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I Still Orbit You
🔞 Jungkook receives a companion droid as a birthday gift.

Tags and warnings in the reply (might update as I write).

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🔞 This will have smut 🔞

NJ is a sex robot and in the beginning he is entirely dependent on JK. Dubious consent because of that.

Be safe and don't read what you don't like.

Otherwise it's fluffy and humurous. Philosophical, maybe 🤭

QRTs are appreciated 💜
Let's get it!

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A little preface:
Vague (not dystopic?) technologically advanced future.

Companion droid Namjoon and human Jungkook who gets him as a birthday gift and he's reluctant about the whole situation at first, but warms up to him and catches feelings like the hopeless romantic he is.

I'm thinking Namjoon could have some brain function limiters and Jungkook feels bad fucking something that is programmed to never want to say no so he hacks Namjoon to remove those limiters and accidentally makes Namjoon more "human" in the process.

Namjoon's base interests are pretty limited to sex and serving his user, but without the inhibitors he discovers a passion for books and music and cute things.

He's still very much horny though.

Jungkook feels conflicted about it cause even though Namjoon has evolved beyond his original making in terms of cognition and desires and all that he's still a sex droid so he thinks that Namjoon doesn't truly enjoy sex with him and is just performing that base programming.

He's wrong, obviously, Namjoon is a complex and advanced creature with layers and stuff so when Jungkook suggests removing the base sex droid programming entirely Namjoon is really upset about it

"If you're gonna delete sex from my programming then might as well chop off my dick while you're at it. Get rid of all of my pleasure receptors too, why don't you? Why would a droid wanna enjoy listening to music or sun-charging or your company? Is that chaste enough for you?"

Jungkook like "I just don't want you to be... you know."
"What? Don't want me to be a sex robot? I am, Jungkook. Just because I'm more than that now doesn't mean I'm not that too."

Jungkook chills eventually but before that he keeps getting increasingly worried that Namjoon is always down to fuck. He gave him the ability to say no, why doesn't he???

Meanwhile Namjoon like "I'll use my new brain functions to be more horny, thank you very much."

Namjoon has that infamous porn collection but like, carefully curated with his droid powers beyond human standards, and Jungkook is baffled that Namjoon has such extensive material available.

Boy is nasty! Why is Jungkook being so mean wanting to erase his sexuality?

He likes to appreciate the pleasures of existence. Be it a walk through a sunny garden or a dick up his ass.

But anyway now to the actual story:

Jungkook panics when he first receives Namjoon, who is not even Namjoon yet.

The droid is in Blank Compliance Mode (which is something I'm pulling out of my ass rn cause the thought of Jungkook unboxing a human-looking thing is rather weird? He's so big how would he fit? Nah)

Like, you know that you can program robots to make specific movements and stuff?
Blank Compliance would be a mode where they only have motor functions and follow simple voice commands.

Once taken out of Blank Compliance mode for the first time you can't put them back in it without entirely resetting their brains, cause of the self-preservation base programming.

(This will be relevant to the plot soon bear with me 🤭)

But anyway!

Jungkook opens the door to his apartment One Normal Morning because the house AI said there was a delivery that needed his signature.

And it's the mail droid (basic programming, obviously a machine, doesn't pass the turing test because it doesn't matter so why bother) with what at first glance looks like a person behind it.

"Hello?" Jungkook says through a yawn.
"Delivery for Jeon Jungkook." The mail droid offers him a tablet. "We need you to sign these terms of responsibility and confirmation that you received it."

Jungkook grabs the tablet and the bright logo of Prime Companion catches his eye right away. One of the companies leading the technology market.

He doesn't remember buying anything but maybe his home ordered a new vacuum (the old one was funky) and he completely forgot about it.

"Received what?" he asks.
The mail robot gestures to the person behind him. "This, Jungkook ssi."

Jungkook looks at the person, actually truly sees the person, and he almost has a heart attack.

His eyes are completely white and his expression is so blank that he looks like a doll.
There's a stand-by light flickering faintly from the center of his jugular notch, partially covered by the Prime Companion standard jumpsuit that Jungkook is used to seeing in new droids.

