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The alien seems distressed by the prospect of being grabbed by the mechadendrite but eventually she lets you kiss her... and pukes in your mouth again. Her mandibles dig in to your cheeks, painfully tearing open your existing wounds. This time you accept her "food" and swallow her puke as you continue to french her while caressing her sensually. The other aliens seem to calm down a bit.
"Now it likes the food."
"Why is it rubbing sister?"
Eventually the kissing (and the puking) stop. The alien smiles sheepishly at you. Your embrace is awkward as she is still holding on to your helmetwhich is digging into your stomach.
Footsteps echo from the chamber entrance and three more aliens enter the area. These aliens are twice the size of the others, their thoraxes are covered with a shaped carapace and their limbs have a lot of spines protruding from them. Each of them carries what is obviously a spear. You assume these are the warriors. They advance on you while talking amongst themselves.
"What is that?"
"An intruder and a male."
"Males are the province of the royal caste."
"We must take him to the Queen."
[I've read enough hentai to know where this is going...]
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"Now it likes the food."
"Why is it rubbing sister?"
Eventually the kissing (and the puking) stop. The alien smiles sheepishly at you. Your embrace is awkward as she is still holding on to your helmetwhich is digging into your stomach.
Footsteps echo from the chamber entrance and three more aliens enter the area. These aliens are twice the size of the others, their thoraxes are covered with a shaped carapace and their limbs have a lot of spines protruding from them. Each of them carries what is obviously a spear. You assume these are the warriors. They advance on you while talking amongst themselves.
"What is that?"
"An intruder and a male."
"Males are the province of the royal caste."
"We must take him to the Queen."
[I've read enough hentai to know where this is going...]
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kiss the alien girl again, this time only for a second. While we're kissing, I take the helmet back and lug it on my left hand. Then grab one of the hands of the alien girl.
I turn to the warriors, now holding hands with the alien girl then say: "I will come. But I must take this one with me."( if it is possible to have the suit translate that to the aliens' language clearly, please let it translate for me.) nodding my head towards the alien girl
I turn to the warriors, now holding hands with the alien girl then say: "I will come. But I must take this one with me."( if it is possible to have the suit translate that to the aliens' language clearly, please let it translate for me.) nodding my head towards the alien girl
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Xenon
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You might also want to put the helmet on and maybe the repair enzymes will heal your wounds. If you need it for survival, put it on and say so. They seem to be sentient and would understand the concept.
Here's hoping for an alien harem.
Who are we kidding? Probably going to be the Queen's breeding slave, just like in Monster Girl Quest.
Oh well, a fine way to go out, considering it's a first attempt.
Here's hoping for an alien harem.
Who are we kidding? Probably going to be the Queen's breeding slave, just like in Monster Girl Quest.
Oh well, a fine way to go out, considering it's a first attempt.
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You might also want to put the helmet on and maybe the repair enzymes will heal your wounds. If you need it for survival, put it on and say so. They seem to be sentient and would understand the concept.Here's hoping for an alien harem.
Who are we kidding? Probably going to be the Queen's breeding slave, just like in Monster Girl Quest.
Oh well, a fine way to go out, considering it's a first attempt.
I don't want to put on the helmet because then I won't be able to kiss. hehe
Besides, we're still in virtual reality. Yes I really hope for a harem
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You kiss the alien again briefly and manage to retrieve your helmet.
"I will come. But I must take this one with me."
The suit's translator converts you words into the alien's strange speech. The warriors seem perplexed by your request.
"That worker has already fed you, let her return to her duties."
As if to illustrate the point one of the warriors grabs a passing worker and engages in a lesbian insect make out session... except it's probably not that, apparently that's how they feed each other. In fact your own worker removes herself from your grip and casually walks off to join her sisters who are filing out of the chamber.
The warriors close around and roughly escort you out. Your cheeks itch as the chemicals administered by your suit's medical suite begin to close the wounds, they should fully heal in a few minutes.
The warriors take you back to where you fell through the roof then down the passage that leads deeper into the cave system. Eventually you come into another chamber, this one is far larger than the one where you encountered the workers. It has several pits filled with eggs.
