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“It’s not right. This doesn’t even act like a real cat.” She sighed.
“What do you mean?” the Chamber asked.
“I can’t explain it. It just doesn’t. It doesn’t even play or anything. It just lays there and purrs,” she said as she scratched its head.
“I took it from your memory. If you want it to play, then make it play. It is yours to control,” the Chamber said. Rhylie frowned.
“That doesn’t make it a real cat,” she said stubbornly.
“If you cut it, it will bleed,” said the Chamber.
“That doesn’t make it real either,” Rhylie shot back angrily. “That doesn’t make any of this real.”
“But this is all real, Gota,” the Chamber said. “Anything you desire can be fabricated. You do not have to remain here in your parent’s compartment alone.”
“I like it here,” she said stubbornly. “It makes me feel safe.”
“I see. Perhaps you would feel even more secure if you had someone to keep you company,” the Chamber said.
“I have company,” Rhylie said rigidly, and lay back down beside her cat. “I don’t care if it’s real or not.” She didn’t like where this conversation was headed.
“What about Ryan?” the Chamber asked. Rhylie’s stomach lurched.
“No. No. I can’t,” Rhylie stammered. “It wouldn’t be right-”
“Hey sugar,” Ryan’s voice came from behind her. She rolled off the couch, dumping her cat on the floor and stood up. Her ex-boyfriend was in the kitchen cooking something. It smelled like breakfast. “Did you sleep well?” Rhylie’s mouth dropped open. He was shirtless and had that boyish grin she remembered so very well.
“No,” she said. “Don’t. Don’t do this. Please.”
“No?” he asked. “Is something wrong?”
“No, this can’t happen,” she said. “Make him go away.”
“What are you talking about, Gota?” he asked. “Make who go away? Me?” She clenched her jaw.
“You know what I’m talking about,” she said angrily. Ryan froze in place, a shocked expression on his face. The smell of breakfast vanished from the air.
“Do you desire for me to execute him?” the Chamber asked.
“No!” she exclaimed. “What kind of question is that?”
“That is what it would require,” the Chamber responded. “He is alive now. He is yours. Just as you always wanted.” The thought was both frightening and comforting. Frighteningly comforting. She felt sick to her stomach, and then the pains began.
She dropped to her knees as her stomach clenched involuntarily as though making a fist. Clear, watery fluid began to drain from her, running down her thighs in steady rivulets that soon turned into streams. Something broke inside of her and she felt a gush of warmth flood from her womb, soaking the carpet. She howled as the pain sent a wave of heat flashing across the surface of her skin followed by a sheen of sweat. The door swirled open and the doctor walked in with her assistants. The apartment reformed around her into a fabrication of the testing room. Rhylie didn’t even notice as the tabled formed beneath her, restraining her as though she were in birthing stirrups.
Her breasts were on fire as she began to lactate, producing trickles of milk that streamed steadily down the curvature of her enlarged breasts. It seemed like an eternity had passed before she gave birth to a fat, healthy baby with a tassel of fine black hair atop its head. It had her dark eyes and button nose.
“Remove it,” the doctor said flatly.
“Where are you taking it?” she demanded to know. She was covered in sweat and her hair was plastered to her head. A pool of watery blood and afterbirth spread across the table. They wouldn’t really take it from her would they? It was her baby!
“He must be destroyed,” the doctor said coolly, as though she were talking about a stray dog. “We cannot allow him to live.” Rhylie howled wordlessly as she struggled against her bonds. The doctor cocked her head to the side, a slight
“What do you mean?” the Chamber asked.
“I can’t explain it. It just doesn’t. It doesn’t even play or anything. It just lays there and purrs,” she said as she scratched its head.
“I took it from your memory. If you want it to play, then make it play. It is yours to control,” the Chamber said. Rhylie frowned.
“That doesn’t make it a real cat,” she said stubbornly.
“If you cut it, it will bleed,” said the Chamber.
“That doesn’t make it real either,” Rhylie shot back angrily. “That doesn’t make any of this real.”
“But this is all real, Gota,” the Chamber said. “Anything you desire can be fabricated. You do not have to remain here in your parent’s compartment alone.”
“I like it here,” she said stubbornly. “It makes me feel safe.”
“I see. Perhaps you would feel even more secure if you had someone to keep you company,” the Chamber said.
“I have company,” Rhylie said rigidly, and lay back down beside her cat. “I don’t care if it’s real or not.” She didn’t like where this conversation was headed.
“What about Ryan?” the Chamber asked. Rhylie’s stomach lurched.
“No. No. I can’t,” Rhylie stammered. “It wouldn’t be right-”
“Hey sugar,” Ryan’s voice came from behind her. She rolled off the couch, dumping her cat on the floor and stood up. Her ex-boyfriend was in the kitchen cooking something. It smelled like breakfast. “Did you sleep well?” Rhylie’s mouth dropped open. He was shirtless and had that boyish grin she remembered so very well.
“No,” she said. “Don’t. Don’t do this. Please.”
“No?” he asked. “Is something wrong?”
“No, this can’t happen,” she said. “Make him go away.”
“What are you talking about, Gota?” he asked. “Make who go away? Me?” She clenched her jaw.
“You know what I’m talking about,” she said angrily. Ryan froze in place, a shocked expression on his face. The smell of breakfast vanished from the air.
“Do you desire for me to execute him?” the Chamber asked.
“No!” she exclaimed. “What kind of question is that?”
“That is what it would require,” the Chamber responded. “He is alive now. He is yours. Just as you always wanted.” The thought was both frightening and comforting. Frighteningly comforting. She felt sick to her stomach, and then the pains began.
She dropped to her knees as her stomach clenched involuntarily as though making a fist. Clear, watery fluid began to drain from her, running down her thighs in steady rivulets that soon turned into streams. Something broke inside of her and she felt a gush of warmth flood from her womb, soaking the carpet. She howled as the pain sent a wave of heat flashing across the surface of her skin followed by a sheen of sweat. The door swirled open and the doctor walked in with her assistants. The apartment reformed around her into a fabrication of the testing room. Rhylie didn’t even notice as the tabled formed beneath her, restraining her as though she were in birthing stirrups.
Her breasts were on fire as she began to lactate, producing trickles of milk that streamed steadily down the curvature of her enlarged breasts. It seemed like an eternity had passed before she gave birth to a fat, healthy baby with a tassel of fine black hair atop its head. It had her dark eyes and button nose.
“Remove it,” the doctor said flatly.
“Where are you taking it?” she demanded to know. She was covered in sweat and her hair was plastered to her head. A pool of watery blood and afterbirth spread across the table. They wouldn’t really take it from her would they? It was her baby!
“He must be destroyed,” the doctor said coolly, as though she were talking about a stray dog. “We cannot allow him to live.” Rhylie howled wordlessly as she struggled against her bonds. The doctor cocked her head to the side, a slight
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