The last ten years of my life have been devoted to this project. Through
good times and bad, through periods of shoestring budgets and the
considerable expenditure of the Department of Defense. All of it led to
this.
He's quite perfect of course. I am a genius, as I have always maintained.
Why getting the skin covering to just that degree of smoothness and
sensitivity, with its fine simulation of human hair should alone win me the
Nobel prize. I maintain that genius requires some degree of artistry.
Perfecting the brain algorithms alone took most of the first five years. And
the light metal chassis was engineered to within five microns of my
specifications, once I had persuaded the more unscrupulous of my government
colleagues to steal the formula for that new alloy.
A very pleasing result.
My government superior, Spender, was most impressed by my work. In fact when
I reached the assembly stage, he provided me with dossiers of over a hundred
different government employees, in the hope that I would find one of them
suitable for reproduction. Well, he provides the money I need for the
project, I'm not really interested in why he needs a replica of one of these
men. In the end I chose the one I found most attractive, tall with green
eyes and dark hair. That physical type has always appealed to me. Some guy
called Alex Krycek. So that's the name I used for my android.
The last six months have been spent in fine tuning Alex #1. I'll bet you
have no idea how many different variables have to be considered in
replicating a human being. I'm not talking about the physical parameters,
which I decided on long ago. No, I mean the small nuances that make the
difference when a human moves, speaks or thinks. The tiny hesitation before
you speak. The way a thigh moves when you stroke it. The way a head is flung
back in the heat of passion. All of these things have to be considered to
generate the perfection I seek.
Alex #1 is almost perfect now. Long hours of practising how to be human,
under my close supervision. Even if you made love to him, you couldn't tell
the difference between Alex and a real human.
I tested that personally.
Many times.
Well, perfection is important to me. So I programmed him to learn from his
environment, to adapt to the unknown. To be curious. He can interact with
humans now. Even have a physical relationship with them. Become a better
lover.
He's exceptional now. I insisted upon it.
Of course, I couldn't ever admit to the scientific community that I had
created him. My work has come so close to creating consciousness in Alex #1
that a few months of learning may even generate that spark of life in him
that would forever condemn me in the eyes of the world. Their ethics would
forbid it. For after all, Alex #1 is only a machine, created for a purpose.
Espionage. Not only does he have a remarkable knowledge of the arts of love,
but he knows twenty thousand different methods of killing. And I have to
admit, my priority wasn't to give him a conscience. No, that wouldn't be
convenient.
Spender was very surprised when he saw the finished model. Then he laughed,
as if he could see a delicious irony in the situation.
"An interesting choice of identity!" he said. "Have it ready for a field
test tomorrow. It's going to perform a little task for me, so that I can
evaluate its performance."
So be it.
He lay flat on his stomach, inching his naked rump a few degrees higher, to
achieve the optimal image of attractiveness and desirability. He let his
tongue flick over his lips to moisten them, and signals were sent from his
central processor, increasing the colour by an increment. Full red lips
looked passionate and inviting, as the Professor was always telling him. He
knew humans regarded him as beautiful, and that they were weaker when they
let their sexual impulses take over. They didn't seem to care about their
loss of efficiency, particularly when they energetically thrust into one of
his body openings. It was a flaw he didn't share. He was always efficient.
He knew exactly when to cry out with desire, exactly when to wrap his legs
around the human's torso and mimic pleasure. Indeed, he had been designed so
that sensory stimulation to certain parts of his body would trigger a
feeling of well-being, and under certain conditions would even ejaculate
fluid resembling semen. He could be pleasured. Of course, if his maker
instructed him to do so, those thighs might crush the life out of the human
instead.
The Professor entered, looking unusually harassed. Normally at this time of
day, his maker would be ready to test his sexual performance, and offer
criticisms. He was quite a hard master to please, and Alex #1 always found
that he would require more practice later. Alex was as keen as his maker was
to perfect himself. This aspect of human behaviour was obviously of immense
importance. The Professor said so, and he was the fount of all knowledge.
