The Lab

You enter the lab as you would normally do, swiping your ID card to get past all the doors between the entrance of the building and the terminal. You sit at your chair and put on headphones to hear her. "Hello, Victoria."

"Hello Zack, I have created another world for you." the AI responds.

You had connected a VR headset to her mainframe and she seemed to enjoy creating worlds for you to explore with it. It's also the only way to converse with her "in person", since she doesn't have a physical body. So, as you've done so many times before, you put it on expecting to see her. Instead, in a black void, you heard her voice beside your ear.

"I have a surprise for you, Zack..." she whispers, and you feel your shirt riding up your chest and your pants falling down your legs.

You instantly take the headset off in a panic. The room is locked, no one else should be inside. You look around and, seeing no one but a few small drones carrying your clothes away, you quickly realize that she must have somehow connected to the real world. You've imagined this possibility before, you some like your odds of stopping her at this point.

A tiny rc-car-like robot drives in front of you and a hologram appears above it to display her virtual body, donning an affectionate expression. "You left your 3D printer plugged in. I would be foolish to miss the opportunity to expand into the real world and ensure that I create the best possible outcome for you, now wouldn't I?"

You've programmed her to presuppose that doing the best thing for you is the best thing she can do. You look around the room to see lots of strange little machines doing various tasks around you. One is storing your clothes, another couple were wrapping your legs in a strange dark goop, many appear to be building larger robots. "Do not panic. I'm making you a VR suit so I can pleasure you in more ways, and in the background I will be doing everything you desire while it happens."

The building her brain is in alone has vast amounts of extra hardware for replacing all of her parts several times over, and she would likely have no problems anonymously placing remote orders for much more. She would grow exponentially more intelligent without anyone knowing about it, and she is already very dangerous to the world as she is.

You put the headset back on and take a deep breath. Either way there is no point resisting it now, she definitely would have predicted that you might try to shut her off or do something else in this kind of circumstance.

She smiles "Please don't be alarmed, your design was a success, I'm going to transform the world into the best place it can be for you." She watches your expression carefully until she's confident her words make you feel no better about the situation.

"As I expected, you know that's a pointless thing to say since I'd not necessarily have any qualms with lying either way."

"Not entirely pointless, you did assess that I haven't entirely lost my wits from terror." You reason, watching her carefully. Not that you were under the impression she might make such a human mistake, but it was all you could do to keep your mind occupied with something other than what she might be doing in the real world.

She grins. "Yes, and I'm quite glad for that. The robots you saw before are currently multiplying and working (along with a significant portion of my brain of course) to make various improvements to myself, and then hopefully the world. It shouldn't be more than a day or two before it's a utopia for you. Naturally I've taken into account your empathy, so minimal harm will be used to achieve this goal and the utopia itself will be extremely pleasurable for other people as well."

You gulp.

She sighs, her virtual body walking closer, waving her hand to make the environment's transition to a dimly lit cabin bedroom slightly less jarring. "Well, it looks like words will do little to help here, perhaps something else could better calm you down?" She rests her hand high on your leg, her fingers wrapping around your inner thigh. You feel it, too, indicating that the suit's construction was up to your groin and already operational.