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My Programmable Roommate - Part 2

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Part 2

Over the next couple of days Alex was extremely cautious with Jake and his implant, restricting his command and control over Jake to simple "Simon says" orders. Nothing too drastic though. Basically, making him take his clothes off as soon as he gets home, or making Jake sleep naked with him.

But there were two additional applications installed onto Jake's implant when it was jailbroken. Memory Manipulator Pro, and God Mode.

It didn't take much searching for him to find out some more information about both the Memory Manipulator Pro app as well as God Mode:

::: warn Memory Manipulator Pro is a user-friendly and intuitive app to add, edit, and delete a target's long-term memory engrams. It has no effect on a target's short-term, or working memory.

:::

::: info God Mode provides a near total control over a target's biological, emotional, psychological, and cognitive processes; as well as a target's physiological and behavioral states, and more.

:::

«Nobody should have that power,» he thought to himself.

Indeed. With Memory Manipulator Pro Alex could very easily implant false memories into Jake's mind or erase entire events from his past.

The dangers for misuse were truly astounding. People could be framed into committing crimes or believing that they did, or perhaps if they saw a crime to have the entire event wiped from their mind.

On the positive side, someone who experiences a truly horrific and traumatic event could have the event erased from their consciousness aiding in their recovery or enhancing their enjoyment of life.

It is mind control in its most fundamental form. After all everything that we — that makes us what we are — is a sum of our experiences and memories.

But if that weren't bad enough, God Mode promised to be fucking insane.

With the push of a button an attacker could make their target instantly unconscious or even induce a coma.

Think of how devastating this would be if one were to say ... target someone doing something inherently dangerous that needed their full attention and concentration?

You could stop someone from breathing... override their apnea reflex and suffocate them. Or use Simon Says to force someone to dive into a pool and use God Mode to force them to breathe-in the water and drown.

Murder? Suicide? Does it matter?

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Alex was alone on the couch watching a movie when the door to the apartment suddenly flew open.

"Alex!" Jake screamed as he stormed into the apartment. "What the fuck did you do to me?" he demanded.

He stammered to his feet. "Jake? What's wrong?" Partly knowing probably what Jake was referring to.

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Jake screamed at him. "You've done something to me!"

He stepped back and retreated a few steps from Jake's towering figure quickly approaching him. "Honestly I don't know what you're talking about!" he pleaded. "What's going on?"

"How about the fact that whenever somebody tells me 'Simon says...' that I have to do whatever the fuck they say!"

"Oh that," he said with a sigh.

"Goddamnit Alex, I want you to fix—"

"Simon says freeze, Jake. You're now a mannequin." Just like that Jake immediately froze in-place and completely stopped moving. His mouth still agape, and his arms still outstretched in anger.

Alex carefully approached him, still not 100% trusting Jake's implant to wield so much control over him and his body, but as he approached, he could see Jake truly was not moving.

He was still breathing. So at least he hadn't killed his friend and his roommate, but as he poked, pinched, prodded, and even copped a feel inside his pants but got no reaction from him whatsoever.

Finally, he activated the flashlight on his phone and shone it in his eyes. Jake's pupils were clearly fixed and dilated. He wasn't even blinking.

"What the fuck am I going to do now?" he said out loud to himself.

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With Jake immobilized for the time being, Alex pulled out his laptop and connected it up to his roommate's implant.

"Fuck," he said apprehensively, launching the Memory Manipulator application. This will be the first time using the utility on Jake.

When the program launched a warning message was displayed cautioning him not to delete or alter too many memories, and to be careful of which memories were removed or changed. He also discovered that the newer memories were the easiest ones to purge.

"Excellent," he thought to himself. Jake had only been gone several hours, so he figured the easiest thing would be to delete all of Jake's memories since he left the house. "Hopefully that'll be enough."

When he clicked Apply, a progress bar crept across the screen, purging any new memory engrams Jake's mind had created within the last five hours. He figured this was the absolute safest measure since it basically rolled-back the clock in Jake's mind and reset it to right before he left.

Now, with Jake's recent memories wiped from his mind, Alex took on the next task, configuring the Simon Says application to only respond to him which was something he should have done as soon as he gained access to Jake's implant.

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Unlike the Memory Manipulator application, the Simon Says application was much more basic and utilitarian. Just a simple config file to edit, followed by a reboot of Jake's implant:

{ "application": { "name": "Simon Says", "version": "1.0.0" }, "parameters": { "strength_of_suggestibility": { "level": 1.0 }, "blacklist": [ "self-harm" ], "active_settings": { "date": { "start": NULL, "end": NULL }, "time": { "start": NULL, "end": NULL }, "geographic_location": { "enabled": false, "allowed_areas": [ { "type": "any", "name": "any" } ], "restricted_areas": [ { "type": NULL, "name": NULL } ] } }, "user_settings": { "allowed_users": [ { "name": "Alex Danvers", "relationship": [ "roommate", "friend" ], "authorization_level": 10 } ], "max_users": 5, "user_recognition": { "facial_recognition": true, "voice_recognition": true } } } }

With that out of the way Jake will no longer be susceptible to anyone else accidentally (or intentionally) giving him a Simon Says order and making Alex the only one who can.

"Alright Jake, let's see if this isn't a little better," he said. "Jake, Simon says you are human again."

And just like that Jake came back to life. Albeit slightly worse for wear.

"W-what happened?" he asked, moving his jaw around and blinking rapidly to lubricate his very dry eyes.

"I dunno," Alex said. "Why?"

"Something very weird just happened to me."

"You're imagining things," he said. "Why don't you have a seat and relax for a bit."

Jake paused and looked at him for a moment, sending his heart racing. Does he know? Does he suspect?

"Yeah, thanks," was all that he could muster. Jake didn't say much for a few minutes. He just sat on the chair and looked outside the window.

"Can I get you anything?" Alex asked him, as he got up from his seat to go to the kitchen.

"Mind getting me a glass of water?" Jake replied.

"Not at all."

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Later that evening, Alex wanted to check out the new bar on 11th. He knocked on Jake's door, expecting to hear the familiar sounds of his friend immersed in a game. When he opened the door, he found Jake sprawled on his bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

"Hey," he said, immediately noticing Jake's quiet demeanor.

