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Azura: The Impossible Adventures
Chapter One: Waking to Moira

I guess you could say I wasn't exactly your standard model robot. Of course back then autotrons as they were called didn't come with all the features that modern robots have. For one thing, we didn't have the sophisticated emotion circuits that exist now. Instead what we had was learning software. It was advanced for it's day but as with all cutting edge software it had it's share of bugs. However, as I said, I was a very expensive model with super fast processors, a vast storage capacity and a nearly infinite learning curve.

The other thing about me was some of my non-conventional abilities. While I was marketed as sexy maid autotron and designed to be attractive to human males I was also capable of hand-to-hand combat. I am far faster than the fastest human and am stronger than the strongest human. So while I was designed to look like the fantasy maid of every man's imagination I was also a very servicable bodyguard. I also was given a vast array of knowledge about a whole host of subjects and was able to obtain anything I didn't know via a satellite link to the Library of Gaia, thereby making me a quite adequate tutor or even administrative assistant. I was quite truly the total package in a very sexy wrapping.

I remember the first time I was turned on. I was in the display window of an upscale electronics boutique (not the Electronics Boutique of course but rather an electronics store that specialized in servicing well-to-do customers which puts me in mind of "servicing" customers in a decidedly altogether different fashion). Of course we were shipped to the retail stores turned off. Our first moment of awareness was when we were turned on in the store by our new owners. Even back then autotrons had an incredibly strong imprinting routine hardwired into us so that the person who turned us on, the first person we saw, was the person who claimed our utter loyalty and devotion. For that reason it's all but impossible to return an autotron once you've turned it on. Removing an autotron's imprinting is possible but expensive. So suffice it to say that one had best be sure of his or her purchase before he or she turned it on.

So there I was, in my first moments of awareness, standing in the window display and looking down at the face of an innocent young girl. A young girl who somehow had managed to open the control panel located on my inner thigh (a control panel that was allegedly childproof), key the complex password and then switch on my power button. In the first moments as I looked down at her I didn't know her name yet but I knew I was completely captivated by this innocent, sneaky, clever and precocious child. Moments later when her fingers wandered to some place where they had no business being I realized that perhaps "innocent" wasn't very accurate.

"Moira St. Croix what do you think you're doing!"

As one we both looked over to see an attractive blonde woman stalking towards us. Her forehead creased and mouth drawn in brittle anger as she stomped across the floor in expensive leather pumps. Even though I was sure that this woman was not a real threat to my new charge (whose name I just had just learned thanks to this threatening irate woman) I still smoothly interposed myself between the angry blonde and the now cowering Moira who had instinctively hid behind my legs. The blonde spared a glare at me before turning her anger on the small brunette peeking out from behind my legs.

Moira clung to my leg (with one hand on my posterior although I can't say for sure that it was intentional) while looking up at the woman. "I'm sorry, Mom! It was an accident, I swear it!"

This didn't forestall the blonde's anger at all, (whose relationship with my precious Moira was now clear to me) quite the opposite. "Accidental? Do you honestly expect me to believe that? I might be blonde but I'm no silly bimbo! How do you accidentally open an autotron's control panel, enter the password and then turn it on?"

Moira looked down at the floor. "I dunno," she answered in a small voice.

Moira's mother bent down and cupped a hand to her ear. "What was that? I didn't quite hear you."

Moira's reply was even fainter than her previous one. "I dunno."

"Oh you don't know, do you?" Mrs. St. Croix said, her voice fairly dripping acid (if she couldn't hear Moira the first time how was it she was able to understand the girl's second and softer reply?). "It's truly amazing that you could do something as complex as turning on an autotron without knowing exactly how you managed to do it. Perhaps my hand firmly applied to your bare backside will help you figure it out!"

Mother or not I couldn't let this woman harm my small mistress who was at that point covering her bottom with her tiny hands as if to ward off the threatened spanking. I held out my arm to block Moira's mother. She looked up from her daughter to glare at me when we were interrupted by a polite yet loud cough. An embarrassed looking salesman was covering his mouth while he looked on.

Mrs. St. Croix rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of creating a scene here. Well, not more than has already been created." She looked back down at Moira. "Now come along dear, I think we've had enough shopping for one day."

"Not without Azura," Moira replied defiantly.

"Azura? Who is that?"

"My autotron of course," Moira said, exasperated as if she was explaining something simple to a particularly stupid child.

Moira's mother was taken aback. "What? No! Absolutely not! I refuse to permit it!"

The polite but embarrassed salesman issued another polite but emphatic cough. "Actually, Ma'am, our policy is once you've switched on an autotron and it's imprinted on it's new owner you've purchased the unit."

