“You don’t remember being programmed to kill Seetha?”
Will shook his head, but his restraints would let it turn much. “No. I only remember trying it again in her lab. My processor was looping an imperative command to kill her that I couldn’t seem to refuse. Seetha said Rachel had to zap my ass to stop me. I wish she’d had power cranked to kill instead of stun. Kyra wouldn’t have a broken arm right now.”
“It’s not the first time Kyra’s tangled with a cyborg and ended up hurt,” Peyton said, thinking of the time he’d broken her wrist. “What we discovered after that day in the lab is that you were generating your own electrical current when you shot Marcus. That bolt of electricity you shot into him came from a source inside you. The only reason Rachel was able to take you down was that Marcus had drained your internal power with his attack. Getting agitated for you is like flipping a switch to turn on a generator.”
“Is that shit still going to happen to me?”
Peyton shrugged. “We don’t know. When we picked you up at the work camp, our scan showed you didn’t have any onboard weaponry. We still don’t know how your cybernetics harness power and keep it ready for your use. We didn’t dig into that mystery today because Kyra didn’t want to turn off any potential defense mechanism. She’s banking on your human mind developing complete control over your use of any weapon you possess. She’s done that to every cyborg.”
“God help us all then because stopping myself hasn’t been real effective up to now,” Will said dryly. “I also heard my programmer say he was rebooting me after every kill because it had worked well in the New World Companions he’d been working on. Unless my twisted mind was making that shit up, Creator Omega was my programmer as well as theirs.”
“That doesn’t surprise me. Bad cyber guys sure seem to get around. Did you find out any good news?” Peyton asked.
Will snorted. “Yeah—sort of. I think my processor was one of a kind. Hopefully, there’s no more over-programmed, cold-blooded cyborg killers running loose.”
“Good. One of you is definitely enough,” Peyton said. He slid off the stool. “I’m making an executive decision. Access your processor. You should see several new links running off it. That’s your neural network. You should be able to connect to some of the equipment in this room with it. Once the connection is made your thoughts will become commands.”
Will glanced at the workstation nearby. He sent the screen rolling as he searched for the unlock codes. Peyton stood by saying nothing. Will looked at him in surprise. “Not too shabby. I can get out of this room without touching the door.”
“You can also get out of your chair,” Peyton said, nodding at the seat. “Break the restraints.”
“Doc’s going to be pissed if I do that.”
Peyton shrugged. “Maybe… but I don’t think so. She increased your strength on purpose.”
Will had to put some real effort into it, but he managed to break most of them, including the head restraint. The wrapped climbing rope was going to take too long and too much energy, and for some reason, his cybernetics were urging him to conserve. Giving up, Will set about untying his makeshift restraint.
“Hey, William.”
He stopped his escape efforts to look at Peyton. The man now had a pulse cannon pointed at him.
“What the fuck. Whose side are you on, Captain Elliot?”
Peyton waved the weapon as he smiled. “Mine. I made this extra-strength version for King. He’s nearly impossible to stop when he’s in full rage mode, but I found a way. You need to know it’s going to knock a lightweight like you flat on your pansy ass if you try anything I don’t like.”
“Noted,” Will said, finishing his work on the knots. “I heard you made weapons for a hobby. You’re a freaking prodigy with knots too, aren’t you?”
Laughing at Will’s complaining, Peyton lifted his chin. “Marines travel on ships. Tying knots is part of the ticket for the ride. And for your information, Marcus did those. Now he is a prodigy. Don’t let his quietness fool you.”
Will snorted. When his restraint was gone, he stood and flexed his limbs. He felt… stronger? No, that wasn’t quite right. He stared at the door and it opened with a decisive click. “Look at what I did. That’s not a bad party trick.”
Peyton kept the weapon aimed while he laughed. Behind him, the door closed and locked back. “Yeah… I’ve been able to do that since I got stabbed in the chest, but I haven’t always been able to control using it. I think the artificial heart I received allowed them to install some hidden programming in my second processor. They were covertly building a double-wired spy every time I got repaired or upgraded. Kyra restored me before they completed their spy work.”
Will glared at the door. “Is there no fucking end to what cyber scientists can do to us?”
Peyton lowered the weapon at last and shook his head. “None that I’ve found.”
3
“Outside of the constant buzzing in my head, I can’t really tell any difference in myself. Can you, Will?”
Will studied the chattering magpie. Lucy had dropped Meara off in the room with him to wait for Kyra and Nero. The next step was to discuss their upgrades and hear reports about how their procedures went. Meara had yet to stop talking. In fact, it seemed all the woman did was talk.
