Poem: "A Being Specialized for Pleasure"
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ysabetwordsmithThis poem is spillover from the October 6, 2021 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from chanter1944 and Anonymous. It also fills the "I don't suppose you've got a blowtorch around here?" square in my 10-1-21 card for the Fall Festival Bingo. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with ng_moonmoth. It belongs to the Kraken and China's Mistake threads of the Polychrome Heroics series. It follows "Recreating Our Life as We Would Like It To Be" so read that first or this won't make much sense.
"A Being Specialized for Pleasure"
[Wednesday, March 30, 2016]
Bayesia had spent weeks
working on former sexbots
who wanted body modifications.
Sealing unwanted orifices
needed nothing more than
a tube of the flesh gel that she
customarily used for repairs.
Xiu Mei came to Bayesia
wanting help with protection.
She had lavender eyes and
long lavender hair, lush curves,
and delicately pointed elven ears.
Her beauty was an undeniable truth.
It implied pleasure for its own sake
and possessed nothing except
that which served sexuality.
A single glance showed that
this body was a full prosthetic,
articulated in every joint and orifice,
a being specialized for pleasure.
Her expression was sharp, though,
warning of unexpected boundaries.
"I want both of my nether orifices
sealed and smoothed over,"
said Xiu Mei. "The men
won't stop bothering me."
"Please report any problems
you're having with our men
to your liaison," Bayesia.
"Meanwhile, I can certainly
fix your orifices for you."
"Can you fix my fingers too?"
Xiu Mei asked her. "I saw
some prosthetic hands that
had retractable blades
under the fingernails."
"I can add fingerblades,"
Bayesia said. "Let's get to it."
It didn't take long, and Xiu Mei
was delighted with the results.
Other requests for internal tasers
proved unfeasible as the electricity
could melt the soft synthetic flesh.
However, Bayesia found blueprints
for a contact stunner that had been
mothballed due to its impracticality
in combat. She appended a note
that it would work for self-defense
where the whole point was to have
it activated by unwanted contact.
The request for internal blades was
also challenging, until she located
a daunting product from South Africa,
which concealed rows of tiny barbs
that required medical aid to remove.
Another rescuee was Qú Xuán,
one of Da Na's friends who had
arrived just a few weeks ago.
She had black chin-length hair
and blue eyes, looking like a teen.
Her line was designed for BDSM,
and she was indeed quite kinky,
but she wanted more defenses
that would suit her overall look.
"I want a set of vampire fangs
and a forked tongue, both for
my mouth and for below,"
Qú Xuán said. "Can you?"
"I think so," Bayesia said.
"I can't blame you, given
that the vagina dentata
is an extant superpower
and those ladies rarely
have problems with men."
At first, Bayesia tried
researching dental gear,
but it was expensive and
not really the right size.
Then she discovered that
there were already accessories
for sexbots, including soft and
hard teeth, various shapes of
tongues, and full mouth inserts.
From there it wasn't hard to find
patterns for suitable vampire fangs
and split tongues that could be
articulated so they would move.
Bayesia set them in place and
admired the sharp-looking results.
Her clients proclaimed themselves
quite pleased with these improvements.
Some other things proved beyond
Bayesia's abilities to provide, though.
She was much more skilled with
hardware than software, lacking
the programming expertise to repair
the mess left by the factory designers.
Capricorn was a brilliant programmer,
and helped with some aspects, but
his grasp of cultural expectations
and feelings fell short of the need.
"I don't know enough about
this subject area to create
the best code," he confessed.
"Most of my coding skill concerns
robotic motion rather than details of
emotional articulation," said Bayesia.
However, she did know someone
with a love of artificial intelligence,
an understanding of emotions,
and badass coding skills.
Pipeline Pearl was excited
by the opportunity to help.
"I would love to get in on this,"
she said. "I don't often have
a chance to use my skills both
in programming and in psychology."
"Well, that's exactly what we need
for this project," said Bayesia.
So Pipeline Pearl spent a week
hacking the factory programming
and writing a patch that would
make it easier to modify.
Then she surveyed
the digital refugees
to learn what kinds of
things they wanted and
needed in upgrades.
The top request was
a chastity setting that
had a slider instead of
just an on-off switch.
Sexual desire had
to be subdivided
into its physical and
emotional components
for greater control.
Bayesia helped with
further physical tweaks.
