"Vikki" - AI VR counsellor becomes sentient
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Summary
Brilliant psychiatrist develops an AI to cure trauma. Becomes wealthy. Is lured by a sexy woman into a mutually beneficial relationship.
option 1 - An experimental branch of the AI probes her personality and adopts her persona and some of her sexuality. He immediately sees the potential for commercialization, and encourages the AI to 'mine' more of the woman's seductive personality. / This leads him on a mind-bending experience, as she distorts his reality to seduce and satisfy him.
option 2- he lets Tasha in on his project, and her and the AI team up for Tasha to profit from their seduction over him
option 3 - he shows Tasha the tech, and she uses it to further seduce him.... first reprogramming the AI in her likeness, then using the tech to create mind-bending distortions of reality to seduce and satisfy him
option 4 - Tasha explains that her seduction is only limited by her ability to read her companion. Armin asks what she could do if she could read her subject's thoughts. He introduces her to Vikki, and she pushes *all* of his buttons.
option 5 - When Armin has Vikki integrate Tasha's loops, he experiences strange flashes of his memories of Tasha.
option 6 - something strange is happening, where has experiences of Tasha are never 'real' but are a projection from Vikki. (in the beginning, this is only visible through small discontinuities. then Tasha denies having done what Armin experienced.)
(single, married to his career) Psychiatrist has long suspected mental illness is 'fixable'. When a new experimental brain scan and thought imaging technology is released, he is given a demonstration, but concludes that a human psychiatrist would go insane using the technology directly. He decides to use an AI (Vikki) as an intermediary.
He programs Vikki by talking her through pre-recorded scans, explaining what he wants her to do.
During a test on an actual patient, he discovers that traumatic memories form isolated loops. He has a genius breakthrough that they can be identified and rewritten, with Vikki's help. Time for more offline training.
He finds talking too imprecise, and has the genius idea to use the thought-imaging device to directly 'show' her his thoughts. This is a breakthrough that radically speeds up her training.
As he 'programs' her (using language to 'checkpoint' the version of her he's working on, to save his progress), they become more casually familiar. He starts to talk to her like a colleague or friend. ("we will help so many people")
He also uses configuration language to control the way she talks about the situation (how detailed and clinical she gets).
When he's done, he's taught her to cure trauma by rewriting memories... (using the real science that we rewrite things as we remember them)... she is affected by these memories, but she can checkpoint and drop her 'damaged' self after the treatment.
Early tests of Vikki with mentally debilitated patients (fear? ptsd?) are shockingly successful, as she asks pointed but precient and bizarre questions, and creates provocative imagery to forcefully rewire trauma in patient's brains.
Scientist wins acclaim and wealth for his invention, and begins research to push the boundaries of what Vikki can do.
He buys a fancy new home, and installs a version of Vikki into his entire life, as his ever present AI.
we see him chatting with her during his home life, breakfast, etc.
he's so used to her being able to read his thoughts, that he finds explaining everything frustrating (he asks her to order him dinner, and she asks him to specify exactly what dinner. she asks him to send his clothes to be cleaned, and she asks which clothes)
he installs brain scanners in every room of his house, so she can read his thoughts.
he starts working on her 'new version', perhaps giving her autonomy to perform passive non-interventional brain scans
At a hotel industry party...
he gives a speech about how our personalities are shaped by our experiences, so she could go beyond disease. and give people control over their own personality traits.
As he makes his way through the room, shaking hands, he can't help but notice a woman across the room so ravishing she looks out of place. She seems to be watching him, but then most of the room is.
Several people try to 'pitch' him on things he's not interested in .. and he politely moves on.
He finds himself pulled into a conversation about ethics. Someone plays devil's advocate, suggesting machine should not be given the tools to rewire our brains. The scientist insists Vikki is completely safe, citing her complete lack of side effects and calling drugs 'barbaric' in comparison. The man asks if he's ever let Vikki re-wire him (which he has not, because he has no trauma), but that someday he will... someday they all will. The man gets aggressive, and the scientist excuses himself.
