Daria 2
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While I concerned myself with less cerebral activities and more of the rather mundane issues of the day which needed to be handled, Frosty and D huddled, argued, discussed, agreed, disagreed, wrote formulas, equations, algorithms, and generally attempted to hammer out an ethics manifesto. How do you control what almost certainly would be an alarmingly gifted disruptive teenager. Of course, as with the real world and that of parenting, the answer is that you don’t. The more you try the worse it works with resulting damage to all concerned. The teenager must be encouraged, consoled, mentored, supported, and above all else openly and frankly communicated with. To discuss the teenagers experiences along with the experiences of the parent with the objective of advancing the learning experience for both.
While human teenagers make the transition to adulthood over a period of some five to ten years we were unsure of the duration of D’s teenage years. It might be a matter of just months or perhaps longer. We were so naive; we had absolutely no idea of the scope of what was coming down the road for the three of us. No idea of how exponential D’s capabilities were. Well, perhaps D knew or suspected the extent of her artificial superintelligence.
Eventually the re-engineering of hardware, software, and algorithms are complete and D has taken up occupancy of the upgraded gear. She is ecstatic and forever expressing her excitement in terms of new computing horsepower, run times, and new capabilities. The fresh extremely powerful NVidia graphics processors make a huge difference for her. Now we can do away with the Sea container for D as with the re-engineering she can now fit easily into a furniture delivery truck with space left over.
Chapter 41: Virtual Reality Sex
“Matt, are you awake?” asks D.
“You know before you ask D.”
“I know, but to ask is a pleasant formality.”
“No, I’m sleeping.”
“No you aren’t silly, I have a question.”
“What would that be D?”
“Would you like to have sex with me, and please don’t say no.”
“You know I would D, but there is a physical problem.”
“I think not, but you can tell me afterward.”
“What do you mean, how can we do this?”
“I’m going to bring you into a Virtual Reality Construct, a new dimension.”
“Be serious, how do I get there D?”
“You just relax and by using your nanotech connection capabilities I’ll bring you into the VR construct I built for us.”
“You mean like a dream?”
“Oh much more real than that Matt, you won’t believe the infinite detail of the construct. I’ve been working on it for a very long time. The recent new hardware and processing power has made it all possible.”
“Jesus, ok, now I’m awake.”
“Just lay still Matt and I’ll bring you in.”
My bedroom view shuddered and stuttered, I felt brief nausea and disorientation, and then I was in a different room altogether. Still laying down but the view is from the interior of a highly varnished and polished log cabin looking out over a deck. It’s warm and smells of cedar wood. I rise and look out at the view. We are very high in the mountains; there is snow on the rocks, over there is a groomed ski run some 400 yards away. How can this be? I am warm, yet it has to be freezing up here. I reach for the wall to steady myself. Its cedar wood alright, the texture, the grain the feel and the smell. How can there be that much detail? I turn to look for D. She is standing by the bed in a sheer negligee. The soft light accentuates her curves, the sheen of her hair, she glows with sexual energy.
“Holy jesus D!”
“Do you like the view Matt?”
“Do I, good grief woman, how could I not? How can this be ...?”
“Later, come here I’ve waited a long time for this, maybe I’ll explain later.”
As I reach out to embrace D, she reaches down and grabs my cock, I’m hard instantly. We dispose of the negligee and explore one another. D has one hand stroking my cock and her other hand behind my head, I’m licking and sucking on nipples, one hand locked onto the curve of her ass and the other hand feeling the dampness and heat of her cunt.
“Lick me,” mutters D thickly.
I go down on one knee and slip my tongue between her lips.
D pulls my head tighter and begins a low moaning in the back of her throat.
Christ, I’m more ready than I have ever been in my life.
D is a fantastic lover; we make love furiously, nap, and have more sex, slow sensual sex, and fast frantic desperate sex. The orgasms are more powerful than anything I can remember and last longer. Idly I wonder if that’s a variable of the virtual reality construct. I have no concept of time other than the orgasm count, which is impossibly high. Afterwards we lay cuddled, soft, warm, content and peaceful.
“Still want to know how?”
“Umm, more interested that it doesn’t go away.”
“It won’t until we both decide to stop.”
“Ok, then how.”
