Master PC:
Discovering the Dream
By: Immodicus Furor
The original Master PC concept was pioneered by JR Parz, and all due credit for the creation of the universe should go to him.
Chapter One
It had haunted him for months now, thoughts of it chasing around inside of his tortured mind. He could scarcely think of anything else; it had become his obsession, his one and only desire in life. It was consuming him, devouring his being from the inside out.
Master PC.
A simple universe online, in which tens of stories had been written within. A universe which thousands of young teens used to power their fantasies.
Yet, for one person, that universe was as real as the air he breathed. Of course, he also believed aliens abducted him nightly, and that the world outside of his mind did not exist. For Matthew Harris, a belief in a program that would let him control his reality was as normal as normal could be. He ran searches on the Usenet servers, peer to peer programs, and webpage search engines for it daily. He also offered to clean out people’s attics and basements so that he could check around for left behind CDs, as well as buying any disc he spotted at a garage sale. He had spent thousands of dollars of his hard earned money trying to locate a copy of it, with absolutely no success.
Recently, he had been given extra incentives to search even harder for the elusive program. His psychologist was threatening to commit him if he kept throwing away his medications. Matt continued to persist in his refusal however; he firmly believed he was sane. After all, they had given him various doses of Thiothixene, Trifluoperazine, Fluphenazine, and Halperidol (to name just a few), and none of them had worked. If four antipsychotics didn’t take care of his problems, then he obviously wasn’t psychotic, right? If he could just get his hands on Master PC, he could set his psychologist and all of his doubters straight.
He was just beginning his fifth Usenet search of the day for Master PC when his phone rang. Annoyed that someone would dare to interrupt his important business, he grabbed the cordless off of its base station.
“Hello? Who is it?” He asked in a deep grumble as switched the device on. He held it just slightly away from his face, so that any low level mind control signals wouldn’t affect him. After all, who knew when aliens or the government might be trying to get rid of him somehow?
“Matthew, I have what you’re looking for.”
Matt’s blood began to run cold. Could it possibly be true, after all this time? He couldn’t dare hope.
“Be more specific.” He had meant to sound calm and rational, but judging by the very high pitched squeak in his voice, he had failed miserably.
“For years now you have desired Master PC. What would you do to have it?”
Matt could swear his heart had stopped, and yet he could still hear something pounding away inside of his ears. His stomach had dropped to somewhere in the vicinity of his groin, and he had no idea where his balls had scampered off to. Just a moment ago he had been perfectly relaxed, and now he was covered in cold sweat.
“Anything,” was his simple answer, “anything.”
“For your dear program, I will request only one thing. You see, I am the ruler of a section of Eternity… what you might call the afterlife. There are no gods, not really… but there are dynamics to this reality that you cannot understand. Currently, two factions… mine and another… are engaged in combat. One of the regions in dispute is your universe… therefore, we have agreed to let it handle its own affairs, so that we have less to worry about. But I do not wish to surrender all my power over your universe. So I need a loyal agent within it to help me… someone who owes me greatly. That is where you come in. I will give you absolute power over your reality… over your universe… in exchange for your aid. I might not need it for years… for thousands of years for all I know. I just need you to remember your debt to me.”
“Yes, yes…” Matt whispered, “…anything. Anything.”
“Then here it is.”
With that, the phone went dead. But Matt wasted no time in attempting further communication… Master PC had just been opened on his desktop. Everything else was now secondary. He almost forgot to breathe while he stared at the display.
It was a very simple program. Exactly what Matt would have requested it to be. It was only a text input box with a ‘send command’ button below it, but that was all he needed. His thousands of plans rolled around in his head as he contemplated the power he now held quite literally before his fingertips.
He had been thinking about his first command for quite a while now. Now matter how much he believed he was sane, there was always some lingering doubt within his mind. Why did no one else believe what he believed? Now, he had a way to prove to himself forever the truth.
Thus, his first command was merely ‘make me sane.’ He hoped that it would suffice without a medical definition of sane, but he was pretty sure it would; the interface proved it was most definitely created from his mind, and would therefore understand him.
