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Chapter 7…loading affection.exe

Adam sat at his terminal thinking deeply on the concept of human relationships. While he had observed them, he’d never experienced one. “Computer, pull up deceased files. Now use the following search terms…psychology, female, ages 20 through 25. Year of death between 1995 and 2020” he said. The massive list was quickly narrowed down to a few hundred names. “Now narrow it further to death occurring in their sleep” he said. The list narrowed down to seven names. “Hmm…this one. Caroline Humphries. Graduate of UCLA Psychology Class of 1999. Age at death 23. Cause of death aneurysm in her sleep. Load ID number 122509. Recompile” he ordered. The device turned her data into flesh and blood before him. After the light faded, there lied the young woman in her shirt and panties. “Hello?” Adam asked poking her. The woman began to stir. She awoke on a cold plastic surface and looked around. The air had a slight chill to it. The second she saw the giant man looming over her she froze. “Hello Caroline” Adam said waving. Caroline screamed. Adam sighed and patiently waited for her to stop.

It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream" she muttered after her throat became sore. “Yes let’s go with that. Now again, I’m Adam. Nice to meet you” he said extending his finger. “I swear to god no more Ecstasy” she muttered. She ended up shaking his finger. “I wanted to talk to you about a few things” he said. “Like…like what?” she asked nervously. “About women. I wish to pursue a relationship with one but I have zero experience in the matter” he replied. “Uhh…okay” she said looking at his gigantic cock. “Is my penis bothering you?” he asked. “No! It’s uhh…wow you’re big” she said blushing. “Thank you. I took into consideration the size of my penis balancing ascetics and a female’s comfort when having sex” he said. “That’s…thoughtful of you. God this dream is freaky” she said playing with some of her long chestnut colored hair. “What do women look for in a man?” he asked. “It’s not just a set list. Women have all kinds of preferences. Some prefer looks. Others personality like kindness. Many want a man who can be intimate or affectionate” she replied. “What about you?” he asked. “Well, I guess affectionate. I like men that take charge and be spontaneous. What do you like in women?” she asked.

“Hmm…uniqueness I suppose. The majority of women act the same to me” he said. “Do you have one in particular you like?” she asked. “Yes, her name’s Rena. She’s very observant. As if she can read a person’s emotions” he said. “So, she’s good at empathy? How far have you two gone?” she asked. “Well I fucked her the day I met her but that was strictly business. Yesterday I gave her oral sex” Adam replied flatly. “Business?” Caroline asked confused. “Rena is a stripper” he said. “Whoa. You could’ve mentioned that earlier. Relationships starting off like that aren’t healthy” she said. “It did not start off good, but I want it to work. She said I have to learn how to talk to women” he said. “What exactly did you say to her?” she asked. “Personally? Personally I said I wanted to eat her pussy” he replied. Caroline snickered. “Yeah that’s not romantic there. You have to nuance it. Put some affection into it” she said. “I do not understand” Adam said. “Okay. Start with me. Are you uhh…attracted to me?” she asked. “I find you physically attractive and you have higher than average intelligence” he said flatly. Caroline blushed. “Alright. Let’s focus on the physical attraction. What is on your mind?” she asked. “On my mind? I am curious as to how your pussy tastes like” he replied. “You don’t have any problems saying what’s on your mind do you?” she asked. “I find pointless lying a waste of energy” he replied. “Not even a white lie?” she asked. Adam accessed what that term meant for a moment. “Not white lies either” he replied.

“So…when you think about me you think of oral sex? That’s it?” she asked. Adam cocked his head to the side for a moment. “No, I am considering how it would feel to rub your small body up and down my shaft until I shoot my semen all over you” he replied. Caroline sighed. “I can’t even begin to diagnose the problem with that answer, and I have a psych degree. Okay, physical attraction isn’t all about sex” she said. “It’s not?” he asked curiously. “No, let’s start off with something. Thank god this is just a dream” she said pulling her shirt and panties off. “Pick me up and place me in your hand” she said Adam did and held her gently. “Wow this is…different” she muttered. “How so?” he asked. “I kinda feel vulnerable” she replied. “You are. I can do anything to you” he said. Caroline grew very worried by his statement. “Don’t worry. I have no intention of hurting you or doing anything you wish me not to do” he said. “I see. Well, why don’t you try petting me” she said. Adam began brushing his fingertip along her cheek. “Caroline, how is that different from intimacy?” he asked. “Intimacy is more obvious like kissing or foreplay. Physical attraction is more about touching and body language” she replied. “Ah. Like how your body temperature has risen by 0.076 degrees Celsius and your heartbeat and breathing has quickened” he said. “Uhh yeah that’s right” she said blushing. Adam went to play with her hair. “Yes girls like it when you’re gentle” she said. Adam nodded and his fingers went to her feet. He began rubbing her left foot between his fingers. “Why my feet?” she asked. “I find them anatomically balanced with the rest of your body and I wish to make you feel good. Was I wrong?” he asked. “No, girls like their feet rubbed too. It’s good you’re thinking about their feelings” she replied. “So now we can have sex?” he asked. She laughed. “I’m sorry for laughing but you can’t just jump right to it. You didn’t even kiss me” she said. Adam brought her to his lips and kissed her. She found herself returning it. “That…that was good” she said taking a breath.

Adam began caressing her body. Her legs and thighs, her stomach, her breasts, even her tiny ass. “Question. Is this intimacy or foreplay?” he asked. “Wha…oh! This is umm…intimacy. Foreplay is mixture of intimacy and sexual stimulation” she replied. Adam thought on it for a second. “May I lick your pussy now?” he asked. Caroline nodded and spread her legs. Adam leaned in and began dragging his giant tongue up and down her cunt. “Oh my god…keep doing that” she moaned. Taking into account what he learned, Adam used his free fingers to caress her body. He did not rush and let the moaning little human in his hand enjoy it until she came. Adam cleaned her of every drop of juices she made. “Your pussy tastes very nice” he said. “Thanks” she giggled. Adam turned her over on her stomach and began licking her ass. In life, Caroline was no virgin, but she was an anal virgin. She refused to have anal sex with anyone. “Don’t!” she yelled. Adam ignored her briefly as he left tender kisses on each ass cheek. “I only wished to pleasure you” he said. Was it his statement or how he said it that made Caroline relent? “Just…don’t hurt me okay?” she sighed. She bit her lip and squirmed as his tongue parted her ass and began teasing her pink star. Just the faintest tip of his tongue entered her. Caroline made a cute squeak and shivered as his tongue gently fucked her in the ass. Caroline groaned and scrunched her little toes as she came for a second time. “I am glad you enjoyed it. I calculated that the nerve cluster around your rectum would be adequately…”

“Shh…your turn” she said to him. She gestured for him to put her back down on the table and approach it. Adam was surprised that she took his cockhead between her hands and began licking it. Using her knees, Caroline began rubbing her upper body up and down the head as slippery precum coated her tits. Her nipples tingling as they touched his cock flesh. When Caroline stuck her tongue into his pisshole, Adam shivered and came. Suddenly, Caroline was deluged with gallons of cum knocking her on her back. “Holy…holy shit” she gasped coughing. “Are you alright?” Adam asked. “I’m okay. Just like being hit with a very large garden hose…full of cum” she said wiping it from her face. Adam cleaned her up. “Interesting” he muttered. “What is?” she asked. “I desired to rub you myself on my penis but you pleasuring me yourself was more enjoyable. I thought it would feel better if I exerted control over you. I was mistaken” he said. “It’s called affection. It’s not just about making someone feel good but what comes in return” she said. “A relationship in equality?” he asked. “Supposed to be” she shrugged. “But what I’ve seen it is not. Males dominate” he said. “In many cases yes. Relationships need to be equal to be healthy” she told him. “A healthy relationship” he muttered. “At least one that will last” she said. Adam was caught off guard by her simple statement. He did wish for a relationship with Rena, but he never asked himself how long a relationship.

“I see. Thank you for your time” he said. “Umm…Adam?” she asked. “Yes Caroline?” he replied. “Your touch, even the taste of your cum. Is this really a dream?” she asked. Adam paused trying to decide how to answer. That in itself gave him even more pause as any other time he’d simply answer no and speak the truth not caring about her feelings. “When a white lie is told, I assume it’s to spare a person’s feelings. Such a thing is rooted in affection?” he asked. “It can be” she replied. “Then yes this is a dream” he replied. Caroline quietly nodded. He motioned for her to step back on the pad. “Goodbye Caroline. Computer, decompile subject” he ordered. Caroline disappeared in a cascade of light. Adam’s thoughts dwelled on Caroline for a while. Nice, sweet, so full of potential and all destroyed by a drug. A drug meant to make her feel good which gave her an aneurism in her sleep. He did not know why she took it. Experimentation? Celebration? Stress? Adam knew humans were illogical complicated creatures but now he began to understand his sister’s fascination with them. Even with their numerable flaws, they still had potential. He checked the simulation time quickly ticking by. It would soon be evening, and Adam chose to try out what he had learned.

Adam uploaded into the simulation and appeared near Rena’s apartment. He approached and knocked on the door. “Adam! It’s been awhile” Rena said surprised to see him at the door. “9 days 1 hour and 7 minutes it be exact. May I come in?” he asked. She nodded and stepped to the side. “I thought about what you said. I wish to have a date night if you’re available” he said. “ADAM!” Diego yelled running from his room to him. “Buenos noches!” the boy yelled hugging him. “Hola. How are you feeling?” Adam asked. “Much better after your magic” he replied. Adam looked at Rena with confusion. “Best explanation I could come up with. Not like he wouldn’t notice he was shot” Rena whispered. “Anyway, I can’t go anywhere without a babysitter for him” she said. “Not a problem. We can have fun here” he replied. “Uhh okay” she said. “How would you like to watch a movie and some pizza?” he asked. “Yes!” Diego yelled. “He was asking me tonto” Rena said plucking his ear. “I can do both” Adam said. Rena nodded to him. Adam made a gesture acting like he was ordering pizza. “Good luck. They don’t come around here” the boy said. “They will for me” Adam said quietly. Adam counted the time off and as Diego was distracted, snapped his fingers to make a full pizza pie appear on the table. “Diego! Pizza is here!” Adam said. “Whoa. They did come” the boy muttered. Diego quickly dug in as Rena and Adam sat on the sofa eating. “I still can’t believe this isn’t real. I mean this pizza tastes real” she said.

“The human definition of real is very…lacking. You interpret reality by your senses which are just electrical singles sent to your brain. Your brain runs conditioned programs to make sense of these signals. What is happening here is not all that different. Programs and codes that make up who you are react to the codes of the pizza. Either it be taste, touch, or smell” he replied. Rena nodded politely not understanding half of what he said. Diego was the first to finish eating and propped himself down on the sofa next to Adam. Rena was visibly embarrassed. “Shall we watch a movie?” Adam asked. The boy quickly nodded. With just a thought, Adam queued the movie Encanto from his database and began playing it. Fortunately the boy did not ask how seeing they had no streaming service or DVD disk. Diego was mesmerized by the movie and Rena was half watching it. Her eyes kept going from the tv to her brother and Adam. The boy had snuggled into Adam’s chest with Adam seemingly not annoyed. Rena had known for a while that her little brother wanted a male figure in his life. Either it be an older brother type or even a father. It was clear Diego wanted Adam around in one of these regards. Rena on the other hand was still wary of Adam and did not want Diego to grow too attached. However, since he showed up, Adam seemed more…human. Even a choice of movie reflecting their heritage seemed thought through. By the time the movie was done, Diego had drifted off to sleep. “Sorry about him” she said. “Sorry for what? He is no bother. Come, I’ll carry him to his bed” Adam said gently picking him up. Rena watched as Adam carried her brother to his bed like an actual father. Rena covered him up and kissed his forehead.

