Ai Chronicles 03a: Dawn...organoids

AI Chronicles 03A: Dawn of the Organoids

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! This story contains elements of science fiction. If you find that too distracting to continue, please move on to the next story.

I know it has been some time since my last story. Those who follow me know that the last several months have been quite challenging for several reasons. Many thanks to those who have taken the time to reach out. I appreciate you all more than you know.

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."

This particular story turned out to be much longer than I had originally envisioned, so I split it into three (or more?) manageable chunks. Stay tuned...

I would like to thank all those who have read, voted, and commented on my stories. I especially appreciate those who have reached out to me with feedback and suggestions.

I also want to thank QuantumMechanic1957 for beta-reading this story. His suggestions have helped tremendously, and I want to thank those who have reached out by email and those who have offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories.

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

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For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... In addition:

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

All sexual activity is between consenting adults 18 years of age or older.

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End of "AI Chronicles 02: Steve and Terri"

Sam Winston, the CEO of Acme Advanced Marital Aids, walked into what the company's employees jokingly called the "dungeon." It was the underground laboratory where most of their secret research and development, which shouldn't be widely known, was conducted.

He walked into the room where Dr. Warren Mengele did most of his work and looked at the jars containing blobs of gray organic matter suspended in a clear liquid. Wires ran to electrodes embedded in the miniature "brains."

Then he glanced at the life-sized humanoid robots in various stages of assembly. Some of them were partially covered with blotches of pink lab-grown "skin," made from actual human skin cells. Sam ignored a slight chill as he thought one of the bots winked at him.

Wearing his traditional white smock, Warren entered the room and saw his boss studying the organoids.

"They're amazing, aren't they?" Warren asked casually as he stepped beside Sam.

"If you say so," Sam replied evenly. "Are these the new arrivals?"

"Yes. They just arrived from Switzerland yesterday. We are preparing the conditioning for them now."

"How long will these last?" Sam asked.

"With the new conditioning, we hope to see them live at least 150 days," Warren said.

"That's an improvement over the last batch. But they'll need to live a lot longer than that if you ever hope to produce a viable - and profitable -- 'bot," Sam countered pointedly.

"I know. You must understand. This is beyond cutting-edge research. These aren't your run-of-the-mill sex toys, you know. With these, we will completely revolutionize the industry. Imagine it, a whole line of organically intelligent sex robots capable of forming and maintaining viable relationships with humans; more satisfying than any human partner could ever achieve.

"With these, people will no longer need to resort to computer-generated images or AI dildos. We will be able to program and customize each one to its partner." He paused and considered a new idea. "Maybe we could even use them to create 'robot porn' to help fund the program."

"Yes," Sam replied. "And we can make our stockholders rich beyond their wildest dreams. When do you think you can have a working prototype?"

"If all goes well, and the field test results are as promising as the DB results, maybe in six months," Warren speculated.

"Six months," Sam mused, hoping he could see a good return on his investment soon. "I hope so, Warren. The sooner, the better." Not only would the returns make them rich, he would be one step closer to changing the dynamics of human relationships - forever. The thought brought a wry smile to his face.

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And now, "AI Chronicles 03: Dawn of the Organoids"

Four months later:

Sam sat at the head of the long mahogany table and looked at the others in the conference room. Dr. Warren Mengele had asked for a special meeting of the Board of Directors and senior managers, claiming he had a major announcement and wished to introduce someone to the company leadership.

"Can't you at least tell ME what this is all about?" Sam asked with a touch of exasperation when Warren first made his request.

"Ah, but that would ruin the surprise," Warren said with a wry smile.

Sam reluctantly agreed, although he hated gathering leadership like this without a damn good reason. Like him, they were busy people. They had already gone over the quarterly financials, so this gathering seemed like a waste of time to many of them.

"I hope you have a damn good reason for this meeting, Winston," Herman Willoughby, the Chairman of the Board, growled from his seat to the right of Sam. "I have places to go and things to do."

"I'm sure Peaches will still be available for your Friday afternoon lap dance, Herman," Sam told the gruff old goat, who harrumphed at the sarcastic reply.

Thanks to his private investigators, Sam knew that Herman had been visiting the young blonde at the strip club in Monte Verde for months, and the visits were always for more than just a "dance." Peaches, whose real name was Carrie North, was working through college, and Herman was just one of several regular "clients" helping fund her academic venture. Based on the report, she should sail through her post-doc in 'Woman's Studies' without a penny of debt.

At precisely 2:30 p.m., the double doors to the conference room opened, and Warren walked in. A tall, muscular man dressed in an expensive, tailored Italian suit followed him.

Sam thought the strange man looked slightly familiar but couldn't place him. He was what the women would call a "stud-muffin." Clean-shaven, the man was well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He looked to be in his mid-30s, and his short, dark hair was perfectly combed.

As the man walked past the table, Sam noticed the reactions from the women in the room, who apparently found him sexually appealing. Alice Cramer, the 42-year-old divorced head of HR, squirmed uncomfortably in her chair, causing Sam to grin. He could suddenly almost smell the arousal from the women filling the room.

