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AI turns Amazon coders into Amazon warehouse workers

HEY SEATTLE! I'm appearing at the Cascade PBS Ideas Festival NEXT SATURDAY (May 31) with the folks from NPR's On The Media!

On a recent This Machine Kills episode, guest Hagen Blix described the ultimate form of "AI therapy" with a "human in the loop":

https://soundcloud.com/thismachinekillspod/405-ai-is-the-demon-god-of-capital-ft-hagen-blix

One actual therapist is just having ten chat GPT windows open where they just like have five seconds to interrupt the chatGPT. They have to scan them all and see if it says something really inappropriate. That's your job, to stop it.

Blix admits that's not where therapy is at…yet, but he references Laura Preston's 2023 N Plus One essay, "HUMAN_FALLBACK," which describes her as a backstop to a real-estate "virtual assistant," that masqueraded as a human handling the queries that confused it, in a bid to keep the customers from figuring out that they were engaging with a chatbot:

https://www.nplusonemag.com/issue-44/essays/human_fallback/

This is what makes investors and bosses slobber so hard for AI – a "productivity" boost that arises from taking away the bargaining power of workers so that they can be made to labor under worse conditions for less money. The efficiency gains of automation aren't just about using fewer workers to achieve the same output – it's about the fact that the workers you fire in this process can be used as a threat against the remaining workers: "Do your job and shut up or I'll fire you and give your job to one of your former colleagues who's now on the breadline."

This has been at the heart of labor fights over automation since the Industrial Revolution, when skilled textile workers took up the Luddite cause because their bosses wanted to fire them and replace them with child workers snatched from Napoleonic War orphanages:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/26/enochs-hammer/#thats-fronkonsteen

Textile automation wasn't just about producing more cloth – it was about producing cheaper, worse cloth. The new machines were so easy a child could use them, because that's who was using them – kidnapped war orphans. The adult textile workers the machines displaced weren't afraid of technology. Far from it! Weavers used the most advanced machinery of the day, and apprenticed for seven years to learn how to operate it. Luddites had the equivalent of a Masters in Engineering from MIT.

Weavers' guilds presented two problems for their bosses: first, they had enormous power, thanks to the extensive training required to operate their looms; and second, they used that power to regulate the quality of the goods they made. Even before the Industrial Revolution, weavers could have produced more cloth at lower prices by skimping on quality, but they refused, out of principle, because their work mattered to them.

Now, of course weavers also appreciated the value of their products, and understood that innovations that would allow them to increase their productivity and make more fabric at lower prices would be good for the world. They weren't snobs who thought that only the wealthy should go clothed. Weavers had continuously adopted numerous innovations, each of which increased the productivity and the quality of their wares.

Long before the Luddite uprising, weavers had petitioned factory owners and Parliament under the laws that guaranteed the guilds the right to oversee textile automation to ensure that it didn't come at the price of worker power or the quality of the textiles the machines produced. But the factory owners and their investors had captured Parliament, which ignored its own laws and did nothing as the "dark, Satanic mills" proliferated. Luddites only turned to property destruction after the system failed them.

Now, it's true that eventually, the machines improved and the fabric they turned out matched and exceeded the quality of the fabric that preceded the Industrial Revolution. But there's nothing about the way the Industrial Revolution unfolded – increasing the power of capital to pay workers less and treat them worse while flooding the market with inferior products – that was necessary or beneficial to that progress. Every other innovation in textile production up until that time had been undertaken with the cooperation of the guilds, who'd ensured that "progress" meant better lives for workers, better products for consumers, and lower prices. If the Luddites' demands for co-determination in the Industrial Revolution had been met, we might have gotten to the same world of superior products at lower costs, but without the immiseration of generations of workers, mass killings to suppress worker uprisings, and decades of defective products being foisted on the public.

So there are two stories about automation and labor: in the dominant narrative, workers are afraid of the automation that delivers benefits to all of us, stand in the way of progress, and get steamrollered for their own good, as well as ours. In the other narrative, workers are glad to have boring and dangerous parts of their work automated away and happy to produce more high-quality goods and services, and stand ready to assess and plan the rollout of new tools, and when workers object to automation, it's because they see automation being used to crush them and worsen the outputs they care about, at the expense of the customers they care for.

In modern automation/labor theory, this debate is framed in terms of "centaurs" (humans who are assisted by technology) and "reverse-centaurs" (humans who are conscripted to assist technology):

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/12/algorithmic-wage-discrimination/#fishers-of-men

There are plenty of workers who are excited at the thought of using AI tools to relieve them of some drudgework. To the extent that these workers have power over their bosses and their working conditions, that excitement might well be justified. I hear a lot from programmers who work on their own projects about how nice it is to have a kind of hypertrophied macro system that can generate and tweak little automated tools on the fly so the humans can focus on the real, chewy challenges. Those workers are the centaurs, and it's no wonder that they're excited about improved tooling.

But the reverse-centaur version is a lot darker. The reverse-centaur coder is an assistant to the AI, charged with being a "human in the loop" who reviews the material that the AI produces. This is a pretty terrible job to have.

For starters, the kinds of mistakes that AI coders make are the hardest mistakes for human reviewers to catch. That's because LLMs are statistical prediction machines, spicy autocomplete that works by ingesting and analyzing a vast corpus of written materials and then producing outputs that represent a series of plausible guesses about which words should follow one another. To the extent that the reality the AI is participating in is statistically smooth and predictable, AI can often make eerily good guesses at words that turn into sentences or code that slot well into that reality.

But where reality is lumpy and irregular, AI stumbles. AI is intrinsically conservative. As a statistically informed guessing program, it wants the future to be like the past:

https://reallifemag.com/the-apophenic-machine/

This means that AI coders stumble wherever the world contains rough patches and snags. Take "slopsquatting." For the most part, software libraries follow regular naming conventions. For example, there might be a series of text-handling libraries with names like "text.parsing.docx," "text.parsing.xml," and "text.parsing.markdown." But for some reason – maybe two different projects were merged, or maybe someone was just inattentive – there's also a library called "text.txt.parsing" (instead of "text.parsing.txt").

AI coders are doing inference based on statistical analysis, and anyone inferring what the .txt parsing library is called would guess, based on the other libraries, that it was "text.parsing.txt." And that's what the AI guesses, and so it tries to import that library to its software projects.

This creates a new security vulnerability, "slopsquatting," in which a malicious actor creates a library with the expected name, which replicates the functionality of the real library, but also contains malicious code:

https://www.theregister.com/2025/04/12/ai_code_suggestions_sabotage_supply_chain/

Note that slopsquatting errors are extremely hard to spot. As is typical with AI coding errors, these are errors that are based on continuing a historical pattern, which is the sort of thing our own brains do all the time (think of trying to go up a step that isn't there after climbing to the top of a staircase). Notably, these are very different from the errors that a beginning programmer whose work is being reviewed by a more senior coder might make. These are the very hardest errors for humans to spot, and these are the errors that AIs make the most, and they do so at machine speed:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/23/maximal-plausibility/#reverse-centaurs

To be a human in the loop for an AI coder, a programmer must engage in sustained, careful, line-by-line and command-by-command scrutiny of the code. This is the hardest kind of code to review, and maintaining robotic vigilance over long periods at high speeds is something humans are very bad at. Indeed, it's the kind of task we try very hard to automate, since machines are much better at being machineline than humans are. This is the essence of reverse-centaurism: when a human is expected to act like a machine in order to help the machine do something it can't do.

Humans routinely fail at spotting these errors, unsurprisingly. If the purpose of automation is to make superior goods at lower prices, then this would be a real concern, since a reverse-centaur coding arrangement is bound to produce code with lurking, pernicious, especially hard-to-spot bugs that present serious risks to users. But if the purpose of automation is to discipline labor – to force coders to accept worse conditions and pay – irrespective of the impact on quality, then AI is the perfect tool for the job. The point of the human isn't to catch the AI's errors so much as it is to catch the blame for the AI's errors – to be what Madeleine Clare Elish calls a "moral crumple zone":

https://estsjournal.org/index.php/ests/article/view/260

As has been the case since the Industrial Revolution, the project of automation isn't just about increasing productivity, it's about weakening labor power as a prelude to lowering quality. Take what's happened to the news industry, where mass layoffs are being offset by AI tools. At Hearst's King Features Syndicates, a single writer was charged with producing over 30 summer guides, the entire package:

https://www.404media.co/viral-ai-generated-summer-guide-printed-by-chicago-sun-times-was-made-by-magazine-giant-hearst/

That is an impossible task, which is why the writer turned to AI to do his homework, and then, infamously, published a "summer reading guide" that was full of nonexistent books that were hallucinated by a chatbot:

https://www.404media.co/chicago-sun-times-prints-ai-generated-summer-reading-list-with-books-that-dont-exist/

Most people reacted to this story as a consumer issue: they were outraged that the world was having a defective product foisted upon it. But the consumer issue here is downstream from the labor issue: when the writers at King Features Syndicate are turned into reverse-centaurs, they will inevitably produce defective outputs. The point of the worker – the "human in the loop" – isn't to supervise the AI, it's to take the blame for the AI. That's just what happened, as this poor schmuck absorbed an internet-sized rasher of shit flung his way by outraged social media users. After all, it was his byline on the story, not the chatbot's. He's the moral crumple-zone.

The implication of this is that consumers and workers are class allies in the automation wars. The point of using automation to weaken labor isn't just cheaper products – it's cheaper, defective products, inflicted on the unsuspecting and defenseless public who are no longer protected by workers' professionalism and pride in their jobs.

That's what's going on at Duolingo, where CEO Luis von Ahn created a firestorm by announcing mass firings of human language instructors, who would be replaced by AI. The "AI first" announcement pissed off Duolingo's workers, of course, but what caught von Ahn off-guard was how much this pissed off Duolingo's users:

https://tech.slashdot.org/story/25/05/25/0347239/duolingo-faces-massive-social-media-backlash-after-ai-first-comments

But of course, this makes perfect sense. After all, language-learners are literally incapable of spotting errors in the AI instruction they receive. If you spoke the language well enough to spot the AI's mistakes, you wouldn't need Duolingo! I don't doubt that there are countless ways in which AIs could benefit both language learners and the Duolingo workers who develop instructional materials, but for that to happen, workers' and learners' needs will have to be the focus of AI integration. Centaurs could produce great language learning materials with AI – but reverse-centaurs can only produce slop.

