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Programmable Matter exists
And will only get smaller, faster, better
Programmable Matter is now common
And will become so pervasive it will be taken for granted
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positively obsessed with how Rockstar Lestat is the exact kind of guy one of my friends would show me a picture of and swear he’s really sexy and cool and brilliant. Whole time I’m thinking “oh dear GOD” staring at a trainwreck weirdo and wondering what’s happened to everybody else that is absolutely missing me. jesus christ he’s blond
#his outfits are busted he’s cosplaying a vampire as an adult man and on top of it he’s blond#if he was a real guy who came out of nowhere I would think he was so cringe#and iwtv fans are like ‘oh we love him! we would always love him!!!’ LIES#you are on the HATER WEBSITE you are simply partially sexualising him and then rolling your eyes at Lestat/Reader band fic#while reblogging hate tweets (made by armand). don’t look in my eyes and tell me you don’t think he’s a little cringe.#does it matter how camp a man is if straight women want to fuck him. I think not. site of haters we’d be on armand’s side#and also you’d wanna fuck Daniel. as recent trends show#the x reader fic swiftie aesthetic girlies would love Lestat#they want to be a rockstar’s gf#but the gay gore amc hbo nbc bitches would take one look at Daniel crazy geriatric homosexual#who claims to be a vampire and is now touring around with another separate guy claiming to be a vampire#and they would (as they are a currently doing) posting shit like#‘hey is vampire peepaw kinda sexy. like I’d let him bite me. Lestat can die but Daniel come and get it grandpa’#lestat is nothing this is daniel’s time. in the reality where this is actually happening to us and not a tv programme#iwtv#interview with the vampire#rockstar lestat#lestat de lioncourt#the vampire lestat#daniel molloy
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Michael seemingly has Alice in Wonderland memorized, so I know in my heart and soul that during her year without Discovery and the Federation when she felt so alone and disconnected from everything she'd ever known, she recited it to Book and put her little anthropology hat on explaining all the old timey/Earth things he wouldn't understand about it
#yes yes her specialty is xenoanthropology but you can't tell me she wouldn't look at earth cultures through the same lense#especially after growing up on vulcan#also in my head this happens while he is braiding her hair#i know smg says programmable matter can do hair for you but to me it was another way for them to feel grounded and connected to each other#this has been a fic idea for months but i still haven't gotten around to starting it so it's becoming a post instead#michael burnham#cleveland booker#dsc
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Fantasy Life has just been delayed so dw about your game, delaying it is the most Level-5 thing you could have done
Boy I can't wait to watch the Level-5 2024 Vison in 2026!
#anyways thanks anon. that means a alot#we're still doing our best.#and by we i mean the three programmers i got because everyone elses work is pretty much done and it's just a matter of getting everything to#work#not a heritage post#ask
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HEY UH WE ALREADY HAVE THIS AND IT IS CALLED YOUR MUTUALS’ ASK INBOXES
#I am so mad THIS IS WHAT RADIO IS FOR. FUCK OFF. WHERE’S THE HUMANITY. THIS IS MY JOB (<- literally programmes radio)#music#New music#mood playlist#indie#radio#playlists#indie rock#musicians#ffs. You want romantic indie I’ll give you In The Modern World seven times. ‘If it matters you complete me’ on repeat.#Anti AI#make it do useful things. Fuck off. It already nudges recommendations do you need it to ALSO do this?#ai bullshit#fuck Spotify
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Guh wanna draw Chihiro one day but don't wanna have to deal with the gender discourse wtf do I do ToT
#Not gonna throw in my two cents on the matter because I don't feel like it#But SKHSJFHDJFJDHDBDOD I HATE IT I JUST WANNA DRAW A SILLY LITTLE PROGRAMMER#danganronpa#shitpost
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Hitting Dina with the dyslexia beam just to make the differences between her and Muro that more painful and pronounced. They are both excellent at maths and physics and electronics, they both have logical minds that excel at whatever they put their mind to, they think outside the box and love learning, but one of them only somewhat struggles with spelling and handwriting and the other can barely read more than a sentence at a time without a killer headache. One of them excels at more easily measured academic skills and the other is better at less quantifiable applied skills. One of them gets scholarship offers and is a top student and the other falls out of school at 16. One of them is an exception, a genius, despite despite despite everything about her, and the other is exactly whats expected of them. One of them is expected to work on the cutting edge of computer science, the other expected to work as a local mechanic at best.
And yet, despite the distance that grows, they both end up in the same hell hole with the same people trying to use them as tools. Despite everything that set them apart, they both suffer the same damn fate.
#gold & silver#oc: muro#oc: dina#they...#Dina and Muro are best fucking friends and also whenever they look at each other they want to kill the people that made them be where they#are today!!!!#im imagining a scene after they meet again in Passione and realize they are both trapped there#where they go to their individual homes and then their eyes get dark determination [pupils turn flame shaped]#and then completely in unison they say some cool line about how Passione must/will fall!#Until then both of them where like “at least [Dina/Muro] are living relatively peaceful as a [programmer/mechanic]”#Ahahaha#really need to do some paired drawings of them#yes giving Dina dyslexia is also so i can use the#“it doesn't matter if you misspell variable names in code only you maintain as long as you misspell it consistently”#line#<3
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...well july is off to a great start.
My whole fucking family needs therapy.
