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About the author:
Jeff Fuell was born in Dallas, TX and currently resides in Los Angeles, CA. He first began to feel the desire to write when he was a teenager and started writing short stories. He is also an actor and member of the Screen Actors Guild/America Federation of Television and Radio Artists (SAG-AFTRA) and has been busy throughout the years involved with numerous theatrical productions, commercials, print work, independent films and industrial films. Besides writing and drama, his interests also include music, fitness, and, of course, reading and collecting books. His books include The Perfect Woman, Across Time, Earth Angel, WAR – Horseman of the Apocalypse (Love Blooms Eternal), Beethoven’s Immortal, The Goatman, Transference, TITAN: From Earth’s Past A Hero Rises, IMMACULATE: The Second Coming of the Christ and The Empath, the Warrior & the Wind Rider. His writing spans genres such as science-fiction, time travel, adventure, romance, humor, theology, paranormal and young adult/coming of age. Two of his previously published works are the short story “Birds,” published in The Armchair Aesthete Issue 7, and the poem “A Dark Place,” published in the collection The Colors of Life.
What inspired you to write your book?
One morning I was watching an original episode of Star Trek and it triggered off the idea for this novel, although the novel as nothing in common with that particular episode of Star Trek. I suppose creating your perfect mate from scratch is a fantasy that everyone has had. I wanted to explore it.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Mr. Adams? Hello, I’m Dr. Farmer. Nice to meet you,” he said as he held out his hand.
“Nice to meet you,” he said as he took it. He noticed that the doctor had a very strong grip.
“Please, my office is this way,” the doctor said as he waved him ahead. “How’s the weather outside, today?”
“Nice. Not too hot.”
“I thought we were supposed to get some rain today. Maybe I read the rotation schedule wrong and it’s scheduled for next week.”
“I think it is next week,” he replied not really caring. He wanted to get down to business and find out how soon he could get started with his new life. That is, if all of this was real or if David had gone to really elaborate lengths this time for a joke. If it was a joke, it was the crown prince of them all. Also, if it was a joke, he would be very disappointed. Not really angry, but more disappointed than anything.
“Ah,” here we are,” the doctor said as they entered his office. “Please have a seat,” he said as he took his place behind his desk. The office was very nice with dark carpet and oak furniture. Very professional and doctor-like, old-fashioned. On the wall behind him were plaques of various designs from a variety of schools. To the side was an aquarium with an assortment of fish swimming in it.
If he really is able to pull this kind of thing off, he must be a genius, he thought.
“So, what brings you here today?”
“Well…” he started and then became flustered. He was not sure how to broach the subject. “I talked to David Fisk last week; he’s a friend of mine from way back.”
“Fisk… David Fisk. Oh, yes, I remember him now. He wanted the Pamela Anderson model with some special modifications. Quite a popular request. I’m assuming that you saw her?”
“Uh, yes, I did. I still can’t believe it. I thought he was kidding with me until he showed me her… uh… I’m sorry… her…”
“The energy conductor located in the forefinger of her right hand?”
“Yes, that’s it. I wasn’t sure what to call it.”
“All the models are self-sustaining with very little routine maintenance. A model, if past due for a check-up, can draw power from a common household socket to draw power until the mate has time to bring her in.”
“That’s what we call our clients who purchase one of our models. We try not to use such insulting terms as ‘owner’ and whatnot. We consider our models as real as they are. They may not have been born as a human being was, but they are born and given life just the same, you understand.”
“Um, of course.”
“So, how did you like her?”
“I thought she was beautiful. As beautiful as… well, as a real woman. She was a real woman as far as I could tell.”
“Very good. And Mr. Fisk is happy with his model?”
“I think that excited would be putting it mildly. He was the happiest that I have ever seen him.”
“Excellent! I always love to hear how happy one of our mates is. So, how can I help you today?”
“Well, I’m looking for… well, I guess I’m looking for the perfect woman,” he blurted, not really knowing how to say what he wanted.
“Please don’t be nervous, Mr. Adams. You are among friends here. I feel confident we can help you on your way and give you a new start in life with somebody special. I’m sure that Mr. Fisk explained about our office? Right now, we are a referral agency. Our business is through word of mouth and has been since we started about five years ago.”
“Yes, he mentioned that. I’m curious, doctor. How did you get the idea for such a… unique concept? If you don’t mind my asking.”