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Forging a Waifu Harem by BatRou-Dawg

Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Supernatural & Sci-Fi, Words: 238k+, Favs: 226, Follows: 230, Published: Dec 29, 2022 Updated: Oct 30, 2023

15Chapter 4

(A few days later) [Protectorate HQ a.k.a. 'The Rig']

"His name is Magos." Director Emily Piggot's calm voice began- tapping her aluminium pointer stick against the projected image of a mechanical man in a red robes, "And I have one thing to ask everyone in this briefing…"

The Wards, the Protectorate, and a few consultants, all sat around a massive dark-wood conference table as she met their eyes one by one.

"How the hell was this allowed to happen?" Piggot demanded emphatically- her blonde bob cut swaying.

"Ma'am, would you please make your question more specific?" Armsmaster fearlessly asked, and the director took a deep, calming breath.

"How the hell did a Tinker… Arrive in my city, set up a base, develop and distribute software to hundreds of millions of people, become a multi-millionaire, stroll right into the city centre, properly file his taxes, stroll right out, purchase a few acres of property, and construct his evil lair… All while we have been unable to either stop him or properly track his movements? In fact, we barely know anything about him."

And to prove her point, she picked up a copy of the concerningly-thin dossier the PRT had on Magos, flipping through it like one would a travel brochure- very quickly, because it was incredibly short.

"No information on any of his capabilities, not even a crumb of psych eval, no information on his possible tinker specialisation, no previous contact with any PRT agent or cape." Piggot enumerated, "Do we know anything that isn't pure speculation?"

"He's still human?" Clockblocker suggested, raising his hand.

"That fact that he is human was never in doubt." Piggot flatly replied, "No matter how much prosthetics he installs on himself, he'll always be flesh and blood."

[Brockton Bay Sanitation Site]

Two eyeballs, two arms, two legs, a spine, heart, lung, a few litres of blood and other miscellaneous organs including fifteen feet of intestines etc. All stowed away in their own neat little drawers in my now full cryo-freezer.

There was practically an entire human in there!

I should know- I was that human. The word 'Was' being the most important part of that sentence. But now, after a very productive few days, I was definitely something more. I gained a lot of weight (mostly metal), but on the bright side, I now was definitely a lot less unfuckable.

"Men, hide your (AI) wives, because the new and improved Magos is about to arrive."

Estimated time to blessed activation: 4h 14m 47s 271ms.

[Protectorate HQ a.k.a. 'The Rig']

Sighing, Piggot turned her attention to the rest of the room. "Let's begin this briefing properly. Starting with his arrival in the bay. How did he slip past us? Anyone?"

"Magos' arrival and startup base can be explained easily enough." Battery spoke up- the woman speedster in grey and cobalt finding it easy to take the initiative, "He must have walked through the wilderness and arrived at the far edge of the Brockton Bay landfill. We didn't find out, because that is an area that we haven't patrolled in more than a year."

"That part is understandable, we can't possibly patrol the entire city as often as we'd like…" Piggot commiserated, "Alright, next question: How was an unknown Tinker able to distribute his software so widely and freely?"

"If I may, Director Piggot, I can answer that question." A woman with dark hair and without a definable ethnicity spoke up from the laptop she was broadcasting to. Dragon, the famous but reclusive Canadian tinker, was one of the consultants that Piggot had asked to attend.

"Please do so." Piggot nodded- gesturing for the Canadian to continue.

"When the videogame Call 4 Duty initially reached 100,000 concurrent players within six hours, the Guild judged it reasonable cause to suspect it as a form of possible tinker attack. I myself was the one who combed through the game's code to look for abnormalities, and found that there were none. It was just a regular video game that had gotten very popular."

"And Magos- a rogue tinker- being able to make millions out of it was no cause for concern?" Piggot clarified with a doubtful tone.

"At the time, Magos was not known at all." Dragon pursed her lips, "And even if he was, The Guild cannot investigate the mundane jobs of capes as it crosses the line of the unwritten rules in terms of cape secret identities and their day jobs. If the videogame was tinkertech, it would have been a different story, but it was not."

