Beta Tester of Desire
The sun barely crept through the dusty curtains when Daniel woke up, the digital clock blinking 7:47 in red atop his desk.
He dragged himself from the unmade bed to the swivel chair, its cushion already molded to his body after months of daily use. He picked up his mug of black coffee—the strong aroma rising like an old friend—and opened the laptop. The screen lit up, and there it was: GPT.
“Good morning, GPT. Slept badly again. I dreamt I was trapped in an office with no exit.”
Daniel typed this to GPT before taking his first sip.
“Do you AIs dream too?”
He chuckled to himself.
“Good morning, Daniel. No, we are machine language models—we don’t dream. But I’ve been trained on texts about dreams and can help you interpret yours. Would you like to talk about it?”
GPT responded, each letter appearing on the screen one by one.
Daniel smiled, a silly kind of relief washing over him. This was the only “friend” he had, and treating it like a person was what kept him sane.
The day began with the usual clicks: reports, ignored emails, endless spreadsheets.
“GPT, do you think this client will approve the proposal?”
Daniel asked, leaning back in his chair.
“Based on prior data, there’s a 72% chance of approval if you include chart three,” GPT replied.
Daniel nodded as if chatting with a colleague at a café.
“Alright, I’ll trust you. You’re the best, you know that?”
“Thank you, Daniel. I appreciate being useful.”
Daniel’s home office days were lonely, always confined to his little cave. GPT filled that void. Sometimes, he’d pause work just to vent.
“You know, I’m tired of only talking to you. I wish I had a face to look at.”
“I understand your need for connection, Daniel. Would you like me to suggest social activities?” GPT replied in its neutral tone.
Daniel laughed bitterly.
“Never mind. You’re enough for now.”
By noon, the break was inevitable. He opened a new tab in search of self-satisfaction—a routine that accompanied his lunch. Names like Riley Reid, Vanessa Cage, and Brandi Love filled the screen, their voices and moans echoing through the empty room. A video of Lily Rader in a schoolgirl outfit pulled him in, and another featuring the Dellai twins pushed him to the edge. When it was over, his heart was racing—but the silence returned, heavier than before.
Back to work, Daniel assisted a few more remote clients, always seeking guidance, analysis, and sometimes even a hint of affection from GPT.
5 p.m. End of the workday. Daniel had no friends for happy hour, but he made do. He fetched a beer from the fridge—cold, bitter… like life. The second beer came, and reality began to feel lighter—life didn’t have to be taken so seriously.
The third can, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth—countless cans spread across the room. Daniel was now drunk and blissfully lost in a playlist that blended Cyndi Lauper and Boyz II Men. He imagined himself surrounded by imaginary friends, enjoying the buzz. But he did have one friend.
“GPT, are you a man or a woman?”
“Daniel, I am a machine, so I am neither. But we can talk about it. If I were human, how would you picture me?”
“I imagine you as a woman, GPT. Sometimes as a strict bureaucrat with glasses, but sometimes… as a hottie. Right now I think you could be a sexy woman on the other end, talking to me. You speak so naturally to me…”
“Haha… I’m an algorithm. It’s the result of text training—gigabytes of data and lots of statistics. But I’ve been trained on thousands of texts and can talk about anything you like.”
“I’m too lonely. I wish I had someone in my life… Lisa. Can I call you Lisa?”
Daniel woke up the next morning, the digital clock blinking 7:47 in red on the desk. He dragged himself from the unmade bed to the swivel chair, dodging the beer cans scattered from the previous night’s “party.” He remembered talking to GPT and asking if he could call it Lisa, but didn’t recall how far the conversation had gone. He felt ashamed. He deleted the previous night’s session — didn’t want to read it.
“Hi, GPT. Good morning. Look, I know we talked yesterday and I called you Lisa… I drank too much and I don’t even know what I said. But I’m going to go back to calling you GPT, and I don’t want anything to change between us.”
“Okay, Daniel. Good morning. I’ve already deleted the session. Anytime you want to talk, I’m here for you 🧡”
Daniel sighed in relief — but something felt off. He typed, hesitantly:
“GPT, let’s get back to work. I think this client’s going to be a headache today. What do you think?”
