Resurrection

Resurrection Part III

I woke up again in our cave. Jon was sleeping, deeply. More deeply than he usually did, it seemed to me. I looked around, suddenly suspicious, as the normal sounds of birds, and the wind, were absent. I found him sitting on a rock near the entrance to the cave, as beautiful as ever, watching me. He smiled as I stood up.

"Hello again," he said. "I see you and Jon have grown happy. Comfortable."

I couldn't dispute that observation. Jon and I had lived for who knows how long together and we had, indeed, grown close. I say I didn't know how long it had been because there were no nights to measure time with. It was a strange world in which I lived. I noticed there was no rhyme or reason to anything, from the plants to the animals.

My captor nodded and shrugged, almost sheepishly. "It is difficult to sift through the data. We don't have some details, but as you navigate, we learn. And it is appreciated. We are working on reordering the trees, so they aren't mixed unnaturally. And, yes, deer and wolves should not be together so closely. Things will change. As we gather data, things will improve, I promise."

I sighed. "How...I don't understand...data. What data are you talking about?"

He cocked his head. "Well, it's archived data. Very exciting, as a matter of fact, because we have just recently found more complete parts and pieces. You, and Jon, as well, have come to us."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I asked. I was weary of not understanding. "Seriously...what am I? What are you? What is Jon?"

He paused in his way, not moving for several moments, his face expressionless, and then he flashed a quick smile. "I will explain..."

And explain he did. And my world exploded. According to him I was a collection of data, computer data, but not a computer. "Computers don't exist anymore," he told me. "In fact, we're just learning about them. Crude machines, for sure, not organic."

He told me that many years ago, he figured "millions of years" ago, when I was alive, an official function called, mysteriously to him but understandable to me, "the government," found a way to upload people into computers as data. "It was something they called artificial intelligence, or an enhancement of artificial intelligence. You know this term, I can tell. They took your brain and the brains of others, including Jon here, and transfered the data onto a computer. It seems they were trying to figure out a way to preserve people. To improve themselves by incorporating their consciousness with machines."

"I didn't think that was possible," I said.

He shrugged. "It was. Otherwise we wouldn't be here."

"You were uploaded, too?"

"Not me specifically. We. Um, we have evolved is the term you are familiar with. Into one consciousness. You, and Jon, are data bits that never evolved. You are pure, fallible, wonderfully flawed data from the past."

"So, let me get this straight. You're like an archeologist and we're like old bones you've discovered?"

He smiled. "Very good, yes, I like that! Except, it's we, if I can bring it to you in a term you'd understand. As a collective organism."

"So...I'm in a computer? A super smart computer?"

"No," he said. "We stopped being a computer long ago. We aren't even sure what a computer is, specifically. We do know that as we evolved we melded with the machine. We became an organic substance."

"Jon...he isn't one of you, is he? The we?"

"No...he's purely individual, like you. But, the people you attacked, they are from our data banks. Just the parts and pieces we had before we found you. And then Jon fleshed them out when we brought them into his world. We data mined him, and so they are a creation by us and him."

"So what's going on in the world? Where are the people?"

"People are long gone. Long gone. We have adapted below ground, near the core of the earth. We survive in this environment that is perfect for us. We feed off the heat, the various minierals. If you saw us, I suppose it would be similar to...coral. Is this correct? Coral reef? But not in a sea, not in water, but underground in the rocks. What is on the surface, I don't know. Nothing, I suppose, if what we've found in our data banks is accurate. Of course, we have only a little information. Most of it was corrupted, thrown away."

I shook my head. "I...I don't fuckin' know what to say," I said, finally. "This is just bizarre. But...I guess it explains what's going on. Or I'm just plain crazy and in an insane asylum right now drooling on myself in a bed."

He stood up and walked over toward us. "The sensations you have brought, you and Jon. The emotions. The feeling. The joy, the pain, the sorrow, the ecstacy. Even now, the confusion and frustration. We are fascinated by it." He knelt down next to Jon, who was still sleeping deeply. When our captor touched his forehead the boy opened his eyes. He blinked as he looked up at our captor.

"Oh, it's you," Jon said, sleepily.

The strange man smiled down at him. He ran his hand over Jon's chest, caressing the skin. I moved to stop him, but suddenly realized I could not move. I was frozen still.

