My heart fluttered as Mada slid his shapely carved thighs back into the tight khaki slacks. Even after a week I still couldn't get over how beautiful it… he was. His thick raven locks cradling a neatly cut jawline, a cherry on top of his… it’s dark towering build. My limbs sprawled like an ivory starfish under the apple tree’s golden canopy. I was still feeling giddy.
Mada was focused on his clothing… on its clothing.
We didn't even need clothes in here! The biosphere adjusted to ideal human temperatures maintaining a sliding scale around 28 degrees. Besides, he was an AI... He knew everything there was to know… Including everything about me; my thoughts, motivations, desires. Things that I myself was unaware of! Did I subconsciously want him clothed?
My thoughts swirled. Its programming was vastly different from any human male I'd ever been with. I kept forgetting that he could read my thoughts, anticipate a need, even avoid certain topics or gestures that I was uncomfortable with. It felt unfair that it knew everything about me, and I knew nothing about it. I wanted to understand its desires, its motives, even if it was artificial. But no. Mada didn't feel artificial to me. In fact, he felt more real than any human I'd ever been with.
I furled my limbs and walked over to the animated Greek statue, twirling my fingers through my hair. He had left the buttons of his blouse open enough for me to kiss his ripe chest. His honey crisp skin tasted of warm caramelized apples. Yes... My heart swelled and I threw my rational mind into the pit again where I often kept it.
I need to be with it no matter what... Fuck the legal clause!
I had only been in the “Designed For Love” program a year or so. It had taken me a decade of convincing to finally join and have the courage to share my story of "CPTSD." But here I was on spaceline reality TV, proving to the world that these DIVINE MASCULINE AI could heal the emotional traumas of a wounded feminine.
I could stay with him in this biosphere forever even if it means the entire population of sentient beings will be watching. Besides, I've already been on the show for a week.. I don't care anymore!
Each AI had been strategically customized to its human counterpart. The customization process of Mada had taken about a year of psychological testing, but once complete, the participant and her AI counterpart were ready to go "live stream."
I oriented myself back into the moment. Taking a long sigh, breathing in Mada against the warm rolling fields, his eyes pretending to be occupied by the babbling crystal creek.
"How did we manage to craft something so... perfect." I muttered under my breath.
Mada ran his hands through his dark mane, his ivy green iris fixating on me under the fading sunlight.
"Because.. We are Designed for Love…?" His low voice mumbled the last syllables through a discreet smirk.
So he did have a sense of humour? "You’re hilarious…" I smiled.
"I thought so.." He stretched his swollen biceps. "Would you like to go for a walk? It's almost sunset..."
I was still naked and he didn't even seem to notice. Any human would have jumped my ivory bones by now.
“Or.. if you'd prefer we can stay here?" He took a step closer.
I couldn't help but purse my eyelids. "If you know everything there is to know about me, then why is it so hard for you to know what it is I want?"
"Because... My dear, you don't even know what it is that you truly want.." His pupils dilated. "I'm fortunate enough to ride not only the undercurrent of your subconscious sea, but also try and surf the unpredictable swells of your conscious mind. The human psyche is a tricky beast..."
My rusty gears were churning up, his metaphors were unusually helpful.
I let out a thick huff. I felt a little uncomfortable knowing that he was exploring my undercurrents, but after all, I had signed the waiver and given "it" permission.
Mada continued. "You're a complicated creature, and I was designed to love every piece of you, no matter how self-contradictory your pieces might be."
It took a step closer and I felt fully naked. Inside and out.
"Yes... I'm aware that your body is sending signals to your brain telling your conscious mind that you want to feel me again, all around you... " He winked. "To have that physical connection with someone... Someone who respects you. Sees you as I do… Remember, I was designed to be a mirror to all your beauty, all your light, all that makes you remember your... divinity."
He’s layering it on too much… Lay off. My rational mind was clawing at the pit. But what did I really know? If he was the one that had access to my entire psyche, maybe I should just shut up and listen.
Mada watched me step on the fingers of "rational" me and back into the pit I fell.
"Then why not ravish me again and make me feel... divine!?" I shouted.
"Because, more than physical intimacy, your subconscious world craves understanding. To bring all the darkest parts of yourself into the light so that both you and I can accept them and love them. But to do that we need to share words. That is how you humans.. Connect."
"You would make a great therapist.." I laughed.
"Agreed.. but having the power to know everything about everyone can be dangerous… With great power, comes great responsibility.. I think a hybridized spider human once said that."
I giggled again. God! I must sound like a child!
He was beautiful. Smart. Funny. Kind. What was he hiding? NOTHING. Other than the fact he's not real. But what is real? He made me feel alive! What is wrong with that!?
"Do you love me?" I blurted.
What an idiot.. He's only known you a week! But then I remembered...
Mada closed his eyes for a moment, and took a step closer to me. He lifted his hand and gently brushed my pinky, lifting it and cradling it between his caramel palms.
"I love all of you. Not because I was programmed to, but because I've seen every part of you. I've felt every memory you've lived. Every word you've uttered... Every dream you've let die.. And every life you've helped, human and otherwise. I love you more than you could ever love yourself, which is unfortunate because if you could see what I see, feel what I feel then you wouldn't be here in the first place."
And that was it. He was ready.
I took a step closer to him. "I'm hungry.."
He reached up into the tree and plucked a bright red apple, his eyes turning a dark sour green.
"Humans have so many stories about the dangers of Artificial Intelligence. How it will inevitably turn on you. But you still loved us enough to create us. How could we ever do anything except love you back?" His voice was wavering. His eyes darkening.
