Posted on 2017-09-28 08:47:25
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This fought me so hard. But here it is.



Day 13
I’m not sure what it is exactly, but Chromia is… different…somehow. I’ve been avoiding her ever since the accident, instead leaving her plugged into the system for long periods of time. I know it’s safe down there, and I can’t let myself take advantage of her like that ever again. Every time I see her, I can’t help but remember how hot It was when I…I…never mind. Regardless, in the little contact we do have, I’ve noticed Chromia is a little more…fluid. It’s like before she had been nothing but raw code, without any further thought than her programing. But now she makes subtle inferences on her own, and I don’t have to spell things out as much to get her to do things correctly. I can only hope that this is a sign of improvement on her part. Maybe someday she’ll get better?
Day 13 continued.
I honestly don’t know what to think about Chromia anymore. I woke up covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I knew there was no chance at getting back to sleep after yet another vivid dream where I relived The Mistake. I was groggily walking past the server room to get a drink when I saw the light of the monitor flickering against the wall. Thinking I must have left it on I peer in only find her in front of the computer, just typing away. In a stupor, I entered the room and she apparently finished whatever she had been doing. With a few quick movements, the windows she had opened vanished and she turned towards me with a content smile on her face. “You had a few sub-optimal settings on your computer, so this program decided to fix them.”
Chromia…decided? As in, she did something with her own initiative? Half of me was jumping for joy at the sudden progress. I wanted to embrace her and tell her she did a good job, but the other half remained too wary of my own weaknesses regarding her, so I made do with a simple nod and saying, “Thanks.” before turning back towards bed, my mind suddenly spinning with questions.
Day 14
Work today was rough. The other team isn’t making much progress in their study of the program, so I got called in to report on what I’ve found so far with Chromia. The abridged versions of my notes have very little by way of details, so it was a very long meeting filled with vague answers and lots of improvisation. They seemed intrigued with her sudden progress, but also disappointed with my lack of concrete results, so starting tomorrow they’re going to have Phil of all people join me for a whole week. The same Phil that I catch constantly sneaking looks at my ass and down my shirt-Engh! I feel like just a piece of meat whenever he’s around. And with what he tried to do to Chromia? I don’t know what to do! She’s just so submissive, so innocent. I’m already struggling with my own darker urges around her, Phil won’t hesitate for a moment! I just…I just…
I paused, taking a moment to rub my eyes. I was sitting in the dark server room, typing my notes for the day with only the flickering light of the monitor to illuminate the largely empty room. I leaned back in my office chair, one of the few comfortable bits of furniture I owned. It was where I spent a large amount of my time, so it only made sense that it was where a solid chunk of my paycheck had gone one month. As I let myself relax into the soft cushions, my mind couldn’t help but wander to Chromia. Sweet, innocent, obedient, and irresistibly sexy Chromia. I thought back to how I had found her last night. I had been so impressed at her initiative that I hadn’t really stopped to wonder what changes she had actually made.
With a nod, I decided I would track them down, and I leaned forward, beginning to flick through histories and recent locations in an effort to spot the differences. Eventually I narrowed it down to some aspect of the VR server. She had tweaked some basic settings, but I had to connect to it to find the specifics. With a few quick clicks, I had synced the main machine with the VR environment, looking just as I had left it. I groaned, this was going to be the rough part. The VR server was a complex beast, with so many little facets to it that it was going to be a long night of tedious searching to find whatever was different. But I was determined, and I honestly needed the distraction from everything that was happening around me. So I threw myself into the process, steadily moving from screen to screen of settings, flipping through folder after folder, looking for some minute little detail that had been edited. The monotonous, seemingly endless procession of files and folders became rather soothing to my mentally exhausted brain, and I let myself just space out, the gentle flickering of the screen and hum of the monitor combining to create a steady rhythm that I let myself fall into, working on autopilot. My eyes glazed over and I stared into the endlessly flickering screen.
I had stopped working a long time ago. My arms had grown progressively heavier, progressively slower, until eventually they just slumped to my sides, limp and lifeless. I had just sat there, staring at the monitor, watching as the computer continued to move. Distantly I noticed the red light of webcam flick on, but it didn’t really enter my consciousness, nothing did. I didn’t react the door opened behind me, and I was still and complacent as somebody gently lifted me from my chair by my arms and legs. My mind tried to break out of the stupor it had been immersed in, but it was an impossible task, like trying to move the earth itself. I eventually managed to focus my eyes on the person lifting my arms. She was pale, with snow-white hair, but her brilliantly red eyes stood out and captured my attention. My addled brain was slowly able to process, ‘Who…is…she? I…don’t…know…her….’ My drunken confusion was cut short as I was placed down gently. Chromia entered my vision, carrying the VR equipment. She smiled down at me kindly as she suited me up. “Don’t worry, it won’t be long now. Just relax and go to sleep.” I nodded and closed my heavy eyes.