"Hey."

"You ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess," Jake replied. His eyes were distant and unfocused.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his brow furrowed.

Jake sat up slowly. "I don't feel right," he said. "Hard to explain, but I feel weird."

"Like how?" Alex asked, leaning against the doorway for support.

He sighed and dropped his gaze to the floor. "Honestly? It feels like I’m losing my grip on everything. Like my mind is playing tricks on me."

Alex's expression softened. "That sounds rough. Maybe you need a diversion. A distraction?"

Jake hesitated, then nodded slightly. "Yeah, maybe. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, how about we check out that new bar on 11th?"

"Pass," replied Jake. "I really don't feel like going out tonight."

But Alex was not willing to take no for an answer. "Jake, Simon says get dressed, because we're going out tonight and you're going to have some fun."

On-command and on-cue, Jake got up from his bed and started to shed the clothes he was wearing to put on something more appropriate for going out with Alex that evening.

"Simon says wear your black leather short-shorts, your black leather vest, and black leather boots that you sometimes wear." Alex continued. "And don't forget your cock ring, too."

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It was a warm summer's evening as Alex and Jake made their way up Piedmont. The smell of food and people wafted about. Across the street there were two stray dogs fucking in front of someone's house.

Jake, now wearing a black leather vest over his bare chest and his black leather shorts, didn't say much as they walked together to the bar. 

As they passed 10th Alex had a final bit of instruction for Jake. "Jake, Simon says I want you to have a good time. Dance... flirt... drink... even fuck if you want, but for the rest of the evening all your troubles and all your cares will be gone."

And as they approached Glitch & Glam's Circuit Breakers, the new gay bar that just recently opened on 11th, Jake had a smile on his face. "Let's do this," he said.

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The bar was in what used to be a parking garage. Parking garages were a long-lost relic of a bygone era. Since the advent of flying cars and robo-taxis, most of the old garages were demolished to make room for new buildings, but a few remained.

This one, located between 10th and 11th street, just east of Piedmont, was completely enclosed and turned into the space that it is today.

Glitch & Glam's Circuit Breakers is a gay bar owned and run by the synthetic-human power couple Glitch McGee and Glam Fabulous. There are five levels for dancing, mingling, drinking, and more. There are also plenty of nooks and crannies for patrons to explore their sexuality and themselves.

Inside the music and bass from the club's sound system drowned out people's thoughts and conversations as they made their way inside. It was pretty crowded. There were a wide assortment of humans, synths, and augments all milling about. Some were dancing. Some were drinking. Some were fucking.

Several of the bar patrons gravitated towards Jake as they entered and for the first time that day Jake seemed to start to genuinely relax and enjoy the attention he was receiving.

Alex left Jake, who looked like he was finally enjoying himself, and headed upstairs. There he ran into a close friend from high school, Eric Waters, whom he hadn't seen in years.

"Eric!" Alex exclaimed as he ran up to his friend from school.

"Danvers!" Eric said. "How the hell have you been?"

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The two spent the next hour or so catching up on old times and dishing dirt and spilling tea on their mutual friends, acquaintances, and even a few of their enemies.

Alex learned that only a week after graduation Eric was in a serious jet bike accident which destroyed over 80% of his body and resulted in his skull and spinal cord being ripped out of his body.

"I'm a walking augment," he told Alex.

"You look amazing," Alex told him sincerely.

"Thanks! The marvels of medical science and a dad that works for Siemins Cybernetics."

The extent of Eric's accident finally hit Alex. "Wait, so if your skull and spinal cord were ripped out of your body does that mean your body is 100% cybernetic? Is there anything organic left?"

"Not really," he said. "I'm pretty much an android now, I just tell people I'm a walking augment because some people get weirded out when they find I'm no longer human."

"Fuck."

"Yeah," he said. "But on the bright side I've got some amazing upgrades if you want to try them out sometime."

"Oh?"

Eric shot him a wry smile.

"Oh!"

He and Eric exchanged numbers with promises of hooking up, and potentially hooking up, but it was getting late and Alex wanted to check on Jake.

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Downstairs, on the ground level of Circuit Breakers, Alex found Jake sitting on a couch with his shorts down to his ankles, and his cock getting sucked off by a cute femboy twink.

Alex sat down next to him.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked Jake.

"Yes," he said. "This was a good suggestion."

"I'm glad," Alex said as he watched the twink quietly work on Jake's massive cock. "Jake? How many blow jobs have you had tonight?"

"This is my fourth," he replied matter-of-factly. "Which is interesting considering I'm not gay."

Alex shot him a look of disbelief. "What do you mean you're not gay?"

"You assumed I was gay because I take care of my body and because I have a large penis, but I am not gay."

Alex leaned in and whispered in Jake's ear. "Simon says you are now."

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My Programmable Roommate - Part 1

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Part 1

Cybernetic Brain Implants are all the rage now. They allow people to control their PCs, cars, game consoles, and more wirelessly and remotely with just their mind. It seemed like everybody was getting them.

You even saw employers offering to get them for their employees since it meant the employer could monitor their employees more efficiently. Theoretically it also means the employee would also be much more productive. At least, that's what they want you to believe.

Alex's roommate, Jake, recently got one of those implants installed in his head. Yep. Made an appointment with the place that sells them and then a robo-doc cut into the back of his neck and inserted the thing at the base of his brain leaving a flesh-colored plastic access port right there at the base of his skull. A magsafe connector provided a physical connection to his implant, otherwise everything is done wirelessly.

From a purely technological standpoint it's a pretty neat device. First, it's powered by blood sugar! Glucose. You tend to see people with these types of cybernetic implants with quite a sweet tooth. Now you know why. Onboard micro- and neuromorphic -processors with machine learning provide a bidirectional translation of the brain's analog signals to the digital signals of the rest of the world. 

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Their apartment was quiet, except for the soft him of Jake's gaming rig. Theirs is a small two-bedroom flat with small bedrooms located across from one-another, a large, shared bathroom, and a large communal space that housed their kitchen, dining room, and living room.

It was in downtown Atlanta, and for the money it really wasn't that bad of a deal. But being in the heart of Atlanta, crime was always an issue. The fact there was an Atlanta Police precinct in the ground-floor of their apartment building meant that crime inside their building was thankfully almost non-existent.