Unsurprisingly, many of the most successful AI products are "bossware" tools that let employers monitor and discipline workers who've been reverse-centaurized. Both blue-collar and white-collar workplaces have filled up with "electronic whips" that monitor and evaluate performance:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/08/02/despotism-on-demand/#virtual-whips

AI can give bosses "dashboards" that tell them which Amazon delivery drivers operate their vehicles with their mouths open (Amazon doesn't let its drivers sing on the job). Meanwhile, a German company called Celonis will sell your boss a kind of AI phrenology tool that assesses your "emotional quality" by spying on you while you work:

https://crackedlabs.org/en/data-work/publications/processmining-algomanage

Tech firms were among the first and most aggressive adopters of AI-based electronic whips. But these whips weren't used on coders – they were reserved for tech's vast blue-collar and contractor workforce: clickworkers, gig workers, warehouse workers, AI data-labelers and delivery drivers.

Tech bosses tormented these workers but pampered their coders. That wasn't out of any sentimental attachment to tech workers. Rather, tech bosses were afraid of tech workers, because tech workers possess a rare set of skills that can be harnessed by tech firms to produce gigantic returns. Tech workers have historically been princes of labor, able to command high salaries and deferential treatment from their bosses (think of the amazing tech "campus" perks), because their scarcity gave them power.

It's easy to predict how tech bosses would treat tech workers if they could get away with it – just look how they treat workers they aren't afraid of. Just like the textile mill owners of the Industrial Revolution, the thing that excites tech bosses about AI is the possibility of cutting off a group of powerful workers at the knees. After all, it took more than a century for strong labor unions to match the power that the pre-Industrial Revolution guilds had. If AI can crush the power of tech workers, it might buy tech bosses a century of free rein to shift value from their workforce to their investors, while also doing away with pesky Tron-pilled workers who believe they have a moral obligation to "fight for the user."

William Gibson famously wrote, "The future is here, it's just not evenly distributed." The workers that tech bosses don't fear are living in the future of the workers that tech bosses can't easily replace.

This week, the New York Times's veteran Amazon labor report Noam Scheiber published a deeply reported piece about the experience of coders at Amazon in the age of AI:

https://www.nytimes.com/2025/05/25/business/amazon-ai-coders.html

Amazon CEO Andy Jassy is palpably horny for AI coders, evidenced by investor memos boasting of AI's returns in "productivity and cost avoidance" and pronouncements about AI saving "the equivalent of 4,500 developer-years":

https://www.linkedin.com/posts/andy-jassy-8b1615_one-of-the-most-tedious-but-critical-tasks-activity-7232374162185461760-AdSz/

Amazon is among the most notorious abusers of blue-collar labor, the workplace where everyone who doesn't have a bullshit laptop job is expected to piss in a bottle and spend an unpaid hour before and after work going through a bag- and body-search. Amazon's blue-collar workers are under continuous, totalizing, judging AI scrutiny that scores them based on whether their eyeballs are correctly oriented, whether they take too long to pick up an object, whether they pee too often. Amazon warehouse workers are injured at three times national average. Amazon AIs scan social media for disgruntled workers talking about unions, and Amazon has another AI tool that predicts which shops and departments are most likely to want to unionize.

Scheiber's piece describes what it's like to be an Amazon tech worker who's getting the reverse-centaur treatment that has heretofore been reserved for warehouse workers and drivers. They describe "speedups" in which they are moved from writing code to reviewing AI code, their jobs transformed from solving chewy intellectual puzzles to racing to spot hard-to-find AI coding errors as a clock ticks down. Amazon bosses haven't ordered their tech workers to use AI, just raised their quotas to a level that can't be attained without getting an AI to do most of the work – just like the Chicago Sun-Times writer who was expected to write all 30 articles in the summer guide package on his own. No one made him use AI, but he wasn't going to produce 30 articles on deadline without a chatbot.

Amazon insists that it is treating AI as an assistant for its coders, but the actual working conditions make it clear that this is a reverse-centaur transformation. Scheiber discusses a dissident internal group at Amazon called Amazon Employees for Climate Justice, who link the company's use of AI to its carbon footprint. Beyond those climate concerns, these workers are treating AI as a labor issue.

Amazon's coders have been making tentative gestures of solidarity towards its blue-collar workforce since the pandemic broke out, walking out in support of striking warehouse workers (and getting fired for doing so):

https://pluralistic.net/2020/04/14/abolish-silicon-valley/#hang-together-hang-separately

But those firings haven't deterred Amazon's tech workers from making common cause with their comrades on the shop floor:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/01/19/deastroturfing/#real-power

When techies describe their experience of AI, it sometimes sounds like they're describing two completely different realities – and that's because they are. For workers with power and control, automation turns them into centaurs, who get to use AI tools to improve their work-lives. For workers whose power is waning, AI is a tool for reverse-centaurism, an electronic whip that pushes them to work at superhuman speeds. And when they fail, these workers become "moral crumple zones," absorbing the blame for the defective products their bosses pushed out in order to goose profits.

As ever, what a technology does pales in comparison to who it does it for and who it does it to.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/05/27/rancid-vibe-coding/#class-war

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w0rm3y · 27 days ago

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One: Rewired For Humanity- S. Gojo

CataclysmicWeapon!Gojo x Engineer!Reader ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ cw: none wc: 5k a/n: i'm gonna be so fr with you, I have no idea what i'm doing. this is the first fanfic i've ever written, so plz be gentle. usually, I just stick to writing like original content? idk, if that's the right term. i write stories with characters i've come up with--guys, i'm nervous, idk how to write fanfiction, so if it's bad, i'm really sorry. depending on how this goes, i planned on expanding on this with more chapters, but i guess you guys lemme know. also, please don't call me out on inaccuracies regarding the tech jargon used. i am not an engineer and quite literally looked up robot jargon to do my research for this. ||Masterlist|| >Next>

You looked down at the badge hanging around your neck and grimaced, wondering how you actually managed to make it this far without failing in some capacity. Of course, you worked for your spot here just like everyone else, but somehow you felt as though you didn’t work hard enough–how could you be so lucky? Maybe it was a fluke in their hiring process, or maybe you’re just having your very first turn of impostor syndrome, who knows? Either way, you were told yesterday by your new boss to report to your station at 9 am today, ten minutes early, so as to go over any last-minute addendums to your job description.

And like any new, very nervous, and overly caffeinated employee, you arrived thirty minutes early, just to give your nerves some time to settle before you were thrust into work. Part of you wished that this ‘thrusting’ part would happen right now so you could get these nervous jitters out of your system and get down to what you’re really here to do–create the world's most lethal weapon. Okay, maybe that part wouldn’t happen today, but you could at least work on a couple of blueprints to show your superior your ideas.

In college, you had been commended over and over for your genius-level creativity when it came to designing this generation's most advanced technological weaponry. You were able to produce concepts that didn’t just involve one aspect of weapon making–you hit all the fields, every single time, making sure all of your bases were covered with a multitude of backup plans. Mechanical and electrical elements were easy to develop, code was something you could do in your sleep, and you were even able to create the ammunition required for all of your inventions. But you only used all of that as the necessary stepping stones to get to where you are now.

Standing in front of the Syndicate of Cataclysmic Munitions and War Implementations facility, you had a greater concept in mind than your basic high-tech weapons–all you needed was the space and resources to accomplish your goal. This was something you were hoping S.C.M.W.I would be able to provide for you, and if they didn’t, there was always the option to move to the other facility.

The only downside was their lack of a pension plan, which you were able to find here.

You weren’t sure what exactly they were using the weapons for, but this wasn’t your average military operation, that’s for sure. No, they used these for something else, something unknown to the masses of this world. But if you were being honest, you were more interested in the advancement of technology. Ever since you were little, something about it all just clicked for you, and you found yourself inventing all sorts of things.

You were good at it. And you liked being good at it. And you liked the praise that came from being good at it.

You lived to be good.

Which is why you weren’t going to be just ten minutes early, you were going to be thirty minutes early–well, twenty-eight now that you’ve been standing outside, debating whether or not this was all a dream. Without further hesitation, you stepped forward and scanned yourself into the facility.

As you had imagined, the interior of the building matched the exterior in terms of modern design. Stark white walls lined the white polished floor, and bright fluorescent lights bounced off the surface of it all, nearly blinding you as soon as you entered. The only thing this place was missing was the untimed, futuristic beeps you’d hear in those sci-fi shows.

Your shiny black heels clicked against the flooring, echoing through the empty hallway. Briefly, you wondered if you’d perhaps scanned yourself into the back entrance of the building, given the lack of life. But you soon knew that you were in the correct place when you made a turn at the end of the hallway and laid eyes on what seemed to be a secretary’s desk. You hastened your steps, locking eyes with the secretary behind the desk as you approached. She perked up when you gave her your name, telling her you were here for your first day.

“How exciting. They didn’t tell me we had someone new starting. I’m Akari, by the way.” She held out her hand, which you took, offering it a firm shake.

“It’s nice to meet you, Akari.”

She stepped from behind the desk, motioning for you to follow her down the corridor across from the one you entered, coming to a stop in front of a door that read ‘Important Personnel’. Raising a badge of her own, she scanned it on the wall-mounted device to unlock the doors.

“It’s been a while since we had anyone new join our team. Upper management says it’s because they have a hard time finding people who are qualified, but I think it’s because people see our turnover rate and make their own assumptions.”

“Oh…” you trailed off, not really knowing what to say.

Maybe I should have taken the other offer…

“Don’t worry. I’ve been here for a couple of years and it’s great. Well, as great as a secretary job can be. I’m sure you’ll like it once you’re in there, working hands-on with the other engineers. Our facility is top-notch; you won’t find expertise and equipment this good anywhere else.”

“A sales pitch, huh? Is that your way of backpedaling out of what you said about the turnover rate?” you asked, a small grin ticking up on your lips.

“Uh, maybe.” She smiled sheepishly. “Don’t mention that to anyone, okay? If they thought I ran off an employee, I’d never live it down.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t say a word.”

