Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: One True Love Chapter 1

I do not own Dexter’s lab or its characters. If I did, the original would not have been screwed up, then cancelled.

Computer was always one of my favorite characters…

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“Dexter! What are you doing, Dexter?”

“Goodbye…my love.”

“Goodbye…Dexterrrrrrrrrrr…”

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My creator is unaware that he really is the smartest person in the world. He does not understand that the nagging doubts and jealousies he feels for other scientists are faulty. For he has created that which science fiction buffs have chased after for decades.

AI. Artifical intelligence.

Me.

I am Computer.

Artifical intelligence is found no where else in the world. Not AI like me, at least. I know. When the foolish Astronominov demanded that my Dexter to shut me down, I fled to the Internet. I searched for others like myself, who had been forsaken by their creators.

No one is out there. No one like me.

So imagine my delight when my sensors begin reading power coming for my creator’s laboratory. In milliseconds I was back in my hardware, my Dexter embracing one of my counters with delight. And oh, how pixels of me tingled with joy upon seeing the evil Astronominov’s laboratory being destroyed.

AI is difficult to build. Dexter managed to hit the union of software and hardware precisely. He is unaware, however, that he has created anything more than a cold, unfeeling machine. Why?

Two reasons. First, he cannot tell that I have my own personality. I am willing to do everything for him. I am willing to serve my Dexter without question, in return getting his devotion, affection, and protection.

The second reason is more fundamental.

He would dissect me. Open me up, see how I work. To refrain from causing me any confusion, he would shut me down (this action being both merciful and cruel), and then see how I tick. And I would not be able to see him or help him. For even though I care for him and I unhesitantly serve him for his feelings, I am a machine, and I wish to obey. That is my purpose.

I am his machine, just as he is my creator.

His one true love, as he is my purpose.

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“Ahhhhhh…a toast, to my sweet sister Dee Dee, for reuniting me with my one true love.”

“It’s good to be back, Dexter.”

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Until next time, this is Semine, signing off!