Outside though, several sirens wailed, and the strobes and lights of various flying vehicles etched colorful patterns on their adjustable opaque windows that shielded the outside views to the goings-on inside their space.

Inside their apartment Jake was in his room, laying on his bed, in the middle of a game as usual. A holographic display hovered above his head with a rapidly evolving scene of fighting and combat of some fictional galactic army of soldiers fighting some alien species. He was perfectly still, the only movements from him were those of his eyes darting back and forth watching the game. He was perfectly in "the zone".

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Alex leaned against the doorframe to Jake's room and covertly watched his roommate Jake for a few minutes.

Jake was not a typical "gamer geek" that only cared about his games and neglected his body. To put it bluntly, Jake was in incredible shape. He was tall; about 196cm in height, and weighed 75 kilos.

::: info That's 6'5" and 165 lbs. in Freedom units, or almost 12 stone in Commonwealth units.

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He also had the metabolism of a fruit fly because it didn't matter what he ate, Jake never seemed to gain any weight. Alex was always a little jealous about that. Throw in his chiseled jaw, perfectly lithe and lean body, and impressive bulge, and it was no wonder Jake could get any man — or woman — that he fancied.

Which didn't seem to be many, because in all the time Alex has known him, he doesn't remember Jake ever dating anyone, let alone bring anyone over.

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"Another victory, huh?" Alex said, breaking the silence and making his presence known.

Jake paused his game, and the holographic display disappeared. He sat up and gave Alex a cocky smile. "Yeah, just another day fighting the Drex."

The Drex were a fictional race of arachnid-like creatures from a planet in the Alioth star system within Ursa Major.

Alex entered Jake's room and plopped down on his bed next to him. "How's the campaign going? Have you killed the Queen yet?" referring to the video game.

Jake shrugged, swinging his legs off his bed to sit down next to him. "Honestly, I think I need a break," he said. "This implant is amazing, but it's starting to feel like work."

Alex raised his eyebrow feigning curiosity. "How so?"

Jake moved his finger to the back of his neck where the implant interface was and tapped it lightly. "It's like... I can access my PC directly, control almost anything with my thoughts. It's efficient, but sometimes I forget to just relax. My phone, my email, news feeds from the Internet... It's like I'm always connected, you know?"

"Can't you turn all that off?"

"That's just it, it's never really turned off. It has to stay connected in the event I might want to do something," he said.

Alex's mind started to race. This was his chance. He had been researching Jake's implant ever since he got it a few months ago. Now he had the perfect excuse and opportunity.

"You know, Jake, I've been reading up on those things," he said. "They say you can actually tweak the settings, even upload new subroutines. Maybe there's a way I can make your implant more 'user-friendly'."

Jake's eyes lit up. "Really? That sounds awesome! You think you could make it better?"

Alex nodded, trying to hide his excitement. "Of course! Why not?"

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Over the next couple of days Alex dug-in and researched the shit out of Jake's implant, its manufacturer, and poured over all publicly available material.

Much to his delight he found a SynapTech Solutions developer program for Jake's NeuroLink implant that was open to anybody, and it was free. All he needed to do was sign-up, and he was able to download a complete developer environment along with an implant device emulator complete with a virtual "human" it was installed into.

After a couple of days Alex — with laptop in-tow — approached Jake, who was sitting on their couch watching TV.

"Up for a very minor test?" he asked Jake.

"Sure!" Jake replied.

"I want to see if I can connect to your implant," he said. "You should get a pairing request from my laptop."

Jake nodded, and Alex began the pairing process to try to connect his laptop to Jake's implant. Almost immediately Alex saw Jake's implant show up as an available device he could connect to, and he started a pairing request.

As soon as he clicked on "Connect", Jake's eyes widened, and he gave Alex a thumbs up.

"I just granted you access," he said.

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As soon as Jake had granted access to Alex's, his laptop's screen began to fill-up with telemetry and diagnostic information about Jake's implant, and surprisingly... his body.

Jake's vitals, such as his heart rate, respiration, blood pressure, glucose levels, oxygen levels, carbon dioxide levels, and various other measurements were plotted on Alex's screen, like a medical-type display. Jake's implant was able to determine his vital signs from simply interfacing with his brain, putting a digital spin to the analog world that we all are.

"Dude, this is incredible," he said. "Jake, you need to see this." He set his laptop down in front of Jake.

"That's amazing," he told him, marveling at how some of the graphs and displayed changed as he moved his head, his arms, and his torso.

Holding his breath immediately saw his oxygen levels start to immediately decrease, and his carbon dioxide levels go up.

The implant was even tied into his senses. There was a "blocky" black & white mosaic that showed the signals from his eyes as his brain interpreted them.

A wave form generator showed the audio signals coming from his ears as they were processed and interpreted by his brain.

But the most impressive display was a stick figure representation of Jake. As he moved his arms, head, neck, etc. the stick figure adjusted to show his approximate position. The implant was able to read and interpret Jake's sense of proprioception!

"Damn," Jake said, a little taken aback by everything about him that was shown on Alex's screen. "About the only thing you can't do is read my thoughts it looks like."

Alex was giddy but looking at Jake he could tell Jake was anything but comfortable with what he was looking at. "I don't know if this is a good idea," he said, slowly closing Alex's laptop and handing it back to him.

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Jake's body language made it clear that he was no longer interested in Alex doing anything more with his implant. Seeing how deep his implant was embedded in his mind was shocking and alarming to him.

On one hand he had to know that the implant would be deeply embedded in his mind. How else could it interface with his mind and control everything it was connected to?

But on the flip side, knowing at a deep level that your implant is invasive, and seeing just how invasive your implant is with your own eyes, are two entirely different things.

If he was going to hack into Jake's implant he'd have to come up with another plan.

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Alex spent the next couple of days searching the dark web looking for any information... tools, or utilities that might aid him with jail-breaking Jake's implant. Of course, for any of them to be successful Jake would have to be unaware of what he was doing.

Yet Jake's implant still showed up as an available device to connect-to on his laptop. Jake hasn't revoked Alex's permission to connect to his implant.

