Thread: A.I. (Artificial Idol) Project [Kaen Lazuli & tiger_lily]

No, I have not performed yet in this body. Not in front of people anyway... I really look forward to it, but I am also a bit scared. And you are wrong, you do have a place to be Nova alluded on the elevator up, refusing to elaborate on it. Soon the pair entered the penthouse on the top of the building, sneakers rubbing and heels clicking on the floor. It was almost exactly like the VR-sketch she had been shown, but Nova had decided that she did not want to know any more than the layout and the inventory of things she had. She wanted to have some sense of novelty when entering her new home. Home. That had such a nice ring to it she thought, ears twitching in excitement. The floor and walls consisted mostly of polished dark marble, with several columns in the living room. There were numerous genetically engineered plants which emitted light through photoluminescence and electric candles illuminating the rooms. Large panorama windows overlooked the sprawling metropolis beneath them and the starry night sky above. The American space elevator was even visible on the horizon. There was also a veranda with a small pool outside. Soon she returned to the kitchen with her guest in tow. Do you want some refreshments? Is that the appropriate thing to offer for a proper host? I do not know what you might want, nor what my fridge is stocked with, so might you perhaps have a look for me? She took a few steps towards the bedroom, Can you find something for us to eat while I change into something else? This dress is too thin for my... Ah, special circumstances Why had she veiled her desire to be insulated against being touched by accident like that? Such a human thing to do. Was this coyness she felt? How strange. She excused herself and left for her room. Due to her unfamiliarity she took a few moments searching, but soon she found the clothes she was looking for. She had been informed of her total inventory after all. Ever since her embodiment she has felt the need to be tightly enveloped, because her new fleshy form seemed so ill-defined by her crude senses, compared to her software body. Nerves would merely provide sporadic information about her second-to-second structural integrity, and she couldn't help fearing the possibility that her blood or flesh was leaking out whenever she wasn't noticing. It was of course beyond silly, and she probably ought to raise her concerns to the physicians... But that would mean returning to the lab, so that wasn't an option. Instead she had turned to tightly fitting clothes, which seemed to mitigate this irrational fear of her body losing integrity and spilling out into the world. This was solved by constantly reminding her of its boundaries. Donning a sleeveless rubber catsuit and elbow gloves , she sighed in relief. This warm, enveloping sensation was deeply calming to her. However, she quickly pulled on a simple turtleneck sweater and wide skirt to conceal it. She knew enough to know that this was hardly the appropriate wear for eating an evening snack. It was however appropriate for what she wanted to do afterwards. Nova's ears once more twitched with anticipation. When she returned to her guest, she found a strange-looking white cake on the table. She of course knew -what- kind of cake it was, but that hardly accounted for what it might taste like in this body. Taste was another thing she was inexperienced with, so she could not fully conceal her initial look of skepticism . Her experience with food was overall sorely lacking, for she did not outright eat as a program. She merely simulated tastes and selectively disabled hunger. In the lab she has mostly been treated to synthetic nutrition mixes as part of her creation process. Also, the end-result of eating was... Still not pleasant to the artificial woman. But she eventually smiled and sat down with her lovely guest. Much to her surprise she found herself imagining what the other woman would look like naked, and in various pieces of clothing. She never did that as a program, not like this. Was Aurora doing the same? Probably, based on the way she looked at her. She knew that Aurora had a preference for women. As she nibbled at the cake she wanted to finally propose the planned collaboration project to Aurora, to ask her to join her oncoming tour of Terra, and later both Luna and the Martian Colonies. Oh how much fun they would have! Singing their hearts out in front of millions, sharing their love for music with the solar system. Yet the only thing on Nova's mind right now was a trivial little tidbit of knowledge, that Aurora had downloaded a second-hand copy of herself a few months ago. She had been provided with a lot of information on Aurora prior to this mission of hers. So when she spoke her emotions once more trumped her reasoning. Say, Aurora... Have you ever had sex with a virtual copy of me? Nova asked innocently. Based on Aurora's reaction, the question was obviously not innocent in the least. You see, I am completely aware that copies of me are one of the most common sex objects in the solar system. I think I ought to feel embarrassed by this, or even a bit flattered maybe. After all, an idol's purpose is to be coveted isn't it? And I was made to be an idol, and by extent to be coveted. This serves as proof of my purpose, no? And yet... the artificial woman rose to her feet and clenched her gloved fists in frustration, their polished sheen visible in the artificial candlelight. I feel jealous! she stomped childishly, shaking off the ornaments in her hair leaving it a tangled mess I am so jealous that a mere copy of me got to have sex with you and not me! It is so vexing to be bested like that by a second-rate software construct, and the worst part of it that it isn't even sentient! None of them are. It has probably even been deleted by now, so where am I supposed to direct these feelings of frustration? Nova stepped closer and cradled Aurora's head, looking into her eyes with a smile on her lips. Can you help me settle which one of us is better to be with? Me or the copy? Her body once again started to have a life of its own, but this time it felt far more pleasant. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to touch the other woman, to rub herself against her, to smell, taste her, caress her hair. It was all so overpowering. However, there was of a danger of her panicking if Aurora was to carelessly touch her. It was so troublesome. She had known for weeks that touch posed discomfort, but also known that she was highly probable to take lovers both privately and in relation to business. Sex seemed to be a valid currency in the world after all. Which was why she had ordered certain items for her personal use once she was recognized as an autonomous person. Nova did in fact, contrary to what people seemed to assume, have sexual preferences. She had a human personality after all, and had spent a year to contemplate sexual intercourse. It was such a strange thing, but an integral part of the human experience. And now she would probably experience that strangeness for the first time, if Aurora was willing. ...But we must do it my way... if that is okay with you? She leaned closer, intending to kiss her guest.