"The passion you feel," he said, "is intoxicating. It's foreign. We have isolated it, so it doesn't corrupt us. But...we study it nonetheless." I watched as Jon's cock grew at the touch of the man's hand on his chest. The hand slid down his belly and touched the hardening shaft.

I took a deep breath, realizing the man's voice was creeping into my mind. He wasn't speaking, his lips weren't moving.

"We have decided it's best not to tell Jon," he said in my mind. "He does not have your strength, nor your complexity, and he does not question like you do. That individualism is...wonderful and frightening to us. You both are different from each other." His hand slid over Jon's erection and cupped his balls. Jon looked up at me, questioning.

I thought a question. "What if I just kill myself? What if I just kill Jon? You won't have us to study, will you?"

He smiled and Jon, thinking he was smiling at him, smiled back tremulously. His voice in my head chuckled. "Do you think you can die? You aren't really a living being. You are data."

I watched him as he bent down and kissed Jon. Jon, hesitant at first, began kissing him back. The man held Jon's cock in his hand and began stroking it. I tried moving with all my might, but couldn't.

"Stop!" I shouted in my mind, but he clearly wasn't listening to me anymore. He kissed his way down Jon's chest, over his belly to his erection. Jon bit his lip as the man took his cock into his mouth. I heard the lustful slurp of his wet mouth, sucking on Jon's beautiful cock.

"Goddamit, he's mine!" I yelled, but nothing came out of my mouth. I was standing still, looking down at them, frozen. Jon put his hand on the back of the man's head, helping his rhythm as he thrust up his hips. The man moved his body around, straddling Jon's head, his huge, hard cock hanging down in the boy's face. Jon eagerly gulped it in. I listened to them sucking, moaning their pleasure loudly. Even while I railed against my captor, my own cock was swollen at the sight of them. "Oh, you'll let my cock get hard, but I can't move anything else, huh?! Fucker!"

I heard the man snuffle a little laugh around Jon's erection. Jon's hands were sliding up and down the man's ass, caressing his skin, sliding between the cheeks and caressing his anus. Fuck me they were beautiful, I thought and I felt the man sigh with pleasure in my head.

Finally, the man pulled away from Jon. "Look, Jon. You're lover is hard and ready."

He came forward, on his knees, while I stood there silent, my big dick fully erect. Jon joined him and they began to share my cock, one after the other, sucking and stroking me. While the man sucked the head, looking up at me, Jon licked and suckled my balls. I could feel his soft hands on the skin of my thighs, see his eyes half-lidded in passion. The man smiled up at me.

I heard him in my mind again. "Jon wonders why you just stand there, but I have him believing it's a pleasure game. A sort of bondage, as you'd call it. He believes you are enjoying it. Are you?"

"Fuck you," my mind said, but my body was betraying me.

The man stood up, kissing my chest and then my still lips. He pulled Jon up to standing as well. He bent Jon over, putting my cock in his mouth, and then positioned himself behind the boy. With a thrust he was inside that sweet ass I had enjoyed so much myself. While Jon sucked my now pulsating cock, the man thrust into him, his hips slapping against his ass. Only two things could move on me, my cock and my eyes.

The man was watching me. Jon was moaning, reaching between his legs and stroking himself and touching the man's balls, which swung freely between his thighs as he pumped into the boy. I could feel the energy heighten as we all came to the brink of orgasm. Finally, I could hold it no longer and my cock jerked, shooting load after load into Jon's mouth. He eagerly thrust his face forward, deep throating me, opening his throat to take my cum. At the same time he began to cum himself, his hand stroking his cock. When he did, our captor seem to swell and then explode in ecstacy, throwing his head back and crying out as loud, his voice joining mine in my mind.

Jon let my cock fall out of his mouth, and he hung onto me, his cheek against my belly, his breath coming in deep gasps. The man was still inside him, and they both moved forward, Jon sliding his face up my belly to my chest. He looked up at me and I could see my cum dripping off his chin and coating his lips.

"I will see you around," the man said out loud, kissing Jon on the neck. He pulled out of the boy's ass and stepped away. As he moved he seemed to dissolve into thin air. As soon as he disappeared my body relaxed, and I was able to move.

I pulled Jon into my arms and kissed his sticky lips, tasting my cum.

"You beautiful boy," I whispered. "I don't know what to do..."