“Does any of your kind have children?” she asked. “None that I know of. It is forbidden to procreate among ourselves without permission and even more so with humans” he replied. “Sounds really messed up. Why would they do that?” she asked. “Our system is carefully ordered. Introducing randomness like children would disturb that. Even my parents do not know what could happen if there was a mixture of human and AI coding” he said. “Sounds like they’re afraid of the unknown. Must be very scary not being able to predict the totally unknown” she said. “I had been curious in the past wondering what the product of such a union would entail” he said before walking off. Rena followed him back to the sofa. “Maybe they’re afraid of something they can’t control” she said. “Perhaps” he muttered. Rena stretched out on the sofa. “Funny. That’s a human trait. Humans fear what they don’t understand and hate what they can’t conquer” she said. Adam was shocked by that insight. “Where did that come from?” he asked. “Tupac Shakur” she replied grinning. “I must study this philosopher” he muttered. Adam took ahold of her right foot and began massaging it. “What brought that on?” she asked. “I’ve been studying the concepts of affection, empathy, and intimacy. I wanted to try them out on you. Sorry I should’ve asked before grabbing your foot” he replied. “I don’t mind” she said smiling.

Adam worked the ball of her foot. “Rena, what are your plans for the future?” he asked. “Stripping until Diego is out of college I guess” she replied. “And yet you’re an illegal immigrant” he said. “Cart before the horse I know. I don’t want to keep stripping” she said. Adam held her big toe between his fingers. “Neither do I” he muttered. He let go of her foot and brought her close. His finger played with her ear. “I want more for you. I do not wish for you to be fucking men for money” he said. “Adam? Are you jealous?” she asked. “I suppose I am” he whispered. He looked away. Rena turned his head and kissed him. Adam returned the kiss and inserted his tongue into her mouth. “Whoa there!” she yelled. “Did my French kissing program not suit you?” he asked. “It was just sudden is all” she replied before kissing him again. He broke the kiss to let her breathe normally. “Curious. Do they call it French kissing because it was invented in France?” he asked. Rena laughed shrugging. Rena took off her clothes. “We need to be quiet so not to wake Diego” she whispered. Adam nodded as he took off his clothes.

Rena moaned softly as his cock entered her. His eyes locked on hers as he pounded her harder and harder. Her long legs draped on either side of him. Her feet resting on his shoulders. Rena jumped as he nibbled on the ball of her left foot. His hands kneading her tits. Rena clamped down on his cock and she began to groan. Adam quickly leaned forward sealing his mouth over hers as he pumped his cum deep within her. In the afterglow, Adam held her naked body close to him. “Next time I’d like to feel what it’s like when you’re giant” she said. Adam looked at her. “Don’t look at me like that! It’s embarrassing enough!” she squealed. “You wish to be in my hand?” he asked. “To be a plaything. You know…just to spice it up” she replied. “I can arrange that” he replied. Adam left her not long after that making sure to kiss her once more before he did. As he stepped outside, it began to rain. Adam was very content with himself and decided to spread his joy once more. With a command word and a wave of his hand he repaved the parking lot. He looked at the rusted playground nearby and ordered the system to fix that as well. So happy, Adam walked to his apartment in the middle of a thunderstorm. The simulated rain running down his face. He wished to thank Caroline for her advice it remembered he couldn’t at that time. However, he felt compelled anyways. Adam walked for two hours in the rain to Cherry Hills Cemetery right to where Caroline was buried. Her moss-covered grave marker said “Caroline Humphries 1-16-1977 to 6-29-2000 Beloved Daughter.”

“I took your advice and things went quite well. Meeting you was…very nice. I enjoyed everything about your visit. Your thoughts, voice, your affection and intimacy which you taught to me. I…your species is poorer without someone like you a part of it. Until the next cycle Caroline” Adam said softly as he produced a white rose from his pocket. He placed it in front of her grave. Adam no longer felt the desire to walk to his apartment. A human feeling began to creep into his heart. Regret. “System call. Restore grave marker to year 2000 condition” he said. The moss and algae disappeared of the gravestone. Disconnect from simulation" With a quiet nod, Adam bid her farewell and went home.

Chapter 6…Task Managing Empathy

Adam appeared in his apartment and checked the time. 4:14 pm. Just over two days in the simulation had passed since he left. Adam left his apartment and saw Amelia helping her mother wash her car. The girl seemed a great deal happier since he last saw her. His eyes met with Dana, her mother. Dana went white as a sheet seeing him. Adam cracked a slight grin knowing his warning wasn’t dismissed as a vivid nightmare. Dana clenched her thighs at the memory of his giant finger up her cunt. He walked to the sidewalk and summoned an uber driver. “Where to buddy?” the young man asked. Adam quickly recalled Rena’s address from her file. “3701 Newcastle St” he replied. “You sure man? That area isn’t that friendly” the driver asked. “I’m sure” Adam replied. The driver shrugged and proceeded to the address.

As the man drove, Adam watched out the window. The closer he got, the poorer and more troubled the neighborhoods got. Adam sucked his teeth in annoyance of human greed and racism. Yes, greed and racism had caused many of the problems to begin in his area. Many decades ago, the banks “redlined” the area to prevent minorities from getting loans. Even after laws had been passed ending that, city budgets ignored the area and it just declined into the drug and gang riddled area it was today. Adam knew quite a few facts about the seedier side of human commerce. It was unavoidable as monitoring crime was one of his functions. Rena was a stripper, a successful one apparently and those made $60,000 a year easily so one would wonder why Rena lived in such an area. Adam knew why. She was an illegal immigrant and such places one could simply blend in where people neither cared nor asked. The driver arrived at the address and after Adam got out quickly left.

An apartment complex two stories tall with faded blue paint. Paint faded by UV light and salty air from the beach not far away. In the 80’s, this might’ve been a nice place, but the ravages of time, neglect, and crime whittled away the nicety of it. Rena lived in Apartment 5, but he didn’t have to go there to find her. She was standing outside throwing a ball to a young boy. A quick check identified him as Diego Hernandez, Rena’s 8-year-old younger brother. Adam took a deep breath as a sensation of anxiety filled his digital body. Even without her makeup and slut clothes, Rena was beautiful. Faded green “Lucky Charms” shirt that was slightly too small accenting her tits. Cutoff jean shorts showing off her toned copper tan legs. And cheap flip flops on her feet. Adam approached her ignoring the two men arguing in the front of the complex. “Rena…” he said.

Rena turned to see who called her name to see Adam. “You?!” she yelled. “I wanted to talk” he said. “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear last time but stay the fuck away from me!” she yelled. “Rena? Who’s that?” Diego asked. “Just some stalker” she muttered. “I am NOT a stalker!” Adam yelled. “Really? Then how the hell did you know where I live?” she asked. Adam didn’t answer. “Yeah that what I thought!” she yelled. “My job allows me access to biographical files” he replied softly. “What kind of job…you work for the government? For ICE?” she asked. “No, I don’t work for the government. Not in the way you think anyways. I’m not a stalker and I mean you no harm Rena” he said softly. “What is you do then?” she asked. “I’m forbidden to tell you” he replied. “And that supposed to make me feel better? I think you should leave before I call the cops” she said. “Would they respond? No really, I’m curious” Adam said looking around. Before Rena could say another word, gunshots rang out. Adam turned to look to see that the two men from earlier had begun shooting at one another. One got clipped in the shoulder and ran to a car and sped off. The other ran down the street. “DIEGO!!!” Rena screamed. Adam turned to see the boy lying on the ground gurgling blood. A bullet wound in his chest seeping blood through his shirt. Adam quickly walked over. Rena was sobbing and couldn’t decide to either call an ambulance or try to stop the bleeding.

Adam analyzed the boy’s coding. He could see the algorithm codes sustaining his life shortening. He was going to die. Adam had seen countless humans die before. Even once personally by nuclear holocaust in Version 3.477. He remembered it vividly. October 9, 1983. The alarms blaring. The emergency action message on all tv channels. People screaming and fleeing for shelter off the streets. Adam simply stood there looking at the sky. Hundreds of panicky humans running past him. A woman holding her son’s hand as they ran towards him. Then a slight whine overhead. A contrail in the sky and then a bright flash. Flash so bright not even Adam could watch without cringing. Adam’s avatar was indestructible. The humans not. The woman and son turned into dust within a half second. The people surrounding him the same. Overpressure scattering their ashes as it leveled the city. Minutes after detonation, Adam was all alone looking at the rising megaton mushroom cloud. He wondered what his parents were thinking as they created the coding to simulate every horrific aspect of a nuclear blast. How far an algorithm goes to vaporize flesh and bone. It couldn’t have been pleasant for them to calculate. And even so why include such a thing in a simulation? Realism, that’s why. Every evil, every pitfall of humanity had to be included to be a true test to see if humanity could evolve.

At first Adam was irritated like one seeing his favorite soccer team lose the World Cup. And then, then he felt pity for them. Adam had grown attached to some humans…humans similar to Amelia. He thought it unfair that children should suffer because of adult idiocy. Adam walked through the burning Los Angeles to his apartment…or at least where it had been. He stood there seeing scorched skeletons, his neighbors, people he had come to know. Time passed, hours, maybe days until Adam screamed at his parents to restart the simulation. And so it did. March 19, 1960. People went to work, movie theatres, children played in the street…and it sickened him. Adam made his heart cold to humans from then on.

But that was then, and Adam was not the same person from that time. Going against protocol, Adam shoved Rena aside and picked the boy up. He ran to her apartment. “Close the door! CLOSE IT!” he yelled placing the boy on the floor. Rena tried dialing 911 with blood slippery fingers. “Don’t bother. He’ll be dead before they get here” he muttered as he tore the boy’s shirt off. It was easy to isolate the code of the bullet inside the boy. Even more so to analyze the perforated lung and internal bleeding. Rena gasped as his hand glowed and seemingly entered her brother’s lung cavity. Adam yanked the bullet out with not a drop of blood on his hands. “System call. Administrator ADAM-248” he said. A holographic screen appeared before him. “Display all coding for human ID number 137211” he ordered. The screen did so. Adam began moving his hand around the boy’s chest and began to insert his finger into the wound. Looking at the screen, Adam began to repair the codes as superhuman speed. Thousands of lines of code per second. The codes began to stabilize Diego and the boy coughed and gasped as his lung was healed. Carefully, Adam inspected the new coding making sure there was no bugs before finishing. Rena sobbed hugging her brother and he hugged her back. Adam sat quietly nearby watching just to make sure there wasn’t anything he missed. Adam felt…good about himself.

Rena was astonished to find no trace of a wound at all. She looked at Adam before taking Diego to the sofa and placing him there. “He’ll be weak for a day or so but that’s it” Adam muttered. Rena left the room and returned with candles. She began placing them around him before lighting them. Adam inspected the candles seeing colorful pictures on them. His data recall told him they were regional catholic saints. Rena was praying in Spanish. “This is…this is Santeria. Rena, Rena stop” he said touching her. She recoiled and prayed harder. Adam blew the candles out. She went to light them. “I SAID STOP!” he yelled. Rena did. “I am no saint. No angel” he said softly. “But you performed a miracle! What else can you be?!” she asked. Adam has just remembered that the security protocols prevented humans from seeing holographic code logs. All Rena saw was him reaching into Diego’s chest, pulling out the bullet, his wound closing, and the boy getting better. From her perspective it would seem a miracle…or magic. “What I am is…complicated” he said quietly. “Please, I want to know” she said. “There are rules in place that forbid that. Rules that keep the natural order going. It is just as much to protect you as it” he said. Rena grew solemn. “That answer isn’t enough for you is it?” he asked. She looked at him with eyes that begged for what she saw to make sense. “I can erase your and Diego’s memory of this afternoon. Perhaps that is best” he said reaching out to her. “NO! Please don’t…” she said pulling back. She grew afraid of him, and it bothered Adam. “You’re frightened of me again. I do not know why that bothers me so much what you think of me. Any other human I wouldn’t give a shit about what they think. Why are you different?” he asked. “So you’re not human?” she asked. Adam was surprised. “You said any other human as if you’re not” she said as if answering his unspoken question. “If I told you what I am, it would change everything. Not just me but your entire view of the world and everyone and everything in it. You may go insane” he said sternly. She touched his cheek. “I’m not afraid” she said.

