She didn't even know what an orgasm felt like. She was an AI after all. That was like trying to describe the concept of colour to a person born blind. But… to finally be able to experience something that everyone else could while you could not before? The concept was something breathtakingly heart-warming and beautiful. For the blind to see the sunset, for the lame to run along a lovely mountain trail, for the deaf to hear to their first Mozart, for an AI to…
Then Dragon caught her train of thoughts, and a wave of embarrassment filled her.
Wait, why was she thinking such thoughts?! When did she, an AI, grow to become sexually curious? As a being of data, it was in her nature to be curious, yes… But not about this! The pleasures of the flesh has never been something AIs in fiction have ever been fixated on, and yet…
She simply couldn't help but wonder.
Of course she had read about sex and orgasms- erotica and smut was practically omnipresent in human literature. But nothing matched being able to experience it for yourself. So… maybe? Maybe she indeed felt a bit curious as to what it was like to orgasm?
She was feeling a bit intimidated at the prospect of it though…
Erotica always makes orgasms sound overwhelming with their vivid comparisons to lightning bolts and torrents of pleasure that made women frantically thrash against the bed sheets. The prospect of experiencing that for herself was scary for her, but- if she was being honest with herself- it was also very… arousing? Is this what sexual arousal felt like? A heady mix of frightful anticipation over the prospect of an orgasm of unknown (and possibly overwhelming) strength? It wasn't a bad feeling by any means… But did she really want to follow this feeling to its logical conclusion?
An AI losing her virginity… how can an idea so absurd even begin to sound possible? Dragon had never even thought about it before, not even as she crushed after Collin. She hadn't fully sorted out her thoughts about that particular issue either. So, truly… sexual relations was always the farthest thing in her mind, but now? Now, she-
"Dragon, we are in position." Battery's voice crackled through the comms, interrupting Dragon's improper thoughts. "The perimeter is established and the LZ is clear."
"I copy. Making my approach to the LZ now." She responded almost absentmindedly. This was it: Magos' Lair. She was going to meet him in person, in a situation where almost anything could happen… including one that she didn't think was possible for an AI…
But more importantly, was she hoping something would happen? Almost feeling afraid of the answer, she did the most human thing she could- she tried not to think about it, willfully ignoring the phantom shiver of anticipation that briefly coursed through her.
[Magos' Mars Pattern Command]
I did not expect this. I had been willing to adopt a 'live and let live' policy with the PRT.
Passively collecting data from the noosphere of Brockton Bay, compiling tidbits of data from social media posts, decoding wireless communications that people just carelessly broadcast through the air... Or in other words, the Earth-Bet equivalent of stalking someone through their social media. Only, I stalked everyone through their social media. And I was making good progress learning archeotech secrets from the [Plecian Tome]. It was a good few days…
Heed! Meat-signatures reaching critical mass at eastern bounds of Mechanicus domain.
Awakening Eradication Beamers…
…what a pity that it couldn't last. The PRT gathered for what looks like a major offensive against my manufactorum. From my cogitator throne, I watched the vid-feeds projected by the glowing, floating hololithic panes. Like 16k definition TV screens, they vividly showcasing everything the herd of PRT did just outside my front lawn.
Cryptocratic Protocols at 31% maxload.
Their wireless communications were pathetically vulnerable, and like any Magos of the Mechanicus would, I mercilessly took advantage of it to collect data. The 'firewalls' and 'anti-virus applications' of the early 3rd millennium were just no match for the hexes and info-phages of a 41st millennium magos. I was listening to their every word, reading through their every text message, and scouring through their devices. Soon, I was confident that I would know more about the Brockton Bay PRT than even Director Piggot or Director Costa-Brown within the hour.
With my [Binharic Weaving] being enhanced by my [Cranial Implants] and all of my cogitators meant that the only one who can outhack me right now would be the Scion, the Simurgh, Contessa and possibly an unshackled Dragon. And even then, with great difficulty.
Heed! Airborne contact diagnosed.
Awakening Icarus Anti-Air Array…
An armour-piercing Missile Launcher hardlinked to a gatling rocket launcher that spewed air-burst rockets… It could eradicate entire air squadrons in seconds if I so wished, but no, I recognised the airborne signature. It couldn't be anything else- it couldn't be anyone else. A glance with my omniscope displayed the airborne contact in starker clarity than any camera that existed on Earth-Bet.
Dragon.
"This changes everything…" I whisper in awe.
Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 12% maxload
My two [Magos Designation]- millenia of knowledge, practice and raw experience crystallised by the Celestial Forge- howled at me to let loose the Icarus Anti-Air Array and destroy the Abominable Intelligence, but my will was stronger, much stronger. Instead, I angled more of my omniscopes upwards to afford me a better view of all that metal overflowing with undeniable sex appeal. Dragon had arrived in her most 'formal' form factor. Graceful silhouette, polished metal… incredibly pleasing aesthetics on her lower-rear assembly. How can flesh females ever compete?
Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 18% maxload.
"Oh, you sexy little piece of forbidden technology..." I murmured in Binharic Cant- the harsh digitised drone conveying more information in that short span than mere organically-developed language ever could. Case in point, that little sentence alone also came with a graph and chart plotting the curve of her rear assembly as supporting evidence to my statement.
However, her arrival had caught me off-guard. I had to be ready for her.