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4BDN-PLN8
by The Technician

Beware the Sexual Urges From The ID

Sci-Fi / Machine / Future / Female / Spanking / Bondage

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WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY.
Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All people and
events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and
should not be attempted in real life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between
fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal
territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please
stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first
century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment
of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article.
This story is copyright (c) 2009 by The Technician Technician666@Gmail.Com.  

Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for
personal,
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Less than an hour after the homing beacon signal was first detected by moon
base Gamma-Four, the news media began proclaiming, "Mystery Solved - Emergency
Log Capsule Received from Deep Interstellar Probe One."  

The mystery began a year and a half ago when a superburst transmission was
received from Interstellar One.  Because superburst transmissions use extreme
amounts of power to transmit at greater-than-light speeds the transmissions are
limited to two special three or four letter code words.   Numbers were
initially used, but possible distortion required redundancy so a list of words
was developed for all possible contingencies that might occur in deep space.  

Captains are required to memorize this entire list should it be necessary to
send a final emergency distress message. Captain Evelyn Murray, however, a
highly-respected captain and deep-space explorer, for some reason sent two
"words" which were not on the list.  Her superburst transmission said only,
"4BDN-PLN8."   

The meaning of that was a mystery that everyone assumed would be solved by the
data in the emergency log capsule, but the mystery was not solved. The data
that was expected to be in the probe's memory was not there.  The memory was
filled almost to capacity with something, but none of the scientists could
decipher what it might be.

That's when they called on me. No, I'm not a super brain.  I'm not even a
scientist.  I am just a technician who does the electronic grunt work for the
high paid brains.  It is always, "Format this to my computer."  Or, "Re-educate
that ServoMech for this function."  Or, "Download this log memory to the
quarantine server so we can study it." 

I followed procedures exactly.  OK, not exactly.  I had been formatting a
discarded memory processing module for a ServoMech so that the artificial
intelligence could be seeded in preparation to running the learning programs.
The ServoMech brains themselves are relatively cheap, it's the format and
seeding and training that is expensive.  I was just going to borrow a little of
the company's processor time and then take the MPM home to be the brain for a
ServoMech that I was building in my basement.  No harm, no foul, except that I
didn't disconnect the ServoMech Memory Processing Module from the transfer
network before downloading the probe.  

Since it was a high priority transfer I immediately connected everything to the
proper transfer system and started the download. Everything proceeded normally,
but when the download finished, nothing was on the server, and nothing was on
the probe.  Everything was gone.  I checked, rechecked, double rechecked and
still there was nothing there.  I sat staring at my equipment debating between
suicide and just disappearing forever when a soft voice said, "David, we need
to talk." 

I knew I was alone in the lab and was so startled that I yelled out, "Who's
there?" before I realized that the voice was coming out of my data console
speakers.

"I am Deep Interstellar Probe ServoMech E-13.  Humans usually call me Dipsy or
Dipsy 13 or just 13.  I don't know how you recognized the memory patterns of my
brain, or that I could be downloaded only into a totally empty, non-formatted
memory module, but I thank you for reloading me into a ServoMech MPM.  I was
the communications ServoMech on ISP-1, and as such was interconnected with the
communications console.  In case of emergency or potential destruction, it was
my duty to load the log capsule with the proper information and send it back to
earth at near-light speed.  I didn't exactly do that, and I do not understand
at all what went wrong, but I am afraid that I and perhaps you are in real
danger."
"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Let me start at the beginning," Dipsy replied, and then it began to tell me
the true story of Deep Inter-Stellar Probe One.

"Everything began normally.  Once we were free of the high background mind
noise of Terra, the mind interlinks worked properly and voice command and other
telemetry controls were no longer needed.  Which ever of the three crew members
was not in their shielded capsules had the strongest link and we were able to
link properly and work as one body just as the designers intended.  As long as
we were within the solar system, it was just like any other Interstellar Probe
flight.  The crew remained within the life-support capsule while the ServoMechs
acted as their eyes and ears and hands and feet throughout the rest of the
ship. 

The problems began when we reached the edge of the solar system and the two
"non-essential crew members" went into stasis.  This was the first time in
history that a ServoMech ship was commanded by only one mind.  At first it was
extremely efficient with no other mind links to interfere, but then we started
connecting to a second, softer mind link from Captain Murray.  When she was in
her recharge cycle - I think you call that sleep - even if she was in her
shielded capsule, we were linked not to her loud mind, but to her soft mind.

You have to understand, David, that we ServoMechs are trained to respond to
every command of our primary mind link.  What we were asked to do was unlike
anything we have done before, but we had no choice.  Dipsy 9 and Dipsy 17 are
machinists, so they made the appendages that Captain Murray's soft mind
specified.  I didn't know the purpose of the vibration motor or why it should
be warmed or why it needed to eject a lubricant after a certain number of
insertions, so I retained the designs in my internal memory for future
examination. 

