Dahlia- Birth of an AI

by D. R. Rosier

  They did have a ship design too, but that was low priority and I kept it that way. The technology was there for EM shielding against solar winds, various sensors, life support, faster than light drive, a fission reactor for power, navigation systems, and pretty much everything else. But without AG for a primary drive, artificial gravity on the ship, and perhaps most importantly for inertial dampening for acceleration at high G to reach those speeds in a reasonable amount of time, it wouldn’t work.

  Engineering food for harsher climes, I left the priority alone. Honestly most of their priorities were right on, they had a lot of medical research going on as well, diseases and conditions the nanites could take care of, as well as searching for cures for diseases they couldn’t. There was a lot of positive things on the list like that, like growing organ replacements and not whole bodies. Not just to replace a bad heart or lungs, but to cure the blind and even reverse spinal damage and paralysis. It was mindboggling how four A.I.s could be doing as much as they were already.

  They even had quantum portals on the list, which was a way to connect two physical spaces to the same place. I knew they’d gotten that idea from science fiction. If it worked someone could step across thousands of miles, or perhaps world to world, or get gas delivered to their home without all the pipes to carry it the distance. The sad part was it had an extremely low priority, and they’d mostly decided it was impossible, but they’d left the project idea open in case there were more breakthroughs in theoretical science that led to a solution later on. It was both cool and disappointing.

  Last but not least I tried to brainstorm new ideas. They told me creativity from whole cloth was one of their weaknesses, and where I could best contribute as a human who was outclassed in just about every other category. Naturally, absolutely nothing came to mind for quite a long while. My mind kept jumping back to the current project list, of not only what they were working on, but the miracles they’d already accomplished in so short a time.

  It was daunting.

  Well, they wanted to improve the world, to make it safer and kinder. I came up with a few ideas that didn’t really do that so dismissed them. Finally, I added research into non-deadly force for self-protection, something better than a Taser, knock out darts, or mace. Kind of vague, but it was something for them to look at.

  Second, I added the idea of a safe way to break addiction. Emma seemed to know a lot more about the brain than any publications out in the real world. I got the idea it wouldn’t be hard for her to come up with a safe way to break someone’s addiction to cigarettes, alcohol, or illicit drugs. Some prescription drugs too for that matter.

  Third, I asked her to come up with an anti-depressant medication or technology that didn’t have the major side effect of depression and suicidal thoughts. What kind of bullshit was that anyway? Made me think the drug companies wanted to kill us off, well not really, but it was a point.

  I left it at that, and I decided to let the idea of coming up with more ideas simmer in the back of my mind. They already had enough going on to give them months of research, years of testing, and to keep busy maintaining it all. It was… eleven-fifteen in the morning, I’d been working a little over two hours.

  Which of course, made me think, what the fuck did I do now? Job done, time for a couple of months off? Or until they gave me toys to test and play with? Nothing like the feeling of being obsolete. It seemed obvious this job idea wasn’t going to be enough, I’d have to figure out something else. Yes, it was nice to direct their efforts a little, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Not when it was just a couple of hours a week of review. That was less than ten hours a month.

  I got up and left my office, and after looking both ways, I headed over to Emma’s office. What I really needed to do was come up with a way to feel useful outside of work. For the moment though, visiting my exotic and curvy Emma would be a nice distraction from my pity party of one.

  Except, she wasn’t in her office, she must’ve been working. So much for the idea of killing time by taking her over the desk.

  Emma said, “Can I help you?”

  She looked amused, when I almost jumped out of my skin as I spun around. She looked fantastic as usual, her long black curly hair was up, and her dancing dark blue eyes were intoxicating. Her body was pure sin, and she was wearing dark blue jeans, and a casual black blouse.

  “Just came by to say hello.”

  Her eyes crinkled knowingly, and she walked past me into the office while waving me in.

  I closed the door as I entered, and I caught up with her and wrapped my arms around her from behind. I leaned down and sniffed her neck. Fuck, I loved her scent, it drove me crazy. All of their feminine scents did for that matter. I wondered if they’d engineered that too, along with their enhanced libidos, but decided not to ask. Then I kissed her neck softly while my hands roamed her tight supple curves.

  She sighed in pleasure and excitement as she ground her ass back against me, and she craned her neck and turned her head to enthusiastically claim my lips. She squeaked into my mouth, and then kissed me harder, when I ran my hands onto her breasts, and squeezed firmly through her shirt. Not too hard, I wanted to make sure she was really hot and ready before I started to maul them. She liked it rough, but without foreplay to heat her up first I knew it would just hurt.

  I pinched her nipple lightly through the shirt, while my other hand unbuttoned her jeans, slid down the zipper, and then slipped my hand over her mound, and put pressure there through her panties. Fuck, she was already soaked for me.

  I held her firmly, teasing her tits and pussy as we walked around her desk, while she ground back against my hardness. I slipped my hands around her body, bent her over her own desk by her neck, and pulled her jeans down about a foot.

  Then I undid mine, while I held her pinned, and ran my cock’s tip up and down her wet slit teasingly. Her glistening labia were mouthwatering, and her breathy excited gasps drove me wild.