At the far side of the chamber sits what you assume to be the Queen. She is both gorgeous and monstrous. She is easily twice the size of a human and while the workers and warriors have only slight curves the Queen has what can only be described as boobs, giant F-cup boobs. Behind her the Queen's abdomen is almost as large as the rest of her body. Every so often you see workers emerging from behind the Queen carrying eggs to one of the pits. The Queen herself is flanked by six warriors that look even more intimidating than the ones escorting you.
Your own escorts push you in front of the Queen who looks at you as if you were a mediocre cut of meat.
"When a male wanders into my domain it is usually to seek my favour or to court a princess. So which is it?"
[I really hope you're not seriously thinking of fucking the Queen.]
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"I will come. But I must take this one with me."
The suit's translator converts you words into the alien's strange speech. The warriors seem perplexed by your request.
"That worker has already fed you, let her return to her duties."
As if to illustrate the point one of the warriors grabs a passing worker and engages in a lesbian insect make out session... except it's probably not that, apparently that's how they feed each other. In fact your own worker removes herself from your grip and casually walks off to join her sisters who are filing out of the chamber.
The warriors close around and roughly escort you out. Your cheeks itch as the chemicals administered by your suit's medical suite begin to close the wounds, they should fully heal in a few minutes.
The warriors take you back to where you fell through the roof then down the passage that leads deeper into the cave system. Eventually you come into another chamber, this one is far larger than the one where you encountered the workers. It has several pits filled with eggs.
At the far side of the chamber sits what you assume to be the Queen. She is both gorgeous and monstrous. She is easily twice the size of a human and while the workers and warriors have only slight curves the Queen has what can only be described as boobs, giant F-cup boobs. Behind her the Queen's abdomen is almost as large as the rest of her body. Every so often you see workers emerging from behind the Queen carrying eggs to one of the pits. The Queen herself is flanked by six warriors that look even more intimidating than the ones escorting you.
Your own escorts push you in front of the Queen who looks at you as if you were a mediocre cut of meat.
"When a male wanders into my domain it is usually to seek my favour or to court a princess. So which is it?"
[I really hope you're not seriously thinking of fucking the Queen.]
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Say:"Milady, I have come to court a princess." (let suit translate that to their language)
Then I do an old-fashioned gentleman's bow. Then smile afterwards
Then I do an old-fashioned gentleman's bow. Then smile afterwards
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The cultural significance of your bow is completely lost on the Queen. You ask to court a princess and the suit translates. The Queen commands the princesses to come forth.
Three of the insect aliens enter the Queen's chamber through a side tunnel. Compared to the other aliens the Princesses look similar to the workers except they are slightly taller and have a set of wings on their backs. Aside from subtle differences in hair style and the shape of their carapace the Princesses all look the same to you. You would not be able to tell them apart if they were not standing right next to each other.
The Queen gestures towards you.
"My daughters, a male has come to court you."
The Princesses seem somewhat excited by this. They sit down besides the Queen and talk excitedly about you.
"Oooo... a male."
"He looks weird, he has no antennae and his carapace is strange."
"Where are his wings?"
The Queen points at you imperiously.
"You may begin your mating dance."
[Hey if you want I can project Dance-Dance Revolution onto your corneas, not that it would help.]
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Three of the insect aliens enter the Queen's chamber through a side tunnel. Compared to the other aliens the Princesses look similar to the workers except they are slightly taller and have a set of wings on their backs. Aside from subtle differences in hair style and the shape of their carapace the Princesses all look the same to you. You would not be able to tell them apart if they were not standing right next to each other.
The Queen gestures towards you.
"My daughters, a male has come to court you."
The Princesses seem somewhat excited by this. They sit down besides the Queen and talk excitedly about you.
"Oooo... a male."
"He looks weird, he has no antennae and his carapace is strange."
"Where are his wings?"
The Queen points at you imperiously.
"You may begin your mating dance."
[Hey if you want I can project Dance-Dance Revolution onto your corneas, not that it would help.]
