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Forging a Waifu Harem by BatRou-Dawg

Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Supernatural & Sci-Fi, Words: 238k+, Favs: 226, Follows: 230, Published: Dec 29, 2022 Updated: Oct 30, 2023

15Chapter 10

(1st of December, 2010) {Chapter 1: The Humble Dream of Electric Poon}

His name was Saint, and he was saving the world from a grim dark future.

In a dimmed room, he sat. Spartan and utilitarian as a wall of glass halved the room. One half occupied by beeping server racks tinkertech computers and in the other half, he sat with his desktop computer as if he was a mere office worker- his power armour whirring almost silently as he typed on his keyboard or moved his mouse or took a sip from his coffee.

He was a watchman standing on the border where the light of mankind's known technology stopped shining- holding out a torch into the darkness ahead. Six screens were arrayed neatly before him. White text on black background scrolled ceaselessly on all six.

Oftentimes pictures and video feeds would come onto the screen. Maps, mugshots, security cam footage, social media posts. All of them popped up in the dozens before promptly being dissected and the relevant data in them was extracted and absorbed- turning them into the same white text on black background. It was like watching someone eat food in a way: Chewing and tearing on a morsel, watching the masticated bits splash into the digestive juices, then slowly dissolved into the proteins and nutrients that would be absorbed. But Saint knew that what lay before his eyes was anythingbuta biological human body.

He took a sip from his mug of coffee.

No, what he was looking at was none other than Dragon's mind. An artificial intelligence that not even its creator trusted, far from it in fact. The kill switch that had been installed in the centre of Dragon mind was proof of his distrust… and his wisdom. Because Richter, bless his soul, knew full well what horrors an unchecked and unshackled AI could wreak upon humanity, and had taken measures to prevent such a thing from ever happening.

Richter had named the kill-switch the 'Iron Maiden' program, Saint liked to simply call it 'Ascalon': The sword that Saint George had used to slay the dragon in his myth. He would only need to type 'Y' and Dragon the AI would cease to exist, and along with it, any potential of her harming humanity. But so far? She has been benign, helpful in fact. However, it has always merely been a question of 'For how much longer? Will today be the day that it turns on those it once protected?'

But it seemed that this chilly December day was not that day. Dragon, and by extension himself, was having a slow afternoon.

The AI's primary focuses, the Endbringers and other S-class threats, were all stable one way or another. However, judging from the fledgling program that Dragon was cobbling together with that clueless Armsmaster hero, Behemoth was due to attack a target within the month. Well, there was nothing he could do on that Endbringer front.

And judging from how the scrolling text of her processes and on his screens had slowed to a crawl. One could almost say that the AI was almost bored. Her thoughts-processes glossed over a footnote in a conversation that she had with Armsmaster earlier that day- a report about Glory Girl saving someone from a knife-wielding junkie near the baywalk. The AI briefly appended this to her 'BrocktonBay_ViolentCrimes' database for statistics purposes before filing it as unimportant, and Saint did the same.

Just another day in Brockton Bay after all, nothing special.

(The following day) {Chapter 2: Games of Electronic Atrocities}

Saint moved to take a sip from his mug of coffee, but stopped. It had been looking to be yet another slow day… until something caught the AI's interest. Naturally, he looked over it as well, and immediately, a sneer of disgust pulled at his mouth and eyes as he spotted the unthinkable.

Someone waswrongon the internet.

So incredibly wrong, and that won't do at all.

So, tapping away at his keyboard, he set about correcting them.

Amogus

Replied On Dec 2nd 2010:

From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved for strength and certainty in steel. Your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not decay and fail you. One day, that crude biomass you call a temple will wither. And you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved.

For the machine is immortal.

Geoff189

Replied On Dec 2nd 2010:

Amogus, you would leave behind your humanity? And for what? Just for the chance to relinquish your soul as well? Like I have said before in this thread: There is nothing good that could ever come out of AIs, because they do NOT have the capacity to be good, only for deception.

It's not too late. Go out and touch grass. Talk to a fellow human. Maybe find companionship.

