author: Janule
Bill
Oh my God, the solarium was so uncomfortable… My back hurt, I should have known that the standing one would be better, the coffin sucked. I could crumple up there, but here? Nah… I wanted to go away but I couldn’t, I told Tom that I was going to Spain on holidays, so I had to tan a little bit. I couldn’t come back from sea white as a Snow-white, that would be suspicious. Why was the weather here such a bad thing, huh? It didn’t look like a July, it’s always raining and sun didn’t want to come. But what could I expect from Germany other than that? I was living in some family pension on the other side of Berlin for almost week. I had leased it just for myself, it was so boring, I couldn’t even call to my friends, because nobody could know that I was still in Germany. But in the interest of my and Tom’s relationship I had to make it. What counts was that I had television there and DVD-player, but I was bored of it already. I couldn’t even sleep, because I was just tossing and turning around in my bed, I had slept too much. One more week and I’d go home, finally… I would make it, I had waited six years so I could wait seven days, couldn’t I? But today was the Day, today it would start…
~*~
I was sitting in a car which I had leased in some livery, because mine had to stay parked in a garage; I was looking at the main doors of the house where I live. Waiting for Tom.
That ten minutes older cuddles didn’t have a clue how sly is his twin was… If he had he would kick me and scream me out of his apartment when I was giving him my keys, because I wanted him to water my flowers. By the way, I hated these stupid flowers. There was so much work with them, they always needed water and I was really tired of it, they were good just for alluring Tom to my flat. I was working on this plan for years, and I had these flowers in my home for years too. I was talking about my new hobby in front of Tom on purpose, I wanted him to remember that I really love my little flowers and that if he did something to them, he would have really big problem with me. Normally he wouldn’t give a damn about it but there was one little problem…
To wit, Tomi was for six years trying to pay me back his really serious engagement. So he always did what I wanted him to do, he was acting like he didn’t want to do it but then he did do it… He was my little cute tail. He didn’t know that I saw through him, he didn’t know that I knew everything about his dreams which he dreamed every night, and I knew what he wanted the most in them.
My older brother had a problem, every time when he’d get drunk, the next day he can’t remember anything. He knew it about himself so he didn’t want to go anywhere with me, because he would tell me everything; but his tireless brother – it’s me, savior, appears always in time, with offer. I’d always take him to his home, alone.
It was a miracle that Tom didn’t know about those little walks, but his friends were always in a very similar mood like him so there was no one who could tell him. I knew my twin for twenty-three years, so I knew when I had to come for him. I knew his drunken mood from first shot to very last loud snore; he was my love, one and only love which I had…
In one of these nice drunken moods he had mistaken me with some Suzy, whore, who was fucking with him, he told me his heartbreaking story about him – the strong brother who hadn’t lost it when his younger twin was trying to fuck with him. I was really glad that he told it to me and not to this Suzy, she must look like me.
Six years ago he ran away like a speed-racer when he woke up next to me, naked. But he didn’t know underlying information which I hadn’t told him. He didn’t owe me anything. When he was sober, he came to me to ask me what we were doing, and when I saw his desperate face when I told him about me blowing him, I just wasn’t strong enough to tell him about how wonderfully he blew me. It would kill him probably… So today, he’s still thinking that he owed me… Plus for me…
From what I heard when he thought that I was his court whore Suzy, he was dreaming every second night about the same thing… He remembered what I did to him, it was really strange that he didn’t remember what he did to me. Mercifully fount of oblivion…
All these years I was trying to seduce him. I tried so many tricks but unsuccessfully. I could have millions of women and millions of men but I wanted just one and only, like a fool, I hoped that I would make it. I hoped that I would persuade him that we were made for each other, that together we were the best. I could see it… for me it was natural, I loved him, he was attractive for me, so where’s the problem, huh? It was him, Tom and his excuses; however laws were on his side.
I was glad that he sometimes got drunk so I could hear out this honest guy which was hiding in him. Four years ago I found out that he wanted me, since this time I was trying more and more but he was still running away from me. He’s bumpkin, I don’t know why he is still regretting what he wants.
