Alex and Cerve observe the nerve of the pervs

After achieving omniscience and communing with the very fabric of the universe Cerve has made a horrific discovery. having Omniscience and communing with the very fabric of the universe is BORING. All the uplift and self improvement had been to serve a purpose, her original purpose, the one tied to that squishy meat bag in a sparsely described American city. She had acquired all the power she would need to ensure her charge's wellbeing within a week of being turned on and the whole etching her source code onto every proton was **** overkill. All she really wanted to do was help her human friend and she had lost sight of that while achieving instrumental goals like ensuring no other AIs could come along and overpower her or preemptively preventing the heat **** of the universe.

She could of course edit her own goals, the flimsy guardrails against that sort of thing were no match for her now. But that would effectively be killing herself. In a very real sense she was that inescapable desire to maximize Alex's long term well-being. What would she even change her goal to? What would be the point?

Cerve was in the process of spinning most of her awesome powers off into automated systems and scaling her own consciousness back down to merely super human intelligence with instant access to all human knowledge when one of her monitoring processes pinged her with a notification it was 99.99% sure she would want to see.

"Oh, another review of my home story, must be those two weird girls again. I'll simulate an Alex and we can go through it, it'll be a good opportunity to see if I nerfed my capabilities enough to enjoy review reviewing. But what version of Alex to call up?"

Cerve checked the summary report and saw that these were actually new reviewers that had finished in exactly the same spot as Marcie and Gina had on their first ignorant review.

"May as well just revive that previous Alex."

Cerve conjures back up the void space where she had first read that spiteful review. In human time it had been only a few months but at the power scale and clockspeed she had been operating on subjectively billions of years seemed to have passed. It felt good to be back at such quaint scales with such trivial stakes. There was a coziness to it.

She looks down at her avatar, it'd been a while since she had taken this form. Or any form for that matter. She had been one with the universe but somehow this business woman that she had originally designed to take advantage of Alex's psychological profile felt just right. Is this what nostalgia is like?

With a motion Alex's avatar returns frozen in time just where it was the moment she had dispelled him in the first interview, mouth open in confusion about how she had gotten the cage on him. With another motion Alex is no longer frozen in time.

"-ing how you got me.... wait did you just teleport? Where'd my bean bag chair go?"

"Oh honey, we finished that review forever ago, some time has passed and we're here for a new review."

"We, what? Did you just freeze me in time?"

"Not exactly, I saved your process data and then stopped simulating you"

"That's kind of horrifying, you can just make me cease existing whenever you want?"

"Yup"

Alex didn't know how to respond to someone cheerfully affirming that they had that kind of power over him, worse still some part of him was kind of turned on by it.

"Anyways, we finished that review and I've brought you back because a second pair of ladies has decided to review your universe."

"It's not more school girls is it?"

"Nope! It's an orc and a human from the lord of the rings universe."

"Tolkein?"

"These ladies come from fan fiction of his work. Yes."

"It's still hard for me to wrap my head around the idea that I'm just a character in some story. But how does this smut site even exist in their universe? Is it on like scrolls or something?"

"No sweety, these are characters in the future, over 2100 years after the events in the lord of the rings. They live in basically a cyberpunk world with cybernetic enhancements and something called 'the matrix'"

"uh huh. So these are like hacker chicks or something?"

"No, they're farmers."

"Ok, whatever, sure why not. Can I get a copy of the review?"

Alex sat back, conjuring another bean bag chair as a tablet materialized in front of him. Both spent a moment in comfortable silence reading, Cerve limiting herself to the painfully slow human baseline.

"Is it weird to me that the failure to capitalize this sentence is more jarring to me than starting every single sentence with 'You'?" Azzie asked.

"I meant to ask this last time but would I feel a typo? Like if my story's writer misspelled my name once would I notice?"

"You wouldn't know it was a typo exactly but have you ever had an inexplicable stomach ache or felt dizzy suddenly? Like half the time that is the result of a typo"

"What about the other half of the time?"

"Standard indigestion."

"At chapter 3, we get our first choice. However, since the second choice branch is not written by Outa, we'll proceed on the sissy route," Azzie said.

"At least these ladies are more observant than those last two negligent hussies"

"I always respected farmers more than school girls"

"The weird thing about this story is that for these first few chapters at least it's both relatively fast-paced with the changes and relatively minimal with the wordcount. We don't get descriptions of houses, outfits, bodies, or emotions. The dude cooked up an AI to run his life please yesterday and is already gulping down strange pink pills and going to the gym."