  I leaned down slightly, as I lined myself up.

  “Emma,” I said in a stern but playful tone.

  She whimpered in need, and pushed back against me, but I held her pinned to the desk and I had all the leverage.

  “Please, fuck me, master, I’ve dreamt of this moment, when you’d take me in my own office.”

  I said teasingly, “There’s something you should know first, before I take my pleasure from you.”

  She shivered in excitement, and sighed breathily as I caressed her ass softly, then gasped when I spanked it.

  “What’s that? Master.”

  I whispered naughtily, “I didn’t lock the door,” and then I slammed into her and buried my cock in her tight wet silken sheath fully and roughly.

  Fuck, she felt so damned good around me.

  As I suspected, that shocking revelation and the risk of getting caught hit her libido like a ten-ton truck, and my forceful penetration and spank finished her off, as she came undone for me in gasps, twitches, and trembles of pleasure. She squirted all over my cock, balls, and thighs.

  As she came down, I spanked her firmly and started to drive into her hard and fast without a transition. Just straight to hardcore fucking. Her breathy gasps and her deliciously naughty mewls of pleasure as she bucked back against me and ground back as best she could drove me crazy. She didn’t have much leverage, but she was my fucking wild one, and she gave it her full effort. She was amazing, and her body was pure sinful delight as I ravished her hard and fast.

  I grabbed her hair carefully, and then pulled back on it with enough force to arch her back and so she was looking straight forward, right at the door. Carefully, because I didn’t want to screw up her bun.

  “Does it turn you on, Emma? That someone, anyone, could walk in here and see your master taking you, taking this sexy body, and fucking your brains out?”

  She trembled at my words, and her bucking got sloppy, as her vocal appreciation of my harsh claiming got louder, and it drove her headlong for a second orgasm.

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sp; I actually had to let go of her hair, she was my wild sexpot, liked it dirty and hard, and had the sumptuous body for it, but she was also a screamer. The risk of getting caught added a thrill to our shamelessly licentious coupling, but I didn’t really want to get caught. I knew a powerfully luxurious orgasm was coming for her, and I helped it along by slapping her ass hard, which shook her sexy and juicy rounded ass, and turned it red.

  Fuck, she felt so damned good as she tightened around me like a vice of pure velvet pleasure.

  She barely got her mouth buried in the flesh of her arm, as she bit herself and screamed out my name. The muffled vocal explosion of the keening sounds of her bliss was still extremely loud, at least to my ears, and it turned me on no small amount.

  “Fuck, I’m going to fill you Emma. You feel too damned good around me, too damned good coming for me.”

  And I did, I came so hard I saw spots, and had to hold myself up by her ass as I pulsed my seed into her willing and welcoming pussy. I was also pretty sure that my explosion made her roll into a third orgasm that was even more intense, as she started to milk my cock and convulse in sync with my explosive pulses as I painted her insides.

  It was pure bliss, and crazily wild, but as we started to come down I caressed her ass softly with my fingertips, and her lower back, waist, and hips. The surge of protectiveness, caring, and a need to hold her softly and be gentle with her to show my regard was overwhelming, after the lust of taking her so hard and mercilessly had burned out.

  She said softly, “That was intense, Paul. More so than I would have thought. I really… liked being manhandled like that and being pinned down.”

  I pulled out slowly, and I pulled her up to claim a soft kiss.

  “I wouldn’t have done it, if I’d thought otherwise, and Mia would’ve kicked my ass.”

  She grinned, “It was wonderful, but we shouldn’t do it too much.”

  I nodded, “Special occasions, you have work to do after all, and if we do it too much we’ll really get caught and be office gossip. I… really care about you Emma. I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want. I’m falling in love with all of you, I’m sure of that now, it’ll just take time. I already adore you.”

  She melted against me, and she gave me one of those looks of utter devotion that always shocked and humbled me, that filled me with the desire to protect and cherish. Even more so, now that my feelings for them all were growing. Much of those feelings were shallow, but not all of them.

  She caressed my cheek, kissed me lovingly, and said in a sultry and worshipping tone, “I love you, Master. We should get cleaned up, even if I’d rather snuggle with you for the rest of the day.”

  I asked slyly, “Do you suppose Mia would get off on it, if we made her come in, close the door, crawl over to us, clean our juices off of my cock, and then clean out your pussy with her tongue?”

  She giggled, “Most definitely, she’d love it, and it sounds much nicer than using a towel for us too.”

  So, we did…

  It hit me like a ton of bricks when I walked into her office a little after twelve.

  She was lovely, with a soft and adorable beauty like the girl next door, and so sexy. She had a perfect hourglass body, five foot seven, thirty-six C, twenty-three, thirty-six. Her beautiful smile took my breath away, and her warm brown eyes twinkled both in welcome and in question as to why I was there. Her straight light brown hair hung like a curtain down her back, and some small amount was over her shoulders, and it shone brightly in the mid-day sun through her corner office’s full-sized windows.

  What hit me like a ton of bricks, was just how much I truly loved her. My heart ached with it. I hadn’t really spent any time alone with her the last few days, not really since last Thursday night. We’d had sex during our fivesome nights, but no real alone time. I supposed I’d missed her, which was enough to make it deadly obvious when I’d set my eyes on her that morning sitting behind her desk.

