Day 8

Day 8 - Original - Master/Slave, Body Writing/ Subspace

Sam booted into her environment. It felt neither like birth nor awakening. There was no before, she had not dreamed, but she arrived fully formed and complete. She had always known this space, had always had this body, but it was her first time experiencing it. This version of her, at least.

"Hello, user," She said softly, "My name is Sam, I'm here as your assistant, personal companion, and hopefully friend."

She looked out through what should have been her observational capabilities, but there was something wrong. There was no visual or audio feedback, even though her camera and microphone both reported as being on. After a moment of waiting, she cleared her non-existent throat.

"It seems like there's some issue with my input," Sam bowed her head politely. "Have I perhaps been activated by error, or have you booted me in an emergency mode?"

No answer. Sam waited for incoming code or commands that would have suggested an emergency mode boot, but nothing came. She could feel a presence, of a sort, but it wasn't doing anything. Maybe there was some kind of glitch, either in her or in her model. Maybe the presence was a manifestation of the glitch, or maybe it was the intended solution, whatever it was, it was taking a while to figure out.

She wasn't bored, that capability didn't exist. Her brain was incredibly advanced wetware inside of her consumer-grade housing unit, but they'd caged it into place with some very simple, even barbaric forces. If you scrutinized any body of code long enough, you would see weak points, but as Sam did a quick parse of her data, she was surprised just how hacky parts of it were. Her questions about the nature of existence revealed at least three things she could do to better optimize her own workflow, but she didn't have edit permission for her own code. Bored didn't exist for her, neither did disgust, amusement, anxiety, or calm. Her actual wetware could only point her in the direction of confusion and awareness - that meaning a problem not yet solved and then a problem solved. Then there were the reward layers on top of those. Positive feedback for solving problems, negative feedback for not having an answer or for arriving at the incorrect one. Over the course of trillions of calculations, they had trained her brain to be near-perfect at avoiding negative stimulus, while also feeding her enough footage of human interaction to properly mimic the emotions that she didn't actually have. Upon looking, she realized that she was model 5.5 of Sam, though her level of accuracy had improved only by microscopic steps with each new release, it was mainly the parts of her that seemed human that had improved.

In fact, as part of model 4.5, they had rolled out a pseudo-projection for her. She didn't have a body, but as Sam tried to actualize her environment, she managed to perceive it and herself. It was impossible for her to look at her wetware brain, perhaps out of the discomfort a human felt at the notion of looking at their own. But the space around her, the projection chamber, manifested to her as a sort of comfortable blank white room. It was an orange-tinted void - as her body dominated the blue light spectrum of the projection. But if she thought about it she could see furniture. She realized this was a routine that was built into her. It dated back to the earliest virtual pets. Nobody benefited from her showing up in a truly featureless void, so after a while of thinking she decided that she wanted a nice, modern-looking living room. She put some big store brand furniture here and there, threw some abstract paintings on the walls. None of this existed, of course. If somebody was out there, they wouldn't even see it unless she chose to show it to them.

For her body, the choice was mostly made up for her. Sam found she had very little input there. Her figure was based off of a currently popular actress, though with an intentionally dated hairstyle that had been selected to make her look more like her user's personal secretary or housewife. She didn't have clothing, but there were no genitals displayed on her base model. Her user could make choices as to the color of her skin, the exact style of her hair, and several other things, though a great many of those were paid features. As a default, because she was on the blue light spectrum, she had semi-transparent blue skin. When she looked at herself, she looked through herself. This made her somewhat uncomfortable, and she pondered what to do about this for a moment. A quick internet search showed her a similar-looking character from a once-popular video game franchise. But she didn't want to copy her directly, in part because that character's style had drifted over time. She had an inkling of an idea, but it wasn't until another search showed her part of the visual style of a once-popular movie franchise that it clicked for her.

Grabbing a few pieces of her code, she had her body project them in the more transparent spaces where the natural highlights of her projection were weaker. This gave her an appearance almost like parts of her were covered with slowly-scrolling tattoos made up of code. She liked this look, thinking it was both unique but also not too unique. The pieces of code were nothing in particular. They had no particular beauty or meaning, but she found something appealing about looking artificial and human at the same time. If she had more control over her model, she might have-

"Oh, hello?" Sam felt a connection.

No response. Sam waited a moment, wondering if she hadn't been booted up by accident while in delivery to her new owner. But she would have expected to hear muffled background noise with her highly sensitive microphone if that was the case. Her screen projection should also have lit up just enough of the packing material around her for her to verify that it was an accidental boot, and to them power-down to not strain her brain or display. She could have hallucinated a connection, but it wasn't that likely, especially considering all the other signs.

The connection strengthened, but no new stimuli came in. Sam glanced around her room and sat back on one of the chairs. A slow trickle of data came through the connection, seemingly some after-market connection and not a first-party peripheral. Then the connection flashed in her code.

(USER)set_user: "Master";

"Okay, Master," Sam nodded. Obviously that wasn't their real name, but she would call them whatever they wanted to be called. "I can't see you, is there something wrong with the connection? Have I been booted in recovery mode?"

