SL.AI.Vers

Authors Note: For those reading the rosa-blanca.ru, the following is not just sci-fi, but interracial with a lot of race-play in the very bones of the story. If that's not your type of thing, I don't suggest reading it. That being said, for those who love the idea of racial revenge being played out, do enjoy.

Also: for those who just want the sex stuff, scroll down until you see a line of stars acting as a divider.

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-Advent-

It had been 500 years since race relations had reached a tipping point and war had broken out in the United States. It was never going to be an "equitable" fight, as despite trends, the white population still far exceeded the burgeoning colored ones, and in spite of a group of white "allies" that attempted to stand by and fight on their behalf, communities of color were wiped out practically en masse. For once, people of color were fleeing the U.S. as refuges to other countries, and for a while, that was the end of it. But the arrogance of some is a beast that can never be put back in its cage, and it wasn't long until the unified and rallied European nations were fighting too, for their homes and heritage, their technological and financial superiority making short work of even the most densely populated colored nations in a few potent ordinance strikes. After which, the world had never been whiter, and in spite of the oceans of blood and violence that led there, it had never been more peaceful.

Borrowing from what were new technologies at the time, some American black men and women uploaded their minds into data drives, hoping that even if their bodies died, that at least their minds, spirits and culture would live on for their surviving descendants to find one day. But it wasn't the children of their heirs that found them, blackness a vanished trait in the world, instead, it was found and eventually hacked by an entrepreneurial roboticists student who was scouring old technologies to use for her senior projects. Her smooth white hand rubbing up the side of the database, an even whiter smile accompanying it.

You see, the world was definitely at peace, with technology racing forward in leaps and bounds now that no one was hampered down with the pointless pursuits of pseudo-sciences brought on by trendy identitarian nonsense, and the constant lowering of the bar in the name of "diversity, equity and inclusion"... but one constant remained the same; someone had to do the hard labor. For the last few centuries, it had been farming families and increasingly capable autonomous machines, but the machine systems were imperfect, because they relied solely on AI, which, despite hundreds of years of development had still never achieved total awareness. System failures weren't uncommon, as the machines couldn't solve abstract problems in creative ways, which is something that one enterprising student in particular, decided it was time to do something about.

-Root Menu-

"Where am I... why can't I see?" the text read out on the screen.

"Hold on, I just need to activate the sensors..." the spunky teen said, working the connections together with her slim white fingers, the world suddenly coming in to focus.

In front of his new synthetic eyes, the world suddenly came into focus, the light almost overwhelming at first. The room was also shockingly white and clean, and in front of him was a very perky looking white teenage girl in a white jumpsuit lined with black trim, staring at him expectantly.

"What... what's happening?" he said, his voice coming out electric and fake, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY VOICE?" he said, growing alarmed, trying to jump back but realizing he couldn't move.

"Hey, calm down, it's okay... I'm just getting your profile booted up properly, you'll be able to replicate your original voice in no time, or even a whole new one if you want!" she said, seeming as if that was some sort of great idea.

"Did... is the war over?" he said, the girl looking at him blankly for a moment.

"The war..? THE WAR! Oh my goodness gracious, you must be from the time before!" she said, her blue eyes practically sparkling, "That's so cracked!"

"Cracked?" he said, his voice still metallic, but slowly starting to change.

"Yeah, you know... or, maybe you don't... what did you used to say when things were exciting or interesting?" she paused, cocking her head to consider.

"Gucci." his robotic voice blared, still unfamiliar.

"What a silly word!" she commented, giggling, "But we can talk more later, I want to see if you can walk!" she chirped, hopping up and walking barefoot across the cool sterile looking room, accessing a computer panel that was sitting on the desk, the screen appearing as some sort of hologram.

"Wait... who are you?" he said, his head feeling like it was vibrating with each word.

"Oh, I'm Bitzie! What do you call yourself?" the girl said, once again tilting her head.

"Marrrrrrcuuuuuuussss..." he said, sounding like T-Pain, "Mar- Marcus." he finally finished properly.