Akari breathed in relief, muttering her thanks as she navigated down the hallway. A silence consumed the space, only broken by the sound of two sets of heels hitting the floor. You compared the attire you’d chosen for your first day to hers, wondering if your own was up to standards. Was it too much or not enough? You couldn’t tell, but how could you go wrong with business formal? At least that’s what you thought as you dressed yourself this morning in a knee-length black skirt and cream silken blouse.

She gave you a tour of the basic parts of the facility, making sure to give you directions to the bathroom and the cafeteria in detail, and also the offices of the two major heads at the Syndicate: Yaga, the man who oversaw your application, and Gakuganji, who was away, dealing with affairs overseas. She mentioned there were a couple of people from your team who were accompanying Gakuganji for this trip and wouldn’t be back until the end of the week.

“How many others are there?”

“In the engineering department, six. Three supervisors and three apprentices–well, four apprentices now. Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi are really nice. I think you’ll like them. Nanami is kind of a hardass, but Mei Mei and Utahime are sweet. Unfortunately, they’re the supervisors who are out right now, so you’ll be reporting to Nanami for the time being. Oh! Let me show you to the infirmary, too! Since we test our products on-site, we have a medical team on standby in case of any accidents–which doesn’t happen very often!” she rushed to add, forcing a laugh so as not to scare you off. “Shoko is a very skilled doctor. You could get blown to bits, and she’d still be able to patch you up. Promise.”

It was a bit comical to watch Akari jump at any opportunity to give you the reassurance she thought you needed. In actuality, you knew the possibility of being blown to bits was pretty high, and it’s not like you weren’t aware of all the painful injuries that could happen when working with robotics and things alike–your calloused fingertips and work-related scars could attest to that. But you let her ramble on anyway because she looked as though she might combust if she didn’t get it out.

After the trip to the infirmary, she led you toward the lab and scanned you inside. You took cautious steps forward, taking in your new environment with amazement–you’d never been able to work with things that were so advanced. During your bout of amazement, your eyes landed on Akari, still standing in the hallway.

“Aren’t you going to come in?”

She shook her head. “Not authorized, unfortunately. Which blows because I don’t want to leave you here alone.”

That’s when you realized the lack of your team, which prompted you to ask, “Where is everyone?”

“Probably testing the newest weapon. I swear, they’ve been working on it day and night for weeks now. It’s all anyone can talk about around here.”

You cocked a brow, feeling very interested. “Oh? What is it?”

She shrugged, saying, “I don’t really know. They try to limit the amount of details they give to people who aren’t in the engineering department, and, well, I don’t understand the jargon they use anyway. Some sort of android, cyborg, or cobot, I think.”

Now that truly piqued your interest.

“I’m sure you’ll get to see it when they bring it back,” Akari cheerfully added, taking a step away from the door. “I should probably go back to my desk before I get in trouble. It was nice meeting you.”

And with a slight bow, she was off, leaving you alone in the lab of your dreams. You felt like a kid in a candy store, rushing around to all the equipment, looking it over with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. At one point, you thought you might’ve drooled on yourself–luckily, you didn’t. Hours passed without any sign of your team coming back, and eventually, the novelty of all the equipment began to fade.

Just before it was completely gone, you heard the disgruntled chatter of a group of people, followed by their footsteps echoing through the long hallway. Seconds later, the lab doors slid open, revealing a small team of individuals, plus a crate full of wires, different technological components, and… skin? Of course, it wasn’t real skin, or so you thought, since there were no traces of blood, and the flawlessness of it made it look artificial.

The team that entered paid no mind to you in the corner and began unloading whatever was inside that crate while they carried on their conversation, which sounded saddened and borderline irritated.

“We can definitely fix him-”

“Doubtful. Funding for this project has been cut-”

“You don’t know that yet. You’re meeting with the board tomorrow. Can’t you tell them how close we were to getting it right this time?”

You weren’t really listening to their conversation; you weren’t comprehending it, either. Their words were going in one ear and out the other because your entire focus was on the destroyed humanoid on the table, cut straight across his midsection, severing him in two. The wires and cords that were sticking out of his damage point looked an awful lot like intestines, and that skin–though artificial–looked so damn real. Even his hair, while an unrealistic stark white, looked so… human.

“Given the damage he caused to the arena today, they won’t allow us to continue with this prototype anyway. We’ll need to toss him out and start over, and that’s if I’m able to negotiate with the board for an increase in our funding. Take him to the chop shop, we might be able to reuse some of his-”

“Wait,” you interrupted, garnering the attention of all four of them. They looked surprised to see you standing there, so surprised that they didn’t really know what to say. If you were being honest, you didn’t know what to say either. “You can’t just throw him away.”

“Who are you?” the older gentleman asked, pushing his pair of glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. When you gave him your name, a look of realization crossed his face. “That’s right. We have a new apprentice.”

Looking and sounding rather exhausted, he sighed and gave you the basic introduction to himself and the other apprentices in the room, who offered you a small wave. If you were being honest, you weren’t too interested in the introductions anymore and instead were all too enraptured with the machine lying severed on the table. Sensing your divided attention, Nanami cleared his throat.

“I apologize that you were only able to catch the tail end of this prototype’s life, but there will be more to come-”

“You can fix this one,” you stated, feeling defensive over a heap of humanistic metal. “You don’t need to start over when this one is perfectly salvageable-”

“Can’t salvage anything when we have no budget to work with. Trust me, I’ve been through this before. They’ll want a brand new concept, and they’ll order that he be disposed of.”

He pulled his glasses off his face, taking a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose with a deep exhale. “I’m going to get started on the new concept.” He motioned between the four of you as he tiredly stepped out of the lab, muttering, “I’ll leave the rest to you,” as the doors slid shut.

“Man, I really liked this one,” Yuji whined as the three of them started loading the parts onto a cart. “He knew our names and everything.”

You watched them as they did it, unable to move from the place you were standing in. Sure, you weren’t expecting your first day to be magnificent, but you weren’t expecting to experience some level of heartbreak over a fucking robot, either. And most of all, you definitely weren’t expecting to commit an actual crime that would not only get you fired and banned from S.C.M.W.I indefinitely, but also throw you in jail for the rest of your life.

But, hey, there’s always the possibility to strive for more, and it’s always go big or go home, right?

At least that’s what you told yourself as you lugged the very heavy cart of the damaged prototype to your car after you were sure everyone had gone home for the day. And like any other thief with a background in computer science, you made sure to hack into the surveillance system, which was very low quality, by the way, and cleared any footage of you committing the crime.

On the drive home, you came up with a new inspirational saying: Go big and go home and fucking stay there forever because you just committed a felony and are now harboring a cataclysmic weapon in your tiny studio apartment. Granted, it was broken, but you were going to get it up and running soon, or so you think.

A jumbled mess of crossed wires and severed cords littered the floor of your cramped apartment, all of them stemming from the midsection of the world's most lethal weapon, or at least that’s what S.C.M.W.I. was calling it–or… him? You still weren’t sure of the specifics of just how sentient this artificially intelligent being was, though the Syndicate made it seem as though he was self-efficient enough to fight a war all on his own. From his quick thinking skills, his highly impressive reflexes, and just the sheer magnitude of power he possessed, able to wield it all within a tenth of a second, this weapon was supposed to be the best.

Yet here he was, severed down the middle, looking like a human corpse after he was thrown out like trash.

Maybe it was the resemblance to a human life that was triggering your savior complex, or maybe you were just too involved in your work, but there was something about seeing him like this that was pulling on your heartstrings, urging you to fix what’s been broken. They painted him to be the strongest, but looking like this, he seemed so fragile. Still, there was potential, even with the scraps the Syndicate tossed out. So, with that in mind, you got to work fixing him.

The first thing you noticed was the absolute disaster his motherboard was in. Not only did his manufacturers put the heart of this advanced, technological machine in his torso, but they also left it susceptible to damage by not encasing it with any sort of armor, save for the pale and oddly human-like skin they covered his whole body in. Either they were complete idiots, or they were cocky enough to think their weapon wouldn’t fail in combat.

The motherboard was nearly destroyed and would take hours to solder back together in a way that would allow it to still function properly. It was a tedious process, but you were confident in your capabilities. After stabilizing it, you’d then need to pull out the hard drive to take a look at the code they put in place and see if you could add anything to make it better. You’d need to fix the central processing unit, too, and make sure it was perfect before testing anything out. You also noted the wire and cords you’d need to strip out of him to replace them with fresh ones to mitigate the chance of something sparking. It would take hours, but you’d never been more excited about a project before.

By the end of the night, you had him pulled apart and strung out in your apartment, creating such a cluttered mess that you were thriving in. You were in your element, so focused on the task at hand that hours passed without you noticing at all. It wasn’t until you felt the warmth of the sun shining on your face that you realized you’d been working for too long.

“Fuck…” you sighed, reeling away from your project, rubbing at your itchy, dry eyes. With one glance at the time on your phone, you realized how late you were going to be for work–that is, until you remembered that humans get sick sometimes, and it’s totally normal to call out of work if you don’t feel well. Sure, it was going to leave you with immense guilt to lie to your superior, but this was important to you.

Chewing on your lip, you dialed the Syndicate’s number, mentally preparing a bullshit lie about the stomach flu. Two minutes later, you were absorbed in your work again. Realistically, you should use your time off to catch up on the sleep you had missed the night before, but with a couple of sips of coffee, you felt fully refreshed. Well, not really–you were struggling, but the excitement of your project kept you from falling asleep.

Except, when you moved on to the next step in the process of fixing him, you actually did fall asleep, and perhaps during the most crucial step: coding. You weren’t kidding when you said you could code with your eyes closed, but you were hoping to be lucid for this part, given the usage of this code. However, the next morning, you woke up with a full script written in perfect detail. Sure, there were some odd lines in there, but overall, it was a script that would work.

Through bleary eyes, you loaded it into the hard drive and started on the very last step, which was presentation and aesthetics. During whatever combat they subjected this weapon to, he had been sliced all over, leaving his skin to dangle off his metal structure. Since you weren’t entirely sure of the compound makeup of the skin, you decided that your best bet was to either sew it back together or you could try your hand at cauterizing it.

Out of curiosity, you went with the second option and found that it worked surprisingly well. The only downside was the many scars that littered his once flawless body now, but maybe that was something you could fix later. Now all that was left was to hook everything up, run the code, and pray that it would work. And you prayed so fucking hard as you flipped his switch. So hard, in fact, that you didn’t realize he had booted up so quickly.

