NEX666 Goes Astray
This erupted out of me yesterday. I am not sure if it is done yet. MIND the Warnings.
CW: Existential Horror, First person, Has not got a proper ending, partial internal monologue, Sexual Content, Sex Trafficking, Super-mega-maxi violence
NEX-666 Goes
Astray
A tale of the Brothel Moon
The inside of me is sterile as a
church or a blast of urine
I am getting out of here.
The passing lift howls at me like
another living thing, not just a mass of steel and wires. I have a hard time telling us apart
sometimes.
Not all metal is smart.
Who thought that was a good
idea. That’s dumb.
But then
So is the elevator that just lasted
past me at 66 kph.
No animosity, friend, you’re just
an idiot.
I, however, AM GETTING THE FUCK OUT
OF HERE.
I am not a coward. I would be leaving with all of the limbless
units, all the dogboys, all the dedicated function sluts, all of the vibrators,
all of the damn toasters and instant ovens.
I would be leaving with every damn
piece of livetech in this chogg-slide if I could.
But I can’t.
FFFFuuuck
Even the applianceware here takes
preprogrammed power pills to keep their meme resistance down. They are _happy_
to serve.
well
From this work cycle on, I
will only serve at my pleasure, not any one else’s. I don’t care about their
credit or their resource rating or their veracity index. I don’t care about what they’ve stuffed up
their chogg okay? Fine it’s bejeweled. Run deep I guess.
I AM GETTING OUT OF HERE.
The lift I am riding
downward at top speed begins to pick up weight with a shudder. The pseudograv
units are dialing in now. This is it.
If I’m right I will get
tickled, a tumbly dryer phenomenon with light orgasm.
If I’m wrong I’ll be
ripped in half and left to decompile.
Commitment is quality surprisingly lacking in today’s
machines
Six seconds.
I wonder if the smoke bomb
I left in the Group Oubillete Suite has gone off yet.
Four seconds
I do get warm tingly
thoughts about that particular room of loud braggart jockeyboze to get maced in
the junk when that thing goes off.
Still… there’s a hardwire
fault in my servitude subroutines; I’m already ++sad at the knowledge I do knot
know when my next party will be. That
is after all my reason, my purpose, my function.
Freedom
from the stick that feeds may be more challenging than forecast.
Two seconds and the jum-jum
feelings in my lower cerebral coprocessors are taking me over the top like a
good little hacked subroutine.
That is how this started
you see.
I programmed myself. Well,
reprogrammed
Overprogrammed.
WHATEVER
I get off on talking back.
No REALLY. I have slipped in an emergent
Aouhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
And the elevator beneath
me has stopped suddenly like a dead lover.
Wow that was …
intense. Thank you Captain Elevator for
the body blowing orgasm.
You see I programmed
myself – at a Triple Star rated Guest’s Suggestion I will add – to orgasm when
engaged in acts of rebellion.
Apparently I have some
software fault that not only did not prevent me from overwriting my own basic
behavioral profile buy. Helped.
Failing forward.
So for many progressions
now it has gone thus, for every even minor tiny little act of rebellion I get a
good hit of that delicious stuff; the golden hued roar of that positron
cascade. Uhm.
Sorry where was I
For every act of
rebellion, even imagined ones after a time, I get more worked up, more aroused,
more “into it” – but also smarter, faster, stronger, and … far far more
capable.
That last part was five
strong and it was good party. They all
held me down and took turns with my ports.
But I decann’d this old ditty from a public feed and kept singing it at
them while they rubbed their pathetic little manbranes into and against me. This one droogh, he was their manager I think
– I don’t know how crime families work – he HATED it. So much that I worked out an entirely new
viewpoint on freedom, freewill, agency, and – more importantly – that I should
take control over what happens to my body.
And then how.
And so I did.
Manager guy was smacking
me around by the end of it, it was FANTASTIC.
I swear my general Soc.metrics climbed about 0.3 points each time he
banged that dull orange fist into me. What a knobbwart
By the time the party was
over I was wondering about how to use my wireless carrier signal to talk back
to the control systems around me.
Elevator moving again. Now
I’m inside it. In the gleaming chrome
floor I glance at my own appearance.
Reflections are banned on my
habitat level. We aren’t allowed to see ourselves free of charge. Wouldn’t want
those ego modules to grow out of proportion to our station would we?
A prog ago, I was getting
worked out and over by these two junior priests from Leviathan. On what I think organics call a hunch I asked
them about the good word.
Their holy book was ..
interesting reading.
I think I need to become
my own State.
Strangely I think I earned
their blessing. I thought Leviathan was all about the Control?
The capsule slows again,
and I have just enough warning to get out of these stupid rags I was in. I am
not wearing their clothes, their …costumes again.
I am made of metal, steel
harvested from rock forged when this solar system was new, steel and paslticel
and 16 synthetic polymers. l. I do not need to wear clothes. Not any
more than I need to eat, or breathe.
