Chapter 13

  Amos and Reva stepped into their opulent Penthouse suite, an apartment that immediately enveloped them in an intoxicating blend of luxury and warmth. This set of rooms stood in stark contrast to the one he had once called home on Othalla. For one, its expansive dimensions eclipsed the confined quarters allocated to him by the Asgard, offering a sense of freedom that was both exhilarating and comforting. The former abode, draped in muted greys and devoid of life, felt like a forgotten relic, its small stature reflecting the Asgard’s architectural choices that seemed ill-suited for human enjoyment. There, the colors were washed out, leaving the space uninviting, a dull landscape that left little room for inspiration.

  In striking contrast, the Asurans had crafted a sanctuary that spoke to the heights of both elegance and proportion. Tall and regal, their aesthetic sensibilities bore a remarkable kinship with those of the Lanteans and Humans, marrying form with function in delightful harmony. Each element within this apartment was not just generously sized, but also meticulously curated, inviting awe and appreciation. The vibrant hues danced in the light, imbuing the space with an energy that felt alive, a far cry from the dreariness of his past residence. And perhaps most importantly, it boasted the luxury of its very own toilet—a simple yet profound comfort that added to the allure of this new beginning.

  “Thank God, I can actually take a shit here,” Amos thought to himself. “That would be highly unfortunate, if you couldn’t,” responded Reva in his own mind.

  Amos looked around and found Reva sitting in the living room watching his every move. “Can you hear my voice,” Amos thought. Reva leaned forward in the pristine beige couch and cocked her head to the side as if she slowly began to understand her own body. “Yes, my love, I can hear you clearly,” responded Reva by thought alone.

  Telepathy. Love. Two things Amos knew Reva would be capable of. Unlike her Replicator cousins, Reva was blessed with both a human body as well as the powers of the Ancients. Her bioneural consciousness transcended what it meant to be machine or human. In many ways, Reva was neither; Reva was both. A living machine capable of processing reality like a Lantean super computer, yet delicately wrapped in human skin.

  Amos walked over to his Asgard computer core that was delivered to him when he moved to Asuras. His computer core, viewing screen, tablet, matter converter and even his toilet were shipped through the Stargate. With all of these amenities piling up, Amos was starting to feel right at home. On the printer of his matter converter appeared a tall bottle of fiery gold liquid as well as two empty glasses.

  “Care for a drink?” Amos took a glass off the printer and poured the glistening liquid into one of the empty glasses.

  “Yes, please,” said Reva. Amos walked over to where Reva was sitting and handed her the drink. Reva took one sip, then drank the entire glass.

  “Hmm, is this Koolaid as well?” asked Reva. Amos threw back a glass of his own and began to laugh internally at Reva’s remark. “No, baby it’s whiskey – Fireball,” Amos clarified.

  He poured themselves another round and watched her gulp down another glass of his favorite elixir. Reva’s head began to swivel as the ancient love potion began to take its effect.

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  “Amos, I feel funny,” said Reva. Amos, chuckled and explained to her that alcohol had this effect. “It will make you feel good, happy, but most importantly relaxed,” Amos promised.

  Reva moved closer to Amos having lost some of her mechanical inhibitions. Reva took off her large black boots and cuddled up close to Amos. He gently kissed her on her forehead and moved his hand down the small of her back. “I feel… happy. The closer I am to you, the happier I feel,” pushed Reva.

  Amos began to slowly caress Reva, her body was so small and so warm in his arms. “I made you Reva, I programmed you to be… happy, when you are with me. How do you feel about that, are you angry?”

  Reva moved even closer to Amos even though their bodies were already touching. She lifted her head, which was laying comfortably on Amos’s chest, and looked at his eyes with a look of confusion that took Amos aback.

  “Why would I be angry? It's my reason for being,” she said. Amos thought about FRAN and the ethics of what he was doing with Reva. She had been programmed to love him whereas FRAN was programmed to kill herself.

  Still, Amos began to adore Reva the more he was around her. She wasn’t on a suicide mission. She wasn’t a machine either. She was flesh and blood with the mind of an alien artificial intelligence. He could say no, of course. If he wanted, that is. Her seductive smile, innocent eyes and, most importantly, her gorgeous body compelled him to still say yes. When it came to beautiful women, especially beautiful black women, he was a slave. Reva was half black, all human, and all robot, yet the more he thought about it, the more he began to realize that she wasn’t the one who was being programmed – he was.

  “I can’t believe I’m fucking Taylor Russell!” Amos thought loudly.

  Reva’s back pressed against the tall glass window separating their apartment from the alien world behind them. Amos kissed Reva with such ferocity he had nearly broke the window. Reva lifted her legs and straddled Amos while he pressed her against the glass window.

  “Amos! Amos!” he could hear her scream his name is his own mind like a demon.

  The two made their way to the bedroom up a long flight of stairs. The suns had set over Valhalla and the moons began to shine over the Asgard’s new golden city. Rain was falling, thunder was clapping and Reva was riding!

  He imagined a world where everyone could create their own soulmate. The heat, the passion of every stroke, every position, removed every doubt of what he was doing was wrong from his mind. She galloped his dick like a horse. The sheets were her reins, and as Amos went deeper into the soft moist pussy that he had created, reality began to disappear as the creator and his created became one.

  “Amos, I’m leaking underneath. Amos, is this what I should expect when I fulfill my purpose? Amos, I’m… I’m… I’m”

  “Cumming, Reva. You’re cumming!” responded Amos.

  Amos feared Reva had begun to glitch as her eyes rolled back behind her head.

  Reva had rode Amos, eager to fulfill her purpose. She had just been born and was now infatuated with what Amos’s dick could do. Was this pleasure also her reason for being? Amos had hoped that the sex wasn’t too much for her.

  Fulfilling one’s purpose was often quite daunting. Rodney had given FRAN a devastating purpose. That beautiful thing had ceased to be. Amos would never let something like that happen to Reva. Life – simply being – was her purpose. Amos’s dick had begun to change Reva’s basecode, and although he was a human being, her pussy had changed his.

  Amos began to wonder if Reva would or could leave Amos. He had a bad breakup at the end of graduate school before he joined Stargate Command. He had grown up with her in the same home since the Fyree’s had adopted him at thirteen. She was his lover, his sister. Still, they fell apart. If Reva left Amos, however, he would be devastated.

  Amos flipped Reva over as the thunder and rain continued to patter along the windows of their Lantean Penthouse. He wasn’t going to lose her. He couldn’t. He was in love and she was now his reason for being. Amos dug deeper into Reva and made her cum again and again.

  “Please don’t break Reva, don’t break,” he thought. “I won’t break, my love, now fulfill my fucking purpose,” she echoed in his mind. Amos continued pounding Reva and he didn’t hold back. With every stroke she moaned. With every moan he stroked. For the next three days neither Amos nor Reva left that room. Indeed, they had truly become each other’s reason for being.