Category: L’amour fou de l’automate

Marie lets out a heavy sigh as she gazes through the sterile glass. “Hah… nothing again this time,” she murmurs to herself. Before her, lying motionless on a bed inside the sterile chamber, is a homunculus, her creation, her responsibility, her failure to animate. It shows absolutely no sign of life, no reaction to whatever stimuli she has attempted. The frustration of her stagnant research weighs heavily on her shoulders.

Enter Leon, her sponsor, approaching with that ever-energetic voice that seems oblivious to scientific setbacks. “Don’t worry,” he assures her cheerfully, patting her shoulder. “We’ve got time. This is just the beginning.”

But Leon’s optimism about the homunculus is not the only thing on his mind. And Marie, it seems, is equally distracted. As they stand before the observation window, paying no mind to proper procedure, Marie’s attention drifts from the failure in the chamber to something else entirely. She begins to caress his sword.

Marie is a married woman, a dedicated researcher, but stress has a way of clouding judgment. The connection between her and Leon has become something beyond professional, a “mistake” repeated so many times it hardly feels like a mistake anymore.

With her curves swaying and her plump rear pressing urgently against him, passion takes over.. Behind her, inside the sterile chamber, the homunculus that has lain like a doll for so long slowly opens its eyes, watching. But Marie is far too consumed to notice.