Personality prints! Now your Mesh-Puppet can be overwritten with a variety of our stored Personality Imprints! (Story Inside!)

 

The Lab techs arrived in Director Chaste’s office as he was zipping up his pants.  Deborah lay helplessly on the desk, cum dripping out of her cunt.  David stepped back and the Technicians lifted her onto the gurney.  With no arms or legs to restrain, most of the straps were ignored.  A single strap was looped over her waist and they began wheeling her out.

“It won’t be me, David!  No matter what your technology does, it won’t be me in there!”

On a whim, David decided to follow the techs down to the Mesh Lab.

Doctor Hugo was adjusting some settings on a screen when David arrived in the control room.   On the other side of the observation glass, the technicians securing Deborah’s head and neck into a harness.

“Director Chaste”” Dr. Hugo nodded to David.  “Decided to slum it with us science boys?”

David laughed.  He liked Dr Hugo.  The man didn’t get wrapped up in titles and status.  He spoke to every man as though they were sharing beers poolside.  “If you’ll have me Neil.  I’m not sure I’m qualified to be in this room.”

“I doubt that.” The doctor replied “FEMD couldn’t have come as far without you.  I’m not kissing ass, you have really opened the door for us to push Cyber-Behavioral modification ahead by centuries!  The Old world is still theorizing about the things we are doing every day!”

David cleared his throat. “Not bad for a Bachelor in Theology”

Dr. Hugo’s lips curled into a smile.  He was about to laugh but he saw David’s face.  “Theology? Really?” he cleared his throat.  “That is, well, surprising”

David patted the Doctor on the back.  “Not every man of faith opposes science.”

The doctor fiddled with a dial.  “Before I came to the Empire, back in America, my experience was…”

David nodded.  “Americans.”  He shook his head.  “A country founded by Puritan fanatics.  What do you expect?”

A Blond cunt in a too-small nurses uniform complete with hat came into the room.  She wore 5” heels, white thigh-high stockings with garter straps disappearing under the hem of her skirt that was so short that you could see her ass and cunt whenever she bent over.  The top was only half-buttoned, displaying the cleavage of her large breasts that were being smushed by the small garment, giving them a globular appearance.  “Sirs, is the cunt to be anesthetized, Sirs?”

Dr. Hugo looked at David with a raised eyebrow.  David nodded.  Dr. Hugo turned back to the Nurse “Yes Nurse Cummy.  Knock her out.”

“Yes Sirs,” She said, giving a curtsey that displayed everything before turning to leave.  David saw a bronze metallic circle behind her left ear.

“Mesh-Puppet?” David asked?

“Interestingly, No.” Dr. Hugo replied.

“But the data port?”  David was curious

Dr. Hugo shrugged.  “Is cosmetic.  It helps pacify the subjects, just watch”

In the operating theater, Nurse Cummy was inserting a central line IV.   Debora appeared to still be shouting.  David pressed the intercom button.

“...Traitor!” Deb shouted at the Nurse. “You can still fight and your doing what they tell you!  Fight them!  Don’t you understand?!  You outnumber the men!  If you all rose up……”  Deb stopped short as Nurse Cummy pulled her hair aside and pointed at the disk behind her ear.

Deb’s tone changed.  “Oh… Oh my dear.  I’m sorry.  This can’t last forever.   It’s got to end sometime.”

David pressed the microphone button.  “Not for you Deb.  With your imprint on file, I can keep recreating you forever!  I’ll always have a Deb on display!”

“It won’t be me!” Deb spat back! “It’s just a copy!  I’ll still die and be free of you someday!”

Nurse Cummy hooked a syringe filled with white fluid to her IV and pushed.  While Deb ranted.  “You can’t have me forever David I….will…end”  She was out.

Several surgeons in white scrubs walked into the room.   One picked up a drill, tested it a couple of times and then began drilling into Deb’s skull behind her ear.

Dr. Hugo turned to David.  “We need to implant a mesh to get a complete read of her memory and personality pattern”

David had read the reports and understood the process, but he nodded as though he learned something new.

“And the destination Puppet?” He asked.  “I guess you do a full mind-wipe on her?”

“Interestingly, no.”  The Doctor walked over to a display screen.  A beautiful tall woman wearing lingerie was strapped down to a gurney alone in a room.  “The cunt brain has an amazing capacity for storage, so there is no need to delete old data.  Neuro-Pathways don’t work that way anyway.  Heck, even on a computer hard drive, when you delete a file, all you really do is remove the pointers to the data from the allocation table it's why IT Security makes us destroy the drives when we discard a computer”

David understood the concept.  “So how do you keep the original cunt from taking over from the implanted personality?”

Dr. Hugo grinned.  “I just said how.  We remove the pointers.”

David scrunched his brow.

Hugo continued.  “The mesh disconnects voluntary nerve impulses from the parts of the brain associated with the host personality and reroutes the impulses to the implanted personality.”

David was impressed.  “So if we wanted the original restored we could.”

Dr. Hugo hissed.  “We experimented with that.”

“Not good?” David asked.

“An understatement” The doctor admitted. “It seems that, though disconnected, the host consciousness remains aware.  Existing as a helpless passenger inside their own body has a destructive impact on mental health.  Restored hosts are pretty much useless basket cases unless restoration is conducted within the first few days.”

David nodded.  Cunt minds were notoriously fragile.  “Well, Doctor, You can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs.   It’s a cunt mind.  Nothing of value is lost.”

He looked through the window at the unconscious limbless torso being operated on, then down at the sexy woman on the screen.

“When will my Debs be ready?”

Dr. Hugo looked up while he ran numbers.  “22 hours for Mesh growth, another 12 to download the Matrix, Upload is another 18… The original will be back Wendsday,  the new one will be Thursday.”

“Thanks, Doc!”