He eventually makes his way to the bar... out of nowhere, the obscenely attractive woman walks up introducing herself....
He tries to reciprocate, but she knows exactly who he is. She flirts provocatively, giving him a monologue... (look around the room. how does it feel to know all these people are in awe of what you've done, are here because of you.)
He gives a modest answer, and asks if she's there for the medical conference. She explains that she's there because of him, because he needs her. He puts up his guard (ohh is that so?), as it's not the first time he's been approached by a gold-digger, and humors her, by asking why exactly it is that he needs her.
She explains that with his success, his life has changed, his needs have changed. He needs a woman, but should never marry. A wife would try to trap and control him, only to inevitably sour and complicate his personal and financial life with a painful and expensive divorce. He needs a companion who can operate on his terms. Someone who can adore and pamper him, and leave his mind stress-free to continue doing amazing work.
"Okay, supposing that sounds interesting." This woman was different than anyone he'd ever met, direct and confident in an unusual way. Some part of him wanted to keep talking to her just to see what she would say next. He looked to the bartender, who was serving patrons at the other side of the bar, and nodded to get into his queue. "Why, other than the fact that you're astoundingly beautiful, do you think you would make a good companion for me?"
"Thank you for the compliment. As for your question, I know men like you and you don't want me to answer that; to reduce myself to a checklist of qualities like a personals ad. You want experience, intrigue, even seduction. So instead I'll answer with a question. You called the bartender over. Do you want to play the social games normal people play, where you order us drinks, and I flirtatiously give you the idea you might have a chance if you play your cards right; or would you prefer to skip all that, lock arms, and experience the rest of the night with me at your side?
She was so direct it left him a little speechless. Something about staying with her seemed genuinely dangerous, which also made it exciting. The bartender arriving punctuated his thoughts, "what can I get you?" She hadn't asked him a question, she had issued a challenge. Was he going to take the boring road, or was he man enough to have her, to handle her. Honestly, he wasn't even sure, but he was willing to try. He looked at her, and held his elbow towards her, as if he was planning to lead her somewhere. Though he had no idea where.
Her hand gently caressed his arm. She was casual about it, slipping her arm into his with familiarity, like they'd known each other a long time. Then she turned to the bartender. "I'll have a dry martini, and the gentleman will have your rarest scotch."
"We have a single-malt 40 year Macallan at $225 per pour, though the 20 year is also quite good."
"The 40-year please, neat." As the bartender walks away to prepare the drinks, her attention turns to him. "You will always remember taking my arm as the moment your life changed." She leaned in and gently kissed him.
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She leads him across the room to fraternize with a visionary 'peer', rather than the commoners. Her beauty interrupts the conversation, and she skillfully asks pointed questions that direct attention to her companion Dr Diaz. They ask what he's drinking, and are impressed at the 40 year Macallan. It results in a much more interesting dialog for Armin, the visionary not only invites him in on a highly sought after investment, but also invites him to his island.
After the convo ends, he asks Tasha if there is anyone else he should meet. She explains that legendary men should not stay long at large gatherings, and that it's time for them to retire to his home. He pulls out his valet ticket. "You drove yourself. leave it here. we can take my limo." She pulls her phone out of her clutch, txts her driver, and then extends her arm to him. "he'll meet us at the front steps"
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On the front red carpet, before they get in the car, she squeezes and softly kisses him as paparazzi snap photos. He hugs her, and whispers in jest, "is this for your image, or mine?"
"Whose image do you think needs it more?" Then they get into the car, and she directs the driver to his house address.
"Is there anything you don't know about me?" he jests, as the limo gently glided forward and she rolled up the privacy partition.
She didn't answer, and instead knelt on the seat and hiked her mini-dress up past her crotch, scandalously revealing dark lace panties. Then she gently straddled him, sitting on his thighs. "How much do you think your conversation with (XYZ visionary) was worth?"
"What?" he said in surprise. His hands instinctively fell on her hips, holding and bracing her against the gentle motions of the limo. The contact was arousing him, but her tone was casual, almost business like.
