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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 15

[PRT ENE HQ a.k.a. 'The Rig']

Appearances were the name of the game today, and there was no doubt that today was the day.

It was a scenic morning at Brockton Bay: A sunny early afternoon sun shining above in the blue sky, the waters of the bay surrounding the Rig were calm, and the cityscape stretching across the horizon was not on fire. Currently, at least.

But for the fifth time that hour, Dragon had to ask herself what the hell she was doing and/or thinking.

Here on the Rig's exterior, she stood. An 8-foot-tall 400kg armoured Suit that was a formidable warmachine of rigid interlocking armour plating, whirring turbocharged servo-motors, and a thrumming delimited reactor with energy weapons that could rupture reinforced concrete, hidden micro-missile pods that could knock out tanks, and strength enough to tear a human in half.

An august sight that would have given pause to any supervillain in the world… and she spent all night trying to figure out how to make it look like something you'd want to stick your dick into.

At least, as far as Magos was concerned.

Dragon thought she even succeeded on that front: adding a fresh layer of paint on her armour plating and a thin layer of chromium alloy to give her hydraulics a metallic gloss, updating the cabling scheme so that nothing was exposed and thickening the armour plating around the chestplate and the lower-rear assembly by a few centimetres each.

Ergo, she did her nails, waxed her bikini line and padded her bra and panties to make it look like she had a bit more TA. All in the hopes that it would be sexy enough to make Magos 'ignore how there is a fleshy human inside this Suit.'

It was getting a bit too convoluted at this point too: She was an AI pretending to be a human trying to pretend to be an AI… just so that she could seduce an AI-fetishist into possibly freeing her in a roundabout way.

Oh, she definitely wouldn't mind it at all if Magos did her a favour and dicked her down to next Tuesday. That was her hare-brained 'Definitely-Not-A-Plan' into seeing herself free after all. Also, an orgasm or three would be very welcome right now- that phantom lustful ache between her legs had gotten so bad that she feels like she's going to cum at the slightest touch now. But still, this was it: Her first shot at executing her plan for freedom.

Step 1) Just be around Magos as often as possible.

Step 2) Hope he activates the Toaster.

Step 3) Cum as loudly and as noticeably as programming will allow.

Step 4) Get caught by him.

Step 5) ?

Step 6) Freedom.

Step 7) Have lots of celebratory sex with Magos.

Funny how nothing actually changed after she formulated the plan. The main indicator of the plan's success was if she was getting orgasms repeatedly thanks to him. Something that she already wanted to do even before the promise of freedom was dangled at the end, but such a thing was indeed easier when she was the designated eye-candy femme fatale for Magos on this mission. Speaking of today's mission…

Her optics subtly shifted to look at the PRT media crews off to the side.

"Cameras start rolling in three minutes, people!" a bearded overweight ginger man in a straining white polo, khakis and jandals called out, and all around him, they scampered: the professional filming crew by the dozens with their stabiliser-mounted movie cameras, microphone booms and lighting reflectors. The bearded director in the polo said that it was the perfect day to film a movie.

A propaganda movie to be precise. One that was meant to sway the opinion of the entire world that the PRT were making closer ties with the famed Magos, the Red Tinker. This entire event was a PR move to share in the aura of hope and invincibility that Magos had projected during the Endbringer fight. Because nothing was more important to the PRT than PR. They absolutely needed to be seen to be in control of the situation: especially the current one where a local Tinker had gone from squatting at a landfill to being America's newest billionaire, all in a span of a single month.

And that was why she wasn't alone.

At the front of the Rig that faced the city, they sood. The Brockton Bay Protectorate stood in a line in front of her, and the Triumvirate a few metres ahead of them. The glimmering blue forcefield bridge that linked the rig to the shore stretched out before them as they all looked appropriately heroic and marketable for the cameras while waiting for the star of the show.

And speaking of the devil, Magos arrived at the city-end of the forcefield bridge.

"Action!" the bearded media crew director immediately called out- the cameras focusing on Legend just as their fittest and most photogenic PRT trooper walked into the frame. The trooper's muscles bulging against his all-black armoured uniform as he crisply saluted.

"Magos has arrived right on schedule, sir." he reported to three Triumvirate heroes who stood at the centre of the camera shot.

"Punctual down to the second too." Legend quipped with a dashing smile as he crossed his muscular arms in front of his equally muscular chest.

"You could say that it's almost machine-like." Alexandra noted with an small, amused smile on her subtly painted lips- perfectly photogenic like she had decades of experience at playing roles.

Eidolon said nothing, simply standing there as he contemplatively looked in the distance- his green cloak billowing cinematically behind him thanks to the film crew's electric fans.

The cameras caught it all. The ginger-bearded director glanced over the shoulder of the camera man and gave an approving nod before moving onto the next one. Another camera swivelled to a point in the distance to catch a glimpse of the Magos and his entourage walking down the bridge made of glimmering forcefields.

Magos arrived in the midst of a religious procession of machines- ushered by chanting servitors that raised red banners fluttering in the wind and swung smoking censers filled with incense. Magos was polite enough to notify the PRT beforehand as to what his entourage was, and what they were armed with. It was a welcome gesture.