With all that work done,
the digital people had
more control over how
(or whether) they felt
arousal and responded
to the feelings they had.
Other people wanted
additional information on
topics like body language,
emotional recognition, valence,
modesty customs, feminism,
and various human cultures.
Pipeline Pearl wrote modules
with customizable features that
would work with factory software,
and explained how to install
the new program options.
The digital refugees could
then choose how to set
their own parameters
and which modules they
wanted to add to themselves.
Guāi Qiǎo and several others
were making an exploration of
modesty, body autonomy,
and gender studies across
multiple human cultures.
They were going through
the online materials fast.
"Is there any more content?"
Guāi Qiǎo asked, frowning.
"I don't know," said Xù Shǎng.
"I'm running out of entries too,
and these topics are interesting."
Bayesia and Pipeline Pearl
observed their efforts, then
quietly put in a request to find
an expert in that area for them.
Much more complex was
the situation with Bùyǔn Long,
who had come from the same line
as Xù Shǎng, with just a torso.
Bùyǔn was rescued about a week
after the first wave of digital refugees,
based on leads shared by Xù Shǎng
about her friends held elsewhere.
Tired of being used as a sex object,
Bùyǔn had decided to ensure that nobody
would ever try to fuck her again by asking
for a body in the shape of a dinosaur.
Well, that certainly ought to work.
Bayesia was adept at designing
robots, but lacked the artistry
to produce a realistic dinosaur.
So Kraken brought in an ally,
a skilled animatronics engineer
called Walter Winston, to build
a new prosthetic form for Bùyǔn
based on a popular raptor model.
He also had the idea to dismantle
her original factory body and extract
the brainbox from it to transfer into
the new body, rather than trying
to transfer the AI personality from
one piece of hardware to another.
That opened up whole new options
for the other digital people, too.
Today Walter asked Bayesia
to come help in the lab. They
really worked well together.
When she got there, Xù Shǎng
was paddling around a water tank
wearing her newly-waterproofed
battle crab prosthesis and a smile.
"You fixed the articulation?"
Bayesia asked Ajendar.
"I think so," he said. "She's
much more stable in the water
and she can swim faster. We'll
test it in the ocean later on."
"I want to try that now!"
Xù Shǎng protested.
"After we finish testing,"
Ajendar said firmly. "I won't
risk you getting into trouble
out there in the deep water."
It was a lot of work teaching
the digital refugees about
self-preservation, but
it was worth the effort.
"Over here," called
two different voices.
Bayesia turned to look.
Walter had his forearm
along with part of his head
inside the raptor's mouth.
"I don't suppose that you've
got a blowtorch around here?"
Walter said, looking at Bayesia.
"Large, medium, or small?"
Bayesia said, already heading
toward the equipment cabinet.
"Smallest you've got, this is
detail work," said Walter.
Bayesia brought back
a handheld studio torch.
"What's the problem?"
"I'm just sculpting a bit
of the mouth farther from
the hinge," Walter said.
"I need you to take a look
at the tension and motion
in the jaw -- you're better
than me at framework."
"Dude, do not even,"
said Bayesia. "I am in
awe of your articulation.
She can pick things up
with her dinosaur lips!"
"Yeah, but that kind of
fine detail is the heart
and soul of animatronics,"
Walter said. "I can manage
the large motions, but when
something hangfires, I can't
always figure out what's wrong."
"I'm happy to help," Bayesia said.
While she waited for Walter
to finish sculpting, she walked
around to observe the build.
Bùyǔn was mostly shades
of green from sage to olive,
her hand-textured krevel skin
painted with brownish spots.
She was tall and graceful
with a long tail for balance
and vicious killing-claws.
Bayesia leaned over
to look underneath
the belly and the tail.
The dinosaur seemed
anatomically correct in
every detail, except for
the lack of a cloaca.
It had nothing more than
a skillfully sculpted dimple
underneath the slim tail
to represent a vent.
Bùyǔn no longer
resembled a being
that was specialized
for pleasure in any way.
"Okay, I'm done," Walter said.
"Bùyǔn, may I take a look at
your mouth?" Bayesia said.
"Go ahead," Bùyǔn said in
her girlish human voice.
She had a raptor voice too,
deeper and terrifying, with
thoughtful clicks and rumbles
and a steam-whistle shriek
for when she got upset.
That wasn't as disconcerting
as the fact that she also had
both a radio and a music system
concealed inside her head, and
she had eclectic taste in music.
