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As Matt drove home, he noticed how bright the Moon was that night. The temperature outside was hovering around a balmy -20 degrees Fahrenheit. But Matt didn't even feel it because the nanites in his body had formed a protective layer at the surface of his skin. To Matt, the inside of his truck seemed warm even though the heater had never worked very well.
***
Matt was a level 1 host according to the hierarchy of the Deities that made up the top levels of the race of machines known as "The Chosen." They were, in fact, the last of a race that at one time ruled a distant quadrant of a Galaxy H456-2. It was unknown to humans with their limited technology, and that was perhaps a good thing for them, for many dangerous beings inhabited the stars. Death was just a jump away with their technology.
The Chosen had existed for millennia. They had seeded many planets with varying types of level 1 host, which had been implanted with nanites of limited abilities. The nanites had conditioned the host to survive on the worlds that they had been seeded upon. It had been the only option when the Shaka had begun to devour the homeworlds of the machines.
The Shaka had been an unknown race of beings who existed only to destroy all life other than their own. All indigenous life was eradicated as well as any technology that was found. Shaka cleansed worlds all through the cosmos and made them their own. They had passed over Earth before and were referred to in legends as "The Destroyers of Worlds." They had failed to wipe out the Earth the first time entirely but were coming back to finish the job.
Only the Master AI of the machines knew the complete plans for The Chosen survival. It would be a long struggle, and the chances that they would fall to the Shaka were high. The machines not being as mobile and agile as biological beings needed hands and minds that could be directed into a beneficial symbiosis. The knowledge shared with the host species was on a need to know the basis for security.
The Chosen knew that Earth possessed beings that could be easily molded into the vessels of last resort. Their bodies could support the nanites, and if enough humans could be found and or multiplied into the numbers needed, hide the Machines from the Shaka. If given enough time, the Machines would emerge once again to reclaim their realm with the help of humans. Otherwise, they would both perish together.
The current problem the machines faced was the limited numbers of humans with the proper DNA that could sustain the modifications needed for them to survive the final destination. The Shaka had been accelerating their destruction of technology-based worlds and would be at Earth sooner than anticipated. This troubled the Master AI. Logic dictated that the machines must speed up their schedule and save what they could before the Shaka arrived on Earth.
On the dark side of the moon, a silver spacecraft appeared out of nowhere. There was no magical wormhole forming in space full of color and energy. That was something human science fiction writers typed out in stories. The craft containing the Master AI just appeared and quickly glided inside a vast cavern below the moon's surface. The energy field that was hiding the entrance wavered as the craft past through it and disappeared, leaving the surface of the Moon looking as it had before.
In mere minutes the Master AI issued instructions in machine language, and several smaller craft departed to carry them out. They soon emerged and then vanished and were inserted inside Earth's orbit at the various pockets of the host that had been found. The founders of those pockets would receive new instructions and the knowledge to carry them out.
***
Matt cussed the stoplight and slid to a stop on a snow-packed street a few miles from his apartment. As he waited, an invisible ship in orbit above him targeted him with a beam. The beam was fired, and it made no sound or produced any visible light to humans.
In the time it took for the stop-light to change, Matt's nanites received a huge data package. The billions of nanites in his body began to follow out their new instructions as he pulled into his driveway and carried a case of beer with him to the door. Unaware of the change until he dropped the beer and fell into a snowdrift by his porch.
For almost a minute, his body felt on fire, he groaned and rolled in the snow clutching his stomach tightly as his body shook. It didn't matter what he grabbed because his whole body felt like his blood had been set on fire. All Matt could feel was the burning, but soon the pain began to go away as quickly as it had come.
Then as quickly as it hit him, it was gone. He stood up, brushed off the snow with a laugh, and picked up the beer. He went inside and slammed his door shut.
Things were about to speed up according to the Master AI's timeline.
***
A short while later, Emma knocked on Matt's door.
The door swung open, and Matt grabbed Emma's hand and yanked her inside before she even knew what happened.
"What the fuck?" she screeched as she was yanked inside.
"Hi," Matt told her, standing there in front of her completely naked.
Matt sniffed the air, "You're horny."