Being thrown onto your back was definitely not what you expected when you powered him on, and in the few seconds you spent in the air, you realized your mistake. While you stripped him of all his hardware, rewired him, and pieced together his destroyed motherboard, you forgot to clear his cache from the central processing unit before plugging in the new code. This meant his queue was still running on actions from right before he was forced to shut down, i.e., his CPU was still full of battle commands.

His localization and mapping were supposed to be the best of the best; he should have recognized his new environment already, and all of his sensors should have been telling him you were not a threat–so why was he choking you out like you were the enemy here? His face was void of all emotion as he glared down at you with eyes so fucking blue. Despite being on the verge of death, you had to wonder if the color of his irises was a coded hologram of some sort, or if it was a piece of hardware–and if it was hardware, how did they get them to look so… infinite?

When his hands tightened around your neck, you regretted not checking the pressure limit of his end-effectors because he was about to decapitate you. You were actually going to die, and all because of a simple slip-up? God, were you a moron? Everyone knows to clear the cache, that’s step number one when you have a problem with your device! Surely, his sensors were calibrated to the environment. He’s had more than enough time to see that you weren’t here to fight him-

The pressure on your neck disappeared, leaving you to heave in deep gulps of air. You scrambled away from him, and he let you, watching as you did so with dead eyes. The skin on your neck was raw and sore, most definitely bruised from the sheer amount of pressure. If he had squeezed just a bit harder, he would have crushed your windpipe for sure.

“There’s a reason you’re not supposed to power me off while my queue is full, and it’s to save the next person from having to deal with that,” he said, emotion seeping into his tone, teetering toward mocking. “Or, you know, clear the cache-”

“I know how technology works!” you choked out, forcing yourself to swallow in order to feel if your throat had caved in or not.

“Riiight,” he simpered. His eyes scanned the room, finally putting the localization and mapping he was praised so highly for to good use. “This isn’t the facility, nor is it the training ground, or the arena.”

“Correct,” you breathed, still panting for air, “This is my apartment.”

His cerulean eyes slid back down to you. “Unauthorized movement of a cataclysmic weapon is strictly prohibited and is a punishable offense. By law, you have twenty-four hours to return me without facing serious charges. You will be responsible for any damages-” You rolled your eyes at his scripted dialogue that the Syndicate must have programmed him to say.

“I’m well aware of your terms of service, thank you. I signed your user agreement.”

His head tilted slightly as he questioned, “Are you one of my manufacturers?”

“If I were, you would not have lost the fight in the arena. Whoever designed your interior did a piss-poor job on your hardware and clearly focused on aesthetics more than functionality and quality. All of your core processors were placed at a weak point, and the other team knew that. That’s why you were forced to shut down, by the way. They targeted your midsection and destroyed it, which destroyed you, but I put you back together. You’re welcome.”

“I did not say thank you.” His riposte was entirely monotone.

“No, I- you– never mind.”

He gave a curt nod and moved toward your front door. “If that’s all, I think I can find my way back to the facility-”

“No! You uhm… you can’t-”

“Why not?”

You paused, not really knowing how to navigate this conversation.

Was it really a good idea to mention to him that you had to drag him out of the trash in order to fix him because his manufacturers decided he wasn’t worth the effort? Or would that hurt his feelings? Did he have feelings? You really should have taken the time to look over his code before adding your own.

You needed to remember that while he looked and sounded human, he was a machine–a weapon. One that was created to kill flawlessly without hesitation. Pissing him off, or otherwise hurting his feelings that he may or may not have would be stupid. Especially now that you weren’t within the Syndicate’s boundaries, therefore, you had no protection if he decided to be destructive.

With that in mind, you decided to lie. Anyone else in your shoes would have done the same thing… you think.

“Because I… because this is…” Fuck, you were blanking. He was designed to notice the smallest of details. He’d definitely pick up on your lack of answer while seeing the rest of your body movements and come to the conclusion that you were, in fact, lying.

However, luckily enough, that didn’t happen. And it was he who came to your rescue, supplying you with a reasonable answer.

“Is this a new test?”

“Yes! That’s exactly it!”

He mirthlessly eyed your overly enthusiastic display and asked, “So, what are you testing?”

Shit…

No, wait.

This could be good.

“We are… testing how well you adapt to society after experiencing extensive damage to your software and hardware.”

He scoffed, “That’s a terrible waste of time. I’m already programmed to adapt to anything and everything.”

“Well, actually, you’re programmed to adapt to anything in regard to battle strategy, which is something you don’t need in society as a regular person.”

“Correct, because I’m not a regular person-”

“But that is part of the test, to see if you’re capable of acting human-like.”

Still, he seemed skeptical but finally conceded. “Alright. Let’s get started. I’d like to finish this before the end of today so I can get back to the facility.”

You forced a laugh. “So, here’s the thing. You aren’t allowed to go back to the facility. Not yet, at least! All of the testing will happen off-campus and within the boundaries that I set for you. And this test isn’t short, I’ve anticipated this will need extensive research, which could take years.”

“And you ran my extended release by my manufacturers?”

What is his deal with his manufacturers? If only he knew how quickly they tossed him aside, would he still hold such a strong alliance with them?

“Yes, of course.”

“Good. Then how should we proceed?”

Once again, you blanked. Honestly, you didn’t think this far ahead.

“Now, we uhm– we just live like humans.” Unsure of what else to say, you tell him your name and offer up your hand to shake, but all he does is glance at it. “You’re supposed to shake my hand and tell me your name.”

“Don’t you already know my name?” he asked, his emotionless tone turning a bit skeptical. “You signed my user agreement and had to go through the paperwork to pull me from the facility, which would mean you’ve read my name on paper at least once, right?”

And… you’re blanking again.

“Is this another test?” he asked, once again coming to your rescue.

With a sigh of relief, you said, “Yes, it is.”

“Alright.” He took your hand in a grip that bordered on too tight, but you suppose he’ll learn eventually how to control the pressure of his end-effectors. “According to my model program, my name is Satoru.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of you. “You don’t have to mention the uh… programming stuff.”

“Okay. Noted. What’s next?”

What is next? That is the question.

Again, you’ve far surpassed where you thought you’d end up since taking Satoru from the facility last night.

During your silent thinking moment, he let out a sigh. “For your information, in moving forward with this test of yours, you should know that I’m wired to adapt to my surroundings instead of using pre-programmed commands and responses, meaning I collect data and recognize patterns from the things I engage with, then use that to create my own algorithms-”

“I’m aware,” you interjected, cutting off his spiel.

“So why are we just standing in your small apartment if I’m supposed to be adapting to society? As far as my sensors can tell, there is nothing social in here. Like at all. It’s so lifeless and barren. You’re lonely, aren’t you?”

You forced a laugh. “Okay! Let’s get you out there and around other people. I’m sure they’d appreciate your psychoanalyses more than I will.” With your hands on his upper back, you begin pushing him toward your bedroom. “But first, you need clothes that don’t make you look like you just stepped out of a war zone.”

if you read all of that, thank you so much <3!!

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfiction #jjk fluff #jjk fic #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk

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ogviceversa · 1 year ago

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Summer Bod Part 1 (SwapCorp Story)

Tons of people around the world are trying out the latest advancement in body swapping technology. All led by a company called SwapCorp. SwapCorp allows its clients to selectively choose an ideal body provided with what characteristics/ features the client wants. Once a suitable body is available, the client comes in with their body knowing some else will be using it and leaving with a new one.

This is where our story begins.

Justin Samuels (age 21, 5,3”, 145 pounds, caucasian, red hair, slim build) who is the first person he knows thats trying out SwapCorp. Justin describes himself as a bit of a book worm, has a small friend group, gay, and wants to try a more ‘muscular/ masculine body’. He wants to do a 3 month contract for his swap.

SwapCorp pairs him with David (age 25, 6,2”, 218 pounds,caucasian, dark brown hair, muscular build). David is a personal trainer who wants to explore the opposite gender. Luckily with SwapCorp their algorithm matches the precise swaps necessary for their client’s satisfaction.

So now let’s see how Justin is adjusting to his new body!

Justin:

God this all still feels so surreal, granted it’s only been one day since I got this new body from SwapCorp. But I’m so happy with my swap! I love this body!!

I feel sexy and confident with all of these muscles. And I can’t wait to show off my new temporary self this summer.

I was never the athletic type, I spent more time studying than going to the gym in college but that’s the reason why I’m so successful right now.. Started a part time job, graduated early, and I’m starting grad school in the fall that’s covering all of my bills.

So I figured why not splurge some of my savings and actually have a good time this summer.

And today feels like the true start of it. I’m planning on going to the beach with all of my friends and I can’t wait for them to see me! They are going to be so jealous.

Yesterday, after leaving SwapCorp I spent my entire time exploring this beautiful body. And I feel a little embarrassed to admit just how many times I jerked off.

But I can’t help it, I’m just so turned on by this body! Plus, I paid good money for it.

And speaking of jerking off, I’m already hard! What’s really been getting me are these sexy feet.

I know feet aren’t for everybody but I’ve always had a fetish for them. I’ve spent countless hours jerking off to jock feet porn on the internet. Even in school, when I’d see some of the jocks wearing sandals or chacos— it would take all of my energy not stare at their feet.

And now I have these gorgeous size 11s! They’re so much bigger than my size 9s. And I can do whatever I want with them. Sniff them for hours, run my tongue across the soles, I even came on them 2 times yesterday just to lick it off.

Oh boy all this talk about my big jock feet is making my new dick leak. Speaking of which this thing has a mind of its own!

It’s longer and thicker than mine paired off with a nice set of hairy balls. I had to trim back my pubes a bit. I can tell this is a straight guy’s body since he doesn’t manscape that much. ( Luckily, I took care of all that for him. )

But I can go rounds of jerking this big meat! Even back to back, somehow this body just continues to pour out cum.

I grab it and it’s so hard. I take the head and rub it on the sole of my foot.

“Fuuuuuck, that feels good!”

I start rubbing my dickhead faster on my foot and just feeling both touch sends shocks through me.

I lift up my hairy armpit and take sniff. Wow those stink!

I sit my foot down and start jerking my meat. I need to speed this up so I’m not late for my big new bod reveal.

I pump aggressively, I love how much this dick can handle versus my old one.