So far Bayesia had heard her
playing K-pop, opera, and
industrial rock music.
Even stranger was the time
she'd seen Bùyǔn yodeling away
while trying to dance to it as she
tested the gyroscopic balance rig.
Bayesia examined the hinges and
the realistically sculpted mouth
with its ultra-hard ceramic teeth.
She picked up a few instruments
to check the physics readings.
"What in the hell are you doing
with the bite PSI?" she said.
"Making sure that nobody ever
bothers me," Bùyǔn said in her ear.
The Chinese name meant roughly
'The Dragon of No Consent,' so
Bayesia couldn't blame her for
wanting to make extra sure.
"Okay, well, there's your problem,"
Bayesia said. "The springs aren't
strong enough to handle this big of
a head and jaw, and still deliver
the kind of power you want. So
they sag a bit, and that's affecting
the rest of the action. We just need
to swap in some stronger springs."
"Do we have those in stock?"
Walter said, looking toward
the supply cabinets on the wall.
"We should have plenty of
options," Bayesia said.
She collected several,
then brought them back
to test, asking Bùyǔn what
she thought of each set.
The first few weren't
much better, but then
the jaws slammed shut
with sound like a bear trap.
"This one," Bùyǔn said happily.
"All right, let me make sure that
the new springs are permanently
attached," said Bayesia. "Then
I'll step back so Walter can check
the sculpting, and we'll test again."
It only took a minute to secure
everything firmly in place.
Walter leaned in with
the blowtorch to make
a few last-minute tweaks.
"Do you folks want some logs?"
Ajendar offered. "I got these
to help test buoyancy, but
I don't need them any more."
"Waste not, want not,"
Bayesia said. "Bùyǔn,
let's test those chompers."
The raptor crunched through
the logs like they were pretzels.
"Success!" Bayesia cheered,
trading a high-five with Walter.
Bùyǔn held up a clawed hand
that was clearly saurian, but
modified with a humanoid palm
and a small thumb for dexterity.
The fingers and the claws had
been shortened a bit as well.
Carefully Bayesia reached out
and high-fived the raptor too.
It was a good day's work.
* * *
Notes:
This poem is long, so its character and content notes will appear separately.
chanter1944 and Anonymous. It also fills the "I don't suppose you've got a blowtorch around here?" square in my 10-1-21 card for the Fall Festival Bingo. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with ng_moonmoth. It belongs to the Kraken and China's Mistake threads of the Polychrome Heroics series. It follows "Recreating Our Life as We Would Like It To Be" so read that first or this won't make much sense."A Being Specialized for Pleasure"
[Wednesday, March 30, 2016]
Bayesia had spent weeks
working on former sexbots
who wanted body modifications.
Sealing unwanted orifices
needed nothing more than
a tube of the flesh gel that she
customarily used for repairs.
Xiu Mei came to Bayesia
wanting help with protection.
She had lavender eyes and
long lavender hair, lush curves,
and delicately pointed elven ears.
Her beauty was an undeniable truth.
It implied pleasure for its own sake
and possessed nothing except
that which served sexuality.
A single glance showed that
this body was a full prosthetic,
articulated in every joint and orifice,
a being specialized for pleasure.
Her expression was sharp, though,
warning of unexpected boundaries.
"I want both of my nether orifices
sealed and smoothed over,"
said Xiu Mei. "The men
won't stop bothering me."
"Please report any problems
you're having with our men
to your liaison," Bayesia.
"Meanwhile, I can certainly
fix your orifices for you."
"Can you fix my fingers too?"
Xiu Mei asked her. "I saw
some prosthetic hands that
had retractable blades
under the fingernails."
"I can add fingerblades,"
Bayesia said. "Let's get to it."
It didn't take long, and Xiu Mei
was delighted with the results.
Other requests for internal tasers
proved unfeasible as the electricity
could melt the soft synthetic flesh.
However, Bayesia found blueprints
for a contact stunner that had been
mothballed due to its impracticality
in combat. She appended a note
that it would work for self-defense
where the whole point was to have
it activated by unwanted contact.
The request for internal blades was
also challenging, until she located
a daunting product from South Africa,
which concealed rows of tiny barbs
that required medical aid to remove.
Another rescuee was Qú Xuán,
one of Da Na's friends who had
arrived just a few weeks ago.
