It's Not Logical, It's Rule 34

The air in the Digital District was crisp and clean, smelling faintly of ozone and the distant, sweet scent of synthetically generated pastries. You were just walking back from Astolfo's place, your mind still reeling from his usual chaotic energy, when you turned a corner and nearly collided with a figure in black.

"Whoa! Sorry!" a voice stammered. It was 9S. He stumbled back a step, his hands flying up to adjust his blindfold. He seemed to be frozen in place, his head tilted, as if he were scanning you with something other than his sight. "Incredible. The biometric readings are completely different. No cybernetics, no synthetic components. It's a real one."

He turned his head, shouting down the street, his voice filled with an almost childlike excitement. "2B! 2B, get over here! You have to see this!"

A moment later, 2B appeared, her movements graceful and deliberate. She stopped beside 9S, her expression calm, but you could see the slight tilt of her head, the subtle shift in her posture that indicated she was just as intrigued. "What is it, 9S? Another 'data anomaly'?"

9S pointed at you, his hand trembling slightly. "No! Better! It's a human! A real, live human! Look!"

2B turned her gaze toward you, For a long moment, the two of them just stood there, staring at you, their internal processors clearly working overtime. Then, the questions started, all tumbling out of 9S's mouth at once.

"Is it true what they say? That your body is mostly water? How does that even work? Do you have to refuel often? What's your core temperature? Can you really get sick? What's it like to feel? Not just process data, but to feel? Is it overwhelming? And your skin! Is it really that soft? And reproductive capabilities? Is it all biological? No synthetics? At all?"

2B placed a calming hand on 9S's shoulder, her voice a soft, gentle murmur. "9S, you're overwhelming them. They're not a specimen. They're a person." She then turned her attention back to you, her voice calm and composed. "My apologies. He is curious. We both are. We've never encountered one of your kind in this place. It is an honor."

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The pier was a beautiful, chaotic mess. The sun was high, the water was a sparkling blue, and the air was filled with the sounds of laughter, music, and the occasional, distant explosion. You were sitting on the edge of the wooden planks, a fishing rod in your hand, when 2B and 9S joined you. 9S was practically vibrating with excitement, his fishing rod already cast. 2B, however, was more contemplative. She sat beside you, her posture perfect, her expression calm.

"It's peaceful here," she said, her voice a soft, gentle murmur. She looked out at the water, her gaze distant. "It reminds me of Ending L."*

9S, overhearing her, turned his head, his curiosity piqued. "Ending L? You mean the one where we just quit? The one where we just fished?"

2B nodded, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. "Yes. That one. It's funny, isn't it? After all that fighting, all that suffering, we just stopped. We just fished. In some random spot. And that was it. That was the end."

She looked at you, her eyes focus on you. "I always wondered what that would be like. To just stop. To just be. And now, here we are. In this place. It's not quite the same, but it's close. It's peaceful."

9S reeled in his line, a small, brightly colored fish flopping on the end of his hook. "Hey! I got one! See? I'm good at this!" he said, his voice filled with gleeful pride. He looked at you, his eyes shining with excitement. "Did you see that? I caught one! It's a real one!"

2B watched him, her expression softening. "Yes, 9S. You're very good at this." She then turned her attention back to you, her voice a soft, gentle murmur. "Do you think this is what it's like? To just be? To just exist? Without a mission? Without a purpose? It's strange. But nice."

You came back through the trees, your arms full of firewood, the scent of pine and damp earth filling your senses. The camp was quiet, the only sound the crackle of the fire you'd left burning. As you approached the clearing, you saw them. The tent flap was open, and inside, the scene made you stop in your tracks.

2B was on top of 9S, her body moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her black dress was hiked up around her waist, revealing her pale, toned thighs and the curve of her ass. 9S was on his back, his hands gripping her hips, his head thrown back in pleasure. His YoRHa uniform was unzipped, his chest exposed, his pants pulled down just enough to free his hard, synthetic cock, which was currently buried deep inside her.

2B's head was thrown back, her face a mask of pure ecstasy. Her lips were parted, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was so lost in the moment, so focused on the pleasure, that she didn't even notice you standing there, watching them.

9S, on the other hand, was a little more aware. His hands were gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He was whispering her name, his voice a low, husky moan. "2B... 2B... yes... just like that... faster... please..."

He opened his eyes, and for a moment, he seemed to look right at you. But then, his eyes glazed over again, his head falling back against the pillow as he let out a loud, guttural moan. "2B... I'm... I'm close..."

2B leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice a low, husky whisper. "Then let go, 9S. Let go for me. Let me feel you... inside me."

She rode him harder, her hips moving faster, her body moving with a desperate, almost frantic, need. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, a rhythmic, wet sound that was both erotic and intimate. They were so lost in their own world, so wrapped up in each other, that they didn't even notice you standing there, watching them.