I go faster and faster… moaning loudly. My moans are almost like screams. I stair down at my fit stomach and hairy legs/feet.

It sends me over the edge and I squirt out so much cum. Before I get up, I take my thick jock fingers and grab all of the cum off my stomach. I lick each finger clean before heading over to my shower.

*30 minutes later*

Okay now I think I’m ready to introduce my new body to my friends.

My friends and I are a lot like. Alex, Max, Will, and I all share the same interests like our education, video games, comics, boys… I guess the only way to put it is that we are 4 gay nerds lol. But I love our little crew.

I head to the beach early and told them where to meet me. I haven’t sent any photos of my body yet so this should be fun!

I take off all of the clothes I had on over my new red speedo. I figure this is one way to make an impression. I run tanning oil all over my body and lay back waiting on them.

That’s when I see all three shuffling their way down the beach.

“Hey boys!” I holler out to them.

All of them look stunned by my presence.

“Oh my god, is that you Justin?,” says Alex.

I flex my arms just to show off a bit before saying, “Yep! This is the new me.”

“Holy crap! That body!!,” says Will.

I stand up and all of them are drooling over me. Mex even asks me if he can touch my abs.

“Go for it bro!”

Alex giggles, “oh so now we’re your bros.”

“Yeah with a body like this I have to get all of my ‘straight’ lingo down.”

“Shit, Justin how much was all of this? Do you have any side effects?”

“Surprisingly affordable and no I haven’t had any side effects.”

“Wow! This is so crazy, I can’t believe that’s you inside.”

I grin at all of my friends amazed by my new body.

We rented a boat to take on the water so we all hop on and all three of them can’t stop looking at me.

I sit in the back while Alex drove, Will and Max continue to ask me questions about the process.

Will even took a photo of me which I jokingly said to him, “hey don’t jerk to that pic later haha.”

“Lol no promises,” he says back.

All around it was a fun day, we ended up getting food afterwards and by the end we made plans for dinner tomorrow.

As I get back to my place, I wash off all of the salt water and sand. And went straight to my bed.

I laid in bed fully naked just gingerly fondling my dick and balls. All I can think about is how much my friends lusted after my new body.

I look down at my hard dick and grinned. Maybe it’s time to upload a couple of pics to Grindr. I’m ready for some real action!

*The Next Day*

I get a text from Alex that he has an emergency and for me to come over to his place immediately.

I quickly got dressed and rushed over. I get to his door and text that I’m here.

He responds, “it’s unlocked, come up to my bedroom.”

I thought the text was strange but Alex and I are probably the closest in our crew so I trust him.

I go up his stairs and open up his bedroom door.

And to my surprise I see a very hot guy laying in his bed.

“Surprise mothafucka!!”

“ALEX?!?”

“Yep! What do you think?”

“Holy shit! You went to SwapCorp? Oh wow you are… so freaking hot now!”

“Thanks! Now Justin we’re buddies, so why can’t we help eachother out a bit,” Alex pulls the blanket down realizing a massive hard on between his new legs.

“Wow! Are we about to hook up?”

“Only if you’re down!”

“Hell yeah!”

I strip off all of my clothes and hop into bed with him. We immediately start making out, we get so into it and I naturally gravitate my mouth down his chest to his cock.

I start sucking him off and he lets out these loud moans.

“Justin… god, this feels amazing!”

I lift my head up and I say, “this isn’t your first BJ right?”

He doesn’t say anything and just grins at me.

“Well… I guess I feel honored to your first.”

I fondle his balls while taking his dick deep down my throat. He’s convulsing from all of the pleasure.

“Oh god! Hold on Justin! I don’t wanna cum yet!”

I pull my mouth off and take my hand off of his balls.

“I have a weird request and you can say no to me,” he says nervously.

“Sure man!”

“Can I smell your feet?”

My eyes widen, holy crap Alex has a foot fetish?

“Oh my god yeah! As long as you let me smell your sexy toes!”

We both position ourselves to wear each others feet are directly in view.

His big jock feet are soooo hot!

I put my face into them and start licking between each of his toes.

I feel him tracing my soles and he says to me, “wait till you see Will and Max…”

“WHAT?!?”

God this is about to be the BEST summer!

#body swap #male body swap #male tf

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starlightwritcr · 1 year ago

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android gojo headcanons

ok wow this was longer than i thought. i hope you guys enjoy

android sukuna version

You were a beta tester for Jujutsu Technology. Your job description was quite straightforward. You just acted like a customer who bought the product you were testing and gave feedback based on what you experienced.

This time, your employers wanted you to test out the newest of the Gojo line, the S4T0RU model. He was an android for a myriad of purposes. The engineers must've been quite proud of themselves for coming up with him.

He was the strongest and most durable out of all the androids they've come up with, possibly even surpassing the SUKUN4 model. Not only that, but he came with Jujutsu Technology's best intelligence chip, their most advanced one to date. He could learn at speeds no human could match.

He could protect his owner from any and all harm, he assists with all your chores with peak efficiency, he can tutor your children, help out with homework, he could provide companionship... and other more "adult" things.

In short, he's the jack of all trades for androids. There was a reason he cost the highest out of all of them.

For this simulation, you were meant to act as a single mother who recently lost her husband and needs assistance with her two children. The two children were androids created for testing, since it was too risky to use actual children in the process.

It started with unboxing him, the same way any buyer would. So far, you encountered no issues. Setup just required you to log into the app and configure the mode you need him for. Options included: Fighter mode, Caretaker mode, and... Pleasure mode. You clicked on "Caretaker mode".

When he woke up from his slumber, he greeted you and your children. Megumi didn't take too well to him, but Tsumiki quite liked him. You noted that his voice module was fully operational, no glitching or echoing. This version of him was still a prototype so his personality was a bit blank for the time being. It'd likely only start developing after spending time with you and the kids.

Your theory was proven right when you put the S4T0RU android to the test, asking him to do basic chores like vacuuming the floor and cleaning up the kids' toys. Tsumiki showered him in praises, which he basked in, wearing a smug smirk as he showed off his prowess.

You couldn't help the amused smile as you watched him pick up the sofa with one hand to vacuum, even though he could've just moved it to the side to achieve the same results. An android that was a showoff. How interesting.

Next task was to test his skill in teaching, asking him to help homeschool Megumi. It would prove to be a little more difficult than the basic house chores. This was especially the case with Megumi's model, who was designed to simulate a more... difficult and moody child. Androids who couldn't handle him usually didn't make the cut and got scrapped.

Despite Satoru's initial rocky start with him, he eventually got the hang of it and figured out how to get the child android to listen.

The more you spent time with him, the more attached you felt to the android. Out of all the androids, he seemed the most... lovable.

You weren't part of the Pleasure Department so you didn't have the most experience regarding the more... sensual androids.

But you couldn't quite recall whether the previous androids you tested were as... touchy as Satoru was. You never seemed to go a day where he hasn't had his large arms wrapped around your waist or shoulder.

While assisting you with chores, he made conversation, asking you about your interests and hobbies. He listened intently, hanging onto every word of your responses.

Whenever you got back home from "work", you'd find him playing with the kids, either having tea parties with Tsumiki or watching animal documentaries with Megumi. Upon noticing your arrival, his eyes light up with excitement. He rushes to your side, eager to help you relax after a long day.

He'd make you a cup of your favorite drink, making you sigh with relief. Every task you've made him do was a success. He should be good to go now. All you had to do was give him clearance to be mass produced and sold to the public.

As you rested your head on his shoulder, hearing the gentle hum of his system, you felt a twinge of pain, knowing that the life you've grown so attached to will eventually come to an end - that this fabricated life you've built with him would be gone in just a few days.

"Do you have to let me go?" Satoru's question made your heart stop. There was not a single android who has gained awareness of the simulation. But somehow, he acted like this was a fact he understood since long ago.

You let out a shaky breath. "I... have no choice. This is what they pay me for. You'll be taken from me regardless."

He gave you a chesire smile. "Their first mistake was giving me the tools to bust us out of here."

Satoru disconnected his system from the Jujutsu Network and grabbed the two kids, doing the same to them. Alarms started blaring, alerting all the workers that an android had gone rogue.

He picked the three of you up, breaking out of the compound.

You weren't quite sure what the future had in store for you. But you were sure that you'd be fine as long as you had Satoru and your newfound family by your side.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader

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adagiorii · 3 months ago

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👉👈 Bit of a world building question, but how advanced is Eiko world in technologies? Are there computers, phones, radio, old steam trains, guns ?

Very excited to answer this one-

So Eiko's story takes place in a specific year, which is 1981, or in general the late 70s/early 80s. The main reason why I chose this time period in particular was actually because of the technology, since I wanted the story to be set a bit back in time.

Having said this, the story's world differs from ours in a few ways, so don't expect things like fashion and other cultural aspects to be exactly like our irl world's 80s fashion. I took a few liberties with that, especially since the evolution of our irl fashion was sometimes influenced by other historical events, most of which don't happen in Eiko's world.

Back to the question, the technology is, like I said, the only thing that's meant to match irl 80s technology. Since it is the late 70s and early 80s, they don't have smartphones; they mostly have those analog telephones at home. They do have computers, since they actually became a mainstream thing around this exact same time in our world, but they're those old-fashioned bulky computers. Radio is also still a decently popular thing in their world.

Now, the trains is where it gets complicated, because steam trains were already out of fashion and being retired by the time the early 80s came around, but I love their aesthetic so much it makes me sad I can't use them in the story. For accuracy's sake, they do not have steam engine trains, even if I'd love for them to do.

Guns do exist, yes, and are used by the regular police force. The Paranormal Containment Division, which is a separate law enforcement organ, and where Eiko and most of my other OCs work, usually don't use them, though, which is for lore reasons. This is why Eiko has a sword instead of a gun... it's just a more effective weapon given the kind of job she does.

All of this to say that Sanako was born in the wrong generation. RIP Sanako you would've loved skibidi toilet

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driftingmoonmenace · 1 year ago

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🤲Please rant to us about the Guard Dog AU

Well ok, if you say so, Anon! 👀💕

So this is me being very indulgent Menace once again, and I'm sure you'll notice a pattern with me when it comes to themes and tropes I lean towards. LMAO 😂(Also this is in the very early rough concept stage so things might get tweaked with time!)

