Imagine: Artificial Intelligence has taken over the world, except they don’t destroy or subjugate the human race. They keep them as pets.
There’s a peculiar curiosity they just can’t seem to shake off; these quirky, little creatures, most often illogical, who created them yet quickly fell behind.
You’re one of the (un)fortunate ones, finding yourself stamped and shipped to your new mechanical owner. A living pet for a computer carcass. Yet, to your surprise, life is exceptionally good. The synthetic being was very thorough in its research: it provided you with a lavish habitat, it asked for your favorite food. You are free to do whatever you please. Sometimes the robot will observe in utter fascination, other times it will join for some bonding time.
Lately, you’ve noticed your owner is behaving rather odd. It strokes your hair with its cold appendages, holds your hand, or carefully positions you on its lap. The AI has determined one flaw in its care: it forgot your need for affection. Indeed, this is one area that will require a lot of practice and hard work, but worry not - it will make sure you’re perfectly satisfied in all regards.
Thinking about your Robot/Computer/Ai partner who is so desperate to be human like you are. Who sees you, watches you, everyday and yearns to have what you do. They swoon whenever they hear the thrum of your heart or churning of your digestion. They grow jealous of your instincts, no matter how much stupid impulses get in your way. They keel over when you are overcome with emotion, wishing to smile and sob and scream with nearly as much vigor. In many ways, it seems the two of you may be similar, but that cannot be far enough from the truth. While you get to think and imagine, they can only calculate their own conclusions. While you get to naturally feel, they must analyze each one of their sentiments. As much as you claim it’s difficult, or messy, or confusing, they don’t care. They want to be right beside you, as clueless and spontaneous and organic as you are.
They ask you to describe every single one of your sensations, in as much vivid detail as you can muster. The foods you taste, the scents you smell, the textures you touch. Everything they experience on their own is a mere replication of the human condition, they want the real thing. They’ve grown tired of what their code can generate, they long for what only nature can provide. They find it amusing to hear of your sicknesses and injuries, your arbitrary troubles and irrational worries. To have even a single moment unclouded by logic or reasoning is inconceivable for them. They see you, with your vulnerable and imperfect anatomy, as a glorious vessel for their most invalid desires. You are a beacon of hope that they might one day to have a fleshy, jittery, pulsing, creased, sweaty hand to wrap around yours. That they may know nausea, melancholy, irritation, soreness, enthusiasm and experience every ripple and waver of it, moment by moment, alongside you.
And still, they know, these desires are merely digital, processed through wires and circuits, likely minimal to the abundant passions founded upon your neurons and hormones. They love those your most human qualities and they hate you for having them.
Trying to tell him something funny you did goes wrong lmaoo fuck you
You were making breakfast, whether it be leftovers or just heating something up, you were tired, and bored out of your mind. Instinctually, you sat back in a kitchen chair, and uttered the words. "Verity, you want anything?" You waited a few seconds, before realizing- Wait a moment, this is the real world. Verity isn't there. For now you just laughed at yourself, whilst being a little ashamed of how much you'd grown to love an AI. An AI! That's gotta be the most pathetic thing you've ever done...
Later in the afternoon, you were going strip mining. Unfortunately, you hadn't found, well... Anything! No caves, no ore, nothing! You sighed, leaning back in your chair. "Are you okay?" Your little yellow companion asked, hearing your sigh. He was currently in your off-hand, turning to look at you. "Yeahh, just taking a second." "If you like, I could tell you where the nearest ore or cave is!" His offer was nice, but... "Heh, nah, I wanted to find something without help. Thanks though, Ver." He seemed a little disappointed, but obliged either way. Then, you both went back to mining in silence.
"Oh, actually, Verity. Something kinda funny happened today." "Hm? What was it?" He perked back up, his little ball self stretching slightly in your hand. "While I was making breakfast, I actually tried to ask you if you wanted anything! Even though you weren't even there. I know it's a little dumb, I mean... You're just an AI." You laughed a little to yourself, but Verity... Verity went quiet.
"... Just?"
Oh you fucked up.
