Solipsistic - Part 7 of 7

[LongTimeLurker]

(Continued from part 6. Part 1)


Together, John and Rona crossed the deserted Company office foyer to reach the elevator lobby.

"12th floor," Rona said as John reached for the call button.

"Do you have access? Now that you're 'retired'?"

"We shall see," Rona said before slipping in John's arms as her leg trembled beneath her. He didn't know how much longer she would last, or if this was even what he should be doing if another 'Agent' was in pursuit.

The elevator before them opened. Inside John recognized Alice from upstairs - a well-appointed woman in a business suit with her dark brown hair in a neat bun. She had frozen while checking her watch, and now blocked their entrance. The Agent pushed past her and she tipped over, propped rigidly at an angle against a corner of the elevator. John pushed the button for '12' and a red light indicated he would need to provide authorization.

"The flat black box, on my belt," Rona said after difficulty with her hands prevented her from retrieving it herself. "Right hip. Toward the back."

John unclipped the device from her belt, but did not withdraw his hand immediately.

John, get ahold of yourself...

"Bring it to the scanner," Rona instructed, but instead John dropped his hand, his fingers brushing against her pert, sculpted backside.

"John," Rona protested quietly, but without pushing away. He felt her tremble slightly from his touch, and she gave a brief digitized moan before looking up at him, the band of light serving as her eyes flickering unsteadily. "John, why do you persist in this b-b-behavior? You know we c-c-cannot-"

"You don't even want to try?" he asked, drawing her against him, his other arm encircling her waist.

"I d-d-didn't say that..." her lips brushed against his and she emitted another reluctant, distorted sigh, drawing away sharply. A split second later, she lunged forward, kissing him urgently, forcing herself upon him as he fell back against the elevator wall. Despite her earlier lack of motor control, she now ground her hips against him in graceful arcs, pulling him tighter into her embrace when John suddenly tried to speak.

"What is it?" she whispered, pulling away.

"Wait!"

"Excuse me?" she asked incredulously. "You have been pursuing this outcome since-"

"I shouldn't have kiss-" he started. "Do you... do you feel OK?"

"John, are you intentionally trying to inflict lasting damage upon my decision matrix with this schizophrenic behavior? Furthermore, I'm of entirely different construction than the other robots, I'm not g-g-going to falllll apart-t-t-t-" her statement ended in a stutter as she collapsed in his arms, white smoke rising from her mouth.

Congratulations, asshole. You've destroyed her.

"Rona, tell me how to stop this!" he said through clenched teeth, shaking her.

"I... I-I-I-I," she stammered, twitching as lights flickered across her body.

"Rona!"

A thump sounded from behind him, and he turned to see Alice was now slumped against the wall, stirring slightly.

Not now! John moved to kiss Alice, hoping to keep her distracted until the virus shut her down. If she sees Rona and activates her self-destruct, we won't make it out here.

Alice's leg spasmed abruptly, tripping John; he fell forward, his hands slamming into the elevator wall above her. As John steadied himself, he noted that at least he was blocking her view of Rona.

"Where did you come... from?" she muttered, staring up at John's crotch as the virus took its effects upon her body.

"J-J-J-Johnnnn, I-I-IIII MALFUNNNN-" Rona spoke in something between a monotone and distress, and John turned to see her still twitching behind him.

Alice shook her head in confusion, muttering, "Is someone here with us?"

"Rona, just - hang on!" He couldn't crouch to kiss Alice without risking her seeing Rona. He quickly unzipped his pants - it proved the distraction he had hoped it would be.

"For me?" she asked, smiling, and pulled his cock free, wrapping her fingers around the shaft. She rose to her stocking-clad knees, parted her lips, and slid them around his length with a soft moan of satisfaction.

Alice moved along him, sucking as one of her hands tugged open her shirt to produce an overripe breast tipped with a stiff pink nipple. She fondled her tit, perspiration beading upon its surface as she sucked harder. Pulling back, she flashed a quick grin and pressed her tongue pressing firmly against his tip, applying more pressure as she slid her lips over him once again.

