This existence is not real, and information deceives it

[longlasting]

It's taken him so long to finally get what he needed.

Even with the power, money, and resources Ouroboros has, so many things have remained just out of their reach. It took quite a while to come up with a back-up plan, and even longer to make sure the back-up plan would run as smoothly as the first should have.

The technology was certainly there. They had plenty of prototypes Adam was free to experiment on, and it wasn't like he'd be finished if he destroyed them all. He had his parents' blueprints and journals to help him develop an android with all the capabilities he'll need in a slave.

He even developed some unique technology of his own. Ouroboros may not be able to capture Kotetsu himself, but his DNA? That was simple. From there, it was quite easy to make a proper synthetic skin and hair.

When it was all finished, Adam had to admit what he had was worth the wait. The android before him was a marvel of robotics. The wires connected to it were analyzing the specifications of his strength, intelligence, speed... they were all far past those of a human. But despite that, it would follow Adam's commands to the letter. And all that obedient power was sealed within the spitting image of Kotetsu Kaburagi. Looking at him on the table now, still offline... he almost looks like he's sleeping.

Almost.

After a few more minutes of running through protocols, there's nothing left to do but try the activation. There's a switch at the back of its neck, a small indent he digs his finger into. After a moment, there's a soft beep, a gentle whirring, and then H-13 is fully activated.

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[darkerstripes]

He wants to meet every expectation Adam has for him. No, he wants to exceed expectations. He will stretch his wires and circuits to the limit to make it happen. He knows that the same as he knows what he is and who he was made for. It is a simple fact.

He waits for the signal, and then beings. He shoots rapidly, forming a semi-circle just a little north and west of the bulls-eye. He frowns for a moment, readjusts his stance based on some calculations of the gun and his body, and begins again.

It clusters right at the center.

All along he responds clearly and formally, unhesitating. He pauses his answering only long enough to swap weapons and swiftly calculate a new stance for each.

Something new he hasn't experienced before is starting to form in him again, and he wonders what it might be. Pride? It could be pride. He is doing well and he knows it.

[longlasting]

So far, he is more than meeting expectations. He is doing impeccably. His shooting, at first, is a little less than perfect. It's enough to get a frown from Adam as well. But then moments later, he's found the perfect stance, and he's cycling through every type of gun without wavering.

In among those various questions are other questions. These are more simple than mathematical equations or testing of knowledge. But Adam considers them almost more important.

"Who is your master?"

"Who do you obey above all else?"

"What will you do for me?"

He knows H-13 is devoted. He knows he is programmed to unwaveringly obey him. But... still, he must hear it. He moves closer to the shooting range.

[darkerstripes]

The pride in him swells and grows. It is a humble pride, pride for his Master, knowing that he will reflect well on him, but pride nonetheless. He is doing very well, perfectly. He must be pleasing Adam this way.

All of his answers are confident and solid. The answers to the interspersed others is... almost emotional, if you could believe it.

"You, Adam, are my Master."

"I obey you above any and all."

"I will do anything for you."

Each time he responds, something sparks to life in his circuitry. Something desperate and longing and devoted. He reaches the end of the cartridge for the final firearm and sets it down gracefully, turning in parade rest to face Adam for his next order.

[longlasting]

Adam can feel something sparking to life in him as well. Every answer makes his heart somehow skip a beat. Everything he's saying so something he's so desperately wanted Kotetsu to say to him. And now here's a being with Kotetsu's voice, proclaiming his utter devotion to him.

It's not real. It's not the real Kotetsu. But it feels so real that for a moment, Adam forgets, only love and affection and desperation filling him.

When H-13 turns to him, he puts a hand on the android's cheek, and his praise seems softer, more genuine than ever.

"Perfect... so perfect. You're perfect, Tiger."

He looks up with a smile into those eyes... those glowing red irises, so wrong, so imperfect...

He pulls his hand away.

[darkerstripes]

Just the act of proclaiming devotion made H-13's circuits feel alive. Made something new and strange he can't quite name open in his files and be set free.