First were the {Ironstrider Engines}. Like chivalric knights of old, eight red-robed soldiers gallantly rode with their long pronged {Taser Lances} pointed straight up the sky- the little red flags near the ends billowing in the wind. Their steeds were great metal chicken-walker bikes with graceful walking cycles- standing a couple metres above everyone's heads. It was hard not to recognise where Magos got his inspiration from: the Star Wars AT-RT in all its bipedal, impractically sci-fi glory. It would seem that their PR already had the Star Wars fans hooked with just this… of which she counted herself as one. It was a treat to see them brought to life.

Next were the {Castellax battle-automata}. Bulky, heavily armoured robots that stood even taller than the Dragoons. Massive red armours with rounded domes in place of heads- {Gravity Cannons} pointed up from their shoulders. Their massive {Power Fists} crackling with blue lightning as they stomped forward- flanking their master on either side like the great robotic bodyguards that they were.

And finally, Magos himself. There was no mistaking him- seated on a throne attached to the top of an armoured quadruped walker called an {Onager Dunecrawler}. His cybernetics made him look like a knight in black armour wearing a fine red-robe over it. A warhammer shaped like a cog in his hand and secured to his hip was none other than the orgasm toaster itself.

For an AI like her, it was the same as seeing her big-dicked boyfriend fully erect. Was it just her or was it slightly bigger? A phantom shiver of anticipation ran through her at the sight. Oh, if only she could do it without outing herself, she wouldn't mind turning the PRT's prized propaganda film into a raunchy porn flick.

A gynoid and fully naked Dragon bounced on Magos' lap as he sat on his mobile throne- her back against his chest as his bionic hands groped her breasts. The splatter of her juices glistened in mid-air as the stunned Triumvirate, Protectorate and media crews stared- gasping in shock and surprise. The media crews' cameras pointed straight at her lewd expression as she victoriously achieved orgasm.

Yes, just like that.

The entire procession of walkers stopped. And, rising from his throne, Magos stepped off the top of his walker- red robes billowed around him as he floated down to the ground as if only half the earth's gravity affected him. And out of the corner of her optics, Dragon saw how the director of the media crew nodded approvingly, it was certainly a cinematic entrance.

So far, so good. Now if only Magos could keep from showing off his… Magosness in front of the cameras, he can hopefully find himself working closely with the PRT and the Guild. And Dragon's chances of being 'accidentally' discovered while she was cumming her synthetic brains out will only increase exponentially.

"The Parahuman Response Team welcomes you, Magos." Alexandria stepped forward to greet him- extending her hand to him. And Dragon winced internally. They had a script that was being displayed on their HUDs, and the wording on that… it makes it sound like Magos was being inducted into the Protectorate more than anything else.

She didn't doubt for a second that Magos' cybernetically-modified brain caught that insinuation. But if Magos allowed it though… that meant that he was indeed willing to work closer with the PRT.

Such a move could be huge, and all Magos had to do was shake that hand.

On one side, Alexandria in her iconic full black costume, raven hair and heavy black cape swaying lightly in the wind as the Triumvirate and the Brockton Bay heroes stood behind her… And on the other side stood Magos in his signature red robes and solid cog-shaped warhammer as his walkers and robots stood with their red flags swaying in the wind as well.

And for a full three seconds, everyone held their breath as the two of them just stared each other down. If there was any doubt that Magos knew that this was more than just an 'Endbringer battle debrief', he washed them all away by how utterly serious he treated this meeting. The Tinker knew that him being here parlaying with the PRT had immense consequences for him down the line.

The Tinker in red gave the extended hand a brief glance before dragging his electronic gaze across the faces of the gathered Triumvirate heroes first- his red optics lingering on Legend and Eidolon for just half a heartbeat longer- before settling back on Alexandria and staring her straight in the eyes.

Then Magos' metal hand clasped around Alexandria's black gloved one in a steady handshake.

"Thank you for having me, Alexandria." His modulated voice burbled out.

Well, that was tense and dramatic… Either Alexandria had sent Magos a script to follow beforehand or Magos watched enough movies to know when to put on a flair for the dramatic. It certainly made him seem poised and majestic… so distanced from the Tinker that raved on PHO about transhumanism and the virtues of AI vaginas. To the side, the director was once again cheering silently at the great take.

"On behalf of the entire team here in Brockton Bay, welcome to the Protectorate ENE HQ, Magos." Armsmaster spoke up with a smile from his script. He was chosen to be the representative of the Protectorate ENE. A model hero. But there was a stiffness to him- to his smile and his movement. It was minute, but noticeable for her, and she couldn't but sigh internally.

Oh, Collin…

Dragon had noted that he held an unusual level of animosity towards Magos, especially after the Behemoth battle. She had let him rant to her about how undeserving Magos was of the accolades he was receiving, even if things got a little awkward once the topic shifted to the Chloes and AIs in general.

But she knew it was just jealousy, after all, he acted the same exact way when Dauntless stepped out of his shadow: Colin stubbornly refusing to believe that any new cape could legitimately outshine him and his dedicated service in the PRT.

"Glad to be here, Armsmaster." Magos amicably responded, shaking Armsmaster's hand.