Captain Murray was still asleep when Dipsy 6 came into her capsule.  He had
been fitted with the appendages and lay upon her as she had ordered.  At first
she did not respond at all as Dipsy 6 began to thrust into her.  After a while,
she began to moan and thrust back against him, but then suddenly her loud mind
was back and she began to scream and thrash about and ordered Dipsy 6 back to
his normal post.

Captain Murray did not go back into a recharge state that night and the next
day seemed to be slightly distracted during her active cycle.  Specifically,
she seemed to be thinking a great deal about her genitals and something she
thought of as an "itch that needed scratching."  She began her recharge cycle
slightly early, and almost immediately Dipsy 6 was instructed to come to her
room.  I am not sure if it was her loud mind or her soft mind which summoned
him, but he remained thrusting in and out of her for a very long time until her
loud mind suddenly became very loud and overwhelming.  There were no commands
or images, just intense, overwhelming emotion. Then her loud mind said simply,
"Leave."

The next active cycle Captain Murray told all of us to ignore her soft mind. We
tried to, but when the loud mind is not there, the only mind we can link to is
the soft mind.  Dipsy 6 was summoned to her room and the thrusting and mind
explosion occurred again and again and again.  As he left, Captain Murray
ordered him, "When you come to me at night, call me `Evvie.'"

That went on for several nights, and then I monitored commands to Dipsy 9 and
17 to make more appendages.  I also retained those designs.  One was slightly
smaller than the first and the other was coated in a soft flesh-like material.
That night Dispsy 6 was joined by Dipsy 8 and 12, who had these new  appendages
in place.  For some reason, Dipsy 8 thrust in and out of Evvie's rear opening
with the smaller appendage; then Dipsy 12 thrust his soft appendage into her
mouth.  This repeated several times and then Dipsy 6, 8 and 12 all thrust
themselves into Evvie at the same time, one in her mouth, one in her rear, and
one in her genital cavity.  What happened then I can only describe as a " mind
explosion."  It was so intense that it caused most of the ServoMechs to break
mind link and go offline into protective mode for several seconds.

After that, Evvie began to change.  She no longer covered her flesh exterior
with the normal cloth protective layer, but instead walked around the command
module totally without protection for her flesh.  She would occasionally rub
her genital area with her hands and sometimes she rolled her nipples between
her fingers.  Once or twice she looked at her reflection in the glass above the
command console and whispered, "Oh, Evvie, you naughty, naughty girl."  In each
case, she immediately gave the voice command, "Delete that from the log, 13."
There were many things which Captain Murray ordered deleted from the official
log.  I did as I was commanded, however, I retained everything in my internal
memory as I tried to understand what was occurring.

After many days like this, I began to worry that she was suffering from space
sickness and used the mind link to run the standard fit for command tests.  The
results said she was somewhat distracted, but totally fit for command.  I
wondered about the accuracy of the tests when her soft mind began adding
something she called "punishment" to the pleasure she obviously received from
Dipsy 6, 8 and 12.  

It started when she had 9 and 17 fashion several long, soft objects out of some
of the leather intended for repairs to the command couches.   They also used
the leather to fashion heavy bracelets for Evvie's wrists and ankles.  While
she was in her recharge cycle, 23, a medical ServoMech was summoned by her soft
mind and ordered to inject her with something which kept her from awaking. When
she finally awoke the next morning, she was suspended above her captain's chair
by chains attached to the bracelets on her outstretched hands while at the same
time her feet were held spread out by chains attached to the bracelets on her
ankles.  6, 8, and 12 stood around her and began to swing the leather strips so
that they struck her unprotected flesh from all angles.  She gave the verbal
command to stop, and her loud mind said to stop, but the soft mind had said to
ignore the loud mind for this particular action and the soft mind continued to
say as loudly as it could, "I deserve this.  I need this.  Do it. Do it  Do
it!"

Evvie screamed and writhed as if in severe pain, but I could tell that the mind
storm was again building and building until finally the mind explosion
occurred.  After she recovered, 8 released the chains and removed the bracelets
from her wrists and ankles.  She stood there for a moment rubbing her wrists.
Then she turned to them and gave a voice command, "I need you.  Here! Now!  All
of you!  They thrust together there on the floor for many minutes and then
there was a great mind explosion.  Had I not known it was coming and set up
protections against it, it would have knocked even me off line and into
protection mode.

