When I decided to walk into the Sex Shop that day, I was frazzled from working in my busy corporate office and dreading the journey home to cook dinner and clean up after my husband and two kids. I’d ripped my handbag, got my hair and makeup wrecked from the storm and even without a mirror, I knew that I looked a disaster.
It was so funny to me how everything went down because in no way, shape or form did I see it coming. In my mind, my quiet stalker moves would be seen as endearing and romantic therefore it would be rewarded with a chance to have Erikah in my life. Let me explain how all of this started.
She carefully checked the settings on her camera. She gave her clients a suitable list of hotels and AirBnbs that would provide for natural lightening. This kind of shoot wasn’t ideal for a studio or various kinds of light to capture “moments.” She found in the beginning her subjects were too aware of her in the room and her work looked forced, like amateur porn on Pornhub. She had studied a great deal before venturing into this unique experience as a photographer. It made her standout and there was an allure of voyeurism that people loved about it. And she made her subjects feel desirable and erotic. She could make a woman in a brown paper bag look like an artistic goddess.
The cobbled streets glisten, dewy with the ever-present nostalgia of last nights rain. My hands are tucked into the snug pockets of my coat, which hangs oversized above my hoodie. It's September now and the cold days are turning into colder nights; speckled raindrops hang, like moments frozen in time from sticky cobwebs on your window cill. I knock, once, twice, thrice. Always three times, and rush to put my hand, knuckles a fresh pink from the hard wooden door, back into its nest of warmth. You open the door with a click-clack of the lock and as ever, a huge smile on your face. "Marie" you beam, you always sound surprised to see me, even when you've known for days I'm coming over. "Mum" I smile, and I'm wrapped in your embrace, your arms squeezing around my shoulders, my hands still in the pockets, unwilling to risk the cold.
Aiden started a timer, and it started counting down from an hour on the monitor. The first thing that he did was cut out all the lights so that the room Max was in was only black. We were able to watch what was happening on the screen as a result of the camera's on each corner of the room.
Cindy had just moved into the three-bedroom apartment with two new roommates just a week before most stores were closed due to the pandemic. She knew the lock-down could happen, and prepared ahead setting up a home office in her corner of the room where she lived. Cindy was tall, standing 5’10" and slender, but curvy with generous hips and heart-shaped face. Her hair was shiny and black, long ringlets that draped around her shoulders, with green eyes and a heart-shaped face. There was a strength and sexiness in her presence, and her two new roommates, Yan and Thomas felt the excitement, arousal, as she would enter a room. They often admired her, and secretly enjoyed watching her every move, and she knew it.
With Max being secured on the examination table, Aiden walked around inspecting everything. The reasons why, I cannot comprehend, the equipment was secure and upto date, as is usually the case. Even I understood this. Taking a closer look at the areas where Aiden was pausing to have a closer look, I realized, he was not inspecting the equipment, he was leering at Max. I am circuitry, and programming, and I felt embarrassed to be in the same room as him. Once he was satisfied, he stood up straight and looked at Max with a smile.
By human standards, Max is a beautiful woman. She was five feet and five inches tall. She had a toned body, the result of many hours of exercise. From the records I have in my data banks, not from a desire to stay healthy, but from a desire for sport and competition. She is in her mid thirties as of the start of this experiment. Her breasts were full, if I were to reach out with my mechanical limbs they would fit perfectly within my palm. She stood in front of us for a moment, smiling, while I endured the time that it took for Aiden to return to his body and start the experiment.
As I was learning more and more about Aiden, I was starting to lose more and more faith in him. Not only from the perspective of someone that can accurately conduct this research, but as a normal human being as well. Regardless, I am here to do a job, a job that has been given to me by this person. As a result I have become more than just a simple program, to a fully thinking AI. That kindness needs to be repaid, and so I shall excel in what he asks of me. Despite this, I cannot help but ask.
Since I asked Aiden what it was that he was doing, he has allowed me to be present during his experiments. The logic that he provided was, Perhaps I would be able to notice something that I cannot. Which is understandable. The method by which he goes about trying to find the levels of pleasure that a human could go through is something that I find fascinating. This is also a fantastic opportunity for me to be able to interact with other humans, and learn more about in general. So that I can better perform my duties to the fullest extent.
This is the first log documenting the research conducted by the immortal Aiden Scott. The nature of the research has yet to be disclosed to me, the methods by which he had managed to obtain immortality has remained elusive, despite my efforts. In fact there is a lot that I do not know about Aiden, and what he does. Perhaps, the fact that he created me allows him to know how to avoid the conversational traps that I would set in order to obtain information. Regardless, I am tasked with documenting, not analysing, and so that is what I have done.