“Ya don’t have to tell me details, ya know. Ya can tell me to hush. Aja does it all the time. I’m not offended. I’m mostly just trying not to dwell on whatever news Kyra and Nero have to tell us.”
He supposed it wouldn’t kill him to make conversation while they waited. He was a bit apprehensive too. “I can open electronically locked doors now.”
Meara laughed. “Lucy, Aja, and I have been able to unlock electronic doors since we were converted. Ironically, all it takes to restrain us is a good old-fashioned keyed padlock. Afraid that wasn’t an upgrade for me. Honestly, I don’t know what the hell Dr. Cyberstein did. I don’t feel violated or anything though—not saying that. He’s not that kind of doctor, plus Seetha and Rachel were in the room the whole the time.”
“Dr. Cyberstein?”
“It’s Aja’s pet name for Nero when she’s feeling urges she doesn’t want to be feeling for him. She insults him until they start calling each other names in their native tongue. Then it’s all filthy goat fucker and daughter of a dirty vagina insults filling the room. It’s highly entertaining, but way better if ya learn some basic Hindi so ya can translate.”
“I see.” No, he didn’t, but Will lifted his face to hers. All he saw was red hair, curious eyes, and lips that never stopped moving. Meara had the energy of a two-year-old and about as much self-control. “What kind of upgrades did you expect to get?”
“I don’t know,” Meara said, thinking hard about it. “I suppose I expected something grand that would make other cyborgs jealous of my amazing talents.”
Snorting over her illogical answer, Will shook his head. “You’re probably a lot stronger. I’ve discovered I’m stronger. I was able to break my cyber operating chair restraints with very little effort.”
Dejected now, Meara didn’t bother sharing that she already had that ability too. Nor did she bother to tell him that she and Aja could each lift at least ten times their own weight. The somber Captain William Talon was dense and uninformed but telling him so would be mean.
“Yeah, William. That’s what every girl dreams of—being stronger than all the men she dates. Like it isn’t hard enough to get laid being a lady cyborg. The last thing I want is any male—human or cyborg—thinking I’m going to break him riding cowgirl.”
“You wanted upgrades that would help you with men?” Will asked, incredulous at the thought.
Meara chuckled. “Goddess no, I’m not that shallow—I don’t think. But why couldn’t Nero have given my tatas an extra size or two? That wasn’t too much to ask considering I volunteered for the neural enhancements, now was it?”
One corner of Will’s mouth lifted in derision. She’d lost him again,
but that was no real surprise. It seemed a normal thing for Meara to confuse people listening to her.
“Tatas?” Will asked, telling himself he was a fool for doing so.
“Sorry. Tatas was girl speak. I was talking about my breasts,” Meara said, cupping hers in both hands. “I asked Nero to make them a bit bigger. As ya can see, he refused.”
Will was speechless for a second or two, and then found his gaze dropping to her hands and what she was holding. His mouth wanted to twitch. His hands wanted other things. Nothing in his pants jumped to life, but his mind went places it hadn’t in years. He wondered what the hell was happening, but at the same time, he didn’t want to know.
Will’s confusion was epic. Had Kyra done something to intensify his human reactions?
“You’re adequate enough in the breast area,” he said with all the sincerity he possessed.
“Adequate enough,” Meara repeated, rolling her eyes high. “Well, thank ya Lord Smooth tongue for damning me with yer faint praise. Bet that gift of understatement ya got going on there isn’t very effective in the bedroom. I can explain why to ya if ya want to know. I feel like I owe it to the next lesser endowed woman and her small boobs.”
“I didn’t mean…” Will stopped his defense when Meara suddenly laughed at his extreme discomfort. Damn the chatty woman for emotionally baiting him. “What I said wasn’t meant as an insult and you know it. I was trying to make you feel better about your body.”
Meara giggled at his forlorn expression. “I guess I should be grateful yar being honest about my assets. If a woman is willing to drop to her knees, most blokes will tell her anything she wants to hear to keep her there—true or not.”
“I’m not most blokes,” Will said tightly, forcing the strange phrase out through clenched teeth and a nearly locked jaw.
“Yeah. I suppose I knew that without ya informing me. My instincts are pretty good. Aja says I’m too trusting when it comes to men, but if ya walk around being fearful of the opposite sex all the time, yar not going to get much pleasure from bedding them.”
Since he hadn’t followed what she’d said and had no idea why she was telling him anything about her views on sex, Will saw no reason to even try to respond. The door opened to let Peyton, Kyra, and Nero into the room, giving him a welcome reprieve.
