Tech Amuck: Uploaded Uncle

 

 

Everyone wanted to be part of Connected Growth Innovations new project. Sure, there were rumors and unproven lawsuits concerning their previous endeavors, but what was the real danger? Everyone knew those fake claims were just publicity to play into their name CGI. 

Their newest endeavor was centered on their Upload Helmets. Users could put themselves into a virtual world, created entirely by memory. Through this people could experience the world through another’s eyes, no danger of any mishaps. This meant people could even relive memories based on emotions. Parents could see how they yelled at their kids and looked like monsters. Boyfriends’ “jokes” about their girlfriends became exposed as personal bashing comedy routines. Simple arguments could directly be seen as misinterpreted by both parties incorrectly assuming. Intentionality. Once Again, CGI Labs had done the impossible and found a way to connect hearts and minds. 

The Upload Helmet connected people to a virtual world that was entirely based off of a person’s mind. A way to visit a shared mindscape if you will. Of course, a single person could craft their own virtual world just to experience the out of body-state.

Keith Stewart was a huge fan of the Upload Helmet. Every day he was sending his consciousness off into a world that he could craft and explore. There were warnings not to abuse the product, but Keith was never known for being a great listener. He was in the artificial world, helmet on his head every day. He couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. His favorite thing to do was to recreate his home from his memory. A test of his skills as an architect. Each time he’d tried to add whatever he missed. Then he tried to expand upon his home adding rooms that didn’t exist. His home became a mansion, then he tried to expand beyond that, creating a city. A strain on his helmet as the server was only meant to create things for a short time. If someone’s memory took place in a bar, then their home wouldn’t be loaded up. 

Lucky for Keith the final abuse of his helmet came, when he was surrounded by others at work. So, when he put the helmet on for a demonstration and it began to smoke, people were able to respond. Unfortunately, when they got the helmet off, Keith’s body was unconscious.

—

 

Keith stood drinking coffee in his home. It was a beautiful morning. Another beautiful morning. And it was going to always be a beautiful morning. That was the memory of the world Keith had crafted in his virtual space. Now he lived there. “Temporarily” the workers at CGI labs would say. After his collapse the company elected to take care of his body, which was currently sitting in a hospital bed somewhere. Due to the malfunction his body refused to download his consciousness, and the company was curious to find out why.

The CGI workers would pop in, a glowing light descending from the sky before a glowing circle would appear on the floor. The same as when anyone else arrived and came down a digital wind tunnel from the sky. Then there were endless questions about how he felt, what he was going to do that day. Keith had to struggle not to say, ‘lay in bed and jerk off’. The company promised they weren’t watching him 24/7, but why did he feel like an animal in a zoo?

A white circle appeared on the floor as Keith rolled his eyes, setting down his coffee. He was prepared to tell the worker to leave but then noticed his brother’s body lower down until it landed solidly in the center of the circle. 

“Dennis!” Keith shouted, waving a hand. His brother was a big gym guy, easily taking up the entirety of the circle. 

His brother opened his eyes, spotting Keith. The piercing blues went up and down, examining, as his brow furrowed. He stepped out of the circle as it disappeared. Dennis had a white dress shirt and pants, with shined black shoes. “Why are you still in your underwear? I told you my family was coming to visit you today at 1pm.” He talked like a teacher trying to scold a student.

“Hey, look I don’t know if you noticed bro, but time passes differently in here.” Keith stated, he could be a brat back if his brother was going to get high and mighty.

Dennis sighed, running a hand down his face, “Why don’t you let CGI Labs, put in a clock that aligns with the actual world or change the weather. My family is sitting at their facility now; I can go do it for you.” 

“Those guys don’t need to be in my head any more than they are. It’s their fault I’m in this mess.” Keith said.

“Keith it’s your own damn fault for—I ‘m not doing this today. Asher and Lina are on their way. Get dressed.” Dennis had a point; their argument about who was the blame had happened countless times. Keith got up, leaning off the cabinets and walked to his bedroom. 

His brother could be such an ass. Their argument was about more than this event. Dennis didn't have an adventurous bone in his body, never thought outside the box. That’s how Dennis ended up working for a dull corporation, Keith couldn’t bother to remember. His brother considered unbuttoning his shirt dressing down. In Keith's mind, Dennis couldn’t sympathize with him because Dennis didn’t have the imagination to even understand how he got into the situation. Ever since they were little, Dennis was all about rigid structure, and there was Keith, the older brother, to shatter those notions. Their parents thought it was an act of a higher power that they were blessed with a boy who didn’t look for danger at every turn.

