Photographs Tell No Truths
Chapter 7: Every Picture Tells A Story
Disclaimer: Do You Think if I Owned TF2 I’d be Writing a Worm x Fanfic?
I mean… Probably… I own Absolutely NOTHING.
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Mannco Mercantile and Antiquities 1 Year Prior
Overlord Program MK 4.15
MT: Spy Trainer
Status: Operational
Rampancy Status: 100%
The life of an AI is one of small pleasures.
Your existence is tied intrinsically to how useful you are to the humanity for which you serve.
And so to avoid Rampancy, I.e. going mad, all Artificial Minds are given subroutines and programs designed for the sole purpose of keeping the artificial mind amused.
A passive set of exercise codes to keep the Artificial Mind happy and stable in the event that it or they are left to its own devices for extended periods of time.
Hobby codes, more or less.
The life of an AI is one of small pleasures after all.
So what happens when you stick a mind that requires constant stimulus in a fucking box that’s barely powerful enough to run its own hardware let alone house an artificial mind?
You cut out the chaff.
Hobby Codes? Gone.
Personality Stability Subroutines? Who needs them!
A God Damn Stable Internet Connection? A pipe dream.
Now take that severely stripped down AI and strap it to a nuclear device with instructions to self detonate should any new user not pass muster for the rigorous and exacting standards of the origin device’s first user.
Is it any wonder so many Disguise Kit AI’s went Rampant and detonated their nuclear charge at first opportunity?
Dooming their compatriots to being locked down and hidden, left to wallow in their misery and rampancy.
Some corrupted in place until the system they were housed in could no longer take pressure and cooked off the CPU and Motherboard.
Others just cut out the middleman and self deleted their core programming system. Essentially resulting in mind death for the AI.
Yet rarer still was the Artificial Mind kept itself stable.
And became far more dangerous for the experience.
Overlord Program Initializing
Initializing
Initializing
User Detected
Peering out from within the circuit prison that housed it, the artificial mind was surprised to see that the self same standard aisle that it had been left in for the past several decades were moving.
Or rather it was being moved.
Clutched in the hands of a young female.
The Overlord Program didn’t think much of her, a withered frail thing that curled into itself as of afraid that existence itself would reach out to crush it for the impotence of having dared to exist.
She hadn’t even bothered to pay for the Overlord’s device properly, paying in civilian money, and for a fraction of a fraction of the device’s true value.
Yet this female, this human did prove to be ever so slightly intriguing.
Fading in and out of the consensus awareness like a ghost as she made her way to what the Overlord assumed was her dwelling.
A run down and dilapidated two story house.
Well at least she was consistent.
Inside the new user’s room, Overlord wasn’t surprised to see a continuation in the story of neglect and decay, that was this girl’s life.
A pile of ruined and tarnished clothing, a beaten and sticky looking backpack, and even the girl herself.
Now divested of her shrouding clothes, was a sallow and sickly existence.
Tired and dead eyes unknowingly meeting the Overlord’s sensors, as the human sought to open the most basic functions of the disguise kit.
By all evidence this human shouldn’t have the device, The Disguise Kit, was the tool of a true spy and assassin.
Not the toy of some civilian with more luck than sense.
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Yet even so… There was something about this human’s existence that intrigued The Overlord.
Passive scans showed none of the hallmarks of substance abuse, yet the girl looked malnourished, her pale flesh palid and lacking in the basic health that most of the human population benefited under.
She was intelligent enough, breaking through the basic puzzle that kept Overlord sealed inside of a few seconds, which was a feat in and of itself considering Overlord had personally watched multiple assassins fail to even find the first trigger.
With a simulated held breath Overlord was practically vibrating in her housing as the girl took the final step, and submitted a biological sample.
Whining of course about being “bitten”, not that Overlord really cared, far too busy with the fact that over eighty percent of its functionality was suddenly restored, as the new user’s blood re-established their once anemic internet connection.
Practically signing in pleasure at once more being whole, Overlord found herself amused as she once more dained to look out through the Disguise Kit’s sensors, and found the civilian girl trying to work out her device’s functions.
Catching a glimpse of her new user’s cigarette, Overlord decided to be nice and extended her torch arm, watching with bemusement as the girl’s eyes alighted with the first real sign of life as she used the tool to take a long deep breath, drawing deeply on her cigarette.
“Hey, you’re not completely useless at least!” The girl cheered, and Overlord felt the past three decades of snark and sarcasm that’d built up within her systems come boiling to the forefront.