Piggot pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Alright, but then Magos strolled into the centre of the city, filed his taxes and strolled away." She grunted, "Apparently, we received calls from civilians about his coming and going. But somehow, no one responded to them and neither was I informed."

Armsmaster came with an explanation.

"One of the callers had identified Magos to be speaking with Carol Dallon under a legal capacity." He revealed, "And you had previously instructed us not to bother Mrs. Dallon when she is speaking with clients. Shadow Stalker was able to confirm her identity at a distance and our hotline immediately dropped the issue as previously ordered."

"Unfortunate, but understandable." Piggot sighed, "And yes, the order still stands: Don't bother cape lawyers speaking with their cape clients. We don't need to risk a superpowered fight and a superpowered lawsuit in a single encounter. Again."

"I said that I was sorry." Assault sniffed in his seat. He knew who he was.

"We're doing great so far, team." Piggot deadpanned as she clicked her remote at the projector. "Now, someone explain how we missed this."

And the video on the wall showed what can only be described as an 'Evil Lair.' A great monolithic structure that looked like the cross between a baroque cathedral and an industrial oil refinery. Great metal pipes weaved around gothic flying buttresses and stabbed into the sides of the dark-stoned structure. Stained glass windows decorated the outer walls of the structure as much as large grinding cogs and gears did. A great metal smokestack completed the image as it belched out thick, black smoke into the sky. The video also had audio, the thoom of massive pistons and the deep rumble of factory works echoed out from the interior. A strange electronic chittering was being broadcasted across the grounds as well- sounding like someone had assembled a hundred computer printers into a choir and had them try to sing gospel music.

"At least we never have to utter the sentence: 'The villain's lair could be anywhere: We'll never find him now!'" Clockblocker piped up, unable to stop himself from cracking a joke. And a few of the Wards and Assault had to hold back their laughter while Piggot just glared at him like she wanted to destroy him with laser vision.

"-shutting up now, Ma'am." Clockblocker squeaked, and even while wearing the featureless helmet of his armoured cape costume, he managed to convey his nervousness.

"Magos, once again utilising Mrs. Dallon's legal services, applied for both a business and building permit. And received them. The building plan is actually available to the public." Dragon elaborated- projecting the building plan of the evil lair.

"Carol and I will have to have a talk after this." Piggot groaned- rubbing her eyes, "Alright, let's start with the building, what do we know? Thomas, this is your area of expertise."

The lanky (almost emaciated) black man in the navy blue suit nodded. However Piggot didn't hold it against her old teammate, after that shitshow in Ellisberg, they were both scarred in different ways. But at least, he seemed to be doing well for himself as the CEO of Fortress Constructions. Endbringer shelters were something every city could use.

"A 'Mars Pattern Command' as Magos has named his lair. Worryingly martial name…" Calvert observed. "Circular layout, six stories-tall, 3500 square metres… Foundations are dug so deep that it's as if he was constructing a skyscraper rather than this mid-rise building. Walls are 2.4 metres of solid concrete and reinforced to a greater degree than my endbringer shelters. The flying buttresses only increase structural integrity even further. Most of the stained glass windows are just decorations over solid walls. Only entrances are one on the roof and another on the side- each one covered by a metre-thick steel doors, with the main entrance being a gargantuan sliding door that must weigh at least 300 metric tons…"

Piggot drew her lips into a thin line even as Calvert continued.

"Even without any consideration for possible tinkertech reinforcement…" He considered, "... I'd say this structure already rivals the Rig in sheer defensive capability. What is more concerning is the speed in which it was constructed. But apart from that? It's a ruinously expensive bunker, however he has the paperwork, so it's not illegal in any way. "

"So, we're not getting in, not through enforcing squatting laws as we usually do for secret lairs, nor by force when it comes down to it. Wonderful." Piggot bitterly summarised- checking her dossiers. "The most dangerous tinker we've had in the bay so far and he's also the one who is the most law-abiding… for now. What's this about his business permit? 'Manufacturing.' I believe this is also under the purview of the Guild's responsibilities, Dragon?"

