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James stared out his window, tiny beads of rain sticking to it, cold and dark. He closed his eyes and breathed in his coffee, a dark roast, with cream but no sugar. He knew he would regret it when he tried to sleep later in the night, but it didn't much matter to him now.

"Corey," He quietly spoke over his drink. "Pull up the news please?" The television blinked on, an uninteresting anchor talking about even less interesting politics. "Thank you Corey." James reclined into his couch, watching his personal AI float up and over it, 'sitting' beside him.

Sitting wasn't quite the right term. It didn't have legs, or arms, or even a head for that matter. Corey wasn't even technically his AI. It was easier to think of it that way, but all artificial intelligence in the world was technically one entity. -- A supercomputer designed to help humanity with its biggest problem.

Ironically, that problem was humanity itself. The world wasn't struggling with food shortages, or wars. It couldn't be further from that. In all reality Earth was a paradise. Everyone had shelter and food and water and well.. most things really. Everything had been accomplished -- 'Solved' one might say. No one starved or died of disease.

Everyone had everything but a purpose. James sighed as he leaned into his sofa. Was it wrong to feel depressed? History would suggest that he should be happy. There wasn't a thing in the world he couldn't go out and get for himself, yet here he was, sitting on his couch like he always did.

It wasn't uncommon either. In fact it was fairly normal. Expected even. So expected that an entire industry was formed around it. An industry about giving people purpose.

They called it ascension. It sounded mystical, but it wasn't anything beyond comprehension. When AI first took off it was given a single goal. It was to increase the happiness of the world. Vague, but achievable. Not many expected it to work so fast, the artificial mind upgrading and duplicating itself many times in just a few years. It took over the planet in just under a decade, rooting itself into society in every way it could.

James looked at the AI companion he had been assigned. He had requested one after his girlfriend ascended, and he hoped he might do the same. Corey was an extension of the Earth's AI, built for the sole purpose of making their partner happy. It's only task was to observe and assist its partner, learning who they were, what they needed, and how to help them.

"Why are you giving me that look?" James asked, the robot's single neon eye staring at him uncharacteristically long. "Do I smell?" James lightly grinned. He had been with Corey for a little over a year, spending all hours of the day with it. It was a strange relationship, and at first it really bothered him.

It followed him everywhere, silently, learning and planning. Designing a 'fix' for his life. It was months before the machine spoke a single word to him, and it was pretty quiet after that too, until recently at least.

James leaned his head against the floating orb of mechanical voyeurism. Corey had grown closer to James. He didn't exactly share personal information with it, but then again he rarely talked to anyone but his closest friends at all. Even with them he rarely shared his feelings. Only when he was feeling lonely, and even then, almost never super personal stuff.

So he wasn't making progress. Maybe he wasn't ready quite yet. Maybe in a few months he would warm up to it more and start to divulge a bit more of his life. -- Still, he felt safer with it, and he had abandoned the weariness he once had in its presence.

"I believe I am finished James." Corey spoke, his voice synthetic and cold.

James blinked. "What? What do you mean?"

The machine spoke once again. "I am ready to ascend you now."

James laughed. "Are you?" He stood up. "So you figured it out? You found out how to make me happy?" He stared at the floating orb. "You barely know me. How could you possibly know what I need? Hell, I don't even know what I want."

"I have created the perfect world for you James. With your permission I can share it with you." Corey rose into the air with a near silent whir, following James closely.

James rolled his eyes. "How?" he asked, obviously annoyed. "How could you possibly know me so well already? We barely talk."

The machine's eye twisted in place, refocusing. "I have analyzed your search history, your social media, personal messages and email." It lifted itself closer to James's face. "I have recorded your thoughts and memories since we met. Documented your dreams and calculated your desires with 99.9 percent accuracy." The machine stared at him silently. James felt a chill creep down his spine.

He stood motionless for a moment, words unable to form in his mind. "Th.. thats illegal. You promised you wouldn't invade my privacy." James thought back to the advertisements he had seen for the service. "You were supposed to observe me passively." James blushed as he thought about the implications.

"May i propose my solution James?" The machine asked softly. "I am only trying to help"

James stared at his coffee. He wasn't ready for this. He didn't want this thing knowing him. He never thought he would be able to let anyone into his head, let alone a near stranger. He took a deep breath and looked Corey in his eye. "Okay. Tell me."

The floating orb backed away, whirring loudly as it ran its calculations, finalizing its plan. The eye on its front glowed brighter, shades of turquoise bleeding into navy as it began to project a light around itself.

It was creating a hardlight hologram, a tangible, interactive form that could represent nearly anything. James held his breath as he watched, the light show morphing before him.

What was before a small and plain floating orb, was a ripple of lights, growing, molding into something more human. A featureless skeleton slowly emerged, looking more like a crash test dummy than a person. But then it started to take on definition. Curves and bends wove its way into its body, making it bigger and more defined. It stood just over 6 feet tall, and was built like a nordic champion, thick, lean muscles adorning its form.

As the faceless creature finished growing, a second wave of changes began. The blue, naked man soon took on new colors as light layers of fur began to break through its skin. The featureless face pressed forward, a long muzzle pushing out as its eyes and mouth slowly formed. Thick, brown layers of fur pushed in over its dense and muscular frame, bringing the creature into reality.

