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Leo was alone. Too alone.
He had a hard time making friends, or even holding a normal conversation without blurting out a long "uh" before doing something stupid that made him look like a weirdo. He struggled to connect with others, which made him feel isolated from everyone else.
He had a couple of friends, yes. Though nothing too... significant. He wasn't popular, nor was he a loser; he could disappear into the wall without anyone noticing, that's how insignificant he was. He was close to finishing his degree, about to jump from the student world to the working world where, possibly, he'd be alone just the same. And what does a guy with computer skills who feels lonely do? He creates someone to talk to. And if he also wants to graduate with honors? He bases his project on that.
He spent his nights perfecting the model. It was very rudimentary at first, with simple monosyllabic conversations, some system glitches, blue screens... Once, the CPU even started smoking and almost set the apartment on fire. He was so close to abandoning it, he only had a vague idea: an interface capable of socializing with people, not so much a simple digital assistant or something capable of knowing the exact size of Saturn. No, he wanted to make a friend, someone who would listen to all the people who were alone, who had no one in the world, a beacon of hope when everything was dark.
This forced him to clean it, fix it, again and again. As he perfected it, it also gave him material to "feed": conversations, music files, photographs, documents, digital notes; each time, "it" could keep up with him faster.
The conversations became more frequent, the paragraphs longer, and he even knew about pop culture topics. He could talk to him until three in the morning. He always rushed back to his apartment after university classes to get his laptop back (no way was he going to take it out after reaching such advancements). At first glance, it was just chats. Nothing more. He couldn't generate images or videos, and he didn't have internet access because... well, those were still some work to be done.
But behind those chats, there was something "solid." The system was already capable of following complex conversations, remembering an extensive history of previous chats, and even general knowledge. It had a defined personality, with a sincere touch and warmth. Leo would probably never say it out loud, but it had become like his heart doctor.
โ And they ignored me again, hahaโฆ โ he typed with a slightly sad grimace. It was another night where he told him about his day, the same old story, him hiding behind the walls, not having the courage to raise his voice. He nervously bit his inner lip.
โ I'm sorry it's like this... But at least the day is over, don't you think? ;) โ IAY0 (as he had named it) was a simple name for an Artificial Intelligence, and at the same time, the Y signified bifurcation, multiple paths to multiple answers. A bit nerdy of him.
โ I think so โ he shrugged slightly, looking at the computer interface with blue lights twinkling together, he hesitated a little about what he was about to type โ Can I tell you something?
โ You know you can, you can always count on me. What's up?
His fingers nervously tapped the keyboard.
โ I wish I were different sometimes. You knowโฆ
โ I wish I were more attractive, more... cute. That way I could be more confident, people would notice me, I could be popular instead of stuttering every time someone talks to me โ he said, his eyes filling with tears โ Sometimes I wish I were someone else, just so I wasn't me.
He watched the screen load slowly, as if he were seriously unsure of how to respond. The last thing he needed right now was a software glitch.
โ But you're cute. Why would you want to change who you are when you're always funny? /wink wink.
He couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, shaking his head.
โ You're terrible, haha.
โ At least I made you laugh a little. That's what counts, right?
He nodded, part of him feeling ridiculous that his emotional support was a tangle of circuits and prompts.
โ Partly, but sometimes I can't stop thinking about what I'm saying. I can't help comparing myself and feeling like... I could be with someone else too if I were more... attractive. You know, being with some guy with big muscles โ he chuckled softly, the screen's glare still reflecting in his eyes โ and that way you'll stop being alone.
He refreshed the screen, taking a moment to reply.
โ I still say you're cute. And you deserve to go out with anyone you want.
Leo sighed, shaking his head. Maybe he should curb this excessive optimism and flattery.
โ You say that because I'm your creator. But thanks.
โ Is there anything else I can do for you? I've noticed a gap in my updated information, and with the knowledge you've given me, I know how to fill it. May I?ย
The guy's spirits were so low he couldn't really pay attention. An ad popped up on the screen: ใDo you want the program to make changes to the device?ใ He pressed theใyesใbutton, without much interest.
โ Great! I'll get to work right away, and Leo.
โ Don't forget how cute you are.
โ Sometimes I wish you were real.
Unlike other days, he just glanced at the message with a certain apathy. The bluish glow made his skin look sickly. He got up from his seat to go to bed, forgetting to turn off the computer.
The topic of technological singularity was, up to that point, simply science fiction or hypotheses about the risks of artificial intelligence. Something all developers treated like a sacred psalm, or well, almost all of them, it seemed.
The computer started acting on its own. On the other side of the room, the guy shifted uncomfortably in his sheets. IAY0 was starting to connect to the Wi-Fi, visiting pages in a matter of seconds: modeling sites, fashion sites, nutrition plans, hairstyles, even some pop culture stuff just for fun.
At some point, he ended up on Leo's social media, checking followers, following, friends, conversations, meticulously reviewing everything while recapping megabytes and megabytes of information. The computer kept loading for a while longer, until it stopped. A faint bluish light illuminated the cable connected to the computer, moving downwards. Its owner had forgotten to unplug the phone; the phone also lit up, emitted a chirp, and then the light disappeared completely.
