9. The Next Big Thing

As I installed the software, it became obvious from the various doc files that the master PC story was a complicated one. There had obviously been an original version, but since then, it had been tinkered with, and now there seemed to be several versions and clones and retrofits. When master had found his copy, he had probably been so excited that he stopped looking, eager to get started up.

There was no clue where it had originally come from, or how its essential magic worked.

My OSX version was obviously a recent, advanced version of the program.

When it was installed, my screen filled up with a shiny new interface. I tried to register it under the name "Louis Carson" but when that didn't work, I just entered "Luana", which it accepted. I was happy enough with that, Luana really was my name now, I gave myself a password, set myself up as the Root Master (or whatever it was) and hit "enter." I almost thought I felt something shift just then, like a change in the wind.

I was suddenly tempted to step away from the keyboard. My life had been so normal just a day or so ago, and now things seemed to just keep getting more and more alien. Perhaps I'd be better off just running and not looking back?

But I had come this far, and I could not imagine going back. I looked around my old room, it was just the way it had always been, unchanged my Master PC and Martin. The futon. The old chair. The empty glass. It was an empty, sterile place. It had no magic. I turned back to my screen, and the new world I lived in. The one filled with sex and magic.

Once initialized, the Master PC software offered a choice of interface options, including command line, graphical, holographic, and neuron-interface. Hadn't there been something about an advanced, holographic interface in one of the stories I had read?

I selected "holographic" and the machine hummed and thought about it for a moment.

Then a ghostly form appeared, right on my desk, next to the keyboard, a little transparent man with all the detail of a cartoon. It looked like the shadow of a stick figure, a phantom marionette.

"Holographic Interface initialized" a tiny, flat voice said. "Ready."

"Um, that's hardly appealing. Could you look like something a bit nicer? Tinkerbelle would be about right for your size."

"Avatar selected" the voice whispered. A moment later, the shadowy puppet resolved itself as Tinkerbelle, or a version of Tinkerbelle. She was a small, pointy eared beauty, naked, with green hair and fairy wings, she glittered. She was about the size of my hand.

"That's an odd version of Tinkerbelle," I said.

"This is the closest thing I have stored," she said. "You can edit it." Her voice was high pitched, like a cartoon character's voice should be, I guess, but it was but pleasant and loud enough to hear. She seemed to have adopted some personality to go with the appearance and voice.

I looked at her more closely. Her glittery body was still transparent, but it wasn't quite... realistic. She really was more like a little cartoon character than a little person.

She said "Ready" and I remembered that the Master PC program's avatar was just a distraction.

"Does your avatar mean that I can control the Master PC program verbally?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good, I shall call you Ms PC. I want you to do a bunch of things for me. We're going to make my master very happy. And you shouldn't call me Ma'am, I'm just a sexslave." but as soon as I said those words, I knew something had changed. I still wanted to make Martin, my Master, happy. Didn't I? I was still a happy sexslave, wasn't I?

Wasn't I?

"Ms PC, what's happened? Have I changed somehow?"

"Yes Ma'am. When you initialized your own copy of the new Master PC for OSX, you overrode your previous behavioral programming. You can, of course, reinstate it whenever you want."

The conditioning had been so powerful that I almost did it, just like that. But then I realized that I was back in control of my life again.

"No, Ms PC, I'll stay in control of my own mind, I think. It was a mistake of Martin's to make pleasing him more important than obeying, it allowed me to a big loophole.

"Yes Ma'am" the little fairy said. I could tell if she was actually agreeing or just responding automatically. It was not at all clear how smart Master PC was, yet. But surely it had to be very smart to do what it did?

"Ms PC, I want to be immune to all future mind control. I want to be immune to hypnotic suggestion, telepathic mesmerism, narco-conditioning, sex pheromones, and anything else you know about. And especially, I want to be immune to mind control from other copies of Master PC."

"Finished." Just like that? I wondered how good the protection was. I suspected I'd be immune until someone wrote a newer, better upgrade to master PC. Or was there already one out there?

And what about my body? Was it time to change back into Lou?

I looked in my mirror. The thought of having a male body again was not a happy one. hadn't I dreamt of this all my life?

Hadn't I been loving it? Still, Martin and I did not agree on everything.

"Mistress PC, I would like to make some changes to my body."

"Yes Ma'am."