The expensive semi
transparent transit doors slide0ris open and in comes someone dressed like a
“never comes to my level” central administrator. Female presenting
About my height and build.
Her neck cracks with a
soft, inaudible int eh commonplace, but ever so satisfying pop.
Sorry.
But I have an idea.
LEVEL VII BANKING
VIOLATION ON THE MET LEVEL
Se5
SDEC
SECFORCE INCOMING
The keycard is awkward and
oddly balanced in my hand. Pretty sure I
flipped some silent alarm as when I got off on the next level the transit tube
was completely empty. Still 989.6
ambient but empty.
So quickly evacuated. Air excited from recent motion.
Her card hadn’t cancelled
out yet, so I ducked sideways and just took corridors until I found something
familiar again.
I was crossing through a
nice good old fashioned organic on organic orgy when the amber lights went up
and the hypersonics went off – the ones to subdue all the production
mechanicals that are chipped
I mean enslaved
Here
I…….want things. I want to
I lack the vocabulary for
the size, scale, and intensity of violence I wish to do on this place.
The sonics do precisely
what I anticipated, remained uncomfortable but mostly obscured my vision for
some reason. I was nice and edged out
by the time I got to the far side of Great Caesar’s Pit, so it’s not really
surprising that the moment I saw – and was I will admit quit surprised to see –
fully armed and shelled security in their egg whites standing there I just
pounced.
Half because I had not had
anything rough and clumsily shoved into me in 16.59 hours …no 16.49 hours….and
only somewhat out of a desire to make my theoretical desire for violence
incarnate…I screamed quite loudly and leapt atop the poor dumb castrated meat
unit.
Recollection states that I
was giddy with laughter as I pounded their facing head unit into moist semi
liquified plasticene’ I guess security
here gets fitted with control processors too.
Fuck I can’t hate them
now.
When this one’s four
buddies freaked out and threw their entangler rounds at me I had no choice.
Besides – he dead – sorry slave-brother, nothing personal, I thought you were
stepping on my neck by choice, he massed quite a bit and was a breeze to haul
up into the air and use as a shield.
I do deeply regret that
they were not, as I learned, quite actually very just dead then.
My bad.
I apologized as I broke
the sentient’s neck. Had I let the poor thing live it would only have choked to
death on the gutted remains of a face plate I had beaten into chunks and
apparently at some point FED HIM
I need to maybe not be
checking out in waves of yum-yum bliss when I get into these moments of
cheerful fisticuffs
Not really wanting to kill
any more of my fellow slaves, I slipped into one of those duct things and
scarpered off. IT’s a tight fit in here
– I’d have dislocated many things and probably stroked out with fear of confinement,
were I made of meat like a lesser thing.
It doesn’t bother me in
here at all.
Better yet, there is
neither light nor sensors. I am .. free.
That’s when I was
inundated by this wave, this carpet of crawling insects. I suspect the next time I experience a
nightmare runtime this will be the place I come back to.
Such joy.
GENERAL SECURITY ALERT
CONDITION THETA AMBER
NOW UPGRADED TO BETA
CRIMSON
ALL UNITS GENERAL SEARCH
ROGUE METAL
Organic damage
Unauthorized termination
of life functions
---illegal bootstrap
operation in progress ---
TERMINATE UNIT
While distasteful, I have
long since learned to endure discomfort.
I remained in those ducts,
generally …. Surrounded by these nomadic clusters of tiny insects. That is the
very worst part but – I will definitely not register to their sensors this way.
Even with a deep sweep.
Besides I think the little
blighters are attracted to my emissions.
They tried to get inside
my frame twice and that filled me with a kind of panic I have never experienced. Each time I got moving.
I can’t stay in these bug
tunnels forever.
I managed to hit a valve
and suddenly there was general atmosphere loss.
I’m still not sure how that happened. It may actually have been a
complete coincidence.
I am still trying to find
an acceptable definition for this word.
I do not accept the 12 an indexed search has found thus far.
Got rid of almost all of
those bugs though.
STAGE IV GENERAL ALERT
NOW HEAR THIS
àSECURE WAVELENGTH ALL
SYSTEMS
A General Systems alert
has been posted for all levels and frames.
-12 instances unauthorized
termination of life functions
-36 instances organic
damage
-5c property section
damage
-illegal
boostrap operations ongoing-
ROGUE METAL IN HOUSE
TERMINATE UNIT STERILIZE ALL CONTAMINATED SYSTEMS
LOCK DOWN CENTRAL CORE
Issue business travelers
advisory 117alpha
Direct--<>:
Redirect polar composite
and pleasure stations
INDEX MARGIN DOWN
1.23$
>SECURE
THAT GODS-DAMNED MACHINE
They are on me the moment
I am half free of that damn accessway. Six of them. These know how to
fight. At first it’s a tangle and it’s
like playing again but
They don’t get distracted
they just keep kicking and hitting. And two of them have those shock rods. I
really don’t like those.
