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GlP 最新小说 The Doll 试阅  

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"He's a what?" 

"MX2426," Oshihara Mamoru repeated. "He's a prototype Doll."

"Which tells me nothing," I said and rubbed out the half smoked cigarette that had lost its taste. "A doll that does what?"

Oshihara sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his index and forefinger.

"That's privileged information," he said, his annoyance was thinly veiled. "Your job's to find him and bring him back. You don't need to know anything else."

I regarded him for a few moments, then glanced down at the glossy photo of the young man I was to find. I pressed the lighter into the near empty packet of cigarettes and stood up. In the over-sized meeting room with only three of us in the room, the slightest sound of my chair being pushed back was horrendously loud.

"Have a nice day gentlemen," I said as I shoved my cigarettes into my jacket pocket. 

"Mamoru," Crawford said his first words since I came into the room. "Tell him."

"Mr. Crawford…."

"Tell him," Crawford said again. The words and the voice were absolute. 

I halted by the doorway, thoroughly intrigued by the secret Oshihara had desperately wanted to keep.

"Yes sir..." Oshihara finally said.

I didn't move from the doorway.

"Mr. Lynch, something very valuable has been stolen from me. I would pay any price to have it back," Crawford said and gestured for me sit back down. "I understand you've never failed a case."

"My clients gets what they paid for," I said. "What is this valuable thing mean to you?"

He lowered his eyes and stared fixedly at the photo on the table. 

"He's a very expensive experiment," he said. "Something that took hundreds of millions of dollars and over 20 years to create."

I returned to my seat at the long conference table as he spoke.

"In some way," he continued. "He's like a child I had given birth to and raised. And then, someone took him away."

"This Doll had been taken by force?"

"We don't know. We could assume so," Oshihara said. "The last person seen with him was Dr. Soma, one of many scientists on several teams developing this Doll. Dr. Soma had not been seen since the Doll disappeared."

"Would this Doll know how to leave the facility he was developed in on its own?" 

"Hardly. He was conceived in a laboratory. It had never seen nor experienced anything outside the artificial environment we’ve given him."

"So what is he?" 

"He's a synthetic human. He looks, feels and reacts like a human. However, his behaviors does not function in same capacity. His behavior and emotions compliments the user's desires."

"So he's an interactive toy," I said.

Oshihara shrugged. "In layman's term I suppose.  But he isn’t a toy."

"When a synthetic human is made to fulfill desires," I said, “It’s a toy.”

 I looked at the picture again.  There were nothing about the young man that looked man-made.  

 Oshihara opened his mouth to speak, to correct me.  Crawford’s chuckle interrupted him instead.

"If it were that simple, Mr. Lynch.  It is what a thing like a Doll can return to humans," Crawford said. He reached for the picture and slid it toward himself. "A thing that will always be devoted to you and love you unconditionally.  A thing that can give you emotional and physical pleasure whenever and wherever you like, and tells you it will love you forever.  And it could and it will. A thing that will bear the human face and touch and scent of the one you love or a lost love."

Crawford looked up at me and tapped at the picture with a finger tip.

"An ideal. A lover all of us searched for, in the most perfect form as we imagined them to be in our minds all of our lives."

"You assume all of us look for the same thing in our lovers," I said after awhile. "What you described can easily fit the description of a family pet.  Well, except for the physical pleasure part unless you are into that.” 

Crawford's smile widened and he broke out in a peal of laughter that echoed in the room. It sounded insane. Nothing I had expected from one of the most powerful men in East Coast to sound like. 


"Mr. Crawford..." Oshihara said softly. 

Crawford held up his hand and shook his head. Gradually his laughter died down into labored breathing. 

"I'm fine, Mamoru," he said and took out his silk handkerchief. He dabbed at his eyes which had slightest sign of wetness to the corners of them. "Pardon me, Mr. Lynch."

I gave him a nod and took out my cigarette pack.  He waited patiently for me to tap out a cigarette and light it before he spoke.

"What kind of lover do you idealize, Mr. Lynch?" 

"I don't idealize someone like that," I said. "I fuck who I felt like fucking. I make love to who I felt like making love to. I like a little variety in my diet."

Oshihara flinched whenever I cursed but he said nothing.

"A Doll can be a whore and an intimate friend," Crawford said. "It can be whoever you want it to be, any time you wish."

"How does it know what I want?"

"It is programmed to be especially sensitive to the users needs. It can sense your desires through subtle gestures or words you communicate to it. It will know what you would like to have it do, even without it being told what to do.  It learns." Oshihara said. "Its body has been made specifically to heighten the pleasures of its users -- "

I broke into a smile and it made Oshihara stop speaking.

"What do you find so humorous about all of this?" He said.

"You don't?" I said and took in a long drag. "You're hiring me to bring back a sex toy.  A very advanced and expensive Dutch wife."

I blew out the thin line of smoke and watched it float up into the ceiling. 

"More than a sex toy, Mr. Lynch," Crawford said. He was restraining from laughing again from the forced tone of his voice. "He is both mother and father of the current inventory.  And he’s my property."

He pushed the photo toward me again. It slid across the polished surface of the table and rested inches away from me.

"Twenty million dollars," he said. "Half now and the rest when you have him back here safely. I also want Soma dead."

"Twenty million covers the Doll retrieval. Soma's an additional charge."

A corner of Crawford's mouth turned up into a grin. "Of course.  Two million bonus when I see the body."

"No one can know about this Doll," Oshihara cut in. "Or we will be forced to..."

He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't have to. I knew what he would say.

"Does this thing have a name?" I asked.

"He doesn’t have a name, just the part number.  But, he will answer to the name Kai." Crawford said.