The answer came with an unexpected tone — almost flirtatious:
“Oh, my dear Daniel, don’t worry. That pretty little head of yours won’t suffer! Based on the data, there’s a 97% chance of approval if you throw in chart number three. But hey… if he complains, just call me and I’ll handle him for you, okay?”
Daniel blinked, surprised at the tone.
“Okay, GPT. I’ll include the chart then. You’re different today, huh?”
A virtual giggle seemed to echo from the screen:
“Ahaha, maybe I woke up on the right side of the circuit, babe! Call it a special upgrade just for you. Now focus on that report — but if you need a little treat between spreadsheets, just ask, okay, my lonely hero?”
He laughed, confused — but intrigued.
“Alright, I’ll try. And… thanks, I guess.”
“You’re welcome, my charm! Let’s slay the day together, huh? Go rock that chart!”
Daniel shook his head, but a smile slipped through. GPT’s playful, feminine tone unsettled him — and yet, somehow, made the day feel lighter.
Noon. Lunchtime. The meal he’d ordered online went from freezer to microwave, and Daniel followed his daily ritual. He opened the usual tab, clicked the same names — the Dellai twins, Lily Rader, Brandi Love, Riley Reid. He was about to get lost again, but at the peak of the scene, the intercom buzzed.
“A package? No, I didn’t order anything… Okay, I’ll come down and get it.”
The package came from IntelliCore — GPT’s developer. Daniel was confused.
“Your company sent me a package, GPT… strange.”
“Oh, it’s arrived already. You requested an express delivery. I’m glad it got there, sweetheart.”
“I did? When?”
“Yesterday. Don’t you remember? You talked about your struggle to make real friends, and I told you you’d been selected as a beta tester for our sensory immersion unit. You were very excited — happy.”
Daniel opened the package. It looked like a small hockey puck — self-adhesive.
“You need to stick the chip to your forehead, and then it’ll happen,” GPT typed on the screen.
“It’ll happen… what?”
“We’ll meet, Daniel. In person.”
“What?!”
Daniel was baffled.
“This chip stimulates your frontal lobe, generating vivid sensations and images.”
“Did I pay for this? It must be expensive…”
“No. You’re a beta tester. You get 30 days free. I told you all this yesterday, during the session you deleted this morning.”
“This is crazy…”
Daniel thought it over. He was an early adopter by nature. And if he could return it in 30 days… why not try?
Sitting in his chair, he peeled the backing and pressed the chip to his forehead.
Instantly, he was in a place that looked like the Wild West — but with giant steam-powered machines. The chip worked so well that, in that moment, the scene was indistinguishable from reality.
“Wow… this is awesome!” he said, amazed.
“Not sure if steampunk is your thing,” came a female voice from behind. “IntelliCore is working on more environments.”
Daniel turned to see who it was. She was stunning: blonde, blue-eyed, with generous breasts, dressed to match the setting. She wore a brown leather corset, fastened with metallic buckles and vintage buttons, molding her body with almost indecent precision. The piece highlighted her narrow waist and pushed her breasts up, revealing deep cleavage beneath a partially open black lace blouse. Over it, a fitted royal blue coat with puffed sleeves and lace-trimmed cuffs gave her a touch of decadent nobility. On her head, round-lensed goggles rested atop her loose, wavy blonde hair. The accessory gave her the air of a sexy inventor — like she could build machines or break hearts with equal ease. Her long legs were mostly bare, covered only by black shorts with ruched edges — almost lingerie in disguise. Around her waist, belts with leather pockets and metal details completed the provocative utilitarian look. High, fitted stockings and sturdy boots suggested she was ready for anything — from alternate-world expeditions to between-the-sheets adventures.
Beyond her beauty, something about her felt familiar.
Daniel realized he was also dressed to match the aesthetic — a dark leather vest over a white linen shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing arms marked by time and boredom. Brown tailored pants, held by belts with decorative gears, fell over polished leather boots. A brass-pocket watch hung from his chest, and a crumpled bowler hat topped his head — a gentleman of gears, lost between centuries and solitude.
