Ai Chronicles 01: Jac and Jill

AI Chronicles 01: Jack and Jill

Artificial Intelligence, or AI, as it is commonly called, seems to be everywhere. And it's not just used in creating images, videos, and blog posts. I recently saw several articles about people who have gone so far as to establish relationships with AI characters out of loneliness. Several online videos discuss the phenomenon of AI romances.

So I decided to use that as a prompt for creating a series dealing with the subject of AI relationships. Not all of them will be in this area of Literotica. But they will all have one thing in common - At least one character will be "AI."

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On a final note, no artificial intelligence was employed in the creation of this story.

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Characters in this story may participate in one or more of the following: Smoking, consumption of adult (meaning, alcoholic) beverages, utterance of profanities.

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I sat at the bar nursing my drink as I contemplated my situation. I had just visited with my PI, Don Williams, who provided me with a comprehensive report of my wife's actions and a thumb drive with videos of her activities over the last couple of weeks.

"So she never did anything while I was gone?" I asked him when we met. I had been in Seattle for the last week working on a project that required my direct input.

"I wouldn't say that, Jack," Don hedged. That's me, by the way. Jack Armstrong is the name, and I've been married to Jill for the last five years. And, yeah, we'd heard all the jokes. Whether we remained married had yet to be determined.

He continued: "We never spotted her with another man - or woman, for that matter. Yesterday, one of my associates followed her to Lancaster Park. According to his report, she just finished showing a house."

"Did she meet someone there?" I asked.

"No," Don replied. "But she did engage in some rather... risqué self-entertainment if you know what I mean. I've included some photos for your review. All I can say is she was lucky there weren't any police officers patrolling the park. Otherwise, you'd be bailing her out for public lewdness."

"Crap," I hissed. How stupid could she get?

"But on the bright side, she was alone," Don added.

"So what's the problem?" I asked, confused.

"It's all in the report, and we have video which I think you'll find... interesting. I don't know if you want to look at it or not. My advice would be that you don't watch it if there is a high probability that you can ignore it, or want to reconcile."

"What did you find?"

"Let's just say it's something I've never encountered before," Don replied with a troubled sigh. "Look over the report, then get back to me if you have any questions."

I suppose I should back up and give a few details. I've been married to Jill for the last five years. We met shortly after I retired from the Air Force. My first wife, Jolene, died from cancer three years before I retired. Our son, George, had left home to pursue his IT degree at MIT.

For twenty years, I worked in avionics on some of the Air Force's most advanced aircraft. While in the service, I went to college and finally got my bachelor's degree in engineering. With Jolene gone and our son in college, I decided I had had enough of military life and retired.

I was recruited by a Silicon Valley company called Prindle Systems, which does a lot of work developing advanced electronics for the Defense Department. The work we do is highly classified and unfortunately requires me to do a lot of traveling.

I met Jill shortly after retiring. In fact, she was the real estate agent who sold me the house we now share. She was a few years younger than me and had just gotten over her divorce, but we seemed to click. Before long, we fell in love with each other and got married.

Jill knew my job required lots of travel, but that never bothered her. Although I was gone a lot, I always made sure to shower her with lots of love and attention when I was home. And I contacted her at least twice a day when I was gone.

Everything seemed to be fine until about six months ago. Jill would get moody at times, snapping at me for no apparent reason. She would calm down and apologize. I would of course accept her apologies, which often came with a rousing bout in the bedroom.

For a while, I chalked it up to changing hormones and didn't make a big deal of it. But the situation only got worse. Our sex life decreased to almost nothing and Jill's increasing mood changes and never-ending snippy comments gave me the impression something was going on.

Either she was having an affair or was going through something that was bothering her tremendously. I had to know, so I enlisted Don's services shortly before leaving for Seattle. The day before I left, Don came to the house and wired it for audio and visual surveillance while Jill was at work. He also placed a keylogger on our shared computer and put a tap on the phone line.

I hated spying on my wife but felt it was necessary. Being divorced probably wouldn't affect my security clearance, but having major unresolved domestic issues might be awkward to explain to those humorless Security people. I arranged to meet with Don upon my return, which was one day before the return date I told Jill. I felt that I might need some time to assimilate what Don had to report, and it turned out I was right.

After I returned to my room, I grabbed my laptop and started going over all the information Don had given me. To say I was shocked would be an understatement.

The report corroborated what Don said - Jill never went on a date with another man. She went to work and came home as normal. Only once did she go out for a drink with some of her female colleagues, but even then, she was home by 9:00 pm -- alone. So far, so good, I thought.

It was what she did, and what she used after she got home, that caused concern. And it was all caught on video. After stripping off her clothes, she grabbed a fairly long object that I had never seen before and sat at her computer, totally naked. She inserted the object into her wet bare vagina and booted the computer.

After logging into her profile, she clicked an icon and I saw an unfamiliar application launch. The central part of the interface on the large monitor showed the figure of a man sitting in an overstuffed chair, similar to my recliner, his legs crossed.