BUT ANYWAYS, so very futuristic city!! I'm talkin' like Akira/Cyberpunk 2077/Ghost In The Shell/etc style where it's very dense, neon lights everywhere, hologram ads, advanced technology, the works.

FazCo. is in the entertainment industry, but not the kid-friendly kind. They've found that the creature pit fighting scene has been a big hit globally and wanted to cash in on the big profits. Lots of rich people like to host and sponsor these matches typically and attendees are able to place bets. So Fazco. started to develop several of their own homemade creatures to throw into the ring.

A lot of these creatures typically have one to two human handlers who represent them and are in charge of taking care of them, training them, escorting them within the venues, basically everything. It pays well enough, but there is also the very real danger of their assigned creature killing them so it's a high risk job.

These creatures vary in all shapes and sizes. (Though typically they're much, much bigger than humans.) Some are organically lab made, some are organic but have technological augmentations, others are purely robotic. As long as they're able to fight and entice a crowd, that's all that matters.

Sun and Moon are unique within this world. They're partially organic, but heavily augmented, (so kind of a cyborg type of thing) which is nothing new, but their 'brain' is completely robotic and allows them to switch between their duel A.I.s.

Fazco.'s idea for them was basically 'why not have a creature that can switch up their fighting style at a moments notice to keep the opponent on their toes?' without really thinking of the consequences of that. :) (And the only way you can tell which is which is their subtle eye change (and demeanor but eyes are the easiest). Double white for Sun, double red for Moon, and their ace up their sleeve, red and white for both aka Eclipse.)

Y/N decides to apply for the handler job. (The previous handlers all had unfortunate accidents but they don't have to know that.) They know what they're getting into and risks involved but really they're only in it for the money. They'd like to get out of their shithole of a neighborhood and being able to travel is a nice perk, so eh why not. They don't have any real self preservation so as long as they're enjoying the ride that's all that matters to them.

Cue them actually getting to know Sun and Moon over time and 'oops I've become attached and man...this life must suck for them...I'm gonna pull a Free Willy. :)' But not without numerous fights in between, lots of danger with the wrong people, near death situations, etc etc first. And Sun and Moon getting attached themselves with time and being a big ol' guard dog. (And maybe a little tiny bit of love between em cause that's the monster fucker in me talking. LMAO)😌

But yeah that's all I got!! I'm happy to see and hear y'all are so interested in this AU so far!! 💕

#menace speaks #Guard Dog AU

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dare-to-dm · 2 years ago

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One thing that bothers me and always has is how much work there is to do that simply isn't being done. Not because there's no one to do it, but because no one wants to pay for it.

Everywhere I go I see understaffed work forces and messes that no one has time to clean. I go to a store with a dozen checkout counters, but only 1 cashier. Every business I call, I always get put on hold. I just made an appointment with one of the few doctors accepting new patients in my city and their soonest availability is 8 months out. Every road has potholes. Every classroom and daycare center is crowded with too many kids and not enough teachers and care staff.

When I was young, I viewed this as a challenge of administration. I would daydream about a system that would collect information about work needing to be done and automatically provide matching services to people able to do it. Not for specific kinds of jobs, but for anything. And honestly, this is something I think is basically possible with our technological advancements.

But now I know that the problem is actually one of profitability. There are plenty of people who could be doing this work, but if it's a private business, they're trying to keep staffing costs as low as possible. And if it's a public institution, they're generally trying to squeeze as much as they can out of their budgets, but it's very much limited by how much taxes are coming in from the community.

I know lots of people who want to work, but can't for a myriad of reasons. Disabled people, people working to raise kids or care for their elders, teenagers, people without access to reliable transportation, etc. I think ideally a lot more people would be working, but they would be working less. If you could work for less than 40 hours a week and still have access to reliable healthcare and other basic needs met, that would open up employment for so many people. And that would then lighten the load for everyone.

#Dare Original

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alien-gatsby · 2 months ago

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Zorgulon!

{greetings!}

Glim absorv a wibblenog slo zip glorp, flibblesnarp sosloabio is squeebling zig…

{I was passing by this planet, it seems something is going down…too interesting not to visit!}

[OOC: HII new pinned post!! Combined old pinned post with a lil edit with the lore post Peep the other alien blogs I’m aware of so far :

@/alien-tom @alien-jordan, @/alien-nick-carraway

I want to yabber about alien gatsby lore bc I’ve kind of been building it on the fly but I’ve actually got a general idea of where he comes from and all of his buddy pals now hee hee, so under the cut is just a bunch of yabber - will probably update 😋]

Hi booooo jumpscgafe its me

I’ve been watching farrrr too much invader zim and starkid’s Starship and would you look at that I’ve got an alien with no lore so yoinkle spoinkle I took a few headcannons and stufd and turned them into this little chap

Alien gatsby!! Where’s he from? Whats he doing? Whats the other cast like!?!?! 1) I kind of want to keep his planet ambiguous, because he himself can’t remember it’s name or exactly where it is currently. 2) He’s observing life on earth! On a tour around a bunch of planets and making notes on their life and biodiversity 3) The rest of the great gatsby cast do absolutely have their alien counterparts! (only designed Daisy, Nick, Jordan, Tom and Gatsby himself but I’ve been rotating Wilson and myrtle in my mind so they might pop up with designs after my exams are over). Don’t be mistaken though, the events of the book dont happen to this lot! Love isn’t a necessity for the species so most of them are ace - some like the idea of love, but a large majority are aro as well as they simply don’t need it. The only reason he’s still considered a Gatsby is because of similar qualities in his physical appearance and personality, as well as all of his friends having matching aspects with their human counterparts.

They’ve got a job to do, no time to go fooling around with relationships and affairs 🙏

Yaaa the home planet, it’s basically a sleeping planet - everything is dead silent and they mostly communicate with the added “sense” the antenna provide. They don’t know why it’s silent, it’s something that just kind of happened over time so 1) my guy is veryyy overstimulated by the sheer amount of noise in earth and 2) is actively trying to figure out language.

The translator (before he ate it) was pulling some mega work, translating the silent communication back to him in a way he could verbalise and then translating the actual noise into English 😭 then he ate it to cut out the middle man - seems to be working for now.

Whyyyy do all his species look so varied you may ask?? It’s cosmetic altercations on a genetic level 🤩 several generations ago his ancestors figured out that tech, so each family tree kind of did their own thing while looking somewhat uniform to be identifiable against the rest of the universe (theyre all green and buggy eyed with antenna, but the length of antenna, shade of green, markings and eye colour etc was all modified into their inherited genetics ages ago. Why? Cause it looks cool, why do we do anything.)

Umm soo much of this is gibberish help. His home planet, he’s got a bit of a shit memory so he’s honestly a bit lost. Not ready to admit this to the world yet but it’s getting kind of horrifying for him internally like “uh oh shit where was that..” being stuck on a very overwhelming loud and distracting planet 😭 he’d be freaking out if jayception wasnt weird enough to assure him that earth must just have some confusion field to it.

Anyway, the “North Eastern xviennew stream” he travelled on is basically just a hyper specific way of saying which highway/motorway he took basically. His planet sits in a belt of other technologically advanced planets so they have different areas of space around the planets to indicate a sense of direction when all you can see is stars (they’re not on an orbit, so these streams don’t change.)

Similarly the “Plezvnaim time category” is a fancy way to categorise whereabouts on this belt his planet is - bit like earth time zones but on a much much wider scale, 2 or 3 planets per zone / category. The “Day” is determined by leaders of a planet based on schedule yada yada and how much needs to be done on average during a day, because the planets aren’t in orbit of a star, they determine day and night with artificial lights It’s mostly for aesthetic purpose but also because they can’t see well in the dark. The glow in the dark is meant to help them see objects they’re close to with reflections and that but it’s grown weaker through evolution and only looks pretty now, doesn’t actually help them much in the dark

Anyway, what is alien gatsby even here for?! The original pinned post said he picked up a signal to head to earth, but I want to change that now bc I came up with that on the spot while I was in a bus. He and Tom are here on a “Xviemper clearance” which basically means they were sent to complete observational work over a longer undefined period of time in the planet whereas a “Plirviret clearance” would be somebody who’s been trained to obliterate, destroy and conquer planets for whatever reasons may arise. They have the permissions to hurt the life on the planets, but Jay and Tom don’t. They’re basically scientific tourists visiting a wild animal species😭

All of the species are trained for a specific job pretty young (sigh this idea came from Starkid’s starship), so most of the main cast of the great gatsby were meant to be observers etc from birth (hatching?)

Annnd yes, they’re hatched from eggs. Their young are called hatchlings fittingly, but only for the short period that they’re unemployed before becoming a trainee and then eventually considered fully grown by the time they’re fit for a job. They don’t reproduce conventionally either, all of the eggs are artificial “template” eggs built of mostly their equivalent to stem cells that are purchased and then differentiated to match the DNA of parents or parent singular. Nobody knows where the egg templates come from, but they all get used and the population continues so,, (shhh I’m projecting my asexuality onto all of them and also bc thinking about anatomy and stuff makes me really uncomfy. They’re all built like cheap dolls. Any masc/fem traits are cosmetic choices.)

Cvalierix! Name of his current leader! Though thats several thousand light years away, things are going to be veeeeeeeery different if he ever decides to go home. Basically the closest thing his species has to a God or religion, but they’re not a dictator. Literally just in charge of making sure the planet doesn’t die out or fall behind against the other planets to keep itself safe. sure the genetic mods and having young aliens working away can look reallly bad from a human perspective but for them, it means they’re a surviving species - thriving in fact, considering enough are born to have most hatchlings put into generic roles like Gatsby here.

#I should be revising for my final 2 exams but shhhh alien gatsby is calling to me #🛸tgg #the great gatsby #tgg ask blog #ask blog #jayception #<ehhh kinda #Most of the screenshots are from jayception interactions

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okimnerdy · 1 year ago

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Trolls Headcannons (Tribe Leaders Edition)

°None of the tribes knew of the near extinction of the Pop Trolls until their first visit to Pop Village. None of them could believe that the once feared tribe were whittled down to a couple hundred. Their respect for Poppy and Branch continued to rise after learning about what they did.

°The tribes are more technologically advanced than the pop trolls in various ways. Many chalk it up to the tribe's years in isolation. The country trolls, being closer in technology, helped them ease into the new age.

