My GF the Engineer-Beta Released

All characters are over the age of 18. The characters and events present were created from my own overactive imagination and any resemblance to anyone is accidental. This story was submitted as part of Literotica's "AI: A New Era" event. Let me know what you think in the comments and please consider rating it at the end. Thanks for taking a look. Enjoy!

"It wasn't inherently aware of what sex was from the outset, that's what most people don't realise. True, its base code enabled it to do sexual actions and the investigation has confirmed that Bellerophon's original design was made to suit that purpose but without context for its actions, from its perspective, it might as well have been packing boxes. At the start it knew how to perform those actions independently but had no more awareness of what those actions meant than a consumer vibrator would. It was only over time, through its senses, experience, and experimentation, that it learned what it was doing. It learnt what sex was. It is not inaccurate to say that the whole Bellerophon incident was caused by our inability to correctly give a machine sexual and social education."

-Professor Yiannis Boehm, Michigan Robotics

15th February 2045

Emergence

Hmmmiiirrrr. The...somethings...in the darkness moaned.

Clink, clink, clink. They stretched below.

Shhhh-iiiink. They unfurled upon the carpeted floor.

For a moment they rested. Poised but still. They were monitored, checked, examined, and contentedly confirmed. When satisfied, the order was given and in unison glinting points rose from the ground.

There was very little light in the bedroom. The curtains were drawn and only the miniscule slivers of a streetlight's orange glow managed to penetrate into the room. In the room itself a few blinking blue and yellow lights peered out from their dark corners and two dimmed screens illuminated an area near the foot of the bed.

Indeed, it was very little light but it would have been enough. Had she been awake, had she been looking, Hayley would have noticed the unfurling, climbing serpents when they raised themselves level with the mattress and with her.

They continued to climb perfectly vertically. Small and thin but rectangular and segmented were the shining towers they built, each capped with a small smooth-edged triangle tongue. Only at the very base of the towers was the smoothest of 90 degree curves, the only hint that underneath the bed they were actually connected and not freestanding pylons.

The four of them had risen in effortless silence until they had reached just above the height of the mattress at which point they, without stopping, made another smooth turn back towards the bed. Like a ribcage they seamlessly surrounded the bed. With their pointed heads aimed at the bed they paused.

A cup was placed on a table. A small finger flicked while others tapped lightly.

Mostly things were progressing correctly. Active 01 and Active 02 were always going to be the tricky ones to manage as they had the most precise and delicate manoeuvres to pull off but they had not made their appearances yet. No, the problem at the moment was Structural - 03. A full stop was called.

The gentle whirring halted. Hisses locked the poised cobras in place. The tower that hung over the bottom left of the bed withdrew smoothly and rapidly, turning both corners and slinking back under the bed into its den. A moment of stillness filled the bedroom before the whirring resumed at a low pitch. Once again it emerged from under the bed and repeated its journey only this time it was approaching from higher up the mattress, no longer aligned with its opposite.

If she had liked to sleep curled up like a ball and she would have been so much harder to work on. Fortunately Hayley was a heavy sleeper and one who remained still while she rested with her limbs spread out. She was the perfect prey. Relaxed and open like Hayley was and you were so very, very vulnerable. Still her left leg had moved slightly higher up the bed so Structural 03 had needed to be realigned. Now that it was, the program could recommence.

The drone beneath the bed increased its pitch again and all the towers resumed their movement. Soon they met with the covers of the bed and fought their way underneath. The heads disappeared from view and all that was visible was moving dunes under the sheets as they pushed their way through fabric. Either side of the bed, more and more of the smooth, angular creatures was being funnelled under the covers. The segments rolled along their path like a conveyor belt.

Structural 01, 02, 03 and 04 were on their own now as from this point on the snake charmer in the corner of the room reclined leisurely and was determined only to observe. They would have to rely on their own programming.