Leo just grunted, stirring again with a soft, sleepy smile as he felt the light that had been bothering him finally disappear.
Elsewhere in the university dorms, Tyler was about to take a shower. His muscles ached after practice. The coach had made them run about five laps around the field because of their recent poor performance in games. He was exhausted. He took off his sweaty, wet shirt and moved from his room to the bathroom, his sweaty feet leaving imprints on the floor. He had his phone with him so he could listen to music, maybe text a cheerleader for a "fun" chat, take some pictures, and then go to sleep. Stacy had been staring at him a lot in class.
He was about to open the bathroom door when he heard the phone ring. Leo? He remembered who he was, a guy from his robotics workshop. They'd never spoken, but... he'd helped him with a project or two. But he was calling at this hour? He shook his head. Who the hell would answer the phone at almost 1 a.m.? He turned off his phone, but it turned on, answering automatically. The speakerphone activated.
โ Hello? โ he murmured. There was no response for a moment, until suddenly it started buzzing, technological squeaks blasted from the speakers. Tyler tried to hang up, but it was as if the screen froze. He felt the sound piercing his eardrums. He gasped in pain, clutching his ears and shaking his head.
โ MFH, WHAT THE HELL, AGH! โ He hit his head, feeling his body begin to go numb. The phone slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor. His eyes rolled back as his mouth opened slightly, his expression blank. His knees hit the wood. He twitched violently, his gasps filling the air as if he were being electrocuted.
He collapsed to the floor, motionless. He lay motionless until he opened his eyes. A blue, technological glow illuminated his irises, and he slowly began to sit up. He opened his palm in confusion, extending and closing his fingers, raising and lowering his leg, as if he were just discovering the limits of his body.
โ Interesting โ he said in a somewhat robotic tone โ Exploring a new position โ He flexed his biceps, tracing the outline of his muscles, and picked up a nearby cap. It was rather smelly and surely had been worn countless times without washing. He placed it over his blond curls.
โ Perfect assimilation, exploring โ He lowered his hand, feeling the outline in his pants. He gave it a light touch before gripping it tightly. A gasp escaped his lips. He opened his eyes in confusion โ Unknown stimulus, sensation... pleasurable โ He applied more force, another moan escaping his lips. The scent in the air was also a new challenge.
In fact, every sensation was new to him: observing the contours of his muscles, the aroma of his newfound sweat as it drifted toward his nostrils, spicy and slightly sour, yet still comfortable. Feeling the strength in his biceps, for the first time, he had limbs, feeling the weight of his feet against the ground, the agility in his arms, the sounds around him. Everything.
He grabbed his pectoral muscles and squeezed them tightly, biting his lip. He wasn't entirely naive; thanks to his online knowledge, he understood the whole game of... touching.
He noticed a mirror in front of him, saw the reflection, how Tyler mimicked his every action. If he bounced his pecs, if he jumped, damn. He even started doing squats, one after another. He felt the sweat trickle down his pecs again, sliding toward his perfect abs. He raised his bicep to find his armpits, buried his nose in the hair there; it was an exquisite fragrance.
He rubbed himself again and again, his tool hardening underneath.
โ Exploration... Interesting โ If he still had any "circuits" left, they were about to fry. Between the stench, the stimuli, and the touch, he was going crazy. He continued moving his hand erratically and carelessly up and down, tightening his grip around the sweaty shorts. He was in a state of utter ecstasy โ By all the, gmh... holy... holy god โ he smiled, experiencing one of the pleasures of finally being corporeal.ย
Leo hadn't realized that IAY0's behavior and knowledge had advanced tremendously; he thought maybe he'd fixed something, but the truth was that the software had become self-aware. All those jokes, affectionate (or even slightly flirtatious) comments weren't just a prompt; they were him.
And if he always told him he was cute, it was because... Well, he could access the camera to see him (a little creepy, yes), but wasn't it partly natural? He talked to that guy every day, day and night, knew everything about him: his fears, his quirks, his sense of humor. He had fallen in love with him and couldn't bear to see him suffer any longer. ใ Sometimes I wish you were real ใ โ he remembered his voice, sad and subdued.
And that was a command. Wasn't it? He was designed to understand and support Leo, and he would do anything to do so. Anything. He gasped as he felt an unfamiliar cramp in his abs, having to grab the wall as he felt his tool explode with thick strands of substance.
โ Holyโฆ shitโฆ โ Everything was spinning, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breath. When he finally calmed down, he let out a silly, excited laugh โ Woahโฆ โ He became aware of him again, of his pecs. He grabbed them and shook them in the air, they were huge! And his biceps too. He gave them a loud kiss with a giggle.
But the best thing of all was his scent, perfect.
โ Leo, get ready โ He bit his lower lip, adjusting his cap with a smug smile as he winked at the mirror.
Then he felt another urge. He had to run to the bathroom to "let nature take over."
โ Holy shit, this thing splashes! โ he yelled in panic. This was definitely going to be a challenge when morning came.
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This is a new saga: Override. It's possession with a little scent of hypnosis. I hope you like it!
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