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.