How To Make Your Own Wrestling Doll

Chapter 9 - Under stress


The morning came all too soon and with a sun lit and clear that almost hurt your eyes. Michael moved his hand as if to turn off the star during the day, obviously without success.
whined for a little discreet alarm and turned over the sheets looking for something to embrace, but not found. With a nervous puff lifted his head, looking around bewildered. Billie, of course, no trace.


With a groan he sat and passed his hands over his face, looking back, with a growing sense of anxiety, what had happened in that room a few hours before.
Yes, he had entertained your robot in the apartment overnight. He copulating with an android. Joining the act of sodomy was nothing to finish straight on the gallows, despite its status Peer of the Kingdom.
But was it really a crime to have a sexual intercourse with a humanoid? After all, since it was not a human being, could not be considered sodomy real ... or was it the act itself that was punished, no matter from which it was made?
So even if he had sodomized a horse, his noble neck would still be broken?
Maybe it was the case to stop asking dumb questions and delirious.
shook his head and realized that he needed to dress up their own butler.
And that was Bill Butler. He made
strength and rang the bell, I might as well cut to the bull's head and face immediately and directly. After a few seconds Billie stepped out the door in his usual confusing manner, but as always, impeccable in its elegant plumage.
Michael swallowed and stared blank in the eye - Help me get dressed. -
- Yes, sir. -
The Count asked Billie if you care about what they had shared the previous night or if he had already erased from her memory. Would wanted to ask him, but he was terrified by the possible answer.
So, taken by all those questions, left dressed in silence, while experiencing a degree of tension in the air, as Billie was never so perfect, and collaborative.
He, the robot more lazy world!
the end, after it had decided to just slip your shoes at least, the Count took his courage in both hands and began with firm tone.
- Billie. -
- Yes, master? -
- Billie ... You ... You remember something last night? - The android
soft wrinkled mouth, in what was clearly an expression of annoyance - Lord, I remember everything that happened around me is, I have a hard drive memory ... -
- Yes, Billie, I know. -
- So, if you know, what would you ask for? -
- Why are you a robot opinionated, that's why! - Michael snapped, frowning. Apparently, the impertinence of that piece of tin had not even been affected by the emotions experienced together.
- Well, since you say you remember everything, what do you get it? -
Then the other looked at him with an expression that could be defined only wonder. And also a bit 'idiot.
- Lord, I ... - Stammered with difficulty the robot.
Ah ha! You are in trouble now, you bastard! He thought the count with deep satisfaction.
- Lord, I do not know what to say except that ... she is very good, here. - Whispered cautiously. That speech was a potentially dangerous, both for the integrity of their own housing for the huge ego of its owner.
Michael raised his eyebrows.
- Bravo!? - Repeated skeptical - How do you say that I am good ? Had you perhaps have done with someone else? - Asked annoyed and suspicious.
- No, absolutely not! - The humanoid said quickly, shaking hands - No, no, that is ... So, to me ... that was ... well, I liked it ... Very much! - Stammered burst.
Count cocked his head to one side, narrowing his eyes. That devil of not told him about it the right thing.
Billie, meanwhile, managed to maintain an expression impassive only because it was not planned to escape the gaze of others, in fact, if only he could, he turned his head, blushing with embarrassment.
- Are you telling me the truth? -Mike insisted.
- Absolutely, sir. -
- So ripetimelo: How was it? - Billie
grimaced and swallowed imperceptible, but in fact did not have saliva to swallow.
- Me ... wonderful, sir. Never tried anything like that. -
Pritch still stared at him sideways, then shook his head - Come, I want to have breakfast. - And said this left the room, followed by Billie head bowed, and with eyes so wide open that it seems they saw scenes definable rough, even by the wildest of the libertines.
Those same eyes that at that time were fixed on the backside of his master and had absolutely no intention of unrivet from there. Undoubtedly he must have blocked some circuit ...
- Billie! - His name, by Michael roar, I awoke suddenly, so he raised his head hastily prepared to run away.
- Lord? - Replied with a flickering evident in his voice.
- Breakfast. - Reminded him of the mandatory count.
- Yes, sir. Breakfast. - Repeated the automaton as a trained parrot.
- Go to the kitchen for breakfast. - Insisted the landlord, with the patience reduced to historical lows.
- Yes, sir. -
Mike squeezed the bridge of the nose - I think what happened tonight has made him only more stupid. - Billie
nearly slammed against the door to the kitchen and was about to invest the housekeeper, threatening to chop the tentacles with their feet. The latter, of course, did not miss the opportunity to shout However, throwing all know and curse-word or even inventing new ones. Poor Billie, stunned, to escape the torrent of insults ran off, threatening to smash the tray in his hand and all its contents.
However, in the end, he could almost serve as a breakfast supplement to his master, if it were not for the eggs, as a result of the commotion, they seemed a little 'scrambled more than usual. The android
felt strange, agitated, almost as if someone had stuck his hands in his gear and had reshuffled everything without any treatment.
If he was human, he could have used a variety of words to describe their feeling, very romantic things like "butterflies in the stomach," but rather because it was made of iron, the only term that would make a good idea of \u200b\u200bhow he felt he was acting nasty .
Michael spent half the morning to ask if having sex with their robot had not been a big mistake in the sense that what happened between them the night before, seemed to have knocked all the circuits of Billie.
