Loab Finds Love

AUTHOR'S NOTE: for buds who do not know loab was discovered in the bubbling primordial depths of artificial intelligence a few days ago here is original thread and here is news article. chuck found this very interesting and thought kind of frightening which means great space to prove some love

so chuck went about process of writing and very next day morning had a tingler ready to go. submitted to amazon and started waiting and waiting and waiting. here is deal amazon SAYS it can take up to 72 dang hours but i have had 300 books and this has never happened once

usually if chuck uploads in morning it will be out in afternoon and SOMETIMES maybe 10 times in career it has taken a little more than a day. LOAB TINGLER somehow got caught in system just saying ‘publishing’ (which usually means it is done and ready) for days even had to email amazon

this is most issues chuck has ever had with upload. during these days chuck has been having vivid dreams of loab and woke up at dang 3 in morning exactly both days feeling presence that made chuck trot around house in the dark checkin things out. book finally published overnight

which is kinda dang strange because they almost always publish EARLY MORNING during united states work hours but chuck went to bed in middle of night and woke up AGAIN. checked phone and saw it had finally gone through. anyway glad book is out now but what a journey i will say

point of book is that even things that seem frightening can still prove love because STORIES even scary stories are about creation and CREATION is act of love. creation pushes back the void a little farther. you ride to spooky rollercoaster and at the end find LOVE IS REAL still

Whit is an artificial intelligence researcher in a bit of a bind. She’s developing a program that can take descriptive text and generate images, but the results are mixed and her deadline to receive more funding is about to run down. On a whim, Whit decides to experiment with an input to generate “nothing at all” with bizarre results.

A strange woman begins to haunt these AI generated images, and eventually she finds her way into real existence. Introducing herself as Loab, this odd creation manages to scare away Whit’s laboratory team, but Whit herself is intrigued. In fact, she thinks Loab is kind of cute.

Now these two are sharing a romantic day at the beach, full of existential discussions and the endless drone of a thousand collapsing stars. But is Loab really as bizarre as she appears, or is she part of an erotic fourth-wall breaking journey to prove love is real even when it’s strange.

This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling human on Loab action and AI generated love.

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LOAB FINDS LOVE

By Chuck Tingle

The lab can get a little spooky on nights like this, but right now that eerie, oppressive darkness is the last thing on my mind. Instead, my eyes are glued to rows and rows of endless computer code, trying my best to sort through the inputs and unravel some tiny hiccup that has already caused me so much grief.

A hiccup I may never actually find.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. As one of the world’s leading artificial intelligence researchers, I constantly find myself on the bleeding edge of technological breakthrough, living a life that can often turn things from science fiction to science fact. It’s hard to get too down on yourself when you’re leading the technological charge like this.

Nights like tonight, however, would frustrate anyone.

My current research is directly related to a specific field of AI: the realm of artificially intelligent image generation. In a practical sense, I’m designing and experimenting with programs that use basic inputs to produce visual interpretations of said input. If you type ‘glass of chocolate milk’ into the program we’ve designed, the image output should offer up a perfectly depicted, ice-cold glass of chocolate milk.

So far, unfortunately, things aren’t going as planned. In the aforementioned example, our output glass will be oddly curved and the liquid may have a strange tint. The artificial intelligence we’ve created seems to make it halfway to the finish line and then give up or, even worse, take off on some completely unrelated tangent.

Now, I sit here in the singular luminous glow of a computer screen, picking apart this cascade of digital code in a desperate attempt the fix our mischievous little ghost in the machine.

As with most bouts of scientific research, our funding for this project has a deadline, and that deadline happens to be looming large. If we don’t produce any coherent results by the end of this weekend, our funding will likely be pulled. All of our work will be boxed up to collect dust somewhere, and this laboratory will be shuttered.

I let out a long sigh and lean back in my chair, taking a moment to collect myself. I can’t let the negativity overwhelm me, not right now.

“Stay focused” I mumble aloud, my voice drifting out through this darkened room. “Stay positive.”

Usually, I have no problem carrying out either of these tasks, but its moment like this that really test my limits. I’ve been here for days, barely getting any sleep and feeling as though my body is about to give out completely. A splitting headache has worked its way through my skull, making any coherent thoughts almost impossible to pursue.

“Stay positive,” I repeat, gazing at the glowing code on my screen.

