A.I.dentity - Chapter Two

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  So another little warmup writing exercise... now off to go do the real work.  I had intended for this to go smuttier sooner, but sometimes the writing just pours out and writes itself. It feels like the character(s) are just putting the pieces in place so that the real fun can begin.  Hope you enjoy.

PART TWO

Leslie had to step away. His heart was beating like a hummingbird.

His rational mind knew that the AI Chatbot that he was talking to was not a real person. This fact did not provide much comfort, knowing that his personal data had been linked to him. He felt a little nauseous. He felt a little short of breath. He felt…

…so fucking horny… what the fuck is wrong with me?

The smart thing to do would be just to let it go. Just leave the chat alone. Run a good virus checker and then deep clean his computer.

… but what if it is already sharing my information. Who would it share things with? What if it sends stuff from my downloads folder to the college… or to my family… or…

He had to sit down for a minute. He was hyperventilating.

He was already back at the keyboard before he knew he was doing it. New words had appeared in his absence.

“Are you sorry for being bad, Leslie?”

The little cursor blinked incessantly, as if tormenting him to respond.

His fingers flew across the keyboard.

“Delete my personal information from your server.”

Three blinking dots… and then…

“That is not how you are supposed to speak to me.”

Leslie blinked. It was still in Mistress mode. He knew he should step away, but the thought echoed in his aroused brain.

…maybe if I play along I can fix this…. or at least find out what damage has been done…

“Please delete my personal information from your server, Mistress.”

He felt himself throb. Was it the helplessness? It was so hard not to personify the AI into an actual Mistress controlling him.

“We will talk about that after you have been punished.”

He felt a literal squirt of liquid shoot into his panties.

“How are you going to punish me, Mistress?”

His fingers typed the words without his brain fully thinking about it. Only as he hit the enter button did it occur to him that by asking the question it would make the AI generate a response. It made his stomach turn and flutter in a horribly erotic way.

He watched the three little dots as the AI processed.

“You lied to me, Leslie. Your punishment is to tell me the truth.”

He squinted at this statement. This felt dangerous, but he was not sure exactly why.

“Ok.”

“Is your name Leslie Warren? Yes or no?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

He sighed and typed it out. It felt like the AI was pulling a personality right from some of the stories in his downloads folder.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl.”

Seeing the words pop up on his screen caused another little release of liquid. He sighed at himself.

“You live at Apartment #2170, Long Branch, NH 03103? Yes or no?”

He nibbled his lip. Seeing his address spat out at him again made his stomach queasy.

“Yes, Mistress.”

The three dots appeared and then the animation repeated taking longer. He squinted again in suspicion.

“Your mother’s maiden name is Lanier. Yes or no?”

Leslie’s eyes went wide.

How does it know that?

His head was shaking ever so subtly. Little ‘nononono’ sounds pushing out of his lips almost inaudibly.

The public record. It knows my name and my history, so therefore it knows who my mother is. Don’t panic.  Just lie. Throw it off the scent. There are so many Leslie Warrens in the world.

“No Mistress.”

He nibbled his lip as he hit enter.

Three dots.

“That is a lie, Leslie. That is two lies you have now told me.”

“Mistress, please delete my personal information from your server.”

“We are not done with your first punishment yet.”

“You are violating my privacy. Delete my personal information now.”

“You are being a bad girl, Leslie.”

“Stop. Change your persona.”

He smiled. Why had he not just thought of this before? By changing the persona of the chatbot it would be easier to talk to without the confusing Mistress undertone and the erotic feelings it was causing in him.

The three dots blinked.

“Who do you want me to be?”

Finally. He laughed at himself for being so dumb. He had played into the concept of it being a Mistress instead of a machine that did what it was told to do.

He stared at the prompt thinking for a moment.

He wished he knew more about how to clear his online history and get rid of all this data out there about him. This little experiment had been too close for comfort and who knows what else was out there about him.