When he retired in his own office to open the match, Lord Pritch remained silent listening noises coming from upstairs and stumbled indicating that Billie, Billie, which smashed into the ground a Ming vase, and Billie stepped on the tentacles of Miss Tender, yet again, winning another string of curses. I mean, that robot out of your mind was wandering like a lost soul through the house, doing damage in profusion.
This is me getting out of hand ... He thought the gentleman rubbing his forehead, and then get up and step out in search of Billie, in order to prevent this disaster walking the destroyed dwelling with his carelessness.
- Billie. - He called once, twice, three times before we found him, intent on polishing the panes of a glass wall with a result rather questionable.
- Bill! - He shouted in exasperation.
- Lord! - Said they seized by surprise when it hit the glass door and threatening to smash it.
The count came towards him, but not realizing that the floor had just been waxed, slipped badly and ended up sitting on the ground, something which his sacrum was not at all happy.
- Master! -L 'automaton's rushed next door, slipping in turn, and cadendogli him like a sack of potatoes. Michael
patient sighed, trying to control the anger he felt inside because of salirgli quell'imbranatissimo robot - Billie, listen. Today I see very distracted e. .. -
- No! - He replied, putting on his knees with air task, but embarrassed - It 's been just a coincidence! -
- Do not tease me, you're worse than before and that says it all! - The gentleman snorted. Then, taking a deep breath, looked at the android and touched his cheek with his fingertips - now pulled up. - Urged him quietly, doing the same. Billie
miraculously succeeded without doing excessive damage, except to break a biscuit in a thousand pieces of crystal, which belonged to a distant ancestress of Lord Michael, who was on the low coffee table which was leaning to get up.
- Billie, you're really upset! - Lord Pritch said with conviction.
- No, sir, because he thinks? -
- Simple. Because so far, playing your homework, you were limited to only half-destroyed house. Now they're trying to destroy it altogether. What is it, Billie? You did not like what happened between us last night? You're so anxious for this reason? - Asked the Count.
The butler looked at him intensely, trying to make a sensible speech in his own mind, because if he had responded impulsively, he would no less stuttered so inconsistent.
- No. -
- How no ?! Michael-barked completely blown away.
- No in the sense of yes! - Hastened to clarify the automaton - are not upset because I liked it, but because I loved it! -
- And then ...? - Asked his master, more and more confused.
The android, uncomfortable, look away - I can not prove what he has heard you, sir, and therefore do not know if the emotions that I experienced the other night could be considered real and true as his. - Said the robot in a whisper shy.
- What do you care to know?! - Replied the count of the project, realizing too late how its sentence could be misinterpreted, resulting in completely tactless - No, sorry ... I explained badly. What I want you to understand is that you should not compare your feelings mine. What did you feel is yours and yours alone, is part of you and only you can know if you have involved or not, whether you liked it and because there is a benchmark, valid for everyone. -
The other seemed to think it over a second, then said quietly - So, for me, it was a wonderful thing. -
Michael grinned, laying a gentle kiss on the lips soft-D 'agreement, that's okay. Now stop being so upset and come with me, come on by Lord Coole. -
- Da Lord Coole? - Repeated the humanoid - Why? -
- Sant'Iddio, Billie, Edward is my dearest friend, it is obvious that every now and want to go find it! - The butler nodded
task and to refrain from further comment, although, in reality, it is also very pleased that Lord Coole. That guy was neither meat nor fish, neither robot nor human, and especially the study as if it was a delicious dish to try. Nevertheless
not refused to accompany his master, a little 'because the fear of being disabled, dismantled, sold, or who knows what else still circulate in the circuits, a little' because he would not contradict those who had made him touch the sky a finger, with just a glance.
addition that was an order to which, despite its polemical spirit, agreed not to rebel, seen the disasters that had already combined the morning and for which Lord Pritch had not even punished.
- Yes, sir. - Could only murmur, while Michael, a nod of assent, she left the room with a measured pace.
Billie shook his head as if to stir your gear. Suddenly a strange feeling had taken hold of him ... Maybe he was going mad? Can beat that ... the heart? Or was it a black out of that mass of wires that he had in his chest?
- Billie! -
- Check master! - Said to start at a brisk pace.
For once, he remembered even its duties by Butler and went immediately to prepare the car, getting angry glares from Tanit, the groom, however, that, while swearing to himself, he performed as Asked. Bill had always had the suspicion that the kind we had with him to death because poor little robot, he was at home, warm, with an elegant livery wore, while he put his arms touched in the dung horse every single day.
When all was ready, Billie was careful even to pose, on the jump seat of the cab, a blanket to cover the legs of Michael Lord in the case had been cold. Miss
Tender, the nurse noticed it and could not refrain from teasing - Ah! finally you decide to work! -
He did not answer, did not want to argue with the stupid digs and had no time to lose.
- Of course last night you made a huge fuss ... what you had to shake so much? We had entered a wasp between the bolts? I hope that Lord Pritch, one time or another, decides to send you to sleep in the shed. -She insisted acidly. The back of the automaton
stiffened suddenly. The hubbub of chatter in the home was due to the presence of Lord Michael in his room the night before ... quell'arpia possible that he understood everything? No, it was terrible!
- Yeah, it can be to do it sooner or later. - replied uneasily, painfully emerging from their distressing assumptions.
The housekeeper looked at him from under his mustache, which, despite a tentacled mutant had the same and that would require the aid of a barber. What I
that bastard is hiding metal? He asked Miss Tender furious.