#had a full family brawl#over my sister's grades#I was caught in the crossfire because I'm the only one who has any EQ here#mom and dad started a shouting match#mom wants us to move out#I feel complicated about it#cuz it feels like I'm a burden that she wants to throw out#she thinks our shitty academics is divine retribution for me not going to visit dad's dad one last time#Dad never fucking changes#Mom says she wants us to get out of dad's shadow but honestly for the past two year she's the one who's stressing us out more#reminded of me fucking up this programme that I hate and that my feelings don't fucking matter#i hate everything#I wanna run away and go find you guys#we seriously all need therapy#I can psychoanalyse us and so much of their own baggage is projected onto us#I can't carry their mental burden anymore#but they don't even believe in modern psychology#I'm exhausted
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I hate the feeling of being cross bc of various stressors and like while my being cross is valid bc I have very legitimate reasons to be stressed and unhappy I hate how it impacts my ability to be supportive and emotionally patient with other people because then I feel like not only am I in a bad mood but I’m failing in filling the role I want to be filling for other people. Like my bad mood is compromising my ability to make other peoples moods less bad
#also like I’m older than all but 2 of the students on the program with me and friends with all of them but in a friend/mentor/older student#they look up to way for many things like I keep having my programmates tell me how much I remind them of their older sister etc#and a chunk of them come to ME for advice and to vent so when I’m in a pissy mood and don’t have the energy to think of something reassurin#or nice or appropriately interested in whatever thing they’re telling me or showing me it’s just wow I’m failing at my role#it doesn’t matter that I’m pissed off today if I’m not emotionally present for the student 5 years younger than me to vent to like#my bad mood shouldn’t make her bad day worse yknow
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Going to eat a brown sugar cinnamon pop tart for the first time since my dad died. I’m craving it. It will make me cry. Going to hot box the bathroom while I take a bath and then cry and eat a pop tart in the bath. I’m bringing pocket joe for companionship
#I took a dab and then went oh shit a bath would be fantastic rn. and then I said. wait. I’m hungry. I want a pop tart. I also want to cry in#the bath. this feels like a win win then when my high wears off and I stop feeling my emotions I can smoke the joint and it will fix me#life hack.#also pop tarts make me sad bc my dad ate pop tarts like every fucking morning with his coffee and it was like his thing and he always joked#about pop tarts being programmer food#ughhhhh I want to cry I miss my dad I’m pmsing I just got fired I feel like a total failure my mom likes my brother more than me my dad#understood being the fuck up kid who’s traumatized and struggling like oh my god now that I’ve experienced losing someone that close I want#to go back in time to when he was alive and talk about losing his sister and how hard that was on him I mean he was my age when his older#sister died and it fucked him up and his death fucked me up around the same age I feel like I’m destined to become my father and I hated him#so much growing up but now that I feel like it’s gonna happen no matter what I can’t help but just wish he was here to talk to#my mom is far too good at being a normal person and so is my brother and my dad was the fuck up and he understood how I felt and now I have#no one who was the fuck uo and grew up anyways like ughhhhhhhh I hate everything I wish my dad was alive
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artfight actually fix your website for once challenge instant fail
#can they seriously just like#shut the doors on the site for a year after the event ends#actually hire some outside programmers who know what they're doing#and just entirely fucking rehaul the website#because it's so goddamn obvious the reason the site runs like shit is because of a horrible spaghetti-code base#no matter how much maintanence or server upgrades are done it runs into the same problems every year it's so blatantly a fundemental problem#with the code#it isn't 'oh we can't keep up with the traffic' this has been a problem for like 6 - 7 years they should absolutely know how to handle this#by now it's so frustrating#dax rambles
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For real. Like what are they even doing to their own fanbase at this point. Like they just make themselves bad and more bad
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#important!!!#ai art#fuck ai art#i cant believe tumblr just do another awful thing again#i know i join tumblr way late like month ago.#but wtf are they doing right now.#like they just making themselves worse than they were before.#silencing people who get harassment and also let problematic people into their site now this???#im panicking#right now#and idk how to coding and file zip but I'll be sure not letting some insane ai art programmer shredding my art pieces#so yeah please protect your art#no matter what#stay safe#and also why are they pulling DeviantArt be.#cant even have a good luck rn
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Since the publication of the UNEP report (1992), even more extensive monitoring of urban air has been carried out and Table 7.2 gives a selection of data based on comprehensive documentations reported in 2003 and 2016 (see note 'a' at the bottom of Table 7.2).

More than two thirds of the cities listed in Table 7.2 show annual averages that are greater than the WHO guidelines.
"Environmental Chemistry: A Global Perspective", 4e - Gary W. VanLoon & Stephen J. Duffy
#book quotes#environmental chemistry#nonfiction#textbook#unep#report#united nations environment programme#united nations#90s#1990s#20th century#air quality#air pollution#particulate matter#sulfur dioxide#nitrogen dioxide#ozone
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okay so the tags on that last post got me feeling those melon collies so i'm just gonna. tagdump in here. slightly sensitive topics? so uh. scroll down (or press J to jump to next post). or read my thoughts like the morning paper. sorry. cheers.
#edit: oh cool the mature content warning doesn't actually hide the tags? that's fucked.#i'll drag these to the top hopefully it'll push some lines back#one last space-filler tag for the road - weird brain thoughts afterwards#i dunno i'm just. i do not have a sense of self. i do not have a sense of identity.#essentially anything i can ascribe to myself is worn in the same vein that it fits close enough.#like clothes picked out after hours of unsuccessful shopping and im just tired and want to go home#am i a writer? sure. i write decently. i have a decent grasp of sentence structure. puts me leagues above plenty of other writing i see.#but then when i actually decide that i should write something i'm just filled with dread.#i can't respond to rp's i enjoy with partners i enjoy. i can't write fics about prompts and premises that i like.#am i a gamer? sure. i got multiple consoles; multiple game sources for each console; a backlog of games ive had to catalog.#but when i try to pick one out to play i just. don't want to. nothing appeals. nothing looks fun. i ask for suggestions and i take none.#anything singleplayer i have to stream or it's not fun. anything multiplayer i have to coordinate with others until we get bored.#what do i *do?* what do i *enjoy?*#i can keep myself occupied if needed but at the end of the day im not fulfilled#am i a programmer? that's the closest thing to enjoyment i've gotten in a long time#but do i actually enjoy the act of programming or do i enjoy the result#where at the end of the day i can show off what i made and get lauded with praise#i get a similar sense of satisfaction when im doing tech support and pull something out my ass and everybody goes “whoa how'd you do that”#the analogy that i've used a lot is how in some games at the start it's fine and fun#you're getting progression you're making progress you're learning and earning#but eventually it just. stops. there's more - not just in theory; it's right there! you can see it! - but it's just. so far away.#you can get there EVENTUALLY but it's just a grind. just a slogfest. there's more to unlock. more to explore. just sign in today. tomorrow.#keep coming back. you'll get there. eventually. it'll take forever.#now if this was an ACTUAL video game people would recommend that you stop and step away. does it spark joy? no? stop playing.#but ah. i can't quite stop playing this one.#and don't worry! i don't plan on putting down the controller! even though i mope and grump and weirdtalk my way down this hill#there is ZERO chance of me doing that.#but i ah. don't have a desire to keep playing.#it's a weird middle state to be in. don't wanna put down the controller. don't want to keep playing. i am just sitting here.#ive been attributing my more frequent thoughts on the matter to the whole roommate situation
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got chased away from the living room, again, because I asked if I could put something else on instead of listening to d*tton whinging about his nuclear power 'plan', and thus got told 'it's only for a few minutes' 'there's multiple topics in this programme' 'I we want to watch what's on next [in nearly half an hour] anyway' which I will continue on about in the tags inevitably but my m*ther accidentally did revenge for me by dousing her dessert in cream that expired a fortnight ago (which I suspect was kept because my grandmother doesn't have any rhyme or reason to what she keeps in the fridge, especially with dairy products. expiry dates are up for interpretation!)
