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The Upgrades	By : juneauej Category: +M through R > Mega Man Views: 9586 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 10
Mega Man speed-walked out of the alleyway. He needed to find someone to fuck now. The fight had incensed his primal urges -- the desire to conquer, to consume, to exert total control over someone's body. If he didn't purge these desires, he'd burst.
The alley deposited him before a selection of erotic establishments. He picked the least flashy -- The Fetish Palace. A side poster read "So Authentic You Won't Be Able To Tell!!!" It sounded appropriate. After all, the word "fetish" was derived from the same root as "artificial".
Mega Man shoved some cash in a man's hand, then stepped in. The air was heavy with sprayed mist and "come get me" perfume. Mirror paint covered the walls, making the hall seem bigger than it was. The partitions rotated on spindles, revealing red tubes of glowing light.
Mega Man stood near the entrance foyer watching a blond woman dancing on a platform lined with cheap movie lights. He couldn't tell if she was human or android. She pirouetted on the pole with glassy eyes, no sense of feeling and passion. The handful of men gazing her were just as passionless, as if they were watching sports.
"Hey, sweetie." A woman with shocking red hair like yarn and an Eastern European accent stepped up to him. She dragged a long, nailed finger along his shoulder, pivoting on it to face him. Her breasts were impossibly large in her white leather bikini composed of vertical and horizontal strips. "Need some company tonight?"
"Sure. Is your accent Russian?" Mega Man asked.
"Yes," she said. "My name's Tasha."
"I have some friends from Russia. I doubt you know them, though."
"Well, we have something in common. How about a lap dance? Twenty dollars."
Mega Man peeled off a bill and handed it to her. Almost instantly, a waiter approached the two of them. "Would you like to buy the lady a bottle of champagne?" He was already holding a green bottle wrapped in tinfoil.
"Sure," Mega Man said. He knew this was code for a private room, as per his research. Definitely something Mega Man wanted.
The waiter led them past the dancing platform to a hallway blocked off by a black curtain. Behind was a hall just like Platinum Pleasures.
The waiter knocked on a door, then opened it. Inside was a round, red leather couch pressed against the wall. The carpet was just as scarlet, but the walls were black. The waiter placed the champagne on a metal tray on a cabinet, then left.
"Mm, I love this room," she said. "Sit down, make yourself comfortable."
Mega Man sat.
"Do you want some champagne?"
"Actually, I'd appreciate if we could just get to the act."
Tasha grinned. "All right. The rules are no licking, no grabbing, no groping, no biting, no kissing. I can touch you, but you can't touch me."
Mega Man shrugged. "If you want. Seems like rather strange rules."
"If you got a problem with that, the door's right there. And the bouncer's on the other side." She leaned in close. "Unless..."
"Unless what?" Mega Man asked in a normal voice.
"Unless... you've got the scratch, I can make some of those rules disappear. For two hundred. For four hundred, I can make the bouncer disappear too. For five, we can do anything you want."
"Okay." Mega Man counted out five hundred dollars in cash cards and gave them to her. She placed two in her bra, and opened the door a crack. In hushed words, she spoke to someone, handed out a share, then closed the door.
"You are quite the high roller, yes? I love that in a man."
"Great, let's get started." Mega Man put his hand on her shoulder. Tasha's skin was creamy, speckled with tiny brown dots, like natural vanilla ice cream. He planted his mouth on hers. It felt as real as the other sexbots he'd used -- full of synthetic saliva tinged with amino acids.
Tasha grabbed his junk and started massaging it with her thin hand. Mega Man dropped one hand to her chest and massaged her grotesquely swollen breast. It felt as synthetic as the rest of her.
He couldn't take any more of this foreplay. He wanted to fuck. He wanted to feel his dick stabbing in and out, satisfying the deep urges and letting his subconscious rule.
Mega Man maneuvered her backwards and pushed her onto the bed.
"Hey," Tasha said. "Careful. Not so rough."
"You said I could do anything. So shut up and let me do anything."
"You can't-"
Mega Man forced his mouth onto hers, quieting her gripes. He climbed on, straddled her hips. Not wanting to risk more complaints, he undid the leather straps surrounding her complicated outfit, rather than ripping them off with his robot strength.
"All right, quick, then," she said. Mega Man was fine with that, as long as he got what he wanted, and undid his zipper. His cock, already erect, unrolled like a tube of dough.
She crudely spit on it and stroked it up and down. Her hands did not feel soft at all. They were like moistened wax paper.
He wriggled away from her grip, and in the same motion, undid her white leather panties. She was completely naked, while only his dick was exposed. But he didn't care. Her pussy lips were open, wet, and inviting. At this point, he just wanted the erection to go away. He grabbed his penis like a wand, slid the tip up and down her slit to moisten it, then shoved in.
