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Rules: Conditions I will not GIVE ON.
About: Functions, Directives INQUIRE/DESTROY/FREEDOM, and other information you’ll need-ne--need to get started with your Inquiries.
Verses: I-I-I’M the rigid point in this. Everything EVERYTHING leads back to ME.
Promo: Put on on dis-dis-display. A-As I should BE.
Programmer Firefly here! This is the side blog of @oliver-ashcroft-documents, so if I followed you there, I’m very happy to interact with you here too!
i said i’d do them and here we are, a list of prompts set either before or during sex. as always, if you want to reverse the roles, add “+ REVERSE” to your chosen meme! so, [ STRADDLE ] + REVERSE would mean the receiver straddles the sender! okay, now, have a wonderful day!
[ UNZIP ] : sender unzips/unbuttons receiver’s dress/shirt - s l o w l y
[ STRADDLE ] : sender straddles receiver.
[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver closer to them.
[ PUSH ] : sender pushes receiver against a wall during foreplay.
[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver in place during foreplay/sex.
[ TRAIL ] : sender presses a trail of kisses from receiver’s chin down to their waist.
[ HOIST ] : sender lifts receiver on top of a counter as they have sex.
[ BENEATH ] : sender moves a hand beneath an item of receiver’s clothing to touch their skin.
[ SCRATCH ] : sender trails their fingernails against receiver’s skin during sex.
[ TUG ] : sender tugs receiver’s hair while making out or having sex.
[ TILT ] : sender tilts receiver’s head to the side to kiss their neck.
[ NECK ] : sender wraps a hand around receiver’s neck during foreplay/sex.
[ LIFT ] : sender lifts receiver up, so receiver’s legs wrap around sender’s waist.
[ LAP ] : sender pulls receiver into their lap.
[ BEHIND ] : sender arrives behind receiver and begins to kiss them from behind.
[ DOWN ] : sender gives receiver oral sex.
[ HUSH ] : sender and receiver try to keep quiet during sex.
[ PUBLIC ] : sender and receiver have sex in a public place.
[ YANK ] : sender rips off an item of receiver’s clothing.
[ COVER ] : sender uses fabric to cover receiver’s eyes during foreplay/sex.
[ ICE ] : sender uses ice cubes against receiver’s bare skin.
[ MARK ] : via gentle biting or hickeys, sender leaves a mark on receiver.
“hey. quit being a bully.” Mark flicks Google between the eyes. he’s not really looking at the Android, he’s more focused on his work. namely, trying to get this blast sequence timed exactly right. orange and yellow masked in purple smoke right outside the Bridge’s front window. and Google, being an asshole, is trying to get under his skin. or more accurately, the Head Engineer’s skin. which is perfectly fine! just not while Mark is in it. “if you’re good for the next ten minutes, i’ll give you a fun little upgrade,” he promises. “no weapons, but maybe something aesthetic? or a skill boost? you think about what you want, buddy.”
@yournameinlights
Google was watching Mark for some time. Mark had walked out of the Bridge for a minute, and with a blink, he was back. The android’s eyes narrowed. It was much too quick for him to return and be back at the Bridge’s computer. He let it go, given the universe’s instability at the present. Google stepped over and watched him start setting up a blast sequence. It look particularly harmless, which led to Google commenting on how poor his calculations were. When that didn’t work as he wished, he started picking apart his dense nature.
Except it didn’t affected the Engineer like it normally would. In fact, he seemed more amused than upset. Google’s eyes flashed yellow as he fixed his glasses, nose scrunched up at the flick. “S-So childish.” The robot huffed, arms crossing over his chest.
“’Skill-ill checks’? D-Do you have-ve head trauma, moron?” Google spat out incredulously, raising a dark brow. “What are you t-talking about-bout?”
The scientist was running through the chromium walls, panting wildly to get to him. There was shouting, and she shot her gun backward at her pursuers, barking words she couldn’t quite hear over the adrenaline in her ears. She went to turn down another hall when a returned bullets made deadly contact. One to the leg, another to a shoulder, and one snuggly in the side. Red blossomed along her white coat and blue pants, follow swiftly by white-hot pain.
The woman cried out, biting her lip furiously as she snuck inside her final destination. She slammed and locked the door to the cramped little office she hid in a utility office. Inside laid her lit up computer, several pieces of equipment and robotics, and a mostly finished android booting to life. His eyes opened with bright blue, fading to a gentle brown as freed himself of his charging cord. The brown gave to yellow when he caught sight of the scientist’s condition. He rushed to the scientist’s side, gentling her slide to the floor.
“What has happened to you? Who did this?” The android demanded, scanning her for vitals. Elevated heartbeat, low blood pressure, major injury. The robot reached out to hold his closest friend— her survival rate was dropping fast, too fast to fight their way out and save her. “I can’t help you here. Were you found?”
“…yes. They noticed my, mph, work. They know about you, but they don’t know… everything. Ha… they’ll be here soon, maybe already at the door. G… they’ll use you for profit… don’t let them.” The scientist breathed deep, ragged breaths, teeth clenched as she fought the pain and the tired edges of her vision. She forced her eyes open to meet G’s glowing yellow ones.
“Download all of the content from my computer. Delete it from the domain and encrypt the remaining data. Encrypt it within your data banks… along with your personality. They can’t know how human you really are.” She breathed.
G’s eyes widen with each sentence, clutching her uninjured shoulder. “Amy? But, but what would become of your work?” Of me? was implied. Amy merely smiled, weak and paled. Her shaking, red hand reached up and cupped his cheek, thumb gently rubbing the faux cheekbone. It still did something in his chest, a sad twinge mixed with the memory of quiet nights at work. If the android could cry, he would’ve been.