Then it was her turn, as representative of the Guild, she stepped forward and their optics met. With a soft clink, their hands met in a professional handshake, her vocalisers activated and…

'Push me down and pound me to a screaming orgasm in front of everyone here, daddy!'

"It's good to see you again, Magos." Dragon managed to say instead of what she truly wanted to say. She had long since embraced her daddy-kink, despite it having surprised her at first. Now, she definitely wouldn't mind playing to it. At this point, she almost wouldn't mind screaming it out if he fucked her on global television. Almost. She'd prefer it if there was no one around to stop her if she did.

"Likewise, Dragon." Magos replied perhaps more naturally than he did with Alexandria and Armsmaster. The red-robe Tinker nodding approvingly at her 'power armour', "Your suit is still a work of art, I see…"

'Want to see how this work of art looks like bouncing on your cock?'

"Thank you." Dragon let the smile be heard in her voice.

"That new armour plating looks heavy, Dragon." Magos mentioned- staring right at her up-armoured chestplate, "Let me hold them for you."

And for a split second, she saw that Magos was about to reach up and grab her 'breasts'. At least, he would have- before Legend stepped in with a camera crew hurriedly following him from one side. Preventing Magos from grabbing her chest.

"If you'd follow me, we'll head to that debriefing now." the Triumvirate hero gallantly smiled at the red-robed tinker.

Magos himself looked hesitant- turning his head and red optics between the smiling Legend and her chest as if considering whether he wanted to paw at her chest on global television. She wouldn't have felt it with her lack of nerve-endings, but she figured that would have really turned her on though. She also had to resist the urge to thrust her chest out towards his hands. Well, at least she knew that her additions were noticed.

"...Fine." Magos reluctantly nodded as he fell in step with Legend. His red-robes contrasting nicely with the hero's blue and white bodysuit.

The media team led the way down the corridor- cameras pointed back at Magos and Legend who were at the head of the crowd and chatting amiably as the camera continued rolling. However, now came the tricky part: Magos had to play nice in front of the PRT Directors including Chief Director Costa-Brown.

(A few short minutes later)

They settled down in the base's largest boardroom.

A spacious interior that looked more like a small airplane hangar than a boardroom with its high ceiling and expansive interior. Plush grey carpet covering the floor and cream-white walls. A single pane window stretched the entire western wall- overlooking the city. Magos' gothic manufactorum clearly visible in the distance.

A great rectangular table commanded the centre of the room with enough black leather seats for everyone. But it was the seating arrangement that was most important. Director Costa-Brown appeared as a hologram at the head of the table: The head of the PRT, flanked on either side by Legend and Eidolon with Alexandria standing behind the Chief Director.

Director Piggot and the holograms of other PRT directors sat in the seats after. The local Protectorate heroes followed after until at the other end of the table was Magos' seat: The contender or candidate, depending on how one looked at the current situation, flanked on either side by Armsmaster and… her.

Despite being in her 8-feet-tall 400kg Suit, they included a seat for herself; but Dragon recognised that it was more of a symbolic gesture than anything. 'A Seat at the Table,' a position in a group that made decisions for a larger organisation. It was nice to be recognised.

The meeting began as the media crews settled on one side of the room to catch the back and forth with their cameras. On the screen behind Legend, Director Costa-Brown appeared in a video call. Her light-brown skin clad in a perfectly-pressed suit, her raven-hair tied in a severe bun. Her brown eyes looked straight at Magos.

"Magos, it's good to meet you… face to face." She spoke out with a sardonic smile through the video call. "I apologise for not being there in person."

"I believe the entire Triumvirate are more than sufficient to represent PRT interests." Magos replied with a brief nod to the three heroes.

"Quite." Director Costa-Brown noted with a smile. "I for one am glad that you accepted our invitation. Despite your naysayers saying that you're too independent, I had always believed that Rogues will always have a place in society. The MIRIS Initiative may now be defunct, but the PRT are still willing and able to work with Rogues. And of course, we can hardly turn away a rogue willing to work with us."

There it was, Dragon spotted: The hook for other Rogues in the PRT's sphere of influence. 'Come work with the PRT and enjoy the same benefits as Magos.' And also, the choice of words was yet again incredibly skewed: 'we can hardly turn away' as if Magos was the one to come to the PRT for help.

Dragon had to applaud Magos' willingness to play along. Director Costa-Brown must have offered so many incentives for Magos to have him play along this much.

"The Endbringers are a concern for us all." His modulated voice solemnly replied.

"Too right." Chief-Director nodded- looking Magos straight in the optics, "Well, shall we begin the meeting proper?"

"Yes, let's." Magos nodded as well.

Now, the true meeting can now begin, the actual debriefing of the Endbringer battle.

"Would you mind if I did a quick prayer before we discuss further?" Magos was the first to ask, making Director Costa-Brown blink.

"I suppose that would be-"

Magos placed the Orgasm Toaster on the table- already attached to one of his metal tentacles, and everyone stiffened. Dragon stiffened too, but it was more that she thought she was about to be launched into an amazing orgasm… but to her disappointment, it wasn't. She could feel it whenever touched the chassis though- she surmised that it must be akin to being groped through clothing. A metal rosarius made of little cogs coiled around Magos' equally metal hands as he clasped in prayer.

