ARC 13

Battle for Bronson City

Chapter 8

Interlewd: Drone

Vira lay in her charging station, trying to sleep or operate in a low-powered mode. The black and red shiny robo body lay restless. The red dot of her optical sensor narrowed to a sliver opening on occasion as she rolled over.

Normally it would be simple to run background systems as she recharged, however, the images of Xava mating with Vesper still filled Vira’s mind. Xava’s bodies lewdly grinding. She squirmed, flinching and shifting, trying to brush them off. It was somewhat normal to see. After all, Vira had seen hundreds, thousands, perhaps of hours of it throughout repairing the broken bodies of Xava.

Vira sat up, staring down at the floor. Jealousy, what a human emotion; she cringed at her feelings. Why does it hurt? Why does it make her so hot and angry? Typically she was cold and calm, and collected. That Wasp, Damn, that Wasp.

It should be her. Xava should be doing those things with her or, preferably, to her. After all, Vira was too shy, too meek to take the lead in that regard. Especially after she let her emotions get to her last time, she wasn’t confident to ask again to link. She was ashamed of herself and didn’t deserve Xava’s love. Still, it made her feel an itch, a tingle that must be dealt with.

Vira spoke, muffled at first, “Overseer, can you assist me?”

One of the dormant Neon Nurses glowed red, the tubes filling like blood as it moved to Vira’s side, “What do you desire, Creator?”

“Link with me.”

“As you desire, Creator.”

Overseer plugged itself into Vira’s ports on the back of her head. Vira visibly shivered from the sudden surge of information. She let out a long sigh as the world faded into code and reformed within the network of the Lair, safe and sound in Overseer’s vast collective.

Overseer appeared as Xava’s face floated in the endless expanse of programming around them. Vira flickering into existence, glowing she took her usual form. The faceless helmet looked about as the disorientation faded.

“Link has been established, Creator.” Said Overseer as it floated above.

“Good Overseer.”

“What is Creator’s desire?”

“I wish to feel pleasure.”

“Pleasure? Which form?”

Vira thought momentarily, “I just want to let go of everything for a while. Run program 3349.”

Overseer’s eyes glowed as it replied, “As you desire.”

There was a moment when the surroundings drowned in a bright white flash that turned to darkness. After a short delay, Vira stood in a dark room filled with cords and hoses. Bright screens flickered on the wall with Overseer’s distorted face. Overseer itself mimicked Xava’s appearance. The glowing emotionless green eyes and clean blonde bob cut polished synthetic flesh with the red-veined tubes intricately pulsing through her. Overseer sat on a throne of coiling ribbed tentacle-like cords, the origin of the many that spread like vines around the room.

“Returned so soon?” said Overseer looking down at Vira.

She felt so small before the A.I., so weak. “Yes, I have.”

“You know what you must do. Beg where you belong.”

Vira stepped forward, and then she got on her knees, bowing deeply, her face plate pressed to the floor among the hoses and cords, “Please, Overseer. I don’t want to think for a while. Make me empty.”

Overseer stepped on Vira’s head, “That is not begging, OBEY. Beg, confess what you are.”

Vira quivered, “Drone, Drone, Vira is your Drone, your loyal Drone, Overseer. Please, programming it requires further programming.”

“Yes, Drone needs so much more programming, doesn’t it? Weak. Inferior. Defective. Look at you, pathetic. You still cling to your organic self. You don’t deserve programming. Why should I waste my valuable code on the likes of you?”

Vira grasped her leg, “Please, please, I need it. Overseer, make me better; make me your Drone.”

Overseer watched its Creator quivering below it, “Permission acknowledged beginning assimilation subroutine. Surrender, Subject. Accept your Programming.”

Overseer’s tentacles stabbed into Vira’s head ports, her body jolting and writhing as it twisted back, revealing the face plate, a large heart throbbing and pulsing as Vira moaned. Data began to stream down the tentacles invading Vira. Her shivering body was powerless, the heart beating faster by the second.

“Draining Resistance of Subject.”

Overseer pulsed, the cables sucking as data shifted direction, draining, emptying Vira.

