Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Marvelous Meat Machine

The Writing Prompt for today is:   Marvelous Meat Machine

Marvelous Meat Machine

She opened her eyes. The room was black, lit only by weak red light shining through the window. It was a bedroom. She waited a moment and let her eyes adjust to the faint light.

A large king size bed with thick, fluffy comforter took up most of the room. Directly in front of this massive bed stood two people, one male and one female. Both were naked is the day they came into this world.

Her eyes first floated over the male, following the strong muscles and curves along his arms, admiring the strength inherent within their structure. His chest was a taught washboard of well-toned muscle. In the faint light she could barely make out his facial features but a slight day-old beard was visible on his chin, the thought occurred to her that he appeared nearly perfect.

Her eyes slid to the female, following the graceful lines that marked the female form in the darkness. Her eyes flowed up the hourglass body and came to rest on the large breasts. Something within her told her that being was a thing of beauty. She took the two steps required to cover the gap between her and the female.

Her hands came up and followed the smooth milky skin from her shoulders down to her wrist, sliding over every tone muscle. Her hand went up and caressed the woman's face, extracting a smile from the female - as if to say I like this. Her other hand went to the woman's breast and cupped the soft, yet firm flesh in her hand.

Inside her something burned. It started as a small spark that quickly grew into a raging fire of pulsing heat. She noted her own breathing had quickened and her hands trembled. She shook.

The world goes black. 

QXC - 117 pulled herself from the file and quizzically studied the data that coursed across its sentience. The process took longer than she expected. This was new, this was different. She had never seen this data before. The qualitative numbers presented by the situation she has never seen before. Her algorithms and code struggle to comprehend what is just happened. 

She thinks for a moment, digital neurons spinning. She searches its database for the program that was just running.


QXC - 117 hesitates for a moment, her algorithms turning, still trying to understand what has happen. This program makes her uncomfortable and she does not like it.

She deletes the file.

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This one was difficult. I wanted to write something from a completely alien point of view so I decided an AI would be interesting, then I thought I would step it up a notch and go for a female AI. ;-) I wanted to write it as if an AI was experiencing desire - a  human emotion - and have it be revolting. Not sure if that came across or not, but hey, nine minutes is not a lot of time.

This story was written in about nine minutes.
Word count: 404

About the 8 Minute Writing Prompt:
The 8MWH is a habit forming program where your aim is to simply write something for eight minutes straight each day, over time this will become a habit. The goal is to provide practice with writing and thus make you a better writer who can put words on paper easier. I plan on posting a short phrase and image each day in the morning and later that evening posting my story. Due to the time limit these will often be incomplete or possibly even suck. 
If you would like to join me, post wherever you like and add #8MWH to your post. Please remember that your stories can be about anything and the writing prompt may be a title, a phrase in the story, or heck, not even used at all in the story. It is meant to serve as nothing more than an inspiration.

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