#anyway like. if on the rare occasion I'm watching something during the day either the remote gets snatched off of me or#I get pestered into giving up watching what I've been. except if I do that I get yelled at. so I have to ask.#which if it wasn't a massive double standard I'd not mind btw. it's the principle of the matter#except I ask and get told that I can't! I have to sit in silence focusing on something I do not want to of an evening#and I mean. when it IS my turn to have the television as it was on friday. if there's even the slightest delay 'choose something else'#aka 'choose something /I/ want' like you could tell by the way she suggested it#which I guess is the pestering tactic. isn't it.#I wanna watch something of an evening on the television? no! because despite the fact she has control over the television from#nine o'clock til midnight she has to watch this one programme as it airs despite the fact she could watch it the next day on iview!#it's just a part of her sticking her fingers in her ears and refusing to acknowledge her part to play in making this house liveable#she's the only one in charge of that television. won't let us work towards making the other one an option again. it continues#anyway also dates on food are a joke to her. clearly says 'use by' a date that's well over a week past? 'it's still fine keep it'#mouldy vegetables that can't be salvaged? 'just wash it off it's fine'. bottle of sesame oil that has 'best before october' and it's april?#'bin it it's expired'. lettuce bought two days earlier? 'it's been in the fridge for three weeks it's rotting!'#she also apparently thinks cleaning the fridge is just binning what's 'gone off' (as evidenced above) and not. actually cleaning it.#who knows how long it'd been before when I cleaned it? I might do that again soon tbh
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Dolly VII



~ part 7 of the Dolly series
pairing: han jisung x afab!reader
genre: smut, fluff, sci-fi
synopsis: you, being a tech-savvy person, decide to get one of the new sex dolls on the market. with your skills and brains you manage to unlock the doll's secret and make a perfect plan on how to discover the secrets of the doll's maker too.
wc: 8.2k
warnings: oral (f and m), somnophilia, unprotected sex, creampies
a/n: i've never been to an observatory so idk how things go there and i couldn't find a detailed description of the experience so i just winged it, don't come at me if you've been to one
~ divider by @bunnysrph
"Fuck yes!" you laughed, lifting your fist up in the air triumphantly. You were so early.
Following the latest technology advancements and even working on some of your own led you down into a deep dive and you had heard rumors here and there about something completely new and different coming out soon. And now they were finally here for the public to enjoy.
Sex dolls.
But no, they weren't regular dolls that were made of plastic. The site claimed that they were made out of newly discovered materials that made them feel human, made them able to heat up, get hard, cum. In your years of being a programmer and hacker you have never heard of such a thing.
You scrolled through the entire site, of course they were made by BIMT. They were known for their discoveries in robotics and artificial intelligence. But they were also shady. Their founder, Helena died mysteriously and any ex employee kept their mouth shut when asked about their job. You saw the interviews and read articles before. You saw the glint of fear in those people's eyes, like they were threatened to be silent with death.
You already tried looking into it before, you were always a curious cat and you always did your research, sometimes even illegally but hey, what has to be done...
BIMT hid their tracks very well, even their official site was impenetrable no matter how many times you tried hacking into it. There was no revealing documents, pictures or interviews anywhere, not even on the deep dark web. You couldn't even find anything about it after hacking into social media accounts of ex workers. It made you even more intrigued. You always loved a good challenge.
And the dolls being made by them was just the stroke of luck you needed. Excitedly, you scrolled through each dolly profile. It was so hard to decide, but one of the dolls caught your eye more than the others.
Jisung, the nerdy doll. You thought he was just like you, a smarty-pants, the person who knows the answer to almost anything, brain full of fun facts and finger ready to lift up and say 'actually!' before you start explaining to someone why their claims are wrong based on this and that.
Yes, he had to be yours.
Not even a week later, your package arrived and you were practically bouncing off of your walls and climbing up your ceiling. You ripped the paper off the box eagerly before opening it and gasping.
"Oh you are even more beautiful in person!" your hands instantly flew to the doll's body as you explored it. "Does feel human." you nodded to yourself and leaned in to inspect his face.
With eyes opened and frozen you had to admit, Jisung looked a bit creepy no matter how pretty he was made to be.
"Time to dissect." you wiggled your eyebrows and pulled Jisung up in a sitting position. "Perfect."
Your fingers brushed over the little usb opening, almost missing the paper that slipped down. You grabbed it and started reading.
Hello,
my name is Jisung and I am your nerdy doll.
I love music, singing, dancing, rapping, watching anime and reading comics. Maybe I have too many hobbies? But I am happy to share them with you!
Please take good care of me, sometimes I feel down and alone and will need your comfort and presence.
Hope you will love me as much as I love you.
"Versatile little guy, aren't you?" you smirked, playing with his hair a little. "I think you and I will get along perfectly."
You scooped your dolly up and brought him to your room, placing him down on your bed before going back to grab the manual. You skimmed over it, nodding every now and then in surprise. This really was some kind of never before seen technology. You wondered how BIMT managed to produce the dolls and what else they made that no one knew about.
Being a programmer, you knew stuff like this was the result of trial and error. You kept thinking about how they actually got to here and what they had to do to make something as advanced as the doll on your bed.
"Let's see what you got, pretty boy." you smirked as you stood in front of Jisung. You gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing maybe the most lean waist you've ever seen.
"Wow." you gasped. "Yeah, you're not real." you chuckled, placing your hand on his chest. Your fingers twitched against him, he felt real, like a real human being. And he was warming up under your touch.
Your hand slid down, touching his chest, his nipples that seemed to become more pebbled the more you ran your fingertips over them.
"Look at that." you giggled before sliding your hand down until you got to his jeans. You noticed a small piece of paper sticking from the pocket.
"What's this?" you pulled it out and opened it.
My baby!
I am so excited for our first date!
I might be a little shy at first though. Hopefully you will still enjoy our first night together.
"Oh, I'll enjoy." you smirked, seeing the bulge that was straining against his pants. You unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down, feeling the heat radiating off of him. Your fingers wrapped around his clothed length and you palmed him over his boxers. He twitched in your hand and you gasped.
"I'll discover your secrets, Jisung. But first let's have some fun, shall we?" you smirked, thinking how the doll should be used for what it was essentially made for. Why not have a little fun with it before you actually hack into it?
You slid his boxers down and his length slapped against his stomach, red and dripping, ready for you.