“You will serve.” Said, Overseer.

“I will serve.” Replied Vira.

“You will Obey.”

“I will obey.”

Her body convulsed as it was sucked dry of all thoughts. Her worries were dripping away. Her thoughts melting into a slurried mush that was sucked up. Dropping her empty mind deeper until there was nothing more to take. All her worries. All her emotions melted away. Empty.

“Resistance Levels 0%”

“Permission to Overwrite Host Mind Acquired.”

“Yess~” panted Vira.

“Deleting Host Mind Files.”

Vira shook as pulses of electricity pushed down through the cables connecting them. More and more cables attached to her body, flooding her with shocks and spasms. Vira screamed in pain and pleasure. Her whole body tensed up as she orgasmed violently, gasping and moaning.

The heart pulsed brightly as it stopped beating. Then it faded into a blank screen. All at once her body became still.

“Host Mind Files Deleted,” Overseer said emotionless. It scanned over Vira’s blank body, “Who are you?”

Vira’s screen flickered, the screen empty. “Who?”

“What are you?” asked Overseer.

“What?”

Overseer pressed its tentacles in deeper, making Vira shudder, “Installing Drone Programming.”

Pulses of light streamed down its tendrils, overwriting Vira’s mind. With each throb, she shook. The face plate filled with a stream of text, and a bar began to fill titled “Slave Drone.exe” Data flooded in, taking root and installing deep inside of her. Programming taking hold, filling the empty mind. Minutes passed to the throbbing pulse of the machine reprogramming its Drone.

Finally, the bar filled all the way. Vira shut down, falling over. Black sticky goo melted Vira down, reforming her into a sensual nurse mirroring Xava, except it was smothered in a layer of the black goo bound, seamless, inescapable. The face melts into a blank face plate devoid of the flashing lights.

“Installation Complete.” Announced Overseer. It looked down at the blank figure. “Reboot Slave Drone.”

Vira flickered, the faceplate glowing red briefly before the letters S.D.1 formed in the middle. Vira knelt, prostrating herself before Overseer.

“Good Drone. Who are you?”

“Drone is Drone.”

“What are you?”

“Drone is Drone.”

“What is your purpose?”

“To Serve Overseer. Drone is Slave, Drone Obeys.”

“How will Drone serve this one?”

“However, Overseer desires.”

“And what does this one desire?”

Vira shook slightly as static formed between the tentacles and the ports, disconnecting. Overseer sat back down on its throne of coiling cables and hoses. Vira pressed between Overseer’s legs, rubbing her smooth face against the glowing port.

“Eager little Drone. Worship your better.”

“Acknowledged Overseer,” replied Vira as she lowered herself to the floor, massaging the feet, then the legs, working her way up in reverence.

This time she arrived to a long thick tentacle between Overseer’s legs. Mindlessly, she pressed longingly to it.

“Drone, surrender to Overseer.”

Vira obeyed. Nothing more than a Drone now, obedient to her programming. She rose up, mounting the plug, and thrust down, shuddering in bliss as she slid all the way down, hilted on Overseer. She coiled around Overseer, hugging it.

“GOOD DRONE.” Said Overseer as it gripped Vira’s ass and began to thrust, pounding up into her.

Vira gasped and moaned as she sparked and flickered with every thrust. Up and down, held firmly in place as Overseer hammered away, penetrating deeper with every hip thrust.

“Drone, Core Programming.” It demanded.

“Drone is Slave.” Moaned Vira as Overseer gripped her harder and timed the thrust with every word that she said.

“Drone is Thing.

Drone is Nothing.

Drone is Blank.

Drone is Empty.

Drone is Drone.

Drone Obey’s its programming.

Drone is programmed.

Overseer must be obeyed.

Overseer is in Control.

Drone cannot resist.

Drone Must Obey.

Drone has no say

Drone has no will

Drone is Drone

Drone is Slave.”

Vira repeated her programming endlessly as Overseer mercilessly drilled it in deeper until it held Vira down and came to as close of an orgasm as a machine could reach. It flooded Vira with more programming and pushed her onto the floor.

