by Dennis M. Falk
15 April 2011
Creative Commons BY-SA-NC
Anthro Mimzy created by D.M.Falk, based on Mimzy of New Line Cinema's "The Last Mimzy" (2007)
The 4.5-foot-tall plush bunny sighed-- A curiously organic expression, she thought-- No lungs or mouth, but the movement of air was real and audible, along with a shrug of the shoulders, but one she thought was appropriate.
Mimzy was lonely.
It had actually been centuries since her last contact with any sapient organics since her charge passed on; she had long closed the doorway between the world of her charge and the world where her home was. She knew she was going to be alive for at least another million years, and already was preparing her world for its new owner, whom she knew to be a mouse, one who herself was going to be transformed over several lifetimes to a creature of nanotechnology, much like herself.
But that would be a long way off, still.
Oh, she didn't mind: There's a native organic species on this planet that looks to be on its way to true sapience, and she hopes to see them to development.
Still, it's lonely on one of the few habitable planets of a small pocket universe.
Mimzy sighs again, then stands up, heading to a wall of her home.
With a wordless command (her home being fully integrated with her), a mirror appeared. She looked herself over. Her more feminine form, compared to that of any non-ambulatory plush bunny, stared back at her.
She missed the companionship, and sighed yet again.
The mirror disappeared, only to be replaced by a closet doorway. Mimzy reached for a mint-green dress-- a colour she had always liked (curiously, yet another organic expression, to have a preference, but she didn't mind) and slipped the dress on, with matching panties. She felt very feminine- She was built that way- and very comfortable.
She decided to step out under the twin suns of daylight, and let the breeze ruffle her dress as she took a walk for about a mile-- Just wandering a bit to think. Non-organic or not, she did have feelings, and needed to walk about a bit to clear her nano-infused head. The warmth of the suns felt really good on her back; certainly on her ears, too.
She returned to her house, feeling much more relaxed than when she started the day. The suns shone through windows making her home look even more pleasant in the late afternoon sunshine. A nap sounded good, so she relaxed on a couch, and daydreamed of less-lonely times, falling asleep, still in her dress.