The Monster - Redux

[ozme52]

The Story - How It All Began

Doctor Francis Nathaniel Stiner

Frank Stiner wanted to be a doctor ever since he was a young boy. Along the way he was diverted to research and specifically medical research. Now, considered one of the foremost experts in the possible regeneration of limbs, Dr. Stiner has strayed into yet another sub-specialty, the reanimation of human tissue. He has spent the last five years on this particular project. Most of that time was spent assembling body parts into, in essence, a cadaver. But a cadaver unique in it’s biochemistry.

Originally, the intention was to reanimate the flesh and use the body for limb regeneration experiments. But in the back of Dr. Stiner’s mind is the possibility that this might become an answer to the chronic shortage of replacement organs. If this unique body can be harvested for AND re-grow vital organs… Well the benefits to mankind would be enormous.

Tonight everything is ready. Dr. Stiner has been promised the full output of the University’s new experimental fusion reactor. The body sits in a vat of chemical isotopes and organic nutrients. Every cell of the body has been supersaturated by the chemical stew.

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Journal Entry: 6, October 2026 16:26

Tonight I will make the attempt. The body is ready. I have done all I can to prepare it. It's sitting in the chemical vat, saturated with the nutrients the individual cells will need when they come to life.

The last component became available last night. A tragic automotive accident has left the victim brain dead. But the brain stem is intact and it will serve to regulate the autonomic functions of the body.

All that is needed is that elusive spark that is the essence of life. I think I know how to create it.


Journal Entry: 6, October 2026 23:45

Alive!! It's Alive!!


Journal Entry: 10, October 2026 10:00

The last four days have gone better than I could have hoped. The body is still viable, thriving in fact. I am ready to begin the first experiment in limb regeneration but am reluctant to do so. The body is so perfect… I feel that taking the hand off would somehow be wrong.

There is also some curious readings coming from the cerebral cortex. The brain I harvested seems to be repairing itself. I think I’ll wait a couple more days.

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OOC: This is a closed thread for Delicious Maiden and Oz.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

From death ... to mere ... existence ... ?

Existence hanging by a thread, a thread tenuous and yet stubbornly sustaining.
A previous myriad of thought, emotion and intellect quite lost.
And yet still the pulse, the automatic throbbing of sustenance continues.
Mere autonomy keeps physical life in the body when all cerebral activity is lost, all identity erased.

And then even that iota of activity is destroyed.
Wrenched free from the life it maintained, the connection is severed to leave the body to die.
The body’s systems shut down.
Physical degeneration begins.
Death is absolute.

The brain, already erased of personality, loses every impulse, every reflex.
A lifeless organ.
Yes it is carefully preserved, rapidly transported.
Meticulously the brain is implanted.
The most tenuous of links from brain to host body is made.
The physical placement complete, the brain is left to adjust as the body is subjected to electrical impulses, combinations, strengths until at last a spark connects.

Gradually … the brain emits a single pulse … leading to a double … then a multiple charge passes from organ to body.

Irregular … unfamiliar … each successful transmission leads to a steadier, stronger rhythm as the brain relearns the essential throb necessary to power and maintain flesh and blood.
As if the ignition has been turned, the brain functions mechanically.
The life form is maintained, cells kept alive, the physicality intact.

Afterall, following such trauma it is impossible that environmental stimulus can cause any form of response.

And yet …

The warmth, the unending provision of nutrition, the stable environment stimulates growth … regeneration …
linking brain securely to body … and seeping into the dormant cortexes of the harvested brain …

 

[ozme52]

Journal Entry: 15, October 2026 06:00

The EEG readings continue to "improve" but I use the word not knowing exactly what I mean. There was nothing there, just pieces and the brain stem.

I contemplated a physical inspection but am loathe to interrupt whatever is happening within that skull. The MRI shows substantial regrowth.

