Angels Aren’t Born…They are Built

Angels Aren’t Born…They are Built.

Sasuke and his assistant followed the investors. He watched as some of the men and woman assembled parts. These were in the skeletal stage. Their titanium frames all sported slightly wider hips then a male skeleton might, just wide enough to allow passage through the pelvis for an infant. Sasuke wondered about the wombs. Were these machines covered with living skin? If so would eating not be necessary rather than an option? It seemed he would have to wait as the tour came to a conclusion and they were escorted out another large metal door with the diagonal striping pattern and back to the lobby.

Kidômaru advised the stock holders to exit to the right and take the elevator to the large conference room on the third floor of the factory. The short man Gatô brushed past bumping Sakura roughly. She shrieked as she tumbled to the floor. He ignored her to glare at her new owner. Sasuke didn’t flinch. He glared right back. Gatô looked away and hurried to catch up with the others heading toward the elevators. Sakura began to pick herself up when a hand was offered to her. She expected to see her new master but the man in shades greeted her with a blank expression.

“Um, thanks, um…sir?” She smiled up at him.

“You may call me Shino,” He spoke quietly.

“T-thanks Shino-sama,” Her smile brightened.

She noticed that her owner was not next to them any longer but speaking to a man she recognized. Kabuto-sama. He was acquainted with all the display models. Sasuke was gesturing angrily and seemed insistent that they be allowed to look further into the factory.

She caught parts of their conversation. The silver haired man smiled, “Of course you may look around more…after the meeting with Orochimaru-sama is complete.”

“Before I do any business with any of you I want to know how these ANGELs function. How can we even be certain my circuit boards will be compatible without examining one! Besides the fact that I am not impressed with your staff, or the treatment your merchandise receives.”

“You can discuss that with Orochimaru-sama himself…in the meeting,” Kabuto’s friendly demeanor dissolved as his glasses glinted reflecting the unnatural lighting of the lobby.

“Ah, there you are my little assistant,” Sasuke heard the deep oily voice behind him. Kabuto straightened and his face morphed into that of pure innocence, “Orochimaru-sama.” He smiled and Sasuke swore he heard the man’s voice raise an octave.

Sasuke turned a cold gaze upon the tall lanky man. He has long stringy black hair the hung in his face a bit. He was very pail. Now Sasuke was also pale, but compared between the two Orochimaru was paper white. He had yellow serpentine eyes. Sasuke figured they were contacts. The man was rumored to have a snake fetish.

“Kabuto,” the man nearly purred.

“Yes, Orochimaru-sama,” Kabuto answered in a husky voice.

“We will give them the complete tour,” Orochimaru stepped closer. Sasuke wanted to back away the man was taller then him by barely an inch but he used every centimeter to his advantage.

“What do you say,” he rested a bony hand on Sasuke’s shoulder and leaned in to his ear, “Uchiha-sama?” Sasuke nodded curtly and turned back toward the assembly room door knocking the unwanted hand from his shoulder in the process. The paler man shook his head, “Not that way Uchiha-sama.” Sasuke was turned by Orochimaru toward the elevators. He stopped, “I believe you said we would get to see more of the factory. I would like a closer look at those titanium skeletons, and what do you cover their bodies with. He suddenly snatched Sakura’s hand as she and Shino had meandered closer to the group. Sakura flinched and turned her head away. Sasuke caressed her wrist and held it to Orochimaru's face, “This feels just like real skin. He pulled the sleeve down on her smock. He had only presumed that she would have a bruise on her arm. He was right. There was an angry red mark around the outside of her left bicep. Sakura pulled away looking at the man accusingly. ‘Maybe he was lying. Maybe he’s just as bad as Kidômaru.’ Sasuke’s eyes darted toward her and for the briefest of moments regret flitted across his features. Sakura’s facial recognition program recognized it, but then it hardened into that scary expression again. She hoped her programming wasn’t faulty. She made certain not to call attention to his brief slip, or to herself. Then Orochimaru smiled and grabbed her chin, “I know isn’t she lovely, the quality of these ANGELs is to the highest standards. They are designed to blend in to society so no one other then her personal technician need know that she is not human. …If you prefer to remain discrete. He let her go. Sakura felt the artificial skin sensors reacting. Her realistic flesh broke out in goose bumps. “No it is not real skin, have you ever heard of dragon skin?” Sasuke nodded, “Yes it is fire proof, and durable enough to withstand gunshot or knife attack.” Orochimaru nodded still gazing at his creation.

“About the reproductive capabilities…” Sasuke paused. The taller man nodded. He moved to lift Sakura’s shirt. She flinched visibly. He regardeder her with a predatory smile, “May I?” Sakura turned her head away but nodded clenching her eyes shut. She was used to this humilation but her programming told her it was wrong to treat a person this way. ‘I’m not a person thought. I’m just a thing.' She sighed. Orochimaru lifted the smock to reveal two small but perfect breasts. He groaped the one on the right and she seemed to squirm. He held his three middle fingers just under the cusp of her fleshy orb as his thum and pinky closed together squeezing her nipple. She trembled for a second then her body stilled. Her expression blanked and a small hissing sound was heard. The chest cavity opened. Orochimaru went further down tugging the loose scrubs down until The men could see delicate pink curls peeking over the elastic. The man hit a panel just inside what might be considered her rib cage. Her abdomen opened to reveal a cavity that held a fleshy lump incased in a protective sack. Above it was a tube hanging just under her ribcage. The man gently moved the tube aside and pointed, “This is a nutrient sack. It will keep the living tissue alive and healthy for up to three years, so if you plan on using that feature she will need to come in every two years for a check up. The extra year is an allotment for the gestuation of a human child. These submissives have each been equipped with donated eggs from healthy women whom were screened. If you have a genetic prefrence these egg capsules can be changed out. The womb is made of genetically engeneered tissue. It will live off the nutrient pack for the three years. If you do not wish to use this feature it is suggested that the womb be removed, but you would be surprised how many men actually want to build a family with a robot. This sack protects the womb and the child. If this one were to get pregnant her stomach would only grow to about a quarter of the normal size. She has no internal organs the child could crush after all. At nine months she would probably not show more then a normal woman in her fourth month at the most. All pregnancies are single child. Incases of a split the weakest fetus is aborted automatically. Her body is not flexible enough to maintain two infants. The children will die and the ANGEL would be damaged beyond repair. That we found out the hard way.” He looked up smiling like a snake in a mouse hole. Sasuke was stony. He had taken all this in with his photographic memory and he was not happy about the callous treatment of his property.

“What about this tour,” He spoke coolly. He turned and looked back at the large metal door that said authorized personnel only.
“Psh,” Orochimaru rolled his eyes, “That petting zoo? It’s there for the investors. Follow me to see the true inner workings of Oto Corp.”