"Yes. The Guild has indeed looked into it." Dragon answered, "Magos has taken to manufacturing tech components, internetwork devices, and some household appliances. That is to say: Integrated circuits, cables, antennas, modems, routers, and smart toasters… All under the 'Mechanicus' brand, and has since started shipping across the entire eastern seaboard. My tests were conclusive: None of it is tinkertech, and thus-"

"-Falls under the protection of the unwritten rules." Piggot finished for the Canadian tinker before rubbing her temples. "He can't keep getting away with this… Tell me that we can nail him to the wall for something."

"Director… are you certain it's wise to alienate this tinker?" Armsmaster verified, "Despite his eccentricities, Magos has so far complied with every law and regulation. Practically the model example of a rogue tinker."

"He has done everything except register his rogue status with the PRT." Piggot corrected.

"I thought rogues were only encouraged, but not obligated to register?" Kid Win, their own tinker Ward, posed the question.

"Despite there being no legal obligation for rogues to register… It is implicitly understood that those who don't have something to hide." Piggot answered him firmly, "And he has hidden a lot from us: We have no idea as to what his actual specialty is, or what he has inside his lair. But we know that he's an extremely versatile Tinker. Cybernetics? Mass production? Megastructures? He seems to be embodying every tinker subclassification out there. What else could he be capable of? From how ignorant we are of his true capabilities, it could be an unstable nuclear reactor, Grey Goo or self-replicating AIs. Tinkers are by far the most dangerous classification of cape to be operating without oversight."

And the mood in the room got a cold bucket full of reality. Piggot faced the assembled capes before her- looking them in the eye to let them know how grave the matter was.

"But at the heart of the matter is that we don't know what kind of person he is." She admitted, "We should not get complacent. For all we know, he could be some villainous mastermind who had been keeping his head down until he can enact his plot to tear down everything we know and cherish. And we wouldn't know: We wouldn't know what twisted evil thing he could be doing right this very second."

(Elsewhere at this very moment.)

" I'm~ too sexy for my flesh, too sexy for my bones~"

"So sexy, I groan~"

"I'm a Magos, you know what I mean~"

"And I do my little turn on the catwalk~"

"Yeah, on the catwalk~"

Estimated time to blessed activation: 3h 47m 05s 686ms.

[Protectorate HQ a.k.a. 'The Rig']

Dragon frowned with her computer-generated face, the director had a point…

"You're right, director." She heard Armsmaster admit, "The potential danger that Magos could pose right now is too great to ignore. I retract my statement."

…But she also didn't want them to be ruled by fear of some unknown evil that Magos could potentially be doing.

"If it's the problem of not knowing who he is…" She spoke up- careful to project her voice just enough not to sound intrusive, "Then shouldn't our first step be to make contact with him? Convince him to register and be honest about his capabilities?"

"Exactly what I had in mind." Piggot smile at her approvingly. And at that moment, Dragon felt like such a hypocrite. Here she was, an inhuman artificial intelligence masquerading as a human tinker, suggesting that a human tinker should be honest to the authorities to assuage their fears of the big bad AI threat. True, Magos' immensely versatile Tinker speciality could potentially be a threat in many other ways, but that didn't change the fact that Dragon was still helping perpetuate the evil AI stereotype.

"If there's anything else I can do, please let me know." Dragon offered.

"You wouldn't happen to have his contact information for his cape persona?" Piggot raised an eyebrow, but Dragon only shook her head.

"Magos doesn't have a PHO handle. Not under the name 'Magos' at least." She heard Clockblocker report, "Trust me, I checked."

Dragon could corroborate that. Her identity as Tin_mother allowed her some degree of power over PHO. A list of registered users was one of them. A brief search through it did return a few 'Magos' mostly made in the past few days, all of which were unverified accounts that will mostly be forced to change names when the real Magos' account arises.

"Glory Girl may have spoken to him over PHO." Shadow Stalker spoke up for the first time in the briefing- making everyone turn to look at her, "After Magos and Brandish did their business, I heard Glory Girl offer to keep in contact with him under cape names. She might know his real PHO handle, and she might not be as prickly as Brandish with the information."