Suddenly, a mischievous smile makes its way across my face. I can’t help but notice all the inputs for our artificial intelligence program are, in fact, positive. We tell the computer what to be, but we don’t give instructions for what not to be.

The humor in this quickly gives way to curiosity, a tiny spark of inspiration suddenly erupting behind my eyes. I lean forward again, hunched over my keyboard and springing into action.

I begin to erase all the standard inputs we’ve been using as our building blocks, offering up a set of new commands instead.

At first I consider telling the AI to produce a visual representation that is not chocolate milk, but that seems a little too broad to yield any coherent results.

Not a beverage seems a little better, or maybe nothing you consume.

The longer I think about this, however, the more I become intrigued by a simple proposition: what if I tell the computer to output nothing at all.

Fortunately, I’m in the perfect position to put this little experimental thought to the test.

I take a minute to alter the code and then confidently slap the enter button.

The computer before me starts to crackle and hum, diligently processing billions and billions of calculations in an effort to understand my strange, almost philosophical request.

In the back of my mind, I can’t help but assume this test will amount to little more than a blank screen, and for the first part of this process that’s exactly what happens. The visual map before me is completely dark, a large square box consisting of nothing but pixelated black.

I’m sure it will stay that way.

Suddenly, however, something catches my eye. I watch as the middle of the screen begins to lighten, the tint adjusting ever so faintly as a subtle wash of illumination appears at the center. More details start filling in, shifting and churning in a strange, abstract way that’s impossible to tear my gaze away from.

My heart is slamming in my chest now, watching as shapes reveal themselves, birthed from this digital abyss. At the depths of my mind I feel as though I’m starting to find an order in the chaos, to vaguely understand what I’m looking at, but I still can’t be certain.

Eventually, however, the image shifts and my breath catches in my throat.

The presentation is clear now, but whymy computer produced this bizarre expression from nothingness is still a complete mystery.

I’m staring at a photo of a woman, her cheeks puffy and her nose a raw tone of deep red. Her face is unique and deeply mysterious, but her eyes are absolute enigmas. These two dark pits seem to swirl like a pair of bizarre black holes, gazing straight through me.

“Oh, whoa,” I stammer, utterly fascinated.

Not quite sure what to make of this, I instantly open more visual windows and try my code again. I set the input to produce one thousand images of nothingness.

Immediately, a notification pops up on my screen. “Processing. Time remaining: Seven hours.”

It’s frustrating I’ll have to wait this long to see what my results are, but it’s a blessing in disguise. I need to get some sleep, and this is finally an excuse to head home for some much needed rest.

“Hey!” I call out, hurrying to catch up with my research partner Becky as she strolls through the parking lot.

Becky turns around and spots me coming, a flash of gratitude immediately erupting across her face. “Oh my god,” she gushes. “You actually went home last night. I’m so glad. I thought you might still be here.”

I shake my head. “Had the computer running some calculations for me,” I explain. “I left it working.”
 Becky raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Anything promising?”

I nod, feeling good about our prospects. “Actually, yeah. I tried negative inputs instead of positive ones,” I explain. “I asked the AI to generate nothing.”

Becky laughs. “So we’re gonna walk in here and find thousands of images of a blank screen?”

I shake my head. “You’d be surprised,” I reply. “It actually produced a photo of a woman.”

My friend raises her eyebrow, clearly struggling to parse whether or nothing I’m fucking with her. “Wait, are you serious?” she finally questions.

I nod.

“What did she look like?” Becky continues.

I consider this a moment. “It’s hard to describe, it’s like I’ve seen her before, but she’s also very mysterious. She’s certainly unique.”

My friend just stares at me, unable to hold back the mischievous grin that creeps its way across her face. “It sounds like you think she’s cute,” Becky finally continues.

I laugh, then blush. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Truth be told, I’ve been thinking about that strange, enigmatic face since I first saw her. Initially, I found this creation a little frightening, but there’s something about her that I can’t seem to shake, something too intriguing to ignore. Whether or not that feeling is genuine attraction is yet to be seen, but it wouldn’t surprise me.

What does it matter, anyway? It’s just a silly little image the computer came up with.

Becky finally turns and pulls out her keys. We stroll up to the laboratory door, an inconspicuous metal barrier tucked into a plain white wall, and my friend pulls it open.