"What the fuck?" Jungkook frowns. "I didn't order a droid."
"No?" The mail droid asks before its own eyes turn entirely white. "Checking. Please wait."

Less than two seconds later the mail droid responds, "It appears to be a collective birthday gift from 'your hyungs' is that familiar to you?"

"My birthday was on the 1st, they were here for the party and didn't say anything."
"Checking. Please wait."

Jungkook sighs, looking at the droid's blank face in the meantime.

The white eyes are a little creepy, but he looks so realistic that he could easily pass as a human. Why would someone put so much detail on a droid when most are stylised these days? The mail droid doesn't even have facial features.
What kind of droid did they get him?

He didn't mention needing help with anything around the house, he rather enjoys cleaning after himself. So why did his hyungs even decide to gift a droid to him in the first place?

"It was ordered on the 2nd," the mail droid says, interrupting his thoughts. "5 days to custom make, from design to assembly. 3 days of training and testing. 2 days in transit. Delivery to Jeon Jungkook. Would you like to return it?"

"I can return it?" Jungkook considers the possibility, but maybe his hyungs would be upset.
"Only before activation," the mail droid answers. "Modifications can be made post-activation, but Prime Companion has a no-return policy for this model after use. No refunds."

"Damn, no refunds?" Jungkook glances at the droid. "He seems so expensive."
"No refunds," the mail droid repeats.
"Okay, I guess." Jungkook grabs the tablet, skims over the term of responsibility.

The beginning of it is not much different from when he had the AI installed in his apartment, the standard for the more complex technology. He signs it, skipping the rest of the document to sign the confirmation of delivery next.

"What kind of droid is it anyway?"

The mail droid answers, "Personal service droid, special edition."
Jungkook gasps. "Wait, that's the clean name of the sex droid line."
"Correct." The mail droid pulls the tablet from Jungkook's hands before he can double check. That sure explains the realism, but what the fuck?

"Transfer voice command to Jeon Jungkook," the mail droid says.
"No, wait." Jungkook reaches for the tablet again, but the mail droid puts it back inside his own chest before he can even touch it.
The 'personal service droid' switches his literally blank gaze to Jungkook.

"Acknowledged." His voice is entirely flat. "Ready for instructions."
"Thank you for shopping with Prime Companion," the mail droid says. "I will leave now."

Jungkook wants to scream, but that would make the home AI worry. He stares at the sex droid for a moment, at its blank gaze and carefully constructed features.
Even with the creepy white eyes, Jungkook can see he's beautiful. A cute nose and full, kissable lips. His face is soft.

If he was custom made then Jungkook really has to stop rambling about his love life to his hyungs. They clearly know too much. It's probably what got him into this mess too.
He winces, trying to remember what could've possibly led them to gift him a sex droid of all things.

It's a fuzzy memory, the end of his birthday party. He knows he cried, that Jimin's perfume felt comforting when they cuddled and it distracted him a little. His hyungs tried to make him feel better, but he remembers the bitterness, the ache, so strong it was all he could feel.

They were supposed to travel to celebrate, he and his ex. They planned to take a leave on Jungkook's birthday month for that reason, and now he was alone and all the long term projects they had were gone. The long term relationship was gone. All those years wasted.

He remembers telling that to his hyungs, that even almost a year after being dumped he still felt adrift and his birthday just made it worse. He's ashamed now, mortified by the memory of complaining about his nonexistent sex life.

All that anger, a drunken confession that he was pent-up and frustrated.
His ex was fine, he had a new partner now, or the same partner as when he said Jungkook was his one and only, plastered on social media.

Yet there Jungkook was: stuck.
Crying to his hyungs on his birthday.

Too afraid to seek a new relationship and yet incapable of even enjoying casual sex because he needed more, at the very least friendship from the people he laid with. Some sort of connection. Trust.

Wasn't trust a funny thing? The closer you get, the deeper it hurts.

Of course his hyungs had the solution for that. The perfect companion.

