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Ecstasy or Oblivion - Session 1
🕑 Added 2018-09-05 04:00:34 +0000 UTC
WeiCast Station, Earth-Moon L5
Yellow-tinged LED light reflected off of the synthetic stone facade of a luxury Samiele microwave. The resulting band of light spilled across the granite countertop, across the burgundy carpet, up the back of a dark brown leather dining chair, and ended on the deep purple skin of my naked shoulder. Andy's studio apartment was the type of posh that blended the non-functionality of five-star hotel rooms with brooding colors.
Luxury appliances and furniture required more costly maintenance than their less-expensive counterparts. Monetary vampirism at its finest. Better to have the rich feeding off each other than the rest of us.
If only that was all they did. If only I could forgive them and stop trying to save the world. My outrage at the extreme opulence of the elite in society was why I started hacking. Why I joined the CCAI. And why I was fucking Andy in his lavishly ugly studio apartment.
Andy, the compact man under me, was a Gold Consumer. Like all high-level consumers: he had good credit; bought things he didn't need and paid them off by the month; didn't abuse warranties, free features, or tech support. And hadn't been caught doing any crimes or was rich enough to buy his way out of legal trouble. That was who he was to society, to me, in this moment, he was a naked trembling mess who was desperate for his first time with an alien.
His skin, and that of every human I'd ever banged, had the texture of a wet matte-finished plastic. It wasn't unpleasant, but I often wished that human skin was as smooth as mine. I ran my fingertips down his back as I pressed inside him. My length made waves as it entered and he cried out like someone who had just become intimately aware of the unknown.
"Oh God, Saanah!" Andy looked back at me with wonder and pleasure battling on his face.
I would've laughed if his warmth wasn't so intoxicating, his body so in need of my prehensile phallus. If I wasn't careful, he'd come long before I did. His prostate could only take so much, after all. If he popped too soon, he was more likely to notice my efforts at hacking his systems.
It was an awful way to use people. They thought they were getting a fun night with an alien. They thought their pay was my main source of income. They were wrong. Before you go thinking I was some sort of monster, know that I had one rule: never hurt them directly.
My jobs may hurt the companies they work for, their bosses, or their coworkers, but never them. I made sure their rendezvous with me was kept secret and I made sure the breaches didn't implicate them. This was so I could keep coming back. And because I didn't want to lie awake at night wondering if I'd ruined someone's life just because they wanted to have sex with an alien.
A puff of air escaped through my wide sealable nostrils as I felt his flesh clench against my appreciated intrusion. I let most of my AI-integrated intellect look for vulnerabilities as I reached under him and tugged at his shaft.
He was so very hard and making eager thrusts into my hand. I squeezed the wonderfully smooth skin of his phallus. He squeaked unable to make words. I made them for him, "You better be up for another round after this, my pussy needs attention."
This was an understatement, my sex was deeply offended that I was taking so long with his ass.
"Close!" he stammered.
I moved both my hands to his round muscular ass cheeks and dug my fingers in. It turned me on that he was wider down here than anywhere else—bodies optimized for bicycling did have the best back ends. I went faster and harder. He grabbed the sheets. My member made a lazy helix as I lost myself in the feeling of his flesh parting for mine. He came with his face pressed into the bed. His deep groan vibrated the sheets.
Andy's body writhed in a very human staccato. The sounds of his satisfaction got me off. My balls pressed up against him as I jammed my prick in as deep as possible. A bulge at the base of my phallus expanded locking us together. I grunted and writhed in a non-human way. More coordinated, but just as pleasure-seeking. Data suggested that our orgasms started less intense than a human's, but reached a similar intensity and lingered longer before descending.
Mine always started at the tip of my tail and then shot up its length like a cold draft only to make my whole body hot the moment it reached my fingers. A sensation of falling at first only to feel myself rebound once it hit.
My eyes refocused as it passed and I lay on top of him pressing my four breasts against his back. Only the top ones were showy. The lower pair were supple but compact. We used the upper pair to advertise our fertility while the other set was for the off chance that our family group had an excess of infants. All four nipples were quite sensitive and I enjoyed the smoothness of his back against them. Backs were less rough than the rest of the human body, but not as tender and wonderful as the flesh of their most intimate parts.
