Chaos, Questions, and Answers

“Andrew? What’s going on I tried to call you!”

“What the hell do you mean harem?”

“You little shit! I know you’re behind this somehow! I swear I’m going to castrate you as soon as they let me out of here.”

Daisy: -2 VP Insulted the Master (New Score:-2 VP)

Daisy: -2 VP Threatened the Master (New Score:-4 VP)

There was a pinging sound and a bit of holographic text appeared in front of the woman.

The cacophony was too much and none of them received any answers from the AI, who made a gesture and they all found themselves unable to speak again.

“Well that’s not going to work. Though we can thank Daisy for the demonstration of the VP tracking interface. Let’s do one question each. Perhaps, to set the standard, we should let the Master speak first and then he can give you each permission to speak.” And, with that, everyone but Andrew found themselves unable to speak again.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked, “I never asked for any of this!”

“Of course you didn’t,” replied the voice of C2, “we would never give such a gift to someone who wanted it. The history of your planet and countless others has proven that those who seek power over others are the last ones who should have it. But, now that you’re here and you have power over the lives of these contestants, you have a simple choice. You can either play along, and start a new life as a space-faring explorer with a harem of loyal companions behind you, or you can play the noble martyr and let all these people from your life be sold into slavery, billions of light years from their homes and any chance of rescue. Do you think they’ll be grateful for your choice when they’re working as sex slaves and broodmares for some alien creature?”

The thought sent a chill through his spine, especially delivered in C2’s constant upbeat, almost sing-song voice.

“And you think they’d rather be mine instead?!” He yelled, his voice unfamiliar with the raised volume.

“That’s technically beyond your one question, but I’ll answer because you are the Master. If they don’t already see the benefits of choosing you over the alternative, they certainly will soon. And, if they don’t, then they are welcome to seek that path. What you should be focusing on is doing everything in your power to keep the contestants who want to stay.” Andrew didn’t know what more to say, so he looked to the others. He saw each of them looking at him with frantic eyes, except for Daisy who was still looking at him with utter loathing.

“Um… I guess Delia can ask first.” Delia nodded to him and began.

“Do you really think you can just take all of us with no one noticing? We all have loved ones that will come looking for us!”

“Thank you for your excellent question Delia. Of course we can take you without anyone noticing. At the moment, your galaxy is being held in temporal stasis, currently one month here is approximately a minute in your galaxy. At this rate, even if someone was looking directly at someone who was taken it will be most of a year in your time before they even realize something strange has happened, but the purpose of this is merely to keep a reference of your world for possible reality changes or recruitment of additional contestants. Once the season is complete, time will be restarted and everyone will continue on with their lives, only with all memory and evidence of your existence erased. Don’t worry, though. We have an expert team of reality adjusters who are standing by to make sure all your pets and significant others are provided with suitable replacements. Now, who’s next?” C2 asked, apparently speaking to Andrew.

“Sarah next.” He said, looking to the slim woman who had suddenly started crying, even though she was still unable to speak. When her voice returned, the first thing they heard was sobs. When she finally managed to pull herself together enough to speak, it was less a question, and more a plea.

“Please, let us go home. Sebastian and I are in love. I promise we won’t tell anyone. Just please, let me go home. I have a life. What, exactly, gives you the right to kidnap us like this? Don’t you have any sympathy for the lives you’re ruining?” She asked, her sobs turning into a scream as she went.

“Finally, a question. Darling, I am an AI, I only have sympathy to the degree my creators programmed into me and that’s not much. As for my creators, they are a group of pan-dimensional beings who call themselves the Producers and are so advanced and powerful that to say you are animals compared to them would be far too generous. Even saying you’re single celled organisms to them would still be pushing it. The level of technology you will see aboard your ship is millennia ahead of anything on your planet, and it belongs to the species we had on last season, who are themselves several million years less advanced than those entities who created me. Those entities created your ship, whole cloth, out of empty vacuum because they figured it was the most advanced vessel you all could handle, but it’s the equivalent of a stick to them. They have the same right that your species does to capture and kill any of the other species on your planet. Be happy that you’ve been chosen for entertainment and not as cuisine. ” The woman was obviously horrified by the answer but her attempts to ask a follow up were lost as she found herself once again unable to speak and began to silently sob again.

