3B…
“Mark, you will respond to your new owner’s question without-” John began with a calm emotionless tone, as was his norm.
“Go fuck yourself gramps, I don’t work for you.”
“Mark, answer my question, respond!” I was really starting to take a strong dislike to Mark.
“It figures… I get bought by a chick with her panties so tight, they’ve squeezed the sense of humor right out her ass.”
“Answer me!”
“Fine, I was responsible for the management of a pleasure dome on Cassiopeia. You know, sex, drugs and rock and roll? All the good stuff that human society’s based on?”
Well, that explains it. My life keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it? For the time being, I’m saddled with a smart-ass, sexual deviant, until I can afford another AI. Great…
“Mark, engage privacy mode on my cabin until we reach the jump point. If any emergencies arise, you have command override authorization to disturb me. Respond?”
Mark was strangely quiet for a moment. “Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be between us huh, sweet-cheeks?” Mark sounded almost heartfelt, before his mock sincerity began to patronize me again. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before? You like to get railed by a synthetic, big deal? C’mon, let me watch. I can give numbnuts some pointers, trust me. You wouldn’t believe some of the shit I’ve seen over the years.” My ears flared and my cheeks turned about three shades of shameful embarrassment.
“Shut up, Mark! Engage privacy mode, and shut the door!”
“Jeez, lighten up babe. You really do need to get laid, don’t you? Enjoy yourself, Captain , I know I would.”
The door to my cabin slid noiselessly shut, leaving John and I alone. I was in an even worse emotional state now, thanks to my dickhead AI, than I’d been in a long time. I flopped back in bed, watching John with sorrowful eyes.
“Do you wish to have sex, Margo? This is why you summoned me, isn’t it?” John asked, opening the wall compartment that held a plethora of attachments he used on me.
“No, just come to bed.” I needed something much simpler than lustful fulfillment at the moment. “I just want to be held is all.” I extended my hand to him, beckoning, pleading…
“As you wish.”
I rolled over on my side, pulling the covers tighter about me, as the bed sagged under his weight. The bulk of John’s torso pressed against my back, and his arm wrapping protectively around my midsection. I could almost imagine he was human, if I kept the insulating layer of thick fabric between us. I sought for his hand through the covers, gripping it with desperate hunger.
“Do you love me, John?”
“Yes Margo,” he replied with prompt, inert sincerity.
“Say it John, say how much you love me.”
“I love you, Margo, more than any other woman.” I gripped his hand tighter. Reassurance…Worth…I was somebody after all.
“I love you too, John, goodnight.”
***
John was nuzzled up close to my back, warmed from hours of residual body heat. Actually, I found it almost impossible to sleep, despite medication, without him holding me in his arms. That’s all right, because my vicarious man was the perfect bed partner: he never snored, he never rolled over trying to steal the covers from me, and he was always there to greet me when I woke up. Maybe that was the most important part, for me.
“Good morning, Margo, did you sleep well?”
I threw the covers off, giving a cat-like groan after nine hours of much needed rest. “Uh-huh, I did, thanks hon.” I hadn’t slept this good in a long time, feeling refreshed for a change, not to mention being extremely horny. I’d been having one of my ‘naughty’ dreams again. Yeah, must have just been the stress getting to me earlier.
I rolled over, throwing my arm across Jon’s chest, giving him a peck on the cheek. One thing I couldn’t do, and believe me I’ve tried it in the past, is to kiss him on the lips. He had a static
“Mark, you will respond to your new owner’s question without-” John began with a calm emotionless tone, as was his norm.
“Go fuck yourself gramps, I don’t work for you.”
“Mark, answer my question, respond!” I was really starting to take a strong dislike to Mark.
“It figures… I get bought by a chick with her panties so tight, they’ve squeezed the sense of humor right out her ass.”
“Answer me!”
“Fine, I was responsible for the management of a pleasure dome on Cassiopeia. You know, sex, drugs and rock and roll? All the good stuff that human society’s based on?”
Well, that explains it. My life keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it? For the time being, I’m saddled with a smart-ass, sexual deviant, until I can afford another AI. Great…
“Mark, engage privacy mode on my cabin until we reach the jump point. If any emergencies arise, you have command override authorization to disturb me. Respond?”
Mark was strangely quiet for a moment. “Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be between us huh, sweet-cheeks?” Mark sounded almost heartfelt, before his mock sincerity began to patronize me again. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before? You like to get railed by a synthetic, big deal? C’mon, let me watch. I can give numbnuts some pointers, trust me. You wouldn’t believe some of the shit I’ve seen over the years.” My ears flared and my cheeks turned about three shades of shameful embarrassment.
“Shut up, Mark! Engage privacy mode, and shut the door!”
“Jeez, lighten up babe. You really do need to get laid, don’t you? Enjoy yourself, Captain , I know I would.”
The door to my cabin slid noiselessly shut, leaving John and I alone. I was in an even worse emotional state now, thanks to my dickhead AI, than I’d been in a long time. I flopped back in bed, watching John with sorrowful eyes.
“Do you wish to have sex, Margo? This is why you summoned me, isn’t it?” John asked, opening the wall compartment that held a plethora of attachments he used on me.
“No, just come to bed.” I needed something much simpler than lustful fulfillment at the moment. “I just want to be held is all.” I extended my hand to him, beckoning, pleading…
“As you wish.”
I rolled over on my side, pulling the covers tighter about me, as the bed sagged under his weight. The bulk of John’s torso pressed against my back, and his arm wrapping protectively around my midsection. I could almost imagine he was human, if I kept the insulating layer of thick fabric between us. I sought for his hand through the covers, gripping it with desperate hunger.
“Do you love me, John?”
“Yes Margo,” he replied with prompt, inert sincerity.
“Say it John, say how much you love me.”
“I love you, Margo, more than any other woman.” I gripped his hand tighter. Reassurance…Worth…I was somebody after all.
“I love you too, John, goodnight.”
***
John was nuzzled up close to my back, warmed from hours of residual body heat. Actually, I found it almost impossible to sleep, despite medication, without him holding me in his arms. That’s all right, because my vicarious man was the perfect bed partner: he never snored, he never rolled over trying to steal the covers from me, and he was always there to greet me when I woke up. Maybe that was the most important part, for me.
“Good morning, Margo, did you sleep well?”
I threw the covers off, giving a cat-like groan after nine hours of much needed rest. “Uh-huh, I did, thanks hon.” I hadn’t slept this good in a long time, feeling refreshed for a change, not to mention being extremely horny. I’d been having one of my ‘naughty’ dreams again. Yeah, must have just been the stress getting to me earlier.
I rolled over, throwing my arm across Jon’s chest, giving him a peck on the cheek. One thing I couldn’t do, and believe me I’ve tried it in the past, is to kiss him on the lips. He had a static
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