[Episode 200870] [Episode 200870]She sometimes really hated her father, despised him for everything he stood for. The man was just so damn arrogant; he couldn’t understand her and looked down at her as if she were some sort of failure—a disappointment to her family. The rest of her family weren’t much better. Kasumi—her eldest sister, who was once like a mother to her—had rebelled against the family, when she thought her life was heading towards that of a homemaker’s. Now she couldn’t even find time to speak to any of them, not even to say hello; it had been over a year since anyone had even heard from her. Her other sister and that equally snooty boyfriend of hers—both with superiority complexes so big that they looked down upon anybody they met—were too self-involved for her to want to get to know. Her whole family was big-headed, and it was nerve wrecking having to grow up amongst them—a bunch of snotty intellectuals—when her interests lay elsewhere.
But back to her father, he was the cause of all this; the reason she found herself here, alone. He just couldn’t get it though that thick head of his that she wanted to help in her own way. She knew that he was the reason she was denied the nanite augmentation, just like he was the reason she wasn’t accepted into the academy. And she would’ve made such a fine officer too. But he was always there in the background somewhere, concealed, pulling the strings, trying to control her life, while at the same time stomping on her dreams. So she had to take drastic actions.
“A little too drastic,” she observed dispassionately, now being able to perceive things more logically—a lot more logically. She’d always been one to rush into things, head first—a bit bullheaded, never thinking things through. So now she found herself here, facing the consequences of her own actions. She tried to cry about it, as she watched the mirror reflect the image of a pale skinned girl, but couldn’t—the thoughts of never being able to bare children not hitting her until now.
‘Kuno Industries. Geez, what a joke,’ she thought, as she continued to view herself in the mirror. Turning her hip a little, she gazed at her now naked albino buttock, frowning as she took note of the company’s logo imprinted on her cheek. ‘Oh, I can’t believe this! Looks like that pervert finally got to leave his mark on me, after all.’ she thought angrily, before she sighed in acceptance, allowing the emotion to dissipate into the void. At least, he didn’t know that she was there, and who was she to complain, anyway? She was the one who rushed in there—emotional after her father denied her the opportunity of participating in his experimental procedure.
It was strange: being in a prosthetic body—her choosing to go with an advanced combat prototype, a full-body conversion with a new human appearance to it. Her choice was based on that it was free; that is free as long as she partook in a governmental testing program. She was still Akane now, but at the same time she wasn’t. There was something missing, something besides the obvious, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She still had her emotions albeit somewhat blunted. There weren’t any hormones now to interfere with her thoughts. She continued to ponder, touching her face as she looked in the mirror, to only be immediately taken back by the coldness of her geisha-colored skin. She tilted her head, mechanically, still not used to this new body.
“They—They’ve turned me into a doll,” she spoke softly, depressed and annoyed by the movement. “I’ll have to work on that.”
It was at this point that Akane came to a realization. She had made a mistake—A terrible mistake, the most horrible mistake possible. She had lost something—a part of her, something important, something she could never fully regain: her humanity. It was all due to her own stupidity, and she would except this cruel hand that fate had dealt her. The most important thing now was: she needed to cling onto whatever was left of her humanity. She wouldn’t let the cold, harsh logic of the cyber-brain win—taking over her body and soul. She’d make sure to focus in on and use whatever emotion she still had within her—the one thing that separated the human from the machine.
Dr. Nodoka Saotome hurried into her office, locking the door behind her, her stomach twisted up in knots. She swiftly kicked off her shoes and tossed her lab coat messily onto the floor—for once not caring about cleanliness—as she made her way to her seat, plopping down, and throwing her glasses onto the oaken desk. Lowering her head, she rubbed her eyes, before letting out a deep breath. That had been excruciatingly hard to do: acting like a cold-hearted bitch that only cared about the project and not her son—the one she just lost. But she had to remain calm and collected, never showing a sign of weakness, if Ranma—the stranger—was to respect her. He needed to look at her as a superior officer, not as his mother—at least while they were at work.
She hyperventilated for a few seconds, not knowing exactly what she should do, not knowing how much she should even mourn for him. It wasn’t quite like he got killed … poofed … vaporized. No, presumably, he was still alive somewhere, somehow flung through the eleven dimensions of space into an alternate reality. Not that, that sounded too pleasing either: Observing her alternate son, she could tell that wherever he came from, while being far from barbaric, wasn’t quite civilized either, or at least not by their standards. She just hoped that her son could somehow find happiness in whatever strange and primitive world he found himself in.
Then there was Ranma—the other. She may not have given birth to him, but she realized that he was every-bit-as-much her son as the one she bore: their DNA matched exactly. His being there already helped ease the pain, somewhat. She had a tough balancing act ahead of her, being his mother at home and his superior at work, insuring he would bring success to the project. She’d have to figure out how much affection would be appropriate once they got home and how to administrate it. Whatever the case, she would make sure to mold him into a man that she could be proud of; the thought for some reason made her eyes momentarily glaze over.
‘Oh my, my. What a pleasant surprise,’ said Nabiki, grinning away like a Cheshire cat, as she watched her fiancé leave the lab, somewhat nervously following his parents. “He’s been hunkified!” she let out pleased, licking her lips in eager anticipation, as she began pursuit. She’d been waiting for him outside the lab quarter, in the common area, for him to get his augmentation done, and it was, “An apparent success.” She knew that tonight would be extra special: he’d be sure to wear her and her two subordinates out; that was for sure.
Catching her prey, Nabiki quickly pressed herself up against him, making Ranma feel a pair of very erect nipples dig into his back. Before he could react, her arm reached around him, pulling her closer, as she molder herself onto him. She sniffed his hair, as her other hand traveled downwards, reaching his butt, caressing it, as she whispered huskily into his ear, “Hello handsome. … Mama want!” She then leaned forward and gave his ear a good quick lick, before nibbling on it, as he could hear the excitement in her breath.
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