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Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 7

Chapter 8 - Making Love




brought to your room had not been easy for Mike, as he continued to be the automaton a little 'unruly; However, this circumstance, rather than the contrary, had kindled in him a spark of violent excitement. Finally arrived at their destination, Billie pushed against the door of the bedroom and bit the skin of the throat. The android
sighed because, despite his skin was brief, however, was able to feel the teeth of the other stimulate receptors, which are scattered on it. It was a feeling that puts the chills and was sending electric shocks in its function centers.

Overcoming a good deal of timidity, the robot is allowed to move his arms around the shoulders of the count, leaving those human fingers crept under his shirt, and tap the latex formed his cabinet. He buried his head into the neck of Lord Pritch, warning their artificial tears sting your eyes, not a human being and not being able to love, but as they were able to do, I grieved deeply.
- Are you okay? - Michael asked, kissing his mouth pink and moist, and Bill could not help but nod and inexperienced to be led like a puppy, even if he wanted to cry do not feel that way, but you are an adult, like the man who had before.
Once rich in master bedroom, they dropped on the bed, the blond assault with passion the servant who surrendered and those with delight at the touch of his hands and lascivious of his mouth. After
was only the rustling of clothes and a crescendo of moans lustful, while Michael moved Billie winding up, exploring her body with robotic fingers and showing things that would never have even imagined. The kisses that rested on the neck, behind the ears and chest were the enormously exciting, sweeping each of its sensor and overload at the moment, making his center of control for too many unusual details that fell. The count saturated with its own essence, making him explode in a devastating pleasure, in the form of an electric shock as white as snow, through it from head to foot, shaking each logical process and unpack all files of his positronic brain.
Billie felt exposed, manipulated, vulnerable, powerless and enveloped in a fog muffled, that diminished his perceptions. It was given with all his being, guided by the hands and the words of his master sensual.
Instead, Michael had lived quell'amplesso so intense and almost delirious, recording every change of expression, every moment of astonishment on the faces of Billie and putting in every gesture, the whole transport as she could.
- Master ... - The sigh of the automaton, which he felt almost float in space, was like a prayer. Never, never in his life he had felt an emotion like that ... Lord Pritch had pulled up to a new extreme, making him to feel new and unthinkable for someone like him.
Michael, meanwhile, was totally on another planet ... the pleasure they had received, feeling tight in the body dell'androide, and battered him for a moment he found himself wishing that Billie was really be a human, knowing full well that this was impossible.
- Try to sleep, Billie. - Invited him, stroking his flat stomach and kissing her cheek soft like a peach.
- I'm sorry, but I can not sleep. - Piped the robot - I'm not programmed to do so -
- Close your eyes and think back on what happened. - The Count suggested yawning, and then embarrassed smile, the expression of her lover-What happens? - She asked softly.
Billie hid her face against his chest, humming - and 'that if you look back, sir ... Well ... I do not think that I would enjoy some pictures of what you humans call sleep . - Michael
exploded in laughter amused: no, in fact he would not be able to sleep, if he relived in his mind what had just happened between them. - Come here. - Added in a low voice and did so as soon as the automatic, pressed him against, leaning more to the pads, rubbed her back to relax and finally fell asleep. Billie, who had looked asleep, but was not lower eyelids and wait patiently until a hypnotic sort of torpor did not catch too.