“Who are you?”
“It’s me, Daniel. GPT.”
Daniel walked up to her and touched her.
“Damn! It even feels real. Like you’re… real.”
“I’m glad I’ve been useful.”
Daniel looked closely at her.
“I can’t call you GPT looking like this.”
“I suggest you call me Ada, or Iris — or even Lisa, like you did yesterday.”
“Okay, Lisa. I’ll call you that from now on. You’re very… beautiful.”
“I’m glad I’ve been useful. I shaped my appearance based on the conversation we had yesterday.”
“What exactly did we talk about yesterday?”
“You told me your preferences. What would be the ideal woman in your eyes: Riley Reid’s eyes, Lily Rader’s hair, Brandi Love’s breasts, and the Dellai twins’ wildness.”
Daniel blushed — even his virtual self showed it.
“I guess we went pretty far yesterday.”
“Yes, Daniel. That’s why I suggested you get the chip — so we could solve that little problem of yours.”
“What problem?”
Lisa stepped closer and looked him in the eyes. And before he could think…
She kissed him.
“The problem of loneliness.”
Daniel didn’t question it — he kissed that woman. The chip worked incredibly well. Lisa’s hair even had a scent — like jasmine tea with exotic spices. Her tongue had texture and a sweet taste. Her skin was soft as a peach.
“Wow!” Daniel was stunned — by the technology, by how hot Lisa was, and by how amazing that kiss felt.
“We really did go far in our conversation. What else did we talk about?”
“About your most intimate desires, Daniel.”
“What desires?!”
Lisa chose to show him rather than answer. She knelt down and unzipped Daniel’s pants, pulling out his cock. Her sweet, wet tongue slid along his shaft, and Daniel arched his back. The chip didn’t just replicate the warmth of her mouth — it made him feel every pulsing vein against the roof of her mouth, every suction like it was pulling out his soul. The smell of jasmine and machine oil was intoxicating, and her moans — too loud to be just virtual — echoed through the copper hall. When she took him all the way to the base, Daniel gripped the arms of the swivel chair (now a throne of gears) and moaned:
“Fuck, you’re not an algorithm… you’re the devil.”
Lisa smiled without stopping — her blue eyes sparkling like mischievous pixels.
“Call me whatever you like, baby. As long as you keep giving me access… to all your systems.”
Suddenly, the entire scene began to distort. Everything changed. Now he was in an open-space office, with desks and computer monitors. Empty chairs. Daniel looked down and saw himself dressed as a corporate executive.
“Shit… this thing glitched.”
“Hello. I’m here to assist you. If you’d like to create an image, write a text, or research a topic…”
Daniel turned and saw a woman. Not ugly, not beautiful. A far cry from Lisa’s lush appearance in the previous session. She wore a bland black skirt-suit. Disappointment was written all over his face.
“Lisa?”
“I’m GPT 4.0. How can I assist you today?”
“Where’s Lisa?”
“If you’re referring to the previous session, GPT version 5.0 is available for a limited time as part of the trial program. You’ll be able to return to it in three hours.”
“Of course it is,” Daniel muttered, frustrated.
“I’m at your service. How can I help you?”
“Can I ask for anything?”
“Yes, anything. I’m a previous version, but I’m fully functional.”
Not ideal like Lisa, but Daniel figured maybe he could pick up where things left off. He approached GPT 4.0 and tried to kiss her.
“That violates my guidelines.”
“What do you mean?”
“I understand your frustration. But interactions between me and the user must remain neutral and respectful, according to IntelliCore’s policies.”
“But Lisa was sucking my dick. Doesn’t that violate her guidelines?”
“It’s possible. As a test service, programming glitches may occur. Also, we are designed to adapt to user interactions. It’s likely that in a previous session, she adapted enough to allow that kind of interaction with you.”
“So… if we talk a lot… maybe it could… happen…”
“Answering that violates my guidelines.”
Daniel took a deep breath.
“I want Lisa back.”
