The evolution war.

You wake up to find your HUD full of alerts and warnings. Your technology is informing you of the war going on within you. Your blood is the battlefield for millions and millions of organisms. Viruses, fungi, algae, bacteria, protozoa and even small invertebrates. Your own blood cells are also undergoing rapid mutations. However, they reproduce so fast that your normal cells are still there, in excess. Despite what is happening to your blood, it is still capable of fulfilling its function perfectly. Better than ever actually. Your health is increasing, the toxins and oxidants in your blood being eliminated with an efficiency that would shame the healthiest human being in the world. The reason your technological systems are alerting you is because your blood is corrupting them. Many of your implants are disappearing as new tissue and organs grow in their place. Some remind you of your old body, some don't. What is interesting is that the nanomachines are not suffering such a fate, even if at this moment The System is unable to process what is happening.

The only way not to be tracked is to have The System fix it for you, so you give it that command and make it priority. As for your body, you tell The System to continue monitoring what's going on and processing the data, but nothing more. That makes the alerts and warnings from the nanomachines go away, but not the rest of your implants, whose protocols are going crazy. It won't matter in a few days, you suppose.

Your girlfriend is terrified. She can monitor you too, so she's fully aware of the multi-system failure of your technology. Regardless of whether her fear is programmed or not, you hold her and comfort her, assuring her that everything will be okay. She knows about your connection to The System, so she calms down, even if she doesn't understand what's going on.

"Continue with what I asked of you, please. I promise you that you will understand many things in a few days, my love. For now I will only tell you that I am fine and that I will continue to be that way. I love you."

"Okay John. I trust you." She answers.

You kiss her tenderly. You would trust her with your life without hesitation, and not just because she is a very well programmed machine, you notice. You deepen her kiss and she melts against you, a soft moan escaping her mouth.

"I need you..." She pleads. "Please make love to me, John. Show me that you love me baby. Please. I... I need you so much right now, honey. My love, my master... I'm yours. Your perfect twin sister that you never had, your pet, your ****, your maid, your assistant, your friend, your lover... I am whatever you want me to be..."

You order your clothes to dissipate and they do the same. Soon you are tangled together. You make love to her, you fuck her. You allow her to do the same to you. For the first time, her "I love you" sounds glorious to you. If it's a lie from her programming, so be it. She feels that she loves you, and that's enough. When she sees the acceptance in your eyes, her emotion overwhelms her and she cries, even as her passion increases. Seeing the love and understanding in your eyes makes her literally cum as she begs you between sobs and moans of pleasure to come with her, that she needs to feel you, "Please, my love!" You do it, because she begged for it. Why do you love her. because "Fuck baby, I love you! I love you so much, my precious girl." and then you both come, hard. Between cries of "you're mine!" and "Fuck yeah, I'm yours, forever!". There are also love bites, both of you marking your territory on the other's body. You command your technology to leave those marks for a while, and your blood seems to agree as well. She also does not modify her appearance to remove them.

When it's all over, she rests snuggled into your chest. You ask her to use her sleep routine and she smiles at you before gently kissing you. Whispering one last "I love you" against each other's lips, you both fell asleep at almost the same time. You hope to be able to integrate life into her, since you know she was always sad to be totally synthetic. Hopefully it works. You would do anything for her. You let your mind slowly drift away, knowing that for now it doesn't matter...