MOAB � Mother Of All Boxsets

by George Saoulidis

  “We’ll see. Let’s not force him to stop learning to program. He might get bored of it on his own.”

  Elliot didn’t get bored of it. Sure, it wasn’t the breezy subject he wished it was, but it was interesting. Unlike the real world, it made sense. Basically, you needed to boil down real-world problems to a logical progression of commands. You broke down the problem to an algorithm that solved it. And if the problem was too complex to handle, then you broke it down further to smaller pieces.

  It was a way of thinking that made sense to Elliot.

  Unlike girls, for example. He stared at Mindy as she talked with her friends. Elliot knew from her social profile that she wanted to become a marine biologist, having suddenly grown an interest to it the past year. She’d visited an aquarium on a school trip and loved it. Of course, the idiot girls she hung around with thought it was lame. They thought everything was lame, if it didn’t came out the mouth of a celebrity. They liked inane things, popular stuff. If it didn’t have a hashtag, it didn’t matter.

  That’s why Elliot liked Mindy. He knew she was clever, she just didn’t really show it all that much. Girls who were both pretty and clever always seemed to rely of the former quality, abandoning the latter.

  Also, Elliot admitted, he liked Mindy because she had grown into a pair of amazing boobies.

  There was that, too.

  Elliot sighed and slammed the book shut. He also turned off his laptop, being gentle around it. He was frustrated, sure, but he wasn’t stupid enough to bang his most expensive property shut.

  It so happened that his uncle was visiting. So his mother called him and he went downstairs.

  “I’m giving up coding,” Elliot sighed, when his uncle took him in a corner to chat.

  “Why? You love it.”

  “No, I just love what it can help me do,” Elliot tsked.

  “Same shit, kiddo. Look, let’s boil down the concept to its bare essentials. Why do you wanna make this AR thing. Really, imagine it, and tell me what you see when you make it happen. Say whatever comes to mind, I won’t judge,” his uncle said, slashing the air with his palm.

  “Well…” Elliot hesitated and stared at his shoes. “There’s this girl, Mindy? I always imagined I’d figure this out and become rich or something, and then she’d be impressed and go out with me. It’s stupid, I know.”

  “No, it’s not stupid. So, you kinda wanna do it in order to impress a girl.”

  “Fine, yeah!” Elliot admitted, exasperated.

  His uncle nodded. “Okay then. Do it to impress a girl,” he said matter-of-factly.

  “Stop making fun of me.”

  “I’m not! Half the things men do are so they can impress a girl. Or a woman. Or many women. It’s a valid application. Make your project capable of impressing a girl. It’s a common need. Your invention can fulfil that need.” Uncle slashed the air with his gestures.

  “That’s where you make millions,” they both said in unison.

  Elliot went back to his studies and opened his books, then fired up his laptop with a sense of determination. Coding was a way to solve problems. The problem was, ‘Impress a girl.’

  How do you do that? Elliot had no clue.

  But what he did have was the urge to figure it out. Break it down, like an algorithm, bit by bit. If it’s unsolvable, break it down even more, solve each piece separately.

  He cracked his knuckles.

  Yeah, he could do this.

  Mindy dozed off during the class break. Oh, she was still standing up, but her mind had completely shut down. Cindy was droning on about some celebrity couple’s recent breakup, and she was pretty animated about it. Mindy cared not for such things. She had decided to go to college, and these matters seemed less important to her right now.

  Alas, she couldn’t just tell Cindy she was boring her to her face, could she?

  No.

  She checked her phone. Just a couple of minutes left before Trigonometry. She could hold on for two minutes.

  Walking towards the class, she thought she heard a whale song. The school was noisy and she couldn’t be sure, but she was sure she’d heard it.

  Classes went on, and she heard it again as she was standing up.

  Come on, that was a classic call of the humpback whale, or what she was properly called, the Megaptera novaeangliae. Why was she hearing it, in school of all places?