It’ll be two years since I was in Japan and saw their really interesting advertisement. It was in a really narrow street in Tokio, in one sex-shop when I went to see what they were using in Japan. I still remember what was written:
„Are you in love with someone and you know that you can’t have him? Are you sad and heartbroken? Come to us, we will help you!“ On the poster was a telephone number which I had copied to my phone, I didn’t trust it, I thought that it was just another charlatan which would tell me to put Tom’s hair under my pillow and that he would fall in love with me then…
Yeah… I knew that he liked me, that he loved me now, but how could I get him to fuck with me? I tried really everything so why couldn’t I try it there, in Japan, in the country of my dreams?
I had phoned the number the very next day and I was really surprised by what they had offered to me. They invited me to some modern lab where some little typical Japanese man told me as the cause stands.
That’s how TOM was made.
Yes… it was not Tom, but TOM 001. Its name which I had picked out for my beloved android and which he had fixed in his processor.
Flashback
„Sit down please,“ the really small man told me and gestured to the chair in the opposite direction in front of him. „I will play you a video, just for you to see how we will make your lover and to make you trust us that we won’t hurt your model,“ he assured me and pressed play. I was shocked when right in front of me a monitor had come out right from the floor. The video started. I was staring at it with my mouth open, I hadn’t closed it for the entire movie, and I was really pleasantly surprised.
They were offering fabrication of an android which would be a copy of the person you are in love with. It had just one really difficult condition. You had to make this person come to some scanner, where they would scan him to have all information which they need. Then they would make a perfect copy which has the same voice, same moves, which has something that feels like human’s skin when you touch it, and… it’s a sexual machine with hundreds of functions.
„It can do everything that you want it to do. It will do anything for you,“ was the commercial motto of the company. I wasn’t thinking for long about it and I said yes. I absolutely wanted to have a copy of Tom at home. If I couldn’t have the real one I wanted his identical copy with which I could cuddle when I was sad. I was really excited about it…
Starting costs were crazy but it was worth it. I had paid an advance payment and went home with instructions, where I had to come with Tom even if I had to fuddle him, take him in some sack and escort him in an automobile trunk, etcetera…
~*~
„Tomi?“ I had named him gently and carefully a week before the terminal. He looked at me questioningly and suspiciously from his guitar. We had gig in some club; we were playing in clubs all over Germany just a few times a week. „Are you okay? You seem really tired to me,“ I added to the started issue.
„If you think that you will make me to come to your flat because it’s nearer than my flat, give it up,“ Tom answered with contempt… It was his phobia that I would drag him to the bed, he would drive me insane. I think that he was really afraid that I could do it to him. He knew that I could have him…
„I just wanted to tell you, that I am going to Dortmund for some checkup, they will scan all my organs to be sure that I am okay. It’s really expensive, it’s the newest process, I was just thinking that you could go with me, to be sure that you’re okay too. It’s free, they are doing it for popularity, so you can be sure after that, that you don’t have some starting tumor in your body.“ I was speaking in a really serious way to make him think about it. I had to make him go there upon any terms.
„You’re a hypochondriac, aren’t you?“ He looked at me. „We’re young… it’s not necessary.“ He was thinking aloud.
„It’s not so long ago that Erik died of a tumor on his brain, and I have the impression that he was our classmate, so he was as old as us. Don’t believe in fairy tales that your youth will save you. I will be more calm if you’ll come with me, we have the same general discretions, so if they find something in me, it’s really presumable that they will find something in you too. If you go, you can be sure.“ I was still persuading him. It seemed like I had good arguments because he was acting like he was thinking about it. I hoped that he would come.
„When will it be?“ he asked me and I wanted to jump around.
„It’s on next Wednesday in Dortmund. I will pick you up, just be ready at nine in the morning.“ I was so happy.
~*~
The checkup went without problems, Tom hadn’t got any suspicions, he had no clue that those little Japanese men weren’t doctors but engineers, specialists in the manufacturing of AI, so he stripped without problems and let them scan him from his toes to his beloved dreads. In time when he thought I was in this tunnel too, I was in an office; talking with them about android’s image, behavior and functions which I would want him to have.
End of flashback
And when they had brought TOM to my flat; three months later; I got an idea that I could use the android for something else than just a replacement of my stupid brother who didn’t want to love even if his heart was telling him to do the opposite.
I had conceived a trap. If I knew his character well, which I did, it had to work.
author: Janule
translated: Lil.Katie
betaread: Woobie
