relia-robot

Trans married robot/doll

[Robot/doll/moth/slime/NHP]-girl. DGN-001. I like writing!

See post-cohost writing at https://reliarobot.dreamwidth.org/, on tumblr at https://www.tumblr.com/relia-robot-writes, or collected long-form pieces at https://reliarobot.itch.io/


ImpressionsOfDetail
@ImpressionsOfDetail

Jellied memories, dissolving on the tongue: first and last loves, hazy childhood contentments, piquant thrills and the acquired tastes of doubts and dismays.


unreality
@unreality

I looked up at the sign behind the counter. "ETHICALLY SOURCED MEMORIES!" it screamed at me in bright pink lettering. Little hearts and flowers were drawn around it to pull the mind away from the more unpleasant aspects and notorious reputation surrounding memory extraction.

"How exactly can a memory be ethically sourced?" I asked the woman behind the counter. Her makeup was caked on yet still pristine after a humid day of working an outdoor kiosk. Her dress was flashy and patterned with cheap knockoff jewels and sequins. Her hair was a bright blonde which just barely masked the gray that was trying to peak through. She nodded at the question, having heard it a hundred times today, and gave me a wide grin.

"Thank you, sir, for your question!" She clapped her hands together. "You'll come to find that I only visit those who are in extremely dire situations with death close at hand. As you will see when you purchase one of my well-prepared Memory Jellies, they have all lived such long and fulfilling lives with many experiences to re-live for the first time. Victory at sport, first loves, first times" - she gave me a wink - "they are all here taken from those who have mere hours left. And as compensation, I assist the families with funeral arrangements and any debts that may carry over."

I raised an eyebrow. I had a friend of a friend who had their father's memories stolen for sale on the black market. He had been in his fifties at the time. The loss was an absolutely heartbreaking experience from the hearsay that I got. Any seller would be thrown in prison in a heartbeat. But if this woman was able to sell on the street in broad daylight...

"I see you aren't quite convinced yet," she said to me. "Why not try a small sample?" She scraped the smallest dew drop of jelly onto a cracker and pushed it into my hand. I inspected it for a moment before taking the bite. I could smell roses and feel wheat passing by my hand as I had a distant sensation of walking through a field towards someone I cared for. It was just tantalizing enough to want to see that person's face and know everything about them.

With a grimace and a hand in my pocket, I told her, "Two jars, please." Her grin widened, uncannily, as she stretched her hand out for my money.


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