Maxine Stone's New Life
Copyright© 2011 by carniegirl
Chapter 273: Look What I Found in the Body Shop
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 273: Look What I Found in the Body Shop - Maxine stone is a retired Air Force Noncom trying to get by in a small town. Her new life is filled with small characters and minor adventures.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Ma/Ma Consensual Reluctant Coercion Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Mystery Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Fisting Transformation Prostitution
I had absolutely no concept of time, since I did none of the things which mark the passing of days. There were no announcements like, "I am hanging your breakfast bag of nourishment."
Somewhere during the interviews, it changed from what I had done, to what would you do if. One of the dumbest of them was, what would you do if you went into a room with ten hostages and a terrorist. He is holding one as a shield and has a pistol to that one's head. He is threatening to kill them all. If you had no weapon whatsoever would you attack the hostage?
I told the interviewer I couldn't answer that, since I would never be in that situation. I would not go into a situation like that unarmed, unless I was bringing the terrorist some kind of way out. If they simply wanted someone to attack the terrorist and die without having done any good, I would never have agreed to go in. I remember my 1st sergeant's advice, from my first combat tour, "Save yourself first, cause you can't save my ass if you are dead."
I'm not sure what any of that had to do with pulling my plug. Well it wasn't as simple as pulling a plug there were a few more active measures needed than simply pulling a plug, but it was the same thing. I knew for a fact that within a mile of were I lay, there were at least a hundred men or women, who would gladly do it with a pillow, if given the chance.
After a half dozen 'what if' interviews a woman came in. I could tell from her voice that she was female. "Good Morning Maxine. I am going to raise your bed so that you can see each other."
"Good, you are the first one willing to look me in the eye, when they deliver the bad news," I said.
"Maybe because what I have to say isn't all bad news," she suggested.
"Unless you have a way to give me my life back, the best you can do is not so bad news for me," I said trying to smile for her. When the bed finally got me high enough to see over my feet, I noticed that she was at least a hundred pounds over weight. She was also at least older than me.
"So here is the deal. We need to have a little philosophical talk, then I am going to offer you a deal." she said.
"Like on a that TV show. I can tell you now I want the curtain," I said trying to be myself to the end.
"Trust me you can's afford not to take it. First of all let me say that this is not a one sided deal by any means. You bring something to the table in spite of how you might feel. We aren't just being nice to you, because we love your winning ways."
"Good, I could never keep that front up forever," I said. "So let hear the deal."
"Oh no first you have to hear the philosophical part. There is even a little God complex in the speech. What would you think, if I told you, that the soul is no more than the realization that one day we are going to die."
"I wouldn't doubt you since I have never been all that big on souls. I think that doing right and wrong is learned behavior, no more." I said.
"Then you believe that we are the sum total of our experiences interpreted through the filter of what we grew up believing?" she asked.
"Of course, it's why some people can kill one person to save a hundred others. But two people can do the same thing and the world will call one a hero and one a villain. I'm not sure I understand that." I replied.
"Most of us don't really understand it, but some of us use it," she said.
"I know, I have done the same. Bet my life that if I ever got before a Jury, they would not convict me." I said.
"Better judged by 12 than carried by 6," she agreed. "I have certainly heard that enough times as justification for bold actions.
"On both sides of the good and evil line I'm sure," I added for her.
"That is true. So it seems they were right," she said. She saw the look of confusion on my face. "All the reports on my desk."
"Ah the interviewers who proceeded you," I agreed.
"And the background reports. On paper you were perfect, the interviews were all we could hope for and more. You are not only perfect where it counts, you bring just the right baggage to the project. The reputation the lifestyle and the resources. There is no reason anyone would doubt you or connected to us in any way," she said.
"And that is important why?" I asked.
"That is important because we don't want anyone to question what we are doing. With your lifestyle no one would ever question anything you do, because no one has a clue what you will do next week."
"I'm sure this somehow makes sense, but I don't understand it," I said.
"You already know about the Eve and Lucy projects. Eve is a leap ahead from Lucy, don't you agree?" she asked.
"Yes Lucy was a great friend, but on the retarded side. Eve is almost human even to me who knows she isn't." I said.
"We are ready for the next generation. An entity who is totally robotic but programmed with every bit of information from a human brain. A body that is a 100% working replica of a human with their memories and thinking because it is their brain only in a computer. The perfect entity. No one will be able to tell that this entity isn't human."
"But the entity will know?" I asked.
"Yes if you steal someone's brain, they are going to know it was stolen. They are going to know that when they put their hand on a hot stove, there should have been pain, even though there is none." she said.
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