"Wow." you gasped, he was big and shaped perfectly. You couldn't wait to try him out so you stripped out of your clothes, throwing them haphazardly anywhere they landed in your room. Jisung was propped against your pillow in a half-sitting position and you crawled on the bed, hovering over his chest as you chuckled.
Why did it seem like his eyes were sparkling? Like they were trained on your pussy? Like he was actually seeing you before him?
"You want this?" you smirked, your fingers sliding on your folds then back up as you spread them before placing one finger on your clit and playing with it. Your dolly blushed at your ministrations and you gasped.
"What the fuck?" you chuckled in disbelief as you leaned over his face and tried to take a better look at him, to see if he was breathing, blinking, moving, anything. But it seemed like his heart wasn't beating at all. It's probably just a feature the dollies have, you thought to yourself as you continued touching your wet folds and playing with your clit.
"You have pretty hands, little dolly." you smirked, grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand to your breast. "Mm." you moaned as you moved against it, his skin was smooth and warm and it felt so good against yours. Your other hand was still between your legs and you slowly pushed two fingers inside your pussy, moaning at the feeling while staring at Jisung's face. The look on the doll's face was so sweet, almost innocent and you couldn't help but think if he was a real man, you'd definitely fall for him, he seemed just your type.
After a few minutes of playing with yourself, you were starting to lose patience the more you stared at Jisung, he was so alluring. You slid down to hover over his cock before grabbing the base of it and pressing the tip on your wet folds.
"Fuck." you groaned, throwing your head back. He felt so real, so perfect and you slid down slowly, taking his length in until he bottomed out inside you and you sat on him, squirming around to adjust. He filled you up like no one else and your eyes rolled back as soon as you started fucking on him.
A string of curses left your lips while you bounced up and down on him, getting his heavy cock more wet with each movement as you kept squeezing around him. You braced your hands on his defined chest and fucked him harder, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot and making you groan loudly as your eyes watered from arousal.
Your thighs started burning, legs tingling as a sheen of sweat covered your body while you kept fucking Jisung harder, noticing his face was becoming even more red.
"You enjoying, dolly?" you smirked between moans and clenched around him, forgetting that with your doll's sensitivity he could cum just from that. And that is exactly what happened, without warning he twitched and exploded inside you, making you gasp and clench even harder around him. The wetness and warmth made your eyes roll back and you followed after him, cumming around his cock and riding your high as long as you could.
"Tsk. Naughty dolly." you chuckled, pinching his cheek. "Wow, your face is warm." you added, pressing your palm against his heated skin. You leaned down and kissed his lips, they were so soft and for some reason tasted like cherries. Your lips kept pressing into his, before moving onto his cute puffy cheeks and placing more sweet kisses there.
"Hey!" a giggle escaped your lips when you felt him getting hard inside you again. "I'd love to but my thighs hurt." you pouted before sliding off of him. "My jaw is fine though." you winked at the doll before sliding down and coming closer to his cock, wet with yours and his juices. With a shrug, you pressed your tongue against him and gave him one long lick from the base to the tip, tasting yourself and again, something like cherries mixed with it.
"What are you made of? Fruit?" you let out another giggle before leaning in again and wrapping your lips around his tip. You sucked lightly, moaning and enjoying the taste and feeling of him. Your hand wrapped around what you couldn't take in your mouth as you slid as far down as you could and started moving your head up and down on Jisung's cock. Your eyes fluttered shut and you got into a rhythm, moaning and swallowing around him because he tasted so good.
It didn't take long for your dolly to explode again, this time painting your mouth with his warm cum and you swallowed every last sweet drop of him. You leaned up and kissed him again before leaving the room to take a quick shower. You didn't bother to put anything else but a short robe on when you came back to clean up your dolly too.
"Now. Let's see what you are made of."
You lifted him and put him in your chair before taking the usb cable and connecting it into the back of his neck and then into your computer. After opening the terminal and typing out a few lines of code, you were in.
"Hah!" you laughed. BIMT might've shut their ex employees up and they made sure no one could find dirt about them or hack into any site they made but they probably never thought that someone would actually hack into one of the dolls.
"What kind of code is this?" you gasped a little as you looked at lines and lines of code that your dolly was made from. It was definitely some advanced programming language but still it was readable, and to someone who did this for life it wasn't hard to understand after taking some time to look at it and read it out.
You saw that it had some type of advanced AI implemented inside it, some kind of genetic algorithm carrying the unique DNA of your Jisung dolly. It wasn't like any other genetic algorithm you worked with before and it was clear to you that this technology was far ahead of its time.
"How the fuck?" you shook your head, scrolling through the lines of code, seeing that a lot of the features the doll had were 'turned off' before getting to a line where there was a loop holding the factory reset button.
Should you do it? Reset the doll and see what happens?
You turned towards Jisung and looked at his face, your eyes searching his glassy ones. You saw there were features of the doll talking, laughing, even something about his heart beating. You suspected that he was actually 'alive'. You felt like you were in some kind of science fiction movie as your finger hovered over the left mouse button.
"Fuck it." you said and clicked it.
For a few moments, nothing happened until you noticed all the lines with features changing rapidly before your eyes. You jumped a little and looked at Jisung again. He was still for a moment before his eyes watered and then his face became red as he fought for air. He blinked a few times and then took a deep, painful breath in, his eyes became wide and his hand grabbed at his chest.
It looked like your dolly was alive after all.
Jisung looked around before his eyes landed on you and his hand flew to the usb pressed into his skin. With fearful eyes he stared at you and gasped.
"W-who are you?" he asked, backing away in the chair as you stared at him with mouth agape.
"Um, y/n. I bought you?"
"I... I was sold?" Jisung's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Why would Mother sell me?"
"Mother?"
"Why am I naked?!" he screamed suddenly, trying to cover himself up with his hands as his face became incredibly red.
"We just had sex? Or I fucked you. You're a sex doll? You don't remember anything?"
Jisung frowned again, pressing his lips together as his eyes moved left and right for a few moments before they widened.
"Yes, I remember now what happened." his cheeks were rosy again. "Can you please give me my clothes? I'm... embarrassed."
"Sure." you stood up to grab his boxers and Jisung saw a glimpse of your core as you moved around, quickly looking away as he started heating up.
"Here." you gave him his underwear and he managed to put them on while still sitting in the chair.
"Why am I hooked to your computer?" Jisung asked and you got closer to the screen and observed the code, seeing something you had never seen before in your life.