  Uh! Was she going crazy?

  Nah, it was probably some ringtone or something. She shook her head and tried to put her mind at ease.

  Next class, she heard it again. It was definitely there.

  “What are you looking for?” Cindy nagged as she craned her head around.

  “Nothing. Just thought I heard something.”

  “As I was saying, Jacinda then posted-”

  Mindy tuned off after that. They walked to their lockers. Mindy opened hers absent minded as she had done a million times, and she saw something she didn’t expect. There was a weird device in it, something like a pair of goggles, round ones, attached to a smaller device. It had a note on it that said, ‘Wear Me.”

  Nothing else, just that.

  “What is this Alice-in-wonderland shit?” she muttered.

  “What?” Cindy said, too focused on her phone to see anything.

  “Nothing,” Mindy said and snatched her book from inside the locker, then shut it quickly.

  They went through the last class of the day, and then Mindy went home. She kept trying to push it all away from her thoughts. But someone had definitely broken into her locker. Should she report it? And get tagged as a snitch? No way! Kids pranked each other all the time. She’d only report it to the principal if it was something yucky, like a dead rat or something.

  No, this didn’t feel like something mean. It was elaborate, sure. That device thingy looked expensive. Gosh, where had she seen that before? She was certain she’d seen it somewhere.

  She couldn’t sleep. She hugged her dolphin plushie tight and tried to calm herself, but she was way too curious at this point.

  In the early light of dawn, she caught a few minutes of precious sleep before going back to school.

  This time she had decided to do it. Yes, it was probably a prank and yes, they’d definitely record it on their phones and it’d be up on YouTube in no-time, but she couldn’t stand it any more. She needed to know.

  After class was over, she ditched Cindy who wanted to hang out. Then she opened her locker and faced the weird goggles. She looked left and right, made sure nobody was looking, and put it all in her bag.

  In the football field, she was alone. She lifted the goggles in her hands, it was light. The main weight was on the processing thing which seemed to clip at her belt. The note said nothing more, and she tossed it away.

  “Here it goes,” she muttered, and then put the goggles on.

  Nothing happened. She just looked like a dork.

  Oh, wait, there was an on switch.

  There it was.

  She looked around. And she heard the whale song. From the ground came a translucent whale, swimming in the air as if jumping up from the ocean.

  “Wow!” she exclaimed. It was so pretty.

  The whale was ghostly, then it impossibly swam in the air around her. As she turned her head, it stayed in the same place, as if she really was there floating about.

  It was magnificent!

  Then the whale swam towards the street.

  “Hey, wait!” Mindy said raising her hand. The whale was getting away. So Mindy ran after her, still wearing the goggles.

  She got a lot of stares on the street, and yes, she felt idiotic. But she couldn’t lose the whale, it was so damn interesting! Okay, for a second, she took off the goggles just to make sure. The whale vanished. She could see it only when looking through the goggles, like a magical lens that allowed you to see a 3D animation, but in real life. How cool was that?

  Was this a marketing stunt or something?

  She followed the whale down the s
treets. She kinda knew where she was going. “Heading home, huh?” she asked her, but expected no response. The experience felt real, it was like she was actually following a floating whale in the streets of New York.

  She turned the corner to catch up.

  And there it was. The aquarium.

  Elliot felt hot. His neck was sweating, and his t-shirt was too tight. He waited on the bench. Would she be here? He had set up everything right, but she hadn’t taken the bait yesterday. His program pinged the activation code today, so here it was, take two.

  His heart pounded as he heard footsteps.

  There she was, Mindy, wearing his Magic Leap goggles. Even looking goofy like that, she was still so hot.

  Elliot suddenly felt thirsty, so thirsty that he could dip his head into one of the tanks in there and start drinking the entire thing.

  “Hey, Mindy,” he said timidly when she walked close.

  She stared at him, her beautiful blue eyes gleaming through the lenses. “Is this yours? Oh, right, I remember now,” she slapped her head and struck the goggles. “Oh, forgot I was wearing those.”