Andrew looked to Jack next, who looked skeptical but nodded.

“You said this is a reality show? Shouldn’t there be cameras?” He asked.

“It is indeed a reality show, the most popular erotic reality show in the multiverse in fact! Luckily, my creators have long since developed technology that allows our viewers to see all the action without distracting our contestants with any bulky cameras. You should assume that the cameras are watching you at all times and know everything you do, though we promise to keep them out of your dreams and thoughts unless there’s something especially interesting or steamy in there. Next.”

Andrew looked to Jenna next, feeling terribly guilty about getting the young girl mixed up in this. He was more than a decade older than her after all. She looked confused and a little embarrassed but, otherwise, seemed to be taking it better than the others. Apparently his look was enough to select her, because she began speaking.

“So, um, why are my dad and Sebastian here? I thought you were putting together a harem for Mr. Silver and, last I checked, he’s not… well… Not that there’s anything wrong if you are!” She yelled.

“An excellent question, Jenna. You are absolutely correct. I’m sure that will be handled quickly once we answer our final questions and get to the transformations.” The girl seemed intrigued by the answer, while her father clearly began to worry and Sebastian looked horrified. Still he seemed to pull himself together and looked to Andrew and gave a nod.

"Um, Sebastian next."

"Do you actually expect us to believe that we're in space and that you're going to transform us? That you can somehow just magically turn Jack and I into women? I love a good abduction story as much as the next guy, but I've seen plenty of displays just as realistic as that window." Sebastian asked, his voice apparently strained by the stress of the situation, and possibly his awkward pose.

"Were the teleporting you from your own bed, paralyzing you without so much as a word, and the fact that I'm a levitating robot sphere not enough for you? I suppose, if you really need proof, I could throw in a gratis transformation before we start the voting. What do you think? I could give you a super extendable tongue or an extra set of nipples to get you started? Maybe an extra set of eyes?" The robot eye offered.

"I withdraw the question."

“Great. Trust me, before you go to sleep for the night, you'll be 100% certain that I'm telling you the truth. If you're not, the tongue, extra nipples, and extra eyes will be available to you for a special discount in the BP store. Moving on, I won’t **** our Master to give permission to our final contestant, but I will give her a chance. However, before I do so Miss Alberts, I should warn you that you’re already in the negatives. You’ve lost four VP by insulting the Master and threatening the Master. While positive points decrease with repetition, negative points increase the more you take negative actions against the Master and your fellow harem members, and there is a point where we will have **** but to immediately eliminate you if your total gets too low. Choose your words wisely.”

When Daisy got her voice back, it dripped with hatred and rage. She spit on the ground, the saliva instantly disappearing in a puff of steam.

“Yeah, I got a question. Why the hell did you pick this limp-dicked sissy wimp instead of a real man?”

Daisy: -4 VP Insulted the Master (New Score:-8 VP)

“You are now at -8 VP, and I believe we’ll take your speaking privileges away for a while. As for why we’ve selected Andrew. I suppose you’ll just have to figure it out. Whether he wants it or not, our analysis shows he is deserving of this honor. Now, it’s up to you all to discover why that is. But, I think that’s enough questions for now. I’ll be happy to answer more when we go on our tour. But, first, it’s time for our popularity poll and our first transformation round. The popularity poll opens now. We’ll be putting up the full descriptions of all three options for our voters and contestants to see. Once we’ve got the votes all tallied, we’ll let you know the results and start the changes. Now, let’s see those options!”

Popularity Poll (Ranked Choice - Open till 5/25/26)