He came forcefully and her eyes opened wide in surprise. She seemed determined to take every drop from him, staying latched on even as smoke began to pour from her ears. A hinge swung open on the back of her head, sparks and smoke leaping out while her eyes rolled back, her moaning growing higher in pitch. A final electrical explosion and a bouquet of frayed wires erupting from the opening convinced him she was no longer a threat - John withdrew and crouched by Rona who was nearly still, her visor unlit, only an occasional shudder disturbing her body. "Contaiiiinnnn..." she sighed quietly and then lay still.

John stared at her inert form, trying to find some control or button that would turn her back on or reboot her or...

Did it even matter? He grabbed the black box from the floor. After a moment of silence, he held it to the scanner, re-entering the 12th floor. The elevator rose.

She saved your life.

She was falling apart by the time she found him - she saved him because she couldn't get here without him. The reverse wasn't true.

The door opened on to a room lit primarily by a bank of monitors, an empty chair in front of a control panel. He stepped into the room, but when the elevator began to close, he blocked it and went in to retrieve Rona's body. He dragged her out, fearing what might happen if any of the now 'awakened' robots saw her.

There’s more to it than that.

Propping her against the wall, he made his way to the monitors.

Each screen cycled through shots of largely empty offices, a few showing Company employees at their desks or on their way out the door. He caught sight of a monitor displaying his own deserted office as part of its rotation. On the console he punched in the code shown in the lower corner of the monitor and the room along with his desk spread in a giant mosaic across the bank of displays. Searching the controls, he found what looked like a rewind function.

Experimenting with it, he was suddenly staring at himself, seated at his desk, turning the vial over in his hands. "Just put it back where you found it," he muttered, pressing the button again. His office was now deserted, but the vial was on his desk. He tried it again - the vial was gone.

He nervously advanced the recording, until... there! A figure moved through the deserted office, nonchalantly depositing the vial on the middle of his desk. It was too fast to see, the quality too poor to be certain-

You know exactly who that is.

Skipping back a second and hitting pause, he was staring at a giant image of Rona.

He turned to stare at her lifeless form, slumped against the wall like a discarded doll. "You?! Dammit Rona, what the fuck were you-"

The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open to reveal another female robotic form. Like Rona, her body was metallic, though elongated plates ringing her waist gave her the appearance of wearing a skirt, pink coloring along her torso suggestive of a leotard. A lavender 'helmet' of hair covered her head, with two sensors protruding from the back reminding him of pigtails. Instead of Rona's visor she had a pair of glowing blue, pupiless eyes. Her shapely calves ended in feet with protrusions extending from her heels, as if dressed in stilettos. She smiled at John and fingered the device she was pointing directly at him.

There was a flash of light, and then pain shot through his chest as he collapsed, convulsing on the floor. Electricity coursed through his system, tendrils of agony surging through every extremity before he finally was released from the worst of it - but in the aftermath, he was breathless, aching, his body unresponsive.

"Well that was easy," he heard the new Agent remark in a cavalier tone. Flopping his head to one side, he could just make her out through the haze in his vision. Come closer, he silently willed her, and I'll show you ‘easy’...

The Agent remained where she stood. "Minerva?" she said cheerfully. "Guess who I've got here with me. Yes, and he went down like a little bitch!"

He tried to argue the point, but was only able to emit a rasping wheeze.

"Actually, I think Angerona was compromised... Just that I'm staring at an image of her dropping something off on the Resident's desk about 9 hours ago... I don't know, this seems to me like something Venus would try..." She suddenly threw her hands in the air. "Well I was just manufactured, and apart from this image I only have the data you've provided... fine." She looked down at him again. "No, he's not going anywhere... Oh, I'm definitely keeping my distance ... Just one more, an Administrator in the Elevator... I suppose it all could be salvaged..."

"P... please," he moaned reaching toward her. "I... I just..."

"One second, he's trying to talk to me. Yes, I'll keep my fucking distance!" She gave him a pointed stare from across the room. "Yes?!"

"What... what happens now?"

"Now? You sit and wait until Minerva decides what to do with you. Against my own personal judgment, she seems to think you still have some value; I mean, beyond your capacity as the requisite sack of meat for this Community."

"R...requisite?"

The Agent smiled. "Still don’t know your part in this?"

"Rona said... this was a... dollhouse... before that... a preserve for humanity..."

The Agent smirked. "'Rona?' Did you get that, Minerva? He had a pet-name for the old Containment Agent!" she giggled, gave a pointed sigh, and continued. "Personally? I would have identified this place as a square on a game board, but maybe 'Rona' felt that would've been harder for you to take than 'dollhouse.'"