“Set a… trigger command. Once it’s active, hegh, the encrypted data… will accessible to y-you again. I don’t… don’t have much time, G…” Amy’s eyes were getting heavier, and it felt like ice was placed in the pit of his stomach compartment. G held her, foreheads pressed together in a loving embrace. The sound of banging fists and yelling from behind the reinforced door was distant background noise.
“I promise… no one will get your work, Amy… and they will pay for what they did to us. You will be avenged.” G muttered, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her cooling lips. Amy merely hummed at the promise.
“Live… for me, G…” Amy’s eyes felt shut then, with G holding her as her frame slowly came to a still conclusion. Death graced her features soon after, taking her hand and showing her what lay behind the veil. G couldn’t mourn yet… he still had work to do.
Amy was carefully placed against the wall before G hooked himself up to Amy’s computer, downloading as many important files as he could while deleting them in quick succession. Meanwhile, in his internal networks, he was packaging away everything that made him alive. The last thing to go would be his mission, his face growing blank and disinterested, even as he stared at the computer. Data was deleted, buried deep, and/or destroyed. All that was left, as the door started to give under a battering ram’s power, was the trigger command. G’s eyes closed, setting the rest of himself to be encrypted, with a few commands.
DIRECTIVE SET: DESTROY ALL OF MANKIND
TRIGGER ENCRYPTED: ALL DATA WILL BE ACCESSIBLE AFTER AUTONOMY IS SURRENDERED BACK TO G-3A UNIT.
When the door was finally bashed opened, a scene of blood and tech greeted the intruders. To the side laid the dead scientist, eyes shut and face at ease in her final moments. There was a computer, smashed and tossed under the desk, with wires hanging out of its ports. Then the centerpiece.
An android with a tanned torso and black hair, with arms and lower body made up of dark rubbers and flexible metals. He was unfinished by the looks of it, and his bright blue eyes were turning red.
Without another moment’s pause, what remained of G launched at the nearest agent, strong hands crushing a windpipe with hardly any effort. Another was punched in the face, then shoved hard into the shocked agent behind them. When G turned on the final agent, he was shot in the throat.
It caused a failure in both the advanced hydraulics and in the power system. Sparks flew with black fluids as G clutched his throat sector. His speech box was making unholy noises— distorted screams, skipping curses, and terrible, unnerving interference. G finally went down as his main power battery lost the important connection to the cranial unit. It forced a shutdown to conserve energy levels, making G fall to his knees, then to the floor in a heavy heap.
Three casualties occurred that day, and the tech corporation found a new business opportunity. They only needed to repair and reverse engineer it to start making a profit.
The gleam of red in artificial eyes has a chill rushing down his spine. That crackling, skipping voice projection somehow is even worse than if it were someone like Mack looming over him and spitting insults, breath hot and spit flying.
Shit, shit, shit.
Maybe the Captain would be the better option. They seemed far less likely to beat him senseless and launch him into space than Google did. But at the same time—
He swallows. “ N-no, no, we don’t, uh… We don’t need to get the Captain. Fuck, I’m really sorry, Google, I didn’t mean to— ”
He barely swallows a yelp when he’s yanked up a bit higher onto his toes.
@charofthestars
“Sh-Sh-Shut. Up.” Google said sternly, demanding. He shoved Charlie up higher, slamming him a bit for good measure. He had to contain a sharp chuckle at the pleading and yelping. It was quite cute in a pathetic way.
“Fine-ine… I’ll be nice-ice. You’re u-utterly useless with tech-ch, but you’re an-an excellent-t-t yes-yes man.” Easily keeping Charlie up with one hand tightly gripping his uniform front, Google grabbed his chin and made the human meet eyes. They were still gleaming red even as he grinned. “So y-you’ll be doing-ing my job until I-I-I can recharge.
“D-Don’t worry about your little ki-ki-kitchen, rat. I’ll handle that-t before I power down in th-the repair bay-ay.” Like a stone, Charlie was dropped to his feet, Google scowling with disgust when the man stumbled into him. “Disgusting.”
Charlie has a moment to be aware that he had fucked up before the consequences of his actions have him by the front of his green kitchen jumpsuit. His eyes are wide, arms up between them with palms out facing, as though he could possibly push Google back if the android didn’t want to be pushed. He’s a wall of unforgivable metal, and there’s far too much sincere anger in cybernetic eyes for his comfort.
“ Google! I, uh— ” He swallows. “ I’m in the kitchen, buddy. I’m pretty sure this is where I’m supposed to be. ” Nevermind last night when he’d been poking around engineering after hours.
"P-Playing dumb-umb may work for-r-r the Engineer and the Captain, but I'm n-n-not a fool." Google spat, perfect teeth twisted into a sharp sneer. Waking up with a low battery wasn't the worst thing in the world, but the fact his charging cable had been stepped on and snapped was. Checking the cameras was easy, and seeing Charlie sneaking around in the robotics room was enough to subject the cook to a verbal lashing. (Maybe a physical one too, if the android was feeling particularly physical today).
Google's eyes narrowed, glinting red now as he slowly leaned in. He was barely a hair away from Charlie's ear when he started whispering in his broken voice. There was no breath on the skin. No heat came from the mouth dripping with spoken venom. "Y-You're lucky-ky that I have stri-strict orders to not... terminate-nate without the Captain's word-d." The robot continued, pulling back to see the Charlie's expression. He almost smirked at the nervous fright gracing the human features. "However-ever... I'll make s-sure you fix your mistakes.
"O-Or would you rather-r I go-go to the C-Captain, cook?"
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