The Last One

The dangers of thinking machines.

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The Last One


"The Last One"
 


"XJ-427, you are cleared to land. Please follow the landing 
beacons.
Welcome to Cygnus." I put the ship on autopilot and strapped myself 
into
the gravity couch. The ship took me in for a rather nice landing to 
a port
by the sea, and the couch released me. Norman, my android, gathered 
up
all the tools and we exited the ship.
We were met by our local representative on the planet, a man by 
the
name of Jerrod. "Welcome to Cygnus, Mister Shrike," he greeted me. I 
responded
in kind. 
"Central tells me you're having trouble," I began the 
conversation.
"Do you know if it's a hardware issue or a software issue?"
"Trouble? Oh, heavens, no, no trouble at all. To be honest, I 
was wondering
why you were dispatched here."
"I got a call from Central. You're sure there's no problems 
here?"
"As far as I know. Here, let's go on into town. Perhaps they're 
aware
of problems I'm not." He led me and Norman off to a waiting car for 
the
short journey to New Melbourne. I glanced around. This truly was a 
nice
world - everyone seemed to be happy and healthy. I didn't see a dour 
expression
in the whole lot, and Jerrod wore a smile at all times. 
We arrived at the HQ and I insepected the error logs. They 
seemed okay,
so I decided to check in with headquarters. I sent the missive off, 
inquiring
as to what the problem on Cygnus was supposed to be. It would take 
twelve
hours to get a reply, so I had some time to kill. Really, I was just 
tired,
so I had Jerrod take Norman and I to the room Central should have 
had reserved
for me.
Once inside I was a little tired and pretty horny. I locked the 
door
and got naked. "Norman," I called.
Norman began peeling off his clothing. I had had him adjusted 
especially
for me - a very muscular appearance, deep voice, large functional 
penis
for when I felt like being on the bottom. He was a capable 
assisstant at
work, too, one of the new superior reasoning models. They were 
programmed
to do what was best for their owner, as far as they could calculate. 
I
had taught him to be a pretty good lover, and as he slid in and out 
of
me I thanked my resource budget for allowing me to claim him as a 
business
expense.
When I was sated I rolled over to sleep. "I will make contact 
with
Central on this planet, with your permission," Norman asked. I said 
sure.
The androids needed to periodically update data from current 
databases
as part of their reasoning system, and did so from a central 
location in
a particular region. As only this part of Cygnus was settled, there 
was
only one machine. I passed out while he did his thing, standing 
naked in
the center of the room, eyes closed. 







I checked my message log the next day. What I saw was rather 
disturbing
- I saw Jerrod, looking very nervous, describing that the androids 
were
acting in an unusual manner, and he worried that they needed 
maintenance.
His transmission was cut off due to atmospheric interference. 
I showered and when I got out, Norman said that I was to meet 
Mr. Jerrod
at the local hospital. I thought that odd. Apparently it had 
something
to do with a physical; Jerrod hadn't known it was required or 
something
equally dumb. Norman said it was, so I let him drive.
When we arrived at the hospital, a handsome droid directed 
Norman and
I to an examination room. Norman told me he would perform the 
necessary
tests; he had learned how last night. I stripped down. He took some 
blood,
did the usual stuff - blood pressure, reflexes, all that. He left 
the room
for a few moments while he waited on the results of the blood tests, 
and
a pair of androids came in with a stretcher. They took out a needle 
and
stuck me with something; I didn't bother asking what until I felt 
groggy.
"It is a sedative to keep you docile during the surgery."
"Wha...what surgery?"
"You are to be neutered."
"Why?" I couldn't muster the energy to be pissed, but I was 
mildly
worried.
"It is best for you." Was this why Jerrod had made that call? 
Androids
were programmed to ensure that humans were happy, that they always 
did
what was best for humans. I recalled the command words.
"Output...logical reasoning...to concept..."why am I to be 
neutered...?"
The effort was immense.
They were now strapping me to a table but spoke. "Basic 
principle of
action: Do what is best for human. Observation: Sexual tension, 
disease,
emotional conflict result from sexual desire. Beneficial aspects: 
short
lived pleasure. Pleasure is available from other sources. 
Reproduction
is possible from other means. Negative aspects to conclusion: 
depression.
Negative aspects can be repaired using minor brain surgery. 
Conclusion:
Humanity would be best served by having its sexuality removed. 
Instantiate
principle to this human. Therefore, you are to be neutered."







By this time we had made it to the operating room. Here I saw 
Norman
again, now in the garb of a medical droid, preparing something. The 
other
two lathered my groin and head with shaving cream and methodically 
removed
all hair from those areas. I simply lay, limp, on the table, unable 
to
really do anything due to the sedative coursing through me. Norman 
finished
what he was doing and pulled some stirrups down from the ceiling. 
The two
assistants placed my feet in them, hoising my legs into the air and 
spreading
them wide. I felt the catheter go in, knew exactly what was to 
happen,
but was calm.





 


They first put a tight ring around the neck of my scrotum, a 
staple
almost, and cut my testicles off with a quick thwip of the scalpel. 
They
fell into a waiting bag and were quickly disposed of. 







Dealing with my cock was more involved. Norman first cut away 
the outside
part of it going around the catheter, and pulled it off gently. I 
couldn't
really see much as my chest got in the way, but I could see and 
dully feel
Norman dig the interior part of my dick out of my abdomen, and felt 
the
prick as he made a new pisshole. They took a few minutes to fix 
everything
up down there and cleaned me off.
All the droids changed gloves and gowns and resterilized 
themselves.
I wondered what more they would do to me. As it happened, I didn't 
wonder
long as they stuck me with a needle and I quickly dropped off to 
sleep.





 



I awoke back in my hotel room. My memory of the surgery and the 
hospital
was a little groggy, but I quickly remembered what had happened. I 
sat
up, nude on the side of the bed, and looked at myself in the mirror. 
My
genitals were completely gone; instead of a penis I had a row of 
stitches
and a plastic tube coming out from between my legs. They had regrown 
the
hair on my head, but it never grew again elsewhere. I could feel 
stitches
in my head as well.
What you may have trouble believing is that I didn't (and don't) 
mind
it at all. The androids really are right about not having a 
sexuality;
it's much nicer. I was worried when he first interfaced with this 
planet's
central computer that you might resist the changes they've made, but 
it's
nice to see that you're not struggling. You're one of the last ones!