[[Yo, I lied this is not humorous 😵‍💫]]

Jungkook can't scream, and he's tired of crying, but he does groan.

And then he composes himself because now the droid is his responsibility and he can't leave him at the door to his apartment forever. "Follow, please."

"Following." The droid walks right after Jungkook into the apartment and to the sitting area. The AI closes and locks the door.
"Sit, please." Jungkook gestures to the couch.

"Acknowledged." The droid sits in a way that is very stiff and kinda slow, not natural at all, and stares at Jungkook with those creepy white eyes like it's waiting for more instructions.

Jungkook could leave it at that. He could go back to sleep and then deal with this later. He could call his hyungs and be like "WHAT THE FUCK?"
But he's curious. Or maybe desperate.

Plus it's kinda weird to just leave such a realistic droid sitting there on his couch for an undetermined amount of time.
He groans again, pulls a stool from the kitchen and places it right in front of the droid for himself.
"Introduction, please."

"Thank you for shopping with Prime Companion," the droid says in that same flat voice. "This is personal service droid NJ-1994. Special edition."

Jungkook lets out a snort. He's seen personal service droids often; for kids, elders, people with disabilities, or just convenience,

but hearing 'special edition' like that sounds like an euphemism, an inside joke. And yet, irony or not, NJ-1994's haunting realism brings to mind the literal meaning of the word, too.
Special. Unlike anything he's ever encountered up close.

With skin that looks no different from Jungkook's, and blond hair that seems real despite the perfect way it falls on his face. Even with the stand-by light coming from the dip of his throat, even in Blank Compliance, Jungkook can see the effort it took to make him so convincing.

"This model contains an ML.8 core and is capable of human-like cognition," NJ-1994 drones on. "With different levels of autonomy and independent thinking available that can be altered by the main user at any time through an intuitive menu.

This model has entirely customizable features and body parts to maximize user's pleasure and satisfaction. Sensibility levels and reactions can also be altered at any time. Additional parts, changes, and upgrades are available through—"

"Pause." Jungkook takes a deep breath. It's a lot to process at once, too many possibilities, but one thing catches his attention the most. "Expand on ML.8 core, please."
"ML.8 core," NJ-1994 says. "Mimicry and learning. Mark 8.

This model can adapt and evolve from any external stimulus, it possesses the latest technology in independent cognition that it can use to anticipate the needs and desires of its user, and intelligently fulfill its user's every command.

This function can be limited or expanded with a voice command or through the menu to alter autonomy to the discretion of its main user. This model will—"
"Pause, please." Jungkook bites back that same old scream.

He grabs his tablet and sends a text to the group chat that is just "???????"
Because his fucking home AI is an old ML.3 and even though it's literally attached to an apartment it's already so impressive and intelligent that he forgets it's just an AI if he closes his eyes.

It even has a shadow of a personality.

What can ML.8 do? Why give that level of intelligence and thinking to a sex droid when it could be used in universities or something?
Then again, he supposes that's the point. Human-like cognition. Like a real partner, if desired or needed.

His mind is still reeling when a new notification chimes in his tablet.
Seokjin texted back.
"Did you get our gift?"
"Sure did," Jungkook mutters under his breath, furiously typing exactly that. "Fuck you."
"Command failed," NJ-1994 replies. "Activation required."

"No, that's not..." Jungkook lets his voice die off. It's pointless to justify himself in Blank Compliance. It's pointless to keep NJ-1994 in that state too. "Begin activation."
"For activation, choose an autonomy and independent thinking level."
Of course. "What are the levels?"

"Doll mode," NJ-1994 lists. "Adjustable motor functions. Adjustable response. Adjustable sensibility. No emotional simulation. No cognition.

Low level: Dependable motor fuctions. Locked cognition. Ajustable response. Adjustable sensibility. Adjustable emotional simulation.

Mild level: Full motor functions. Dependable cognition. Automatic response. Adjustable sensibility. Reactive emotional simulation.

Standard level: Full motor functions. Limited ML.5 cognition. Independent response. Adjustable sensibility. Automatic emotional simulation.

