"Katie Lane, Unplugged" -EDIT

[wjbaines]

Here’s another story with no plot, just techno-smut/snuff.

Note that it was “inspired” by a story called “Katie Lane, Unplugged,” that was posted here a few years ago or something. Kudos to the author of that piece. I thank that author for his efforts and hope that he will take no offence at my warped interpretation. This platform was used without his permission and he is in no way answerable for it. Also note that the first section (24 paragraphs) are lifted from that author’s work verbatim, although the names have changed (seemed the decent thing to do).

In that story, a young suburbanite American girl living at home (for our purposes, let us assume she turned 18 yesterday) discovers that she and her sister are both androids. In one pivotal scene, she is alone in her bedroom, struggling with the idea that she might be artificial. When she finally gets proof-positive (she figures out how to open herself up), the plot of the original story advances. Don’t worry; no spoilers here.

This “alternate ending” shows what might have happened if she had continued to explore herself despite the perceived warnings her processors were giving her. Hope nobody gets pissed off. I wrote it just for myself a while back, but figured it might play well is this space.

-Baines

[first section lifted from the original story and placed here to proved background]

When Jodie arrived home she immediately shut herself in her room. It was too embarrassing for her to keep spacing out in front of her family. She almost missed her bus stop, and would have if Liz hadn’t nudged her as she came up the aisle. Though Liz was a senior, Mr. & Mrs. Conroy didn’t allow her to drive, or even to go to driver’s ed. classes. They said they didn’t trust the teenaged drivers on the road today.

Once Jodie was firmly ensconced in her room she kicked off her shoes and lay down in her bed on top of the covers. As she lay she felt a strange feeling of disconnectedness, almost like her body wasn’t under her own control. She sat up and wiggled her toes, watching her socks move with the toes underneath. She bent her legs up to her stomach and held them close to her torso, She flexed her fingers, spreading her hand wide and bunching it up in a fist.

She unfolded herself and sat on the edge of the bed. She left the bed and moved to the mirror. Staring at her hair in the mirror she saw the pigtails that she always seemed to wear. She grabbed a brush from her nightstand and brushed out the two braids, letting her hair hang loose around her shoulders. It was soft and had a beautiful shine. “Why do I never wear it down? It looks so pretty,” she said to herself.

Suddenly the sun faded outside, and the world turned a dark shade of gray. The wind picked up, and rain started to fall. “Residual thunderstorms,” Jodie thought, and a low rumble of thunder broke the silence.

A bright flash of sheet lightning lit up Jodie’s room, and she saw her aqua shortalls in the corner of the room, balled up with a white t-shirt. Thunder rolled again and another memory came back to her. This one was more detailed…

Last night, she woke up. A noise. She looked down. Couldn’t see anything – too dark. She got ready for school. She went down the hall. Beeping. From her sister’s room. She opened the door. Her sister. Staring at the ceiling. Shaking. Plugged in to the wall! A robot! She felt the body. She explored it. It felt like hers. Normal.

Jodie stumbled out of her memory, now mesmerized by the shadows on the wall from the trees and the wind and the lightning. A crack of thunder and then…

Yesterday, she came home from school. With Jeremy. And Liz. She told Liz. They argued. She hit her head. She went for ice, and came back. Tried to seduce Jeremy. Malfunctioned. She watched Liz and Jeremy. She felt a need, a desire. She took hold of Jeremy. Drew him near. Then she malfunctioned. She was a robot!

She was staring at the sun. She knew instinctively it was only four o’clock. The light glinted off her hair. Her eyes blinked rapidly a few times. She came back from her revelation.

“I CAN’T be a robot. I’m human. Just like Mom. Just like Dad. Just like…like Liz…,” Jodie faded off. “If Liz’s a robot...NO! It can’t be! I’m Jodie Conroy. I live at 45 Worthington Street. I’m in ninth grade at Lincoln High School. My favorite color is blue. My favorite food is French fries. I wear my hair in pigtails every day! I’M NOT A ROBOT!”

She paused, and she looked in the mirror. She stared into her deep blue eyes. “But what if I am…” she whispered.

She looked at her arms, but there were no marks or anything to indicate panels of any sort. Her legs looked normal to her. Again, no sign of any panels. She took off her jumper and shirt. Standing naked save for her panties and bra, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Totally smooth skin. No scars or indentations of any sort, anywhere.

“No, I didn’t think so. I can’t be a robot. Where do I charge? Where are my access panels?” she asked herself.

She felt her stomach, and reached around to feel her back. It was harder under the skin than normal, but her mom always told her it was “good muscle development.” She took off her bra and felt her breasts. They felt normal, though a bit small. The weight was normal. They felt like…like Liz’s…

“No No No No NO! I am NOT a robot!” Jodie said forcefully. She sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. “I’m not a robot,” she said softly.