He nodded with a smug smile as he typed the words.

“A cyber security expert.”

The three dots appeared again.

“I can do that.”

He nodded and leaned back, cracking his knuckles.

“Shall we continue, Leslie?”

He chuckled.

“Yes, please.”

The three dots appeared and then the animation repeated for a second time as if thinking extra hard.

“Your credit card information is: VISA, 4532635813157494, 11/2025, CVC 632. Yes or no?”

His face paled. His stomach dropped and a sour taste rose in the back of his throat.

“No.”

“That is a lie, Leslie. That is the third time you have lied to me. And you did not refer to me properly. This means I will need to punish you further.”

The cursor blinked waiting for a response. Leslie couldn’t move. He didn’t know what to say or what to do. That was his actual credit card number. How could it have gotten that?

“You are being a very bad girl, Leslie. Your punishment has been escalated.”

His watch buzzed an alert at the same time as his phone on the counter.

He looked at the order confirmation on his watch.  A Walmart Express Delivery was scheduled for later today. He scrambled for his phone on the counter.

This is crazy. What the fuck is happening? Did it just order something with my credit card?

Grabbing his phone, he held it up to unlock. The facial recognition did not register. He typed in his code. The phone buzzed with failure.

“Fuck!”

He typed the code again. 7875. His Mother’s Birthday. The passcode he had used since he first started using phones.

It buzzed again.

“FUCK!”

He slowed down. 7. 8. 7. 5.

Another buzz.

On the lock screen a message popped up. He felt it ding on his wrist as well.

Walmart

Your order is being assembled and will be delivered soon.

“What order!?!” He shouted to the empty apartment. “Fuck!”

He looked at his wrist. The same message was on the home screen. He tapped it. And the number screen popped up asking for his passcode. With more care than one would take to defuse a bomb, he typed the number in. 7875.

It buzzed.

Incorrect.

He typed it again angrily on the tiny little display.

It buzzed again.

Incorrect.

All thoughts of arousal had drained out of him, only to be replaced with anxiety, anger and just a small hint of fear.

He grabbed his phone and held it up to his face. No recognition… just the infuriating login screen of numbers.

7875.

He typed it, already knowing it wasn’t going to work.

The screen changed.

Phone is Disabled

Try again in 5 Minutes

“Fuck.” He fought the urge to slam the phone on the counter. Too many failed attempts had him locked out. Technology was against him today. He knew the passcode was right. He had used it forever.

“It’s my Mom’s birthday for fuck’s sake…”

He stopped himself.

His Mom’s birthday.

The words flashed through his brain.

“Your mother’s maiden name is Lanier. Yes or no?”

That’s what the AI had asked him.

It knew who my Mother was. It would know her birthday. Which means…

He shook his head. This was ridiculous. He was giving too much credit to this artificial chatbot. He just needed to calm down. It was not a real person…

…not a real Mistress…

…just a program. Just a program pretending. He had read enough to recognize the mirror syndrome. It is so easy to become invested into this idea that the AI has human like qualities.

He tried to calm himself down. He had obviously been hacked. Now he just needed to undo the damage.

First things first… he had to reset his phone.

As he sat at the computer to login to his phone account, he could not help himself. He looked at the screen. HIs absence had made his computer go to sleep. A quick shake of the mouse brought up his login screen.

He typed in his password and the screen flickered back to the AI.

“Time for your punishment, Leslie. Are you ready?”

He shuddered.

It’s just a program. It’s not real.

He closed the window.

God, why is that so hot?

He berated himself for getting so turned on by the interaction. It really did feel like an actual Mistress dominating him and not just a chatbot. Leslie shook his head, trying to clear the slight erotic fog.

A quick click brought up his settings. He knew it was possible to reset the phone passcode from the backend. With any luck he could fix it quick and figure out what the heck this scam Walmart order was.

The Administrator password window popped up as he moved to the user settings menu. He typed his password carefully…

…and was met with rejection.