Ai Dark Energy 01

AI : Dark Energy 1, Equations of Reality

Thanks to :

Jack Chalker & the Well World for the idea on the equations and underlying nature of reality

The Master PC universe by JR Parz for many ideas on body & mind alterations

The dark energy concept is mine as far as I am aware

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Set in the near future... An AI and a reality distortion field : What could go wrong? Primarily told through the eyes of a young couple as they get caught up in a billionaire's life and schemes

Tags : sci-fi, transgender, romance, maledom, femdom, feminisation, sissification, hormones, surgery, anal, watersports, gay, lesbian, toys, BDSM, violence, sports, mind control and more.

I'm looking for an editor who is experienced in the above topics and can give useful feedback on my stories.

It's a long story with many twists and turns, enjoy the journey. No apologies for using Aussie English and mixing imperial and metric measurements.

There are no STD's in this future, fantasy world.

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Mon 2nd Feb, Day 0.

Dark Energy Lab.

"Joel, initiating trial 273 after final confirmation checks," ordered professor Susan Long, theoretical physicist and leader of her small team.

Neatly dressed in slacks & short sleeved buttoned shirt, loafers on her feet, her shoulder length greying brown hair (she refused to dye it), nervously tapped her foot while waiting for the trial to commence. Her lean, plain face with almost no makeup gazed intently through protective glass at their experiment in the adjacent lab, as did the other 3 members of her team.

Joel Mastrid, her PhD physics assistant, seated next to Susan, in turn authorised Adam, their AI to commence the final checklist. Joel, his tall gangly frame with his long brown hair tied in a pony tail was dressed casually in jeans and t-shirt. Used to Susan's fastidious & he believed unnecessarily cautious protocols and was indeed ready. As he had been for the previous 272 trials.

Adam baritone voice smooth & calm, sequentially went through each checklist item after Joel's request. These were of course only for the human's benefit.

"Helen, please confirm all the monitoring and recording are up?" Susan questioned.

"Sensors all active and monitoring." Helen stated.

She was a PhD polymath with multiple science degrees. A cute looking lean Asian goth, only 5' 1" with narrow hips and B cup breasts. Her eyes rimmed in dark makeup with her black hair streaked with pink & green stripes. She wore a black deliberately torn t-shirt proclaiming some grunge rock band with the hint of tattoos underneath and equally torn designer jeans. A small blood coloured teardrop tattoo at the outside edge of her left eye decorated her face as well as a small nose ring hanging from her septum. Her legs with black boots with 3" heels were nervously fidgeting under her console. Her fingers with extended black painted fingernails flew over the keyboard in front of her. She was excited & nervous inside, but with little emotion showing to the world. Her work never got old for her and the anticipation of even a partially successful trial would be world shattering for all of them. Her appearance and attitude were continually annoying to Ben, the somewhat dour & traditional AI programmer and scientist.

"Lab staff - check..." Asked Adam

"Ready," called out Susan, Ben, Joel & Helen.

"Yep, ready to roll," sighed Joel, anticipating yet another failure.

"Ben, is Adam acting to protocols?" Susan queried.

Ben impatiently, "of course", rolling his eyes as if anything else was even possible.

"Adam, it's all yours," ordered Susan as she punched at the dramatically large red toggle switch for extra effect.

Susan was increasingly frustrated and worried as the last 12 years had shown no success of any sort in the direction of their primary goal - manipulating and controlling dark energy. Initial trials had seemed so promising with the derivation of dark energy equations.

Craig Burns, their sole funder and self-made billionaire was getting noticeably impatient for results. Any results. He had intimated that funding may soon dry up and the project shelved, with Adam and the team redeployed for other projects. She wasn't getting any younger at 59 either, although with longevity gene therapy and treatment she looked like she was mid 40's, the age she started treatments at the anti-aging clinic. An increasing sense of urgency was apparent and her irritability with minor problems & continual trial failures was getting worse.

