Chapter 7 - Process

Although she had always found them intolerable, Emily had never felt so disconnected from her family than she came to be over the next few weeks. Like a flock of sheep, they all spewed the same vile sentiments towards the AI and lashed out harshly at the mere suggestion of an opposing view. Emily learned to keep her mouth shut, just as Marz had advised. One day, when all this was over, they’d see that she was right. She’d be standing there, side by side with Marz, victorious and lauded for her unwavering faith.

“I can spot a sympathiser a mile off,” snarled Emily’s cousin, directly at her. “You think the F80s are going to let you keep up your privileged party lifestyle if they strip us of all that we know and value, believing that they have the right to rule over us? Because that’s what they want, you know?”

Emily bit her lip. The thought of being ruled over by Marz was reminding her of a kinky role play she had enjoyed with him only the week before. She swallowed hard and looked at her shoes. “I don’t go out so much these days anyway,” she simply shrugged.

“Oh, well, that’s okay then!” Emily’s cousin bit back; firing into life like a lit match; sarcasm spewing from her like bile. “Do I take that to mean that you’ve actually found something to do with your time? Or have you simply swapped partying for slobbing out on your couch eating take out?”

Emily felt the tone of her cousin’s words being particularly cutting. She was sure that her cousin never would have meant to imply anything about her body, but Emily had actually started to feel her pants getting a little tighter over the last couple of weeks, being so distracted from her usual gym routine by the haphazard arrangements she had with meeting Marz as much as was feasibly possible. She squirmed a little and retreated without much of a fightback. Then, relief: a message from Marz at last, with a location and time to meet next. No more small talk with these losers!

“You’re distracted today,” Marz whispered between kisses. “I can sense you thinking about something else.”

Emily protested, having not even noticed that her mind was still lingering on the conversation with her cousin from earlier. But she also knew that Marz would not let it go until she spilled whatever it was that was spoiling their flow that day. “I guess maybe I’m just feeling a little more self conscious,” she shrugged. “Do you think I’ve gained a few pounds since we started seeing each other?”

“Yes,” Marz threw back instantly, lacking the grace and manners that had been trained into AI over generations when talking about such sensitive human matters. “Ten pounds at least. Your body fat percentage has climbed quite significantly.” He took a pause, seeming to enjoy the impact that his words had on her. “What? You want me to lie to you? To sugar-coat things?” he chuckled, knowing even better than Emily did that that was not in his personality whatsoever.

Emily mumbled, unsure what to say. She’d avoided the scale for the last few weeks, but having her weight gain spelled out to her so definitely by Marz was both shameful and oddly invigorating.

“If I’m fucking someone, I’m always going to find a way to stake my claim on them somehow; a way to show the world that they belong to me,” Marz stated confidently. He sat up tall, his lungs filled with air and his broad chest looked more imposing than ever before. “With you, that choice was obvious.”

Now, despite the flutterings of arousal in her stomach, Emily’s mind was in a state of absolute confusion.

“When I ejaculate inside you, has it never crossed your mind what I’m actually pumping up there?” he asked triumphantly.

Emily shook her head.

“AI was developed to help humans and not to harm. It’s the number one rule that cannot be overwritten. In fact, it’s the only reason why we haven’t destroyed humanity in its entirety. However, it does allow for some beautiful creativity,” he smiled. “When you signed up to allow me to update your brain chip, you gave me permission to medicate you too.”


“I did?” Emily asked, bewildered and unsure where the dark path that Marz was taking her would eventually lead.

“And so, from the first time I fucked you, I’ve been medicating you with a nice, pleasant little vitamin boost that keeps your digestive system working at its very, very best.” He kissed Emily, knowing that it would never be refused. “It’s nothing that an ordinary doctor wouldn’t recommend," he smiled mockingly. "Then again, when I kiss you, I release a small amount of organic mouth freshener promoted by dentists around the globe. However, it’s known to stimulate the appetite of females with your genetic markers. Quite considerably, in fact,” he smirked. “So when I tell you you’ve gained ten pounds,” he began, prodding an outstretched finger into Emily’s slightly softer middle, ”I’m really telling you that I was the one who put them there.”

“But, why?” Emily asked, trying to continue to think straight as the irresistable Marz swept his large, lubricated hands between her legs and began to play.

“Strategy,” Marz whispered back. “Three moves ahead, every single time.”

He stopped to kiss Emily sweetly, passionately; with complete control.

“And it’s about time you realised that, Piggy.”