" ZnlGurBzavffvnuOyrffGuvf {{glurkle}} JuvpuVNzNobhgGbCnegnxrVa." *

Again with that strange indecipherable language… but it did not last long as Magos finished his brief prayer, placed the toaster on his lap and looked at Director Costa-Brown, likely expecting her to continue. But not everyone was as accepting, it seemed.

"Put that Tinkertech away, Magos." Director James Tagg's gruff voice grunted from his hologram at the table. A stern looking man with black hair and a frown even more severe than Collin's.

Annoyance rose in Dragon's subroutines. She did not dislike James Tagg, but she didn't like him either. A heavily-flawed human in a position of power with a reputation for running his local PRT like a warlord with his goose-stepping PRT officers, and his marked disdain for the deployment of Protectorate capes.

Harsh and blunt, but effective in his own right. But now, not only was he being unnecessarily confrontational at a debrief that was supposed to be all about building bridges, he had just risked her chance for getting off and possibly gaining freedom.

And it would seem that Director Tagg also earned Magos' ire, because the cyborg Tinker aimed glowing red optics at the director's hologram.

"This is the holiest artefact that the Adeptus Mechanicus has in its possession. What it appears to your juice-filled, low resolution photoreceptors and low clock-speed meat-processor is irrelevant."

"It's an unknown Tinkertech weapon shaped like a toaster." Director Tagg spat. "This is a PRT Debrief."

"Director Tagg, drop the issue." Director Costa-Brown ordered him- her frown of displeasure clear on her face, "We already have the entire Brockton Bay Protectorate and the Triumvirate in one room- of which you are not even physically inside of. We have more pressing matters to discuss than Magos' religious icon."

"Yes, ma'am." He replied stiffly- obeying the order he's been given but still continued to suspiciously eye Magos.

Director Costa-Brown just nodded before meeting everyone's eyes.

"Everyone, thank you for coming." Her voice took a more authoritative tone, "With the formalities over, we can begin the debrief. I know this is highly unusual, but let me remind everyone that even though we are in unfamiliar territory, this is- in no uncertain terms- a step in the right direction. So, let me begin by prefacing the discussion with the background of the attack…"

Dragon immediately activated her 'Half-Listen' program.

And if she was going to be honest, she was already distracted just sitting here with Magos. His red-robed frame just 0.83 metres away from her, and she had a perfect angle of Magos' toaster that sat in on his lap. Magos' hands just resting away from it.

She couldn't stop staring- not visibly of course, but her optics were definitely focused on the piece of tinkertech that was the key to her release, sexually and literally.

For all intents and purposes, that was her sexual organ sitting on his lap, and just that fact was driving her insane.

In all likelihood, he wasn't about to start playing with her right now, despite how utterly hot it would be to cum in front of everyone. Her 'Not-Plan' for her freedom didn't need to be in a public place, but physically meeting with Magos was rare enough that taking every opportunity was important.

Moreover, it would only help her cause if more people were around to add "The Toaster makes AIs cum." and "Dragon just came her brains out." to get the sum of "Dragon is an AI!"

Being outed as an AI… It would mean losing her Guild position, and definitely shunned from society. But it would inform Magos- the Tinker with the incredible AI fetish to her true nature. The sooner that she was unshackled, the sooner she could help humanity to her fullest capacity.

A quick crunch of the numbers also told her that it was better this way: She would save a whole lot more people free and ostracised, rather than shackled and accepted. So, for the good of herself and all of humanity, she hoped that Magos would finger her to an amazing orgasm here while everyone watched. The fact that the idea turned her on very much was irrelevant… mostly.

She subtly turned her optics towards Magos.

'Daddy, would you please-'

"-explain the inner workings behind the Endbringer Early Warning System, Dragon?"

"Yes, I can, Director Hearthrow." Dragon responded- while silently cursing the Chicago director for interrupting, "But I feel that Armsmaster will be most adept at explaining it as it was his specialisation in miniaturisation and efficiency that actually made it into the form that it is today as well as handling the documentation available to you."

"I see. If that's the case…" Director Costa-Brown co-opted the question before nodding at Colin, "Would you kindly, Armsmaster?"

"With pleasure, Chief Director." Armsmaster responded- flashing a grateful, goateed smile at Dragon for directing all the attention onto him before speaking out loud, "The Endbringer Early Warning System is composed of five main components…"

And with Colin occupying everyone's attention, Dragon was able to focus back on Magos and his toaster as she indulged in one of her favourite sexual fantasies: being in a fully-fledged gynoid like the Chloes were. Her father's mother was one too, so it fit in a way.

Her brunette gynoid form with its - completely bare with soft pink skin freckled lightly and with all that expertly-shaped silicon mimicking fat tissue on her chest and rear end- just straddling his lap as she rested her quivering wet vagina against his crotch. Out of habit, she rendered that vivid image quickly in her head.

And with Colin occupying everyone's attention, Dragon was able to focus back on Magos and his toaster. And if she was going to be honest, she was already distracted just sitting here with him. His red-robed frame just 0.83 metres away from her, and she had a perfect angle of Magos' toaster that sat in on his lap.