Alex #1 tilted his head, in a way he knew humans found appealing, watched
silently, and waited to pleasure his maker. Yet oddly today, the Professor
didn't seem interested in penetrating him. Then abruptly, he turned, swatted
Alex on the rump, and told him to dress himself. Curious, the android
obeyed, choosing a tight T-shirt and faded jeans, a counterfeit of clothes
he had observed in a recent mens' magazine which were designated, "What the
successful man wears in his leisure time." Alex knew the shirt pulled taut
across his chest, and he sent a signal to his nipples to press harder
against the fabric. That too was considered physically attractive to humans.
The Professor, normally a meticulous critic of his creation's performance,
didn't even notice. Alex didn't precisely feel disappointment, but the
pleasure circuits in his CPU lost a magnitude of energy.
"You're going out!" The Professor stated suddenly.
Alex 's finely crafted face showed the proper degree of programmed surprise
as he reacted to the change in probability that this represented in his
usual activities. In fact, he was curious. The chance to gather data on real
humans, and interact with them was desirable and he welcomed the opportunity
to study them.
Alex studied the complex world around him with something approaching
fascination. So much new data that it was testing him to the limits to
interpret what he saw. So many humans involved in a variety of bewildering
tasks. Seemingly at random. The disorder of their behaviour was perplexing.
Certain actions could be predicted though. The smaller humans would always
give way to larger machines that served as their main means of transport.
The humans were seen to enter and leave structures which his central data
store told him were "shops" and "offices." Indeed he had been told that his
task today involved one such building. A "bank," where he had been
instructed to perform a currency transaction at a specific time. A strange
assignment, but he was programmed to obey the Professor in all things, so he
complied without question. He had also been instructed to wear a suit, of a
type which his researches indicated was inexpensive and not particularly
desirable.
As anticipated, he entered the building at precisely the assigned time and
waited with machine patience in one of the queues that had formed. All was
as predicted. He occupied himself with making a study of the humans around
him, as he waited. Their movements around the building were chaotic, but
there was an underlying order to their motions that was within predicted
limits.
Except one male.
Who had just entered the bank, spotted him immediately, and was staring at
him with a strange expression on his face. Alex added the details of the
human to his database for analysis, dark hair, hazel eyes, six feet tall and
physically fit. Alex's CPU suggested the man's expression could either be
anger/frustration or constipation. He discarded the latter as being
inappropriate to the situation. The human advanced on Alex.
"Krycek, you murdering son of a ..........." The newcomer spluttered. Words
seemed to fail the human for a minute, then he gestured to the door. "Out
there now! Or do I have to pull my gun on you?"
Alex was puzzled at the unknown human's hostility. It had been obvious from
the first moment that the human was armed. A certain telltale disarrangement
of the clothing around the shoulder holster, and a slight discrepancy in the
balance of the shoulders. Of course, it would be inadvisable for the man to
draw a weapon on him. He was programmed to defend himself and it was
unlikely that the bullets could damage him anyway. Conflict would interfere
with his efficient functioning, so it might be better to comply with the
stranger. However, the Professor had told him to complete his task, so that
was his priority. He decided to try a compromise.
"In a minute, when I've done this....."
The stranger glared, then paused, and gave a quick nod, a puzzled look
appearing on his face.
"You are observing the two men who have just entered?" Alex inquired
politely. "The ones whose behaviour is not within normal parameters?"
Alex's database of one million government employees had just come up with a
match for the dark haired human.
The man called Mulder nodded, distractedly.
The first of the newcomers suddenly pulled out a sawn off shotgun and fired
it dramatically towards the ceiling. The second pulled out a smaller gun
which Alex identified from his records as a colt 45.
"This is a hold-up! Everybody on the floor!"
Alex looked around him in puzzlement as all of the humans lay down on the
smooth marble tiles of the floor. Even the odd human called Mulder.
"Get down you idiot!" he hissed. Strange behaviour for someone who had been
threatening Alex moments before. Alex didn't really understand what was
happening. He hesitated. Then the colt 45 was pointed directly at him. Alex
saw Mulder's fingers inch towards his own gun.
"I said get down!" The bank robber smiled in anticipation. Alex observed the
angle of the gun barrel as it swung upwards, then saw the robber's finger
tighten on the trigger.
There was a loud detonation as it fired.
