Premise:
Before MCP captured him, Ram was an actuary program for an insurance company. But that means he’s got some features that can’t really be used much on the Game Grid, right?
Taking a page from “Overcharged” : let’s say, like in that fanfic, his actuarial subroutines still get supplied with power but never get used– causing energy buildup to painful levels, until he needs to relieve it by getting circuit-stimulated to the point of overload and reboot.
A thought experiment, here:
Is circuit-stimulation the only way to bleed off that energy?
or could he also get relief through the actuarial subroutines themselves?
“just let the nerd do math when he wants to!” seems like an obvious solution
But would that work only as a preventive measure to stop energy buildup from happening?
Or could it be used as a release valve once he’s already gotten all overcharged?
My instinct says the latter is possible… but it would go slower. Torturously, edgingly slower.
Which leads me to the premise of the weirdest kink idea I’ve ever thought up:
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Could an adventurous dom keep Ram restrained until he was going crazy with energy buildup… and then make him do their taxes til he gets off on it?
Or, better yet, their insurance?
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A taste of the absolute batshit crackfic idea I’m thinking of:
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“I’m not going to deny you release, Ram. You’ll get it. I’ll make you discharge all that pent-up actuarial energy, don’t worry. But not all at once, program. Yes, you will get to have that good feeling that you get from helping folks plan for their future needs. But you will get it one drop at a time, one tiny step of progress at a time, while you get passed around from the pharmacy to the doctor’s office to the insurance company to the damn pharmacy again, until you get that motherfucking prior authorization to go through….”
“ah… ahh… Is this… nnngh… is this ‘cause I told you I deserve to be punished? For the whole working-for-an-insurance-company thing?”
“It’s because I need you to do this, Ram. Don’t make me start thinking about real punishment. But don’t think I’m not gonna enjoy it– watching you on the phone with fucking Healthpartners, trying not to moan and beg.”
“aaah… I’ll do whatever you ask, User, please…”
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(…as a pharmacy technician in my sad off-Grid life, I guess fanfic can be more than one kind of outlet…)