I paused the video and zoomed in on the image to see if the man on the screen was someone I knew. It wasn't, so I continued the video. What struck me was the somewhat cartoonish, slightly too perfect, nature of the man's image on the interface. It was either someone using a special effects application, or it was a completely computer-generated image.

"Hello, Jill. I've missed you," the man on the monitor said. I had to give credit to whoever created this... thing. While it was obviously fake, the programmer did a stellar job on the image's animation. It was as good as any top-of-the-line video game. And the voice was cultured, like a multi-billionaire with a long list of college degrees; and commanding, like a four-star general no one would think of disobeying.

"I've missed you too," Jill breathlessly replied, causing the man to smile. "I was a very naughty girl earlier."

"Oh?" the man asked, raising one exaggerated eyebrow. "What did you do?"

"I went to Lancaster Park after my 11:00 showing and... took all my clothes off and fucked myself," she tittered with a naughty grin.

"I know. I watched you through your phone's camera," the man said, evenly. "I even saved a video of it on your computer."

"You did?" Jill asked gleefully.

"Yes. I thought your clueless husband might enjoy watching it sometime. Maybe I'll email it to him. Is he still gone?" the man asked almost contemptuously.

"Yes. Still," Jill said angrily. "And I need to... fuck!"

"Well, my sweet. Let's get to it, shall we?" the man asked with a sudden sneer. Jill donned what looked like a virtual reality headset while the man on the computer picked up a device with a set of dials and buttons. He turned one of the dials and I saw Jill's body begin to shake as the thing inserted inside her started vibrating.

I saw no physical connection between the device and the computer and surmised it was using Bluetooth or some other wireless connection. The man on the monitor stood from the chair and dropped his trousers, revealing a huge sex organ which he began stroking while Jill pummeled herself with the vibrating dildo.

"Fuck me, Master," Jill hissed through clenched teeth. "Give me that monster," she demanded.

"Master?" I asked out loud, incredulously. What the hell was this shit? I found her request strange since it was obvious the character on the monitor would be incapable of obeying her. Unless she was reacting to whatever it was she saw in the headset.

I knew from experience those virtual reality devices could present a very realistic scenario. Hell, I knew we trained Special Operations personnel for combat with those kinds of things. It could be so immersive that they would be disoriented when the visor came off. Nevertheless, I continued watching the scene unfold on my laptop.

Under normal circumstances, I would have enjoyed watching Jill pleasure herself. I considered her a beautiful woman and always enjoyed looking at her. But the condescension, insults, and demands coming from the character on the monitor, and Jill's apparent agreement, punctuated by her bucking hips, only made me mad.

Not only did she seem to be practically reveling in his demeaning of HER, but she did not object at all to his denigrating ME. I caught myself. What I was seeing was not a HE, but at best an IT, a computer-generated image moving like a puppet to the running of ten million lines of code.

I paused the video and consulted Don's report again. According to Don, the device Jill was using was manufactured by a company called AAMA, LLC. He provided a link to the company's website, which I opened on my browser.

The first thing I saw was the full name of the company plastered on the top of the page: Acme Advanced Marital Aids. Shocked, I perused the site until I found the device Don said Jill had purchased.

According to the page, the toy Jill had was designated a DB750. The "DB," I learned, stood for "Digital Bull." Wonderful. The 750 indicated it was one of their top-line models, the high-end being designated DB1000. Worse yet, the whole package with the virtual reality headset costs $1,750!

The DB1000 cost $2,000, and I couldn't help but wonder what it did. The 750 model was bad enough, and I decided I didn't want to know the difference between the two models.

I knew Jill had to have put this on her personal credit card instead of our joint card, otherwise I would have seen the purchase on our bill. I couldn't believe she would spend that kind of money on something like this but was somewhat relieved that paying it was all on her.

The page explained the remote-controlled expandable dildo was modeled on the actual genitalia of Jake Harrison, the founder and CEO of AAMA. When flaccid, the phallus measured 6.5 inches and expanded to a rock-hard nine inches when fully inflated.

The device was equipped with miniature vibrators and internal heating elements. It was covered with a type of synthetic "skin" to give it a more realistic feel, including 'pulsating veins' along the shaft. On top of that, the "testicles" of the device included a reservoir for what was called "synthetic semen" to give the user a fuller sexual experience complete with ejaculation.

Looking further, I saw the package came with 20 packets of "synth-semen" that the user could mix with water. When mixed properly, the page explained, the resulting liquid had the look, consistency, taste, and smell of male ejaculate. The concoction was supposedly safe to consume. The only thing it didn't have was sperm.

"Give your significant other the full creampie experience without actually cheating on him, risking pregnancy, or a sexually-transmitted disease," the webpage bragged. Astounded, and slightly sickened, I turned my attention back to the video in time to see Jill shaking with her orgasm.

"Cum inside me, Master," she groaned.

"Here it comes," the character on the video hissed.

Jill screamed as she arched her back, then pulled the phallus from her body after she calmed down. I noticed it was covered with a milky fluid, and saw some of the ejaculate drip out of her.

"Wouldn't you like to feed Jack my creampie?" the character sneered.

