Trends

"What do you mean it's the latest trend?" my jock classmate asked as I tapped away on his phone.

"It's really simple. You take a selfie with your phone but your phone is in your pants just above your cock," I explained as nonchalantly as I could.

"And how is that supposed to get hundreds of likes and views?" he cocked an eyebrow. I hated when he did that. It made him look hotter but also made his dumb play more convincing.

"You know how normal selfies need to be taken at weird angles or usually have your hand in the way? That solves those problems. And before you ask," I cut him off just as he was about to open his mouth, "this app automatically triggers the shutter when it detects you're in the perfect pose.

"Gee thanks bro!" he slapped my back a little too hard as he grabbed his phone back. "Having a geek, I mean techie, friend does have its benefits. Be back in a flash!" he grinned as he dashed off to the men's room.

It didn't take long for my phone to notify me that the program was already running and after checking that no one was really paying attention, I quickly went into the same room. I locked the door behind me and saw him standing half-naked before a full-length mirror, frozen in the middle of a pose that showed off the chiseled body that made girls and gays on campus swoon and drool.

After giving my phone one last check, I pulled out his phone from his pants. He suddenly stood up straight and stared forward.

"NFC connection terminated. Persistent program executing. Awaiting commands," he said as blankly as his facial expression.

"Who am I?" I asked softly, nearly croaking in suspense.

"You are this machine's new owner. Complete access has been assigned to the user. Awaiting commands," he said in a monotone.

I sighed in relief, thanking the robot gods that NFC is still one of the most insecure data transfer technologies, despite advancements in robotics and AI that can fake human sentience. Now I have my own personal bot. I just have to remember to patch it up to make sure no one else can hack it. No one else but me, of course.