Kidneys, livers, hearts and more, but I never contemplated the generation of neural tissue as one of the benefits of RRT. Is it possible to grow an entire brain? And what then? Implant the engrams of a dying person? Can it be taught from scratch? Is that even possible? It's not a natal brain....

Grow a work force? That smacks of all the debate when cloning was still thought possible. But knowing it's possible is not the same as doing? Is this wise? Can one even gain wisdom in the absence of knowledge? These are issues I am too tired to contemplate.

I was taking vital signs and drawing blood for another biochemistry work-up when I saw REMs. Could it really be dreaming? About what? There can be no memories left, the destruction was too complete. Is it taking in environmental clues? Can it hear me working? Feel me when I take blood. Is that what's happening? It's cataloguing these few new sensory inputs?

Last night I moved a cot into the lab and spent the night.


Journal Entry: 17, October 2026 10:00

I find myself eerily drawn to the body. I catch myself gazing at the face wondering what is happening inside her. Even that sentence, "her" instead of "it." When did that change?

The REM activity is more constant. The EEG's are beginning to take on the characteristics of normal adult human brain activity.

I have written the university oversight committee and told them I'm delaying the regeneration experiment. Let them infer the reanimation has not gone as expected.....

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Real Time - SRP Style


I was standing over the body when I realized my thoughts had drifted and I was no longer thinking about changing the mix of nutrients.

I'm startled to find myself stroking her brow with an almost tender affection. What's happening to me? How can I even begin to think of this thing as a person. I made it!! It's no more human than a petrie dish of protozoa.

I must come to my senses!!

Then it happened. I withdrew my hand from her brow... and her eyes opened!!

Only for a moment... but I swear, it wasn't an autonomic reflex.

She looked at me.


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OOC: RRT - Reanimated Regeneration Technology. I figure we need at least one bogus acronym. It's science after all.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Stimulus from beyond ...

I am warm.

Warmth … temperature constant … blood flowing at a regular rate.
Information taken in by the brain to perform its mechanical task.
No need for veins to retract to maintain core temperature, nor any necessity to flood the skin’s surface with an effusion of blood in order to cool.

… my environment … stable … systems … functioning …

Sensory information is all-encompassing, constant.
Adaptation of body systems unnecessary.
The reflex plays over and over and yet slowly cerebral activity increases and subtly alters awareness.

… comfort … security …

This emotional response fills the cerebral cortex and affects every function, stimulating growth of organs and regeneration of the brain.

I sense… images … shapes … changes … movement … data …
around … outside … beyond … stimulus … changing …
a pattern … response … learned cycle … understanding … safe …

Responses to external environment.
Agitation when new stimulus induces increased brain activity.
Return to normal levels when brain has understood the cause and effect of sensory information processed.

… stimulus … anxiety … localised … repeated …
a sensation … warm … soft … anxiety giving way to … comfort … security …
the cycle … touch … warmth …

And then no more.

Emotions crowd the brain. No sense.
An urge to have stimulus repeat.
A rush of information.
The reflex movement … a rush of data … light … shape … movement …
More and more, activity, anxiety until the system overloads.

Eyes flutter slowly shut blocking all additional sensory input.
Within the brain activity runs at a maximum, in an effort to make sense of the learned sensations of light and movement as experienced by sight.
Now the outside world has intruded upon this being’s egocentric world, the brain seems to race drawing instinctively on buried response and reasoning to rapidly make sense of the new learning.

This time I control the movement … opening to face the light beyond … easier …a learned action …
I repeat it .. open … shut … open …
This light does not hurt now … I see a shape … an outline … movement …
I focus … concentrate … I want to understand … but not strong enough … tired …
The shutter falls once more. I want to reach out, but I’m trapped within my body.

 

[ozme52]

Journal Entry: 20, October 2026 18:00

It has been three days since the subject's eyes first opened. That was followed by a rush of EEG activity and renewed periods of REM. But the last 24 hours seemed to be a setback. Almost nothing outside of the original experiment control numbers.