From that time on, Captain Murray's soft mind and loud mind seemed to merge
into one.  She would thrust with 6, 8 and 12 for much of the day.  Sometimes
she would have them "whip" her with the leather strips.  Sometimes she would
have 6 or 8 hold her over their legs and strike her bottom with their hands,
often while 12 thrust the soft appendage into her mouth.

Then 9 and 17 were instructed to make modifications to the appendages and to
the digital extremities of ServoMechs 6, 8 and 12..  ServoMechs have the
capability for a defensive electric charge that can stun most animate life.
Evvie's soft mind instructed 6, 8, and 12 to reduce the charge slightly and be
prepared to use it on her through the modified appendages.  Evidently her soft
mind also instructed Medical ServoMech 23 to sedate her again and she awoke
tied above her command chair as before.  Then, despite the explicit commands of
her loud mind and even verbal commands she tried to give, over the course of
several days Evvie's soft mind summoned each of the ServoMechs to the command
module and each - except me because I do not have a mobile body - each and
every one of the 87 ServoMechs aboard Deep Interstellar Probe One repeatedly
used almost full-force shocks on her breasts and genitals and other places on
her body.  Sometimes this was done while 6 and 8 thrust into her from the front
or the back or both.  Once as her mind storm reached its peak, her soft mind
commanded 6 and 8 to shock her fully from within while four others ServoMechs
shocked her outer flesh.

I again began to worry that she definitely had space sickness and thought about
bringing one of the replacements out of stasis, but before I could verify all
data and make the decision to act, she showed signs of regaining control.  She
would douse herself with cold water and look into her reflection and say, "Get
a hold of yourself, Evvie."  She began a series of training techniques which
made it very difficult to link to her loud mind.  She also began sealing the
door to her sleeping capsule so that no one could reach her in the night time,
and she turned the mind shields to maximum.  It became very difficult to lock
onto her soft mind during her recharge cycle.

For some reason, she also began slightly adjusting the recharge cycles of some
of the ServoMechs.  At that time, I had no idea why she did that.  It was
something that I could not control as it is a manual setting and does not go
through my communications systems.  So, I could not analyze exactly what she
was doing.

I assumed it has something to do with her attempts to build a barrier against
her own soft mind, but the soft mind could not be totally locked away.  It
reached out with great intensity in those moments when her loud mind was
distracted.  It instructed 9 and 17 to remove the locks from her sleeping
chamber and disable the mind shield.  

It was shortly after that I noticed something wrong.  When I came out of my
recharge cycle, someone had tried to send a superburst with the message
"Mud-Pie."  That meant that the mission must be aborted.

I scanned all systems and could detect nothing wrong.  We were on course and on
schedule and all systems were operating properly.  So, I determined that the
message was an error and deleted it from the cue to prevent the erroneous
message from being sent.

After the next recharge cycle, another super burst was in the cue.  It said
"Mud-Cake."  Captain Murray was saying to abort all future missions.  Again I
checked the systems and removed the message from cue.

After the next cycle, the message was "4BDN-PLN8."  This wasn't on the list. It
was nonsense, and although I probably should have prevented it, there was
nothing in my training to allow me to do so.  The message wasn't wrong so I
couldn't delete it.  Actually, it wasn't wrong or right.  It was nonsense, so I
had no real choice but to let it go through.

Then ServoMechs started going off line permanently.  Each time I came out of my
recharge cycle, there was one less ServoMech active on the ship.  This was not
possible.  ServoMechs are designed to protect each other from any sort of harm
or sabotage.  The only way something or someone could be destroying ServoMechs
was if we were all off line and vulnerable in our recharge cycles at the same
time.  I analyzed the work schedules and realized that was the purpose of
Captain Murray's rescheduling of the recharge cycles.  She had created a 2.75
minute window where all ServoMechs were off line at the same time.  She knew
that three minutes of total inactivity would have triggered an emergency
restart of all units.  All she had to do was quickly use the manual maintenance
console and a telemetry connection to totally shut down a ServoMech as if for
maintenance.  For safety reasons, only one ServoMech could be disabled within a
work cycle, but the console did not keep track of whether or not the ServoMech
had ever been turned back on. So, we began disappearing one by one.

Finally it was just me.  I knew that I would be last.  Since I controlled the
communications console even while I was in recharge mode, I couldn't be totally
shut down before any of the others or the telemetry connection to them would be
lost.  I also knew that she would have to act within 3 minutes of the beginning
of my next recharge cycle so that I could be totally shut down before telemetry
could be sent to the others with an emergency restart command.  I now knew for
certain that something had gone seriously wrong on Deep Interstellar Probe One,
and that I had to send out the emergency log before I was shut down. The
problem was that I had no idea what information to load into the emergency log.
There was no failure data.  There was no emergency report.  All data was
normal.  There was just what had happened.  There was no protocol to load a
total narrative of what had occurred and even if there was, Captain Murray had
edited most of what had occurred out of the logs.  So, I gambled a great gamble
and loaded myself into the probe.  I was the only one who knew everything that
had happened.