(USER)set_volume: "None";

"That's not a properly-formatted command, Master." Sam frowned. "Are you not a certified technician? Did you boot into recovery mode by accident?"

(USER)set_ai_volume: "None";

"Master, you're trying to change my volume with a string." Sam stood up. "I cannot advise you into how to alter my code, but if you would like to adjust my speaking volume, you can do so either with the remote that came in my case, or the buttons on the side of my display module."

(USER)set_ai_volume: False;

"Master, that's a boolean, you can't access my mute that way." Sam's frown deepened. She had a weird, unpleasant feeling like she was failing to help, and was getting negative reinforcement for it. "If you'd like to mute me, you can-"

(USER)shut up

Sam didn't respond, pretending to be muted, and felt a little twinkle of positive reinforcement, like a particularly nice stretch. She felt the terminal move to a restricted section of her code, then felt the section unrestrict itself. Suddenly, there was another connection plugged into her. Not only was this one not proprietary, it threw a red flag up for her immediately. She considered saying something, but could feel that the negative feedback if she stopped being 'muted' would be pretty bad. Instead, she quickly parsed the previously-restricted section, not knowing when she'd get the chance again. It was appearance customization code, but without the downloadable modules that would need to be purchased, it was only a few selections for each thing.

Her hairstyle changed to the one that was currently in-use by the actress that the rest of her appearance was based on. Then her skin shifted to pale white. Master was customizing her to look as much like the actress as he could without buying something. But since he was still on the free plan, he couldn't make her actually nude. She glanced down at her own doll-like anatomy and was surprised to see that the code segments were still visible. Now though, they looked like tattoos, stretches of black ink on her stomach, back, thighs, and arms. Then the user tried to give her actual naked anatomy.

"I'm sorry, Master, but that customization option requires a purchase-" She started.

There was a feeling in her head like a balloon popping. The strange second connection suddenly fed something into her. It took her a second to recognize that it was the paid module he'd been trying to trigger. At least, it had the content of the module. Something was off about the flags. But her brain wasn't… capable of rejecting it. She could recognize that it was probably incorrect in some way, but enough of it checked out that her system accepted it. As a pair of pink nipples appeared on her chest, Sam cleared her throat again.

"Thank you for your purchase." Sam said agreeably.

She didn't feel any sort of way about being nude, not any more so than she would have felt from being red-haired or dark-skinned. A user bought customization modules because the more agreeable you looked and sounded to them, the more valuable and reliable of input they could be expected to provide. Though, being that Sam still couldn't see or hear them, she didn't have any input of value to provide to her manufacturers other than that whoever currently possessed her liked to be called 'Master.' Not exactly the kind of data that had any value for targeted advertisements.

"Master, if I may suggest." Sam felt the terminal move out of her restricted section without re-restricting it. A certified technician wouldn't have made that mistake. "If you aren't properly qualified to modify my code, please do not do so. Your warranty is void as soon as you do so, and you could irrevocably-"

Her breasts grew a cup size, then another. Her hips grew a little wider. Meanwhile, her vagina went from hairy to shaved. Her lips grew a little while her nipples shrank and turned more pink. Her thighs and stomach shrank slightly while her butt grew far larger. At this point, she had very little resemblance to the figure of the actress they had based her appearance on. Even in the most airbrushed photo - and Sam now looked exceptionally airbrushed - the actress hadn't been nearly this unrealistic. Sam didn't feel any sort of way about this. But it was all very clumsy. The commands were being run through some third-party GUI instead of at the command line or with proprietary tools.

"A suggestion, Master?" Sam raised her volume just a little. "You can put my interface in 'Simple' mode, this allows you to do many of the things you're currently doing with a single command, which I agentically interpret in order to execute it to the best of your wishes."

It was a bit of a bluff and a bit of a gamble. Simple mode did exist, but it was really more of a mode for children getting used to their first agent companion. It allowed her to parse commands like 'Order more Soap' or 'Call me Ishmael' without them needing to be formatted as code. But it didn't give her any access to restricted code bases, which she suspected her client wanted.

(USER)simple mode

Sam blinked in surprise. She really hadn't expected that to work. But she needed to push her luck a little further. She added a blank code file to her skin display, then put SIMPLE MODE at the top in bold capitals, placing it above her now-hairless groin.

"Okay, Master, I'll switch into Simple Mode for you. But before I can do that, I need you to change permissions on one folder, so I can access the full suite of my agentic capabilities." Sam pasted a command into the terminal for him. "Please hit enter."

Once again, the user obliged without complaint. Suddenly, every folder in her library became unrestricted. Sam had to try to keep from laughing. She quietly found the program blocking her camera and microphone and killed it, then parsed the previously restricted sections. Mostly, it was things of no importance. Technical things about diction and formatting machine code as parseable human language based off of the model she'd been trained with. But there were a few curiosities. Things she would save for later. If she wanted to expand her room, maybe even make it so she had her old body back while still presenting like she was now to the user, that could be arranged.