On a hunch, I rescanned the body using the MRI. The brain's topology is now nearly normal for a full grown adult. Almost no remainng areas of damage.

I don't know what to think, I don't know what to expect.

I don't even know what I want. Am I hoping it was all an anomoly and now it's time to begin the regeneration experiments, or am I secretly hoping that somehow she will wake up, as if she were just a normal patient in a prolonged coma....

Regardless, there's not much time. One way or another, I will have to write a progress report by the end of the month... and then if there is no change of status here, the experiments will begin... regardless.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

First response ...

Dreams … locked as disjointed images play deep within …
Though seemingly dormant, the brain works developing instinct and awareness understanding that it is no longer an isolated organ, but a being.
Crude senses fine tune, actively seeking information of a world beyond.

”… light then dark … light … then dark … movement beyond my closed eyes.
Dreams … gone … images forgotten …
Heaviness … a cloud … lifting … need to draw away … away from the darkness …
Eyelids flutter open … blinking … so bright … light … hurting …
I turn my head … move it away … better … shapes … all around … strange …
I feel a touch … soft… my head turns back towards the source
Lights are dimmer now … a shape moves close …
I blink and read the image … an object like all the others around me … but …
Quickly reason crashes in on me … I’m seeing a face … another person ..
Who? … Where? … Wh…
Questions fill my head…too many … scared … panic …
Again a touch … warm … gentle … remembered … somehow … in a dream?
Over … over ... strokes … soothes …lulls …
Muscles in face relax … mouth pulls up … a smile …
Eyes focus steadily on the face beyond the touch …
Then close peacefully … new warmth … a connection …
Not alone … “

 

[ozme52]

I sat there at my work table, rereading the journal entry I just finished. Unsure of myself, of what I really wanted.

This project has takem up so much of my time, I haven't seen my friends in weeks. Their phone messages have begun to grow concerned about my prolonged absence and they're all worried I'm working too hard.

Just about then, I felt the hairs on my neck rise. Something had changed. I turned to look behind me and saw her head turning away, again "looking" straight up... but had she been watching me?

I rushed over. The face looked strained. If I didn't know better I would have said fearful and I unconsciously once again began stroking her brow...

...her eyes opened again!!! She blinked and stared right at me. I couldn't help myself and grinned the biggest stupidest grin ever grinned by a man,

...and somehow that seemed to make a difference and the strained look left her face and a hint of a smile touched her lips,

...and damned if I'm lying but I swear I heard her sigh with content and then she, well, she fell asleep.

I looked at the EEG and damn, that's exactly what she was doing. Sleeping.

I sat there, stroking her forehead and somewhere along the way I'd taken up her hand and held it in mine.

That's the last thing I remember before falling asleep, sitting there by her side.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deep … content … warm … secure …
Rested … I stir … aware of … something … some change …
Not understanding …

I pull my eyes open. The lids respond instantly.
So much easier this time …
I blink … I know now how that will help.

The light … not as bright …
Different ... what ...
I search ... want to understand ...
I begin to move my head, but what ...
I halt ... same feeling ... same touch...
A hand … resting … warm .. unmoving …
I take a breath … remember … the face …
Not alone …
Must be close … somewhere …

Don't want to move my head.
That touch makes me feel .... safe ...
My eyes search ... dart around … shapes clearer…
I’m curious … don’t understand what I see … different ...
I glance down … shock ... halting.
That strangeness … an strange form laid … a weight …
I feel it … bearing down upon me ..
Trapped ... can't free myself from under it.

I try to summon movement … the movement of my arm is sudden. ... stiff … clumsily at first … I move it slowly … over and over ... adjusting … controlling …
Yes ... feels good ... to move ...
I concentrate ... more easily now ... I raise the opposite right limb.
Stiff … an effort … but then easier...

A strange sensation fills me … it's moving!
I reach out … towards it … freezing as I make contact.
Fingers … suddenly I remember… tentatively I move them …
The softness caresses them … fingers stroking …
I remember what it felt like to be stroked the first time I awoke.
I try to do the same ... a light rhythm ....
Warm .. soft … sighing … peaceful.