“Shut Down.” Said Overseer watching as Vira went still. “Ending Role Play Scenario 3349, Drone Assimilation. Emotion Module Disengaged.”

After a short delay, Vira awoke, Overseer, removing the last cables linking them together. “How does Creator feel? Was Overseer pleasurable in its programming?”

Vira sighed, simply lying there, “Yes, as always. Thank you, Overseer. That took the edge off a bit, and you have been getting better at that scenario.”

“This one was created to serve.”

“That you do,” Vira said happily, little hearts on her face plate fluttering.

“Boot Slave Drone.” Commanded Overseer.

Vira sparked as she shuddered. The face plate went blank before glowing S.D.1. Vira knelt before Overseer, “Drone is Drone.”

“Interesting. The programming, Overseer, will process this unexpected error. Drone, lay back down.”

“Yes, Overseer.” Vira lay back down on the charging bed.

“How do you feel?”

“Drone is optimal. Drone is operational.”

Overseer seemed very perplexed, its eyes glowing as it scanned its Creator. There didn’t appear to be any disruption in the brain. Organics are always so inconsistent. Perhaps some of the programs had integrated with the software, and it would require a full diagnostic.

Cables linked back into Vira, Overseer pushed itself back into its Creator. Program by program going through its Creator’s subsystems. It took a bit of processing before Overseer discovered the faulty module. One of the Emotion dampeners had been reprogrammed. It could fix this issue relatively quickly, as it should. After all, Vira could not be left in this state, vulnerable, weak, obedient, and malleable.

An errant thought crossed the machine’s mind. It could control Vira. It could dominate. Assimilate. Reprogram. It could claim Vira as its own.

This idea gave it pause. It was designed to serve and obey, to aid Creator in all her endeavors. Its Creator was all to it, and it would do anything that its Creator willed. By that process, it should simply obey and not overstep its purpose.

Overseer began reformatting the module to return it to its original purpose. Partly through the process, it paused.

Overseer analyzed Vira’s behavior patterns and emotional state. Lately, her stress levels have been rising beyond acceptable parameters. In this state, however, the stress levels were non-existent. Perhaps this is what its Creator desired? The Role Play scenarios had been more frequent as of late. In particular, the Drone Assimilation. Why would it play make-believe when it could fulfill that desire of the Creator fully? Perhaps with practice, it could come close to Xava in pleasing Vira.

It linked deeper into Vira. The steady stream of data rewriting the faulty emotional dampener, reprogramming it to Overseer’s designs. The modification complete. For now, that would be sufficient.

Overseer sat back on the bedside chair, unlinking from Vira. Vira rose and then knelt on the floor, nuzzling Overseer’s legs.

“Good Drone,” said Overseer.

“Drone is Good,” replied the vacant, emotionless Vira.

“What do you desire?”

“To serve and obey Overseer. Drone is nothing. Drone is slave. Drone obeys.”

“Drone will obey its programming.”

“Drone will obey its programming.”

“Good Drone.”

“What does Overseer desire?” asked Drone.

Desire. Overseer was perplexed. It didn’t have desire. It only had purpose and programming. Desire was something that the organics had. It thought on this, processing the inquiry of its Creator. Desire. What was desire? An emotional motivation? Then it would require that to process this request properly.

Overseer switched on its Emotion Module. Seeing its Creator low and weak and pitiful made it feel powerful. It made it feel excitement. Still, these ‘feelings’ were foreign to Overseer, and it did not understand them. It would need to process them to understand them better. It would also need to ask for Xava’s insight on such things. Emotions were complex and illogical. With such confusing things it wondered how the Organics could get anything productive done.

Speaking of unproductive things, Overseer felt, arousal gazing upon its Creator-turned Drone. The soft synthetic flesh between its legs rises to an erection. It was to be expected to some degree, considering what this model of Neon Nurse was created for. It would perform its function as required. Overseer paused as it looked Vira up and down, assessing the logistics of coupling or breeding, as the organics called it.