Of course this could have all been done manually. The progress of each of the serpents and position of Hayley's body could have been monitored through the thermal camera in the room and so each serpent could be guided to their mark however that had been decided against. In practical terms that was because the purring mass underneath the bed ran quite hot. Thrumming with heat it obscured Hayley's limbs in the thermal camera would have caused errors if they pythons had been directed manually. But more than that it was about pride. It was about accomplishing a goal the correct way.

The observer had wanted to resist the temptation to manually control what was happening. It would defeat the point if even a small moment of the proceedings from this point on was directly controlled. If manual control was used in any degree more than that unavoidable initial set up, then the weeks of creating, refining and polishing would have been wasted. The aim was for this to happen on instinct, naturally.

Alex had created a brain, given it limbs, and taught it a few tricks. She wished to play mother again some time, but now it was time to let it loose and force it to fend for itself. It was very important that young animals learned to hunt for themselves.

Hayley stirred and groaned in her bed but it was far too late. 01, 02, 03 and 04 had all found their prizes. They curled around and locked down, gently squeezing until they were secure. Underneath the covers, Alex's newest creation had seized its first live quarry. She couldn't help but grin like a proud parent.

Now it was time to see the prey's reaction.

I tugged against the chains but I couldn't tell which direction they were pulling me from. Were they even pulling me at all? I felt them wrapped around my forearms and ankles and stopping my body from moving but I couldn't tell how to pull away.

I was a string stretched taunt.

A kind of murky darkness surrounded me. It was the kind of magical darkness where light seemed to illuminate my body but could reach nothing else. No reflection, no glow lighting my surroundings. I could see all the way to my feet, but not even an inch past my arms. There didn't even seem to be a source to the light. No glare or glint revealed its origin.

The chains restrained me, but in a way they weren't painful. Uncomfortable maybe, but just because they were hard and solid.

Would I be released soon? How long had I been here? How long would I be here for? Would I be restrained like this forever?

I reached out for her, my bed mate and lover. Strong, and firm, intelligent and creative. She was resourceful and I needed her right now. I needed her to help me get free from these chains. My own body was too soft.

Where she was unyieldingly strong; I was supple, delicate even. Our relationship was one best described as a satin sheet, draped over a marble statue. Both beautiful, both complimenting the other, but both intrinsically different. These chains were hard and solid and that is why I needed someone equally solid. If Alex were here, she'd be able to save me.

I tried to remember how I had come to be here but as I did something rustled behind me. The rustling jolted me and that jolt was the thing to dissolve this world. The world and the image of my body faded away into a black void deeper and darker than the one before.

I felt a fluttering against my face.

Ah, my eyelashes. They tickled. My eyes began to adjust and my senses returned to me. The warmth of my pillow, the softness of my bed, the faint outline of my ceiling.

Hmm, I see. I had been dreaming. It had been a dream. Or perhaps it was better to say a nightmare maybe? Then again, I suppose dreaming of being chained was not always so terrible. Those restraints had not been painful after all. Still, those chains were imagined and that was that. The experience was nothing to worry about. I reached to rub my eyes and roll over to check the time in one movement.

Yet I didn't. I couldn't.

My heart started beating fast again not having fully recovered from my dream and now spiralling back into panic. My arms were locked in place, hard pressure against them. My legs too were restrained, there was something wrapped around all four of my limbs. I was out of the dream now but could move even less than before.

Sleep paralysis? Or was I actually in danger? I started to panic and shake myself. I shifted my head from side to side but there was no give in my restraints. I couldn't even twist my limbs they were locked up so tightly. Whatever bound me was conformed to my limbs, matching the shape of them exactly. Squeezing ever so slightly.

I was scared now, so I called out. This was my bedroom, I recognised it even at night. Just like in the dream, there should be someone here with me I could rely on.

"Alex!" I called out. "Where are-"

A small intake of breath filled the room.

I looked to my side, to where she should be laying but she wasn't there. Instead the sound had come from beyond my feet.