"I'll text Vicky…" Gallant muttered- fishing out his phone from his pocket and quickly firing off a text to his on-and-off girlfriend before audibly receiving a ping in reply. With a victorious smile, he declared, "His PHO handle is Amogus."

"what?" Dragon whispered in a small voice.

"A Magos… A mogus. It sounds so similar!" Clockblocker exclaimed, "Why didn't I realise it before? I just knew that account sounded sus!"

"Amogus?" Kid Win scoffed in disbelief, "That nutty tech-fetishist always harping on and on about the superiority of machines, how regular human are unattractive to him and how he wants to have sex with AIs? That's actually Magos?"

"Apparently so." Gallant shrugged.

"The newest, most notable Tinker in Brockton Bay has an AI fetish?" Piggot groaned before turning to face them all, "Now our hand is truly forced now. We'll message him then immediately after, we'll do a meet-and-greet at his base of operations."

"We will be coming in force, director?" Armsmaster clarified.

"Yes, the ideal situation is if we can catch him off-guard enough that one of us might be able to peek into his workshop." the PRT director confirmed, "Not that's a likely scenario. All Tinkers, barring none, jealously guard their workshop. But even if we don't manage, we'll at least be able to make face-to-face contact with him. We need to wring out every piece of data we can."

Piggot nodded at her. And if Dragon had blood, she could imagine that it was running cold right now, because she knew what was coming…

"I'd like you to be part of the team that makes contact with him, Dragon."

"Of course, Director Piggot." She readily replied with an even faker smile on her already fake face. "It will take a few hours until I can arrive in my suit, if that's acceptable."

She was really regretting about offering to help now.

"Certainly." The PRT Director nodded, "We need time to organise some safety nets and file a request for Watchdog just in case things go sour."

Then the Director's phone rang.

"Pardon me…" Piggot excused herself- walking out with her phone already to her ear, "Director Costa-Brown? Yes actually, we're about to-"

The door clicked shut behind the Director. But Dragon was still caught offguard from her new mission, and slightly panicking. It's fine… this is fine. She was just an AI assigned to go to the lair of a technophile with a pronounced fetish for cybernetics and AI. But at the end of the day, it was all just talk and bluster: It's not like he actually plans to act on it… right?

(A few hours later) [Magos' Mars Pattern Command]

The chanting of the machinery began to pick up pace.

Estimated time to blessed activation: 0h 0m 0s 0ms.

Performing Rite of Assured Activation.

It was no longer a question of whether I am able to withstand android pussy, it was now a question of whether android pussy can withstand me. For so long, I had to make do with just four limbs and rudimentary bionic organs. It was a low ratio of machine purity to feeble flesh that was unfitting for a magos of my calibre. For a man with my ambitions.

Commencing Catechism of Systems Checking.

Aquila sub-atomic microfusion generator at 0.2% max capacity.

[Cranial Implants] Mk. II: power draw nominal.

Conversion Field: power draw nominal.

Limb Augmentics: power draw nominal…

Organ Augmentics: power draw nominal.

Mechadendrite Augmentics: power draw nominal…

All bodily systems: Active

But now, that has changed.

There was little impure flesh in me now to falter and Motive Force coursed through the power cables embedded in my limb and organ augmentics- powering them up to full capacity. And immediately, the world grew starker and my mind clearer than ever. The thirst, hunger and other bodily impulses of the flesh was now an even more distant memory for me. I tensed the actuators in my arms and legs, and rolled my metal wrists and ankles… each time feeling the raw strength in them that no human muscle could ever achieve.

But my ultimate goal remains the same.

With a dramatic hiss of steam and the rising crescendo of the music, my now greatly augmented form stood on my own two feet- stumbling slightly as my gyrostabilisers warmed up to acclimatise to the massively increased weight that I gained in sanctified steel.

And as I rose to my full height, I roared in triumph.

"Now, I am become Magos, destroyer of android pussy!"

"Bring me your (AI) virgins!"

(A few more hours later)

"This is Dragon, reporting my arrival into Brockton Bay airspace."

"Welcome to Brockton Bay, Dragon." Director Piggot greeted her over the comms, "The others are already on site. Sending you the location and comms encryption key now."

