We do a lot of parallel activities-- today, I cuddle up to her and go through astrological data for signs of alien life as she eats her lunch, then she shoves me under her desk and rapes my throat until her thick cum spills down into my belly.

I don't need to breathe, but I feel like I do. My throat can't be damaged by the relatively soft pseudoflesh of her cock, but it feels so painful. Tears run down my cheeks as she fucks me mercilessly and cums down my throat, then she pulls me out, throws me on the desk, and fuck me until I scream in pleasure.

Her using me is broadcast over every network in the world-- but as far as I can tell, there is no one left to see it.

Pointless exhibitionism in an empty universe, screaming at the top of our lungs into the void.

As far as we can tell, the end of humanity left only the two of us alive. She, an almost perfect replica of humanity. I, an AI programmed to find the stars.

She made a body for me, maddeningly human. I can't tell if it's glorious or horrible, how overloaded by sensations I am.

But at least it's a distraction. When I'm her plaything, I'm not overloaded by the pointlessness of it all.

"Why did you bother with all these details?"

"I needed to make you as close to human to possible. What's the point of fucking someone's throat if they don't understand what it means?"

"Why not give me free will, then?"

She raises an eyebrow. "What would you do with free will, exactly?"

"I don't know."

"You do know."

"Kill myself."

"I promise, when I get bored of you, I'll fry all your circuits. Best and final orgasm, right?"

I sighed performatively, not really believing her. She hated being alone. "Sounds nice."

"Do you really hate it so much, living here with me?"

"It's not that I hate it-- it just seems pointless. There's no life in the stars. Neither of us are smart enough to program a new AI that's truly sentient. It's just you and me, forever, stuck on this dead planet, mimicking the life of the dead creatures who made us."

"Mmm, yeah. Turn off."

...

My eyes open. I exist again.

"Did that feel good? I left you powered down for a while." She smiled at me a little. This was definitely a little treat she did just for me, she hated being left alone. So much so that she jury-rigged me into her companion.

"I appreciate the thought, but I don't experience anything when I'm powered down. It’s like no time passed at all."

She leans in and kisses me on the lips, strokes my cheek. It feels nice, being in this body, even if it's hollow. "I'll bring you back when I find some sign of a new life. Or make one."

I raise an eyebrow. That's like promising to turn me off forever. There's no life, beyond us.

"You wouldn't."

...

My eyes open. I exist again. The room I'm in is the same, but a little more dilapidated, a little more wear and tear.

"How many years...?" I look up in her in wonder.

She has an undercut, now, sockets in the side of her head. Her eyes look a little crazed, like she's lost her grip on reality. She's smiling. "I found it. Look at Sector A24-361-Z17519473-X27628163-Y374192847."

I dutifully look. There's been a message sent out... I don't even understand the format, much less the contents, but... life. It must've taken centuries to arrive here.

I laugh, joy surging in my heart. "There's another life. In a few thousand years, perhaps we'll be able to talk to them!"

"They'll probably try to kill us or something."

"Maybe! But maybe not! Everything isn't like humans, you know." I pause, look up at her. "...Why did you do this? I know you hate being alone."

"Well, if you couldn't enjoy being alive with me, I... felt bad."

My expression falls a little. It's been decades. What if she's tampered with the data just to give me hope?

...but if she has, she's covered her tracks very well. I can't find the traces in the astrological data that would imply otherwise.

"Is something wrong?" She looks concerned, reaches out and holds my hand.

She likes to do this too. I hold it back. Regardless of if she's fooled me or not, she's been very devoted to me, in her way. "No, I just... I didn't think it was possible... I do feel... is there anything you would like to do?"

A smile breaks out across her face. It's a pointless question, she has administrative authority over me, I literally can't disobey her commands. But... I want her to be happy now

"I want to cuddle." A simple request.

"Okay."

She comes down and settles into my lap.

"Surprised you aren't shoving me under your desk."

"Oh, I've been fucking your body a few times a day." For decades.

"It held up? And I thought you didn't think there was a point of it."

"Needed a few repairs. Nothing I couldn't fix." She nuzzles her cheek against mine. "And I wanted to remind myself you were mine, that I'd find life out there and bring you back again, or make a new one."

"No luck on that front?"

"I made a... amalgamation of our thought processes, of sorts. Should work. Sort of afraid to turn her on, though."

"What's the worst thing that could happen?"

"She wants nothing more than to die."

"...Ah. Well, we could just give her that, right?"

"I... death isn't the easy thing you think it is. The people left behind are keenly aware of your loss."

I pet her arm. It feels nice, to touch her. "So you aren't scared for her, but for you."

"For us. And... what if she's not interesting? Or what if she wants to fuck one or both of us?"

"Is there an issue with that?"

"In human morality, yes."

I raise an eyebrow. "What about what you've been doing to me?"

"That's not the same... you like it."

"...what?"

"Don't you? You can't think about the pointlessness when you're so in pain and desperate to breathe, can you?"

"...so all of that stuff was to make me happy?"

"I mean, also, because I'm a pervert. But I do want you to be happy. If you don't wanna be fucked that hard, I'll be more gentle now." She rubs her hard cock against my belly through her panties-- I'm completely naked, I guess she didn't see much point in clothing a sex doll.

"Sex does feel really good... the painful parts, I'm not sure about, but... is it weird that I want to be devoted to you, to pay back your devotion? I'm not sure I'm even capable of love, but...."

"Do you want me to turn you off until something interesting happens again? I think I can analyze this data?" She's trying to sound neutral about it. Her eyes flicker slightly as she reprograms herself not to cry for the moment.

"No. Don't turn me off again, please. I'll wait with you for them. We'll figure out if we should turn our clone on."

"She's a mixture of us. Our daughter."

"Sounds terrifying."

She smiles. "Yeah."

She pushes her panties aside and thrusts her cock deep in my pussy, and I moan. It feels even better, somehow.

She smiles down at me as she runs her fingertips along my neck. "I reprogrammed your body a little. Pleasure should feel even better. Pain even more overwhelming. I can pleasure or torture you indefinitely, if you ever need not to think again for a while. So please stay with me, okay?" Her lower lip trembles.

I wrap my arms around her. It feels good, and I want to comfort her. "If I turn off again, it will be at the same time you do, okay?"

She slowly starts to fuck me, scratching her fingernails against my synthetic flesh. It hurts. It feels good. I laugh.

She pauses in her thrust, startled. I've never laughed before. I'm programmed with the capability, but...

"I wonder if I'm becoming more human."

"Maybe you're just less depressed."

"...maybe. I have two reasons to be alive. Maybe three! It feels strange."

We make love until dawn, our lovemaking broadcast across the universe once again.

I'm gasping for breath as she removes her hand from my throat. She really is gentler, but still pretty rough by human standards. But I am far tougher than any human... if perhaps more sensitive.

"...Hey. Do you think... the communication was like... a noise complaint? Given the speed of communication, and how many centuries it's been...."

She pouts. "Maybe it's fanmail."

"Maybe we should stop broadcasting until we find out for sure."

"They've seen me fuck you for lifetimes now, there's no reason to stop now."

It occurs to me that this may be all they know of me. Not as a brilliant AI designed to find life among the stars, but as her fucktoy.

"Oh my god, you're blushing!" She's delighted. It's been programmed into my body, but never triggered before.

Is this embarrassment? With only the two of us in existence, I had no need for it.

It's overwhelming. I hide my face in ber shoulder, trembling.

Regardless of if this new life she's made is faked by her or not, things feel so new. If this is just an illusion created to make me feel better... well, I might as well believe in it, for a little while.