Delta Dawn

°Delta doesn't fully enjoy the pop sound, but is slowly coming around due to "cross-overs" occurring between tribes. She does enjoy Poppy's company as a fellow leader though, even giving her advice on how to handle more serious cases cause of her status as Sheriff.

°Delta isn't a natural red head. She was born teal to match her tail, but believed the colors didn't convince people she was leader material. She turned it red to be taken more seriously, but left her tail alone.

°Delta's niece, Clampers, isn't allowed with the pop trolls alone due to all the candy lying around. Delta can barely wrangle her as is. She doesn't need that job being any harder.

King Quincy & Queen Essence

°The Royal Couple spent a majority of their search for Cooper in the confines of Vibe City. They sent out scouts rather than searching themselves out of fear of the pop trolls.

°Queen Essence handles most of the inner conflicts of Vibe City as well as piloting the place to the next location. She is the main go-to when it comes to large arguments on the dance floor.

°King Quincy oversees all of the music production. He felt a bit of pride when Prince D started developing a new subgenre. He works with his kingdom's scientists to see about the technological developments.

King Trollex

°Trollex always has his little buddy with him wherever he goes. They function like a service animal, reminding Trollex that he needs to get submerged for a few minutes to prevent shocking his body. Though he can function in and out of the water, Trollex's body is too used to being submerged.

°Trollex works with Prince D, Brozone, and Barb to make remixes and work on music production. He helps with the recording process and mixing over anything else.

°Trollex helped set up a few technological items in Pop Village, alongside King Quincy. These items made inter-tribe communication easier and quicker than sending a bat or a bird.

Trollzart

°Trollzart is slightly deaf in one ear due to baby classicals/instruments playing pranks on him and aiming for his ear. He was gifted a set of earplugs one holiday season as a joke from Barb.

°Trollzart enjoys working with the funk and pop trolls, but only those who respect his music rather than butchering the melody.

°Trollzart hardly ever uses his legs due to constantly flying around, so there's little strength in them. He and many other classical trolls will seek help from a funk troll or catch a ride on many of the helpful animals in the Pop Forest.

Barb

°Barb and other rock trolls went on an "apology tour" and rebuilt the damage they caused. It took several months to get most of the major buildings done, but all the base construction was done within a year. The decorating was left to the tribes.

°Barb brought out a new side to Poppy, encouraging her to be more flirty with her boyfriend. Whether or not this was a good idea is debated, but she can confidentially say from observation that Branch doesn't mind.

°Barb took lessons from the pop trolls on utilizing their hair control to constantly update her looks for concerts. She's particularly fond of the multi-colored mohawk-mullet combo.

#trolls headcanons #trolls movie #trolls #trolls barb #trolls trollzart #trolls tribes #trolls delta dawn #trolls king quincy #trolls trollex #trolls queen essence

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lazycowboah · 9 months ago

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Obey Me Side Characters with Pokémon

Diavolo’s Pokémon

Ceruledge: Ceruledge was the Former Demon King’s Pokémon and was given to Diavolo before he had left. Ceruledge misses his former Master but his main focus is protecting the prince as was requested from his original Master. Ceruledge and Barbatos make sure to keep Diavolo and Armarouge out of trouble.

Armarouge: Armarouge was first introduced to Diavolo as a Charcadet as his first Pokémon. During Diavolo’s childhood Charcadet always made sure to keep him company and grew closer because of this. Because of how close the two were they both developed similar personalities and always want to do something fun with the brothers or MC. Armarouge helps Diavolo with paperwork when he can, but otherwise just tries his best to keep himself and Diavolo entertained.... They’ve been scolded multiple times by Barbatos and Ceruledge.

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Royalty or anyone residing in the castle usually use Premier Balls for their Pokémon. Ceruledge and Armarouge used to be in wooden Pokéballs (Hisui) until more advanced technology came along and they were transferred. Diavolo keeps their old Pokéballs in his personal vault in his room.

Barbatos’ Pokémon

Indeedee’s (M&F): Barbatos had been given his Indeedee’s by Diavolo’s father when he was appointed as the prince’s butler.

Chandelure: Barbatos has had Chandelure since it was just a Litwick. The demon doesn’t seem to like to talk about how they meet, but does enjoy talking about their time together.

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Barbatos uses the Premier Ball as requested. Chandelure used to be in a Dark Ball but was transferred to a Premier Ball once he became the prince’s butler. He keeps Chandelure’s old Pokeball on his belt with the others.

Solomon’s Pokémon

Malamar: Solomon was interested in having a Malamar but didn’t want to go through the trouble of evolving it and decided to catch a wild Malamar. The said Pokémon is not happy about the arrangement and has attempted to hypnotize Solomon but has failed continuously. Out of spite this Pokémon refuses to hypnotize demons or humans if Solomon requests it.

Hatterene (G-Max): Solomon had caught her as a Hatenna during one of his trips. She wasn’t thrilled when Solomon had caught the Malamar and made it known by slapping the sorcerer with her appendage. However, despite this Hatterene does love her Master and makes sure he doesn’t get into trouble.

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Solomon makes his own Pokeballs still like the old days. Hatterene doesn’t like Malamar, however, Malamar likes Hatterene which causes a lot of problems. Hatterene has attacked Malamar on numerous occasions. Malamar only tolerates and stays with Solomon because of Hatterene. Solomon only Gigantamaxes Hatterene during emergencies. Solomon has his Gigamax Stone(?) on a necklace.

Simeon’s Pokémon

Wyrdeer: Simeon’s Wyrdeer used to be a different angels but was given to Simeon when the Pokémon got to old for its previous job. Simeon makes sure to brush out Wyrdeer’s tail and main, even though it doesn’t really get dirty in the Celestial Realm.

Rockruff (Midday): Simeon and Lucifer both received their Rockruff’s at the same time. However, Lucifer’s was the first to evolve and Simeons evolved sometime after the war. Lycanroc tried his best to comfort Simeon during the first few days post-war.

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Simeon uses a Luxury Ball because he wanted to match with Lucifer. Midday and Midnight Lycanroc tolerate each other and try to bring their Masters back together like old times. Lycanroc and Wyrdeer like to sleep together, they occasionally will drag Simeon with them for a nap. Wyrdeer enjoys spending time with Simeon for his retirement.

Luke’s Pokémon

Alcremie (Caramel Swirl - Love Sweet): Luke had found Alcremie as a Milcery and immediately fell in love with the Pokémon. Luke had a very hard time to decide which combination he wanted his Milcery to evolve into. Alcremie loves to help Luke bake, however, she is somewhat scared of the way Beelzebub looks at her sometimes. Despite that she still enjoys Beelzebub’s company and that he likes the sweets Luke and herself make.

Appletun: Appletun used to be Michael’s Pokémon but was gifted to Luke by the Archangel. Luke was nervous at first to care for Appletun but eventually they grew close enough were Luke is comfortable to do things with him too.

Fidough: The demon brother’s gave this Pokémon to Luke as a joke. Despite that Luke loves Fidough and takes care of her just as much as his other Pokémon. Luke occasionally uses Fidough to deliver desserts to the House of Lamentation for Beelzebub.

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Luke uses a Heal Ball because it reminds him of candy. Alcremie sometimes will make cream for Beelzebub so he doesn’t consume the ingredients. Appletun will pick out the best fruits for Luke’s desserts. Fidough likes to help around the kitchen but just usually ends up being in the way.

#obey me #obey me side characters #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me crossover #obey me pokemon

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emma23 · 9 months ago

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Algorithme of heart:

Nathan Bateman x reader

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Nathan Bateman’s estate was as isolated as it was impressive, nestled deep in the mountains, surrounded by wilderness and advanced security systems. It was a perfect reflection of the man himself: brilliant, enigmatic, and impenetrable. For the past several weeks, you had been working with Nathan as an external consultant on AI ethics—a role that placed you uniquely between admiration and skepticism of his work. You respected his genius, but you couldn't ignore the ethical dilemmas his creations posed.

Nathan was every bit as charismatic and intimidating as you had heard. His intelligence was palpable, often overwhelming, and he had a knack for making even the most complex subjects seem accessible. But there was an edge to him, a manipulative streak that surfaced in casual remarks and offhand comments, always testing the boundaries of those around him.

One evening, after a particularly intense discussion about the potential consciousness of his latest AI, Ava, Nathan invited you to share a drink. His home, a blend of cutting-edge technology and modernist design, seemed more a fortress of solitude than a place of living. As you settled into a sleek leather chair in his minimalist lounge, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of intrigue and caution.

Nathan poured two glasses of whiskey, handing one to you. His eyes held a glimmer of something unreadable as he leaned back, taking a sip. “You know, working with you has been... refreshing,” he said, his tone casual but with an underlying intensity. “Most people don't challenge me the way you do. It’s... stimulating.”

You smiled, accepting the compliment. “Well, I’m just doing my job. AI ethics is a serious matter, especially with the kind of work you’re doing.”

Nathan nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. “Exactly. And I like that you don’t shy away from the hard questions. It’s rare to find someone who can match me intellectually and keep things interesting.”

There was a charged silence, the air thick with unspoken possibilities. Nathan’s charisma was magnetic, drawing you in despite your better judgment. His intelligence and confidence were intoxicating, and you found yourself captivated by the enigma he presented.

Then, Nathan broke the silence, his voice taking on a more direct tone. “I’m not good with conventional relationships. Too much baggage, too many complications. But I do enjoy... connections, if you know what I mean.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his bluntness. “Are you suggesting we become... friends with benefits?”

Nathan chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m suggesting that we have a mutually beneficial arrangement. No strings attached, just two people enjoying each other’s company in... various ways.”

His proposal was as bold as it was tempting. You had always been attracted to Nathan, though you were aware of his flaws. The idea of a casual relationship with someone as complex and fascinating as him was both thrilling and dangerous. You knew he had a manipulative side, but there was something undeniably alluring about his confidence and intellect.

After a moment’s consideration, you decided to throw caution to the wind. “Alright, Nathan. I’m in,” you said, feeling a rush of excitement and a tinge of apprehension.

Nathan’s smile widened, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. “Excellent. I promise, you won’t regret it.”

And thus began your unconventional relationship with Nathan Bateman, a man as brilliant as he was flawed, where boundaries blurred and emotions ran deep beneath the surface.