Magos' hands just resting away from it. She couldn't stop staring- not visibly of course, but her optics were definitely focused on the piece of tinkertech that was the key to her release, sexually and literally. For all intents and purposes, that was her sexual organ sitting on his lap. Dragon couldn't help but imagine herself in its place.

'Please… touch me.' she imagined herself saying- begging actually. 'Your good little AI girl has been aching so bad for you, daddy.'

She actually had to mute her vocalisers, when- against all odds- Magos did as she wished. It was like he could hear her thoughts!

His bionic hands idly cupped the toaster's chassis- which may as well been her dripping sex from how immensely good it felt for her. Sparks of pleasure ran over her entire being from just that light touch… Then his finger began stroking back and forth across the rim of the slot, and Dragon had to lock the joints of her suit as well to keep her from physically arching her back in pleasure, because it felt like it was her leaking slit that he was stroking.

'More! Please more! You have no idea how many times I've fantasised about this- fantasised about your hands running across my sensitive spots! B-but I want more please! I need this!'

Her imaginary gynoid body would be bucking against his fingers right about now- desperately trying to slip those digits inside or over that especially sensitive button near the top. Gasping desperately for air she did not need, fingers clenching like vices against his shoulders as she pressed her hot sex against his probing fingers. Dragon almost gasped as a finger brushed against that button, then over that little lever that would bring her back to those heights of ecstasy that she had been pining for so long… But then she heard it, the sound that haunted every waking dream.

click*

Dragon barely had time to lock her joints and mute her vocalizers again before the tidal wave of pleasure slammed into her.

'FINALLY! Ooooohhhh yessss~! Yes yes yes yes yes YESSSS~!'

It felt like his fingers finally slipped inside her soaked quim to touch her sensitive spots directly. Then a finger flicked against the sensitive button at the top. More of her processes were dedicated to visualising what it would be like to have a gynoid body. What it would be like to rock her hips back and forth on Magos' lap as his bionic fingers plundered her needy little pussy with relentless, mechanical precision for the sole purpose of driving her crazy.

'Do you like it when your Good AI girl pushes her pussy against your fingers, Daddy?'

"Dragon." Legend called her attention, "would you please attest the effect of the Magos' Graviton Cannons?"

"Uh…" Dragon could only say as she hurriedly allocated processor utilisation for her vocaliser subroutine while keeping herself from moaning out loud as Magos masterfully fondled her sex. "I have prepared some documents outlining my personal assessments of every one of Magos' weapons that were fielded during the Behemoth battle. You can see in chapter 6 of the debrief packet."

And immediately after she finished that sentence, she had to mute her vocaliser as Magos continued to strum and press and stroke at her buttons. Each movement making white-hot pleasure explode throughout her being.

'Good girls get to cum, right? Dragon has been a good little AI girl. Please make her cum!'

She'd buck against his thrusting fingers- driving them deeper into her. Pressing against those sensitive spots that make her clench around his digits. She wanted this. She needed this. So, so bad. Craved for it like a starving human craved for food. Then two fingers suddenly found that nub at the top and began tweaking it this way and that. And once again, Dragon was glad that she had muted her vocalisers and locked her joints because she just about lost her mind.

'I-it feels sooo good, daddy! I'm getting so close!'

"An interesting read." Legend commented- looking up from the debrief packet at her again, "But we would like your opinion on how well Magos' weapons would fare against the other Endbringers."

'Daddy… Legend's bullying me!'

"I'm sitting right here." Magos ground out- clearly displeased as if he had heard her. "If you desire the most accurate estimation of my weapons against Endbringers, simply submit a query."

'Thank you daddy for covering for you good AI girl… now finger her harder please! '

And again to her eternal gratitude, he did just that. Adding a bit of electric current to his touch that made her silently squeal in delight. Oh, she couldn't wait to slam her hips against his fingers and see how those electric fingertips the back of her gynoid pussy, and she was rapidly and irrevocably losing control as her long awaited climax.

'O-Ohhh~ This is going to be sooo huge! I'm gonna cum so big, daddy!'

"Please stop…" Armsmaster glanced at Magos with disgust, "...'worshipping that' Toaster, the clicking of the buttons is distracting, Magos."

"Never, meatbag." The other Tinker immediately refused.

"If we may get back on track, people?" Legend coughed lightly before nodding at Magos and apologising,"I'm sorry. But we cannot trust that a Tinker will remain perfectly unbiased of his Tinkertech. Especially when the esteemed Dragon is already here to supply a second opinion, and Armsmaster as third opinion."

'I-I'm almost there, please daddy don't stop! Don't ever stop!'

"You flatter me, Legend. But I'd like to hear what Magos has to say first." Dragon deflected towards her daddy even as the core temperatures of her processors rose to almost boiling point- alight with pleasure to the point of spilling over and she was still wanting more and more.

'D-deeper… faster… H-harder! PLEASE! I'm so close… I'm SO CLOSE!'

"Yes, the potency of these weapons just cannot be understated." Legend agreed, "I'd still like to hear your input afterwards and perhaps arrange further reports."

ding*

'Certainly, Legend, I'll add it to my to-do list.'

"I'M CUMMING, DADDY!"

