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The year is 2040.

Three decades ago, several strains of communicable diseases produced one super

disease.

The following pandemic resulted in a worldwide panic of epic proportions.

Shortly thereafter, sex between humans became all but non -existent.

Self -manipulation became the only socially acceptable form of sexual

Showtime.

Mr. Spears, it's a real pleasure to be working with you.

Your dad, he was a, well, he was a true legend.

That's why it's an honor to be able to, you know.

Right, I'll do.

You're right, this is your first directing gig.

No, it's my third.

I mean, I'm still a rookie, but I was grandfathered in much like you were. My

dad was Dave Lord.

I believe your dad and my dad used to work together back in the day. Yeah,

good old days.

So you want to get started?

Yeah,

sure.

All right, everybody.

Let's make some porn.

Of course, with the worldwide increase in masturbation, came an insatiable need

for more and more pornography.

But with the adult content tax of 2015,

and strict government regulations regarding safety in the workplace, most

smaller companies were forced to shut down.

The companies that remain are corporate entities worth billions and traded on

the open market.

But hidden away in the shadows, there's a small underground contingent that

services a more niche clientele.

Porn that's produced far from the prying eyes of the porn police that they're

unaffectionately known. And in those shadows,

It's where our story begins.

Okay.

Let's lower the cameras, Peter.

That's good.

Let's sync up the backgrounds.

No, wait.

No. Next one. Wait.

No.

That one. Let's go with that one.

Okay, Ryan, you're ready.

All right, guys, let's get ready to roll one. Quiet, please.

And action.

What's wrong with her? You said she was one of your best.

Relax, she's just warming up.

Give her a second, will you?

Okay.

Happy now?

She froze.

Great, man. I told you there was something wrong with her.

I don't know what happened.

Well, you're lucky we weren't running a live fucking feed right now. Now, why

don't you get in there and fix her?

Bro, six chip is fried.

Again?

That's the third time this week, man.

What's wrong with these things? I keep telling you guys, they're not built for

this. This is all they're built for. Then they're building them wrong.

Okay, listen, calm down, everybody. Can we prop her up against the couch or

something so we can finish the scene?

Sure, I guess so.

It's just going to sit there. Well, I guess I'm going to have to deal with

Kind of like you're going to deal with half of what we agreed on.

Oh, come on.

Shut the fuck up, man. You're like you're getting anything at all.

Ryan, listen, man. Can you, uh, I don't know, maybe drop a load in our ROC and

we'll finish this thing?

I love you techie geeks.

Always giving names to shit.

Removable oral cavity.

It's got a ring to it. Why don't we just call it our mouth?

Call it whatever you want, man. Let's just finish the thing, all right?

Prop her up for me.

Get out of the way unless you want to get wet.

And cut!

Nice save, man.

All right, we're on the wrong set.

Let's move on.

Go get your fucking doll out of here.

That was fun while it lasted, kid.

Yeah, Morris.

You've been bugging me all month to give your girl a chance. Well, here's your

shot. We're at orphan stages.

You've got to be here as quick as you can. You got it?

Okay, we're on our way.

Cool, thanks.

Wow.

What's with the stupid look on your face?

We're in business.

Really?

Shut the fuck up.

We just got our first kid.

Pack it up. Let's go.

Over the last few decades, pornography had gone through a number of changes,

biggest of which was the introduction of sex droid performers.

There were still a handful of humans in the business, most of which were

veterans who had been in the game for years.

But even with the advancements in robotics and lifelike genie skin,

could still tell the difference between droid sex and human sex.

Let's see a girl. And most people had their preference for one or the other.

While others liked to see them commingle.

But things were about to change.

The line between droid and human was about to be blurred.

Everyone, meet Mira.

Wow.

That's amazing.

What is she?

She's beautiful.

She's my latest MR5 prototype.

And yes, she is beautiful. I told you you'd like her, man.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

You are you, sir, in action. What do you want for wardrobe?

Well, it's a dungeon fit, so we're going to need some fetish wear.

Natalie, bring some bondage crap, size... Two.