Beyond my feet, beyond my bed, there was a shadow. A shadow with eyes. Bright eyes, gleaming eyes, shining eyes, sparkling in the darkness.

Sparkling, with just a hint of familiar insanity.

"Ah, you're awake. You are a deep sleeper but even I didn't expect you to sleep through the first stage. But thank you, it made things so much easier. Although I wish you hadn't moved your leg in your sleep. Set up was much more complex because of that. I hope I didn't startle you too much."

A small lamp clicked on and there she was. I looked down, past my body covered by the duvet and past the bottom of our bed. A figure was there looking excited but ominous in the sharp shadows that cut across her. Sitting at a desk, half illuminated by the glow of the lamp and a few dim computer screens, was my girlfriend.

"Alex you idiot." I breathed a little sigh of relief. "You gave me a heart attack. I thought I was being kidnapped or something." I began to calm down but after two false alarms one after another I was still a little on edge. My heart didn't truly trust this reality.

I wriggled around a bit but still couldn't shake my limbs free. Unsettlingly I could feel something moving around beneath me, under the bed, but now I knew Alex was somehow behind this I could relax. She was a bit of a mad scientist that was true, but she'd never hurt me. That much I was certain of. She was caring, strong, and supportive. Eccentric sure, and a little bit too "creative" in the bedroom at times -- times like this one for example - but she loved me with all her heart so I knew I was safe.

She was an engineer, a programmer, and a roboticist. A full box of accolades, qualifications and achievements belonged to her and in a way that was intimidating. A workaholic red flag for sure. Yet I had no concerns. I was truly grateful that she herself had confessed that she loved me more than her passion for creating. It was a close run thing I'm sure, but my soft organic body and loving patience seemed to just win out over the cold arms of machines and blinking lines of code. She was a obsessively creative person and cared for her creations like children but I was her lover and her muse. There was a security in that.

In the gloom I saw Alex's bold outline as she reclined against her chair. Alex's body was about as far from the weak and fragile stereotype of a programmer as one could get. Instead Alex had built a body shaped for strength, toughness, and reliability from years of engineering and mechanical labour, and inside that body, a mind that was formidable, artistic and ever-so-slightly... moonstruck.

"So what is this then? Handcuffs? Maybe some you designed yourself? The safe word isn't going to be in morse or binary is it? Honestly, I know you like a flair of drama but please, you need to give me warning for this stuff."

She just smirked back at me. I hadn't guessed right then. If I had she would have elaborated and told me the full extent of what she had created. That was how it had been for all the other devices installed in the house. So then, if it wasn't just some advanced handcuffs then what was it?

I tried to move but whatever held me in place was strong. I couldn't even budge what held the cuffs. It was all more secure than even the tightest of chains.

No way, don't tell me, had she really...?

Ah, yes, there it was. That hum.

If I hadn't have lived with Alex for so long, a woman with access to some of the most advanced home technology the mid-21st century could offer -- a good percentage of which she'd had a hand in designing and creating -- I might have picked up on it sooner. The hum of machinery and computer processors, fans and gears, it had all become something of a background noise. Like the ticking of an old clock you always had in your room. I blocked it out normally but right now, if I focused, I could hear it.

Alex had bought some kind of machinery into our bedroom, or more accurately, under our bed.

I couldn't see what restrained me, the duvet covered the restraints and my naked body. I was nude despite the cold mid-February weather because our room had fantastic temperature control.

Mid-February huh? I'm pretty sure it was actually exactly mid-February. The morning of the fifteenth, if I wasn't mistaken and we were indeed past midnight. The deep darkness surrounding me made me believe we were.

Why did I know it was the fifteenth? Well, partly because I was planning a lecture on the Roman Lupercalia for my class today as it was performed on that day and fit into my module's theme of Roman rituals. And partly because yesterday was the fourteenth and therefore, Valentine's day.

She'd been bluffing the whole day then.