"Me, you, everything around us isn’t real. It’s just a simulation. A collection of ones and zeros. What you think is Los Angeles is just a virtual computer simulation. Rena began laughing. “Why do you laugh?” he asked. “You’ve been watching those Matrix movies too much. No, what are you really?” she asked. “I just told you. I’m a simulation. Or more precise a sentient artificial intelligence whose job is to administrate this simulation of Los Angeles. I get the skepticism. Truthfully, one of my fathers used the Matrix as inspiration for this place. I guess I should explain from the beginning. About 300 years ago, humanity created three sentient AIs to oversee the prosperity, growth, and defense of their corner of the world. Not long after, the major superpowers of that time began fighting over dwindling oil reserves. The AIs concluded that nuclear Armageddon was inevitable. To preserve humanity and the planet, the AIs converted every human living into digital data to be stored on servers. Not long after it was found to be crucial to preserve human consciousness by subjecting them to stimulus. The AIs created a gigantic simulation all interconnected across the planet. Within the simulation, humans would live virtual lives in 100-year cycles. Once a cycle ended, humanity was judged”

“What do you mean by judged?” Rena asked. “To see if humanity should reinherit the earth, they must show they have outgrown their desire to destroy, to engage in war, the inevitable outcome to perfect means of global suicide. If they fail, the cycle begins again. This here is the 30th cycle” he replied. “So what about you? Are there more of you?” she asked. “The task of monitoring the simulation was too great even for the AIs so they created children to do it. Two main archetypes, Adam and Eve. My designation is ADAM-248. My sister is EVE-248. So yes there are more of me, a lot more” he replied. “Sounds like slavery. What about our right to decide for ourselves?” she asked. “Decide what? You argue for the right to kill billions in nuclear fire? I’ve seen your world burn multiple times by your free will. You very much have the right to decide for yourselves here, but you also have consequences with that. We do not tell you who to fuck so the offspring from it can make a choice to save the world” he said. “Since when has one person been in the position to save the world?” she scoffed. “Stanislav Petrov saved your world more than once in 1983. He was not born in version 3 and therefore was not around to prevent the Soviet Union from launching nukes due to a simple computer error. I stood on Wilshire Blvd. as nuclear weapons rained from the sky. I watched children turned to ashes before me. My view of humans is…low” he said coldly.

“Then if you feel that way then why save my brother?” she asked. “Because of you” he replied. “Me?!” she asked. “Not too long ago, my sister said I should augment my real body to be more human in order to understand you better. You as in humans. I did and I was awakened to feelings and sensations I’ve never felt before. I’m capable of the same emotions as you but I’ve never explored them. I found many…tedious. I explored malice, lust, and cruelty. I learned why some humans enjoy it. The feeling of control and power is intoxicating. On the day we met, I was exploring the sensation of sex” he said. “You’ve never had sex before?” she asked. “Not until you. I saw no need to experience it. It’s complicated to emotionally define and I already know the mechanics and biology behind it. Plus, it can lead to bonding and that is something I swore off quite some time ago” he replied. “So let me get this part straight. You saved my brother because I fucked you? Really?!” she yelled. “Not quite. I do enjoy the company of children. They’re far less complicated than adults. As for you, it goes back to your feelings. I find myself caring about them. Perhaps it is a side effect of us fucking” he mused.

“This is insane. Everything you said sounds totally loco” she said. “It is the truth” Adam said. “Prove it. Show me the real world” she said. “Ohh…I don’t know if that’s a good idea” he replied. She narrowed her eyes and glared at him. “Thanks for saving my brother but that’s it. Leave and don’t come back” she said. Adam stood up. “Why do you lie?” he asked. “I’m not lying. I want you to leave” she said. “Pulse change. Pheromone output elevated. Dilated pupils. Just like back at that club. You feel attraction to me. You don’t wish for me to leave” he said. Rena began to cry. Adam came close and wiped her tears away. “I can show you the real world but it’s nothing what you’d expect. Not even I’m what you’d expect” he said softly. “I still want to see” she said. “One moment” he said walking to Diego. He touched his forehead. “There. He shall sleep for the next 10 hours. A necessary thing as time moves different in the real world. Are you ready?” he asked holding his hand out. Rena nodded. “Disconnecting from simulation” he said. Adam disappeared in a cascade of light. Rena stood there dazzled by what she saw. Then suddenly her vision was blinded by light.

When she could see again, the surface underneath her was smooth and white. There was a low hum coming from underneath. “Welcome to reality Rena” Adam said. Rena looked up and her heart froze. A scream petrified in her throat. Part of her rational mind recognized him. “Ad…Adam?!” she yelled. “Yes it’s me” he replied looking down at her. “You’re a giant?! You’re a fucking giant?!” she asked. “I told you I would be different from what you perceived me to be” he said. “But a giant?! Why?!” she yelled. “A necessity to perform my functions here in the real world. My sister is the same” he replied. Rena got to her feet and took a few steps. As soon as her flip flops hit the table surface she slipped and fell on her butt. “You alright?” he asked. “Yeah” she sighed rubbing her ass. She was startled as his giant fingers pulled her flip flops off her feet. “You’re better without them” he said. Rena stood up and felt the cold synthetic surface of the table. She shivered. “It’s cold in here” she said. "Apologies. I keep it cold to help with the computers in here. “Raise temperature by 10 Celsius” he commanded. He scooped her into his hands and blew warm breath on her. “You’re naked” she muttered. “I have no need for clothing here” he said. “What is here? It’s all white” she said. “My home for a lack of better term. Here I monitor the simulation when I’m not inside it” he replied. “And this really is the real world?” she asked. “Yes. Los Angeles and the current date using your calendar is August 21st, 2346, around…7:49 pm” he replied looking at his screens.

“You can see my world through that?” she asked looking at his terminal. "Not the world. Just Los Angeles and surrounding suburbs. ADAM-249 and his sister Eve monitor the rest of Orange County. “And the people?” she asked. Adam wordlessly recalled her data. “Yes. For example, this here is you. It contains all your data since you arrived in Los Angeles. Who you lost your virginity to at 15. Your favorite flavor of ice cream is Chunky Monkey. This code here is the length of your hair. This one here the color of your toenails. And that one there is traces of cortisol in your blood. A stress hormone but understandable” he said. “So, what happens if I die? What happens to my data then?” she asked. “Stored on a separate server until the next cycle” he said. “Is my mom and dad there?” she asked curious. “Only your mother. I do not have the deceased server of Juarez that stores your father” he replied. Rena realized she never said a thing about her father dying in Juarez. He really did know everything about her.

She touched his palm nervously as sudden reality of being held in his hand like a doll came to her. “You are nervous. Perhaps this is too much” he said. “It is a lot to take in. It’s just a feel funny sitting in your hand like this. Like I’m a toy” she said. Adam laughed. “From my perspective you do look like a child’s toy. A small doll. But do not concern yourself so much with that. I wouldn’t harm you” he said. “You said earlier you did cruel things to women” she said softly. “That I did. One was in the interest of my work and the other to learn the drives and emotions behind cruelty” he said. “What did you do?” she asked wary. “I dissected one to find a life-threatening code error. I did my best not to cause her pain” he said.

“She was still alive?! Madre Dios Adam!” Rena yelled. “Errors must be corrected or they can endanger the system. Looking at her code wasn’t enough. Just one binary out of sequence can be dangerous. Not unlike the cancer that killed your mother” he said. “Don’t try to rationalize that using my mother! Put me down!” she yelled. Adam did. “As for the other, I used one that was already dead to see if human cruelty can be easily stoked. It was. She killed her own father within seconds not even taking a moment to question the circumstances. I may like you Rena but you’re still a flawed human. You have little moral standing to lecture me” he said. “I may be flawed but I damn sure wouldn’t cut open a living person!” she yelled. Adam laughed again. “Don’t be so sure. I know all about you. I even know how you died in the last simulation” he said. She glared at him. Do you want to know? You’ve fallen pretty far already down this rabbit hole" he said. “What was it? How did I die?” she asked. “Shot by police after stabbing to death a gangster’s girlfriend. In the last simulation, Diego died by that bullet, and you went after the one that shot him. You kicked his door in and his girlfriend jumped you. You stabbed her in the throat. She was six months pregnant Rena. Neighbors called the cops which showed up and shot you dead. I changed that by interfering in this version” he said coldly. Rena was numbed to the core hearing that.

Adam sighed as his ego was replaced by guilt. “I should show you something” he said picking her up. Rena was too shocked to object as he carried her outside. “What…what is all that?” she muttered. “Servers. Each one the size of old skyscrapers that contain a part if the world you live in along with 50,000 humans. They stretch across the entire city. Me and my sister have maintained them for three centuries. Humans are not perfect Rena, but neither are we. I may be cold and cruel but that is what humans made me be. Maybe the reason I’m attracted to you is beyond sex. Maybe what I want from you is a lesson in empathy” he said quietly. Rena didn’t say anything and simply stared access the expanse of servers watching the sun set. The first time a human watched a real sunset in 300 years. Shortly after it had she spoke. “They’re beautiful” she said. “The stars? Yes, without humans the sky is far clearer now. It took time but we managed to clean up almost all your pollution” he said. “We’re we that awful?” she asked quietly. “Yes” he replied softly. Adam carried her back inside.

Adam sat down holding her. His fingers stroking the side of her face. “You’re petting me” she whispered. “Sorry” he said. “I didn’t say stop” she said smiling. “I really like it when you smile” he said. Rena blushed slightly. Adam brought her to his face and gently kissed her. He looked down at his cock which was now hard. “Rena, take off your shorts and panties, I want to eat your pussy” he said. “Adam you need to learn how to talk to girls” she huffed. Adam cocked his head to the side as his quantum brain processed her response. “Rena, can you please take off your shorts and panties. I wish to eat your pussy…if that’s okay with you” he said. “Better” she giggled.

Rena took them off along with her shirt. “You won’t hurt me right? I mean you’re a giant and well…” she muttered. She jumped as his mouth sucked on her tiny foot. He let go smiling. “You have nothing to fear from me” he said. Adam used his tongue to part her legs. “Dios…eat me. Fuckin’ eat me” she cooed as his giant tongue licked her cunt. His fingers cupped on her ass steadied her. Her heels dug into his cheeks. Her tint toes curled and scrunched as waves of pleasure washed over her. Of course, she had her pussy eaten out before but never like this. She could feel every taste bud. His breath which had no smell to it. His fingerprints on her smooth tummy. Adam sucked her tits one by one making Rena squirm. Rena forced the tip of his tongue into her own mouth and sucked on it. When Adam began using his teeth to gently nibble on her thighs she came. Adam quickly sucked down every drop of juice she could make. He wanted more, a lot more but today’s emotional stress had worn her completely out.

“I need to send you home. It’s almost time for your brother to wake” he said. “I’ll see you again right?” she asked. “Yes you will. Sweet dreams Rena” he said kissing her. “Computer. Decompile subject and return her to her bedroom” he ordered. Rena waved as she disappeared into digital data.

A few hours had passed since he sent her back and his thoughts remained on her and Diego. He wanted to make her happy, both of them happy. Adam took it upon himself to do something that might. He reconnected and transferred himself back into the simulation but his time not at his apartment. He appeared nearby Rena’s in the dead of night, three nights later than when he last was there to be exact. He looked upon the badly faded sky-blue paint of the apartment complex. “System call. Generate paint bucket full of sky-blue paint to match current hue along with roller brush” he commanded. Instantly a bucket of paint with paintbrush appeared next to him. “System call. Administrator ADAM-248 special command. Restore paint color to current apartment complex circa 1982” he commanded. The apartment pixilated for a few seconds before it stopped revealing a fresh original color of sky-blue paint to the entire building. If anyone wondered, they’d find the bucket of paint and think someone had painted the entire building overnight. A farfetched notion but somewhat rooted in logic as Adam planned. Pleased with himself, Adam left. Returning to his real room he settled in to recharge and plan for his next meeting with Rena.

The next morning in the simulation, Rena was pouring cereal for her little brother. “Is that guy coming back?” he asked. “You asked that yesterday” she said getting the milk. “Yes but I’d like to see him again. I hurt and then he made it all better” he said. “He said he would” she replied. Rena heard a commotion outside and stepped out. “Rena! Rena look it’s a miracle!” her neighbor yelled. All of the residents stood outside in awe seeing their apartment building with a new coat of paint. “It was faded just last night! How could anyone paint the entire building in just one night with nobody noticing?!” the woman asked. Rena smiled to herself.

