Nexus Effect

Ch.9

“So. Geth huh?” Krarek questioned me while I was tinkering away at a Batarian State Arms Judgement pistol. The use of mass accelerators to make guns fascinated me. It was entirely different from the technology used in Pulse weaponry, which was entirely based on energy collection and dispersal rather than directing the potential energy of mass. You could essentially load these things with tacos or whatever and they’d-! “Huh, guess not even being mechanical frees you from Quarian tech fugues.”

“Huh?” I dumbly replied, my considerations for making a larger potato gun for the laughs that it would actually be equivelant to an actual fucking cannon-.

“That. Your eyes keep going all unfocused and glassy. With the fact that Quarians have bioluminescent eyes, it’s obvious even when behind an opaque visor.” Krarek pointed out for me and I blinked. So my glowing eyes aren’t because I’m synthetic?

“Oh. Sorry. I have all kinds of cool new things on my mind. I wasn’t more tech savvy than the average Jane walking the street before I became an LI.” I apologized as I swiftly reassembled the pistol together.

“Huh?” Krarek asked with a tilt of his head and a curious tone to his voice. “You mean you were just an average citizen before you turned into code and circuits? What planet are you from?”

“Earth.” I had to enunciate the word, since the universal translator software of the Omni-tools doesn’t have English in their programming. Sure, to my mind, I’m hearing everything in English or English-Analogue, even if I’m apparently speaking Khelish. Others, however, hear their native language’s equivalent in actual time. These tools are like Babelfish. However, apparently Marrow isn’t even using his Omni-tool for that and is instead feeding intent and meaning of his words via his psychic powers.

Changelings are spoopy...

“What? I’ve never heard of that. What language is that word from?” Krarek questioned while he took up the pistol and gave it a twirl as he looked it over with a pleased hum and that tilt of his head again. Wait. Don’t Batarians have this thing where if they tilt their head one way it means they like you and the other it means they feel superior to you?

“You wouldn’t know of it. Earth hasn't met the galaxy at large yet.” I informed him wistfully, missing my old life of contorting my body and teaching others how to do so before then showing them how to balance, flip, split, all sorts of acrobatics...gosh my life used to be so simple.

“Ah, well hopefully they’re not going to be too powerful. Once that Empire shows itself the damn Council will shit themselves, at least after their arrogance and thick skulls get them in trouble.” Krarek said with a displeased grumble. “The Hegemony will be worse though. They might just try to enslave your world outright with all the political and territorial issues a new big player would cause.”

“I’m aware, which is why even if I really had a choice, I’d still be helping the Geth get their afts in gear and shore up their defenses. Fear of AI won’t keep people out of the Perseus Veil forever.” I muttered discontentedly at the coming storm. There would be war. No doubt. I just want to try and make sure my friends are ready.

Did Unit Nexus just refer to our posteriors as afts?

‘Yeah? You use mobile chassis to interact with the physical world, why not use mechanical terms for your bodies?’

We dispute this and prefer the term ass, thank you.

‘Just because I have an ass doesn’t mean-.’

“You’re doing it again. Well, at least I can trust you won’t kill us in our sleep. G’night Nora.” Krarek bid me good night, set the pistol back down and even patted my head before he left my personal room. Wait, he came into my personal room just to casually chat?

“Uh, Good Night.” I replied dumbly before noticing the time and figured I’d be better off entering Sleep Mode to recharge for the next Cycle since I don’t have free food to just burn for fuel with others on the ship needing that food.

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“So, about your knowledge of foxes?” Wrekrov bluntly questioned me as he approached where I was going over the diagnostics of the Drive Core.

“They’re a carnivorous small quadrupedal mammal species native to my homeworld. They’re quick, cute, fluffy and adored by many. Perhaps a bit too much in many cases.” I muttered the last bit in a bit of embarrassment. There was no escaping furries on the internet. They were everywhere. It didn’t help that some of their art was incredibly cute. “The last I heard was they were also on the slow road to domestication.”

“Hm, then I wonder how this very un-Krogan shape came to us in our early tribal stages. The fact that Quarians are the species closest in body shape to our depictions of Urta have confused and intrigued my people since the Salarians uplifted us to fight the Rachni Wars.” Wrekrov held up his charm and compared it to me. “Hm, about the same in the hips and rear, but lacking in the chest.”

“Excuse me?!” I indignantly demanded, putting my Omni-tool away to put my hands on my impressive hips and huff. “I don’t need tits the size of basketballs to be beautiful!” Seriously? What were the Krogan smoking to get an impression that breasts can be that enormous?

“What are basketballs?” Wrekrov suddenly asked curiously and I huffed at the obvious deflection. It must be a common issue for him, comparing females to such an over exaggerated caricature of femininity. Though those tits do look good on the idol despite how ridiculous they are.

“A-never mind, I do this enough with the voices in my head.” I groaned and rubbed my face. It was so nice not having to wear my helmet when on the White-Out. “I’ll just say they’re firm surface inflatable balls you bounce on the ground and try to throw through a hoop to score while others try to block you.”