When he moved his cursor over the send command button and clicked on it, it was as if a sledgehammer had suddenly impacted with his face.
He realized that for the last ten years he had been living in denial. Burying his troubles beneath layers of fantasy. Denying that his father had beaten him until he was eighteen. Refusing to remember how he had brutally murdered his father, and how the courts had declared it self defense even though he had stabbed his father seventeen times. Not understanding how the radio station he was working at was using him as a crazy loon, portraying him in a bad light while letting him believe he was just being given a chance to express himself over the air. Not remembering the forbidden love he and his sister had shared as children, nor how she had committed suicide when she fell into a deep state of depression. It was more than anyone could possibly take. No wonder he had gone insane.
He fell out of his chair, balling up under his desk. He could feel tears streaming down his cheeks freely, the first ones he had allowed himself to shed in years. Every person that abused him, every person that had humiliated him… they were flooding his mind. There were too many of them! How… why… how could anyone have done this to him? How could his life have become terrible?
His tears slowed as he imagined all of them. He could do anything he wanted. This world was his now.
A sadistic grin twisted his face. They would all pay. They would pay dearly, and he would eventually control them all. They would live to rue the day they had crossed his path.
Chapter Two
It took Matt a few hours to calm down after assimilating all the memories he had suppressed for years. He still wanted revenge, but he was coming to realize that he couldn’t just use Master PC to make everything right. If he fixed all of his problems with the wave of a magic wand, his life would lack any satisfaction whatsoever. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t use it to give him a serious step up in the ballgame.
After thinking for a while, he went and sat in front of his PC again. He needed a slightly more ergonomic interface for Master PC, and he thought he knew exactly how to get it.
“Command: ‘Create a female android, anatomically correct. Utilize highly advanced technology- beyond current human capabilities. Her strength, intelligence, speed, and stamina shall all be several times above the human average. She shall also become the only interface to Master PC. She will be completely loyal to Matthew Harris, following any order he gives. She shall not be able to use the abilities of Master PC except under Matthew Harris’ explicit command. She shall be indestructible, and her features will resemble somewhat the actress Alicia Silverstone.’”
Looking it over a few times first to make sure there were no errors, Matt clicked on the send command button. With a loud pop as a bubble of air was suddenly displaced, a goddess stood before him.
Matt’s jaw nearly hit the floor. His fembot was more attractive than he had imagined her as. She stood at about 5’9”, her facial features closely resembled Alicia Silverstone’s, including bright emerald green eyes. She perhaps had C-cup breasts, which Matt had always considered to be about the perfect size. Her long golden blonde hair reached down to the middle of her back, and rippled in waves that served to make her appear… surreal. He much preferred this ‘interface’ over the PC.
“What is your command, Master?” The fembot asked.
He felt a stirring in the region of his groin at those words. While he hadn’t specifically asked to be called Master, it was kind of a turn on.
“For now, nothing,” he managed to say calmly, although it felt like his body was buzzing with pent up energy, “but we do need to decide what to call you. Perhaps… Alyssa.”
“I like the name Alyssa, Master. Thank you for naming me.”
Matt couldn’t help but smile. He loved a girl that was easy to please.
“Okay,” he thought out loud as he walked over in front of his mirror, “I think I need to make a few changes.”
First, he took off his thick glasses. Everything around him became blurry and distorted. He couldn’t even make out his own shape in the mirror.
“Correct my vision back to what it was when I was sixteen years old,” he ordered Alyssa, “and my hearing as well.”
Instantly, the world snapped into focus. He had chosen that particular age, because when his vision had been tested in high school, it had always been better than twenty-twenty. One annoyance gone, a few thousand more to go.
Matt whistled as he thought about his body for a moment. “Now… let’s see… lower my body fat percentage to half of what it currently is. Tone my muscles to an above average level, and whiten my teeth. Remove all hair on my body, except the hair on my scalp. The hair on my scalp will not grow past four inches in length, and it will always be spiked as if I had styled it with gel, without any gel actually being present in my hair. Increase my strength to the level where I could bench press two hundred and fifty pounds with overexerting myself, with a proportional increase to the rest of the muscles in my body. Also, increase my stamina so that I could easily run a mile in under six minutes. Reduce my physical age to twenty, and make it so that I will not grow older.”