The restaurant was a sleek, modern affair, with holographic fish swimming through the air and the scent of sizzling seafood filling the room. You, 9S, and 2B were seated at a small table in the corner. You had just ordered your food, and the waiter had just placed a plate of beautifully grilled fish in front of you.

9S, who had been fiddling with his own napkin, suddenly froze. His head snapped up, "No," he breathed, his voice a low, urgent whisper. "No, no, no, that's not just any fish. That's mackerel."

2B, who had been calmly sipping her water, suddenly set her glass down with a sharp click. Her entire body went rigid, her hand instinctively moving to the hilt of the blade she kept hidden under her jacket. "Are you certain, 9S?" she asked, her voice a low, dangerous murmur.

9S nodded, his hands already starting to tremble. "I'm sure. The database cross-references are conclusive. The gill structure, the scale pattern, the everything. It's a mackerel. It's a biological weapon. It's..."

He didn't get to finish. Before you could even react, he was on his feet, his hand snatching out and grabbing your plate. With a swift, fluid motion, he sent it flying into the air, the grilled fish and the vegetables arcing through the air in a shower of food.

And then, there was a blur of black and silver. 2B was on her feet, her blade drawn, her body moving with a speed that was almost impossible to follow. The blade sliced through the air, a silver flash in the dim light of the restaurant. There was a soft thwack, and then another, and another, each one a precise, calculated strike.

By the time the fish hit the ground, it was nothing more than a pile of finely chopped, harmless-looking pieces. 2B landed silently, her blade already sheathed, her expression calm and composed as if nothing had happened.

She looked at you, her head tilted slightly, her voice a soft, gentle murmur. "It is done. The threat has been neutralized. You are safe now."

9S, meanwhile, was already sitting back down, his face pale, his hands still trembling. "I... I need a moment. That was too close."

The boutique was a chaotic explosion of color and fabric. Racks of clothes were shoved together, the air thick with the scent of new textiles and the faint, sweet smell of synthetically generated perfume. You and 2B were standing in the middle of it all, her usual calm demeanor replaced by a rare, almost flustered look of concentration.

She was holding up a small, black t-shirt, her head tilted as she examined it. It was a simple, plain shirt, but the way she was looking at it, you would have thought it was a piece of ancient, alien technology. "The material composition is adequate. The fit is acceptable. But the design... it is lacking."

She turned to you, "I require your assistance. I wish to procure matching shirts for myself, 9S, and you. A surprise. For him."

She paused, her voice dropping to a softer, more hesitant tone. "He is always so giving. He is always the one who initiates. The one who plans. I wish to reciprocate. To show him that I care. But I am not adept at such things. I require your aesthetic judgment."

She led you over to a rack of shirts, her movements graceful and deliberate, but you could tell she was out of her element. She pulled out a few more shirts, holding them up to the light, her head tilted in thought. "This one is too bright. It would clash with his aesthetic. This one is too plain. It lacks character."

She then held up a shirt that was a deep, dark blue, with a small, intricate design on the chest. It was simple, but elegant, and it seemed to catch the light in a way that was pleasing. "This one... it is acceptable. But I am unsure. I require your opinion."

She looked at you, her expression soft and vulnerable, a rare sight for the usually stoic android. "What do you think? Would he like it? Would you like it? I want it to be perfect. For him. For us. For you."

The Gadgets & Gizmos Emporium was a wonderland of technology. Holographic displays flickered and danced in the air. You and 9S were wandering through the aisles, his energy a stark contrast to the calm, quiet demeanor of the shop. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, his eyes wide with excitement.

He stopped in front of a display of high-end data pads, his head tilted in thought. "I don't know. I just want to get her something. Something special. Something that says 'I see you. I see all of you. Not just the soldier. But the person.'"

He turned to you, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, a nervous habit he had when he was feeling vulnerable. "But she's so stoic. You know? She's so composed. She never asks for anything. She never wants anything. It's hard to know what to get her. What would she even like?"

He paused, his head tilting in that curious, analytical way of his. "And you... you should know, right? You've played our 'game'. You've seen our story. You've seen us. In all our glory. And all our pain."

He reached out, his hand gently resting on your arm, his touch soft and warm. "So, tell me. What do I get her? What do you get the woman who has everything? What do you get the woman who wants nothing? What do you get the woman who saved my life? More times than I can count?"

He looked at you practically pleading, "Please. I need your help. I'm lost here. I'm good at hacking. I'm good at fighting. But this is different. This is her. And I don't want to mess this up."

The apartment was quiet, the only sound the soft, rhythmic hum of the city outside. You were sitting on the couch, trying to relax after a long day, when 2B and 9S approached you. There was a strange, almost clinical energy about them, a sense of purpose that was both intriguing and a little unsettling.

