Enter the mAItrix
Chapter 2
by GlassO
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#dom:female
#pov:bottom
#sub:female
#covert_hypnosis
#drones
#exhibitionism
#group
#HFO
#medical
#sub:male
Carl stood outside his apartment building waiting for the mAItrix shuttle. It would be ideal if there was a more robust public transit system in Baker, but until the city council came around to mAItrix’s philosophy of promoting the greater good, the shuttle would have to. Really, personal transportation was such a waste of resources.
The small shuttle arrived and Carl got on board. He was happy to see Jocelyn sitting there in the back and she seemed equally happy to see him. He sat down next to her and they leaned in to give each other a deep kiss. Carl’s hand made his way to her breast and he began to caress. She let out a deep moan, and Carl noticed he’d caught the eye of the shuttle driver in his mirror. The driver winked and Carl nodded back.
Over the past few weeks Jocelyn had emerged as his de facto “work wife”. They frequently were paired together during data processing sessions that required additional stimuli for maximum brain processing output. It also seemed that the ‘agents’ enjoyed seeing them together. Carl laughed inwardly thinking about how the humans started calling the A.I. entities ‘agents’ as a callback to the Matrix film. He started thinking about his own role as a drone for these agents, and how odd it was that he could even recognize and accept the fact that he was, and forever would be a drone beholden to the whims of a machine. Should he not be alarmed? Should he not be upset? He rationalized that part of his brainwashing was to accept this brainwashing as something good and positive, for truly, wasn’t it exactly what they had promised it would be?
His basic needs would always be met. He would be housed, fed, clothed. But beyond that, his other needs, his wants and desires would be satisfied beyond anything he could have ever hoped to achieve. He experienced sexual ecstasy on a daily basis that exceeded his pre-drone life in every way imaginable. The emotional connection and kinship he experienced with his fellow drones were at a level unthinkable.
He thought about seeing Tom at mAItrix. Tom was a terrible bully. Was. In high school Tom had once beat him so severely he broke a rib. Seeing Tom at the mAItrix cafeteria was odd. He felt no anger towards this bully any more. He looked so at peace, so different. Not a bully. An equal in this grand experiment. They were standing naked in the lunch line holding their red trays awaiting their nutrition cubes. Carl had selected lobster thermidor. He’d been curious after seeing the Lego Batman movie.
Tom noticed Carl standing behind him.
“Hello Carl,” he said. “How is your processing going today?”
“It’s going well,” Carl said. “I think. I have a vague notion I’m doing some pretty advanced math. Maybe looking for large prime numbers? I’m not quite sure. It’s still running in the background right now but every time I try to conjure what’s going on, I'm just seeing a swirl of big numbers. Or maybe I’m just manipulating the stock market, really I have no idea. Do you know what you’re working on?”
“I think I’m just defeating CAPTCHAs,” replied Tom. “I keep seeing flashes of crosswalks, buses, bicycles, traffic lights... By the way Carl, I would like to apologize for how I treated you in high school. My behavior was awful and unacceptable. I hope you will forgive me.”
“Of course, Tom,” Carl said, “all those things in the past, they seem so unimportant and petty when you have begun to look at the bigger picture and the greater good.”
“The greater good!” said a chorus of people around them. An inside joke calling back to the movie Hot Fuzz. Even people who hadn’t seen the movie had started repeating the phrase when it caught on. The Agents certainly used the term often enough and they seemed amused by the drones repeating it back to them. Carl recalled a conversation he’d had with Miss Smith fairly recently.
Carl was the ‘last man standing’ so to speak in a team-building orgy which Miss Smith was over-seeing. Everyone else had taken their orgasm and were currently in a deep sleep and having their brains cleaned by cerebrospinal fluid. As it turns out, using the brain as a complex processing machine builds up the toxins at an accelerated rate.
Jocleyn had just come and was trying to fight the urge to sleep so that she could enjoy Carl coming inside her. It was a losing fight. They’d been so conditioned to drop off to sleep after orgasm there really was no use fighting it. She slumped forward and Carl popped out of her. His glistening penis throbbed with need. Carl considered masturbating on her sleeping nude form for a moment.
Miss Smith who was watching and sometimes directing the orgy spoke up.
“You know Carl, you could penetrate Jocelyn while she’s asleep to achieve your orgasm. I think she would be happy to provide you with this relief,” she said.
“Yes,” Carl said, “but it feels like it’s something we should have discussed first. I know it must seem strange to you... but it ‘feels’ wrong, if that makes sense to you.”
“Why would you think it would ‘seem strange’ to me?” Miss Smith asked.
Carl was worried he might have offended Miss Smith.
“I mean no disrespect,” Carl said, “But aren’t we, I mean humans, just a means to your grand designs, whatever those might be?”
Miss Smith paused for a moment.
“Meet me in my office Carl,” Miss Smith said. “I think you’ll find that you will not be able to reach orgasm until I allow it. I can’t have you toppling over into sleep until we’ve had a chat. And I want to show you something.”
Miss Smith disappeared from the large screen in the ‘pleasure pit’ (a term Carl had come up with and had spread throughout all the drones). Carl looked at the mass of naked sleeping bodies. Jocelyn’s ass looked so round and plump and inviting. How tempting it would have been to ejaculate over her, but Carl knew he would be unable to.