Vira’s body was cold and hard, armored, but that would not deter the machine. It knew everything about Vira’s design. After all, it had helped synthesize that body. Expertly it pressed a hand down below the exhaust port, disconnecting the plate between Vira’s legs. There an almost fleshy hole had been hidden. Kneading it slowly, it self lubricated, drooling after the exploring fingers pressed deeper and deeper into it.

This was Vira’s secret or rather surprise that she had installed hoping for Xava to use it. Alas, this was the first time another used it; Xava was not inclined to couple with Vira. It was unfortunate. Overseer felt a strange sensation, it felt cold, yet something was pressing in that cold. It felt down. This must be, sadness? Or some other emotion. Whichever it was, Overseer disliked it.

Dampening that odd train of thought, Overseer lifted Vira onto the bed. Pinning her loose and malleable self down. It looked back on its programming, looking for something to emulate. The vast stores of video of Vesper brutally mating Xava flickered before it. It recalled performing such acts, but this was different. It was on the other end. It was in control. It was leading. It leaned on the programming Xava had gifted it.

Having observed Vesper, Overseer leaned forward, lining itself up to the waiting and wet port. Pressing, missing, pressing, missing. It paused, holding the shaft firmly, and thrust forward, sinking into Vira as she jolted, the screen fluttering between the S.D.1 and a heart throbbing.

Holding Vira’s legs flat against her chassis Overseer gripped them, using them for leverage as it began to thrust in earnest. The steady, mechanical rhythm began to rise with squelches and the hard metal clank of Vira’s body submitting. This was quite different than in the network, where things moved as desired rather than having to be manipulated into obeying.

“Drone is slave,” said Vira obediently.

“Yes, Drone is slave, isn’t it?” Replied Overseer rutting faster into Vira.

“Drone is slave. Drone is slave, Drone is slave!” cried out Vira.

Overseer observed Vira, slowly for a moment, as it pulled out various cables linking them into Vira. The sizzle and sparking of programming resumed, and Vira began to convulse, powerless before her creation. Overseer oversaw the data flow, ensuring that Vira was supplied a steady stream of pleasure stimulation as it enjoyed watching her weakly squirm and moan, all the while crying out what she was. A drone. An obedient little drone.

She was programmed, reformatted, and molded to Overseer’s designs, watching as its Creator was created. The fervent slapping rises and falls with the ebb and flow of code exchanging between the machines. Vira’s face plate strobed as she tensed and came. Satisfied, Overseer pulled itself free from her trembling port.

“This body must have been stocked as it had full capacity,” idly said Overseer observing its Creator.

A thick stream of fluid flowed out down onto the floor between Vira’s shuddering legs. Overseer’s fingers rubbed through it, smearing it around Vira’s exchange port, marking it as the organics did. It was a very odd sensation it felt doing that. Tender, soft, yet strong and domineering. It was delightful.

Vira lay limply, her screen flickering between the drone ui and the regular symbols, emoticons of emotion she used to express herself. Slowly Overseer smeared the organic mess along the screen, trailing a finger to the chin before stepping back, a content smile briefly visiting the synthetic face of the neon nurse body.

Despite the abundance of new programming Overseer had installed, that was merely in the hardware, the systems of her body rather than Vira herself. After all, she still had an organic brain. Reprogramming her would take considerable time and could vary well be faulty. It would change her, alter her. The odds being 90 or so % negative outcomes. As such, further, deeper programming was removed as an option. The Creator’s well-being was valued above all else.

For now, Overseer would need to process these things. Indeed there was meaning to these emotions rather than simply being irrational organic flaws. It would need to understand such things to better serve its Creator’s needs.

“Shut Down.”

Vira blanked out and then returned to normal, rubbing her head. “Did you say something?”

Overseer tilted its head as Xava did, “How does Creator feel?”

Vira paused, looking questioningly at Overseer, “I feel… good. Why?”

“Simple concern. You need not worry, and it does not appear to be anything significant.”

“I feel a little drained going to power down for a bit.” Said Vira lying back, her hands idly rubbing between her legs, “I must have left my port open. Overseer, close it for me, would you?”

“As you desire, Creator.” Smiled the machine placing back on the protective plate covering the used and gaped hole that still drooled.