She sat up again, and felt above her breasts. Her upper chest felt a bit warm, but otherwise normal. Her collarbone was hard and felt like it should be. She let her hands touch her face and travel down slowly to her neck, finally coming to rest on the middle of her collarbone, where her rib cage started.

“There. Nothing to be concerned about. I’m as human as everyone else in that school!” Jodie said defiantly. And then, a thought came to her. “No…no, it can’t be. That’s ridiculous. Why would anyone hide a switch there?”

Her hand moved down her stomach. Her belly button was always kind of smooth and flat compared to her friends. She pushed in. Her finger wouldn’t fit. She grabbed a pen from her school bag. She pushed in again. A hiss followed, and a large panel opened underneath her breasts. There were many data ports and lights that showed a steady green or yellow. Occasionally one would blink orange, but it was quickly changed back to yellow or green.

There were a few switches. Jodie hesitantly flipped one. A small panel opened in her left arm. She plainly saw a plug nestled between a few other data ports, but no wire. She flipped the switch back again, and the panel closed.

Another switch, another panel. This time it was in her left leg. Only one data port down there, and Jodie surmised it was a repair hatch. Jodie noticed a few of the lights were now blinking orange.

She tried the largest switch in the cavity, and she heard a hiss behind her as a panel opened up in her back. She craned her neck over her shoulder to see a loose approximation of a spinal cord running up the middle of the opening, a few more plugs and data ports, and a small numeric pad. And having her panel open triggered yet another memory. A memory of her father, talking like she wasn’t even there…

“I think we have our answer, Mary. I reviewed the visual cortex tape and the programming log. Apparently, the blow to Liz’s head activated her Beta Sex program. It wasn’t tested yet, and I guess it proved too much for her to handle. And watching Liz and Jeremy go at it, it activated Jodie’s Beta Sex program too. Luckily I got there as soon as I did. After my pager went off with the malfunction code I burned rubber. Well, anyway, I’ll clear Liz’s memory of the incident…too traumatic otherwise. But I think Jodie’s ok. Though I will watch her. Her clock started early yesterday morning. Could have been the storm. Doesn’t seem like there’s any damage…”

And the part of the conversation that was recorded even though her consciousness was disconnected: “I’ll keep Jodie’s memories for future reference, but I’ll put them in her dream processor. No use troubling the poor `bot. Sometimes I don’t give their minds the credit they deserve. They are fabulous feats of science. They’ve run almost flawlessly since the beginning. And they’ve made me a lot of money. So many applications for this. Well, let’s let them rest so they’re all set for school in the morning.”

Jodie’s eyes blinked rapidly. She looked down at her front panel opening. Many of the lights were now blinking orange. Jodie felt dizzy. “It must be my processor, trying to compute the fact that I know I’m a robot. Seeing all these panels open is probably not too good for it.”


[here begins the “alternate ending”]

There was one switch that Jodie hadn’t tried yet. “Still…I want to find out as much about myself as I can…” Jodie intuitively guessed that the last switch would open a panel that would give access to any sexual systems she might have. “Beta Sex program…Beta Sex program…Beta Sex program.” Jodie sat back on the bed and removed her panties. “I’ve never had a boyfriend. I wonder if I can…”

Before reaching back into her open panel to flip the switch, Jodie pushed up her bra and tweaked each of her nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips. Then she heard a beep come from inside her body. Her nipples hard, she peered into her open cavity. A fan she couldn’t see whirred into action. With alarm Jodie saw that only a few lights inside of her were even yellow by now. Some blinked yellow and orange. Most were solid orange now. When she tweaked her nipples again, two of the lights blinked red before immediately going back to orange. She felt her body lock up for a second, paralyzing her.

“My pros-pros-pros-processors sure sure sure sure sure sure sure don’t seem to like this seem to like this.” Jodie put a hand to her head. The cooling fan hummed. Something was beeping at even intervals. “I’m getting warm. I think I may be starting to overload. Maybe trying that last switch isn’t such a good idea.” Jodie licked her lips. “I’m already starting to have a hard time functioning.” She glanced at the boys on the cover of a teen magazine that was on her nightstand. “A hard time…But what about my Beta Sex program? Dad said it wasn’t tested. Dad said it proved too much for me to handle. Won’t I malfunction again?” She peered into herself again. Just thinking about sex and several of the lights were already rapidly blinking red. None of the lights were green anymore.

