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007: Blood, Warmth & Breathing (1)
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BLUE TALE (The Series) 008: Blood, Warmth & Breathing (2)
The moment Emmerdale stepped fully into the room, his gaze landed on the peculiar scene before him and he froze.Blood. Indeed, there was blood.Not much, but quite enough to make his stomach churn. The 'sexbot', Porsche, was slumped unconscious in a chair. Its head was tilted back, eyes were closed in a deep sleep. One harm hung loosely over the side of the armrest with blood dripping from its wrist. In its other hand was a knife. A penknife."Oh. My. GOD!" Those three words rolled out of Raven's tongue as he stepped towards Porsche. "You've done it! You've finally crossed the line, Emerson! You made it commit suicide?!"Emerson, at that, snapped out of his frozen daze. "What? No! What the fuck?!"Raven pointed dramatically. "Just look at it, it's right in front of you! Blood. Knife. These are classic signs! All because you rejected the holy water!""Holy what?! What holy water?"Raven's face twisted in a mock horror as he wagged an accusatory finger. "You scoffed at the divine inte
Last Updated : 2024-11-22BLUE TALE (The Series) 009: How It Began For 'Porsche'.
Emerson studied every detail he could find on the glacier tabloid. His eyes flicked between the glowing instructions and the two circular modules resting on the floor. The words on the screen were clinical, devoid of emotion, yet the implication was monumental. All machine-like talks and strictly artificial intelligence.“Place the second module on the ground,” Emerson instructed.Raven arched his brow. “And this is supposed to do what? Summon aliens?”“Just do it,” Emerson snapped, his fingers twitching as he gripped the tablet tighter.Raven sighed, crouching to position the second module beside the first one. As it clicked into place, both disks emitted a faint, pulsing light. Emerson’s breath hitched. Whatever they were seeing and doing was hard on technology.“That’s... not normal,” Raven muttered, stepping back.Emerson ignored him, focused on the next step. “We need to place Porsche in the center of the modules.”“Porsche?”Emerson rolled his eyes. “Yes. Named him after my fa
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The sterile light from the charging pod illuminated the room, painting the human-like figure in an eerie glow. Emerson’s eyes traced every detail, every curve of the flawless skin stretched over a body that defied imperfection. It wasn’t mechanical, not entirely. There were no seams, no wires, just a body—alive but not alive. His chest tightened, his breath shallow as he stood before this fusion of man and machine. His mind was surprisingly dancing between awe and greed.He didn’t know when a smile spread across his face. But it lingered, sickeningly sweet. That smile, however, flickered. He clenched his jaw and balled his fists at his sides. He could feel it rising within him: a hunger. Primal and raw. He didn’t just want this creation; he needed it, to own it. The urge clawed at him, unrelenting. A single word escaped his lips in a low and venomous form.“Mine.”His thoughts spiraled back to the boy’s confession in the video files he had scrolled for answers.“I don’t have money,
Last Updated : 2024-11-22BLUE TALE (The Series) Am I Not Yours? Asked The Sex Bot
The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of something neither obvious nor identifiable. In the clueless third party's eyes, there's a strange circular thingy protruding from the wall, like a sleek and metallic disk. And on the floor beneath there lay an equally strange platform. They hummed together, faintly synchronized. Though to the untrained eyes of Emerson's mother, they appeared decorative, almost artistic. Her focus shifted to the figure standing between the two disks: a man—no, a gay-man. That was her conclusion.Why?His features were flawless, almost annoyingly so. The light caught the smoothness of his skin, and though he was completely male, there were some things about his body that felt... beautifully feminine.And Emerson, her son, was standing too close to him. Good heavens!“What is this?” she said sharply, her voice breaking the silence.Emerson turned, startled by her presence. He hadn't expected her to be here. She was supposed to be away with her husband and d
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The morning was quieter than usual. The house was out of potential, no-cucumber cooking cooks and Rose was out.Emerson leaned against the kitchen counter, staring at the pan of scrambled eggs he was cooking. The silence wasn’t peaceful—it was eerie. It gnawed at him, drawing his focus back to the living room, where Porsche sat still as a statue on the sofa.He hadn’t moved since last night’s debacle.A part of Emerson hoped Porsche had powered down, that maybe the robot’s system was resetting itself. Another part—a darker, nagging one—felt uneasy. Porsche wasn’t just a machine. He wasn’t like the gadgets Emerson had seen or used before.This was different.“You’re burning your eggs,” Emerson flinched, his spatula clattering against the pan. He turned to find Porsche standing in the doorway with hands folded neatly behind his back. His expression was neutral, but something in his posture felt… hot. ‘Who taught him that fucking posture. It's hot,” Emerson thought.“Don’t sneak up on
Last Updated : 2024-11-23BLUE TALE (The Series) 013: Control Is Euphoria.