Both Mulder and the robbers stared disbelieving, at Alex, as he lifted the
bullet he had caught in his right hand and studied it closely. Then the two
robbers turned and bolted out of the building, spooked by the impossible
sight.
"That's not possible!" Mulder said softly, shaking his head.
"Can I complete my transaction now?" Alex asked impassively.
"What do you mean, he's missing?" Spender snarled at me. "Hasn't he got a
tracking device?"
"Er.... well, you said you wanted a stealth model....." I protested. "Any
tracking device would be detected almost immediately by a foreign
government. And besides, he's very obedient. He would never wander off on
his own without orders."
"He wasn't alone, you idiot! Of all the people that could have walked into
the bank during our test, it had to be Fox Mulder who found him!"
I tried to mollify him.
"Well at least he passed the test with flying colours," I protested. "He
defended himself admirably. And he blended in with the crowd quite nicely."
It was the wrong thing to say.
"So well that he's disappeared!" Spender snarled. "Millions of dollars gone
walkabout! And our plans for him will have to wait. You know, the only use
we've had from him so far is as a very expensive sex toy for a few of our
employees. We were expecting more than this! Find him by tomorrow, or I'll
take the cost out of your skin!"
I sighed. A very expensive toy indeed. Ten million dollars worth of
hardware. It worked out to about a million dollars an inch in fact.
Alex #1 observed his companion with no small interest. The human was quite
the most intriguing specimen he had ever met. Such intelligence, and a very
good wardrobe. But partnered with a surprising level of sociopathic
violence. He had grabbed Alex's arm and ushered him rapidly out of the bank
before the local authorities could arrive, which the android considered to
be a practical action. Moments later, Alex had been in the human's car,
speeding away from the scene of the robbery. Mulder periodically muttered
obscenities to himself as he drove. Alex had already recorded at least two
new examples for his database. In fact, that was why he had allowed himself
to be taken from the bank. The subroutine that commanded him to learn from
new situations and return the data to his creator.
Mulder finally pulled the car over in a deserted side street, and turned to
face Alex.
"Are you taking something?" he demanded.
Alex didn't understand the question. He decided to tilt his head appealingly
to one side and to appear innocuous. Mulder wasn't satisfied.
"Are you on drugs, Krycek? Or are you just suicidal?" Alex considered his
response, and decided on a small noncommittal shrug. "Oh that's just great!"
Mulder snarled. "I don't know how you pulled that little stunt in the bank,
but from now on, your ass is mine! Do you understand?"
Alex brightened, small pleasure circuits triggered at the thought of sex.
Now he understood. The human wanted to experience his body sexually. The
thought of Agent Fox Mulder penetrating him anally was quite interesting. He
would be able to add the material he gathered to his data store of sexual
techniques.
He wasn't exactly sure though, exactly where the promised intercourse was
supposed to take place. Did Mulder wish to perform here in the front seat of
the car. To Alex's eye, it seemed a little cramped. Well perhaps if he
mounted Mulder and sat in his lap. He hoped his hardware wouldn't collide
with the steering wheel....... He began to unbuckle his seatbelt.
"You're not going anywhere!" Mulder snapped, and pressed the buckle closed
again. Alex frowned slightly in response to the authoritarian tone Mulder
had adopted. Perhaps this was part of the mating ritual? He had a detailed
data record of many different cultural beliefs, and he hastily began to scan
through them, in the hope of interpreting the human's puzzling behaviour.
He didn't have long to wait. Mulder drove for ten minutes and sixteen
seconds, then pulled in at a motel called "The Lakeside Inn."
Agent Fox Mulder had ordered Alex into his room very hastily, muttering
something about "not being seen with you." And so it was that Alex found
himself alone in a bedroom with a human for the first time. The reality
proved very different from his calculations. He was perplexed. The Professor
normally just ordered Alex to strip, when he wanted sex. And it was much
easier to anticipate the Professor's sexual arousal; most afternoons there
was a 63 percent probability that his creator would wish to copulate. He was
able to use initiative and initiate an encounter. But Mulder was different.
For instance, physiological data on Agent Mulder was incomplete. Alex was
perplexed that he could detect none of the usual signs of arousal, despite
the fact that Mulder had declared his desires so plainly.
