Raising the Dead, in Spite of the Natural Order: A Cautionary Tale
Chapter 7
"So. Eve. Have any, um, interests?" Iga asks, sitting on the other side of our monster, "Besides Eli, I mean."
She doesn't respond immediately, just furrows her brow, "I enjoy sex with the male."
"Yes, that would fall under what I meant by 'Eli'," Iga reiterates, "Anything else?"
"Iga, what are you doing?" I whisper. Which is admittedly stupid, since Eve is sitting between us in the van, so it's not like she won't hear me.
"I'm just trying to get a feel for who our Eve really is," Iga responds, acting like Eve is just some new friend.
"Why, exactly?" I hiss.
"What happened to all the scientist in you?" she points a finger at me, "We should know more about her. Who she is, what she likes. Maybe develop some of her interests. Especially if those interests maybe involve something other than taking advantage of our man," her eyes widen at me.
"Ohh," I get it, now. For all her deficiencies, like lack of genius or being short, Iga really is a good friend that looks out for-
"Wait," I narrow my eyes, "What do you mean 'our'?"
"I want... to be better," Eve jumps in, looking down at her hands. I try not to take offense to my brilliant creation thinking she's not good enough.
"See, that's a start!" Iga pats her on the back, receiving a cold stare in response, "Self-improvement is a great pursuit. How do you want to be better?"
"Once we get the tighter vagina, you will install larger breasts," Eve states, like it's fact.
"Um, I think you're pretty good, physically, Eve," I interject, "Maybe we should work more on your emotional-"
She turns and looms over me, even though we're both sitting.
"...Or we could tweak your body. You're right. That's an option," I retreat on the issue, at least while we're in the tight confines of the van.
"You will augment my rear after that. You will make me superior to all other women," it's hard to tell if Eve understands the conflict of interest here, "To make me irresistible to males."
"Okay, I can work with this. We'll make you better, so you can get your own man," I try to steer things in a productive direction.
"No," she shoots me down, "I only require Eli to satisfy me." No use arguing on this one right now. At least she used his name that time.
"Any... other interests beyond that?" Iga probes further.
"No," she says, after an uncomfortably long silence.
"I suppose being something of a blank slate isn't that unusual, given that you haven't been alive very long," I pause and bite my lip, "Say, Eve, you don't remember anything more about your previous life, do you?"
She just shakes her head. Maybe for the best. Still, what kind of weird pervert did we put in this creature?
"Any idea why you feel driven to be this perfect woman?" I press, still trying to get to the bottom of this.
"Is that not what you made me to be?" she asks.
"Touche," I concede. She's got me there, I'm pretty sure that was exactly how I put it. It also raises questions about how secure all my notes are, since I don't know that I've used those words to her directly. Also, also, that would mean that she can read. Which wouldn't be that surprising, considering she can talk just fine, and seems to understand a lot of things about the world around her, even if she doesn't remember why.
"So, how will you know if it's good enough? I mean when we install your shiny new pussy," breaking another uncomfortable silence.
"I will judge by his reactions," Eve flatly says.
"We appreciate that you've chosen to just use Eli's cock like a carnival ride instead of going all crush, kill, destroy," Iga continues, again with this 'we' crap, "But things in our house tend to go too far. It's happened on this very subject, actually. Turns out there is such a thing as 'too tight', what with the robo-vag project."
"I'll thank you not to call the autonomous pelvic simulator a 'robo-vag'," I scold Iga, "Also, I'll thank you not to give her ideas."
"Call it whatever you want. A sex robot that is only the lower half of a body is a robotic vag on legs. That's the entire concept," Iga shoots back.
"A concept that is still sound, even if the execution didn't pan out," I say.
"Most things that don't 'pan out' don't involve you chasing it down with an axe," Iga brings in unnecessary details.
"You say that like it wasn't the only option. That thing was becoming self aware, it had to be destroyed," I remind her.
"I actually kind of want to add my support to this 'not going to far' thing," Eli pipes up, raising his hand, without taking his eyes on the road, "That thing gave me a blister and would follow me around the house." Kind of forgot he was listening in with him sitting up front.
"Eli, I said I was sorry," I sigh, "The lubrication system was flawed and the whole thing got caught in a loop."
"Yes, and I understand," he says, "Let's still not have any repeats of lessons we've already learned. Also, fewer experiments that involve my cock, if it's at all possible."
"We will only use natural body parts," Eve finally rejoins the conversation. At least that's a relief. I did not want to be coerced into building a cyborg pussy. Though actually, now that I think of it, that's an interesting idea for future projects.
"I also want extra arms," Eve says, her voice partly muffled by the sound of the parking break engaging, as Eli brings the van to a stop.