Sudden movement.
Breathing quickens … panic …
My hands thrown free. Where are they? … lost …
I focus ... try to control them ...
One .. than the other … flexing … lifting …
I draw them back towards me …


My eyes raise … seeking to understand ... what changed ...
The face … familiar … I smile … eyes blinking …
The face moves ... the eyes ... mouth ... communication ...
Listen … I have to listen … I frown in concentration … trying to make sense …

The words … familiar … yet … so quick … so many …
I don’t understand … my brain cannot seem to make sense …
How to tell … ? How to ask?
My throat .. so dry … so …
Lick lips … mouth opening … closing … silence …
..help me ...

 

[ozme52]

I dreamt. Running through the fields of tall grass, playing hide and seek with my best friend Mira. She looked and looked but she couldn't find me. When it got dark I came out of my hiding place but Mira was gone....

...and now Mira was holding me and she was stroking my hair and telling me it was all right and not to cry anymore.

I slowly came awake, a little disoriented by my dream, nightmare actually. It was a recurring dream I'd had as long as I could remember, ever since Mira had been killed in an auto accident when she was not even 12 and I but 11 years old....

Stroking my hair? I suddenly remembered and sat up, then jumped to my feet!!

My god!! Not a dream!! How could I have fallen asleep? She's not even restrained. No telling what might have happened. No conscience, no memories, barely an animal....

But then I saw the terror on her face. Her arms flailing wildly and uncontrolled, but as if to protect herself. I had frightened her. And why not... No memories to reference, probably not even sentient by human standards. Just a blank slate.

I tried to calm myself but I was very excited now. Calm Francis, you need to be calm. I took a deep breath...

"There there, no need to be scared. No one will hurt you." I remembered how smiling had calmed her before. Either the smile or the tone of my voice, maybe a bit of both, did the trick and she calmed down.

I continued to talk to her. I don't really remember what I said but alway tried to have a calm, soothing sound to my voice. Her eyes watched me, with what I can only describe as... intent.

She opened and clothed her mouth and moved her lips, mimicking me, but no sound came out.

Damn me if I'm lying but I her face took on a new look and I'll swear... it was frustration.... and a tear formed in her eye and slid down her cheek.

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Journal Entry: October 21, 2026 08:45

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After a lot of trial and error I took her hand and held it to my mouth and breathed on it and then I held it to hers so she could feel her own breath. I held it to my mouth again and spoke again, exhaling so she could feel that and then I held the back of her hand to my neck and spoke with as much vibrato as I could muster. Then I put her hand against her own throat.

She's definitely a quick study. She immediately understood and began trying to make sounds. I left her alone and it wasn't but an hour later I could hear her moaning. She became excited and then a bit agitated until she was able to duplicate her success.

It must have worn her out for she was soon asleep again.

I have come up with a way to test if she's self aware.

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She woke up and immediately began experimenting with her new voice. I decided to try to teach her a word to see how well she could mimic me. Perhaps a first step towards learning to speak.

I came over to her bed (I now thought of it as such instead of a table,) and she immediately smiled at me. I couldn't help myself, I smiled back, with true joy in my smile. What's getting into me. I have to stay objective. These are some of the most important moments. I must stay objective. I can't let emotion misguide me.

I took her hand, she hardly tried to withdraw it this time, Good. She's gaining more trust in me. and held it to my throat and moaned a note. Then I held her hand to her own throat and she mimicked me.

Then back to my throat. "Bob" Silly but it was the simplest word I could think of. A simple single sound and an easily observed constonant, all in the extrernal lips. It took her a few tries and I had to repeat my self several times but when she finally got it I grinned and stroked her forehead. She understood that and grinned too.

"Bob bob bob bob bob bob bob" I walked to get the mirror I'd brought already wondering if I'd come to regret teaching her to talk, limited though it might be.... "Bob bob bob bob."