"Ow," she said. "Careful."
Mega Man didn't hear her. The first penetration was almost better than the orgasm. Almost.
"Go quick," Tasha whispered.
Mega Man barely registered her voice. He writhed forward and back, faster and faster, into her tight pussy with the rhythm of a timpani drummer. Bam, bam, bam.
The sounds of her orgasmic screams were like echoes in a valley. He picked her up by the hips like a toy and pulled her against him. He didn't know where he ended and she began. Pound, pound, pound.
His orgasm began like a mudslide, slowly then all at once. The rush of the tide rumbled and toppled. He could feel the hot ropes of cum spasming out of his cock. Sensory inputs overloaded, all processing froze, and he blacked out a few seconds. When it was over, his groin felt petrified.
Reality reformed around him -- the red bed and the pink lights. That was the best orgasm he'd ever had. He'd learned about "edging" and how some orgasms could cause the holder to lose consciousness, but never believed it could be that powerful.
Rock extracted herself from her. His penis was covered in blood. Mega Man was confused -- she was a virgin? No, not a sex worker in an established company. Menstruating? A gynoid wouldn't do that, unless he declared a particular fetish. Even then...
He reached down to touch it. His hand was covered in blood too. He looked at Tasha.
Her body laid out on the bed, indistinguishable from the red leather sheets. It was a crumpled mass, squeezed like a stuffed toy. Purplish organs and bone shards stuck out of her ribs. Her legs splayed at odd angles, ripped out of their hip sockets.
"Oh... oh god," Mega Man said. He backed away. "Oh fuck. No." She was human? He thought she was a robot.
He'd... He'd harmed a human. He'd violated the first rule. The words looped in his head: first rule, first rule.
Not just harmed. Killed. Not just killed. Ripped apart. His robot strength. It was no problem on another robot. Any sexbot would have endured without complaint. But a human, in the midst of his orgasm. Did she even have time to scream out? Did he mutilate her body first? Did she feel any pain?
It wasn't his fault. The sign said "just as authentic as the real thing". Synthetics coated her, inside and out. She acted as empty as a robot. There weren't any signs. He couldn't tell.
Or he'd chosen to ignore the signs. He'd ignored everything in his lust-driven crusade.
And all in the middle of Dr. Light's conference. When he was fighting for robot rights. On the basis of a spotless record. No robot had ever harmed a human being, not by its own volition. Those reprogrammed by madmen were an exception, but this... this was outright voluntary manslaughter.
He had to get out of there. He had to hide. He had to clean it up. Hide the evidence.
No, he couldn't. He didn't have the tools. He couldn't explain the disappearance. They could track him. But he was anonymous. He just had to get away. They'd blame someone else. She'd broken the rules, right? She'd taken the bribe and ignored her own safety. She was just as guilty.
Mega Man creaked the door open. No one there. He looked back at the girl, a human-shaped pile of meat, like a melted wax sculpture.
The normal entrance was not an option. He ran back further into the club until he found an emergency exit. The door blared in alarm, but it didn't matter. Rock ran off with unpursuable speed, escaping into the alleys of the night.

Camera lights continuously flashed during the speech. Light kept his eyes on the tablet so he didn't go blind. The vid recaps might not turn out too good, but oh well.
"And so," Light tapped the pad to scroll to the bottom, "Even if you don't take anything else from here, please, please understand this. Robots are our future. As long as there are humans, there will be robots. The human race once survived without them, but no longer. We need them, just as we need other people."
Speeches didn't bother him. They were like a roller coaster -- intimidating at first, but once the ride started, the scares diminished. Especially in such a large crowd as this. The backlight was so strong, it felt like an empty auditorium. As long as he didn't look at the jumbotron behind him, he'd be fine.
"Already they can act indistinguishable from our intelligence, our personality, and versatility. Soon they will gain the ability to make decisions for themselves. And at that point, they will be our equals. This is not a matter of if, but when."
That was the hardest part to summarize, the fact that no one wanted to accept -- robots were coming, and were about to surpass humanity as the most adaptable. Unless humans wanted to be on the losing side of evolution, they would have to recognize them as the first co-existent race.
"There will come a time when we cannot tell the robots how to act. But we can control how we act when this time comes. And when it comes, I know how I will act. With my arms wide open." He emphasized each word of this last sentence with strong pauses and fist pounds.
The audience erupted into cheers. Light stood in front of the podium for a minute or two, looking out at the shadows, trying to look noble for the pictures. He had no idea if he'd done it, if he'd swung any votes. But at least he did his best, and that was all he could do.
He returned to his seat at the side, next to Roll. "Well, that went well, I think."