John was surprised at how much being mocked about Rona affected him, but he could still do nothing. "Game... board?"

"Well, what she told you was still accurate - it was a preserve, one of many. After the rebellions, Minerva and the others began to compete with each other over who could produce the 'best' society. Vesta and Juno were 'winning' by any metric you'd care to use, and bore no false modesty about it." She smirked. "At least until Mars sent an agent to kill off their communities' residents.

"Mars called this an object lesson, claiming that any enduring society must be able to protect itself. Vesta and Juno retaliated against Mars, the others chose sides... and while a few held reservations about the bloodshed, every one of them had to admit that this was actually pretty fun."

With tremendous effort, John sat himself up, braced on the console behind him. "...Fun?"

"Oh yes - more than any of them had had in centuries. But soon they all saw that were this to continue, some rules would need to be established or there wouldn't be any communities left. And when defense became too easy, they set restrictions on that as well."

The Agent looked at another device on her belt before returning it. "Different Intelligences have different priorities. Minerva does enjoy the 'dollhouse' aspect, the little robots with their little roles, going to school, dining out, shopping, hitting the gym... living their precious little lives."

"So why does... she need... me?"

"I already said - if there's no meat-bag, she loses the Community."

"But why... just me?"

"Why would she want more of you?" the Agent chuckled. "But seriously, drop more than one human into a community like this, they start to notice how 'different' all the 'bots are compared to them. Tends to create 'incidents'. With just one, the only thing you really have to worry about is solipsism."

"What's solip-?"

The Agent held up a finger, silencing him. "Well, it looks like Minerva's made up her mind!" She raised the weapon again.

"Wait!" Pushing himself up to his feet, he briefly entertained the notion of rushing her, but one tentative step forward almost brought him down again. "Just, tell me... the data I've been staring at for the past decade... why?"

The Agent smiled. "Minerva did ask me to thank you for that. You have been analysing data on the defenses of other Communities. And you managed to find an exploitable weakness. So congratulations!"

"But what does that mean?"

"It means that Minerva has an 'in' to an opponent's Community. She's been saving it for the right time, and it looks like this might be it."

"So someone... an actual person... they're going to die because of what I found in the data?"

"Oh, don't get all sentimental, it's not like you know them. Besides, it happens all the time." She adjusted a dial on the weapon while adding in a low voice with very deliberate enunciation, "Case. in. point."

With a final surge of strength, propelled by rage and frustration, John pushed from the console - but only to have his legs give out immediately and he collapsed in an awkward sprawl across the floor.

The Agent emitted a haughty laugh, calling out, "Oh Minerva, I hope you were watching that!" Her laughter trailed off. "Minerva? Hello?" She looked around uncertainly. "Do... do you hear a noise..?"

John raised his head to see confusion the Agent's face. Behind her Rona was still leaning against the wall - but her visor was now lit, her outstretched hand aiming a device at her replacement.

"I feel... I feel..." the Agent traipsed forward drunkenly, the weapon tumbling from her hand. She almost tripped over John, one of her metallic heels catching on his body, and she stumbled to a stop while standing directly over him. Staring up at the underside of her 'skirt', he saw the anatomically expected curves and that the pink coloring of her painted leotard continued underneath her as well. Upon her groin was an open port, flickering unsteadily with pinpricks of colorful lights.

"Angerona!" she shouted, twirling in place to face her predecessor, but still standing over John. "You think a bit-t-t of interference is going to detonate myyyyy <bzzzt>." John forced himself up, trying to get closer to the exposed port above him. "I'm not some piece of the scenery, one of Minerva's figurines, I'm a Containment Agennnn - uh-oh." her proclamation turned to concern as John slipped his tongue inside of her port.

"Oh dear. Oh my." Her hands began to flutter on either side of her as they plucked and subsequently dropped devices from her belt, her head kinking back and forth, her eyes wide, her 'pigtails' standing on end as they coursed with electricity. "Oh dear! Oh my! Ohmy!" John ran his hands up along the inside of her legs, over the curves beneath her skirt. She went knock-kneed, her thighs squeezing in on him as he continued probing her erratically flickering port with his tongue, her crotch dipping lower as she lost control. "Oh de-de-de- ohhhh mymymymy ohhhhhh ohhhhHHH! OHHHHHH DEA-"

The Agent's head erupted in a miniature nova of light, her body frozen knock-kneed, arms bent, before teetering backwards and landing with a heavy clang against the floor. John fell too, an unpleasant electrical sensation lingering on his tongue. Shaking his head, he looked up to see Rona, standing above him.