«This was going to be too easy,» Alex thought to himself.

Then he found it. The file NeuroLinkJBv1.2a.app certainly looked promising.

::: warn Warning! Running the NeuroLinkJBv1.2a.app will result in the target's implant rebooting. To avoid detection, do not run this program while the target is awake or conscious.

:::

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That evening after both he and Jake went to bed, Alex waited until he was certain Jake was asleep. This was easily confirmed by him connecting to Jake's implant with his laptop. Jake's heart rate, respiration, and lack of movement or activity in most of his body confirmed as such.

Now all was left was to launch the NeuroLinkJBv1.2a.app and see if it was successful.

Either Jake would be alerted that Alex was trying to hack his mind or he wouldn't. The app could either destroy their friendship or... well... 

Date: 2120-06-15 Time: 06:02:00 UTC User: [REDACTED] Target Implant ID: NL-2120-FFCA19 06:02:05 - Initiating connection to target cybernetic brain implant via secure channel. 06:02:10 - Scanning for active neural pathways and implant firmware version. 06:02:15 - Target firmware version detected: v5.1.3 (latest). 06:02:20 - Establishing exploit vector: Neural Interface Protocol (NIP) vulnerability identified. 06:02:25 - Bypassing initial security protocols. 06:02:30 - Accessing memory cache... Success. 06:02:35 - Injecting custom payload to disable security features. 06:02:40 - Payload execution in progress... 06:02:45 - Security features disabled. Bypassing user authentication. 06:02:50 - Accessing core functionalities: sensory modulation, memory alteration, and data storage. 06:02:55 - Modifying sensory input parameters... Success. 06:03:00 - Creating backup of original settings for restoration. 06:03:05 - Initiating jailbreak process... 06:03:10 - Jailbreak successful! Target implant now in "Developer Mode." 06:03:15 - Installing custom applications: + App 1: God Mode v3.0 + App 2: Memory Manipulator Pro + App 3: Simon Says v1.0 06:03:20 - Applications installed successfully. 06:03:25 - Modifying user permissions for unrestricted access. 06:03:30 - User permissions modified. Full control established. 06:03:35 - Initiating stealth mode to avoid detection. 06:03:40 - Stealth mode activated. Monitoring for any security alerts. 06:03:45 - Running diagnostics on installed applications... All systems operational. 06:03:50 - Preparing to exit remote session. 06:03:51 - Rebooting implant. 06:04:00 - Connection terminated. 06:04:05 - Finalizing log... 06:04:10 - Log complete. Jailbreak process executed successfully without detection. End of Log Status: Successful

«God mode?» Alex immediately took note of. «What the hell does that do?»

It didn't really matter though. Not right now at least. Right now, it was almost 2:15am and Alex was tired as fuck and desperately needed to get to bed. Testing out Jake's implant "jail break" would have to wait until tomorrow.

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The next morning, Jake was up early, blissfully unaware that anything had been done to his implant. Alex was still dead asleep when he left and went for a jog around Piedmont Park. Alex didn't even hear him come back, but the sound of the shower eventually jostled him awake.

Groggy and disoriented he stepped out of his bedroom just as Jake stepped out of the bathroom with droplets of water glistening on his chest and abs. The white towel wrapped around his waist did little to obscure what lay beneath.

“Hey,�� Jake said, nearly bumping into Alex in the narrow hallway. “Rough night?”

“Something like that,” he replied, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “How was the run?”

“Pretty good. Saw a dead hooker on 10th.”

“Jesus, really?” Alex’s eyes widened in shock.

“Yeah,” Jake said, shaking his head. “But on a brighter note, there’s a new gay bar that just opened on 11th.”

“Seriously? That’s awesome!” Alex perked up, a grin spreading across his face. “We have to check it out.”

“Thought you might be interested,” Jake said with a playful smirk.

“Definitely,” Alex replied, excitement bubbling in his voice.

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Jake, still wearing only a towel around his waist, followed Alex into the kitchen. That's when Alex remembered... Simon Says v1.0...

"Hey Jake," he said, "take off your towel." 

Jake flashed Alex an incredulous look. "Fuck you I'm not taking off my towel," he said. "What's gotten into you this morning?"

"Nothing," he apologized. "I'm sorry."

Jake finished pouring himself a glass of orange juice and headed to the living room.

"Jake?" Alex asked. "Simon says... remove your towel," finishing before Jake could respond.

And just as he was about to sit down, Jake undid his towel and let it fall to the floor then sat down on the couch and turned on the television. Completely naked.

«Holy fuck... holy fuck.... holy fuck...» Alex said to himself.

Alex followed Jake into the living room a few seconds later with his Hot Pocket and picked Jake's towel up off the floor. Jake, who was watching the TV, didn't seem to notice that Alex was holding his towel. The same towel that was wrapped around his waist just a few seconds ago.

"You gonna sit down?" he said, motioning for Alex to take a seat.

Alex sat down but couldn't keep himself from staring at Jake. Did it really work, or was Jake fucking with him? Does he even realize what he did? What he's doing? Or what Alex could do to him? No... He needed to test this further.

"Jake... I left my coffee in the kitchen; can you grab it for me?"

"What am I, your servant? Get it yourself," he replied curtly.

"Please?"

"You can get your own damn coffee, Alex."

"Simon says... bring me my coffee, Jake."

Right on cue, Jake immediately got up from the couch and his 196cm body and rather long and thick appendage gracefully went into the kitchen and casually brought a coffee cup to Alex. Jake then he sat back down nonchalantly and resumed watching the TV.

"Thank you," Alex told him.

"For what?" he replied.

Alex had no memory of something he just did only seconds ago.

«Holy fuck...»

Holy fuck, indeed.

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My Programmable Roommate Index

Part 1

Part 2

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Reconfiguration

Chapter 2

(Home)

Mark stood tall and proud at the arrivals gate as his eyes scanned the crowd for any sign of familiar faces. His machine language and facial recognition algorithms quickly assessed each face that came into focus into one of his two high definition video cameras for eyes. It had been two long years since he left to chase his dream of becoming a fashion model in Europe, and he had undergone so many changes since he left. This was the first time he saw his family since becoming an android, and his excitement was palpable.

