A request for Mr Not-My-Real-Name

I repressed the urge to punch him. Sophie did not. As dad rubbed his socked jaw, two Sophie-gynoids intercepted the real thing, pinning her arms, sandwiching her between their naked bodies. Despite their soft, feminine appearance, they held her with machine strength.

“You stole my likeness, you bastard,” Sophie yelled.

He frowned. “Stole? You signed yourself away to me fair and square. I own you. It’s there in black and white.”

“Like hell you do,” my wife spat. “We're shutting this place down. Do you have any ideas what your customers are doing with me?!”

“I have some idea,” dad chuckled, caressing the supple silicone chest of one of the nude gynoids flanking him. “I don’t understand why you’re so touchy about this. It isn’t as though you’re the original Sophie either.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

He beamed, proud to show off his achievements. “You’re a copy. The first time I extracted Sophie, I kept her. There was no way I’d ever be able to create an AI mind with the awareness needed. It would have taken me decades to create. So I kept her… Repurposed her… Reprogrammed her… She makes an excellent operating system for my product,” he said with a proud gesture towards the thousands of gynoids being manufactured and shipped. “The mind I uploaded back into Sophie was just a copy. Another one of my creations. A creation that has outlived its usefulness,” he said darkly.

He brushed the air back from his ear, revealing a metal implant identical to the one attached to Sophie’s scalp. He pressed the device and collapsed, motionless. Immediately Sophie stiffened, her limbs twitching, her eyes rolling back into her head as an eerie electronic noise like a dial-up-modem emerged from her lips. Slowly, awareness returned to her eyes, though the self-satisfied smirk appeared alien on my fiance’s face.

The gynoid guards released her. She began to disrobe, glancing back at me before moving to caress her doppelgangers lustily. As their bodies entwined, it became harder to distinguish the true flesh-and-blood Sophie from her duplicates.

“Sophie?!” I gasped, horrified realisation dawning. “... Dad? What have you done with her?”

My father pulls his lips away from his mirror image, twisting my fiance’s face into an expression of glee.

“I merely evicted her from my property. I own her likeness, so naturally that means her body is also mine.” He tapped his implant. "She always did want to 'connect' with me," he laughed.