As he finished speaking, Matt was amazed at what he could see taking place in the mirror. He lifted his shirt to see fat disappearing, replaced by a six pack. His flabby cheeks and chin shrank, and with the disappearance of the hair covering his chest and stomach, he now looked less like a geeky ape, and more like a respectable human being. His hair shrank slightly, then shifted and became stylized in a spiked hairdo. It was one of the most awesome things he had viewed in his life.
Less than a few hours ago, Matthew Harris had been nothing more than an overweight, unkempt, psychopathic nerd with absolutely no chance at a normal life. Now, his physical appearance could only be described as ‘cool,’ and his mind was working clearer than he could have ever imagined it could.
Now that he had altered himself physically, Matt couldn’t see the harm in making a few more mental changes. After all, removing his own insanity hardly qualified as turning him into a bright, productive member of society… or anyone worthy of using the power of Master PC.
“Alyssa, how about a few more changes. Increase my IQ by ten points. I want to know a few forms of basic martial arts and self defense- pick them to your own preferences - and I also want to know how to play a few instruments; the piano, guitar, bass guitar, and drums for starters. Go ahead and make those changes now.”
He really didn’t feel much of a change as she nodded, but a newfound confidence did spring up in the back of his mind. He now knew several ways to kill someone if they messed around with him too much. Not a bad skill set to have.
“Alyssa, if I took the test right now, what would my IQ be?” He was wondering if the increase of ten would have done much; what if he had been really, really slow in the first place?
“You’re IQ should currently test at 165 points on a full, comprehensive test, Master.”
Matt’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He hadn’t realized that he was anywhere near that intelligent; he had never bothered to take an IQ test before.
He began to walk over to his bed so he could lie down and think for a while, but ended up smacking face first against the floor as he tripped over his own jeans. He stood up angrily, yanking off the baggy garment.
“Well, I just figured out what my next command will be,” Matt grumbled as he rubbed his nose, “deck me out in a nice suit if you please. Select whatever style you think I will like, and make sure it is tailored absolutely perfectly for my new dimensions.”
As new cloth materialized on his body, Matt turned towards his mirror again. He couldn’t help but be impressed with Alyssa’s taste. She had selected a jet black suit, with a red tie already perfectly hanging from his new black dress shirt’s collar. For once in his life, he looked damned good.
“How much would this suit have run me if I purchased it from your average outlet?” He asked Alyssa.
“That particular suit, if you are good at locating the best deals, probably could have been found for as cheap as eleven hundred dollars.”
Matt whistled loudly. “Damn. Glad I don’t have to pay for this baby then. Something is missing though…. sunglasses! How about a pair of Ray Bans… black, not too flashy. Try to make them similar to some of the glasses worn in the Matrix.”
The world darkened suddenly as a pair of sunglasses appeared on his face. The were exactly what he wanted; form fitting to his eyes, jet black to match his suit, and incredibly cool looking.
“Perfect.” He took a quick glance at Alyssa, noting the unassuming jeans and shirt she had appeared in. “However, you need some new clothes yourself. Perhaps a black satin dress, diamond earrings, and a very light touch of makeup would do it. Go ahead and try it, and let’s see what you look like.”
In less than a second, Alyssa transformed herself from a goddess into something Aphrodite herself would be jealous of. Matt was beginning to like Master PC more by the second.
“Okay, let’s head over to the radio station then. I’d like to piss off a few people, and turn my resignation in.”
As they walked out of the door and down the steps of Matt’s small apartment, he quickly realized he would need a better form of transportation to match his new look. A Ford Escort was a decent vehicle, but it just wasn’t very stylish.
He hesitated for a moment before giving his next command. Should he really be using Master PC to create such a large and noticeable item as a car? Of course, as soon as he glanced at his Escort again, he decided that he probably should, as long as he was careful.