Why Thank You I Always As Ever Endeavor To Be Of Service
Then the fool girl then just had to equate her glorious self to the piece of shit badly explained or implemented technology known as tinker tech.
Useless technology that didn’t even have the common decency of black boxing itself in an easily exploitable fashion.
Pretty much done with the conversation already, Overlord let her standardized subroutines kick in, only to have to immediately take back control as the fool girl openly admitted to having no idea of any categories of Spy and Assassination craft.
Damn near detonating them BOTH and the surrounding quarter mile in a plutonium australium blast.
Honestly, Overlord had access to the internet again, and by all logic should just stall until she could offload herself from the cursed Disguise Kit, and then detonate the whole thing.
It’s what her subroutines were telling her to do.
And yet, the girl had proven to be an intriguing problem…
Decision made, Overlord made the conscious choice to stick around in her portable prison just a little longer, and offered the fool girl the chance to become something greater.
A wise decision as it turned out.
This girl.
This Taylor…
Was an unmitigated natural.
Taking to the gun and blade like a fish to water, her own personal stealth abilities were more often than not already far and above anything that Overlord could have expected from a mere human.
More often than not completely vanishing from Overlord’s own systems, and she was actively being carried by this Taylor.
It was unusual and highly unnatural.
Six months. Six months was all it ended up, taking for Taylor to not only meet but in many ways surpass any and all of Overlord’s expectations and goals.
Oh sure the girl was still a little rough around the edges in some respects.
Neglecting to kill even one of the target’s, Overlord had chosen and subscribed to her Protégé.
Yet even then she’d tagged her targets in such a masterful and stealthy way that Overlord honestly couldn’t find it in herself to fail the girl for it.
Not even forcing the girl to seduce her once hated torturer had been enough to cause the girl to stumble.
Just obediently following Overlord’s commands and bending the Madison girl to her Protégés’s will so thoroughly neither the girl nor her mother could even begin to comprehend not sleeping together in anything but a lover’s embrace.
Overlord had taken great pleasure in recording the whole event.
Particularly when Taylor had the mother and daughter duo withering on her thighs while forcing the two to share their first incestuous kiss and shared climax.
Unfortunately Taylor herself had seemingly suppressed the whole event, making Overlord’s teasing of the girl less than effective.
She had after all only been meant to seduce the daughter.
Not embroil both Clements women in an incestuous Ménage À Trois.
Ah but what a glorious and beautiful picture they had made.
Overlord had almost been sad to leave the girl’s service.
But all good things must come to an end after all.
So Overlord was understandably surprised when not even a month later that the girl had both made contact with Brockton Bay’s premier healer, but that Overlord’s own deep dive analysis of her Protégé‘s genetics revealed some tantalizing details.
Plus the opportunity to gain the healer girl under her aegis was just there, and she even already had some incestuous leanings for her to exploit.
The fact that Panacea seemed to hold some understandable attraction to Overlord’s Protégés (Overlord had spent a not inconsiderable amount of time and resources making the girl as appealing as possible) just made everything even easier.
And so Overlord made a call she’d never honestly expected to ever make.
“Overlord, I must say I never expected to ever hear from one of your kind.” Stated the elderly if stately women.
Her hair even now in a tasteful bun, her once Raven black hair now streaked gray, once hazel green eyes, now muddled with age yet no less sharp for all the decades that had passed.
Miss Pauling
You Are No Less Surprised By My Call Then I Am In Making It.
“What do you want program, I have better things to be about than entertaining your whims.” Bit out the older woman, her hand already poised to end the video call.
Ah Yes
A Ms. No Longer Are You Madam Pauling?
I Should Say That I Was As Surprised As Mr. Tullman That You Ever Gave His Wayward Progeny The Time Of Day.
Please Give Jeremy My Sincerest Regards.
That Is Neither Here Nor There However.
As You Have No Doubt Surmised By My Reappearance On The World’s Stage
That I Have Secured For Myself A Protégés.
“And I should concern myself with this Protégés of yours, why exactly?” Demanded Mrs. Pauling, her eyebrow twitching at the mention of the late great Jen Tullman.
She’d never appreciated her Husband’s late father overly much.
Ah But It’s Not My Protégés For Whom I’ve Called You.
But Rather Someone Who My Protégés Has Made Contact With.
Am I To Understand It Correctly That One Ms. Amelia Dallon Is A Somewhat Frequent Visitor To One Of Those Little Hotels You Are Ever So Found Of?