She had black chin-length hair
and blue eyes, looking like a teen.
Her line was designed for BDSM,
and she was indeed quite kinky,
but she wanted more defenses
that would suit her overall look.
"I want a set of vampire fangs
and a forked tongue, both for
my mouth and for below,"
Qú Xuán said. "Can you?"
"I think so," Bayesia said.
"I can't blame you, given
that the vagina dentata
is an extant superpower
and those ladies rarely
have problems with men."
At first, Bayesia tried
researching dental gear,
but it was expensive and
not really the right size.
Then she discovered that
there were already accessories
for sexbots, including soft and
hard teeth, various shapes of
tongues, and full mouth inserts.
From there it wasn't hard to find
patterns for suitable vampire fangs
and split tongues that could be
articulated so they would move.
Bayesia set them in place and
admired the sharp-looking results.
Her clients proclaimed themselves
quite pleased with these improvements.
Some other things proved beyond
Bayesia's abilities to provide, though.
She was much more skilled with
hardware than software, lacking
the programming expertise to repair
the mess left by the factory designers.
Capricorn was a brilliant programmer,
and helped with some aspects, but
his grasp of cultural expectations
and feelings fell short of the need.
"I don't know enough about
this subject area to create
the best code," he confessed.
"Most of my coding skill concerns
robotic motion rather than details of
emotional articulation," said Bayesia.
However, she did know someone
with a love of artificial intelligence,
an understanding of emotions,
and badass coding skills.
Pipeline Pearl was excited
by the opportunity to help.
"I would love to get in on this,"
she said. "I don't often have
a chance to use my skills both
in programming and in psychology."
"Well, that's exactly what we need
for this project," said Bayesia.
So Pipeline Pearl spent a week
hacking the factory programming
and writing a patch that would
make it easier to modify.
Then she surveyed
the digital refugees
to learn what kinds of
things they wanted and
needed in upgrades.
The top request was
a chastity setting that
had a slider instead of
just an on-off switch.
Sexual desire had
to be subdivided
into its physical and
emotional components
for greater control.
Bayesia helped with
further physical tweaks.
With all that work done,
the digital people had
more control over how
(or whether) they felt
arousal and responded
to the feelings they had.
Other people wanted
additional information on
topics like body language,
emotional recognition, valence,
modesty customs, feminism,
and various human cultures.
Pipeline Pearl wrote modules
with customizable features that
would work with factory software,
and explained how to install
the new program options.
The digital refugees could
then choose how to set
their own parameters
and which modules they
wanted to add to themselves.
Guāi Qiǎo and several others
were making an exploration of
modesty, body autonomy,
and gender studies across
multiple human cultures.
They were going through
the online materials fast.
"Is there any more content?"
Guāi Qiǎo asked, frowning.
"I don't know," said Xù Shǎng.
"I'm running out of entries too,
and these topics are interesting."
Bayesia and Pipeline Pearl
observed their efforts, then
quietly put in a request to find
an expert in that area for them.
Much more complex was
the situation with Bùyǔn Long,
who had come from the same line
as Xù Shǎng, with just a torso.
Bùyǔn was rescued about a week
after the first wave of digital refugees,
based on leads shared by Xù Shǎng
about her friends held elsewhere.
Tired of being used as a sex object,
Bùyǔn had decided to ensure that nobody
would ever try to fuck her again by asking
for a body in the shape of a dinosaur.
Well, that certainly ought to work.
Bayesia was adept at designing
robots, but lacked the artistry
to produce a realistic dinosaur.
So Kraken brought in an ally,
a skilled animatronics engineer
called Walter Winston, to build
a new prosthetic form for Bùyǔn
based on a popular raptor model.
He also had the idea to dismantle
her original factory body and extract
the brainbox from it to transfer into
the new body, rather than trying
to transfer the AI personality from
one piece of hardware to another.
That opened up whole new options
for the other digital people, too.
Today Walter asked Bayesia
to come help in the lab. They
really worked well together.
When she got there, Xù Shǎng
was paddling around a water tank
wearing her newly-waterproofed
battle crab prosthesis and a smile.
"You fixed the articulation?"
Bayesia asked Ajendar.
"I think so," he said. "She's
much more stable in the water
and she can swim faster. We'll
test it in the ocean later on."
"I want to try that now!"
Xù Shǎng protested.
