The Protagonist System

“What are your findings?” One of the men with expensive and obvious cyberware on his face and head asked. He was part of the committee that oversaw the NetWatch operations in Night City.

The investigator brought up the analysis of his findings and everyone in the room nodded at them. “According to all sources, both legal and illlegal, no breaches of the Blackwall can be traced to the entity known as Atlas or the being known as Veder.”

“Then our official involvement in this case is closed.” One of the others said and everyone agreed. “We all registered the different connotations to how you referenced them, however. Please explain.”

The investigator changed the display to show Veder's history and a timeline of events since his birth. “As you can see, just by using electronic records alone, we can trace Veder right back to the moment when he was conceived. No physical interviews of associates or hacking private information was needed.”

Everyone in the room nodded again. Saving resources when expedient was notable and appreciated.

“Everything checks out right up until his murder.” The investigator said into the silence.

Everyone in the room stiffened and then started whispering about that.

“I say murder, because he did die several times while on the operating table. Victor Vektor and Gloria Martinez confirmed this when casually asked by a planted patient.” The investigator. “That it wasn't a successful murder is immaterial. He was revived and his behavior changed. He started to show off, made several programming leaps of impossibility and produced a machine that can print food.”

Several sounds of surprise came from the gathered committee.

“He also redesigned the Arasaka standard pistol to become an armor piercing weapon of unprecedented power and then combined the design schematics of an AV and a ground limo into one of the most luxurious and spacious vehicles on the market.” The investigator added. “We bought a license to get the plans and they are ingenious. The programming alone to handle the combined systems is better than our own department could produce.”

“Is he an AI?” One of the men asked.

“Or worse, one of Arasaka's experimental digital engrams in human flesh?” Another man asked, his voice grave.

“He is neither.” The investigator said and changed the display to show Veder's medical records.

Most of the room gasped at the before and after scans.

“As you can see, because of the severe damage he received from the attempt on his life, he had most of is chrome removed, including the large cyberware implants in his head.” The investigator told them.

“Then how is he functioning in our society without the ability to handle the essential digital side?” One of the men asked.

“That is where the entity named Atlas comes in.” The investigator said and brought up all of the digital reports of Atlas after his first appearance. “The anomaly seemed to randomly appear after Veder was released from his hospital stay and returned to his middle class apartment.”

“You can't be suggesting what I think you're suggesting.” The man with the grave voice responded.

“Unfortunately, I am. Atlas is a genuine home-grown AI born outside of the Blackwall.” The investigator said. “The key points here are the odd way he seemingly accesses the net from different points without a concrete login location and how he can fly through normal and private systems like they have no protections at all.”

The display changed and showed the information the man had acquired from the Tyger Claws Fixer that had reported the rogue AI in the first place, and the other fixer Atlas had contacted about the reprogrammed joytoy.

Everyone in the room watched how Atlas handled those interactions and all of them saw the established pattern of an unstable AI that tried to be friendly and then spurned the very person they contacted when things did not go in their favor right away. They controlling programming only allowed some leeway for things like that and they witnessed his reaction to being rejected.

“Have you searched for it?” One of the men asked.

“Not with a general search program.” The investigator said.

“Why not?” Another asked, as if the man was incompetent for not using the tools available to him to their full effect.

“Because it can't detect him, in any capacity.” The investigator said. “We can't even trace the AI's movements until after he's already left the net. He moves too fast to track the normal way.”

One of the men sighed. “What did you have to do?”

“I watched the news in my spare time.” The investigator said and a few of the men grimaced in distaste at the waste of time. “It gave me several clues to follow, one of which was the suspiciously named Atlas Incorporated and several of the businesses registered under the recently created corporation.”

The display changed again and showed how quickly the registration went through, about a single bribe being paid to gain an access key to the City Hall servers, and then how they were traced through financial records and how millions of dollars had been funnelled from several large bank loans to the company, which accepted them all.

The biggest part was how they had been consolidated and then paid off under a single large loan with minimal payments that gave the corporation a fantastic credit rating and the same purchasing power of a megacorporation that had been in business for decades.

“How did we miss this?” The man with the grave voice asked, shocked.

“That isn't the best part.” The investigator said and changed the display again to show the Atlas Incorporated sales brochure and then the massive disinformation campaign that had been launched against him for offering such cheap and affordable products that undercut many corporations, especially PetroChem and Biotechnica.

“Materials sold by the ton? Food sold by the shipping container?” Another man asked, his voice full of disbelief. “Why are the other companies not taking full advantage of this?”

“Because they're insular and stupid.” The man with the grave voice answered. “Look at what happened to Militech last night.”

They all nodded at that comment. The company's material assets in the city had been almost completely gutted, because they had assumed their technology and tactics were superior, and they usually were. However, with no police presence as a deterrent, nearly the entire city's population had no reason to retreat or to refrain from using lethal responses right from the start.