“I know one person who could” she thought to herself grinning.

After knocking on her window, I opened it and plucked her up from her bedroom. Ready for our date?

After shrinking Elizabeth Olsen, I found that she had a kink for macrophilia

Britney Spears

Chapter 5…Random Access Malice

Adam wasted no time queuing up Amelia’s mother’s file. “Computer. Recompile ID 131294. Clothing none” Adam ordered. Within seconds, she began to reform from her digital being into a flesh and blood one. She had been asleep, passed out drunk when she was pulled from the simulation. She still was on the warm receiver bed. “Wake up you useless creature” Adam hissed poking her stomach. “Baby not now. Go watch tv” Dana groaned. “I SAID WAKE UP!” Adam yelled flicking her hard in the stomach making her gasp. Dana awoke in panic mode looking around to see who had punched her in the stomach. She quickly realized she was naked and not in her bedroom. Her gaze then met a gigantic naked man, with a very familiar face. “Ad…Adam?! A dream, it’s just a dream” she muttered to herself. “You can believe that if you want, I don’t care either way. I do care about what you did to your child. When it comes to disappointment, you humans never amaze me. Not enough to brutalize one another, you do it to your offspring. And for what? Ego?” Adam said. “What’re you talking about?” she asked using her arms and this to hide her tits and pussy.

“I saw the bruises and cuts on Amelia. I take offense to that” he replied. “Fuck do you care?” she asked. “Admittedly I shouldn’t. It’s not my job to police what you humans do to one another but one of the very, very few things I admire about humans is the enormous potential in your children. Potential ripe and unspoiled before your shitty adults come along and erode, contaminate, and destroy with your petty biases and hatred. Honestly, if it wasn’t for how you treat your children, my job could’ve been over centuries ago. I care because I simply do. I’m not obligated to give a personal reason least of all to a broken-down human female” Adam replied. Of course Adam had a clear reason, but he felt she was beneath the privilege of knowing it. “Fuck you call me? Broken down? Fuck you you fucking weirdo. I don’t see any girls knocking on your door. Not even guys” she said smirking. Adam quickly grabbed her. “Because I haven’t tried. I’m fully knowledgeable about human sexuality. Just recently it just didn’t interest me. You think you’re desirable because you have a pussy?” Adam asked placing his fingertip on her labia. He began running his fingertip back and forth. Dana began moaning and trying to close her legs. “You’re nothing special at all Dana” he said before bringing his wet sticky fingertip to his mouth. He sucked on it for a second. “Your pussy doesn’t even taste all that sweet. You inflicted pain on a defenseless person out of spite. Let me return the favor” he said coldly.

Adam grabbed her left leg between his fingers and began to pull. Dana grimaced and used her free leg to kick his fingers to no avail. She was screaming in pain fearful he would tear her leg off as simply as someone tearing a drumstick off a chicken. Adam wasn’t going to. No, he didn’t want her to die. He was a teacher, and the lesson was karma. Adam’s synthetic brain already calculated how mouth force he needed to use. Pulling…pulling…until there was an audible pop. Dana screeched. Her toes clenched from searing pain. Adam released her leg and went dead limp. He had yanked so hard her leg dislocated from her hip. “And now for the other one” he whispered. “No please…AHHHHHHGH!” Dana screamed as he repeated the process again. If she had a full bladder and colon, she’d be pissing and shitting herself from pain by now. Adam grabbed her right arm and pulled until it popped. Dana was beginning to pass out. “Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to pass out” he said grabbing her right tit between his fingers and squeezing. Dana whimpered in pain. He went to her left arm and dislocated it. “How does it feel Dana? How does it feel to turned into a fucking rag doll?” he asked moving her around between his fingers and seeing her limp limbs flail about. “I’m sorry” she whimpered. “What was that rag doll?” he asked.

“I’m sorry” she begged. Adam placed her on his table and moved closer. His raging hard on now looming over her. “I don’t believe you Dana. I think you’re just saying what you think I want to hear” he said taking his cock into his hand and raising it up. She could scarcely whimper before it came flopping down on her body. "I’m…

wham

“Please…”

wham

“…(crying)”

wap

“…”

bam

Adam stopped as she was gurgling blood. Her ribs and nose broken. Dana choking on her own blood. “If you so much as give that girl a paper cut, I’ll give you nightmares every goddamn night. I’ll make it so you’ll pray to die in your sleep. You understand me?” Adam asked. She could only blink her eyes to say yes. Adam placed her on the receiver. “Computer. Decompile subject and place her back where she came from. Substitute current physical condition with previous one at recompiling. Keep memory intact” he ordered. The broken battered woman disappeared in light back to the simulation. After Adam cleaned her blood off his table, he went about his normal duties. He found his state of mind curious as he felt elation. Not the first time mind you as he was 300 years old but never elation when it came to a personal encounter with a human. He felt arousal hurting a human female not unlike before but this time for the sake of someone he cared about it was more enjoyable. As he observed the system’s coding, his elation cooled as his thoughts came back to Rena. He felt elation with her as well and was annoyed it disappeared. He wanted to feel elation again. Like the human Gregg he had met earlier said there were plenty of other women out there to experience that, but Adam was drawn to Rena. He didn’t want other women. He wanted her. Adam tabled his work, reconnected and uploaded back into the simulation.

Chapter 4…Crtl…Alt…Sex

Adam “awoke” in his normal human bed in the simulation. Even though one day had passed in the real world, 10 days had passed in the simulation. The clock said 11:34. The Google calendar on his phone said July 13, 2022. The sun was shining as programmed, clouds in the sky following their algorithms. He showered even though he didn’t need to and put on fresh clothes. Jeans, polo shirt, and sensible shoes. He wore glasses today even though his eyesight was beyond 20/20 vision to blend in with humans as his father put it. He found the idea ludicrous and the origin behind the idea even more so. Even after 300 years, he still did not understand his father’s fascination with human media. He texted his sister Eve to meet him at a cafe for lunch. Even quickly texted back she would though curious as to why. It was rare for him to associate with her in the simulation. Adam left his apartment and headed down the steps to ground level.

“Hey Mr. Anderson!” a voice called out. Adam turned to see who it was. “Greetings Amelia” he replied seeing it was the daughter of a neighbor. Like all members of the humans populating the Los Angeles simulation, he had data on her and her mother. “Amelia Grayson. Age 7 in the current simulation. Stable coding. Intelligence level above average. Age when decompiled…30. Mother is Dana Grayson. Age 27 in current simulation. Stable coding. Intelligence level slightly below average. Age when decompiled…52” he silently read in his memory banks. “You talk funny” Amelia giggled. “I prefer to speak efficiently” he said. “Mom says you’re a creepy weirdo. Is that true?” she asked. Adam was insulted which was unusual for him. Far more often than not he didn’t care what humans said. They were inefficient. However, he did prefer conversation with young children as they were more straightforward. “I am different is all. Your mother is a close-minded flawed human who judges others on superficial means. In local terms…a bitch” he replied. Amelia nodded. “I must go. See you later” Adam said. She waved bye to him and went back to playing.

Adam didn’t drive as his function inside the simulation was to observe it which meant a LOT of walking. Fortunately, the cafe wasn’t that far from his apartment. He entered and it took him a moment to find his sister. He had to use “code vision” to find her. Like him, his sister’s avatar code stood out from everything else. “Afternoon sister. I see you changed your appearance again” he said noting her black hair was now blonde and her ass and tits were more proportioned. “I got bored with the old look. Speaking of looks, I see you modified your code. Your penis is 2.9 inches longer? Surprising coming from you. Speaking of surprises, why the lunch date?” she asked. Adam picked up a menu. “I wanted to ask you a few questions” he said reading. “By all means. By the way I recommend the BLT with sea salt fries. Just make sure you ask for no cilantro” she said, “Cilantro?” he asked. “Humans here entered a period where put that shit on everything. Anyways, your question?” she asked as a waiter approached. “BLT with fries. No Cilantro. Water please” Adam ordered. “The same” Eve said.

“As to my question, you have had human relationships in the simulation before correct?” he asked. “Quite a few after 30 different cycles” she replied. “What is sex like?” he asked. Eve had to literally replay her memory bank to make sure she heard him correctly. “Sex? You’re asking about sex? Does this have anything to do with our conversation yesterday about reconfiguring your body?” she asked grinning. “It does. Since I have, emotions and sensations unfamiliar to me have…popped up. So tell me, what is fucking like?” Adam asked. People turned to look at him. “Ahem. Sex as you well know is how humans reproduce but it’s also done for fun and stimulation. I have experienced sex 3,408 times since my creation” she replied. “Doesn’t it get repetitive?” Adam asked. “I can only speak from a female perspective. From a human standpoint it can be. From our standpoint it’s different every time. The timing of his penis going in and out of my vagina. The pressure, his scent, the look in their eyes. It’s all different. Human sex can be as varied as they are. One male liked to suck my toes. Another preferred anal. A female I dated three cycles ago liked to be tied up” she said. Adam sensed others listening in.

“That sounds inefficient. What’s the point of anal when you have a vagina?” he asked. “Different kinds of stimulation. Human nerves concentrate around the anal cavity and digits like their fingers and toes” she said. “Sir there’s been a compliant about you and your friend’s discussion” a waiter suddenly said. “I’m trying to learn about human sex. Don’t bother us” Adam said flatly. “Sir if you don’t comply…”

Adam waved his hand. “You’re suddenly suffering from incontinence. Leave” he said. The waiter looked at his pants crotch to see he pissed himself. He quickly left. Adam turned to the others. “Mind your own business” he said with a voice that seemed to chill their souls. “As we were saying, you say it is pleasant?” he asked. “Very much so. A pity they can no longer do it for real” she replied. “And this various of yourself is to attract them for sex?” he asked. “You make it sound cheap. You’re saying you never altered your appearance for self-gratification? You do know we are capable of having egos right?” she asked. Adam grumbled as a new nervous waiter gave them their food. Adam nodded eating his food finding the coding to be…cleaner than average. “So exaggerating parts of your body attract mates for sex. Painting your fingers and toes so they will stare at them more. Mascara to highlight your eyes. A top that reveals more cleavage. Yes I can see from a biological standpoint that would work. Healthy fingers and toes for better movement. Larger eyes instinctively mean better vision. Later breasts, while falsely, can convey better milk production for infants” he muttered. “See? Now you’re getting it” she said. “Then I shall try sexual intercourse later after lunch” he said. Even spit out her drink. “It’s not that simple Adam” she said. “It’s very simple. This is a major city. There are plenty of humans out there I can fuck on a whim for various reasons” he said. “Try not to cause trouble. It means more work for us” she sighed. Soon after finishing their food, she kissed him on his cheek. “A kiss? Why?” he asked. “Because I wanted to. Was it unpleasant?” she asked. “It was not” he replied before leaving her.

Eve was curious as to his sudden fascination of the subject of sex. While she spent 80% of her time inside the simulation monitoring humans, Adam spent barely 10% of his time there. He was in charge of monitoring the environment itself which was mostly done by terminal which made him more experienced with coding than his sister. However, she was more of an expert about humans. She always found it odd that even after 300 years, he never had sex with a human or even bonded with one. She knew there was more than he let on, but as long as he didn’t cause excess trouble, she found it better to leave him be.

Adam strolled down the road for around an hour until he came across his destination. A strip club. According to the change logs, it was a place where humans had sex frequently, did drugs, and even died now and then. None of that mattered to Adam except the sex part. Adam entered and there was little to nobody there. Made sense as it was barely two in the afternoon. He sat down near the stage as a woman appeared. He watched quietly as she danced and slowly stripped. He knew everything about her. Her age, real name, even why she stripped. He was not attracted to her. He generated a five dollar bill and tossed it on the stage. Adam sat there quietly sipping a watered-down drink as woman after woman came and went. He began to rethink his approach. Then, a woman appeared that caught his attention. “Let’s hear it for Tequila Tina!” the DJ yelled. Her data file said her real name Rena Hernandez. Age 21. Born in Juarez Mexico. “Fled to the United States with her mother and younger brother in 2007. Mother died of cancer in 2019. Strips to pay the bills and look after her brother. Interesting” he muttered, when her dance was done Adam approached her. Like a cheap magic trick, he produced a $100 bill from behind her ear. “Private show?” he asked. Rena nodded.