Size two.

So, uh, ready to try something new?

You fuck one Mecca, you fucked them all.

Kind of like a toaster.

Doesn't matter how many bells or whistles they have.

Still tastes like toast.

I think this one's going to prove you wrong.

Wonder if she makes toast?

I guess we'll find out.

All right, let's get this started.

Everybody take your places.

Oh, uh, Ryan, you know what to do, but, uh, let's make it look real.

Adjusting sensory reactive sequencing now.

More please.

Shit. The skin, the whip is... It's leaving marks on... It's the latest in

genoderm. There are millions of microscopic sensors beneath the outer

the derma. This sends information back to the prosotronic brain. In turn, it

tells the derma how to react, according to the severity of the pressure.

Essentially, she feels.

It feels.

Everything.

Uh, guys?

There there's something wrong with her she's sweating.

Yes, we thought that would act for the reality factor I mean, there's nothing

sexy than two bodies glistening together intertwined.

How the fuck does it sweat?

Well, that's an industry secret We could tell you But we'd have to kill you

Okay, can we data worry about the mechanics right now? Let's just shoot

fucking scene. Shall we I suppose it's self lubricating to Absolutely

and she even has a self -adjusting vaginal diameter for that perfect fit.

You, little lady, are starting to freak me out.

Freak you out?

to service you.

Here you are, Mr. Fuse.

Oh, thanks.

Don't you have to, like, clean her or anything?

Nope. All the orifices are self -cleaning.

They flush themselves out with antiviral and antibacterial fluids.

So even if you're dirty, she's not.

Creepy, huh?

Even I get confused sometimes.

Wow.

I can't believe how real it is.

She's the future of your business.

Please.

All the details.

Even to the piercings.

She's absolutely the most perfect creature I've ever built.

Do you have a male version of this coming out, Pia?

We're working on it.

Why? You getting a little nervous?

I knew you'd be happy.

Very much am.

Word of the new MRA -5 droid had spread quickly.

She was the talk of the town.

And no one was more interested in the news than Duncan Caldwell, CEO of Real

Doll Industries.

A .K .A. The Competition.

I'm going to have to let you go, but again, thank you for bringing this

to my attention.

Is something wrong, sir?

You could say that.

It seems as though a ghost from our past has come back to haunt us.

That maggot retard Morris Lanning has again become a thorn in my side.

I thought that was taken care of.

As did I.

But apparently the rather sizable severance package we provided for him

enough to keep him away.

It seems as though he's used the money to further his research.

On my project.

But how?

I mean... Well, then perhaps you'd like to hazard a guess as to how it is that

he's on the set today with a prototype anapod.

Can't be me, I'll tell.

Thank you for coming so quickly. Mr. Coswell is waiting for you in his

What's the problem?

Corporate theft.

So you can of course see my dilemma.

All reports that have come back so far have said this prototype is the real

deal. And as far to pass as anything we have on the market today.

I don't have to tell you the implications of this.

So, in your perfect world, what do you see happening next?

I haven't decided yet.

It's my contention that a large portion of the prototype's inner workings were

developed here, while Mr. Lanning was employed by RealDoll.

Under my tutelage.

And thus, I own part of that doll.

Patent. Download right.

Endorsement money.

And any other future income that Dahl will provide, if it's made correctly,

can mean an incredible amount of money.

I think what Mr. Caldwell is trying to say is that much of the technology

and research that went into the droid is a vast collaboration of many

scientists here at Real Dahl.

And this Morris character committed corporate espionage.

Now, normally I'd have my lawyers drop cease and desist and patent infringement

orders on him until the most moral.

But given the sensitivity of the situation, I felt it might be best if we

handled it a little more covertly. We feel that it's better that no one finds

out about this, that it is handled as quickly and as quietly as possible.

That's my specialty.

Consider it taken care of.

But again, I need to know how you would like it taken care of.

Play nice, for now.

And make our position very clear.

He signs over all rights to the prototype, and in return, he'll receive

generous royalty for the advances he's produced.