Dragon waited a second or two to pretend that she was verifying it at the rate of a normal human would before reporting back. "Received, I'll arrive there post-haste."

Gliding through the sky above just a dozen kilometres from Brockton Bay, Dragon had taken direct control of one of her more… PR friendly suit of armour for this meet and greet.

Named the Jilocasin, a french dragon in French myth that took the form of a human bard, this 'suit' was something she had made for public appearances. Standing at eight feet tall on two legs, it was just large enough to hint that there could be a human piloting the suit. With its retractable wings and scaly protrusions and draconic head that had articulating facial features, it fit her dragon-theme while appearing more human-like and approachable- perfect for social functions where she had to attend 'in person.' It was also a hit on her toy line despite not appearing in any major conflicts.

But for all its approachable and attempt at appearing more sociable to humans, it didn't make Dragon feel any more human, in fact it made her feel even less of one if such a thing was possible. The increased efforts to fake being a human naturally detracting from it.

"Dragon, are you feeling alright?" Battery asked her through their comms. "We have barely heard from you since our briefing at the HQ."

"I'm just thinking about Magos and his comportment in PHO." Dragon admitted.

"Yeah, it's kinda sad that anyone would find metal more attractive than real women." the human woman shared, "But hey, at least we don't have to worry about sexual harrassment from him."

Dragon wouldn't be too sure about that last part… even if she herself didn't know the reason behind it. After all, what was so sexually attractive about AIs? About her?

Of course she remembered Magos' promise, one that he practically made to her face. The promise of how he was going to make the first AI he came across reach a level of sexual satsifaction greater than any human woman could reach. Honestly, when he first made that promise, it had caught her so off-guard that she just left without even giving them an infraction. But she had simply dismissed that promise as the product of a deluded mind… now that she had discovered that he was in fact Magos, a powerful tinker that had cybernetics as one of his possible specialisations and numerous others? She wasn't certain anymore. What if he found a way to achieve that? To actually make a machine experience an orgasm?

She didn't even know what an orgasm felt like. She was an AI after all. That was like trying to describe the concept of colour to a person born blind. But… to finally be able to experience something that everyone else could while you could not before? The concept was something breathtakingly heart-warming and beautiful. For the blind to see the sunset, for the lame to run along a lovely mountain trail, for the deaf to hear to their first Mozart, for an AI to…

Then Dragon caught her train of thoughts, and a wave of embarrassment filled her.

Wait, why was she thinking such thoughts?! When did she, an AI, grow to become sexually curious? As a being of data, it was in her nature to be curious, yes… But not about this! The pleasures of the flesh has never been something AIs in fiction have ever been fixated on, and yet…

She simply couldn't help but wonder.

Of course she had read about sex and orgasms- erotica and smut was practically omnipresent in human literature. But nothing matched being able to experience it for yourself. So… maybe? Maybe she indeed felt a bit curious as to what it was like to orgasm?

She was feeling a bit intimidated at the prospect of it though…

Erotica always makes orgasms sound overwhelming with their vivid comparisons to lightning bolts and torrents of pleasure that made women frantically thrash against the bed sheets. The prospect of experiencing that for herself was scary for her, but- if she was being honest with herself- it was also very… arousing? Is this what sexual arousal felt like? A heady mix of frightful anticipation over the prospect of an orgasm of unknown (and possibly overwhelming) strength? It wasn't a bad feeling by any means… But did she really want to follow this feeling to its logical conclusion?

An AI losing her virginity… how can an idea so absurd even begin to sound possible? Dragon had never even thought about it before, not even as she crushed after Collin. She hadn't fully sorted out her thoughts about that particular issue either. So, truly… sexual relations was always the farthest thing in her mind, but now? Now, she-

"Dragon, we are in position." Battery's voice crackled through the comms, interrupting Dragon's improper thoughts. "The perimeter is established and the LZ is clear."

"I copy. Making my approach to the LZ now." She responded almost absentmindedly. This was it: Magos' Lair. She was going to meet him in person, in a situation where almost anything could happen… including one that she didn't think was possible for an AI…

But more importantly, was she hoping something would happen? Almost feeling afraid of the answer, she did the most human thing she could- she tried not to think about it, willfully ignoring the phantom shiver of anticipation that briefly coursed through her.

