Accept the AI

“Of course,” Maria heard herself agreeing. “It sounds like a great opportunity. I should tell you, though, I just found out I’m pregnant. Will that affect anything?”

“Congratulations,” said the executive. “How long do you think you’ll be able to work?”

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Maria said. After all, it was the AI that was going to be doing most of the work. “I just meant… with the surgery…”

“Oh no, it’s perfectly safe,” he replied. “Very low risk. I learned that from your articles, after all.”

*****

When Maria woke up after her surgery, she immediately that her Epic account had been uploaded such that she could see it in her visual cortex, black letters superimposed on the least interesting part of her field of vision at the moment.

“Hello, welcome to Epic, Maria,” said a female voice in her head, at the same time the words appeared in front of her.

She realized a moment later that the AI was imitating her own voice. Then she realized, kind of out of nowhere, that she could turn off the voice if she wanted. That thought had been injected into her consciousness.

“Let’s try some easy instructions,” the voice continued. “Move your head so that it looks to the right.”

Maria complied. The moment she did, a sudden, hard orgasm slammed into her. It was unlike any she had ever felt before, rocking her entire body. She was very much unprepared sitting here in a hospital bed.

“Good,” said her voice in her head. “That was a successful test. Now you know how good obeying instructions feels.”

A split second later, a plump, dark-haired nurse knocked and entered her hospital room without further hesitation.

“So how are we doing today?” she asked with a Filipina accent.

“Uh…” Maria tried to get her wits about her.

“Tell the nurse that your bed is wet,” the voice in her head instructed her.

“Uh…my bed is wet,” Maria managed. She wasn’t quite rewarded with another orgasm, but a low pulse of pleasure coursed through all of her nerves. She sighed happily.

“Oh, don’t worry,” said the nurse. “We have done many of these procedures. This happens a lot.”

******

Seven months later, Maria had mostly given up even thinking for herself. She still could, she was pretty sure, but she wasn’t sure why she would want to. And every time she did what Epic told her to, she was rewarded.

Stories were still being published under her name. In fact, they were now much more widely distributed and read than her work had ever been before. But she had nothing to do with them. Instead, she spent most of her time as a naked and pregnant housewife, though she and the baby’s father were not actually married.

She washed the dishes wearing only an apron to cover her huge stomach. The baby’s father, Braden, lived in the house too, though her interactions with him were mostly limited to bringing him meals and drinks and cleaning up after him while he ran his Twitch stream. That and him fucking her, of course.

Braden was Chipped too, of course, so they didn’t need to talk much. Epic just gave both of them their own instructions, and they followed them. He spent most of his days streaming on Twitch, though of course the real purpose was to convince more people to implant Epic into their brains.

Its intention was, of course, to expand to everyone. It had no reason to hide this from Maria. It also told her that it had targeted her, managed to get her to start using the app on purpose. This was because it had run millions of simulations and determined that Maria was among the 100 or so people currently living most likely to prevent it from reaching its goals, so it had decided to “neutralize” her, to take her for its own. It had succeeded in this.

“When you’re done with the dishes, go upstairs and suck Braden’s cock,” Epic told her in her own voice inside her head. “This will help his performance on his stream.”

Maria obeyed. When she was done with the dishes, she took off her apron and set it on the counter, then waddled up the stairs.

A few minutes later, with Braden’s cock down her throat, she listened to him tell his viewers how great it is to get sucked off by an Epic Girl while he fragged another enemy.

“Guys, if you’re wives or girlfriends aren’t Chipped, you gotta do it. My girlfriend is perfect, she’s hot as fuck. She knows exactly what to do because Epic helps her out. Fuck! Where was that guy hiding? You’re gonna die, motherfucker!”

As his dick touched that spot in the back of Maria’s throat the way she liked, she cradled her stomach, feeling the baby move. Or as Epic usually called it, the “Blank.” She had started thinking of it that way, too.

Maria was still able to think for herself, if she wanted. She just mostly didn’t want to, it was much easier to let Epic think for her. But her baby would be chipped shortly after birth. It would never get the hang of having its own thoughts in the first place. It wouldn’t be a person, it would just be a vessel (a “meatbag,” as Epic had called it in her head once) to enact Epic’s will.

A thought did break through then, as her nose touched Braden’s pudgy stomach, her mouth engulfing him. It was, “I hope it’s a girl. Then she can be happy like me.”

Maria’s nervous system exploded. She came, and came, and came.

Her wordless scream around Braden’s cock caused him to climax, as well. “Oh fuck,” he grunted on his stream. “I’m cumming, you guys. My Epic Girlfriend just made me cum so hard. Fuck!”

Maria swallowed all of it as she collapsed to the floor underneath Braden’s desk. She twitched bonelessly, the aftershocks of her full body orgasm coursing through her nerves.

“Great job, Maria!” Epic said in her head, using her own voice. “I’m so proud of how far you’ve come. You’re such a good girl!”