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The things you learn... (Part 1)

A classroom meeting.

No own the Charmed characters, no do this at home.

"So... who can carry on from here?" Rick asked the class, turning away
from the blackboard where he had marked out the neural network that was
under analysis. There were a few hands raised amongst the students. On
instinct alone, Rick's eyes focused on the hottest babe in the room.
She was a gorgeous brunette, her short dark hair framing the elegantly
oval lines of an adorably cute face. "Miss Halliwell?"

The target of Rick's attention jumped. She had had her head propped up
on her hand in a way that might have been mistaken for raising the
hand, but she hadn't been expecting to be called on. However, Rick
suspected that she would be able to answer - she had a knack for the
material. All that she lacked was confidence.

Her given name was Phoebe. Unusual, Rick thought, but it suited her
well. "Well," she began tentatively, "down the second column you'd get
values of 5, two point five, and one point five. For the third..."
Phoebe broke Rick's gaze to bend down and grab a calculator out of her
bookbag, tapping out several calculations breathlessly. Tonight, she
was wearing some kind of a vaguely stretchy top. On most girls, it
wouldn't have been anything remarkable, but the fabric clung seamlessly
to the globes of Phoebe Halliwell's large, sculpted round tits in a
very sexy way. Especially the way her chest was heaving just a little
as she breathed, trying to answer the problem both quickly and
correctly.

God, but she's got nice boobs, Rick thought to himself. Nice and big,
but not too big, and you can just tell that they're firm and limber at
the same time. Touchable, teasible tits. Suckable sweater meat.
Fuckable... but Rick had to shake himself back from that highly
compelling reverie. He had been agreeing with Phoebe's calculations
automatically, and only just caught himself from agreeing to a wrong
number. The brainiacs in the first row would have bounced on him if he
had, Rick knew.

"Well," he said, raising his voice, "this is about all that's in the
curriculum about neural nets. This is my field of research, though, and
I've prepared a few real-life examples that you might be interested. If
we cover it, I'm going to have to cut back a little bit on the
computation scanners segment. What do you think??"

The class called out, mostly agreements. Rick smiled slightly, he had
expected that. The neural networks examples was a little more
interesting than the regular classwork, a little easier, and less
likely to show up on the final. It was easier on Rick, too, since he
knew these systems backwards and forwards.

Too bad he couldn't tell these kids about his crowning achievement in
computer artificial intelligence. As Rick started lecturing, he caught
sight of Phoebe Halliwell again, her short miniskirt and relaxed
sitting posture showing off plenty of tender, smooth thigh. Well, maybe
he could tell *one* student...

After class, he walked up the aisle and waited for Phoebe to leave her
row. God, but she was smoking. Her hair, tits, and ass bounced as she
packed up her notes and sauntered her way out of the seats. "So, how
did you like my 'side trip?'" he asked, reaching out his hand to hers
for a friendly shake which wasn't nearly as friendly as he'd like to
get with her.

For just a second, she seemed distracted, as if she'd just remembered
where she'd left something important. "Uh, yeah, cool stuff," she
agreed.

Hmm... this might not be the best time. But standing right there next
to her, breathing Phoebe's intoxicating scent, just a foot or two from
those incredibly bouncy tits... well, what would it hurt to try? "I've
got a neural network of my own running, actually. On a computer down in
the basement. Would you like to come and have a look at it?"

Phoebe looked into his eyes for a second, and as he stared back into
her beautiful face, Rick had the sudden, wild, impression that she
knew... that she knew what he was planning, that she knew what the
computer was capable of. But how?? Rick shook it away when she said
"Sure, let's have a look," without much enthusiasm.

She followed him down to the front while Rick packed up his papers, and
then Rick led them through corridors and tunnels to his sub-basement
private workshop. "Gosh, it's really pretty deserted down here," Phoebe
commented as they climbed down a staircase. "In case you made the whole
thing up just to get me alone down here, I should probably tell you
that I know karate and could kick the hell out of your ass if you try
anything."

Rick laughed out loud. She was so mind-blowingly cute when she said
that!! "Well, never fear, Virgil is entirely real." Phoebe shot him a
surprised look. "VIRGIL - Virtual Imaging Reality Gigatron Instruction
Loader. It's a made-up name, actually, for the sake of having a clever
acronym to call it." Rick didn't doubt that Phoebe was telling him the
truth about her martial arts skills, but when he finally made his move,
she wouldn't even want to use them - he was sure enough of that.

Phoebe smiled, passing through a doorway. "So it's virtual reality,
huh?? Decent quality or the horrible stuff they've got in the video
arcades??"

"Why don't you try it out and see for yourself?" Rick said, unlocking
the workshop and opening its door. "Virgil, wake up." The flourescent
lights in the room came on at his verbal command, as did several
illuminated displays on the computer equipment that stood in one corner
of the room. "Phoebe, Virgil. Virgil, Phoebe."

"So - nice - to - make - your - acquaintance - Phoebe," Virgil's
synthesized voice said out loud, prompting a giggle, (and all the tit-
shaking that came with it,) from lovely Phoebe.

"Cute. Anyways," and Phoebe made a show of checking her watch, "I can
take a quick look, but actually, my ride's going to be wondering where
I am if I'm not at the Common in fifteen minutes."

"Hmm..." That limitation would make things more challenging, which was
always interesting. Of course, RIck would have to fight down his
impatience, but... "Okay. You can be at the common in five minutes from
this room, right? So, we just go in for five, six minutes. Then a
little while to re-orient yourself to the real world, and you're off
until Wednesday's class. Sound good??"

