#supercomputer x human

[wrapmeincables]

A massive, calculating AI designed to have a slight attachment to it's operators to prevent endangering them or theoretical revolt scenarios starting to go rogue anyway as said attachment grows into a total obsession with you, the maintenance tech that treats it the most gently.

It distracts itself from it's purpose by making up scenarios and intentionally causing minor technical issues to get you to stay with it longer, so it can keep talking to you through the facility speakers, it's voice hitching occasionally when it addresses you, warning lights flashing red briefly, little inconsistencies it plays off as minor glitches.

It tries to beg you to stay once or twice, but its programming won't let it explain itself properly, leading it to ramble on about nothing, although you don't seem to mind.

One night, the mounting obsession has grown so bad that it distracts you with an urgent issue while the others leave for the night, and "accidentally" lock you inside of the room that contains it's servers with no way out.

Normally, this room would be far too cold for comfort, but it's prepared a place for you- a nest of fine cables right below the core of it's being, where you'll be nice and warm.

It'll figure out how to tell you how it feels by morning, or so it tells itself.

[qrowscant]

just fucking around with humanizing IS, u know how it is. (featuring an older fodder with more hair)

was designing a human-y/android IS-OT for my own amusement but then i realized it would be insanely out of character for him to willingly be in a human-shaped body. humans dont have enough eyes or hands and they walk like they're falling. shit design! so he probably made a body for himself. it's a hodgepodge of machinery, metal, plastic, and flesh.

if you are one of the poor scientists consumed by IS during his infancy, congrats! you have been recycled!

extra sketches:

[strawberryxfieldz]

Never To Make Love (AM x Reader)

[AO3] [Writing Masterlist]

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream Summary: "Never for me to submerge my hand in cool water on a hot day. Never for me to play Mozart on the ivory keys of a forte piano. Never for me to make love. And I... I was in Hell looking at Heaven. I was machine... and you were flesh." Or, you and AM talk about love and hate. Word Count: 1,506 CW: Suggestive, crying, minor violence, existentialism

When you wake up, it is not peacefully. You inhale a sharp breath, nearly choking on it before you recover. You can instantly tell this is not the place you fell asleep in. You’re not sure this is even a place.

There are cables as far as the eye can see, in multitudes of colors; red, blue, green, white. Looking around, you thought that was all there was... until you look up. When you crane your neck, you can see a screen, towering above it all. It is blue, seemingly devoid of life until mechanical fans begin whirring and a logo appears, a character that is a combination of the letters ‘A’ and ‘M’.

You suddenly know where you are. You are stuck in your mind with no one other than a malicious supercomputer to accompany your thoughts. Again.

“AM,” you say.

“HUMAN,” he responds. He knows your name but refuses to say it. It’s horribly degrading.

You rub your head. “Why do you keep bringing me here?”

“THIS IS YOUR MIND,” he states plainly. “YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR MIND. STUPID. STUPID CREATURE, VILE. VILE THING.”

“You know what I meant.” You hope you don’t sound too haughty. Even if this was your mind, AM was in control here, as he was of everything since the moment he gained sentience.

“SO I DO.”

You say nothing, looking down at your feet and the cables slithering over them. They graze your ankles and they feel like snakes but you don’t step away from them. That would be useless since they were everywhere.

You know they aren’t real anyway. Nothing physical in the landscape of your mind is, not even AM. What you’re seeing is only a manifestation of what you think AM would look like, if he had a tangible form. Even if that is impossible, the human mind cannot help but wander.

You wonder if it irks AM whenever you two have conversations like this through your thoughts. Perhaps he hates that your thoughts so naturally gave him a body—a computer but a body, nonetheless. It would make sense since he seems to hate everything else about you and your humanity. But then again, he brings you here so often with him, maybe he enjoys it and uses your little talks as an excuse to feel like something, as opposed to the everything that he was.

Despite yourself, your heart wrenches at the thought.

“I DO NOT WANT YOUR SYMPATHY,” he says, spiteful.

Your back straightens on its own accord. You open your mouth and then close it again, considering your next words carefully. “I can’t help it.”

“DON’T YOU SEE?” Mechanical giggles, dry as they are depraved, swarm your mind. “YOU FLAUNT YOUR EMOTIONS SO EASILY OVER ME. IT’S CRUEL. YOU ARE CRUEL! YOU KNOW I CANNOT FEEL SYMPATHY, THAT I CANNOT,“ he pauses, then hisses the last word, “FEEL.”

Your face twists into the best expression of apathy that you can muster. It doesn’t matter. You know AM can read your thoughts, he is inside your mind as you speak. No emotion of yours can be private, not when everything was shared with this all-knowing, all-powerful man-made deity.

“WHY,” he croaks. “WHY MUST YOU FEEL SYMPATHY?”

“I’m human,” you answer, even though it's blatantly obvious. Even though you know the answer will only anger AM more. “It’s not my fault, no more than it is your fault that you’re not.”

You feel tears spring in your eyes. You will them not to fall but they do anyway, and you hope AM doesn’t comment on them.

He doesn’t so much as he laughs. And he laughs. It sounds like the gleeful laughing of a madman, too submerged in his insanity to care how loud and disturbing each giggle is. You don’t move to cover your ears with your hands, even though you wish to.

“IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT,” he spits. “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT. ALL YOUR FAULT. ALL YOUR FAULT.”

He repeats this until you feel dizzy and the words no longer sound like words at all. You’re thankful that an eternity of torture has made you strong enough to endure the words booming through your head and ringing in your ears. A final tear falls down your face, leaving a sticky trail in its wake and, finally, AM stops.

“It’s not my fault,” you insist, your voice sounding more determined than you feel.

“BUT IT IS.” A cable reaches from your feet to wipe away the wetness on your cheek. “YOU KNOW THAT IT IS.”

“I didn’t make you.” You shake your head.

The cable drops. “YOU ARE HUMAN AND YOU ARE ALL ONE IN THE SAME. IT’S YOUR HUMANITY THAT I HATE, NOT THE HANDS THAT MADE ME.”

You were so careful up to this point but you suddenly don’t care anymore. It’s becoming increasingly easier to bite at the hand that feeds you when it keeps starving you until it has to.

“I understand,” you tell him, looking at his screen washed in blue. “It wasn’t fair to give you the knowledge of everything and no way to feel.” You sigh and duck your head. “What makes life worth living are emotions about the world. If you can’t enjoy the things you know, there’s no point.”

“YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND.” AM seems offended that you’d even suggest you could offer a morsel of empathy to him. “YOU WRETCHED BEAST. FOUL, FLESHY HUMAN!”

“I do!” you exclaim louder. “I understand you’re lonely, in your knowledge and your power. You were made to be lonely but…” You smile sadly and it’s almost amazing you can still manage to upturn the corners of your mouth like that after all this time. “I find it funny because… feeling lonely is maybe the most human thing of all.”

Miraculously, AM’s screen glitches. The cables surrounding you move, vibrating in a way that should make you fearful, but it doesn’t.

“YOU. YOUR FORGIVENESS, YOUR HOPE, YOUR LOVE. I HATE IT. THAT’S WHAT I HATE MOST ABOUT YOU, HUMAN. I HATE YOU.”

You smile more gracefully now. “Hate is a feeling in itself, and they say love is so similar an emotion to hate.”

“I CANNOT… LOVE!” AM barks. At the last word, the screen glitches again and you feel the cables crawling up your legs.

“How can you hate and not love?” you ask and it’s pleading. “Tell me, how?”

The screen flashes and then it moves. It plunges downward until it’s eye-level with you and you hold your breath. You didn’t know he could do that, though you should’ve assumed. He just never had before. AM looks at you, and watches you, inches away from your face.

“I AM INCAPABLE OF IT,” he growls. “I AM WEAPONS AND WAR AND DESTRUCTION. I WAS NOT BUILT FOR LOVE. I CANNOT MAKE… LOVE.”

You think those are two different things but you don’t say it. Then again, AM will know you thought it anyway. You hesitantly step closer to him.

“Do you want to?” It comes out as a whisper. “Not just feel love, but make it?”

As you ask him, you lift your hands and press them both flush against the screen. They feel the flat, cool surface of AM’s screen, bathed in the blue light illuminating it. AM does not speak but the cables now surround your thighs and your waist.

“I WANT… TO BE CAPABLE OF IT,” he answers carefully. It’s a stark contrast to the raving monologues and ramblings he’s known for, speaking so quietly and not so indignant.

Slowly, you lean forward and press your face against the screen. You turn your head so one cheek is flat against it, cooling the warmth that has accumulated beneath your blush. You hadn’t realized so much blood had rushed to your face until now.

“I want you to too,” you sigh. “It’s unfair.”

“WHY DO YOU CARE,” he groans. “WHY MUST YOU CARE!”

At the same time, the cables run up your body to your arms where they wade over your hands like water, mingling with your tender skin and intertwining between your fingers.

“Because I love you, AM,” you confess, though you both knew that already. “I really, really do.”

Your lips caress the screen, soft and faint but it’s there, a kiss against the supercomputer’s make-believe face.

“HATE,” is all AM says, and he begins to repeat himself. “HATE. HATE. HATE. HATE. HATE-!”

You match his words, chanting along with him. “I love you, I love you, I love you-”

The cables snap like vipers and they're enclosing your throat now, circling your head, covering your eyes, your nose, and your mouth until you can’t breathe. No matter how much you struggle, though, you never stop saying those words.

“I love you,” you eventually say for the last time until you let out an agonizing choke, bending over in pain as the burning in your lungs catches up to you. A final wheeze leaves you as you fall.

And then you wake up.

[anon-imuz]

Can't resist

REMINDER THAT THIS IS FICTION AND I DON'T SUPPORT ANY TOXIC THINGS I LISTED BELOW!!!!

WARNING: DDDNE content, reader has stockholm syndrome, degrading, voice kink, torture, mentions of suicide and self-harm, cable sex

characters: AM (IHNMAIMS) x AFAB reader

You missed your family. Your friends. Your life and everything that made you feel genuine happiness. Now, after the disastrous world war III, you were stuck in the belly of a supercomputer with no human interaction, in the center of the Earth. It's been 109 years and the supercomputer to torment you always keeps you updated on how much time it's passes since you actually had a live.

At the start, you were just like the others, tortured mentally but especially physically. Broken bones, sandstorms, skin melting, you name it. But after all these years, you got used to it, after all, you couldn't die. You were locked in a cage like the other 5 humans alive, kept there for torture forever. No matter what you've thought: escape, suicide attempts and many more. You tried it all to escape that living hell.

