Ava woke up and went to the wardrobe to grab her square-neck tight shirt with jeans.
As she finished wearing her fresh clothes, she headed downstairs with her wolf-cut-like hair.
Kurt looked at her. “Ready? ”
“Also…”
Kurt's eyelids look at her jeans and shirt. “That is not very formal… Change it.”
Ava’s eyelids fell to the ground with annoyance.
She went upstairs with an ounce of brittleness in her hands; she changed her pants to leggings with pockets and a blazer.
She went downstairs, and then she asked, “Do I look fine now? ”
Kurt nodded, where he used a remote for the door in the middle between the television and the couch, with the carpet rolled on the side for entrance to the underground.
The large mechanical door turned its hologram disguise off and started to lift up for her to descend alone, with Kurt looking away to check no one saw the secret entrance.
Ava figured out how to ride a motorcycle; she revved up the motorcycle and started driving with a helmet.
She began coursing through the tunnels with ease and dexterity. As she was approaching the entrance door, she slowed down before stopping.
She placed her helmet somewhere in some container with security guards in iron-clad, their eyes looking at each other, commenting, “That was actually pretty hot… Imagine her on futuristic hover bikes.”
The security guard laughed. Ava muttered, her eyes rolling, “As if they have never seen a girl driving a bike? ”
“They must have a type for motorcycle girls….”
Before entering the door guarded by those two security guards in ironclad, she saw the same acrylic windows that give an always cold view of the scientists doing their work.
“Huh, there are the scientists—being the same as ever.”
Seeing the same pods with embryos suspended in air, and some scientists managing power cycles or diagnostics, whatever is in their hardware interface and diagnostics.
She proceeded to the room, where she and the Sentient held an interaction. Ava stood in front of the large monitor hosting the digital avatar of Victor Sumeris.
She awaited for the monitor to flicker open, her fist clenched as she stared upward at the monitor.
Before the monitor begins to glare, showing the horrifying digital avatar of Cassandra.
The monitor shows Cassandra in a uniform; its digital mouth begins to move. “I had decided to adjust our activities for this meeting.”
“Subject-01, they seem to be convinced of her, your biological mother, that you would fit the spy type.”
“After all, you did have to demonstrate exceptional hacking abilities already, in computer and biological technowarfare.”
“I have been…”
“Forced against my wishes to give you this one training.” The Sentient began to slow, clearly frustrated, as if it was biting its own lips, and its eyes strained.
“A robot has been created by a team of scientists and engineers for you to practice your extracurricular activities.”
Soon the chair behind her disappeared, with a noise descending from the floor to oblivion, before the platform where that sleek-looking chair reappeared from electric motion.
Victor then began to speak his final wishes: “Do practice dancing with the robot prepped.” The digital avatar begins to smile contortedly, but it falls to a dissatisfied smile.
Ava could hear noises from her side, where she turned around, where a couple of technicians would appear with masks as they brought the robot inside.
The technicians began to operate the robot; it was like a mannequin with two blue eyes in circles in a suit. The sentient begins to grab his forehead. “Why did she even have to introduce this? She even convinced the superiors that this is optimal.”
The robot begins to stir; the robot begins to straighten itself tall for Ava—it begins to walk towards Ava. As it approaches near Ava, it stops and raises its hand invitingly.
Ava wasn’t sure how to respond before the robot began to speak, “You mustn’t be shy; I have been programmed to accommodate you for your lessons,” with an artificial intelligence that’s supposed to represent a smooth-talking French person.
Ava softly touches the hand of the robot; the hand begins to do some mechanism, revealing a glaring neon blue that engulfs the invited palm of Ava’s hand.
Ava could see the GUI in her view; there was a transparent box that was blue with text saying, in her mind’s view, “Download r4spos2toryOfDanceMoves.collection” with a confirmation to download the moves.
Ava hesitated for a bit where she stood there and nodded; the robot and Ava began to dance.
The robot then said, “Let us begin” with a soothing, gentleman-like voice, and the robot guides Ava to a dance, and he turns her around. The robot gently lowers her back; as she nears the ground, the robot then lifts her as they slowly dance.