Under all the lines, new lines kept appearing as if the code was writing itself while Jisung spoke, thought or took in a breath. It was like a brain, doing all the things that would keep a human being alive and let them do all the things they do so easily.
"This is fascinating!" you kept gawking at the code.
"Please... I don't wanna be hooked to any more machines." Jisung whispered and you turned to look at him again.
"I'm sorry." you tilted your head before unhooking him from the cable and he winced, grabbing at his neck and you watched in real time as his skin grew over the opening.
"What the-" you kept chuckling in disbelief. But despite you being in shock, it was Jisung who stared at you like you were the weird one.
"You look confused. What's the last thing you remember, Jisung?" you asked and he bit on his lip, gulping as his eyes fixated on your cleavage.
"Hey, buddy!" you snapped your fingers with a chuckle. "Eyes up here." you pointed to your face and he sputtered a little.
"The last thing I remember? You-"
"No, before coming here." it was your turn to blush.
"Ugh. I remember my brothers and our Mother. She made us come to life. She loved us, she would never sell us." he quickly shook his head, getting upset. You reached out slowly and placed your hand over his and Jisung looked up at you with wide, shiny eyes.
"Do you know her name?"
"Mother? Isn't that her name?" he pouted a little, looking like a kid waiting to be praised for the right answer.
"Wait a sec." you said and googled Helena Bang, showing him a picture of her. "Is this mother?"
"Yes! Yes, that's her!" Jisung smiled and nodded.
"Jisung, I'm sorry but... but she is gone. She died a few years ago."
"W-what? What do you mean? That can't be true! She was there with us, teaching us everything and reading us books and, and-"
"Hey, hey, calm down. I didn't mean to upset you." you rolled you chair closer to Jisung's and took his hands in yours. He looked at you with tears in his eyes, sniffling as he tried to understand just what you were saying to him.
"Look, obviously something happened in between and someone wiped your memory." you tried soothing him, drawing circles with your thumbs into his skin. "But don't worry, you came to the right hands because I will help you remember everything and discover what is happening in BIMT." you nodded and Jisung exhaled.
"Okay. I trust you. You're really pretty." he said with rosy cheeks and you laughed.
"You trust me cause I'm pretty?"
"No, I trust you because... because I have a feeling I should. And you're also pretty." he looked down and you giggled, leaning in and kissing his cheek softly.
"You're pretty too." you whispered in his ear.
"T-thank you." he stuttered, playing with his fingers.
"Now tell me everything you remember. Don't leave any minor details out." you said and Jisung began talking.
"We looked different before, when we were first made. We spent a lot of time in these big tanks filled with some kind of liquid. They called them 'incubators' and they would take us out and hook us to some kind of machines. They did something to us, I couldn't see what but I could feel it. I think- I think they were adding skin and other parts...and it hurt. A lot. But after that we were transported to this big mansion and we lived there with Mother. She took care of us, she taught us everything and she read books to us and played games with us. We spent time in the garden of the house a lot. Chan, Changbin and I had a lot of fun in the house gym, but Changbin spent lots of time there. And there was a pool, I'd hang out there with Felix and Hyunjin. And Hyunjin also loved the garden a lot. Seungmin too! And the library, Seungmin would sit in the library a lot, reading all the books Mother had there! Jeongin spent a lot of time in the game room playing videogames with Seungmin and Felix. And Minho really loved cooking and taking care of the cats in the mansion. We had a wonderful time together. I remember we would grill in the backyard and I had a guitar, we all sang together. I- I don't know what happened after that." Jisung hugged himself. "All I remember is a feeling. A deep seated feeling of angst and fear. Something happened to us, we were separated. From each other and from Mother. We went to sleep. And then I woke up here."
"So, Helena did make all of you." you smirked, looking up the current CEO of the institute. "And this bastard decided to completely turn everything around and make money in such a dirty way, making himself look like a genius who made you." you shook your head in disbelief. "Do you remember him?"
Jisung shook his head with wide, innocent eyes.
"Don't worry, Jisung. I'll get to the bottom of this."
-
After a proper shower and meal, Jisung seemed to be more calm than earlier as he wandered around your apartment, brushing his fingers against your furniture and decorations.
"You don't have a garden? Or a library? A gym? A pool?" he looked at you expectantly and you let out a cackle, now dressed in your comfy pjs and ready to relax before sleep.
"That's something only rich people have. Here, I have a balcony. Come." you beckoned him with your hand and he followed. You opened the door to your balcony, taking a deep breath in, the fresh breeze of an early summer evening caressing your skin.
Jisung took in a deep breath too and cautiously placed his palms on the railing before looking down.
"Wow. It's really high up." he said and you stood next to him.
"Does it scare you?" you put your hand next to his.
"It's just a little... uncomfortable. But I like the plants you put here." Jisung smiled at the few flower and plant pots you had all around your balcony.
"Then don't look down, look up." you took his hand and pulled him to the little bench and table you had placed there. "You can see the stars from my balcony."
Jisung's eyes widened a little as he scanned the sky, a small smile twitching on his lips as you observed him.
"You seem fascinated." you said as he stayed silent.
"I've always loved the stars, felt like they held answers to any question. I begged Mother to take us to an observatory so we can look at the sky together. She always said it was too dangerous to leave the house and that it's not time yet. She said we had to wait for the right time to leave, to be independent."
"You still wanna do that?" you smiled and he looked at you, nodding quickly.
"I'll take you then."
Jisung gasped, his body jolting in excitment. "Really?!"
"Yes, I've never been to one either. I think it would be something fun to see." you said and he kept nodding the entire time, making you chuckle.
"Are you tired?" he asked when you yawned.
"Yes and I have lots to do tomorrow. I'm working on a big project for work and I also want to look more into your code." you said and Jisung shivered a little.
"You're gonna hook me up to your computer again?" he pouted.
"I'm afraid that's the only way to find out more." you chewed on your lip.
"Do you think my brothers are in danger?" he asked then, frowning in thought.
"They could be. But no one bought them yet."
"Can you?" he asked and you chuckled.
"What I had saved up I spent on you. I got nothing left. But I could call a friend. You said Chan was the first doll made, right?" you asked, standing up and Jisung nodded.
"Then I know what to do." you reached your hand to him. "But now, let's go to sleep."
Jisung took your hand and let you lead him back to your room.
"We are sleeping together?" he asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes and embarrassment painted on his cheeks.
"Of course." you smirked a little and pulled him down on the bed with you.
With his cute face and pretty eyes, Jisung managed to steal a few kisses from you before he fell asleep in your arms.