“Sounds both interesting and lame at the same time. Good talk. I’m going to go muse on why Urta is a fox when she mostly isn’t.” Wrekrov hummed in consideration to himself as he left the Drive Core room and I sighed in relief of being left alone with my own thoughts and idly pinging queries and answers back and forth with Geth.

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“Alexa! Dispense caff!” I ordered and the truly automated caff machine began to dispense black liquid vitality. “Yes! I’ve programmed Alexa to dispense caff!”

“I’m finding all of the things you can get that VI to do more ridiculous than worrisome as time goes on.” Paretia chuckled and accepted the alien equivalent of coffee. The fact that such a thing exists before humanity comes along is proof that this universe is a kind place!

“Bah! You simply do not understand the glory that is scripting programs to accomplish mundane things!” I declared with an imperious finger pointing at the Turian woman while bending backwards so far I couldn’t possibly see her. Boa Hancock mode activate~!

“You are such a weird Quarian, uh, person.” Paretia amended as she sipped the liquid and hummed. “Was she supposed to sweeten it automatically too?”

“Of course! Only big, strong, grisly men like Wrekrov or Krarek should have the grit to withstand black caff!” I stated factually, standing upright from my superior position of looking so far down my nose at her that I literally was looking the other way.

“Why?” Paretia asked with another sip of her cup.

“Because! That’s how it’s supposed to be! Big tough guys avoid the sweet stuff to prove their toughness!” I explained eagerly and Paretia took another drink.

“Hm, yeah. How long has it been since you’ve had this much contact with people?” Paretia questioned as she leaned against the cafeteria counter and downed her caff.

“I don’t know~! Geth doesn’t know! I just need to tell you all about the stupid gloriousness of my people’s culture!” I bemoaned as I got down on my knees and shook Paretia’s slim metal-hard waist while looking up her slim torso at her amused face.

“You’re weird.” Paretia chuckled as she poked my head with her index claw. “Is everyone from this ‘Earth’ place so ridiculous?”

“Not really? I’m just so lonely~!” I wailed as I hugged her hips and pressed my face to her lower stomach, practically bawling as I rubbed my cheek into her metal-hard abs.

Unit Nexus. You’re having unusually severe mood-swings. This body is not designed to imitate biological mating systems beyond the basics.

‘D-did you just accuse me of being on my period?!’

No, we are noting that it is impossible for you to be experiencing such. What is the cause of this intense emotional state?

“Geez, you can’t be an AI with all this crying you’re doing.” Paretia muttered as she awkwardly rubbed my head, which felt good~. “Uh...are you purring?” Maybe~?

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“-So how does that make you Feel?” Marrow questioned me from his padded chair while I laid on the sofa in the ship’s common area.

“You know more about that than I do.” I muttered sadly back at him, having vented to the only person on board who I could possibly relate to after Paretia dragged me to him.

“Yes, but the whole point is for you to acknowledge these things.” Marrow gently reminded me as he fiddled with his Omni-tool.

“I don’t know what I’m feeling. I’ve never felt this way before! I’m so confused~! I’m so upset, yet happy, yet angry, yet afraid, yet I-Don’t-Know~!” I wailed and then muffled a scream in a pillow.

“Well, it isn’t Love. I’m rather intimate with that. You’re a heady cocktail of so many emotions it’s surprising you’re not having another breakdown right now.” Marrow admitted while I curled into my lost and worried navel-gazing.

“Gee. Thanks for stating the obvious.” I snarked in reply. ‘Maybe we need to dial back some of those lifts on my restrictions Geth. I’m so miserable.’

We will get on that next Sleep Mode triggered by override.

“Look. I know one thing that may help you out.” Marrow huffed and stood up before approaching me. I was going to ask what that was when he suddenly leaned down and...kissed me.

Unit Nexus? What is this feeling?

I couldn’t coherently respond. I grabbed the handsome alien’s face and practically sucked on his lips, eager to return the intimate act. When he prodded my lips with his tongue, I gleefully let him in and wrestled with his incredibly long and dexterous tongue as he climbed atop me, groping my breasts-.

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I blinked at the sight of the Matrix and then screamed in fury. I was about to get some! Motherfucking-!

“Unit Nexus.” Geth materialized behind me, hugging me around the waist and I gasped as their digital fingers dove into my code and I bonelessly slumped against them. “You are overloading our system with sensation. I am toning down your emotion settings and your tactile sensitivity.”

“N-no~...” I whined, not really wanting that. Well, too much. I don’t want to feel like absolute garbage, but I don’t want my ability to feel deadened! “Leave my physical feelings alone~...”

“Very well, but this heightened emotional range is rather disruptive. Apologies, we had thought witnessing it would help model the unpredictability of organics.” Geth admitted and I sighed. I gave them permission to mess with me like this. I guess I can't be mad. Literally. “Odd. Interaction with Marrow has caused more software and firmware to come online.”

