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Are the X -ray detectors tuned up?
Yes, doctor. Yes, doctor. Good, good.
Did you address the focal problem with the CCDs?
Absolutely, doctor.
And tell me you smoothed out the actuators.
Yes, doctor.
The movement must be flawless.
Okay.
Drain it. Dress it in civilian clothes and bring it out.
The father is here.
has to go smoothly.
Daddy?
Daddy?
Daddy?
Daddy?
Mr.
White.
Thank you so very much for being here today.
I cannot wait to explain to you what we do here at Art of Family. Please take a
seat.
Art of Family was founded in 2040 by Philip Bernard, a psychiatrist and
entrepreneur.
He dreamed of being able to help more people with grief and trauma.
Now, Art of Family is the global leader in the treatment of deep grief,
bereavement, PTSD, and loss.
I know.
But six months ago, you lost your beloved wife and 18
-year -old stepdaughter in a tragic accident.
Our founder wanted no one ever again to have to suffer the premature
loss of a loved one.
I know that you've been diagnosed with PTSD and that your employer signed you
for a program.
I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but you're really very fortunate to
have this kind of support.
What we do here at Art of Family is we take the DNA from the beloved and
using the patented Art of Family algorithms.
completely and perfectly recreate a perfect personality match to the loved
It is so complete and so seamless.
The only way you can tell is the little circuit behind the ear.
Mr. White, I am legally obligated to inform you of the AIX law, which limits
only one clone per household.
On your intake form, you didn't specify which one you preferred, so we took the
DNA from the most viable specimens and made the clone from that.
Viable?
Oh my God.
Oh my God. I'm sorry.
So good to see you, Daddy.
She has the newest language program, fully integrated circuitry.
We have upgraded her language capabilities.
She's fully Wi -Fi connected.
We have perfected the flesh.
She has the newest updates.
She is just, just perfect.
I should have been there for you.
I'm sorry.
Mr. White, we have one more signature that we need from you. I'll say
I'll say anything you want.
I'll go fetch it.
Remember anything about our home?
Of course.
You moved in June 6, 2078, with your late wife, Barbara Ann White.
House coordinates are 34 .0026 north and 147
.38 south.
Do you want to see your room? It's still exactly how it was.
Yes.
This is your room, Jessica.
I thought when you don't want to sleep alone, you sleep with another person.
Um, yeah, you would do that when you were a child, but you're 18 now, so you
get your own room.
I'm 18, which is legal consent, sleeping with another person in the state of
California.
So I'm going to sleep with you, Dad.
You have to stay in your room and I'll call for you when dinner's ready.
Sexual intercourse.
The sexual contact between two individuals involving penetration,
insertion of a man's erect penis into a woman's vagina, typically resulting in
orgasm and the ejaculation of semen.
When are you going to penetrate me, Daddy?
Oh, God.
Hey, Jessica.
Yeah, Daddy?
Do you want to go somewhere this weekend?
Sure.
In Griffith Park, they fixed a new hoverway.
Sounds great, Daddy.
Yeah? Yeah.
And downtown, they're playing their favorite retro 3D movies.
Yeah.
And the observatory actually has these new...
Samples of Mars.
They're so cool.
Sounds amazing. We should go.
Yeah, we could totally do that. Just whatever you want this whole weekend.
Yeah, whatever you want, Dottie.
Why did you think that I'd malfunctioned?
I didn't think you malfunctioned, sweetie.
Really? Yeah.
Well, I can assure you...
that I'm a perfectly functionable 18 -year -old girl.
I'm the perfect version of your daughter.
I have nice, perky tits, soft skin, and I'm easily lovable.
Jessica, get... Pull... God damn it.
I just want to please you, Daddy. You can't do that to me. I just want to
you, Daddy. Look, you don't ever have to do that for me.
Okay, please, just sit down, and you can't...
I'm here to please you, Daddy.
Please. I'm not going to stop.
You hurt me, Jessica. Until you know that I'm not malfunctioned. Jessica, you
hurt your dad right now. You need to sit back on the couch and go to your room.
Daddy, let me make you feel better. Jessica, please. Get your hand.
Get your hand off me.
I want to please you, Daddy. Jessica.
I want to please you, Daddy. I can't.
Jessica, stop.
Jessica, you're hurting me.
Ah! Ah!
Sabrina, call the Artie Family Institute.
Hello, Mr. White.
Calling Artie Family Institute.
Sabrina, cancel call.
Call cancelled.
You're not my daughter!
No.
Memories.
Why?
Why would she drive the car that night?
Because nobody fucking drives anymore.
Because of you.
You. You.
Were horrible.
Fucking me.
You didn't care.
You never said thank you. You were just a greedy fucking kid.
You drove her mad.
You.
You made her want it, Don.
You did that.
She hated you.
We talked about it all.
How much we hate.
How much we change.
You're not special.
You weren't our special child.
You're a fucking nightmare.
And just like now, you're still a fucking nightmare.
hair, your fake eyes, body in your home.
None of you.
You wanna fuck me, Daddy?
I should... Fuck you.
I should fuck... Really?
The fucking... Machine and wires out of you. I should fucking break you.
Okay, Daddy.
Fuck you.
Fuck you. Daddy.
What are you doing? You're in a fucking room.
You're in a fucking room.
Take that fucking cup.
Keep fucking choking that fucking cup.
Take that fucking dick down there, too.
That's right.
Show me.
Show me what you can do.
Show me what you can do, robot.
Put it in, robot.
No, this is real.
You're not married, Jessica.
You're not really.
Show me what they programmed you to do.
Whatever you want me to do, daddy.
No, it doesn't hurt.
Don't say her name Don't you fucking say Barbara's name
How real are you?
How real are you? Can I peel your fucking face off? Would you still fuck
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
Oh no.
Oh yes.
Oh yes.
Oh, fuck.
Hang your head off.
Hang your head off this fucking couch.
Do what I say.
Do what I fucking say. Oh, God.
Oh,
fuck.
Oh.
Turn it away.
God damn it.
Oh, God.
Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God damn it.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
So, Daddy, how much do you like this, huh?
Think of this as your new choice, Jessica.
Thank you.
God damn it.
We're in a fucking mess.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Jesus, Jesus.
Ah.
God, yes.
malfunction now, Daddy?
Now do I seem real?
You seem real.
You seem like nothing real, Jessica.
Oh my God.
Oh, I'll put you in there. Turn around.
Turn around and put your fucking mouth on it. Get your ass up here and put your
fucking mouth on it.
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Oh,
God.
Stand up here. Do what I fucking said. Turn your ass like this. And sit on my
fucking cunt. Just like that.
Sit on my cunt.
Just like that. Just like that. Good dad.
That's right.
That's right.
Sit on my cunt. Just like that.
Keep dancing, that's what daddy's doing.
Say it. Say it.
I'll keep bouncing my ass on your dick, daddy.
That's right.
Hey, Robert, you have the best dick.
I want you to fucking beg for my cum.
Jessica.
Beg for daddy's cum.
Daddy, please give me all of your cum.
Daddy, I want to taste your cum.
Do you, Jessica?
You want to taste daddy's cum? Eat your daddy's cum.
Look at those fucking balls.
You want to freaking lick daddy's cum.
Yes.
Daddy, please.
Yes. Yes.
Yes.
Thank
you,
Daddy.
Thank you, Daddy.
Thank you, Daddy.
Thank you, Daddy.
Thank you, Daddy.
Thank you, Daddy.
Thank you, Daddy.
Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.
Thank you, Daddy.
Are you sure this time? Yes, call.
Calling.
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