@tcnebris got a plotted starter with Michael and his Scarab AI!
Michael came home from a day of classes, tossing his bag down onto the ground. He was nervous to head out with his new friend riding shotgun, but he couldn't skip school forever. So he'd gone, attending classes, and pretended to pay attention. The scarab burrowed into his back hadn't done anything outrageous. Just commented annoyingly on the guys in his class. Which ones were likely into the things Michael liked. Almost like it was feeding him dating profiles of his classmates.
"Home sweet home," Michael said, looking over his room. It was pretty much okay, except for the pile of laundry on the floor. He sighed, deciding to handle it now. Otherwise his AI would likely spend all afternoon telling him he should handle it.
So the latin boy walked to his big pile of laundry on the ground: socks, shirts, and underwear mostly. Michael tended to repeat his pants and shorts. He scooped big handfuls into his arms, carrying them to the waste basket.
To the scarab, the micro-signs of arousal would spike. Michael's nostrils would flare to take in more scent particles. His blood pressure would spike, and the surface of his skin would go up about 2 degrees. No hard-on, no semen production...yet.
Then Michael would drop the laundry in, squish it all down, and grab the handles to start carrying the laundry down to the machines in the dorm basement...