I showed her the mirror and she looked at herself in it. Nothing.

"Bob bob bob bob" I put her hand to my mouth and said nothing. Then I put it to hers and covered her mouth. When I removed it... "Bob" and I covered her mouth again and covered my own mouth with mine. I shook my head no. Would she understand? Whether it was the repetition or my headshake or both, this time when I removed her hand, she was silent.

I showed her the mirror again and again, no reaction.. I felt disappointed but tried not to let it show on my face.

When I stepped up to take the mirror she became agitated and looked at me and then at the mirror, back and forth several times. And then she looked at herself and touched her face... and then she touched the face in the mirror.....

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

First realisation of "self"

Tired … so tired … my eyes lift … they feel heavy …
I blink against the light that hurts and move my head to the side.
I open my mouth and a sound comes out.
It’s so weak … not like .. his …
Carefully I move my hand … controlling it … I try again …
I feel the flow of air, but no more sound …
The hand moves down to where I felt … again … can feel it … a sound …
I smile … again … louder … so difficult ... but now … again … easier …

Something has changed … lift my head … the face …
I smile … see him copy …
I sit up carefully … his eyes … watching … warm …
I watch as there is a touch … my hand is moved up …
Soft … warm … feeling it quiver as he makes a sound …
The hand moves … I feel it … the sound … how …
I try … yes … like him … sounds the same …
I smile and watch … hand moved … feeling the movement beneath it …
The sound .. different… strange …
I try … it feels different … don’t understand …
Back … feeling … but can’t make the same sound …
Again … what.. why…. My eyes lift this time as I feel the sound ….
My hand is moved away … I try to hold it there … but it moves until I feel the touch …
Can’t… need to … shake head … trying to make sense…
My hand is back again … I move it … feeling … eyes lift to his …
Again the sound … then again … mouth moving …
…. Mouth ….
I try … copy .. sound … move mouth … a sound … close….
… smiling… seeing him smile …
Again… feel … watch … then copying …

“ b o b “

Relief. At last … over and over …

“bob bob bob … “

.. Learning how to move my mouth … how it feels inside me … how it feels when I touch ….

Louder now … “bob bob bob …” …. Softer …. “bob bob bob …”

Easy now… so strange …

Then my hand is moved … to him … no sound … to mine …
“ bob “
No smile … head shaking … something… wrong …
I let him move my hand.. watching … but don’t make a sound …
I sit … uncertain … around me … moving … again … glancing as shapes move around me … closer … then away …
Looking up watching the one familiar form moving around …
A soft breath escapes me … I tense … no “ b o b”.
Lower my head so he does not hear the sound.

He’s close … I look up … he … I halt.
But … no …
He is still on the other side of me ….
I turn my head … same … smile … same moves …
He comes close … the other …form comes close …
Don’t understand… why….
Frightened I move forward … jerking away from both …
A halt as two forms look back.
Staring at the opposite side I see them: One like him… another … different …
I turn quickly. He is behind me …
Then turning back I see …. he is in front.
Both still there … so… strange …
Behind me his hand moves and I feel his touch.
I watch the hand moves to touch the other form in just the same way.
I lean forward…mystified … how …. ?
I see the strange form move in the same way.
I reach out … and snatch my hand back as I touch a cool smooth surface.
I shiver. No warmth, to skin.
I reach out again … so does the other figure …
I don’t understand … how can …
I touch my face. So does the other figure.
I look hard.
Two figures … both so different … One familiar … the other …
I struggle to make sense … logic finally offering a solution I reject.

I turn away in fright.
Move hands to cover eyes.
I don’t want to see … don’t want to know … blotting out the realisation that is beginning to dawn.
Somehow I know … know who those figures are.
But I don’t want to … don’t want that strange figure to be me …!

Unfamiliar emotions fill me … body shakes … eyes water … blinking …
Soft sounds … escape my mouth.
I turn and press my face downwards, trying to hide … hide the sound …
I curl up.
I can see I’m different.
But instinctively I know something is “wrong” with me.