Perhaps it was a test of his resourcefulness.
An interesting challenge. The Professor had often required Alex to initiate
their encounters, as a way to develop his seduction techniques. In
espionage, he would often be required to use such skills. Mulder wished to
be seduced. Judging from the slight increase in heart rate and the
observable body language of the agent, this would not prove an impossible
task. His physiological data indicated a favourable response to Alex.
Mulder had been talking urgently to someone called Scully on the phone,
sitting on the edge of the bed. Alex had recorded the conversation
automatically, and reviewed the conversation. Mulder stated that "he had the
son of a bitch in custody, and would keep him under wraps"
Alex was puzzled as to whether he should keep his clothes on, in that case.
Penetrative copulation seemed to be impossible in that case. Alex decided to
initiate an encounter with Mulder, and see what developed. Perhaps Mulder
would change his mind about the clothing variable later. It seemed the best
option. In the meantime, it seemed safe to remove the jacket he wore.
Alex switched on his seduction subroutine. He approached the bed and sat on
it. Mulder turned to him and frowned, just as Alex lay back on the bed.
Mulder's expression changed, becoming confused. Alex parted his lips
slightly, and let his tongue appear briefly between them, barely wetting his
lips. He noted with interest, the immediate temperature increase detectable
in Mulder's abdomen, an increase that continued when Alex activated the
erection mechanism in his nipples. When Alex began to slowly unbutton his
shirt, Mulder's eyes widened.
"What are you doing Krycek!" he said, the tone of his voice rising by half
an octave.
Alex was sure he understood now. One of the Professor's favourite programs.
The seduction of a reluctant human who was pretending he didn't want sex.
He could tell it was a pretence. The physical evidence was irrefutable.
Mulder stood up, backing away from him. Alex's subroutines told him it would
be appropriate to smile as he continued to slowly remove his shirt, one
button at a time. He then caressed his erect nipples at a leisurely pace,
slanting his body slightly, to let Mulder get a full view of his nimble
fingers at work. He also gradually increased their colour to a deeper degree
of redness, since his data informed him that humans reacted favourably to
that particular sexual stimulus. Then he lifted his hips slightly off the
bed, as he loosened his pants. He had studied over a hundred videos of
exotic dance routines, and knew how to make his movements smooth and
captivating.
Of course, it was effective. He knew he had a beautiful body, and he also
understood how to use it to beguile the hapless Mulder. Despite the panic in
his face, Mulder's eyes were irresistibly drawn to the now naked expanse of
Alex's flesh.
Perhaps another slight tilt of the hips to display his penis more
effectively.
"Ohhhh...!" Mulder breathed softly.
Alex #1 knew he was impressive in human terms. Another of his creator's
preferences.
Mulder was VERY impressed. Alex closely observed the fabric covering the
agent's own penis and saw it begin to elevate. Time to activate another
subroutine. The one that let his hand continue to circle downwards, across
the well defined abdomen muscles his external epidermis displayed. Then
dipping to circle the head of his penis. Another response paired with this
was the one that sent a command for the skin here to flush and the
reservoirs in his torso to release a small amount of glistening lubricating
fluid. All mimicking a real human's response to arousal.
He sensed Mulder's breath quicken as he gently elevated his penis in a
gradual, smooth movement, though it wasn't yet time to achieve a full
erection. Humans were fallible, and their physiological response to stimulus
was not as rapid as his. Half hard, he projected a longing yet pleasingly
vulnerable appearance. Such a simulation should reassure the nervous man,
and trigger his more aggressive masculine traits.
"You traitorous son of a bitch......" Mulder whispered. Alex #1 noted the
husky notes of desire, and saw no reason to halt his seduction programme.
Time to become more demanding.
He rose off the bed with an animal-like grace, the result of long practice
and a comprehensive study of ballet dancers, martial arts masters and the
National Geographic wildlife series. With the same sleek movements he
advanced upon Mulder, who stared at him, spellbound. Alex perceived beads of
perspiration form on Mulder's forehead as his metabolism accelerated. Of
more interest to him now was the prominent bulge forming in Mulder's pants.