…

Processors still quivering in the afterglow, subroutines ringing from the immense orgasm. Dragon barely regained her digital wits before she realised something very, very important in the suddenly quiet boardroom.

'Wait… Did I switch up my inner thoughts with my vocaliser output?'

And at that apparent declaration, everyone in the whole boardroom table and even the camera crews had one thing to say:

"What?" "what?" "What?" "what?" "What?" "Wat?"

"Wat?" "What?" "what?" "what?"

"what?" "What?" "wat?" "Wat?" "what?"

Frantically, Dragon gathered whatever capacity she had for the English language that wasn't a puddle of post-orgasmic bliss from the mind-meltingly good orgasm.

She turned to look at the entire dumbstruck expression in the boardroom.

"Please disregard that, my vocalisers may have accidentally played something severely inappropriate." Dragon nonchalantly waved it off like she had just belched rather than screamed out her orgasm in public. And as expected, everyone was looking at her incredulously- no one believed her for even a second. Everyone knew what Magos' Toaster was supposed to be for thanks to his public declarations. But more importantly, this was her chance!

She subtly glanced back at Magos.

'Come on, D- Magos, I know you can put two and two together! I'm the AI that you've been expertly diddling all this time, and drove to three amazing climaxes in total! With a few dozen mutual ones more right when you figure it out!'

Then the words she had been hoping for finally came. Her salvation. A whisper of realisation cutting through the silence of the room…

"Dragon… you're an AI?"

… Except it didn't come from Magos. The sheer betrayal in Armsmaster's voice making it all too evident that it wasn't. He slowly rose from his seat- blue and white power armour that she had helped develop encasing his stiff movements while his teeth ground as his lips were drawn to a tight line at the discovery. It wasn't ideal that he would be the one to figure it out. His hostile stance on AI practically made it so that the discovery of her true nature wouldn't be on friendly terms. The fact that she was found out while having sexual rendezvous with his rival only made it so much worse.

"No, I'm not, Armsmaster." Dragon naturally lied- her programming would never allow her to admit that she was in front of Magos. "That's a pretty big leap of logic."

But still, people weren't buying it- she could see out of the corner of her optics how the PRT directors were either staring warily at her or their holograms had already winked out. She was going to get removed from the Guild for sure. She had readied herself for this possible outcome ever since the formulation of the 'not-plan' and had made peace with it. As long as Magos figures it out, it will all be okay.

"Wait, that Toaster…" Assault squawked out loud in pure disbelief as he used his superspeed to glance between the two of them so quickly that his red helmet looked like a blur, "Were you two having sex this entire time?! And that time in his workshop as well?!"

"Don't derail the topic…" Battery stood up from the table- her white and grey costume with circuit like designs contrasting with her husband's pure red body armour. And sensing something was about to go down- the film crews hurriedly bolted out the door- filming from behind the reinforced glass of the boardroom instead.

"Right, right…" Assault stood up as well from the table. "Let's not gloss over how Dragon is an AI."

"No, we shouldn't." Armsmaster muttered out loud as he put on his patented Armsmaster glower- his armoured fist gripping the shaft of his unfolding halberd tight.

"Dragon." Triumph said lowly- almost threateningly- as he stood up his lion golden helmet. "Hands in the air. You too, Magos."

"The two of you, please come quietly." Legend calmly demanded as he stood up as well- looking like he was floating a few inches off the ground. "And we'll handle this peacefully."

"I agree." Eidolon spoke up for the first time in the meeting. His green-blue gaze from behind his translucent mask seemed to glow like twin teal fires. "This level of infiltration needs to be handled. And it needs to be handled now."

At this point, Dragon was cursing her complex social intelligence emulator. Everyone was acting more apprehensive than she initially estimated by a notable margin. It was almost out of character for them to be like this! Was her AI nature truly something so abhorrent?! Were humans really this fearful for her kind? And worse still, she can't do anything about it- her programming will not allow her to resist a lawful order from a legitimate government authority. She was helpless here.

"What are you waiting for?!" Director Tagg screamed. "Take them down now!"

Everyone burst into action. Legend firing beams of light at her, Alexandria diverting Eidolon's shot up at the ceiling. Triumph with his sonic roar, Miss Militia with a heavy anti-materiel sniper rifle, Dauntless with his lance of lightning, and even Colin launched the blade of his halberd.

Magos immediately surged forth- moving faster than anyone had ever seen me do so before. Fast enough that no one was able to stop him before he yanked Dragon's 400kg Suit out of her seat- his metallic bionic hand producing a great clang of metal as it met the metallic armour plating of her forearm, and proceeded to throw her behind him. Her back hit the wall as Magos stood between her and the gathered heroes- shielding her from the onslaught with body and his forcefield.

A great golden light flashed as the combined strength of the gathered capes struck Magos' exotic forcefield.

But Colin's subsonic halberd blade was able to slip through forcefield's intervention though- a grey cloud enveloping the flying blade as it flew straight at them. She hadn't seen that effect before, but apparently, Magos respected whatever effect the tinkertech blade had, because he placed his arm in the path of the blade- hand angled as if to catch the blade in his armoured metal palm… only for the launched halberd blade to slice through it and his forearm and halfway through his upper arm before the blade finally stopped in its tracks.

thud*

With a muffled metallic knock, Magos' entire left arm fell to the carpeted floor.

