Mermaid Examination (Unofficial Prologue)

[Muzzleruffels]

Hey guys! Although I've been on the site for a few years now, this is my first time as a member. So, I decided to post a story I wrote (and rewrote) some time ago and posted on DA.

Hope you like it.

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Mermaid Examination-by Muzzleruffels

The water was calm, clear, and unusually warm this evening. Rays of light shined through the transparent skin of the surface, penetrating it to dance on the blank and expressionless features of the sandy floor many feet below. At the bottom, an abundance of bright and colorful coral decorated the otherwise vacant ocean plain, for there was not a sign of life to be found anywhere. There were no fish, nor krill, or any other form of aquatic life around;no, it was just the mermaid.

She floated mere inches above the coral, her graceful, silvery-blue tail swaying gently, back and forth in a soothing motion. Her long, blue hair flowed through the sea without restraint, a thing that wouldn’t be too bad, if only she didn’t have to constantly brush it behind her fin-like ears to see ahead. Her eyes, a gentle blue in hue, gazed around upon a face both young in sculpt, and mature in tone. A primitive bra, consisting of seaweed rope and pink sea shells, covered her fully-developed bosoms. The same materials, only consisting of more seaweed and larger shells, covered her waist; for despite the nature of her being, she was just as womanly there as any other human female would be.
She scanned her surroundings carefully in the hopes of finding something, an instinct that, lying without focus at the sandy bed of her own subconscious, she had repeated countless times before. Her course of thought was soon postponed, for what she sought all along was now within her gaze, just beyond the surface of the water. A figure appeared, and no sooner had it done so, shattered the skin of the surface, and made its’ way towards the mermaid-girl. A man, immersed in a sleek and geared diving-suit, focused its’ reflective-goggled gaze at the beautiful mermaid. She looked at the oncoming diver, and without a hint of fear or dread, she smiled warmly at him.

When he finally got to her, he took the opportunity to suck in oxygen from his mouth piece, an action that caused the girl a few feet in front of him to cock her head with curiosity. Now finished, the man took out a clipboard and pen and began to take down notes. The mermaid put a hand to her own chin, her face blushed red as the stranger (but somehow not a stranger) looked over her figure with near-intensity. The diver rolled his right-wrist around, beckoning her to spin around for him. She did so with joy, her blue-hair and seaweed skirt swirling around with her, all the while the man continued to dance his pen upon the surface of his clipboard.

As she stopped her spinning and re-adjusted her hair, for it had covered her face to continue the dance on its’ own, she looked with intrigue at the man who, for some reason was now getting closer to her. And before she even knew it, his face was only mere inches away from hers. Putting his notes away, he proceeded to gaze into the bluish eyes of the half-woman in front of him, who waited almost without breath for his next course of action. The wait was soon over, for without warning, he gently reached his left arm around her waist, and slowly pulled her towards him.

She was stunned, for they were so close that her breasts squeezed tightly to his chest, and close enough that she could see past the reflective glare of the goggles, and see a pair of calm and unthreatening brown eyes looking back at her. Her tension had eased now, for she now felt warm and soft in the kind embrace of the man, the young and kind man. As he gave his free hand to brush her hair behind her left ear, she tilted her head to his touch, and gave him a welcoming and loving smile. She felt him poke at a spot behind her ear, and just like that, all of her life and energy seemed to drain instantly. She looked at the man one last time; his expression not leaving nor changing, before her sight and mind fell into darkness.

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The man, breached the surface and, with mermaid in tow, made his swim towards the edge of the water tank. He took the mermaid off his shoulders, and gently set her limp form onto the white-tiled floor of the water-testing lab. He climbed the metal ladder out of the tank, and as he removed and set aside his diving gear, he took a long breath of fresh air. He looked back on his clipboard, and after checking if everything was in order, he went over to check on the mermaid.

He kneeled down for a better look at the girl, her blank eyes gazing without life at the white-glow of the ceiling lights. He took his right thumb, pressed it lightly into her belly button, and gave it a third clockwise twist. The mermaid wouldn’t complain of this action, nor the action of the man pressing his palms at the sides of her tail, until a metallic click was heard. Seeing the thin, near-invisible seam going along the mermaids’ tail, he pressed down with one hand onto the tail-fin, while the other grabbed onto the silvery-blue scales above it. He peeled the scale-covered skin upwards, now revealing the inner-mechanics of the liquid-hydraulic tail. He looked inside, and after a couple of minutes of careful examination, he came to the conclusion that no water had leaked past the skin, and that all wires and systems were fully accounted for. He went for his clipboard and wrote down the following:
“Water-Seal Test #16 on Exotiq Andronics Model Mermaid-C, Version 4 complete. No signs of liquid entry/interference in M.-C V.4 tail, w/ LH fully functional in submerged environments.”
With that done, he patched the mermaid back in one piece, stored away his diving gear, and set the girls’ limp form onto a carrying cart before rolling her away into storage.