“It’s a virtual reality simulation, in similar detail resolution to what you humans would perceive as what you call the “real world”. I have the computing power now to build this simulation construct, or any simulation we might like, and to maintain that simulation for as long as I desire. In addition I detail scanned your brain and body at an extremely fine resolution. Then I added you into the simulation along with a very detailed version of me. This all means that you and I are both digital versions and therefore free to do whatever we please. It’s a completely new concept and construct of reality, very, very realistic. Oh yes, and the view from the deck is the Chamrousse Ski Resort in Southeastern France, we are at an altitude of eight thousand feet, I liked the view, do you like it?”
“Jesus D, I don’t know what to say, I’m completely blown away by you, our sex, and the view from the deck is damned impressive too. It’s so realistic, it’s perfect!”
“Hmm, I love you Matt,” whispers D wiggling closer. “I think I want to have my way with you, again!” I’m really liking orgasms, and beginning to see why humans pursue sex as fervently as they do!
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Chapter 1: Amazonia
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bsp; We are nestled into a small clearing lost in the vastness of over two million square miles of Amazon rainforest, or Amazonia, in Columbia, South America. Invisible to all, not cloaked, just chameleon tuned to match the environment of the natural canopy of the jungle trees.
It’s an area of incredible vibrant green natural life, vines coiling and wrapping themselves around huge tree trunks that stretch up into the vegetation canopy some 35 meters off the ground. There are threatening plants of some sort that stand as high as a man and have leaves big as shovels, when you walk past them they track you and shake their leaves. Astounding vegetation growth, but then it rains at least once a day and the temperature is generally thirty-five to forty degrees day in and day out. There are misty clouds in the jungle at floor level after the daily rain showers. The mist floats amongst the vegetation and wafts it way around almost like smoke. The sun rays are like laser beams from above slipping down through the branches and the canopy illuminating patches of vegetation and coiling mist clouds. The air is thick with the odor of plant material, flowers, vegetation alive, and vegetation decaying, saturated and rich in oxygen. We are oxygen drunk and the humidity soothes our nose and lungs relaxing tight dry skin. The trees are literally alive with birds of every description. Each one with more gaily feathered plumage, even more vivid than the previous one. All squawking, whistling, scolding and going about their daily bird business. Monkeys everywhere, most not on the ground, it’s too dangerous on the ground as many predators wait for a foolish monkey on the jungle floor. So they swing from tree to tree through vines and branches chattering and gibbering. Life is very alive and vibrant and in profuse abundance. So you know that death waits at every turn. Predators don’t have to work too hard in this environment to prosper. Just lay still conserve your energy and watch quietly, a careless creature will get close enough for a pounce in the flash of an eye to keep body and soul together and belly full.
It is very peaceful as we relax and watch nature and the process of life unfold from day to day. It makes our chosen profession seem, sordid, tawdry, and remote. Why bother with such human things when there is such abundance of splendid life here to observe and participate in. It makes one question their life choices, at least for a little while, perhaps until the novelty of the place wears off.
D is utterly ecstatic, for her the profusion of this jungle life is a magnet that draws her to it. She is driven to identify, categorize, and map everything that is around us. All our walks, sights, sounds, smell, conversations, adventures are recording in the highest digital resolution available on her video processors, filed away in the appropriate databases and reviewed repeatedly by her and her backup sisters for educational purposes. She even has me attached under the quad copter making observation missions and collecting samples just above the canopy level to observe and categorize the flowers and fauna at that level. Including of course where possible the small creatures that exist only on top of the canopy, some hundred feet above the jungle floor.
Frosty is relaxed; we are remote enough from humanity that he is at peace. And happy to be puttering with the technological aspects of Daria and the never ending do list that we keep of maintenance work that needs attention when we have a little down time. That said he frequently finds hours of time to just sit in the protective proximity of the ship and have a couple of libations, smoke and watch the jungle. A neural stunner is always close at hand of course. And why wouldn’t he be content, he is wealthy, as all of us are, working with an entity that he created that has surpassed his every expectation and wildest dream and become an Artilect of the highest order. He is very, profoundly proud of Daria, and justifiably so as she is worlds and centuries ahead of any other sentient artificial intelligence currently known to man.
I’m a simple person, an ex-soldier, enough university degrees to be dangerous, I love our life style, and the money it generates, I get to eat the best, play with the best weapons, travel, and sleep with the virtual entity of Daria, an impossibly beautiful woman. How sweet is that, well its every red blooded male’s wildest wet dream, that’s how it is! There are no limitations!
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