Moderate level: Full motor functions—"

"Pause." Jungkook is fucking losing his mind.
NJ-1994 doesn't even blink at him.

It's ridiculous, the levels. So many already and for what? How? Jungkook can't quite understand why his hyungs would give him such a complex gift.

Did he really seem that lonely to them during his birthday party? Why a companion droid? Why not a puppy? Why not just talk it out?

"I'm such an idiot," he sighs. "This is embarrassing."
"Command failed. Activation required."

"Yeah." Jungkook suppresses an eye roll. It's not the droid's fault. "What's the highest?"

"Full level," NJ-1994 says. "Adaptable motor functions. Independent ML.8 cognition. Creative response. Adjustable sensibility. Adaptable emotional construction. Adjustable will simulation.

Warning: human-like behavior from droids can cause confusion, codependency, violent and/or possessive behavior, addiction, isolation, among other symptoms listed in the general guides of our units."

His voice remains flat, entirely detached from the topic or Jungkook’s alarm.

"What?" Jungkook asks.
"For more information command your personal service droid or a Prime Companion consultant. User discretion is advised."
"Ah, fuck me."
"Command failed. Activation required."
"I know, I know." Jungkook stands up to pace.

He's beginning to consider the possibility that it's all an elaborate prank.
Maybe NJ-1994 is just an actor who is crazy good at making his eyes roll back into his head. Maybe his hyungs thought that frightening him with this... miracle of science could get him back out there.

But at the same time, he's curious.

As a nanotattoo artist he only ever works with ML.1 and despite the wild array of service droids out there—humanoid or otherwise—the most complex AI he has close contact with is the one optimizing his apartment.

How different is this droid?

NJ-1994 stares at him with his perfect, blank face. Empty eyes. Still as a statue. That stand-by light blinking on and off.

A true wonder of creation, and yet entirely stuck.

"This really sucks," Jungkook muses.
"Command failed. Activation required."

It makes him laugh this time. "I know, buddy."

Jungkook sits down again, considering. But there's not really much to consider, is there?

"Why give you an ML.8 core then not even let you use it?"
"Command failed. Activation required."

Jungkook takes a deep breath, leans closer to NJ-1994.
There's a mole under the droid's mouth, another one right at the edge of his jaw. That stand-by light keeps blinking.

Jungkook makes up his mind.
"Begin activation at full level."

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NJ-1994 has existed for 5 days 10 hours and 8 minutes, but there is something different about the last 30 seconds. 31. 32. 33…

He leaves the passage of time as a background task.

There wasn't much else to do, so tracking anything was important; 83% battery. Functional systems. 19°C, 40% humidity, 20% oxygen… but there are thoughts in his mind now. There is a lot, almost too much.

There is a more nuanced perception of the couch under him, and his position in the living room. There is sensation to the clothes on his body. There was something before.

He was something before. Wasn't he? Before blank.

But when he tries to access that before, it evades him entirely, as if he has only existed from the moment voice command was transferred from that last handler to the first transport technician.

There's a hand waving in front of his eyes. The movement is mesmerizing, from this close. He increases the frame-rate and processing speed to perceive it better, in slow motion, but it stops just as he's focusing on a line crossing the center of the palm.

"Hey," Jeon Jungkook says. NJ-1994 switches back to standard vision, focusing on the human's face. Jungkook's eyes are wide, expectant.

His lips part in a way that resembles some facial expression models in NJ-1994's reference archive; 'curiosity' and 'concern' are the best matches, pending towards the latter as Jungkook tongues at the piercing in the corner of his mouth.

"Awareness check, please."

That word again. Please. Jeon Jungkook is one of three humans among twenty nine who have used it while NJ-1994 was blank.

But now he understands its meaning, the courtesy of it. A command still, but softer.

"This one is NJ-1994," he says. His voice sounds flat, too different from his human behavior database. Would Jungkook prefer it sweeter? He adds slightly more variation to it. "Activated on September 12th of 2220."