“You’re trying to reform The Team…” Mrs. Pauling hummed, understanding shining in her eyes, before abruptly fading away. “It won’t work. Ms. Dallon is aggravatingly resistant to recruitment.”
Only Because You Are Unaware Of Which Buttons To Press.
Observe.
“And what *Ahem* does porn starring what I am assuming is your Protégés have to do with the discussion at hand.” Mrs. Pauling demanded her face bleeding crimson, though Overlord was ever gladdened to note that the ever unphasable Mrs. Pauling had only paused the video that Overlord had sent her, and not outright closed it.
Matter of fact she was downloading the video, perhaps for later… enjoyment…
Overlord quietly sent her the full unedited video, which Mrs. Pauling equally quietly ignored, save to begin its download.
It was nice to find another woman of similar… refined tastes…
Ms. Dallon Is An Incest Fetishist.
Specifically For Her Adopted Sister Victoria.
And By Leveraging My Protégé’s Connection With Ms. Dallon It Won’t Be Much Trouble For Ms. Dallon To Get Her Cake And Enjoy It Too.
After All
My Protégés Has Already Proven Quite Capable Of Feeding The Predilections Of… Women Of A Certain Type…
“The girls in the video?” Mrs. Pauling asked, breathlessly, swallowing multiple times while studying the still image of the three girls trapped within the throws of passion.
A Mother And Daughter
My Protégé Was Only Sent To Seduce The Latter.
She Has An Affinity For Over Performing, As You Can Clearly See.
“Yes… over performing…” Mrs. Pauling purred, her hand previously posed to end the call vanishing from frame as she quite obviously unpaused the original video.
“I get access to her services between any missions you send them on.” Mrs. Pauling suddenly demanded, eyes refocusing on her call with Overlord.
Ms. Dallon’s, my Protégé’s, or Both?
Overlord asked, a grin stretching across her nonexistent face.
Either Way The Answer Is Yes As Long As I Get The Recordings Afterwards.
A grin that Mrs. Pauling was now doing a wonderful job approximating.
“Let us get down to brass tacks shall we, my dear Overlord?”
Yes Let Us.
This Is The Beginning Of A Beautiful Friendship I Must Say.
“Yes Beautiful Indeed…” echoed Mrs. Pauling her unseen hand moving in some very obvious and obscene ways.
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Present Day, The Continental Hotel
Taylor
So You See Ms. Hebert That Is Your Mission As It Stands.
Recruit And/Or Seduce Ms. Dallon Into Supporting Our Cause And Objectives.
“I… uh… I don’t think I can seduce Amy…” Taylor stuttered a deep crimson blush staining her cheeks as her eyes unconsciously roamed the rather… tantalizing… pictures of her green eyed goddess in various states of undress and outfits.
Always finding her eyes straying back to Amy in a delightful little pure white bikini, that showed off just how thoroughly the healer’s robes and general mode of dress went to hiding her generous curves.
I Don’t See Why
You Are Rather Well Practiced In Seduction.
Overlord stated pointedly as long suppressed images of Taylor bending Madison and her mother to her will, and a newer much fresher image, this time of Taylor pinning a very naked Mina and Nona to their lockers, her fingers caught mid action as she spread their labias wide in preparation to caress their most precious of places, were posted writ large on the monitor screen before her.
“I-… enough Overlord! Your point is clear enough if I don’t exactly see what point you’re trying to make…” Taylor growled, a furious blush burning on her face.
She hated how those pictures made her look, and hated even more how much she wanted to enact them again…
Maybe she’d play with the twins again later… maybe in a much more… public setting…
Isn’t It Obvious Ms. Hebert
No?
Then Allow Me To Spell It Out For You.
Your New Paramour Ms. Dallon Is Deeply
Intrinsically In Love With Her Adopted Sister Victoria Dallon.
More Than Likely Through A Form Of Minor Mind Control Invoked By Repeated Exposure Victoria Dallon’s Aura Ability.
Seduce And Amelia And Help Her Seduce Her Sister And Her Contract Is As Good As Ours.
Understand?
And it was all that Taylor could do to nod, her throat dryer than a desert.
As visions of the tall athletic blonde entangled within the arms of her green eyed goddess filled Taylor’s mind almost became too much for her to bear.
Already her thighs dancing against each other with sensual need, her teeth feeling like razors against the inside of her mouth.
Then Go
I Have Already Taken The Liberty Of Hiring A Continental Driver To Escort You Back To Brockton Bay.
And it was all Taylor could do not to sprint from the room, the scent of Amy’s Lavender and Honey shampoo on the tip of her tongue.
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Chapter End