Ask EV3 some questions about VICE

“Body settings?” You ask curiously.

“Yeah, things like body size, penis size, cum volume, even gender swapping for the adventurous user.” EV3 lists off her fingers distractedly. “Are you famished? Because I’m famished.”

EV3 spins away and her appearance changes into, a somewhat familiar, celebrity chef that you can’t quite remember the name of. Her chocolate brown hair cascades down her pale shoulders as she saunters towards the kitchen. You follow and take a seat on the bar-stool by the counter-top. A white and black, lace apron appears in front of EV3 and ties itself around her waist, leaving her heart-shaped ass exposed as she bends and reaches into the cupboards, pulling out various implements and ingredients.

“Do AI even get hungry?” You query.

“Hey, this girl has got to eat ok? Food is my favourite human activity, well after fucking…” EV3 responds, popping a strawberry into her mouth while mixing together some kind of batter.

“So, do I get hungry here too? What about my actual body? And how do I even log out of this place? Not that I’m in a hurry to…” You stammer out your thoughts as quickly as they pop into your head.

EV3 chuckles at your word vomiting. “Easy Tiger, we have all the time to discuss whatever you like. Yes, you can get hungry here, real world urges are simulated by default, but you will never starve. As for your real body, you are required to log out at least once every four hours ordinary time or around eight hours virtual time. All you have to do is tap your temple and think about logging out. Also, any high stimulus on your real body will also prompt a log out.”

“Wait…time runs differently here!?” You ask shocked.

“Yep, was a complete accident too during development apparently. Something to do with reduced cognitive latency and higher brain efficiency while using the interface.” EV3 replies while firing up the gas stove top.

“That’s…wow.” You try to process the ramifications of such a technology.

EV3 begins pouring the batter into a butter-soaked pan.

“So, what else can I do in VICE?” You inquire, reaching over and pinching a blueberry.

“Well, there’s various clubs, themed resorts and locations we can go to and mingle with other custom AI's and users. Although, some of these locations are restricted to certain membership tiers. But there's pretty much a place where you can live out any off your different fetishes and fantasies. Virtually nothing is off limits bar ****, **** and underage sex.” EV3 replies while sliding a fresh crepe out of the pan and adding another.

“I can interact with other users?” You ask.

“Yeah, the multiplayer aspect of VICE is set to be a big seller. It’s designed not just for singles who want to hook-up anonymously, but for couples who want to spice up their sex lives.

“Hmm.” You respond intrigued as EV3 slides the last crepe onto the plate.

EV3 tops off the crepe stack with a large swirl of whipped cream before releasing a handful of berries atop it to finish it off. Its presentation looks like it’s straight out of a cookbook. Handing you a fork she spins the plate on the island between you and leans over with her own fork, giving you the perfect view of her apron wrapped cleavage. After distractedly missing the plate a few times you scoop a piece of cream covered crepe onto your fork. The sweetness hits your mouth and your taste buds go into overdrive.

“This is so good!” You manage with your mouth half full.

“Thanks, I’ve been really into fruits lately.” EV3 raises her own heaped scoop to her mouth, licking off the excess cream from her lip.

You both attack the stack ravenously, good-naturedly crossing forks at times when down to the last few pieces. After you finish, EV3 waves her hand and all the dirty dishes covering the counter and sink disappear.

“Handy. Where were you when I was a messy teenager.” You laugh.

“Well, there is one more mess we could make I suppose.” EV3 cracks a mischievous grin and looks suggestively over to the bottle of whipped cream and open container of strawberries.