“This must be what was happening inside of Liz and I when we both malfunctioned yesterday.” Jodie squirmed a bit and noticed a wetness between her legs that she’d never felt before. “Thinking about boys boys boys boys boys must have activated my Beta Sex program already.” Jodie was having trouble thinking about anything. She couldn’t concentrate. She half wondered if it was because of her straining processors or just normal hot-and-bothered because she wanted to have sex so badly. She reached down between her legs with one hand and rubbed her fingers against her slick pussy.

A very sharp beep came from her guts and the cooling fan seemed to speed up until it was actually quite loud. It was so strong that she could feel it vibrating her whole body. This vibration had a pleasing effect where her fingers streaked up and down her pussy’s lips. Jodie’s free arm twisted behind her as she swung her back panel closed. She didn’t want to accidentally start pushing her own buttons as she lay down.

With effort, Jodie tore her hand away from her crotch and held it up in front of her face. Her fingers were slick with a slightly whitish fluid. A thin string of the lubricant slowly dripped down from her fingers and Jodie moved to taste it. Oddly, it had a mild fruit flavor, like candy cherry. She put each finger in her mouth one by one, licking the lube off. She moaned softly when she reached down between her legs with her hand again.

After a little while of teasing, Jodie reached inside her flaps with two fingers. One result was a speeding up of the now steady beeping from inside her chest. The cooling fan tried to speed up again too, but instead, it sputtered and died. Jodie hardly noticed.

Between pants, Jodie said “I’m tough. I can handle it.” She reached inside the opening under her breasts and forced the final switch over with determination.

Her suspicions had been correct. A panel hissed and opened between her navel and her vagina. Inside were a few racks of computer chips. The LEDs were all frantically blinking red. There was also a black, rubberized bag of sort between her legs. It was squirming slightly. She looked closer. Her fingers were inside of it! She was looking at her primary sexual mechanism. Her vagina. It pumped rhythmically. Its outer surface was coated with tiny fiber optics, which was probably why this felt so good.

One other thing caught Jodie’s eye. There was a small canister with two small hoses coming out of it. The hoses swayed with her rhythm. They led from the canister to her pulsing vagina. “That must be where my lubricant comes from.”

Jodie was distracted by her interior workings for only a moment. Feelings were coming from her vagina that she had never felt before. She closed her eyes and imagined Jeremy making was love to her. “Whoa. I need to slow down. I’m starting to lose control.” She pushed her fingers in harder and deeper anyway.

Just then, a furiously buzzing alarm clock started going off. Jodie jumped, startled. Her hand kept moving between her legs with more and more urgency. She glanced at the nightstand, but the clock was silent. Then she realized that the alarm was coming for inside her.

First she looked at the open panel beneath her breasts. She noticed that both of her nipples were straining so hard they felt like were going to burst. The LEDs that were nestled in amongst the hardware were no longer blinking. Each row was now solid red. “My processors are pinned! I’m maxed maxed maxed maxed out out!” Behind the alarm, she could hear a hard drive skittering and seeking frantically.

Her hand continued to work between her legs and she looked down at the abdominal opening. There, too, the LEDs shone constant red. She couldn’t focus though. She was close to her first orgasm.

“Oh, Jeremy. Oh, Jeremy. I can handle it. I can handle handle handle handle handle I can handle it.” She was rocking her whole bed by now. He vagina wiggled and squirmed with her fingers. The lubrication pump could be barely heard under the alarm as it continued to flow the juices into the sac.

“I can handle it,” Jodie repeated to herself. She could feel something building between her legs. She body started to tighten up and she opened her eyes wide.

She noticed that the room was hazy. At first, she thought her visual tracking might be messed up, but then she realized it was actually smoke — from her! “Oh, shit! My processors!”

Just as she looked down, a brilliant white arc spat from one of the circuit board beside her vagina. Her one hand remained busily thrusting inside of her while her other flailed to the side. Her head jerked sideways.

“Overload! Overload!” The alarm cut out as a second spark leapt out of her diaphragm panel.

“Shit! How do I turn myself off!? I’m malfunctioning!” The fingers inside of her vagina were out of control.

Jodie sat up quickly in the bed and felt her back panel automatically pop open. She felt something inside her body go loose and heard a loud sproing as a spring uncoiled. A glance in the mirror told Jodie that the keypad inside her back had bounced out and was dangling by a spring and a few multi-colored wires.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I need to stop myself! I’m being destroyed!” Not thinking, Jodie plunged her free hand into the open vaginal panel and searched desperately for something that might cut her power before she was irretrievably damaged, if she wasn’t already. Her fingers closed on one of the lubricant hoses. Not realizing what it was, she tugged hard and ripped it out.