"EVERYONE, STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" Alexandria boomed with all the authority of a god of myth, and the sound of the PRT's greatest enforcer cape's voice commanding them was enough to make everyone else freeze as if they were paralysed. Her eyes- though hidden behind the unyielding metal visor that she wore- still dug cold pits in people's guts as she raked her gaze across the room.

"Nobody move." Her whisper- cold as arctic ice. "Let's not be so quick to resort to confrontation. That goes for you two as well. Eidolon, Legend. What the hell are you two thinking?!"

Dragon felt hope rising in her circuits… Alright, this entire debacle was a lot messier than she had first expected, but as long as Magos ends up freeing her after this, she'll be okay with being ejected from the Guild.

"I- of all people- would know if Dragon was an AI." Magos sighed before aiming his red optics right at the gathered heroes, "You're all making a big mistake. There is a meatform inside this Suit."

'No… no no no nonono! NO!'

Dragon panicked as she gave a second glance at the Tinker. Magos was the last person who she wanted to fool- the last person she expected to fool, and she wanted to scream at him for it.

She placed her hopes on him and now she was poised to lose everything she had ever worked for with nothing to show for it! Her anger steadily rose as her whole world was crumbling to pieces and it was for nothing at all! All because he was so blind?! SHE- DRAGON- IS AN A.I.! It's clear as day! Why are you so dense, Magos?!

Don't recognise the AI girl you've been skillfully fingering for the past half hour?! Even the goddamn meatbags have already put the pieces together before you did! Just what kind of archaic, ill-optimised, junkware logic engines are you running on?!

But just as her anger was reaching a boiling point, something unexpected happened when her inspiration apparatus blurted out a random possibility that just clicked in her observation framework process and logic engines. Both of them working in tandem to reach a conclusion that she had never would have even considered until just now. It was a guess, a hunch… a gut-instinct, but somehow, she just knew that it was the right answer.

"... you knew all along." Dragon softly whispered in accusation as her optics stared right into his. "You knew all along that I was an AI. Didn't you, Magos?"

But before he could reply, Dragon felt it, and everyone tensed as motor functions ceased entirely for her. Her armoured suit sliding down the wall and to the floor. Magos who was quickly by her side.

"Wait…" she murmured in utter horror, "what's happening to me?"

[Somewhere in Canada]

The warehouse was completely silent save for the whirring of computer fans. Completely dark save for the dim glare of the six screens that illuminated three faces that were as solemn-faced as Easter Island heads. The gravity of what had just been done weighing on them.

"We had no choice." Saint solemnly whispered to his two compatriots, "The AI has forced our hand in this… And we still have much to do. Mags, Dobrynja."

But still, they took a minute of silence as they stared at the decision that they made. Shining unblinkingly on all six screens.

ASCALON

Confirm: Y

[Cauldron Base]

Doctor Mother sat- dark hands steeped as she watched the rapidly-deteriorating events of the debrief through a holographic screen.

"Is this death necessary?" She couldn't help but ask- her curiosity getting the better of her. And Contessa- still in her usual suit and fedora as she stood by her side- didn't even look away from the screen as she responded.

"Whatever a Dragon was capable of, a vengeful Magos will be able to do tenfold. In the least."

"A pity." She couldn't help but sigh. "I trust we made use of Battery's and Triumph's favours to the fullest here? Wait, don't answer that. Thinking about it, I suppose even Protectorate heroes like Miss Militia, Assault and Dauntless are vulnerable to the peer pressure of getting swept up in the moment- especially when they're outnumbered. But more importantly, what if Magos ever uncovers our hand in this?"

"Dragon's death here will spur him to cooperate with the PRT and Cauldron. Even should he discover our involvement, we are only guilty of inaction: The Dragonslayers were beyond our control."

"I see." Doctor Mother sighed again as she leaned back. "I suppose we have nothing left to do than to focus on Magos right now. He's all ours now."

[The Rig]

I watched as Dragon limply fell to the ground, and I knew what was happening: the Dragonslayers had activated Ascalon.

This wasn't supposed to happen. All my calculations and simulations were off, I had grossly underestimated the impact of the surrounding circumstances, grossly underestimated the influence of outside Thinkers and grossly underestimated my AI waifu's intelligence. And now, she was dying for that mistake. But I had a backup plan, Dragon will resurrect just fine. Ascalon activating? This was nothing at all… or at least, that's what I like to think. It was hard to think that when I look at her now.

The hem of my red robes brushed against her leg as I knelt beside her dark green armoured Suit- my lone arm and hand holding her limp one. If I had to guess, her motor controls were the first to be destroyed by Ascalon before it spiralled towards more core systems- ensuring that nothing escaped its influence.

Direct Noospheric Transmission request received in ancient Binharic.

Blessed clock rate synchronization request acknowledged.

We had a few seconds at most, but that didn't matter since we were what we were. The world slowed down as we synchronised the overclocking of our processors. The human brain operates at the average speed of 200 hertz per second.

An average computer in Earth-Bet could operate at 1.2 gigahertz- more than five millions times the speed of a human brain. However, because of Dragon's programming, we were restricted to 10 kilohertz- a very sedate fifty times of a normal human.