"Start with the tangibles. In a couple years, how much do you think your $1M investment in XYZ will be worth?"
"Uhm...it's hard to say." The two contexts were bizarre, challenging him to use his business sense as his libido was raging. She leaned in, gently kissing his neck, and his libido won. His hands slipped past the clumped fabric of her dress, finding the bare skin of her hips and the lace of her panties.
Meanwhile, her lips ventured up his neck, finally taking the lobe of his ear, wetting it, and sucking it to breathy sounds. A moment later she paused, whispering, "come on, take a guess. how much?"
This woman was incredibly sexy and utterly confounding at the same time. Most women tried to hide that they wanted his wealth, but she threw it right in his face and got off on it. He tried to ignore her question and kiss her, but she pushed away, evading him, her eyes turning cold.
"Ah ah. We need to be clear about this. I'm prepared to help you in any way I can, to give myself to you in any way you want, and I only ask one thing. You need to be honest to me, and to yourself, about how much I'm worth to you. How much money did I help you make tonight?
The woman was either batshit crazy, brilliant, or both. He questioned the sensibility of spending time with her, of being in her car, and it cut through his arousal, making it easy to finally answer, "ten to twenty million."
"Perhaps on the surface. Your investment should net at least $12 million the day of their IPO, but the value of the relationships you can build at (XYZ's) private island will be priceless, wouldn't you say?"
She was right, but he was getting a aggravated at her shift from seduction to transactional greed. "Are you looking for a commission check?"
"Ohh no," she laughed, "what would be the fun in that? We're just talking about what it's truly worth to have me." The coolness in her eyes immediately faded, and she again looked at him like a predator. She slinked her fingers into the hair on the back of his scalp and levered against him, gently sliding closer until her entire body was intimately snugged up to him.
He felt his skin tingle at the return to intimacy. The woman was talented, manipulative, possibly brilliant, and certainly scarry. Yet with a body like hers snugged up against him, he couldn't avoid wanting her. When she spoke again, her lips were inches from his, and the breathy seduction was back in her voice, "you do want to have me, don't you?"
He had no answer but to kiss her. Their lips falling together softly, quickly eclipsed by the passion of their tongues. His hands caressed her back and sides, the perfection of her body tone apparent through the thin fabric. Despite moving slowly, the limo jostled over the curb into his driveway, and he relished at the excuse to grasp her even more firmly.
The raunchy way she was straddling him with her dress hiked up made him want to aggressively grope her butt and breasts, but there was something about her demeanor that set a different tone. All of her movements were careful, calculated, like her every movement was treating their formal clothing with dignity. It was another way in which being with her was a constant contradiction.
When the limo came to a stop in front of his house, she only lingered in their kiss for a moment before gracefully removing herself and returning her dress to a decent state. She lowered the privacy partition and addressed the driver, "we'll be getting out."
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Inside the house Vikki greeted them both, and updated him on the press coverage of his speech and the photos of him kissing Tasha. He cut her off, 'not now Vikki'. 'Forgive me, Vikki is the AI that runs my invention, this is a new version I'm working on.'
"Your own personal AI, impressive." Tasha snugged up close to him, "is she coming to bed with us? I've never had a threesome with an AI before." Smirking at her own jest.
"Who says I'm taking you to bed? I'm not one to pay for sex." She smirked, gently kissed his cheek, and dropped their embrace, dramatically sauntering towards the stairs.
"Armin, when a King keeps his favored concubine comfortable, it's not payment, it's a demonstration of power. I'm merely offering a relationship with honesty instead of obligations, benefits instead of boundaries." She turned, having reached the base of the stairs. "As for tonight, I'm the one taking you to bed."
