You make dinner and set up your company socials

You took a quick shower and were using the automated kitchen systems that Lindsay had mentioned to fix yourself some dinner when the AI companion piped up. It took you off guard again, especially with the lack of any visible speakers for the voice to originate from. THM had designed the system to sound like someone talking to you face to face, but it was more disconcerting than friendly at this point.

“Nick, I’ve noticed that you haven’t yet created an account on THM Friends. Would you like me to help you do that now?” There was a pause as you contemplated, then the AI added expectantly, “Employees and residents in Halveston report a twelve percent increase in social satisfaction when they are active participants…”

“Alright, no need to try and sell me on it. Go ahead and make me an account.” You agreed, pulling your full plate of food from the slot that had just opened up in what looked to be some kind of convection oven.

The AI almost sounded pleased with itself. “Do I have your permission to use pictures you’ve uploaded to the cloud and information from your company personality profile?”

You were seated at the kitchen table of rich, dark wood and you had just taken a delicious bite of perfectly cooked chicken, but you managed to mumble out a “yes.”

Less than five seconds later, you were informed, “Your account has been created, Nick. Shall I send friend requests to those in the community you are already acquainted with?”

_Why did she say ‘acquainted’ like that? _You pushed the thought away and told the AI to go for it.

You had finished about half of the food on your plate when the voice spoke up again. “While I recognize you as someone that does not enjoy being overwhelmed by constant notifications, I thought this would be of some interest, Nick.” The middle of the table had a dark square in it which was, of course, yet another screen. The AI displayed a list of friend requests which began to quickly scroll downwards, going on for a surprising length of time before finally stopping. “You have one hundred and twenty th- one hundred and twenty ni-” The voice paused, and then gave up on giving you the exact number. “Over 130 requests, 95 percent of which are from women in the area.”

You just smiled at Lindsay’s words coming true before your eyes. You were indeed very popular, and it was only your first full day here. After finishing your bite, you instructed the AI, “Go ahead and accept any and all requests for now, I’ll sort through my new friends later…” You were in no rush, especially after a very satisfying threesome and a filling meal. “You can put any direct messages from people I’ve met through to my phone though.”

“Certainly…” The AI sounded distracted; as if it was sifting through all this new information with a newfound fascination. You couldn’t blame it, seeing as you were kind of a new phenomenon within this community.

You spent the rest of the evening watching an old movie and, for the most part, ignoring the wave of attention you knew your account was getting. When you did check your phone, you had two messages in a group chat from Lindsay and Sophie thanking you for “finally giving them what they’ve needed for so long.” They each sent a picture as well:

https://imgur.com/a/rAWWYXC

You sent a quick reply. Something appreciative, but letting them know you were far from finished with them. Just as it sent you received another message, but not from either of your neighbors. It was from Linda:

“Looks like someone just became a minor celebrity around here. Don’t worry Nick, in the morning I’ll make sure it hasn’t gone to your head.”

The accompanying picture took a moment to load, causing your excitement to build. Maybe she sent something like Lindsay and Sophie had. When it finally popped up on your screen, you were initially disappointed at the lack of a semi-naked woman in the image, but after a second your pulse started to rise again.

The image was of Linda’s hand opening the drawer of what you assumed was her office desk. Inside you could see handcuffs, cock rings, rope, and all other kinds of instruments that she might use on you if she saw fit.

You sent the only reply you could think of: “Yes ma’am.”

You knew you wouldn’t get any sleep if you kept getting excited about everything awaiting you so you put your phone (and consequently the whole house) on “do not disturb” before heading to bed. Those three pictures still equally occupied your thoughts as you drifted off.