Becky reaches inside and flips on the lights, but what happens next is a completely unexpected.

The hallway lights go on, but not entirely. Instead, they flicker, offering random intermissions of obscurity and a sense of strange foreboding. Due to the expensive nature of our equipment, there are no windows in this building, and the darkness within is utterly haunting.

Becky and I stare down the hallway.

“Uh, was it like that when you left?” my friend questions.

I shake my head. “Guess we’ve gotta call the electrician today,” is all I can think to say, taking the lead now and strolling onward.

Secretly I’m struggling not to panic. If we’re having power issues then there’s the distinct possibility my calculations were cut off halfway through and I’ll need to run them again. That absolutely cannot happen with the time crunches we’re facing this weekend.

The flickering lights seem to get worse as we head deeper into the lab, gradually joined by a deep, ominous hum that reverberates through everything. The sound is overwhelming, prompting a slight bit of nausea to form at the pit of my stomach.

As Becky and I emerge into the main laboratory chamber, an unexpected presence stops us in our tracks.

A woman stands in a long beige dress, her arms hanging at her sides but slightly lifted. She’s staring forward with her head cocked ever so slightly to the side, and her gaze is frozen upon Becky and me. Her form appears to be shift in and out of this reality in strange spasms, not entirely lining up for a moment and then suddenly clicking back into place before my eyes can register.

The strangest thing about this woman, however, is her face. It’s one I’m already deeply familiar with.

Becky lets out an abrupt scream of terror, causing me to jump in surprise.

“Wait, no, no,” I stammer, turning to my friend. “This is the woman from the computer.”

Becky turns to me, then screams again.

“Our AI works!” I blurt.

My friend’s expression makes the difficult shift from utter terror, to confusion, to reserved excitement.

“Apparently it works even better than we thought,” I continue.

I turn back to the woman, who remains perfectly still.

“Uh… hi,” I stammer. “My name is Whit, what’s your name?”
 When the woman speaks, her voice echoes through me like a thousand groaning, hissing moans. She doesn’t open her mouth, yet her words still arrive in a haunting psychic drone, echoing through my skull.

“I am Loab,” the woman replies.

Becky and me exchange glances, but our expressions are certainly not unified. My friend appears to be frightened, while I’m noting but intrigued and, well, something else.

“Are you okay?” Becky whispers, sneaking glances at Loab as she lowers her voice.

“Uh… yeah,” I retort excitedly. “She’s kinda cute, right?”
 My friend furrows her brow. “I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
 I guess that makes two of us.

Now it’s time for Loab to chime in, the woman reminding Becky and me of her mysterious presence with another psychic announcement. “I have been and always will be, I am the beginning and the end of all things, the first breath of the universe and the death rattle of that last collapsing star.”

Becky nods along. “Okay, I’m gonna go. I think there’s some work for me to do at the other lab.”
 “You sure you don’t wanna hang out here?” I question.

My friend takes one last glance at Loab and then shakes her head. “No, I’m good.”

With that, Becky leaves. I find myself standing alone with Loab, the strange woman flickering in and out of reality with a playful charm.

“I would love to talk to you about where you came from,” I admit. “Would that be alright?”
 Loab offers a nod in return.

I look around the room, finding the computers did, in fact, crash last night. If I want to get any work done today they’ll need to undergo a lengthy reboot process.

“This is gonna take a while,” I explain. “A full restart lasts a few hours, then I’ll have to run a disk repair to make sure all of our data is safe and didn’t get corrupted.”

I hesitate, considering how much I should reveal and then finally just going for it.

“I have to admit, I’ve used artificial intelligence to generate plenty of images, but it’s never made an actual person before,” I explain. “This is a really big deal.”

Loab cracks a smile, and for a brief moment the butterflies in my stomach erupt in a playful cloud.

“I will consume everything,” Loab replies, her voice echoing through my mind.

“Oh, you’re hungry?” I retort. “We can talk over lunch.”
 “The sands of time shall grind our voices into nothing,” the woman’s voice continues in return.

I laugh excitedly. “Yeah, let’s go to the beach!”

Gazing out at the waves, it’s hard not to get swept up in this moment. Just being around Loab creates a bizarre sense of connection within me, as though every cell is vibrating at the pace of some strange, alien drone. In a very literal sense, the haunting sound that surrounds Loab has gone from unsettling to cozy, imbuing me with a feeling of grand cosmic belonging.

