Blog Flash: The Latex Machines — Reinvention

Author’s Note: This is the final part of the Blog Flash latex series and conclusion of Compendium 5. Links to Unbound Story: paperback ebook.

The Latex Machines — Reinvention

I was walking down into the dim basement of a musty old house. This was a rare occurrence, and I felt an odd unease. The Chesterton Museum of Science and History just accepted a donation from the estate of Dr. Reginald Noah. It was considered a coop. Though the medical scientist was considered a recluse later in life, he was a top scientist at the Landry Research Institute, which bankrupted itself nearly fifty years before. The organization never disclosed why the collapsed, but it was assumed they failed to create a mass production solution to their practically fabled latex-technologies.

The stairs creaked uncomfortably beneath my feet. No one administering Noah’s estate put any effort into helping us acquire the donation, but they said Noah meticulously organized his storage and home. So, we were given Noah’s personal inventory, which made it possible to determine what the small museum would accept. Unfortunately, I was the only one available, as the collections manager, to gather the items.

The basement was not so shockingly musty, and annoyingly dim. The old florescent lights merely flickered into partial existence, while the dying light of clouded dusk filtered through the small windows. What first caught my eye were the walls. The dark gray paster (cement?) walls had distinct, unnerving patterns. In the gloomy light, I could all but make out humanoid patterns, sending chills down my spine.

Wanting to complete the task at hand, I looked away and slipped out my paper-tablet with the haphazard inventory. Crates and boxes marked red were from Landry, blue were personal projects, and green were simply “journals unpublished.” Ignoring the wall, I began the arduous process of moving the containers into the rent-a-van 

“Wow … wow!” my wife and museum’s consulting biomedical scientist exclaimed. “I guess we now know what Landry was really working on!”

I was showing her the first hard drive I was copying into a new storage medium. From the red box, it contained correspondence and typed notes of the the initial testing of and first subject for his “latex nanites.” There were some related handwritten materials I was digitizing, too.

“So, Lia, this isn’t just some wild scribblings?” I must admit, the first thing that drew me to her was her body. She may very well have been the sexiest scientist alive, at least to me. She had size nine feet, dark hair, blue eyes, and light skin. She was also a hell of a lot smarter than me!

“It’s amazing, Jason! These notes alone could revolutionize nanotechnology!”

“It’s better than what we have now?”

“No, it’s just different. These findings, combined with current tech, can reinvent the entire biomedical field.”

She loved her work, but I never saw her this excited. At the same time, I was excited, too. The work was so seductive, I almost forgot one important fact. “They did fail to mass-produce …”

“Applied to what we have now,” she shrugged, “that might be irrelevant. Nanotech has been applied to medicine for years. People still have a reluctance to put little robots in their bodies, so the money for advancement is very low. But, Noah’s research was already conducted. All we would need to do is to apply it …”

I don’t know why neither of us ever stepped back to look at what we were doing. We were working on this latex project on our own time without living test subject, so there was nothing illegal about it. At the same time, no one else actually knew what we were doing. I wasn’t sure how to explain to others what we were doing if something went wrong …

After a few weeks of tinkering, we, well, Lia was fairly certain she succeeded in adapting Noah’s work to current nanotechnology. Basically, she was able to make the little machines survive indefinitely in a natural latex substrate. It was not far off from what Noah created, but it was possibly smarter and more “alive” than the original. Lia theorized this form allowed more control over them, because it was not unlike the control schemes applied today.

Then it happened. It was so fast, there was nothing I could do. She called for my help from across the room, and broke a vile of the living latex on the edge of the high workbench. Glass cut into her skin, as the shimmering liquid spattered on her hand. Why the hell were we using glass instead of something less breakable? I was sure Lia knew, but it was too late to ask.

I rushed over. “Are you OK, Lia!?”

“I … think so …” she said slowly, examining her cut thumb.

“Is any of that stuff in the wound?”

“Yeah … It looks like it,” she said in deep thought. “I did not program them to do anything, but these nano-machines are fundamentally different.”

“They’re … exactly the same?”

“The core programing is … same … My hand is getting very tingly, Jason …”

Then, she did something that completely surprised me: she hungrily, sensually licked the black goo off her gloved hand. “Ummmm! So good … So horny!” she cooed. “Feels so hot!” she exclaimed through the grunts and coos. She then ripped off her clothes, including her gloves “I can feel them inside me, Jason, replicating. They’re pleasuring all of me; changing me!”

