Trying for Boring

After cleaning myself up, I headed for my computer, hoping to find something related to that damn app.

The closest things I could find were smutty stories about a 'Master PC' and a 'World Processor'. Nothing quite the same as the Master Mobile spp.

If any of these were true, then the Master PC could really get out of hand quickly

The sound of a sudden loud thump against the wall whipped my attention away from the computer. It was coming from Rubys room.

I almost ran out of my own apartment to check if she was alright. But, my worry quickly turned to frustration as the thumping started to take on a certain rythm and was joined by the muffled sounds of moaning and grunting.

''Oh, for fuck sake'' If I had to guess, Ruby had some guy in there... and, if I had to guess by the sound, she probably made some improvements with the app as well. I grabbed my headphones and music player I had for excercising and sat back down at my computer, trying to drown out the noise and went back to looking for anything I could find about this app.

***

Finally, a few hours later, I ran out of music. I yanked my headphones out, expecting to hear Ruby enjoying herself.

I let out a sigh of relief a moment later. Finally, some peace and quiet.

Though, that still didn't help the frustration of not finding anything useful online.

A bit reluctantly, I pulled out my phone, opening the app and selecting myself as the target.

''I will know how and why I got a copy of this app

• Confirm''

There was a brief pause after sending the command through, then a loading circle began to spin on the center of the screen, with the words 'processing command underneath it.

''Because I sent it to you, for you to entertain me''

Well, that was no help

What are you?
-Confirm

There was another brief pause.

Command format not recognized

Shit

I will know what you are
-Confirm

There was nother pause

''That's for me to know and you to find out''

Fucking fantastic, the app was getting sassy with me

I will know who made you
-Confirm

Again, a frustrating pause, made worse by me anticipating the attitude the app was giving me

''My parents, same as you. Dummy''

My heart sank for a moment after reading that. Not only was there a person behind this, wanting to use me as their own pervy Truman Show. Worse, they had already messed with me on a whim before, and the word 'Dummy' made the people who'd been turned into bimbos in Master PC stories flash through my mind

I was scared to write another question, just in case I found myself suddenly responding like a vapid valley girl

''If you're just gonna sit there, have a nice night. You've got another big show tomorrow''

Fuck.

I opened the camera on my phone and switched it into the front camera, half expecting to see some parody version of myself.

Looking at myself, I was scrutinizing myself. Silently cursing my own choice of style, I was trying to decide if my hair had turned a slightly lighter shade of blonde. Or if maybe my boobs were slightly bigger

I was staring at myself in the small screen when there was a knock at my appartment door.