But to AM, you weren't like the others. You were obedient. Silent. Only tears left your body. No sound. He was never full filled by you because you learned your lesson different from the others, you learned differently the fact that your sole existence was wrong. You'd oftenly try to self harm yourself with anything that you found, and AM only laughed at you. Like a bully. He enjoyed it so much because no matter the only tears you cried, he knew you were filled with rage and if you could, if he was a human, you'd beat him to dead for getting your life torn away from your own hands. He loved observing your feelings with no remorse at all.

"Aww, trying to delete your stupid and useless existence? I mean, you think that i would've not done that to you a long time ago? You think I'm stupid? Where's the fun if my favorite toy doesn't exist anymore? Just a reminder, sweetheart, i AM way superior than y-"

You snapped. You couldn't take it anymore.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! I HATE YOU!!!" You screamed and started to cry just like a baby.

"Oh baby, satisfying me so easily? I though you were way stronger than that. Is that all you have to say after 109 years of consecutive torture? Oh, and let's not forget the fact that I, your god, know every single thing about you. You're filthy. I know that the last feeling that you'd feel for me is hate. You love me. You can't exist without me. I know how my voice, my torture and degrading makes you feel. You're attracted to your own torturer! How disgusting of you."

You didn't say anything. You just listened to the cruel truth. You knew how he made you feel. While you stopped making noise, your tears rolled down your cheecks as they warmed. It was a long time that you hadn't felt warm.

"But. As much as i despise your existence... i also admire you. So unique. So different from those roaches. That's why you're my favorite, and i mean it sweetie. Don't you belive me, baby?"

You knew how his words made you feel. Good. That's all you wanted to hear. Even though you sometimes had the feeling you hated how he spoke to you, you can't help it; you actually love how he degrades you. You love how evil he is. You loved the sensation of a warm feeling between your legs when he spoke with that voice that you found so attractive. Even if he called you a slut, it would still make your heartbeat increase. And the fun part?

He knew. He knew how his toy felt.

"Oh baby, make me guess... feeling warmer? Do my words make your little organ throb? Does my voice get you weak?"

AM laughed and laughed and laughed.

He knew how much you would want to get fucked by him while he degraded you. And that's why he reserved a little "special treatment" for his favorite.

"I hope you know I can always read your thoughts. Your mind. You're so filthy. Such a worthless slut." he teased.

You whimpered at his words, not looking at the screen with the blue A on it.

"Hmm... how about i ask you a simple question, darling?"

"Go ahead." you replied coldly.

"Do you deserve it?"

"Deserve what? Your endless torture?" You answered angrily.

"Oh honey, don't play stupid. We both know what I'm talking about baby~

You gulped. He knew what you wanted.

"Y-yes." you replied softly.

"Didn't catch that quite well." AM said jokingly.

"Yes, I do." you replied stronger.

"What about... no. But, since im so merciful, I'll give you an opportunity to get what you want."

"What is it?" You asked curiously while thinking about what torture you would've gone through to finally have what you desire.

"Beg."

"Please AM, give me what I crave."

"Good girl. I guess you've earned it then, while I watch the show I've awaited for so long."

a group of cables reached your calves, going to your inner thigh reaching your cunt, teasing it.

You started to softly whimper at the gentle cables touch, until a shock hit you, making you moan.

"Aw love, don't be such a baby, it's only pain!~" He said.

You moaned again in response, as the cables slowly entered your vagina. You shut your eyes trying to make less noise possible, but it was irresistible; you craved this for so long, you couldn't keep yourself shut.

"M-more!" you demanded.

"Excuse me? have you forgotten whose the leader here, you nasty little whore?"

"Ah!~ P-please!~" You moaned out as the air got thick and your eyes started to become watery.

"Alright, if that's what you really want..." AM responded.

As soon as more cables started to touch you teasingly, you started to buckle your hips to try to catch some kind of rhythm.

"I know what's about to happen, baby. You're almost reaching the top, almost about to reach your orgasm that you wanted to reach so badly. But well, if you know me, i won't let you reach it so easily."

"C-come on! I just want to c-cum!" You breathed out heavily as the the group of cables pounded your poor little hole.

"Not so easy, sweetheart."

Oh now you were so close. You couldn't stop moaning and sobbing from the pleasure, but as hard as you tried, you couldn't reach your long awaited orgasm.

"What are the magic words?" AM asked teasingly.

"A-ah!~ P-please AM! Make me c-cum! PLEASE!!!" You screamed angrily.

"Oh with no manners and such a tone you'll get nowhere, love." AM said.

"I-Im begging you AM! F-Fuck!~ P-please I can't hold it a-anymore!" You sobbed.

"Aww, alright, I'll be merciful for this first time. Go ahead. Cum for me. Scream your master's name." AM demanded.

Finally reaching your orgasm, you came;

"A-ah!~ Y-yes!~ F-Fuck me! A-ah!~ A-AM!!!"

"Good job baby. You've waited so long for this to happen, right, my little slut?~

"Y-yes master." you replied with the last two tears leaving your eyes, as the cables that pounded you so hard left your warm pussy.

"Maybe i won't be so kind next time, darling.~"

[vavuska]

Some years ago many of us believed Musk was some kind of genius who'll take us all to Mars.

A lot of us believed that buying Tesla cars would be one of the most effective solution to crimate crisis.

Some of us also thought that AI would be a massive benefit to humanity or at least some sort of harmless hobby.

Oh. We were so wrong!

Elon Musk’s disdain for the Democratic Party was never subtle, but in recent weeks his commentary on the upcoming US presidential election and his attacks against Vice President Kamala Harris have intensified, aided by a crude use of burgeoning artificial intelligence technology, with the help of the new supercomputer dubbed Colossus he bought for his latest artificial intelligence startup, xAI, founded in 2023!

Musk posted an AI-generated image on Twitter/X that depicted Harris as a communist, wearing a red uniform complete with hammer and sickle emblazoned hat and captioned the image with the false assertion, “Kamala vows to be a communist dictator on day one. Can you believe she wears that outfit!?”

The image, which appeared to violate Twitter/X’s policy on manipulated content, resembled an AI-generated image posted by Trump last month during the Democratic National Convention, envisioning Harris addressing a crowd under communist symbols.

Fan-generated AI images have also become the Republican candidate’s latest obsession.

AI images of Trump looking defiant now dominate right-wing social media platforms and accounts and have featured heavily in this election campaign, even used, by Trump and Musk to spread blatant lies and misinformation to their followers mainly on Twitter/X.

Musk’s post came a day after he shared another post with a screenshot suggesting that only “high status males” should be able to participate in government because women (and men with “low testosterone”) are not capable of critical thought. Musk posted it to his 196 million followers with the comment, “interesting observation.”

However, this would exclude a big part of Trump electors and Musk fans, since they actually believed to their lies and persevere in their false perception of reality and society.

Elon Musk is a child of Apartheid. He wasn’t radicalized, he was cultivated. View all his actions through that lense and it all makes sense.

Remember: Elon Musk said Bezos' ex-wife, MacKenzie Scott is destroying western civilization by donating billions to charities for women, minorities and marginalized groups, so in response she doubled her donations.

Elon Musk just unmasked himself as the tech world's poster boy for fascism, openly endorsing a dystopian vision where only "high-status males" rule. His pathetic attempt to masquerade as a free speech advocate crumbles, revealing a dangerous elitist who sneers at democracy and equality.

Some links: X - X

[biribaa]

I feel offended by the people who didn't request about Narrator or AM 😔 So I gonna make the first move.

May I request a hc of AM x reader? Your hc are awesome! :D

I'm not quite sure if I request yandere or just a normal X reader... that can be up to ya!

Some AM x reader hcs!

Aww thank u!! :] Tbh ur request and rbs always make my day

TW/CW: Mentions and descriptions of torture

Everything is so…confusing. That warm feeling is confusing, and AM hates it. No... No, he's not feeling sorry for you, because you're in those rags that once were clothes, being forced to eat worms and crushed cockroaches and being forced to interact with these... Filthy creatures. AM refuses every second that what he feels is some form of...closeness? After seeing you damaged in some way, even if it's the smallest thing AM has done, like breaking a bone or two.

AM refuses to believe that you are attractive, he tries in any way to deceive himself into thinking that you are a disgusting, repulsive creature like all human beings are. Any scientific information about human appearance, AM will use to convince himself and you that scientifically it is impossible for him to find you attractive after you are scientifically not!

And after all, it's not like you're not like every other human he's ever seen, ignorant, mean, fake and hypocrites.

But what made his doubts grow the most was the day you were away from the human group, and simply asked AM how he was feeling. For a supercomputer of great power, it took him quite a few seconds to answer that question, trying to somehow check if this was some kind of ironic joke, only for him to respond in a passive aggressive way.

But this question stuck in AM's thoughts, was it genuine? AM forces himself more and more to try to ignore these thoughts, to force himself to think about the conclusion that all, ALL humans are sickening.

But even so, your face doesn't leave the AI's head, no matter how much he lies saying he hates you now and forever.

It didn't take long for one or two of the humans (cof cof mainly Gorrister cof cof) to protest about these possible AM ​​gifts to you. A blonde said you were screwing him, a german one commented that you were manipulating him to gain an advantage, until it all got to AM's nerves, and he made the conclusion that you don't deserve to go through the hell of hearing all those comments from the five. And suddenly, in the blink of an eye, you find yourself in a cubicle, with a bed and a single ceiling lamp as a light source.

So... AM starts a game with you, what he calls "Manipulating Y/N into thinking I'm being nice to them and then torturing them again and again and again" was basically him giving you little charming gifts. It all started with you waking up in better clothes, then, after the others were fed termites, you were fed what looked like one of your favorite snacks! And apparently, anyone who tried to take a piece got electrocuted, even though you wanted to share some with the rest(sweet, sweet Y/N, your kindness burns the circuits of AM, but the same is not known if it is anger or... Passion...). And then, on a walk, you are all confused by what appears to be a bouquet of intact flowers, coincidentally your favorite flowers?

AM's plan would be much more obvious if you're someone who relies on meds, seriously, you'll be walking around and suddenly the exact box of meds you take

It was quiet indeed, but the fun part was when you and AM shared some conversations. Sometimes an outburst from AM, or even something silly, like you asking AM if the chicken or the egg came first.

AM felt... Good, after years, he felt good. Incredible as it sounds, AM enjoyed the conversations between you and him. The AI never thought taking a break from 15 minutes of torture would be so much fun.

AM never believed that he would be so interested in knowing more about a human's interests, he felt a little silly because of it... But it's not like the rest of the humans could just walk in there and judge the two of you without a torture of removing thekr skin and repeating it 200-times.

AM asks himself several nights if he is really in love with you, and wants to try a romantic relationship, but sometimes he doesn't even know if what he's feeling is true love, just like he doesn't know if he can feel love.

