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VDAM Testing
a year ago
Corporal Carraway traced her fingers through the glowing lights of augmented reality. The display before her shifted, revealing every lick of data they had on Model 101-XX: VDAM. VDAM was a prototype aeromorphion, constructed specifically to counter the infestation's menace. They were about to conduct a final test, to see if VDAM was battle-ready.
"Her stats all look clear," Carraway twiddled, then dismissed the HUD with a flick of her wrist. Her sharp canine ears twitched: she heard the sound of the aero's engine thrumming. That baby had a lotta horsepower to go with the firepower, which brought a smile to her little muzzle whenever she heard the aero-woman rev up.
Yeah, VDAM was a fully sapient synthetic, because nowadays even washing machines are smart. And y’know, can’t leave everything up to some guy in a basement tugging a joystick.
"...Let 'er at 'em." The Corporal clasped her hands behind her back as she gazed towards the sky. It was beautiful, but artificial; they were really standing in a bunker deep beneath the earth, the smell of mildew thankfully masked by AR. It was one of the last places to go in the wake of the infestation, but enough of that. Let's see what she's got.
SCHWIIING!
Before the sound even reached Carraway's ears, VDAM ripped through the air. The aeromorph was a gray blur, a howling winged shape that soared in the distance. The artificial environment had tree cover, so Carraway made it transparent with a wave of her hand. A wireframe grid loomed beneath the diving synthetic soldier, who already spotted her mark.
"Target acquired," VDAM assured over comms, and this delighted Carraway to hear. Even better was the hiss of VDAM's weapon bay opening right up... It was a genital slit, which let a large black cannon of a cock flop free. The length reached full stiffness with a quickness, as it emitted a prefire laser. The filament of light locked onto an absolutely vile creature... One of the infestors.
None were quite alike, because it was a rapidly-evolving strain. But they were all spiky, scaly, toothy. This one was only partly turned, so it still had the shape of a person, but no other resemblance. The thing lurched around on all fours bereft of reason, it lugged around a pendulous cock and balls to go with heaving breasts, which were all overflowing reservoirs of infestation. It seemed to suss out that there was a threat, because its claws dug into the ground. Then it ended up in the crosshairs of the emission of light.
But the corporal wanted a better POV of the action.
Carraway shifted her azure eyes around in her sockets, and now she saw out of the infestor's gaze. Fancy thing, augmented reality; they had this dumb monster bugged with every kinda sensor. So, at this moment, Carraway could feel every one of this creature's senses as her own. Not that it was pleasant... Everything was sticky, slimy. Bitterness on that tongue. These ears were swimming in noise and slime. These eyes were blurry beneath some kind of ichor. And now the whole body seized up, enveloped by light and… Pleasure?
So, normally if you were hit by the prefire emission, your hairs would stand on end and cling together like plastic wrap. You’d taste batteries on your tongue. Feel like ants crawling up your body. The air would feel heavy, and you'd hear crackling noise. Tingles would surge up your spine, as a static charge builds in your body. That's because your ass is getting bombarded by ions carried on a ray of light. Carraway, in the infestor’s body, felt all of this. But it also felt damn good, fuzzy, warm, tingly. This was because every inch of the infestor’s form was erogenous.
Now, you ought to know that the infestation targets the nerves, just like rabies or cold sores. But not quite. It also fucks with the proteins of your nerve endings and folds 'em all into pleasure receptors. That means you're stuck with a buncha horny fuck-zombies that can mutate damn quickly, because it's a rapidly-evolving strain, after all.
‘We’re in,’ Carraway thought, as the body stiffened up. The infestor’s muscles locked with spasms. Its body trembled, then trembles became convulsions. Outright squirming, gurgling, howling as it spewed its fluids all over the holo-grass. The dumb thing was paralyzed by alternating current. Nerves went haywire and eyes rolled back.
Carraway struggled to hold on, because she felt every spasm as her own. The sensors were freaking out. Everything was awash in a white glow. But things held together long enough for a second ejaculation of energy to cut a path across the ground, rapidly converging onto the infestor.
‘Here it comes…’
Carraway, as the infestor, darted eyes towards the second light, but they could barely see. Yet they felt it, heard it.
SCHOOOOM!
The second stream of light traced arcs across the periphery of their body, starting with the legs. The light danced back and forth, nipping at claws then toes, vaporizing them. A grid of lights formed across the infestor’s body as it was being disintegrated. Imagine a 3D printer working in reverse, dematerializing tiny slices of infestor, which dispersed as vapor. These particles were examined in real time by VDAM’s onboard array, uploading bits of data on this creature’s strain of infestation.
Both watched; the infestor, terrified, while the corporal was pleased. Everything below the knees was dissolved, too quickly to be properly felt. But the edges of fresh stumps lit up with a burning pleasure. The whole body was awash in tingly sensation. The infestor tried to crawl away, but soon even the arms were evaporated by the powerful laser. The thing’s head hit the ground with a THUMP.
The creature twitched, managed to roll over. It now gazed, blurry, up to the sky, as little more than a head with a rapidly dissolving torso. Thoughts too dim to contemplate its fate, it stared up at the gray blur and screeched. Carraway, meanwhile, took a moment to appreciate VDAM’s grace.
A third light tore through the air, and this one outright annihilated. Everything went white, then black, as the white hot spray of energy exploded the infestor with sizzling plasma.
FWOOOSH!
SIGNAL LOST.
Carraway loved reading those two words. Then in a blink, she was back in her own body. She muttered, after taking a moment to reel from the experience.