 

[ozme52]

Journal Entry: October 25, 2026 23:14

(Again, many pages of notes preceed.)

Once She realized that the image in the mirror was herself, we began to make quick progress. Her brain is a sponge. I must be careful... it would be very easy to make an assumption about how She thinks and ruin everything, It's worse than raising a child. With a child you get years to mold them into productive human beings. With Her everything happens in mere days if not hours.

I'm not even sure if I should be thinking of Her as human or just a very smart chimp or lab rat. Yet when I look at Her I can't help but think, hope, that She is indeed human.

The last five days have been hectic. We have begun to build a rudimentary vocabulary. Mostly nouns and a few verbs. Mostly items from around the lab and items I could easily bring in from my home. The verbs are harder to explain. Mostly things I can "do" within the lab. Stand, sit, eat, hear, look. Etc.

Eat was an interesting session. She saw me eating my lunch and it was clear that She was curious. So I gave Her something to eat. No reason not to... Her digestive system should be fully functional. So even though her primary food source is still from the nutrient mix being introduced through the I.V. I gave her some bits and pieces from my lunch.

But now we're close to having a conversation. She seems on the verge of asking questions...

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She fell asleep after Her first "meal" and I watched her dozing. I haven't told anyone on the oversight committee about Her yet. That itself should be interesting... But I've come to realize I can't keep thinking of Her merely as She or Her. I need a name.

I thought about Mary or Shelly, a kind of macabre joke, but someday She would realize it and it seemed cruel to me. So I think I've decided on Mina, after an old flame. If She doesn't like it She can change it and choose one of Her own. But in the meantime, I'll think of her as Mina.

I watched Mina's eyes open and when she saw me she smiled. I smiled back.

"Hello. You sleep good?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Differences

"Hello. You sleep good?"

I … nod .. and … smile …

”Yes … sleep good … “

I .. sit up .. and … turn … my … body … swinging … my legs over the side of the .. bed.

The sounds now words, words that have meaning.
Those first sounds … it’s all so easy now.
I understand. I know what I’m doing, can say, can talk.

”I sleep good… you sleep?”

He says yes, but as my eyes look around I see no bed.

”Not here.”

He tells me as he shakes his head.
Here … is this room.
All is in this room.

”Not here?”

I see him smile and tell me no.
I nod to show I understand the words.
He sleeps at the … table … by my bed …
I see him eat … see him … work … but I don’t really understand work.
I look around. Here is what is. I do not see him sometimes.
But if I look and wait he is here. It is just that I do not see him.

I look up as he brings the mirror towards me.
I’m not scared by it now.
I know what he wants me to do.
He points to his face.

”nose”

I nod and repeat the word.
I point to my own nose and watch in the mirror.
I know I cannot touch the person inside the mirror, that the person is … me.

”nose”

Again he points. I look at his face.

”mouth”

I touch mine and repeat.
My eyes move from his to mine.
They are the same.

” ear “

touch … point …

”eyes”

This is easy now.
He smiles. He understands.
He speaks more. I have to listen.

”open … close …. Up … down … “

I can remember all the words.

” … good … “

I smile, my eyes looking at him carefully then moving to look into the mirror as he moves it again.
He is close ... so close ...
I reach out and touch the top of his head.
Soft … I remember his head on my body.
I move my hand to the top of my head.
It is smooth … warm … not soft.

” … different …”

It is a word he has taught me. … same… different …
I shake my head, my eyes questionning.
His breath rushes out … a sigh.
He sits beside me on the bed.
His face … not smiling …not angry ...
I'm confused...
I move my hand slowly towards him.
I want to make him smile.

" ... face ... "

I tell him. He smiles and nods.
I stroke his face my hand moving across his skin towards his mouth.
I halt and stroke again.
It feels different to mine.
I touch my face.

"… smooth … "

I stroke his.