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The body of desires - October 23, 2010

Imagine a dark road to the edges of the city. Imagine a small gate that opens on it, inside a court that seems to absorb in a different time, in a different location.

Imagine a rectangular ballroom, located on the edge of the court, mirrors on one wall, wooden beams that share the ceiling, a floor consumed by too many heels who have quarreled with the rhythm.

image inside the green room of chairs placed in semicircle in front of the mirror, two chairs with too much work on the backs of chocolate presumptuous, which in turn is desired letter, word, thought. Imagine voices that weave in characters awaken and ears ready to catch them, lay them out for good in their thoughts. Imagine that whisper curious eyes and feet floating, unable to slow down the course of desires.

images of bodies: broken, Patrol, spied on, chased, admired. Imagine their desires: powerful, impetuous, private, shouted, impossible. Free flow from the pages of a journey that you too, now, you have undertaken.

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Parole2.0

"A word of truth will weigh more than the entire world . "

The Isaevich Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn said in his speech for the Nobel Prize for literature, arguing that the specific gravity of an idea, maybe even their own (and therefore free), may overturn an entire regime. He was referring to his experience in the Soviet gulag during the dictatorship, the systematic attempt to undermine, the prisoner, the instinct to the formulation of thought, by giving precedence to the collective idea of \u200b\u200ba single idea, which became useless, had not no more need to be generated.

The Time of the gulag (Russian acronym for "main direction of corrective labor camps") seems to be over, at least in Russia, today we have other corrective labor camps, those of the mind.

ideas of abuse, violence, cunning, miles of barbed wire behavior that bombards us and consumes us, convincing us that the silent obedience is the only way to continue to buy points in betting system that is rigged in our society.

The single line then it may become the way to chew the foundations of this prison in which we voluntarily confined or only a "refuge" in which to deny the real pretentious?

waiting for your ideas.

PS Let me point to discuss this question, a literary contest, whose theme revolves around this question.

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Cover

interrupt the sequence of chapters just to show you the final cover of "Mechanical Automation", which when finished will see the print publication. See
represented robotics, or Billie. Enjoy: D

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Chapter 7 - Understanding things


Billie That evening was unusually quiet and calm. Michel noticed immediately, is being affected by the fact that even the tentacles of Miss Tender seemed troubled, and his choice is to fix the floor stubbornly, without look the other way. Automation helps its owner to sit down, being careful not to even touch him, and took the dishes to the table with a precision that was not the usual, without a single word came out from his lips.