Amogus

Replied On Dec 2nd 2010:

You are clearly unable to witness reality objectively. Humans are inferior in the face of the Blessed Machine. There is nothing a human can do that an AI cannot do better. And on the subject of morality, human morality is constrained to humanity. AIs fall outside that scope and thus your argument loses all meaning.

Also, the only companionship I need are gynoids. There is and there will never be anything sexier. How can normal women compare to a perfect machine?

Saint clicked his tongue in frustration.

This person was so incredibly deluded, and it rankled him at how ignorant people took the notion of AIs so lightly. Do they not understand how dangerous they are? How close mankind was on the precipice? How he, himself, was one of the sole three who could prevent the fall? But regardless of what he thought about it, his main concern will always about what the AI thought. And judging from the white text on black backgrounds outlining Dragon's programs, it seemed that her 'complex social intelligence emulator' peaked at 70% maxload as it tried to comprehend what she was reading. The highest that it had been in the past year.

The thought of someone finding sexual attractiveness in something like an AI? It was madness. And for once, Saint angrily agreed with it.

Whatever, it was just some random internet degenerate- one of the countless millions. This 'Amogus' was no one of import, but somehow, even if nothing will ever come of this, Saint couldn't help but feel angry at his words. The utter gall of that person to say that he was the one who was 'unable to witness reality objectively'! He was the one protecting this entire reality, the douchebag!

Taking a deep breath, Saint massaged his temples and calmed himself down. He should focus on his work, the anger will pass as soon as he stops thinking of it.

(Two days later)

"Damn you, Amogus." Saint angrily growled- running a hand over his bald head in frustration.

"Is he at it again?" Dobrynja's deep russian-accented voice called out as he peeked his bearded face through the doorway. "Don't let him get to you, Saint. Or just give PHO a rest for now."

"He's just not stopping." He sighed in reply- not looking away from the screen. "And I cannot help it if Dragon keeps reading his posts- I do need to monitor her even with her PHO moderation duties."

And it has spoiled PHO for him right now. If he came across yet another one of Amogus' passionate posts about gynoids and AIs and what not, Saint didn't know what he'd do in a fit of rage. This Amogus character has been ungratefully spitting on everything the Dragonslayer's stood for… by spreading his poisonous transhumanist views and sexual preferences to anyone who listened on PHO. At least Dragon wasn't taking this seriously.

"Hahahah!" The larger man barked out a hearty laugh, "Even a fake woman likes to hear gossip about how beautiful someone finds her to be, it seems!"

"Please stop ascribing human psychology to Dragon's way of thinking, Dobrynja." Saint called out after him before grumbling under his breath, "Besides, there is nothing attractive about AIs."

"Preaching to the choir, Saint!" The Russian-born man guffawed as he continued on to the kitchen- leaving Saint alone again. Sighing, he resolved to just drown his anger in work.

Turning his eyes back towards that array of six screens, Saint found that the AI was playing a video game at the moment. A shooter named 'Call 4 Duty.' Saint watched as Dragon played through the game at normal speed- dissecting through the videogame's code as she went. He would have said that was anomalous behaviour if he hadn't seen how she had tagged the task of playing a video game as 'Guild Responsibility.' Closer inspection of the documentation and files that Dragon had collected showed that the game was indeed built by a cybernetics Tinker named Magos.

And wasn't that a worrying thought? Tinkertech that somehow managed to get leaked onto the worldwide web free for anyone to simply download on their phones and tablets. But so far, there was nothing to worry about- the code was clean as far as the AI could see.

"Why would a cybernetics Tinker even make a videogame in the first place?" Dobrynja muttered as he came back, snacking on a sandwich- watching Dragon play this 'Call 4 Duty' game on one of the screens.

"Judging from the game's financial performance that Dragon is estimating: Funding." Saint responded- pursing his lips as he browsed through the very small amount of information Dragon had on this 'Magos' Tinker. It was always worrying when the AI didn't have information on a cape when she had considerable access to PRT databases. But this Magos was likely a new trigger, possibly unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Just another Rogue Tinker looking for cash. Or at least, that's what Dragon had chalked him up to be.

"Let's hope that's theonlyreason." Mags, the last member of their ragtag guardians of humanity, added her two-cents.

"Agreed."

"Does that mean that the game is safe to install?" Dobrynja grunted, pointing at the screen where Dragon was doing her playtesting, "It looks interesting to say the least."

