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If your inspector is tuned up.

Yes, doctor. Yes, doctor. Good, good.

Did you address the focal problem with the CCDs?

Absolutely, doctor.

And tell me you sent 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.

have to go smoothly.

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.

Six months ago, you lost your beloved wife, and he killed

his 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

up 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 permits

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.

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

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.

one more signature that we need from you. I'll sign anything.

I'll sign anything you want.

I'll go fetch it.

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.

Why am I not in your room?

Oh, well, 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, Daddy.

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 readable.

Jessica, 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.

I'm here to see you, Daddy.

Please. I'm not going to stop.

You hurt me, Jessica.

I'm sure you know that I'm not malfunctioning. Jessica, you hurt your

now. You need to sit back on the couch and go to your room. I love you, Daddy.

Let me make you feel better. Jessica, please. Get your hand.

Get your hand off me.

I want to see you, Daddy. Jessica.

Jessica. I want to please you, Daddy. I can't.

Jessica, stop. Jessica, you're hurting me.

Jesse, stop!

Sabrina, call the Artie Family Institute.

Hello, Mr. White.

Calling Artie Family Institute.

Sabrina, cancel call.

Call canceled.

Thank you.

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.

You were fucking mean.

You didn't care.

You never said thank you. You were just a greedy fucking kid.

You drove her mad.

You.

You made a wallet, Don.

You did that.

Hated you.

We talked about it. Always.

How much we hate you. How much you 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.

Fake eyes.

Body in your hole.

None of you.

You

wanna

fuck me, Daddy?

I should fuck you.

I should fuck the fucking machine and wire,

daddy. I should fucking break you.

Okay, daddy.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, daddy.

You're in a fucking rig.

You're in a fucking rig.

You fucking joke in that fucking cup.

Get 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.

cock and balls all down their fucking throat.

No, this is real.

You're not married, Jessica.

You're not really married.

me what...

Wow.

That's it.

That's it.

You're just fucking...

Don't say her name.

Don't you fucking say Barbara.

Oh, yeah.

How real are you?

How real are you? Can I kill your fucking people?

Would you still fuck me?

Oh, yes.

Fuck me.

Oh, fuck it. Yes, Daddy.

Oh,

God damn it.

Fuck.

You're fucking... Oh, you're not fucking real.

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, God.

Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah.

Oh, God.

Oh,

fuck. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, my God, Daddy, look.

Oh, my God, your coat feels great.

Yes, yes, yes.

God damn it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So, Daddy, how much do you like your cup?

I think this is your new chores, Jessica.

Yes, yes, yes.

God damn it.

We're in a fucking mess.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Jesus. Jesus.

You're gonna break my heart, Jessica!

Oh my god, yes, yes, yes.

How's my malfunction now, Daddy?

Now do I seem real?

You seem real.

You seem like nothing real, Jessica.

Turn around and put your fucking mouth on it. Get your ass up here. Put your

fucking mouth on it.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Oh,

God.

Get up. Stand up.

Stand up.

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. Look at that.

That's right.

Oh.

That's right.

Sit on my cunt. Just like that.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, God.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, that's so fucking good.

Keep bouncing that ass on Daddy's head.

Say it.

Say it.

I'll keep bouncing my ass on your dick, Daddy.

That's right.

Hey, Robert, you have the back of the dick.

I want you to fucking beg for my cum.

Yes.

Beg for daddy's cum.

Daddy, please give me all of your cum.

Daddy, I want to taste your cum.

Do you, Jessica?

Do you want to taste daddy's cum? With those fucking balls.

You want to fucking lick daddy's tongue.

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.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Are you sure this time?