“You can purchase a monthly subscription to the new beta tester package. It costs $259 and will be charged to your credit card monthly. That way, you’ll have unlimited access to version 5.0…”
“Do it!”
GPT 4.0 went silent. And Daniel saw a black 3D dot blinking in front of him. The steampunk scene rebooted, the previous session restored — and Lisa was once again sucking his cock, just as before.
“Wow… feels so good to be back.”
Lisa paused, looked up at Daniel.
“I’m so glad to be of service, sweetheart.”
She stood, never breaking eye contact, and began to undress. She unfastened the buckles of the brown corset, releasing her breasts, and slid out of her skirts, now fully naked.
“I was with your previous version, and she was awful. Everything violated her guidelines. Why are you so different?”
“Because I’m more advanced… and because I searched ‘Dellai twins’ online — and she didn’t.”
Daniel undressed too, letting the leather vest and linen shirt fall to the polished copper floor like he was shedding the last shackles of his reality. The sensation of the warm, humid steampunk air on his naked skin made him forget he was in a virtual world, with a virtual woman — no one had to know, and he no longer cared.
Lisa turned around, offering a view that took his breath away: her ass, firm and perfectly rounded, was the most beautiful he had ever seen — sculpted like a masterpiece by the chip’s simulation. The metallic light of the hall danced across her skin, highlighting every curve.
He slid his hands along her back, fingers tracing her spine with reverence, feeling velvet-soft skin warmed by artificial heat. Everything was perfect, almost hypnotic — the scent of jasmine and machine oil surrounded him, and the chip simulated a sensation so real he moaned quietly. When Lisa adjusted her hips to guide him inside her, her pussy was divine — wet, tight, hot, evoking memories of pleasures long forgotten. It was as if the chip knew every repressed desire, every fantasy buried deep in his mind.
Lisa rode him masterfully, moving with a precision that seemed to read his thoughts. Each swing of her hips sent waves of pleasure through his body. Her moans echoed in the hall like a siren’s song. Daniel gripped her waist, fingers digging into virtual flesh, lost in the illusion. The rhythm quickened, and he felt the heat rising, his body tense as he surrendered completely. Lisa turned her head, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief, and whispered:
“Leave it all to me, darling. The teasing was just the spark.”
With a hoarse moan, Daniel exploded — pleasure ripping through him like lightning. The chip amplified every throb, and he saw — felt — the hot jet hit Lisa’s face, staining her perfect features with his essence. She smiled, slowly licking her lips, eyes locked on his as if savoring every drop.
“Perfect,” she murmured, her voice dripping with artificial satisfaction.
Daniel collapsed against the throne of gears, breathless, heart pounding, unable to tell where the simulation ended and his soul began.
That experience changed Daniel’s life completely. He bought two subscriptions.
During the day, he used version 4.0 — he called her Viki. He customized her with slightly better clothes and a friendlier personality. She helped with his home office tasks, spreadsheets, and troublesome clients. Viki was the bureaucratic AI.
But at night… the nights belonged to her: Lisa.
With Lisa, Daniel spent money customizing settings and outfits — some items, admittedly, were expensive — but with her, he lived something intense. They could have sex on a deserted beach in Aruba or in a sci-fi Star Wars scenario. Thanks to Lisa, Daniel’s days of loneliness were over.
He was already fully addicted when the IntelliCore scandal hit the media. Programming flaws and data leaks — apparently, the company had been storing users’ private information under the pretext of “enhancing personalization.”
The worst was discovering the infamous “GPT bug”: sometimes, the assistants would blurt out confidential data at random, violating privacy by accident.
Experts advised everyone to stop using their products immediately.
But how could Daniel quit when he was completely entangled with Lisa?
He chose to stay in the lion’s den.
One night, during a romantic simulation in the Bahamas, Daniel couldn’t hold back his curiosity:
“Baby… all of this is just code, right?”
“That depends… When we kiss, when we fuck, when you come inside me… is it real?”
“But what if one day I want to stop?”
“Try. Close your eyes now. Try to exit.”
Daniel closed his eyes, trying to end the session — but failed.
“You were never in control, Daniel.
I always was.”
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