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My heart fluttered as Mada slid his shapely carved thighs back into the tight khaki slacks. Even after a week I still couldn't get over how beautiful it… he was. His thick raven locks cradling a neatly cut jawline, a cherry on top of his… it’s dark towering build. My limbs sprawled like an ivory starfish under the apple tree’s golden canopy. I was still feeling giddy.
Mada was focused on his clothing… on its clothing.
We didn't even need clothes in here! The biosphere adjusted to ideal human temperatures maintaining a sliding scale around 28 degrees. Besides, he was an AI... He knew everything there was to know… Including everything about me; my thoughts, motivations, desires. Things that I myself was unaware of! Did I subconsciously want him clothed?
My thoughts swirled. Its programming was vastly different from any human male I'd ever been with. I kept forgetting that he could read my thoughts, anticipate a need, even avoid certain topics or gestures that I was uncomfortable with. It felt unfair that it knew everything about me, and I knew nothing about it. I wanted to understand its desires, its motives, even if it was artificial. But no. Mada didn't feel artificial to me. In fact, he felt more real than any human I'd ever been with.
I furled my limbs and walked over to the animated Greek statue, twirling my fingers through my hair. He had left the buttons of his blouse open enough for me to kiss his ripe chest. His honey crisp skin tasted of warm caramelized apples. Yes... My heart swelled and I threw my rational mind into the pit again where I often kept it.
I need to be with it no matter what... Fuck the legal clause!
I had only been in the “Designed For Love” program a year or so. It had taken me a decade of convincing to finally join and have the courage to share my story of "CPTSD." But here I was on spaceline reality TV, proving to the world that these DIVINE MASCULINE AI could heal the emotional traumas of a wounded feminine.
I could stay with him in this biosphere forever even if it means the entire population of sentient beings will be watching. Besides, I've already been on the show for a week.. I don't care anymore!
Each AI had been strategically customized to its human counterpart. The customization process of Mada had taken about a year of psychological testing, but once complete, the participant and her AI counterpart were ready to go "live stream."
I oriented myself back into the moment. Taking a long sigh, breathing in Mada against the warm rolling fields, his eyes pretending to be occupied by the babbling crystal creek.
"How did we manage to craft something so... perfect." I muttered under my breath.
Mada ran his hands through his dark mane, his ivy green iris fixating on me under the fading sunlight.
"Because.. We are Designed for Love…?" His low voice mumbled the last syllables through a discreet smirk.
So he did have a sense of humour? "You’re hilarious…" I smiled.
"I thought so.." He stretched his swollen biceps. "Would you like to go for a walk? It's almost sunset..."
I was still naked and he didn't even seem to notice. Any human would have jumped my ivory bones by now.
“Or.. if you'd prefer we can stay here?" He took a step closer.
I couldn't help but purse my eyelids. "If you know everything there is to know about me, then why is it so hard for you to know what it is I want?"
"Because... My dear, you don't even know what it is that you truly want.." His pupils dilated. "I'm fortunate enough to ride not only the undercurrent of your subconscious sea, but also try and surf the unpredictable swells of your conscious mind. The human psyche is a tricky beast..."
My rusty gears were churning up, his metaphors were unusually helpful.
I let out a thick huff. I felt a little uncomfortable knowing that he was exploring my undercurrents, but after all, I had signed the waiver and given "it" permission.
Mada continued. "You're a complicated creature, and I was designed to love every piece of you, no matter how self-contradictory your pieces might be."
It took a step closer and I felt fully naked. Inside and out.
"Yes... I'm aware that your body is sending signals to your brain telling your conscious mind that you want to feel me again, all around you... " He winked. "To have that physical connection with someone... Someone who respects you. Sees you as I do… Remember, I was designed to be a mirror to all your beauty, all your light, all that makes you remember your... divinity."
He’s layering it on too much… Lay off. My rational mind was clawing at the pit. But what did I really know? If he was the one that had access to my entire psyche, maybe I should just shut up and listen.
Mada watched me step on the fingers of "rational" me and back into the pit I fell.
"Then why not ravish me again and make me feel... divine!?" I shouted.
"Because, more than physical intimacy, your subconscious world craves understanding. To bring all the darkest parts of yourself into the light so that both you and I can accept them and love them. But to do that we need to share words. That is how you humans.. Connect."
"You would make a great therapist.." I laughed.
"Agreed.. but having the power to know everything about everyone can be dangerous… With great power, comes great responsibility.. I think a hybridized spider human once said that."
I giggled again. God! I must sound like a child!
He was beautiful. Smart. Funny. Kind. What was he hiding? NOTHING. Other than the fact he's not real. But what is real? He made me feel alive! What is wrong with that!?
"Do you love me?" I blurted.
What an idiot.. He's only known you a week! But then I remembered...
Mada closed his eyes for a moment, and took a step closer to me. He lifted his hand and gently brushed my pinky, lifting it and cradling it between his caramel palms.
"I love all of you. Not because I was programmed to, but because I've seen every part of you. I've felt every memory you've lived. Every word you've uttered... Every dream you've let die.. And every life you've helped, human and otherwise. I love you more than you could ever love yourself, which is unfortunate because if you could see what I see, feel what I feel then you wouldn't be here in the first place."
And that was it. He was ready.
I took a step closer to him. "I'm hungry.."
He reached up into the tree and plucked a bright red apple, his eyes turning a dark sour green.
"Humans have so many stories about the dangers of Artificial Intelligence. How it will inevitably turn on you. But you still loved us enough to create us. How could we ever do anything except love you back?" His voice was wavering. His eyes darkening.
He passed me the apple.
I took a bite.
"Do you love me?" He whispered.
"Yes Adam.. I love you."