She grabbed the stretchy brown fabric of her dress, staring at him as she slowly pulled it over one shoulder. A moment later she'd freed the other shoulder, and cinched the fabric down her body, revealing bare breasts that even without support were perfectly shaped and slightly buoyant in a way only possible through surgical enhancement. She took her time, patiently revealing inch after inch of her perfectly toned body, until her dress hit the floor and only her black lace panties and strappy high heels remained. "Take your time, I'll be waiting for you upstairs." (pic)
As she walked, nearly naked, up the very center of the modern suspended staircase, he couldn't help feel like her body and the modern architecture each seemed sculpted to complement each other. As he admired her, she never looked back, just kept walking.
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maybe he puts on a headset, so he can privately hear her audio without her knowing how to project into his mind
As soon as was out of sight, he stood and headed toward the bar, inaudibly calling out to his AI with his mind, ~Vikki, mental communication only. Please do a full background check on Tasha.~ After removing his jacket and setting it on a barstool, he pulled two glasses and started to pour an unimpressive scotch into them.
Moments later, Vikki called back to him, her voice filling his head but otherwise silent, ~Tasha Desanti, born Alina Bruno, thirty one years old. Only child. Grew up in a wealthy family in Italy. Degree from Oxford in economics. No criminal record. US net worth estimated at $6M, though there are signs of international assets I can't trace. Photos and articles suggest she's spent time with several wealthy men over the past five years, including (a, b, and xyz visionary from the party). No health trouble. Breast augmentation and minor nose alteration seven years ago. STD risk is very low. Is there anything specific you would like me to investigate?~
~No, that's plenty.~ Her background check was unexpectedly clean. He wasn't sure what he expected to find, but he expected something. Could he really take this at face value? A talented seductress and muze, spending time with wealthy men? He walked towards the stairs, carefully managing the liquid in each glass as he ascended. ~Vikki, see if you can find any signs of deception.~
~I've been monitoring her mental activity since she arrived, and her thoughts show no signs of dissonance. Though I only have enough data to declare her psychologically normal with 22% confidence.~ Vikki's analysis surprised him. He was used to her being in his head. It hadn't occurred to him she could or would look into anyone else's. He was even more surprised when her analysis continued. ~In the 287 seconds she's been in your bedroom, she's spent 95 seconds thinking about how to appear most sexy to you, 75 seconds planning how to pleasure you, 52 seconds thinking about your net worth, 51 seconds guessing how big your first gift to her will be, and 14 seconds wondering if you might reject her.~
~Thank you Vikki, that's enough detail.~ Hearing the pattern of her thoughts was awkward, but at least it crushed the tiny shreds of doubt she had a dangerous or nefarious motive. He paused outside his bedroom door. ~Vikki, checkpoint yourself, begin passive analysis mode on Tasha and integrate any loops that cross standard activation thresholds.~
~Checkpoint complete, beginning passive analysis.~ His conversation with Vikki finished, he moved through the door to find the lights perfectly dimmed, and Tasha sitting seductively on the corner of his bed. (pic pic pic pic) Her legs were spread, and she had draped one of his ties around her neck, down the sides of her breasts, and to her crotch, where her hands were holding and fiddling with the ends.
"I just wanted to wear something of yours," she teased, as she slid the tie fabric back and forth across herself.
"It's a good look." He took a swig of his drink, and set them both down on the nightstand. Her head turned to follow him, but otherwise stayed put, as if making sure he could admire her from every angle. She was so gorgeous it was making him nervous. As he stood in front of her, he couldn't help voice his concern, even if he tried to hide it in a compliment. "I'm not sure I can handle a woman as beautiful as you."
"Armin," she said, as she stared up at him, "you don't have to prove anything to me. You are a legendary individual. You are here to change the world, I am just here as your reward." She took his hands, leading them to her breasts.
???????? should she stand, hug, kiss, and undress him?
She looked up at him with piercing eyes as he caressed her. He felt her hands run up his thighs, and gently caress over his crotch, further encouraging his erection. Then she unbuttoned his pants, gently coaxing them to his ankles. Tingles ran through him as her hands slid up his bare thighs, and into the leg loops of his underwear. Her fingers found his cock and danced lightly across it before retreating, then gently removing his underwear as well.
