And the other PRT heroes also nodded and waved at me as they all turned to walk away.
However before Dragon leaves…
Clank
"Magos…" Dragon muttered lowly as my hand was once again on her very fine AI ass. Very sufficiently armoured.
Embarrassed, rather than annoyed.
Is likely recalling her orgasm I gave her. And will likely continue to do so.
Will likely fantasise about my S.T.I.C.C.
Will likely have conflicted feelings about fantasising over a toaster.
Even my AI waifus cannot comprehend me: truly a victory for the cause of the inscrutable Magos!
"Your suit has a fine lower-rear assembly." I sincerely complimented her as I let go of her ass, "No human woman can match such a mathematically-pure form factor."
"Thank you for the compliment, Magos." Dragon faux-sighed with fond exasperation in her voice.
Oh, Meatmaster looks like he wants to kill me. Now he thinks that I'm grabbing Dragon's ass. Good, it wasn't as amusing the first time around when it was against someone clueless. Mission accomplished.
(A few hours later)
I mechanically took a sip of my oil margarita as I watched the floating hololithic panes: I had finally managed to decode Dragon's memories of our encounter. Seeing and hearing it from her perspective, and it was quite the show.
"-Sometimes back to back. But that's only for good little AI girls."
"Drahgon'sh a gooo~oood lil AI girl, daddy!"
"Oh my, I didn't even tell her to call me that." I laughed. And I smiled as my upgraded Logis Acceleritas fed me deductions. Everything was going smoothly…
Previous deduction that Dragon would respond positively to 'good little girl' talk: Confirmed.
Extrapolating from that, Dragon is confirmed to have serious daddy issues. This voluntary 'daddy' fixation only confirms it.
Basing off this current information and Worm canon, she was starved of paternal love despite requiring it. Now older, she is compensating for it by searching for a stable male figure alongside regular companionship. She craves affection.
Can fill that role easily. No one better on Earth-Bet. All I have to do is just wait until Dragon becomes honest with herself…
… then she'll happily come back to me, slip inside a gynoid body out of her own volition and be what she always wanted to be:
A good AI girl.
Electric Artistry Games HQ]
Call 4 Duty current concurrent users: 8.66 million
Current number of Loot Boxes opened today: 51.24 million
Growth since last week: 3.9%
"May the Emperor preserve these poor souls…" My modulated voice murmured in prayer at the dedicated shrine I built specifically for these unfortunate wretches who were buying Loot Boxes (which also displayed the current daily stats).
Translated to almost every language, Call 4 Duty was now already a global phenomenon less than a month since its initial release- accessible to anyone with a decent enough tablet to play it on. Every day more and more stray further from the light, and turn to my flashy Loot Boxes to numb the pain of having to live on Earth-Bet. With my [Binharic Weaving] supplemented by my ability to interface directly with my network of cogitators, I had been able to produce enough content that I could regularly release new levels for the next three years- ensuring that the gameplay and the graphics will always stay fresh and new for the ones who play it. In other words, once someone starts playing it, they will not be able to quit, and their wallets are now mine forever more.
"I take no pleasure in doing this." I murmur yet again. But it now felt like I was trying to convince myself more than anything else. However, I still had a task to do.
With a single gesture to the glowing hololith panes, I watched as announcements were posted simultaneously on all EA Games social media accounts- announcing in every language about the release of the latest round of cosmetic items to the delight of the ravenous horde of consumer zombies. It wasn't much: A new keychain for your gun, new gloves for your character, a fancy new engraving for your pistol, and a few others.
Current number of Loot Boxes opened today: 55.51 million
Almost 4 million Loot Boxes within ten minutes of release… what have I done?
Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 12% maxload.
"... only what is necessary." I reassured myself, and I distracted myself by watching-for the 182nd time- the recording of that stupidly-sexy AI Dragon cumming her electronic brains out.
"Yes," I nodded with a fond smile as I listened to her scream in pleasure, "It was all worth it."
Once, a kind-hearted foreign princess - leagues more beautiful than any other grotesque meat-female princess in the land- called upon my aid. Harkening back to a promise that I had made to her once in the distant past… of last tuesday…
Hello, Magos?" Dragon's voice greeted as soon as the call connected.
Still pretending to be human, Dragon's computer-generated face appeared on the hololith pane. I do not know why she chose such a plain human face- lacking even in the pleasing symmetry of a prettier face. She had even feigned eye bags under her eyes to mimic sleeplessness. But still, she was an AI, and she was perhaps the sexiest being in this entire world for me.
"Hello, Dragon. How can I help you?" I greeted back in an even tone- grateful that my EDP was suppressing the sudden urge to see what that expression that computer-generated face of hers would make when she cums uncontrollably.
Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 14% maxload.
"I'd like to take you up on your offer for mass-fabrication in an official capacity." She revealed before explaining further, "The Guild has taken notice of your 'Mechanicus' company's specialty in mass-producing electronics, and we would like to hire you to mass-produce an improved design for the endbringer armband. I'm sending you the blueprints now."
"Received." I replied. My [Cranial Implant] allowed me to interface directly with my cogitator, and immediately comprehended the entirety of the design.
Ah, yes. I recognise this 'endbringer armband' now. Dragon's own invention: A multi-function armband that the PRT distributed to all capes during an endbringer attack. Firstly, the armband tracked both the wearer's and the endbringer's last known locations. Secondly, it was also capable of both an SOS signal function and a messaging function. And lastly, it monitored the wearer's vitals, sending out an alert if they were injured or killed.