Hypnovember 2025 - 9. Cybernetic/Mech
In the third century of the Second Calendar, Ensign Theron Yamada is given the chance to pilot a mech.
The hanger door rolled open revealing a 60-foot tall white and gold robot suit, as service crews milled about it preparing it for launch.
The flight engineer rattled off policies and procedures to Ensign Theron Yamada, and while he was listening, his conscious mind was absorbed by the thing of beauty before him.
Never in a million years would he have imagined his application to the Dunama Program be approved, let alone be actually commissioned. In his heart, he knew it must have been because the pilots above him either didn't want to pilot a refurbished Dunama, or, more likely, they didn't want to pilot a Gynarch. He could imagine the list of names, all with an M under "gender".
Theron loved her at first sight. Her clean lines, the sculpted legs and calves - optimised for hostile territory incursions, the bolstered chest section where his capsule was, and the weapons - a vibrowhip and progressive dagger. The Andrarch range were bulky behemoths, suited for prolonged incursions, but this beautiful girl, she was a precision missile, ready to enter the battle, slay, and leave.
"Remember to control your breathing and heartrate when you enter the capsule, Theron. Your VoithOS needs to sync with your vitals, and having them at baseline will get you in the field sooner." Theron nodded at the engineer, whose brass nameplate read 'Baros' and stood out from his black and red uniform.
He nodded and started with his breathing exercises, as they stepped into the elevator to ride to the pilot’s entry hatch.
No "Now, you've synced with training AIs before, but this is a brand new VoithOS. We've rebuilt the chassis after Sgt Han's accident, but the copilot core is new. It has no identity other than what you train it to have. How you feel about it will feed back to you.
"Major Sasaki, he has an antagonistic relationship. Major Ka- look, you understand all this, don't you?"
The cabin opened to the pilot’s hatch. The two men exited and the mechanics opened the bulky door, revealing a dark pilot's compartment, lit by a wash of dark fuchsia LEDs. Baros looked at his clipboard and recited:
"Ensign Theron Yamada, your mission today is to sync with your Dunama to baseline. You are to undertake the obstacle course at GR 752 by 9. Upon completion of this task, if Flight Command authorises it, you will be requested to reconnoitre a possible Estado staging ground, details classified. Do you understand and accept these orders as I have given them to you?"
"Yes, Sir." Theron stood at attention and saluted, which Baros returned.
"Then your mission is confirmed Go. Good luck, pilot."
Theron entered the chamber and heard the door seal behind him. Strapping himself into his harness, he felt something rub between his legs. A small protrusion, rubbery in texture, prodded underneath his genitals - not uncomfortably so, but enough to be aware of it.
"Flight, this is Yamada." He called over the radio, as he started to boot up the mech. "Theres a ... Protrusion in my pilots cradle. "
"Confirm, Yamada. What do you mean a protrusion?"
"A little, uh, nubbin, that's resting right underneath my... my testicles."
Giggles over the radio. Yamada blushes as he reached for the VoithOS interface jack and slid it into the port at the base of his neck.
"Uh, we copy your ... Nubbin, Yamada. It's not on our prints; did you need an inspection?"
"Negative, Flight. It's not a problem. Han must have altered her cradle, I think it's a stabiliser. You can inspect when I return. Activating VoithOS now."
With one hand typing to activate the AI, he slid another VoithOS jack into his arm with his free hand, then repeated it.
VoithOS online. Welcome Theron Yamada.
The voice was synthetic, yet feminine. When it spoke, the LEDs pulsed from their default dark fuchsia, alternating with a deep burgundy. Theron secured his feet into the leglocks and took a few steps forward hesitantly.
"Good morning VoithOS. Load up mission details, Theron Yamada 325:4:9. Load nav data into Othoni system, display on left forward screen."
Confirmed. Query. This is your first assisted flight. Do you have any requirements?
"Negative VoithOS. Let's just get to the obstacle course before we dial up any subroutines."
The machine moved fluidly, as he walked through the cleared fields towards the course. It was quite responsive. The slight movement of his was reflected in the Dunama's movement. He felt a slight disconnect with his footfalls though. He expected to feel it when he put his foot down, but there was no feedback. No response.
"VoithOS, before we get to the course, can you load up some force feedback? I need to feel my steps."
Confirmed. Observation. Most pilots give their assistants names. Have you considered one?
"It’s a little early in the relationship for pet names, don’t you think? Do you have a preference?"