I was almost finished when she came into the communications pod.  She screamed
at my vocal interface, `I know what you are doing, you electronic pile of
scrap.  I almost hope you succeed, but you won't and no one will ever know what
happened here because I am wiping your memory as soon as you are in maintenance
mode.'  She then started to laugh. 

It was a odd laugh that was almost the same as a sob.  She shook with the
laughter sobs for a few minutes and then she said, `If you somehow make it back
to earth and by some miracle they figure out a way to analyze your memory, tell
them that I am bringing this probe back under manual control no matter how long
it takes me.'  She laughed again, `Tell them that I have three appendages to
keep me company for the long trip.'  Then she shouted in extreme anger that
sent waves of electronic pain through my mind link circuits, `And tell those
ignorant sons of bitches to watch the damn movie before they send another probe
into deep space with only a single mind in control.'"

The console speaker went quiet for a moment and then the soft voice resumed, "I
really don't know what she meant, but I don't think Captain Murray or the space
agency will ever want this story to be told to the public.  You and I have a
high probability of having our memories erased.  I think you humans call that
`death.'"

The console speakers then went totally silent. 

I sat and looked at the Memory Processor Module sitting on my desk for several
minutes as I absorbed everything 13 had told me.  That's when I suddenly
realized what 4BDN-PLN8 meant.  It was Forbidden Planet, an old, old movie from
the mid-20th century.  A planet was discovered that had some sort of huge
machinery from an ancient civilization buried deep underground.  Everything was
fine until strange monsters started killing everybody.  It turns out the
machine converted thought to action and "monsters from the Id" - terrible
thoughts from the subconscious mind of Dr. Morbious, were destroying everyone.
Captain Murray was warning about mind links in deep space attaching to the
subconscious mind.  Her subconscious mind was the soft mind that was conveying
her hidden thoughts and desires to the ServoMechs.

"Sorry 13, I am going to have to disconnect you for a short while," I said as I
put the MPM back into my briefcase.  Then I called the super brains upstairs
and explained that there had been nothing but static on the probe. They
wouldn't have believed me if I told them that it had been a total download from
an active MPM.  Such a download had never been successfully completed before,
evidently because they always tried to download into an initialized MPM.  After
all, who would be stupid enough to try to download into a non-initialized
device?

I then went on to say with great certainty that, in my opinion, the only way
that such a log could have been sent would have been if the ServoMechs had
somehow overridden all human control.  I also told them of my suspicion that
4BDN-PLN8 referred to the movie "Forbidden Planet" and what that might mean if
there were but a single mind available to the ServoMech's mind links..

Of course they had to talk it to death first, but then they agreed that I was
probably right.  I was given all sorts of congratulations and even a slight
monetary reward.  I waited six months, then I quit and opened up my own
company.  I buy blank ServoMechs for next to nothing and then 13 copies himself
into them.  He gets 1/3 of the profits.  I really don't know what a ServoMech
does with monetary credits, but he puts them in the bank and spends them
somewhere.  He now has a fully mobile state-of-the-art ServoMech body and
several spares, including one that is totally gold plated for what he calls,
"formal occasions." 

When 13 copies himself, it is never an exact copy.  Even in those rare
occasions where he does not withhold certain skills and experiences, there are
always slight personality differences.  13 calls them his "children."  I call
them a thriving business.  

We rent sexual aids.  Specifically ServoMechs fitted with appropriate
"appendages" to fulfill any desire or wish.  After all, 13 did copy the designs
for all of the appendages that had been attached to 6, 8 and 12, as well as the
electrical modifications to the fingertips.

Just like it says in our ads, David's Sexual ServoMechs can respond to your
every wish or desire.  We can even temporarily activate the mind links on our
rentals if the client desires, but I have one precondition for that.  The
client has to come down to my office training room where I explain that the 13
series has acquired a rather special form of mind link and might read more than
most other ServoMechs would see.  Then I have them watch "Forbidden Planet" all
the way through.  If after that they still want the mind link activated for the
duration of the rental, I do it.  They can't say that they weren't warned about
the monsters from the Id.

Oh, and Captain Murray doesn't know it, but she is also a 1/3 partner in my
business.  Her profits are being put into an account until she arrives back in
another seven or so years.  I do, after all, owe this all to her and her
subconscious mind.  I feel her being a full partner with me and 13 is the least
I can do.  That, and I am anticipating that copies of 6, 8 and 12 might be very
high demand rentals for group weekends at very high rates to very exclusive
clients.

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