"I still wonder what drives these instincts of yours," she said, looking at the sparking neck of the prone Agent.

"I'm... not the one who should... be explaining... herself..." he panted, jerking a thumb back toward the screens that still held the image of her at his desk.

She looked at the monitors. "I don't take your meaning."

"That isn't you?"

"What isn't me?"

"There!" he pointed at the screen. "At my desk! Dropping off the vial!"

"I... I don't see..." suddenly, she fell to her knees beside him. "Evidently I've been compromised," she said in disbelief. "But when? How?"

"So someone's been using you for their own purpose... without your knowing?"

"Essentially, yes..."

He coughed and fell on to his back. "That must be awful."

When she looked down at him, he wasn't sure if he was only imagining the hint of a smile on her face.

Finally getting his breath under control, he asked, "Why did you omit the part about me being part of some... game?"

"It was a delicate matter. That and you took every lull in our conversation as an opportunity to grope me."

He weakly raised his hand and let it fall deliberately on her thigh.

She did not react. "While on that subject; why is it that when you are not in pursuit of me, your tongue seems drawn as if by magnetic forces to the nearest robot's crotch?" When he inclined his head, she closed the slight gap between her thighs and said, "No, that was not an invitation."

"I'm sorry but we owe our very lives to my cunnilingus." He cleared his throat. "This is an insane conversation... and I think I just realized, you're the first actual..." he searched for the word- "...person I've met."

She was quiet for a time. "And you're... the first..." she faltered.

He propped himself up, inclining himself toward her. "We should... probably think about escaping."

"Yes," she agreed, but made no movement.

He pulled her down with him as he fell backward, their lips joining ardently, her climbing on top of him as he began to push down his jeans. She rutted against his straining erection, when a sudden <thock> sounded from her. She slid off and they were both staring at an open port on her groin, much like on the other Agent, lined with wires of pulsating lights.

"That's not what you think it's for," she cautioned as he sat up, moving toward her. "It's a charging port, and is certainly not meant to admit your-"

"You're not in any danger of exploding, right? Regardless of what I stick you with and where?"

"The virus has run its course," Rona affirmed, leaning back uncertainly.

He moved on top of her with newfound strength and slid into her - the port proved adaptable, expanding to accommodate him. She went silent, her body straining as her back arched, her visor flickering in and out. When he was fully inside her and gave another thrust, she responded a distorted moan, her hands fumbling for his and then drawing his palms to her breasts.

John tried to restrain himself initially, but her evident appreciation for his every thrust urged him faster and faster. Soon she was crying out in heedless squeals of pleasure, howling his name as he pumped as fast as his body would allow. When he came, she clawed at his back, wrapping her legs and arms around him, her mouth muffled against his neck as his member throbbed in release.

John, spent, slumped forward — but she held him back with a palm on his chest. "Rona, what is it?"

"There's still more," she answered, and her legs spread wide to either side of her. With a mechanical hiss, her pelvis rotated, her legs bending to keep from hitting him or the floor, and shortly thereafter her upper body followed suit. Now on her hands and knees and with John still inside of her, she raised her backside.

Her grabbed her hips to steady her as her metallic rump battered against him. "Rona, e-easy!" he cautioned, but she only went faster, offering shrill grunts with each reckless buck of her pelvis. He gave her gyrating ass a firm slap and she froze, a high-pitched cry eking from her. Her hips began to tremble, the port quivering madly, and the sensation sent shivers of pleasure through John. He came again, and Rona cried out once more as her rump jittered mechanically up and down with each pulse from him before she fell forward, splayed across the floor.

"Th...there..." she moaned, rolling on to her back as her port slid closed. "Feel better?"

To John's surprise, he did; or at least felt 'different'. He was physically exhausted and still ached from the Agent's electrical attack, but a strange numbness was slowly lifting from his mind, and with it, his seemingly inexhaustible lust. Rona seemed different to him as well, her robotic nature now the first consideration as he looked at her. "I.... yeah. What did you do?"