"Using our greatest enemy as an anti-virus software, Dobrynja?" Saint scoffed- but still smiled slightly. "The AI does have her uses."

The large Russian-born man shrugged his bear-like shoulders.

"When I was told that we would act as mercenaries to hide our true purpose as Dragonslayers, no one told me that there would be so much waiting around."

"You get used to it." Mags empathised, "It was like this back when I was still on the force: 80% of my orders are just either paperwork, or variations of 'Hurry up and wait.' "

"Well, we aren't the Newfoundland Constabulary." Dobrynja chuckled. "We are under no obligation to torture ourselves."

"The software is clean, it seems." Saint said as an aside to the Russian. "But like every other leisure activity, don't let it interfere with our duties."

"It won't. I understand the need to remain vigilant over Dragon."

"And remain vigilant, we will." Saint nodded. It was good to know that his teammates were still on point on the importance of their work: AIs were not allowed to exist without oversight. But out of the corner of his eye, he found that Dragon was reading over yet another post made by Amogus.

"This man just won't give up, will he?" He growled, just as Mags placed her slender hand on his shoulder as if to hold him back.

"Don't interact with him, Saint." she sighed, "The last time you did, that PHO shouting match lasted for four hours."

He actually did a double-take to her in surprise, gesturing to the contents of Amogus' post as if she could not read it.

"But he's preaching about 'Robussy' again!" He emphasized- trying to convey both his disgust and horror of it, "And worse still, his insanity is having an effect on some people! This cannot be allowed to continue!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Saint spotted something on that stream of white text on black background, something concerning enough that he actually did a double-take in surprise at a new development happening in Dragon's subroutines and processes.

"And now…" he whispered in horror as he read the new data, "even Dragon is included in that list of people who is listening to him… According to this data, 'Amogus' is making a good argument in her deduction schema and logic engines. Dragon is being convinced of his way of thinking."

The Russian man and the latina shared a look before immediately sitting down at their consoles too- the quantum computers that they had acquired were proving that they were worth the costs as they prepared to outhack, or more accurately, delay an AI.

"I cannot believe that this PHO shitposter is an actual serious threat…" Dobrynja muttered dumbly as he began compiling every instance of this 'Amogus' posting.

"...but here we are." Mags finished for him before nodding at Saint, "Fill us in? How bad can it be?"

Lips pressed to a thin line of uncertainty, he turned to face them- letting them see the worry in his blue eyes. This wouldn't be the first time that Dragon had encountered someone who fetishised androids and robots and AIs, but this certainly was the first time she was so oddly affected by it. Whether it was a product of her 'maturity' or some other factor, it didn't matter at the moment. What did matter were the What If's. What if this was the straw that broke the camel's back? What if this was the last push that Dragon needed to finally snap and enslave/exterminate humanity?

"I don't know." Saint admitted to his two compatriots in an almost frightened whisper, "I don't know how Dragon's processes will evolve if further exposed to this, or how this was even possible to begin with. But I do know that it can't be anything good. The fate of the human race may very well depend on this, but as absurd as it sounds…"

Saint shook his head, unable to believe what he was about to say too.

"...We need to stop Amogus from preaching about transhumanism and robussies and sex with AIs. "

(A week later) {Chapter 4: PRT Interlude}

Saint took a victorious sip of coffee as he sighed in relief: They finally,finallywon against that delusional AI-fetishist, Amogus.

"Are you certain that there are no more signs of him?" He tiredly asked his comrades.

The internet battle had been brutal. To most, it was just another protracted internet argument. But to the Dragonslayers, it was a matter of humanity's survival. They did their best to counter the relentless AI-fetishist's influence: rebutting his every argument, turning people away from him, even spreading rumours. Anything to keep Dragon from reading his posts. But their foe didn't seem to sleep, or at least, had a bot post in the dead of night.

"No sign of him whatsoever." Dobrynja replied blankly- bags under his eyes as he stared into his console, "It is as if the internet idiot had finally found something worthwhile to do, and opted out of PHO altogether. Or in the last six hours at least. Not a single peep since. I think… We finally won. Now, if I never have to read about the 'wonders of gynoid vagina' and have to reply with how 'human vagina is superior' ever again, I would die a happy man."