Emerson trudged through the door of his self made house. Fuck, the heavy weight of the day was still on his shoulders. It was late, far later than he'd wanted to stay out at the office.Porsche, always high on 'alertness', appeared from nowhere.. well, from the shadows cause all lights were out. "I found it, Mr. Emerson. I found my purpose."Emerson groaned, throwing his briefcase onto the couch. "Please, not tonight. I'm really fucked up.""Fucked up?" Porsche echoed back, tilting his head. His calm demeanor switched to that of curiosity. "Fuck... sex.... fucked up. You were sexed upward?"Emerson closed his eyes for a moment, cursing his hell of a luck in a fucking foul language. "I meant... I'm stressed, Porsche. I'm just stressed.""Stress?" Porsche mused, eyes widening. "Stress is...""Oh, God," Emerson groaned. He just continued onward, walking away."Well, the Gandhi family says, you can relax to ease your stress."Emerson stopped, looking back at Porsche now with a really, tru
Last Updated : 2024-11-23BLUE TALE (The Series) 014: 3:33 AM
Darkness. It was all Raven could see, all he could feel, as if the world had collapsed into a void. There was no ground beneath him, no air to breathe, yet he was suffocating. The whispers came first, though faint like it's on the edge of his consciousness and they were in languages he didn’t know, had never heard. They weren’t voices from one direction—they surrounded him, pressed against his ears, whispered right beside him, and roared from some unreachable distance all at once.“…kalogeros…”He tried to speak, to scream, but his throat betrayed him. The whispers grew louder, a cacophony, weaving words he couldn’t grasp. Panic clawed at him, yet he was frozen, unable to escape the weight of their unseen presence.Then, light. Blinding, searing white light.It burned through the void, slamming down upon him like a judgment. He was no longer floating. His body lay on a bed—too sterile, too white. His arms and legs were stretched out, bound by straps that bit into his skin. He could
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Raven didn’t remember when he fell asleep. The night had been heavy and the whispers were just as louder as usual. They slipped into his ears, wrapping around his thoughts like a shroud. Now, as he stirred awake, he realized something was wrong. His shorts were gone.The chill of the morning air brushed against his legs, making his skin crawl. Sitting up, he ran his hands through his hair and froze. His fingers were smeared with blood—dried and cracked. It was a rust-colored stain he couldn’t place. His heart sank. Where was it coming from? He glanced at his legs. A small, shallow cut ran along his thigh. It was barely bleeding but unmistakably fresh.His gaze darted to the open window. The curtains fluttered softly, though the air outside was still. He pieced the fragments of the night together. Something—or someone—had come. And while it hadn’t hurt him, the sheer thought of what it might have done made his chest tighten. Tears slipped from his eyes as he hugged his knees to h
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The door to the living room slammed open with a force that shook the walls, its impact echoing through the stillness of the house. Emerson stood in the threshold, his body rigid, eyes blazing with a sharp, unrelenting fury. Kent, as always, had his back turned, speaking with their mother and grandfather, while Felicia sat at the far end of the room, her hands folded tightly in her lap, a perfect picture of restraint. The sight alone, the calm pretense of family unity, twisted something deep inside Emerson.The forced smiles. The rehearsed pleasantries. It was all a performance, one he could no longer stomach.Kent, without so much as glancing over his shoulder, spoke as if he had known Emerson would arrive precisely at this moment. "Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Granduncle, Felicia and I need to leave. You know her condition." His voice was smooth, like an actor delivering his lines, as though nothing had changed. As though Emerson was just another part of the scenery.Emerson’s voice sliced
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Porsche sat on the side of the road, his elbow propped on his knee, his chin resting against his palm. The briefcase beside him seemed sad as he was. He stared ahead, his gaze distant, while Emerson’s towering gate stood stoic in the background.He huffed. Then he puffed.The scene replayed in his mind like a cruel film stuck on repeat. Emerson’s voice, cold and detached, ringing in his ears:“You need to leave my house.”And just like that, Porsche found himself dismissed, discarded without explanation or reason. No matter how hard his systematic wired mind had tried to figure it out, nothing Emerson had said, nor the hurried glance Lucy gave him, offered clarity.Lucy, Mr. Bob, Rose... their faces had betrayed their relief when Emerson showed him the door. They hadn’t even tried to hide it. Their expressions screamed what they had thought of him all along: a contaminant. A foreign entity tainting their pristine image of their Sir. Emerson. A bad influence. A gay influence.But Po