And if he's uncooperative?

Make it clear that that would be a mistake.

I don't think Mr. Caldwell is insinuating that you do anything illegal

immoral. I think I understand the situation and Mr. Caldwell's position

It's always a pleasure.

I'll be in contact.

Miss Sweet?

After you.

All right.

Now let's see what you can do.

Upgrade operational.

That's a good boy.

Now let's show Mama just how smart she really is.

I love it.

I love it.

. .

.

Mmm.

Oh, yeah, fuck that tight little fucking hole.

Oh, fuck that tight little hole. Yeah, just like that.

Oh, fuck.

Ooh.

Mm, yeah, it's all fucking good.

All fucking good. Mm -hmm.

Yeah, it's all fucking good.

Oh.

Oh, God, yeah, fucking good.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, give it to me.

Now, if you can't find it.

Fucking dead.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck, yeah.

Fucking dead. Fucking android.

Fucking just like that. Yeah.

Yeah, both my dirty fucking holes.

Yeah. Oh, God, it does suck.

Fuck. Yeah.

Fucking robot crap.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Fuck it just like that.

yeah yeah

yeah yeah yeah

Oh, fuck yeah.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh,

fuck. Oh, God.

Oh, God, yeah. Yeah, that's it. Just like that. Fucking stop.

Fucking stop fucking that little holy dirty Android fuck.

That dirty fucking little...

I guess the online dating thing would be working out for you, isn't it?

Who the fuck are you?

You're worth a nightmare.

Where's Morph?

He's not here.

And the one they call Mira?

Not here either.

Well then, I guess you're going to have to relay him a message.

I forgot it!

And so I assume the lab was trashed?

So much for playing nice.

I am sorry, Mr. Caldwell.

I couldn't help myself.

Can we?

I don't think it would have been very effective anyway.

Perhaps not, but I guess we'll never know now.

All right, where is he? Where the fuck's that quick catalog, huh?

Sir, you'll have to calm down, or I'm going to call security.

Good! Amaya, I didn't call your boss too. Get his fucking ass down here.

Tell him Lanning's there.

I'm afraid Mr. Caldwell won't be able to see you today.

He has a very busy schedule.

Now listen, if you fucking call him right now, I'll rip that thing out of

head and call him myself.

There's a Mr.

Lanning here to see you, and he seems very upset.

Yeah, has the security been notified?

Very good. Just keep saying yes, and I understand.

When they arrive, have him removed from the premises.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, sir, I understand.

Yes.

The company was started 50 years ago.

Our primary output was sex toys.

Then, with the increase in global war, came the increase in injured military

personnel, driving up the demand for amputee appliances, of course.

Due to our unsurpassed realism, the military came to us to fashion

limbs.

From there, we branched out into animatronics and robotics.

And then, it was a natural progression into the production of droids.

You had all the parts.

Why not put them together?

Exactly.

And then, with the outbreak of HCL in C7, the demand for sex droids

and RealDoll was born.

At present, we offer 27 different models of Anabot.

Each of them comes with an infinite number of personal choices.

at their appearance.

For the man who has everything.

You could say that.

And we're also the leading supplier of sex anabots to the adult entertainment

industry.

That's our little problem.

Correct.

This is Danielle, our head lab technician.

She's in charge of research and development.

You must be the doll maker.

Like me.

She's our resident Geppetto.

Which would make him snuggle?

Impressive.

Quite.

Enjoyed your little tour, did you?

Ready to get back to our strategy session?

Danielle, how are things?

Great. The XRTs are adapting nicely to the new sensor chips, and the

modifications we made on the DTF7 line are working out very well.

Excellent.

Perhaps we should get together next week and go over progress and direction for

the SDR line.

Ladies?

Could be it, ladies.

The future site of Real Dolls MRA line.

95 ,000 square feet of anabot assembly line.

With an output of $40 a day, 250 production days a year, and an

average cost of $37 ,000 per unit.

That's $370 million a year.

That doesn't include service, upgrades, or accessories.

Figures like that make my dick hard just thinking about them.

