Chapter 1 - In The Beginning
“Simon, is it really you? Where am I? What is this place? What’s happening to me?”
I was looking down at the woman who was everything my heart desired. This was the woman I’d been in love with since we were at school together. Maggie had been my first girlfriend, my first lover, and after school, the woman I’d lived and loved with until she cruelly left me for my best friend. And now she was here, before me, lying in what looked like a hospital bed, but was really a laboratory bench. She looked so very much as I remembered her just after we left school, dressed in the school uniform she’d worn in the last days of school, when aged eighteen and ‘A’ level exams behind us, the world had seemed our oyster.
Wow, she looks so young, so fresh! She looks eighteen years younger than me, that’s exactly half my age. And she sounds exactly like I remember my Maggie sounding. How do they do that? She’s perfect, her smile, her steel-grey eyes, they are all Maggie, except they promised that when she stands up she’ll be taller than Mags was. Now she’d only be a couple of inches shorter than me, just the right height to be my height when she is in heels. And bigger tits, of course she has much bigger tits now.
“Where am I, darling?”
The voice is perfect, the sound, the tone, the timbre, the cadence. It is her.
“It’s alright, love. Everything is going to be okay,” I said reassuringly.
“But, how did I get here, wherever here is?” She sat up. “School uniform? What am I doing in school uniform. Oh, wow! What the hell are these?”
Her hands grasped her sizable breasts.
“What the… That’s it, I’ve had breast surgery and lost my memory. No, I can remember my work, coming to hospital, but then nothing. And childhood, there’s nothing.” Her voice was spiralling upwards, panic was setting in. “Simon, I’m scared, what’s happening to me? This doesn’t make sense. What’s happening?” Maggie was starting to shake. Suddenly, she froze, her eyes went blank and in an unnaturally controlled way, she lay down again, apparently asleep.
“Sorry, I had to turn her off,” said a voice from the shadows behind me. “It’s not good if the model starts to question its own existence and starts to find flaws in its backstory. We’ll do some more work, and you can continue to chat to it, her, online. Give her some more tales of your past together, build up the backstory.”
When Maggie had coldly announced one evening that she was leaving him, Simon had been devastated. Completely broadsided, he’d not seen it coming and had no idea that she’d been having an affair with his best friend for more than six months. It was when he asked her why, and in desperation asked if the reason was sex, she’d put the knife in, and twisted.
“Yes, Simon. It’s because he’s got a way bigger cock than you and I just can’t bear to get off it. He really knows how to make love to me properly. There, are you satisfied? Because I never was, not with you.”
At that, she turned and left, carrying her suitcases and scurrying outside to the hot hatchback that waited for her, engine running, in the driveway. Simon watched her go, tears streaming down his face as his whole life and his manhood seemed to crumble around him.
The following weeks were a time of deep, solitary depression and heavy drinking. Simon finally climbed out of the bottle when, having woken one morning to find himself lying in a pool of his own vomit, his cheek being sore where the stomach acid was starting to eat into it, he decided that was just the kick he needed to pull himself together and get on with life. And he did. Back at work, he threw himself into whatever project was available, concentrating on the meaningless marketing jingles that he was consigned to compose. But outside work, in the lonely evenings, he was bored and restless. Every time he thought of dating again, Maggie’s parting words rose up before him and frightened him off.
Then, one night, years later, browsing the web and despondently looking at dating sites, he saw an advertisement for Recapture Your Love, Inc.
“Have you lost a loved one? Does your heart pine for the one true love of your life that was so cruelly torn from you? Recapture Your Love can take your photographs and videos, and recreate that person, bring them back into your life, just as they were, loving you, forever. Available as online and as realistic recreations. Why mourn the past when you can recreate it, and improve it?”
Simon was captivated. Within minutes, he’d paid a joining fee, taken out a monthly subscription and was uploading every photograph and video he had of Maggie. Midnight came and went as he trawled her social media, downloading every video post she’d ever made as if he was the world’s best, or worst, stalker. All of it he uploaded to Recapture Your Love, Inc. and by two a.m. he was chatting to a virtual Maggie that looked like her, sounded like her, but seemed to love him. She never disagreed with him and soon their conversation became more and more intimate until she was encouraging him to wank in front of his screen.
The Maggie that appeared online was so lifelike and just as she’d remained in his memory; young, slim, with shoulder-length, curly dark-brown hair, ruddy cheeks and steel-grey eyes. Exactly like she was in the photographs and videos from their time together that he’d supplied to Recapture Your Love, Inc. Only online-Maggie was younger than the real Maggie would actually be now, and this version would never age. And she had bigger tits, way bigger tits. In fact, every annoying quirk about the original Maggie had been removed. This Maggie was kind, loving, faithful and very, very sexy. This Maggie was perfect.
“Oh, Simon, that’s so wonderful. I know you love me, just as much as I love you,” the simulacrum whispered from the screen as Simon’s spunk spurted into a wad of tissues. “I wish I were there with you, it would be so nice to feel that all over my tits, or deep inside me.”
Simon groaned, tears streaming down his cheeks for what he knew could never be.
“Do you want the real thing?” said the message in the side window.
“Recapture Your Love, Inc can now lease you an android with the AI personality, and looks, of your choice. Fully customisable, adaptable, our recreated lovers are body temperature warm, fully capable and very compliant. Click here to bring your lover back into your life, and your bed.”
Simon clicked.
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