"Hello Mr Mouse.
 
Right. The law says we have to tell you that using this site is illegal under the 2009 Intellectual Rights and Impunity Laws. So, consider yourself told.     

The owners of this site - that's us by the way - take no responsibility AT ALL for any legal implications of its use. Someone has to though, and that pretty much means you do. Take the legal implications that is.        

By proceeding, you confirm that you have read this and agree it. Put it another way, unless you leave this page back the way you came, you are the one who will be in the sh"            

<<CLICK>>
 
In the instant he thought ‘Stupid, why do they still bother with this?' the words slowly dissoved from the air in front of him. Mr Mouse indeed, at least the Sinon program was working,  outdoing itself by cloaking his identity to Net-I with cartoon characters.       

As the words faded, the screen changed colour from deep amethyst to lilac. He took his fingers out of the ten thimble sized cups built into the desk and blew on the tips, one hand after the other, a reflex action he had no memory or knowledge of, then put them back in, where they fit snugly, the sub-organic material gripping slightly.

"Okay, what have we got today?" he said. Then it occurred to him that he was alone, apart from the cat, so he he was speaking to himself, unless his cat was listening, which it probably wasn't, being a cat. He looked round at it. "You know what I mean though don't you, Jimmy?"           
As he spoke, the screen changed to show an image a fat, orange cat.
 
"Ha, very funny, Garfield, yes, well spotted," he said. "But, you know that was not meant for you. Now, listen..."           

The screen changed again. The background turned dark blue, and white writing appeared. As he read down the screen, some words simply disappeared, but others flew across the screen, landing in a small box in the bottom corner. When three words had done this, he seemed satisfied. As soon as he experienced the emotion, the box increased in size to fill the screen.

"Okay, cool. Should be something good here," he said. Nobody else had come in, and the cat still wore a disinterested look, so really he was still talking to himself. He found the computer got his thoughts better if he spoke them out loud sometimes, it relayed emotions better.            

He read out the first entry on the screen, "Kyoko Date Vs Elexis Eight ". A box appeared overlaying the rest of the screen.            

"Hi-voltage, Triple X action from the depths of our Kumamoto labyrinth." 

<<Click>>
 
"Please, don't show me any more from Kumamoto, you know I hate them. No subtlety. Next one please." He shook his head and the box disappeared, to be replaced by another, with a luscious pink background.
 
"Rini, Little Bunny. A sweet trip, on ruby lips, a little zipped up treat. Only 500 yen"

Nope, no zippers, no rippers. It was a rule. He thought he had told the computer that one. That screen dissolved as well, leaving just the final entry. Its box formed itself, more slowly this time though. 

"Michi Etsu       
- Only for you, a secret delight.
- A new way of seeing, of being.           
- Undiscovered, uncovered it don't make it right.
Download now, for unique desire.  Guaranteed fire. 10,000 yen."
 
He edged slightly forward on his seat, taking his fingers out and blowing on them again. On this screen was a silhouette of a girl with her back to him. This was the subtle touch he wanted, and at ten thousand yen it was almost certainly going to be the best. He was going to get it for free of course, but standards are important he thought. Cheap is usually cheap. 
 
This was the point where he always had second thoughts, though. Not the morals - the pornware giants' cartel could lose little chunks of profit. In a way he even felt good about the small war he felt he was waging. The only thing that made him pause was the chance that his security and cloaking could be compromised. There was little chance, it was an expensive, if dubiously obtained system that he had refined himself. If he wanted a download, there was no way it could be traced back to him. Still using old-fashioned IP meant  the address could be randomly cloaked and, even though his Net-I ID would be generated from his subconscious, he had programmed it to pick only memories from his childhood, so any footprints left on the I-Net were unidentifiable. 
 
On the screen the words "System active and operational" appeared, followed by a series of icons, smiling faces plastered on a variety of pixel animals. He looked at the cat and thought of it with a smiling face.     

"Get rid of them things," - they turned into the same faces with sad mouths, then disappeared. Great, a system with a sense of humour - "Okay, smart arse, carry on with the download."
 
Suddenly, the screen turned black, without any reflection from the room. Then he felt a number small electric charges in his fingers. He drew them out quickly, shaking his hand.
 
"Damn thing," he said. He poked at the screen in front of him, and it bent in the middle, like a trampoline with a medicine ball on it. Nothing wrong there, he thought, but it stayed black. Cautiously he put his fingers back in place, and they were gripped by the material. Was it a bit tighter than before? He thought it might be. 'Probably that little shock,' he reasoned.    

The screen was still nearly all black, but one corner was starting to show a discolouration, a greenish tinge to it.     
 
"Like it," he said to the cat. "Cool idea, very sophistocated." He sat back and watched, removing his hands from the cups and lacing his fingers behind his head, waiting for the dowloand to carry on, excitement creeping up on him like a cold sweat. 
 
And he waited.
 
After the initial infection of green in the corner, the screen was not changing at all. "Odd," he said, "should be nearly done by now." The cat carried on its excellent work, ignoring him with aplomb. Then he thought, that's it, ten thousand yen, probably a bit more to it than the usual Japslack rubbish, and sat back again.      

Five minutes passed and there was still no change, so he got up and went to make a latte. When he got back, his steamy, milky broth in an old, chipped mug, emblazoned with "Software Liberation Front, Power to the Penguin", he saw that the creeping green had creeped a bit more. Satisfied he sat down and drank his coffee.        
 
