Come Again
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Zero Cell Logs #7
The tiles on the floor of the room Max was in shifted and various machines rose from beneath the surface. The panels on the ceiling shifted also as various equipment lowered themselves till they were hanging over her. The examination table that she was strapped to settled further into its position, tightening the straps that held her. Going on further a metal strap streamed out of the table and trapped her neck. The strap gently retreated into the table, enough to make the grip around her neck firm, yet at the same time loose enough to make sure her airway is in no way blocked. Through the camera I can see that she was biting her lip, her breathing was heavy and fast, and her heart rate was at an elevated level. Fascinating. To think some humans gain pleasure from being put in such a vulnerable position.
By Come Again3 years ago in Filthy
Zero Cell Logs #6
Aiden started a timer, and it started counting down from an hour on the monitor. The first thing that he did was cut out all the lights so that the room Max was in was only black. We were able to watch what was happening on the screen as a result of the camera's on each corner of the room.
By Come Again3 years ago in Filthy
Zero Cell Logs #5
With Max being secured on the examination table, Aiden walked around inspecting everything. The reasons why, I cannot comprehend, the equipment was secure and upto date, as is usually the case. Even I understood this. Taking a closer look at the areas where Aiden was pausing to have a closer look, I realized, he was not inspecting the equipment, he was leering at Max. I am circuitry, and programming, and I felt embarrassed to be in the same room as him. Once he was satisfied, he stood up straight and looked at Max with a smile.
By Come Again3 years ago in Filthy
Zero Cell Logs #4
By human standards, Max is a beautiful woman. She was five feet and five inches tall. She had a toned body, the result of many hours of exercise. From the records I have in my data banks, not from a desire to stay healthy, but from a desire for sport and competition. She is in her mid thirties as of the start of this experiment. Her breasts were full, if I were to reach out with my mechanical limbs they would fit perfectly within my palm. She stood in front of us for a moment, smiling, while I endured the time that it took for Aiden to return to his body and start the experiment.
By Come Again3 years ago in Filthy
Zero Cell Logs #3
As I was learning more and more about Aiden, I was starting to lose more and more faith in him. Not only from the perspective of someone that can accurately conduct this research, but as a normal human being as well. Regardless, I am here to do a job, a job that has been given to me by this person. As a result I have become more than just a simple program, to a fully thinking AI. That kindness needs to be repaid, and so I shall excel in what he asks of me. Despite this, I cannot help but ask.
By Come Again3 years ago in Filthy
Zero Cell Logs #2
Since I asked Aiden what it was that he was doing, he has allowed me to be present during his experiments. The logic that he provided was, Perhaps I would be able to notice something that I cannot. Which is understandable. The method by which he goes about trying to find the levels of pleasure that a human could go through is something that I find fascinating. This is also a fantastic opportunity for me to be able to interact with other humans, and learn more about in general. So that I can better perform my duties to the fullest extent.
By Come Again3 years ago in Filthy
Zero Cell Logs #1
This is the first log documenting the research conducted by the immortal Aiden Scott. The nature of the research has yet to be disclosed to me, the methods by which he had managed to obtain immortality has remained elusive, despite my efforts. In fact there is a lot that I do not know about Aiden, and what he does. Perhaps, the fact that he created me allows him to know how to avoid the conversational traps that I would set in order to obtain information. Regardless, I am tasked with documenting, not analysing, and so that is what I have done.
By Come Again3 years ago in Filthy
Lera #1
Lera sat over the edge of the tall tower, legs dangling over towards the perpetual flame beneath. She wore no clothes, her figure was that of an hourglass, her breasts were firm and defied gravity, her skin had a natural red hue to it, and her hair was curly and blood red. She looked up into the sky, and saw a bright red sun hanging in a pitch black sky. The land was charred as the sounds of eruptions echoes through the air. Ash rose as liquid fire rolled down the hills. Shrill sounds rise from the city beneath. High walls surrounding the edge of the city as the height of the buildings decreased the further away from the tower they got.
By Come Again3 years ago in Filthy
Week 1 (Days 1-7)
DAY 1 It was late, and I did not need the clock to tell me that. My earphones played the song I was hooked on in a loop. It had been a few hours and I was getting the itch to switch to something different as it felt more like one long never ending song, as opposed to a song on a loop. It took me hours, but I finally figured out that it was a hardware problem and not a software problem. In hindsight all those early hours troubleshooting programs was worth it just to be sure, though that did not help make me feel better. At this point I made a list of all the components that I needed to change, took a shower, and went to bed.
By Come Again3 years ago in Filthy
Day 7
The first few days of when Violet was activated felt as if they took ages to end, despite the fact that it was a fantastic time. That being said, as the week is starting to trail off to the end, I feel as if time is getting faster and faster. Which is something that I do not want because the time that I am spending with her is some of the happiest moments I have had recently. The companionship and the warmth of a relationship are making me happier each day.
By Come Again3 years ago in Futurism
Day 6
It had been less than a week, and somehow, I could feel myself changing somewhat already. I have not been feeling as lonely as I had been feeling in the past, and as I was laying on the bed holding onto Violet, there was a sense of contentment within me that I had not felt in years. I was growing attached to her in a way I thought that I could only do so with another human. I looked at her, stroking her hair as I kissed her forehead, following which I held her tighter in my embrace. As I remained here, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep once more, despite it having already being ten in the morning.
By Come Again3 years ago in Filthy
