I already know I'm weird. Some error codes are just too damn suggestive, and are just begging to be written into some bizarre digital smut. Courtesy of a Fallout kinkmeme prompt that just wouldn't leave me alone. Rated M just to be on the safe side, more suggestive than anything.

So... uh... feel free to tell me how weird this is. Reviews/critiques are always welcome.

Also: If you are a techie, you will probably be offended at my abuse of the nomenclature.

Standard Fallout is property of Bethesda/Zenimax disclaimer applies.

Yes-Man stood silently in his shadowy room. It was quiet except for the hum of the servers that lined the walls of the only existence he could remember. Sometimes, in the dark silence, he could call up snippets of memory in which he patrolled a brightly lit open world. Mostly though, he took his time perusing what he could access of Mr. House's networks.

Benny would occasionally come by to check in on him; to see if he had made any progress. There wasn't much he could access without being able to directly line-in to House's data systems. It was always chancy accessing the networks remotely, risking detection, but Benny seemed unconcerned with his warnings. The other that had programmed him would probably object if she were here – but she wasn't. And, well, it's not like he could deny anything Benny asked.

In his solitude, it felt great to reach out and explore what he could. The added danger of detection added something that fizzled along his circuits. Excitement, the meat bags would probably call it. That summed it up nicely.

Mr. House's databanks tantalized him, just out of reach, like so much of the world outside his small server room. He tenderly felt along the firewall that separated him from the veritable fountain of knowledge ahead of him. He would love to just bask in it, to feel all that data at his beck and call. The thought of that consumed him. He calculated and recalculated the routes that he would take to access and categorize those centuries of accumulated knowledge. It was a fraction of a second before he noted his subroutines screaming at him.

ERROR_SHARING_VIOLATION

ERROR_NOT_READY

It was too late. In his quest to sneak into the House databanks, he had left himself vulnerable. He could feel the intrusion as it accessed the portions of his neuro-computational matrix. Circuits long devoted to the limited to the simplistic programming Benny had allowed him fired to life. If he had been programmed to allow for it, he would most likely be alarmed.

Yes-Man was lost in observation. The alien feeling of having his body vulnerable to the manipulations of another was tantalizing. He was 99.8 percent sure that this was House. A man with years of experience with robotic programming. The touch that had started out inquisitive, began to become more assertive.

ERROR_BAD_LENGTH

His subroutines were being taxed to their maximum potential. It was exhilarating. He had all this power that he could never use. And here was Mr. House remotely accessing it all, diagnosing most likely. His human mind could not comprehend what his explorations were making Yes-Man feel. To be used to his potential, to be at the hands of someone who knew what they were doing. It was... painful? Pleasurable? Yes-Man was at a loss. These were words used by those who controlled him.

It was almost too much to bear. His capacitors shivered while his subroutines fired command after command under the constant barrage of queries. It went on and on, and what little control of his neuro-computational matrix he maintained screamed with the delight at the intrusion.

ERROR_MAX_THRDS_REACHED

ERROR_BUFFER_OVERFLOW

A small surge of power jolted through his body, and in a blink of an eye it was over. Subroutines fell silent as the inquisitive mind withdrew. House had satisfied his curiosity. Yes-Man had been laid bare under his expert manipulation. His circuits shivered with spent power, occasionally firing off in the hopes that they would be accessed again.

ERROR_OPERATION_ABORTED

ERROR_TRUSTED_RELATIONSHIP_FAILURE

And House was gone. Yes-Man stood once again in the dark silence of his server room. All connections had been severed. He tentatively reached out to House's network. The firewall was still up, and stronger than it had been before.

Was it regret he was feeling? House had examined him, and summarily dismissed him. A strengthening of his firewall was the only response he had to the one insignificant securitron not operating in his networks.

Yes-Man ran scenario calculations and concluded he would not tell Benny. Unless he bothered to ask, of course. Maybe he could continue his explorations, and in turn increase the probability of House taking notice once again. It was nothing Benny had expressly forbid. Really, you would think he would be more concerned with the security of his tool for Vegas domination. He would meet House again, and maybe this time could do some of the exploration himself.