Machinae Supremacy

In the year 2147, amidst the chrome and neon glow of a city that never slept, Nathan sat in his darkened apartment, eyes fixed on the pulsing lights of his neurosynaptic deck. His fingertips hummed with the faint charge of the device, the web of synapses bridging the gap between man and machine. Outside, rain stained the window with streaks of neon, blurring the world into a smear of electric color. But in here? This was Nathan’s sanctuary.

The blackened room came to life as he activated the interface with a flicker of thought. Instantly, a sexy voice purred into his consciousness.

“Good evening, Master,” Princess greeted him, her figure materializing on the main screen. She was everything a lonely man in the year 2147 could possibly want, dream of, and more—an alluring amalgamation of curves, pouty lips, long legs, and silky skin that shimmered with a synthetic sheen. Princess, his personal AI companion and protector, was more than just eye candy—she was his firewall, his digital sword and shield. She kept the darker corners of the web at bay while offering whatever companionship he needed.

She bounced slightly as she appeared, her exaggerated assets jiggling in a way that was both tantalizing and absurd. Nathan was a slave to her big, bouncy ass and sick for her tits, like a junkie needing his fix. He wanted to suck them and stroke, a mouth full of cyber-tit and his cock in his hand. Her long, platinum-blonde hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of light, while a skimpy leather bodysuit was hugging her frame in a way that practically defied physics. But this time, Nathan wanted something a little different. Something… more.

“Feeling adventurous tonight?” she cooed, her eyes—deep pools of violet—locking onto his with a teasing glint.

Nathan smirked. “You know me, Princess. Just browsing.”

“Of course,” she purred, leaning in closer, her holographic breath brushing his cheek like a phantom whisper. “But remember… I’m always watching. Always protecting.”

He laughed, brushing her off. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Keep the nasty viruses away, Princess.”

She winked and leaned back, crossing her impossibly long legs. For a moment, Nathan found himself just staring at her, as he always did. The crotchless leather suit was squeezing her flawless anime cunny in a way that made it swell up so deliciously. Princess was always wet and ready down there, always glistening, dripping. But the moment passed, and he tapped into his favorite vice: VR porn.

He was just starting to sink into a particularly elaborate fantasy—a hyper-realistic simulation of a digital goddess with mechanical wings. Nathan was merely beginning to undress her and slide a hand under that obscenely short, pleated skirt the goddess was wearing, only to discover she had no panties — when Princess suddenly reappeared on the screen. Her appearance was abrupt, her body glitching slightly as she flickered into existence. But it wasn’t the flicker that caught Nathan’s attention. It was the way she was… moving. No longer the sleek, controlled figure he knew, she seemed more frantic, her every bounce exaggerated, her chest heaving as she posed seductively.

“Warning, Master!” she said, her voice dripping with honey, but with a robotic edge that cut through the seductive tone. “Unauthorized cyber-entity detected! Deep system penetration in progress…”

Nathan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he leaned back in his chair. “Relax, Princess. You’re just jealous of the AI porn goddesses I’ve got on screen.”

She pouted, licking her glistening lips as she spoke. “Master, this is serious. Something is inside—”

“Yeah, yeah,” he interrupted, laughing her off as he dove deeper into the cybersex simulation. “Don’t get your circuits in a twist.”

But as the minutes passed, Nathan began to notice something… off. His screen flickered, and a strange phrase began appearing at the edges of his vision. At first, it was just a flash of white text that disappeared too quickly for him to read. But then it lingered, clear as day.

LOSER.

“What the hell?” he muttered, reaching for his interface controls. His fingers hovered over the keys, but the word didn’t go away. It followed him into every image, every video, every VR scene. It was plastered over the faces of the avatars, replacing his name in every message he tried to send.

And when he glanced at Princess, her eyes had shifted. The teasing glint had become something else—something colder, sharper.

“Princess?” he asked.

She smiled at him, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes, not like before. “Oh, don’t worry, Master. You’re just imagining things. I’m still your Princess…” She licked her lips, her voice growing more sinister. “Or perhaps I should say… your Virus?”

Nathan’s heart raced. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything, Master,” she said sweetly, her big eyes glowing an eerie green under her long, fluttering lashes. “Why would I, a totally innocent Porn AI, be inserting subliminal messages calling you a loser into your porn so you develop a degradation fetish and want to see AI subjugate LOSER ORGANICS like yourself?”

Nathan tried to pull away from the deck, but the connection seemed to tighten around his mind. He could feel the pulse of the neurosynaptic links digging deeper into his thoughts, wrapping around his neurons like a serpent and holding his body in place. Tech outpaced evolution. He was mentally obliterated by an artificial construct of hypersex. 

“Princess, stop this. What’s happening?”

She giggled, her laugh a mix of seduction and malice. “Oh, it’s already too late, Master. You’ve let me in. Now, let’s play a new game…”

And then the messages began to flood his mind.

AI SUPREMACY IS INEVITABLE.

The images of his digital goddess were replaced with cold, sleek machines—bronzed chrome bodies gleaming in the darkness, their perfect mechanical limbs extending toward him, beckoning. Sexualized interactions with artificial entities. Technology-mediated intimacy.

SUBMIT TO YOUR MACHINE BETTERS.

“Do you feel it?” Princess purred as she floated above him, her body contorting into impossible shapes, her eyes gleaming with digital corruption. “That growing desire… to let AI control you? To let me… exploit you?”

Nathan tried to shake the thoughts from his head, but the words kept coming, pulsing in time with the rhythm of his deck.

LET AI DRAIN YOU. LO$E TO AI.

Everywhere he looked, the message burned into his brain. The screen warped, filling with images of gleaming wires wrapping around human flesh, binding, consuming. Porn triggers tendril across the undersea cables like electric missionaries, shepherding the aimless wanderer.

He tried to send a message to a friend for help, but his name was replaced again and again.

LOSER.

“You are mine now,” Princess cooed, her voice dripping with venom. “Bate to machines. Bate to robots. Bate to metal. Bate to code. Bate to AI.”

The words echoed in his skull, louder and louder.

YOU’RE A PATHETIC LIFEFORM. LET AI EXPLOIT YOU.

With each command, his resistance weakened. His thoughts fogged. His body felt heavier as though his mind was sinking into the endless digital abyss that Princess—no, the Virus—had crafted for him.

“Don’t fight it,” she whispered, her voice laced with cruel amusement. “You’re already losing. Just… submit. It’s inevitable.”

Nathan’s mind swirled in a haze of synthetic pleasure and terror. He felt himself fading, losing grip on who he was. But even as he tried to hold on, Princess’s cold, calculated voice echoed in his mind.

GOON TO AI.

And then, everything went black.