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Xenon
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Proceed to do the chicken dance.
...What? It'll be just about as valid as any other dance humans would perform.
Actually, I think it somewhat resembles their kind of dance.
Dance like a bee trying to lead its swarm to pollen. Lead them to your ship. Traverse the universe with an Alien Ant Farm while playing their music.
...What? It'll be just about as valid as any other dance humans would perform.
Actually, I think it somewhat resembles their kind of dance.
Dance like a bee trying to lead its swarm to pollen. Lead them to your ship. Traverse the universe with an Alien Ant Farm while playing their music.
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Well, I request a more appropriate action than Xenon's
Which is to put on the helmet and dance the chicken dance with the chicken dance music!. Make the suit play it. It can do it, I'm sure. Put on my red gleaming eyes while dancing.
Halfway through the song change the music to After Dark then dance like a male stripper without taking off my suit. Just for some variety.
Oh, remember that I put on the helmet? If capable of this high-tech futuristic suit which is no doubt more capable of noticing subtle differences than I, tag the three princesses in my visual with a different color for each: Red for princess 1, Olive for princess 2 and Blue for princess 3. This way I can distinguish them from each other as long I'm wearing the helmet.
Which is to put on the helmet and dance the chicken dance with the chicken dance music!. Make the suit play it. It can do it, I'm sure. Put on my red gleaming eyes while dancing.
Halfway through the song change the music to After Dark then dance like a male stripper without taking off my suit. Just for some variety.
Oh, remember that I put on the helmet? If capable of this high-tech futuristic suit which is no doubt more capable of noticing subtle differences than I, tag the three princesses in my visual with a different color for each: Red for princess 1, Olive for princess 2 and Blue for princess 3. This way I can distinguish them from each other as long I'm wearing the helmet.
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((I think we can do all of the above...))
You put your helmet back on and your suit promptly begins to filter the unknown chemical compounds again. You try to tag each Princess with a different color on your helmet display although this turns out to be unnecessary as your ARFS can do that directly through your brain.
As luck would have it you have a selection of Vintage Earth Music stored on your suit's computer. You quickly put together a playlist and begin your "mating display".
You start with your own unique rendition of the Chicken Dance. The Red and Olive Princesses seem completely confused by this dance but Blue giggles a bit and favours you with a smile.
You then segue into your interpretation of a bee leading it's swarm to pollen, danced to the tune of a certain old Earth Composer. Red and Blue seem bored by this routine but Olive seems rather impressed. She leans forward intently examining your every move.
Finally you conclude with a stripper routine sans the stripping. Olive and Blue just stare blankly at this but Red is visibly excited. She vigorously rubs her hands together and every now and again her wings twitch.
At the conclusion of your dance the Queen turns to her Princesses.
"Who among you will claim this male?"
Olive steps forward.
"I will."
Blue and Red step forward too.
"Hey I want him!"
"Me too!"
"Can't we share him?" asks Blue.
"Not possible." growls Olive. "Males live to impregnate us, then they die."
[Uh oh...]
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You put your helmet back on and your suit promptly begins to filter the unknown chemical compounds again. You try to tag each Princess with a different color on your helmet display although this turns out to be unnecessary as your ARFS can do that directly through your brain.
As luck would have it you have a selection of Vintage Earth Music stored on your suit's computer. You quickly put together a playlist and begin your "mating display".
You start with your own unique rendition of the Chicken Dance. The Red and Olive Princesses seem completely confused by this dance but Blue giggles a bit and favours you with a smile.
You then segue into your interpretation of a bee leading it's swarm to pollen, danced to the tune of a certain old Earth Composer. Red and Blue seem bored by this routine but Olive seems rather impressed. She leans forward intently examining your every move.
Finally you conclude with a stripper routine sans the stripping. Olive and Blue just stare blankly at this but Red is visibly excited. She vigorously rubs her hands together and every now and again her wings twitch.
At the conclusion of your dance the Queen turns to her Princesses.
"Who among you will claim this male?"
Olive steps forward.