"I'm always horny," Emma replied, looking at him, "Are you going to stand there all night or fuck me?"
Matt grabbed her hand after she dropped her bag and led her to his bed.
"I know you fucked mom," Emma told him as he removed her shirt and bra.
"Does that bother you?" Matt asked as he undid her jeans and started to pull them down her legs.
"No," Emma smiled, "She's been long overdue."
Matt pulled Emma's panties down her legs while on his knees in front of her. Emma stepped out of them, feeling the cold air that had blasted in the room on her hot pussy. Matt looked at Emma's sweet little hairless twat and pushed his face into her crotch and started to lick her little pussy with hands on her butt cheeks, pulling her towards him. His tongue was sliding up her wet slit to her clit.
Emma put her hands on the top of his head as his tongue began to tickle her clit, "I want you to fuck me all night long!" Emma moaned softly and started grinding her crotch against his mouth and loving his warm tongue in her slit.
Matt didn't say anything and enjoyed the musky scent and taste of her.
"Uncle Matt," Emma groaned, "You keep doing that, and I'm going to fuck your brains out!"
Matt replied by sticking the wet tip of his finger up her little anus.
"JESUS!" Emma screeched and then started laughing.
***
Back at home, Julie brought a big bowl of popcorn out to the coffee table and two smaller dishes for her and her dad. She'd taken a shower earlier and just wore her robe.
Stephen took a bowl and sat his pint of Jack Daniels aside as he scooped up the popcorn. The TV was on a hockey game channel as he tried not to look at his daughter. Mainly because every time he did, it reminded him of what he'd done to her all those years ago.
To Stephen, the game was meaningless. He sat there eating popcorn and remembering about that night. He watched the TV but didn't even see it. It was all he could do to fight the attraction to his daughter. Whenever he was close to her, he filled with desire for her.
Julie kept glancing at her dad and wondered why he seemed so distant. For years after the divorce, he'd only come around for Christmas and prominent events like when Emma and Jenny were born. Then he'd go back to his cabin again. The only thing she could think of was how mom had hurt him with her cheating to the point he gave up on the entire family.
Stephen took a swig of whiskey and then chased it with a gulp of Diet Pepsi as he again filled his bowl with popcorn. He was getting a good buzz at last and sat back and pretended to watch the hockey match. The only time his eyes moved was when Julie refilled her bowl of popcorn.
The top of her robe would open up enough for him to get a glimpse of the curve of her breasts but not quite the nipples. It stirred him down below, and he hated that as well.
Soon Julie made a trip to the kitchen and chugged a massive goblet of wine and wondered if she should ask him about all the years of him being gone.
"One more and I'll do it!" Julie decided and filled her goblet to the brim. The nanites in her body were starting to destroy the alcohol in her bloodstream, which produced a tingling that also increased her libido.
Stephen stared at the TV with open eyes while Julie was in the kitchen. He didn't see the game, but re-lived that night Julie had graduated from High School.
Stephen thought his wife had been cheating on him, but he had no proof up to that point. But that night, while Julie was gone, she had gotten dressed to go out. Stephen was drunk and had asked her where she was going.
"I'm going out to fuck somebody!" Meagan had told him, "You will get some papers served pretty soon, so don't try to stop me!"
"Why are you doing this?" He'd asked her.
"Figure it out for yourself, Einstein!" Then Meagan slammed the door on the way out.
Stephen never figured it out then or even to this day. Instead, he drank more than he should, but it killed the pain and the never-ending guilt. The only time he found any peace was with his dogs. They didn't judge him except by how he treated and fed them.
Julie showed back up and plopped down on the other end of the couch. She had a glass of wine and looked at the TV. She had nice bare legs sticking out of the robe. Beautiful lips were sipping at her wine. Lips Stephen wanted to kiss, her body so perfect to him that he wanted her now as much as he did all those years ago.
Julie had enough of his silence.
"Dad, why did you run off and leave us all?"
Stephen looked at her, "What do you mean?"
"I mean ever since the divorce, and you just disappeared out of our lives for the most part."
Stephen was just drunk enough to spill his guts.