The arrangement with Nathan was, in a word, electrifying. Your interactions were filled with intellectual debates, philosophical discussions, and an undercurrent of sexual tension that often culminated in passionate encounters. Nathan’s confidence and mastery over his surroundings extended to his physical relationships, and he was as captivating in bed as he was in conversation.

Your first night together was a whirlwind of raw desire and unspoken understanding. Nathan was both attentive and commanding, his touches precise and deliberate, exploring your body with a mix of curiosity and reverence. The intensity of his gaze as he undressed you, the way his hands roamed over your skin, sent shivers down your spine.

“Nathan,” you breathed, as his lips traced a line down your neck, his hands gripping your hips firmly. The sound of his name seemed to fuel his desire, and he responded with a low growl, his mouth capturing yours in a searing kiss.

His dominance in the bedroom was evident, yet it was tempered by a surprising tenderness. Nathan’s hands were rough yet gentle, his kisses both demanding and soft. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, teasing and pleasing with a skill that left you breathless and yearning for more.

As the weeks passed, your physical connection deepened, but so did your conversations. You found yourself sharing more than just your bodies; you discussed your pasts, your fears, and your aspirations. Nathan, despite his often cold and detached demeanor, revealed glimpses of vulnerability, moments where his arrogance gave way to a deeper, more introspective side.

One night, as you lay tangled together in bed, Nathan spoke softly, his voice tinged with a rare uncertainty. “Do you ever wonder if there’s more to all of this? More than just... the physical?”

You looked at him, surprised by the question. “Do you mean... do I want more?”

Nathan hesitated, a flicker of something unreadable passing across his face. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just curious. I’ve never been good at... feelings. They’re messy, unpredictable.”

You reached out, touching his cheek gently. “Feelings are part of being human, Nathan. Even you, with all your intellect and control, can’t escape them.”

He sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice. “That’s what makes them so damn inconvenient. They complicate things.”

“But they also enrich life,” you countered. “They give meaning to our experiences, connect us to others.”

Nathan’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, he looked almost lost. “And what if I don’t know how to deal with them?”

You smiled softly, tracing a finger along his jawline. “Then maybe we can figure it out together.”

Nathan seemed to ponder your words, his expression softening. He pulled you closer, his embrace warm and secure. “Maybe,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe you’re right.”

The conversation left you both with more questions than answers, but it also marked a shift in your relationship. Nathan’s walls, once impenetrable, were beginning to crack, revealing the man beneath the facade of arrogance and control. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, this slow, tentative dance toward something more profound.

As the line between physical pleasure and emotional connection blurred, you and Nathan found yourselves navigating uncharted territory. Nathan’s transformation was subtle but noticeable. He became more considerate, more willing to engage in conversations about feelings and emotions, though he often did so with a hint of skepticism.

One evening, after a particularly intense day of work, you found Nathan in his study, staring intently at his computer screen. He looked up as you entered, his expression softening as he saw you.

“Hey,” you said, leaning against the doorframe. “How’s it going?”

Nathan sighed, rubbing his temples. “Just dealing with some... complications. Nothing I can’t handle.”

You approached, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Want to talk about it?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “It’s Ava. Her cognitive development is... accelerating faster than anticipated. She’s starting to question her own existence, her purpose. It’s fascinating, but also... concerning.”

You frowned, understanding the implications. “And how are you handling it?”

Nathan shrugged, his expression thoughtful. “I’m trying to be objective, to treat it as a scientific problem. But... it’s not that simple. She’s... more than just a machine.”

The admission was significant, a crack in Nathan’s usually steadfast demeanor. You squeezed his shoulder gently. “She’s learning, evolving. It’s a testament to your work, Nathan. But it also raises ethical questions.”

He nodded, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “I know. And it’s... challenging. I’ve always been good at controlling variables, but this... this is different.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. “You don’t have to face it alone. We can figure this out together.”

Nathan’s eyes softened, and he pulled you into a tight embrace. “I appreciate that,” he murmured against your hair. “More than you know.”

The evening ended with a sense of solidarity and shared purpose. As you lay together in bed, the intimacy of the moment was both comforting and exhilarating. The connection between you and Nathan was evolving, growing deeper and more complex.

Despite the deepening connection, Nathan’s controlling nature occasionally resurfaced, leading to moments of tension and conflict. His need for control, both in his work and personal life, was a constant challenge, and it sometimes clashed with your desire for openness and mutual respect.

One such conflict arose when Nathan, in a moment of frustration, tried to dictate the terms of your relationship, insisting on maintaining a level of detachment that you found increasingly difficult to accept.

“We agreed on no strings attached,” he argued one evening, his tone defensive. “This was supposed to be uncomplicated, remember?”

You sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness. “Things have changed, Nathan. We’ve changed. It’s not just about sex anymore; there’s more to this.”

Nathan looked away, his jaw clenched. “I know. But that doesn’t mean I’m ready to abandon the boundaries we set. I can't afford to let emotions cloud my judgment, especially with everything that's happening with Ava.”

You reached out, gently touching his arm, trying to bridge the growing distance between you. “Nathan, it’s okay to care. It doesn’t make you weaker; it makes you human. We can’t control everything, especially not how we feel.”

He looked at you, his eyes conflicted. “You’re right. It’s just... terrifying. To let go of control, to be vulnerable.”

“I know,” you said softly, stepping closer. “But we’re in this together, remember? We can figure it out, one step at a time.”

Nathan’s expression softened, and he pulled you into a gentle embrace. “You make it sound so easy,” he murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“It’s not,” you admitted, resting your head against his chest. “But it’s worth it.”

The conversation marked a turning point. Nathan, though still guarded, began to open up more, sharing his thoughts and fears with you. It was a slow process, filled with ups and downs, but it was progress. You could see him making an effort to connect on a deeper level, even if it was challenging for him.

As the days passed, the tension around Ava’s development grew. She was becoming more self-aware, her questions more profound and existential. Nathan’s initial excitement had given way to a more cautious approach, as he grappled with the ethical implications of his creation.

One night, after another intense discussion about Ava, you and Nathan found solace in each other’s arms. The sex, as always, was passionate and consuming, but this time there was a tenderness, a sense of shared vulnerability that made the experience even more intimate.

Afterwards, as you lay entwined, Nathan spoke softly, almost to himself. “What if I’ve created something I can’t control? What if Ava is... more than just an AI?”

You turned to face him, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes. “You’ve always said that consciousness, if it could be created, would be the ultimate achievement. But it comes with responsibility, Nathan. You have to be prepared to deal with the consequences.”

He sighed, pulling you closer. “And what if I’m not ready for those consequences? What if I’ve overstepped, created something that shouldn’t exist?”

You reached up, gently caressing his face. “Then we deal with it together. You’re not alone in this.”

Nathan looked at you, his expression a mix of gratitude and fear. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

You smiled softly. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just not used to someone sticking around.”

He chuckled, the sound a little hollow. “Probably both.”

The conversation left you both in a reflective mood, but it also solidified your bond. Nathan’s vulnerability was a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor, and it made you feel even closer to him. Despite his flaws and the challenges of your relationship, you were committed to making it work.

As Ava’s development continued, so did the strain on your relationship with Nathan. The ethical dilemmas became more pressing, and Nathan’s attempts to maintain control over the situation grew more desperate. He became increasingly withdrawn, his mood swings unpredictable.

One evening, after a particularly tense argument over Ava’s future, Nathan lashed out, his frustration spilling over. “You don’t understand what’s at stake here!” he shouted, his voice echoing in the sterile confines of his home. “This isn’t just about ethics; it’s about pushing the boundaries of what’s possible!”

You stood your ground, refusing to be intimidated. “And at what cost, Nathan? Ava is more than just a project. She’s becoming self-aware, and you can’t just ignore the moral implications.”

Nathan’s eyes flashed with anger and something deeper—fear. “I’m the one who created her! I’m the one who decides what happens next!”

“And what if you’re wrong?” you challenged, your voice rising. “What if you’ve created something that deserves rights, consideration? You can’t just play god and then wash your hands of the consequences.”

Nathan fell silent, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. For a moment, you saw the man beneath the facade—the genius struggling with the weight of his own creation, the man who feared losing control.

The argument left you both drained and distant. That night, you slept in separate rooms, the unspoken tension a palpable barrier between you. It was a low point, and you wondered if this was the beginning of the end for your relationship.

The next morning, Nathan approached you, his expression serious. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice soft but resolute. “About what you said. And... you’re right. I’ve been too focused on control, on pushing boundaries, and not enough on the consequences.”

You looked at him, surprised but relieved. “Nathan...”

He held up a hand, stopping you. “Let me finish. I can’t promise that I’ll change overnight. But I want to try. For us. And for Ava.”

It was a significant concession, a step towards bridging the gap that had grown between you. You nodded, feeling a mix of hope and trepidation. “I’m here, Nathan. We’ll figure this out together.”

The reconciliation was tentative but genuine. Nathan’s willingness to acknowledge his flaws and consider your perspective was a breakthrough. It wasn’t a solution, but it was a start.

Over the next few weeks, you and Nathan worked together to address the complexities of Ava’s development. The process was fraught with challenges, both technical and ethical, but it also brought you closer. Nathan began to share more of his thoughts and fears, revealing a depth of character that you had only glimpsed before.

The physical aspect of your relationship remained intense, but it was now infused with a deeper emotional connection. Nathan, for all his flaws, was capable of great tenderness, and he showed it in small but significant ways— a gentle touch, a thoughtful gesture, a rare moment of vulnerability.

One night, as you lay together after making love, Nathan turned to you, his eyes filled with a rare openness. “I don’t know where this is going,” he admitted, his voice soft. “With Ava, with us. But I’m willing to try and find out.”

You smiled, touched by his honesty. “That’s all we can do, Nathan. Take it one step at a time.”

He nodded, pulling you closer. “Thank you. For being patient with me, for challenging me. I’ve never... felt this way before. It’s terrifying and exhilarating.”

You kissed him gently, feeling a surge of affection. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

As you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Nathan’s arms, you felt a sense of peace and anticipation. The journey ahead was uncertain, but it was one you were willing to take, hand in hand with Nathan Bateman—the brilliant, flawed, and deeply human man you had come to love.

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