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This is my entry for Celestleıs story competition, closing date 24
August 1998.  It features the Holodeck Technology found in Star Trek,
but there are absolutely no references to Star Fleet, Vulcanıs, Klingons,
or anything else Star Trek related.

Comments can be sent to either of these
two addresses
kce63@dial.pipex.com
marky92@hotmail.com

**Disclaimer
This story is of an adult nature, and is intended for people over the age
of 18 (in the UK at least).  If you are not old enough to read this in your
country, then don't.  It as simple as that.  Same goes for people who
are offended by this type of material.  No-one if forcing you to read it,
if you don't like it, don't read it.

**Special note
I'm English not American, but still, with the bombardment of American
images that we receive in this country on TV and in films, I get
confused from time to time.  It's not my fault, blame the media!!!
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On the Holodeck(MF, rom)
by marky
(c) Copyright 1998 marky

³Come on in Jessie,² the boss said as Jessie knocked on his door,
³Please take a seat.²
³Whatıs up Boss?  Am I in trouble.²
³Not exactly.  Iıll cut straight to the chase.  We are worried about you
Jess.  Since... you know.. since the accident youıve been less than
your usual productive self.²
³Iım doing my best Boss.  Itıs just hard to concentrate sometimes.²
³In this business Jessie, lack of concentration is a major problem.²
³So what are you saying to me?² asked Jessie.
³We want you to take sometime off.  We think you need time to grieve.
When Demi died it was a shock to us all.  But you tried to just carry on,
against the advice of others.  You need time to get over what happened
properly.²
³I canıt take time off, what shall I do.²
³Thatıs up to you.  Find some way to help you get over Demi, take a
vacation, spend all your time in a Holodeck, whatever.  Just do
whatever you need to come back here and back to working the way you
did before.²
³I canıt afford to take time off.²
³Itıll be a paid sabbatical.  You donıt have a choice.  As of tomorrow, I
donıt want to see you here for another month.  Is that clear.²

Jessie was a Holodeck programmer.  He wrote programs that people
ran in their Holodecks.  At one time he had been the most prolific
producer of Holodeck software in the quadrant, author of some of the
most popular programs around.  Then suddenly, about two months
ago, his wife Demi was killed in a transporter accident.  She was
beaming down from a lunar shuttle after 2 weeks on Apollo station,
when the signal was degraded due to interference.  There was barley
enough left of her to bury.
Jessie took it hard.  But he carried on at work.  He was working on a
major new project, and thought that throwing himself into work would
cure his hurt.  He was wrong.

Jessie arrived back at his house.  What was he going to do for the next
30 days.  All his material for his project was at work, so he couldnıt do
that.  He didnıt have enough credits for a holiday.  His only option was
to run an immersive Holodeck program.  To try and ³get away from it
all².
Over the next few days he tried many different programs, but no of
them could hold his interest.  Even the best selling crime series,
³Franklin Jones Investigates², he found boring.  He hated to admit it to
himself, but he missed his dear Demi.  He figured he needed to see her
again, to touch her, to smell her.

³Computer..² he said as he entered the Holodeck, ³do you have enough
data on file to create a facsimile of Demi Huskley?²
The computer answered in a soft, sensual female voice, ³There is
enough data on file to create an accurate physical facsimile of Demi
Huskley.²
³How accurate?² asked Jessie.
³To within 1%² the computer informed him.
³Then do it.²
³Working.....Working² the computer repeated as it began to build up
the Hologram version of Jessieıs wife.
Slowly the image came into focus.  Her long black hair cascaded down
her back.  Her breasts swelled out in a divine manner, and with her
rounded hips, formed a delightful hourglass figure.
³Computer, mush as I like seeing my wife naked, perhaps you should
but some clothes on her.²
³Select outfit.² said the computer.
³Something casual... Jeans and T-shirt.²
The clothes appeared on Demiıs form, covering up her assets.  Jessie
was slightly disappointed, but at least her could look at her without a
permanent hard-on.  He walked around her static figure, admiring the
way she looked.
³I always liked you in Jeans Dee.² he said, ³Your ass fills them just
right.²
He walked back around to the front, smiling constantly.
³I wish I could talk to you.  Thereıs so much I need to tell you.  Iıve
missed the sound of your voice so much.²
He stood admiring this copy of his dead wife.  Suddenly he had an
idea.
³Computer.  Can you make her speak, so that I can have a conversation
with her?²
³Yes.  A copy of Demi Huskleyıs vocal pattern is on file.  This can be
used to simulate her voice.²
³Do it.  Have her interact with me.²  He waited a few moments until the
computer told him that Holo-Demi was ready to speak.