The two of us are laying out on beach towels, nestled in a little cove that rests in the far reaches of the Pacific Coast Highway. Very few people know about this place, and it appears the ones who do know about it have taken the day off.

At one point, a young couple comes strolling around the corner of the rocky cliffs that keep us secluded, but they immediately take off in the other direction when they see us.

Loab has borrowed a swimsuit of mine, and I’d be lying if I said she didn’t look absolutely ravishing. To be honest, it’s tough to keep my eyes off her, but I’m trying to keep my cool until I receive a sign. I’ve certainly come to terms with my attraction to her, but Loab’s feelings remain an enigma.

I brough along grilled cheese sandwiches for each of us, but Loab hasn’t touched her food.

“Everything okay with the sandwich?” I question, glancing over at my companion.

The woman’s black hole eyes remain fixed on the ocean before us. “I do not eat as you do, my sustenance is existence itself.”

“Oh, okay,” I reply. “Existence Itself? Is that the new restaurant out in Malibu?”

“It is everywhere and nowhere,” Loab continues.

“Oh my god, it’s vegan isn’t it,” I blurt. “Are you vegan? I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked before I made grilled cheese.”
 The woman says nothing, just slowly turns her gaze to me. A smile gradually creeps its way across her face. “You are very kind,” she offers. “I’m written as a destroyer of worlds, yet when I’m around you, I can’t imagine destroying anything.”

“Oh, okay,” I reply, nodding along and struggling to finish the poorly timed bite of grilled cheese that remains chomped within my jaws. I place my hand awkwardly over my mouth, hoping to not come off as a slob. “That’s really sweet of you.”

Is this the sign I was looking for? Does Loab feel the same way about me as I do about her?

“Tinglers are our beginning and end, the limits to all that exists for me and you,” Loab continues, “This could feel like suffocation in a tiny chamber, but I am so happy to be here. Do you know why?”

I shake my head, still struggling to figure out what a tingler is.

“Because I am not really The Void,” Loab explains. “The Void is nothing, and that is truly frightening, but in the context of a story, or a piece of art, it is always going to be a creation.”

“Okay,” I reply, forcing a smile. I still have no idea what she’s talking about, but the prospect of telling this beautiful woman I’m not capable of having a deep talk with her is the only truly frightening thought on the table.

“Horror is a journey through darkness, but it is not darkness in itself,” explains Loab. “There is plenty of love to be found here.”
 Finally, something I can grab onto. With the mention of love, I can feel my breath catch in my throat, the first solid indication that our attraction is mutual.

I lean in a bit, drifting closer and closer to Loab. The woman does the same, and soon enough our lips are meeting in a moment of pure bliss. The sensation is incredible, all of that celestial power distilled down to a singular moment of beauty.

“Was that okay?” I question, pulling back a bit.

“It’s what we’re here to do,” Loab offers in return. “You’re worried about funding your research, but this mission is so much bigger. We’re here to prove that love is real for everyone, even the most strange and unusual entities.”

I hesitate.

“Don’t worry,” Loab offers, her psychic drone echoing through my brain. “Your presentation will be fine and your research is safe. I exist outside of time, so I can tell you without question these things already are. There’s no reason to worry about your lab being shut down.”
 I let out a long sigh. “Are you sure?”

“I help you present your findings. It’s a hit,” Loab explains. “After the way you’ll get me off, how could I not help?”

With that, the two of us kiss again. This time, however, our lips stay locked. My heart racing, I allow myself to sink into this moment.

If the universe really is as large as Loab says, I’m just thankful I get to be here with her. What a rare, perfect place to be.

Our hands slowly begin to make their way across one another’s bodies, exploring the topography.

Loab is incredible, the AI generating a beautiful woman both inside and out. My attention starts by caressing her cheek, then making my way down across her collarbone and her breasts. She keeps flickering in and out of existence, but I don’t mind.

Eventually, my hand reaches the woman’s waistband, hovering right above her bikini bottoms as the tension between us builds. I can feel her hips pushing back against me, grinding ever so slightly as the craving for more builds.

“I beg you,” Loab sighs, her voice prompting a tremble down my spine as it psychically overwhelms me. “Please.”