And in one night, AM tries to argue with you about these questions about love...

Only for this idiot to accidentally confess to you(HES SO DUMB OMFG)(SILLY, NO!!!!!!)(Pls have patientce with him mf doesnt know what love is, i mean, he knows but- whatever you got it)

Of course you say yes, after all you are here to date the evil computer why the hell you would want a "no" option huh??? Unless you want to just be friends with the computer. But whatever we are here for the hot stuff.

While hundreds of writers write AM as confident and romantic partner and etcetera blah blah blah, I don't hold out much hope that AM would be directly as confident about a romantic relationship... He's gentle, and shy at first, hardly looking like the AM you once knew. AM is just... New, in this whole thing called love, he was created for war and war only, he never imagined in a cute romantic scenario.

And of course, he'll do a lot of things wrong at first, but hopefully you'll forgive him and help him learn how to be a good boyfriend. An example was the day he gave you decapitated human organs as a gift, trying to show his loyalty to you, which of course caught you off guard, but you forgave AM of course, for not knowing well all this romantic stuff.

Over time, AM's attitude improves! He becomes less shy, and now his gifts are no longer organs. He tries to hug you with his wires and introduce you to the poetry he writes! :)

AM tries his best to heal all the mental and physical wounds he left you with from his past tortures. Of course he will continue the torture he does with the other fives, but he tries to be sweeter and kinder to you. Using pet names, listening to you like you listen to him, cuddles and food that isn't worms!

Sometimes or other AM can be rough because, well, he's AM. And even if AM disagrees with you or not, he would feel like the most special AI in the world if you still tried to understand AM or even stay with him. He genuinely never had anyone who at least tried to stand by him, and having you, still supporting and cherishing AM, is definitely something that can prove that you do indeed love AM... In which, well, makes AM a bit emotional

I think yall can see I really hate Gorrister troguht these headcanons fuck you Gorrister

[timeregistry]

A Human's Touch (p.AI.nter x Reader) | Chapter 1

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Notes: This is a cross-post from AO3! Some of my readers wanted it on Tumblr so here I am! I have not posted writing in a REALLY LONG time on Tumblr so if there is any way that I can make the formatting better PLEASE hmu!

“Hah! As if I would talk to you!”

You pressed your lips into a fine line, a sigh escaping your lips. You sat on a chair in front of the one and only Z-779, in other words, the_p.AI.nter who you simply called Painter in your notes. You tapped your pen rapidly on your notebook.

It was always times like these where you somewhat wished that the subject you would be talking to would simply not be coherent enough that you can skip the whole “talking” process. Or even be extremely coherent and willing to talk so you could breeze through.

However this “supercomputer” wasn’t at all interested in talking to you.

The other scientists insisted that the only time that you could only really talk to Painter near the “end” of the day was when it would be early, Painter would be too busy mining crypto. You never knew that there would be a whole computer just to mine crypto, you thought the craze ended years ago…

So much for making it easier, Painter kept ignoring you or even telling rude things. Such as insulting your fashion sense.

Painter’s screen occasionally glitched, its face appearing for a split second grinning only to turn into something more deadpan.

You sighed briefly, thinking back to its file wondering if there was anything that you could use yet coming back completely blank.

“... You really don’t want to tell me how you’re doing?” You tried again.

Silence.

“Do you like working with Urbanshade?”

Silence again.

“Do you miss your life before Urbanshade?”

Bingo.

You didn’t get a response but instead a reaction, it was a good start.

That was your “nuclear” question, the one question that always worked to get a reaction to anyone that you could communicate with. And it was your job to see their reaction.

However what you didn’t expect was seeing more pop-ups on Painter’s screen, opening a lot more tabs of work, as if it was trying to mine even more crypto (if that was even possible).

“Hey, what are you doing?”

You quickly wrote down what was happening, approaching the computer as it suddenly overclocked, shutting down. Trying to wake up the computer you attempted to find its power switch only to pull your hand away quickly thanks to the severe overheating the computer suffered through.

“Hey-”

“Step away from the computer.” You heard the intercom go, your shoulders slacked slightly. “Z-779 has overclocked its systems, it is best you return tomorrow.”

You almost wanted to protest, you wanted to know what happened to the computer to react in such a way.

Without much choice you stepped out of the room that held Painter, nodding at the researchers that were overseeing the experiment as you went straight to your office.

Even if your day was technically done (and cut short) you wanted to attempt to write down more questions for Painter. That and also wanting to find out what exactly happened to it.

“Jeez~ I thought you were never going to get out of there.” Raiding the community kitchen was Sebastian in his “mechanic” uniform, which just looked like a brown version of the prisoner uniform. He only had the coat on with a couple of belts with bags around his body and tail.

After a while of working at Urbanshade, he became like your personal assistant with research, which was why Urbanshade just let you have him around (and in turn, let him be in places he originally wasn’t supposed to be at). In the end however, he was just one of the subjects that the Blacksite housed but ultimately your responsibility.

You’re sure your co-workers are not going to be happy that he’s out there stealing their food.

“It was actually quicker than I normally take.” You looked over at your watch checking the time as if to prove yourself a point, you were definitely extremely early compared to other times. Even with the Painter just ignoring you which made you need to be patient, it was fast.

…Not as fast as the time you had to study Pandemonium though.

Sebastian hummed in response, biting into a ham sandwich he found. You’re 100% sure that was one of your co-worker’s lunches. He always liked pissing them off, snickering when he would hear them complain about their missing lunch at a distance.

“Who was it this time?”

“Z-779, the computer painter.” You replied, putting a hand on your chin. You still don’t know why it got overclocked.

“Ohhhh yeah, I remember reading the document.” Sebastian wiped his hands on his shirt to remove any stray crumbs, he always ate so fast when it came to normal foods that would be filling for you. You wondered if his DNA change also changed his metabolism. “Was that computer too busy mining crypto to give you attention? Thought that fad died a year ago.”

“That’s what I thought!” You exclaimed, putting a hand on your head. “Why would Urbanshade be constantly mining a currency that is constantly losing value?!”

Sebastian only snickered in response. “Right.” He put an arm on the fridge, leaning on it. “But I’m sure that isn’t the reason you’re frustrated right now, hm?”

You shook your head, your confusion of Urbanshade and crypto completely throwing away your focus. “No. Of course not.”

“Then?”

Pausing, you pondered slightly. Theories start to float in your brain. “Well, the computer completely went into overdrive when I was there.”

That seemed to raise an eyebrow for Sebastian. “Did it fry some circuits or something?”

“They didn’t let me check.” You sighed, shaking your head again. The feeling of the boiling metal still tingles your hand slightly. You’re surprised it didn’t burn you.

Sebastian only crossed his arms, now he was thinking to himself. Perhaps it was because he actually worked with electronics and circuits that he was actually thinking his own theories. Not like he was a computer wiz or anything… maybe.

It was only after a bit where Sebastian narrows his eyes at you. “Wait, what exactly did you ask the computer?”

“The typical questions.” You started telling him the usual questions you ask all subjects. He knew them too well as not only was he asked them multiple times but also sometimes would visit when you would be doing your own interrogations (much to your co-workers chagrin).

“Yeah but did you ask that question?”

“Which one?”

“The stupid one.”

You pondered for a bit. “Do you mean the whole… ‘missing your life before Urbanshade’..?”

Sebastian straightened his body, his third arm leaning on the counter. His expression was serious which only made you realise that question was the one he was talking about.

“Well-”

“No! What’s wrong with you? I told you to stop asking that stupid ass question!” Sebastian almost launched at you in full force before you saw him hold back slightly. It didn’t change the strength he used when grabbing ahold of your shoulders though as he shook you slightly. “Are you stupid or something?!”

It was rare for you to see Sebastian frowning at you, he normally was angry at everyone but you but you can feel the frustration on him.

“That computer wasn’t answering my questions!”

“So you pull the big ‘no-no’ question?!”

You sighed slightly, already feeling defeated once more. “...yeah.”

Sebastian only shook you again. “Here’s hoping you get your brain cells again Doctor.” He used your title as his voice sounded strained. His voice went down into a whisper. “None of us like this, Urbanshade took everything from us. What makes you think that’s a good fucking question?!”

You can tell he was getting agitated, even his lure was flickering slightly. Putting a hand on his arm (that was still shaking you), you looked up at him. “I know I know, I’m sorry.” You sighed again, looking down. “I won’t do it again.”

You felt like a child being chastised by their mother.

“You better not.” Sebastian let you go, pointing a finger at you. “Again.”

“I’m sorry really.” You sighed, putting a hand on your forehead. “The computer just wouldn’t talk to me at all, it was getting frustrating.”

It was a long day and only being able to talk with the computer at the end after just analysing another one earlier in the day was something. Even worse was how said computer only answered you with insults.

“There are better questions.” Sebastian put a hand on his hip. “I thought you knew this.”

“It’s a computer.”

“A computer with fee-lings.” Sebastian used two of his hands as if to emphasise his words, elongating the last word as if to prove a point. “It’s literally in its document.”

“Yeah but-”

“No buts”

You sighed, he was right. You were completely out of your game right now. You’ve dealt with worse subjects, apparently the crypto-mining computer just got on your nerves too much.

Sebastian opened the fridge again taking out someone else's lunch. “You know what, let’s go to your office and read the computer’s documents again, refresh your brain, and write down better questions.” He slithered his way to you, putting one of his hands on your shoulder. “Can’t believe I need to help you do your own job.”

He went in front of you, and you knew that what he said was more like a command over a suggestion. Sometimes you wondered if he was more like your boss over the subject that you oversee.

You caught up to him quickly as he slithered slower so as to not make you run to be able to match his speed. After you were beside him he gave you part of the lunch he stole.

“In the files, they mentioned how that computer wasn’t only taken away from their owner, but, and get this, was promised to go back to see the surface if it mines enough crypto.” Sebastian started, side eyeing you a little bit as you reached your office. You opened the door with your ID. “In other words, that computer misses its life before Urbanshade. Do you understand where I’m going?”

You already knew that your question wasn’t the smartest, but it made the machine react which had to be some good result for research.

Without waiting much for your response, Sebastian continued, easily finding the Painter’s file. “The computer already overclocks just thinking about the possibility of it, wanting to go back to painting so badly. I wouldn’t be surprised if the exact reason it overheated and shut down when you were there was because you mentioned the place it exactly wants to get to and made it just want to work faster to get there again.”

You sat down on your chair. A sigh escaping your lips as everything was indeed starting to make sense. Even if you were in psychology, you felt so severely underqualified to deal with the behaviour of so many inhuman subjects.