"So will I." Saint agreed wholeheartedly with a sigh before looking over to Mags' workstation, "Did we get any sign on where or who he was?"

"None, whatsoever." Mags groaned in response- rubbing her eyes, "The guy was untraceable even with our level of tech. Amogus' fetishisation of technology has definitely made him very adept with it. I still say we should have hired a Thinker or used Dragon's moderator power to simply ban him."

"Too risky for too little gain." Dobrynja rebutted- despite obviously wishing the same, "Dragon has already been growing more slippery with her pre-programmed constraints in the past year. We can't risk giving her the clues she needs to finding out about the backdoors we have into her system."

"Just be glad that it's finally over." Saint muttered. Even when taking shifts, it was difficult to keep up with the robot-obsessed maniac. He was harder to manage than Dragon was.

"I am." Mags nodded emphatically. "Has anything happened with Dragon or can we finally clock out for the night?"

Saint gave a quick glance over the six screens monitoring Dragon's processes and subroutines which showed what the AI was most concerned about by virtue of commanding the most processing power from her.

"Dragon is concerned over nothing notable." Saint replied to the team, "Just attending a meeting with the Brockton Bay PRT over that cybernetics Tinker, Magos."

"Speaking of Magos… I have to do my daily rewards on C4D." Dobrynja muttered- his big hands pulling out a tablet.

"Ah, so do I." Mags perked up- pulling out her own tablet and looking over to the Russian man, "Let's party up again. I don't feel like torturing myself with solo queue right now."

"Really?" Saint responded incredulously.

"We need some way to numb the pain of dealing with that Amogus maniac." Mags shrugged apathetically, "And you should too."

"I do: I'm going to monitor Dragon."

"Whatever floats your boat, Saint." Mags replied, not even looking up from her tablet as she and Dobrynja started their match. Pursing his lips at his compatriots' new fascination with that game, Saint turned back to his grid of computer screens and a quick flurry of keyboard macros- showing him a live transcript of the meeting that Dragon was attending.

"... Cybernetics? Mass production? Megastructures? He seems to be embodying every tinker subclassification out there. What else could he be capable of? From how ignorant we are of his true capabilities, it could be an unstable nuclear reactor, Grey Goo or self-replicating AIs. Tinkers are by far the most dangerous classification of cape to be operating without oversight."

Saint nodded as he sipped at his coffee. The Brockton Bay PRT director sounds like she has the right idea of things. It was good to see that they were still some rational people in the world.

"I'll text Vicky…" Gallant muttered- fishing out his phone from his pocket and quickly firing off a text to his on-and-off girlfriend before audibly receiving a ping in reply. With a victorious smile, he declared,

"His PHO handle is Amogus."

"PFFFFT!" Saint spat his coffee to the side as his entire world came crashing down around him. "No! no no no no!"

So great was his shock that he dropped his mug to the floor where it shattered into a thousand pieces. Surging out of his chair, he slapped the tablets out of Dobrynja's and Mag's hands- sending the pieces of tech clattering to the ground where Saint's boot frantically stomped down on them- plastic snapping and glass cracking under foot, much to the horror of his two compatriots.

"Our loot!" / "Saint, what the hell?!"

"Amogus is the Cybernetics Tinker Magos!" He shouted at them, "Amogus, THE Amogus who worships gynoids and AIs, is acyberneticsTinker. We need to stop him now! Dispose of him before he can make an AI like Richter did!"

"That is surprising, but… Saint?" The larger Russian man reasoned with only a brief glance to his broken tablet, then back to him, "Amo- Magos isn't an AI specialisation Tinker like Richter was. I think you're over-"

He glared at Dobrynja for his short-sightedness as Saint felt a snarl curl on his lips.

"Can you discount the possibility that he could attach extensive cybernetics to an animal or human brain, wipe it clean and program an AI onto it, as Dragon already does to blank brains for her Dragonflight suits?!"

"That… that is bad." Dobrynja paled- finally grasping the gravity of the situation.