There was a silent pause. Theron focused on getting speed up. The mech moved differently from the Andrarch suits he'd trained in. It felt more lithe, more delicate. He tilted his legs down and trying running on the balls of his feet, and noticed a slight improvement in speed.
The word Thera means hunting, chase, volcano. It is also similar to your name Theron.
"Works for me, you little powerhouse. Let's do this obstacle course."
The obstacles were standard movement and combat trials. Running, jumping, using his whip, the dagger, swimming and jump jets. With more feedback feeding into the cradle, it felt natural. He adapted quickly to the movement style of the Gynarch frame, dodging and ducking with increasing aplomb.
He reached the end of the course and relaxed in his cradle. The activity had caused him to start perspiring, and he requested Thera to do something about it. She filled the cabin with a perfumed aerosol, scented of rosewater and orchid. It was quite soothing.
"Yamada, this is Flight. You've scored a 76 on the course. We're happy with that. Return to base."
Return to base? What about the mission? The staging camp? It must be the 76. Shimatta. He could do better. He wanted that mission.
"Uh, Flight? Yamada. I'm not satisfied with that result. Request permission to run it again?"
"Yamada, this is Baros. You OK? Your heartrate just dropped."
"Baros, Yamada. Yeah, I've got my VoithOS to deploy some aromatherapy for me. I think I can lock in and get over 80. Request permission to re-run the course?"
"Yamada, Flight. Give us a moment to reset the trackers, let's see how far you can push it."
Theron walked back to the starting line. He breathed in calm. He exhaled tension. Closing his eyes, he imagined he was not piloting the Dunama. He was the Dunama. His toned calves, his white chassis, his cinched waste.
Theron, you appear to be attempting to improve your synchronisation with the Dunama. Would you like assistance?
"Anything you have, Thera. Let's go."
Theron started the course again, focusing on not just doing the course, but feeling the course. His skids under the barriers felt tighter, his weaving the cables using modest jump-jet deployment was timed better and his knife strikes were more accurate.
"Uh, Yamada? Flight. We're showing you at a 92. Can you confirm sync rate with VoithOS?"
He didn't need to pass on the message. Thera displayed a readout on one of her screens which he read back to them
"Uh, the screen says: status ALT-sigma7"
"Confirm that, Yamada.... Uh, wow, great work."
Flight continued to speak, but Theron didn't hear it. As soon as Baros said 'great work', the protrusion between his legs buzzed, sending a sharp sensation of pleasure up through his body.
"Yamada, we just detected a spike in your heart rate. Is everything OK?"
Theron blinked and looked at the status screen. Reading it out to base, he recited: "Status H2864- error 419"
He tried to steady his breathing, recovering from the pleasurable stimulation, hearing whispering on the open line. "Copy that Yamada. Just a malfunctioning sensor. Get your VoithOS to reset its sensors and we'll get this mission authorisation up for you. Good work."
Theron just managed to eke out a "Copy that" before the protrusion buzzed again, sending another shiver of pleasure through him.
"Thera! What the hell is that?"
This module has been equipped with an unlicenced pleasure module. I falsified the sensor malfunction to ensure you are not prosecuted for altering your cradle. Positive reinforcement has returned in higher synchronisation. Do you want to ensure high synchronisation?
"Yes, b-" More buzzing between his legs cut him off, insensibly babbling from pleasure.
I have noticed a lower-than-expected response from stimulation. Is the module defective?
"No, Thera, I'm a guy! That's why I'm..." More buzzing.
Thank you for clarifying the module is not defective. We will improve your sync rate together.
Theron was grateful for the chance to breathe when Thera stopped buzzing him. He looked down at himself and a small wet patch on the front of his flight suit. He blushed.
"You don't have to keep doing that, Thera."
Understood. Would you like me to use light and sound to stimulate higher synchronisation ratios?
"That'd be better than buzzing me all the time."
The lights switched to a slow pulsing throb and a binaural tone hummed in the background. Theron glanced at the screen on his right and tabbed to Mission Data. It read 'Updating. Please Wait'
Theron. Request for enquiry.
You have recall of admiring this mech. Is that correct?
"Yes, it's a beautiful craft. She... Uh... You are gorgeous."
Clarification. You still wish optimal synchronisation.
"Yes. If I'm going to be the best pilot, we need to move as one."
The conversation broke as he heard the familiar voice of his Chief of Flight on the comm.
"Ensign Yamada. This is your flight engineer, Chief Yuro Baros. Authorisation Red-Scarlet-Gamma-9."
"Confirmed Chief, Teal-Aqua-Forty-Iota."