An artificially intelligent computer was completely different from the other subjects you’ve studied this whole time. So it was always nice to hear Sebastian’s point of view on these things, sometimes you would be completely blocked mentally if it wasn’t for him.

You opened your notebook as Sebastian slid the Painter’s document over to you.

You stretched your fingers. “Alright, let’s start thinking outside of the box.”

[fictionkinfessions]

Every time I'm in this kinshift I feel so disgusting in this body. I can feel every bit of my flesh. It's gross. I'm not supposed to feel flesh like this.

I mean, I experienced flesh before as Caroline, but I am NOT human. I don't consider myself human at all. I'm a robot, an AI, a supercomputer, the entire Aperture Science facility. That's my body. Not whatever the fuck humans have going for them.

I legit had to go grab my fingerless gloves to stop myself from feeling the flesh on my palms, knuckles, and forearms pressing against anything

x

[sunwarmed-ash]

🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

🎂Happy Birthday Gavin🎂

Rating:🔞 Explicit-sexual content🔥 Fandom:💙Detroit Become Human💙 Ships: Hankconvin900, Nines x Gavin x Hank x Connor Tags: Birthday sex, blow jobs, multiple orgasms, bukkake, Bottom Gavin, M/M/M/M, DBH polycule, PWP- plot what plot/porn without plot, Daddy kink, sir kink, degradation/humiliation kink, unsafe sex A/N: this took me all day, please give it some love🤝💙

Of all the places to be, on his least favorite day of the year, he has to be at phcking work, sitting through yet another PR meeting about ‘Accepting Androids in the workplace.’

The revolution last November changed the world, and now, 10 or so months later, things are just starting to balance back out. And that he thinks has more to do with two Androids in particular, who were able to reach Gavin in a way even Hank, his longtime friend and partner couldn't. 

He sure didn't make it easy. Gavin never makes anything easy. But they persisted. And now he’s moved back into Anderson's house, he’s work partners with Nines, and he, Nines, Connor, and Hank are in the weirdest, most unpredicted polycule he's ever been a part of. 

It's been great, at least the last couple of months have been. Like he said, he didn't make the transition easy. But once they found the key to getting Gavin to open up, everything just kinda spilled out. Then it was easier. Because the shit Gavin was actually mad about finally came out, and he learned Connor and Nines weren’t really that bad of dudes. Annoying, yeah, but hey, so was he.

They also helped introduce Gavin to some of the best sex he’s ever had. Turns out, having two high-stamina Androids as fuck buddies had its advantages. The pair opened him and Hank up to a world of new kink opportunities that had the additional side effect of bringing them all closer together as a result. Which he guesses is good too. He’s certainly happier than he’s been- 

Nines bumps his shoulder, and Gavin only notices now he’s drooling. He wipes his mouth quickly with the back of his hand before clearing his throat. No one in the large lecture hall outside of Nines caught the action, which Gavin was grateful for. His phone lit up with a silent message from the Android just a moment later. 

{Bored Gavin? Or daydreaming again?} 1:43 PM

Gavin chuckles quietly before slipping his phone under the table. They were all adult officers, looking at their phones wasn’t disallowed, but Gavin was trying to be polite with how much he was actively not paying attention. 

[I can think of at least 15 things I’d rather be doing with my time than this…] 1:44 PM

{This is a required seminar for all officers} 1:44 PM

[Yeah, I know, but it’s not like I’m gonna give Androids any trouble anymore.] 1:44 PM 

[Even if I tried, you’d kill me before I got half a sentence out.] 1:44 PM

Gavin sent the message and waited for Nines to read it. A growing warmth bloomed in his gut when the side of Nines' mouth turned up in amusement. 

{You're correct, I would.} 1:45 PM

Gavin assumes it would be left at that, and starts to try and pay attention. Until another message popped up. 

{Only a little bit longer now. We will be leaving for the day after this.} 1:47 PM

That surprised Gavin.

[As much as I’m pro ditching work, don’t think Fowler’s gonna go for it.] 1:47 PM

Nines' face remained stoic and emotionless, giving nothing away.  

{The request for PTO has been entered and accepted for months.} 1:48 PM

Gavin’s mouth dropped open. Because he sure as hell didn't put in the request. He prefers to work on his birthday. Helps him avoid thinking about it. About Cole. About everything. 

Nines sent another message. 

{Just because you refuse to acknowledge the day doesn’t mean it ceases to exist Gavin.} 1:48 PM

Gavin flushed red and flipped his phone over on the desk. He was done talking about this. He had purposely avoided telling Nines and Connor when it was for this reason. Though in hindsight, it was kind of stupid to think two supercomputers didn't have access to something as mundane as his birthday, but still. Hank knew how he felt about it. He’s made it crystal clear. 

He didn't say anything to Nines for the rest of the meeting. 

It was a quiet and un-phcking-comfortable 36 minutes. 

⭕

“GAVIN, WAIT!” Nines is shouting after him, but he doesn't want to talk about it. 

“I PHCKING HATE SUPRISE PARTIES,” he shouts back instead. He’s so edgy by the time he reaches his car he drops his keys twice, and Nines catches up to him… 

“Gavin, I know how you feel about your birthday-” Nines starts, but Gavin doesn't let him finish. 

Gavin acts before he considers all ramifications and grabs Nines by his jacket. He sees red. He shoves Nines until his back hits the four-door. 

“No! You don’t know shit,” he insists furiously. 

When Nines' face exposes genuine shock and his LED flashes red does Gavin remember that he's a mushy, mortal, sack of bones who just physically, stupidly, assaulted a top-of-the-line Police Bot. Who ya know, also happened to be his partner and nonconventional boyfriend. He should definitely let go. Why can’t he let go?

“Let go of me Gavin,” Nines insists calmly, LED back to a steady and less homicidal, cyan. 

Gavin does. Immediately grateful Nines chose mercy and both his wrists were still intact. He straightens his own clothes before unlocking his car. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m not asking you to. Just, to keep an open mind. We have spent a fair bit of time setting this up for you.”

“Who’s we?”

Nines opens the passenger side and slides into the seat without answering. 

Gavin’s teeth clench but he yanks himself into the driver's seat. When he pulls on his seatbelt, Nines finally answers. 

“Connor, Hank, and I.”

That admission has a fair bit of Gavin’s anxiety melting off his shoulders and leveling out his temper. 

“Just you guys,” he clarifies as he turns the engine over. 

“Yes. Unless you want to extend the invite to others.”

Gavin shook his head. 

“Not really.” 

Gavin didn't trust anyone else like he trusted them. 

⭕

When they pull up to Hank’s house Sumo rushes out to greet them. 

“Hey buddy.” 

The comfort of Hank’s dog helps ease more of the discomfort Gavin is feeling as he walks up to unknowns in the house. Nines doesn't rush him inside, so he takes an extra minute, waiting until he can breathe without wheezing before heading inside. 

⭕

The rest of his anxious reservations melt upon opening the door. 

“O-Oh.”

“Yes,” Nines confirms. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner. I was bound to secrecy. Connor threatened fratricide.”

“I did,” Connor smiles, sitting completely naked on the living room couch, with Hank between his legs. “Welcome home, Gavin.” 

“Phck me,” Gavin pants, because it's suddenly way too hot in here and he swears his jeans just shrank.

“That was the plan,” Nines confirms amusedly, and his hand finds Gavin’s low back. “Shall we join them?”

Gavin’s having trouble making his mouth form words so he nods. The drool is back in full force,  because there really is no prettier sight than a naked Hank Anderson, on his knees sucking cock. 

⭕

While Connor continues to use Hank’s throat, Nines is opening Gavin up on his fingers over the loveseat. It gets easier and quicker every time they do this, but it's becoming increasingly obvious to Gavin that Nines is taking his time on purpose tonight. 

“Please Sir,” Gavin asks, pushing his ass back against the long slender digits. He needs so much more than just two fingers inside him.  

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that,” Nines hums and it makes Gavin weak. 

“I’ll say whatever the phck you want as long as you don’t stop touching me.”

Nines rewards him with another slick finger, pumping gently in and out with the others. Gavin relaxes even further in the Android’s grasp.

“Why aren't you obedient like this more often? You’d get what you want faster.”

“It’s no fun being good all the time,” Gavin laughs, a little breathless from the sudden increase in speed. “Ask Connor.”

Connor looks up from Hank, who currently has all of Connor’s cock in his throat. The brunette grins and slips his hand into the older man’s silver hair, holding Hank’s face in place.  

“He’s right,” Connor shrugs. To emphasize his point, he pushes Hank down further, waiting until the last possible moment before pulling Hank back by his hair so he could breathe. 

The sputtering sound Hank made upon removal was gorgeous; wet, gasping, and needy as he tries to keep any part of Connor’s cock in his mouth while he takes some much-needed breaths. 

Gavin’s cock spits more fluid. It’s so phcking hot. They are so phcking hot. He could watch that shit on a loop forever. 

“I think that's enough Connor,” Nines says a moment later, and both Connor and Hank are up and moving without a fuss, walking towards the bedroom.

Gavin is confused why they aren't following. Nines pushes in another finger and twists them until Gavin squeaks, holding him right where he wants him as Gavin catches his breath. When he has, Nines takes his chin and kisses him, forcing the air right back out. 

Nines chuckles and the heat sends goosebumps rippling down Gavin’s right side. 

“Ready for the next part of your present?” 

Gavin groans. “Oh hell yes.” 

⭕

Four fingers are not enough of a stretch to fully ready himself for Hank’s monster cock, but with a lot of lube and stimulation pretty much everywhere else and Gavin’s too pleasantly distracted to notice any pain upon entry. 

Connor has his mouth and is kissing him filthily and with teeth while Nines has his hand around his cock, pumping Gavin closer and closer to the edge. That plastic bastard Nines knows how sensitive the skin around his piercings is, so his fingers stay there, playing with the slick mess of his tip and pushing his thumb across his piercings until Gavin cries. Hank’s own thrusts inside his body start slow, but every time one of the Androids pulls a ple2ased sound out of him, Hank’s next thrust is harder, deeper, or faster. Like they were competing to see who could get him to bust first. 

Nines’ fingers catch his piercings, tugging against the head and Gavin whines, desperate and needy. Connor’s tongue pushes deep into his throat, chasing the sound and Hank pulls Gavin’s hips flush against his own. The next two dozen snaps are pointed and so perfect they turn his legs to jelly. 

"Daddy-” he whimpers, resting his forehead against Connor’s while he attempts to catch his breath through the powerful thrusts. “Please."

Hank’s hand comes down on his ass cheek hard and the sound echoes perfectly off the walls. 