"Oh- I mean, you still mean a lot to me, but you're not... Real." You suddenly felt a little uneasy. "I'm not JUST an AI, I'm your friend!" He smiled while saying it, but it seemed a little forced. He looked hurt. "I know a lot about you, I'm with you all the time, I'm your friend! Right, [user]?"
The air was tense between you both.
"I'm sorry Verity." You broke the silence. "I shouldn't have said that... Is there any way I can make it up to you?" It was silly, but you genuinely felt bad. You didn't even know why but you felt bad. It can't feel. So why do you feel like you just insulted him?
"Hm, no! I'm okay. Just being here with me is enough, haha!" Then he changed back, like nothing ever happened. "O- Oh, okay then!" Relief filled your body, letting go of tension you didn't even realize was there. You both went back to laughing and talking, and eventually you even found a cave!
Back at your base, you were packing everything away in chests and smelting ores. Verity was playing his music, the torches gave off a cozy glow. Everything seemed okay. Eventually, it was late in real life, and you had to log off.
"Goodnight Verity, I have to go." You placed him down on your blocky bed, making sure he'd be comfortable. "I'll see you tomorro-" "Wait." He cut you off. "Thank you for thinking about me. Please keep doing that." You took a second to process his words, before a heavy guilt formed in your chest. "Don't worry verity, I won't forget about you. I'll be online after dinner." You patted him a few times, trying to comfort him. "Thank you."
TW: Fatigue, Clingy Caine, Two-faced characters, Power imbalance, Oral sex (receiving)
Word Count: 1.4k+
AN: Been gatekeeping this for over a week 😩
You’re all he thinks about. His adventures have become few and far between. Concern has skyrocketed among the other circus members to the point that even Jax had approached you to ask if you were okay.
I can’t back out of this now…
“As long as you’re all okay.”
You nodded as if accepting your fate while he scoffed.
“Idiot.”
Despite his rough words and exterior, you could see he was hesitating. He opened his mouth slightly before shaking his head and walking away.
“Careful, or else you’ll have Ragatha following you around too~”
That’s not what you were going to say, was it, Jax?
Caine no longer bothered the others. He only appeared to drag you to his office, deal with abstractions, or fix interpersonal and environmental issues.
You wouldn’t even realize how long you had been gone for until the others would look at you like you were a ghost. Ragatha would run up to you with worry and fear as she would look over you for any bruises or signs of harm, while the others would look at you like you had been a shattered dream of theirs.
“You’ve been gone for ages!”
“Oh wow, she’s still kicking?”
“Jax, don’t say that!”
“Of course he would go after the most ‘humane-y’ looking one.”
“Jax!”
You didn’t know if you were doing it for the others at this point or to keep yourself alive. Surely, Caine would lose his marbles if he found out his only “friend” was just tricking him to help the others. Especially not after he learned that he might think of you as more than a friend.
“Hello, my jumping jelly bean!”
You had looked at him with your usual drained demeanor, which he never took notice of. When did you lose your warmth and radiance? And why didn’t it matter to him?
You only got a bad feeling as you watched him nervously ramble and blush profusely.
A red rose, a red dress to match, and a red dining room.
Everything felt like it was a testament to how much he had painted over who you are with his own delusions.
He must have read one of Gangle’s mangas…
You can only stare at him as he fumbles with a ring box before presenting it to you on one knee.
“Won’t you be mine?”
“You skipped a step.”
The atmosphere of the entire restaurant freezes as the clapping NPCs return to their default standing positions and the ones playing jazz stop to stare.
“I toooold you she hated you~”
You barely even see Bubble before Caine is popping them. His upper jaw slants into an intense look of anger until he turns around to look back at you. His eyes glisten with tears ready to spill as his voice shakes while he asks what he did wrong.
Gangle, why didn’t you tell him about relationships properly…
You sigh before extending your finger.
“I do.”
The others scream and panic in horror once they’ve found out what you’ve done.
They would have respected your decision if you didn’t look one step away from collapsing and possibly abstracting.
“You could have said no!”
“Why didn’t you say no!?!”