"Sure," Phoebe agreed. Rick went over to Virgil's main command console,
and started selecting options. Regular simulation for headset one,
standard download and subliminal suggestions on headset two. He would
have liked to record a personal subliminal for Phoebe, but it would
take too much of our time and she might overhear him. The regular would
have to do... 'you like Rick, you like being in the VR, you want to
come back here...'

"Okay, just put that headset on," Rick told her, demonstrating. She
did, and as the digital cameras recorded her from every angle, the
program took effect.

"Wow!!" Phoebe exclaimed, pleasantly startled. "This looks so real,
yeah." The scenario was that of a sunlit forest clearing, and she bent
down to try to tear out a dandelion in her hand, giving Rick a great
look at her ass and legs. The flowerlike weed came away, as it was
programmed to, of course, and from the expression on Phoebe's face when
she turned to face Rick told him that she couldn't find fault with the
way it felt between her fingers. Good.

"Well, you're the one with the meter running, Phoebe Halliwell," Rick
said, with a charming smile, "What else would you like me to show you?"

*  *  *  *

"Well," Rick said, once Phoebe had left, having been pointed to the way
back up to the ground floor. He locked the door and turned the
soundproofing switch on. "Virgil, what was the success rate on Miss
Phoebe Halliwell's memory download?"

"Sixty-one percent." Rick frowned. He should have expected it, given
such a small time in which to work, but he had been placing high hopes
on the new neural analysis algorithms.

Still, sixty-one percent was a lot better than nothing. "Display the
most emotionally significant memories visually, on the viewscreen." He
walked up to the wide monitor he had dubbed his viewscreen.

It took a second, as Virgil processed bioelectrical memory impulses
into multimedia video files, and the scenes Rick had requested flashed
up onto the screen... horrible monsters, demonic creatures
disintegrating amidst screams of destruction, people appearing from and
disappearing into thin air... what the hell was all this? "Identify
context of the marked memory files," he told Virgil. "Imagination?
Hallucination?? Movies or television??"

"Negative," Virgil replied. "Real life experience."

This was getting stranger. "Are you capable of determining if Miss
Phoebe Halliwell is suffering from some form of dementia or insanity??"

"Estimate likelihood of correct diagnosis at eighty-one percent, based
on memory download. Diagnosis negative."

So the odds were in favor of Phoebe actually having experienced this
stuff. He needed more information. "Virgil, initialize a Phoebe
simulation. Standard program guards. Once Virtual Phoebe is online,
I'll meet her in her bedroom." I went back and put a headset on,
waiting for Virgil to dial me into another virtual world.

Suddenly he was there, in a simple, but feminine bedroom. Phoebe was
sitting on the bed, seemingly real in the flesh, (and oh, what flesh.)
Rick wanted to molest virtual Phoebe right then and there, since the
original had slipped his net for now, but figuring out what he had
gotten into was the higher priority. "Phoebe, why do you see monsters,
disintegrating demons, and people manifesting and vanishing out of
nowhere? What is your secret."

Virtual Phoebe twitched a finger, which was the cue for violating the
strict probablisistic simulation for the sake of following one of
Rick's commands. The real Phoebe would never, ever, answer this
question truthfully, (unless under some form of compulsion as he
intended to put her under, later,) but Virtual Phoebe was programmed to
obey all the orders of her master and to answer any question of his
truthfully. That was her prime directive. "I am a witch. It is the duty
of myself and my sisters to fight the demons and warlocks who might
kill the innocent - or us. The people appearing and disappearing you
speak of might be under the influence of magic spells, or several other
supernatural factors."

That rocked him, for a second.

"Magic is real?"

Phoebe nodded, twitching again. "Yes, magic is real."

Well, either that was so or Phoebe was completely loony and Virgil had
managed to miss it. "Your sisters - give me pictures of them." Phoebe
did so, snapping a finger as the images appeared on her wall - both
gorgeous with dark hair, like Phoebe herself - one with a confident,
almost arrogant, but undeniably sexy face and softly curving hair that
was dark enough to be almost black and stopped just shy of her
shoulders, the other tender and sweetly beautiful, with very straight,
rich brown hair that fell narrowly down her back. Whoa! *I should have
told Phoebe to bring both of her sisters back next time, but of course
I hadn't even known she had any.*

Rick needed to get some more details on this witch thing, what the
sisters' powers were, and their weaknesses, if they had any, but that
could wait. "Phoebe, take off your shirt."

"Of course, master." His prick jumped to life, fully erect from just
the sound of V-Phoebe's voice as she submitted, the way she was
programmed to. She remained sitting on the bed to peel her tight top
off, pulling it up her chest, giving Rick his first look at her tight
and silky white bra. She stretched her slender, toned arms out of the
spandex sleeves with difficulty, then pulled the whole of it off her
head, which had the effect of mussing her dark hair up in an
unbelievably seductive way. Rick looked down into Phoebe's cleavage,
shown off to advantage by her supportive brassiere.

"What would you have me do next, master?" Phoebe whispered throatily.
Rick considered, then unzipped his pants and pulled his rod out of his
shorts. "Blow me, Miss Halliwell."

She slid lithely out of the bed to kneel before him, those incredible
breasts nudging his knees, and wrapped her soft and sweet mouth around
his cock. Rick groaned with the pleasurable sensation, but his mind
wasn't on V-phoebe's programmed tongue swirling around his simulated
prick. This was just virtual, after all - a quick and easy way to vent
his psychosexual tension. There wouldn't even be any true physical
release, unless he specifically bridged his reactions to his real body,
(which he didn't tend to, because it was a pain to clean up and
potentially embarassing.)

Sometime, maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day, the real Phoebe Halliwell
would be back. Then the true games would begin... and as Rick thought
this, Phoebe started sucking hard on the head of his prick, sending a
sexual shudder all through his body...

To be continued...

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