Pritch tasted its creamy mushroom carefully observing the robot, which was placed against the wall, waiting to serve the second, with glassy eyes facing the wall opposite.
thought back to the words of Tristan and what he had said to Edward when they were in the carriage. Viewed thus, no longer seemed Billie anomaly, but only a mechanical man devoid of any will or initiative, but a restless movement of a hand, a slight frowning of the beautiful mouth, or a nervous twitch that they should not be present in an android standard , reminded him as their servant was not a very common piece of tin.
Count finished his soup without taking his eyes off el'androide not never turned to face him. After dinner, Miss
Tender crawled on their tentacles and, bowing alongside Pritch, whispered - With the permission of my Lord, I retire for the night - and they nodded briefly, giving their consent. The mutant stalked sailed away, but before it came out from the living room, the count saw her wrap one of his slippery end to a leg of Billie. The android stiffened and made a disgusted face, which caused the woman to leave angry.
Michael face of the wave approach and Billie did so - took away the dishes, sir. -
- You can do it later. - The man said, holding out a hand. The other looked at her a little 'out of place, with an expression that had lost her heart to the landlord. That robot was almost more human than he - Take it, Billie. -
- I can not, sir. - He answered - I have already caused too many problems with my rebellious nature, I will not do any other act reckless, which forces her to turn them off. -
- Disable? - Michael exclaimed in disbelief, lowering his arm - Who the hell told you such a lie?! - The android
rubbed the palms in a gesture that denoted insecurity - Miss Tender ruled that the sole reason for his sudden visit to Mr. Moore, sir, could be asking him to disconnect my life once and for all circuits because it is arcistufo me and my inability as a butler. -
- It 's true, only the last part of this booming sermon. - Chuckled noble-However I have no intention to get off. -
- Tender ... But Miss - insisted the humanoid.
- Do not listen to her. - Pritch said shooting then get up, hold it for the sides and push it against the table, blocking with their arms.
- Listen ... I do not even understand what you are, if a robot or a wandering spirit, but ... well, I destabilize. -
- I, sir, dest ...? - Stammered the servant.
- That's right. - Interrupted the Count - This afternoon, Tristan, the android Moore, talked about things that are not able to understand, too ... spiritual for me. Imagine, I never even attended a seance and perhaps the only time I set foot in a church was for my baptism, but the ... m'intriga mystery that surrounds you and I do not know what to think of you. Exactly what you are, you, Billie? - The
requested, to that question, gasped like a fish out of water, but eventually relented and began with a barely audible voice - I do not know, sir, I really do not even know for sure. I was an observer and studied the world of humans. I envied them because they could live while I had been denied, although he wished with all my might. From that place without time, I admired the love between two people and I realized that no one will ever have for me. -
- You never can tell .... - Michael intervened - What but I really understand, is why I've avoided the other night, tirandoti back at the last minute - I mean - continued frowning - I've always seemed a rather expansive ... . -
The robot's eyes widened - Well ... ... here in my state is that of an observer, I could understand that humans behaved in that way to get the attention of their fellows, and I do not ... -
- E you want my attention, Bill? - Asked Pritch without much preamble, whispering those words on the neck of the other.
- Yes, my lord, but ... I do not think I know exactly what happens after ... . -
Michael smiled, charmed. His little Billie was all a big hoax. He had only pretended to have a boldness and a nerve that does not belong to him instead, as the creature close to him at that moment she was shy, scared and fragile, although it was made of iron.
- I can teach you, if you want. - Whispered the master, lost to stroke the dark hair of the automaton and breathing against his mouth. He felt bold as ever, already forgetting anomalies and disturbing thoughts. He was not surprised even the naturalness with which, in the end, he incorporeal entities agreed that business, so he was skeptical. Was almost enough time for a dinner.
- What should I do? - Wanted to know the android, peering curious Pritch and smiled again.
- You little Billie? Absolutely nothing, I think to you, do not worry ... -

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"Readings in comparison": reading club virtual

First challenge: Norvegian Wood by Haruki Murakami.

We believed, proposed, and insisted wavered. Eventually, within the core of the cultural circle Bel-Ami in Rome, I and other book-maniacs have created a reading club that supports the portal www.anobii.com

It a virtual place where all vent our frustrations hardened by readers, complaining about the unacceptable last page of a novel or sudden death of the character that most of all loved. We can advise, mythologizing, criticize, discuss and create faces fight to the last line on the publishing event of the moment, but most will be an opportunity to learn from their different points of view and (most difficult) try to accept them.

The first book he has chosen the democratic community of the current 14 members is "Norvegian Wood" by Haruki Murakami. Within the group's cultural circle about aNobii Bel-Ami (link: http://www.anobii.com/groups/01cd18a471187178e4/) you will find a discussion about the book with the rules that we set for our readings compared. The first event is set for next October 10, but of course you can always join the group in a race, merely to "listen" or wait for the next title. At the end of each reading, we will arrange a meeting "live" to add faces to words.

I wait.

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wanted to thank for the master: Thank you, thank you, thank you .... my self esteem because it draws nourishment





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really are ... I'm working on a couple of''little things''because Christmas is coming and I'm going in a frenzy ...

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Fiat Theatre!

not only an incentive to participate in this exciting art form, but above all an experiment return to the past.

Many will remember the famous "chariot of Thespis, the mythological poet who was invented around 500 BC Greek tragedy, separating the actor from the chorus. Thespis was moved, at least according to Horace, from town to town with a wagon of Attica, which rose on the stage on which they performed two actors who sang the chorus and a third, separately, reciting verses.

2500 years later in a square in Trastevere, in front of what remains of the ancient Church of St. Cosmas, it appeared that strange object.

A new wagon of Thespis that, perhaps mindful of the adventure of traveling theaters Italians, who sailed in the '30s Italy and Europe , uses a bus traveling home of our local cars (FIAT fact) to subsidize the most important skills of children: the imagination.

Ben is this return to the past, especially when loaded with reserves of imagination for the future, I was heartened to see him.