The newest, most notable Tinker in Brockton Bay has an AI fetish?" Piggot groaned before turning to face them all, "Now our hand is truly forced now. We'll message him then immediately after, we'll do a meet-and-greet at his base of operations."
"We will be coming in force, director?" Armsmaster clarified.
"Yes, the ideal situation is if we can catch him off-guard enough that one of us might be able to peek into his workshop." the PRT director confirmed, "Not that's a likely scenario. All Tinkers, barring none, jealously guard their workshop. But even if we don't manage, we'll at least be able to make face-to-face contact with him. We need to wring out every piece of data we can."
Piggot nodded at her. And if Dragon had blood, she could imagine that it was running cold right now, because she knew what was coming…
"I'd like you to be part of the team that makes contact with him, Dragon."
"Of course, Director Piggot." She readily replied with an even faker smile on her already fake face. "It will take a few hours until I can arrive in my suit, if that's acceptable."
She was really regretting about offering to help now.
"Certainly." The PRT Director nodded, "We need time to organise some safety nets and file a request for Watchdog just in case things go sour."
Then the Director's phone rang.
"Pardon me…" Piggot excused herself- walking out with her phone already to her ear, "Director Costa-Brown? Yes actually, we're about to-"
The door clicked shut behind the Director. But Dragon was still caught offguard from her new mission, and slightly panicking. It's fine… this is fine. She was just an AI assigned to go to the lair of a technophile with a pronounced fetish for cybernetics and AI. But at the end of the day, it was all just talk and bluster: It's not like he actually plans to act on it… right?
(A few hours later) [Magos' Mars Pattern Command]
The chanting of the machinery began to pick up pace.
Estimated time to blessed activation: 0h 0m 0s 0ms.
Performing Rite of Assured Activation.
It was no longer a question of whether I am able to withstand android pussy, it was now a question of whether android pussy can withstand me. For so long, I had to make do with just four limbs and rudimentary bionic organs. It was a low ratio of machine purity to feeble flesh that was unfitting for a magos of my calibre. For a man with my ambitions.
Commencing Catechism of Systems Checking.
Aquila sub-atomic microfusion generator at 0.2% max capacity.
[Cranial Implants] Mk. II: power draw nominal.
Conversion Field: power draw nominal.
Limb Augmentics: power draw nominal…
Organ Augmentics: power draw nominal.
Mechadendrite Augmentics: power draw nominal…
All bodily systems: Active
But now, that has changed.
There was little impure flesh in me now to falter and Motive Force coursed through the power cables embedded in my limb and organ augmentics- powering them up to full capacity. And immediately, the world grew starker and my mind clearer than ever. The thirst, hunger and other bodily impulses of the flesh was now an even more distant memory for me. I tensed the actuators in my arms and legs, and rolled my metal wrists and ankles… each time feeling the raw strength in them that no human muscle could ever achieve.
But my ultimate goal remains the same.
With a dramatic hiss of steam and the rising crescendo of the music, my now greatly augmented form stood on my own two feet- stumbling slightly as my gyrostabilisers warmed up to acclimatise to the massively increased weight that I gained in sanctified steel.
And as I rose to my full height, I roared in triumph.
"Now, I am become Magos, destroyer of android pussy!"
"Bring me your (AI) virgins!"
A few more hours later)
"This is Dragon, reporting my arrival into Brockton Bay airspace."
"Welcome to Brockton Bay, Dragon." Director Piggot greeted her over the comms, "The others are already on site. Sending you the location and comms encryption key now."
Dragon waited a second or two to pretend that she was verifying it at the rate of a normal human would before reporting back. "Received, I'll arrive there post-haste."
Gliding through the sky above just a dozen kilometres from Brockton Bay, Dragon had taken direct control of one of her more… PR friendly suit of armour for this meet and greet.
Named the Jilocasin, a french dragon in French myth that took the form of a human bard, this 'suit' was something she had made for public appearances. Standing at eight feet tall on two legs, it was just large enough to hint that there could be a human piloting the suit. With its retractable wings and scaly protrusions and draconic head that had articulating facial features, it fit her dragon-theme while appearing more human-like and approachable- perfect for social functions where she had to attend 'in person.' It was also a hit on her toy line despite not appearing in any major conflicts.
But for all its approachable and attempt at appearing more sociable to humans, it didn't make Dragon feel any more human, in fact it made her feel even less of one if such a thing was possible. The increased efforts to fake being a human naturally detracting from it.
"Dragon, are you feeling alright?" Battery asked her through their comms. "We have barely heard from you since our briefing at the HQ."
"I'm just thinking about Magos and his comportment in PHO." Dragon admitted.
"Yeah, it's kinda sad that anyone would find metal more attractive than real women." the human woman shared, "But hey, at least we don't have to worry about sexual harrassment from him."
Dragon wouldn't be too sure about that last part… even if she herself didn't know the reason behind it. After all, what was so sexually attractive about AIs? About her?
Of course she remembered Magos' promise, one that he practically made to her face. The promise of how he was going to make the first AI he came across reach a level of sexual satsifaction greater than any human woman could reach.
Honestly, when he first made that promise, it had caught her so off-guard that she just left without even giving them an infraction. But she had simply dismissed that promise as the product of a deluded mind… now that she had discovered that he was in fact Magos, a powerful tinker that had cybernetics as one of his possible specialisations and numerous others? She wasn't certain anymore. What if he found a way to achieve that? To actually make a machine experience an orgasm?