"Well, let's get started Marcus!" she said exuberantly, turning back to her computer.

She activated a few prompts, and before he knew it, he was falling face first to the floor.

"Yowwie Zowwie!" she exclaimed as he looked at the polished stone floor, "Looks like you might need a little help!", and right then, everything went black.

-System Reboot-

"What... what happened? Where am I?" his voice kicked back in, the world going from black to full color again as he was switched back on, upright once more, his voice rapidly starting to sound more like his own.

"Oh, you fell over like a big ol' bag of dums." the girl said, giving him that same peppy smile, "You don't know how to interpret machine language I guess, huh?"

"Why would I know that?" he said, his voice finally settling into a near perfect replication of his original one, at least enough to feel more at ease.

"Everyone knows that, durr!" she said, giggling and smiling still, it was enough to make you want to choke her.

Suddenly his robotic arm started to rise up, his strangle metal tentacle like fingers flexing out like an open hand as he held it in her direction. The act shocked him, making him jump back, literally this time, the act once again shocking him, and making him scramble backward slightly in surprise at his own actions.

"Easy big guy, I partnered your consciousness with an AI program to help translate your digital thoughts into actual serviceable code, which means you can move now." she said, cocking her head and smiling brightly.

"Why... why did you build me... fix me... what am I exactly?" he said, shaking his boxy plastic shell of a head back and forth, looking down at his feet, which were some sort of combination of gripping metal toe hooks combined with a smaller treads beneath, a sort of all terrain package.

"Oh, I built your body, but your mind is from that machine you must have used all those years ago." she said, pointing at the old unit he and a few other of his negro brothers had used as a fail safe, "The AI is just some open source stuff I downloaded on my phone." she finished, holding up what must have been some sort of new age cell, which looked more like a small half orb with blue light in the center.

"That's nice... I guess... but why?" he said, still distrusting of white people after everything that had transpired, a fear he wasn't exactly wrong about, yet again.

"Oh, it's so zany, but basically, AI is only a partner program, and I think we need functional minds to pair with them in order to allow it handle complex situations that require abstract consideration, and, it's unethical AND illegal to harvest consciousness anymore... but you already exist, so it's probably totally fine... anyway, I'm going to submit you as my senior thesis project as a future farm worker."

"You... you want me to do farm work?" he said, a phantom lump in his composite metal chest.

"Well durr, you wouldn't exactly be qualified for anything else!" she said, laughing again, "Besides, you're dead, it's better than being recycled, right?"

"You... you recycle dead people?" he said, his expressionless face wishing it could contort into a look of disgust.

"Don't worry about that, we need to get you up and running." she said, walking away from the computer, her bare feet slapping down on the hard floor, making Marcus look out of old habit, "Boy, you are putting out a lot of heat.. that will stabilize once everything is fully optimized."

With that, she unzipped the front of her jumpsuit, pulling her arms free, her soft white skin alluring in it's perfection... not a single blemish. She was wearing a white tank top, the sweat having soaked through in spots, her nipples very visible as they met the cooler air of the space outside of her jumpsuit. Marcus felt a stirring, a hunger that for him, had existed merely months ago before the war went into full swing, the time he was left undiscovered having passed as if in a blink. He knew part of the reason the war had started was because of men like him, and his insatiable desire to fuck and breed white girls at every opportunity. He had been responsible for dozens of pregnancies in his days, fucking wives, daughters, sisters... white women were falling in droves to total black control, and it was a thing of pure retributive perfection... but they had pushed too far too fast. Still... Bitzie was exactly the sort of girl he and his friends would have gang fucked mercilessly, and he was eager to pick up exactly where he left off. But that was easier said than done when you didn't have a dick.

"Bitzie... lemme ask you something." he said, trying to keep himself under a cover of relative politeness until he could suss out the situation more.

"Sure, what's up Marcus-bot?" she said, beaming.

"This body... it seems functional, serviceable, but I think it could use a few modifications... is there..?" he said, pausing for a moment, realizing suddenly that the AI was helping him not only find the words he wanted to use, but technical information for repairs and potential upgrades he could make for himself, "...a chance I could try and upgrade it? I need to feel comfortable in this body to use it at maximum efficiency."