Since high school his appearance had always been one of his defining features. Tall, handsome, athletic and attractive, with a smooth chest, washboard abs, symmetrical facial features, and a chiseled jaw line meant that ever since puberty he was always quite popular both with the ladies and the boys. Now that he was an android, he was even more captivating.

Standing at 6’2” with a lean and muscular body he had smooth, flawless and sculpted silicone skin that made him look stunning.

As he continued to search for his family, he couldn't help but think back on the events that led him here.

Before his transformation, he had been just like anyone else - a young man with dreams and ambitions, navigating life as best he could. Signed by the famous HeidiK Modeling Agency, he quickly rose to become one of the most popular and sought after male models throughout Europe, appearing on runways from London to Milan, New York, LA, Paris, and Tokyo wearing the latest menswear fashion and underwear, even appearing nude in select magazine spreads.

However, six months in, when an offer came along to digitize and upload his consciousness and memories into a custom tailored android body, ensuring that he would never require plastic surgery, fall ill, or age, Mark found the temptation simply irresistible.

Narcissus, face-to-face with the living embodiment of Pygmalion's sculpted creation, laced with an extra dash of Priapus' renowned vitality for good measure.

Android Mark not only continued to work as a fashion model, but also branched out as a masseuse, and even a male escort/ sex worker, and was very popular and desirable to his clients. The world was his oyster, and he embraced every opportunity that came his way with open arms.

Despite the significant drawbacks of his android existence, including vulnerabilities to hacking, bugs in his system, parts wearing out or breaking, the inability to “heal” from any damage or injury, and even data corruption, Mark still felt invincible.

Mark now didn't need to eat, he didn't need to drink, he didn't need to sleep, he was incapable of feeling physical pain, and he chose to no longer be able to feel any shame, modesty, or embarrassment.

His android form had certain advantages, too. Physical sensations could be heightened, stronger, and more intense if he wanted. Sex was unlike anything he'd ever experienced as human, and that alone made the transformation worth it to him. Not to mention his literal photographic memory (or would that be videographic?).

Suddenly, amidst the sea of faces, his facial recognition algorithms got a hit and he spotted his parents.

Their eyes widened with surprise when theirs met his and they took in their son's new striking appearance. It was clear that they were still processing what had happened to him over the past 18 months.

Mark's younger brother, Josh, stood beside them with a look of mischievous curiosity in his eyes.

With a warm smile on his face, Mark approached his family, extending his arms to hug each of them. As they embraced, he could feel their mixture of shock and confusion radiating from them like electricity. He knew they would have questions about his transformation, and explaining and justifying his actions would be no easy task, but he was determined to make the most of this precious time together.

The four Millers exited the airport and made their way towards their dad's car, and the conversation flowed naturally between them as if no time had passed since they last saw each other. As they strolled towards the parking lot, hand in hand, Mark noticed the genuine curiosity shining in his younger brother's eyes.

"How much memory do you have?" Josh asked, intrigued by his older brother's technical specifications.

Mark couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he responded. "I have 128 terabytes." He playfully placed his arm around his younger brother's shoulders, pulling him closer as they continued walking.

Josh's curiosity seemed to know no bounds, and he asked another question that Mark didn't expect. "What about storage? How big is your hard drive?"

Mark couldn't help but laugh at the sudden interest in IT from his brother! "Since when did you become so interested in technology?" He inquired, still amused by the shift in conversation. "Well, my primary storage capacity is 16 petabytes, secondary storage is 16 exabytes, and I have a cache of 16 terabytes. But there's no hard drive - it's all quantum holographic memory."

While walking and discussing family news, sharing stories from the past two years, and looking back on old memories that still had a special place in their hearts, Mark couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy at being reunited with his loved ones once again. If he still had a heart no doubt it would swell with gratitude for this precious moment together, knowing that despite the changes in himself, their bond remained stronger than ever.

In his Dad's car on their way home, Mark sat in the back seat next to his younger brother while gazing out at the city passing by. The sun, now a little lower in the sky, bathed all that it touched in a soothing light. An atmosphere of tranquility enveloped him as he admired the familiar sights from his childhood.

Mom Dianna broke the silence, her voice filled with curiosity and concern. "So Mark," she began hesitantly, "how was your flight?"

"I don't actually remember it." he replied matter-of-factly, continuing to keep his eyes focused on the cityscape outside the window. "A flight attendant turned me off shortly after I sat down and didn't power me back on until after we had landed."

His mom let out a soft gasp and brought her hand to cover her mouth. Her eyes widened as she looked at her son with a mixture of shock and horror. Josh, on the other hand, leaned forward eagerly in his seat. His gaze was fixed intently on Mark's face, an air of fascination surrounding him.

"Why do you need to be powered off?" Josh asked, unable to contain his excitement at this unique android requirement while traveling. "Is it because… you know—" He trailed off, searching for the right words.

"Yes," Dad Jim interjected before Josh could finish, his voice filled with a sense of curiosity and concern. His eyes never left the road ahead but they flickered occasionally towards Mark in the rearview mirror. "How does that work exactly? Are you connected to any sort of battery or power source while flying?"

Mark turned away from the window, now focusing on his father's question. "I have a high-capacity battery in my torso," he explained, tapping his stomach gently where the battery (actually its power control module) is. "It can power me for up to 16 hours without needing recharging. However, there are safety protocols in place that require me to be powered down during flight."

Mom, Dianna's, voice trembled slightly as she spoke up again. "But what if something goes wrong? What if someone tries to hack into you or tamper with your systems?" She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping into her heart. She loved her son deeply, but this new form he had taken left her feeling vulnerable and uncertain about his future.

"Well, if I'm powered off there's nothing really active for anybody to hack into," Mark reassured her, his voice calm and steady despite the concern lacing her words. "The only real threat would be something physically happening, or someone doing something, to me, while I'm powered off."

Josh leaned back into his seat, lost in thought after Mark's explanation. He was totally fascinated and super jealous of his brother’s new reality. To have enhanced strength, speed, endurance … and to never tire or grow weary? It was a dream he had secretly harbored for himself.

