The Perfect Woman
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by Jeff Fuell
Category: Science Fiction
Description: Thirty years in the future a man can experience a relationship with a very unique woman...because she is manufactured for him. One man finds love with this "perfect woman," only he never bargained in having to stop a world takeover. In the end, he must make a decision: does he save the world at the risk of losing his truest love, or is there another answer?
eBook Publisher: SynergEbooks, 2008 SynergEbooks
eBookwise Release Date: October 2008
21 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [265 KB]
Reading time: 171-239 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
The nurse at the window had been very nice when he arrived to check in for his appointment. He was a bit taken aback at how beautiful she was and, staring at her, wondered is she was one of them. If she was, it was hard to tell. She looked real in every way. Her voice, the way she moved, how she blinked. She even smelled like a woman. Everything. If she was one of them, it was quite the job. Perfect. He hoped he would be that lucky. He was still thinking of a design. From what he had been told, any choice he made would be available.
He was staring at her again, and seeming to sense it--like all women seem to know when they are being centered on--she raised her head and smiled. He immediately blushed, smiled, and then looked away towards the table and picked up a magazine plate and began to press through it, not really interested. He really could not tell if she was real or not. Would it be impolite to ask the doctor when he saw him? It was just a question, and he felt he was entitled to ask. After all, it was going to be his rather sizeable investment and he wanted to see some of the product in action before he committed.
Sure, David's had been nice, but were they all like that? So ... flawless? It seemed impossible, but he had seen it with his own eyes. Standing right before her at the dinner party last week and talking with her, he was astounded when David had pulled him aside and told him. At first, he had not believed it because David had always been quite the prankster, but once he had really looked, he had seen the truth in David's words, not to mention the finger. He explained that he had never been happier because had finally met the perfect woman. He should look into it.
And now, here he was.
"The doctor will see you now, Mr. Adams. You can go right in," the nurse said politely as she indicated the door.
"Thank you," he said as he got up and walked towards the door, giving the nurse one last look before it swished open. Once he was in the hallway, which was completely white from top to bottom as far as he could see, a clean-cut man in a white coat who appeared to be in his mid-fifties was walking towards him.
"Mr. Adams? Hello, I'm Dr. Farmer. Nice to meet you," he said as he held out his hand.
"Nice to meet you," he said as he took it. He noticed that the doctor had a very strong grip.
"Please, my office is this way," the doctor said as he waved him ahead. "How's the weather outside, today?"
"Nice. Not too hot."
"I thought we were supposed to get some rain today. Maybe I read the rotation schedule wrong and it's scheduled for next week."
"I think it is next week," he said not really caring. He wanted to get down to business and find out how soon he could get started with his new life. That is, if all of this was real or if David had gone to really elaborate lengths this time for a joke. If it was a joke, it was the crown prince of them all. Also, if it was a joke, he would be very disappointed. Not really angry, but more disappointed than anything.
"Ah," here we are," the doctor said as they entered his office. "Please have a seat," he said as he took his place behind his desk. The office was very nice with dark carpet and oak furniture. Very professional and doctor-like, old-fashioned. On the wall behind him were plaques of various designs from a variety of schools. To the side was an aquarium with an assortment of fish swimming in it.
If he really is able to pull this kind of thing off, he must be a genius, he thought.
"So, what brings you here today?"
"Well..." he started and then became flustered. He was not sure how to broach the subject. "I talked to David Fisk last week; he's a friend of mine from way back."
"Fisk ... David Fisk. Oh, yes, I remember him now. He wanted the Pamela Anderson model with some special modifications. Quite a popular request. I'm assuming that you saw her?"
"Uh, yes, I did. I still can't believe it. I thought he was kidding with me until he showed me her ... uh ... I'm sorry ... her...."
"The energy conductor located in the forefinger of her right hand?"
"Yes, that's it. I wasn't sure what to call it."
"All the models are self-sustaining with very little routine maintenance. A model, if past due for a check-up, can draw power from a common household socket to draw power until the mate has time to bring her in."
"That's what we call our clients who purchase one of our models. We try not to use such insulting terms as 'owner' and whatnot. We consider our models as real as they are. They may not have been born as a human being was, but they are born and given life just the same, you understand."