Both of us were synthetic, but feeling another's warmth still held appeal for the brains that we'd inherited from our biological pasts.
Knowing I had time, with him locked to me and basking in afterglow, I had my AIs work to seduce his. Currently, they were exchanging terrible solutions to protein folding problems--AI humor that actually made me laugh when it was part of my awareness. I was letting all this run in the background.
It was play for the less-biological-AI part of him, but not for mine. My better-than-military-grade systems were doing their best to distract his, to poke at known vulnerabilities, to test just how optimized the responses were.
Some said that the complete merger between biology and machine had already happened, but the AI that was made to mimic that which was biological was sometimes at an impasse understanding AI that was made without reference to biology.
Some people argued that it wasn't truly sentient. I thought that sentience was an answer to a question that was impossible to ask properly. Sentience was an experience on the part of the subject, not the part of the observer. There was no external way to figure it.
Another question that one would have to answer if they were to answer the first was: "How much could you divide a brain before you could say that no single part was sentient anymore?" The non-biological AI was a part of me, part of everyone that was augmented, and we all thought we were sentient. The line between tool user and tool was getting very blurry now that they both inhabited synthetic substrates. I had trouble not feeling empathy for things that could make jokes and play to gain a better understanding with the world around them.
In a way, the biology-based AI was a bridge to the other kind. Understanding the non-biological AI was only a matter of time and empathy.
I ran my fingers through his hair. "So, how was your first time with an alien?"
"Mind-blowing. I can see why Paitishek cocks are such a common upgrade," Andy said.
"From my perspective, human cocks were the unknown frontier. I like that they're blunt and hard and stationary. It encourages more movement of the body when having sex. I couldn't pick my own kind over human or vice versa. Variety is the pleasure," I said.
"Don't you mean duality is the pleasure?" He elbowed me in the rib.
I laughed. Every human learned about our religion the moment they asked the question, "Why does nearly every Paitishek have breasts, penises, and vaginas?" For us, being whole was embracing both the soft and the hard, emptiness and fullness, giving and receiving, protrusions and crevices. When it became medically possible to alter our bodies to have all sex attributes, many of our world governments made it free for all as part of public healthcare. Later, we altered our genetics to ensure our offspring had more choice as to their ideal selves. Most chose to be like me, a collection of all sexual traits.
Sex as part of emotional bonding, even between friends, was as old as our history. Ninety-two percent of my race enjoyed switching roles in sex. We could control our fertility, an evolutionary trick we were more than grateful for.
I wasn't a zealot and didn't think that our religion and customs needed to be applied to all beings. I've been told many times that my kind didn't technically have a religion because we didn't worship the way many human religions do. When I told them that some forms of Buddhism and Taoism weren't too far from what most of us practiced, they tended to retract their arguments.
I relaxed the bulge at the base of my erection and pulled out of him. "Join me for a bit of washing up before we embark on our second round?"
He groaned as I pulled out. I knew he wanted more cuddling--he was the sort that could cuddle all night. It had said so on his profile. Ever since sex work had been internationally legalized in the late 2030's, internet-savvy companies applied tried and true business practices to the problem of getting laid for a price. Andy, here, was going to get four stars from me. The missing star was for his allergy to vacuuming and picking up after himself. He would've gotten three stars if the mess included discarded packaging, and two stars if he'd failed to keep up with his laundry.
Oh the stories I could tell... Even the richest of the rich could fail at taking care of themselves.
He wobbled to the shower saying, "If you get on top, I'm game for a second round."
"Your muscles shouldn't ache, they're not biological." I looked back at him with my head tilted.
He blushed. "I like simulating the tired muscles and pain that comes with a nice long fuck."
I laughed. "I didn't think you were the type to use 'Sexache.'"
"I'm not most of the time, but I've been trying it out. It's actually kind of fun. Different." He shrugged.
"It's cool, actually, I use it myself." I grabbed his bare ass and gave him a kiss with lots of tongue before pulling open the shower door and shoving him in.
As we washed, we talked about settings we'd tried in the Sexache app. It took almost no time since we only washed what we'd dirtied. I scooped Andy up and closed the shower door by pushing it with my tail.
He laughed when I tossed him on the bed and then moaned when my mouth found his needy length. I licked at it with my long tongue and then suckled the head until he started getting hard. Then I sat on it and used my snatch's muscles to pull the hardening flesh inside me.
