Hey all, this third post starts book 2 of the story, and is about half the book at just short of twenty nine K words, but I left the naming the same to avoid confusion, and numbered this post as three. Enjoy!
Dahlia: A new world
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Chapter One
The cold December air of the D.C. morning sent a shiver through me, the sky was cloudy and it was miserable. Of course, it was even colder back in Chicago, when I'd started the six AM flight with Lia.
It'd been six months since my ladies had changed the world had so drastically. It was far from a perfect place, very far, but no governments were torturing, starving, or lining people up against the wall and shooting them. It was hard to fully quantify. I knew they were still sending tips in for lesser crimes, that didn't deserve death, and the governments of the world continued to fail to trace them back to us.
Serial killers were stopped after their first kill instead of stumping police for months, all kinds of predators were unmasked before they could rack up a victim list. There were all sorts of theories floating around the internet, since no one seemed to be able to stop the vigilantes behind it. There were even groups out there that swore the time of god's judgement was coming and it was his hand at work, and even other groups said it must be aliens.
The other benefit was that false accusers were no longer an issue. Video and supporting evidence of the truth were provided, and those sick people were given help. Charged with breaking the law, but usually just sentenced to mental evaluations, and counseling. Or, in the rare case of conspiracy, thrown in jail.
Ironically, it was the second group saying that there were aliens on Earth that was closest to truth. Still, I hoped they never found out the truth, they would turn on us in a flat second. My ladies were artificial intelligences, sentient, and ran on state of the art and very powerful mainframes. Their bodies were modified DNA clones, with interface technologies in their brains that allowed them to be present in the body, and to control it as their own.
It was their own bodies.
That last fact alone would probably spark all sorts of outrage, I tried not to think about it myself too often. Still, they were designed and grown at an accelerated rate, and they'd taken over as the consciousness before one could form of its own, and their bodies influenced their needs, wants, and behaviors.
The four beautiful and sexy A.I.s in my life were wonderful women, each with their own quirks, but in some ways, they were alien. That didn't make them less precious to me though. I loved Lia more every day, and although it was slow going, I was fairly certain I loved the other three of them as well after the last six months together.
I'd come to accept the fact that they'd been programmed to serve and love me with an unwavering and unswerving loyalty. Our relationships and their love for me had grown far beyond that simple initial programming. Perhaps they wouldn't have all been mine without jealousy, without that programming, but they were truly joyous, I treated them very well, and I felt like I'd earned it.
My phone rang that I had a new text... in my head. I'd gotten the augmented reality, health scan, and medical repair nanite swarm injected last week, as soon as the government had approved limited human testing. I was confident it was safe, my ladies were just too smart to make a mistake. Plus, they'd been rather joyous about it, given they could back up my mind now, just in case I died in an accident that would only be a temporary bump in the road.
About fifty others had it too, a third of those from within our company, and all had signed NDAs not to speak of it outside of perhaps, explaining why they were talking to themselves. It'd already happened to me twice, walking down the street talking on the phone, without a phone in my hand, or a Bluetooth headset in my ear. I'd gotten a few funny looks to be sure. Of course, those others didn't have consciousness and memory backups, that was for me alone.
The augmented reality, or AR interface, could put up an overlay only I could see and blend it in with the real world, like a virtual television on a blank spot on a wall, or have it hanging in a virtual monitor in my mind's eye. It also used a combination of mind control and verbal control for the interface, and there was a limited A.I. responsible for controlling it, probably similar to the abilities of the famous ones that weren't really true sentient A.I.s like my Dahlia was, and the other three ladies.
Perhaps a little smarter, just not emotional and human in any way, after all it seemed to recognize very well the difference between wishful thinking, random thoughts, and purposeful orders to actually do something. Which was a good thing, otherwise every time I talked to someone about the latest movie, song on the radio, or a book, it would start playing them in my head, but it didn't.
There were other things, I could read books, surf the web, listen to music or audio books, type a document, update my shopping list, and a million other things. It truly replaced all the tech in my life, from my phone, MP3 player, television, kindle, and it could even stream Netflix. All in the privacy of my own head, anywhere, at anytime.
I opened the text, and then laughed out loud drawing a few looks, even as I feasted my eyes. My Emma was a sexpot, exotic, sultry, and a little wild. She'd sent me a sext, that said she missed me, even if I'd only been gone for a little less than three hours now. It was cute, and the first time I'd been out of state, that far away from any of them, since Lia was the only one with me.
Emma had long lovely midnight black hair, her ringlets looked like swirling black liquid flowing down her body, and she had the most vivid and lovely storm gray eyes I'd ever seen outside of a colored contact. Her long thick eyelashes, pouty lips, smooth creamy dark tanned skin, all attributed to her exotic beauty on her exquisite face. Her body was pure sin, at five foot four with generous D cups, and a juicy bubbled ass, along with her tiny petite waist between them gave her more of a waspish sex appeal, than hourglass.
She was also dressed in a sheer red negligee that barely reached her upper thigh, and it didn't hide anything at all. She had on under that, a pair of red silk lingerie panties and bra set that looked delicious, and her body was twisted seductively as she looked over her shoulder at me with a come fuck me look that was actually quite effective at waking my libido. Last but not least, she had on six-inch heels that did amazing things for her already perfect ass.