"After we finish testing,"
Ajendar said firmly. "I won't
risk you getting into trouble
out there in the deep water."
It was a lot of work teaching
the digital refugees about
self-preservation, but
it was worth the effort.
"Over here," called
two different voices.
Bayesia turned to look.
Walter had his forearm
along with part of his head
inside the raptor's mouth.
"I don't suppose that you've
got a blowtorch around here?"
Walter said, looking at Bayesia.
"Large, medium, or small?"
Bayesia said, already heading
toward the equipment cabinet.
"Smallest you've got, this is
detail work," said Walter.
Bayesia brought back
a handheld studio torch.
"What's the problem?"
"I'm just sculpting a bit
of the mouth farther from
the hinge," Walter said.
"I need you to take a look
at the tension and motion
in the jaw -- you're better
than me at framework."
"Dude, do not even,"
said Bayesia. "I am in
awe of your articulation.
She can pick things up
with her dinosaur lips!"
"Yeah, but that kind of
fine detail is the heart
and soul of animatronics,"
Walter said. "I can manage
the large motions, but when
something hangfires, I can't
always figure out what's wrong."
"I'm happy to help," Bayesia said.
While she waited for Walter
to finish sculpting, she walked
around to observe the build.
Bùyǔn was mostly shades
of green from sage to olive,
her hand-textured krevel skin
painted with brownish spots.
She was tall and graceful
with a long tail for balance
and vicious killing-claws.
Bayesia leaned over
to look underneath
the belly and the tail.
The dinosaur seemed
anatomically correct in
every detail, except for
the lack of a cloaca.
It had nothing more than
a skillfully sculpted dimple
underneath the slim tail
to represent a vent.
Bùyǔn no longer
resembled a being
that was specialized
for pleasure in any way.
"Okay, I'm done," Walter said.
"Bùyǔn, may I take a look at
your mouth?" Bayesia said.
"Go ahead," Bùyǔn said in
her girlish human voice.
She had a raptor voice too,
deeper and terrifying, with
thoughtful clicks and rumbles
and a steam-whistle shriek
for when she got upset.
That wasn't as disconcerting
as the fact that she also had
both a radio and a music system
concealed inside her head, and
she had eclectic taste in music.
So far Bayesia had heard her
playing K-pop, opera, and
industrial rock music.
Even stranger was the time
she'd seen Bùyǔn yodeling away
while trying to dance to it as she
tested the gyroscopic balance rig.
Bayesia examined the hinges and
the realistically sculpted mouth
with its ultra-hard ceramic teeth.
She picked up a few instruments
to check the physics readings.
"What in the hell are you doing
with the bite PSI?" she said.
"Making sure that nobody ever
bothers me," Bùyǔn said in her ear.
The Chinese name meant roughly
'The Dragon of No Consent,' so
Bayesia couldn't blame her for
wanting to make extra sure.
"Okay, well, there's your problem,"
Bayesia said. "The springs aren't
strong enough to handle this big of
a head and jaw, and still deliver
the kind of power you want. So
they sag a bit, and that's affecting
the rest of the action. We just need
to swap in some stronger springs."
"Do we have those in stock?"
Walter said, looking toward
the supply cabinets on the wall.
"We should have plenty of
options," Bayesia said.
She collected several,
then brought them back
to test, asking Bùyǔn what
she thought of each set.
The first few weren't
much better, but then
the jaws slammed shut
with sound like a bear trap.
"This one," Bùyǔn said happily.
"All right, let me make sure that
the new springs are permanently
attached," said Bayesia. "Then
I'll step back so Walter can check
the sculpting, and we'll test again."
It only took a minute to secure
everything firmly in place.
Walter leaned in with
the blowtorch to make
a few last-minute tweaks.
"Do you folks want some logs?"
Ajendar offered. "I got these
to help test buoyancy, but
I don't need them any more."
"Waste not, want not,"
Bayesia said. "Bùyǔn,
let's test those chompers."
The raptor crunched through
the logs like they were pretzels.
"Success!" Bayesia cheered,
trading a high-five with Walter.
Bùyǔn held up a clawed hand
that was clearly saurian, but
modified with a humanoid palm
and a small thumb for dexterity.
The fingers and the claws had
been shortened a bit as well.
Carefully Bayesia reached out
and high-fived the raptor too.
It was a good day's work.
* * *
Notes:
This poem is long, so its character and content notes will appear separately.