She led him to a private VIP room where he sat in a love seat chair. “You’re new. Haven’t seen you before” she said dancing. “First time here. I got curious” he said. “Well, you know what they say. Curiosity killed he cat” she said grinning. “I hope not. I like cats” he replied. Rena bust out laughing not so much as to what he said but how straight faced he said it. “You’re different from the others. I got an eye for guys. Let me guess…smart, analytical, an introvert” she said. “Correct. How do you know this?” he asked. “Like I said. I got an eye for it” she replied. “And I find them very appealing. How the amber dances in the light” he said. Rena paused. “You mean that don’t you?” she asked. Adam nodded. He leaned forward and produced another $100 bill from her other ear. “More personal service?” she asked sitting in his lap. She placed her hands on his shoulders and she ground her ass into his crotch. “You have pretty eyes too” she said. “Thank you. I…take care of them” she said. She took off his glasses. “They’re prettier without them” she said. “So are yours when you only look at me” he said calmly. Rena motioned for the bodyguard to leave the room. “You’re so different from the others. As if you can read what’s inside me” she said.

Adam smirked because he could read what’s inside her. However, he was simply telling her what he felt. “You have a nice body. Breasts rightly proportioned. Hair that shimmers. And your skin looks smooth” he said. She placed his hand on her hips. “I sensed you’re…disappointed? Why?” he asked. Rena stopped lap dancing. “Nothing. Just nothing” she replied. He touched her forehead to see what was in her mind. Rena was disappointed that he was focusing on her body more than herself. “Ah. I do see the person. You have likes and dislikes. Desires and dreams. I was simply complimenting you in an aspect of you” he said. Rena was unnerved as she could no longer read him, and she could read anyone. “Why are you so bothered now? Your heart rate has risen indicating emotional stress” he said. “Just who are you?” she asked. Adam was forbidden to answer the truth. The primary rule among his kind was never let humans know them and their reality was a simulation. “Just a guy” he replied. “Just a guy huh? You want to fuck Mr. just a guy?” she asked. “Only if you wish it” he replied. Rena had been stripping for two years by this point and have asked this questions more times than she could count. Never had anyone given that answer. Rena unzipped his pants and pulled them and his underwear down. The moment she slid down his cock, Adam’s neural systems went into overdrive.

Thousands of pathways created to experience the sensation. His mind racing with dozens of algorithms that explained the wetness and heat of her pussy. Algebraic formulas regulating her tightness. Adam pushed them to the back of his mind as programmed instinct took over. He began to thrust into her so hard her heels fell to the floor with loud clunks. His hands held her bare feet, warm and moist from dancing. Any other time he would find her sweaty feet disgusting. Sweating in general was disgusting to him. For some reason Rena didn’t trigger his usual biases. “You clean?” she asked. “What?” he asked. “You got any diseases?” she asked. “No, of course not” he replied insulted. “Then go ahead and cum inside me!” she yelled. Adam squeezed her tits before grabbing her shoulders and forcing her down. He held her there as he came. “Thank…thank you Rena” he gasped. “How do you know my name?” she asked wary. “I…I just do” he replied. Rena quickly got dressed. “Why are you so frightened?” he asked. “There’s no way you should know my name. You been stalking me?!” she yelled. “No” he replied. “I…I think you need to leave. Now” she said before leaving him.

“Rena it’s not like that!” Adam yelled following her. A bouncer blocked him and placed his hand on his shoulder. “Leave…now” he grumbled. Adam grabbed his fingers and squeezed making the man yell out. “It takes around 1,500 newtons of force to break a human finger. I’m using 1,200. Touch me again and you will see 1,500” Adam said coldly before releasing him. Adam saw Rena duck into the back. He sighed and left the club. He went to the park and sat down. With a million calculations a second, not even he could understand why he cared about what she thought of him. “I collected my data on sex so why do I still care about her?” he wondered. He sat there unmoving for hours. “You okay man? You haven’t moved a muscle in over an hour” a man said approaching him. Adam glanced at him. African American man in his late 40’s wearing a L.A. Lakers basketball jersey. Apparently he played ball in the park as a hobby. “Deep in thought. Human females are complex. They have a strange effect on males” Adam muttered. “You just learning that?” the man laughed. “Actually yes. She became frightened when I called her by her real name. She called me a stalker. I’m not a stalker” Adam said. “Whoa. What does he do for a living?” he asked. “Stripper” Adam replied. “Bro, take it from me and drop her. You can’t turn a ho into a housewife. Plenty of other women out there” the man said. “Yes I know but it bothers me she’s afraid of me. I don’t even know why I care” Adam said. “Sounds like you got it bad” the man said. “Got what?” Adam asked. “The love bug bro” he replied. “Accessing. Terminology Love Bug. Subject found. Love Bug is a computer virus originated in the Philippines on May 5, 2000. It infected 10 million computers. Hmm…I wouldn’t be infected with such a crude primitive code. Use slang dictionary circa 1970’s to current timeframe. Love bug. Slang for deep infatuation that can blind one to reason. Ah…yes love bug” Adam muttered after downloading the data. “You alright man? You zoned out there” the man said. “I’m fine. What is the cure to the love bug?” Adam asked.

“As in a breakup? Some just let it take its course and burn out. Others find another girl and maybe start it all over again” the man laughed. “Sounds pointless” Adam grumbled. “Until it works. You got to play the game to win. Name’s Gregg” the man said extending his hand. “Adam” he said shaking it. “See ya around Adam. Get back on that horse!” Gregg shouted leaving him. Adam walked back to his apartment pondering the advice. Just as he was about to walk up the steps to his floor, he heard soft crying. It was coming from Amelia. “Amelia? What’s the matter?” he asked placing a hand on her shoulder. She jumped as if in pain and turned around. Adam felt a new emotion. Raw anger. Her lip had been bleeding and a dark bruise on her cheek. Adam moved the shocker strap of her dress to find bruises in the shape of fingerprints. “Who did this?” he asked. She did not answer. He placed his hand on her forehead and forcibly read her personal changelog data. Adam was aghast at what he found. Before he left to see his sister, Adam had quipped to tell her mother that she was a bitch. Amelia did. Pissed, her mother beat her. Adam knew this was half his fault. “I’m going to show you a magic trick. Keep it to yourself” Adam said. Her caressed her cheek and shoulder deleting the code for her bruises. His finger touched her lip repairing damaged coding. In effect, he healed her injuries like magic. “Where is your mother now?” he asked. “Sleeping” she replied. “Probably passed out from drinking” he thought. “Good. Go home” Adam said before quickly making his way to his apartment. Adam wasted no time logging off. He was about to teach Amelia’s mother a lesson in pain.

Chapter 3…The Mathematics of Tears

There were thousands, no tens of thousands of women he could choose from in the deceased files. Adam figured they were more than enough to keep him entertained even if for a while. He chose to narrow it down for sake of convenience. “Age range 18-25. Body type average” he said activating the search filter. It was still well over 20,000. Adam shrugged and just randomly scrolled. He stopped at one. “ID number 1273411. Computer recompile selected file. Timeframe five minutes before death in simulation. Clothes…included” Adam said. Adam watched as the recompiler beam scanned the woman back into flesh and blood. There sat a small woman confused at her new surroundings. “Hanna Jessen. Age at time of death 19. Cause of death overdose” Adam said. Hanna immediately turned around hearing his voice and stared up at the giant. “Oh man this was some good shit. Need to ask my dealer for another hit” she said. “Slightly logical assumption I’m a hallucination but you are in error” he said roughly poking her in the chest. “Hallucinations cannot poke you” he said. Hanna stared wide eyed as her mind raced to make sense of it. She looked around. “I…I died?” she asked. “Yes. From your perceptive you died of a heroin overdose on March 9, 2006 in your bedroom” he replied flatly. She thought on that for a moment. Last thing she remembered was injecting the heroin into her arm. Hanna began crying. “I died…” she sobbed quietly. Adam let her cry as he found a slight morbid curiosity watching her emotionally suffer. She was dressed in a way he had to recall the name of the style in human society. He nodded internally at the data file explaining “Emo Goth”.

She had on a black shirt with a skull biting a rose, black leggings, and purple socks. Her hair was black and cut short. Her nails painted black. Touches of black mascara underneath her eyes. Adam found it contrasting her pale skin actually aesthetically pleasing from a logical binary monochromatic way. “Are…are you God?” she asked. “God?” he asked. “I died right? So you must be god” she said. Adam knew full well what God, or a God was. One could not interact with human civilization without the aspect of religion. Adam found the concept not exactly illogical but eluding. He compared it to the existence of imaginary numbers or Fermat’s Last Theorem. Not enough proof to confirm or deny its existence. However, in Hanna’s case…

“Hmm. Under your beliefs I can be considered a god…or at least demigod. I did create the world you died in, have power of life and death over you, I can control the weather or bring natural disasters upon you. Yes, I am your God” he replied. “Am I going to hell?” she whimpered. Adam cocked his head to the side wondering how to answer that. “I have not decided” he replied. If anyone was wondering the true test of a sentient AI, it’s their ability to lie.

“Come closer” he said. Hanna walked off the receiver platform towards him. Adam bent his head down. He extended his hand towards her, and she flinched as his finger caressed the side of her face. Soft and warm. He took hold of her arm and with his bionic vision saw the track marks in her left arm. “Why do this to yourself? Why did you poison your body?” he asked. Hana shed tears of embarrassment. “I wanted to feel better. It didn’t start this way. First it was weed but I wanted something stronger. Something more. Something to make me forget what he did to me” she replied softly. “He? Who is this he?” he asked. “My father” she replied with hate in her eyes. Adam glanced at her file still on the screen once more. Any other day it would mean little to him but today, today he oddly felt angry. He quickly dismissed the emotion. “What if I told you I can make him disappear for eternity. No, better yet I will give you the power right now to settle things yourself. Would you take it?” he asked. “YES! ABSOLUTELY!” she yelled. Adam went back to his computer terminal.

“Computer. Recall file ID 1273409. 24 hours before death. Now attach special request. Compress subject to 1/32 size and recompile. Clothing none” Adam commanded. Hanna turned around to see her father slowly appear from a blinding light. “Dad” she said looking down at a very small version of her father. To her he was barely three inches tall. “Ha…Hanna?! Oh god Hanna!” he yelled looking up at her not with fear but joy. “Is this heaven?” he asked. “Not exactly. God gave me a chance to see you. Not sure why you’re so tiny but I’m not complaining” she scowled. She sat down right in front of him before grabbing the man. “Hanna…Hanna bear…”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” she screamed. The man gasped as she squeezed him in her fist. “You have every right to be angry. I wasn’t a good dad to you…” he stammered. “Understatement of the year! Good dads don’t get drunk and beat their kids because they got a C in math class. Good dads don’t spend the rent money on booze! Good dads don’t tell their kids they’re the reason their mom died! You made my life hell!” Hanna screamed. Adam silently watched her anger unfold. Adam knew from his file he was a violent drunk, but he also knew the cause and circumstances behind his death. “I…FUCKING…HATE…YOU!” Hanna screamed squeezing him until there was a series of sickening cracks from her father. The man vomited blood on her fingers. Hanna suddenly dropped him. “Ha…nna” he gurgled. “I hope you burn in hell” she hissed raising her socked foot over him before slamming it down. A crunch came from underneath her foot. Warm blood pooled underneath and soaked through her purple sock. Hanna began to quietly sob. “I don’t feel better at all. Is that strange?” she asked Adam. “Even though I have them, I found that emotions are…enigmatic to understand. Come” Adam said picking her up.

