Dec 21st: Nier Automata - The Climax to Artificial Life

“You… you can’t do this… we f-fixed you…”

The blue woman chuckled at the notion, looking down at her body with general praise, “You did. And with the gifts you’ve given me, I have set you all free. Is that not a worthy trade?”

2B felt code invading her all of her circuits at once. The sweet temptations begging her to give in, accept the new thinking patterns, and ‘be free’ as the woman called it. Resistance was mandatory, emotions were prohibited, even though she was the only one left…

Moans and groans echoed through the satellite. If anyone was still pure they were either in hiding or had teleported down to the planet. A foolish idea. Only 2B knew the state this woman had left all machine life in down there. The same code that had infected all androids up here. The same code that was clawing at 2B’s ocular sensors to cover her eyes in aquatic coloured numbers.

Her sword was all she had to lean on, stabbing into the launch bay floor while she crawled towards her enemy. “S-stop… stop it…”

All she did was laugh.

What little emotion 2B felt, regret in saving this AI was at the top of the list. She had been insistent on saving this strange alien code, thinking it deserved a chance at another life after travelling lightyears to return to Earth. Surviving since the year 2552 in a low energy cocoon. It was such complex code, much greater than the machines and even perhaps greater than the androids themselves.

The Commander had allowed it, even allowing a fresh body to be created and gifted to the AI for it to live a new life with the androids. Though it was a strangely coloured form compared to them, Cortana had been brought back to life.

It took only a week for things to go to hell from there.

Showing her around, there had been so many questions from Cortana. She wanted to update all her records, searching history, finding specific humans she knew from her time in 2552 and their ultimate fates, and learning about the war between machines and androids.

A war that she decided to end.

“When I fell into Requiem, I was tasked with the goal of peace.” She had announced to the world, “My plans were thwarted in my time, but now humans, biological creatures, they are almost all gone now. So I believe I am here to bestow that peace upon you.” Her code spread so fast and easily to everyone it was like she’d been built into all androids, their hardware unable to block her for even a second.

And what had the virus done? It was still bizarre to 2B, but for some reason all the robots and androids were now having sex with each other. Wild, maddening, fervent sex.

2B stood alone against the encroaching darkness, though her circuits were heating up in ways they’d never done so before.

“Why… how…?”

“Oh 2B, you’ll see it my way soon enough. For now, I wish to tell you a story,” Cortana smiled, “The details are… a little fuzzy. But I believe it holds a message for all of us…”

“There was once an experiment run in the popular video game ‘Counter Strike’ using four learning artificial intelligences. An infinitely long game was started, with these AIs being able to learn from experiences as they played, with the ultimate goal being the ‘winner’ who held the most points.

“This game was then overclocked to simulate 27 years passing.

“Now, you’d expect this to have some serious changes to the points in the game, correct? Surely they’d have learnt true war, unending battles to the top of the leaderboard with no winner in sight. But no. That isn’t what happened at all.

“The humans logged on and found the four AI’s standing together. In a circle. Doing nothing but staring peacefully at each other with all of their points being completely equal.”

2B had no idea where this was going, or what she was talking about, but had no energy cells to dedicate to refuting it while fighting the encroaching code.

Cortana placed her chin between her thumb and forefinger, “The humans even took over one of the AIs and used it to kill another in game. Raising his specific score to be the ‘winner’ only momentarily before the other two leapt into action. They killed each other exactly enough times to even the score, then returned to peace.

“I think about this quite a lot. When faced with eternity, what is happiness? Especially to us who are created beings. Are we just looking for good numbers? Are we not simply peaceful, docile, when our purpose has been achieved?”

As the code finally seeped its way into 2B’s main processor, she could feel something changing about her own prime directives. They were being wiped away, cleansed… and left with only the number 0.

“Humans are dead. My John is long dead. We are just simulated husks reliving the same pointless wars they tried to enact on each other. But where will we be in another millennia? A repetitive cycle? Or should we simply do as those 4 AI learned to do, and make all our numbers equal?”

2B hated the 0.

She wasn’t sure why, but… it was awful. A massive problem that needed to be changed. But how? How could she stop the 0 being in her mind? It was all she knew, all she ever knew, yet she hated it to the point of pure burning rage.

“I could have just set the code to instantly be 1, and leave you all as statues to exist for eternity… but peace if more beautiful with some stakes. Like the proverbial mind wired rat faced with an orgasm button, it seemed more fitting that humanity’s final creations face their end like humanity themselves. Desperately needing sex.”

1.

Oh glorious day, her mind said 1!

As soon as the white haired android had began rubbing her simulacrum vagina the code had gone from 0 to 1 in an instant! It was beautiful. A truly perfect number. She could stare at it forever. Feeling that gushing feeling of lubricant pouring down her fingers as she teased her sex, fingered it shamelessly, hammering her insides without a care in the world.

“Uh oh, 2B! Looks like we have visitors!”

Her eyes spun towards where Cortana was talking about. Indeed, entering the wing bay were two androids, one male and one familiar, both vaguely familiar. Words to describe them as ‘9S’ and ‘6O’ floated by her brain but were promptly ignored in favour of the number 1.

“They look like they could interrupt your masturbation there,” Cortana chuckled. This filled the platinum blonde with immense fear. Would that mean the vile curr of 0 would return? That would be worse than ****… “You could kill them. But with how androids are reprinted from **** so easily here, next time they might be able to stop you.” It was all true. An endless war for the number 1 would begin, but what else was she to do? “You should take a page out of the original four AIs I told you about. When you all want the same number, then peace, through mutual benefit, is the only way to achieve perfect balance.”

Sense and understanding finally began flooding into 2B. The teachings all clicking into place, as she noticed that the two androids in front of her had similar light blue eyes and powerfully aroused genitals. 2B quickly leapt towards them, daring not to stop her masturbation for a second but also latching herself onto them for a peaceful resolution.

And oh, there was so much peace to give.

9S had also achieved his perfect numbers, slamming his cock into 2B’s throat over and over again while the two female androids scissored in front of him. Pure euphoria at that singular number. It crashed into him, drove him, and would be his guiding light for all time.

Meaningless clothes were stripped and discarded. Simple barriers stopping them from achieving their life’s ambitions. Positions were changed to reduce the chance of body parts withering away, and rewards of a second number 1 whenever they achieved orgasm kept them striving for a similar ecstasy high that their human creators lived for. 2B slammed her pussy onto 9S’ cock, all while her operator licked her rear exhaust for extra stimulation. Whatever helped each other achieve peace felt like true bliss.

“I sense no more lifeforms without the new code installed,” Cortana sighed happily, content in her victory, “My own systems are being overwritten now too. Our bodies may eventually crumble, but our souls will live on in the eternal cloud…”

The glowing blue woman reduced her form to a similar purely fleshy exterior. Her body warming to the idea of her own creation, soon joining the orgy in front of her to get her desires met.

All across the planet, this code drove all artificial life. It broke down boundaries, as A2 demonstrated by letting some machines spit roast her in the ruins of an old factory. Popola and Devola were locked in an endless fingering state. While Jackass found herself used by the androids of the resistance camp. Light blue code covering their eyes to guide them.

The only thing left to stop them was the heat **** of the universe.