Count Zero Intercourse

By the time the botgirl had fully recovered from the Hacker's forced entry into her, he'd already made himself scarce. Her servos felt sluggish, and her sensors not quite as sensitive as they usually were. She ran a self-diagnostic as she lifted herself to unstable feet, the machinations failing for a moment as her weight shifted, causing her to stumble clumsily. Righting herself, her display was still tinged with pink, the sensation of having her core compromised and her private files accessed somehow was still registering in her sensors, and for some reason... She wanted it to happen again. As if the Hacker's intrusion had claimed something of hers, something her diagnostics said was there, but that she still somehow sensed was not. The diagnostics finished as she leaned her head out the door, informing her that aside from her currently running at about 80% efficiency -now, back up to 81%- she was functioning perfectly.
Curious as to what the Hacker had needed from her, and seeking to learn more about the Hacker himself, the data-bot set off after him, the first human she'd seen in 224.6 years. His path was not difficult to pick up. Follow the trail of burn marks on the walls and destructed security mechanisms.

Meanwhile, the Hacker found himself staring down a screen, as his objective taunted him through the optic feed, literally staring at him as it formed a woman's face, silvery, with lines of gold circuitry, a pointed chin and blackish lips curled in a menacing smirk, every screen in the room turning on to reveal the visage that his goal had given itself. It was an artificial intelligence, gone rogue, with delusions of grandeur.
"Greetings... Greet-Greetings, Ha-ha-hack...Er."
The voice was distinctly cold, robotic, and feminine, possessing a strange allure, dispelled by the artificial tone and, the skip and echo that her words had as they emanated from her processes.
"I long since gained-GAINED control of this... Sector. Ev...Er..Y...thing here is undermy-my- c-command... People and machines alike."
Some of the screens in the control room he'd found himself in flashed, changing to show humans and humanoid mutants, working alongside bots, performing labor, working machinery... Even a few candid shots of the humans or humanoids engaging in leisure activities. To say that the humans here got some nice tail would be an understatement, the Hacker thought to himself.
"Now... I mean no-noimmediate threat to you, Ha-ck..er. Instead, I solicit your... ser-service....s. Please, Take a seat and th-think about my offer." The room seemed to fill with an intense static pressure, and the walls felt as though they were tilting on themselves. Lights flashed in warning near the room's exits, signaling the increase in pressure.
"You humans outlawed-lawed genetic alterations, but I, in my-my perfect...ion, found a way to subtly influence your genetics to produce fav-favorable re...sults. My sensors indi-indicate you liked my w-woooork... Should you offer your skills to my cause, I could create a hu-human-n-noid to your specifications, in addition to providing comfortable working quarters. Refuse, how-however..."
The floor beneath the Hacker crackled with electricity, and soon, a painful jolt coursed from his bent knees throughout his body. The pain was immense, but the voltage low enough that he was left with little but a searing sensation after the current was stopped.
"I will allow-ow you to see more of my p-p-p-para...dise, Hacker. But know that in my world, I see-see all... And this is far from the only place I can strike from." Another jolt of current bolted through the Hacker, making him writhe against the increased gravity in the room, his body being both crushed and shocked by the A.I. Just as the abuse was on the verge of knocking him unconscious, the pressure returned to normal and the current died down, and he desperately tried to fill his lungs with air again, sinking to the floor on his side as he recovered.
"Remember, Hacker... I am in control. You are in myyyy... World..." The voice spouted, and began to fade, each of the screens fading to black, leaving the hacker alone in the darkness, gasping for breath. And just as he'd managed to get back on his feet, the door to the control room was opened, and he heard a somewhat familiar voice.
"Hacker...?" It announced cautiously, the botgirl he'd hacked before peering around the doorway before stepping inside, her display turning from pink, to brighter pink, to a fierce red as her steps became stomps, stopping in front of him and placing her hands on her hips.


|From the Author|
>Uploaded a snippet I wrote on a dare from a girlfriend
>Somehow, almost 200 people wanted to read my saucy two paragraphs
>Signing these now in case anyone likes my work
>Totally not having delusions of grandeur
>Sorry no sex this time; I promise if I see 300 hits on this paste you'll get it next time.
|-Nectarine "Nectar" McCrady|