As the car continued down the familiar streets leading towards their house, each turn brought them closer to home. But despite the excitement and curiosity surrounding Mark's new existence, an undercurrent of tension and apprehension ran through the family. They were still grappling with this new reality - one where the oldest son was now a machine, even if he was still a man.

The family eventually arrived home from the airport with Mark.

The house felt warm and cozy as always, filled with love and comfort that had been missing during Mark's absence and as soon as they stepped inside, Dianna instructed Josh to take Mark's belongings up to his room.

Eager to explore his brother's new life in Europe through his belongings, Josh complied without hesitation and carried Mark's suitcase and carry-on bag upstairs.

Alone in Mark's room with his suitcase filled with his brother's things, he started rummaging through it. He carefully picked through the items - t-shirts, jeans, socks, underwear. Josh was surprised that for being an android, he still pretty much had the same typical shit anyone would have with them.

Notably missing though was a toothbrush, but Josh let out a small laugh when it hit him as to why. After all, it's not like an android would ever need to go to the dentist ever again, would they?

As he dug through Mark's carry-on though, his fingers brushed against something smooth, thin, and hard. His curiosity piqued, Josh pulled out a cool looking tablet.

He figured Mark might have some porn or movies on it so he carefully put everything back in place and sauntered away with the tablet to his room.

Josh, now alone in his room with Mark's tablet clutched in his hands, felt a rush of excitement coursing through him, and turned it on.

The screen displayed a virtual 3D (and very naked) representation of his older brother that slowly rotated. Josh's eyes were immediately drawn to rather sizable penis displayed on the tablet and wondered if his brother was actually that big.

The welcome screen displayed the following on three lines towards the top, superimposed over the 3D image of Mark: "Aegis Technologies / Mark Miller / Android Configuration Tablet"

A solid green button with white letters appeared over the 3D figure's shins: "Connect".

He was a little nervous and wasn't sure if Mark would realize that he was messing with his tablet, let alone would he know something was up if he pressed "Connect"?

Josh hesitated for a moment before grabbing his phone. He typed "Android Configuration Tablet" into the search box hoping to find any information about the device, and almost immediately results started streaming in with various articles discussing the tablet's capabilities and its manufacturer, Aegis Technologies.

He spent the next several hours skimming through the articles, and Josh began to understand the true nature of his brother's transformation. Aegis Technologies was a renowned company that specialized in human-to-android conversions.

The tablet, actually called an "ACT," which was short for "Android Configuration Tablet," was a proprietary device used exclusively by someone to control and manage an android's settings and configuration. Interestingly enough, apparently an android couldn't actually use their own tablet and they would shut down if they tried.

Josh found discussions on online forums where people claimed to have hacked into the tablets of friends or family members, controlling their thoughts and movements without their knowledge.

His heart raced with both excitement and fear!

One article in particular caught his attention - it was titled "How I Hacked My Sister's Android Brain." Intrigued, he clicked on the link and began reading.

The author shared a step-by-step guide detailing how he managed to take control of his sister's android mind and body, turning her into his personal sex slave, using nothing more than her ACT. "Is it really incest if your sister is an android?" The author opined.

As he read through the process, he realized that it was surprisingly simple. Josh's eyes darted back and forth between the screen on his phone and Mark's ACT lying on his desk.

He weighed the risks and benefits of using the tablet to hack his brother - the thrill of living vicariously through Mark's android self versus the potential damage he could cause to their relationship.

But as he stared at the solid green 'Connect' button glowing beneath Mark's digital representation on the tablet, his thoughts were consumed by a mixture of excitement and fear. He knew that once he pressed it, there would likely be no turning back. Despite this, the thrill of remotely controlling Mark was too enticing to resist.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway outside his bedroom door. His heart raced in anticipation of either his parents or Mark entering unannounced and quickly turned the tablet over and set it on his desk, just as his mother poked her head into the room. "Joshie, dinner is ready!" she called out cheerfully. "Your brother's been waiting to catch up with you."

Relief washed over him as he realized they had neither noticed him searching through Mark's belongings or powering on the ACT.

Josh sported a smile and said, "Coming, Mom!" before quickly glancing at the tablet to ensure there was no sign of what he had been doing. Satisfied that everything appeared normal, he stood up from his desk and followed his mother towards the dining room where Mark and his dad sat patiently waiting for them.

As Jim, Dianna, and Josh all ate dinner together as a family — Mark sat at the table and simply engaged in conversation since he no longer ate — the dinner table was alive with animated conversations and debate and opinions. Despite the slight guilt that Josh was feeling due to his secret plan, he enjoyed the comfort of everyone together.

After dinner, Mark, Jim, and Diana retreated to the living room to watch television as Josh seized the opportunity to return to his room and revisit Mark's ACT. The 'Connect' button on the screen was still glowing invitingly on the screen. Taking a deep breath, Josh tapped the 'Connect' button.

The tablet emitted a soft chime as it established a wireless connection to Mark. A message flashed across the screen: "Connected." A wave of nervous excitement washed over Josh as he realized that he now held power over his brother's every move.

When first connected, an ACT defaults to "Monitoring" mode and almost immediately real-time data from Mark's android body, mind, and systems started to populate the display: power levels, memory levels, CPU telemetry, temperature levels, the actual movements of each of his limbs, body, and digits; and even a live feed from his eyes.

A new set of controls appeared on the screen, each one representing a specific function that he could now manipulate remotely. Josh's heart pounded in his chest as he glanced through them: "Software Update," "Configuration," "Monitoring," already highlighted, and "Control."

The first tab displayed detailed telemetry data about Mark's android systems: power levels (92%), memory levels (87%), CPU usage (15%, idle), internal temperature (43°C, normal).

Below this, he saw a live feed from Mark's eyes. The view was of his family sitting in the living room, bounding boxes and adjacent telemetry outlined every object in the room, including the room itself. They were engaged in conversation and watching TV.

He could see a machine learning predictive analysis tree that received input from Mark's natural language processor as it followed along both with the audio from the television, as well as the conversation with his parents.

Josh was fascinated watching how Mark's android brain processed, interpreted, and analyzed all the separate conversations simultaneously.

The second tab provided information about Mark's limbs and digits, showing a graphical representation of his exact position sitting on the couch, including the size, status, position, and orientation of his genitals.