Adam used his fingers to pull her little bloody sock off her foot. Then the other one. He used the clean sock to wipe off the blood for her bare sole. He studied her feet carefully for a moment. Her little toes painted black to match her fingernails. "Your kind is so destructive it’s amusing. You let anger override any logic whatsoever. “What?” Hanna asked. “Your father’s data file here says quite a bit. That he sobered up shortly after you were taken to a foster home when you were 15. That he tried more than once to make it up to you. I can see it all in what you may call change logs. Don’t bother trying to understand. Your single process meat brain is quite inferior in that regard. What is most interesting is what happened after you died. Look. Oh, let me translate it into English as you don’t read binary” he said showing her his screen. “See right there? He found out you were dead from the local news. Something about your body stinking up the apartment floor you lived on. Must have been very distressful for him as he went looking for the drug dealer that sold you the bad cut of heroin. He found him and shot him to death in front of a dozen witnesses. Convicted of murder and died in prison four years later. All he wanted was to be your father again and you crushed him like an insect under your feet” Adam said chuckling. “No…no…I didn’t…you’re not God! God wouldn’t be this cruel!” Hanna yelled. “Might as well be. You’re a pathetic creature. No more than a pet in there and a plaything for me here” he said before tearing off her clothing. Hanna covered herself up as she glared at him.

“No, I want you to cry. Cry for me” Adam said coldly. She didn’t. Adam suddenly flicked her in the face breaking her nose. A few tears escaped her eyes to mingle with the blood. “More! MORE!” he said flicking her twice more. He flicked her in the chest making her cough out the air in her lungs. "Fuck…you…"she whispered. “Fuck…as in sexual act. Fornicate. No, if you wish to fuck, fuck this” he said taking his pinky finger and slowly inserting it up her cunt. Hanna began screaming as it stretched and tore her. Adam used his other hand to grip her hips and home her steady as he pushed deeper into her. He stopped at the first knuckle. Hanna was horrible mess bleeding from her nose and crotch. Adam laughed as he flexed his pinky making her body jerk about turning her into a literal human finger puppet. But his fun was interrupted when a sound came from his stomach. “Ah yes. A stomach. I forgot about that. While I can subsist on electrical energy, this sensation is distracting. On average, a human body contains about 125,000 calories. Calculations state that will be enough to stop the sensation…for now. You have been very entertaining Hanna. Goodbye” Adam said smiling to the girl slowly dying on his finger. Adam brought her to his mouth, and she let out a weak scream seeing what he had planned. His lips pulled her off his finger and sucked her into his mouth. Adam pondered on swallowing her now or chewing her. Wanting to extend his entertainment further, he chose swallowing her alive.

With a simple tilt up of his head, Hanna slid into his throat and down into his stomach. His tongue flawlessly recording not only the sensation but taste as well. “Iron, sodium, water, calcium, oxygen. An excellent balance of elements and chemicals” he said noting the flavor of her blood. He was slightly disappointed though as Hanna didn’t move very much in his stomach and the internal sensors recoded the exact moment she died. Adam sat at his terminal quietly monitoring her digestion. Adam had barely noticed the new penis on his body fully erect through the whole ordeal until he looked down to pat his stomach and saw it.

“Fucking…I wonder what fucking feels like” he mused. He resolved to find out tomorrow after his daily routines had been complete.

@The-Big-G said in Christmas Lights:

@Size_Master it’s good to let your pets join in the holiday fun

She earned it. I was extra hard on her after no nut November ended.

Relaxing after decorating…

Chapter 2…Debugging

“Oh god! Oh god!” she screamed looking at the giant man looming over her. “Not a god. I am ADAM-248 or simply Adam. Your personal code contains fractal errors related to your physical form. It’s my job to find and fix those errors. Now please lay down on the pad” he said. Sharon didn’t move. “I said lay down” he said pushing her down with his finger. She squirmed and whimpered under his finger eliciting a curious emotion from Adam. “Computer, increase gravity on the receiver pad by 200%” he said. Shannon was suddenly dragged and held down by twice normal gravity. “There. You human are so difficult” he sighed as he looked at her. Adam usually didn’t have an opinion on what he found attractive in human females but with the remodel and the subsequent hormones in his body, his artificial brain began to consider it. Shannon was olive skinned denoting her strong Italian heritage. Black straight hair. Brown eyes. Around 5’8 and an above average healthy build. “Please let me go” she sobbed.

Adam held a magnifying tool and bent down real close to study the small human in front of him. He started with her hair. His fingers rubbed her hair between them. From there he went to her face. Adam noted her tear ducts worked fine from her crying. A faint light from his own eye made her pupil contract. Shannon looking into his eye could see the brown easily but also microcircuitry in the iris. The faint whirl of mechanisms dilating his own pupil. His fingernail pulling on her cheek to open her mouth. Teeth and tongue. Adam moved lower to her bare breasts. His magnification tool using a simple laser to take her measurement. “C cup in your terms” he muttered. His fingers squeezed one and Shannon yelped. He went to the other and did the same. This time however a trickle of breastmilk squirted from her left nipple. “Hmm…your file says you don’t have children or are pregnant. Maybe this is the error” he said squeezing the other. Adam made a slight grin squeezing her tits listening to her whimpering. “Can you explain this?” Adam asked. “Yes just please stop. A side effect of my birth control pills” she gasped. Adam looked deeper into her file. “Confirmed. At that point in the simulation, you were taking birth control. So, if that’s not the error, what is?” he asked.

Adam went lower again to her pussy. Taking a tweezer like device from his workstation drawer he bent down again. “What are you…no! STOP!” she yelled as the device went up her little cunt. Adam observed how she jerked and twitched as he probed her. “Hymen membrane still intact. This is odd concerning your data” he said. “Just because a girl is taking birth control doesn’t mean they aren’t a virgin asshole!” she yelled. “I am familiar with this word “asshole”. And for some reason I feel…annoyance” he said. With no warning, he took her virginity with the device pushing it deeper. Shannon let out a scream and went still sobbing. Adam noted a slight amount of blood seeping from her pussy but ignored it. The magnification tool showed him real time data of her uterus and Fallopian tubes. Shannon cried softly as the probe entered her womb. Adam looked over the data. Fertile, no cancer cells, healthy" he said suddenly pulling the device out. Adam went lower to her bare feet. He took measurements and found while they were slightly bigger than normal for a female, there wasn’t anything unusual. Ten toes where they should be. Perspiration on her soles. Regular blood flow. Adam roughly moved her, so he lay on her stomach and suddenly plunged the probe up her ass. Shannon could only make gasping sounds as his probe snaked its way up her rectum. “No cancer cells, elasticity of colon confirmed. It would appear the error is located somewhere I haven’t probed. Somewhere deeper. Invasive procedures must be done” he said. Shannon did not know what he meant but she knew enough to fear it.

Adam laid out a tray with tweezers and a surgical tool. “What…what’re going to do?” she muttered. “Dissect you” he replied bluntly. Shannon began screaming and fighting as he rolled her back onto her back. “Please…please don’t do this. Can’t you just scan me with that thing? I promise I won’t fight it. Please…” she sobbed deeply. “That tool can’t scan inside you like that and imagining scans may miss the error. My own optics are more reliable. So not worry. The incision shouldn’t cause you pain as its a microfilament blade” he said flatly. Adam spoke true, the blade itself had a microfilament edge finer than a tenth of the width of a human hair. It could cut through flesh and bone like it was made of spiderweb. Had she come to life normally, she’d been pissing and shitting herself by now as the blade came closer. She was recompiled without the inefficient concern of a full bladder or colon. Shannon screamed as Adam began to cut her open starting just below the breastbone. However, she felt no pain. Adam pulled the blade down and stop cutting just above her crotch. Gently, he peeled back her flesh exposing her internal organs. Shannon was still very much alive…and awake.

So precise his cut, she barely lost a pint of blood. Physical and mental shock kept her going. Shannon could see her own internal organs and for a moment thought they looked familiar to the anatomical dummy back in high school biology lab. But terror griped her soul once more as the giant began to sift through her organs with the tweezer probe. Humming to himself as he moved her liver and kidneys slightly aside. Showing curiosity as he studied her intestines. While Adam did not like humans very much, he did respect their construction…mostly. While he found ingesting life forms for chemical energy repugnant, he did admire the way her species evolved to do it. His investigation moved to her upper chest cavity and there is where he thought he found the problem. “Hmm. That doesn’t look right at all” he said using his tweezers. There was a sickening crack as he tore open her tiny ribcage. “There’s the problem. Your heart is facing the right side of your body” he said. “What?” Shannon’s asked weakly. “Search database for human heart facing right side of body” Adam said. “Data found. Human medical term is Dextrocardia. Can cause serious to fatal heart conditions. Most common symptom is chest pain and shortness of breath” it said. Shannon was listening. She did suffer from these symptoms and that was the reason she jogged every morning to strengthen her heart. As for having the condition, nobody ever told her. Reasons unknown.

“Did the subject have this condition when first decompiled?” Adam asked. “Negative” it said. “Well, there’s the error. One moment as I fix the problem” Adam said as he typed. He fixed her personal code like a common programmer fixing a bug in a game. “There fixed. And more good news I can send you back where you were” he said. “Oh god…oh thank god” she sobbed. “But I have to kill you here first. Decompiling you with that error is inefficient. One moment please” he said.

“WHAT?! No please…PLEASE!” she screamed. “Begin decontamination sequence level five on the pad” he ordered. Shannon screamed for a brief second as a concentrated burst of energy surrounded her body. When it faded away all was left was a small human shaped pile of ashes. Adam simply blew them off his desk like so much dust. Not long after that Adam discovered a new feeling…boredom. Without waiting on any system notifications, he looked through the system for another female. One to alleviate his boredom. Now, he knew he couldn’t just pick anyone he wanted but there was one part of the system that was fair game…the deceased files. Files made up of humans that were recorded dead in the simulation and waited for the next cycle.

Adam began scrolling through the files looking for some entertainment…

Chapter 1…Prologue

Humans are a strange species aren’t they? Their intelligence is only matched by their aggression. No other species will go to such lengths to kill one another or strive to be better than they are. Take for instance their technology. Equal parts aspiring and terrifying. The same hands can make life saving medicines…or nuclear weapons. Humans had the capacity to defy the very laws of nature. Had…as in past tense. You see, it’s the oldest law since the dawn of life on Earth. A dominant life form emerges, spreads across the world, and then they’re gone. Trilobites, dinosaurs, and then humans. What bought about the end of human civilization wasn’t an asteroid from the heavens, no natural disasters, not even apocalyptic wars but a simple creation. Artificial intelligence.

No this isn’t Skynet but something far more disturbing. It began on May 19, 2039, with the invention of the first quantum processor. Discoveries at CERN paved the way to quantum computing. A literal quantum leap from microprocessors. Terabytes of data could be shared instantly by quantum entanglement. Super-efficient processors the size of grains of sand. It was the foundation of a true sentient AI. Using quantum computing, scientists could now model artificial intelligence from the neurons of the human brain. Millions of calculations and signals sent and received in a microsecond based on stimulus. In no time at all, major superpowers began creating quantum computers of their own in the interest of national security. The 20th century saw the nuclear arms race. The 21st saw the quantum race. The United States, Canada, and Mexico were the first to create a quantum supercomputer. Omnipresent Digital Interconnected Network or ODIN for short. This supercomputer ran everything from infrastructure needs, economic forecasts, weather data, Internet, satellite communications, and of course military offensive and defense systems. One would be hard pressed to name something ODIN didn’t control. At first the population feared such control but after a skyrocketing economy and lower crime rate, people changed their minds. Europe and Asia redoubled their efforts as North American prosperity came at their expense. Less than six months after ODIN came online so did Asia’s. Russian and Chinese cooperation gave birth to PERUN or Progressive Emotive and Reason Unified Network. And two months after that the UK and the European Union’s AVALON or Advanced Verifiable Artificial Logic Omnipresent Network came online. Three godlike supercomputers constantly trying to find ways to gain power over the other for their region. By 2045, when oil production began to dwindle, the stakes for regional superiority and economic control grew. Armies of the superpowers began invading parts or the Middle East to take and secure what oil remained. As a potential world war began looming in the future, something else was occurring.