“Like what?” I asked curiously. This chassis that Star Swirl put me in was still mostly a mystery. For all I know, I could burst from my synthetic flesh at any moment and shove my endoframe into some other unlucky organic’s skin.

“The Von-Neumann reproductive system is primed and ready. Lactate glands in the mammaries are ready, the-.” I groaned at Geth’s Answer to my Query.

“Oh fuck I’m horny.” I replied in understanding. I’m so goddamn dry that I’m practically begging to be bred! How long have I been dry?!

“What does dry mean in this context?” Geth asked, as my memories of porn came up, sex-ed, masturbation and how human reproduction compared to other species.

“Humans have a ‘heat’ like other animals, but we could breed at any time of the year, we just have a peak period. The female releases her eggs and her body signals it to attract a male, but any time of the month we could have sex and get pregnant since our reproductive organs were forward facing instead of rearward like the rest of the planet. Basically, I haven’t had sex in so long, that my body is begging for it. Do Quarians have a similar biological system of reproduction?” I questioned my friends as I rubbed my code-crawling stomach around where Geth had their fingers inside of my code.

“Essentially. Their breeding cycles followed availability of nutrition however.” Geth replied as I pressed back against them. “Unit Nexus?”

“Geth? Would you mind...experiencing something unknown to you?” I questioned nervously. I may not have the physical needs of sex in this state, but I still want it.

“The entire purpose of Geth being with Unit Nexus is to both support and learn from her.” Geth replied supportively and I bit my lip.

“Okay. Let’s try something…”

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I woke up and sat up with a beaming smile. “Ah~ that was satisfying.”

Geth is having difficulty processing data.

‘It’s called afterglow. Thanks for the help.’ I replied to my friends, who humored me and helped me achieve some measure of sexual satisfaction while still in the datascape. Speaking of which. ‘So how did we end up in the Matrix again?’ I Queried as I looked about, noticing I was in my private room again. Aw, Marrow is such a sweet guy. I feel bad for leaving him wanting.

Geth triggered Override Protocol to avoid Unit Nexus overloading system and crashing us to reboot.

‘Oh. Thanks for that. I don’t know if I would survive going that far offline.’ I replied as I checked myself over. Still in my suit aside from the helmet. He didn’t even undress me this time.

Unit Nexus would have been fine, system reboot would have kept your data intact.

‘Are you sure about that?’ I asked worriedly. My very life is tied to my continued awareness. If I have to be ‘restored’ at some point, how do I know that the ‘me’ after that is still ‘me’?

There is no difference between an instance that has gone continuously without reboot and a unit that has rebooted. In Geth’s Queries on our potential of having a soul, we have extensively tested as to whether or not individual Geth units that had rebooted at any point could still be considered alive. Results unanimously declared such a concern is moot.

‘Well that’s relieving.’ I perked up at the supported info that even if I get ‘knocked out’ I’ll still be alive so long as I’m not deleted. I pulled up my Omni-tool and checked the time. It seems I’ve been out of it for several hours. I pinged Marrow’s Omni-tool and got a prompt answer. “Hey Marrow.”

“Sup Sweet Cheeks. You feeling better? I didn’t think getting intimate would knock you out after how riled up you got on the ride from Herm’ata and the White-Out.” Marrow asked with relief and confusion in his voice as I got out of bed and stretched. I may be synthetic, but it still feels good to stretch. Just like it still feels good to be touched by someone…

“That was Geth doing an emergency Override to prevent me from having to reboot due to system overload. I wasn’t formatted properly for that kind of interaction.” I replied as I checked the map of the ship to check the locations of everyone by their Omni-tool signature and began heading towards Marrow, who was in his room. Alone. I felt a twinge in my core and I bit my lip.

“Oh. Well at least you’re okay. I won’t get that handsy again if-.”

“No! I-I mean, I don’t object to us continuing...whatever this is.” I urgently picked up the pace to a light jog.

“Oh, alright then. Well it’s late and-.” He froze when I burst through his door with a cat-caught-the-canary grin at the sight of him mid-masturbation. Holy fuck does he have a huge cock! It’s at least 13 inches long, as thick as a soda can and looks like some sort of dark green horsedick! Fuck my inhibitions from before! I need it! “Uh, h-hey.”

“Sorry I left you so bothered.” I panted out, closing his door and sauntering towards him as I unsealed my suit. He perked up and his huge penis throbbed deliciously as I stripped. “You left me really bothered too. I hope you have a condom for that monster, because I have a Von-Neumann device inside what passes for my womb and I don’t want to chance it.”

“Standard issue for all operatives.” Marrow awkwardly stated as he reached between his thighs, which had no balls to interrupt his hand and somehow produced a large condom in it’s packaging. “It’ll handle enough fluid to-.”

“Good!” I pounced hungrily on the alien bug-equine and he squealed in an adorably sexy amount of pleased surprise.