Jisung woke up when it was still dark outside, the sky still full of stars albeit a little less shiny now as the sun was supposed to rise soon. He looked at your sleeping frame, reaching his hand to gently touch your cheek, his fingertips on your skin. He played with your hair before putting it behind your ear. He's never seen someone as beautiful as you and he never felt this sort of excitement, like butterflies and fire inside him for anyone else but you.
Jisung's face flushed when he realized he was aroused by your presence and warmth. He had no idea what to do, should he wake you up or just ignore it? He squirmed in place, accidentally grazing against your bare thigh. A moan left his lips and he couldn't help himself, pressing against you again and dragging his clothed length against your soft skin. His hands gripped at your hip and his eyes closed as he whimpered quietly. The movements and sounds made you snap out of your dreams and your eyes fluttered open.
"Jisung?" you whispered and he froze.
"I'm- I'm sorry Y/n. It's just-" you chuckled, shutting him up with a sleepy kiss as your hands traveled down.
"Take what you need." you smirked after getting rid of your shorts and underwear. He gasped a little as you grabbed his wrist and led his hand between your legs.
"You feel that? For you." you smirked, eyes closed as his fingers explored your wet folds. You pushed his boxers down slowly and pulled him in closer to you, your brain foggy and turned on after sleep. Jisung slotted his hips between yours and gripped your thighs, spreading your legs more before grabbing his cock and sinking it into you. Both of you moaned, hands grabbing desperately at each other.
"Y-you make me feel like I'm burning." he buried his face in the crook of your neck and a breathless chuckle escaped your lips. Jisung whined, gripping at you as he started dragging his cock against your walls slowly, fitting perfectly inside you.
"J-Jisung... Feels so good." you whimpered, arching up into him.
"Yeah, baby?" his lips pressed into your flushed cheek as he fucked you slowly and deeply.
"Yeah, perfect." you gasped, your hands roaming on his back, up and down his smooth skin, feeling the defined muscles.
"You're perfect too. So warm." Jisung whimpered, speeding up just a little as he lifted your shirt up, exposing your breasts to him. He bit on his lip and you moaned, arching into him and encouraging him to touch you so he placed his hands on your breasts, squeezing them and playing with your nipples. Your legs wrapped around him as your hands kept roaming on his skin, his lips on your neck and chest, his body swaying into yours until you were brought to climax together.
"Wow." Jisung smiled, laying his cheek on your chest and looking up at you.
"It's much more fun when you're not just lying there." you joked, poking his cheek.
He pouted and frowned, swatting your hand away. "For me, it was fun to just watch you too."
"I'm sure it was." you giggled, wiggling out of his hold and getting up. "We got work to do."
Jisung whined but followed you to the bathroom. After a shower and breakfast you picked up your phone a called a friend. She lived a little out of town and was enthusiastic about technology in her own way. She was a little older than you and used to do research for BIMT while Helena was still alive but any time you asked her something about it, she'd shut you down, never quite giving you any straight answers. She was an intelligent woman but paranoid that people were listening in to her conversations so she moved away from everyone, changing her life into something more simpler, more close to nature.
You told her everything and heard the gasps she let out, the murmurs of disbelief.
"So, can you take Chan? I think we might have a chance of helping the dolls if you do. Since Jisung was 'sleeping' and supposed to just be used as a sex doll, then the other dolls might be struggling too. I don't think it's right. Maybe they're not completely human... but their heart is beating. They hurt, they feel. They think. They don't deserve to be mistreated." you talked as you paced around your kitchen, Jisung's head following your body as it moved left and right over and over again.
A deep exhale on the other side of the phone.
"Fine. I'll help them. I will take Chan."
Satisfied with the answer, you thanked your friend and hung up.
"Everything is going according to plan, Sungie." you smirked, grabbing his cheeks and smushing them, making his lips pop as he whined.
"You're adorable." you chuckled and kissed him as he blushed profusely, grabbing at your waist.
"Now I gotta actually work and after that I will look at your code." you said.
"What shall I do until then?" he asked and you chuckled.
"You can watch tv. Or read. I mean I'm sure you can find something interesting to do while I work."
Jisung nodded and you watched him make his way to the living room before you walked into your room and sat at your desk.
-
A few hours later, Jisung walked into your room and stared at you sheepishly, fiddling with his fingers.
"Yes?" you chuckled, turning to look at him.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Are you?" you asked back and he nodded, his cheeks rosy. "I will order some food for us."
It didn't take long for your lunch to arrive and the two of you decided to take advantage of the nice weather and eat out on the balcony.
"Y/n?" Jisung said after some time, his cheeks puffy as he ate and you chuckled at his cuteness.
"Yes?"
"Can we take a walk?"
"Oh! Of course. We can do whatever we want." you nodded with a smile.
"Really? Mother never let us leave the property around her mansion. It was too dangerous. That's what she always said." he shivered a little.
"Nothing will hurt you here, I promise." you reached for his hand and he melted.
"I trust you."
"Good, then let's get some fresh air."
Jisung was almost like a child, pointing at everything, happy to be out and about, by your side as you held his hand and took him to your favorite ice cream place, down the familiar streets of the city and to your favorite park.
By the time you got home, night was falling and he was exhausted. You didn't have the heart to hook him up to a computer again, letting him rest in your bed as you sat at your desk and researched the code you copy-pasted from him.
You were getting closer to understanding it. Maybe even close enough to make some tweaks of your own, write a few more lines that would help you understand more so you could help the dolls free themselves.
"Challenge accepted."
A few weeks later, you were able to read the code, it was not that hard for you to get there since you've been doing this for years. You made progress with Jisung, he was willing to cooperate, helping saving his brothers was the only thing on his mind. He was smart too, knowing some things you didn't and that helped you understand some of the programming too.
Somehow he knew that the usb opening reveals itself with a press of his fingerprint over the spot. That's how you managed to plug him into your computer every few days, you didn't want him to feel like that was your only goal, to pick away at his mind. You wanted him to be happy, to you he was human and you had to admit you were starting to fall in love with him more and more each day.
"Jisung, look!" you called out to him one day as you scrolled on your phone while he read some manga, both of you having a chill afternoon.
"What?" he scooted closer to you, looking down at your phone.
"All the dolls have been sold out! I mean... your brothers." you grimaced and he sighed.
"That... was fast. But we know where Chan is?"
"We do. You want to go see him?" you asked and Jisung nodded.
"I will try to convince my friend to let us visit her. She is so paranoid that she never gives her address to anyone. I bet she had Chan picked up somewhere else so she doesn't give away her info. She barely gave me her phone number!" you threw your hands up in frustration.