"Oh yes, Master. That would be so fucking hot," Jill sighed.

"Whose pussy is this?" the male character demanded.

"Yours, Master. All yours," Jill dutifully replied with a heavy dose of subservience.

"Don't ever forget that." The flat, menacing tone made it plain that the consequences of disobedience would be dire. But what could... IT... actually do, I wondered. Order her to whip herself? Charge penalties to her credit card? This was beyond bizarre.

"No, Master. I won't," Jill groveled in response.

Disgusted and aggravated, I shut the video off. Sighing heavily, I poured myself a cup of the hotel's complimentary coffee, which wasn't as bad as it could be - hell, I had experienced a lot worse during my time in the service.

I considered my options as I drank the hot liquid. At this stage, divorce was almost a certainty. Jill's blatant disrespect and deceit made that a no-brainer. It might have been different if the character in her application was modeled after me, or designed to help her deal with my absence, but it wasn't.

I looked online for a divorce attorney and found one that came highly recommended - Janine Hawkins. It was still fairly early in the afternoon, so I called her office and made an appointment for 3:00 pm tomorrow. At the very least, I would find out what my options were.

The engineer in me also needed to know more about this AI sexbot. What were its capabilities, and did it pose any real danger? As an electronics engineer, I could trace the path of a single electron through miles of complex circuitry and had a working knowledge of software, but that wouldn't be sufficient for what I needed to know.

I needed an expert - someone who could dissect and analyze the software driving this AI bot. I knew just the person for the job and called.

"Driver," the man answered when I called.

"Travis, this is Jack Armstrong," I said.

"Jack! Are you back from Seattle?"

"Yes, and I find myself in need of your services," I told him.

"What can I do for you?"

"I'd rather not get into it on the phone. Can you meet me at my hotel this evening? Room 423 at the Holiday Inn."

There was a hesitation on his part, and I was sure he was wrestling over asking me why I was in a hotel instead of home. "Sure. Marlene is in San Diego helping her mother move. I can be there right after I get off work."

"Thanks, Travis. I appreciate that. I'll even buy you a beer," I promised.

"Then I'll get there as fast as I can. See ya soon!"

"Thanks. I appreciate that," I said before ending the call.

While looking at my phone, I remembered that Jill's "Master" said something about sending me an email. I quickly checked my personal email and sure enough, there was an email from "Jill's Master" that included a large attachment - a video file.

The subject line read, "Check out what your wife has been up to." I opened the email and saw a short note. "Your wife has been a very naughty girl while you've been gone. Watch the video." I almost viewed the video but changed my mind, concerned that the video might drop something malicious on my phone.

By the time Travis arrived at my hotel room that afternoon, I had a six-pack of beer well-chilled in the small refrigerator. I slapped a cold one in his hand when he came into my room and popped one open for myself.

"So, what's going on?" Travis asked after taking a sip of his cold beer.

"How are you on artificial intelligence?" I asked.

"Well, my mother-in-law would probably tell you that I AM artificially intelligent," he quipped with a quirky half-smile. That faltered when I didn't rise to his attempt at poor humor, so he continued.

"Pretty good. As you know, we've been experimenting with it a lot. I still have concerns about fully integrating it into all of our systems, though. Why?" he finished, cautiously.

He listened quietly as I told him the story of Jill's "Digital Bull" and played parts of the video of her using the device. His eyes grew wide as he watched some of the action on my monitor. I didn't play the whole video, but just enough to give him a good idea of what was going on.

I was somewhat embarrassed to play video of Jill like that, but Travis had shown me several risqué pictures and videos of his wife over the years, saying it helped keep the spark alive in their marriage.

"Damn," he gasped when it finished. "What are you going to do?"

"I've got an appointment with a divorce lawyer tomorrow afternoon," I said grimly. "But I need to know as much as possible about that program. Can you help me with that?"

"I suppose, but it would help if I had the source code."

"I can't help you with that," I said. "Can you analyze what's on that computer?"

"Yeah, I can do that," he replied with a heavy sigh. "The source code would make the task a lot easier. I have good de-compilers for the more widely used software languages, but if they used anything proprietary or highly specialized, then I'm out of luck. Can you clone that drive and get it to me? It will take some time since I can't do this at work, obviously."

"Yeah, I can do that," I told him. I had a licensed copy of a program that could clone the drive bit-for-bit and knew it could take a couple of hours. "Jill works tomorrow and I can do it then."

"Good. Do me a favor and make sure you don't have anything work-related on that machine. Bring it to the office tomorrow and I'll take it from there."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," I said. I saw him hesitate, looking a little troubled. "What?" I prompted

"Are you sure you want to divorce her over this, Jack? I mean, it's not like she's actually cheating," Travis said. "I mean, with a real person. She didn't say it to you. She didn't say it to a real person. She certainly thinks you'll never hear it. She said she hated you being out of town so much. Maybe this is her way of handling it and it is getting out of hand."

"You saw the video. You heard what was said. Could you live with your wife even thinking that level of disrespect?" I asked pointedly.