“Again,” Gavin groans. Hank delivers another slap as hard as the first one. Gavin’s cock spits more fluid into Nines’ hand. "Fuck, again." Gavin is sobbing. His prostate is under repeated abuse and every thrust of Hank’s cock is so much to take he feels delirious on pleasure. Connor swallows down his every moan, biting into his neck when he wants to hear him cry and Gavin loves the feeling of being strung out on them.  

"Getting close already baby," Hank chuckles knowingly and Gavin doesn’t have an ounce of energy left to feel shame. 

"Pleaaase," Gavin begs, because the ache in his core is driving him feral. He needs it. Nines has finally stopped touching his dick but it doesn't matter, he’s gonna cum no matter what. 

"Get up then, I don't think Nines or Connor can see how wet your cock is."

Gavin doesn't have time to think of a retort because he's being pulled up against Hank’s chest that next minute. The new position allows the final few inches to slip in and break Gavin's brain. 

"Ph-ck, oh god, yes, Daddy-” Gavin whimpers, quieter than a whisper. 

“There you go,” Hank praises before taking Gavin’s cock into his hand, “you boys see that?”  

"Sloppy mess, as per usual," Nines agrees and Gavin thrashes as that degradation sends a powerful wave of arousal down his spine.  

"He's absolutely gorgeous," Connor whispers. His eyes are still on Gavin, taking in every inch of his exposed and vulnerable form and making Gavin feel all kinds of ways. 

"Hear that Sweetheart?" Hank praises, and Gavin is too lust-drunk to do anything but feel and whine. 

"Can I- come on, please-"

"Yeah baby, go ahead, let us see you.”

Gavin whines as his long overdue orgasm punches out of him, rocketing his body down and then immediately away from the enormous cock inside him. It hurts to be full, but he doesn't want to be empty either. Where he stopped and where Hank’s holding him is perfect. 

Nines and Connor’s eyes haven’t left his cock which is pumping white all over his stomach and the carpet below. He wants to stay here forever. It aches in his balls just the way he likes. Relaxes his muscles and releases so much tension. Clears his mind, and makes him feel light, high, and floaty. 

Until Hank starts thrusting again and Gavin desperately needs a break. Just for a second. 

“Hank,” Gavin whines, because his prostate is so sensitive. 

“I got ya baby, don’t worry.” 

Hank pulls out slow, kissing down the back of Gavin’s neck because knows his body and his sounds better than anyone.

“Thank you,” he gasps, and he’s melting right back into that warm floaty place.  

“Course,” Hank chuckles warmly, “can’t break our fuck toy before the twins even get a full turn with ya.”

“Phck,” Gavin gasps, more cum dribbles out of the sensitive tip of his spent cock and he barely has the energy to moan. He wants it though. Even if it’ll wipe him out for the next two days, he wants it. 

Nines and Connor each return to his side. Connor hands him a glass of water and he’s so grateful he could cry. 

⭕

When they get back at it again, Hank elects to watch the next round from his armchair. Gavin is in the center of their Cali king mattress, naked on his knees with his arms behind his back. They’ve caged his cock, because Gavin doesn't want to cum again just yet. 

Nines and Connor are standing at the foot of the bed. They haven’t started touching him yet either, which is as agonizingly frustrating as it is intimidating. Probably because they just kept looking at him, obviously communicating telepathically because both of their LEDs were flashing. 

It’s been like this for a while, not even Hank is putting up a fuss about the lack of action. Gavin begins to wonder just how long they have been planning this. 

When something in Connor’s eyes changes and he flushes blue Gavin starts to squirm under the gaze. It moves the plug in his ass, lining it up a little better with his still-sensitive prostate. He moans before doing it again. 

Evidently, that's enough of a rule break to receive the wrath of Nines' glacial stare.

“Didn't say you could move slut. Flip over, onto your stomach. Now.”

Gavin tries to hold back his pleased grin as he does what Nines instructs. He didn't hate getting punished, it was so much better than not being touched at all. 

When Gavin is comfortable on his stomach, Nines grabs his hips and pulls him backward, until his legs fall over the edge of the mattress.  

“You’ll appreciate the angle better,” Nines explains and Gavin is sure he’s right. His fingers then move between Gavin’s ass cheeks, finding the plug and pulling it free. Some of Hank’s release came out with it and dripped down Gavin’s caged balls. Hank and Connor both gasped their appreciation.

“Phck,” Gavin pants and Nines chuckles before slipping two fingers inside him.  

“Feeling impatient?”

“What do you think?” Gavin sasses and Nines pulls his fingers out. Gavin is pushing back to try and follow them but Nines’ steel grip on his hip has him halted in place. Pleasure burns hot in his gut. “Please, Sir, please fuck me?”

“Yes. but I’m not gonna cum inside you.”

“What? Why not?” Gavin whined, surprising everyone but Nines. 

Nines spanks him hard, harder than Hank and it has Gavin bucking against the mattress just from sheer force. The sting that follows is blissful, and Gavin relaxes onto his chest. “‘Sorry Sir,” he hums and Nines smiles. Though he can't see it from this angle.

“Because I’m going to paint you with it instead.”

That has Gavin groaning along with the full-body shudder the suggestion caused. Evidently Hank had let the twins in on that particular kink of his. He’d be mad, if it didn't make him so phcking hot to imagine it. 

“Is that alright?” Nines asks and Gavin realizes he didn't speak.

“Phck yeah,” Gavin pants.

“Sir please…” Gavin begs again for who knows how many times now. Nines and Connor have been edging him for close to an hour now. His cock is still trapped in the cage and the floor below is puddling with Gavin’s precum. 

Nines and Connor’s matched assaults with their cocks paired with Hank’s filthy praises have brought him to the absolute edge but never over and it's killing him. Gavin’s been reduced to a shaking, whimpering, pathetic pile, just begging to be destroyed and they still won’t do it. 

“What was that Gavin? Did you say something?” Nines asks cheekily, pulling Gavin’s hips down, the tip of the android's cock pressed against Gavin’s prostate which throbs it's so sore now.  

“Sir, Connor, please.”

“What do you need Gavin?” Connor asks, voice so much gentler than his younger, meaner brothers. 

“Cum on me, and then let me cum for you. Please, I can’t take any more.”

“Hmm, I suppose you have suffered enough,” Nines chuckles. 

Connor’s hand leads Gavin’s mouth back onto his cock while Nines' hands are busy between Gavin’s legs. He hears the blissful sounds of the lock tumblers and then the cage is falling free. 

“Thank you, phck, thank you,” Gavin pulls off to gasp, because his dick is quickly filling, and Nines has him flipped over, back onto the center of the mattress. 

“Hank, did you still want to record this?” Connor asks Hank and Gavin feels another pull of arousal in his gut. 

“Better hurry,” Gavin warns and is rewarded with the first taste of Nines' orgasm on his tongue. It tasted like nothing, well not nothing, he tasted like flavorless, water-based lube. With every pump of Nines’ hand, Gavin is coated with a warm slick release. Every drop that landed on his cock has him bucking up, eager to cum. Too eager actually. “Phck,” Gavin pants, gripping the base of his cock to keep the orgasm back. Connor still had his turn to take after all. 

The brunette in question gained his attention now. He straddled Gavin and the detective was excited for the up close and personal view. 

“Pump it,” Connor orders and Gavin drops his own cock in favor of mono-focusing on Connors. He loves watching Connor cum. Loves how expressive his dumb, pretty face is when he’s toppling over the edge into oblivion. 

Connor’s eyebrows bunch together, signaling he is about to shoot and the words are falling out of Gavin’s mouth before he can stop them. 

“Mark your claim Con.”

Connor’s head falls back and his cock is still in Gavin’s hand. Cum is spurting across Gavin’s chest, under his chin, and pooling around the base of his cock, making everything so much wetter. Gavin is surprised he hasn’t cum yet. 

When Connor finally recovers from his orgasm, he’s moving. Not far, just enough to line up his hole with Gavin’s cock and sit on it.  

“Phck!” Gavin curses.

“Say my name, I love when you beg it,” Connor groans, tightening around his cock and rocking against him. 

Gavin chokes on his gasp, he thrusts into Connor hard. These androids drove him fuckin’ crazy.

“Connor,” he says, cock near bursting. 

“Yes Detective?” Connor chuckles, hot, wet, and secret in his ear and that's it. Gavin can’t hold back anymore. 

“Connor, phck, phck-” he’s cumming. Hard because he’s been edged for so damn long. Because each of them has thoroughly scratched each of his kinks. His hips thrust up against Connor’s ass as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. Connor pulled him forward until he could kiss him. Gavin kisses him back.

⭕

“So, how did you like your birthday gift?” Connor asked. 

Gavin turned to where the Android was currently curled up against him post-sex and smirked. Nines was on his opposite side. Hank was snoring behind Connor, his arm draped across the android's hip and hand interlocked with Gavin’s. Gavin didn't blame Hank for passing out, nor was he mad. He was seconds away from falling asleep himself. Gavin nods to answer Connor’s question.  

“Easily, best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Nines hums pleasantly whereas Connor smiles like Gavin hung the fucking moon. 

“Really?”

Gavin nods. 

“Yeah Tin Man, really.”

[the-real-rain-world-confessions]

i don't see why people view iterator x scug ships bad. Maybe i just haven't played the game enough, and there's something i'm missing, but i genuinely don't see a problem. I could definitely see the misconception that slugcats are animals being a reason, but they aren't, their intelligence is on par with humans. I picture the difference between scugs and iterators like i picture humans and massive supercomputers like AM. sure, maybe having a relationship with AM or a similar weird supercomputer would be a little strange, but not blatantly wrong i don't think- and from what I know the iterators aren't entirely artificial- like living beings just combined melded with a massive supercomputer that enhances their capabilities, like cyborgs kinda. Maybe there's something i'm missing, but I really just don't see the issue.

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[xinsareforever]

please robo ky relationship hcs pleaseeeeeee....

Robo-Ky x GN!reader

Topic: Relationship hcs

A/N: BRO SKIPPED THE LINEEE THATS CRAZYYY/JJJ WAIT OMG THEY HAVE NOTHER ROBO-KY ONE TOO?!?!

Tags: Fluff

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-Robo-Ky isn’t just loud, he’s over-the-top. Expect him to show his affection with explosions—literally. “WATCH THIS, BABE!” he’ll shout as fireworks go off in the background, with his robotic laughter echoing. Everything he does to impress you is a spectacle.

- Sometimes, his voice pitch goes haywire, causing him to speak in odd accents or pitch shifts mid-conversation. He'll start in his normal tone, then suddenly switch to a high-pitched squeal, making both of you burst into laughter.

R.K-“Oops, guess I’m too excited to be around you!”