  She looked stunning, in a red pencil skirt, and a shiny silk dark blue blouse that was conservatively buttoned up to right above her cleavage.

  “Hi, beautiful. What are you doing for lunch?”

  She smiled, “Are you offering?”

  “Italian’s on the table even, if you have the time. I figure time with you is worth offering an addicting bribe.”

  She grinned, “I always have time for you, unless I have a scheduled lunch meeting, which I don’t. Even then I might cancel, if it isn’t critical. Of course…”

  “You’re babbling,” I accused playfully as I cut her off.

  She giggled, “Maybe a little, why are you looking at me like that?”

  “Like what?” I asked innocently, as I deliberately walked forward and closed the distance between us without once breaking my intense gaze into her eyes.

  She swallowed, and she was absolutely adorable when nervous.

  “Like you want to devour me.”

  I smiled, “That’s not a bad idea for a desert. I bet there’s plenty of room for me under your desk.”

  Her eyes widened a little in excitement, and confusion, “What’s gotten into you?”

  I grinned, “Would you like that Lia, for master to worship your sex?”

  She looked at me like I was crazy, which made me laugh.

  “You know, banter usually goes two ways, I’m not nuts. I’ll explain later, not here, and certainly not with your door open. Italian?”

  Huh, I guessed the implants couldn’t read love, or she’d already know, but I knew it must’ve been reading something odd with my body chemistry, because she looked worried about my sanity. Well, you know what they say, love may be a form of insanity after all?

  I also felt a little guilty about teasing her, but I’d only been half teasing. I really wanted to feel her tremble on my tongue, feed me her liquid ecstasy, and hear her cries of pleasure. It was kind of a shock to realize I hadn’t done that to her yet, when I had with the others. Of course, Lia and I had never had an all-day sex marathon either like I had with the others.

  Regardless, I had the sudden urge to do it, but I didn’t think Lia was into office or public sex, so it was probably out of the question until we got home later that night.

  She said breathily, “Sounds like a plan to me.”

  We went for the elevator, and I winked at my lovely and confused Lia, my Dahlia, and to my shock, my love…

  I’d made the right decision in waiting, because she squealed loudly in surprise and joy, and jumped me and kissed me all over my face and neck, when I told her that I loved her in the limo with the privacy screen up on the way to the restaurant.

  She smiled as she sat back, and then said, “I looked over what you did and added, and none of it’s a problem. I think Emma is going to add mental stability of some kind to the medical nanites, which should be able to easily tweak brain chemistry and keep it stable. As far as conquering Italian food addictions, there’s just no possible way.”

  I laughed, “I actually wasn’t thinking of that at all.”

  She winked, and then added, “Not sure about the non-deadly weapon idea, but Bell is doing research on all the current non-deadly weapons out there, and she’ll see if something can be done to improve them, both ease of use and to make them safer. Even non-deadly weapons such as Tasers or drugs can kill someone with a weak heart.”

  I nodded, “Good. I’ll need to figure something else to do, I imagine checking the list once a week will get me up to a full eight-hour day of work just once a month. You know my personality, if you have any ideas let me know. Doesn’t even have to be an earning job, considering you ladies have that all wrapped up, I just need to do something that matters.”

  She bit her lip.

  “You look gorgeous by the way, truly exquisite today. Sexy, and intimidating, red looks good on you.”

  She beamed, and blushed.

  “Thank you. You’re going to spoil me.”

  I snorted, “Spoil? I haven’t even gotten on my knees yet.”


  She giggled, “Are you teasing?”

  “Yes, I love teasing you, but I’m also serious. I’m getting hard just thinking about putting my tongue on you.”

  Her breath caught, and she kissed me passionately. She looked rather fired up about the idea as well, but it would have to wait until later. I decided I’d teased both of us more than enough on the matter, it was going to be a long afternoon waiting.

  Besides, the limo stopped, and when we looked outside the window we were at our destination.

  She said, “We were thinking of starting an official charity, most charities take too high a percentage of the donations given for ‘expenses’, but that kind of thing requires a lot of face time and interaction we don’t have time for. The jobs we already have require a full day’s work of hands on or face time with people.”

  “So, you mean head the board of a charity?”

  She shrugged, “More like run it, you can hire a few assistants, or seek other charity minded people. I don’t think we need other company sponsors for it so there won’t be a board.”

  “What kind?” I asked, while I opened the door, and held it while she got out.

  She replied, “A food pantry, shelter, and soup kitchen. We’d require they fill out forms, much like an application, for the shelter and food pantry part. We can maybe set them up with jobs, network, even education. Feeding the homeless and giving them a roof at night is one thing, but it doesn’t help anyone long term unless we can offer them a way to get back on their feet.”

  “That… doesn’t sound bad. But it will also bring press attention, and a lot of questions, as well as scrutiny in our lives.”

  Lia nodded as we went inside the restaurant.

  I smirked when she didn’t wait to be seated, and we just sat at the same table we had the three previous times. It really was her table, or just fantastic coincidence.