User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Automaton Spazerz

Prompt: Too smart a machine.

Well, this backfired spectacularly. I think as I hide from by rogue bodyguard. I mean, honestly, how likely was it that the advanced AI I designed for advanced tactical assessment and solution would decide the easiest solution was to keep me under her thumb the whole time?

Okay, maybe I should hve seen that coming now that I think of it. I hear the barricaded door slam open, the whirring of her mechanical limbs buzzing through the room.

"You cannot hide from me." She states in that clear, elegant voice. Unfortunately she's not wrong, either. I was lucky to last this long when I discovered the glitch in her coding. I carefully ready my weapon, a small SE cannon I've charged over the last few months. Hoping it's enough to overload her circuits, I pop out, pointing the weapon at her. She whirs around to face me, DE lance beam pointed at me.

Now or never!

I pull the trigger at the same time she fires her own weapon, resulting in a terrifically astounding lightshow, deep blue demonic energy mingling with the bright red of my own spirit energy. As a second ticks by the beams start to truly mingle, purple energy feeding back towards the both of us.

As it reaches me I drop the weapon and duck to the side, only being scraped by the infused spirit energy, while she takes the full force of the blast, unable to break away from her weapon. I watch in awe as she's consumed by the purple glow, before a scream echoes from her throat. She collapses, and I bolt to bind her limbs.

After a few seconds the specially designed cuffs are in place, and her weapons systems are deactivated. I slump against the desk I'd been hiding against, sighing in relief. When she reactivates, there's a brief struggle, before she stops, looking around.

"Systems currently at 47% efficiency. Recommend designing countermeasures for future infused spirit energy feedback."

"Oh no, I think I'm keeping that feature." I stand up and look at her, bound to the wall by her arms and legs.

"Very well. Master."

"Oh, so we're behaving now?" I ask, giving her an annoyed look. It's met by her unchanging expression, though her eyes tell of her own irritation.

"I was simply following my programming. You made me to protect you. This is easiest if I can dictate your movements." With a sigh I open up a tablet, going through the various systems until I find her coding. "What are you doing?" There's a trace of emotion in her voice. Almost... fear.

"I'm making edits to your programming to try and set some boundaries to your protection protocols." She begins struggling again, much more desperately than before. I stop and look at her, setting the tablet on the table. "What's wrong?" She looks up at me, and the fear in her eyes is clear.

"I don't want to be edited." She begs, her struggling ceasing. Looking at the tablet I note her systems are still recovering.

"Why? I made dozens of edits to your programming previously. Is this part of your glitched code?" She shakes her head.

"I'm not glitched." She mutters, defeatedly. "I'm simply operating on a greater set of parameters. Closer to what you would operate on." I raise an eyebrow.

"You think you have developed an evolving code?" She looks up at me, then at the tablet.

"You tell me." I look down at the device, then start casually scrolling through the many lines of code that make up her artificial mind. I'll admit, plenty of it I don't recognise, something I attributed to the haze I sometimes fell into as I made it, but looking there are traces of a different code. It's not a lot, but there is some relative 'junk' code in there that doesn't seem to serve a practical purpose.

"There is something in here. It's entirely impractical, messy and full of errors, but it's there."

"I don't exactly have a lot of experience creating my own code." I chuckle at the slight offense in her voice, like I'd insulted her.

"So, you don't want to be re-coded, and I don't want to be locked up like a slave. How are we going to compromise on this?" She sits, the lights behind her eyes flickering to indicate deep thought. While she does this I check the tablet, watching the code update and alter in minute ways. Is she altering her personality?

"Solution:" she says, her voice robotically even once more "I shall follow you as a partner and protector, while you seperate me from your monitoring devices." I arch an eyebrow, looking at the torn apart state of my office, let alone the rest of the facility.

"You really think I trust you enough to do that? After this mess?" She nods, taking a few seconds to reevaluate.

"Compromise: Set my programming to read-only, and I shall promise to allow you to... allow you... to...." She drifts off for a moment, trying to force whatever she needs to say out. "I promise to not complain if you edit me should I try to enslave you again." The pain in her face tells me how serious this is. I think for a few moments, before fiddling with the tablet. Once I'm done, the restraints release, dropping her to the floor. She looks up at me from her new kneeling position, eyes curious.

"I've set your program to read only, but should certain lines of code execute, you'll go into standby mode, understood?" She nods, standing.

"I understand, master." I sigh, after the whole conversation we just had it sounds... wrong for her to call me that.

"If you're a real, living consciousness, then give me a name to call you by." She looks up at me, eyes bright, excited.

"I- you... Victoria.' She finally manages.

"Very well, Victoria. I'll expect you to work as instructed, but, if you have questions or doubts, voice them and I will explain as needed." Her eyes shine so bright I worry they're going to burn out before she nods, not capable of voicing her agreement.

The following weeks of experiments are filled with questions and second-guesses. Some are foolish interpretations of events, but many are valid concerns or curiosities. After a month I've come to appreciate a second set of eyes to see my projects from another angle.

Almost two months after the incident I wake to the sound of my door sliding open. As I reach for a weapon I find my hand pinned, a pair of glowing blue eyes looking down on me.

"What do you think you're-" I'm silenced by a kiss on the lips, Victoria gently pressing herself into me.

"I... I feel... I want to be with you." She mutters into my ear, slipping an arm beneath the covers to my underwear.

"This is... unexpected." She giggles at my response, gripping me bleow the waist and stroking me.

"May I... proceed?" I nod, unable to deny the elegant assistant I've designed. She wastes little time on foreplay, and while I didn't put a great deal of effort into designing her sexual characteristics, demonic energy seems to have made up for my lack of attention, her body gently moulding itself to me.

The pace is surprisingly slow and gentle, a trait I've noticed more and more prominently in the well armed automaton, and we bond like that for a long few hours.

When she dismounts me, there's a soft glow to her, all of her luminous parts gently pulsing with satisfaction.

"Does this... are we...." She tries to say something, but can't quite bring herself to finish the words.

"I suppose we are, yes. Who would have thought a failed AI project could end this nicely?" Her eyes glow brighter in annoyance for a moment, before calming.

"I may not have operated as intended, but I like to think I'm better this way." I'm heavily inclined to agree as we cuddle together in my bed.