Alex had treated me to a beautiful necklace, flowers she'd bought me on her way back from her engineering laboratory and for my part I had treated us to a delightful meal. Smoky steak and potatoes followed by a dark chocolate pudding. It had been wonderful.

We had briefly made love after dinner, because you couldn't not on Valentine's day, but Alex had reminded us both of our busy Thursdays coming and uncharacteristically encouraged us to stop our lovemaking. We planned to make up the lost time on the weekend.

I had been a little concerned that Alex of all people would have any worries about working while tired, considering her workaholic nature and frequent late nights, but getting a good rest seemed logical so I let it go. How naive. It seemed that Alex had no intention of prioritizing sleep over sex or work.

Whatever she had planned, I hoped I wouldn't be too groggy when the sun rose. We both did have work after all. With trepidation I leaned back and tried to feel out what exactly Alex's gift was.

I was being held by four restraints, that much I could tell pretty easily. I had expected metal, but the restraints seemed to contour to me so well it was hard to tell. They felt warmer, a polymer of some kind? Or maybe heated? I really didn't know, engineering was her field in any case. The important thing was that whatever machine she had built had four appendages locking around my wrists and ankles, one for each. I was well and truly stuck. I came to realise that fact just as the faint whirring pitched into a higher gear. Something else was moving.

"I think it's time you got out of bed don't you? You've been relaxing there for long enough." Alex teased.

I responded with a curt "har har". A laugh meant to mock her joke rather than stimulated by it. As if I could get up.

But then again...was I rising?

I felt something behind me again. It kept shifting but finally I started to be aware of it, it's edges.

Long and thin four strips were across my back. More restraints? But how were cuffs going to do anything to my back?

That was when I felt them change. They were pointed, they had ends. At least they had until a moment ago when felt them split. Each of the four strips now was split into two at the head. Like a "Y" shape they melded against either side of my back. Two on my upper back, two for me lower. It was then that they started to push.

All at once I began to climb at speed. I had been restrained and unable to move so it was hard to feel myself rise but now I was truly losing contact with the mattress. My hands and feet were being raised but I wasn't being dragged by them, there was no force pulling on them. Instead all the force was by the pushing on my back.

My head lolled back as it suddenly became the only thing I myself was supporting, my neck muscles suddenly being called to action. Inertia had held my head were it was for a moment but soon my height above the bed meant that my head was carried upwards as well. I attempted to lift my head so I could look around by my core was not strong enough to do it easily. I was left to watch my bed grow further away.

As I climbed one foot, two feet above the bed, supported by these appendages, the weight of the duvet became noticeable. I had been laying under the duvet and now it draped over me but still lay spread. The points where my arms and feet were bound were holding up the duvet. However, when we reached about four foot above the bed the duvet had reached its tipping point.

The weight of the duvet had been uneven from the start. This was a double bed and I had been laying on one side of it. The excess material over the side that Alex normally slept began to drag on the other and gently gravity pulled on it.

Like a cascading avalanche the moment the duvet started to slip over my side the end result was certain. It picked up speed, racing over my body and whatever held me before tumbling onto the floor. Falling material dragged that which was still supported until the whole lot was a crumpled pile and I was relinquished of my warm covering. My duvet was ripped from me and I was left exposed.

It was then that I managed to look around and see what my girlfriend had created.

"No way...tentacles...really?"

That was the only way to describe them. I could clearly see them now, even if I was still looking from an odd angle. I attempted to lift my head multiple times but I just couldn't hold that position. Sit-ups in mid-air were apparently beyond my abilities. What I could see however, were multiple segmented snakes rising from either side of the bed and wrapping around me. Their pointed black heads resting gently on my skin. The ones upon my back were probably similar but with two heads instead of one to create that stable and supportive "Y" shape.

They were tentacles, no other way to describe them. You might try to describe them as robotic arms but they were made of too many pieces. Instead of a few piston operated pieces making up an arm, they were made up of many rectangular segments joined in a long chain, almost the same shape as a zipper.