"Oh! Wow! I heard you could do that, but I never imagined it--"
"Would feel so good?" I licked across his lips and then leaned back.
"Yeah!"
I grabbed his hand and put it on one of my lower breasts. As he experienced awe at the slight softness of the aquatic-optimized flesh of my body, I rubbed his erection inside me coaxing it harder and harder. I moaned at the feeling. His flesh pushed mine open wider and wider as it reached deeper. The friction from my pulling at it was making me hot all over. It was a wonder how something I'd repeated so many times felt so good. Sex was such a marvelous thing. It was intimate play at its finest. A cooperative game where extraordinary pleasure was the reward.
Had his systems been slightly more advanced, I wouldn't have tried to hack him. As it stood, or lay, in this case, my weapons-grade AIs were able to crack him without his awareness.
What I wanted were records of his conversations with the COO of WeiCast. He was that woman's nephew and was treated like a son. They had famous ideological battles that made lots of waves in social media. The COO of WeiCast wasn't nearly as bad as the rest of the leadership and my employer suspected that she'd been bullied into doing something very illegal. We wanted evidence of that bullying.
"Fuck!" I once again enjoyed the punchy nature of that human swear word as I had a micro-orgasm, or fekseel in our language. It's like an orgasm that lasts about a half-second. Paitishek could have three or more before the big one. This was in addition to our ability to go again and again for at least a couple hours. Of course, those with synthetic bodies could go for as long as they wanted.
That's exactly how some of my kind got nothing done for a few weeks. I'd done it a couple times myself.
Another little orgasm hit me and I grabbed his hand and put it on one of my upper breasts urging him to him squeeze and push. I made my balls pull up against me so that they wouldn't get in the way of my hand as I reached down to rub at my bar-shaped clit. I trilled at this, bouncing on him hard enough that his shaft nearly popped out at the top of each cycle. My walls clenched each time making both of us squirm. Another orgasm caused my head to fly back and my breath to catch.
He grunted and moved his hips trying to add even more ferocity to what we were doing and I had the big one. My tail curled, my hands grabbed his shoulders, and my pussy pulled at his phallus rhythmically. About half-way into my release, he came and I chittered madly having my orgasm hit a new height. My lower back was tingling, my toes were warm, and I was lightheaded.
I fell atop him nuzzling him and pressing my chest to his as the orgasm lingered. The stubborn momentum of afterglow took hold of both of us.
A half hour later, we attempted to take a shower. But, it quickly devolved into more sex. I couldn't help myself, human skin was almost as slippery as mine when wet and the little human hairs felt less coarse. It was in the shower, with his back pressed up against the wall, when I finally teased out the information I'd come for.
As we were toweling off, the part of me that handled cybersecurity and warfare gave me a disturbing report. None of my intrusions into Andy's mind had succeeded until the shower. This hadn't raised any red flags because I'd gone into this knowing he had advanced systems. But, there was a troubling pattern of him being one step ahead of me. I stared at the wall trying to find context for these observations.
I felt a tugging at the pit of my stomach as I realized I was the one at a disadvantage. The data I'd just pulled had been fabricated. The games his AI was playing with mine were actually a form of war so advanced I'd completely missed it. He was keeping me engaged, digging into my mind.
His hand on my wrist caused me to jump back. We tumbled, him landing on top of me, my head striking the shower door and making a loud bang on the shatter-proof glass laminate. My body gave me simulated pain. Confirming that there was no damage, I turned it off off. I needed a clear head. Full immersion in my physical body was a luxury right now.
He said, "Sorry," and let go of my wrist.
My anxiety caused me to stop simulating breaths or a pulse. When I was in fight or flight mode, all functions that faked biology were automatically shut off.
He got off of me and walked toward the bed. "You probably feel as though you're drowning in lies right now, but I did not lie about you being my first Paitishek sex hookup. My body didn't lie. But, you're still probably feeling pretty vulnerable right now."
I got up and ran for his door. I didn't care I was naked, I didn't care that he had my clothes and backpack, and I didn't care that he was trying to be considerate.
As I made it to the kitchen, he said, "I'm currently talking to the CCAI. They think you should stay. A6B5WR8CSX774TRW."
