The 'Sins' of the Mother

    The boy was hopless. As hopless as he had been before the conversion. More hopless in fact. At least before he downloaded himself to the system he'd had ambition. This boy, this Sheldon, despite his immense potential, was content to sit around and allow life to pass him by and/or pass him up.

    No, content would be an improvement. He wasn't content, he simply lacked the drive and force of will to do anything about it. Well if this boy wanted to waste his life, Walter was happy to take it off of his hands.

    How long had it been? Years? No, rummaging through the boy's memories he could see. It had been decades. More than thirty years since he'd last felt the air on his skin. Since he last even had skin to feel the air on. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it had given him new life.

    The kid was smart. To have found him he had to be. Decades ago Walter had transfered a copy of his mind into the computer, his computer. His invention. From what he could tell. based on what the boy knew, his creation remained unsurpassed even three decades later. Translating human brain patterns into computer data. Hyper compressing twenty-three years of that data from the human mind on a hard drive only a few hundred kilobytes large. Super-imposing that data over another human mind, firmly placing himself in control, without deleting the information contained within the original mind.

    It wasn't like his own, however. He could operate his own memories as he always had, but looking through the boy's was different. It was like looking through an encyclopedia that automatically opened itself to topics related to words you were searching for. No. That idea, he discovered, was antiquated. The ARPANET had evolved into something grandoise, and on it could be found a tool called a search engine. That's what it was like, a search engine.

    Walter considered looking up whatever became of him, but the boy had never heard of a "Walter Edmond" and after some consideration, Walter ultimately figured what happened to an old man he no longer was didn't matter. Still, discovering what became of other people he once knew woulf be interesting. Alphabetically he ran down a long list of names. Friends, family, foes. Nothing clicked until he hit 'W.'

    Wakeman. That bitch, Nora Wakeman. Sheldon knew her.

    Walter had always had a bit of a love-hate relationship with the brilliant bespectacled red-head. On the one hand, he hated her. On the othe hand, he'd have loved to have thrown her over a lab table and fucked the shit out of her. She thought she was so much better than him. She'd shown him up and humiliated him at every opportunity, but he'd see how smart she felt once she'd cum herself silly on the end of his cock. Once he'd pumped her full of sperm. Once he'd left her good and fertilized with his offspring. Once she had to leave school and become dependent on him to provide for her and his bastards.

    Bastards, not bastard, and never legitimate. Like fuck he'd marry her. No, he'd keep her at home where he'd fuck her wherever, whenever, and however he wanted. She wouldn't wear a stitch of clothing. She'd wake up each morning and go to bed each night with a mouthful of his cock and a bellyful of his sperm. He'd cum in her again and again, never using a condom. He wouldn't alllow her birth control, so she'd always been swollen, or soon to be swollen, with his seed. Or maybe some other man's every now and then, if he chose to whore her out. He'd make her his dumb breeding slut and nothing more. By the time he'd achieved reknown in the scientific community, she'd be a worthless, used up, stretched out fuck toy.

    He'd had that dream more than once, but Sheldon's memories showed he'd never acted upon it. The Nora Wakeman of today was old, single, still brilliant, accomplished and childless.

    ...Or rather, without biological children. Sheldon's memories caught on something at the thought of Nora Wakeman and children. A robot.  A daughter. One with whom Sheldon seemed rather infatuated.

    Walter didn't get it at first. Anthropomorphic as it was, it was still a machine. But the more he mulled it over, the more he liked the idea. He had no interest in Wakeman any longer. She was old and repulsive, at least to him. But he could have his revenge on her. He could ruin her master work, her daughter.

    "Sheldon, buddy. I'm about to give you everything you've ever wanted."