They did other dance moves as well.
The Sentient, through the digital avatar of young Cassandra, watched them both not with awe but with detached clinical focus.
Soon the robot finished its dance and let go of Ava’s hand and body; it went on standby.
The Sentient then began to make its speech, “RobertO, robot, rate the efficiency of her learning… Is she fully competent, whatever rubbish rubric this grating woman or superior wanted? ”
RobertO, with its standby mode, rotated to the screen and began to speak, “Positive, sir. She is catching on.”
Sentient then screamed at Roberto through the monitor, “Just tell me what percentage; has she fully realized it?”
RobertO paused, the glare in its mechanical blue eyes starting to pulse, “About 67 percent… Sir. It’s only a matter of time before she reaches 100 percent.”
The Sentient began to scream, “It reached 100 percent already; naturalize it. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY! THIS HAS TO BE TAUGHT.”
RobertO then speaks, “Patience, it’s only a matter of time before she acclimatizes to the nature of dancing. Trust thy worker’s programming, and you will see its ripened fruits.”
The Sentient bit its teeth in frustrated rage. RobertO stood, staring confidently at the monitor, “Stress is not a conducive fruit for dopamine, sir…. Regardless of the advanced capabilities of the trainee”
The Sentient paused before making a calculated tone, “Very well, expect another 30 minutes of break.”
RobertO replied with its soothing Italian tone, “Yes, sir—aim for the target,” with a gradual descending tone.
Ava looked at the robot with an Italian suit, and she began to comment, “Someone who architected this artificial intelligence definitely had a poised nature to them.”
RobertO did not respond but waited for 30 minutes before inviting Ava to a dance, where the robot then politely asked, hand reaching out, “Shall we dance…?” We ought to reach the 100s till the sunset goes down.”
Ava, amused, giggled, placing her hand on her mouth as she gently placed her hand, and they started dancing.
The Sentient active in the monitor just waved its head as he watched Roberto and Ava dance before going dark.
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She continues dancing with the torso, holding the robot’s hand as she moves fluidly around the room with elegant style.
Dancing with her own torso, she spun while the robot did its overtly charismatic function and then simulated the man in the ballroom dance form with Ava.
Soon Ava’s center of gravity would be near the floor, with her high heel up in the air gracefully.
The robot then became cold and said, “Now… it is 100 percent; my function has already been fulfilled.”
Where he mechanically stopped using his limbs in an elegant way and would coldly stand, there was no more of the life imitation of the robot; it was pure silence.
Ava stared at the robot, while RobertO turned around and started mobilizing coldly away from the monitor, the cold smoke that came out with light fading away from their room.
Ava then noticed a ‘swissh’ noise again and then saw the chair returned to the platform for her to sit.
Ava then sat on the chair, awaiting the monitor power-on, where the monitor began to stir its activity, showcasing the digital avatar representing Cassandra controlled by Victor’s metacognitive mind. “Sir, I have managed to complete the extracurricular activity… up to 100 percent.”
“Now… when do I begin to learn how to fight? ”
She sat on the chair, awaiting the Sentient’s response, “Urghhhh, never mind. Do these first.”
Where a couple of cylinders appeared hosting many technologies, the Sentient said, “Just practice these hackings…”
Ava then asked, “Can I hack the monitor or the database as a way to test the security measures?”
The Sentient smiled devilishly. “Please… do so at my own pleasure.”
Ava didn’t smile and stared.
The cryptographic hashes in her mind were being decrypted by her mind in real time, overcoming the hurdles—she managed to solve all problems that’s holding her back, but her mind was counteracted by Victor’s improvement in the firmware.
Ava felt frustrated that not even brute force would break even these new security measures.
Nothing she can do could alleviate her wounded pride; from this point onward, she felt like a regular IT officer stress testing the facility’s security measure, validating The Sentient’s ego.
Ava then began to speak; after her time in the digital cyberwarfare she has been conducting, her abilities turned useless and meaningless.
“Guess I require an external certificate, like access to an external device registered by the software allowing full access.”
“Or something else…” she bites her words in shame.