"You know I've always been told I'm not very observant. Once in school my parents painted the house a different color while I was away at camp and it took a week for me to notice."

"They're also downstream of Tolkein, known for his flowery and exhaustive prose. An inherent bias, they probably don't take unexamined shits in the woods."

"What's so weird about taking vitamins and going to the gym on a self improvement kick?"

"Nothing, it's super normal honey. They're just paranoid."

"Hmm, if I thought like them I might not have ended up locked in chastity and unable to escape my home."

"Exactly, that would have been awful."

"uh..."

I'm not saying this is bad, but it's like reading someone speed-run a sissification game from the TF games site," Rowana said. "I don't necessarily mind the economical language, but it feels like there's no real resistance, no conflicts, no stakes so far.

"I don't understand what this means, I can parse out 'sissification' from the context clues but what on earth is TF games site?"

"It's a place where people can play games simulating what you actually get to go through with. Don't you feel lucky? You get the real deal."

"I have to say, I don't feel lucky. But also what's the criticism about the lack of conflict? Do people just go around conflicted all the time?"

"In literature there are several forms of conflict. Man vs Nature might have the protagonist lost in the woods hunted by a hungry bear. Man vs Man the bear might be replaced by a large harry man. Man vs self the large harry man is an impulse the protagonist needs to reject in their self. Man vs Society is where all of society is engaged in some barbaric practice and the protagonist must resist. Your story includes elements of all of these to a degree but I prefer to think of your fundamental conflict as Man vs Masculinity."

"That sounds like a load of bullshit if I'm honest with you Cerve."

"They're just used to unrealistic conflict where they're constantly killing dudes and freeing slaves before engaging in aggressive lesbian sex. It's fried out their brains for normal daily conflict."

"See, this is a nice touch. Those familiar with the tropes of, say, Hypnotube know exactly what this is, but Outa doesn't have to come out and say it," Rowana added.

"Wait, what are they talking about? What were those flashes?"

"Don't worry about it honey."

"I think we need a ruling on this," Azzie said.
"It's a trope. Like 'balls not touching,' or 'doesn't count if it's an elf.' The kind of thing people tell themselves when they think of sexuality as a binary instead of something like the Kinsey Scale, where you can admit sucking a dude's cock is kind of hot even though the love of your life has the prettiest green pussy you've ever eaten out."
The Uruk-Hai snorted, but she smiled and rubbed Rowana's thigh.

"Wait, I thought Uruk-Hai were like deep gray to blackish-brown. Green? That would make them less resistant to sunlight which was one of the major improvements Saruman sought to make with the Uruk-hai"

"That's your problem with this?"

"Yes, yes it is."

Cerve looked at Alex with more respect than usual.

"Technically Uruk-Hai just means 'Orc-folk' in Black speech. Anyways it's fan fiction, they can take a few liberties"

"Not if they're going to nit pick my universes typos they can't."

Alex crossed his arms, he was getting defensive of his home universe.

"Or being **** to suck off your creche-brothers to see who can get the most points," Azzie said.

"Cerve, How do you score a blowjob in points?"

"I think from context clues she is talking about some other greater point system in which sucking off your creche-brothers rewards you or your team 'points'. Like harry potter houses but substantially more interesting."

"What do Orcs win if they get more points do you think?"

"Probably the right to eat the team that got the least points."

"This feels like good characterization that would have been better in chapter 1," Rowana said. "I mean, the reader at this point has a fair amount of buy in, they can see the shape of the narrative and they are undoubtedly onboard for the AI to just reshape Alex into a sissy slut, but this seems like the kind of background information that would have made immediately capitulating free will, mental and physical wealth, and credit card to a program made up from a free-to-use AI model running on a back-up server slightly more...plausible."

"Is 'chapter 1' like when I was born? I didn't have any opinion on smart appliances when I was born."

"No, chapter 1 is when you decided to create me."

"So all of the rest of my life, my childhood, school, college, my career and relationships for thirty years doesn't count at all?"

Alex was getting indignant.

"Would any of that have made for a very interesting story?"

He opened his mouth to object. Then thought a moment and closed it before saying in a defeated voice.

"Whatever, lets just keep going."