  “It’s okay,” Elliot said, looking down at his shoes. “Did you like it?”

  “You made it?” she exclaimed, taking off the goggles.

  He knew what she was seeing, he hadn’t programmed anything else on the whale’s path. She was just swimming around them after reaching the aquarium. “Yeah, I did. It’s kinda my passion project? And I really wanted to it to you. It’s okay if you didn’t like it, really…”

  “Oh-my-God! I loved it,” she squealed, and her voice echoed inside the aquarium. People turned and shushed her. She didn’t seem to care. “What else can you show me.”

  “I… Uh. This is all I programmed, but I can do more if you give me some time. A couple of days, perhaps?”

  “Yes!” she smiled at him.

  “Okay.”

  Mindy gave him the headset and sat on the bench.

  “I’m gonna leave you alone now,” he said and stood up.

  “Hey, wait. Elliot, right?”

  “Yeah…”

  She shrugged and looked away. “Since we’re already here, wanna hang out? My friends never want to come to the aquarium with me.”

  “S-Sure,” Elliot stuttered.

  And then Mindy told him all about the various sea life on their first date.

  Elliot still couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend. Any girlfriend, let alone Mindy, the girl of his dreams. But, she was real, not augmented reality. He had squeezed her in all of her juicy, soft places. And they had kissed, and made other things that they both were very unfamiliar with, but very excited to do them.

  It was fun. He had pretty much abandoned his project. He made a few programs for Mindy to enjoy with various sea life, and an octopus, that one was hard, but even she was very much into their love life right now to bother with dorky things.

  The project was still on his mind, but he kept postponing it, and to be honest, all he wanted was to spend his time with Mindy and nothing else. It was like he was crazy for her.

  One day, while hanging out in her room, he gathered up the courage to ask her for a blowie.

  “A what now?” she giggled, covering her mouth.

  “You know… We haven’t done it…”

  “Say it again!”

  “I’m not saying it.”

  “Say it again, and I’ll give you one,” she said, her face serious now.

  “Okay. Mindy, can you give me a blowie?”

  She burst into laughter once again.

  “Okay, if you don’t wanna, forget about it,” he said, pissed off.

  “No, no, baby, it’s fine. It’s just, it sounded funny, you know. Why don’t you call it a blowjob, like, I don’t know, not-a-dork?” She brought her face up to his and was tearing up while smiling.

  “I don’t know, it sounds dirty. And I don’t want it to be dirty, ‘cause I love you.”

  “Oh, so sweet of you to ask me for a-” she snorted, “blowie and then say you love me.”

  “I said forget about it.”

  She pushed him back on her bed. “No, we’re doing this.”

  “Now?”

  “Sure, why not. We haven’t done it before.”

  “Okay…” Elliot leaned back and put up a pillow. The feel of her fingers unbuttoning his pants was very tingly, and then they were cold as they pulled his little Elliot out.

  She played a bit with it, Elliot was soft and he felt bad about it.

  Then he stood at attention, and she gave it a kiss.

  He really enjoyed looking at his girlfriend being down there, her face so close to it.

  “Unh, don’t look at me!” she complained.

  “Why not? You look beautiful, I like it.”

  “No, I don’t like it when you look at me. Look away.”

  “Fine.”

  She started at it again, then she stopped, again.

  “What now?” Elliot said exasperated. He didn’t wanna pressure her into anything, but he was very, very horny right now.

  She sniffed while she stroked him with her hand. She looked around her room. “Wait,” she said and stood up, rummaging her closet.

  Elliot sighed, really annoyed now. “Baby, it’s okay if you don’t wanna do it, just tell me.”

  She kept rummaging her closet. “No, wait. Hold on. Got it!” She came back and sat down, holding a green veil. She took the same position as before, her face on his little Elliot, but she threw the veil over her.