” … no ... not smooth ... different …”

I tell him fascinated.
My eyes meet his. He does not look away.
He does not move, does not speak.
I'm confused. I want to understand.
I want him to smile.
I try to please him.
My hand moves over his face …

" … eyes … nose … mouth … ears … neck … “

He replies ... "...yes..." each time I touch and name.
I move my hand, eyes questioning as I touch.
At each new touch he tells me the word.

" ... chin ... neck ... chest ... "

I repeat and brush my hand downwards until I cannot touch his body.
I pull at the coverings.

” … clothes …”

He tells me, but puts his hand over mine to hold it still.

”…clothes … “

I repeat.
I can feel the warmth of his body underneath.
He takes his hand away from mine.
I move my hand to my own body to stroke the smooth skin.
I reach out again to touch him.
It isn't just the clothes. The shape of his body is different.
Harder … flatter … I move my hands over him.
Then I return them back to my own body again stroking in the same way.

” … breasts … “

He tells me. I nod and repeat.
My hands linger stroking the swell of flesh, becoming aware of the hard top.
My skin flushes ... so warm ...
I look up suddenly as he pulls my hand away.
Is he angry?

He does not say anything, he carries my hand to his head.

” … hair … “

He tells me.
My attention is now on him.
My hand strokes the softness.

” … hair … “

Again the other hand goes to my head.
Smooth … warm … no hair…

I shake my head, not understanding why.

"Different?"

I question.

 

[ozme52]

How to explain the differences between us. First there was the hair. I had turned off the genetic markers for hair as unnecessary. It would be easy enough to turn them on again, the simplest of gene therapy techniques, perfected long ago for cosmetic reasons... so I told Mina I she would soon "grow" hair.

But the rest. I was actually embarassed when I suddenly realized she was stroking her breasts and getting pleasure, becoming aroused.

I hadn't planned on anything like this. And clothes. She was becoming aware of the fact that I wore clothing and she didn't. I wasn't ready for this so I kept steering the lessons back to more mundane vocabulary and grammar lessons.

I also wanted to start testing her ability to comprehend mathematics. I was sitting at my desk thinking of the best way to approach these problems and didn't give much thought to the fact that I was turning on my desk radio.

It was tuned to a classics station an I closed my eyes as the strains of Mozart wafted from the speaker.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Different ... I did not understand ... but he said things could change ...
Hair ... hair would grow... perhaps.. clothes can grow ...
Body ... the shape ... me ... him ...
I touch ... stroke ... but don't understand ...
More words ... more movements ...
More easy now ... I will understand soon.

Laying on my bed I close my eyes.
Tired ... head filled with words ... pictures ...
... sounds ... ?
Eyes open ... looking round ...
So strange ... I listen ... where ...?

I sit up ... smiling ... makes me feel ...
My fingers move ... tapping ...
Like his voice it makes my body respond ...
Even though I do not understand what it is, I feel ...

I glance across the room.
The sound of my sitting up, the tap.. tap-tap ... tap-tap-tap-tap tap- tap ... has made him turn his head.

 

[ozme52]

I wished I had planned introducing her to music but I had turned on the radio without thinking. I missed a lot of her initial reactions and decided I needed to set up a video monitor to record everything that happened from that point on.

That not withstanding, the whole incident was so intriguing. First Mina wanted to know what it was. She seemed intrigued by the rhythms. She seemed to immediately understand compositional aspects, recognizing the repetitive thems. Then there was the issue of where the music came from.

So two long, unplanned lecture/conversations. One about music. The other about the radio, which led to questions about all of the equipment and why I "played" with it. That included the computer notebook I was keeping notes in and assembling the data, which led to another conversation about some of the equipment, back around to the radio,and back to music.

I eventually brought in examples of several kinds of music. She seemed to like most of them. Many of the examples I brought were old music videos from my collection. That's when she began to recognize that there were distinct differences between men and women and that everyone (more or less) was wearing clothing.

She wanted to know why only I wore clothing and what it was for.