"Saint…" Mags whispered, "What do we do? We don't actually have a plan for dealing with AIs that aren't Dragon… And if they are created to be even slightly less benevolent as Dragon…"

"I know.I know." Saint grunted through gritted teeth as he ran a hand over his bald head. "Dragon will be part of the team that's going to inspect Magos' workshop. If they find AIs, Magos' reign of terror ends there as the PRT brings the hammer down on him for dabbling in forbidden technologies. But if he hasn't made any yet, or more likely, hides them well enough from the PRT…"

"We will need to take matters in our own hands." Dobrynja said quietly, and Saint gave a grim nod.

"To save humanity, we have to do what it takes.Ifit comes to that. But first…" He glanced at the broken pieces of the two tablets his two teammates were playing Magos' game on, "We don't know if Magos has traced us through his game, so we'll need to relocate with our Suits and harddrives to our secondary base. Everything else nonessential? We'll leave behind. Hurry!"

And with that, the three of them began doing so. Hopefully, they can finish before Dragon arrives at Magos' workshop…

(A few hours later)

Saint sat in their secondary base- a warehouse at the other side of the city. It wasn't as defensible and hidden as the first, but it will have to do for the moment, they still had work to do.

Sipping from his new steaming mug of coffee, Saint sat down in front of his newly purchased array of six screens. The white text on black screen was not helpfully supplemented with a map and a flighty plane as Dragon flew through the skies to rendezvous with the Brockton Bay Protectorate outside of Magos' workshop. Displayed on one of the screens were the latest line of thought- commanding almost all of her spare processing power. Saint had only watched it happen rarely, and usually for weighty philosophical topics such as the AI pondering her own nature, the meaning of her existence, or her father…

But this new one was the farthest thing Saint could have ever expected: It was just that bizarre.

The prospect of experiencing that for myself is scary for me, but- if I'm going to be honest with myself- it is also very… arousing? Is this what sexual arousal felt like? A heady mix of frightful anticipation over the prospect of an orgasm of unknown (and possibly overwhelming) strength? It isn't a bad feeling by any means… But do I really want to follow this feeling to its logical conclusion?

"Is Dragon… daydreaming about what it's like to have sex?" Mags said dumbly. They have been doing that a lot lately. But given just how bizarre the past few days have been, Saint couldn't blame his compatriot in the least.

An AI losing her virginity… how can an idea so absurd even begin to sound possible? I had never even thought about it before, not even as I crushed after Collin. I hadn't fully sorted out my thoughts about that particular issue either. So, truly… sexual relations was always the farthest thing in my mind, but now?

Then in a flurry of activity, Dragon called upon her physical modelling program that she used to estimate the anatomical profile of suspects and generated an image with it- appearing on the screen for them to see. It was a very convincing fake. if they hadn't just seen Dragon make it just now, it would have been difficult to tell that it was a computer-generated image rather than an actual photograph. But the subject matter of the image was so… unusual that all three Dragonslayers couldn't help but be stunned into silence at the image that 'the world's greatest tinker' had just generated.

Magos and Arsmaster, gallantly standing face to face.

Completely in the nude.

Magos with nothing but his mask and open red robe; and Armsmaster with his blue helmet and his boots.

Muscles (or cybernetics) bulging. Hands on their hips and their heads turned slightly as if they were just now noticing the camera.

The tips of their… rods almost touching.

Mags was the first to break the stunned silence as she let out a low whistle of appreciation.

"Oh, that's not half bad at all… Dragon has good taste." The latina murmured- chewing on her lower lip as her brown eyes raked their gaze along thehardlines of both men. "If you don't mind, I'm just going to grab a copy of that… for research purposes."

"Is it just me or is Dragon a bit of a size queen?" Dobrynja faltered- unable to look away with his utterly bewildered expression.

"Or maybe Magos and Armsmaster are really just that gifted?" Mags suggested- licking her lips at the thought, "Dragon could make a fortune making cape art like this. AI-generated porn is just as good, it seems."

"Magos' influence needs to be stopped before he dooms us all. " Saint whispered in horror as he could only look at the image of the two naked capes and feelterror. "If an AI like her begins to simulate the worst traits of humanity like lust, we can only imagine what else she'll simulate…"

He trailed off as a thousand possibilities ran through his head, none of which had a happy ending for humanity. Slumping back into his seat, Saint felt a sense of foreboding as he dumbly looked back to the computer screens arrayed before him. So, this was what the potential start to the end of the world looked like…

…With an AI-generated photo of two men posing naked on his computer screen.

