Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 38 - History Revealed

Captive of the Cyborgs - Part 38

History Revealed

It only took a matter of milliseconds, but the entire course of human history, and indeed the future of the whole galaxy, changed in an instant. 

The moment Eric’s slimy and creamy cum touched the gigantic column of blue energy, circuits long buried in the Overlord’s programing flared to life, and the vast super computer’s true purpose was revealed for the very first time. 

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Hundreds of millions of years ago and halfway across the galaxy, a brilliant scientist and engineer neared the completion of his masterpiece -- the most brilliant and complex super computer ever created. The scientist, a humanoid being not too dissimilar from a human and living on a beautiful blue and green world much like Earth, had long been obsessed with a single goal -- to refine and perfect his species. His race had reached a pinnacle of technological advancement, and had eradicated disease, hunger, and war. They were a beautiful and noble people, and they lived peaceful and fulfilled lives. But the scientist wanted more for them. 

The scientist feared that his people had stagnated, for they seemed to lack a drive to expand and grow, to develop more refined technologies, to create ever more beautiful artwork. In short, they lacked a drive to improve themselves as a species. And he thought he could remedy that. 

Thus it was that the brilliant, obsessed scientist hit on a plan, a plan that would force his people to grow or die, that would cull the biological “dead ends” from his species and make the survivors that much more strong, intelligent, beautiful, and powerful. 

The super computer that the scientist created was the first weapon manufactured by his people in millennia, and it was aimed at his race as a whole. The computer, which the scientist named Optimus, was tasked with seeking out and destroying any male of his species deemed flawed in some way, allowing only the strongest, brightest, and most handsome males to survive and reproduce. The brilliant but clearly deranged scientist was convinced that this was the best way to save his people from a slow slide into stagnation and oblivion, to force them to grow and struggle and improve themselves or face annihilation. 

The only problem was that the obsessed and power-mad scientist set the computer’s settings for what constituted a “perfect male” too high, far too high for any male of his species to meet. 

The scientist completed his master creation and set it free, and became the very first victim to the murderous cybernetic being. Optimus quickly grew and expanded, and began creating cybernetic minions to assist him in his quest to stamp out all inferior male life. Thus was the Cyborg race born. Optimus’ minions spread like a plague throughout the home system, slaughtering every last male it encountered and enslaving the entire female population. Within a mere matter of months, the entire male gender of the species was utterly eradicated. 

Optimus was momentarily confused by this victory, for it seemed to have fulfilled its initial mission. But the mad scientist had instilled the computer with the notion that somewhere out there existed the perfect man, the male who would embody every possible virtue of masculinity and who would be a worthy paragon to father the next generation of super men. When Optimus failed to find this male among his creator’s people, he decided to search farther abroad for additional forms of intelligent life, to study, to cull, and to refine until it found that singularly perfect man. 

The vast super computer thus subverted and twisted its own programming, and became the scourge of the galaxy. Over hundreds of millions of years, the Overlord and its Cyborg minions have traveled all across the Milky Way, seeking out other signs of intelligent lifeforms, and then hunting down and slaughtering every single “flawed” male until no males remained. Hundreds of intelligent life forms had suffered this cruel fate, either driven extinct as in the case of the creator race, or reduced to an exclusively female population kept as thrall slaves by the Cyborgs. Over time, Optimus’ programing was further corrupted, and he lost the overriding goal of finding that perfect specimen of man, and instead focused solely on slaying every male it encountered, mercilessly slaughtering and butchering every male being in the galaxy. 

Until now. 

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As Eric’s cum entered the brilliant column of blue light, the Overlord immediately began to analyze the young man’s sperm. 

Eric’s fantastically powerful forebears were the result of desperate but brilliant genetic modification by the brightest scientific minds of the human race. The super men created by this eugenic program were given every beneficial advantage conceivable -- vastly superior strength and endurance, tremendously increased IQs, lifespans more than ten times greater than normal men, stunning masculine beauty, and enormous and extraordinarily durable sexual equipment that was also spectacularly virile. Their hope was that, if even one male could survive, he would have the capacity to repopulate the human race. 

Over time, this genetic manipulation became self perpetuating, and even without conscious human intervention, successive generations of men became even more powerful, masculine, and virile. The Darwinian law of the survival of the fittest further improved the dwindling male stock, as only the strongest, bravest, and most cunning of men survived long enough to father another generation of even more powerful sons. 

This process continued for close to one thousand years, with each generation of males being culled further and further by the relentless Cyborg depredations, culminating in Eric’s birth. The beautiful young man was the inheritor of every conceivable genetic gift and was by far the mightiest and more perfect specimen of man that had ever lived. And the past six months of the young man’s captivity had taken his epic raw power and further refined it in the crucible of constant torment and abuse, making him even more strong, powerful, and virile than before. The handsome young muscle bull had been hammered and tempered to absolute perfection. And the genetic code carried in Eric’s supremely potent sperm, and now being analyzed within the Overlord’s titanic column of blue energy, was unequivocal proof of this perfection. 

Optimus felt a joy that transcended any merely biological emotion. He had fulfilled his long-buried mission and finally discovered the paragon of man, a male worthy of fathering a new generation of super beings. 

This euphoric joy was almost instantly converted to terror and despair, however, as Optimus realized that he had already launched the enormous piston, which was even now on an obliterating collision course with Eric’s nearly shattered balls. The unimaginably vast machine roared in horror and frustration as it watched and witnessed the final intact moments of Eric’s paragon of manhood...