Surprisingly, it wasn't a sexual fetish. Not directly, anyway. It actually stemmed from Mitch being a sci-fi nut. Robots fascinated him, plain and simple. In fact, sitting on a shelf over his desk was an array of figurines depicting cyborg characters from various films and video games. The one he favored the most was a replica of the robotic arm from the first two Terminator films.
It had always made him curious. What would it be like to have an inorganic body part? He wondered about several different aspects: control, strength, sense of touch, appearance, mechanics... He'd certainly done his research on current technologies involved with prosthetic enhancements. Those ideas only served to make him even more curious, considering the technology was possible. Maybe not to the extent he'd love to try, but possible nonetheless. Possible, maybe, but not within reach. But with the BlueBerry...
My left arm is completely mechanical from the elbow down. It is very durable and capable of performing normal muscular functions but to an enhanced degree, which I have complete control over.
Mitch held his phone in his right hand, letting his left arm hover within his line of sight. With increasing amounts of excitement, he thumbed the 'confirm' button.
He was immediately met with a jolt of electricity that shot up his left arm, through his shoulder, up his spine and into his head. It was painful, causing him to cry out and drop his BlueBerry onto his desk. His vision blurred for a moment from the intense sensation, and he instinctively brought his right hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He couldn't feel his left hand or forearm, and the rest of his arm and shoulder was tingling madly. Finally the pain subsided, but Mitch still couldn't feel half of his left arm...
"Holy shit!" he blurted out upon opening his eyes again. It worked! The upper half of his left arm ended in a sort of knob at his elbow, and from then on it was a formation of metal rods, cylinders, and cords. There was an obvious resemblance to his basic skeletal structure, though it was now made of steel and largely exposed. His 'muscles' were replaced by an arrangement of thin steel cylinders that went all the way up and merged with his upper arm. He marveled at how they moved as he twisted his arm around, and grinned at the subtle 'whirring' sound produced by the mechanical operations. He moved his fingers around, amazed at how well they responded to his thoughts, as if they were perfectly integrated with his nervous system.
Which was true. He had control over his arm's motor functions as if it were a natural part of his body. This in turn made him curious about the 'enhancements' he'd mentioned in his request. Finely-tuned control, for one thing. He first experimented by typing something on his computer using just his left hand, and to his utter astonishment he found that he was able to manipulate his mechanical fingers exactly the way he wanted to as if it was completely natural. In fact, he was typing almost as efficiently as he would if he was using both hands. All the while he was delighted to discover that he could 'sense' every little movement made by his artificial muscles. And not to mention he enjoyed the sound of the thin rubber pads Curious, he tried typing with both hands. He was surprised to find that it was actually harder, as his 'real' hand was having trouble coordinating and keeping up with his robotic one.
That just left his strength, how much force his artificial muscles were capable of applying. The first thing he caught sight of was a pile of change sitting on his desk. He grabbed a penny and held it between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. And then, like a vice, he applied slow, precise pressure to the coin. The coin succumbed to the pressure easily, leaving Mitch holding a half-moon-shaped piece of copper-colored metal. "Cool," he mumbled.
That's when his zeal overtook him. He got up out of his chair and stepped over to the foot of his bed. He bent over, grabbed the bed frame from underneath using just his left hand, and hoisted with all his strength.
And then promptly collapsed forward onto the bed, moaning from the exertion. Which quickly turned into laughing. "That was dumb," he scolded himself, rubbing his still very much real biceps and pectorals to ease the burning.
Still, though, he was beaming with excitement, over the possibilities. His arm was just the beginning, and his mind began to wander to more... 'interesting' things he could do. Again, Mitch's infatuation with robotics was not, by itself, something sexual. But, Mitch was first and foremost a pervert, and so it was in his nature to take something completely un-sexual, like his robotic arm, and think: Good. Now how can I apply this to sex?
The answer did not come to him immediately. He'd have to work up to it. "Baby steps," he told himself, eyeing the BlueBerry that was sitting on his desk.
Mon May 23 23:36:38 2011