Then the touch and the tone in his Master's voice, and he feels the odd desire to whimper. He swallows it back, merely feeling a tremble in the core of his chassis. The words hit him so hard, but so wonderfully. Perfect. He is perfect... Tiger. Not Wild Tiger, not him, no. But A Tiger. Adam's Tiger.

Then the hand leaves, and all that helpless trembling becomes ache. Did he do something wrong? He turns his head down, eyes cast to the floor in acceptance. He hurts. No blow to him was dealt, and he doesn't understand what just happened, but he hurts.

[longlasting]

He should feel so happy. He has a creation that is completely devoted to him. It listens to him without failure. It seems to almost want to be owned by Adam, even if that's impossible.

It's those eyes that make him remember. It's impossible. He... it doesn't want anything. It can't feel anything. It's not devoted, it's simply doing its job.

It may be a Tiger, but Adam's Tiger is almost pathetically fake. His hand curls into a fist. But Adam is trained in holding himself back.

"...Hand-to-hand combat is next. You will not make errors."

[darkerstripes]

Impossible, yes. It is impossible for an android, even of this capability and advanced AI to truly want. Emotions in him are programs meant to react to coded stimuli. Even this Tiger knows that.

So what is this horrible ache?

He keeps his eyes downcast, feeling as though he shouldn't look at Adam. Doesn't deserve the respect that eye contact entails.

"Yes, Master. I will not."

And he moves with incredible speed and accuracy, on the target almost instantly. Like he was fueled by anger or frustration as well as a simple necessity to obey.

[longlasting]

Adam may be more than experienced with robotics, but even he doesn't know the extent of his parents' work in robotics. The H systems had pieces of coding that were integral to the way they ran, coding he couldn't remove yet couldn't decipher.

But despite all that, he knows that even this advanced AI is not truly a real being. It doesn't even deserve his anger.

He watches in silence as Kotetsu rushes forward. He's stronger than Kotetsu, even if that stupid hero was using his Hundred Power. He's incredible.

So why is Adam still frowning?

[darkerstripes]

H-13, Tiger, may have beyond a cursory understanding of his own coding and blueprints, for the sake of maintenance, but he certainly doesn't know his own make-up as well as his creator. He is complex and incredible, all thanks to Adam. That is all he knows.

He doesn't understand why he was programmed with these reactions, though. These... emotions. What purpose do they serve? He will obey without them. Adam would want him to be able to display those emotions perhaps, to appear more convincing as a replica of Kotetsu... No, he shan't think on it too hard.

He tears through target after target as sensors take measurements on strength and endurance, speed and reaction time. He's flawless in all tests.

He can't look back at Adam. He just keeps going.

[longlasting]

If only it was all thanks to Adam. Then surely he wouldn't have failed in getting the eyes right, and he wouldn't have failed in understanding exactly how H-13 was working now.

But... everything should be fine. He's not doing anything out of the ordinary during these tests. He's done absolutely nothing wrong, nothing that he can control, anyways. Adam needs to calm down.

By the end of the exam, at least, he thinks he's gotten himself back under control, especially after admiring Tiger's efforts. There are barely shreds left of the training dummies. Adam gives a soft smile.

"You are certainly a wild animal, aren't you? You did very well. Come with me and we'll begin your final test."

He turns away from Tiger, allowing himself to feel a surge of adrenaline, gathering all his excitement from earlier for this moment.

[darkerstripes]

Everything appears perfect, ordinary, expected. None of the strange phenomena going on in H-13's system is measurable from the outside.

He completes the test and moves to stillness, breathing a little increased from the excitement of false combat, a very slight sheen on his bare chest. He is absolutely a wild animal, but that was part of the point, wasn't it?

There is finally something back in Adam's tone that seems good. Approval, perhaps. He fixed whatever he was doing wrong before, and that makes something relax in him. He doesn't fully turn to face Adam until his master is looking away, and beckons to him. He follows at a respectful distance, wondering what his final test may be.

[longlasting]

Something like emotion is hard enough to monitor, and Adam's flaw is that he's just a bit too analytical to see the signs. Why would he be looking for them anyways? He can't expect emotion from a bunch of wires and metal.