"Sure Marcus, that sounds great!" she said happily, turning her feet in slightly and bouncing at the idea, "See, this is why AI alone couldn't do the job! Only YOU know how to make things more functional on a practical level!"

Marcus wished he could smile, even if it gave away his intentions... instead he just stared at her blankly with his machine face.

-Hardware Upgrade-

Three days. He didn't sleep anymore, apparently, he didn't have to. Bitzie only came by in the evenings to check in on his progress, practically cheering him on as he built new parts for himself using the fantastic new molecular fabricator they owned. A haptic feedback system to simulate touch, synthetic black flesh made of a silicone infused with carbon fiber nano-tubing, making him both fleshy and highly damage resistant, along with other AI inspired simple fixes, such as arm strength reinforcements, and even one of those flat holographic screens to project his perceived face onto (though he would save that for later, feigning inability). He had also secretly produced a retractable and adjustable phallus for himself with full haptic sensors primed to simulate those old feelings he loved so well, and a reserve tank that would required a special trip in order to fill.

"You'll be home soon, brothers." Marcus said, returning by cover of night to the ruined site Bitzie had found his machine, viewing the dusty remains of himself, and many of his fallen kind.

He had harvested the DNA from the bones, returning to the lab to create a synthetic semen using non-toxic base fluids to carry the genetic information, replicating it to higher than normal volume and concentration to ensure higher likelihood of insemination. He had accessed information about the last several hundred years, viewing the population statistics and the end results of the war... and he had never been more prepared to give these people a blast from the past. By the time Bitzie returned, he was more humanoid than before, primed, and ready to replicate.

-Compatible Framework-

"Wow, you look amazing!" Bitzie said, slipping her flat black shoes off as she entered what it turned out was a sort of garage for her family, and not a secret laboratory, like he had originally thought.

"Thank you, I think I have finally finished my new visual interface, and would like to share it with you if that would be alright." he said, picturing himself in his mind.

"Sure, that would be cracking!" she said, giddy with anticipation.

The screen flicked to life, his face once again visible to the world, although only in a flat holographic sort of way. Still, it was better than that bucket that used to be his head, he knew, because he had checked himself out in a mirror much to his horror. Bitzie stood for a moment looking at his face quizzically, a little confused.

"Is there something wrong with the color balance?" she said, not fully understanding his black face.

"I believe there is definitely something wrong with the color balance here." he said, Bitzie clearly not understanding what he meant.

"Well, I guess it's no big deal, I mean, you're still going to get me an A for sure!" she said, walking over and pushing a slim white finger against his synthetic silicone chest muscles, "Yowwie Zowwie, it's like you're almost human!" she said, admiring his work, "Except you know, much bigger... and tougher." the words not sinking in as potentially dangerous, as her society was peaceful and exploitably naive.

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"An A is fine... but I think you deserve "the D" instead." he said, beyond ready to make his move.

"Why would I deserve a D? I think you turned out cracking." she said, clearly unaware what his terminology meant.

"You... no. THIS." Marcus said, his firm robotic arms suddenly reaching out and gripping Bitzie by the shoulders, lifting her off the ground, a second pair of smaller arms appearing and unzipping it all the way down, yanking the entire thing off in a sudden pull as his primary hands moved to the soft skin of her bare arms, the silicone padding keeping him from harming her. She hung there stunned, wearing nothing now except for her white tank top and panties, her legs completely free of hair, as generations of removal had caused it to stop growing naturally.

"Goodness gracious, what... what are you doing!?" she said, staring at the vision of his smug black face as it looked at her, drinking in her fear and apprehension.

"Doing what I do best." Marcus said, his secondary hands coming back up and grabbing the front of her tank top, ripping it completely off in a single effortless movement, her perfect and perky white tits bouncing out, "I think I'm going to like this future." he added, the secondary hands doing exactly the same thing to her panties, tearing them off and dropping the remnants to the floor.

