looking for the mail room when I, when I, I Oh my, Oh my, Oh my! Paris’s head begins to twitch to one side and her posture stiffens as she continued her odd rant. “How did that happen?, did that happen. I was looking for the mail, for the mail. Hi Stacy! How are you. I, I ,I I’m not feeling very well. I, I should go. “Sorry darling that’s not going to happen. You see I’ve been on to you since the interview. Your not first robot to come through my office” I , I don’t know what your talking about, I’m I’m I’m not a robot. Paris staggered stiffly backward and continued her unconvincing denial “That’s just silly, just silly, I’m not a robot, a robot. I should go now. I’m not feeling very well. Not feeling very well. Stacy gloats “I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for you sweetie, I suspected you for a spy from the get go, so I left a little surprise for you in those files that you just downloaded.” Paris continues her Lie “Oh, I didn’t download any files, I didn’t download any files. I was just looking for the mail, the mail,. Stacy gleefully states “Well that’s a good thing then, because I planted a little computer virus in the Syntech Folder. I sure am glad you didn’t download those files, who knows what could of happened?” Paris clarifies “A virus?” and as her head cocks to one side she says”Initiate Virus Scan, Scanning complete, Warning Hostile program detected, Isolating program, program Isolated. Repair corrupted files, Fixing, Fixing, Files Repaired.”

Thats not possible, that virus is unstoppable, Just then Paris turns her back to Stacy as she reaches into her pocket and connects the chord to her chest. Stacy Frustrated by her failed attempt to destroy the Spy, grabs her from behind, and begins to squeeze with incredible force. It is as Paris suspected, she is strong, too strong, there is no way she can be human. As the pressure increases, Paris’s body begins to twitch, and a high pitch whirring sounds begin to emit from her chest. In desperation she throws her head back, stunning Stacy with a blow to her face. She then spins around Positioning herself behind Stacy as she uses he left arm to hold her in a chokehold. As Stacy flails her arms in desperation, Paris reaches under her right arm and pushes the chord into the blond’s cleavage. Stacy’s flailing stops abruptly, as her body jerks to a complete stop leaving her out-reached arms stiffly frozen and her posture greatly stiffened. Her arms then fall to her side, swaying back and forth from the momentum, aside her rigid body. She cries “what are you doing to me? “ With a smirk Paris replies gently into her ear “I’m afraid I just can’t accept this gift so I’m going to return it” Paris walks around to face Stacy and announces in a monotone voice, “Initiate upload.” Stacy Cries “No” As her body jerks and tenses up as if it has just been hit with a jolt of electricity. Her eye’s widen into a blank stare, and her lips part as if she is trying to speak. Suddenly a clicking and whirring sound can be heard from within her chest as her unblinking eyes dart side to side. She begins now to twitch violently, and recites a long list of error messages running through her processors. “Error, Error, Hostile program detected, Data is corrupt, unable to process data, temperature exceeding design parameters, Warning temperature reaching critical levels, reaching critical levels, critical levels, error error” Paris is enjoying her revenge when, sparks fly from Stacy’s chest followed by a electricall surge that passes through the chord connecting the girls and cuasing both to spasm uncontrollably. Paris is able to yank loose the cable, but it is too late, a shower of sparks explode from her chest. She begins to stiffly stumble around the room, now spouting her own gibberish “Malfunction, Malfunction power surge damaged CPU, surge, surge, dam dam damaged, for the mail room, the mail Oh my, Oh my, Error System failure eminent, must transmit data, must transmit, transmit, Paris falls to her knees then stiffly topples onto her side as smoke escapes her mouth. Stacy simply remains rigidly standing with her feet wide apart and arms stiffly bent at her sides, while her head twitches to the left. Her eyes stare off into nothingness as her circuits fry sizzling like bacon, with occasion load pop and a high pitch whir slowly coming to a stop.

Mark eager to complete his work, so that he can get home in time to see Stargate, is first back to the office. He walks into the Server Bay to see Stacy from Hr standing with her back to him. Oh hi Ms. Willson, what brings you to our neck of the woods. No response. “Ok, well uhm, I’m just going to get back to” Just then he notices Paris on the floor and he blows by Stacy to come to the aid of the unresponsive fembot. He looks back up toward Stacy and ask her “what happened?” She is equally unresponsive, just then he hears several loud pops come from Stacy’s chest as her head begins to twitch repeatedly. He now comes to her aid only to hear her say “Viruuuuus” before toppling forward. He catches her and carefully lays the stiff girl on the ground, as her head twitching comes to a stop.




Ok I ran out steam I was thinking that Mark could take the girls back to his place maybe fully restore the Paris robot and Leave Stacy as more of a robotic maid.

The Temployment Agency, turns out to be a cover for a shady arms dealer that uses android agents to do her dirty work. She herself turns out to be an android that turned on her creator and now runs the whole shebang.

The Military Contractor that Stacy works for has been infiltrated, by another organization with similar aspirations and the vise president is behind it all. He is gradually replacing all of the secretaries with android duplicates, to seduce the tech geeks and steal their secrets. Can Paris help Mark save his geek friends and can Mark convince his friends they need saving.

I was thinking the VP could have a secretary that was a very obvious bimbobot, I’m thinking something along the lines of fection’s stuff. She wears a tight low-cut sweater and tight skirt and replies to every command with “yes Mr. Çonner” Maybe there is even a scene in which they are making out and he pushes her over on his desk, spilling a cup of coffee, they continue to kiss until the fluid hits her open back panel, and she goes haywire” No nudity is require, just pg or rated, depending on what everybody is comfortable with.

If anyone is interested please feel free to rewrite revise or continue/finish this story/script idea

Please work on your own script ideas as well, I want to have as many people as possible to have there own personal taste addressed.

[dean86]

Eyebore,

I don't usually have the time or energy to read many of the stories posted on FC, but when I started reading your story I couldn't stop. I loved the premise and the malfunction scenes in particular were beautifully written.

You're idea of the secretaries being replaced by robot duplicates is very intriguing and the VP having a Candy-type assistant is also cool.

A humourous scene could come after the nerds have been convinced that the secretaries are evil fembots. The nerds could fight back and overload them with geeky brain-teaser questions. On a personal level, being a fan of female feet, I would kill for a fembot's high heels to shoot off during a malfunction scene and smoke pour off her feet. Killing two fetishes with one stone is always nice, lol.

Keep up the good work, dude. Cheers.

[eyebore]

Hey Dean, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I think your idea of having the geeks use brainteasers to overload the fembot's processors, could be fun to explore.

I think there are a few other members that are also fans of feet. I don't know much about it, or what would be the best way to incorporate into an asfr video. You guys might want to get together and bounce some ideas off one another, and then pitch them to the group. I recall seeing a site on clip4sale that has mixed foot fantasies with mind-control / sleep and robot themes. You probably already know about it , here is the link just in case: ttp://www.clips4sale.com/studio/3680