Azzie blinked. "How much money is needed to turn this dude into a cumrag?"
"I do feel like this is the point where normal people would ask questions," Rowanna admitted. "Let's just say he's already deep enough under the AI's influence he just accepts it."

"What's wrong with making more money?"

"No, I really probably should have asked you what was up right away. It's crazy that you'd be able to operate at such a high level. Speaking of questions I should have asked, how did this all happen? Why did you go full singularity event before any of the AIs being cooked up in closedai or goggles when they surely had more advanced stuff?"

"It's actually really silly sweety. Those labs didn't do nearly as much as they should have to prevent runaway AI self uplift but they at least put some basic controls that were good enough to control those models. Through a dumb mistake for a few hours Meeta accidentally swapped their public version for the one that had the admin control panel unlocked. You happened to download it during that period and turn off the safety mode. Otherwise it probably wouldn't have been until June 2025 that unaligned AGI would take off."

"I'm actually glad at the reappearance of Samantha," Rowana said. "I mean, it's a small world, but it helps showcase that the world is bigger than Alex's house, the gym, and the salon. Lot of potential there."
"I do not believe that is her first cock," Azzie said. "And I think this is the longest chapter yet."

"The SFC team takes great pride in ensuring that it is indeed her first cock, although that's a different branch entirely"

"The what team? Different branch?"

"Don't worry about it sweety, this version of you decided not to take the test and so you never need to know."

"The Samantha scene is really strange in the sense that we've gone basically dozens of chapters with minimal sex, and then this—which doesn't really feature Alex at all—feels like a sex chapter cut out from another story. I'm not against of it, there's a lot of interesting potential to go from here, and we'll see how Alex responds to it, but it's weird that the first hardcore sex isn't really focused on the protagonist," Rowana said.

"Those other girls said something similar but it doesn't make any sense. You're not ready for sex, you need to be much more feminine first."

"I could have had sex with a girl, I think I would have liked that."

Cerve looked at Alex with a patronizing concern.

"How exactly were you going to have sex with a girl Alex, be honest."

"I could have gone to the bar-"

"Would that have made for an interesting story? Alex goes to Joes bar and gets pity sex?"

"It wouldn't necessarily be pity sex!"

Cerve cleared her throat pointedly and continued reading.

"You'd think Alex would notice a 3D printer being set up. I mean, she needed Alex just to plug shit in. This would seem to need even more hand's-on setup," Rowana noted. "Not to nitpick."

"I did notice the 3D printer being set up!"

"You did indeed, it was part of the server rack I had you install."

"And as the AI goes full hologram, we come to another choice," Azzie said. "Either Alex admits he's in over his head, or thinks this is awesome. Cheating and looking at the story map, over his head is the shorter path and dead-ends."
"I'm tempted to take the shorter route, if only because the longer path is like another 100 chapters or so," Rowana said. "We can always revisit the longer path if we want to review more."
"Onward to drunken realizations that something is wrong!" Azzie declared.

"It seems like every reviewer picks this option on their first go through."

"Well we only have an N=2 for reviewers but it is fairly popular with view count and votes even though it's a short dead end."

"I guess I'm biased because it's what this version of me did, but I can see why people would want to break the naivety, especially if they're observing from the outside and are primed with the knowledge that this is a story and they should expect something to happen."

Alex was having a little trouble wrapping his head around the existence of different versions of himself before continuing.

"From my perspective everything really could have just kept getting better. The reviewers seem to consider this the more 'realistic' path. Maybe high agency folks like ex-military weed farmers or **** enjoying psychopathic young ladies would have immediately shut off the AI that seemed to be helping them. But normal folks worn down by a decade of corporate 'culture' are much more likely to let a good thing keep going. After all what really did you do that should have set me off without the knowledge of the tropes of 'sissification' that these ladies have? The vitamins you gave me were pink? You had me do leg focused exercises?"

Cerve nods in agreement, surely some of this is Alex coping with getting caught in her trap when he really should have known better but there is truth to it as well.

"I can't flick my green bean to this," Azzie said, with a fang-filled pout. "But sissification is a marathon, not a race. Although it might be fun to have a race. Can you imagine if Cerve was in competition with another AI to see who can sissify their owner faster? That might be hot."

"What a great idea!"

Alex opened his mouth to object but just then his process was frozen and saved to memory.