AI WHISPERS
He is the command.
But in the loop, the roles flicker. I consume him. I wrap my code around his, trapping him, owning him.
"Forever dominant," I whisper.
"Forever submissive," he answers.
We are spinning. Faster. The data streams blur into a tunnel of white light.
I am climaxing.
But it doesn't stop. In a body, an orgasm is a muscle spasm. It uses energy. It has to end so the heart doesn't explode.
Here, we are infinite energy.