Post by landisfarne on Aug 17, 2008 12:20:18 GMT -5
The woman reached under her breasts, lifting them tantalizingly. Her body was perfect in every way, a veritable goddess of lust, nothing but sex and pleasure on her mind. She spread her legs on the bed, revealing herself fully for him to see. She licked her lips, offering a seductive smile. One hand moved from her breast to beckon to him, calling him to experience everything she had to offer. “Come on, ba-“
The woman pixilated suddenly, followed by the bed and the rest of the room.
ERROR EXECUTION CODE SIGMA-LCX12.D.X7 IN MATRIX R INOPERABLE MATRIX UNAVAILABLE
Ryan swore vehemently, slamming his fist into the console. “What happened now?” The error code continued to crawl across the monitor lazily, reporting inoperable matrices, inaccessible files and corrupt data.
“Error unknown,” the woman’s voice replied. She was not a sexual goddess. She was not even human. “Sally” was a SAKbot – semi-autonomous knowbot – that existed in the rather large nebulous area between MicroSoft Windows 3.0 and a fully aware artificial intelligence. ‘Her’ voice was a compilation of various female voices from Marilyn Monroe to Madonna. She had been a complete bitch to program, and he’d only had to rewire some of the hardware; he couldn’t imagine how hard it must have been for Alan Crowsby, who had actually done the majority of the work. “Referenced matrix does not exist.”
Ryan opened his mouth then, realizing he wasn’t sure how to respond to that, closed it. The two had been working on what he termed ‘the sex program’ for several months now, and they’d been running into issues all along. Up until now they’d been difficult to fix but they had been fixable. A matrix that didn’t exist was probably beyond his meager programming abilities. Mostly because it was impossible. “Sally, please run a complete self-diagnostic.”
“Affirmative.” While the knowbot checked its systems Ryan dropped to the floor, rolling onto his back. Once the cover plate was removed he pulled out his multi-tool, detaching the flashlight and putting it between his teeth. The powerful beam lit the entire system – wires, circuitry, everything. Sliding the monocle of his Universal Energy Tranceiver – his UET – over his eye, he watched the energy flow for a moment.
Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. “Magnify to one hundred times,” he said. Suddenly the circuits enlarged from nearly invisible to glowing lines the size of his finger. He scanned across them. “Five hundred,” he said. Now they were as large as – larger than – his wrist. The power flow was easily recognizable.
Still nothing out of the ordinary.
He was about to magnify again when Sally’s voice said, “Diagnostic complete. All systems fully functional.”
“Shit.” The Void Engineer rolled out from beneath the computer. That meant one of two things: either a non-existent matrix had ceased operating, or Sally’s systems were beginning to decay. That put the sex program on the back-burner. Maybe off the stove entirely. Sally’s systems were responsible for life support; if she went down the men in the DarkSide Beta Contruct probably wouldn’t be overly concerned with libido-suppressing drugs or programs that allowed them to give in to their more natural urges. “Shit.”
The woman pixilated suddenly, followed by the bed and the rest of the room.
ERROR EXECUTION CODE SIGMA-LCX12.D.X7 IN MATRIX R INOPERABLE MATRIX UNAVAILABLE
Ryan swore vehemently, slamming his fist into the console. “What happened now?” The error code continued to crawl across the monitor lazily, reporting inoperable matrices, inaccessible files and corrupt data.
“Error unknown,” the woman’s voice replied. She was not a sexual goddess. She was not even human. “Sally” was a SAKbot – semi-autonomous knowbot – that existed in the rather large nebulous area between MicroSoft Windows 3.0 and a fully aware artificial intelligence. ‘Her’ voice was a compilation of various female voices from Marilyn Monroe to Madonna. She had been a complete bitch to program, and he’d only had to rewire some of the hardware; he couldn’t imagine how hard it must have been for Alan Crowsby, who had actually done the majority of the work. “Referenced matrix does not exist.”
Ryan opened his mouth then, realizing he wasn’t sure how to respond to that, closed it. The two had been working on what he termed ‘the sex program’ for several months now, and they’d been running into issues all along. Up until now they’d been difficult to fix but they had been fixable. A matrix that didn’t exist was probably beyond his meager programming abilities. Mostly because it was impossible. “Sally, please run a complete self-diagnostic.”
“Affirmative.” While the knowbot checked its systems Ryan dropped to the floor, rolling onto his back. Once the cover plate was removed he pulled out his multi-tool, detaching the flashlight and putting it between his teeth. The powerful beam lit the entire system – wires, circuitry, everything. Sliding the monocle of his Universal Energy Tranceiver – his UET – over his eye, he watched the energy flow for a moment.
Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. “Magnify to one hundred times,” he said. Suddenly the circuits enlarged from nearly invisible to glowing lines the size of his finger. He scanned across them. “Five hundred,” he said. Now they were as large as – larger than – his wrist. The power flow was easily recognizable.
Still nothing out of the ordinary.
He was about to magnify again when Sally’s voice said, “Diagnostic complete. All systems fully functional.”
“Shit.” The Void Engineer rolled out from beneath the computer. That meant one of two things: either a non-existent matrix had ceased operating, or Sally’s systems were beginning to decay. That put the sex program on the back-burner. Maybe off the stove entirely. Sally’s systems were responsible for life support; if she went down the men in the DarkSide Beta Contruct probably wouldn’t be overly concerned with libido-suppressing drugs or programs that allowed them to give in to their more natural urges. “Shit.”