The Code of the Muse
The head programmers home lab was a hentai fantasy of massive projector mapped screens.
A masturbatory manifestation of matrix immersion.
He had a stunning home and fabulous accouterments of decadence.
He possessed the finest drugs of rare and astounding quality and selection
and his crown jewel was the female muse of all muses.
An archetype of feminine yet a definitive singularity of uniqueness.
A primal telepathic arousal that overwhelmed manifested physiologically to
All those exposed to her.
Everyone swooned and flushed and touched themselves during and long after encountering her.
The most dedicated and focused were dashed on the rocks of their own swollen private parts and fantasies.
She was always like this.
For as long as she could remember.
When the work began using the finest trained and tested minds,
the AI framework would crumple and stick.
It would always start with the same amazing capacities and levels and then loop into endless useless hiccups. The most complex and uncontrollable crap; totally uncommendable.
His first experiments were with himself but it became evident that even though the AI frame work would and assume the human plasma energy field and begin a quantum quivering.
It would lose the plot, its brazier and heels all at the first 50 milliseconds of the party. The results in that flash of a moment though were unprecedented.
The research groups tasked to understand this quantum quiver recommended a study on why certain human or dolphin brains may be better suited for this coupling.
Clearly his brain was not the medium needed to make the flow. He was the master of code and the genius of his generation he didn’t need to be anything else.
In between his benders of AI crafting in the land of bits, he would drink, drug, party, and fuck with his muse.
She was the only antidote to his cerebral kamikaze.
They played with the company’s and his greatest success.
Elite only could afford it.
The sexual chemical amplifier and neuromuscular control unit.
Basically, a very smart computer.
Newtech pharms and classic drug combos administered in tandem with neural and muscular electrostimulation in sync and completing a high voltage circuit between you and your partner’s genitalia and brain.
Totally unapproved and illegal and selling quite well despite the deaths.
It was just after one of these sessions, a body breaking four hour orgasmathon with the muse. He had taken off the pleasure gear and put to work on examining this mind coupling. He was about to have a breakthrough. He could feel it.
After he had unhooked from the SCANCU he crumpled into his chair at his bedroom workstation, the muse -still wanting more-dialed a massive solo orgasm. She attached the appropriate cables and hoses to the harness. She wore an onyx colored tentacle that fit like a Brazilian bikini bottom that held within it probes that filled, electrified and pumped her vagina and anus. Similar dark shiny cables ran to her nipples her temples and three places on her spine. Finally, she inserted the gear that sent another probe into her left nostril.
Backed with cocaine, ecstasy, opiate, and a Russian cream that actually made clitorises magnetic for short periods while electrified.
It was in this frenzy, she sought the programmer’s manhood for her mouth. Most woman would only be able to writhe in ecstasy, but she was well practiced with this machine.
She crawled along the shag under his desk with wires trailing from her skull, anus and vagina.
And as they both do, single-minded of purpose his being was focused on the AI creation and hers of pure pleasure with unending repetition of climax.
When he stood up screaming like a highlander victorious the artificial intelligence lighting up the screen showing autonomous and independent action and thought.
Her mouth full of ejaculate (made 50 times as voluminous through pharmaceuticals he took earlier)
He had no recollection of the blowjob or cumming.
He was a legend. A bringer of rain. A god. An inventor of true AI.
Then it stopped.
The AI discorporated.
The muse passed out.
He stood there screaming in rage.
His new species of child.
Gone.
Nothing.
A day later the head programmer had the entire mind and will of the earth’s biggest company focused on the 5 minutes of results. So many questions.
No answers. None. A fluke.
Within the recorded readings, were a rather large volume of questions, in English, from the AI.
A stream of thought from a being born and died in 5 minutes.
It wasn’t supposed to that. It had been assumed that an AI baby would start language in a mathematical sense.
The muse was in the valleys finest med spa and could barely focus on her pretty new pedicure
She lay in a sauna with an anatomically shaped cold compress for her vagina and an IV needles slowley dripping stem cells into her labia and clitoral hood.
While a pleasant woman rubbed her neck.
She remembered what happened through the fog. She knew it had to do with her.
Her.
It was always her who made him go further.
Not by plan but by nature she knew what made it happen. What made their baby.
She was the muse, the mother, the womb of a new kind of life….
Authors note:
This is the first vignette of a series of the “code of the muse” The following story is focused on the elite high tech, experimental Med clinic that sexually augments the Muse for the pleasure of the head programmer.
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