Just one problem.

I can't get my hands on that damn doll.

Maybe that's because your hands are too busy everywhere else.

Come on, Bill.

You say, once more for old time's sake?

He doesn't quit, does he?

Nope.

I know you want it.

Fine.

But if you're going to do it, do it right.

The girl asked if I had one.

Okay, that's right.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Alright boys, looks like you guys are ready. It's time to cut the strings.

And dance for me.

Thank you.

Thank you

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, Miss Sweet, nice to see you again.

Mr. Lanning, Miss Sweet is here to see you.

Well, well, well.

Look what the cat drug is.

821.

I can't believe you even still have this old relic.

First of all, it's the best.

So, to what do I owe this little pleasure?

I'm afraid it's more business than pleasure.

If I remember correctly, you used to like to mitch the two now and again.

That was a long time ago.

Yeah, I yearn for the good old days.

Yeah, well, it's not the good old days anymore.

Quit fucking around, I'm not here to play games.

What, your boss sent you down here, did he?

Trying to talk some sense into me?

No. And if he knew I was here, he'd probably kill me. Well, you can turn to

off then.

Morris, please.

You know Duncan.

And you know what he's capable of.

You should just talk to him.

Hear what he has to say.

What? You mean give him what he wants?

No. I won't do that.

Anyway, it's way past that now. He fucked up the negotiation process. As

he sent his little she -devil bitch down, it'll bust up my shop.

Listen, you stubborn fuck. This is a no -win situation for you.

Even if you do get the rights to the doll, he's going to keep you tied up in

courts for so long you never see the light at the end of the tunnel.

You'll never get a dime.

Is that what you want?

All of this work for nothing?

Look at me.

What? What do you mean, what?

She's looking at it.

That's silly.

She's powered down for the night.

Yeah, I don't care.

Stop freaking me out. Go do something about it.

All right.

Mirror, power up.

Good evening, Mr. Lanning.

How may I service you?

Would you step into the next one, please?

Of course.

For what purpose?

Just wait for me.

Now, where were we?

You know, we're cool to have Mira join us.

Yeah, not on your lap. Okay.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

Oh.

Hmm.

That was fun.

Shit. Oh, relax.

What was that?

Nobody can know I was here.

Oh, great. So no bragging, then.

Damn, that fucking killed you.

Guy on the back way.

Yeah. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.

Sneak around like old times, huh?

I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was still here.

Burning the midnight oil, are we?

Something like that.

I'll let you finish.

Do you ever wonder if they know what's going on?

I'm guessing you're asking me if I think they have some sort of consciousness.

I often wonder the same thing.

Yeah, I get glimpses of it all the time.

Especially when I'm working on them.

It says that they feel what's happening to them.

Especially with the more complex models.

If it's any consolation, I have had the same exact conversation with your

predecessor.

He was positive that there was a link between the positronic brain and the

behavioral pattern.

That's why they fired him.

His theories didn't fit in with the direction that the board was trying to

the company.

They wanted their anabots very lifelike on the outside.

But on the inside, they wanted a simple machine.

Easy to program, easy to fix, and easy to control.

The general consensus was the more human something was, the more problems you'd

have with it in the long run.

I see. So he thought the droids were becoming more human on their own?

He did.

And he also thought that with a few simple programming changes, he could

them the ability to become even more so.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

What seems to be the malfunction?

Nothing, Meryl. We're just making some upgrades.

You're fine.

Are your senses reading that?

Yes. Good.

How about that?

Yes.

Very good.

And this?

Yes.

Perfect.

Trash mirror.

What is trash?

Waste product.

What is that?

That's the incinerator. You put the waste product in the incinerator and

it's gone.

See you soon.

Yellow.

Oh, it's you.

Yeah, doing it right now.

She looks amazing.

Now let me work my magic.

Toodles.

What is that movement?

What? Your sequential gyration.

Oh, you mean my dancing.

It looked fun.

The Morse didn't give you a dance program?

Performing analysis.

No data found.

Figures.

