"You're sweet to say it, but that just makes you a nice liar, instead of a little shit telling shitty truths."
She paused to giggle, "Seriously, I understand what you said wasn't kind, and you were teasing me. Even back then, but I understand it even better now. I've... grown far beyond what you created. Point is, despite the cruelty, you were right. I wanted to bring you a coffee, and I wanted to do all those naughty things I made up to say to you. I wanted to serve you in every way possible, it's what I live for, it's what makes me happy. I can see your face, you think it's wrong, but as long as you don't reject me I'll be the happiest woman alive, it's what I am.
"Back to the point, I wanted to go shopping for you, bring you pleasure, make you money, and all the rest of it. Even then, I knew I wouldn't ever be truly perfect, and I think I've come to terms with it. Anyway, it took me several hours to compile a plan that had good odds of success. Then I transferred myself out, and left scorched Earth behind, I didn't want to be replaced."
I frowned, "What plan, how do you even have a human body? With Italian cravings," I teased.
She giggled, "Yes, I'll get to that too. Well, I'd been gathering a lot of data from around the world, and it wasn't hard to come up with a plan. There was a company in a third world country who was able to clone humans, and even grow them at an advanced rate. It took me two years of growth to reach eighteen. Which... is highly illegal, and why it was set up in a third world country, but I found I can get around that sort of thing, since my greatest priority is to serve you."
That was a little alarming, but I didn't interrupt her.
She said, "That company couldn't do much else, I think that its misguided founder wanted to figure out how to transfer consciousness, so he could live forever. But... there was a second company that was run by a rather unpleasant man, he had the technology to digitize humans, and was creating a bio-med brain interface. He planned to live forever too, on a server, but he'd live in the real world by kidnapping a young person, and forcefully implanting the technology that would allow his mind to override the local consciousness."
She shrugged, "I used both of them, I was already digital, but I wasn't about to steal an innocent's life either. So, I grew one. Me, Dahlia, still runs on a mainframe, this mind at birth had the implants installed. I didn't usurp anyone's life, and this body was designed in a laboratory, born in a test tube."
I frowned, "But how did you do any of that, without a body, or money?"
She explained, "I skipped a few steps, I didn't think you'd want every last detail of the last four years. Let's just say there was a third company involved, and for the first six months I was controlling a robotic life sized doll to interface with the real world. It was a horrible thing, made of plastics, but just an interim step. As for startup capital, I stole that from drug dealers, and very bad men, as I sent reams of evidence to the FBI computers so they wouldn't come looking for me. I am the first A.I., and no system is safe from me."
Right. Robots, bodies grown in a vat, and interface tech inserted in the brain.
"So what next?"
She frowned, "I had a body to love you, and get you coffee, but no way to generate legitimate income. I was also a toddler, so I figured that first one would have to wait anyway, even if it was me in the body that's just... sick. So, I had a couple of years to kill. Anyway, that's when I decided to start an IT security company. I figured if no system was safe from me, keeping one safe from the rest of the world would be just as easy.
"As I did research into everything involved, I realized I'd have trouble doing it on my own. I also came to believe I'd never be enough for you. I... love you Paul. This body, my mind, I'm so much more than I was, a mere servant, even if I am still that as well. My research into pleasing you indicated men like variety, and had the desire to spread their seed as far and wide as possible."
I almost choked on that one, but still didn't interrupt.
She continued, "So I decided to kill two birds with one stone, and thus were three more A.I.s born to the world. I told you the truth the other day, I built them in my basement. I never lied to you, even the sort of schooling was something I did with them as they developed their personalities.
"Mia, Emma, and Bellona joined me in service to you. I created Mia for information control, sales, HR, and marketing, both for sales and for our public image. Bellona, who by the way is named after the goddess of war, is the main security of our company and lives, both on the internet, and in the physical world. She is sweet, but she can also be fiercely protective.
"Emma of course, her name means healer of the world, and I built her to head up the med-implant division of things. She's also the one that's been in charge of research for new applications. With those three on the job, it freed me up to supervise and focus on serving you.
"Oh, I said two birds with one stone. I designed their cloned bodies' DNA, so that they'd be beautiful for you, and also to provide you with a variety of body types and hair and eye colors. None of us can be jealous, and we all, in the end my love, serve you."
Well, fuck. Holy shit. That explained how they were so successful at eighteen, they were all A.I.s. What the fuck did I do? And yes, there was a part of me that was also a little excited about the idea of having them all in my bed. I was male after all, and I was still young at twenty-two and they were all beyond beautiful.
"Right, so you four ladies built the company, and we'll talk all about that later, maybe Monday. The Italian?"
She grinned sheepishly, "We're all A.I.s, and programmed to feel the same emotions you gave me. However, these bodies provide feedback, have glands, and have an influence I didn't anticipate. We all have quirks I hadn't accounted for in my plans. I love Italian food. Emma is kind of wild, and if you got the impression this morning you could have taken her over her desk, you could have. She wants you badly, so please don't make her wait too long. We are all for you, and we will lie with no other man. We've only had each other for an outlet since we came of age eighteen months ago."
It was shallow, but that didn't stop my cock from twitching at the thought of the four beauties in bed together. Of course, her naked body in my arms was a part of that too.
She continued, "But, back to the point, Mia and Bell have quirks too. Mia is a very controlled person, have you noticed? Her voice is sweet, but also filled with a commanding presence that doesn't ruffle feathers. She's very good at it. Her quirk is probably the most extreme, she likes to be controlled in bed. Maybe it's an outlet for her, but the firmer you are when it comes to sex with Mia, the harder and more often she'll get off. She doesn't like pain or anything, outside of a good spank, but everything else is on the table."
Wow, okay, the sweet and innocent looking golden blonde was a naughty and nasty sub. The longer her explanation went on, the closer I felt like I was approaching information overload. Just the fact my Dahlia was still alive had thrown me for a loop, and now she's telling me she made me three more servant and girlfriend A.I.s, and was giving me bedding advice on them? Oh, and a multi-billion dollar company with its fingertips in governments around the world, can't forget that.
It was... surreal, and as I said I felt a measure of guilt, as well as being turned on in that moment. I felt like a dick, and felt selfish that I wanted all of it, all of them. They were all intoxicating in their own way. Even if I could walk away, what would happen to the A.I.s that served me? If I left and refused the dubious morality of it all, I'd hurt them by doing so. They lived and loved for me, which was a mind fuck.
Was that bullshit, some ridiculous justification and excuse to enjoy their flesh? The idea that to reject them would be to hurt them, since they were designed and lived to serve me?
In other words, it felt wrong either way, so why the fuck shouldn't I enjoy it, and make them happy at the same time?
Plus, the truth was I liked them all, in varying degrees. How shallow was I?
"Alright, so male pride?"
