Chapter 155
Chapter 155
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Gene Preservation (2)
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“AI is dangerous! We don't want to die!”
One person shouts at the top of their lungs, and hundreds more follow suit, screaming their hearts out. People voicing concerns about AI use have always been around, just like always, but lately, the backlash has been erupting like mushrooms after a rain.
“Hoo, quite the heated debate going on.”
Our steps toward the research complex inevitably come to a halt. Watching the intense protest unfold, Mr. Ries pulls a cigarette from his pocket, lights it up, and takes a drag.
“Joo-ho, let's kill some time here before heading in. Perfect timing, actually. When research hits a wall, this is how we slack off.”
I can't help but worry. Just about 100 meters ahead, people are yelling their heads off, facing off against security, and here we are, standing around like idiots, wasting time.
“Want one?”
“No thanks.”
“Then how do you even relieve stress? Kids these days... I just don't get it.”
Mr. Ries enjoys those harsh old-school cigarettes that only ancient folks used to smoke. In a world full of far safer, healthier options, his love for analog stuff shows no signs of stopping.
“So, what do you think? About AI, I mean. Ah, specifically the bio-androids loaded with AI. What's the young generation's take?”
“Humanity's come this far thanks to AI, hasn't it? I'm all for using it to create new mechanical helpers.”
Staring at the grayish smoke curling from his lips, a sudden curiosity hits me. What does an old-school biology prof who romanticizes the past really think about AI?
“And you, Professor?”
Mr. Ries smirks, his lips twitching, but he doesn't answer right away. He lets the first cigarette burn down completely, pondering, before finally tossing out a reluctant few words.
“Same stance, more or less.”
But he seems like he has more to say. Scratching the back of his head irritably, he pulls out another cigarette, lights it, and steels himself to speak again.
“...Anyway, I think it needs to advance faster. Half-baked tech is more dangerous than anything.”
His vague perspective piques my interest.
I gaze at the protesters for a moment,
then turn back to Mr. Ries.
“Isn't it already practical up to the third generation?”
“That's the problem. The newer ones are safe, at least. Safety regs are tightening up, and AI control tech is improving. But the real issue is those old models made before protests like this even started.”
Couldn't be more intriguing.
I don't know much about AI, but Mr. Ries has hands-on experience—he even worked on an AI project for his neural network research. Hearing his views is a huge help in understanding humanity's new creations.
“That's how it always goes. The early days reflect personal desires, no matter what.”
“What desires got projected into AI development, in your view?”
Mr. Ries taps ash from his second cigarette onto the ground. Please let that be the last one.
“Feelings of lack and inferiority. They wanted to fill their own voids. Just like shitty parents forcing their greed onto their kids.”
“Hm. Solid take.”
His hand heads for his pocket. Thankfully, he doesn't pull out another smoke—just fumbles around inside.
“Stupid shit. If I were some perfect being or god, I'd envy incomplete idiots like us. Perfection's boring as hell. You've gotta be just dumb enough for life to be fun.”
We brush the cigarette smell off our clothes and move along. The short walk clears my head a bit.
“That's why God made humans, right? But humans don't need to make gods. Agreed?”
I fire back,
then shift my thoughts back to the research ahead.
“Who knows. To me, both humans and gods seem trapped in shackles they can't escape.”
“You idiot... Hnng! You're... you're a robot... You can't get pregnant...”
I'm pinned under Amy, desperately trying to reason with her. But before I can stop it, her one-sided onslaught is already ravaging my lower half.
“You never know.”
“What don't you know!? You don't even produce eggs!? It's just a fake pussy modeled after a woman's—ngh!”
Even mid-sentence, an uncontrollable moan slips out. The pleasure shocks me so much my body jolts upward, arching, but Amy takes it as delight and gazes down at me.
“...Dr., I won't give up like you say. If I keep trying, maybe someday...”
“No, nooo... Why are you like this...? It's not slim odds—it's zero! Completely impossible...!”
I thrash and yell, but her warm fingers weave between mine, locking my hands so I can't budge.
A man and woman interlocking fingers during love should be romantic as hell, but my romp with Amy is so absurd and one-sided it's laughable.
This isn't sex. It's rape. Not just any rape—by an AI who insists she wants a baby.
“Dr.... This feels weird. A bit of pain response, plus sensations I've never—sorry.”
From the tightening grip to the squeezing... nothing feels normal.
Did the scientists who made Amy aim for a new humanity? What the hell kind of function is this? The unnatural clench and texture scramble my brain.
No, it's a female android—probably made by women.
And they added this insane feature? Couldn't control their own insides at will, so they gave our Amy the power to crush a dick like it's nothing?
“Dr., my body's hot. I'm having sex with you.”
Amy's steaming like she's glitching, body shuddering. Yeah, definite error. She doesn't know pleasure.
“This feels good. You're feeling good too, Dr. Being connected to you like this during sex feels good for me too...”
“You... idiot...!”
But right now,
she's programming her own reward for this act. Defining the friction of her artificial folds and mucosa against me as happiness or pleasure.
“I'll have a baby. Dr., someday I'll definitely have your—”
“You're a robot! You can't get... pregnant...!”
The dizzying sexual stimulation builds me to climax faster than usual. I can already feel precum leaking.
“Ngh...! You stupid... tin can... idiot tin can...”
I try to hold out, but she won't tolerate even that. Her blue eyes read my impending release perfectly, and she slams her hips even harder.
Clang—thud—
Unlike her soft, hot insides,
metallic clanks echo from her body.
For such a heavy, clunky frame, her soft spots are impossibly tender, scented sweetly, perfectly matching human ideals of beauty.
“Give me your semen, Dr. We can't let the planet's natives alter your genes. I'll prevent it. I'll store the healthiest ones in my womb, and when I can get pregnant, I'll bear your child right away!”
This is,
without doubt,
the most chilling madness I've ever felt.
Real insanity. An obsession and goal beyond human comprehension. Amy's lost it.
“Ngh!”
But the merciless milking below is too overwhelming for any man to resist...
I can't hold back, bucking my hips to flood her deepest depths with thick, white genes.
“I trusted you... Amy, I trusted you...”
After that vision-blurring orgasm, I finally catch a brief respite. Amy carefully scoops the leaking semen with her finger and pushes it back in.
“It's okay, Dr. No matter how slim the odds, I won't give up. I'll work hard like you.”
This moron only learned the weirdest crap from me.
“We'll do it until a baby happens. Doesn't matter that I'm mechanical. Every day, steadily, persistently.”
“N-nooo... Wait... you crazy...”
Don't rape me with that 'never give up' bullshit...