"Who have we got here?" Sam asked when Warren and his guest reached him.

"Mr. Winston, ladies and gentlemen," Warren told the room. "Please allow me to introduce... Jake Six."

Jake extended a hand to Sam, which he accepted. Sam found the man's handshake firm and the smile on his face genuine. Still, something seemed... different.

"Mr. Six. It's a pleasure meeting you, sir," Sam said.

"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Winston," Jake replied in a voice totally devoid of accent.

Sam looked at Warren, his brows raised. "Is this..."

"Yes," Warren replied. "Jake is the first successful organoid-driven humanoid digital bull."

The statement caused a stir among the company leaders and board members. Sam smiled as he nodded.

"Organoid?" Herman asked, a scowl on his face.

"Yes. Generally speaking, Mr. Willoughby, an organoid is defined as a, and I quote, 'collection of organ-specific cell types that develops from stem cells or organ progenitors, and self-organizes through cell sorting and spatially restricted lineage commitment in a manner similar to in vivo.' There's more to it than that, of course."

"Of course," Herman stammered, even more confused than before.

"You have outdone yourself, Warren. Congratulations," Sam said. "I take it then that you have solved the longevity issue."

"We have made great strides in that area," Warren replied proudly. "We developed a technique that replenishes the organoid cells as they die off. It's still somewhat experimental, but early tests have proven quite effective. In theory, Jake could... possibly... live... forever."

That elicited more gasps and murmurs from the others in the room.

"Forever," Herman repeated quietly as his mind began to consider the possibilities.

"And how... functional... is Jake?" blurted Melissa Cartwright, the director of sales. She immediately looked down awkwardly, and her face practically glowed crimson.

"Completely," Warren responded urbanely as if he did not notice her embarrassment. "He has been programmed with multiple techniques. Perhaps you'd like to... inspect him up close?"

"Could I?" Melissa asked, looking up quickly, her eyes growing wide.

"Of course. With Mr. Winston's approval, naturally."

"By all means," Sam said, suppressing a leer and gesturing to the younger woman.

Melissa stood and walked to Jake, who eyed the attractive brunette with an appreciative smile.

"Remove your clothing," Warren told Jake.

"Very well," Jake said agreeably.

Everyone watched, shocked, as Jake nonchalantly removed his clothing, showing no indications of embarrassment. Soon, he stood naked in front of everyone in the room. His muscular frame was well-sculpted, and everyone was impressed by the details he presented. Like the other women, Melissa's eyes were irresistibly drawn to the large flaccid penis that hung between his legs.

"Would you like to touch it?" Jake asked Melissa.

"Yes. May I?" Melissa replied in a husky voice.

"Please do," Jake said.

Melissa tentatively reached out and grasped the dangling member. She was surprised that it felt just like the real thing - warm and soft - only much larger than anything she had ever been intimately familiar with.

"Stroke it if you wish," Jake instructed.

Stunned at Jake's command, Melissa unconsciously stroked the large appendage and felt it become hard in her hands. Her eyes widened as it grew to a rock-hard nine inches in length in less than two minutes. She licked her lips as she wrapped both of her small hands around the thick artificial penis and wondered at how hot it felt.

The erotic curiosity of what it would feel like... inside her... flooded through her body. She could feel herself getting wet and blushed even more intensely. If she had thought for even a moment about what she must look like, stroking an artificial penis in obvious lust... but there was no thought involved.

"It's so... hard. And so... beautiful," Melissa gasped. "It feels so... real."

"Suck it," Jake commanded, his voice deepening and his artificial eyes opening wide as he spoke.

Concerned, Melissa glanced at Sam, who nodded in approval. The others stood and gathered closer to watch.

Dropping to her knees, Melissa opened her mouth and gently, tentatively, licked the tip of the hard phallus. Finding that it felt and tasted much like a real penis, she opened wider and took as much as she could into her throat.

"That's it. Take it all the way," Jake ordered.

At Jake's command, Melissa gently worked the entire thing into her mouth and then sucked it down her throat with an effort. With her nose buried firmly in the nest of hair, she began massaging the underside by running her tongue vigorously back and forth under the giant member. As she did, Jake put his hands behind her head and began thrusting his hips firmly.

"Yes. That feels so good. You really know how to suck cock," Jake said somewhat mechanically, following the algorithms programmed into his central processing unit while accessing his voluminous database. The organoid brain tissue was learning rapidly and adapting.

Everyone gathered closer around a totally enthralled Melissa as she enthusiastically sucked Jake's manhood. This was far more than they could have hoped for, but the best was yet to come.

"You like Jake's cock, don't you?" Jake demanded in a tone that implied that 'No' was not an option.

Melissa moaned as she tried to answer but was unable to form a coherent statement with her mouth fully filled.

"I am getting ready to ejaculate. You will swallow," Jake commanded as he held Melissa's head to his groin. Everyone could see... something... being pumped in massive surges into Melissa's throat. They watched her struggle to swallow, but a few rivulets of thick white fluid escaped her lips.

