章 42: Connecting With the Major
"So, this is your new house?"
Motoko leans against the doorway to the master bedroom, wearing her white pants and leotard top. The way that this woman pulls off these cyberpunk outfits is something of a mystery. Though anything can look good when it's attached to a drop-dead gorgeous woman like her. She leans more into the cocky and confident Motoko from Stand Alone Complex than the ghostly, ephemeral look from the movies.
The bedroom is a sad sight indeed. A huge, plaster white chamber with overly large windows and a single double mattress thrown onto the floor. Most of the fittings in your old apartment belonged to the landlord – this is one of the few things that you purchased with your own money. Not that you want to bring some of that busted old furniture with you into your brand-new mansion.
"I know. It's not a pretty sight."
Motoko laughs under her breath, "It reminds me of my apartment when I first moved in. I wondered what the hell I was going to do with all of the space."
"No suggestions?"
"I still don't know what to do with it."
"Well, Rias and her Mother are going to get their fingers all over this place soon. We have a pack of contractors lined up to get it into shape, and make it less tacky."
"Tacky…"
"It's tacky," you reiterate, "They were going to put a gold-plated bathroom in here or something."
There's a moment of silence as you both investigate the bedroom further. Motoko is right, it's huge! You can't even begin to fathom what you're going to do with all of this space. Even the largest of harem sized beds couldn't hope to justify a bedchamber like this. You could fit three large sitting areas, multiple walk-in wardrobes, and a full entertainment centre easily – with room to spare. That's what you're going to have to do, these white distant walls make it feel like a hospital.
You laugh and flop back down onto your artistically placed bed, "How's work treating you?"
"Work?"
"Well, I assume you didn't come here just to look at this dull house. Even a lady like you needs rest and relaxation sometimes."
"I usually call up a few friends and…" Motoko stops herself before she lets slip anything too personal to you. You already have a good idea of what those friends of hers did when they visited her apartment, even if it was never explicitly shown in SAC. "Never mind," she says, "I can't say anything. It's classified."
"Yeah? I don't live in your world. How could I leak whatever you tell me?"
Motoko sits down next to you, "It's the principle. If I start talking about work with you, I might say something to someone else. The last thing I want to do is mix my professional and personal lives like that." Considering how much of a workaholic she is, that balance is already way out of whack. "I haven't visited in a while. That's all."
You think back to how much time you've spent with the others, particularly the ORC; "Jealous?"
Motoko turned her head to the ceiling defiantly, "I don't get jealous."
"I mean, I don't really get the complexities of having a polyamorous relationship myself. If you want me to spend more time with you – just come out and say it directly. I'm always open to killing a few hours with one of my girlfriends."
"Oh, I'm a girlfriend now?
That puts a chill through you, "We both know how this works by now. You wouldn't put up with me if you didn't like me."
Motoko has to relent, "Ugh. I don't like the word. Everything I've done with other people has been casual."
"It can be casual if you want – you can call this whatever you want it to be."
That seems to settle Motoko's anxiety for the moment. This is a woman who's never had the chance to form a romantic attachment to another person, or at the very least this is much more of a whirlwind relationship than she's used to. It's easy for her to call some 'friends' over to warm her bed for a few hours, it's another thing entirely to open up to you.
Motoko tried to regain control of the conversation, "You're turning green with envy as well. You already know what I meant a second ago, don't you?"
"I don't draw conclusions based on the 'fictional' version of you, but yeah – I get it."
"Hm. Then I suppose we should even the score a little first."
Before you can ask what Motoko means, she begins to undress herself. It is a convoluted and messy process, but soon enough she is left in nothing but a pair of hip riding black panties. This body is just as toned and sexy as the other one, though the additional anatomical detail makes it more appealing in your eyes.
"I am a little curious about your body."
Motoko quirks her brow, "You seemed to know a lot about it when we first met."
"Sure – based on what I saw in your show. But there's a world of difference between watching an animated TV series and seeing the real thing."
Motoko reclines on your crappy mattress – almost completely naked. It makes you wish that you had purchased a proper bed first, but what can you do about it now? Her claims that this body were anatomically correct pass muster. There isn't a seam line to be seen. If you didn't know any better you'd swear that she isn't a cyborg at all.
"Get down here," she demands, patting a spot next to her.
You do as the Major orders and sit down beside her. She pulls your hand over and places it against an extremely toned stomach. The warmth against your hands feels authentic, and there's just the right amount of give that makes it feel like there is muscle and fat below as well.
"That's amazing," you can't help but gawk, "It feels real."
"Correct. A recreational body like this is designed to lessen symptoms of psychological distress for the person occupying it. The joint tolerances, strength and the heat calculation system are all based on real human data."
"What's a 'work' body like?"
"Not so much care is given to the little details, not for a military grade body like I use. You can see the seams where the different parts are connected to increase flexibility. It feels as hard as the alloy they use to make them, and the heat simulation is constrained to the operator's sensory system."
And as she had previously mentioned, no nipples or vagina. At least not ones that operated with the same level of realism as the ones she has now. You crane your head around the back of her neck and see the six ports that rest there. When not in use, they're covered by small, round, skin coloured tops that protect them from dust. It's the only indication that her body isn't real.
"Do you find those interesting?" she chuckles. Of all the things to look at first…
"It's just… you don't see cyborgs in this world, not yet anyway. It's amazing what they can do where you come from. People losing limbs, or even more, capable of surviving and living through this kind of technology."
On their own they aren't that amazing. There are small metallic lines imprinted into the skin that form a flower-like pattern and surround each port. For Motoko it's nothing special. This is something that she uses every day, just like how you use a pair of headphones or connect a piece of machinery. But to see it installed into a living person is another matter.
"There's nothing to interface with here," Motoko says as you move back to a sitting position, "But in Tokyo it's near impossible to find someone without a cyberbrain. It's integral to everyday life."
"Nearly impossible?"
"Some people prefer to stay completely organic, despite the promised increase in mental processing ability and extended life expectancy. It's difficult, but possible."
"If you had the chance, would you have retained more of your body?"
Motoko takes a moment to consider her answer, "That depends. I don't remember a time where I was in my original body. It's convenient for my job, but maintaining the systems that are needed to keep me alive is a long and boring process. It's healthier for me to imagine a near future where I won't require so much preventative care."
"That was a stupid question," you admit.
"I'm used to frank conversations in various states of undress," Motoko says, "Do you want to sleep with me or not?"
You stare at her for a second before nodding mutely.
Motoko smirks, "That's all you needed to say. Now get your clothes off."
You aren't going to refuse an order from the Major. You quickly remove your shoes, socks, shirt and pants – leaving you in a similar state of undress as Motoko. She wraps her arms around your neck and drags you down onto the mattress, moving in and capturing your lips in a confident kiss. Your hands are eager to feel her artificial body, finally coming to a rest on each of her large, plush butt cheeks. Her breasts push into you as you entangle even closer, the heat of her breath spilling out over your face makes you feel dizzy with excitement.
She pulls back with that same confident smile, "I'm going to show you how a real woman does things – those devils have the bodies, but not the experience."
Oh, and you're the jealous one?
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