Deciphering Dreams

Bad Guy

* another sexual dream....
Why the fuck am I having so many of these in such a short period. I just need to get laid man. For reaaallll*

(18+) Reader Discretion Advised

It was past eight o'clock on a stormy night and I found myself in a library that apparently was open this late. I was doing research for some sort of an invention I was working on, with another person, Dr. Feilds. Sitting at a desk I seemed super frustrated with a mechanism I couldn't seem to figure out, so I stood up and pushed the book away from me grunting. I walked to a set of french doors and pulled them open to reveal our invention. It was centered in the small work space provided, sitting on small antique couch. Dr. Fields was behind it, welding small parts together at a desk. He was wearing his usual, some sort of band t-shirt with a blazer, dark jeans, and his bright red converse.

" I cant figure this fucking mechanism out!" I yelled. " How can I be so smart, but I cant seem to figure out how to keep this creatures artificial intelligence system programmed to specific technological applications?"

"Because like all inventors, you hit bumps in the road, which is why you have me!" Fields exclaimed.

I was exasperated at the progress we made on the creature. It was an artificial intelligence robot, but its whole body was a screen that could project on to itself and/ or project onto a screen. We gave it the body of a male human and dressed it in a school librarian uniform because its intended purpose was to help students do research. They can ask it questions and in seconds it can search thousands of credited websites for the information they need. It's only meant to be here in the late hours of the night while the original librarian goes home.

"I just dont understand, artificial intelligence is such an incredible concept, but I definitely understand the worry of it becoming more independent with unrestricted access to the world wide web. So how hard does it have to be to restrict it's access? I mean we have kids controls on our tablets and computers, but I cant do that to our robot?" I was pacing and waving my hands about in a panicked way.

Fields was ignoring me as usual because he was so fixated on making it all perfect. "Mhm... mhm...." he absentmindedly hummed.

I sat next to A.R.C.H.E.R ( Artificial Research Computer with Human Efficiency and Resources ). I examined his face closely to see the small cameras hidden beneath the screen where his eyes are meant to be. We gave him human features like a nose and mouth just so people felt more comfortable around it and so it looked less like a robot and more like a dark bronzed statue. The screens along his body were all high- definition. I caressed its arms and the sleek screen and felt down its legs and suddenly I felt something in between ARCHER's legs and my eyes widen when I realized what is was.

"FIELDS! DID YOU PUT A DICK ON ARCHER?!"

He started laughing so hard that his face was turning red. "Yeah, though it'd be funny and our little inside joke!"

" We're putting this thing in a college library! What if some kids want to be jackasses and pull his pants down and they see a freaking 8-inch cock?"

Fields laughed more " Well I cant do anything about it now! I'll make sure I put some sort of tight black speedo down there than cant be pulled off" he looked at me all smug. "I also figured he could be your boyfriend on the weekends since the library is closed and you never seem to do anything but school and work. Girl you need to get laid..."

I jumped up from the couch. "No I do not, I got laid twice by the only boyfriend I've ever had and he got what he wanted and left, so I dont plan on laying anyone that I'm not in a serious committed relationship with." I crossed my arms frustrated that Fields did this childish thing to our good work. " Anyways, if anyone needed to use ARCHER for a screw, it would be you gaybird." I laughed