Amnesia 8/Amnesia - Issue 08 (1992-05-31)(Eclipse).adf/text/Article39

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It was finished......His eyes eagerly carressed the smooth soft, curves of
his one true love. The object of his deepest and darkest desire finally lay
before him, the warm light catching perfectly on the smooth skin of his
obsession. Slowly he moved his trembling hands over the inviting surface,
he felt cold sweat run over warm skin, too hot, he loosened his collar.
He hesitated, but knew that to pause would weaken his resolve, the scientist
at the core of his mind sprang to life. Like a cool calculating predator,
he reached out to her. No lightning bolts fell, no fire burned him, he opened
his eyes. He ran his by now moist hands along her body, his eyebrows creased
showing the extreme concentration that controlled his emotions. But even his
years of training in the arts of mental discipline failed him. He reached
with surprising delicasy towards that mild red protrusion that would turn
her on beyond his wildest dreams. His nervous fingers slid down , excitement
sending jolts of power through his poor frame, all too soon he reached his
goal. Again he hesitated, he would never again taste the revelry of her lost
chastity, but he would not, could not deny his passion. Gently his fingers
went to work. It was done, he had finally consumated his pact with the dark
forces that had driven his quest, he knew of the great evil he had awakened
and it was with sad but triumphant eyes that he stared at this bringer of
chaos, this abomination, as she lay there in all her glorious, well,
`Pinkness`....... The world`s first Female-Computer.

He rubbed his hands over the precious, yielding hair-like area on the surface
, surrendering the last of his will to it`s soft and sensuous touch. Yes,
the furry keyboard was perhaps the most practical addition he had made. He
was sure that his invention would bring him fame and glory, but he had found
one last vestige of humanity among the swirling clouds of chaos that had
become his life. She would not be set free. His reslove was weak though and
]he often felt compelled to press the soft pink power-switch, the only
protrusion on her otherwise smooth pink surface, and then just stare
blissfully at it`s nice Pink monitor. When he finally managed to raise his
trembling hands to the comfort-(Pink)-Fur lined keyboard he would just
babble and delight in the Two Hundred and Fifty Six different shades of
pink in which he could vent his frustrations. There were many additions Engle
was proud of , all designed to suit the female user. The disk `adjusting tray
for example,a device designed to guide any wayward disk safely to the drive
(the drive itelf held a rotating mechanism that would subtley maneuvre the
disk to the right way round, well hidden from view so as not to unduly alarm
the hapless average female). He had also centred many of the machines general
functions on the female way of thinking. After pressing the `ON` switch
the female user would then be asked if she really did want to turn it on
(the machine would accept: `Y` for yes.....`N` for no......and `I` for
indecisive.). Having pressed `Y` the user would then be asked if She was
SURE she REALLY did want to turn it on and is given the option to view
the previous menu and `unpowered` state of the computer. This `hesitation`
clause was , Engle felt, necessary in almost every part of the machine`s
operation, thus when confronted with a disk error the user could either
1. Retry   2. Cancel   or   3. Panic . The latter option would make the
error message disappear and the machine would then obliterate all disk,
and hard disk data while simultaneously printing a replica of every possible
key-function on screen before switching off, ( this would save the
female from doing the above accidentally anyway, Engle labelled this
as a time-saving exercise). As an afterthought Engle decided on the addition
of an extremely user friendly Operating-System, The "Legitimately Organised
Bimbo Operator Terrified Of More Yelling".......Yes A L.O.B.O.T.O.M.Y. would
be a beneficial part of any female orientated machine, and in extreme cases
Engle felt a `Blonde` mode would be necessary, when activated the `blonde`
enhanced CPU would turn off all keyboard controls and reprint the same
simple screen every 30 seconds, while emitting a pleasant sounding `beep`
to further interest the already mesmerised aryan.Although necessary for
Blonde-User-Integration this module was deemed to be purely ornamental (as
would a Blonde-Computer operator), but it did hold possibilities for
transfer to functional Male computer models, Engle believed that Blondes
were a race of their own , sexless, creedless and needless (especially if
they worked on PC`s).
      He knew he shouldn`t unleash this demon onto the evolving world,
he thought of the eternal damnation he may face for giving birth to this
Anti-logical Beast he now surveyed ,but ,like Bishop Casey in a contraceptive
Factory, He was Lost, and after all any God who could create females in
the first place (let alone Blonde-Bimbo types) had to have a very, very
warped sense of humour. He drifted to sleep, surrendering his consciousness
to the warm pink folds of his dark-Love.

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This `Story` is dedicated to Taria and Cal, the dynamic duo without whose
Female Inspiration I could never have written this (My imagination is
warped but even I couldn`t dream up anything this hideous on my own...)

Cya
    Creed.
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