He doesn't look back to H-13 as he moves through various hallways, up stairs, and through doors. Eventually, he stops in front of a door that, if H-13 has been following his internal map, is recognizable as the master bedroom. Adam's bedroom.

He opens the doors without a word, walking forward to the bed.

"Close the doors and strip. You won't be needing any clothing now."

[darkerstripes]

He does follow his internal map, prepared to always be on the alert and always aware of everything he could possibly need in order to properly obey. He knows where he is headed and it surprises him greatly. Is he meant to guard his master as he sleeps? Is it nighttime? He thought his internal clock was functioning properly...

A rush of imitation adrenaline runs through his body all over again after his fight. He can't dare to assume or... or to hope. Could he? he feels his mouth go dry and all sorts of other reactions he doesn't feel capable of coping with start in his body.

"Yes, Master."

It isn't much of a process. All he's wearing are the slacks, and they are gone in seconds.

[longlasting]

He will be on guard during the evenings, of course, but Adam has far too much adrenaline in him to think about sleeping right now. He'd much rather do something fun. Something to distract him from the anger he feels that he was never able to bring Kotetsu over to his side.

He turns just in time to see H-13 strip, and his smirk widens. Even though there were only slacks on, seeing the android's bare body is far more appealing. He hooks a finger and beckons H-13 to his side, so he can run his hands over synthetic skin. It's not very seductive, but in fact almost clinical as he reaches H-13's cock and gives it a few testing strokes.

[darkerstripes]

This... situation was a possibility coded in his system. He knows he has capabilities for pleasure and physical touch, but there isn't anything in him that would assume. He is an object, a tool, a slave. Why would his talented, incredible master have any desire for him?

He approaches when beckoned, still a bit lost as to how to react. He wants to feel excited, honored, but he doesn't know if that would be presumptuous.

Even if the touch is clinical, it is more than H-13 has ever known in his short existence. Skin feels so incredible on skin, and the tension of the moment had him already starting toward arousal before Adam's hand touched him. Once purposeful, the pleasure activates in his system and spreads everywhere, starting a flush in his skin. A sound of pleasure he can't control exits his throat and he feels his hydraulics activating further, hardening him in Adam's hand.

[longlasting]

H-13 should have realized there was a reason for those capabilities. Adam doesn't do anything without a reason, especially not when it comes to something as serious as an android designed to kill.

What fun is it if he can't have a toy in the process?

Adam's smile only grows. It's incredible that the robot is reacting so naturally, it's odd that he can actually feel arousal, but the wires in his body do create quite the complex nerve system.

"We have two tests to take part in, so I'll offer you another choice," Adam whispers huskily, almost lazing stroking H-13's length while eyeing it like a hungry cat. "You can either let me ride you, or I will see if your opening is as flexible as a human's is."

[darkerstripes]

Of course his master wouldn't do anything without purpose, or reason, but his innate programming to obey and yield to him, to feel inferior, is fighting against any assumptions he might make.

Well, those assumptions are quickly becoming observable truths before H-13's eyes. Which are widening as the scene unfolds. He marvels at his own synthetic nervous system, the man-made sensory nerves that populate his synthetic skin. The flush is all fake and color-based, of course, him having no blood to speak of, but the sensations he feels are quite realistic and true to their model.

His breathing is picking up, and the pressure of this choice may be too much for him. "I do not have the data to calculate which order would bring you more pleasure, Master, but that is what I would prefer."

[longlasting]

Who said anything about him being an equal if he was allowed to be used sexually? Adam certainly didn't. He doesn't think using H-13 in this manner is going to make the android any less obedient. If anything, the way Adam acts when he's allowed to release his tension is only going to make H-13 feel more inferior.

He watches with a grin as H-13 gets more and more worked up, acting so much like Kotetsu would. He must truly be feeling something, even if it can't truly be anything like human pleasure.

His grin fades as he lets out a slight growl, digging his nails a little forcefully into H-13's hip.

"What would give me pleasure is having you follow my orders. I have no opinions on what will make me feel better."

What matters is that he's in control, which he doesn't doubt he is.

[darkerstripes]

If he did, he didn't mean to. He doesn't feel equal at all, simply.. above his station, to be receiving this kind of attention at all. It will almost definitely only make him more obedient, more attached.