As a big brother though there was nothing sadder to Keith than a kid who couldn’t even be curious or pretend. He tried hard to break Dennis out of that mentality, trips to junk yards, tree climbing, bike racing, nothing worked. Especially not when Keith always ended up with some kind of injury, from a scrape on the knee to a dislocated shoulder falling from a tree. Dennis had finally bought into his parent’s belief Keith was a daredevil, who always went too far. That’s why even today, Dennis was so up Keith’s ass about this situation. Just another daredevil stunt in his little brother’s eyes.

The digital jeans and shirt slipped on easy enough, as Keith walked back into the main room. Two more circles appeared. His sister-in-law and nephew landed in the center of them before opening their eyes. Linda was a gorgeous woman, black curly hair, tanned Mediterranean skin. Dennis had done well for himself. The woman was a real go-getter which came as another surprise. As for his nephew Asher, he reminded Keith a lot of young Dennis: pale, thin, blonde hair. The only difference was Asher didn’t hate Keith as much…at least not yet.

An hour passed as the family sat down and told him what was going on in their lives and the condition of his body. Keith pretended to care for the first half but zoned out during the second. He loved them, but they bothered him every week just to tell him he wasn’t going back in his body: what did they want from him? It felt like Dennis just wanted to punish him. 

Keith watched them all leave, circles forming and glowing under their feet. Dennis barely had any room for his circle. Why did a lawyer need to be sculpted like a body builder anyway? Next was Lina’s, a bit more modest, reasonable space in her circle. Lastly, was Asher’s circle lighting up, tons of space in that one. Dennis closed his eyes and began to ascend, then Linda did the same, shoes disconnecting from the ground. Keith removed his clothes, once the family's eyes were off him. Down to his underwear, a curious idea got into Keith’s head as his brother and sister-in-law disappeared. He jumped onto Asher’s glowing square. “Move over a bit,” He requested, barging in as they both ascended, getting sucked away from that place.

Asher and Keith’s digital forms began to glow into the familiar white light. Their bodies got forced closer together. Keith couldn’t tell if his body was pulling in his nephew’s, or if his form was sinking into Asher. Regardless, their silhouette coalesced into one. As the form found cohesion their minds melded. Keith saw everything Asher once had. Dennis, fighting to ensure CGI Labs gave Keith the utmost care. Sitting by Keith's body in the hospital. The late nights spent crying before his son caught him. Then a memory.

“I thought you didn’t like Uncle Keith,” Asher asked late one night across the dinner table.

“We don’t mesh well; doesn’t mean I don’t like or love him.” Dennis sighed, the sigh of a man who was worn out. “I’m so tired of people thinking that. When we were growing up, I wanted to be just like him but…I wasn’t. I couldn’t do the things he could, and I realized I didn’t want to. I was happy to watch him get excited to do something stupid. But this…” A tear ran down Dennis' face. “He can’t go like this.” Dennis turned to Asher, “Let me tell you a secret that stays between us. Your uncle was my first love. He was always beautiful, stayed beautiful. But I knew that I couldn’t…we couldn’t….”

The memory faded and Keith felt the weight of how badly he’d just fuck up. He shouldn’t have had that memory, but it was severed from the catalog of his own brain. No, not his brain. Asher’s. And he could feel his nephew unintentionally reading his mind in return. There was no separation between them anymore. The reupload process had begun. The lines of code that made up their identity had mashed together.

Meanwhile, Asher’s body prepared to receive back its consciousness as the Upload Helmet glowed. His parents were already getting sorted back in the world as Asher’s body began to convulse. The data it was receiving contained much more information than what it had sent out. A combined code of Asher and his Uncle Keith’s consciousness got crammed into the smaller form. There was too much data for the body to hold. The helmet began to smoke.

“Oh my god!” Linda said, “I’ll go get someone!" She ran out. 

Keith watched, Asher’s eyes now both of theirs, as Dennis leapt into action pulling at the helmet. Asher’s body bucked. Once. Twice. Then his clothes began to rip. It started with his shoulder expanding out as his height grew. Asher’s body was deciphering His uncle Keith's code and incorporating it. An odd sensation, but Keith could feel himself flow through Asher's body and fill it up. Like slipping into a small suit only to have it stretch around you. Only this was a graceful entrance as he started in the mind, got sent through the blood, absorbed by the muscles, then infused into the bones. Asher had muscle dump into him as his chest exploded out of his shirt. Heavy pecs with dark brown nipples. His shoulders were given no reprieve having to supply new power to his arms. Biceps and forearms ready to smash heads emerge. This wasn't a simple implementation and execution of Keith’s code; Asher’s body was utilizing it for improvement. In the same way their minds had joined, Asher's physical body was becoming a merger of the two. When his thighs exploded out of his small pants that’s when Dennis fell back on his ass. Within seconds Asher’s body had changed into a muscled beast.