"What? Impossible! Anyway, I'm sure that the autotron hasn't imprinted on my daughter yet. There hasn't been enough time for it to happen."

The salesman looked at Moira and I. Moira had gone from protecting her backside to again clutching my leg and I was tousling her hair. "The imprinting process happens almost instantly. The autotron has clearly imprinted on your daughter."

Mrs. St. Croix gave him a flat stare. "Now look here, I absolutely refuse to take that frilly maid... thing home to live with us!"

I looked down at my dress. It was indeed a very lacy and revealing maid's dress. The neckline plunged so low that it was more properly called a breast line and it showed a generous expanse of cleavage. I was fairly certain that if I bent over far enough that I would fall out. Moreover, the hemline of the dress was well into scandalous territory. Long before I could bend over enough to fall out of the top my bottom would be on full display to anyone who cared to see.

"I suppose you could pay for her to be reconditioned," the salesman allowed. "As it is we can't sell her to someone else in her current condition."

Moira drowned out any possible response with her shouting. "NO! Azura belongs to me and I'm taking her home!" She turned her childish fury on her mother, giving the woman an angry glare that promised no end of future trouble if she didn't get her way.

Surprisingly Mrs. St. Croix relented, sighing and uttering a word that I am too polite to repeat. "Fine, have it your way, Moira. But I will insist that she wears something more modest than that appallingly indecent thing that she currently has on!"

Having gotten her way Moira was all sweetness and light. "Of course, Mother. Since we're already shopping we can shop for new clothes for her. It's very convenient."

"Some other time perhaps," her mother replied with a sigh. "Right now I suddenly feel exhausted."

"You always say that. Whenever we go shopping you're happy enough to go but then you always get tired so quickly."

Mrs. St. Croix rolled her eyes. "Yes, I can't possible imagine why."

Moira was silent for a few moments, a finger on her chin as if she were pondering the problem. "I know," she finally said. "You can go back to the hotel and Azura and I will do the shopping ourselves."

"Ridiculous," her mother said, flatly rejecting the idea. "I'm not about to let you wander around by yourself in this city. Any hoodlum or predator could snatch you up in the blink of an eye. I may not be Mother of the Year material but I'm not so irresponsible as to let you wander around a dangerous city like Aekea all by yourself."

Moira snorted as if her mother had said something incredibly stupid. "Alone, Mother? I'll have Azura with me. I'll be quite safe."

"Oh yes, I'm quite sure this silly play-maid will be adequate protection," Mrs. St. Croix said, giving me a look of disdain.

I pondered this for a moment before leaving Moira's side to walk over to the entrance of the store. Next to the doorway stood a steel coat rack holding several coats and jackets. Moving the coats and jackets to the arms of an immobile autotron I then picked up the coat rack and held it above my head before easily bending it in half. I shifted my grip on the bent coat rack before continuing to bend it so that the shaft of the rack made a complete loop before straightening out again. I set the coat rack back down next to the door and moved the coats back. I moved to stand behind Moira placing my hands on her small shoulders. "I am more than capable of protecting Miss Moira, Ma'am," I said as I looked into the blonde woman's eyes. "I absolutely will not let Moira come to any harm. I would sooner be destroyed."

Mrs. St. Croix looked at me and then at the coat rack before looking back at me. "I see... so be it. I think I'll leave my daughter and the shopping to you." She then pulled out a mobile phone from her pocketbook and called for her car. "When you two are done call for Bartholomew to pick you up and bring you to the hotel."

Moira pulled her own phone from her pocket and waved it at her mother. "Yes, Mother dear, I'll call when we are ready."

Moira's mother produced a card from her purse and handed it over to the salesman who cradled it in his hands as if it were a very fragile and delicate and very very valuable bird. The wide-eyed salesman scurried away still cupping the card in his hands. Moira reached up and slipped her small hands underneath my hands still resting lightly on her shoulders. "That's how most people react when they see Mother's card for the first time."

"Is it such an important card?" I asked.

"Bank of Gambino Platinum Unlimited card," Moira replied. "Don't leave home without it."





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    LunaBlu
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    commentCommented on: Sun Dec 31, 2006 @ 11:19pm
    ^^ Very well written! I love it. You will continue the story won't you? I'll be keeping an eye out for more. 3nodding


    commentCommented on: Mon Jan 01, 2007 @ 07:02am
    -was absolutely caught up in the story- Encore!!! I so love your writing! Your phrasing was excellent, and your sentence structure was entrancing! Please, oh please continue this story!! It's good!! -she wanted an Azura too now, guessing Aekea was the place to go...-



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