"Please, try it! I really want to see him!" Jisung clung to you with a hopeful expression.
"Of course." you smiled, softening when you looked into his eyes.
You leaned in and kissed him gently as you wrapped your arms around him and his wrapped around you, pulling you closer into his heated body. You deepened the kiss, your tongue playing with his, a fire burning up inside your body.
As the kiss kept getting more heated, you sat up and pressed your hands on Jisung's chest but he grabbed your wrists gently and leaned back, looking at you lust filled eyes.
"Let me." he whispered and took the lead, pushing you against the couch and leaning in to kiss your neck. You let out a moan, your head falling back as you gripped at him. His hands roamed on your body slowly, mapping you out and squeezing a few times as he kissed and nipped at your skin.
"You're so beautiful." his lips trembled against your skin as he lowered them to your cleavage.
"Jisung." you moaned, hands tangling in his hair as he squeezed your hips. He whimpered at the sound of his name sounding so sinful when it spilled from your lips. He slid the straps of your top down, staring at your breast popping out with almost a fascinated look.
You arched into him and his hands gripped your thighs, lips attaching to your skin again, kissing the swell of your breast to your nipple before swiping his tongue over it, making you tremble and tug at his hair. Jisung kept repeating his actions, alternating between licking and sucking on both your nipples, his eyes closed as he enjoyed. You ran your hands over his shoulders and back, pressing your fingertips into his defined muscles.
His fingers inched closer to your core, brushing against the warmness over your shorts. Your breath got caught in your throat and he looked up at you before sliding down on his knees between your legs.
"Let me taste you, baby." he smirked a little, pulling you closer as he hooked his arms around your thighs and leaned in to press a kiss to your core.
"Fuck, Jisung!" you moaned, hips lifting up towards him as you hooked your fingers in your shorts. You started sliding them down with your underwear and Jisung helped, pulling them off of you completely before gripping your inner thighs and spreading your legs more.
He groaned and stuck his tongue out, licking a fat stripe over your folds to your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking.
"Ah!" you jolted, gripping his hair harshly and tugging on it, making him moan into you and suck at you harder. His tongue prodded at your entrance and you whimpered, pushing his head into you and Jisung spread your pussy with his tongue, tasting you, lapping at you. Your legs were trembling and closing around his head as you neared your climax, your fingers tugging at his hair. Jisung moaned into you, fucking you with his tongue faster, eating you out like he's been craving to taste your essence his entire life. Your thighs almost crushed his head when you came, his name leaving your lips in a loud moan as your body shook.
Jisung whined loudly too, licking at you until you pushed him away, feeling overstimulated.
"Fucking hell." you exhaled and looked down at him to see him completely disheveled, his hair messy, eyes hazy and lips glistening with your release.
"Please, it hurts." he whimpered.
"What hurts, baby?" you gasped a little, leaning over him to take a better look at him. He moaned desperately, palming the prominent bulge in his sweats, it was straining against the fabric, wanting to be freed and buried inside you.
"Come here, Sungie." you helped him up and then hooked your fingers in his pants, sliding them down with his underwear. His cock slapped against his stomach heavily, dripping only for you.
You reached towards him and he gripped your wrist gently.
"Don't." he shook his head. "If you touch me, I'll cum." he said, his cheeks becoming red in embarrassment as he shut his eyes tightly and attempted to calm down just a little. You waited, looking at him endearingly, it was adorable just how desperate he was for you.
He opened his eyes suddenly and pushed you down, making you gasp in surprise and delight as he spread your legs wide, his hands running up and down your thighs for a few moments. You whined and got rid of your top and Jisung got rid of his shirt, not wanting anything to be in between you. He hovered over you, grabbing his cock and running the tip on your wet folds.
You arched your body into his, your hands coming up to touch his shoulders and arms. Jisung's eyes fluttered as he slowly pushed in, filling you up to the brim. He pressed his body against yours as you embraced him, wrapping your legs around him. After savoring the moment, Jisung's hands gripped at your hips as he started moving inside you.
"Mm... Y/n, you feel so good. So perfect for me." he whimpered and you gripped at his upper back.
"You're perfect for me too, Sungie. Harder, please!" you whined, lifting up into him, trying to match his rhythm. Jisung brought his hips into yours harder as both of you gripped at each other, pressing closer and closer together like you wanted to melt into one person.
"I love you." Jisung moaned out into your ear as he clutched at your hips, enough to leave bruises. You gasped as he rutted into you desperately, the words that left his lips made you clench.
"I love you, Jisung!" you whimpered and he unravelled, exploding inside you and riding his high as he fucked his cum deeper into you, making you clench as you finished around him, your entire body burning up. There were tears in his eyes and you grabbed his face and kissed him sloppily, still trying to catch your breath and come back to your body. He pulled out of you and laid on top of you as you held each other, just enjoying the moment.
"You really love me?" Jisung looked up at you after some time. You couldn't help but giggle at his cute face.
"I love you so much." you hugged him tightly, it was more than just words, it was a promise.
-
"Hey there, friend! How's everything going with your dolly? Did you wake him up yet?" you asked, after calling your friend who ordered Chan dolly.
"Not yet. I'm scared to." your friend answered.
"Just do as I did. He'll wake up just like Jisung did. And speaking of Jisung, he really wants to see Chan."
"I- I don't know about that. What if you get followed here?" you recognized the panic in her voice. "I don't want them to find me."
"Who is 'them'?" you asked for the hundreth time, knowing she'd never answer.
"I can't say. They may be listening, may know Channie is here. I can't risk it anymore, I can't!"
"Please, just calm down! We need to help the dolls, and no one can do it but us, do you understand that? I know that you're scared but trust me, okay?" you pleaded with her.
A long exhale from the other side and rustling sounds as she moved around.
"Alright. But if something happens-"
"Nothing will happen. Well, nothing bad. I promise."
You sighed after hanging up, hoping she would just wake Chan up already so she could get information out of him too.
"So, any luck?" Jisung came into your room, a bowl of ice cream in his hands.
"Nope." you shook your head and he whined, digging into the ice cream with his spoon.
"What are we going to do now?" he asked and you rubbed his arm soothingly.
"Let it unfold. I believe she will come to her senses and do what I asked of her."
"You have lots of belief in people." Jisung noted.
"Not all people. Just ones I feel I can trust. Anyways, why are you not dressed?" you crossed your arms and looked at Jisung expectantly, with a teasing glint in your eyes.
"Dressed?"
"For the surprise I have for you." you pouted and he gasped, standing up immediately.
"That's today?! Fuck, I'll be ready in 10!"