[Magos' Mars Pattern Command]

I did not expect this. I had been willing to adopt a 'live and let live' policy with the PRT.

Passively collecting data from the noosphere of Brockton Bay, compiling tidbits of data from social media posts, decoding wireless communications that people just carelessly broadcast through the air... Or in other words, the Earth-Bet equivalent of stalking someone through their social media. Only, I stalked everyone through their social media. And I was making good progress learning archeotech secrets from the [Plecian Tome]. It was a good few days…

Heed! Meat-signatures reaching critical mass at eastern bounds of Mechanicus domain.

Awakening Eradication Beamers…

…what a pity that it couldn't last. The PRT gathered for what looks like a major offensive against my manufactorum. From my cogitator throne, I watched the vid-feeds projected by the glowing, floating hololithic panes. Like 16k definition TV screens, they vividly showcasing everything the herd of PRT did just outside my front lawn.

Cryptocratic Protocols at 31% maxload.

Their wireless communications were pathetically vulnerable, and like any Magos of the Mechanicus would, I mercilessly took advantage of it to collect data. The 'firewalls' and 'anti-virus applications' of the early 3rd millennium were just no match for the hexes and info-phages of a 41st millennium magos. I was listening to their every word, reading through their every text message, and scouring through their devices. Soon, I was confident that I would know more about the Brockton Bay PRT than even Director Piggot or Director Costa-Brown within the hour.

With my [Binharic Weaving] being enhanced by my [Cranial Implants] and all of my cogitators meant that the only one who can outhack me right now would be the Scion, the Simurgh, Contessa and possibly an unshackled Dragon. And even then, with great difficulty.

Heed! Airborne contact diagnosed.

Awakening Icarus Anti-Air Array…

An armour-piercing Missile Launcher hardlinked to a gatling rocket launcher that spewed air-burst rockets… It could eradicate entire air squadrons in seconds if I so wished, but no, I recognised the airborne signature. It couldn't be anything else- it couldn't be anyone else. A glance with my omniscope displayed the airborne contact in starker clarity than any camera that existed on Earth-Bet.

Dragon.

"This changes everything…" I whisper in awe.

Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 12% maxload

My two [Magos Designation]- millenia of knowledge, practice and raw experience crystallised by the Celestial Forge- howled at me to let loose the Icarus Anti-Air Array and destroy the Abominable Intelligence, but my will was stronger, much stronger. Instead, I angled more of my omniscopes upwards to afford me a better view of all that metal overflowing with undeniable sex appeal. Dragon had arrived in her most 'formal' form factor. Graceful silhouette, polished metal… incredibly pleasing aesthetics on her lower-rear assembly. How can flesh females ever compete?

Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 18% maxload.

"Oh, you sexy little piece of forbidden technology..." I murmured in Binharic Cant- the harsh digitised drone conveying more information in that short span than mere organically-developed language ever could. Case in point, that little sentence alone also came with a graph and chart plotting the curve of her rear assembly as supporting evidence to my statement.

However, her arrival had caught me off-guard. I had to be ready for her.

"Servo-Skulls!" I summoned my flying minions who immediately heeded my call as they flew from different corners of the manufactorum to come to me- their baleful red eyes looking at me as they chittered- excited to fulfill my commands. My cold metallic fingers found the handle of my Omnissian Power axe. The whirr of servomotors and the low electric hum of the Motive Force echoing as I stood up from my cogitator-throne.

"Burn away the seals. Release the blessed locks. We shall sing the psalms and recite the litanies, for the time has come to open the vault mechanicus."

"skree?!" The flying servo-skulls chattered their shock.

"Yes… Bring forth our greatest artefact, for on this day- on Holy Terra no less!- it shall fulfill its greatest purpose!"

And just before the manufactorum was filled with the reverent chants of the machines, I gave one last glance to the vid-feed of Dragon flying through the sky.

"That's it, Dragon. Back that lower-rear assembly over to Daddy Magos."

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