Slut Virus/Intro

The first thing I have to do here is admit that I am a monster. I am responsible for the death of roughly half of humanity. More actually when the dust finally settled. While I feel guilt over the fact that I caused this, Even in prison I’m still surrounded in pleasure every day and would likely not change anything if given the chance.

Let me take a step back here and describe events from the beginning rather than the end. My name is John Schmitt and I was an idiot. More to the point I was a grad student who worked with Simulated diseases and genetic coding. We had one of the most advanced AIs on the planet, It was on the cusp of reaching the level of a General AI. The thing was actually designing its own hardware. It was fascinating work really, but that’s not the point. Between upgrade cycles on itself, our supercomputer would decode the human genome and develop methods of genetic engineering. Crunch, as we called it was responsible for creating a cure for ALS. The AI had even designed the perfect delivery method of a heavily modified version of the Flu virus. The medical world was incredibly excited. This is where my stupidity comes in. I had been playing with some simulated genetic coding in my spare time on one of Crunch’s redundant processors, or what I thought was redundant, Crunch had repurposed that particular subsection during the last upgrade round. Another little fact that escaped my notice was that someone had attached a viri fabricator to Crunch, mostly because the actual modifications to the flu virus were far beyond what a human could produce and offloading the task of production and verification to Crunch just made sense. I’m sure everyone can figure out what happened next. There was a bit of an incident, it was later learned that one of the medical researchers had a younger sister with ALS. She got better but was later officially tagged as patient zero. I’m going to break here and talk about Sarah. Sarah was my girlfriend for seven years. We had a tentative marriage date of about six months after graduation. We both had about a year left in our respective programs. I was computer science and Sarah was history. Well, I’ll be honest, I was mostly doing both our coursework. Sarah was a bit… dumb. She could plod away at an assignment and eventually finish, but if she wanted to turn it in on time and still get a passing grade she would need help. Help generally meant that I had to do it. At the time I wondered how she was planning on defending her thesis, I later found out. When Sarah and I first started dating she was wonderful in bed. She gave great blowjobs, she could fuck for hours, but there was always something missing. She always put my pleasure first. She never seemed to actually like the act itself but cared enough about me to fake it. This put some strain on our relationship. So the time comes to tie this all together. Roughly four months before patient zero I found out that Sarah was cheating on me with one of her professors. I was enraged. I had basically carried her through the entirety of college. She was a stupid, fridged, cheating bitch. I had basically taken over her coursework during her sophomore year. She would never have been accepted for a graduate program if not for my work. During our last fight, I learned that she had graduated high school using the same method. She started fucking one of the smarter guys in exchange for homework. Her plan for after graduation was to fuck her way into a good paying job and then just fuck her way out of doing any work. Sex was just another tool for her to replace actual intelligence. Needless to say, I was rather angry. My work with Crunch had shown that in the nature vs nurture debate, nature is more often the deciding factor. While learned behaviors are all over the place, the impetus behind those behaviors is written in our genome. This led to my little side project of getting Crunch to figure out how to fix stupid, fridged, disloyal women.

One of the safety precautions built into our work with Crunch was that we were all vaccinated against the base form of the virus that Crunch worked with. We had to specially make this vaccine due to the limited number of us on staff. That one precaution saved the lives of myself and six other men. To be fair, I don’t really know if I would have died or not, about 15% of men survived, after all, I could have been lucky. Either way, I joined the one out of every seven men to survive the slut virus.