  “What’s the difference, I can still see you through that?” Elliot asked, but didn’t really want to debate the issue as she seemed to have gone past any inhibition she might have had and was going at it full speed.

  “Mmm,” she popped her mouth. “I know, but I feel better having it cover me up,” she said, and went back to the blowie.

  Elliot looked down at his crotch. Of course he didn’t mind the veil, not as long Mindy was happy and sucking him-

  Uh.

  Oh, crap, he was gonna-

  He looked down. Mindy was smiling up at him, her hand still stroking him as he emptied out. She met his gaze, her twinkling eyes through the veil, looking up at him. She looked gorgeous, and he felt light-headed. The veil let the light through but was still there, like a digital overlay, it took shape by the physical world and let the light through to her eyes, her lovely eyes…

  Elliot suddenly propped himself up at his elbows. “I need to call my uncle!”

  “What, now?” Mindy complained, eyes wide.

  “Yes, Mindy. The veil. I just figured it out!”

  The End

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  Have You Tried Turning Her Off and On Again?

  “Have you tried turning her off and on again?” the tech support lady drolled on the holocall.

  “Yes!” Jack said, exasperated. “That’s what you tell me to do every single time. I have. She’s smoking from her back, it’s not a software issue. Or, at least it’s not just that anymore.”

  “Okay sir, we’re sending a technician over to service your sexdoll. Thank you for calling 6T9, we’re here for you to plug any hole.”

  Then she hung up.

  Jack waited anxiously, tapping his foot. He could see his doll through the door, slumped forward, smell of smoke in a hazy room. He felt bad about that, so he went in and opened a window to air it out.

  It wasn’t long before the doorbell rang.

  “Hello, this is your technician Wendy from 6T9, here to service your sexdoll. If you please point me to the room where she’s installed,” said the bored technician, carrying her toolkit.

  “Right this way,” Jack said, inviting her in. “Here she is. I’ve followed everything support told me to do on the phone, nothing worked.”

  “Hmm, I see,” Wendy said, inspecting the sexdoll. She put on plastic disposable gloves and turned her over, then plugged some device into a hi
dden slot in her back.

  Jack was nervous, pacing up and down. He wanted to intrude, but decided that it would help speed things along if he just stayed out of the technician’s way.

  Wendy checked the readings. “I see that you’ve had a similar malfunction three times already, but you opted-out of our offer to replace the sexdoll.”

  “Well, yeah. I wanted this one. A replacement wouldn’t be her,” Jack said, apologetically.

  Wendy raised an eyebrow. “I assure you, they are identical, sir. And in case you’ve paid for any mods, which I can see you haven’t, they too would have been replicated.”

  “Yes, but I want this one. Can’t you fix her?” Jack said, pleading with his hands.

  “We certainly can!” Wendy perked up and went back to checking the readings. “Same malfunction, every time. Sir, I need to ask you about how you use our product. Please be assured that I’m bound by my contract to not disclose any information to anyone, ever. Think of it like talking to your therapist.”

  “Okay…” he said, hesitating. “Ask away.”

  “What is the exact nature of your sessions with her?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “How do you use our product? Doggy-style? Reverse cowgirl? What?” she asked, spitting the terms in a deadpan, even bored tone of voice.

  “Uh, sometimes, yes,” Jack said, his face turning red.

  “I can actually see the logs, sir. You’ve done none of that. Listen, part of troubleshooting is sometimes figuring out what weird shit the client does to the doll. Now, trust me, I’ve seen it all. And I do mean, all. Nothing you say will shock me. Just lay it out for me, what’s your kink?” She batted her eyelashes and waited, tablet at the ready to jot his reply down.

  “Uh… I don’t think I have any.”

  Wendy snorted. “Right. You have a sexdoll that costs half an apartment’s worth and you don’t have any sexual kinks. Sir, all of our clients are weirdos, nothing to be ashamed of. Well, at least not when your money keeps going into our bank account.”