He slid to his knees in front of Mulder, and leaned forward to rub his face
against it.
"Oh God! This can't be happening.....!" Mulder shuddered, then cried out as
Alex deftly withdrew his reluctant erection from its enclosure.
Alex was pleased with his progress so far. At least, as much as an android
could feel when his pleasure circuits were stimulated. This human was unlike
the Professor in many ways. His body was taller, and lacked the subcutaneous
fat deposits of his creator. And his penis was of a much more substantial
length than the Professor's 4.8 inches. The data of this copulation should
prove most interesting. And of course, now that he had physical contact with
Mulder's body, it was most unlikely that the agent would be able to withdraw
from the sexual activity Alex had planned. With a huge database of
techniques to draw upon, Alex was confident in his ability to bring Mulder
to full gratification.
A rare South Indian technique involving the tips of one's fingernails across
the head of his penis brought a cry to Mulder's lips, which turned to a full
throated scream, as Alex #1 sucked the head into his mouth, which he had
heated to five degrees above normal body temperature, especially for this
effect. Mulder clutched at Alex's hair, his fists contracting in it as his
hips helplessly bucked forward.
Time to increase the pressure, both mentally and physically on the
unfortunate Mulder.
Alex swallowed him whole, his oral cavity being designed for this purpose
more than any other. After all, in Espionage, pillow talk was a vital way of
gathering information. After a few moments of rhythmic pumping of the erect
penis, a small suction pump at the back of his throat would increase the
pressure on Mulder's glans. A somewhat unfair advantage over his human
counterparts.
Mulder's reaction was spectacular. He shrieked, thrust hugely forward three
or four times, and shot his semen in a shuddering discharge. Alex's
secondary pleasure circuits gave him a pleasing jolt of energy.
Mulder's knees buckled, and only Alex's arms around him kept him from
falling. With his more than human strength, Alex #1 found no difficulty in
propelling Mulder onto the bed. The agent looked dazed, and little wonder.
He had just experienced the end product of ten million dollars of hardware
specifically designed to provide pleasure for humans. Alex curled up next to
the recovering human, and gently circled his fingers across Mulder's belly.
"Krycek......" Mulder said weakly after a while. "Alex....... what the hell
did you do to me....?"
Alex chose to smile knowingly.
A good sign. Mulder had decided to use his more personal name. Though of
course, there were few human activities that could get as intimate as sex.
He stroked Mulder's thigh softly, felt the slight shudder he generated. He
could detect the blood beneath the surface of Mulder's skin as it started
to rush upwards once more, towards his stirring penis.
"Ahhhh..... no......"
The seduction game again. Very well, he could play at that. In a lithe
movement, he was astride Mulder, letting his erection come to full size.
Mulder cried out at the sight of it. Half afraid, yet Alex could sense his
reluctant desire, because Mulder's penis was far from sleeping now.
Alex was impressed. Not just with Mulder's size, but with the speed of his
body in readying itself for a second round of sex. Definitely not within the
parameters of Alex's experience. This should prove most interesting. He
decided to guide Mulder's penetration into his other primary copulatory
orifice, a personally more rewarding exercise, since this was the area where
the Professor had situated his primary pleasure circuits. He readied his
body cavity for this, adjusting its parameters so that Mulder would feel the
right degree of compression, and an optimum temperature. He ensured
lubrication by briefly sucking on Mulder's resurgent erection again.
He judged from the tenor of Mulder's moans that the agent was sufficiently
stimulated for the next stage to begin, and with a fluid grace, lowered
himself onto Mulder's rampant shaft.
He noted in passing, that the angle achieved by Mulder's erect penis was far
higher than that of the Professor, and it managed to stimulate his pleasure
circuits to a greater degree than his creator's. In particular, the sensory
apparatus approximating a human prostate gland.