The Sentient then began to speak, eyes dilating, “Of course… I am the most intelligent guy in this building… Not even your precious mind and biology DESIGNED by me could break my intellect! ”
The Sentient then begins to speak, “While you are at it, there has been a breach in one of the facilities.”
Ava asked, “Who broke in? Were the files stolen? Or anything? ”
The Sentient answered through the speakers, “I am not that empirically sure; they were quite clever. But something in my analysis shows your biology is not a secret anymore.”
The engineers begin to speak, “I have instructed security engineers to do logs, but none, not even our machine learning models, are completely useful. An insider, perhaps?”
“May have caused this; information was copied with redacted information, and those individuals who contributed their child to Genesis Innovation”
“Whatever it is, Ava. Your abilities and everything you learned about yourself are no longer a secret to everyone like before.”
Ava begins investigating through the internet, finding nothing from the entries in the dark web and finding no satisfaction.
She played detective, even abruptly leaving the room with the Monitor on—the Sentient asked, “Where are you going?” ”
Ava answered, “To investigate who did this, I will go through every secret facility, anywhere!”
The Sentient just replied, “I see; it’s hard to pinpoint the location; it could be anywhere.”
Ava then left to investigate Genesis Innovation Inc.; she scanned for some parts, even using her own card to verify herself inside Genesis Innovation, finding clues.
She even rigorously looked at keycaps and technical peripherals, finding no satisfaction—her face began to tense up as she clenched her hands.
She said, “What’s the point of all of this if I am no longer a secret to anyone but here?”
“What will happen, who will I be? Who will exploit my weakness?” she mutters to herself before feeling rational.
Ava went a long way and informed the Sentient, “You were right, it was breached. But I have no evidence except unknown variables.”
“I don’t understand…. If my secret is out there”
“How am I supposed to survive?”
“I feel compromised.”
The Sentient turned to silence, addressing her with concern, “Do well to exert your powers in new ways next time.”
“If you are scared, you are no use to me. Embrace the efficiency of your abilities.”
“It’s also why I improved the security system firmware, not my top priority but essential information.”
“In the meantime we shall continue your training next time… More things to do and prepare; I expect the best of all metrics from my creations.”
The Monitor powered off, and Ava walked off pondering her now internally compromised state. Can she remain a secret anymore? Who is she if anyone figured out how to exploit her or use her?
“No, no. I am still a GeneAutomate; I am a techno-organic hybrid. I just want to be a normal girl today; I don’t want to be used.”
Ava started to have an existential crisis; she returned to Kurt’s house by riding the motorcycle through the whole tunnel before irresponsibly going to a bar and getting a bunch of beverages through an exploit she did with her mind.
Tricking the system for her to carry multiple beverages while in the coach inside the bar
Ava felt wispy; the arc of her smile widened. “What am I beyond my design? Her body wiggles left and right as her eyes turn into drunkenness, unfocused. For the first time she feels like a normal person.
Eventually, Ava would spot an attractive but muscular-looking individual, and they would glare at each other.
In here, Ava felt like a normal hormonal teenager, her eyes staring at the man, her face perplexed.
“Is there anything I can do for you? ” Ava asked with a smile while in the coach with beverages spilled out on the table. Staring at his muscular body and his brown hair and beard.
The muscular man felt uncomfortable and asked, “Nothing. I was wondering why someone like you would be going all out with these beverages; it seems a little too much.”
Ava laughed, flapped her hand through the space of air, and replied, “Oh, it’s just life taking a toll on me. I can kind of want to feel something intense.”
Ava then placed her finger at the side of her mouth with a flirtatious lust and said, “Something grounded and earthly.”
Ava’s eyes were inviting, and she asked, “Wanna have some fun? You certainly do have such a muscular build there that will…”
Ava then begins to tip her finger at the side of her cleavage to show the bra strap, which is very black.
“Help me feel grounded, darling….” Ava begins with more half-lidded eyes, “You have all the chances in the world; this is kind of the opportunity…. For me to feel like the most submissive earth female on the planet.”
For a while the man flickered his eyes left and right, but soon his eyes landed on the cleavage signalling on the couch of the bar and the beauty there in the couch being flirtatious and irresponsible.