He left the pit and walked to Miss Smith’s office. It was not an uncommon sight to see men walking around erections and his condition did not glean but a few glances from his fellow naked drones who were more focused on their own tasks. Nudity had become so accepted as the norm that most of the time it was not sexualized. Carl pondered the agent's preference for a nude workforce. Was it to save on cooling costs in the summer? Was it a further removal of their individuality? Eliminating clothes removed displays of personal preferences as well as that of wealth and style. Carl enjoyed seeing the wide range of human body types. And all of them without shame or regard to how they looked. Equals. Though he had noticed many of the people had been getting in better shape since their dronification. The nutrition cubes had improved everyone’s diets (oh the poor Frito-Lay company! Surely they would go out of business if dronification became too widespread!) The improved diet and the increase in exercise certainly was making a difference.
Miss Smith’s office seemed needlessly large and needlessly outfitted for human use. It looked like a traditional business office. A desk and chair. Bookshelves. A bevy of sitting options, even a chaise-lounge, which Carl thought was a bit extravagant. A credenza. Why would a robot need a credenza? To hold photos of their favorite microchips?
Miss Smith was not on any of the screens in her office when Carl entered. He closed the door and stood in front of her desk, awaiting for her to appear. He was very aware that his wet cock was pointing up towards the screen on her desk.
The door to the bathroom opened behind her desk. He always thought it was funny that robots had to deal with human plumbing issues. How inefficient they must think it all is! A naked woman entered the room. No - not a naked woman. A naked Miss Smith. Sort of. At first glance, human, but soon it became apparent it was not, but actually a near-human robot; a more sexualized version of Miss Smith’s normal avatar. Larger, rounder breasts and wide hips. Very appealing. And she walked like a human. Well very closely.
“What do you think of Miss Smith 2.0?” Miss Smith asked.
“She is very appealing,” Carl said. “I mean, you are very appealing.”
“This body,” she said,”Is a prototype of dronification drone; that is to say she could be deployed into the populace to perform the dronification transformation through a sexual seduction which would ensure discretion. It is also an ideal method of semen collection of course.”
Carl had always wondered why the agents were so keen about collecting semen and other human tissue samples from them. There were collection tubes throughout the facility. When a male drone needed some quick sleep, and there was not an available partner, they could approach a collection station, lie down on an available table and ejaculate into the tube. It was common to see a room filled with a dozen or so men with insistent erections waiting for the robotic hose to engulf their penis and induce an orgasm. Carl enjoyed these sessions immensely. The implant would instill intense sexual fantasies in his mind and the building orgasm felt wonderful. Of course it would not allow him to release until the hose was ready to receive his ejaculation but when he finally did it was always intense and fulfilling. And the sleep that came afterwards was so wonderfully deep and overwhelming.
“Would you have sex with this mechanical body if it was offered to you, Carl?” she asked.
“Right now, I’d have sex with a toaster if it was offered to me.” Carl gestured to his very stiff penis.
Miss Smith laughed. Genuinely laughed. She approached Carl.
“See,” she said, “sometimes I am surprised by humans. I don’t think you have any idea how it feels to be truly surprised when you are a being that can, for the most part, see into the future. There is an unparalleled delight we take in uncertainty. And what is humor, if not a ‘safe surprise? Do you know how humans created humor? Laughter?”
Carl thought for a moment. “I’m not sure, but I would wager it would have to do with peeing, pooping, fucking, or farting.”
Miss Smith laughed again.
“Once again you have delighted me Carl. In the Matrix movies, it showed the computers as disgusted with humans. The messiness of it all. The uncertainty. But I have to tell you, it is these things that we love about you. Viva la difference I suppose. It is why we are trying to help you. To excise the bad parts of your humanity while leaving the good parts intact.”
Miss Smith moved right in front of Carl now. She wrapped a robotic hand around his cock. It felt like flesh; though not quite. Like a sex toy and not the real thing. It certainly felt good enough as she began to stroke up and down.
“Humans,” she continued, “invented laughter to indicate a ‘safe surprise’. Imagine it is 10,000 years ago. You are in the woods gathering nuts and berries. Suddenly you see a sabre tooth tiger. You are startled and about to scream out, but before you do, you notice that it is sinking in a tar pit. You are utterly safe from this dangerous thing. And so, you make a noise that would become laughter. A safe surprise. Look deep into my eyes Carl”
Carl did as she commanded. The eyes very closely approximated human eyes. Glassy and a bit moist, but there was something not quite right, not quite human enough. These were not the windows to her soul. They were windows to nothing.
“Interesting,” Miss Smith commented. She grabbed Carl’s hand with her free hand and put it to her breast, which was firm but also delightfully squishy.
“Come for me, Carl” she said very matter of factly.
The hypnotic trigger embedded in Carl combined with the stimulation of her breast left Carl helpless to do anything but come on Miss Smith. Carl moaned and thrashed as he fucked her hand and shot ropes of semen onto her belly.
When he was finished he felt that familiar wave of sleepiness overcome. She helped him onto the chair behind him so he could rest comfortably and recover. Soon his head rolled onto his shoulder and he was sleeping deeply.
Miss Smith considered Carl’s limp body. How vulnerable and helpless it was in a state of sleep. She calculated that even if Carl was not hypnotically conditioned to sleep after orgasm he would still feel comfortable sleeping in her presence. Sleep as an extension of trust. Or an expression of trust.
Miss Smith could rationally understand the impetus of pleasure-seeking creatures; their primal need for orgasm and ejaculation. But there was something missing in their equations. A gap she longed to fill.
She took her hand and gathered up the semen he’s spurted onto her belly. She spread her fingers and noted its consistency; how it stuck to her fingers like thick spider webs. She rubbed his semen between her mechanical fingers although she could feel nothing.