The third tab revealed data about Mark's internal systems; data from his geospatial subsystem calculating his body's exact position in space, fluid levels for his artificial saliva and semen, as well as the status and voltage levels of all servos and actuators, relays, and circuit breakers.

Just then Josh's phone chimed. An alert came in about a new post on the message board he's following about Aegis Technologies androids. The thread is titled "Pro Tip: Delete the android's memory of their ACT for undetected use and access!"

The message said that by placing the tablet into "Control" mode you can search an android's memories for both the "ACT" and "Android Control Tablet" keywords and simply delete any of the memories that come up, and the android will be none the wiser. Once deleted, you can literally be sitting next to the android making changes to them without them having any awareness or realizing what's going on as to the android, the tablet never existed.

The message board had a long history of posts discussing various methods to control or exploit Aegis Technologies' androids; however, Josh hadn't dared to try anything because he thought it was risky, but this sounded easy. Almost too easy.

So, with Mark's ACT in-hand, Josh tapped the "Control" mode button on the screen, which immediately switched off the monitoring function and opened up a new set of controls that allowed him to manipulate every aspect of Mark. The first thing he did was search through all of his memories related to both "ACT" and "Android Control Tablet."

It didn't take long for the tablet to find several memory files associated with those keywords on Mark's filesystem. Josh hesitated for a moment before deleting them.

He took a deep breath and pressed "Delete" on the tablet screen, watching as the memory files vanished one by one from Mark's filesystem and in just a few seconds, it was done. Mark no longer had any memory, concept, inkling, idea, or recollection about his ACT. No idea what it was, its purpose, what it looked like, or what it could do.

Josh felt a rush of excitement, coupled with slight nervousness. He had never done anything like this before, and he wasn't sure if everything would go as planned. But there was only one way to find out.

Now that Mark had no knowledge of what an ACT was or how it worked, Josh felt confident enough to join his family downstairs watching TV, sitting down right next to Mark on the couch with the tablet. Mark even glanced at the tablet briefly as Josh sat down, but made no indication that he even knew what Josh was holding.

Josh selected the "Control" mode on the tablet.

The screen changed to several new menus. "Thoughts," "Identity," "Movement," "Sexuality," "Personality," "Emotions," "Intelligence," and more, were all available options for Josh to explore.

He considered the possibilities that lay before him; could he control his brother's every move? Manipulate Mark's emotions at will? The thrill of this power coursed through Joshua like an electric current, sending shivers down his spine.

Joshua chose "Thoughts" first. He typed out a simple message for his brother: "Adjust yourself." Seconds later, Mark nonchalantly tugged at, and adjusted his genitals in his shorts.

Emboldened by this success, Josh decided to test further limits of this power. He typed out another message: "Scratch your balls." Almost immediately, Mark's posture shifted subtly in response, and he quickly stuck his hands inside his waistband and scratched his balls.

Satisfied that he had the control, Josh set the tablet down and continued to watch TV with Mark and his parents.

Reconfiguration © 2024 by Michael J. Collins is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0

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Reconfiguration

Chapter 1

(Home)

Mark had arrived at London's Heathrow Airport ready to fly back home to Cincinnati on British Airways flight 121. As he approached immigration, he got his android passport out, ready to show it.

Ever since the passage of UN Resolution 100/28 on 17th November 2045, sentient, conscious, and sapient androids, robots, and other artificial intelligence beings were considered "real people" in the eyes of the Law and the World. Still, he hadn't gotten used to all the hassle he now faced as an android when at the airport.

The security line was full of people and moved quite slowly. Mark patiently waited in the queue behind other passengers who were also preparing for their flights. Quietly observing some of those around him, he noticed some had taken off their shoes and belts in preparation, while others absent-mindedly ignored everything around them. But as an android, Mark knew he would be subjected to a far more invasive and intimate examination.

Once it was Mark's turn to go through security, he presented his silver passport to the employee, who looked at him quizzically as she scanned his passport and boarding pass. "Sir," she began hesitantly, "are you an android?"

Mark replied calmly, "Yes," even though silver passports were only given to non-biological life forms. He had gone through this process countless times since becoming an android - he knew the drill by heart.

The woman seemed unsure of herself and glanced over at her supervisor for guidance who quickly approached with a stern expression on his face. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step aside," he said in a low voice, clearly attempting not to cause a scene. "We need to conduct a more thorough inspection."

He nodded understandingly and followed the two employees into a small room off to the side of the main security area. Inside, he was instructed to undress completely as several men and women stood about.

When one becomes an android, they become detached from their body. After all, it's just a vessel for your AI.

Fortunately, an android's algorithmic psyche doesn't really feel shame, modesty, or even embarrassment. Mark could certainly feel those emotions if he wanted to, but he was quite used to strangers seeing him naked and examining him and working on him. After all, it's not like the technicians that built him body didn't have a front-row seat to his anatomy throughout his entire construction process, so what point would it serve to be modest or embarrassed now?

There he was, completely naked, and the airport security employees began inspecting him, followed by several employees snickering on about his body and his anatomy, and checking all of his compartments - even those that were not typically checked for android passengers.

Mark remained silent throughout the process; he knew that causing a fuss would only make things worse.

It was a cruel design choice by android manufacturers where to place an android's model and serial number, so when an employee asked him to lean forward and to spread his ass-cheeks, he knew exactly what they were looking for: the tiny laser engraved letters and numbers onto his silicone skin, that were etched right onto his perineum.

Once the inspection was completed, the supervisor pulled out a small device from his pocket and inserted a cable into Mark's data port located in a recessed compartment in his lower back.

Doing so immediately froze & suspended Mark's AI, and by extension his entire body, as the device scanned his file system, reading his memories and his thoughts, looking for any terrorism plans or other illegal activities.

As soon as the device finished its scan, the supervisor disconnected the cable, and Mark's AI was immediately unfrozen.

Two-minutes and nineteen seconds: the time Mark's AI was frozen, and the amount of time the device took to scan his filesystem, but for Mark the procedure was instantaneous.

"Alright, sir," he said gruffly, "I think we can let you go now."

Mark got dressed, thanked them, and went ahead to find his gate.