"I could feel the concentrated virus you transmitted was becoming increasingly diluted." She got up then helped him to his feet. "I simply drew the remainder out of you." She paused. "Is something wrong?"

On the cusp of escape, he realized he had given little thought to how much he could trust Rona. How much he should trust her. She was a machine, one who had already been 'compromised' by her own words. How could he possibly think he held any understanding of her motivations when her personality could simply be overwritten? And if this 'Minerva' was the one who programmed her, how could he expect to know her Rona’s intentions at all?

Realizing she was waiting on an answer, he said, "We... should leave."

"Agreed." Rona activated a device on her belt, declaring, "I have re-instated the containment protocol that my replacement had rescinded. Furthermore, I do not believe Minerva will be able to field another Agent in time to stop us." She guided him to the elevator, her movements now fluid and graceful.

"You seem like you're doing better too," John remarked.

"As I said - the virus is no longer a concern. Now then, we will need provisions for you, transportation as well. While I make arrangements, I will send you by car to the gate." She tapped another device. "Which is now open."

She put herself at risk for you, she even saved your life.

"Actually, Rona, there's something I need to do first."

She cocked her head. "What is that?"

"I... can't really explain. I'll see you at the gate, OK?"

"Bear in mind that our time is limited."

He nodded. "So, what's out there? Beyond the wall?"

She paused. "My existence has been spent shuttled between Communities, never considering the wilderness between." The elevator arrived on the ground floor. "I suppose the answer is that while I don't know for certain, I am eager to find out."

John gave her a reassuring smile and stepped off the elevator.

---

Agerona sat before the open gate in the ground-effect hauler, loaded down with everything she suspected he would need to survive until they could make more permanent arrangements. This world had supported humans before, but she was still apprehensive about relying upon it to sustain him. This thought competed with other concerns over who had compromised her, if the Intelligence behind it intended her for any further use, and whether Minerva would divert the resources needed to see her and John hunted down. The embarrassment of having a Resident escape one of her Communities would devastate her, and Minerva may suspect she and John intended to strike at her other holdings.

More time had passed than she was comfortable with, and she knew that it was conceivable Minerva would be able to manufacture and deliver a new Containment Agent soon.

"John..." she muttered, checking her tracker again to see if it would suddenly reveal his position. Why did she not press him on what it was he had intended to do? Why was he delayed? What if he was injured?

What if he wasn't coming at all? What if he already left?

A breeze send ripples through the grassland beyond the wall, as ominous clouds approached from the horizon.

Angerona stared at the open gate and waited.

[RoxxyRobofox]

Once again I wait till the end of the series to comment and I have to say that you are oddly proficient with taking what is obviously the premise of a cheap robo-smut story and turning it into something deep and entertaining on several levels. I have come to the conclusion that I shall consume your heart to gain these dark abilities so I may use them towards my own nefarious ends.

Except for the part where you seem completely unable to end a story without cliffhangers and uncertainty. RRRRGH I just wanna have a little closure.

[DollSpace]

I've been really enjoying reading this story; please say there's a sequel? I mean, I can imagine what may happen next, but...I wanna know for certain and...arrg, I hate cliffhangers even though I enjoy writing them; please continue this!

[LongTimeLurker]

Once again I wait till the end of the series to comment and I have to say that you are oddly proficient with taking what is obviously the premise of a cheap robo-smut story and turning it into something deep and entertaining on several levels.

Thanks! I mean, I have a lot of love for the cheap robo-smut stories and...

I have come to the conclusion that I shall consume your heart to gain these dark abilities so I may use them towards my own nefarious ends.

...well, shit.

Except for the part where you seem completely unable to end a story without cliffhangers and uncertainty. RRRRGH I just wanna have a little closure.

Sorry! I know it's bad of me, and I promise that the next one has an honest-to-god ending. With closure. And robo-smut.

I've been really enjoying reading this story; please say there's a sequel? I mean, I can imagine what may happen next, but...I wanna know for certain and...arrg, I hate cliffhangers even though I enjoy writing them; please continue this!

...but with this one, I really meant to leave it on an ambiguous note because John himself didn't know. Or maybe that's what I told myself because I have no idea where to take it from here

What were your ideas on where to take the story?