"I will."
Blue and Red step forward too.
"Hey I want him!"
"Me too!"
"Can't we share him?" asks Blue.
"Not possible." growls Olive. "Males live to impregnate us, then they die."
[Uh oh...]
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Turn off my red gleaming eyes and take off my helmet.(What? We might kiss you know)
Stay where I am.
Say to the princesses and the Queen: "This is a special case, your highness. I'm afraid your rules of the male partner dying does not apply to me. As you see, I am human. A different race entirely. But I'm sure I'll be able to impregnate your daughters, your highness. I can demonstrate my child-making abilities, if you'd ask so." (suit translator please).
Suggestion: I think we should have a cybernatic implants spoiler. It could go like this.
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Something along those lines.
I think this could be useful in the future where, for example, I get a new implant or my arms get cut off and I replace it with a mechanical one. I think this can open up more possibilities. Thanks in advance if you consider this.
Stay where I am.
Say to the princesses and the Queen: "This is a special case, your highness. I'm afraid your rules of the male partner dying does not apply to me. As you see, I am human. A different race entirely. But I'm sure I'll be able to impregnate your daughters, your highness. I can demonstrate my child-making abilities, if you'd ask so." (suit translator please).
Suggestion: I think we should have a cybernatic implants spoiler. It could go like this.
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Something along those lines.
I think this could be useful in the future where, for example, I get a new implant or my arms get cut off and I replace it with a mechanical one. I think this can open up more possibilities. Thanks in advance if you consider this.
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((Yeah sure. I'm actually gonna change the structure of the suit spoiler to better convey information, but you'll see how that works a little later on in this CYOA. Hold on because this post is going to be massive.))
You explain to the aliens that you will not die after impregnating them because you are a human.
The Queen doesn't seem to be taken aback by this revelation. The Olive Princess seems somewhat disappointed. Red and Blue appear very happy.
"Very well Human, take my daughters and impregnate them, but not here. For each Hive can only have one Queen."
The Queen barely gives her consent before Red and Blue rush forward and drag you out of the Chamber. Olive shouts in frustration before flying after her sisters.
The Princesses drag you back up twisting tunnel shafts and out of the Hive into blinding daylight. Suddenly the world around you pix-elates and disappears.
You see a series of CG images accompanied by really cutesy music. The images show your alien princesses engaged in a foursome with a non-descript dude who looks nothing like you save for your ID photo crudely shopped to his face. The final image shows not-you holding armfuls of squirming alien larvae while the Princesses (now matured into voluptuous Queens) nag you in the background.
Finally a simple text message scroll across your vision:
[You got the: Royal Harem Ending, Thank you for playing Hentai Hive completing the PGSGSDSE Space Adventurer certification simulator course. Have a nice day.]
You blink and suddenly you're back in the testing centre. The attendant unplugs your neural jack and begins reviewing your files on a tablet.
"Before you ask Mr. Landers; yes our simulator scenarios are modded ero-sims...budget cuts are a bitch. Now while I did say there were no right answers I am obliged to tell you that having intercourse with the Princesses would have given you an alien STD while ingesting the content's of that worker's stomach would have given you alien gut parasites. These would have likely caused terrible infections which in the absence of treatment at a space hospital would have lead to a horrible death in about a month's time. Depending on how advanced it is your space suit's medical suite will not have a cure for every single pathogen in the universe, especially if it hasn't been discovered yet."
The tester continues to scroll through the tablet.
"Your actions in this scenario show an incredible lack of common sense and personal restraint. Most people just find a way to escape the Hive then turn on their locator beacon."
A near by simulator pod opens up and a boisterous alien steps out.
"Woo Yeah! I fucked the entire Hive! Asexual worker drones my ass!"
The tester shakes his head and sighs.
"Well Mr. Landers if this were any other organisation I'd have to reject your application. However the Pan Galactic Space Government has really low expectations of Space Adventurers and I mean really low. So I hearby declare you a certified Space Adventurer."
Man what a condescending asshole...