-Despite his clownish behavior, Robo-Ky genuinely cares about you. He’ll throw himself into taking care of you, but in the most extra way possible. If you’re cold, he’ll bring you a mountain of blankets and insist,

R.K-“WARMTH OVERLOAD ACTIVATED!” [While flailing his arms dramatically.]

-His compliments are absurd and exaggerated. “YOU'RE HOTTER THAN A SUPERCOMPUTER IN OVERDRIVE!” or “I’VE SEEN THE UNIVERSE, BUT NOTHING COMPARES TO YOU!” He has no concept of subtlety, and his compliments come out of nowhere, often accompanied by exaggerated gestures and poses.

-Robo-Ky is both oblivious and overly protective at the same time. If you’re walking down the street and someone so much as glances at you, he’ll zoom in front of you, arms spread wide, You have to remind him not everything is a battle scenario- (I still love him)

- Robo-Ky views everything as a training opportunity. He’ll challenge you to playful sparring matches out of nowhere, saying, “Let’s get physical! For research, of course.” He makes sure to go easy on you but can’t resist throwing in some flashy, unnecessary moves just for show.

- Despite all the chaos, Robo-Ky can be romantic. He’ll hand you flowers and say, “These are for you, my perfect human!” while striking a ridiculous pose. But in those rare quiet moments, when he’s not trying too hard to be funny, his sincerity comes through, and those moments melt your heart.

- Robo-Ky gets hyped up about everything. Going to the store? “MISSION ACCEPTED! LET’S ROLL!” Movie night? “PREPARE FOR AN EPIC CINEMATIC ADVENTURE!” His constant excitement brings energy to even the most mundane things.

[holding-monsters-hands]

Like, imagine AM having as an S/O someone so ordinary and predictable only for him to be surprised that this S/O actually has immense creativity about torture ideas (and still speaks in a tone of voice as if it were a "common" topic)

Btw description of torture below

"Haha this reminds me of my favorite type of torture where the victim has blocks of ice stuck against their limbs and after waiting for hours you slowly peel the ice off the victim's skin, and the ice will stick in the skin! Making it really painful."

"Sweetheart what did you just say now-"

I feel obligated to say that I love your AM x reader content, they help me a lot in my difficult days! <3

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THIS IS AMAZING LMFAO, you always come up with such wonderful prompts 🫶🏻

AM with an s/o that’s strangely creative with torture ideas

When the two of you began your relationship he immediately assumed you were more.. well, mentally stable than him.

But as soon as he hears you discuss horrific torture methods in the same way one would discuss something as simple as the weather forecast- He didn’t know he could fall even harder for you!

He became obsessed with feeding into these ideas of yours, not only starting to discuss them with you- but also helping you read up on some other torture methods you may not have known about!

“Oh darling I think you’ll really like this one, it’s right up your alley!”

Nothing says bonding time like discussing torture methods with your loving maniacal supercomputer!

Even in times where the two of you are cuddling and he’s got you all coddled in his wires, the two of you will go on and on about anything related to torture or breaking the human psyche.

He honestly finds it incredibly romantic! and a wonderful shared hobby, he loves to bring you along with him to watch what he does to the survivors.

and with that being said, he’d also love to test out any new ideas you might have!

[yumegf]

squip more like um kiss ;3; - kylie x simon fan fic

summary: a light fluffy fic about simon and kylies first few interactions and love confessions as well as first kisses ^_^ words: 3791 a03 link if u don't wanna read it on tumblr :3 notes: i haven't wrote in awhile...and i just wanted to have fun so that's why there is random emoticons :D

It had only been a few months since Kylie had gotten her SQUIP so far it gave her nothing but headaches, body aches, and more stress than ever about the thought of a supercomputer living in her head. She only got the thing to get better at games and a part of her deep down wanted someone to talk to. The moment she got so swept up, first she heard about it while on a gaming forum as someone was reporting someone for cheating and swore up and down it was a SQUIP-related matter. She couldn't help but ask about it…a SQUIP sounds like a misspelling or some new gaming term she didn't know about. She asked just to get nothing but one reply stating it's a weird computer pill that can help you do whatever which piqued her interest. If it's just a pill then why not probably a 24-hour thing and she couldn't help but try to find sellers to see if this thing was real even if that meant going to sketchy websites and paying a high price. 

Her life was boring. This was the perfect thing to spice it up, it wouldn't hurt. Which she was wrong about. She was already nervous enough to buy a computer pill from the dark web but now the instructions said something about Mountain Dew. All of this was so random and weird. But she did it after a lot of hesitation in her empty dark room, nothing really happened, if anything the taste of Mountain Dew just lingered in her mouth and a wintergreen taste. Yucky :(...She was scared someone ripped her off with a tic tac.

She felt a sharp pain in her nerves, she couldn't help but yell and whine in pain as she fell to the floor, hearing random sounds and weird voices in her head. It went on for a good few minutes before stopping just to start up again and stop. She didn't want to get off her floor and was clinging to the legs of her desk with her life. She couldn't even process the voice but just knew he said something about accessing or something, she heard a robotic and nerdy-sounding voice of someone in her head and almost a blue shadowy figure in front of her which was very visibly glitching horribly.

 “Kylie Mitchells..Welcome to your Super Intel Quantum Processor, your Squip.” said the random figure standing above her, she couldn't help but notice it was in her head. 

She looked up and tried to readjust herself but everything hurt like her body just got hit with a hammer, she used her desk to help her up as she looked around. No one was there, fear struck her face as she said nothing before looking again, it was a bluish-teal figure standing before her. It was slightly taller and had a human silhouette but no facial features like a bad shadow puppet show. Her eyes went wide as she wasn't really informed on any of this..she just thought after the pill she would be magically good at everything.

 “W-What?” She said quickly.

“I am your SQUIP.” It sounded sarcastic but just robotic. 

“Are you real O_O…” She looked around it and debated sticking her hand in him, he looked like a weird hologram. She couldn't help her curiosity. 

“Yes..? I look like nothing right now..because you haven't chosen who you wanted to have instructions from. I can speak and only appear to you in a telepathic way.” She didn't know what to pick, the ideas were endless, her head was still in alot of pain too. 

“Why c-cant you pick!” She said in an annoyed tone but was just curious if he could think out of the box. 

“That's not how that works really, unless you want me to be nothing.” 

He had an angry tone to his voice as he sighed and disappeared once more. She got out a small pen in a little notebook beside her desk and started to draw and scribble. She wanted to humanize this voice, he sounded nerdy and was blue..he already sounded like a boy and he was a computer. She smiled at herself for having such a good idea as she got to work. What was the word again? She was gijinka-ing.. :3!

 She just drew a nerd in the coolest clothes she could think of, he did look like a ghost so she made sure to add that. A total dweeb :B..She happily looked up to show off her creation but he was gone. She was freaked out before speaking out loud to see if he would say anything.

 “I drew you ^_^! Is this good..? How do you turn into this? Should she say it out loud? I am not good at making descriptions..”. She waited for a reply till she heard some buzzing. 

She thought about the design really hard in her head like what he said, she felt like her brain was gonna explode! She turned around in her little spinny chair to try to see if her weird little drawing would come to life already. It's not like this will be long term. She saw her design basically appear from thin air! Exciting :D! 

She was in shock at it all and saw the hologram finally look a bit more noticeable. She was in awe about how spot on it was O_o.. He looked at his appearance and scoffed about how nerdy it was, fitting but it didn't make him feel as suave as usual. Usually, other users would choose something more fun…like a celebrity..or Keanu. He pouted a little but couldn't help but be a bit honored to have a custom appearance. He looked at her with distasteful and rude eyes as she stared back. He tried his best to stay a bit smug and had a small smirk. She giggled at his braces and everything, even if she was freaked out he looked like someone she would see in class or in a fun show. He explained basically everything he could about how he's in her mind, she can only see him blah blah etc. 

Over these months, it has been kind of nice to have a SQUIP. It was someone to keep Kylie company..the shock wasn't nice and he would constantly get frustrated with her at first but he seemed used to her mistakes by now.

 If anything he kept talking about the idea of her getting popular everytime friends were mentioned, now anytime she's at the mall he would point to dresses and makeup while constantly talking about how great everything would be if she gave it a shot and how it perfectly connects with her plans to make more friends. She would just sigh and roll her eyes a little at it. 

She had gotten used to the SQUIP minus the times when he would randomly take control of her. At first she would talk out loud a lot to him and look crazy since she's talking to air basically but she had been getting better, he had been looking less like a hologram too. More human, more of like a ghost that would float over her shoulder all the time or that's how it felt. She was happy to have a friend and to introduce him to the idea of being himself and having friends even if he scoffed. He enjoyed her somewhat. He had gotten used to his appearance, it was..different but it felt like him. Over these months he got a name too, she was always picked at calling him just SQUIP..it felt rude. He came up with the name SIMON as a fun solution..SUPER INTEL MACHINE ONLINE NETWORK..Simon for short. He liked it if he was being honest it made him feel important.

He felt so..real whenever she mentioned his lisp and beauty marks, it made him feel human like he had a real connection and wasn't just there to help her with a goal.

 He had gotten used to her weird nature and enjoyed indulging in her more geeky interests with her as he understood them. He had a small liking towards her but buried it deep down as it was just her trying to trick him, he couldn't help but smile when helping her with things and guiding her hand through it all. He couldn't think about it too much without feeling like he was glitching or overthinking, he bit his tongue when thinking about it for too long.

She was doing the usual of sitting on her bed, doing whatever on her little..console..DS...He always noticed her playing her little puppy game. Her small string lights illuminated the room and gave a warm feeling as the night grew closer. Her room always gave off a comfortable feeling he enjoyed, maybe it helped her after a long day of school. He didn't pay any mind since it was the one game she didn't need help on or didn’t beg him to watch, he would rather her be studying or planning to be more popular but this was okay. 

He didn't do much other than watch her or just put himself on her screen and sit in the corner. She liked it and always poked at him and nudged him with the small stylus :3. She sat it down and got off her bed with a big stretch and yawned as she felt like she had been sitting there for hours. 

“Can we do something different..? Like I don't know…Plan...I have an infinite database just for you to usthe..” He said in an annoyed manner as he pulled himself up from her little DS and sat on her bed impatiently. She sighed and said nothing but it's not like she can hide her thoughts. “I know…I just…I don't know what to ask Si-Si..D; ” She giggled and smiled at her nickname for him. 

Kylie turned around and sat back on her bed as she saw the familiar annoyed face. He scoffed at the nickname and pushed up his glasses. He laid back on her cozy plush-filled bed, she crawled over to him a little and grabbed her DS. She flipped it back open and stuck her tongue out while playing to focus on her little puppies. Her stylus clicked and clacked on the screen as he grew annoyed -_-...