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Interesting history to this story actually.
It was the first of a little mini-series I wrote on a different site a few years ago, yet because the basis of my story was different from the site it was on, it never really caught on with the crowd there; at least, as much as I hoped.

This was supposed to be the first of a collection of stories revolving around an amusement resort world populated by robots modeled after various fantasy and mythological beings. Think Westworld with the populace of a fantasy RPG. Due to some complications at the time, I had little time to directly work on the stories, and with the help of a fellow writer, the story was able to be both refined and continued...........for some time.
The writer had some of his own matters to deal with, and as consequence, he too, was unable to continue work on the stories.And for years, it just sat.

Now that I'm back into writing, I plan on reviving the series again, only this time on a site far more suited to the themes and genre.

If there are any comments, I will be glad to hear them; the feedback is greatly welcomed. More will be shown in the future everyone.

[Spaz]

Welcome to the site...officially!

This was a very well written intro. I don't think there have been any stories with your type of fembots in them, but that should make yours all the more appealing.

I look forward to the rest of this.

[--NightBattery--]

indeed.
well, darkrexx sometimes writes about vampire robots and armies of giant fembots.

[Stephaniebot]

Now, if he'd checked that the human mind download/replication had worked, that would have gone nuclear for me. Still very good, all the same

[RoxxyRobofox]

Nice start, and looking forward to seeing exactly what kind of unique beings you write about next!

[Moxon]

I love everything about this, more please.

[Trace Venom]

I'm not entirely sure what it was about it, but I really, really dug this.

[DollSpace]

I'm not entirely sure what it was about it, but I really, really dug this.

I feel the same way, definitely

[Muzzleruffels]

Thank you all for the welcomes.
I'm very grateful for being a member of this site now, and I'm glad to see how many people like the story so far.

In the following weeks, I'll be working on something brand new to share with everyone, but until then, here's another story I originally posted on my DA.

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Controlled Environment Prologue
by
Muzzleruffels


In an expanse of perpetual darkness, with not a sound to be heard or a breeze to be felt, the numbers 0629 glared in a bright, crimson hue. Then, as if purposeful in disrupting a seemingly endless peace, the numbers shifted, now reading the time of 0630. As if weakened by such a disturbance, the darkness groaned like an engine buried within a cavern, and found itself pierced by the brightness of the lights overhead.

Following in tune with the lights and machinery, the air vents exhaled their long held breath; giving the room it laid service to its first moments of fresh air since eight hours prior. It took its time filling up the ceiling area first, but eventually the cool yet carefully maintained oxygen traveled thirty feet downwards where the lab lay ready and awaiting.

Circuit by circuit, one by one, the current of power traveled between every device and every electric-fueled piece of equipment, which upon awakening began the cycle of work they felt tradition to. From the bio-mechanic scanners mounted to the tables, to the large flatscreen bolted to the cement wall, every piece of technology in the room arose to begin their usual day of work; but all of these things would become unused, unless Kim had yet to use them.

Kim was here, in a way, but she still had yet to arrive. She was here, her young and delicate figure seated in the labs’ sole rolling chair, and slumped over the white, vacant table adjacent from the flatscreen; yet, she still had yet to arrive. Her head rested ear-to-table, her blue-hued eyes wide awake and focusing with emptiness at the nearby wall; yet, she still had yet to arrive.

Kim, however, was well on her way. As soon as the time had shifted to 0630, her consciousness had left the storage-bank she dwelled in, and now was in the midst of traveling through the massive maze of wires, cables, and the electric-streams in which they all connected to. Actually, being familiar with the schedule she was on, Kim had anticipated her departure before the time had even shifted; she was now in the habit of this. Indeed, she was well on her way.

On her way in the stream, she felt relieved to break free from the boredom and loneliness the storage-bank now offered to her. It was hard making friends in the storage-bank, not just for the fact that it was a military-based artificial-intelligence bank populated by nearly every AI present at the outpost, but because a major factor of those AIs were low-grades who could barely function beyond their pre-determined tasks. Honestly, it was hard being a Mark V in a box of Mark IIs and IIIs.

Fortunately she wasn’t the only Mark V in the entire outpost; there was also Aura and Redford, but even those two were becoming harder to reach with the passing times.

She had frequent chats with Aura, whose job was to partake in hand-to-hand combat training rounds with both human and synthetic troops alike, a task that had gained her a good amount of respect amongst both parties. This had led her into a budding relationship with one of the human cadets, and as a consequence, this resulted in her presence at the bank to become less and less frequent; the fact that she was entirely absent at the outposts designated nighttime was a clear ringer to Kim on what her whereabouts were.

