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TFTS 11 - Jenny

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Tales from the Street.

"Jenny"

Jenny climbed into her car feeling pleased with her self. She had gone against Mr Matsuda's specific instructions on a deal because she knew she could do better, five point two million dollars better, in fact. That would show him what she was made of. Real corporate material. She was tired of always having to do exactly as commanded, as if she had no mind of her own.

Soon she was pulling onto the patrolled toll-way that passed through the un-policed zones around the city center. The toll-way would take her through to the secure area of Brighton, an area populated by many reasonably well off executives.

Jenny gunned the engine of the Toyota sports, enjoying the smooth increase in power as she cut across two lanes and onto a clear stretch of road. Reaching down onto the dash, her fingers searched for the switch for the radio, but were unable to find it, so she glanced down to put her fingers back on course.

Flicking on the music, she returned her attention to the road, only to find in that brief moment of distraction, the traffic had changed considerably, and she was speeding towards the rear of a stationary truck. She hit the brakes and the car slowed rapidly, its anti-lock braking system keeping the car under control, but still she was traveling too fast and there was nowhere to manoeuvre.

Jenny watched the back of the truck, and the long pipes protruding from it, a greasy red flag warning of their length. She leaned with all her might on the brake pedal but to no avail. The windscreen shattered and...


Jenny woke with a start. Feeling somewhat disoriented, she glanced around. She found she was lying in a bed in an unfamiliar though pleasantly decorated room.

Feeling somewhat numb, she tried to move, immediately wishing she hadn't. Groaning, she let herself lie back. Something was amiss: drastically amiss.

"Stay in bed Jenny." a feminine voice called from another room. "You are hurt."

Trying to calm her rising terror, Jenny tried to analyze her sensations, or lack of them. She could see and hear fine, but smell and taste were conspicuous but their total absence. Touch wasn't much better: just the odd sensation between large areas of nothing.

"Okay girl." Jenny reassured herself. "On the positive side, you're still in the land of the living."

Finding that she could move her fingers, Jenny carefully reached up to feel her face. Her arm felt leaden. Tracing her fingers over her face, she found it felt plastic, also largely devoid of sensation.

Jenny groaned again. "A mirror. Where's a mirror?" she asked, pushing the bedclothes aside. Maintaining her balance was awkward, but she managed to stagger across to the quaint dresser. She braced herself to prevent herself from falling. Looking where the mirror was meant to be, she discovered, much to her annoyance that someone had stuck a life-sized three-d poster of a toy fashion doll there instead. She stared at its long blonde hair, its quaint anime eyes and petite pink lips. Jenny reached up to touch the poster, freezing when she noticed the doll in the poster was reaching up to touch her.

It was a mirror, Jenny realized, then a moment later the full implications hit her. If it really was a mirror, then the doll in the reflection was her. She screamed.


"I told you to stay in bed, Jenny." the voice said again, just before one wall of the room swung away to reveal the biggest little girl Jenny had ever seen. Biggest, as in "Land of the Giants" big.

Jenny tried to back away as the girl reached in and grasped her, then lifted her from the room. Trying not to scream again, Jenny stared at the giant girl. She was of Japanese decent, though her English was so good there was little if any accent. Her facial features seemed familiar.

What was going on? Jenny asked herself. She discarded the bad-dream theory because the terrors were too consistent, not morphing from one state to another as her mind sought for an escape.

"Now you're better, I'm going to dress you up for a party." the girl told Jenny. "It's Licca's birthday today."

"Who's Licca?" Jenny asked out of reflex.

"Your friend!" the girl sounded indignant. "She's there on the table."

Jenny couldn't really see much of the table from her current position in the girl's hand, but she could make out another doll sitting on it. Before she could ask the giant girl for more information, a man with a notable Japanese accent called out "Yoko, dinner is ready."

The girl, Yoko, placed Jenny on the giant table and left the room, so Jenny decided to explore the limited environment.

Jenny found, much to her surprise, that she could hold a conversation with the other doll, or Licca as she introduced herself. Licca was a shorter, and more child-like doll than the one Jenny found herself trapped within, and her conversation reflected this.

Finding she was getting nowhere discussing party dresses and fictitious fun with the other doll, Jenny turned her attention to the doll boxes on the table. One read "Living Licca" the other "Living Jenny" in English, though most of the other writing was in Japanese. Two letters stood out though. "A.I.". Artificial Intelligence, Jenny realised. From the box art she concluded the doll worked via some sort of basic radio link to a host personal computer running the simple A.I. program.

Fine. So what was she, Jenny, the flesh and blood woman, doing in an eleven inch tall plastic doll body with very limited sensual feedback? She wasn't an A.I. program. That was clear.

Her own body had been injured though. She could vaguely recall the pipes punching through her chest. Perhaps this was some sort of virtual reality designed for patients with horrific injuries, so they could do things while they healed. No. The psychs would never let them pull a stunt like that.

Jenny decided that despite the lack of sensual feedback, she was somehow trapped in or linked to a realspace doll's body, perhaps connected in the same way as the A.I. on the remote personal computer that was controlling Licca.

Her pondering was interrupted by the return of the girl, Yoko, a man a few paces behind her.

Jenny gasped. "Mr Matsuda!"

"Jenny." he said sternly, bending to pick up Jenny's doll body.

Jenny stared into the man's eyes. They were cold, but glinting.

"Jenny." he said again. "You disobeyed me."



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Copyright 1995 by Ken Stone.
"Licca" and "Jenny" dolls are produced by Takara in Japan.
One of the Tales from the Street series I wrote back in the '90s
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