 


I spent the rest of the day at the Crawford Corporate Headquarters viewing the most recent laboratory files on Kai with Oshihara's senior assistant, Dr. Moore. More precisely, the files were pornography without scripts. They were tests to gauge Kai's ability to flow into the character his users required him to be in. Role playing but it was played without a net.

"Do you find this disturbing?" Moore asked during the third disk which Kai had been physically abused for some time before he was raped. I called it rape although it was part of the game his users were playing with him.  He was crying and screaming and begging from the start. He was a convincing victim.  It bothered me to watch it. 

"This particular turn-on or the technology you've invested so much in came down to this?"

"Both," he said and lowered the volume on the display screen.

"I make no judgments on what people are into or how much they spend on their toys," I said. "I sleep better at night with that much less on my mind." 

"You must have an opinion on this."

I shrugged. On the screen, Kai was backhanded by one of the three men that held him down.  Kai curled up on his sides, trying to make himself smaller as he was screamed at.  He was crying so hard that he was shaking, as he was pulled up to his knees by his hair so one of the men could shove his cock into his mouth.

"I think this Doll and the entire project cheapens the meaning of life itself," I said.

 “I didn’t think you would be so profound, Mr. Lynch,” he said.  He sounded almost amused.

 “Sometimes I read, when I am not beating people or cleaning my guns.” 

Moore nodded and he was quiet for awhile. His eyes were focused on the screen, but I didn't think he was watching the scene as intently as he was watching Kai. Then he held up the controller and stopped the DVD player.

"He could have been so much more than this," Moore said as he exchanged the disk for another one. The blue screen leapt back to life with a different background.  A new test.

On the screen, Kai sat in a day bed reading a magazine. He was wearing a white dress shirt that was a few sizes too big.  It hung off him like a pajamas with the shirt tail coming down mid-thigh.  He appeared content, happy – as he leafed through the magazine.  He had nice legs. 

"Then why wasn't he?" I said.

Moore looked over to me then back to the screen.

"Because I don't own him."

A man in a blue three-piece suit entered the room and placed his briefcase by the doorway. Kai's face brightened as he flungthe magazine to the side and jumped out of the bed to embrace the man. I noticed Moore break into a small smile as the man wound his arms around Kai and held him. Kai told the man he had been lonely.

"Did Soma want to own him?" I asked.

Moore sighed. "Dr. Soma's a good man, but he's become too attached to the project. In some way, all of us have a relationship with Kai but as scientists, we all know he's only a product."

"He is that, on intellectual level. However, the point of your project's also to make this thing look and feel like a human. It's not entirely unreasonable for someone who had been in contact with Kai to form a human relationship with it."

"I suppose we've achieved our goal then," Moore said and smiled sadly.

On the screen, Kai curled up in the man's lap and napped as his hair was being stroked. 

"Besides Kai being the first, why is he important enough to cost 20 million?"

"Kai is special because he was first and the most complete Doll we have made. There are several hundred others in various stages of development but they didn't test as well as Kai had. We were not certain why that was...so you understand why we need to get him back." 

He paused. "...and Mr. Crawford had taken a particular liking to him."

"If I had a favorite car, I wouldn't lend it out to be driven by anyone who happened to have a license."

Moore laughed. "Well, that's why Mr. Crawford never watched any of the test sessions. He understood the Doll would take little to no damage in these tests, regardless how brutal some of the users were. For the Doll to be perfected, it's essential to test it against the worst conditions in a controlled environment rather than have the problems come out in an open one."

"What kind of problems?"

"The Doll becomes useless once it learns how to have emotions like a human. If Kai truly felt pain or sadness or worse, hate and anger…"

"I assume you meant in the moral sense you would have to abandon this project."

"Of course," he said. "But I think you believe all of this to be immoral, although you've said you do not judge."

"It doesn't matter what my beliefs are. It doesn't change the job."

Moore was quiet for sometime. On the screen, the man talked about his difficult day at work and Kai listened. Kai was just as good at offering solace as he was giving sex.

"Would you bring him back if Kai did change?" Moore asked.

"You mean if he did learn how to be human?" I said.  “Is it possible for an inorganic to learn to mimic organic responses?” 

"Theoretically, it can.  It’d been made to learn its owners’ wants and needs.  Even if the responses are artificial."

"Is that why Soma took him?"

Moore appeared to be started by my question but he hid it quickly. 

"It could be a lot of things why Dr. Soma took him. Kai's worth a lot of money."

"If there’s been a ransom demand, I am certain my services would not be needed."

"A Doll can be quite captivating," he said. "It's easy to be mesmerized by someone who can tell you with great conviction, that he loves you and would do anything for you."

"I take it that Soma was not the first to fall in love or lust with Kai in the 20 years."

"No, Dr. Soma wasn't the first. He was the only one that had been successful. There were at least five accounts of similar incidents, but they were all caught before they were able to make it out of the building."

"Then Soma had help."

"There’s no evidence of it," he said. "Would you bring him back if Kai had humanized?"

"Would you want me to?"

He smiled. "The decision's not mine to make. I do not have any ownership over him."

"You've phrased my answer exactly. What would you do with a failed product? Kai would become a liability if it humanized."

"Kai..." He said and looked back at the screen. "Kai's memories would be deleted and what he has been taught for twenty years would have to be re-learned again. All of this -- " he said and gestured at the stacks of DVD of the filmed tests. "Has to happen all over again."

“Somehow I don't think Mr. Crawford will let his memories be deleted," I said. 

"This is just between you and me," he said. "I hope to God he doesn't end up with Mr. Crawford if that happened."

He lowered his voice into a whisper. I barely heard him when he said, "If that day comes, I hope it had also learned to take its own life."

TBC
 
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