³Demi?  Iıve missed you.²
Holo-Demi stood soundless.
³Did you miss me too?² Jessie asked.
³Yes.² It was definitely Demiıs voice, but it sounded hollow,
emotionless.
³How have you been?² Jessie wanted her to reply in full, to have a
conversation with her.
³I have been dead.² said Holo-Demi.  Jessie nearly broke into tears.
³Computer.  Youıve got it wrong, this is all wrong.²
³Is it not Demi Huskleyıs voice?² asked the computer.
³Yes, itıs her voice, but she sound like you.  Thereıs no emotion in her
voice.²
³It is what you asked for.  An interactive copy of Demi Huskley using
her vocal pattern.² said the computer.
³Thatıs not what I meant,² said Jessie.  ³Could you incorporate the
personality subroutine from ³Franklin Jones Investigates² into this
program, and adapt it to produce a copy of Demiıs personality.²
³It would require a large amount of data of the chosen subject.² said the
computer.
³Would 50 or so hours of home video data be enough.² asked Jessie.
³It would.²
³How long will it take?² questioned Jessie.
³The integration would take 2 hours 7 minutes.² the computer informed
him.
³Fine.  Iıll be back in 2 hours.  Place Demi in the Martian restaurant
program for when I return.²

While he waited for the computer to finish itıs task Jessie took a long
bath to freshen up.  He picked out his best suit, and did his hair.  If he
was going to see Demi again, he wanted to look his best.  When he got
back to the Holodeck, the program was already running.  He opened
the door and went in.  The Martian Restaurant program created an
atmospheric restaurant overlooking the red Martian skyline.
He approached the bar, and saw Demi sat on a bar stool wearing a
slinky black velvet dress.  She had two glasses in front of her filled
with what looked like rum and coke.
She turned around to greet him as he approached.  ³Hi, Jessie.  Where
have you been?  Your over five minutes late.²
It was perfect.  Exactly what the real Demi would have said.
³Sorry.² he said, ³Traffic.²
³I got you a Malibu and Coke,² she said, ³Your favorite.²
³Thanks.² he said.  He was speechless.  After so long here he was
having a drink with the most perfect of godıs creatures.
³You look radiant.² he said, ³and I love that dress on you.²
³Thanks,² she said with a smile, ³I brought it specially.²
The waiter walked up to them and coughed politely.  ³You table is
ready Sir, Madame.  If you would care to follow me.²
He led the couple, walking arm in arm, to their table.  They ordered
food and wine, which came promptly.  There wasnıt much
conversation between them as the night wore on.  Jessie was just glad
to be in the company of the woman he had loved for 12 years.  They ate
there meal, then danced the night away in the restaurants disco.
At a quarter to one in the morning the music from the disco slowed
down to smoochy numbers as the place prepared to close for the night.
Demi and Jessie danced close.  He held her tightly against him, cupping
her ass cheeks in his hands.  Her hands were around his neck as they
kissed passionately, exploring each others mouths with their tongues.
He moved his hands up her body, following the contour of her hips.
As his hands reached the swell of her breast, he moved his hands
around to her back, then back down to her bum.  He squeezed each
cheek of her bum in turn.  She moaned as they kissed.
The final song ended, and the couple left the dance floor to finish their
drinks.  The program was coming to an end, and Jessie didnıt want to
leave his wife.

³Computer.² he said, ³Freeze program.²
Everything around Jessie came to a standstill, even Demi.  It was like
standing in a waxworks museum.
³Computer, how much of this program is left?²
³You should escort your guest to her car, then the program ends.²
³Shit.² he paused, ³Tell you what.  Search the Adult files on the
network.  Find a program that involves to lovers going to hotel room
after a meal.²
³Searching.....Searching......Search complete.  There are 6 such
programs on file.²
³Great.² said Jessie, ³Merge them into one and add it to the end of this
program.  Add in the adaptive subroutine I wrote, then continue
program.²
The computer responded, ³Working.... Working..... Working.....
Program complete.²
As the computer voice faded away, the scene surrounding Jessie came
back to life.

³Come on.² said Demi, ³Lets go back to the hotel and have another
drink.²
³O.K.² said Jessie, ³Iıll get the coats and meet you outside.²
Thatıs what he did.  he fetched the couples overcoats from the
cloakroom, then met Demi outside the restaurant, where she had already
hailed a taxi.
³Quick,² she said, ³the meterıs running.²
Jessie jumped into the back seat of the cab beside Demi.  As soon as he
was in, the driver set off for their hotel.  For the entire journey, Demi
and Jessie made out in the back seat.  They kissed, and their hands
explored each other.  The driver enjoyed the view in his mirror.  By the
time they got to their hotel, Jessieıs erection made it difficult for him to
walk.  Demi noticed.
³Whatıs wrong Jess.  A little excited?²
They made their way up to their rooms, groping each other in the
elevator.  No sooner had Jessie closed the door behind them after
entering the room than Demi fell to her knees and pulled at the zip to his
trousers.  She reached inside and searched for his dick.  She found it,
and in itıs current state had a little trouble getting it out into the open


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