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The cold rain falling from the washed out autumn sky inundated the ground and turned the earth into a soft spongy surface. The churning mud regurgitated the body left in a shallow grave between the trees just yards from a paved gravel trail.

Her fingers curling out from beneath the liquid soil was the first thing the woman walking her dog noticed. She reported the corpse to the police who quickly descended on the scene. When the layers of decaying organic matter were shoveled out, a female body was found in the shallow pit.

Frayed wiring sprung from her broken joints; her perfectly apportioned limbs were twisted and smashed, she was covered with jagged lacerations. There wasn't a drop of blood and her synthetic flesh hadn't been touched by any of the scavengers living in the dirt that feast on decay. The detectives and medical personnel dispatched to the scene pulled open the gaping wounds and found a polymer skeleton covered in a silicone molded to resemble a slender Asian female. Her lips and cheeks had been torn away revealing a mouth with no teeth. The cadaver was a dismembered sex bot.

This was the second mutilated cybernetic sex companion found mutilated in the town in less than four months. The last one, a redhead was found with similar damage done to the face and the same gashes along the legs and torso. The victim, one Mr. Barkley lived just three blocks away. It became immediately apparent to the police that they were dealing with a serial offender. The culprit was no criminal mastermind. It took the police less than a week to discover his identity. Even for a 16-year-old boy, Garret was awkward. He was thin with long, lanky limbs and acne scarred forehead. He was quiet and didn't have more than two or three friends. The only thing people seemed to notice about him was the excessive amount of fidgeting. It always seemed like the boy wanted to jump out of his own skin.

No matter how many holes they poked in his story the petulant adolescent never seemed moved. Even when he was caught lying he refused to fess up to it no matter how glaringly obvious. Only by the advice of his family's attorney did Garret finally confess.

He was now sitting at a table recapping his violent sexual escapades to a criminal psychologist. At first, Garret was evasive and the details he gave were vague but after getting into the specifics his defensive and embarrassed demeanor faded away and the cold sadist inside came to the surface. By the end, Garret was having trouble concealing his excitement over cutting open the living doll.  The doctor knew what Garret was and he did his best not to show any reaction to what the suspect told him. It was his task to ascertain whether or not these incidents were indicative of a budding predator who would eventually become more inclined to prey on flesh and blood humans.

“After I uh...you know....”Garret stammered.

“Ejaculated?” The doctor interjected.

Garret looked down and nodded. “Yeah, I don't know after I just started hitting it. I knew I couldn't do much to it with my firsts and that's why I had the knives and bat with me.”

“Did you have the knife and bat with you when you stole her?” Asked the psychiatrist.

“Yeah,” Said Garret.

“So you always intended to use them?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” replied Garret “but what I did was just in the heat of the moment.”

“But you did the same thing the second time,” The psychiatrist reminded him.

“Yeah, the second time I already sorta knew what I wanted to do. The first time I....it was, I couldn't think about anything I was doing,” Garret Lamented.

“Did you ejaculate while stabbing the robot?” The psychologist asked flatly.

Before Garret could reply. The door swung open, and an attorney accompanied by two detectives came into the room.

“Alright, we're done here.” Said the lawyer. “Garret get your stuff let's go.”

The teary-eyed boy looked at the police who silently nodded. “Ok,” Garret sniffled.

“Don't worry Garret you're going home,” The lawyer assured him.

“What happened?” The psychiatrist asked the visibly irritated detectives.

“Cut a deal with the DA,” Groaned the tired investigator.

“They're dropping the B and E charges and just pressing lewd conduct.” His partner said with apparent regret.

The three of them collectively sighed. “So what do you think? Will he move on to the real thing?”

The psychiatrist took a deep breath. “Whose to say?” He shrugged. "Does it really matter at this point? We'll just have to wait to find out."

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