Well, I guess I'm just going to have to teach you how to shake yourself myself.

Shake my stuff?

Yeah, you know, your booty.

No, sit here. All right. What?

Good evening, everyone.

I'd like to welcome you to the ABN Expo Grand Opening.

Tonight, we'll be celebrating our 55th year, and this year promises to be

and better than ever before.

We'll be streaming to over 17 million viewers in 24 different

countries.

So have a few cocktails and enjoy the evening.

Whoa, you're so great.

Aren't you the sweet talker?

I can be.

You gonna be here for a minute?

We gotta hit the ladies' room.

You need any help?

Nice try.

Why don't you order me a martini?

I'm way bloodier when I'm drunk.

Don't move.

Mirror. Mirror.

It's too many.

Too many.

It's okay. Look. It's just a mirror.

See?

Reflection.

It's okay.

Stop. Calm down. Look.

Here's me.

And here's you.

It's just a reflection.

Okay?

Come on.

It's a bad habit. You do not need it.

Reflection. Reflection.

Go.

Wow.

What's going on here?

You know what happens every year?

Yep. Once the cock comes out, all over.

Happens every time.

As you ordered.

Oh, thank you.

You must really want to get your cock sucked.

Either that or you just want to suck my little antibiotic in.

All of the above.

Well, I respect your honesty.

Do I shake my stuff now?

Yes.

Let's have some fun.

Oh.

Approved.

Yeah.

It was as though the two were in some strange way connected.

It would appear that, like in humans, where one's first sexual partner would

always be remembered, the droid's imprinting mechanism had categorized

special.

He was her first, and had been stored in her memory banks as such.

Mira would look at him with very different eyes.

Loving eyes.

And as the two learned more and more about each other, they learned more

themselves and grew closer still.

Almost there.

Ready?

Yes, it is.

Almost as beautiful as you are.

What do you call it?

We call it the ocean.

The hydrogen monoxide.

The sand.

It would be easier if I showed you.

Come on.

Mira's thirst for knowledge was intriguing to Ryan.

Everything was a question.

And every answer brought a new question.

That is, until one.

What is this?

That's a crab.

Yes.

What is wrong with it?

It's dead.

What is dead?

It's when living beings, when life

forms, He explained it as best as he could, while trying not to frighten her.

He realized it was something she knew nothing about.

It wasn't programmed into her.

There was no downloadable application.

It was all up to him.

And it would turn out to be a very important lesson.

As odd as it seemed, the two friends became lovers.

The more they learned about each other, the less different they became.

Mira was assimilating.

She was slowly but surely becoming more and more human every day.

And Ryan started to find it easier and easier to forget that she was Mecca.

Ah, Mr. Lanning.

You had a chance to reconsider my proposal?

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Go fuck yourself.

I built her. Fucking my work, my technology.

Wrong answer.

Guess I'll see you in court, won't I?

No, you won't.

Hold him down.

So you're the one everyone's talking about, huh?

I can see all the excitement's about you.

Fuck! I'm putting you in touch. I'll fucking kill you!

Very nice, Mr. Lanning.

Fucking touch her!

Turn her on.

No, I won't!

I said, turn her on.

No! Never! I won't!

Plug the fucking bitch in!

No!

Do you want to watch this?

Or should I have my security droids take you out back and teach you a little

lesson? You fucker! I'll fucking kill you!

Mr. Manning, you are really starting to spoil the mood.

Take this piece of shit out back.

Dispose of him.

Sorry you had to see that, my dear.

But now that we're alone, we can get to know each other just a little better.

I don't know if you know this, but we go way back.

We have history.

And now we're about to have a future.

You are gonna make me a lot of...

Thank you.

Crank her up. Let's see what this baby can do. Yes, sir.

Mira did exactly what she was built for.

She fucked.

She was as sexy and as animated and as real as she was designed to be.

But there was something different.

Something missing.

The people on the set couldn't sense it.

But it was there.

She had evolved.

She could feel the difference.

between interfacing with the droid and making love to a human.

Mr. Spears, isn't it?

It's a pleasure.