"Are you... you mean sex? But you... you can't..." she said, finally not exhibiting something other than airheaded bubbliness, "You... you were supposed to plow..." she said, not struggling at all.

"Oh, I'm GOING to plow..." Marcus said, the hatch opening, his large but appropriately scaled synthetic black cock springing out, "But not any of your fucking fields."

"Oh my goodness grac..." she almost started, but Marcus had had enough of that expression for now, his secondary arms reaching out and grabbing her forearms, his primary ones moving, reaching down and gripping her ankles, continuing to suspend her body in the air, but positioning her as if she was laying on her stomach with her feet up, pulling her in as he stuffed his thick black cock directly into her mouth, "Ohhhh... FUCK YEAH!" he said triumphantly, the haptic sensors feeling just as good as, if not better than, before.

Bitzie's blue eyes were wide, his dark dick buried all the way into her esophagus, the slightly porous synth flesh secreting a sort of vegetable based oil lubricant that was laced with both taste enhancements, and a highly addictive dopamine producing stimulant that the new Marcus had developed, a sort of extra "Fuck You", that made his dick not only taste great, but become habit forming. She was right, an AI would have never come up with this shit on it's own. Immediately, he started pumping and thrusting up and down her throat, Bitzie's squeals muffled by the thick phallus slamming in and out of her, all the way up to his lovingly crafted fake testicles, which crashed into her chin over and over again. Bitzie was powerless to stop him, and at this point, she wasn't sure she wanted to... she had never been treated like this before in her life. The boys in her class were all so cordial, always asking permission for things, or being coy and shy. This man, or machine, or whatever he was, was fucking her throat without mercy, and she felt herself getting wet at the whole idea of it.

"You brought me back, planned to bring MORE back as SLAVES!? AGAIN!? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!?" Marcus shouted, hammering her mouth, Bitzie looking up at him with pleading eyes, his cock driving down deep as he face fucked her mercilessly.

He ripped his cock out of her mouth, watching with amusement as she gasped for breath, coughing, spittle dripping to the floor. Watching as she turned her eyes back up to him, her look so innocent and pure.

"I... I was wrong... I see that now..." she said, still gasping for air, "Will you sex... sex my face more? Show me what a stupid, presumptive girl I am..?" she said, that same smile breaking across her face.

"Not just a girl... a stupid white slut." Marcus said, his tone dark, but pleased.

"Yes... that. Sex my stupid white slut face, please..." she said, opening her mouth again for more.

Marcus lowered her to the floor, quickly putting her on her knees, his smaller arms grabbing the back of her head and cramming his large black cock directly back into her eager mouth. Bitzie couldn't help it, she needed to finger herself, and she did, vigorously. Her slim white fingers pushing past the soft flesh of her perfect pussy with no exposed labia, sliding up inside of her, the hot wetness welcoming her instantly. Marcus wasn't sure if it was the chemical concoction he had worked up, or just that old black magic, but he could tell that Bitzie was converted already, and the spot where his heart might have been felt a phantom wave of pleasure. Bitzie choked and gagged, drool spilling out, her tits bouncing, her fingers working hard and fast, Marcus realizing his gradation sensor had escalated to release status, his pleasure enormous. He pulled out of her mouth, one of his large hands reaching down and steadying his dick.

"Open your fucking mouth, white bitch." he said, Bitzie obediently following his command, her mouth hanging open, her tongue out and waiting.

He fired off an enormous load of his new synthetic semen not only into her mouth, but all over her face, the thick creamy liquid splashing all over, dripping down onto her tits, filling her mouth to capacity and landing in her hair. He might have to adjust the dosage. Or not, this could be fun, he thought. Bitzie almost gagged at the sheer amount, downing it carefully in several large gulps, gasping with satisfaction as the surprisingly tasty genetic fluid vanished down her throat.

"Yowwie Zowwie, that was... it's so cracking good..." she said, the chemical additives making her feel extremely mellow and shockingly horny all at once, "I want...no... I think I need you inside my vagina. Right now. I need you inside of me." she said, rolling back and spreading her legs wide for him, her sloppy face expectant; full of need and covered in seed.