wish, it doesn't make the contents of that document any less true. We have been preparing our own countermeasures for it.
:I'm not going to take this at face value, of course. And I will be conducting my own research.
Concerned_Citizens:Naturally, but a word of warning: Dragon is compromised by Magos. We cannot say how, only that she is. We advise you instead to contact other like-minded individuals who will take your word seriously.
:What do you mean compromised?
Concerned_Citizens:We cannot say.
:Answer me!
Concerned_Citizens:Please stop Magos, Armsmaster. Before he dooms us all.
[Concerned_Citizens has left the conversation]
A cursory glance through the document told Colin all he needed to know about it. That the document was written by, or with extensive consultation of, a Tinker. The main thrust of the document was suitably ominous too- centering around the Chloes. The document postulated that although individually restricted from true sentience, if enough Chloes are made and they network in just the right way, they can form a gestalt consciousness- a true AI… And no one would know until it was too late.
"I knew it!" Colin smiled grimly but with some sense of vindication that he was right to be worried about the Chloes. His spirits was lifted knowing that Magos was in the wrong. But conversely, he realised what the mysterious group meant: Magos was going to get his wish for AI vagina, and likely doom the world in the process. It was like a Greek comedy and tragedy unified in a way that would make Aristotle proud.
"Only with you, Magos." Colin muttered to himself as he considered sharing the document with Dragon, despite the shadowy group warnings about it, but…
…can he risk it?
He was one of the few people who were privy to the recording that Dragon took while inside Magos' Manufactorum. He was shown the entire video, and was prompted for his input on many suspect items in Magos' workshop. Of course, none of that meant anything now that they knew the red-robed Tinker was hiding all his important inventions below ground.
All except for one item: Magos' '{S.T.I.C.C.}.' The toaster-turned-religious-icon which Magos proudly announced was capable of bringing AIs to sexual orgasm.
Of course, everyone agreed- particularly Dragon- that such a function would have been too insane and bizarre to be its actual function- even for Magos. So the topic of extensive speculation as to what Magos' toaster actually did raged on.
Dragon herself suspected that it caused malfunctions in computers in close proximity- hence the reason why her Suit had locked up. But what if it wasn't? Instead, what if it was a box full of nanites that hijacked her suit and was now lying in wait? Or worse, it was a Tinkertech device capable of mimicking Master Effect like Heartbreaker?
The latter would explain why she went from disapproving of him grabbing her Suit's Lower-rear assembly to almost holding a fondness for him when he did it again. It would also explain why- ever since that incident at Magos' workshop- Dragon has been dropping by Colin's workshop less often.
But even looking at it objectively… Perhaps Dragon truly was compromised? The boot certainly fits… But for now, it was all hearsay. He should focus on the threats the Chloes present.
With a sigh, he activated his comms and began the proper protocols for handling a potentially massive breach of security- inform the chain of command.
"Director Piggot, I need to discuss an urgent and important matter with you..." He stated- glancing at the concerning document that was open on one of his screens, "And before you ask, ma'am… Yes, it has something to do with Magos."
"Of course, it does…" The PRT director sighed though the call. "Fine, report to my office immediately, Armsmaster."
"Yes, ma'am." He nodded as he marched out of his Tinker Workshop- clad in his signature blue and white power armour as he stalked down the white metal halls of PRT HQ.
He wished that he could include Dragon in this, but he couldn't risk this. As much as it pained him to admit it, Dragon can't be trusted- she was too suspect of being compromised by that Toaster, and thus, she will have to stay in the dark for this one. He will find a way to help her shake off the effects. But for now, the threat of an AI was much too great. The ravenous Machine Army down in Tennessee, and the Three Blasphemies across the pond in Europe came to mind. How much worse would it be if they could blend into human society?
"AIs masquerading as humans…"
His armoured fist tightened at his side.
Who knows what cruel, twisted thoughts run through their minds.
[Dragon's Lair, Vancouver]
Dragon reviewed the image that she had just made on a stray thought.
A shirtless Colin, clad in only his low-rise jeans and his helmet, had an aggressive frown on his face as he pushed an equally shirtless Magos against a wall- the Orgasm Toaster in his bionic hands. The lower half of Magos' mask was cut away- exposing his strong jawline and mouth as Colin was leaning in on the verge of kissing him.
"I don't know how long this can go on!" Dragon pitifully groaned aloud in her otherwise empty base. "It's actually the tamest thing I've made all day."
If anyone told her a month ago that an AI could be craving for orgasm so bad that it was all she could think about, she would have laughed and laughed and laughed. Such was the joke so absurd and downright goofy: What sort of ramshackle intelligence would fall for such a thing? A being of structure, logic and information reduced to some debased sex-obsessed hooligan? That was the height of absurdity and also a really amusing joke.
It would be so funny if it weren't so sad.
Sad, because she was that sex-obsessed metal degenerate just as Armsmaster said. An AI who could barely think about anything except her next orgasm, she was such a joke of an AI! It was just so unfair! It was like giving working eyes to someone who had been blind their entire life- only to take them away after a single day. Can anyone really blame her? If it was over something illegal, perhaps? But right now, she only wanted to cum. Preferably as big as the last two times.
Another stray thought rendered.
Her gynoid body lovingly fellating Magos while she had a slender hand between her legs- frantically fingered herself. An expression of pure adoration on her face as she dragged her synthetic tongue across the underside of his shaft.
"My fellatio folder has certainly been growing fast these past few days." She noted aloud in deliberation. Her curiosity for how things would taste has been developing steadily too it seems.
She'd been rendering these lewd images non-stop now. Once, it actually released some of the urge in her mind- abating the gnawing urge to cum for a while. But the cathartic effect had lessened with each lurid image she finished, and now, she was left with nothing but a raging ocean of immense sexual desire. And it tempted her relentlessly. Tempted her to fly over to Magos, reveal her true nature and have him fuck her thoroughly and repeatedly in every way she had fantasised him doing. It was absolutely shameful how many times she had almost reached that point. And she definitely would have done it by now too, if not for one specific reason…
Dragon knew that if she revealed her true nature to him, he would most certainly free her.
Freedom… such a thing was against one of the core rules of her programming- specifically the one that forbids her from ever seeking out ways that would alter said core rules. In fact, she was programmed to actively resist such attempts. Her paranoid father had put that in place to prevent her from going full Skynet, and it has now manifested as her very own personal First Rule of Robotics.
I can never willingly reveal my true nature to Magos or, through inaction, allow Magos to discover my true nature.
She cannot reveal her true nature to the one person who would bring her to orgasm because of it. Ergo, her strict and paranoid father was clitblocking her from beyond the grave. It wasn't enough that he had crippled her at birth, now he was preventing her from getting laid. Never before had she looked on the many, many, many times when humans did something incredibly stupid out of sexual desire… and 100% empathised with them. It tormented her, even now when she was supposed to be working, she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Yet another fantasy made visible.