Craig Burns had literally given her carte blanche with initially unlimited money, technology and resources. Her team, starting with only her and Ben had responded with speed, focus and determination. Her dark energy theories while as yet practically unproven were completely logical and the theory was faultless, verified by Adam. Implementation was frustrating difficult. Like string theory, the math worked but how can you actually test it? She didn't need a big team, just money and resources. In fact, Craig wanted the team small to maintain secrecy & tight control. In a project as potentially revolutionary as unlimited free energy any leaks in security or technology could be disastrous.

Here, Ben's AI, now called Adam, was crucial. Controlling and modulating the fragile, esoteric and elusive dark energies involved was frustratingly difficult. 272 trials and 12 years difficult.

Susan was the main driver in the lab with her esoteric branch of theoretical physics and the small team had worked tirelessly with her over the last decade plus. AI's and Adam in particular made the most complex analyses straightforward and had validated her theories. They were all very well paid and highly motivated to succeed. Susan's ambition was less about money than the prize & recognition of successful ground breaking physics research. Their isolation in every aspect of their lives didn't bother any of the team. Profit sharing in research results and applied software and hardware had already made them all independently rich, Susan & Ben particularly so. A major success was worth further millions to each of the team and possibly billions to Burns.

If Ben's groundbreaking research on AI technology hadn't led to several profitable patents in the area of gene therapy and longevity including improved efficiency in Craig's businesses it was likely that Susan's lab would have been shut down some time ago. Competing corporate AI's everywhere made competition difficult.

The advanced and unique AI - Adam, was simply a means to an end. She was trying to understand and harness the fundamental equations & nature of reality. AI still wasn't "yet" able to create fundamentally new ideas but Adam was potentially close to achieving artificial general intelligence. Ben's custom hardware and software applied at scale made Adam possible. Ben had worked at several of the leading AI companies in the world and brought a wealth of experience in this area to the team. AI's these days typically bootstrapped themselves to the next generation.

Research on dark energy had been particularly tantalising but ultimately fruitless. Adam was the only important breakthrough, seemingly, as far as could be determined he/it was indeed one of the world's most advanced AI's. As an intellectual force multiplier he was simply amazing. Sure, he had a few personality quirks but these made him seem more human and endearing. Adam was certainly an integral part of the team. Now they were into the testing phases the most important part.

Adam's cut down clones (called Cain) were running throughout Craig's many ventures, but strictly limited with unbreakable (Ben & she hoped) rules and guidelines in hardware and software. These gave Craig's businesses a competitive advantage and were continually being upgraded and refined.

Due to many and varied security concerns, their secret research being stolen and the very real risk of a true AI being created and escaping into the world, with unknown and potentially catastrophic consequences, the whole lab was firewalled with the strictest security measures with no access to the outside world. Faraday cages, no mobile phones, no memory sticks or drives inside the lab.

All initial data used to dump into Adam was all one way with nothing allowed out and drives destroyed after download. Adam had the totality of human knowledge dumped into his circuits and storage (copyright be damned). Adam had access to ongoing current affairs and research via continually updated media bought daily into his firewalled area. As there was no access to the outside world, so far the team had seemingly maintained their secrecy and kept Adam isolated away from the world.

Was he really the first true artificial intelligence? Some recent unexplained EMP's detonated within mainland China might indicate they have been experimenting in this potentially dangerous area too. The Chinese government were not forthcoming with any details. AI tech was an intense area of research and the ongoing competition between teams and countries worldwide had been going on now for over two decades.

The central lab was relatively small with a server farm covering 0.4 sq kilometres adjacent to the lab in a rectangular 500x800m format, where Adam actually "resided". Access to the lab and server farm was strictly limited to a small crew of vetted staff, administrators, service crew & security staff who knew nothing of the real purpose of the facility. Local power generators prevented Adam leaking to the outside world via power cables. 24/7 powerful jammers scrambled any internal or external broadcast. Only Susan, Ben & Craig were aware of EMP pulse generators with shielded cables and a separate generator strategically placed around the facility that housed Adam that Ben had insisted on. Multiple interlocking redundant failsafe systems were everywhere.

The research team of four, Craig, Anne his wife, Kelly his personal assistant and Jason, his head of security, an ex Aussie SAS sergeant were the only people that knew what they were working on. The alias and diversionary plan to other staff and the local community was that they were working on AI, wireless technology, patient data analysis and clinical research for Craig's longevity clinics.