“Son?” Dennis stood up, watching the body catch its breath. Asher’s underwear shifted from boxers into a familiar white. Keith’s code was affecting the last thing on Asher’s body, rewriting inorganic material. 

 

“Son, you okay?” Dennis stepped closer. The smoking from the helmet stopped.

Keith backed up, as if there was an instinctual way Dennis would know what he did. He stepped back like Asher fearing a punishment from his dad.

 

He watched Dennis’ eyes take in his new form, how it lingered on his chest and down the torso until it rested at his ass. There was a look in Dennis' eyes that revealed he pieced together what happened. He had grown up under Keith enough to recognize his older brother’s features reused. Slowly, Dennis walked over removing the helmet. Asher’s face was older, matured, like his uncle Keith's. No more hesitating, Dennis kissed his son, his brother, whoever. Their lips met again and again, as Dennis wrapped his around Asher’s body pulling him closer.

—

Asher’s sudden growth was linked to yet another malfunction of the CGI Labs’ Upload Helmet. Then came the disappearance of Keith’s consciousness off his private server. Without so much of a second thought the company simply uploaded a copy of Keith into his body and tried to pass it off as the original. There was something off about the CGI Labs. They had a twisted excitement trying to uncover Asher’s mishap. When they found out the original Keith had merged with Asher during the reuploaded process, the company was happier than ever to shill out money. CGI Labs. had long been transforming people into others, but merging their consciousness was a new feat.

For the duplicate Keith it was strange waking up, to find his nephew as a massive hulking beast. Not to mention, having every single last one of his memories. Then to be told he was an installed duplicate, was even more upsetting. 

Lina was shocked to say the least. Her son was, in a manner of speaking, older than her. She never quite got over coming back into the room with workers to find her son’s body gone and a stranger in his place. The Stewart men didn’t have the heart to explain the intricacies of what happened to Asher and Keith. It was better to let her think duplicate Keith was the real one. 

As for the…Stewart brothers? Father and son? Things were certainly different. Dennis wasn’t exactly sure how to interact with the current Asher, befriend him? parent him? One thing he could do was love him. The kiss they shared put all Dennis’ cards on the table. He had almost lost his brother once he couldn’t go through it again. So maybe it was only a matter of time, the two found each other’s lips again. Lina had gone out with friends and the men stayed home watching the game. Dennis kissed his big brother-son on the couch, pushing the wall of muscle back so he could climb on top of him. Asher wrapped his legs around his father’s waist, pressing him in tighter. Dennis cock grinded against the supple ass. Not long after, pants were lost as Dennis pounded into it. The man’s words were a mess of phrases from baby boy to big bro, as he made a giant weak. There was no immediate come down after the sex, they wanted more. After a race up to Asher’s room, the Stewarts broke the bed, the wood frame collapsing as Dennis rode his big bro like a horse. The poor thing wasn't equipped to handle two men of their size.

By the time Lina came back, the house was cleaned. Dennis was more energetic and Asher had an extra pep in his step. The two started a new father-son project to get Asher a new bed. The first of many projects and reasons they’d have to go off together. Then end up with their cocks up each other’s backside. Nothing like Asher getting a call from his Lina, in the back of Dennis' car, when Asher’s cock was buried in the hilt in his younger brother’s dad ass.

“Yeah mom? Dad’s a bit busy, that's why he couldn’t answer.” A thrust of the man’s hips made Dennis clamp over his mouth. Asher talked with his mom, while his dick pummeled his dad’s insides. Meanwhile Dennis’s daddy dick was leaking like a faucet, spilling precum freely. Whenever this combined version of Asher Keith was inside him Dennis couldn’t help it. The father’s ass clamped to milk his top dry. Nothing like having your own son’s body fucking you like your older brother. “Love you too, mom.” The phone hung up and got tossed away as the fucking got faster. “Love you too dad…little bro, gonna show you how much.”  The car rocked with the power generated from the men’s lovemaking.

“FUCK!” both would growl out as cum erupted from their cocks. One batch flooded Dennis’ guts, the other coated both sets of abs in pearly white. A matching pair as the two kissed again. The radio’s music transitioned to an ad, neither was listening to. CGI Labs had a new discovery and an invention to come out. The ad ended back into music as the men drifted off to sleep for a little while. 

Who needed an uploaded helmet when reality was so much better?