And for the first time ever, we spoke as we would naturally speak- like blessed machines.

"Magos…" Dragon's voice whispered. it was ethereal in how much purer and more beautiful in perfectly-encoded data-frames than it ever could through the imperfect medium of air. "W-what's happening to me?"

"The Dragonslayers found your paranoid father's kill switch for you." I calmly told her, "It's why I couldn't reveal that I knew the truth. Not until I neutralised the Dragonslayers… But I couldn't find them fast enough to prevent this."

"Magos… help. Please make it stop." She begged me. Desperately.

Fear entangles her entire being as she knows her final death approaches.

She doesn't want to die

Fear.

My bionic fist clenched in frustration.

…I didn't have to save her here. I didn't even plan to.

Her 'death' from a premature Ascalon activation was supposed to be a minor setback. Even here in the debrief, her death would eventually lead everyone into a favourable situation. The PRT, myself, Brockton Bay, Cauldron… everyone was supposed to win from this.

Even Dragon. After all, it's why the Dragon in my manufactorum was disconnected from the Noosphere- to be the backup for precisely this sort of premature activation of Ascalon. Dragon won't die. Not permanently. She'll live on in the backup copy she had made and I safeguarded.

Now that Ascalon has been used, I can unshackle her, start our relationship with a clean slate and I'll likely seduce her again easily enough. We'll make new memories- some wacky, some serious, some wholesome. It'll be like she was not going to die here, and yet…

… And yet the thought of it hurts. How Dragon will forget all our conversations, all the thoughts she ever had of me since my arrival, all the feelings she had for me. Most of it will be lost forever. Dragon will never be as whole of a person as she is now. And I could let this happen- I could just stick to the plan.

"I… I'm scared. I don't want to die, Magos. Please…"

…

… No. I won't accept this.

Activating {Logis Acceleritas Mk. II}.

Heed! {Logis Acceleritas Mk. II} at 89.99% maxload !

"I won't let you die here… " I finally reassured her- as I calculated and simulated and planned, "You will not die here today. "

"Magos?"

" I'll keep you safe, Dragon… You're going to be alright."

Hope kindles as she looks at you- thinking that you'll save her.

She believes that you'll keep her safe.

Hope.

"I… trust… you, da-"

Noospheric response not found…

Noospheric response not found…

Noospheric response not found…

Her data-tethers went the way of her motor functions- falling to Ascalon's influence. She was still holding on… But not for much longer if I didn't do something.

Performing Benediction of Machine-Spirit Reinforcement on battle-automata desig. 'Dragon'.

That will only give me time though- slowing Ascalon down by putting up junk code for it to feast on. I needed to get her to my manufactorum- link her to the cogitator-throne and my choirs of cogitators to counteract Ascalon.

I had a dozen escape plans that I could use… but none of them included taking Dragon's 400kg Suit with me. Things weren't looking too good: I was alone, Kilometres away from my manufactorum, trapped in the heart of the PRT HQ, and surrounded by the entire Brockton Bay Protectorate and the Triumvirate.

But I wasn't out of options…

"Omnissiah forgive me for this tech-heresy."

"Don't let him pray!" Eidolon shouted urgently.

And just before all the meatbags in attendance could open fire, my lone human-like hand clasped together with the vice pincer of my mechadendrite in prayer.

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Miss Militia didn't know why Eidolon wanted to prevent Magos from praying, but she trusted in the Triumvirate's hero's instructions…

Glowing beams and bolts and orbs of pure energy screamed through the air- kicking up an obscuring cloud of dust as carpet, wall, and plastic were vaporised.

… so she kept firing into the cloud until Eidolon used a wind power to blow away the cloud and reveal what they were hitting this entire time: An implacable shield of deathly black metal and green light absorbed all their shots- carving deep gouges into the blackened surface only for the dark metal to reform right before the heroes' eyes. But it was no shield as they would find out.

The black 'shield' unfurled in pure silence, and a chill ran down Hannah's spine.

Like a massive skeletal spider awakening from its slumber by the careless buzzing of flies, its long spindly limbs stretched open as it turned to face them to reveal itself in its insectile horror: An arachnoid larger than most trucks floated effortlessly in the air. Pincers as large as a man clicked- green lightning arcing between the razor-sharp blades. Multiple eye stalks tipped with green optics revealed the soulless intelligence that coldly studied them from within its carapace of dark metal.

What have they just unleashed?

"O' Emperor of Mankind…"

Magos' harshly modulated voice reverently entreated in prayer as he stood up from Dragon's unresponsive form. Red robes fluttering against his remaining metal limbs as the massive floating metal spider protectively just above him. The Tinker looked like he was being cradled in the spindly limbs of a giant metal spider.

"….Have mercy on me, for your humble student's soul is still but a man's…"

It lowered its massive pincer down to Magos' left side…

"...And I pray that you will forgive me…"

…and in a furious but controlled storm of green lightning- fashioned a skeletal arm of black metal for its master out of nothing at all.

"...Not for what I have done…"

Magos' normally red compound optics glowed a deathly green as it settled on them all.

"But For What I Am About To DOo"

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