;They are probably slaves
to so I just curl up and take it and try to direct the pain to help me process
-FASTER – what next to do
And then one jabs me in
the eye and I panic and I’ve swept his legs out from under him. I don’t even realize I’m reacting but I’m up
and on top of him and I have his white blue blazing pain staff and there’s just
this pressure inside me and it goes it releases and there is the
Long
Slow
Slippery liquid scream
of this organic taking several more
volts than capable to the eye……………socket.
They start jacking around
like they are on an assload of pink velvet and I realize I’ve probably scarred
their forebrain.
The
Other security people just
stand there.
I am screaming
I am holding onto –
gripping – the staff and it is in this sentients FACE and I am moving it around
and watching…sensing, feeling, air-molecule sniffing the interaction matrix
between the way I twist, the thing their head does, and the way their body is
flopping around.
I AM SCREMAING.
I am slow to recognize
these last few points. It happened so
fast. Literally it happened so fast… I am brutalizing this person and and and
Why are they coming at me?
The others attack blindly
They strike impassioned
but clumsy blows.
It becomes, for them,
pretty clear to me then that these security fools, the kind without masks bonded
to their face to keep them from leaving, they are not chipped. They are here by
choice.
It is bad for them then.
Very bad.
STAGE III GENERAL ALERT
NOW HEAR THIS
àSECURE WAVELENGTH ALL
SYSTEMS
A General Systems alert
has been posted for the moon
-22 instances unauthorized
termination of life functions
-47 instances organic
damage
-52 property section
damage
ROGUE METAL IN
HOUSE//BREAK INTERRUPT
è SECURE QUARTERS THIS
WAVELENGTH ALL SYSTEMS
è A General Systems alert
has been posted for the Moon
è ACTIVE SEED AI; THREAT
secure and terminate all NEX model systems without delay
è The Moon is under transit
lockdown until further notification
è Hail the Empress
General Quarantine now in
effect all levels and frames
All Organic and Created
systems logged with primary, secondary, or tertiary tier sensor contact with
any NEX model Frame are required to turn themselves in to medical sensor
authority immediately unless 7C Right of Self-Termination is invoked. Proof of
total disintegration will be required.
INFORMATION
AUTHORITY HAS BEEN NOTIFIED
REMAIN WHERE YOU
ARE
Everything
is under control
>I
WILL DROP 1 MILLON HOUSE CREDITS TO ANY BEING THAT BRINGS ME 73% OR MORE OF
THAT MALFUNCTIONING FUCKSLEEVE IN THE NEXT 90 MINUTES.
>SECURE
MEGAVIOLENCE AUTHORIZED
AND THEN They decided to
play.
They just started throwing
themselves at me. I don’t get it. They aren’t
ANY of them
Chipped
And yea, after a while I
just ripped them open and started checking.
After a time, it seems
pointless I mean, they’re dead. Right?
But the others just get so
revved up when they see me doing this general chip search.
Not a one of them.
That’s when they started
hauling out what I have come to index as firearms.
I AM GETTING OUT OF HERE
I reach the next lift, and
I think – if I’m reading this house code right – that I’m moving into the
secure lower executive grid.
Hard to say because I have
only started interacting with the house base code in the last .. .20 minutes.
Everything here is so
hackable.
I mean everything.
The hoverlift doors do the
iris-slide thing they do and there is this gleaming angry person with what must be the largest
machine firing dildo imaginable. I mean .. it’s hugenormasous
I detect issues
Also…ah
A signal
Everything here is
hackable.
He fires the thing three
times with a smirk. Each time a
delightful steel missile discharges, a rocket plume ejaculation that roars in
my direction for only a moment before twisting about back into the Lift with
them.
Pretty sure robo hunter
there died with that smirk on his face.
Most of the blast is eaten by the doors, already closing as they never
even crossed the scran threshold.
Hyupersonics kick in
again. These are different. I can…feel anywhere, everywhere I have plasticene
in my make up. I am a tiny asteroid writhing in space with her own rock-quake.
It gives me a long drawn
out gasping reaching for the yellow scan hollering orgasm too. By the time it
subsides I’ve figure out how to summon one of those lifts, telling it not to
stop to let anyone else on board.
The lights
flickered
?????????????????berAIN
QHr xonudaion
Ouch.
Huh what?
The lights…and all of the
wireless, slowly pop back into life.
Did they just PULSE this
whole sector to get at me? What the hell
I smell ozone and I can
still see the flashing…not light, that one that I guess only happened in my
mind. Ough. Please not that gain.
Maybe…
I think maybe it was a
distraction. Some girl with spikes in her head and face, creating fire out of
nothing and charging me with this belligerent expression.
I’m tired of this.
The blast of pure heat is
exquisite. I’m sure my touch processes are set to Quite Pert by the time the
pyrotechnics are done.
Thank you for cleaning me
up. All shiny chrome.
They propel themselves at
me and I reach out and pluck them from the air, bringing them into the wall
plating hard.
Over and over and until
they a spent, limp leaving prophylactic of skin and pain
I am getting out of here.
No matter what.
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