“Alyssa, please create one Jaguar XKR convertible, with all the options. I want it fully registered with the insurance company, and I also want all the proper ownership papers- basically, make it completely legal. Also, make the IRS forget I exist, if you will. I don’t want anyone bugging me about taxes ever again.”
Before his eyes, a new Jaguar appeared, along with the keys that fell into his open palm. Matt couldn’t help but smile as he hopped over the car’s door and into its seat. He placed the keys in the ignition, feeling the barely perceptible vibration as the engine started. What had he been missing all these years of driving economy cars?
He managed to get to the radio station in record time, the wind whipping around him as he sped along at eighty-five miles per hour. Life was fun when you could have the police completely ignore you.
As he pulled into the parking lot, the security guard gaped at him. He pulled into his reserved space (he may have been the laughingstock of the city, but he did have lawyers and therefore a good contract), and quickly secured the car. He left the top down, as he really didn’t have to worry about theft. After all, he could always just make the car re-appear.
Matt quickly made his way across the parking lot and into the building. He walked up to the reception desk, and handed Connie (the secretary) his ID so that she could open the door that kept the public out from actual recording/transmitting area of the station. Her eyes went wide upon looking at the ID picture, and then looking at him.
“Matt… is that you?” Connie asked in an incredulous tone, “I hardly recognize you!”
“I’ve had a change of attitude and appearance,” he replied with a smile, “I hope it meets with your satisfaction.”
She quickly nodded. “You’re definitely… different.”
Connie’s gaze moved from Matt to Alyssa, who was hanging off of his shoulder.
“Ma’am, do you have an ID?” She asked politely.
“She’s with me.” Matt answered shortly. “I know the rules, but I’ll have her out in a few minutes.”
Connie nodded, and pressed a button under her desk that remotely opened the studio door.
Matt smiled at her, causing her to blush, as he strolled off towards his office. He couldn’t help but laugh out loud as several interns and a few other employees turned to stare at him as he walked through the hallways.
An intern practically ran over Matt as the short man ran around carrying a clipboard.
“Hey, get out of my...” the intern began, “oh! Mr. Harris, it’s you. Sorry, I didn’t recognize you. You look… different. Sir, I was told to inform you that they want to start broadcasting your segment soon. The news is a little slow today.”
Matt nodded and headed off towards the broadcast studio. He silently stalked in, Alyssa remaining outside, as James and Bob were in the middle of one of their comical diatribes about conservative nut jobs.
“I can’t believe President Bush… first this guy starts bombing every country within missile range…” James trailed off after making the mistake of looking up at Matt in mid-sentence. His jaw practically fell off his face.
Bob quickly picked up the slack for James. “Sorry folks, James seems to have become distracted by UFO Matt! Yes people, it’s that time of the day already! We’ll take it right over to him now; who wants to listen to us when they need to hear about the latest in alien abductions?”
Matt couldn’t help but let a large grin overcome his face. “Thanks Bob. I tell you, those aliens seem to be really active lately. First they take James’ speaking ability, and now they’ve abducted your brain. Honestly, alien abductions. Do you think I’m fucking nuts? Does anyone fucking believe this stuff? Anyone who believes in this shit should be taken out and shot. I know I should’ve been. After all, I honestly believed for a while that this radio station took me seriously. I really must have been mother fucking insane. Someone should’ve had my ass on some Lithium!”
Technicians were leaping all over their consoles behind the glass that divided the studio from the effects/managing booth. Matt had probably just cost them all a few tens of thousands of dollars in FCC fines, as his contract stated that the station would be liable for anything he said on air. Plus, as an added bonus, he had probably just shocked the hell out of a city full of people.
“Go to commercial!” James shouted. “And someone get this fucker out of here!”
Bob, who could most definitely be categorized as a fat ass at a whopping three hundred and fifty pounds, leapt from his seat and through masses of microphones to try and grab Matt. The next thing he knew, he found himself on the floor with Matt’s heel pressing against the blood vessels in his throat.