“…She’s ready.”
Then, Carraway smirked. “Let’s get her topped up before we head to the field. I’m sure we have plenty of infestor ‘biofuel’…”
"Her stats all look clear," Carraway twiddled, then dismissed the HUD with a flick of her wrist. Her sharp canine ears twitched: she heard the sound of the aero's engine thrumming. That baby had a lotta horsepower to go with the firepower, which brought a smile to her little muzzle whenever she heard the aero-woman rev up.
Yeah, VDAM was a fully sapient synthetic, because nowadays even washing machines are smart. And y’know, can’t leave everything up to some guy in a basement tugging a joystick.
"...Let 'er at 'em." The Corporal clasped her hands behind her back as she gazed towards the sky. It was beautiful, but artificial; they were really standing in a bunker deep beneath the earth, the smell of mildew thankfully masked by AR. It was one of the last places to go in the wake of the infestation, but enough of that. Let's see what she's got.
SCHWIIING!
Before the sound even reached Carraway's ears, VDAM ripped through the air. The aeromorph was a gray blur, a howling winged shape that soared in the distance. The artificial environment had tree cover, so Carraway made it transparent with a wave of her hand. A wireframe grid loomed beneath the diving synthetic soldier, who already spotted her mark.
"Target acquired," VDAM assured over comms, and this delighted Carraway to hear. Even better was the hiss of VDAM's weapon bay opening right up... It was a genital slit, which let a large black cannon of a cock flop free. The length reached full stiffness with a quickness, as it emitted a prefire laser. The filament of light locked onto an absolutely vile creature... One of the infestors.
None were quite alike, because it was a rapidly-evolving strain. But they were all spiky, scaly, toothy. This one was only partly turned, so it still had the shape of a person, but no other resemblance. The thing lurched around on all fours bereft of reason, it lugged around a pendulous cock and balls to go with heaving breasts, which were all overflowing reservoirs of infestation. It seemed to suss out that there was a threat, because its claws dug into the ground. Then it ended up in the crosshairs of the emission of light.
But the corporal wanted a better POV of the action.
Carraway shifted her azure eyes around in her sockets, and now she saw out of the infestor's gaze. Fancy thing, augmented reality; they had this dumb monster bugged with every kinda sensor. So, at this moment, Carraway could feel every one of this creature's senses as her own. Not that it was pleasant... Everything was sticky, slimy. Bitterness on that tongue. These ears were swimming in noise and slime. These eyes were blurry beneath some kind of ichor. And now the whole body seized up, enveloped by light and… Pleasure?
So, normally if you were hit by the prefire emission, your hairs would stand on end and cling together like plastic wrap. You’d taste batteries on your tongue. Feel like ants crawling up your body. The air would feel heavy, and you'd hear crackling noise. Tingles would surge up your spine, as a static charge builds in your body. That's because your ass is getting bombarded by ions carried on a ray of light. Carraway, in the infestor’s body, felt all of this. But it also felt damn good, fuzzy, warm, tingly. This was because every inch of the infestor’s form was erogenous.
Now, you ought to know that the infestation targets the nerves, just like rabies or cold sores. But not quite. It also fucks with the proteins of your nerve endings and folds 'em all into pleasure receptors. That means you're stuck with a buncha horny fuck-zombies that can mutate damn quickly, because it's a rapidly-evolving strain, after all.
‘We’re in,’ Carraway thought, as the body stiffened up. The infestor’s muscles locked with spasms. Its body trembled, then trembles became convulsions. Outright squirming, gurgling, howling as it spewed its fluids all over the holo-grass. The dumb thing was paralyzed by alternating current. Nerves went haywire and eyes rolled back.
Carraway struggled to hold on, because she felt every spasm as her own. The sensors were freaking out. Everything was awash in a white glow. But things held together long enough for a second ejaculation of energy to cut a path across the ground, rapidly converging onto the infestor.
‘Here it comes…’
Carraway, as the infestor, darted eyes towards the second light, but they could barely see. Yet they felt it, heard it.
SCHOOOOM!
The second stream of light traced arcs across the periphery of their body, starting with the legs. The light danced back and forth, nipping at claws then toes, vaporizing them. A grid of lights formed across the infestor’s body as it was being disintegrated. Imagine a 3D printer working in reverse, dematerializing tiny slices of infestor, which dispersed as vapor. These particles were examined in real time by VDAM’s onboard array, uploading bits of data on this creature’s strain of infestation.
Both watched; the infestor, terrified, while the corporal was pleased. Everything below the knees was dissolved, too quickly to be properly felt. But the edges of fresh stumps lit up with a burning pleasure. The whole body was awash in tingly sensation. The infestor tried to crawl away, but soon even the arms were evaporated by the powerful laser. The thing’s head hit the ground with a THUMP.
The creature twitched, managed to roll over. It now gazed, blurry, up to the sky, as little more than a head with a rapidly dissolving torso. Thoughts too dim to contemplate its fate, it stared up at the gray blur and screeched. Carraway, meanwhile, took a moment to appreciate VDAM’s grace.
A third light tore through the air, and this one outright annihilated. Everything went white, then black, as the white hot spray of energy exploded the infestor with sizzling plasma.
FWOOOSH!
SIGNAL LOST.
Carraway loved reading those two words. Then in a blink, she was back in her own body. She muttered, after taking a moment to reel from the experience.
“…She’s ready.”
Then, Carraway smirked. “Let’s get her topped up before we head to the field. I’m sure we have plenty of infestor ‘biofuel’…”