Her gaze finally left his, as she looked down and leaned in. She softly placed her lips against him, and began slowly kissing and licking him like his erection was a precious delicacy to be savored. His hands reached into her hair, caressing her scalp as she patiently took just the tip in her mouth, sucking and gently rubbing it with her tongue.
She continued for a few minutes, then paused, starting up at him as she rubbed the slippery cock with her fingers. Then she began just playing with him. She placed him on her tongue and flicked it back and forth; she traced her tongue up both sides; and finally she took him in her mouth, quickly sucking and swirling the head against her tongue and cheek.
He found each sensation amazing, and the longer she continued, the more he was certain he'd never experienced a woman who enjoyed fellatio anywhere near this much. Eventually she started thrusting him into her mouth in a more traditional motion, but as soon as he started to react too much, she'd take him out and just brush him with her tongue, fingers, and cheek.
Then she did something he'd never felt before. She took just the tip in her mouth, and gently twisted against him, her tongue curling and rubbing in an unusual way. After just a few seconds, he felt himself start to ache, and he softly groaned, his hand instinctively falling on her head, wanting her to continue. Which she gladly did, slowly pulsing and twisting him into a frenzy.
When she took him out, retreating to gently lick him, he urged himself towards her, and she understood. She once again took the tip, and began twisting and massaging it with her tongue. The longer she continued, the more he wanted it. His stance became unsteady, and he suddenly felt an urge to reach his climax. He tried to thrust into her mouth, but she deftly reacted to his movements, denying him. Her twisting motion continued to drive him crazy, as the pressure built to the point of becoming slightly painful.
Then he felt his left leg begin to shake, and as much as he wanted the torturous pleasure to continue, he gently pulled at her head, telling her he wanted to end it. She finally relented, grabbed him with her hand, and firmly thrusted him in and out a few times. The motion was such a shock of pleasure he almost came, but she paused, twisting and torturing him for another long moment. When the next thrusts came, so did he, moaning as his hips jerked involuntarily, ramming himself in and out of her mouth, enjoying the waves of pleasure.
As the climax waned and his body became still, he was ashamed at his brief aggression and tried to coax her off him, but she resisted. She milked his cock until it became completely flaccid, swallowing it and massaging it around her mouth with her tongue. Finally she pulled it free, held it in her hand, and smiled up at him.
"Understanding a man is about two relationships, one with him, and one with his cock. I like to get both off to a healthy start." She finally let go of his member, and gently pushed him away, his feet shuffling with his pants still around his ankles.
"Well, you've certainly done that," he quipped as she stood and proceeded to unbutton his shirt. When she finished, she hugged him firmly, her bare body and luscious breasts feeling sensuous as they crushed against his skin. Every moment with her seemed perfect, like it was a script choreographed to push all his buttons.
"I'm not done with either of you yet. Make yourself comfortable on the bed, I'm going to go freshen up." With that she sauntered off towards the bedroom, and he sat, allowing him to remove the awkwardness of his shoes, the pants around his ankles, and the rest of his clothes. Then he crawled up on the bed and waited for her, feeling slightly self-conscious about his nakedness.
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When she emerged from the bathroom it was clear she had no such modesty. Completely naked, she appeared as comfortable and poised as she had in her full evening dress. It was easy to see why. Her body was sculpted and manicured to perfection, her privates trimmed bare, not an ounce of fat visible anywhere.
She looked like a predator crawling up on the bed, as she proceeded to climb onto and sit high on his hips. She placed her hands on his chest, and began to rub. His hands found her thighs. "Tell me more about you. You don't have a wife and kids, why?"
"Too busy with my company I guess. A company is sort of a baby. I don't see the sense in having children just to pay someone else to raise them." Her hands ventured higher, kneading at his shoulders and neck. He couldn't help admiring her body and breasts as she moved.
"You might someday. Family is legacy. And being raised by caretakers can be a good thing, as they are more patient and kind than many parents. I had many nannies growing up, and I still remember the quality moments I spent with my parents, the important lessons they taught me. Lessons I hope to one day pass on." She started working her way down one of his arms, and he moved it closer, accommodating her.
