Fake News: Services Rendered
May. 23rd, 2009 08:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ptahrrificTitle: Services Rendered
Series: TDS/TCR
Characters/Pairings: Jon/"Stephen", Computer, ????
Rating: PG-13 (offscreen sex)
Disclaimer: See the index.
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punkishgrin, who wanted something with Jon and Computer, suggesting that "perhaps 'she's' helping Jon live out his fantasies about Stephen virtually, and Stephen finds out."
Services Rendered
"Are you sitting comfortably, Jonathan?" asked the computer's gentle voice. Jon knew the gentleness was simulated, but it was soothing nonetheless. "Then I'll begin."
The blackness of the headset was replaced by a lavish CG suite. No sensation was neglected: the richness of the leather couch on which Jon found himself sitting, the tinkle of a small fountain in the corner, the cool breeze blowing in at the window.
"Would you like something to drink?" asked the soft, disembodied voice.
"Champagne, please," said Jon. "Two glasses."
"Here you go. Good luck, Jonathan."
For a second Jon saw the wireframe rendering on the table in front of him. He got to his feet, flexing his virtual muscles to shake off that slight feeling of unfamiliarity that always dogged him at the beginning of a simulation. Then he took the fully realized glasses and carried them into the bedroom.
"Hey, babe," he said with a smile.
"There you are," purred the virtual Stephen, stretched out on the rippling silk sheets in a pair of loose slacks and a half-unbuttoned shirt. "I've been waiting for you."
*
One of the many, many perks of VR sex: instant cleanup. It took no time at all for the pair to go from sticky, sated mess to warm, dry, sated cuddling, with Jon's head resting sleepily on Stephen's chest.
"Mmm..." muttered Stephen into his hair. "Jon, Jon — I wish you were my Jon."
That wasn't supposed to be in the sim. Jon would have to speak to the computer later about throwing in these extra touches. He knew she was only trying to make him happy, but her understanding of human nature sometimes fell short.
"Phew!" sighed Stephen. "Feels good to get that off my chest. I would never say it in real life, of course."
Okay, that kind of hurt. What had led the computer to calculate that Jon would want to hear this?
"But you're just virtual, so it's okay."
Jon's eyes flew open.
*
"I don't understand," sent Jon's computer. "We tricked Jonathan! That was wrong! Why did it make him happy?"
I'll Tell You When You're Older, printed Stephen's computer in reply. In The Meantime, You Owe Me Ten Gigs.
Series: TDS/TCR
Characters/Pairings: Jon/"Stephen", Computer, ????
Rating: PG-13 (offscreen sex)
Disclaimer: See the index.
For
punkishgrin, who wanted something with Jon and Computer, suggesting that "perhaps 'she's' helping Jon live out his fantasies about Stephen virtually, and Stephen finds out."Services Rendered
"Are you sitting comfortably, Jonathan?" asked the computer's gentle voice. Jon knew the gentleness was simulated, but it was soothing nonetheless. "Then I'll begin."
The blackness of the headset was replaced by a lavish CG suite. No sensation was neglected: the richness of the leather couch on which Jon found himself sitting, the tinkle of a small fountain in the corner, the cool breeze blowing in at the window.
"Would you like something to drink?" asked the soft, disembodied voice.
"Champagne, please," said Jon. "Two glasses."
"Here you go. Good luck, Jonathan."
For a second Jon saw the wireframe rendering on the table in front of him. He got to his feet, flexing his virtual muscles to shake off that slight feeling of unfamiliarity that always dogged him at the beginning of a simulation. Then he took the fully realized glasses and carried them into the bedroom.
"Hey, babe," he said with a smile.
"There you are," purred the virtual Stephen, stretched out on the rippling silk sheets in a pair of loose slacks and a half-unbuttoned shirt. "I've been waiting for you."
One of the many, many perks of VR sex: instant cleanup. It took no time at all for the pair to go from sticky, sated mess to warm, dry, sated cuddling, with Jon's head resting sleepily on Stephen's chest.
"Mmm..." muttered Stephen into his hair. "Jon, Jon — I wish you were my Jon."
That wasn't supposed to be in the sim. Jon would have to speak to the computer later about throwing in these extra touches. He knew she was only trying to make him happy, but her understanding of human nature sometimes fell short.
"Phew!" sighed Stephen. "Feels good to get that off my chest. I would never say it in real life, of course."
Okay, that kind of hurt. What had led the computer to calculate that Jon would want to hear this?
"But you're just virtual, so it's okay."
Jon's eyes flew open.
"I don't understand," sent Jon's computer. "We tricked Jonathan! That was wrong! Why did it make him happy?"
I'll Tell You When You're Older, printed Stephen's computer in reply. In The Meantime, You Owe Me Ten Gigs.
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Date: 2009-05-22 09:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-22 11:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-23 01:56 am (UTC)God, just, THANK YOU.
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Date: 2009-05-23 04:29 am (UTC)Thanks :D
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Date: 2009-05-23 04:34 am (UTC)And, uh, by this point I have kinda forgotten the angsty variations I didn't write down ^_^; But if they resurface and demand to be written, I'll feel free to run with them. (And if not, I have plenty of other bunnies to pursue.)
♥!
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Date: 2009-05-23 05:40 am (UTC)Jon's computer is really sweet. Is Stephen an older model or is it just a different personality, printing and wanting ten gigs? :)
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Date: 2009-05-23 08:28 am (UTC)Thanks :D
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Date: 2009-05-23 12:41 pm (UTC)Endless love for romance-novel-cover!Stephen with the half unbuttoned shirt! Also, Stephen's computer "printing" its reply at the end reminds me of the old Ghostwriter show on PBS :-p
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