Sue Storm Is Curious

The advertisement showed a costumed woman, holding her top so that her pink nipples were bared toward the screen. The chevron along the bottom read:

SUPERSLUTS NEAR YOU WANT TO FUCK!

Sue Storm blinked. The Baxter Building's internet security was good enough to block out nearly all advertisements. How had this one made it through?

She closed the web browser and ran a security scan. A full minute ticked by. It came up clean. No malware. Sue opened the browser again.

A pussy in a white spider-web pair of panties.

SPIDER-WOMEN FROM OTHER MULTIVERSES ARE STREAMING NOW!!!

"Three exclamation marks," Sue muttered aloud. "What the hell is going on?"

H.E.R.B.I.E., in its recharge creche, heard and hummed to life.

"Mrs. Richards," the robot said. "What is your difficulty?"

Sue frowned and turned the tablet toward the robot.

"There are...ads...on my browser," she said. "The security scan says there's no malware."

"That is correct, Mrs. Richards. The ads have been tuned to your personal preferences," H.E.R.B.I.E. said.

The Invisible Woman froze.

"Explain," she said.

"I have analyzed the DVD you left in the player last night," H.E.R.B.I.E. explained. "And have used it to calibrate your personal media preferences."

Sue Storm's face did something complicated, trying to frown and smile at once.

"Does...anyone else...know about this, H.E.R.B.I.E.?" She asked.

"Negative. Dr. Richards has made your personal search history and settings private. The tablet account closes automatically when you release it, and changes to match the identity and access level of the individual. Your personal data is quantum-encrypted," the robot chattered.

The Invisible Woman considered this. Her hand hovered over the ad. No malware. Security intact. Complete privacy.

She glanced at the door, and an invisible hand closed and locked it. Sue took a deep breath...and clicked on an ad.