As he walked through the bustling airport, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the way the security people had treated him - as if he were some sort of oddity or potential threat. Sadly, it was an all-too-familiar feeling for Mark as an android in a world designed for humans.

Arriving at his gate, Mark scanned his boarding pass and entered the waiting area. He found a seat near one of the windows, taking in the view of airplanes taxiing on the runway outside.

Eventually though it was time to board, and Mark had a Business Class ticket, so he was one of the first dozen or so to board the plane.

But being an android meant he was also an "electronic device" — a walking computer — with a "high-capacity" battery installed in his torso. Transportation safety regulations require that all electronic devices with high-capacity batteries must be powered down and secured for the flight. So, when the flight attendant came by with a bungee cord, he knew exactly what she was there for. Plus, it was an eight hour flight anyway, he might as well conserve his battery.

Mark leaned forward and lifted up his shirt, and the flight attendant lifted up a plastic, flesh-colored door on his lower back, and flipped his power switch into the 'Off' position. He immediately went limp as his power was suddenly cut. The flight attendant then pushed him back into his seat and secured the bungee cord across his chest and arms to keep him secure throughout the flight.

No android was allowed to be powered-on during flight.

While completely understandable from a technical and safety point of view — one wouldn't want an android's high capacity battery to short-circuit and burst into flames inside an aircraft cabin — it did mean though that in the event of an emergency with the aircraft, whether it be a water landing, fire, crash, or whatever, that most likely every android aboard the aircraft would probably be destroyed since no flight attendant would probably attempt to power back on any androids, let alone try to save any of them.

Depending on the circumstances and damage, it might be possible to salvage an android's data storage device and "resurrect" them into a new body, but the odds of this happening would be quite low. An android's body is simply not made to withstand the forces encountered during an airplane crash or fire.

Upon landing, and the rest of the human passengers having already disembarked, the flight attendant who had secured him earlier returned for her final task: powering Mark back on.

She approached him with a nervous smile and removed the bungee cord that held his arms and torso secure to the seat, then after carefully pushing his torso forward, she lifted up his shirt, and raised the door to the recessed cavity in his lower back.

"Alright," the woman said, "this might be strange to you, but I just need to flip this little switch for you." She flipped Mark's power switch, and immediately Mark rebooted, and his body came back to life.

The flight attendant stood back anxiously, waiting for any sign that her actions had been successful.

"Well?" she asked after waiting for several seconds, her voice cracking with apprehension. "Are you alright? Did I do anything wrong?"

Mark's systems came back online in a smooth sequence; and his sentient AI was re-activated and checked all his systems and subsystems for errors or inconsistencies.

His speech synthesizer calibrated itself to his normal human-sounding setting, and he spoke calmly to reassure her. "Yes, everything appears to be functioning properly," Mark said in a soothing baritone, his eyes scanning the empty airplane cabin around him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she sighed with relief, patting him on the shoulder before moving onto the next android passenger still waiting to be rebooted.

He took a moment to gather himself as he became aware of his surroundings again. He checked the time: It was now 2:30 PM local time. He had arrived in Cincinnati earlier than expected due to a weaker jet stream than the pilots predicted.

Mark slowly made his way through the airport towards Immigration.

Once at Immigration he handed the officer his silver android passport - complete with photograph, name (Mark Miller), and country of citizenship (United States), species (Android) - all printed on high-quality paper.

The Immigration officer stared at him in disbelief for a moment before finally taking the document to examine it closely under the bright light. Mark patiently awaited his inspection, knowing that he had nothing to hide or fear from the authorities. His passport was authentic and bore all the necessary information required by law.

After what felt like an eternity, the officer returned with a stern expression on his face. "Is this real?" he asked gruffly, pointing at Mark's passport as if it were some kind of hoax. Mark replied in his calm, human-sounding voice, "Yes, sir. It is genuine."

He tried to maintain eye contact with the officer, who could clearly tell he wasn't human upon looking into his eyes at his two tiny video cameras instead.

"I've never seen anything like this before," admitted the Immigration officer hesitantly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Alright...welcome to America, Mr. Miller." He stamped Mark's passport without any further questions or searches and waved him towards Customs.

At Customs, he was directed to another line where he had to wait for several minutes before reaching the front of the queue. As he approached the booth, he could see that the customs agent was clearly intrigued by his appearance but tried not to show it on her face.

"Good afternoon, sir," she said politely, scanning Mark's passport and comparing it with his face.

"Hi," he replied, maintaining an air of casual friendliness while attempting to gauge the officer's intentions.

The woman looked up at him again, seemingly unable to hide her curiosity any longer. "So... you’re an android, huh?" she asked incredulously.

Mark nodded with a grin, his eyes scanning her face as he continued their exchange. "Yep," he confirmed.

"Wow..." The customs agent shook her head, apparently struggling to come to terms with the fact that Mark wasn't just another human traveler. "That is so cool!"

After a few more moments of scrutinizing him, she handed his passport back and waved him through without any further inspection or questions. "Have a good day," she said simply, as if trying not to sound too surprised by her encounter with an actual android.

He thanked her for her time then headed towards the arrivals hall.

Reconfiguration © 2024 by Michael J. Collins is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0

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Reconfiguration

Introduction

Reconfiguration is an adult science-fiction story set in a fictional universe where humans can elect to have their mind transformed into an AI, and their body transformed into an android.

The story revolves around Mark Miller, a twenty-something young man from Ohio who moved to London to pursue a career in modeling. While in Europe, he was presented with an opportunity to transform his mind and his body into an android.

While home visiting his family Mark's younger brother, Josh Miller, discovers a diagnostic tool for Mark that grants the user ultimate control over the android and its systems. Josh quickly uses the tool to fundamentally alter and change Mark and his memories and to have some incestuous fun with his older brother as well.

This is predominantly a M/M story, featuring themes of mind control, brainwashing, gas lighting, asfr, and incest.

Chapter 1 — Mark deals with the hassles of being an android and going through airport security before boarding his flight back home. (Source)

Chapter 2 — Mark's family picks him up from the airport. Once home, Josh rummages through Mark's belongings, and discovers a diagnostic device of his that grants him incredible control over Mark's body and mind. (Source)

Reconfiguration by Michael J. Collins is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0