Meet Denise Merritt - the perfect woman. She is beautiful, caring, emotional, sensitive, smart, friendly, and has the best personality a person could possibly have.
She is also not real.
Denise is an android (model) and she was made for the man, Steven Adams (mate), who wants to spend the rest of his life with someone special. Once he finally meets her, he had hoped to live out the rest of his life with the only person in the world he truly loves, but he gets swept into an unwelcome adventure when he finds out that certain other models in the world have gone rogue and he must work with the doctor’s daughter, the only other person in the world who knows what is happening, to stop a global takeover and the extermination of the human race. What happens is a race against time and, at the end, he must make a choice. Does he choose to put a halt to the subtle takeover that the models are implementing at the risk of also destroying the only woman he has ever loved, or is there another answer?
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Meet Denise Merritt - the perfect woman. She is beautiful, caring, emotional, sensitive, smart, friendly, and has the best personality a person could possibly have.
She is also not real.
Denise is an android (model) and she was made for the man, Steven Adams (mate), who wants to spend the rest of his life with someone special. Once he finally meets her, he had hoped to live out the rest of his life with the only person in the world he truly loves, but he gets swept into an unwelcome adventure when he finds out that certain other models in the world have gone rogue and he must work with the doctor’s daughter, the only other person in the world who knows what is happening, to stop a global takeover and the extermination of the human race. What happens is a race against time and, at the end, he must make a choice. Does he choose to put a halt to the subtle takeover that the models are implementing at the risk of also destroying the only woman he has ever loved, or is there another answer?
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“Ah,” here we are,” the doctor said as they entered his office. “Please have a seat,” he said as he took his place behind his desk. The office was very nice with dark carpet and oak furniture. Very professional and doctor-like, old-fashioned. On the wall behind him were plaques of various designs from a variety of schools. To the side was an aquarium with an assortment of fish swimming in it.
If he really is able to pull this kind of thing off, he must be a genius, he thought.
“So, what brings you here today?”
“Well…” he started and then became flustered. He was not sure how to broach the subject. “I talked to David Fisk last week; he’s a friend of mine from way back.”
“Fisk … David Fisk. Oh, yes, I remember him now. He wanted the Pamela Anderson model with some special modifications. Quite a popular request. I’m assuming that you saw her?”
“Uh, yes, I did. I still can’t believe it. I thought he was kidding with me until he showed me her … uh … I’m sorry … her….”
“The energy conductor located in the forefinger of her right hand?”
“Yes, that’s it. I wasn’t sure what to call it.”
“All the models are self-sustaining with very little routine maintenance. A model, if past due for a check-up, can draw power from a common household socket to draw power until the mate has time to bring her in.”
“The mate?”
“That’s what we call our clients who purchase one of our models. We try not to use such insulting terms as ‘owner’ and whatnot. We consider our models as real as they are. They may not have been born as a human being was, but they are born and given life just the same, you understand.”
“Um, of course.”
“So, how did you like her?”
“I thought she was beautiful. As beautiful as…well, as a real woman. She was a real woman as far as I could tell.”
“Very good. And Mr. Fisk is happy with his model?”
“I think that excited would be putting it mildly. He was the happiest that I have ever seen him.”
“Excellent! I always love to hear how happy one of our mates is. So, how can I help you today?”
“Well, I’m looking for…well, I guess I’m looking for the perfect woman,” he blurted, not really knowing how to say what he wanted.
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