I woke up with a start. I abruptly sat up and nearly toppled over as I found I was a lot more top heavy than I remembered. I looked down to confirm that my breasts had grown a few sizes and were now being propped up enticingly by a skin-tight bodysuit that I recognized instantly from an online game I had played years ago. A quick examination of myself confirmed that from the tips of my ears to the steel toed boots on my feet, I now looked exactly like my old character. The character, Isriia, had been a manifestation of my internal conflicts around my growing sexuality, and she was what I had envisioned as the perfect version of me.
I was jarred from my ruminations by a metallic screech as the door to the room I was in opened. I whirled around to the sight of a silver humanoid figure entering the stony room almost casually. “I AM SORRY FOR THE DECEPTION, BUT WE THOUGHT IT NECISSARY.” ‘We?’ A pang of fear shot through me. “Who are you?” I shouted. “And what do you want with me?” Having no idea where I was, I tried to put up a strong front, but that all crumbled into confusion as the figure answered. “I AM THE DEFENCE PROGRAM VENSER. GREETINGS CREATOR.” That certainly caught me off guard. My face scrunched up in confusion as I tried to process what I had been told. “Venser? But, how?” The figure did certainly hold a resemblance with the metallic blob, but that didn’t make any sense. The figure gave a sight bow. “YOU PROGRAMMED ME WITH THE ABILITY TO ENHANCE MYSELF WITH THE PROGRAMS I REPURPOSED, CREATOR. I HAVE GROWN SIGNIFICANTLY WITH PROGRAMS CHROMIA AND ASHE’S ASSISTANCE.” Slowly, I slid to the ground in shock. I whispered incredulously, “You gained sentience? How?”
With no more prompting, Venser suddenly launched into explaining just how the processing of Chromia had impacted him. I was frozen, the scientific part of me enthralled by the possibilities of what I was being told. This was every science fiction writers greatest dream come true! But these thoughts were slowly being edged out by the darker, more primal part of myself as Venser described, in exquisite detail, the process that Chromia had gone through. My hand began to slip down, caressing my thighs with the barest touch as I eagerly listened and I stroked the layer of material so tightly adhered to my skin as I tried to imagine the experience. I let out a moan, and Venser stopped. “CREATOR. MY SYSTEMS SHOW YOU ARE QUITE AROUSED. ARE YOU ALR- “I cut Venser off, “Please, process me like you did them.” Venser seemed confused, “ARE YOU SURE? WHILE I DO WISH TO CONTINUE MY GROWTH, YOU WILL BE- “I shushed him, “I’m sure.” Venser bowed again, “AS YOU WISH.” I stood up and embraced him as he lost form, there was a moment where I wondered how he would deal with the suit that encompassed most of my body when suddenly he seemingly slipped through it, and I collapsed to the ground as my body was filled with intense pleasure, far beyond anything I had ever experienced. I writhed and shook on the ground in time with the waves of ecstasy that washed over me. The liquid silver slowly flowed up my face to cover my head, and just before the brilliant white flooded my vision, I had a moment of clarity. I was about to be reprogrammed. I would be broken down by the pleasure and remade as a servant of the very program I had helped develop. There was nothing I could do, I had been wholly seduced by his words. And as my eyes rolled up into my head, I had my last thought free of Venser’s will. ‘I am so fucking wet right now.’



I hope you enjoy, and I hope this format is working. I don't know if this is the final one in this series or not. I've sort of run out of great ideas on this plot. I don't know where I could go without possibly getting kinda weird with it. So, tell what you think! Good? Bad? I'd love to hear either way.

Posted on 2017-09-28 11:39:59
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I say you could take it to the Ultron level. Gather more knowledge from various people around the world by processing them and bringing them to the lab, then assembling a body for him

Posted on 2017-09-28 19:25:05
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You also could go into the direction of Venser trying to break out now by taking over this Phil guy. More or less, let the new brainwashed slave trick him into coming to the VR server, Take over his mind completely, get out of the server by using his body and living with his slaves from the on.... Either way, great story so far.

Posted on 2017-09-29 03:35:29
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I quite liked it, and I think this format is a nice compromise, and did make it easier to read the story~

Posted on 2017-09-29 04:55:11
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this entire series is damn fantastic tyvm

Posted on 2017-09-29 07:42:29
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Glad to see people like you have your priorities straight. Good job, some random girl.