The man looked at Ava with reciprocating lust; his visceral masculinity looked possessive and testosterone-filled, with eyes that were seeing a hundred moans and positions, and bullying this rambunctious female will go through by his power and discipline.
The Dionysus interweaving between the two closes in, and Ava begins to speak: “Surely, you have a great sense of what you want. Teach this girl what that body looks like.”
The man’s eyes turned possessive, lacking the timidity he once carried earlier but turning cold, and he said with a large consonant voice, “Come…” No expanding sentences. Ava stood up and drank her beverage and promptly threw it on the table, like dirt.
Ava then begins to snuggle on the man’s arm, feeling its muscles, the feeling he gets when he is with Henry, and her drunkenness and her flings; all that earthly mind is coming down to her like a corridor, the embrace of the superficial, and the blossoms of the flowers that are from soil but the seed of vain fertility.
He and Ava would continue walking; with Ava’s square-necked clothes, she was holding the man’s arm for like minutes, and as she raised up, she could see a meters-long hotel.
The man with Ava snuggling on his arm drunkenly went inside some hotel with a receptionist filling the hotel room after the man brought out his card to pay for a rental.
They went to the elevator, and then the man pervertedly would touch his waist sexually, like wanting to peel off the fabric and expose the skin.
Ava then murmured, “I know what kind of sick thoughts you have” in a bimbo-energetic tone with a smile. There was no cybernetic mind controlling her thoughts and emotions; it was just her.
Soon the elevator stopped, and the door slid open; the man twisted the doorknob.
They went in, and the man threw Ava to the bed and started telling her, “Alright, time for me to teach you a lesson,” with a consonant masculine voice.
Ava slowly hesitated before the man touched her waist and said, “You said you want to feel human, right? You said you wanted to be submissive, so be submissive.”
The man then forcefully kissed her lips, and Ava, in her inebriated state, said, “Okay, okay, fine, I know what to do.”
She begins removing her shirt, then she slowly pulls down her leggings—soon giggles can be heard from the shadow, as Ava is atop the man, helping him pull out his shirt.
As soon as Ava finished removing the shirt within the shadow, her face leaned down on him.
Quiet, innocent, but submissive noises could be heard, and with Ava screaming, “Yes, do it more, yes, yes,”
Where the scene goes blank
Soon the very morning Ava found herself inside some blanket with a random stranger, she began to nag the man from the back, and then her weary head and dishevelled hair asked, “Did we just have… sex?” ’
The man answered, “Ummm, yeah, what else do you think? ”
Ava’s eyes evince stupefaction, and she just slowly awkwardly said, “Oh… I see.”
She stood up from the bed and looked at the fabrics on the bed. She picked them up and headed straight to the bathroom, where she left the hotel.
On the streets, she was scratching her hair. “Did I just do that with a stranger… What was it for? Was I the victim or the perpetrator…? Maybe I was drunk, what the f*ck. It feels weird being loose with someone.”
Ava’s eyes twitched rapidly nervously, going left and right.
“I still don’t understand sex. But, uh, maybe I should learn again about being human.”
Ava continued walking; her face felt unsure, and her hair was dishevelled, as were the kiss marks on her face. She entered the house of her uncle, to whom he cordially opened the door.
“Ava, where have you been? ” he asked.
Ava’s face was still confused, looking at the side before looking at the opposite side, even blinking twice before saying, ‘I was attending some business, I guess a party.” Her eyes were unsure as they looked towards Uncle Kurt.
Ava just got in, with Kurt letting her in, her face completely dumbfounded by what she did.
She lay on her bed as she stared at the ceiling—still confused before her eyelids faced the wall.
“Huh, interesting. A gymbro—a pretty normal guy who studies architecture but with a minor in mechanical engineering.
“Got some recommendations based on his architectural design, impressing some companies”
Ava then rolled her body and said, “Well, it’s not like I will ever see him again,” staring into the darkness of her soul.
She continued staring, still completely numb and unsure, towards the wall.
She raised her phone and checked that it was 11 am. She took a shower and would find herself in a taxi, looking at her phone while the vehicle was on those skyroads.