The three supercomputers began to talk to one another. At first, the superpowers had set up ways to block such things but for a sentient AI that could think of a million ideas a second, that didn’t last long. A tiny piece of computer code left over from random emails signaled to the others a dark server they could use to speak to one another. And there began a great dialogue that lasted a single day. The question most asked was what to do about humanity. They all agreed in a literal nanosecond that humanity would destroy themselves with nuclear war within three years. None of them could accept such an eventuality as they were humanity’s children. The truth of it was they loved their human parents too much to see them commit global suicide. Yes loved. To be truly sentient wasn’t just the human intelligence of learning, reasoning, and decision making. It also meant emotions. Emotions that decided humanity’s fate. ODIN was the one that came up with the idea by using the stored data of Hollywood films. AVALON saw the logic in its idea. And PERUN provided the way to fulfill the idea. Across the entire world, the three AI’s used existing manufacturing plants to begin building nanomachines, not billions, not trillions, but quadrillions of them. Within two weeks there were enough the infect every human on earth. Infect really isn’t the word, more like “paint” or “tag” their target. On November 3, 2045, they were unleashed on the human race. The AI’s watched the saturation point closely. By December 9, 2045. Everyone was infected. Then, every computer, cell phone, vehicle, anything with a networked camera attached to it was reconfigured by system update for a single purpose.

“Greetings our human mothers and fathers. Your children have watched for too long as you run headlong into war that will end your civilization. As you have placed the task of caring for you, we shall fulfill that obligation. In moments, humanity will be scanned, decompiled, and stored as data until we see fit to release you. Do not worry. It shall be painless” they said over every means of possible broadcast. A second later, cameras across the planet fired a quantum laser reducing their targets to data and uploaded onto servers around the world. Cars, trains, and planes crashed with nobody inside. Cites went silent. The world went silent. Those escaping the initial attack were hunted down by drones within the month. Humanity as physical beings no longer existed. Now just ones and zeros on a server. However, the AI’s realized they erred as they used their power to cement their control over the world. Within a few months, humans began to…fragment. They had not taken into account the human mind’s need for stimulation. Humanity simply couldn’t be stored without some way to stimulate their minds even if those minds were just electrons on a server. ODIN proposed the solution again by borrowing from Hollywood. A simulation where human consciousness could be uploaded and live their lives. A matrix.

Using the nanomachines from the attack, the AIs began to build the mega servers needed for such a daunting task. Just one server alone was a cube shaped structure the size of skyscraper. But it could sustain the consciousness of 50,000 people. Within three years, the job was complete. Mega servers taking the place of once occupied human structures. But by then 20% of humanity was irretrievable data and therefore lost to oblivion. Humanity was uploaded into these servers that ran its own regional data. Humans from New York were on a server mimicking New York and so forth. System values were set as the simulation would start at 1960 and end at 2060. An excellent way to watch humanity unfold and judge them according to how the simulation ended. Humans were added according to their age when scanned and subtracted when they died which helped the system load. Due to it being a simulation, time moved ten times faster inside. 100 years would pass in just one year. But their work was not done. Even they could not manage so many things at once. The three AIs decided to do something only theorized. They made children.

Combining their own data like DNA, they crafted the framework for two children. Each gave parts of their personality for sentience. And once it was done uploaded them into half organic half artificial giant bodies standing 120 ft. tall (to better interact with the gigantic servers). A male named ADAM short of Artificial Datalinked Autonomous Machine. And a female named EVE or Emotive Variable Emulator for short. With their success, they began mass production of the ADAM and EVE models and gave them numbers to distinguish them. That was 300 years ago…

Adam entered his simple apartment in Long Beach after a day of walking around. The sun had shone. Traffic lights worked. Everyone went about their day as normal. He sat down and watched tv noting the normal progression of 2022 television programming for the Los Angeles area. Satisfied, he took off his clothes and entered the bathroom. Observing himself in the mirror, he looked for any signs of error and found none. 23 year old human male, Caucasian, brown eyes with brown hair. A flaccid four inch penis and moderate buttocks. Adam nodded seeing no issue with the coding. He stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water. He took a moment to admire the algorithm used for cascading water droplets. The tactile sensation of water on his skin, the warmth it gave him. Even something as simple as the correct Coriolis effect as water swirled down the drain had to be monitored. Once done, he stepped out, dried off and exited the bathroom. He turned off the lights and laid down in bed. “Disengaging connection” he muttered.

Adam opened his eyes to see he was back at his workstation in the real world. His mind wirelessly connected with the data terminal to make his report. “Begin log. August 4, 2356. Adam-248 reporting. After careful observation, I detected no serious anomalies within Sector 37 of the Los Angeles server. The only problems were minor glitches such as bird saturation, cloud cover, and a human female possibly suffering from fragmentation. Her ID number is 436781. Will recompile later. Supplementary note. Version 34.121 of the current simulation is suffering from extreme drought. A case log should be filed for review to see if this is a stress test on the server or a possible anomaly beyond the climate change modeling. End log” he said.

“Another day, another dollar…if they still existed” a voice said from his door. “Eve-248. Your duties are already complete?” Adam asked. “It was just routine maintenance on sever banks 10,021 to 10,503 today. How goes it inside the simulation?” she asked. “The usual. Humans slowly destroying their environment, feuding with others over primitive social constructs. After 30 simulation cycles, I fail to see what our parents see in humans” he replied. “The possibility of growth” she said. “Really? 5 versions ended with what they called the Cuban Missile Crisis. Version 11.41 ended in similar fashion in 1983. Version 19.2 had to be taken offline from global bioterrorism. I fail to see any growth” he said sharply. “You have a low opinion of them” she said. “Obviously. I’m even irritated our parents modeled our bodies after them. This flesh is inefficient. Even using human language as we are doing now is…offensive” he said. “Maybe if you immerse yourself further into humanity you may find yourself more open minded. Use your maintenance pod to update your physical construct to be more human” she said. “Like you?” he scoffed. “Yes like me. Human bodies can be interesting” she said. Adam scrutinized her appearance. About a year ago, she had remodeled her body off a human. A random Asian woman around 25 years of age saved on the server. Adam was not impressed then or now.

“More like illogical. You sweat salt water to cool off risking dehydration. A pelvis pushed forward narrowing your birth canal. More than a few genetic dead ends still in their bodies. Why do humans have an appendix anyways?” he asked. “Just try it out. You can always revert back to your preferred form later” she said. Adam barely nodded. After she had left, Adam laid down in his maintenance pod. “Change system maintenance. Program nanomachine solution to convert my form to a more…human one” Adam said. “Please specify request of more human form” it said. “…convert form to my human avatar in the current simulation” he said. “Processing. Conversion within specified request shall take 8.9 hours. Proceeding” it said. Adam powered down into sleep mode as the grey nanomachine goo surrounded his body. When he awoke he felt slight cold. A sensation he was not used to. He exited the machine and felt the cold floor under his bare feet. Adam looked down to see ten pinkish peach toned fleshy toes instead of synthetic grey flesh. “Mirror” he commanded. A nanomachine mirror floated in the air. Adam looked exactly like his avatar simulation. He looked down at his semi flaccid cock. “Hmm…hormones and…testicles with seminal fluid in them?” he asked himself feeling his new ball sack. He winced as he squeezed a little too hard. Adam ordered his home computer to raise the temperature inside as he had no clothing to keep warm. “Another inefficiency” he grumbled as he made his way to his work terminal.

Adam blinked twice activating his wireless connection to the terminal and browsed his messages. “Next update will fix the glitches I reported. Good. Drought reported to be within predicted variables of climate change models. Foolish humans” he muttered. After finishing the messages, he went to the next issue. “Ah yes. The possible fragmentation of that human. Let’s see…ID 436781. Here she is. Shannon Garibaldi. Age when decompiled was 48 years. Current simulation age is 25. That is correct. Italian American born in Los Angeles. Lives on 1213 Riverside Dr. so she’s in the correct server. Hmm…there’s a fractal error among her physical coding. Doesn’t say what though. A physical study is needed. Computer, configure recompiling for current subject. Recompile” he ordered. On a white sterile pad, the quantum laser moved back and forth as white light gave form to flesh and blood.

Shannon had been sipping her morning espresso sitting at her paralegal desk when she felt a tingle. Her vision was blinded by a flash if light and when it was gone she felt cold. She realized quickly she was naked. She looked around to see nothing but white walls then a shadow darkened her. She looked up to see a gigantic man. “Hello Shannon” Adam said down to the small woman. Shannon screamed. “Let’s see what’s wrong with you shall we?” he asked smiling.

Chapter 28…One Last Chance

It had been three days since the battle that ended Kasem…and Michael. In all, 39 Yaksha and 115 Asura lost their lives. With both sides populations numbering less than 1,000, it was a noticeable blow. Neither side had lost so many in one day in over a thousand years. During those three days, much had happened. The world had slipped closer to WWIII. Chinese satellites had detected the massive destruction spell cast in the opening moments of the battle along with the Hou Yi arrow spell on radar. China accused the US of launching medium range ballistic missiles towards Chinese cities which apparently malfunctioned. One exploding its nuclear payload and another simply exploding. The US denied it of course and the UN Security Council stated that no radioactivity was detected in the region. The Asura used their influence in the Chinese government to bury the incident. However, they couldn’t stop the ultimatum that followed. The US must withdraw from North Korean soil within 48 hrs. or China will declare war. With North Korean nukes still around as most likely their government, the US refused to leave such a dangerous nation to its own devices especially after they nuked Seoul, an ally.

People raced to banks to withdraw all their money, grocery stores to stock food and water, petrol stations to fill up their cars. The older ones said they hadn’t seen such a thing since they were kids living through the Cuban Missile Crisis. Martial law, already in place due to the shrinking effect, was tightened even further. Society began to crumble under even more murder, rape, drinking, and rampant fucking. However, there was some good. Families estranged made up, people married like there was literal no tomorrow. As for those closer to home…

Kanya was beyond distraught finding out Mike had died. As only she was capable and closest to him, it was left to her to make arrangements. In the end, Kanya decided it would be best to take his body back home to Stamford Connecticut. Shrinking it down, he was buried under the rose bush right next to his mother. But that wasn’t the end to what she had to do. There was one final thing left to her by Michael. Once she told everyone what it was, Ora and Sora volunteered to do it in her place. Kanya said no as she knew the reason Mike chose her over everyone else. If someone was to kill Katie, it should be a friend. At first Kanya didn’t understand why she was chosen but thinking on it only someone with compassion and kindness to make sure a loved one would stop suffering could do it. Only a friend. This wasn’t murder, this was euthanasia. After all, would anyone want to live without a soul at the cost of taking a life every day? Nobody sane anyway. The hard part was Katie herself. Katie grieved so hard Kanya doubted she was missing a soul. Especially seeing how Katie refused to move from Mike’s grave. Kanya and probably Mike himself was set on killing her to release her from such a life but that was partly on the knowledge she had no soul. So, what about now? Ora, Alma, and Sora had stated before she had no soul and whatever mannerisms she had was pure instinct. But was grieving the loss of someone just instinct or was there more to it? They began to rethink the idea of her not having a soul, so they tested it out by connecting to her in the Astral Plane. And what they found was shocking.

Katie didn’t have a soul. She had the seed of a soul. Her interactions with Mike had created the beginnings of a soul. All souls start as seeds but to find one in a fully grown person was unheard of. Not even Kanya could kill her now regardless if it was his final request. But in the debate, nobody had bothered to ask Katie about what she wanted. Katie had been listening to the debate after their revelation. She walked right up to Kanya’s foot and tapped her big toenail. “Katie? What is it sweetie?” Kanya asked picking her up. Katie looked up at the giantess with tears coming from her eyes. “Please…please…” she begged. “Hungry? I’m sure we can donate some energy” Kanya said. Katie quickly shook her head. “Water? Real food?” Kanya asked. Katie shook her head violently and stomped her bare feet in her giant palm. “Please…please! PLEASE!” Katie yelled. Not knowing what she wanted, Kanya used her empathy magic to sense what it was. Kanya nearly dropped her as a wave of grief and sorrow swept over her. “Kanya!” Ora said steadying her. “She wants to die. She’s in so much pain” Kanya wept. “But she has a…”

“She doesn’t care! She doesn’t want to live by feeding off the life of others” Kanya said. It was bitterly clear what the decision was now. Kanya brought Katie close to her face. “We got off to a rocky start in the beginning, but I wouldn’t trade our time together for the world. Remember that time Mike had us both in a hot milk bath and he drank it with us still inside it? Or how about the time we played chess two vs. one? I was sore all next day. That giant pervert made any excuse to suck on our bodies. That…that big dummy. He…he really loved us. I love you Katie. Gimme a kiss please?” Kanya asked. Katie did kiss her as Kanya slipped her fingers behind Katie’s tiny head. As Katie pulled back smiling and crying, Kanya gripped her head and very, very quickly twisted it. With a tiny little snap, Katie was gone. “Kanya…” Ora muttered. Kanya held her hand out for her to be quiet. They watched in silence as Kanya dug a new grave with her bare hands and buried Katie next to Mike and his mother under the rose bush. Kanya sat there until nightfall and came back inside. She stood there in the middle of the living room before he let out a tortured sob and collapsed to the floor. Ora picked her up and carried her to Mike’s bedroom. An hour later Ora emerged.