Well your certification process is over. Now you gotta buy yourself a space suit and find a crew to join. You could start your own crew, but that would require a ship, which you don't have the money for right now. Either way it's time to plan your next move.
You are currently on Khartoum Station; a large bustling orbital habitat which is regarded as the last spec of proper civilization on the way to the wild regions of frontier space.
Obvious places to go are: The Docking Bays, The Merchant's Quarter, The Club District.
[Congratulations... I'm sure those diplomatic skills of yours will come in real handy.]
((Sorry for the text bricks, but I wanted to end that scenario and move on to the next part of the adventure.))
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You explain to the aliens that you will not die after impregnating them because you are a human.
The Queen doesn't seem to be taken aback by this revelation. The Olive Princess seems somewhat disappointed. Red and Blue appear very happy.
"Very well Human, take my daughters and impregnate them, but not here. For each Hive can only have one Queen."
The Queen barely gives her consent before Red and Blue rush forward and drag you out of the Chamber. Olive shouts in frustration before flying after her sisters.
The Princesses drag you back up twisting tunnel shafts and out of the Hive into blinding daylight. Suddenly the world around you pix-elates and disappears.
You see a series of CG images accompanied by really cutesy music. The images show your alien princesses engaged in a foursome with a non-descript dude who looks nothing like you save for your ID photo crudely shopped to his face. The final image shows not-you holding armfuls of squirming alien larvae while the Princesses (now matured into voluptuous Queens) nag you in the background.
Finally a simple text message scroll across your vision:
[You got the: Royal Harem Ending, Thank you for playing Hentai Hive completing the PGSGSDSE Space Adventurer certification simulator course. Have a nice day.]
You blink and suddenly you're back in the testing centre. The attendant unplugs your neural jack and begins reviewing your files on a tablet.
"Before you ask Mr. Landers; yes our simulator scenarios are modded ero-sims...budget cuts are a bitch. Now while I did say there were no right answers I am obliged to tell you that having intercourse with the Princesses would have given you an alien STD while ingesting the content's of that worker's stomach would have given you alien gut parasites. These would have likely caused terrible infections which in the absence of treatment at a space hospital would have lead to a horrible death in about a month's time. Depending on how advanced it is your space suit's medical suite will not have a cure for every single pathogen in the universe, especially if it hasn't been discovered yet."
The tester continues to scroll through the tablet.
"Your actions in this scenario show an incredible lack of common sense and personal restraint. Most people just find a way to escape the Hive then turn on their locator beacon."
A near by simulator pod opens up and a boisterous alien steps out.
"Woo Yeah! I fucked the entire Hive! Asexual worker drones my ass!"
The tester shakes his head and sighs.
"Well Mr. Landers if this were any other organisation I'd have to reject your application. However the Pan Galactic Space Government has really low expectations of Space Adventurers and I mean really low. So I hearby declare you a certified Space Adventurer."
Man what a condescending asshole...
Well your certification process is over. Now you gotta buy yourself a space suit and find a crew to join. You could start your own crew, but that would require a ship, which you don't have the money for right now. Either way it's time to plan your next move.
You are currently on Khartoum Station; a large bustling orbital habitat which is regarded as the last spec of proper civilization on the way to the wild regions of frontier space.
Obvious places to go are: The Docking Bays, The Merchant's Quarter, The Club District.
[Congratulations... I'm sure those diplomatic skills of yours will come in real handy.]
((Sorry for the text bricks, but I wanted to end that scenario and move on to the next part of the adventure.))
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Xenon
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From the chicken dance, to the alien harem route, to the "it was all a simulation" and the guy who had sex with the entire hive...Yup, this has to be the greatest thing since sliced bread.
Boy, the grin on my face...
Anywho, let's go to the club and get crunk.
Boy, the grin on my face...
Anywho, let's go to the club and get crunk.
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((Fo Shizzle!))
You head to the Club District on Kartoum Station. There are many different types of bars, dance halls and lounges here that cater to different tastes and species.
After walking around for a bit three places stand out:
A Robot Strip Club, a dive bar called "The Hive of Scum and Villany" and an elegant pub-like establishment called "The Peaked Cap.".