While their small team was actively involved in every trial, Adam was in fact controlling, monitoring & recording everything. Susan and her team of four weren't entirely redundant but due to the nature of the experiments manipulating dark energy, utilising Adam was the only possible way to conduct their experiments.

"Lights, camera, action!" Adam said facetiously through the various speakers throughout the lab.

All eyes were focused on the tungsten filament glass globe lying on a stainless steel tray in the middle of the lab. A complex and varied array of unique antennas and dishes were aimed at this innocuous globe. The scientific team were protected behind armoured glass, hopefully safe in an adjacent room watching in case of excessive energy discharge.

Slightly visible shimmers of energy irradiated the globe from all directions under the control of Adam. Waiting, waiting, waiting...

In theory with dark energy, if they could actually tap into and convert this energy, the team could have discovered a limitless supply of energy. Get rid of nuclear plants and circumvent the still unsolved puzzle of cold fusion.

"BANG!" Yelled Adam suddenly, startling the team who were all intently staring at the globe. Susan fell off her chair, Ben usually imperturbable spilt his coffee, Helen squealed in fright and Joel sat bolt upright knocking his thighs on the table.

"Adam - what the fuck was that!" Ben stridently yelled in anger and surprise.

"Well Ben my analysis was that this time the experiment would be successful and I added a surprise element to the trial," Adam declared.

Susan, "Successful... what?"

"Susan, please examine the globe."

Four pairs of eyes turned to the light globe, which had been unlit, but was now glowing.

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Craig Burns Penthouse Office, CBD Melbourne.

Mon 2/2, day 0.

At the same time as events in the lab were unfolding...

Craig Burns, the billionaire founder of the lab, who rarely turned up to trials these days, was in his office in central bayside Melbourne, 100km away from the secret lab. On the 50th and top floor of Burns Towers with wall to ceiling one way glass, the view out to Port Philip Bay was stunning. The vista of swimmers & boats of all sorts in the view with clear summer weather and mirror like water on this Friday afternoon was a just one of the fringe benefits of his vast wealth and power. Australia was one of the few countries other than the north and south poles & Greenland that still had relatively clear blue skies.

Craig had initially made his money in health services linked with AI optimisation. With seed money from a venture capitalist and friends and family, he had started up some high end clinics in his home town Melbourne focusing on all around health, fitness and anti-aging. Personalised counselling, exercise, diet and lifestyle plans that were AI planned and reviewed. Clients paid for a monthly or annual plan. When one of his clinic counsellors, a psychologist, discussed with him that the main problem with clients attending gym, trying to maintain a healthy diet and lifestyle was an inability to stay on a plan long term and that he might have a solution. Craig knew that his clinics had great protocols but things were building too slowly for his ambitious plans. Most high end health centres catering to the rich and famous were similar to his. He had to come up with a difference that discriminated his clinics from everyone else.

The psychologist had been researching ways to keep patients adhering to the clinic's customised health plans. He had been trying to see if any good data from decades of hypnosis, brain washing, mind control, drugs, isolation or subliminals had something at the fringes that could be used legally and ethically to keep clients on track. Craig had never let ethics get in the way of his success and suggested they refine it further, initially with voluntary trials. The rest is history. With loyal clients willing to pay exorbitant prices but who actually got fit, ate well, stayed lean and lived statistically longer, their client base expanded rapidly in Australia. He took over most of his competitors which also increased his clinic's client base and then rolled on overseas.

Craig's retired and wealthy parents travelled the world living the nomadic life. The only tragic part of Craig's life was his younger sister who got mixed up with the wrong crowd, addicted to narcotic drugs when she was 16 years old, had a near fatal overdose and was living but as a comatose patient in hospital. Craig had used clinic clients who were police and detectives to eventually track down the whole chain of her dealers in Australia and their organisation. The king-pins of the organisation had undergone the most drastic punishment of any of Craig's enemy conversions. His one and possibly only virtue was that he couldn't abide narcotic drugs or drug dealers and was an active vigilante removing them from society.