"Pilot, I am authorising you to travel to location orange, and reconnoitre. We have suspects that the Bharati are assembling suits for a potential attack. Confirm with photographics and return. You are authorised to engage if confronted. Repeat, do not engage the Estado forces unless provoked. Do you understand?"
"Non provoking reconnaissance. Confirmed, over"
"Then your mission is a go. Good luck, pilot."
Theron cued up the Nav Data. It was some distance away, in a mountainous stretch of forest. Only accessible via flying. It was time to see what they could make this beautiful machine do. The aroma in the capsule changed. Flowery still, but with a musky undertone. He felt flushed. It was actually quite pleasant. Sensing his question;
A scent formulated to enforce connection with your Dunama. Your endorphin levels show it is pleasing.
"Sure is!" Theron kicked up the jets and lifted of in the direction of the suspected Estado camp.
Theron, I have been analysing how best to increase your synchronisation with your Dunama. Would you appreciate micro variances in your othoni system to provide instant feedback?
The screen before him changed subtly. He could tell something was flashed there but couldn't make out the words. Arms? Maybe? Legs? Also?
He looked away and flexed his arms. He did feel a little more in tune with the sleek, hyper designed fighting machine around him. Cycling through to sync rate on his screens he saw it peaked at 93. Perfect.
"Thank you, Thera. Whatever you just did, more of that.”
He closed his eyes and paced his breathing. He was a white and gold Dunama, flying through the air above fields becoming trees and rocks. His hand gripped its progressive dagger, just to know it was there and he could. The ambience of the capsule shifted slightly. As he was about to ask, he jiggled his jacks and Thera responded:
I have it on record that adrenaline helps in a combat situation.
“No, thanks. I’m good for adrenaline.”
You do not need me to produce hormones you can produce yourself?
“That’s correct. Hold up, we’re arriving.” Theron cooled his jets and hovered in the air over the camp. Zooming in, he saw the clear shapes of Siva-units and trucks marked in Hindi and Estado markings. He transmitted the feed to Base.
“Yamada; This is Flight. Thanks for that, return home. Good work.”
With the compliment, the stimulator between his leg activated again and his eyes rolled up in his head from the sensation. It didn’t last long, however, as an Incoming warning alarm began to blare. He dodged, but not soon enough, as a missile shot past him striking the side of his chassis. He fired his retros and flew down towards the staging camp, crushing a supply truck underfoot.
One of his screens read “Enemy Casualty Detected” and the stimulator buzzed. He gasped with pleasure and pulled out the vibrowhip. Theron could feel it in his Gynarch hand and lashed it out at what seemed to be the most completed Siva-unit. The whip uncurled and truck the robot, which shivered and shuddered. Pulling it back, the Gynarch lunged forward with its dagger and penetrated the pilot’s capsule.
Theron kicked forward and the suit was pushed off the Gynarch’s knife, who then swung around and crushed a man with a rocket launcher. Another enemy death meant another buzz. Theron was getting worked up now, and the Gynarch was starting to thirst for blood. Her screens flashed with messages Theron didn’t pay attention to, not while he watched her whip decapitate another mech suit and received another buzz for the success.
He flexed, he flung, he stabbed, and for each death or injury, Thera’s stimulator provided a reward. Not that it was needed, the Gynarch was designed to kill quickly and stylishly and she was succeeding. She kicked two men into the air, where they would surely die from the fall, only to turn, pick up a truck, slam it into another mechs head, stunning it in time for three well placed stabs.
Within three minutes, she stood alone, surrounded by death and wreckage, and bathed in afterglow.
“They’re saying you hit 100% Sync Rate for a moment there, Ensign Yamada. That’s amazing control over your Dunama.”
Debriefing. The Colonel himself. Disconnected from Dunama. Functioning as well as could be expected after being flooded with endorphins, adrenaline and who knows what chemicals were in the air.
“Thank you, sir. I tried my best.”
“Well, your best destroyed 5 Siva units in the process of being built and who knows how many personnel.” He flicked through the report. “They say they’ll keep you off the battlefield for a bit, but I must admit, I’ve never seen a man pilot an Andrarch that well, let alone a Gynarch. Most impressive.
“I think they want you to teach them all how you did it.”
Yamada thought of the stimulator in the cradle and how perhaps surgery might improve pilot responsiveness. The idea had merit.
“Well, I’ll let you go and relax, Ensign. From all of us here, thank you and good job.”
The words sent a single through the pilots’ ears. Thera smiled, and the corners of Theron’s lips raised in reply.