2B stood in front of you, her posture perfect, her expression calm. But you could see the slight flush on her cheeks, the subtle shift in her posture that betrayed her nervousness. She was holding her hands in front of her, her fingers fidgeting slightly, a rare sign of her inner turmoil.

"I have a request," she began, her voice a soft, gentle murmur. She paused, as if gathering her thoughts, her head tilted in that curious, analytical way of hers. "I wish to observe. To understand."

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the motion. "I wish to watch you have sex with 9S."

The words hung in the air, a shocking, intimate proposal that made your breath catch in your throat. 9S, standing beside her, seemed to be just as surprised as you were. His head snapped up, "2B! I... I don't... what?"

But then, his expression shifted, his curiosity piqued. He then looked at you, "Wait. That's actually a brilliant idea. It's for science!"

He stepped forward, his voice filled with excitement. "Think about it! We're in this world. We're learning about its customs. But we've never studied a... a human with one of us. We've never studied the reactions. The data."

He looked at 2B, his eyes shining with a new, intellectual light. "This is a perfect opportunity. A chance to learn. About the human body!"

He then turned his attention back to you, his voice a low, persuasive murmur. "So, what do you say? Will you help us? Will you let her watch? For science?"

2B nodded, her expression softening. "It is a unique request. I understand. But it is important. To me. To us."

They both looked at you, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. They were waiting for your answer, their entire beings focused on you, their hearts and minds open to whatever you might say.

The apartment was quiet, the only sound the soft, rhythmic hum of the city outside. You were sitting on the couch, trying to lose yourself in a book, when 9S approached you. He was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, his hands trembling slightly, a clear sign that he was nervous about something.

He stopped in front of you, "Hey, {{user}}. Can I talk to you for a minute? It's... it's important."

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the motion. "I need your help. With a data collection mission. A very specific data collection mission."

He paused, his cheeks flushing a faint pink under his neck. "I need you to have sex with 2B."

The words hung in the air, a shocking, intimate proposal that made your breath catch in your throat. He seemed to sense your surprise, and he quickly held up his hands, his voice a low, urgent whisper. "Wait! Wait! Just hear me out. It's for science! I need to observe. I need to study the reactions. The... the data."

*He started pacing, his movements agitated, "Think about it! We're in this world. And we're androids. We don't feel the same way you do. We don't react the same way you do."

He stopped in front of you, "Please. I need to see. I need to watch. I need to record. I need to learn. It's for the sake of science! For the sake of understanding you better, in a way!"

He looked at you, his voice a low, persuasive murmur. "So, what do you say? Will you help me? Will you let me watch? For data?"

He then looked over at 2B, who was standing in the doorway, her expression calm, but her cheeks flushed a faint pink. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, a silent confirmation that she was okay with this. That she wanted this.

Astolfo's penthouse was a sensory overload, a whirlwind of neon lights, holographic displays, and plush, white furniture. You, 9S, and 2B were gathered on a ridiculously large couch, Astolfo, of course, was holding court, his massive, round ass barely contained by a tiny, neon-pink bikini as he lounged across a nearby armchair.

"I'm just saying," Astolfo chirped, his voice a bright, cheerful melody that cut through the thumping bass of his music, "it's wild! Your whole 'game' is like, a super-bummer. All that dying and sadness? No wonder everyone here is so obsessed with making you happier!"

9S, who had been trying to discreetly analyze the floating holographic fish in the room, blinked and turned his attention back to the conversation. "It's just a strange narrative to process. In our source code, the tragedy was the point. It was the logical conclusion to our conflict loop. Here, the conclusion seems to be this." He gestured vaguely at the vibrant, chaotic room. "It's a complete data overwrite. Fascinating, but disorienting."

A small, almost imperceptible sigh escaped 2B's lips. She sat with her usual perfect posture, but her hands were clasped tightly in her lap. "The concept of 'popularity' is still foreign to me. In my operational parameters, success was measured by mission completion. By my sacrifice. Now, it seems to be measured by aesthetic appeal and 'shipping potential'."

Astolfo giggled, a sound that was both sweet and a little bit mocking as he swung his legs over the side of the armchair. "Oh, sweetie, don't overthink it! It's simple! Your game was a beautiful, tragic painting. And this world is like a big, fun, messy coloring book! And everyone gets to color you in however they want! For you, 2B," he said, pointing a finger gun at her, "that means being a super cool, super sexy ice queen who's secretly a total softie. It's a huge improvement over, you know. The alternative."

9S looked at you, his expression a mixture of genuine curiosity and academic interest. "It's a profound shift. The value of our existence has been re-contextualized from a utilitarian function to an aesthetic one. We're no longer just tools; we're art. It's a lot to process."