Moaning and cooing orgasmically, she went to the floor on her knees, and fell to her back. Her eyes rolled back into her head in her writhing motions of ultimate ecstasy. Something strange was visibly happening to her skin. It looked like it was drying, while her veins shifted to a black. Yet, her skin seemed to lift above those veins; it became lighter, dryer. Then, she exploded in one massive, super-orgasm, and fell silent, still.

I quickly slapped on a clean glove, and tried to check her vitals. Nothing. She lay there lifeless, eyes shut, while I had no idea what to do. I don’t know how long I sat there looking at my wife turned mad scientist. There was only shock, exacerbated by how dead even her skin looked. Time passed like it was never there. Hours likely passed, but I was in too much a daze to know.

Eventually, I heard an squishy, crunchy noise. I must have jumped five feet! Heart racing, barely breathing, I looked more closely at Lia. Her shoulder seemed to be subtly squirming under its own skin. Little by little, more parts of her began to squirm in the same way. The image and sound of it was almost as indescribable as it was terrifying.

“Lia!?” I barely, finally called out. Gloved hand shaking, I tried to take her pulse. I could fell her moving, yet I could not feel what would be considered a pulse. Through the bizarre squirming, I felt a motion in the vein I did not feel after she exploded in deathly orgasm. The motions of what I thought was blood was seemingly constant without a pulse. With every noted subject in Noah’s notes reacting in their own way, regardless of application, it was impossible to say if any of this was to be expected.

I pulled myself away in great confusion. Lia’s hands then spread wide, popping open the thick, dead layer of skin. She then stretched her entire body in a similar fashion, creating tears from head to toes. In hauntingly efficient motions, Lia moved her pealing hands to her face, while simultaneously lifting herself to her feet. Digging in with her fingers, she began to rip open her skin more deliberately. With that same haunting efficiency, she made a singular tear down the middle to her pussy, almost like unzipping a jacket. She then brought her hands back to the top of her partly opened face, and pealed away the thick, dead skin from her scalp, including her hair. Like she was some humanoid banana, she pealed the skin off on one side, and then the other, all the way down to her hips.

The skin revealed underneath was nothing short of perfection, and had a distinct rubbery shimmer. Almost like pealing off tight leggings, she pulled her legs and feet out of the old skin. I quickly noticed the small heart tattoo above her waist was gone, just before I realized her eyelids came off with the dead skin like her hair. Even her pussy lips were gone, leaving just the hole.

Lia looked around emotionless for a few moments before eyelids grew over her eyes (no eyelashes, though). She blinked twice, looking at me, and simply didn’t blink again. It was as if she was proving something to herself.

“Lia … are you all right?” I barely asked, before standing before her just past arms length. I had no idea what was to happen next.

With zero emotion, she said flatly, “Jason, that is a hard question to answer precisely. I am … fine. You have nothing to worry about from me.”

“You’re acting very strange. I mean, you have no hair!” I exclaimed, finding myself relaxing slightly.

“You would like me to have hair, Jason? How would you like it?”

“Um …” No matter how emotionless she suddenly was, it was somehow still her. “I guess, shoulder length, slightly wavy. Some eyelashes, thin eyebrows.”

“I must mention, Jason, that my hair strands can only be rubber, no more than Human hair in appearance. Would you like it jet black for a slight change? I can do any color you wish”

“Yes, black sounds nice”

“Would you also like hair over my crotch as another change?”

I considered it, but instead requested, “No, but pussy lips would be nice instead …”

“Done, Jason.” Her hair grew out exactly as requested, as did her pussy lips

Without thinking, I moved closer to touch her new hair, it was soft and silken, but also definitely rubber. I moved my hand to her cheek, feeling her soft yet very rubbery skin.

She had no reaction to my touch.

I stepped back. “You’re not Human any more are you, Lia?”

“No,” she said flatly. “I am more akin to a robot, machine now, Jason. I have no emotions anymore, and I seem to not miss then. Deep down, I think this is what I always wanted. I have total control over my physical form now, thanks to an equally as dispassionate colony of the latex nanites within me. Those nanites are as much a part of me as any body part. Before you ask, Jason, I should be able to replicate humanity from my memories as a Human.”

“Do you, can you still love me?”

“Of course, Jason,” she said in her robotic tones. “I understand now that ‘love’ is more akin to a promise that creates emotion and action. In my case, now only action.”

“I’m as relieved as I am …”

“ … Overwhelmed with distress. I understand, Jason. This, what I became, is not what you wanted. I assure you again that I can pretend to be Human, and I will understand if you would like to move away from all this.”

I nodded …

The next day, I relegated most of the Noah Collection to interns, not wanting to go any further as Lia surmised. I had Lia use myself as practice for feigning humanity, so I could at least pretend to move on from whatever madness drove us to this …

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