Tom's made me help him move some dumb computer stuff around this weekend, so that's been real fun... Check out the comic we made here:

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Mature Content

Doctor David Rodigan was one of the world’s most famous and well known biomechanical researchers, though he hadn’t been having much luck for the last few years. Science is a fickle mistress, treating some with undue grace, and the others, striving their whole lives to make something worthwhile, end up shut out in the cold. It’s not a secret that many of science’s greatest luminaries have died alone, poor, forgotten, buried in pauper’s graves. Rodigan’s circumstances weren’t that dire, but he was still far from the heights he’d climbed in his youth.

His first great invention had been Devlin 1.0, a fully automated artificial intelligence. He’d built her mainframe in college, and had cobbled together her exterior body when he’d been allocated grant money as a post graduate. Initially he’d given her a far more genderless appearance, but his backers were quick to point out that sex sold, and if he wanted their continued support, then making his metal woman look a bit prettier would go a long way. He was dissatisfied that as a scientist, he spent more time making a robotic shell looked attractive than actually improving on the programming.

The last straw came when his collegiate funding was cut off completely. By this point he’d been in direr and direr straights, eventually ending up in a basement laboratory in upstate New York, as close to his remaining backers as he could get. No one believed in his current project, a highly controversial and risky brain replication procedure. Essentially, he was able to duplicate a mind in a computer. The only catch he had discovered was that in order to fully study the exact framework of a human brain, it had to be destroyed piece by piece, and the information transmuted into binary code. This didn’t exactly go down well with his less than fond customers.

Which left him sat alone in his apartment, with Devlin, blonde haired and big titted, standing in wait for his next instruction. He’d tried to love her earlier in life, but as he’d put her together piece by piece, he couldn’t see her as anything more than a configuration of plastic and rubber. The only jewel he saw was her mind. A perfect receiver for a human’s brainwaves, were there anyone so daring as to give up the organic tenets of life, and transcend the physical. His original plan was to build a robot replica of himself, and one day send his brain into it to live forever. However times were tough, he had to do something to wow the world.

Devlin turned to him, her eyes shining and so human he could barely see the slight even vibration to them. She was his crowning achievement, and unfortunately she was going to have to give her life for his.

“I’m sorry old girl,” he sighed, standing and approaching her.

“I had a feeling it would come to this David,” she replied, patiently waiting for oblivion.

“Would you mind running the subroutine on the monitor once I’m plugged in?”

She nodded, sitting at the computer, and pressing a few buttons, within seconds the universe had opened in such an amazing sensation, and David Rodigen felt his mind slipping away down an infinite drain.

When he opened his eyes, he was no longer dialled into the machine, he was sat in Devlin’s place.

He was a woman.