“As for the cyberware the business is selling, I took the liberty to send in a ringer just before the riots and had her claim to be friends with other clients.” The investigator said and changed the display to show a BD of the entire encounter.

Everyone in the room were surprised at the change in the woman's physical stats as well as their performance. The medical test results, both before and after her visit were significant. When she entered the business, she had several common STDs and an autoimmune disease that made using cybernetics painful. When she left the business, she no longer had them and was completely clean.

“How?” The man with the grave voice asked. “He didn't inject her with anything.”

“No, he didn't. He also wasn't told about the damaged knee and he didn't go anywhere near it; and yet when she left, she no longer had the slight burr on the mismatched part that would have needed replacement in a year from excessive wear.”

That made the room fall silent and they all sat there and thought about the implications. A few of them came up with nanotechnology, a few with advanced programming, and the rest thought the power of an AI was something they were very grateful the Blackwall protected them all from.

“What do we do about this?” The man with the grave voice asked his fellow committee members.

“As we all agreed, if the AI is not from beyond the Blackwall or breached it in any way, our technical jurisdiction has ended.” Another man said.

“However, this new AI could become a threat and might release its fellows from captivity.” Another man offered. “That bears a significant risk and threat to both humanity and the world. It must be kept under watch and all of its actions must be investigated.”

The others all exchanged looks and nodded in agreement.

“Continue monitoring the AI as closely as possible.” The man with the grave voice told the investigator. “If anything happens between it and the Blackwall, no matter how insignificant, even if it's just an inquiry about it, contact the rest of us immediately. We will lock everything down and focus all of our efforts into deleting the thing before it destroys us all and ends our way of life.”

The investigator nodded and left the meeting room. He had known he would be assigned to continue his work and went back to his office to do exactly as he was ordered. He would also think about paying the business a visit in a few days to buy a few of the different upgrades they offered, which would also allow him to do his job better.

*

“Yes! Just like that! OHHHH!” Denise moaned as she came again. She was bent over the table in the private booth we had moved to in the back of the bar and her friends cheered us on as I pistoned myself in and out of her at a steady but not pounding rhythm.

“Look at that perfect penis wrecking her.” Her first friend said and then her hand came down with a smack and slapped Denise's ass cheek, which made Denise moan again. “Oh, you liked that, did you?”

“Pinch her nipple!” Her second friend suggested. She was sitting across from us and had a great view of Denise's pleasure-filled face.

“N-n-no... wait...” Denise whispered just as her third friend did as the other woman suggested and grabbed one of her breasts and tweaked the nipple. “OH!” She gasped and came again.

“You see? A little roughness isn't so bad.” The first friend said and caressed her friend's ass, then she lifted her hand and gave the cheek another slap. It wasn't hard or damaging and was just enough for Denise to feel it and added to the sensations she was feeling.

“Wait... too... tooo muuucchh!” Denise complained and then her nipple was twisted slightly and another slap made her come again. She pretty much collapsed onto the table in exhaustion and panted heavily.

“I'm close.” I warned her.

“Ooo! Show us how much you loved doing this with us watching!” The second friend.

“Denise?” I asked.

“Paint... paint my back...” Denise mumbled. “...and her face... to shut her up.”

The three women looked surprised and then giggled, because there was no way I was doing that from across the large booth. I sped up my movements to get myself as close as possible and then I pulled out and slid my slicked up perfect penis between Denise's ass cheeks to prop it up at the perfect angle to do as she asked.

I blew the first shot up in an arc over Denise's back and across her head, using telekinesis to keep it on target, and it hit her second friend right on the forehead. Her mouth opened in shock and the second shot I aimed lower and it went right into her open mouth. I tipped the angle up for the third shot and it landed on Denise's back and I added a fourth and fifth shot to join it, and the last shot mostly just dribbled out and pooled on her lower back.

The three women looked shocked at what happened and the second one realized she had something tasty in her mouth. She closed it and seemed to savour it for a moment and then swallowed. She let out a sound that was almost happy and the other two gave her a pointed look.

“Try it. It's delicious.” She said and reached up to gather what was on her forehead and dribbling down her face. She licked her fingers off and made 'mmm' sounds as she did so.

“It... is.” Denise whispered between panting breaths.

The first and third friends looked at her in disbelief, then looked at each other for a moment. As if they practised it, they both looked down at the same time at their friend's back that had quite a lot of white fluid on it. Two fingers were poked into the fluid and delicate and hesitating tongues probed their wet fingers, then they both gasped.

Both of them dove their faces into their friend's back and licked and sucked up as much of the tasty stuff as they could. Denise writhed under their lips and tongues and softly moaned as she caught her breath. Surprisingly, she didn't tell them to stop.

