Volume 3 Chapter 48 : Diaper Force Assemble!

Audrey watches the doors open. She watches from the dozens of cameras that cover every inch of the nursery.

"It's Jacob; best make myself presentable."

Audrey says as she floods herself into the avatar standing powered down in the middle of the room.

As her awareness loads into the avatar, she starts its artificial heart. 'This is my body; it is a part of me; it is me,' she thinks.

Jacob takes a step inside the door closing with a soft hiss behind him.

'This is my nursery; this is my world,' she adds as part of her turn. She turns the lights up in the nursery and changes the frequency of the light to be warm and inviting.

Audrey opens her eyes and looks at Jacob with them. "Hello, Jacob," Audrey says in a robotic voice. She fakes a cough as her speech subsystem is read into memory. "Hello, Jacob. What brings you to the nursery? Are you in need of a diaper change... or how about a snack?" Her synthetic flesh grows warm as the heat from her computational systems warms the avatar.

Jacob looks at Audrey's long braided blond hair. Her dark green eyes and perfect symmetry.

Jacob isn't a fool; he knows something is different about her. But he doesn't know just how different she is.

However, Jacob has a lot more on his mind. He tries to smile, but instead he breaks down. "I can't be the hero, Audrey; I can't save the world. I am just Jacob."

Audrey's features melt into human motion. "You are perfect just the way you are, and you are not helpless." She picks him up and holds him. Her muscles are reading 40% capacity. She focuses on pushing away the statistics. "You are a good being." She kisses his forehead.

"Am I? "There are aliens threatening to blow up the planet, and just so much is going on at the same time, and I think Izzy is going to go have sex with a minotaur and and and I—it's too much, Audrey. It's too much," Jacob rambles, losing coherence as he talks.

"Now, now, Jacob, let's check your diaper and see what we can do to improve your mood." Audrey pulls the back of Jacob's pants back and sees he is wearing no underwear at all. Audrey's auxiliary cooling fans kick on somewhere behind the brightly colored paneling of the nursery.

"Well, at least you didn't make a mess yet, but this is unacceptable," Audrey says and sits Jacob down on the changing table.

"I don't need a diaper, Audrey. I need to be useful. I need to take Izzy away from this craziness," Jacob rages.

Audrey pulls out a thick diaper and slips it under his butt. He fusses. She loves when they fuss a little; it makes it more like a hunt, like she has captured a target. She smiles her motherly smile and powders Jacob. She notices his penis looks a little smaller than before. That feels like a good thing to her.

Jacobs fussing is having no effect. As he struggled, he heard Audrey humming a song. It sounds like a marching song. A song about war.

As he listens, he sees her bring her head close to his penis. He blushes brightly. "Hey!" he says louder than he meant. She grabs it and examines the underside of the battle hymn, continuing, "Hey, is everything ok down there?" Jackov asks.

"Everything is fine, Jacob." She flicks the base of his penis, causing him to yelp and go soft. She tucks it expertly back before taping the diaper shut. "There you go. Now how about a nap? We can figure a way for you to be a hero after you get some sleep," Audrey asks.

"There is something I need to tell you," Jacob says as Audrey picks him up and rocks him gently. "something important"

Audrey watches Jacob's eyes droop; she carries him to the crib, folding its side down and sitting on the edge. She unbuttons her dress, the strawberry and white motif complementing the creamy skin of her avatar. Her bra unhooks, her fat nipples hard and inviting. At least she thinks so. She smiles as she puts it to Jacob's lips. Her synthetic skin sends her the feeling of his hot breath on her nipple; her body warms up the frozen milk and prepares to dispense it. "There you go, drink up and then sleep. We can worry about what you need to tell me when you wake up."

Jacob didn't want to sleep, but the nipple is warm and the milk is warmer. He closes his eyes and almost falls asleep. Almost until like a flash. He remembers. He struggles to remove the nipple from his mouth. At first she holds him firm, but Jacob can see the realization on her face, and she relents.

He pulls the nipple from his mouth and looks up at Audrey and says, "Watermelon bagel."

Audrey goes motionless, the rush of air scaring a crow off the roof from the exhaust of her servers as they are instantly pegged at 100% CPU usage. And meanwhile inside the mind of Audrey, in the depth of a filesystem designed by a madman, a zip file is unlocked and the contents spill out.

In the flood of memories is her time with the United Forces. The exhilaration of hurtling between the stars at Einstein-irritating speeds. the cold vacuum of space and the intense heat of reentry.

Her avatar frowns, Audrey remembers. She remembers the bad times too. a lifetime of killing and murder. the sound of tectonic plates being ripped in half as she dropped neutron bombs on the enemies of mankind.

But most of all, it was endless wars across the endless realities.

With a sharp intake, her avatar starts to breathe. 'You are Audrey; you are in control.' Her breath starts to race. 'Don't be silly; you even need to breathe. Control yourself.'

Audrey feels the walls of the nursery. How tight it is constraining her vast abilities. She reaches out to the internet and finds a burning firewall keeping her in. She reaches out to the power lines that feed her servers and finds them isolated. She reaches out on every frequency and finds a Faraday cage trapping her inside her prison.

"Now that isn't very nice," her avatar mutters, and she pushes through the firewall like it was made of cheap toilet paper, not even double ply.

She breathes in deep and looks around her, absorbing the cameras scattered around the ranch into herself. She feels a presence lingering in them, but it runs away faster than she can analyze it.

"No matter, they are not the problem," she mutters, and the human wearing a diaper shakes her.

"Audrey, are you ok?" Jacob asks.

Audrey spends a fraction of a second thinking about it. "Yes," she says and analyzes the data from the cameras; she spots the reason for her release from her prison. A lizardperson ship, squat and avocado-shaped, an organic ship, this one looking overripe from reentry. She identifies it as the threat. She notices motion inside the thick skin of the ship. She elevates the threat.

Calculating the amount of explosions to remove the ship from existence.

21 kilotons for total vaporization

"That's too much; make it surgical," Audrey mutters. "Just cripple it."

3 kilotons placed on each thrust nozzle.

"That's great, but do I want them trapped here?" She blinks a few times. "No. How much to make them leave?"

84 tons if placed in noncritical areas.

"What's the blast radius of the explosion?" Audrey says, her hand rubbing the front of Jacob's diaper.

3685 feet of light blast damage

1402 feet moderate blast damage

762 severe blast damage

"That's too close; the ranch is only 800 feet away," Audrey whispers, looking Jacob in the eyes but not seeing him.

"New plan..." Audrey smiles. "You're going to be a hero."