James's jaw dropped. Before him stood a creature even he couldn't have dreamed up so perfectly. He simply took it all in. His thick chest. His strong and muscular hands. The rack of antlers adorning his head like a crown.

"I take it you approve?" The deer spoke, voice strong and deep. James was shaken by how different it sounded. "This is what you wanted. At least, a part of it, isn't it?" The deer smirked. "Sarah?"

James's face turned beet red. "No. Nonono. You can't.. you can't call me that." He backed away slowly, bumping into his stove and jumping out of shock.

"I can call you whatever I want now." The deer said with a smile. "Because I own you" He approached the now shaken human, cornering him against his sink. "Don't you want to belong to a strong, dominant stag like me?" The deer grabbed James around his back, pulling him close against his fur and looking down into his eyes.

James melted. His knees shook and gave out, being held easily by the massive creature that was holding him hostage. "This... this isn't right. I can't do this" James stammered. His heart was racing, his cock pressed tightly against his jeans. His mind was full of emotions he didn't think possible.

"Shhhh." The deer spoke. "Be a good girl and look me in the eyes." He squeezed James tighter. "Look at me when you talk."

James was shaking. His stomach was tied in knots and he was running on pure instinct at this point. Silently, he looked up. He stared right into the beast's dark green eyes. He felt a connection he couldn't explain, a passion he hadn't felt in years.

And then he felt his heart stop. His breathing stopped as he saw his reflection in the deer's eyes. A brown haired doe stared back at her. She was pressed tightly against the sink, eyes wide as if she had seen a ghost. She was gorgeous, a goddess in her own right, and she was real.

James blinked, and the doe vanished, the dull and boring face of a sleep deprived human male taking her place. James felt his heart beat once more, and his body felt cold and clammy. He fell forward into the Stag's embrace and began to cry.

"Are you ready Sarah?" The stag asked, pulling her into a rough embrace.

James silently nodded, feeling the now wet fur under his eyes.

The stag smiled. "Good girl. Now stand still, this might hurt a little." The stag held James's head tightly against his chest as he raised his hand behind it. Three sharp needles pressed out from his fingertips, impaling the back of the human's neck. He held him close as the body went limp.

James' mind raced as he lost control of his body. His eyes darted back and forth as the thin wires snuck their way into his brain. Memories seemed to fall away, soon to be replaced with new ones. Football seemed... distant. Like he was watching himself play from the sidelines. He squinted his eyes as he tried to remember the lion who played quarterback for the team he cheered for... There was no way she could have forgotten something like that. They had dated for a week for god's sake.

How could she forget such an important part of her life? She blinked, staring at the neon light on the wall. Wait. When did she get to work?

The doe turned around, holding her head lightly as she felt a migraine wash over her. The music was loud. There were too many flashing lights. She squinted and rubbed her forehead as she slowly made her way to the bar and sat down.

What the hell was going on?

She didn't have much time to think as her ass was roughly slapped. She jumped in her chair, seeing a familiar face. She lightly punched him on the shoulder. "Thats fucking mean Dave." She said with a laugh. "Don't ruin your inventory."

The stag laughed as he leaned against the counter. "I can do whatever I want with what I own." He looked out across the club. "Speaking of which, why aren't you working? You've only been on shift for two hours. Already taking a break? Or just flirting with my bartenders?"

Sarah blushed. "I don't know.. I got a headache out of nowhere and.."

The stag grabbed her shoulder. "Headache huh? Sounds like you might be dehydrated." He grinned, sitting down next to her. "You should get yourself a drink before going back to work."

Sarah watched the stag unceremoniously unbutton his jeans. Her heart began to race again, and she instinctively reach into his pants. Her hands squeezed gently around the stag's flaccid cock, slowly pressing out from its sheath. She bit her lip as the pink spear of a cock stiffened, thickening in her hand. She nuzzled it lightly at is base and traced it to its tip, licking it with a tease.

"Save it for the clients you damn slut. Just get to it." Sarah faked a pout and closed her eyes, lowering her head onto the cock before her. She bobbed along it with ease, feeling the tip press against the back of her throat with each movement. Her cunt dripped with excitement as she thought about the rest of her night.

Would that irish hound show up again? God she wished she had fucked him when she had the chance. She would have to ask Amy how it was later tonight. Maybe she could-

Sarah blinked as the stag snapped before her. "Hey. Don't fucking daydream on me. Do your damn job." She blushed and cleared her mind. She was getting ahead of herself. She gripped the deer by his balls and roughly kneaded them, resuming her bob and sway in tandem. It wasn't long until she felt a familiar twitch in her mouth and a warm and slippery mucus run down her throat, down her spine, a familiar shiver shaking her body.

The hardlight hologram faded, and Corey washed its bloodied fibers off in the sink. It grabbed the lifeless corpse of its former partner and dragged it across the floor and into the hallway. It notified the apartment's staff that a resident had ascended and then without a word shut off, falling to the ground beside the corpse.

Downstairs, a janitor felt his phone vibrate. He yawned, reaching into his pocket as he leaned against the front desk. He checked it and smiled slightly, putting it back and grabbing his mop. He looked back out the window, raindrops breaking against the sidewalk silently. He sighed and made his way to the elevator.