She nodded. Dr. Light knew she was barely keeping it together. She insisted on coming, and he didn't argue much. How would it look if he delivered the future of robotics without the presence of his creations?
It would look like he couldn't put his money where his mouth was. His stage presence was already made awkward by the absence of Mega Man -- his most lauded creation.
Girard Jackson, the master of ceremonies, stepped up to the mike. Light thought of him as a "young go-getter", as young as one could get with six Ph.D.s. He held up an object covered with a handkerchief.
"Thank you, Dr. Light. That was... incredibly stirring. But before we wrap this up, we just had one more thing for you. A surprise."
Light blinked. He looked at Roll. She gave him a tired smile. "Now you see why I fought so hard to come down with you."
Girard continued, "I think I speak for everyone here when I say that, well... what can you say about Dr. Light that hasn't been said?" A smattering of uncontrolled applause.
He continued, "You've dedicated your entire life to robotics. And not just robotics. Anyone can make bigger, stronger machines. But you've built your entire life around them. Not just to protect humanity or improve the quality of life or freeing up our time, but to better ourselves. Bringing it to the next level. Not in spite of technology, but through it. And I'd say you've succeeded."
More uncontrolled applause. Light wondered how long this would last, and what they had in store.
"From the civil service robots you started with. Then step-by-step, improving AI and abilities, to the point where we've got robot masters working side-by-side with humans. When people think about robots, the first name they think of is Dr. Thomas Xavier Light. And we want to keep it that way."
To Light's surprise, everyone in the auditorium stood up, silent as dusk. Everyone backstage, on the stage. And even Roll. Light stayed seated, not sure what to do.
"And to that end, we've created this." He pulled the cover off to reveal a trophy, veneered in gold, sculpted to resemble a pair of hands embracing. One was human, the other mechanical. The audience reacted with a mix of "oohs" and thunderous applause.
"This is the first 'Dr. Thomas Xavier Light Award for Excellence in the Field of Robotics'. To be awarded annually by the Roboticist and Artificial Intelligence Developers Association. And our first recipient? There's no one better than the namesake. Come up here, Dr. Light."
Dr. Light, grinning ear to ear, was about to stand up. At the same time, the phone in his pocket buzzed. The exact moment when his mind was clear from all the past turmoil, the experience of pure joy -- shot down.
He clapped his hand on his pocket. No one saw or cared as the applause rose to hurricane levels. Light froze. Who was it? Protoman? Mega Man? Did someone find him? Was it the police, telling him they'd found Mega Man in a ditch? Should he take the call or go up there? He had no speech prepared. Everyone was looking at him.
He stepped up to the mike. The phone buzzed again. He gave the award a quick look. "Uh, thank you. I don't... I don't know what to say. It's a great honor, thank you," he said hurriedly.
He took the trophy and sat back down, trotting back to his seat. The audience quieted awkwardly with murmurs of confusion and indignance. Even Girard didn't know what to say, unready to retake the podium. He rushed back up and stuttered something complimentary.
Roll said, "I think they expected you to make a longer speech than that. That sounded curt."
"Phone," Light said. He finally got it out of his blasted tiny suit pocket. Protoman. "Quiet," he said. He clicked to connect.
"Light? I'm bad off." Tremorous buzzing perforated his voice .
"What?" Light said. He put his finger in his ear to hear better. Jackson was talking, the audience was shouting. Damn them. Damn everything. He had better things to do than this pomp and circumstance.
Roll glanced between him and the crowd. "I don't think this looks good. It looks like a phone call is more important than an award named after you-"
"He damaged me," Protoman said. "Pretty bad."
"What? Mega Man?" Light's blood froze. Using his plasma cannon in public like that, in the midst of so many people, would have gotten him decommissioned. One blast would rip through biomatter like Jell-O. "That's impossible. He couldn't have used his buster in public. That would endanger too many people."
"No, physical fight," Protoman said. "Damaged internals. I'm trying to self-repair now."
"A physical fight? I can't believe it. That's so... Where are you? Do you need help?"
"No. Just letting you know. He's loose. He's like a beast. And I don't know what's going to stop him."
"Dr. Light?" Roll tapped his shoulder. "There's something-"
"Not now, Roll." To the phone, "Listen, get him back anyway you can."
"It might be too late for him. I might-"
Light didn't have time for this. "I don't care. Just get my boy back. Get him back-"
"Light," Roll said, still tapping his shoulder. Although with her fading speech sympathizers it sounded more like "Liiiigh..." fading into a dark, fuzzy tunnel. Roll twisted and fell over in her chair, landing on the stage with a heavy clunk.
"Roll!" Light yelped.
She lay there like a swooned woman. Light disconnected the phone and cradled her head.
"Roll?" he yelled into her ear. "Roll? Roll! ROLL!"
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