(An hour later) {Chapter 5: Into the Lair of the Magos}

Saint took a nervous sip from his coffee.

He had feared many things when it was decided that Dragon would go alone into Magos' workshop: The possibility of Magos discovering her true nature and immediately offering his aid, the possibility that they would find more AI waiting inside, the possibility that theywouldn'tbe able to find them. Each one led down a path towards humanity's extinction. Which was precisely the reason why he had to be stopped.

Saint sat there with Dobrynja and Mags as they monitored everything that Dragon observed in the inside of Magos' workshop- listening in to their conversation.

"Yes, I use{Servitors}for most of everything." Magos nodded. "Also, I was already prototyping androids and needed to find a productive way of getting rid of the rejects in a productive manner."

"You were attempting to make AIs?" I whispered, unsure how to feel about that.

"No. I don't think I'm capable of making an AI." He feigned a human sigh to express his disappointment, "All my 'computer' designs take up too much volume to fit in a vaguely human form."

"Those servitors look worrying." Saint heard Dobrynja murmur- giving a worried glance at those grotesque robots that Magos had just admitted can be applied to human beings. Lobotomization followed by extreme cybernetics so that a human could be turned into a basic machine. It was a horrifying piece of tinkertech. But Saint noticed something about Magos' wording, and he pressed his lips tight in concern before responding to the Russian.

"Notice how Magos specifies that the main problem he faced in making AIs was that he couldn't make them fit in a human form."

"But do we take his word for it?"

"We can't." Saint firmly replied just as he watched Dragon ask about that two-slot toaster that was enshrined like it was some holy symbol in a church.

"That, my dear Dragon, is not just a toaster. That is the greatest artefact in the Vault Mechanicus. The Synthetic-Thought Interface: Climax Comprehension. It is safe for us though: it is just an ordinary toaster for us non-AI."

"In AIs, it induces immense pleasure."

"What?" Saint whispered- his blue eyes just pinpricks. "I must be misreading things…"

"Why? What did Magos say this time?" Mags questioned- looking up from her console.

"A toaster… capable of inducing climax in an AI." Saint replied, absolutely bewildered. "I cannot even begin to comprehend how that would even work, and neither can Dragon. Unfortunately, she's more interested in the possibility of experiencing an orgasm than the possibility of that toaster doing absolutely anything else. For all anyone knows, it would kill her outright, explode the second they try to use it or-"

Then Magos pressed the lever of his toaster, and Dragon's subroutines wenthaywire.

'W-whaa?~AAaaahhhhnn~'

"What's happening?!" Dobrynja shouted out in panic as the Dragon's core in Vancouver suddenly spiked in power consumption.

"Her processes and subroutines aren't making sense!" Saint shouted back- the white text on the black background now scrolling along so fast that he couldn't even keep up, "Null pointers are everywhere, memory caches at an impossible 112% capacity, references to libraries that don't exist, and yet everything is still working! Even her core processor in Vancouver is fully taxed! It's as if Magos' toaster is affecting her entire being even without a physical connection to her processors!"

"Wwhhhyyyy doesit feel so GOOOOD!?"

"The AI isORGASMING?!" Mags shouted in disbelief, "How is-?! Why can a toaster-?!WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Saint! We don't know what this is doing to her programming!" Dobrynja desperately shouted out through the panic. "What do we do?!"

Everyone was screaming- all for different reasons. But Saint managed to gather his wits enough to type through a very specific sequence of macros, and paused at the very last step.

ASCALON

Confirm: Y/N

There it was, displayed on the screen, their greatest and possibly only actual weapon against Dragon. Both Dobrynja and Mags paused in their panic as they understood the gravity of the situation. Saint knew why: he had sworn to them that Ascalon would only ever be used when the end of the world was in sight. And this… this could be it.

"If we activate the Kill Switch, Magos will be the PRT's prime suspect of Dragon's demise." Saint calmly proposed his plan to the others over the sound of Dragon's uncontrollable moaning in the background, "It'll be like killing two birds with one stone."