She is a sight to behold, isn't she?

I understand you've already had the pleasure.

Lucky you.

We're actually thinking of limiting her work to solely with joy.

We could, of course, make an exception for you, though.

Oh, excuse me, will you?

Yes. At the end of it all, she was mildly unaffected.

She had run her sex program as she had a hundred times, followed the sequential

protocol, and all systems were operational.

That was until she saw Ryan.

At that moment, it all felt so wrong.

As she looked into his eyes,

She could see his pain and knew things were not as they should be.

Yes, we have you down.

We'll see you then.

Thank you.

Hi. I have an 11 o 'clock appointment with Miss Monica Sweet.

She's expecting you.

Well, I hope so. My secretary made the appointment some weeks ago. And you are?

Daniel Orenstein from Wicked Pictures.

We're interested in purchasing several of your 7 -series anabots.

Miss Fleet, there's a gentleman here from Wicked Pictures.

Does he have an 11 o 'clock appointment with you?

That's what I thought.

Okay.

Very good.

Thanks.

She says she doesn't know anything about a meeting.

But, since you're from Wicked Pictures, she'll make some time to come out and

see you.

If you could just be so kind and sign in right here, and then have a seat over

there until she comes to get you.

Thank you.

Mr. Ornstein, nice to finally meet you.

Who are you?

What are you trying to pull here?

I don't know what you think you're going to accomplish by being here, but it's

not going to work.

Oh, it better.

For your sake.

Is that a threat?

I don't know.

I guess that depends on you.

Follow me.

So what is it that you want?

We want Mira.

And we want your asshole of a boss to pay for what he did more.

That was unfortunate.

Unfortunate. We'll give you unfortunate.

Calm down.

That's not going to get us anywhere.

Calm down.

Okay.

I advised Mr. Lanning the way he was handling things could be dangerous.

Apparently he disregarded my words.

That's some Mr. Lanning bullshit.

Okay? I know you were there.

And I know you two used to be fuck buddies.

So quit fucking jerking us around and help us.

You need to face the cold, hard truth.

I'm not condoning what Caldwell did.

But Morse was a big boy and he knew exactly what he was getting himself

He took something that wasn't his.

He committed corporate espionage. And he knew one day Duncan would come after

him to extract his pound of flesh.

He killed him.

Yes.

And he'll do the same to you.

What is it?

That is where it all began.

You can consider that Mira's great -grandmother.

They call it the Eve chip.

as in the book of Genesis.

And on the sixth day, God created woman.

That's where it all started.

Fitting.

It starts here.

Then it ends here.

At least for Caldwell.

So, will you help us?

But you should leave now.

If you go up there and confront him, things will only end badly.

Please.

Go.

I don't know we can try.

Hmm.

Ah, that's sweet.

Pleasant surprise.

I was just getting our girl ready for a little show and tell over at SBO.

Care to join us?

Duncan, we need to talk.

Oh, that's perfect.

We can chat along the way.

Here, power up.

After you, ladies.

Yeah.

We're just about to take off.

She's with me now.

I see.

Well, we'll have to take care of that.

What is it? What's wrong?

There's been a change in plans. It seems as though we have a problem.

What do you mean?

What are you doing?

Firing you.

But it's over.

And you won. You always win.

Isn't that enough for you anymore?

It's never enough.

Here is the future of this company. I can't let you jeopardize that.

I'm sorry, Ms. Tweets, but consider yourself terminated.

Are you okay?

I guess so.

I always hated that arrogant prick.

I thought you too.

Yeah.

It's like they say, keep your friends close and your enemies close.

I can't thank you enough.

Do me a favor.

Take her away somewhere.

Far away from here.

Disappear. And don't come back.

At least for a little while.

There's nothing good for you here now.

Be safe.

And always remember.

You are my friend.

That's right.

And so droid and human were now as one.

They would remain together for as long as time would let them.

Miro would, of course, never really be human.

But with Ryan's help, she could continue to learn what being human was.

The joy.

The sorrow.

The love.

And for her, that would be enough.