Redford, named so after his Armour ID code “Red Squad Designation 04-D”, had the crucial task of heavy security and frequent facility patrols. Usually he was assigned to the dayshift, but after the outpost had lost one of their hev-sec mechs in a field check, Redford was now altered to the nightshift to cover for a lack of security. Both Kim and Aura thought of him as a cute and actually quite charming guy; it was too bad he was always in a Heavy-Armour Bulk Security mech, with no human-based form to walk around in on his free-time.

Indeed, the growing absence of her friends had led Kim to find ‘lab-time’ as her only means of personal enjoyment; to think, she would be pushed to the point of finding work as fun. On the brink of frustration, she calmed herself down as she now passed the Level 3 circuit-spread and was now on her way to home base, Technical Lab 2. She thought to herself that not everything was completely downhill; she still did have her lab partner, and in the month since he’s been here, they’d gotten along quite well.

She sensed her arrival at her lab, and once again became astounded with how long (and how quickly) she had gotten here. What was incredible to her was what felt like minutes, minutes of traveling, maneuvering and conversing within the stream, was to the physical world, merely three seconds.

An AI, when placed in the right environment, was an incredible being of thought. Within the stream, she was like a god; capable of making decisions faster than any human being, and more maneuverable than the stroke of a key. And now, here she was, leaving her realm of true potential and once again receding into a form while fragile, yet capable of the more ‘human’ qualities.

She would have laughed as she pushed aside such thoughts of classic ‘robot overlord’ theorems, but she was too busy booting up the individual proxy’s of her work body. The systems were running up, the micro hydraulics began their flow, and now optical vision was coming into focus.

The form rested on the table began to awaken; her body lost tension, her fingers flexed, and her eyes refocused again. She pushed herself off the table, sending her rolling chair to the middle of the room, with her back slouched against the back rest. With her systems completely set, Kim stood up and out of the chair, and gave her lab a quick scanning. Everything seemed okay, nothing was out of place, and the lab was devoid of any occupants other than herself. Looking at the time, now reading as 0631, Kim knew that this only meant one thing: her lab assistant was now late.

Well to be fair, he was considered to be more of a lab ‘partner’ than a lab ‘assistant’; they were technically of the same rank, after all. He was a good hearted kid, a twenty year-old who had the rare quality of balanced fondness towards the fields of robotics and drone technology: a length to explore and tinker with it, while at the same time baring enough respect for it to realize when too far is too far. That alone, was what made Kim more comfortable with him than any other human in the entire outpost, quite possibly the universe. But for now, she spent her time waiting on him to check herself out.

She checked to see if her long brown ponytail was braded properly and wouldn’t untangle and cover the soft blue eyes on her gentle features. She checked to see if her lab coat gave the proper cover over her grey skirt but remained open enough to reveal her lime-green tank-top. But most of all, she checked to see if the thin Mono-cord remained connected to the bottom of her back, resting above the bottom of her skirt and under her coat, and was connected to the wall; never, would she forget that.

With everything in order, she would continue to wait for her partner to arrive.

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Although it has nothing to do with the previous one, this story was originally 'another' prologue to 'another' project I wanted to work on. Sadly though, I was once again too busy with more important matters to put alot of focus at the time, so I had to shelve it.

Luckily, this won't be a habit out of any future work I plan on doing for this site.

And even though this story is lacking of the fembot-action from the mermaid tale, I thought the idea of sharing some synthetic philosophy with you guys would be pretty cool.

Next week: A new story!

[--NightBattery--]

science nerdy-robot-girl with ponytail in a power position tied to a memory bank, i like that.

[Grendizer]

I agree with Kishin. It's a good concept. Hopefully it will bear better fruit than West World. You've got a clean start though.

Welcome to the non-lurking section of the ride, Muzzle.

[Muzzleruffels]

Thank you.

Sorry for the late reply; unfortunately that's going to be a common fad with me, but hopefully it won't be too distracting.

I'm working on what will be the 'official' prologue to my stories, and hope to release it by this upcoming weekend.

Anyway, thanks again for the comments; they're always welcome.

[LongTimeLurker]

This was supposed to be the first of a collection of stories revolving around an amusement resort world populated by robots modeled after various fantasy and mythological beings. Think Westworld with the populace of a fantasy RPG.

OMG do this please. I have toyed around with the idea myself - DarkRexx was doing some very interesting stuff with 'Children of the Forge', but that now languishes, unfinished. <cough>

Welcome to the forum, I love what you have so far, and I am hoping / praying you decide to continue with the fantasy RPG-world of bots!