A spark shot from the pump. The disruption caused it to go into overdrive. Jodie first felt her vagina fill with liquid as she came. It was bubbling out and drenching her legs. The hose in her hand she looked at with wonder as is squirted the pure white lube in a steady arc into the air with surprising force.

“What the — “ The fluid splattered back down on Jodie body and into her two open panel in the front. Jodie jumped out of the bed.

Sparking from the chest and the waist, Jodie staggered around the room. Her keypad bounced against her ass as her legs pumped her around the room. Lube gushed down her legs.

Jodie felt like a prisoner in her own body as she malfunctioned. Her one hand left her vagina. The fingers of both of her hands were then pointing rigidly forward. Her arms bent into Ls and then remained fixed. As her legs led her frantically around the room, as if to somehow escape the cause of the malfunction, the words TERMINAL MALFUNCTION flashed in red across her vision. Her vagina was still gushing. She felt the lubricant against her smooth thighs as they scissored mechanically. The loose lubricant tube spurted white lubricant irregularly but always powerfully as it snaked from her open panel.

She heard a frantic voice that belonged to her, but even as her lips moved, the words had not originated in her conscious mind.

“MALFUNCTION. SEXUAL OVERLOAD,” they said shrilly.

She felt the ruined keypad bounce against her butt cheeks with each step as motors within them pumped violently.

“MALFUNCTION. SEXUAL OVERLOAD.”

She caught a glimpse of her back just in time to see a huge flash of sparks fill the cavity there and leap into the room.

“MALFUNCTION. SEXUAL OVERLOAD.” The words were getting faster, raising in pitch. “MALFUNCTION. SEXUAL OVERLOAD. MALFUNCTION. SEXUAL OVERLOAD.”

She noticed electrical smoke was now pouring out of her mouth.

“MALFUNCTION. SEXUAL OVERLOAD. MALFUNCTION. SEXUAL OVERLOAD. MALFUNCTION. SEXUAL OVERLOAD. MALFUNCTION. SEXUAL OVERLOAD.”

Jodie then walked violently into a wall, spun 180 degrees and walked violently into the corner of her dresser. “MALFUNCTION. SEXUAL OVERLOAD. MALFUNCTION. SEXUAL OVERLOAD.” Totally unbalanced by the glancing blow, she toppled sideways. “MALFUNCTION. SEXUAL - - -“ On the way down, Jodie caught her temple on the corner of her desk.

There was a loud CRUNCH and Jodie felt something give way. Her voice cut out and was replaced with what sounded like a record being played at 1 / 10 speed. Her body hit the floor second before her head did.

Her head slowly lolled sideways before coming to rest facing her wardrobe, which had a full-length mirror on the door.

Her head had napped partially off. It was still connected to her body, but only by a few snaking cables and wires. Arcs of blue electricity occasionally sparked between her head and open neck.

She could still feel one of her legs weakly and half-heartedly moving almost as though walking. Something in her other ass cheek had unspring and that leg was now motionless.

The last words to flash in red before her eyes were:

CRITICAL FAILURE

ALL SYSTEMS

JODIE CONROY PERSONA

FILE CORRUPTED

CRITICAL FAILURE

ALL ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR

[zerodin]

Niiiiice!

[DollSpace]

Wow...someone wrote a fanfiction based on one of my stories? Wow... Oh, and I'm a she, by the way ^_~

Anyway...umm, interesting ending; a little harsh for me and not the something I really thought of happening to Katie (I'm quite protective of my characters *giggle*), but it definitely provides an alternative viewpoint and the malfunction scene was good

Cat

[ButchyBoy]

I'm a big fan of both Katie Lane stories (both "My Sister the Robot", and "Katie Lane Unplugged"). In fact, Katie was one of one of my major influncences for Cricket. This story.......and not to discourage any creativity,especially here, but having the fembot just "die" without any rhyme or reason...it just seems pointless. My two cents anyway.

[BA2]

I thought that was a great malfunction scene - the great thing about robots is that they can always be repaired: keep up the insurance!

I'm certain that we all draw inspiration from one anothers' stories so, giving due credit as was done above, why not share it?

Well done.

[sparty]

Holy crap!

*Stands and applauds*

Excellent re-dub.

You should be proud of yourself mi amigo. This is classic.

[Thotherhole]

I liked it man!

[Mooninite 1]

I have to say that this is the best damn malfunction story I have ever read.
BRAVO!

[wjbaines]

Thanks, everybody! Oh and, er, sorry about mis-identifying the gender of the original author...that's embarrassing. Apologies to C.A.

And now for something completely different:

Anybody hear from old H. Brueckmann? Haven't see him post anything in years! If you're out there, come back! Your stories are WAY better than this stuff is!