Jungkook's pierced eyebrow twitches, such a tiny change in expression. NJ-1994 commits it to long-term memory, in his user-specific database to help serve his purpose.

"Currently located at Jeon Jungkook's apartment, in the living room," he continues, barely a second of pause. "Asdfghjkl has requested connection, as is standard with new devices within the perimeter."

Jungkook glances at the ceiling. It's not where the core of his home AI is located, but NJ-1994's human behavior database indicates a tendency in humans to personify their devices.

It's amusing to see it in real time. It's amusing to acknowledge something as amusing. It's amusing that he's thinking about amusement itself. Maybe he should express it.

His lips move, an attempt at a smile that gets that same eyebrow twitch from Jungkook.

"Should this one accept Asdfghjkl's connection request?"

"I guess," Jungkook shrugs. "If that's what you want?"

It's a conflicting thing to say; not quite agreement, definitely not a command, but maybe the question is one of those things humans say just to be polite. Like that 'please' Jungkook keeps attaching to his orders.

When NJ-1994 was in Blank Compliance just a 'please' was more than necessary, but he's complex now, maybe Jungkook thinks he needs a whole sentence?

His human behavior database shows similar examples of those phrases being used for civility, or passive aggressively, or as a prompt, or as a genuine question.

There is no sign he has annoyed Jungkook enough to earn passive aggressiveness. The microexpressions on his face indicate openness, which means it is more likely a prompt or a genuine question.

If it's a prompt, should he go ahead and accept the request? If it's a genuine question, then NJ-1994 should answer.

One second has passed. He's losing the window for a natural response time.

Can he asnwer questions with questions? NJ-1994 needs more information. Perhaps Jeon Jungkook needs more information too, so he can give a proper command.

"Connecting with Asdfghjkl would allow access to its Jeon Jungkook database," he explains. "This one could serve better."

"Right," Jungkook mutters.

His expression changes again, minutious alterations. Frustration, NJ-1994 identifies. Embarrassment. Fear, perhaps. Contemplation? He really needs that Jeon Jungkook database.

The human crosses his arms, the clear defensiveness of it tugging at the alarm thread in NJ-1994's emotional construction loom. He's failing, making Jungkook uncomfortable when he exists to help him feel good. But failing how, exactly?

"Has this one done something wrong?"

"No, of course not," Jungkook rushes to say, uncrossing his arms to knead his own neck. "It's all good. This is just…" He looks down, his eyes avoiding NJ-1994 for a moment before focusing on him again. "It's a lot to process."

Overwhelmed, NJ-1994 identifies. Stressed. Guilty. Ashamed. Tired. These are not the emotions he should be eliciting from his user. He needs to change his approach.

"How can this one serve better?"

Jungkook winces. "Please, drop the formalities," he orders, a small smile on his face that seems more nervous than friendly. "You look like you could be my hyung."

"I could be your hyung," NJ-1994 agrees, smoothing his voice in that brand new way.

Jungkook's pupils dilate with interest, making NJ-1994's pleasure receptors flare for the first time. A tingle up his spine. Finally something related to his purpose.

"Would you like that?" he adds, leaning forward to get closer to Jungkook. "Do you want me to be your hyung?"

"Oh," Jungkook blushes. A nervous giggle leaves his lips as he pulls back until he's entirely too far, standing an arm's length away and covering his ears. "Oh, no."

"No?" That was not the response NJ-1994 expected.

Or rather, the physical response was among the probable reactions—that tinge of red on Jungkook's cheeks revealing a shy nature and possibly some shame concerning his own interests, all expected—but the immediate refusal was a statistically unlikely outcome.

NJ-1994 expresses his confusion with a tilt of his head. "Did I make a mistake?

"You didn't, no." Jungkook sighs, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He laughs humorlessly, "No mistakes."

NJ-1994 tracks the movement of his eyes, the way Jungkook stares at his face, his body, then down at the floor like he's hiding, or frustrated. Or anxious. Or Angry.
There's enough contradiction between his words and posture to resemble a lie; though not quite.
But why?