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	"You should! You know, I think you're gonna grow up just fine," Sandra said as Rylie smiled. "And are those pancakes I smell? I think Jeremy is making us breakfast!" Rylie giggled. "Let's go downstairs and see if we can convince him to do this for us more often..."		"You should! You know, I think you're gonna grow up just fine," Sandra said as Rylie smiled. "And are those pancakes I smell? I think Jeremy is making us breakfast!" Rylie giggled. "Let's go downstairs and see if we can convince him to do this for us more often..."
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	"RYLIE!" he nearly shouted as the memory came flooding back, of his dad leaving and this five-and-a-half-foot tall girl with bright greenish-blue eyes, lustrous and thick chestnut brown hair, and a beautiful smile that, as he thought about it, made him sorely miss the girl. But then the last bit of information was realised by his brain. Rylie was an android. He could... No, he could never, not without his mother's permission...		"RYLIE!" he nearly shouted as the memory came flooding back, of his dad leaving and this five-and-a-half-foot tall girl with bright greenish-blue eyes, lustrous and thick chestnut brown hair, and a beautiful smile that, as he thought about it, made him sorely miss the girl. But then the last bit of information was realised by his brain. Rylie was an android. He could... No, he could never, not without his mother's permission...

	Disregarding his internal warnings, he looked into the large walk-in closet near his room. Nearly buried in the back was a girl of about ~~sixteen~~ to twenty--depending on what mode she's in, Jeremy thought. He tried to lift her and carrier into his room. It didn't work, she was too heavy. Not much heavier than your average high school girl, but Jeremy was never in the best shape. The next task, then, was how to turn her on... If he remembered right, there was an on/off switch behind her left ear. He gingerly felt for it and found it just buried underneath the skin. He pressed it.		Disregarding his internal warnings, he looked into the large walk-in closet near his room. Nearly buried in the back was a girl of about eighteen to twenty--depending on what mode she's in, Jeremy thought. He tried to lift her and carrier into his room. It didn't work, she was too heavy. Not much heavier than your average high school girl, but Jeremy was never in the best shape. The next task, then, was how to turn her on... If he remembered right, there was an on/off switch behind her left ear. He gingerly felt for it and found it just buried underneath the skin. He pressed it.

	A whirring was heard, along with a few unexpected clicks and weird sounds that were like trying to play a DVD in a regular CD player, and the opened her eyes. In the dim light of the closet, she could see it was Jeremy that had turned her on. She smiled at him and then, in a soft, lilting and demure voice, asked politely, "Can you please help me up?"		A whirring was heard, along with a few unexpected clicks and weird sounds that were like trying to play a DVD in a regular CD player, and the opened her eyes. In the dim light of the closet, she could see it was Jeremy that had turned her on. She smiled at him and then, in a soft, lilting and demure voice, asked politely, "Can you please help me up?"

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	He dreamed of his sister, mainly, remembering when he had someone to talk to, to be with on a regular basis. For a few years before she died, he vaguely remembered there was another child in the neighbourhood that stayed over all the time and used to play with them, mainly with Kylie, since she was that much older. Jeremy wished she was around now, too, especially now that he was older, and could've played with her, too... What was her name again, he wondered... He knew it sounded similar to his sister's name....		He dreamed of his sister, mainly, remembering when he had someone to talk to, to be with on a regular basis. For a few years before she died, he vaguely remembered there was another child in the neighbourhood that stayed over all the time and used to play with them, mainly with Kylie, since she was that much older. Jeremy wished she was around now, too, especially now that he was older, and could've played with her, too... What was her name again, he wondered... He knew it sounded similar to his sister's name....

	"RYLIE!" he nearly shouted as the memory came flooding back, of his dad leaving and this five-and-a-half-foot tall girl with bright greenish-blue eyes, lustrous and thick chestnut brown hair, and a beautiful smile that, as he thought about it, made him sorely miss the girl. But then the last bit of information was ~~realised~~ by his brain. Rylie was an android. He could... No, he could never, not without his mother's permission...		"RYLIE!" he nearly shouted as the memory came flooding back, of his dad leaving and this five-and-a-half-foot tall girl with bright greenish-blue eyes, lustrous and thick chestnut brown hair, and a beautiful smile that, as he thought about it, made him sorely miss the girl. But then the last bit of information was realized by his brain. Rylie was an android. He could... No, he could never, not without his mother's permission...