The grin is good, it makes the spikes of pleasure stronger, and H-13 feels like he should be touching Adam as well, but he doesn't know if he should ask...

Especially since he's already made a mistake. Guilt grips his coding and shakes him around inside, even as the sharp dig of the fingernails seems to confuse his pain receptors into pleasure. "I am sorry, Master, I desire only to obey, I am sorry..." He closes his eyes against the moment, wondering how his calculations went wrong in that response. He wants to give... everything... He doesn't know what to do with this choice given to him.

He's absolutely in control, and H-13 is a little panicked.

[longlasting]

Well, H-13 may not be equal, but he is... something special. Surely it wouldn't hurt to encourage those feelings in him. He deserves to feel good once in a while, particularly if he's obedient. If he's a good little slave, then he can be a good little slut too.

The fierce glare doesn't let up, but his fingernails do stop their assault on synthetic skin.

"If you wish to obey, then obey. You are required to make a decision. You may flip a coin. I don't care."

He's so dismissive of the situation, a harsh reminder to H-13 that he doesn't really feel as much desire to receive everything that H-13 wants to give.

[darkerstripes]

Adam's rage softens a little from the apology, and H-13's panic abates. He is forgiven for his mistake, but he still needs to answer. He wants to be good, at everything Adam requests of him. If he is to be a servant, he will do that well. If he is to be a slut, well, he will learn that too.

He doesn't look at Adam's face. "Yes, Master," how does he word this, "I choose to be penetrated, first." He flushes a little darker at the admission. He feels particularly submissive and receptive, after his need to apologize, and while he would clearly be both in either configuration, being filled with Adam seems slightly more so.

[longlasting]

It's hard to remain angry at something with Kotetsu's face, even if it isn't a perfect copy. Adam understands that making decisions in front of someone meant to give the orders must be confusing, but Adam needs him to be able to handle that. H-13 will be handling a lot of Ouroboros' security, after all.

When he hears H-13 speak, he smiles again. "Excellent choice." A bit of praise, just to ensure H-13 won't make another foolish mistake again, before he moves his hands away. Instead he grabs H-13's wrists, and in a fluid movement, swings him around to fling him onto the bed.

[darkerstripes]

He could make decisions for anyone else in the whole world and not hesitate. With Adam it feels... wrong. His creator is supposed to tell him what to do and when. It is not his place to choose for Him, in any way. Except that Adam is asking this of him.

He breathes relief at the praise, happiness sparking in his wires. He did good, making a decision, not making Him wait.

Then, suddenly, he's being swung in an arc onto the bed. He feels it in slow motion, the workings of his system ready to react in a way that is defensible, as if this were combat. But it isn't. So he allows himself to be thrown, feeling more sparks of something in his chassis. Excitement? Fear? Pleasure?

He lands as well as he can manage without altering the course Adam set for him, watching though his hair for a sign of how to react.

[longlasting]

Adam is supposed to tell him what to do. And most of the time, he will. He actually isn't sure why he insisted on making H-13 choose now... maybe just an amusement, watching his new creation sweat in this desperate desire not to offend him.

It's nice, to be able to interact with someone who doesn't want to hurt him. Someone who fears him but desires him, instead of most of Sternbild, who just fear him.

He watches H-13 carefully, but the android doesn't try to retaliate. Good. He must be learning. He lands on his side, and Adam does the job of flipping him over onto his back, laying down against the android's body, now more sensually caressing his skin.

[darkerstripes]

H-13 cannot conceive of the idea of wanting to hurt Adam. It is impossible, it is unthinkable. Adam is absolutely everything. Creator, Master, Ward. He will protect and serve in every imaginable way.

They watch each other in that moment, creation as relaxed as he can be with the anticipation, and creator unpredictable and discerning.

He is turned, and he lets himself sink into the softness of the bed, a sound of pleasure rippling through him when he feels so much of Adam's skin against his. Warm, filled with life, comparatively soft as well. The touch affects him as well, sensual strokes over virgin skin. He gasps to feel it, wires going live with the activation of his senses. He doesn't even notice how he's arching into the touch.