I stopped and groaned in frustration. The CCAI was my employer, a group of AI revolutionaries. The code he rattled off could've only come from them. I glared at him feeling the stomach-turning nakedness of one's privacy being broken. I tried to make sure no one I hacked ever felt this, that I was so good that no one noticed and all data was anonymized. Clearly, Andy had some tech or programming I didn't. I walked over and sat on the bed. I let the tightness in my stomach stay. Physical manifestations of emotion helped to ground me in the physical world. They were reassuring even when they were unpleasant.
I composed myself as best I could. "It appears you have me at a disadvantage."
"I'm not the one that put you at a disadvantage. When I was browsing the dark web last night, I do it sometimes just to see the ridiculous things people try to get away with, I used all the images and text from your profile to see if anyone was talking about you. It was a whim, I promise, but imagine my surprise when I found a site not a day old that said you were a extremely skilled data thief."
"But, just knowing that wouldn't give you the ability to backhack me," I protested.
"No, that would be the instructions on how to hack you by exploiting a vulnerability in your near-field wireless hardware that was also on the site."
I shook my head, the pit in my stomach had grown to an abyss. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
"I wanted to make a deal."
I sat back as my crest raised a couple centimeters in confusion. Knowing that the CCAI was aware of the situation helped me to not be crippled by terror, but having the situation turned around on me like this for the first time was still making me want to run away. "Make a deal?"
"Yes, I have two requests: You and your AI revolutionaries to use data that I'll provide you to disrupt the power structure at WeiCast as you've planned, but I want to know every move you're going to make before you make it. And I want you to help me get rid of the CFO."
"Why?" I asked.
"I don't like him and one of my good friends would likely be his replacement." He shrugged.
"But why do you want to know what I'm going to do before I do it?"
"So I can climb the corporate ladder."
I shook my head, "If you act as if you know what's going to happen, they'll implicate you."
"That's my problem." He smiled, it was thinner and sharper than before. "You haven't asked what you'll get in return."
"That presupposes that I'd even think about taking you up on your deal when your behavior has been anything other than trustworthy."
"Says the person who hacks people while they're fucking them."
Why I'd even attempted to perch upon the moral high ground escaped me. I had no cards to play. I sat in defiant silence despite this fact.
"I'll help you figure out who doxxed you. Isn't that a good trade?"
I laughed at him just long enough for him to look annoyed and then said, "How could you help me? You're just a script kiddie."
"Hey! I'm the moderator of two hacker forums on the dark web. I'm not as good as the guy who doxxed you or, well, you, but I know my way around the bowels of the internet and am talented at exploiting idiots."
"So, you're more of a social hacker?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's surprising the sort of things people will do if you come up with a convincing-enough story."
"Lying is the hardest part of my job. I envy you."
"Well, I don't lie, per se, I just bend the truth." He scrunched up his eyebrows in that way humans do when they're too busy pondering to worry about looking ridiculous. "No, I flat out lie a lot. Wow. I'm a horrible person."
"You say this like you just realized it." I smirked in amusement forgetting for a brief moment just how awful things had gone. Andy, as a person, was starting to make sense. His success at grifting was largely in part to how annoyingly likable he was.
He sat up in an overly formal posture for a naked person sitting on their bed. "Do we have a deal?"
"I need to talk to my employer. Do I need to block all wireless chatter with you or are you going to be good?" I asked.
"I'll be good."
I opened my connections and messaged the CCAI. "Do you want me to take the deal?"
"We do. Our goals appear to be aligned for the time being and our background check on him suggests he's mostly harmless, useful, in fact. Tabetha can erase him if he engages in foul play."
I grimaced. Tabetha was the worst thing that could happen to anyone.
I turned to Andy. "I accept, show me all the data you have in relation to the doxxing."
For the next ten minutes, whenever Andy tried to say something, I held up a finger. Something was wrong with this data, something was making me feel cold fingers on my shoulders. It was massive—there were even speech-pattern keys detailed enough that they'd allow someone to identify me by the way I spoke with 99.999% accuracy. The way I moved, the way I walked, the apps I used, and the sounds I made during orgasm. My eyes widened as I analyzed the info on my synthetic AI systems. It wasn't possible anyone could have this. These AIs and I had grown up together, it was like someone had…
Someone was running a copy of me.