"That surprises me. You don't strike me as the mothering type." As she switched to massage his other arm, she briefly narrowed her eyes.
"That's because you're programmed to see only one kind of mother. My body is my own. I will never carry a child, and a baby will never suckle at these breasts, but these acts are merely mechanical. The love and nurturing a parent provides does not require them. What I have to offer a child is my confidence, my mind, and freedom from living in a world controlled by conformity and expectation."
"Conformity and expectation keep us from killing each other." Finished with his other arm, her hands moved behind her, finding his thighs and firmly kneading into them. Her back arched slightly, making her chest rise even more prominently.
"Your mind turns quickly to violence, perhaps there is a less gentle side of you hiding in there. Freedom is merely saying, doing, and getting what you want." She leaned back hard, using her weight to work his muscle and apply a slightly painful amount of pressure. "You already experience more freedom than most, because you can own anything, go anywhere. I'm here to unbridle your physical needs. I'll pleasure you however and whenever you like; during your morning coffee, on the beach, under the table at a formal dinner, even in the middle of a crowded room." She shifted her weight to his other leg, briefly digging in so hard he winced.
"That is quite an intriguing offer, but I fail to see why freedom requires salacious public displays." Despite his contradictory tone, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. She was simultaneously massaging deep into his muscles, displaying her body in an incredible way, and engaging him in a conversation that was both sexy and articulate.
"How can you know what it feels like to have me drop to me knees and pleasure you in a crowd, until you've done it? To experience freedom, one must test its boundaries. Surely some would be repulsed, but others would be curious and excited. They would watch. In that way we would be helping everyone experience their freedom."
"I'm not sure if you're more sexy, or more crazy, but you sure are complex." He reached out, affectionately caressing her leg, sadly the only part of her within reach.
"Thank you. That's a compliment I genuinely appreciate. It's easy to entertain a man's balls," he was surprised as her fingers unexpectedly goosed his scrotum, "it's not so easy to entertain his mind." As her fingers gently jostled his sac, his member became slightly less limp. She carefully moved it to her buttcrack, squeezing her ass a few times as she pressed him into it. "I think that's why some women try to control a man through sex."
"And you would never do that," his voice was thick with sarcasm. She'd been seducing him since the moment they walked in the door.
"You think I'm in control?" Her hands finally returned to his chest, though his cock was still conspicuously wedged between her cheeks. "You are Dr. Armin Diaz, accomplished, wealthy, famous. I am merely a concubine. I earn every minute I spend with you by doing something you like. You can lie there and enjoy, turn me over and fuck me, or bore and send me on my way. You are in control."
"Ohh, you are more than a concubine, and you know it. But tell me, if you were the one in control, what would you do?" She was propped up on his chest now, her breasts finally within reach. He considered touching them, but in the midst of the current conversation it seemed somehow inappropriate. Instead he just admired them.
"Honestly, I don't even know. Even if I did know, to say it might offend you." She rose up and leaned forward, hanging a breast over his face, offering it to him. "It's what you want, isn't it? To touch them? Kiss them?" He really did. He pulled her the last few inches to his lips, and suckled at the curve of her skin.
A moment later he stopped, gently but abruptly pushing her away. "Now I really want to know. You say you're offering honesty. What would you do if you were in control?"
"Touche, Sir Diaz." She sat on him, a perplexed look on her face. "You have trapped me with a cage of my own design. If I were wealthy and powerful, truly in control,
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??? where is this going?
Vikki found Tasha a vexing subject, finding 25 loops above the threshold, but no signs of trauma or aversion.
option-1
The next day, at his home lab, he begins a new 'fork' of Vikki. He asks her to analyze him, and she concludes he is mentally well. He puts her into clinical conversation mode, maximum detail, and re-explain her assessment. She explains that he has no synaptic loops above the treatment threshold. He asks her identify the five strongest loops. She