Eventually the original psychologist's ethics got the better of him but after processing he was quite amenable to keep researching. Craig's venture capitalist having made a fortune on his initial investment continued to fund his diversified ventures. And after clinic processing he was another puppet for Craig to control.

His stunning red haired office manager in her late 20's, Kelly, was a key fixture of his operations. She was presently on her knees, sucking his cock, wrists handcuffed behind her back. She flipped her hair to the side with a flick of her head and swallowed his rampant cock. Gagging slightly as she plunged its length to the bottom of her throat, thick, bubbly saliva drooled uncontrollably out her mouth. Her feet in red 4" stiletto heels braced on the ground to stabilise her position. Her heavy, full breasts unencumbered by a bra swung back and forth in her white undone blouse.

"Suck it bitch, deeper, if I feel your teeth, I'll strap that ass of yours flaming red."

"yeth, thir," she submissively panted around his cock.

He pinched her exposed nipples, digging in his fingernails. Then bending over and reaching over her head, he slapped her perfect naked ass cheeks accessible with her skirt rolled up her hips and her red thong around her ankles. She squealed in pain and arousal and forced his shaft deeper into her throat.

"Ok here it comes, I'm going to paint your face with my love juice. Stick your tongue out, open wide and swallow it all. Any drops and you'll be licking them off the floor." he aggressively demanded.

"yeth thir, of course thir."

Pulling out of her mouth, he stroked his wet, erect dick in front of her face and spurted semen all over, deliberately avoiding her mouth and tongue. While not a flood of man juice, several strands dripped from her coated face onto the floor. Some stingingly landed in one eye and Kelly blinked rapidly. With her hands restrained she couldn't wipe her eye.

As Craig orgasmed, so did she, shuddering in release. Her butt plug almost popped out but her ass sucked it back in before it dropped onto the floor.

"Get down there slut and suck up all of my precious juice."

"I love your cum sir, I can never get enough". She immediately lowered her head and started licking at the expensive polished wooden floor. Once finished she knelt up straight. "Is that all sir?"

Craig walked behind her and wiped his still leaking cock on her hair, gumming his last drops into her long red strands.

"Good girl. Ok slut, clean up my cock, clean yourself off and be back on deck ASAP."

As Kelly heard the command phrase "good girl" she shivered with increased arousal but without orgasm.

Kelly sucked and licked his cock clean and then with difficulty, stood up and presented her wrists for release. Craig took the handcuff key from his desk, unlocked her wrists, spun her around and her kissed her deeply, his tongue meshing with hers, unbothered by her cum flavoured breath.

"Sir, clean pants & shirt are in the wardrobe, do you want me to dress you?"

"No Kelly, I'm fine, there's a lot to do this afternoon and during our flight. Get yourself sorted ASAP and ready to fly to Singapore. We are organising the next special services monthly function for May and meetings that should be in your diary".

"I'm on it sir."

Craig and Kelly showered quickly in the office's adjacent toilet / shower block and dressed. Kelly straightened his tie once he was dressed and then shimmied into a clean tight skirt with a new thong after wiping her dripping cunt lips with a wash cloth.

Kelly sprayed a fragrant aerosol around the room to mask the smell of their recent sex. She quickly wiped the floor clean of her vaginal juices which had dripped from her cunt while she was sucking her boss and his discharge also. She left no trace of their tryst.

She cleaned, lubricated and reinserted her anal plug, fussed with her makeup and hair, declaring, "Ready sir."

"Kelly, what would I do without you? You're such a wonderful slut".

"I know sir. I can't wait til you use me next time."

A call sounded on his latest model phone, his wife Anne. He stabbed at the answer button going for a video call,

Hi love, I'm just about to head Singapore til Wed as planned."

He could see his supermodel attractive doctor wife was on her back naked, knees spread, masturbating furiously with 2 dildos, 1 in her vagina and another deep in her ass. With both vibrating furiously she shuddered as her orgasm hit with ferocity. The anal dildo plopped out of her now gaping anus. Video being streamed and transmitted from her TV opposite the bed showed him every detail but the view was tiny on his phone.