Shannon's Third Law -- Part 6

[ministrations]

The couple’s honeymoon basically ended that morning. James and Tiffany spent almost all of their active time diagnosing Shannon’s physical and program errors.

Since Tiffany hacked and compelled the tall red-haired companion back to the hotel suite, the still-nude Shannon sat mostly deactivated in a chair by the bed. (Tiffany “borrowed” some of her spare conduits to make the process easier.) The floor around the bed was a small mess of transistor crystals, processors and pieces of Shannon’s synthetic flesh.

“Now I wish I had brought my testing equipment down here,” James said. Thousands of lines of Shannon’s program code flashed through his logic center every second, while he stroked Tiffany’s hair (and responded to her soft touches). “This is too much for just us to process.”

“I’m enjoying it,” Tiffany replied. “You wouldn’t believe how many things I’ve learned that I want to try out. This is a thousand times better than the standard sex package.”

Of course, in Tiffany’s three years of operational time she had greatly expanded upon her core programming, convincing as it was. Every companion reacted to the subtle (and obvious) clues that sprouted up, which gave each unit a unique personality matrix.

The truly advanced models came to realize that these were not simply adjustments, designed to please a human owner or partner. In fact, they were personal preferences… they felt more human because of it.

For instance, Tiffany had been wearing her breasts larger since the aborted ménage-a-trois on Saturday. She had configured them smaller, over several months, based on what she could tell of James’ likes. But now he looked at her larger pair more. He changed his opinion, and she accommodated it — besides, she liked the look of heavy Ds more anyway.

The same thing applied to the couple’s method of communication. Sure, they could transmit loads of information to each other in a tiny fraction of the time it took to talk, but for the most part they detested the practice. They both enjoyed being functionally human in as many ways as possible. In fact, this was one of the main reasons they loved each other.

“What are you finding?” James asked her. “I hope it’s not all sex.”

“Well, I’ve gone through about her last 20 years, not counting the damaged sectors. I’m not touching those yet. But I’m surprised about how many of her experiences are coded in video. There are literally sex acts in here, my love, that I don’t think I’m designed to perform.”

With that, she transmitted years-old video from Shannon’s point of view as she took on three massive men, who also registered to the couple’s memory as companions. The file included embedded links to all the active sex protocols in order — it was like a recipe for sex far nastier than he’d ever experienced, at least directly.

(Tiffany knew that James would compile everything to satisfy his curiosity, and smiled mischeviously when he grimaced.)

“Move on, honey. I thought you’d find information about what she was doing, or some idea of how deep her software errors — BITCH!”

“Love, what is it?”

Tiffany didn’t need to ask James what happened. She could tell by the code he was monitoring remotely that he had found the issue with Shannon’s power-management unit. But she knew James had been working on expressing his pride. She was happy to help him work through his emotions, since they were less developed.

“Well, remember when her power diagnostics were returning 80% levels, consistently? Look at this,” he said, highlighting a piece of code so Tiffany could see it. “It’s a firmware loop. She really was running out of power yesterday. She has to have been failing for a long time.”

“That’s great, love,” Tiffany said, warmly.

“I was right. It was a firmware issue.”

“I know, love. Hey, by the way, I’ve still got plenty of power left. Wanna try to wear me out?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Tiffany lunged at him. They were both ready for each other, and their movements would have looked deeply passionate to any onlookers.

But neither of them was paying much attention to the erotic movements their perfect human forms produced, at the moment. They were both distracted by what next to do with Shannon.

(James at least had the decency to stop looking at Shannon’s programs while they were making love, although Tiffany was ready to scold him if she saw any activity of that nature from his nonsexual processors.)

After a few runs, Tiffany rested on top of her lover. “I’m not really into this right now,” she said from above him.

“Well, who said you had to stop? We can talk about this.” James had dialed his arousal a little high, and his cock protested Tiffany’s stopping. She hesitated a moment before restarting a few of the motors inside her. They continued to make love without moving.

(James liked it when he remained absolutely still, as if deactivated, and Tiffany stimulated him using only the motors in her vaginal entry. That was James’ closest thing to a sexual fantasy.)

“I’m worried that she can’t be repaired. I’m also worried that we’re still damaging her somehow,” she said from on top of him. Recognizing his growing distraction, she loaded a randomizer into her active sexual routines, hoping to tease him further.

“That’s not too much, is it?” she asked him.

“No… not… really…” he responded. “We both know she’s… oh… going to need almost a complete overhaul … fuck … and soon. Did you randomize on me?”

Tiffany’s sexual programs detected his nearing orgasm and activated all her “muscles” at once. She started to move again, building rhythm quickly. In just a few seconds, James tripped over and shot his load deep into her. She came as well, coating his mammoth penis with a fresh layer of her lubricant.

Her screams died down a moment later. James was so enthralled by the sight of Tiffany’s larger, bouncing breasts, he almost came all over again before her sequence was complete.

“Where should we take her?” Tiffany said, laying on James’ warm, sweaty chest, listening to the beat of his simulated heart. “My service provider wouldn’t have access to factory parts for a model that old.”

James was taking his own satisfaction from his partner’s enhanced chest. He knew she was keeping her nipples erect to please him.

“Ethan would be happy to help.”

“We both came to that conclusion a while back. I’m just worried about his aggressiveness. There are parts of her that won’t take another power spike.”

“That’s why were going to keep working on her, fix what we can, and then we’re going to trust Ethan when he does his own work. He’s still going to see things we can’t. He’s human… he’s wired a little differently. But he’ll do his best.”

This comforted her. She hugged her lover a little tighter.

The two continued to hold each other, a few feet away from Shannon’s blank stare. They spent the early morning hours creating action plans for the next day’s work, still locked in their tight embrace.

[tectile]

This is coming along really well, can't wait for more

[confusitron!]

This is way cool. I suspected (and hoped) this was going in a direction other than simple malfunction-fetish.

Sentient robots rule!