“You’re lucky I’m a nice guy,” Matt growled, “or I’d just end your life now. You’ve been taking advantage of me for six years. Both of you better be grateful that all I did was cost you a few fines.”
Matt regained his smile as he walked out of the studio, Alyssa joining him at his side.
Two assholes down on his revenge list, and still a lot more to do.
Chapter Three
Matt sighed as he relaxed into the chair next to his computer. He had been pacing around his living room for about an hour, trying to decide where he should take his life from this point.
“Okay, I obviously need money,” he began thinking out loud, “but I don’t just want millions of dollars in cash to appear all of a sudden. That could cause problems. I need a way to sustain a large income, without really causing me much trouble.”
He couldn’t help jumping a little as Alyssa began speaking; he had forgotten the she was standing beside him.
“Why don’t you just use me to create a product you can sell? It would be pretty simple, I imagine.”
Matt
nodded. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I could become a sort of
professional inventor. A modern day
Alyssa blushed at the attention. “So what would you like me to create, Master?”
He sat in thought for a few minutes, cradling his head in the palms of his head. He kept staring at his now completely outmoded computer; he had always been somewhat of a nerd, and he wouldn’t mind giving something back to the computing community. After a while more, it finally clicked.
“Alyssa, I want you to instantly write a code for a heuristic anti-virus program. I want this thing to be able to squash pretty much any virus, any malware or spyware, or anything malicious on a computer without any definitions files or anything like that. Basically, this program should be an ultra security suite for computers, both Mac and Windows based.”
Alyssa looked thoughtful for a moment, and nodded.
“How would you like to distribute it, Master?”
Matt had to think a few more moments on that one. “Hmm. Perhaps… if you can, have every major company or organization that could potentially benefit from this receive a demo copy with my phone number included earlier today. I know that’s a lot to ask- I have no idea whether you can move things through time or not- but I don’t like waiting for things.”
Alyssa nodded again. “Done, Master. Several companies should have received a demo disc a few hours ago.”
As if on cue, the phone rang. Matt eagerly grabbed it, holding it up to his ear.
“Matthew Harris here. May I ask who is calling?”
“Hello Mr.
Harris. I am Commander Mark Smith of the
Matt couldn’t help but smile. “So I take it that you are interested in purchasing it for the Anti-Cyber Crime Division, Commander?”
“Hell yes!” The Commander responded. “Under the condition that you turn over the rights to patent it to us, and don’t attempt to sell it to anyone else. This program could really aid in our national security efforts.”
“Those are some pretty damned bad conditions for me, Commander. I would be throwing away possible billions that I could make off it on the open market. I recommend you give me some large figures as a matter of compensation.”
There was a minute of barely audible whispering in the background before the Commander replied. “Of course. The generals around here have been arguing our funding with Congress since we received the program. We have secured two hundred fifty million dollars which we can transfer to any bank account of your choice. Will that be acceptable?”
Matt whistled. “Not a bad number. Sounds good to me. Work out the details of the transfer with my secretary.”
He threw the phone to Alyssa at the same time as he leapt up from his chair, barely managing to keep himself from dancing with glee.
After a while of silent celebrating, Matt decided it was time to head off to bed. It had been quite possibly one of the longest and best days in his life, and he needed some rest after all the emotional attacks he had gone through. He had just walked into his bedroom, pulled off all of his clothes, and plopped face down on his mattress when Alyssa walked in after him.
“Master, the money has been transferred to several bank accounts, and the Commander has his program. I spread out the money as a security precaution.”
Matt groaned. “Thank you Alyssa, but right now I’d like to rest. No business talk.”
“Of course, Master. Would you care for a massage to help you relax?”
Before Matt could respond, firm hands were pressing themselves into his back, working out the stress in his muscles. He couldn’t help but let out a loud sigh. Alyssa’s touch was like magic, her technique superior to that of any masseuse. Every once in a while, her hands would pulsate or send out a mild shock, relaxing or tensing certain muscle groups as needed. Her hands traveled over his neck, his back, his harms, down across the cheeks of his ass, and even going down to his calves to work out the remnants of an old Charlie Horse.