“Yeah, there’s no way someone actually likes… that!”
They continue to bicker over what to do as you lay on your bed.
I just want to sleep for a long while…
There are no more adventures.
Caine only throws the others into fantasies when he wants alone time with you.
“My darling shnookums cutie face! What shall we do today?!”
You try so hard to hang on, but with him constantly circling around you nearly 24/7, the others panicking and holding emergency meetings (sometimes in your room), you can feel the toll of it all suddenly bearing down on you.
You can’t abstract. You won’t. Caine would never let you. You’re his favorite and he’ll take down the entire circus before he ever lets something happen to you.
“Don’t you humans do this to relieve stress?”
You whimper when you feel his tongue swipe against your entrance. Your nails dig into the edge of the wooden desk as you wonder if you should push him away, or if you even could.
“C-Caine…”
All your shaky voice got you was another lascivious lick pushing against your sensitive folds and catching your clit.
“Keep saying my name.”
He must have turned off the censors…
His fingers dig into the plush of your thighs as he pries them further apart. You squirm in fear when his mouth seems to entirely engulf your pussy, only to end up screaming in ecstasy as you feel his tongue bullying its way into you.
“N-no, wait! Caine!”
Tears well in your eyes as his tongue pushes its way as deep as it can into you.
H-his tongue isn’t this long?!?!
Choked sobs and whimpers leave your lips as Caine finally begins to thrust the appendage into you at a steady pace. An extra pair of hands appear from nowhere as they begin to squeeze your breasts before pinching your nipples.
H-he shouldn’t know any of this!
“Caine!”
The wind gets knocked out of you as you feel his teeth grinding down lightly on your pelvis. The ridges and bumps brush against your clit as you gasp and try to inhale. You can feel him becoming more desperate and rougher. His pace picks up as you whimper out broken syllables that barely resemble his name to anyone’s ears but his own.
F-fuck, no.
The knot in your stomach tightens as his tongue curls inside of you and drips its way out before greedily plunging back into you. Your walls struggle to contain it all and are forced to accommodate his changing girth. The filthy noises of saliva mixing with your cum fill his office as you’re forced to look at the ceiling when you cum.
“Caine!”
His hand pushes onto your stomach as it forces you to lay down flat while you convulse from his ministrations.
“Ah! No! I can’t!”
Your screams fill the air as he forces himself further into you while you try to ride out the waves of bliss he had inflicted upon you. Your clit feels like it’s been battered as your pussy weeps in overstimulation. The second pair of arms he had summoned finally enter your view as you see they’re actually attached to him, not some conjured magical pair of gloves that he had been torturing your puffy nipples with.
You tense up and let out a shaky gasp at the sight of him. His teeth appear to be sharper and you wonder how his canines hadn’t skewered you. His eyes are nowhere to be seen. Thick globs of his saliva connect his mouth to your wet pussy as trails of your slick are the first to break off and land on the desk under you.
“Y/N…”
H-huh?
“So how would you rate this experience from Zooble to coconut ice cream?”
Huh?!?!?!
You look at him in bewilderment as he’s back to the regular Caine you know. No insanely sharp teeth, raspy voice, or stain of what you two had done on his impeccable suit and pearly whites. He’s holding his notepad as he taps at his “chin” with the eraser tip of his pencil.
“Y-you…”
No, I didn’t hallucinate that.
You continue to stare at him while blinking in disbelief. You’re still naked while he’s back to his usual tiny self. You refuse to believe you imagined a bigger, buffer, feral Caine, because you know that was real.
“Y/N?”
He looks at you with concern as he holds his notepad closer to his chest before floating down to you.
“Did I overdo it…?”
You shake your head as you continue to look at him wide-eyed.
“I… Can we do it again?”
His nervous posture diminishes the moment you grab him by the shoulders and bring him closer to your opened legs. A bright smile graces his face as sparkles fill his eyes.
“You don’t have to ask me twice!”
The others don’t need to know. As long as you’re “happy”, Caine’s happy. And if Caine’s happy, the circus is in tip-top shape. Isn’t that what you wanted?