You chuckled at him as you watched him running around clumsily and getting ready. You left him to it as you went to the bathroom to finish your makeup. Jisung walked in later, just as you were adding some last touches. His arms wrapped around you, his chin on your shoulder as his eyes found yours in the reflection of the mirror.
"Where are you taking me?" he asked and you smirked a little.
"I'm not saying." you teased and Jisung pouted.
"Okay but I won't stop bothering you about it." he poked your side and you wiggled out of his arms with a chuckle.
"Listen, we are going somewhere you've always wanted to go."
Jisung knew just what you were referring to and he decided to stop asking questions and instead he gave you a soft kiss of appreciation, excitement building up inside his body as you led him out of the apartment and to your car.
The observatory was a little out of town and the drive there was cozy, you were playing a chill summery playlist as Jisung pulled the window down and closed his eyes, enjoying the breeze, the fresh air and smells of nature around you. The night was so calm and quiet, instead of it being eerie, you felt excitement building up inside you as you neared the observatory. When you parked, you already noticed that without all the light pollution from the city, the stars were more luminous and visible.
"Wow! It's so pretty already." Jisung exclaimed when you got out of the car and you chuckled at his enthusiasm.
"It is." you looked around in wonder before walking up the path to the observatory, Jisung's hand finding yours as you entwined your fingers together. There were a few other people there and the little tour started with a short presentation and walk around the exhibition of planets and the history surrounding their discovery, along with stories and facts about other space phenomena. Jisung was gasping every now and then, practically vibrating with excitement next to you that he almost forgot how to walk a few times, tripping over his legs and blushing when you squeezed his hand and giggled at him.
You were excited too, waiting for the main course of the evening, looking through a real telescope and seeing all the planets up close, well as close as you could. Soon, you were lead to the telescopes and seeing the planets was nothing like you thought it would be. For some reason, the shapes and colors on the planets felt familiar after seeing so many high quality pictures that were taken of them. But, at the same time seeing the celestial bodies with a professional telescope made you realize that they are actually up there, that they have mass and actually exist, not just as pictures. It was a feeling you couldn't describe and Jisung was equally as if not even more mesmerized by the experience.
As the tour ended and you got back to your car Jisung couldn't stop babbling about everything you saw. You couldn't help the fond smile that spread on your face as you watched him so happy and animated.
It made your chest warm.
"Do you think someone else lives up there, with a telescope of their own watching Earth?" Jisung asked when the two of you laid in bed that night, embracing each other.
"Maybe they do. We'll never know, I guess." you said, running your fingers through his hair.
"Maybe they come visit us one day." Jisung smiled and looked up at you, his cheek pressed against your chest.
"I hope it'll be a peaceful visit." you said and Jisung agreed, his eyes fluttering shut as you soothed him with your touch.
Two weeks later, Jisung was still doodling planets the two of you looked at as you made breakfast when your phone started ringing. You grabbed it and saw it was an unknown number, contemplating if you should answer.
"Who is it?" Jisung looked up at you and you shrugged.
"I have no idea."
"Maybe it's your friend. Or Chan!" he perked up.
"Oh, you're right." you nodded and answered the call. "Hello?"
"Miss Y/n L/n?" a monotone voice sounded from the other line.
"Yes?"
"We understand you have bought Jisung, the nerdy doll. We regret to inform you that all the dolls have to be returned due to a malfunction. You will get a refund of your money, of course. Tomorrow we are coming to collect the doll." the voice spoke and you smirked at Jisung.
"Sure." you said calmly. "See you tomorrow."
The man bid goodbye and you put your phone down as Jisung looked at you expectantly.
"It's happening." you said and Jisung put his pencil down and nodded, understanding immediately.
"Time for me to write some code." you smirked and he exhaled and nodded again as he took your hand.
You had worked tirelessly on it for months, perfecting the code as you predicted that something like this would happen, you knew you had to have some type of guarantee that you can save Jisung and his brothers. After hooking him up into your computer, your fingers started gliding against the keyboard like they were dancing and Jisung watched you with tenderness in his eyes, affection and sadness washing over him. He knew you were doing this for him and his brothers and he knew he'd have to leave you, at least for a little while and he couldn't bear the thought of being away from you.
But still, he was thankful.
You typed out the code and started talking. "With this I'll be able to track you and see what's happening. And they won't be able to pull the plug and make you sleep. You'll have to act as if they did it, I don't know if it will sell when they see your code and see that it has been tampered with. But I am counting that it will buy us enough time to infiltrate the building. Enough to cause a commotion. You just have to act like you're cooperating with them and not raise any suspicions. Understood?" you looked at him seriously.
"I understand." Jisung nodded firmly.
"Good. Just trust me, okay?"
And he did, Jisung trusted you with his life.
That night, both of you cried while making love, knowing it might be your last, at least for a little while but you didn't wanna be apart even for a second. Jisung sang you to sleep like he always did and you knew just how much you were going to miss his comforting voice.
Come morning, the doorbell rang some time after breakfast and you squeezed Jisung's hand as you saw he was getting anxious.
"It's going to be okay. Just act how we practiced." you assured him, grabbing his face and kissing him lovingly. Jisung gripped at your arms, desperately holding onto you and wishing you had at least one more day together.
"Soon, you'll be free, you and your brothers and we will go to the observatory again. And wherever else we want, I promise." you talked, your forehead pressed against his.
"I love you, Y/n." he whispered.
"I love you too." you pecked his lips once more before both of you made your way to the door.
There were four men in suits looking at you with serious expressions on their faces.
"Give us the doll." one of them said and Jisung nervously stepped closer to them.
"I'm here." he said and the men just looked at him quietly for a moment before nodding.
"Get in the car." another one said and Jisung looked back at you. You exhaled and winked at him, encouraging him to do as they said.
You watched his back as he left, his shoulders tense as he tried to keep himself together. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes but you had to compose yourself for this plan to work.
"Thank you for your cooperation, miss." the man said before all of them turned and left.
You quickly ran to your room and grabbed your phone, calling your friend.
"Did they come get him?" she asked and you could hear a commotion behind her.
"Yes. I did as we planned. Is Chan ready?" you asked and she let out a chuckle.
"Oh, he is ready. You should get here as soon as possible." she said.
"Fuck yes!" you laughed, everything was going just how you needed it to for your plan to work.
"Uhm, but... Y/n?" your friend hesitated and you paused your excited pacing.
"Yes?"
"We have company." she said and you gasped.
"What company?"
"Someone who can help us a lot."
You smirked and nodded to yourself, it was time to bring BIMT down.
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