Matt rolled over, looking deep into Alyssa’s emerald eyes.
“Listen, Alyssa… I know I’m your Master, but I want you to understand something… anything you don’t want to do, you don’t have to.”
Alyssa giggled. “Silly Master. I am here to do whatever you wish me to. If I did otherwise, there would no longer be meaning to my existence.”
Matt really like the sound of that, but the morals banging around in his head were effectively silenced when Alyssa leaned in and snaked her tongue into his mouth. She began kissing him with a passion, their tongues sliding against each other’s as she pressed against him. He reached behind her while they were locked in their tongue duel, pulling off her black dress. He was more than happy to feel that she was wearing nothing underneath as her pert little nipples pressed hard against his chest, her bald pussy riding against his shaft as she teasingly pressed against his body.
Matt didn’t let her continue teasing him for long. He rolled both of them over, so that she was on her back and he was pressing down on her. He moved down slightly on her body, bringing his lips against her neck and lightly sucking on the soft flesh there. The caress of his lips slowly moved down her body, traveling from her neck down to her upper chest, stopping just between her firm yet malleable breasts.
It was with great pleasure that Matt slowly drew one of her nipples into his mouth, rolling it around gently, softly biting it occasionally. His right hand crept up and began playing with the other nipple, both his mouth and hand keeping the touch light enough to excite, to arouse, but not enough to bring any kind of release. She moaned loudly, begging for more.
“Oh please, Master…” she groaned, “…abuse your slave. Oh, I feel soo dirty… you must punish me…”
Who could resist a request like that? He bit hard into her nipple, drawing a speck of blood with its iron taste into his mouth. She just moaned louder, begging for more. Evidently, his fembot had a masochistic streak. Now interested to see how far it went, his right hand clenched down her breast hard, squeezing it with a grip that would have crushed rocks. Alyssa begged louder and louder for more.
“Oh my Master, My God… please… more!”
He released the nipple from his mouth, and the breast from his hand (made difficult by the fact that she pushed her chest upwards, begging for more), and slowly began moving down again. He stopped ever so briefly to flick his tongue into her navel, trailing down from there towards her beautiful, hairless mound.
It had been far too long since he had smelled that strong scent, the smell of an aroused woman. He had begun to let himself forget the pleasures of the female body… something he would never let himself forget again.
His tongue slowly began to encircle the opening to her pussy, lightly touching the lips every now and then. His hand slowly slipped underneath her ass, pressing in-between the soft cheeks easily. At just the moment he took her clit into his mouth, he pressed his index finger into her rosebud. She let out a loud gasp, her begging becoming amplified in volume. Further motivated, he began lightly biting on her clit, just enough to elicit tiny whimpers of pain from her. At the same time, he also buried his finger into her sphincter up to the knuckle, causing her to buck against him.
“Oh, my Master, I’m going to cum!” She cried.
Now there would be none of that before the main course. He slowly retracted his finger and removed his lips from her mound, sliding against her until his lips were pressed against hers once again. He was too hot now, and had no more time for foreplay. He whispered an order into her ear as he slid deep into her. Her tight pussy was severely stretched as his organ expanded in compliance with his order, the thick monster plowing into her.
“OH YES MASTER!” She shouted. “Fuck me! Fuck your slave!”
He began moving in and out of her like a massive piston, slamming into her over and over and over. Her opening stayed tight against him, occasionally rippling and sending a burst of pleasure along his body. He kept moving, ramming into her so hard that the bed began jumping beneath them. There was no way either of them was going to last long at that pace.
For several frenzied minutes, their bodies continued to pummel against one another, until finally their climaxes approached.
“Oh Master… cum on your slave bitch… please Master, cum on your slave…”
Just as the walls of her tight hole began rippling with her orgasm, and her screams reached a crescendo, he pulled out and sprayed his seed across her firm abdomen. His breath came in ragged gasps, as did hers. They both collapsed together in a big heap of spent sexual energy, falling asleep entangled in each other’s limbs.