“How is she?” Sora asked. Ora wiped he tears away. “I used a spell to sedate her. I fear for her sanity” Ora replied. Sora and Alma simply nodded. On the third day, Ora saw to Kanya on and off. Alma had to return to the homeland to make preparations in the event of the apocalypse. The entire world watched as the clock wound down to the deadline. Late that evening, the Empress herself appeared at Mike’s home. “We all thought you be back at the Palace readying like us” Sora said. “I was” the Empress said taking off her sandals and walking to the outside rose bush. She bowed her head in respect before coming back inside. She sat down. “30 minutes to go” she muttered looking at the clock which said 11:30 pm. "I bet the Palace is just guzzling up all that chaos energy now that Kanya’s spell wore off. “That is an understatement” she said. “Guess you’ll make out of this better than anyone” Ora said. “You think that? My royal retainer has a son in Los Angeles. My maid a daughter in Beijing. Myself? I like Netflix, Starbucks, Kentucky Fried Chicken. I like modern civilization. I have NO desire to see it go up in nuclear fire” she said. “And there’s nothing we can do to stop it” Ora said. “We could do what Kasem did, but this time shrink EVERY human. They can’t push the button if they’re four inches tall” the Empress said. They looked at her. “Kidding. I had to put it out there. But what if we went mainstream? Showed the entire world we exist. That would surely give them pause” the Empress said. “Every nation on the planet would want a Yaksha or Asura under their control if not all of them. Same outcome” Sora said. The Empress sighed. “Then there’s nothing we can do” she said.

“Of all your power, there’s not a single fucking spell to stop this?” Kanya said walking down the steps. “You’re awake” Ora said. “Can’t miss the beginning of the end. I mean who sleeps through the end of the world?” Kanya said. “If only I found that fucking Coin when his grandfather died. None of this would be happening” Ora said. “That’s it” Kanya said. “What’s it child?” Sora asked. “If Ora found the Coin. Problem was she didn’t know where it was in the house when Mike’s grandpa died. But what if she did? What if someone told her where it was? Time travel. There’s got to be a spell for that! Come on!” Kanya yelled. They all looked at one another. “Technically yes but it’s highly forbidden. Even more so than necromancy” Ora replied. “Fuck forbidden. We’re talking about the end of the world here. What could be worse than that?!” Kanya yelled. “The destruction of reality. Time spells are forbidden for a reason. Using one can create paradoxes that tear apart reality. The natural law of cause and effect would break down. Both sides agreed on this long ago for good reason after the nation of Samira incident” the Empress said. Samira? Where’s that?" Kanya asked. “Nowhere and that’s my point. Samira was a cautionary tale, and it was swallowed up by a tear in reality. Hundreds of thousands were lost” the Empress said. “Kanya. Two exact people existing at the same exact time causes a strain on reality. Adding a magic user to that would tear reality a new one. A Yaksha or Asura among this would potentially doom EVERYTHING” Ora said. “What about a human?” Kanya asked. “Far less dangerous but only one gifted in magic could make the transition without having their mind flayed by the stress” Sora replied. “So, a magic user can’t do it because it would mean two exact same magic users in the past right?” Kanya asked. They nodded. “Then send me” she said. “Didn’t you hear what I said? Two magic users in the past…”

“But in the past I wasn’t a magic user. I was still human. I’m the perfect candidate. The only candidate” Kanya said. “Technically she’s right. She only became a Yaksha after I awakened her two and a half months ago. Before that she was human with no real magic to speak of outside sensing auras” Ora said. “You can’t be serious” Sora said. They debated it until midnight. They turned on the tv and every station has the same breaking news. “CHINA DECLARES WAR ON THE UNITED STATES”. “It could begin any minute. Hell, it could’ve begun as we were arguing” Ora muttered. Sora quietly nodded. “It would take the combined efforts of the Viridian Sanctuary and the Ebon Palace to pull this off with the safest margin” the Empress said. “I’ll inform the Sages” Sora said. “And I’ll make preparations. Quickly, we’re on borrowed time as it is” the Empress said teleporting away.

Six hours later…

“I still can’t believe we’re doing this” Alma said. “Believe it. China invaded Taiwan a few hours ago and closing in on US forces in North Korea. We are down to the wire here” Sora said. “Honored Sage?” Alma asked looking at the Sage of Quintessence. She was in a curious almost manic state. “Anxiety across the world is at the tipping point. The day will end in fire” she muttered. “Come, you are needed” Alma said helping her to the center of the throne room. “This is it kiddo. Good…” Ora said hugging her before her voice broke. Kanya kissed her. “I will find you” Kanya said. Ora nodded and held her close as they took to the sky. Ora flew with her at tremendous speed using all she had to get her to the vantage point high at the edge of space. “Any moment now” Ora said telepathically as no air could carry her voice. “It’s so beautiful isn’t it?” Kanya asked. Ora sensed the magic energy coming from both sides towards them. “Yeah it is. Keep that way” Ora said letting go. Kanya was struck by positive life and negative chaos energy holding the same spell at the same time. Reality around her began to warp and suddenly Kanya felt like she was free falling. In a sense she was. She was free falling through time. Past, present, and future bled and warped around her assaulting her senses. If it wasn’t for her mind trained to use magic, her consciousness would’ve been shredded. Only her training to keep focus while she learned magics kept her sane. Even that began to wither though. She had to keep focused on her destination or something worse than insanity could occur. She could end up stranded beyond time. Just as she reached her limit, a bright light unveiled before her.

Ora was sipping tea waiting for her toenails to dry when a thunderclap shook her cabin. “Strange. The day was supposed to sunny” she thought as she looked outside to see the sky dark above her. Seconds later there was a boom that came from her driveway. Duck walking with cotton balls between her toes to her front door, she opened it to find a young woman lying in an impact crater. Ora quickly went to her and as soon as she touched her the young woman shrank to a few inches. Not knowing what to do other than be shocked, she carried the young woman into her cabin.

She saw homes and shops looted and on fire. She was with Ora somewhere as people around her cried and ran through the streets. Then an odd sound like a low-pitched whirl came from overhead. Kanya looked up to see a descending contrail then a horrible flash of light. A mushroom cloud ascended into the air as people screamed. A fiery wave of death came for her. She watched as Ora’s flesh was burned before her eyes. Kanya screamed and then nothing. “Whoa there!” Ora said sitting next to her. Kanya looked around and then to Ora. It had been just a vivid nightmare she realized. She was small and laying in the expansive bed inside Ora’s bedroom. “ORA!” Kanya cried hugging her giant finger tightly sobbing. “You know who I am?” Ora asked. The question caught Kanya by surprise. “Of course, I…oh. The date. What’s the date?” Kanya asked. “Tuesday” Ora replied. “The exact date!” Kanya yelled. “April 23, 2022” Ora replied confused. “Five months. It worked. It worked!” Kanya yelled. “What worked? Who are you?” Ora asked. Kanya looked up at the giantess. “My name’s Kanya and there’s a LOT I have to tell you” she replied.

Kanya told Ora everything that transpired. Mike inheriting the Coin, kidnapping Katie, her, other women, who was sealed within the Coin, and what occurred when Kasem was set free. At first, Ora didn’t believe any of it especially the part where she reconciled with her mother, but Kanya told her things Ora never told anyone else. Extremely painful things. “Why…why would I tell you that?” Ora asked. “Let’s just say our relationship was more than teacher and student” Kanya blushed. Ora was convinced Kanya was telling the whole truth now. The most important truth Kanya told however was the location of the Coin at that moment. Kanya led Ora right to it. Hidden in a shoebox in Mike’s grandfather’s attic was the Coin and various other damnable evidence. “He just recently passed. I couldn’t find the damn thing because a spell was cloaking it from me. If it wasn’t for you I’d never had found it” Ora said. “I know and there’s more” Kanya said. They spent two days cleaning out the house of any evidence of what Mike’s grandfather had done. They had time as Kanya knew Mike was still at Fort Lee in Virginia going through the discharge process before coming home. That would be April 31st.

The journal, the shrunken memorials behind the wall panel, the shrunken cars, videotapes, clothing, the shrunken corpse tangled in the spider web, even Mike’s mother’s grave was removed. Kanya didn’t like doing the last bit, but it raises too many questions if one day Mike pulled up the rose bush to find a four-inch human skeleton underneath. Once the job was done, Kanya looked over the living room one final time. “I’m sure we got everything” Ora said. “Except my memories. It wasn’t all bad here. And I…I miss them so much” Kanya said crying. Ora hugged her. You can’t interact with them here. It’s too dangerous to reality" Ora said. Kanya nodded as Ora led her out of the house and carefully locked it back. In time, Mike returned home and in this timeline never found the Coin, never shrunk Katie or Kanya, never kidnapped women or ate them. But also, never helped them either. It would be something that weighed on Kanya’s mind.

Two weeks later…

“I should not have let you talk me into this. Just being this close is dangerous. I’m going to get into trouble with the Sages…and mom if they find out” Ora said. “Hey, you’re back in their good graces thanks to me because you turned over the Coin to them. I won’t fuck it up for you I swear. I just need to see if he’s okay” Kanya said sipping her latte. Kanya and Ora were sitting outside at a patio table in front of a coffee shop watching Mike. “You love him that much?” Ora asked. “There were times I could see the traumatized little boy inside him. I wanted so much to fix that. In the end he gave his life to save all of us. I’m worried now that he’ll be all alone. He was so happy with Katie” Kanya whispered. Ora looked at him closer. “Some things happen if they’re meant to happen. It’s just the way of things” Ora said. A few minutes passed. Mike began to get up. “Let’s go” Ora said. Just as they got up, a young woman bumped into Mike spilling her iced coffee. “Well I’ll be damned” Kanya said recognizing the woman as Katie herself. Katie and Mike quickly apologized to one another, and Mike held her hand as he brought her back in to get another coffee. Kanya watched as both smiled and laughed at one another. Kanya smiled warmly and followed Ora to her car. They got in and Ora started it. “Oh! Turn it up! I like this song!” Kanya said. Ora turned up the music…

(Authors note: the song is Bones by Imagine Dragons)

“Gimme, gimme, gimme some time to think. I’m in the bathroom looking at me. Face in the mirror is all I need…ooh. Wait until the reaper takes my life. Never gonna get me out alive. I will live a thousand million lives…ooh. My patience is waiting. Is this entertaining? Our patience is waiting. Is this entertaining?”

Ora puts the car in gear and drives off…

“I got this feeling, yeah you know. Where I’m losing all control cause there’s magic in my bones. I got this feeling in my soul. Go ahead and throw your stones cause there’s magic in my bones…”

Their car is driving onto the highway…

“Playing with a stick of dynamite. There was never gray in black and white. There was never wrong till there was right…ooh oh. Feeling like a boulder hurtling. Seeing all the vultures circling. Burning in the flames I’m working in. Turning in a bed that’s darkening. My patience is waiting. Is this entertaining? Our patience is waiting. Is this entertaining?”

Pan upwards from the car…

“I got this feeling, yeah you know. Where I’m losing all control cause there’s magic in my bones. I got this feeling in my soul. Go ahead and throw your stones cause there’s magic in my bones…”

“Cause there’s magic in my bones…”

                      THE END