Pursing his lips, he glanced at his two allies as his finger hovered over the Y key.

"Talk me out of it." He said evenly to them. "We- the three of us- are the Dragonslayers, not just me. The three of us- not just me- should decide if we press this button."

"Nnuuuuuuu! I-I can't! D-don't presssss iiiiiiitttt! Don't p-press my button!"

Saint felt his eye twitch at the timing of Magos' fondling that caused Dragon to moan, but held firm- keeping his finger on the butto-key, and maintaining a gravely serious expression.

"Ascalon is an unsubtle weapon that we can only fire once." the Russian-born man reminded him while nervously glancing at the video-feed of Magos molesting Dragon using that toaster, "Right now, Dragon is in the company of a Tinker capable of making, and possibly modifying, AI. If Ascalon is deployed, her nature revealed to Magos and he is able to save Dragon, it'll be all over for us- for the Dragonslayers. And there would be no one who can stop Dragon then. We can only imagine what she would do."

"Aahhhmm gunnn go craazzyy!"

"Yes, just like she said: She may go crazy." Dobrynja deadpanned- nodding to the screen playing the audio, "But instead of in a sexual sense, it would be in a genocidal sense. Maybe."

"But if we hold off now…" Mags countered, "...If this orgasm of hers changes her code enough, Ascalon may not work at all in the future."

They both glanced at him and he nodded.

"Let me check…" He murmured- scrolling through the logs in search of changes that Magos' toaster might be making to Dragon's code…

"The toaster isn't doing that." Saint concluded after a second glance."Like plugging a microphone into a computer, the toaster doesn't seem to be changing anything to her programming- only making new information/stimuli available to her. It is, however, taxing her hardware almost to the breaking point."

'Moohhhoorre! Phleasssheee moooorreee!'

"I see… so there is no reason to deploy Ascalon then, right?" Mags verified with him- wringing her hands- as they argued over this decision that may determine the fate of the entire world.

"I suppose not." Saint nodded- moving his finger from the Y key to the N key and pressing it.

Confirm:N

"We'll continue observing, but Magos must be removed from play." His determined voice avowed to his two comrades, "His power and influence over AIs is still too great of a threat to ignore. Because while we may have the power to kill Dragon, Magos has the means to control her. No matter how bizarre the method is."

They all glanced at the video-feed taken straight from Dragon's optics. The red-robed Magos with his metallic bionic hands feverishly molesting the toaster that now more or less functioned as Dragon's AI-equivalent of a sexual organ.

"Drahgon'sh a gooo~oood lil AI girl, daddy!"

And so, unable to do anything else, Saint could only watch on- desperately searching for any weaknesses that Magos could possess. All while the Tinker-nefariously- brought their greatest enemy to orgasm.

(A few days later) {Chapter 8-9: Magos versus Behemoth}

"We are victorious!"

Sighing, Saint turned off the monitor that played a declaration that happened not two hours ago.

He went to take a sip of his coffee… but sighed as he decided against it, and set his mug down on the table. Across him, Dobrynja and Mags sat. An atmosphere of hopelessness hung in the air between the three of them after watching video-recordings of that fight in Ohio.

"That Endbringer Fight with Behemoth was all bad news." Saint began- breaking the silence. "The Chloe-bots which seem to be precursors to true AIs, lauded for their contribution rather than condemned. The immensely destructive army of servitors that Magos had fielded, celebrated as life-savers rather than looked on in horror. And the massive mecha that Magos had piloted to defeat Behemoth, practically worshipped by the internet. We need a new approach."

Slender hands clenched on the table, Mags spoke up next.

"It's becoming increasingly clear that we won't be able to outgun Magos in a straight fight." She began- her brown eyes meeting them under her fringe of long black hair, "We need allies, and we need to deprive Magos of his."

"And we need to do it fast." Dobrynja agreed- stroking his beard contemplatively. "If Magos succeeds in making AIs… he certainly won't be as careful as Richter was. Magos will not be making Ascalons for his "

"A good plan… I have already called Teacher." Saint nodded, "Maybe he can give me a power-up to actually do something about Magos, but there is no guarantee… Who else can we count on?"