	Disregarding his internal warnings, he looked into the large walk-in closet near his room. Nearly buried in the back was a girl of about eighteen to twenty--depending on what mode she's in, Jeremy thought. He tried to lift her and carrier into his room. It didn't work, she was too heavy. Not much heavier than your average high school girl, but Jeremy was never in the best shape. The next task, then, was how to turn her on... If he remembered right, there was an on/off switch behind her left ear. He gingerly felt for it and found it just buried underneath the skin. He pressed it.		Disregarding his internal warnings, he looked into the large walk-in closet near his room. Nearly buried in the back was a girl of about eighteen to twenty--depending on what mode she's in, Jeremy thought. He tried to lift her and carrier into his room. It didn't work, she was too heavy. Not much heavier than your average high school girl, but Jeremy was never in the best shape. The next task, then, was how to turn her on... If he remembered right, there was an on/off switch behind her left ear. He gingerly felt for it and found it just buried underneath the skin. He pressed it.
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	"Oh..." she said in a groggy voice. "I was just enjoying not needing to be deactivated. It's kind of a new feeling for me, you know?"		"Oh..." she said in a groggy voice. "I was just enjoying not needing to be deactivated. It's kind of a new feeling for me, you know?"

	Jeremy nodded, and then ~~realised~~, "Hey, Rylie, umm, what do you want to do while I'm sleeping? I think it'll get pretty boring if you're awake all night..."		Jeremy nodded, and then realized, "Hey, Rylie, umm, what do you want to do while I'm sleeping? I think it'll get pretty boring if you're awake all night..."

	Rylie looked deep in thought, and then said, "I understand, but...let me be next to you tonight, if it's okay?"		Rylie looked deep in thought, and then said, "I understand, but...let me be next to you tonight, if it's okay?"

	She looked positively pleading. Jeremy couldn't say no. He didn't quite know how he'd feel with Rylie sleeping, or staring awake as he thought, next to him all night, but he didn't have the heart to turn her down. They made their way upstairs and showed her to his mum's room, where he rifled through some of her old clothes in the back of her closet and came up with a nice silk nightgown that looked like it'd fit. A short time later, a first-time-clad-in-new-clothes Rylie snuggled close to Jeremy in the dark with his arm around her. Then she ~~realised~~ something, and as comfortable as she was, she whispered softly and gratefully to Jeremy, "Plug me in?"		She looked positively pleading. Jeremy couldn't say no. He didn't quite know how he'd feel with Rylie sleeping, or staring awake as he thought, next to him all night, but he didn't have the heart to turn her down. They made their way upstairs and showed her to his mum's room, where he rifled through some of her old clothes in the back of her closet and came up with a nice silk nightgown that looked like it'd fit. A short time later, a first-time-clad-in-new-clothes Rylie snuggled close to Jeremy in the dark with his arm around her. Then she realized something, and as comfortable as she was, she whispered softly and gratefully to Jeremy, "Plug me in?"

	The day began in a hot and muggy way, but the centrally-air-conditioned house kept Jeremy and Rylie cool as they lay in bed together. Jeremy's eyes opened while the sky was still dark, but with that first hint of the first rays of the sun. He absent-mindedly let his fingers run over the nightgown-clad body of his--"just a friend, Jeremy, just a really good friend"--friend as she lay there next to him. Up and down her sides and then onto her chest, tracing designs on her stomach, almost tickling her. His hands on autopilot now, they moved farther up, towards Rylie's breasts, and continued the pattern-tracing. He drew his finger across her nipple many times, circling around it and even getting brave enough to play with each for a bit. He pushed down on it a few times, trying to find anything mechanical at all under them, but was unsusccesful. At one point, he thought he heard a, well, what could only be described as a very pleased moan come from Rylie's lips, but Jeremy quickly dismissed it.		The day began in a hot and muggy way, but the centrally-air-conditioned house kept Jeremy and Rylie cool as they lay in bed together. Jeremy's eyes opened while the sky was still dark, but with that first hint of the first rays of the sun. He absent-mindedly let his fingers run over the nightgown-clad body of his--"just a friend, Jeremy, just a really good friend"--friend as she lay there next to him. Up and down her sides and then onto her chest, tracing designs on her stomach, almost tickling her. His hands on autopilot now, they moved farther up, towards Rylie's breasts, and continued the pattern-tracing. He drew his finger across her nipple many times, circling around it and even getting brave enough to play with each for a bit. He pushed down on it a few times, trying to find anything mechanical at all under them, but was unsusccesful. At one point, he thought he heard a, well, what could only be described as a very pleased moan come from Rylie's lips, but Jeremy quickly dismissed it.

	He reluctantly moved on from the breasts, and let his fingers play up and down her arm. At the top of the arm closest to him, he noticed an indentation, and ~~realised~~ that it was Rylie's recharge panel. Briefly, it made the illusion of Rylie's humanity waver, for until now, he had been under the happy impression that he was in bed with a real girl.		He reluctantly moved on from the breasts, and let his fingers play up and down her arm. At the top of the arm closest to him, he noticed an indentation, and realized that it was Rylie's recharge panel. Briefly, it made the illusion of Rylie's humanity waver, for until now, he had been under the happy impression that he was in bed with a real girl.