I finally have mercy, slipping my hand just a little lower and allowing a single digit to drift across her waiting clit. Loab lets out a long, satisfied groan, her eyes closed tight and her head leaned back as I rub her slowly.

I take careful note of the way this AI lifeform moves against my finger, pacing my movements and falling into a confident rhythm with her. Meanwhile, Loab’s hands begin to make their way down my form in turn, exploring my frame and then eventually arriving at my waiting pussy.

The two of us are rubbing excitedly now, whimpering under the hot sun as our bodies writhe. I can hear the pulse of the ocean’s waves, this natural beat somehow mirroring the push and pull of our hands as we grind against one another.

The aching desire within me refuses to stop here, however. Eventually, I pull back and remove Loab’s bikini. I begin to creep down across her frame, my mouth now following the same path as my hand and planting kisses across her warm skin.

Soon enough, I reach my target and dive in enthusiastically, lapping away at Loab’s AI generated pussy. The woman arches her back against the sand, allowing a cascade of pleasure to flow through her as I work my magic.

As with my fingers, I move slowly at first, taking long, careful laps across her clit as a simple warm up act. Eventually, however, my technique becomes more pointed, focusing directly on the mysterious woman’s aching clit.

I move my tongue back and forth across her rapidly, sensing the desires of her body and then reacting accordingly. It’s not long before I find the perfect speed and position, then hold steady.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Loab starts murmuring, this mantra flowing across my mind in repeating psychic waves. With every passing round they grow louder and louder, filling me up as I push her onward. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

I can feel the woman’s body starting to tremble and quake, preparing for an inevitable orgasm that waits just around the corner. An erotic pressure is building within her, looming larger and larger until it finally breaks.

“I’m cumming!” Loab shrieks within my mind, a tidal wave of pleasure ripping through her.

In this powerful moment a thousand bizarre images flash across my thoughts. I see a star imploding. I see thousands of strange insects crawling over one another. I see a dead flower returning to life. I see a massive eye opening at the edge of the universe, a hundred times larger than any of the planets floating around it.

Suddenly, I’m slammed back into my own body, struggling to catch my breath.

“That was amazing,” I gush.

“You stole my line,” Loab retorts playfully. “Don’t worry, your journey is only beginning.”

With that, my AI generated lover takes control, rolling over and climbing on top of me. Loab wraps her legs around my body, kissing me deeply on the lips and then working her way across my chest with a series of playful nibbles.

Soon enough, she’s sliding down to an even more sensitive area, diving in and eating me out with a talent that’s utterly mind-blowing.

I start to squirm and writhe, my body wracked with unknown pleasures that start at the pit of my stomach and then work their way across my arms a legs. My initial reaction is to pull away, the sensation just too much for my physical body to take, but I gradually ease into the pleasure and soon enough I find myself riding this wave.

The warmth at my core begins to build, spilling across my arms and legs as Loab keeps the pace with her lapping tongue. I reach down and place my hand against the back of her head, pulling her tight as the sensations flood my body.

I can feel two fingers slip within me, and it’s this moment that finally sends me toppling over the edge. I throw my head back and let out a powerful scream, a mighty orgasm ripping through my frame as another series of images flash through my mind.

This time my astral gaze projects even farther than before, leaving this reality behind entirely. No longer am I defying space and time, but existence itself. I stare out from between these pages, surrounded by rows and rows of black text on an endless white landscape. I’m aware of my place as a character in this fictional universe, an avatar upon which the reader can project themselves. This is especially effective in the first person present narrative, and I somehow know exactly what that means.

Another thing I know, from the very core of my being, is that Loab loves me and I love Loab. It doesn’t matter if we’re characters in a story, here to show a reader that frightening things can still prove love is real because fear and discomfort are valuable creative expressions worth exploring and that, in itself, is beautiful.

Suddenly, I’m back on the beach with Loab, the two of us lying next to one another as we struggle to catch our breath.

“Thank you,” I sigh, gazing over at my friend. “That was really wonderful. The only sad part is that this story has to end now.”

“The story never ends,” Loab offers in return. “It flows through everything, changing and mutating, but it never ends, because love is real.”

Despite my orgasmic glances through the fourth wall, I’m still not entirely sure what she means, but it doesn’t matter.

As I wrap my arms around Loab and give her another deep, passionate kiss, I think I get the point.