Light on Bodies Alone

[Morgan Redeaux]

Morgan was ecstatic that Mr. Irani had agreed to help her and beamed up with him with her large doe-eyes. The clinic was located in the Underworld near the Vos Gesal Hotel, a popular resting place for entertainers and dancers. After they emerged from the transport, she motioned to the hotel and said, “Maybe that’s where we can do the testing since it’s close by.” With a sly smile she added, “I’m not sure I can wait to get back to the penthouse after it’s all done. I’ve been curious about this for as long as I can remember.” And if the businessman could afford this repair, operation, upgrade – whatever you would call it – she was done fretting about him paying for anything now, even the hotel room. The man had just purchased a priceless art collection after all. He could afford a VIP suite and king-sized bed in the Vos Gesal.

The clinic itself was on a lower level of an HRD repair shop which made sense since your run-of-the-mill mechanic could not execute these types of specifications. The engineer who owned the clinic was a human male in his thirties and wore glasses and a lab coat like a medical professional would. But Mr. Irani would see all manners of droids, large and to extremely small which would presumably help him with these upgrades. He also appeared to have Mrlssi assistant to help him as the entire process would involve a delicate combination of re-programming her circuitry, coupled with physical changes to her synthskin and biofiber.

“Come in,” he said greeting them both warmly. Then he turned to address the Duke and not Morgan. “I’ve done this type of repair many times. You won’t be disappointed. I don’t really think of myself as a mechanic. What I do is more like what a surgeon does, so you can call me Dr. Gerhold.”
He introduced the Mrlssi. “This is my programmer Anso. He will be re-programming her and I will be doing the work on her body. The whole operation won’t take more than an hour. Which sounds like a long time, but I take great care in what I do and want to make sure neither of you are back here for fixes anytime soon.” It was all very clinical so far and Morgan herself didn’t appear afraid or even ashamed. She stood beside Darell Irani just listening and waiting for the whole thing to begin.

“So I guess I have to start with some questions.” He again looked at Mr. Irani who motioned that Morgan would answer, so then Dr. Gerhold addressed the HRD: “What would you like to feel and where?”

“Everything I suppose."

As she spoke he typed her responses into a datapad. “Pleasure and pain?”

She gave a side glance to Mr. Irani to assess his reaction and said, “No pain if it can be avoided."

“Won’t be a problem. Pleasure only.” He said and he winked at Mr. Irani. “Where exactly, my dear. You are going to have to be specific as I won’t be able to install your nerve sensors everywhere.”

Morgan examined data entries for female human anatomy so she would be better prepared to answer all of these questions. She could guess as to how and where she wanted everything to feel, but why do all of that guesswork when the answers were right in her own memory chip? After reviewing the data in a few milliseconds and looking again at the handsome businessman beside her, she began listing her requests in the order of how she would like to be touched or kissed: “I would like to feel pleasure in my lips and maybe around my ears. And then down to my neck. That is apparently a sensitive area for females. Would it help if I disrobed to show you?” she asked.

“Please do.”

She turned around and allowed Darell to unzip her outfit and then she shimmied out of it, kicking it away with long show-girl legs once she stepped out of the pool of fabric. After a demonstration of what she upgrades she wanted, Dr. Gerhold put Morgan on the repair table which looked for all intensive purposes like an operating table and he and the Mrlssi and the droids went to work. Morgan was disabled because presumably if nerve sensors were being installed she may feel something towards the end of the operation.

“There are holomagazines over there if you’d like to wait outside or you can watch. Doesn’t matter to me,” said the doctor as he sliced into the protocol droid’s synthskin starting with her neck.

[member="Darell Irani"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

Darell Irani was a man of taste and quiet dignity, to him watching a HRD being dismantled and cut up for upgrades wasn’t something that truly winded him up or otherwise gave him pleasure. It was simply a procedure for her to get what she wanted, and as such Darell himself had no need to be around and watch in the meanwhile… yet he stayed all the same. It wasn’t clear why he had decided on staying, nothing out of his expression or words spoke concern or anything else, and yet it hadn’t felt right to leave the sweet droid alone with this man.

Oh, he was one of the professionals alright, Irani wouldn’t have otherwise contacted him. But even the most professionals and doctors of the Underworld where just that, Underworld. And that made him no better than common filth in some circles, whilst Darell wasn’t really all that concerned with status and things like that?

He didn’t want to leave her alone, just to be certain that some respect would be afforded to the droid and that was simply the way it would be.

So Irani leaned against the wall, his presence saturated the room and he simply hummed to some kind of tune that only really existed in his head. Minutes, seconds, hours or days, the businessman was a patient individual.

The wait could be endured.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Once Dr. Gerhold completely opened Morgan up, she looked much less like a human and very much like the machine she was. With her synthskin peeled back, Mr. Irani would be able to see all of the wiring and circuitry woven in and out of a durasteel frame. Anso, the Mrlssi had his console hooked up to the port in the back of the droid’s neck, and as the doctor worked on the physical aspect of the upgrades, Anso would install the programmatic elements. The HRD engineer rarely spoke while he worked, presumably requiring an enormous amount of concentration for such a delicate procedure, but he occasionally gave Darell Irani commentary on what he was doing.

“These are nerve nodes,” he said selecting a bundle of wires and small parts. “They will be placed beneath her synthskin in the places she indicated. You won’t be able to feel them. They will be completely nonvisible from the surface. But she will definitely feel them,” he smirked.

The engineer worked dutifully and wasted little time; as promised the upgrades were done in just under an hour and her skin completely patched up. Like an expert plastic surgeon, Dr. Gerhold did a great job making it look like the HRD wasn’t sliced and diced from head to toe. Morgan was rebooted and awoke, still undressed. After she sat upright, she began to touch her lips gently and then behind her ear and then her fingers trailed down her slender neck to rest on her graceful collarbone. A look of pure fascination enveloped her face.

“Wow,” is all she could say.

Dr.Gerhold, feeling some modesty for the droid, brought over a sheet, the kind you would see in surgery. He draped it across her body, but Morgan could care less about her nudity. She was too busy trying out the nerve nodes and what they felt like with slight pressure versus firm. And as the HRD engineer also promised, she didn’t feel any pain. Only the tingling sensation of pleasure so unlike anything she had experienced before.

“I can’t even begin to describe it, Mr. Irani,” she said beaming over at him. “Would you come over here and give it a try?” she asked, reaching out for his hand. She wanted to see how different the sensation felt when someone else was touching her.

[member="Darell Irani"]