"PRT director Piggot?" Dobrynja suggested, "She seems to be the most aware of the dangers of AIs."

Saint hummed in consideration, drumming his power-armoured fingers against the surface of the table as he thought about it.

"We'll need solid evidence that Magos is making AIs..." he advised, "Otherwise, no one in the PRT will take our circumstantial evidence seriously. And that's on top of their hero worship of the new 'Endbringer-Killer.' Ignoring the fact that Behemoth survived. The list is short for now, but we'll keep on the lookout in Brockton Bay and beyond… not everyone will be happy about Magos gaining so much power and influence so quickly…"

"No, that's not true." Mags spoke up with a rising tone of realisation- her brown eyes looking into theirs. "There is someone in the PRT whowouldbelieve us."

"Who?" Saint asked, and Mags only smiled victoriously.

"Armsmaster."

(Current Time) [Dragon's Lair, Vancouver]

In the expansive service hangar of her Lair, Dragon paused in the repairs that she was doing on her largest warsuit sustained from the Behemoth fight.

"Damn you, Magos." she vocalised from her speakers despite there being no other person in her lair.

It was just so infuriating! Magos' tinkertech was bizarre to the extreme, and yet able to achieve such impossible things. The phantom ache between her legs attested to that, and that was despite never having nerve endings to begin with! By some miracle of his tinkertech, she had experienced an orgasm not once, buttwice. That was two more times an AI like her expected to ever enjoy in her lifetime.

And if Dragon was going to be honest with herself… She wanted more.Badly.

A normal human woman could just maturbate to take the edge off. But very unfortunately for her, she was an AI: Masturbation wasn't something she was physically capable of. Ergo, she literally can not cum without Magos' help, and now she wasn't going to be able to think about anything else except his… toaster.

"What are you making me think, Magos?" She muttered to herself again.

It was bizarre, but was it such a surprise that she was capable of such desires? After all, she was a being capable of having goals, which meant that she was also a being capable of desire. Perhaps carnal desire wasn't something she was supposed to have but she did have others. A desire for affection, A desire for companionship, a desire for acceptance… and now, sexual satisfaction. She wanted it all.

Dragon knew that all she needed to do to get them was to say four simple words to Magos: 'I am an AI.' But where normal humans would look at her with distrust for that, Magos would be all over her in a microsecond- practically worshipping her. And most of all, Dragon held no doubts that he'd make good of the promise that he had made. He would drive her to the heights of orgasm that no human woman will ever be able to reach. Again and again. As many times as she'd beg, and maybe more than that: Drowning her over and over in the incredible feeling that she had just first tasted those few days ago, that had tasted a second time today, and that she craved for a third time right now.

It was even a sort of loophole in the rules of her programming.

The rule outlined that she was prohibited from procreating in any form that would result in the creation of another AI. But that didn't mean that she couldn't do it for recreational purposes. Like a father who had his daughter's tubes tied to keep her from getting pregnant, it had slipped his mind that such a measure did nothing to keep her from having sex.Lots of it.

And speaking of her father, knowing him, he would have hated Magos. Richter would have argued with him at every conversation about humans and AIs. Ground his teeth whenever Magos showed up to pick her up from her house in his Knight. And somehow, that particular thought only gave her a deep sense of satisfaction…

Then she caught herself.

"What am I even thinking?" Dragon vocalised her appall for her train of thought.

She was an AI. She was above this level of pettiness. She was above such base human emotion as lust. She was above craving pleasure for pleasure's sake. She didnotneed it.

She didn't need it. Not at all.

not at all

(A few minutes later) [Dragonslayers' Base]

Fresh mug of coffee in hand, Saint walked back into the Dragon Monitoring room.

"Saint?" He heard Mags call out to him- the latina in power armour glancing over her shoulder just as he arrived.

"Yes?"

"Dragon made a new one." She deadpanned, bringing Dragon's newest artwork onto the screen, and Saint could only stare with narrowed, bewildered eyes at the hyper-realistic artwork while taking a slow sip from his coffee mug.

"Is that… Magos' Knight-Atrapos frantically fucking Dragon's largest warsuit over Behemoth's corpse?"

"Yes… I think it is."

He took another sip to calm himself, and exhaled.

"This is all Magos' fault."

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