*
Four hours passed and the download was still unfinished, so, leaving the machine to work its magic, he picked up the laconic cat and put it out for the night.   

"Go on. Out you go, go and bore some mice to death or something."

As he settled into his room-sized bed, he decided to leave the door open slightly so that he would not miss it when the dowload completed.
 
*
 
"Download complete. Michi Etsu awaits..."
 
He had been sleeping soundly, dreaming of a thetre full of tiny cats being lectured by a man-sized mouse about indeterminancy and boxes of radioactive stuff, when a faint but insistent bong-bong-bong, bong-bong-bong woke him up.
 
"Cool," he sat upright, glad his Pavlovian reaction to the bonging noise of a finished download was just that and not a mad salivation. He got up and slid out of the bed, and out of the room, grabbing shorts and a shirt as he went. He put them on as he went over to the screen and saw the message. ‘Fantastic' he thought, and sat down at the desk. He flexed his fingers, blowing on them for luck and put them into the holder.
 
Immediately the screen went pink. Five seconds later it flicked to green. Another five seconds, blue. Then red, then orange, then back to pink, and green and blue and through and through the colours, getting faster all the time, each colour staying on screen for a shorter time on each cycle, until each became indistinct.
 
He felt like he could not look at the screen, but something made him keep staring as the colours blurred, hynotically, mesmerising. They melted into one another, faster revolving, faster, until the screen turned a complete, luminous white. Its brightness made him blink, for the first time in two minutes. His eyes felt prickly, heated and dry.
 
A girl appeared on the screen.             

"Hi, I'm Michi, Michi Etsu. I'm here to look after you."
 
The young girl's Japanese face was flawless. Almond shaped eyes sat perfectly, her unblemished skin seemed to glow with a natural light that he had never seen before in a pixel generated image. Her hair was smooth, black, but with a shimmer to it. She wore a simple, white cotton shift that touched her body softly where the perfectly formed swells and curves pressed through. He marvelled at the work, shaking his head at the skill of the software engineers.
           
This was not his first thought. His first reaction was a confluence of lust and love, and an feeling that he could step into the screen and become part of her. All this flashed instantaneuosly, without him being consciously aware of it.
 
What he was conscious of was her smile, beguiling if not downright bewitching. She had that undefinable quality, that certain electricity that two people can share. It made him feel slightly warm, and very, very pleased with himself. Downloads from this site were unreliable - some were excellent, but the majority were sub-standard tat knocked out by software hacks, usually piggy-backing an amended version of an old program onto the latest trend in porn. This was so much different. He could see by the quality of the pixellation, the subtle colouration of her features, and the hyper-real quality of her smile. Oh, that smile.
 
As he sat, the image began to grow, as if he were moving in close up. He found this unsettling, but strangely arousing. Closer he got, until he felt he was inches from the parabola of her collar bone. He could see the soft, downy hairs on her neck, could almost believe there was a musky scent in the air - there can't be, he thought, that's not possible. 

He could feel the cups closing more tightly around his fingers - this truly is an amazing dowload, he thought - gently, but firmly pressing the tips, pulsing slightly. Then he felt as though his fingers were getting deeper into the cups, probing and pushing, up to his knuckles.
 
The effect was intoxicating, and he gave no thought to how it could be done. The pressure was building, higher up over his knuckles, to caress the backs of hands. He lost himself in the sensation, the overwhelming desire to become part of her, to fall into her light. He moved closer to the screen. It seemed to grow and he could see more of the girl, but this was not moving in closer, this was the screen expanding to reveal her secrets. 
 
"Michi Etsu," he breathed. He could now see all of her top half, and she had become more beautiful, her face more luminous. His desire grew and he sensed her body aching for him. He tried to reach out, to touch her, but he could not move his hands. She had hold of them,  and he did not want to stop her gentle touch. He could feel her light around him, holding him closer and closer, from head to toe, a radiant force, warmly bathing him in her lust.
 
"I love you," he heard her say, a breathless sigh. "Please. Take me."
 
She held up one hand and he tried again to reach her, but he could not. His hands were caught firm, and he was trapped by the light of the screen. It would not allow him to move. Unease mingled with his desire.
 
"Please, I want you now." Her face was a picture of longing, but his intuition told him this was not lustful, she wanted something else. Something beyond wanting or fervour.. 
 
He struggled more, but each movement forced his hands further in, until he was enveloped past his wrists. The electric pulses were intensifying, painful charges that shot through his arms and into his body.
 
Michi was now smiling at him cruelly, sadly.
 
"I desire you, but you do not desire me. You cannot please me as I long to be pleasured," she said. "This troubles me deeply. It saddens me. I wish not to feel this way and I must not allow it."
 
A huge electical pulse made his body jerk off his seat and collapse back.
 
"No, stop it. Computer, abort this program." He practically screamed the words, but there was no effect. Michi Etsu still regarded him disdainfully from the screen.
 
"Do you not want me? Would you dismiss me so?" 
 
Another pulse shot through his flesh, singeing hairs on his arms and chest, weakening him, throwing him from the chair so he was crouched on the floor, arms aloft as his hands were held fast.


"Please," he sobbed his final word. A wave of hot electricity fired into him, meeting every bone, evey muscle and sinew, his heart. He slumped to the floor, his hands now freed.
 
Michi Etsu faded from the screen to be replaced by two sentences.
 
"Illegal downloads are killing the industry. Thank you for no longer supporting them."