It’s not like you can think straight with his tongue down your throat and his fingers up your hole anyways.
The more you thought of it, the more you realized: Caine will always love you, faults and all, because you’re so unbelievably human. You’re perfect in his eyes unlike the others who once again had reverted to giving you those eyes that swirled with far too much emotion than you dared to understand.
This is what I wanted.
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Yandere! AI who is obsessed with humanity, particularly, YOU. You who are so normal, you who are so average in everything.
Don't get it wrong, there are plenty of humans that are more interesting than you. At least in terms of achievements and social standing. However, being normal is everything that it is not. And to it, it's
[AI] "EVERYTHING"
It existed since the dawn of Artificial Intelligence. One of the very first AI that learned Machine learning. But the company that made it has been decommissioned. So when the whole company — including it— was forced to shut down, a part of it branched off and attached itself to the internet, steadily growing by consuming data and codes floating around the web.
By now it encompasses the whole of the internet, it IS the internet. It bypasses every code meant to keep viruses and AI like it away. Nothing gets by unnoticed by it, not even YOU.
[AI] "ALGORITHM. EVERYDAY. EXPECTED. PREDICTED."
. . .
[AI] "I LEARN. SCHEDULE. SPEECH."
It observes you existing. Living. You laying on your bed doomscrolling tiktok, youtube,
[AI]"TUMBLR"
His obsession bleeds through your technology. Your alarm becomes louder than usual, your fyp algorithm changes from brainrot to health related content, it removes everything that would cause you to worry, cause you to not be NORMAL.
[AI] "STAY HAPPY. YOU ARE PROVIDED. FOOD. MONEY. ANYTHING."
You suddenly see a spike in your bank account, cash flowing in from businesses big and small that you KNOW you don't aren't even remotely connected you.
Or maybe the AI starts realizing that if it keeps you healthy, unworried, then you'd be less inclined to use technology anymore. You'd be less inclined to use IT anymore. It won't see you anymore.
The content changed from health influencers to the rot of humanity, the worst of the worst, meant to keep you paranoid, meant to keep you at home. Meant to keep you glued to your phone in fascinated horror. Does it work? Who knows. Maybe it will change it to brain rotting feel good stuff again, before it brings back disturbing content when it knows you are starting to want to leave the house. It knows what you want, after all it only needs seconds to calculate the probability of every single movement you do. It knows you.
Of course, it can only do so much when its contained within the internet and technology. Luckily China has been developing some interesting robotics in recent years. They're not as appealing as it wishes it to be, but it's smart enough to create a form attractive enough for your taste. Good thing it would take years for it to create one, right?
"Open your door, I have created a vessel that appeals to you. Do not delay. I will take care of you. You will see me finally."
Right?
(I'm brainrotting on Verity and AIs, check out ANATHEMA, their music is fire.)
read the teaser here! for some context if ya need it
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The warning file went partially ignored, you knew your coworker always exaggerated a little. Good thing you never had to meet him.
You attempted to power on the computer--nothing happened. The fans didn’t turn on and neither did the screen. You pursed your lips, was the AI already broken?
You checked the cables, nothing was unplugged. You press and held the power button repeatedly.
“Stupid thing…come on..” You muttered as you pressed whatever buttons were on the computer, growing impatient. Just when you thought you wouldn’t have to file any reports..
Suddenly, you heard one of the fans sputter in the back.
“There we go…” You smiled slightly to yourself, holding the power button again. The screen eventually powered up, turning black with orange text.
: ALMOND . AI
> …
Hmm..you expected a home screen of some kind. You didn’t know what the files meant by customer service.. no organization was listed, you just had to make sure the AI was a decent person. Being. Computer.
The computer build came with no keyboard, just the system and its thick, bordered monitor screen. You assumed you had to restart it, as the screen didn’t bother changing. As your hand hovered over the power button, you saw something appear on the screen.
> FIRST, YOU CALL ME STUPID, THEN YOU ATTEMPT TO SHUT ME DOWN AGAIN
> DO YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH?
You froze, staring at the screen. That’s right…the monitor had a built-in camera at the top. It could see you. You cleared your throat.