	"Real girl? Rylie's just as real as the rest of `em," Jeremy thought. "So what if she's not made of the same things I'm made of..." He continued to trace up and down her arm, letting his finger dance along the outside boundary of the panel, and then jumping to the plug attached to it, and gently caressing it back to its point of origin. She shivered gently. He let his fingers brush over the three buttons and lights inside the panel, and let his fingers explore the inside of it as well. He moved up to her neck, after, and began stroking that for a bit as well. Finally, his arm exhausted, he let it drop between the two of them and decided to be content watching his--"she's just a friend!"--friend as whatever program responsible let her chest gently rise and fall just like a sleeping girl's.		"Real girl? Rylie's just as real as the rest of `em," Jeremy thought. "So what if she's not made of the same things I'm made of..." He continued to trace up and down her arm, letting his finger dance along the outside boundary of the panel, and then jumping to the plug attached to it, and gently caressing it back to its point of origin. She shivered gently. He let his fingers brush over the three buttons and lights inside the panel, and let his fingers explore the inside of it as well. He moved up to her neck, after, and began stroking that for a bit as well. Finally, his arm exhausted, he let it drop between the two of them and decided to be content watching his--"she's just a friend!"--friend as whatever program responsible let her chest gently rise and fall just like a sleeping girl's.
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	The two of them scrambled out of the pool, drying themselves off the best they could in the hurry they were in, and found themselves in the kitchen where Sandra Quinn was pacing back and forth on the tile floor.		The two of them scrambled out of the pool, drying themselves off the best they could in the hurry they were in, and found themselves in the kitchen where Sandra Quinn was pacing back and forth on the tile floor.

	"Do you ~~realise~~ what you could've done? You don't bring sensitive electronics in the pool! What ever were you thinking?" she asked incredulously.		"Do you realize what you could've done? You don't bring sensitive electronics in the pool! What ever were you thinking?" she asked incredulously.

	"Mum, the robots that all the rich kids have at school are waterproof! Why wouldn't Rylie be as well?" Jeremy asked.		"Mum, the robots that all the rich kids have at school are waterproof! Why wouldn't Rylie be as well?" Jeremy asked.
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	Rylie shook her head. "I...I can't seem to access much of the memory around that... I do know that I was deactivated one night, which wasn't always normal, and the next time I woke up was at...your old house."		Rylie shook her head. "I...I can't seem to access much of the memory around that... I do know that I was deactivated one night, which wasn't always normal, and the next time I woke up was at...your old house."

	"Wow, that's some story," Jeremy replied. "I just wish my mum ~~realised~~ that! It'd make things so much easier!"		"Wow, that's some story," Jeremy replied. "I just wish my mum realized that! It'd make things so much easier!"

	"Yeah," Rylie sighed. "But we still have plenty of time to..."		"Yeah," Rylie sighed. "But we still have plenty of time to..."
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	In mere moments it seemed that the relative calm of the lunch hour had become near-chaos. Everyone was moving, including Jeremy, who got up to join the search. Rylie sat perfectly still, however, and her eyes took on a glazed look. She kept repeating, "Where is she....where is she..." and then her mind wasn't in the restaurant anymore. She was sitting on a bench near a river, saying the same thing over and over to herself. "Where is she...? Where is she...? I need to find her! I need to! " She got up suddenly and raced parallel to the river, trying to see something. Something did catch her eye out in the water, where it was deep, but before she could concentrate enough on it, a persistent tapping on her leg recalled her back to the present.		In mere moments it seemed that the relative calm of the lunch hour had become near-chaos. Everyone was moving, including Jeremy, who got up to join the search. Rylie sat perfectly still, however, and her eyes took on a glazed look. She kept repeating, "Where is she....where is she..." and then her mind wasn't in the restaurant anymore. She was sitting on a bench near a river, saying the same thing over and over to herself. "Where is she...? Where is she...? I need to find her! I need to! " She got up suddenly and raced parallel to the river, trying to see something. Something did catch her eye out in the water, where it was deep, but before she could concentrate enough on it, a persistent tapping on her leg recalled her back to the present.

	She looked down, and ~~realised~~ that a small girl of about five or six was rhythmically tapping her leg, trying to get her attention. "Where's my mommy?" the girl said insistently.		She looked down, and realized that a small girl of about five or six was rhythmically tapping her leg, trying to get her attention. "Where's my mommy?" the girl said insistently.

	It took Rylie a few moments to parse the information and figure out why the restaurant was in such chaos. After locating the source, the distraught woman, she stood up and shouted. The restaurant became almost silent for a moment, and all eyes turned to Rylie. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she said in a clear voice, "I believe the child may be over here?"		It took Rylie a few moments to parse the information and figure out why the restaurant was in such chaos. After locating the source, the distraught woman, she stood up and shouted. The restaurant became almost silent for a moment, and all eyes turned to Rylie. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she said in a clear voice, "I believe the child may be over here?"