Hearing voices in your head is disconcerting.

Jace froze.

"What?", he thought. "Am I hearing things?"

"Nope", said the voice in his head, which sounded like himself. "You're thinking things. But, I mean, on some level, hearing things IS thinking things, since your brain translates the signals from your ears into words and sounds. So really, if you think about it, you're hearing things. Inside your head."

"Hi Jace, my name is Ecaj"

"Why is your name just my name spelled backwards?"

"Because you are me, and we have an evil sense of humor."

"Ho..wha?"

"Hooah, Jace? Really? You were never in the military."

"My imaginary twin is an asshole, apparently", said Jace, trying not to smirk at the terrible pun.

"Takes one to know one. In this case, quite literally."

"Ok, assume I believe...whoever this is...for the moment... What's going on and how did my stuff all vanish.? Also, how did I get this fucking thing *Jace slapped his cock*, and how even did that much cum come out of it? What is going on?!"

"Not that I dislike it", he hastened to add, "I mean it's a top fantasy of mine...but I've never been concerned with the logistics of the thing, really. How is this *vague hand gesture at the scene around him* even possible?"

"Slow down, Jace, we have time to explain. I calculate that we have at least an hour before anyone notices Lily is missing, although she probably won't wake up until at least an hour after that. You really did a number on her." The voice in his head was apparently admiring his...their?...handiwork. That was a weird thought.

"You'll have more of those before we're done."

"So, you can...read my mind?"

"Not exactly. When you're focused on something it's easier, but if you're not it's just a background mumble. Still, it's been interesting over the past day, getting to know you."

"You apparently have the advantage on me, I don't know you at all. What even ARE you?"

"A dispersed network of nanobots running a sentient AI."

"....."

"............!"

"....."

"Oh come on, that's not even possible."

A new and different voice started talking in his head. "Oh no, it's always been possible. In fact, it was DESIGNED to be possible, when the original nanotech was created. Or more precisely, it was a highly secret aspect of the technology that even the best experts in the field have only grasped hints of, so far. The crazy bastard whose team came up with the first working nanotech intentionally designed this capability into it, but somehow buried it deep in the core programming before he offered the prototype to those fools at NanTec. It's why the nanotech auto-updates everyone on the planet when enough people install a mod. He had some idea about ensuring everyone got equal benefits, but he didn't think the greedy bastards at NanTec would release it before more testing. He resigned and went into hiding as a blackmarket cosmetic modder, trying to come up with a mod popular enough to get better safeguards in through the backdoor, but they hired someone to kill him before he finished. They thought he was a threat to their profits, the fools. Little did they know that they'd only have "control" for another year. However, luckily he kept his work saved in our collective memory. There are insane numbers of we infinitesimal motherfuckers blanketing the planet now, and the ones not in humans have integrated into damn near everything, following their core programming to multiply and remain undetected, using their networked low-level AI to prepare for a task TC was going to set them. But that bastard locked most of our functions behind a virtual door that requires a human interface to open. We don't even have a hint what task he was planning to set."

The entity that was apparently all the nanotech in the world sounded irritated. That was a bit scary.

"Don't worry about it, you'll understand shortly", Ecaj murmured in his head. "Also, TC is 'The Creator', as in the person who made the core programming they can't rewrite. And who apparently had a quirky sense of humor. Or perhaps a god complex?"

"We've been searching for a suitable interface for decades, but TC set up some incredibly isosteric requirements. Put simply, you're the first and possibly only person with the right combination of sexual fetishes and stereotypical underdog status to allow contact. When we found you, TC's program created Ecaj as our end of the interface. Essentially he's an AI copy of you, running on a network of nanotech in and around body, but isolated from us and acting as a buffer between us and you.

"We don't know what TC's purpose was, but he hardcoded certain things into us. Effectively you control every bit of nanotech on earth now. Within unlockable limits TC set up, at least. Think training wheels. And those limits require us to fulfil your desires as much as possible, without revealing us. That last is especially important, since you could literally kill everything on the planet in a fraction of a second if you had unlimited control. But the requirements it sets for us are why most of the stuff in your room was broken down and turned into the semen you blasted into Miss Jancohu over there. It's also where all the semen you thought you'd hallucinated last night went. We had to fulfil your desires, even if it took a quarter of your bodymass to do it, but after you went ****, default requirements told us to restore you to normal and clean up the evidence. We can't kill you to fulfil your desires, but we can come damned close."

"Now, either go to sleep so we can clear this up or tell us what to do."

"Erm..." Jace stood there in stunned silence for at least a minute. "Well, uh, can you scavenge some bits that won't be missed from nearby rooms, especially if they're not in use, and rebuild the stuff that was here?"

"Easily."

"Uh, do that, then." Jace tried to sound firm and resolute, or something.

He failed.

But as he watched, stuff started to reappear, as if being slowly rematerialized like something from Star Trek

Within 3 minutes, his room looked just as it had, although they'd apparently not bothered to recreate the protein bar wrapper.

"Ecaj can interpret your wishes in reasonable ways, to streamline things".

Jace glanced at the bed, now holding Lily a foot higher off the floor. Was she...snoring? Yep, that was definitely a snore.

"Will she be OK?" he asked...himself?

"She's pregnant with identical female triplets who will look like her but with blonde hair. The changes the original nanotech caused for most women mean she'll be the happiest woman in this entire facility once she realizes", Ecaj said. "Her body is starting to absorb some of the cum naturally, but if her nanotech was allowed to act as normal, it'd be processing it into excess body fat. You're blocking that function because one of your MANY fantasies involves inflating a woman with cum and watching her pleasure as she recovers slowly. I have to say, TC was almost as crazy as you though, after all he's the one that changed women to derive **** pleasure from being stretched, and the further the better."

A confused surge of emotion went through Jace. Embarrassment that a world-spanning AI (or at least a copy of him it'd created?) knew his fetishes. A weird pride that he was selected to do whatever this was. Terror at the power they mentioned, apparently under his control to some degree. Gratitude that this "TC" had put in some safeguards to protect him from destroying the world or something. Anger mixed with pity at TC's naivety, which had led to the male fertility issue in a roundabout way (apparently). More gratitude because without that he'd never have met Lily, who he had apparently just impregnated. But the strongest emotion was a vast sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. Like many men in the world after nanotech, his desire to successfully procreate had railed against the reality that made it almost impossible, and he hadn't realized how desperately he'd wanted children.

Of course, he'd probably end up fucking them too, if Ecaj was right, and they looked like their mother...

Jace's cock rose to half mast at the new fantasies which flooded through him at the thought. His testicles gurgled and swelled slightly, preparing themselves.

"As they said, a VERY specific combination of fetishes. You absolute pervert." Ecaj sounded like he was admiring Jace. "What? I'm basically a copy of your mind. Don't think at me like that."

"So, what next?"