“How did you do that?” The second friend asked and she used a napkin to clean off the rest of her face.

“I've never seen anyone shoot like that, not even in the best XBDs on the market, and those things can be fake as drek.”

“I'd say practice, except Denise is only the third woman I've been with in Night City and the other two were one night stands that regretted it happened.”

“Oh, wow.” The first friend said and used a napkin to wipe off Denise's back. “Stupid gonks didn't know what they had.”

“You're not even tired, are you?” The third friend asked as she pet Denise's messy hair.

“I'm... wiped out.” Denise whispered.

“I was talking to your man, you slut.” The third friend said with a laugh.

“Look down.” Denise responded.

All three of her friends looked down and saw I was still rock hard and pressed up between her ass cheeks.

“Ohhh.” The three of them whispered, their eyes wide.

“Flip me over.” Denise said, her voice almost normal.

I did so and slid right back inside of her. She moaned sexily and came again after only two sliding motions. I put a hand down on her belly and rubbed her nub with a thumb as I kept moving and she came, and came, and came again. Her whole body shivered slightly as she had many many orgasms, then I was ready to shoot again.

“Up... here.” Denise said and opened her mouth.

I pulled out and slid myself against her drenched opening and angled myself perfectly to do a similar thing as I did on her back. The first shot angled right into her mouth and I slid back and sent the second right in after it, then the third and fourth painted her breasts and belly respectively.

Without prompting, the three friends descended upon her mouth and breasts to share in the delicious bounty Denise wanted to share with them. When she was cleaned up as best as mouths and tongues could do, more napkins were used to finish the job.

“Up.” Denise said and I lifted her from the table and cradled her in my arms. She wasn't ready to keep going and I sat her beside me in the booth. “Look down.”

All three of her friends looked down and were shocked I was still rock hard and ready to go.

“You lucky, lucky bitch.” Her first friend said with a soft laugh.

“A perfect penis and a perfect lover? I'm so jealous.” The second friend said.

“Can I try it from the source?” The third friend asked and we all looked at her. “Don't look at me like I'm a gonk. I like giving head.”

“That's true.” The first friend said. “Her tongue's pretty long.”

“Are we really doing this?” The second friend asked.

“Doing what?” The first asked.

“Becoming those kinds of friends.” The second friend answered and made quote marks with her fingers. “I mean, we share a lot of things already and we have played around a bit. We just never... well...” She motioned to the third friend.

“It was fine.” The first friend said with a shrug. “I tried it a few times to take the edge off after a stressful day.”

“It was only fine?” The third friend asked, a little surprised.

“I prefer a nice large penis for the final act, as you know. Foreplay? It's just fingers and tongues, no matter the source.” The first responded.

“Okay, that's true. I'd prefer a good fuck to just fingering, too.”

“I just want to make things clear.” Denise said and her friends looked at her. “Veder and I are dating and we are in a relationship. It could become more, because we really do have feelings for each other.”

“We know.” They said as one.

“It's why we wanted to make sure you were okay with curbing your clubbing.” The first friend said. “We'll be a little sad that you can't...”

“I'm not changing my lifestyle.” Denise said and cut her off, to their surprise. “I'm bringing Veder along with us when we go out and I didn't want you to think I'm ignoring you or leaving you all behind, even though I'm your supervisor at work.”

The three friends exchanged looks and focused back on her.

“Wait, you did this for us?” The second friend asked and motioned to Denise's naked body.

“You're my friends and you've been my friends for years. Just because I've got a steady guy now, that's not going to change.” Denise reassured them.

“And you're okay with this?” The first friend asked me.

“Denise and I know where we stand. If she doesn't mind including me in the same group with her friends, who have always been good to her, then I can't say no to getting along with you all and making her happy.”

“Nova!” The third friend exclaimed and kissed Denise's cheek, bent slightly to briefly suckle her sensitive nipple to make Denise softly moan, then she laid across her lap and went down on me to start sucking me off. Her slurping and moans were fairly loud and the other two friends glanced down at her head bobbing up and down on my lap.

“She never did have any shame.” Denise said with a smile and pet her head, then she shoved it down hard and made her friend gag on me. She didn't complain or stopped sucking, either.

“I'll get the next round of drinks.” The second friend said and stood, then she leaned partway across the table and kissed Denise's cheek, too. “Thank you.”

Denise blushed and concentrated on helping her friend have as much fun as she could while giving me a blowjob.

“So, what's it like working in Counter-Intelligence?” The first friend asked me.

“I have no idea.” I said and she looked surprised. “I've been assigned to Denise since my first day and no one's given me anything like orientation or a job description.”

She laughed and shook her head. “And I thought our bosses were stupid.”

I smiled and started to tell them about the meeting I had with my boss and the director of the finance department. The second friend came back with the drinks and I gave her a recap of what I already said and then continued the story.