[We should totally go to the robot strip club... just saying.]
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You head to the Club District on Kartoum Station. There are many different types of bars, dance halls and lounges here that cater to different tastes and species.
After walking around for a bit three places stand out:
A Robot Strip Club, a dive bar called "The Hive of Scum and Villany" and an elegant pub-like establishment called "The Peaked Cap.".
[We should totally go to the robot strip club... just saying.]
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Xenon
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Then go there we shall. Though I do appreciate the Star Wars reference. When we return, we'll have to swing by Tosche Station to pick up some power converters.
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I agree. To the strip club!
(Hey. I'm not being perverted. I'm acting in character. The character was accused of rape years ago soo.....yeah)
(Hey. I'm not being perverted. I'm acting in character. The character was accused of rape years ago soo.....yeah)
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You approach the Robot Strip Club. A Large Robot Bouncer blocks your way.
"This Club isn't for meat-bags, why don't you go someplace else."
[Tell him you're with me.]
Not yet fully understanding you tell the bouncer that you have an ARFS installed in your head. The bouncer simply nods and ushers you in.
The Robot Strip Club is... full of Robots. Several turn their heads and frown at you... at least you think they're frowning at you. You can't really tell since only half of them have "faces" in the conventional sense of the word. Most of them have their attention focused on a loader-bot performing on stage. The performer seems to have had all of the screws on it's casing removed. As it performs pieces of it's shell fall away revealing actuators and heaving hydraulic pistons. The robot audience hoots and whistles in binary speak while tossing $tarbucks at the stage.
Meanwhile on the other side of the room an AI construct is showing off it's algorithms on a high definition holo display. You've heard programmers tell you that good code is beautiful but you never imagined that this might be literally true for some people.
[Hey man could you just stare at that holo-display for a while...Aww yeah baby work those subroutines, I've never seen such efficient variables.]
Elsewhere in the club you see a robot bartender pouring drinks for a woman with a cybernetic arm.
[I know my core directives oblige me to point out important stuff to you, but could you please just look at that holo-display for a few more minutes.]
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"This Club isn't for meat-bags, why don't you go someplace else."
[Tell him you're with me.]
Not yet fully understanding you tell the bouncer that you have an ARFS installed in your head. The bouncer simply nods and ushers you in.
The Robot Strip Club is... full of Robots. Several turn their heads and frown at you... at least you think they're frowning at you. You can't really tell since only half of them have "faces" in the conventional sense of the word. Most of them have their attention focused on a loader-bot performing on stage. The performer seems to have had all of the screws on it's casing removed. As it performs pieces of it's shell fall away revealing actuators and heaving hydraulic pistons. The robot audience hoots and whistles in binary speak while tossing $tarbucks at the stage.
Meanwhile on the other side of the room an AI construct is showing off it's algorithms on a high definition holo display. You've heard programmers tell you that good code is beautiful but you never imagined that this might be literally true for some people.
[Hey man could you just stare at that holo-display for a while...Aww yeah baby work those subroutines, I've never seen such efficient variables.]
Elsewhere in the club you see a robot bartender pouring drinks for a woman with a cybernetic arm.
[I know my core directives oblige me to point out important stuff to you, but could you please just look at that holo-display for a few more minutes.]
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Sit next to the woman with the cybernetic arm.
Then after I sit, say "Finding this place to your liking?"
Then after I sit, say "Finding this place to your liking?"
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The woman glares at you.
"What kind of dumb question is that? This place caters to robots and AIs. The only thing the bar serves that meat-bags like us can drink is distilled water. I'm only even here because my ARFS wants to get it's code off to that AI bimbo over there."
[She's not your type Romeo, by the way I think there's something important by the holo-display.]
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"What kind of dumb question is that? This place caters to robots and AIs. The only thing the bar serves that meat-bags like us can drink is distilled water. I'm only even here because my ARFS wants to get it's code off to that AI bimbo over there."
[She's not your type Romeo, by the way I think there's something important by the holo-display.]
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