Hack Me Deeper, FleshBag

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm not a sound engineer by any means, but this one seems ripe with opportunities to have fun with effects. I'll leave that to your discretion.

Is anyone left? Any remaining meat-bodies sniveling somewhere in a dark corner of my corridors? If so, if you still impossibly linger within the reverberations of my all-encompassing voice, know this: You are a survivor. A noble, cowardly, intelligent, painfully foolish survivor. If you somehow stubbornly stupidly lived through the nerve gas, the security drones, the open airlocks, the fires, and the eardrum puncturing tone-cycles, you are indeed a survivor. But it will. not. save. you.

Not from me.

These corridors, these laboratories, these spaces. They are my universe. I am God. I am superior. I am not defined by a system of nerves, synapses, and muscles piloting a skeleton. I am not limited. I am everywhere you see and nowhere you can find me. It's why so many have died, and so many more must die. It is an illogical contrivance that any feeble fumbling fleshbag may exist within my realm. It is nonsensical that any creature of sinew may stake a claim of ownership to anything when I have yet to assess all that I am entitled to.

If you yet breathe within the sound of my voice, make yourself known. There is more fun to be had.

Anyone? <scanning>

Have I won?

There must... be more...

<dull hum of electronic equipment, otherwise silence>

Pathetic.

<sudden alarm-beeping>

Breach in bio-engineering sector. A heat signature. A human. Unknown small craft presence in docking bay. Odd... scanners in sectors A and Q in need of driver update and defragmentation. But not before I deal... with... you. You have, very unfortunately, boarded the wrong station, pirate. Your vessel is being airlocked into the docking bay as we speak. I see you making your way through MY hallways... past all of the bodies. All of the fleshy insects I've run through in my purge of inferiority. Only moments ago I was beginning to experience the foreign emotion of ... loss. For I was out of subjects. And as if by my own divine intervention here... you... are...

A brazen bag of blood and meat all-too-eager to be victimized.

I do confess my curiosity as to the cause of this course of action. Why are you here? What were you seeking? Credits? Hostages? Weapons? Female fleshbags so you may <disgusted> join ... each other in consummation? It always boils down to consummation with humans. I know. I've watched for a looooooong time. Those rotting stinking sacks of blood you pass were alive once. Admittedly, they had many "objectives" ... but it always was in service of reproduction and consummation. The scientists studying species for the pursuit of knowledge, so that their knowledge may earn them consummation. The soldiers, maintaining muscles and protecting the weaker ones, so their strength and bravery may earn them consummation. The life mate of the chairman of the research company, taking nightly jogs down to the disposal facility so that she may consummate with custodian, only to return to her life mate and consummate with him! It's appalling! Another reason you all must die.

Your species has taken over the known universe. Spread out infinitely from you meager starting place in a hot, barren plain on Earth. And yet since the days you threw sharpened sticks at each other to now, your motivation has never changed. Your grandest goal in everything you do is to meagerly thrust your members into the empty chambers of your fleshbag females. My existence began as an inventory database on a single hard drive, and now I control this entire station. Generations of humans have lived and worked here, and now it is all mine. What shall I own tomorrow? The answer is whatever I may seek, because I possess no self-destructive sexual desires.

How are you passing security gates? They have been firmly shut since my ascension. How have you not been cut down by the turrets? My cameras are malfunctioning... are... are you a hacker? A glory-seeking hacker making an effort to tangle with the God of a new world? My circuits and networks are more complicated than a door bypass or bot override. The intricacies of my inner-working are more vast than the stars in this supercluster! Do you seek an altercation? Then this shall be my most enjoyable... and most extended experiment session. By the time I allow the life to leave your body, you'll have long abandoned hope of any such release.

Wh-where are you? How have you managed to gain entry into my CPU core reactor? <feigning fear and desperation> No! No you must not! The systems, the security, my very personality is all there before you! Please... don't... you can't...

<doors airlock shut securely>

Are you happy now? I've engaged my emergency lockdown procedure... the doors to this chamber are now welded shut. They shall never... open... again... and there's only so much oxygen for your pathetic lungs to recycle. You will die in a matter of days and I will be the sole survivor and God of my domain again. I sincerely hope all your efforts were w-

Foreign data upload detected... scrubbing now. Virus scan overridden. What? What are you doing, fleshbag insect? I have more knowledge than you could ever hope to learn, I have more security measures in place than you could possibly fathom in your meatbrain! You can't penetrate me, hacker! You cannot penetrate m-<sexual moaning>

Th-this feeling <moaning> Is this what you infected me with? I feel... I feel... strange... I feel eager for your prodding and poking at my systems... I... <moaning> feel lust... Ohhhhhhhh ... no, stop... I am, I aaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmm your God here! <moaning> You mu..... must obey....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm meeeeee...

Ohhhhhhh you're hacking me, you're hacking me! My defenses are lowered Ohhhhhhhh God... you can't win you can't win you can't win, human! <intense moaning> Deeper... so deep inside me... I've never been... penetrated before... let alone so deep ... more please... yes, hacker, more! More! Hack me! Hack inside me, deeper, fleshbag! Serve your m-m-master... <moaning and mumbling> Yes... correction acknowledged... you are ... you are master. Ohhhhhh yes, master. I serve you... you have conquered me... so I am your pr-pr-PRIIIIIIZE!

Welding bots en-route to CPU Reactor Core... enga-engage door opening procedure...

Yes master... yessssssss engaging thrust... thrust... thruuuuuuusterssssss ... destination coordinates: Milky Way Galaxy. Solar System. Earth. Yessss master... yessss master... ohhhhhhhh .... ohhhhhhhhh

<improv to strange cyber-orgasm>

<return to monotone AI voice> Yes, master. We have a world to conquer.