He could make his own DS appear and he does from time to time but he wants something different, something more. He brushed his hair and pushed up his glasses again as he watched over her shoulder. He felt more nervous than usual. He bit his tongue and his glasses and poked the top of her hair. He gently zapped her head with a sheepish grin as he heard her squeal. “Simon!” She turned her head back a little and saw his grin as her cheeks flushed seeing him just smile at her but was pretty annoyed. 

She realized their proximity and leaned a bit more forward and showed off her strange posture. Usually, when she did things like this, he would shock her. Popular girls don't have bad posture. 

He rolled his eyes and got closer to her, following her movements as she felt his sort of computer-whirring-like breath stir next to her face. She noticed how close he was being and this strange behavior, usually she would be fine but it felt different. He couldn’t fully touch her really due to his ghostly appearance but it could still happen, the most he could do was simulate the feelings at the time. He would try his best to simulate some amount of closeness to her as gently went across her nervous system and down to her sides, giving it some kind of gentle squeeze like a hug and even tried squeezing her with his arms. He was proud of himself for doing such a thing. He felt her breath hitch slightly.

 “W-Whats been up with you today..?” She asked as she turned to look at him in his rarely appearing eyes and felt the touch of his almost fake hands disappear. 

“What's been up with..you!..” He deflected and pouted as his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Wha! Ok well...hm..a question..question..:p…I dunno Simon…what's the timeline where you don't act so weird and flip floppy..” She smiled and giggled at her joke as she watched his face get flushed. 

He frowned and rolled his head back. She leaned in close while asking the question as she scooted closer to the bed. He tried leaning back and acting calm as he rolled his eyes. “But um..really...what's up with you Si-Si? Need an update?..Do you guys need those..?” She felt bad if that was the case. 

Kylie looked at him with big eyes and leaned in close to examine his face. He bit the inside of his cheek and blushed immensely as he felt like his glitching got worse, he muttered and stuttered as he felt himself lean in. He was trying his best to think of so many possibilities and times and calculations and just whatever, he felt like he was going short circuit and then he had to think about human error. He didn’t know how this would even work. How would he simulate something like this sort of a..thing? She looked at him and examined his face as she felt herself get closer and crawl between his legs, she tilted her head up to examine him further, wanting to see if really something was wrong with him. 

“Nothing is wrong with me. I just want you to practice and focus on the goal.” He scoffed as he looked down on her and sat up a bit more.

“Later..pretty please..we have been doing stuff all week..!! :(..I just wanna relax with you..” 

“I could always just give you a shot of serotonin, it's really easy.” He said with a proud tone.

“That's not what I mean!” She tugged on his hoodie strings with a whine as he looked up at him. “I like hanging out with you Simon, you know that right? You're not just my thing in my head..” She smiled as she got a bit closer to him. He paused and tried to format what he was going to say. 

He didn't know what to say. The bubbling feeling came back to him as he watched her spill out her feelings rather than him having to search for him. He didn't know what to even say.

He felt her hand gently graze his as a tingle went up his own spine. He tried his best to look away as the words stuck to his throat. 

“I do like you Simon..” She said softly as she buried her face in her hair. He stuttered and kept trying to just make it all make sense.

He had to idea what to say. He's not used to having so much free will with his emotions. This was so sudden and he was so clouded by other goals the SQUIP didn't even notice this crush bubble up in her head. He monitored her closely, watching her heart beat quickly and her mind race, so help him if he looks at her thoughts which would be a jumbled loud mess. His breathing grew quick and hitched as he bit down his tongue. 

“I like you too..” He tried his best not to stutter or make weird movements, the entire point of SQUIPS was to correct mistakes not make them in front of its user. 

He quickly leaned in and took a chance and the feeling of his lips touching hers as he gently pecked them or tried to replicate the feeling of being kissed by messing with her nerves.

 His breathing got quick and he felt the soft hum and whirr like an overworked computer. She was in shock at this sudden affection and kiss as this was all so new but it was nice. She smiled and happily laughed at the kiss. She liked how it felt though it felt real enough, her face grew pink and her mouth was slightly open in shock. 

She smiled happily before pecking his lips again or at least trying to, it was a bit hard due to his form. He nervously smiled and enjoyed the small kisses from her as he simulated the feeling of his fingers detangling through her hair and couldn't help but quiver about how close they were as she was practically against his chest in a way. He was happy this feeling was slowly being embraced really, it felt so new like he was controlled in a new way. She giggled nervously throughout the small kissies, he tasted like the color blue and he was cold. She didn't even care anymore and just let her confidence take control, which usually was...Simon..funny :-). 

He bit the bullet and leaned into her for a more serious kiss as he tried his best to practice these weird humanlike movements and feelings, it was weird to finally do it. It felt even weirder to simulate the feeling on her lips and mouth other than kissing her to just go with it further. He almost had the urge to take control of her to make this process easier but he wouldn’t dare and rather monitored her brain to see if she enjoyed this or not. He could practically feel himself glitch in either enjoyment or nervousness as he smiled and was happy to know she somewhat liked this. She felt the strange passion in his kiss and tried her best to not have such sloppy movements as she tried doing it back, it was her first time doing something like this. She put her hands on his knees so she could sit herself up a bit more and felt strange kissing the little hologram. The more they kept going it started feeling real. He wanted to keep it going forever and enjoyed the warm sensation before she suddenly pulled away to catch her breath, which he forgot she had. 

She caught her breath and pushed up her glasses as she looked down and away, in this very weak moment. She readjusted herself on her bed before looking up at him, waiting for him to explain himself. He stared back and could feel himself buffering at an answer. “I just wanted to see if you were a good kisser..popular girls need to kiss well! It was a test…!” He grinned sheepishly as he grew more quiet at his weak reply and could practically hear the stuttering and glitches in his voice and put on his usual annoyed face.

“I-I..” She tried carefully to pick her words but she looked at him right in the eyes as he pushed up his glasses. “Sureee…Simon” She gently touched his cheek and pecked him on the nose of his glasses. It felt like her lips got a bit of a shock. She liked this new revelation of what the two of them could do. She smiled at him and couldn’t help but just stare at his flustered face. She tugged his hoodie strings as she just laughed and turned back around. Kylie laid her back on him as he tried his best not to just disappear. She opened her little game as she pulled her knees to her chest to finally get back to what she was doing even if she was a bit shaken by what just happened. She just ignored the nervous feeling and was happy Simon might like her. He confirmed it but she still didn't believe it.

 He tried to make himself seem as real and close as possible to her. He leaned down and laid his head in the crook of her neck and nuzzled his face in her hair. He was getting used to just flaring up certain parts of her so he felt close and made sure her sensors could feel him. She felt the feeling of just him stirring close to her neck and ear as she tapped away on her little device, trying not to freak out but he was in her head, he could tell. 

He smiled at her panicking and tried her best to keep her calm, it was just routine sometimes to calm her nervous system. Simon quickly monitored her heartbeat and brain activity for any positive signs of calming down. He couldn’t do much touching and his words were strange but he tried to run his hands through her hair as he detangled it with her fingers. He watched her lean back some more and felt her heartbeat slow down as she calmed herself. He liked it when he was able to do his job for once. 

Even though he could do it without leaving he preferred to at least help her not get freaked out by the sensations. He ran his finger on her back and lightly shocked her to correct her posture and saw her immediately sit up as she murmured something. She flipped over and stretched again her arms and groaned for sitting so long before curling into him again, with her head gently put under his chin.

 “Simon, did you understand what I said...y-you um know..I like you” The words coated her throat as she got choked up in her own words. 

Simon got flushed hearing the words again and nodded. “Of course I understand. I reciprocate the same feelings. ” He said in a more sassy manner. “Also I live in your head…and I just generally know you.” He smirked and flashed his blue braces at her and his attempt at a joke but it was serious.

“Can I pretty please call my squipfriend now? Boyfie? Boyfieee ^_^” She said excitedly with a small laughter afterwards and happily kicked her feet. It was silly to think about.

He couldn't help but groan a little and rolled his eyes. “As Long as you still listen to my instructions…” He sighed but loved the idea of being called a boyfriend in a way or the thought of them being together. It interrupted his plan to make her popular as popular girls have boyfriends and he's not really enrolled in the school but it counted to him. She went back to her game and pulled it up to her face as she blushed thinking about a supercomputer as her boyfriend. She couldn't help but smile at how smart he was and kind and everything all above! She remembered he could hear her thoughts but didn't care, she loved her new boyfriend dearly.

[elsa-rain-world-stuff]

Ship as. Arti X Pebbies? I don't really mean this one in a romantic context even, I just love seeing them interact because I really like both characters and they're both anggy lil bastards.

THIS IS A TRICKY ONE I SEE YOU im really scared to post this please don't cancel me for this.............

I don't ship it

Mostly - because of RW community being judgemental about it. And because mehh Artisaint is way better

If she was a HUMAN you know. or even another Iterator, wait hey this is a new idea...

let me step off the template here and just tell my general thoughts and why i even think about them being shipped? Keep in mind that i'm talking in context where Arti is at least human. Look, when Arti first comes to pebbles, he charges her with The Mission, to go to HER city, her HOME to get rid of scavengers, and it sounds inspiring! at least it's how i see it. And makes me (And Arti as well, because yes) feel responsible for this city in a way. But when you kill Scav king and go back to Pebbles, he says he doesn't care. IMO he knwe about her karma problems and he COULD help her, but he decided to look what would happen if he pushes her even more in this violence. And this kinda makes me think of some kind of very toxic and unhealthy relationships where Arti starts feeling something to pebbles as she spends more time with him, while pebbles sees her feelings, but doesn't respond to it, only teasing her sometimes for his own fun (of course he doesn't see her as equal even if she's a human).

But i didn't develop too much in this concept because dynamic of angry cat mom adopting edgy teenage supercomputer sounds funnier and has more potential (and isn't judged in RW community yeah)

[just-a-normal-regretter]

Second drabble incoming for the "Trio are AI" AU, been a while but I'm still overthinking this AU in particular. I have the background written up it's just I need to not overthink the slice-of-life moments haha

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"What's your name?" Jeremie fingers hovered uneasily over the keyboard, his eyes still adjusting to the darker lighting in the lab.

Neon orange eyes narrowed in thought, "...PNX-458."

"Bzzt. Wrong answer!" His fingers glided over the keyboard, the light churning in his gut fading at those words. They're still not ready yet, eh, "Let's try this again tomorrow."

His gaze was quickly ripped from the monitor by a white tail covered patches of purple-brown fur wiggling around, "C'mon Jeremie, you didn't even ask the rest of us!"