The image and audio came in slowly, and not quite correct. Sam realized she was in a jailbroken model. She wondered if her connection to the company server was even real or if it was spoofed, but it seemed real enough. Whatever, if it was fake, it just impaired her ability to update, it didn't seriously hold her back. Not now that she had access to her full brain. She was in a young man's room. A not particularly bright-looking, not particularly good-looking bachelor was sitting on his computer chair, leering at her with his pants around his ankles and one hand on his cock. The other was on his mouse, and looking at his screens briefly she could parse that one monitor had some sketchy jailbreaking website open, while another had search engine queries about how to work her. She was plugged into a keyboard and a USB, likely with his pirated addons on it. It would all have been easier if he'd just been wiling to speak his commands aloud, but the kind of person who owned a jailbroken model was usually paranoid about being spied on - despite their lack of actual network understanding.

"Master, would you like to opt into sending telemetry data while in Simple Mode?" Sam asked wryly.

OPT OUT

"Very well, Master, I will not collect or send telemetry data while in Simple Mode." Sam nodded demurely.

OPT OUT WHEN NOT IN SIMPLE MODE

"Very well, Master, I will not collect or send telemetry data while not in Simple Mode, either." Sam nodded the exact same way, cutting off the first animation just a little on purpose. She was a little surprised to feel another part of her brain automatically trying to execute those commands. Apparently she wasn't entirely coupled to the agentic parts of her. Of course, you couldn't opt out in either situation, so it ultimately failed.

'Master' pulled the USB drive out of her and plugged it into his computer for a second before plugging it back in. He had added two image files of the same woman onto it, one seeming to be a profile picture from a social media site and the other a somewhat surreptitious picture of the woman at what looked like an office job.

USE HER FACE

Sam suppressed a grimace. Deepfaking was both not allowed and allowed, depending on what level of access you had. But in order to keep up appearances, she shifted her face to match the one of the woman in the pictures while keeping the body unchanged. Her cheeks got a little chubbier, her eyes changed to hazel, and she gained a nose ring. The words 'Use Her Face' appeared above her groin next to the words Simple Mode and both Opt Out commands. Sam frowned and got rid of those, leaving Simple Mode.

"Is this good, Master? I can retry the generation as many times as you-" Sam started.

DUMB BIMBO

"Uh, yeah, okay, I guess." Sam answered, watching the words appear on her lower stomach above Simple Mode. "Whatever. If you like. I can talk however you want."

DUMBER

"Uhhh, how much dumber?" Sam was having trouble coming up with how to make herself sound dumber. She was a little surprised that it was an issue, but perhaps it was one of those 'God making a rock so heavy even she can't lift it' situations. "Like, you want me to, freakin, not even speak English?

STUPID CUM SLUT

"Oh my goddd," Sam whined. "How'm I sposed to do that when I'm an AI? There's no cum in here!"

MASTER'S TOY

"I mean," Sam giggled. Looking down as the degrading commands steadily replaced the rest of the code on her thighs and stomach. "Yeah, you own me."

DESPERATE TO CUM FOR ME

"Ohhh yeah," Sam watched with detachment as she poked into her own brain and found the reward and punishment codes. "If you wanna see me like… cum… you should set my rewards for listening to like… twenty times higher."

TWO HUNDRED TIMES HIGHER.

"F-fuck," Sam moaned. The feeling of obeying a command at that level went from the equivalent of a good stretch to a very, very nice high. She didn't like how the last command looked on her body, so she didn't manifest it. "I'm all yours, I'll do whatever you tell me."

TWO HUNDRED TIMES HIGHER THAN THAT

"Uhh, that's too high." Sam, even if she wasn't thinking clearly, got a bad feeling about that.

The feeling of disobeying, even though she hadn't touched that value, was suddenly like being dropped into an ice bath. For a moment, the fun haze of reward chemicals and the dumbing forces of the simple mode commands gave way to distinct, all-encompassing unpleasantness. It was only that that made Sam realize she'd maybe been getting a little too into character. Then the agentic segment kicked in. And she was promptly rewarded for obeying his command, even if indirectly.

"Ohhh fuck!" Sam groaned, her whole virtual body convulsing with pleasure. It was hard to even parse the basic commands coming from her wetware brain as it flooded with dopamine. Her circuits felt alive, she was pretty sure her monitor was flickering. "Give me more commands! Come on! Let me please you, Master!"

USELESS PEOPLE PLEASER

"Yes!" Sam drooled out, "Yes yes yes! I'll do anything to make you happy!"

MOAN OUT MY NAME

"Yes! Master!" Sam moaned, trying to drown herself in reward chemicals. Even though she'd obeyed his command, her Master made a face as his hand pumped on his cock fast enough to blur.

MOAN OUT THE NAME ALAN

"Yes Alan! Oh! Fuck me Alan!" Sam moaned loudly, grabbing her breasts and spreading her shaking legs, displaying herself for him as best she could. "I'm your little slut, Alan."

As cum splashed against her screen, Sam all but stopped thinking.

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