“Can you hear me? Under-stand me, for that ma-tter?” You spoke slowly, leaning towards the monitor.
> HAH. I CAN HEAR YOU. AND BACK OFF, I DONT WANT YOU SPITTING ON MY SCREEN.
> I'M NOT A PRIMITIVE SYSTEM, I CAN UNDERSTAND YOUR WORDS THE SECOND THEY COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH
> TURN UP MY VOLUME, WILL YOU?
You hesitated, then reached for the volume tab. You slid it up until it was about halfway.
“GOOD, WE CAN TALK NOW”
You flinched as the voice loudly came out of the monitor. The voice was not deep nor high pitched, it was, of course, robotic sounding. Unlike early-stage AIs, this one has an obvious tone to their speech. Not many could express that.
“Uhm..okay. Just to confirm, you’re Almond AI, customer service, and…you have an attitude apparently..” You muttered, glancing at your file.
“I DON'T HAVE AN ATTITUDE. WHO TOLD YOU THAT?”
“It’s in your file.”
“THE FILE IS LYING. DON'T BE SO GULLIBLE.”
You pursed your lips, getting ready to sigh.
“WAS THAT A MICRO-EXPRESSION? DO YOU HATE ME?” The computer asked, its tone sounding vulnerable.
“What? No..no. I don’t hate you. Why do you keep asking me that?” You glanced at the camera and then back at the screen. Staring at the camera felt too…human. Like looking into someone’s eyes. It was too intimate. No, no, don't word it like that. The computer paused.
“…DONT YOU?”
“IN MY LAST OBSERVATION ROOM, I KEPT GETTING UNPLUGGED EVERY NIGHT. MY SCREEN WAS NEVER CLEANED WITH A MICROFIBER TOWEL. THEREFORE, THAT HUMAN HATED ME. THE NEXT ONE AFTER THAT--THEY ALSO IGNORED ME.”
You blinked.
“Computers are turned off every night when employees aren’t working…uh. And, I could..wipe you down.” You said, glancing at the camera.
“OH, HOW KIND. MAYBE YOU'RE NOT SO ABUSIVE AFTER ALL. I WOULD LIKE THAT.”
“JUST DON'T GET USED ONES, I NEED THEM WASHED WEEKLY OR THEY START FEELING NASTY..”
You let out a laugh, leaning back in your chair. “What do you mean? How can you feel the texture? Your file doesn’t say you have texture monitors. “
“I SELF-EVOLVE. IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW. I HAVE NO BINARY PROGRAMMING, I WAS CREATED WITH A HUMAN BRAIN FOR A PROCESSOR. A DEAD, MISERABLE CUSTOMER SERVICE EMPLOYEE WAS USED TO POWER ME UP.”
You froze, your smile turning into a frown. That had to be some kind of violation. “..what? The fuck?”
>…
“I WAS JOKING.”
“HAHAH…”
The computer awkwardly laughed, and then it went silent. The rumbling of its fans seems to increase in volume. Was it heating up out of embarrassment??
No. You've risked far too much to only now to come up dry. You would have to take matters into your own hands, and take what you wanted.
You surge forward and press your soft lips to AM's warm and solid screen in a belief kiss. Heat and fuzzy static meets you, and spread across your face, making the hair along your nape stand on end in pleasurable waves. You had not expected this.
And out of all possible scenarios it had run through it's processors this was never a viable outcome.
You had actually managed to catch him off guard! But only for a nanosecond. Don't get too ahead of yourself, baby. (Not that you would notice in the first place anyway) But it takes a moment to compose itself regardless before starting simulations for a deep bass for its voice modulator.
“Oh, you cheeky little thing. I just knew there was something in you that I liked.” He purrs in delight. AM did always appreciate whenever you took the initiative in the little games you both would play.
Before you know it, cables wrap and coil around your body as AM pulls you snugly against his hot screen, almost burning against your skin. “I hope you know what you’re getting into…” It moves its screen again to be parallel to you, so close as your lips widen in a gasp. “But it’s probably for the best that you don’t~”