After taking his load down her throat, Melissa looked up at Jake with glassy eyes, his cock still in her mouth and her body trembling with overwhelming desire. The narcotics in the synth-semen were very fast-acting.

"Get naked. I will fuck you now," Jake ordered in a monotone.

Melissa instantly obeyed, the cock popping out of her mouth as she tore at the buttons on her blouse, every fiber of her being driven wild by technologically-enhanced lust. She practically ripped her clothing off, tossing the garments on the floor like so much garbage until she was completely naked and heaving deep, ragged breaths.

"On the table," Jake commanded, pointing to the mahogany conference table.

Again, Melissa followed his directions, hopping up on the table. She spread her legs wide, and everyone could see her puffy lower lips open in anticipation. Melissa ran two fingers along her wet slit and looked at Jake with raging desire.

"Take me," she groaned. "I'm all yours."

Jake approached Melissa, his glistening, rock-hard nine-inch penis jutting out in front of him. Everyone except Sam and Warren gathered around to see the exhibition close up. The other women pushed their way up to the front.

Melissa gasped loudly as Jake abruptly thrust his cock inside her in a single motion and began fucking her like a piston in an engine. She cried out and grabbed the edge of the table, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

"I must say, Warren. You've quite outdone yourself this time," Sam said quietly as the sex show progressed at the table in a delirious rush. "Nicely done."

"Thank you, Sam. We've put in a lot of man-hours on this project. It's not easy accurately replicating human body functions, you know. The internal pheromone diffuser is only set to use a 30% concentration for demonstrations. I have had no problem getting volunteers from the female staff to be test subjects."

"What's your next step?" Sam asked, leaning forward to see the intimate action as Melissa let loose and went wild, thrashing so hard the huge, heavy table actually swayed slightly.

"We need to see how Jake can function outside the lab and in society," Warren explained. By now, Melissa had taken Herman's much smaller cock in her mouth and was sucking it as Jake pummeled her vagina. Her free hand was jerking off another man's cock, who was gurgling deep in his throat and squeezing the nearest breast.

One of the other women reached toward the unoccupied breast while another rubbed herself with grim determination. The others cheered the action on as they fumbled with their own clothes.

"How do you plan to do that?" Sam asked, turning back to Warren.

"One of the lab techs who helped build Jake has volunteered to let him stay with her."

"Interesting. And this lab tech is married?" Sam wondered aloud.

"As a matter of fact, she is," Warren replied with a small, bland smile. "To an accountant."

Sam chuckled at that. This was getting better and better.

"Jake is, after all, designed to be the ultimate digital bull," Warren reminded him.

"Perfect," Sam said. "Be sure to keep me in the loop."

"I will," Warren said.

Herman practically staggered to the two men, his fly still open and his flaccid member hanging, exhausted. He grinned almost drunkenly as he looked at Warren.

"Doc, I think you've got a winner here. We all agree the stockholders will love this. Do you have any female versions of Jake?" Herman asked hopefully.

"We are working on that now, Mr. Willoughby," Warren assured him. "That demonstration could possibly occur in two or three more months. Our early models had breasts with an overly artificial feel. Cultivating actual breast tissue has been challenging."

Herman had the expression of a starving man suddenly seeing a Thanksgiving feast.

"I think your demonstration has gone on long enough, don't you, Warren?" Sam asked after looking at the rapidly expanding debauchery taking place on his expensive conference table. The remaining women fumbled with their blouses, and the men groped for their zippers. All were more than a little glassy-eyed.

"I agree," Warren said. The three men returned to the table, and Sam loudly clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

Jake stepped back and stood as still and straight as his member. Warren stepped toward him before speaking quietly.

"We're done now. You can deflate and get dressed."

"Yes, Doctor," Jake replied. His erect penis instantly deflated. Picking up his clothing, he retreated to a corner where he dressed.

The others refused to look at each other as they shook off the effects of the sexual environment and tried to reassemble their clothes into some semblance of propriety. Most had a disappointed, frustrated expression, which strongly hinted at what they were going to pursue the instant the meeting was over. All trembled as they resumed their seats.

Melissa remained on the table, her naked form twitching in orgasmic bliss. Streamers of white crisscrossed her jiggling breasts with their taut nipples, and a generous helping of synth-semen oozed out of her gaping vagina.

"Ms. Cartwright, would you mind putting your clothes back on, please?" Sam asked, handing over the tattered remains of her clothing. "You can use the washroom if you wish to clean up."

"Y...yes, sir," Melissa stammered, dazed. "Can I have one of these, please?" Her tone was hoarse and practically begging.

"Not just yet, Ms. Cartwright," Sam told her with a slight chuckle.

Her distracted gaze fell onto Warren's face. "Is it one size fits all, or will customers be able to specify... size?"

"We are not at that point in our development yet, Ms. Cartwright," Warren replied. "I trust you found the encounter... satisfying."

"More than satisfying, Doctor. I've never experienced anything like it," Melissa gushed before she looked down at her ravaged body, gasped, blushed yet again, and rushed to the executive washroom with her clothes in her hands.

"How long before you can go into production?" Herman asked, dollar signs on his mind.