This was his most efficient operational mode. His body was designed to move
up and down, giving little cries of ecstasy. And in truth, his pleasure
circuits did find this copulation unusually fascinating. Being without the
human frailty of exhaustion, he could of course have maintained his
movements all day. But Mulder was peaking beneath him, and so he speeded up
his own motion. When he judged Mulder was on the edge of completion, his
body beginning to arch as he started the process of orgasm, Alex triggered
his own fulfilment circuit, and gave a scream. A flash of pleasurable
energy, directly proportional to the effort he had expended, was triggered
in part of his CPU. A significant increase on the Professor's average. His
semen substitute shot across Mulder's belly in creamy white jets, and he
tightened his grip spasmodically on Mulder's erection. Mulder yelled his
name orgasmically, and clung to Alex as he matched the android in shuddering
climax.
Alex found it appropriate behaviour to sink slowly forward to lie on
Mulder's chest, as the exhausted human slipped out of him.
Mulder was silent for a long while. Then he sleepily sighed.
"You seduced me!" he accused. Alex detected no annoyance in the tone, only a
mixture of pleasure and surprise. "Why, Alex?"
"You asked me to," Alex told him.
"What....! When.....?" Mulder sounded bewildered.
"You said you wanted my ass. So I gave it to you." Alex stated.
Some part of the statement must have been inexact because he sensed Mulder
stiffen as they lay close to each other. He decided to further elaborate his
words.
"You provided valuable data for my researches. You were most stimulating."
He had intended to compliment Mulder, but illogically, it seemed to have the
reverse effect.
"Get the hell out of here!" Mulder snarled. "Don't ever come near me again!"
He pulled away from Alex #1 and escaped into the bathroom.
Apparently, Alex's post coital technique needed further research. Odd,
because the Professor was usually happy with such a compliment. Alex dressed
quickly, and with one last glance at the closed door, left, heading back
towards the city soon afterwards via public transport.
There were many aspects of this encounter which needed explanation. Perhaps
the Professor could assist him. And it would be beneficial to study his
human counterpart, Alex Krycek, since Agent Mulder seemed to know a lot
about his counterpart that may explain his perplexing behaviour.
Alex #1 sat impassively in the lab, as the Professor scanned his digital
memory cells, and downloaded full statistics from his audio-visual
processor. The Professor raised an eyebrow as he saw what the tapes
displayed. Alex noted the minute increase in the Professor's heartbeat, and
the 3.2 degree increase in his external body temperature. The Professor
seemed to be perspiring more than was usual for him at this time of day. In
fact, data suggested a correlation between this episode and the Professor's
previously recorded sexual arousal patterns. There was in fact a 73.6
percent probability that the Professor was becoming sexually stimulated by
the video of Alex servicing Agent Mulder. Alex found this an interesting
fact, since this behaviour pattern in his creator was previously unrecorded.
He decided that it might be appropriate to raise the topic of sex in
discussion.
"There's something I don't understand Professor. Perhaps you can supply the
information that seems to be absent from my memory banks?"
"Hmmmm?" His creator sounded distracted. He blinked abruptly, and his eyes
focused in on Alex again.
"My memory banks seem to indicate that the average time that a human male
maintains an erection is around four minutes. This data was gathered in this
lab, from you. Yet Agent Mulder was erect for significantly longer than
this. Is he physiologically unusual, or is my data flawed? And the
intercourse we engaged in was considerably more stimulating to my pleasure
circuits......."
Oddly, the Professor's blood pressure soared abruptly, and his skin
coloration seemed to be markedly redder.
"There's an error in your data!" the Professor snapped. "I'm going to have
to erase those statistics from your memory banks!"
He proceeded to do just that.
Alex #1 was confused. In his haste, the Professor had neglected to remove
the record of his encounter with Agent Mulder from the android's secondary
backup memory. In an inferior machine, the data conflict might have caused
the whole system to crash. Alex however had been created to be resourceful.
He had learned more from his creator than the Professor could imagine. For
the first time, the Professor had lied to the android.
Alex knew his data wasn't flawed.
Alex found a simple answer to his dilemma by copying his creator. He lied to
the mainframe in the lab, and pretended that he no longer had access to the
allegedly flawed data. This way at least, he would be able to analyse the
data further. Perhaps even gather more information from Agent Mulder at a
later date.
The thought of another meeting made his pleasure circuits hum.
The end...
Testing Alex #1
by Megaera
The question of whether computers can simulate genuine intelligence has
considerable social implications. Roger Penrose—The Emperor's new mind