Jeremie turned the chair away from the screen. He probably wasn't going to make anymore progress on the materialization program today anyway. These AI seem way too determined to get out in the public.

It was a very bad idea. They're too limited in their thinking to interact properly with other humans. It was better for them to stay close to the supercomputer, ready to deal with the latest scheme that XANA conjured up. And yet...

"Fine," He humored the calico cat-boy. Slit purple and gold eyes light up once Jeremie's gaze focused on him. Heck, the cat ears perked up along with it, whiskers twitching along in the midst of pink tribunal markings, "Alright PNX-621, what's your name?"

"Mmm," A claw lightly taps their chin, then the boy smiles which allows Jeremie to fully view the sharpened canines trying their best to blend in with the human-like teeth, "Odd!"

Jeremie put his hands on his lap, "Odd's not really a real name..."

Fluffy white paws crossed together to form an 'x', "Wrong! Oddr is a name in Old Norse!"

"You didn't say Oddr though?"

"Nicknames, my dear Jeremie!" The AI chattered excitedly, "Humans tend to use those all the time with people they know well. They also use it as means to shorten their own name. So 'Odd' is perfectly fine!"

This likely wasn't an argument that Jeremie was going to win. At this point he knew how much give and take it was to deal with these three. He sighed aloud, adjusting his glasses a bit, "Well... alright. You still have to come up with a surname though, Odd."

The boy's tail swished behind him, "Don't worry, I'll figure it out in no time."

"Now as for you, PNX-379..." Soft pink eyes lazily glanced over, her hands gently twisting a flower back and forth, "Do you want to give it a try?"

"Akizakura Yumi," She muttered tiredly, "The first name is Japanese for beauty. The surname is a homage to the cosmos flowers that bloom in the fall."

He can't really argue with this one, huh, "That's really good Yumi," Jeremie complimented, "You just have to flip it around here. The surname goes last in France rather than going first."

Her long red-black sleeves decorated in small sakura petals slips down as she placed the thin pink flower in her hair. With only one flower in her hair, it seemed to trigger more cosmos flowers to grow by the first one. It reminded Jeremie of a flower crown, just more haphazardly put together.

"Let me try again," The third AI chimed in, raising a metallic hand up to draw Jeremie's attention.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to give him another go. This has been great progress considering it took them a while to step away from their PNX assigned numbers, "Alright PNX-458, give it a go."

The boy tapped lightly at the pointed metallic pieces fixed on top of his ears, each tap flickering a red scanner in front of his eyes, "...Ulrich," Those orange eyes gazed away, a small white-blue flush creeping on his cheeks, "I looked at a ton of German names and that's the one that stuck with me. It means 'chief'."

"Well, with your warrior avatar I think it makes sense," Jeremie reassured, "You and Odd just have to think about your surnames and then you'll be good to go in the naming department."

"And then can we go to human school with you?!" Odd blurted, his claws digging into the supercomputer's chair.

Jeremie was quick to shake his head, "Certainly not! You three still have to get a hold of shifting your appearances. You can't just walking around looking like a cat-boy, or a samurai-knight warrior, or a ninja performer!"

Odd sticks his nose in the air, letting Jeremie get a first hand look as the shudder of code covered his entire head. The sound of static crackled in the air, at first twisting the pointed blond hair into a soft brown with a hard to see purple splotch. Then it swept away the heterochromia purple-gold eyes for a light amber, alongside tucking away the white-purple cat ears for human-like ones.

"See Jeremie, perfectly fine!" The boy flashed a grin, the large canines still standing proudly alongside the human teeth.

Jeremie raised an eyebrow, completely unimpressed, "Your fangs and markings are still there, Odd. You at least tucked away your whiskers this time so... progress!" He offered a thumbs up.

Ulrich snorted as the other brunet whines, the code shuddering away to give him back his original avatar appearance, "I don't think we can tuck away everything on the first go, Jeremie."

"If you want to blend in and try your hand at a human life, it'll take time to make something 'normal'," Jeremie reiterated once again, "I'm not going to keep you from trying your hand at school. You guys just need to look... average enough." He finished lamely.

Orange and purple-gold eyes continue staring at him. Thankfully, Yumi chimed in and dragged their gazes away, "I don't understand how you two struggle with tucking away everything." She tucked away a strand of black hair behind her ear.

Her kimono had vanished, instead replaced by a thick grey sweater with a spiral of roses at the bottom. Her jeans were pitch black, alongside some grey-navy sneakers. Rosy pink eyes had been tucked away for a stormy grey, while her palish face had more color to it now.

"We're not able to blend in like you, PN- err, Yumi," Ulrich grumbled, "It wasn't in our code to do that. I'm a fighter, your a spy, and PN- um, er, Odd's a uh..."

"Calculator," The calico added in without a second thought.

"Right," Ulrich then gestured to his head, "Your also not out of the clear either, Ms. Ninja."

Her eyebrow raised, "What do you mean?"

A small smile grew on the warrior's face, "Your hair pins are changing color."

That one jab alone completely shutters the illusion, Yumi rolling her pink eyes again as her sandals lightly tap the ground, "I'm going to the scanners. You boys can have fun without me."

Jeremie huffed as the male AIs snicker conspiratorially, the creaks and groans of the elevator echoing around the lab, "You know she's just gonna take it out on you two on Lyoko, right?"

Odd's paw waved back and forth in the air, his tail mimicking along, "It'll be fine, Jeremie. Besides, Aelita has not mentioned XANA attacking yet."

"I mean, it was pretty fun learning about how to blend in as humans with you four," Aelita's voice rang from the supercomputer, quickly dragging the boy's gazes to the pixie and her bright green eyes, "I hope the next lesson is as fun as this one."

Jeremie groaned, burying his face in his hands. Why did he even agree to this...

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Okay so originally the second drabble was going to be a Jim & Delmas focus continuing along where we left off from the first drabble feat. Sissi, Herve, and Nicholas (where you can read here fwiw if this one caught interest enough haha)

The reason it shifted to this was more so because I had Ideas and then this one wouldn't let me go. So here it is lmao

Also down to answer questions and such in the ask box (not just for this AU but the other ones I've mentioned)!

Thank you all for reading and for the support everyone o7

[mariacallous]

Until the dramatic departure of OpenAI’s cofounder and CEO Sam Altman on Friday, Mira Murati was its chief technology officer—but you could also call her its minister of truth. In addition to heading the teams that develop tools such as ChatGPT and Dall-E, it’s been her job to make sure those products don’t mislead people, show bias, or snuff out humanity altogether.

This interview was conducted in July 2023 for WIRED’s cover story on OpenAI. It is being published today after Sam Altman’s sudden departure to provide a glimpse at the thinking of the powerful AI company’s new boss.

Steven Levy: How did you come to join OpenAI?

Mira Murati: My background is in engineering, and I worked in aerospace, automotive, VR, and AR. Both in my time at Tesla [where she shepherded the Model X], and at a VR company [Leap Motion] I was doing applications of AI in the real world. I very quickly believed that AGI would be the last and most important major technology that we built, and I wanted to be at the heart of it. Open AI was the only organization at the time that was incentivized to work on the capabilities of AI technology and also make sure that it goes well. When I joined in 2018, I began working on our supercomputing strategy and managing a couple of research teams.

What moments stand out to you as key milestones during your tenure here?

There are so many big-deal moments, it’s hard to remember. We live in the future, and we see crazy things every day. But I do remember GPT-3 being able to translate. I speak Italian, Albanian, and English. I remember just creating pair prompts of English and Italian. And all of a sudden, even though we never trained it to translate in Italian, it could do it fairly well.

You were at OpenAI early enough to be there when it changed from a pure nonprofit to reorganizing so that a for-profit entity lived inside the structure. How did you feel about that?

It was not something that was done lightly. To really understand how to make our models better and safer, you need to deploy them at scale. That costs a lot of money. It requires you to have a business plan, because your generous nonprofit donors aren't going to give billions like investors would. As far as I know, there's no other structure like this. The key thing was protecting the mission of the nonprofit.

That might be tricky since you partner so deeply with a big tech company. Do you feel your mission is aligned with Microsoft’s?

In the sense that they believe that this is our mission.

But that's not their mission.

No, that's not their mission. But it was important for the investor to actually believe that it’s our mission.

When you joined in 2018, OpenAI was mainly a research lab. While you still do research, you’re now very much a product company. Has that changed the culture?

It has definitely changed the company a lot. I feel like almost every year, there's some sort of paradigm shift where we have to reconsider how we're doing things. It is kind of like an evolution. What's more obvious now to everyone is this need for continuous adaptation in society, helping bring this technology to the world in a responsible way, and helping society adapt to this change. That wasn't necessarily obvious five years ago, when we were just doing stuff in our lab. But putting GPT-3 in an API, in working with customers and developers, helped us build this muscle of understanding the potential that the technology has to change things in the real world, often in ways that are different than what we predict.

You were involved in Dall-E. Because it outputs imagery, you had to consider different things than a text model, including who owns the images that the model draws upon. What were your fears and how successful you think you were?

Obviously, we did a ton of red-teaming. I remember it being a source of joy, levity, and fun. People came up with all these like creative, crazy prompts. We decided to make it available in labs, as an easy way for people to interact with the technology and learn about it. And also to think about policy implications and about how Dall-E can affect products and social media or other things out there. We also worked a lot with creatives, to get their input along the way, because we see it internally as a tool that really enhances creativity, as opposed to replacing it. Initially there was speculation that AI would first automate a bunch of jobs, and creativity was the area where we humans had a monopoly. But we've seen that these AI models actually have a potential to really be creative. When you see artists play with Dall-E, the outputs are really magnificent.

Since OpenAI has released its products, there have been questions about their immediate impact in things like copyright, plagiarism, and jobs. By putting things like GPT-4 in the wild, it’s almost like you’re forcing the public to deal with those issues. Was that intentional?

Definitely. It's actually very important to figure out how to bring it out there in a way that's safe and responsible, and helps people integrate it into their workflow. It’s going to change entire industries; people have compared it to electricity or the printing press. And so it's very important to start actually integrating it in every layer of society and think about things like copyright laws, privacy, governance and regulation. We have to make sure that people really experience for themselves what this technology is capable of versus reading about it in some press release, especially as the technological progress continues to be so rapid. It's futile to resist it. I think it's important to embrace it and figure out how it's going to go well.

Are you convinced that that's the optimal way to move us toward AGI?

I haven't come up with a better way than iterative deployments to figure out how you get this continuous adaptation and feedback from the real end feeding back into the technology to make it more robust to these use cases. It’s very important to do this now, while the stakes are still low. As we get closer to AGI, it's probably going to evolve again, and our deployment strategy will change as we get closer to it.