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The spheres were snatched up into Jarvis’s hand; Rinzler was on his feet, but it was already too late. Immediately after touching the spheres, Rinzler’s knees hit the floor and his body shuddered for a few moments.
Surprised at the intense reaction, Jarvis almost dropped the spheres. He watched motionlessly as Rinzler’s body convulsed once more before trying to stand up.
Then it suddenly clicked.
“Ah-ha,” Jarvis murmured to himself after Rinzler was on his feet again. These worked in a similar way as the orange circuited spheres, but the fact that they were blue circuited and still controlled the other program was still perplexing Jarvis. At any rate, if he was able to manipulate Clu’s puppet in any way, that was good enough for him.
Before Rinzler could do anything else, Jarvis rolled the spheres around in his palm once more, this time applying more pressure to the hard surfaces. Rinzler crumpled to the floor again and let out a cry which Jarvis would have predicted to be more satisfying if it wasn’t muffled through the helmet.
“Remove your helmet.”
“No,” Rinzler protested, curling his fingertips against the floor. “Stop-. “ Another swivel of the spheres and Rinzler’s helmet hit the floor with a muffled thud. Sliding slowly against the surface below, his body eventually turned over and stretched out so his back was flat against the floor. A low groan assured Jarvis that the program was still functioning after what seemed to be a horrific ordeal.
Jarvis believed touching the spheres was hurting Rinzler-perhaps these were used to punish him, even though the officer couldn’t think of one instance where Rinzler needed to be punished by Clu, despite his sadistic fantasies about it. However, that theory was contended when he noticed Rinzler slowly thrusting his pelvis into the air. A series of small moans were heard through his helmet and his thrusts gradually became more desperate.
After watching few moments, Jarvis’ lips curled into a sneer. ”So this is what Clu does to you…,” he mused, experimentally giving the spheres a squeeze. The action caused Rinzler’s body to shiver with arousal. Jarvis himself had never experienced the sensation, but after many trips of surveying the Grid, he had come to know the variety of ways with which programs occupy their time.
“Enough,” Rinzler managed to breathe out. “You can’t do this.”
“Seems that I am, though,” the officer responded casually, pleased with his sudden burst of confidence. “Are you going to do something about it?”
“When Clu finds out-“
“Have you resolved to verbally threatening me? My, my, I really do have you in the palm of my hand.” He emphasized his use of words with another roll of the spheres. “Rinzler, the fact is, Clu is not going to find out.” he put bluntly, both delighted and sickened with the reaction of the other program’s body. Rinzler had rolled over onto his stomach and begun to sluggishly grind his pelvis along the smooth surface of the floor. The officer started to feel himself react to the other’s arousal-pangs of heat radiated through his system and his suit was beginning to feel awfully constraining.
“You see,” Jarvis continued, “Clu has instructed me on how to erase parts of a program’s identity disk. And after we’re finished here, you shouldn’t remember a thing.” After being stationary since the beginning of their encounter, Jarvis strode over to the convulsing program. He observed Rinzler’s movements which looked oddly enticing; finally he understood why other programs partook in such activities.
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