“How are you two feeling?” Kyra asked.
Will met her concerned stare. “My diagnostic checks show no issues with the upgrades.”
Meara looked at him. “Really? That’s yer answer to her question about how ya feel?” She looked at Kyra and snorted. “Outside of the buzzing in my head, I feel about the same as I did before Nero tweaked me. What am I supposed to be feeling?”
Smiling when she heard that they still sounded like themselves, Kyra sat tiredly at the table and folded her hands across their folders. “The buzzing in your heads is your new neural network processor scanning and making all the connections it can. When you’re fully connected to everything electronically unique within its substantial three-mile radius range, the buzzing should subside to an occasional hum that you should be able to easily ignore.”
“Everything you said is pretty vague to me, Doc. What exactly are we connecting to?” Will asked.
Meara turned to look at him. “Have ya been playing ostrich, William? Surely yer familiar with Evil Brad’s takedown.”
“I assume you’re referring to Bradley 360, the rogue cyborg sent to kill Lucy.”
“Yes. His neural processor let him wirelessly control over forty Norton AI guards, which Evil Brad had turned into his own personal army. Though I’m sure when the new network in yer head gets done, yar at least going to be able to set yer alarm clock without going home. Now isn’t that exciting too?” Once again, she turned to Kyra. “How do we filter out the things that aren’t necessary for us to be connecting to daily? I’m assuming there are limits of some sort.”
“Limits are unknown. You will be gaining that information for us as you use your new abilities. In the meantime, put connections you deem unnecessary into a long-term storage file with access shortcuts. Keep only the ones you want to maintain access to out in front. You should be able to sort the data as you sort data now. Your neural network is partly controlled by your regular processor.”
Will turned to glare at Meara. “How can you talk about nonsense nonstop and still know so damn much about everything important?”
Meara tilted her head and stared at Will until her mouth started to twitch. To keep from laughing at his irritated surprise, she turned to Nero and grinned. “Do ya think Will’s suggesting I shut the feck up? Help me out here, Nero. I’ve never been good at dealing with irritated men.”
“Oh no, leave me out of this particular debate, Meara. I know there is no logical way to win any debate with you,” Nero ordered.
Meara laughed and waved a hand. “Yer probably right. I’m sure Lucy and Aja would say the same.” She looked at the handsome man now glaring at her. “I’m sorry, Will. Please… ask yer serious questions. I’ll be as quiet as a library patron ya’ve shushed.”
Even through the anger Meara’s snarkiness caused him to feel, Will saw Peyton working hard to hide a smile behind his hand. He knew the Marine captain well enough by now to recognize it was a sure sign the man thought he was being an ass, even if a funny one. “It was an observation. Sorry if I sounded too emphatic. You’re obviously more informed about the details of certain recent events than I am.”
Meara grinned. “Whoa… listen to ya. That was nearly an apology. Don’t worry though, I won’t be telling anyone.”
Will held up a hand to stop her before she got wound up. “Explain Bradley 360’s takedown.”
Meara leaned a little in Will’s direction. “Sure. The details of those events are as clear in my mind as they were the day they happened. And I believe the reason ya might be missing a few of the details is that ya were lying on the ground incapacitated by that supersonic whistle Evil Brad used on all the cyborgs before I shot the fecking thing out of his hand with an arrow. Based on Lucy’s calculations and warnings, Aja and I had managed to put ourselves out of its sonic range. All we had to do after that was take down his AI army. We did that by taking down Evil Brad, the controller. Aja did the actual honors of dispatching him.”
Meara turned to Kyra and gave her the most serious look she could muster. “Will’s already figured out that ya gave him skills like the New World Companions got from the get-go. Tell us what we don’t know about our tweaking today.”
Kyra sighed. “I think you’re both well versed in cybernetics to understand that you’re prototypes. Nero and I feel it’s best for you to slowly get acquainted with your new abilities. I will tell you both that we used the blueprint of Aja’s modified New World Companion code to make the neural base. Nero and I wanted the two of you to be as closely matched as possible for ease of upgrades.”
“Fecking A—did ya hear that, Will?” Meara demanded, reaching out and grabbing Will’s arm.
She ignored his flinching and his attempts to draw away. Meara was a toucher and he needed to get used to it. Missions would be impossible if Will was going to tense up every time she got close. And if she believed what Lucy had deduced, she and Will were prototypes created precisely for the purpose of doing what other cyborgs couldn’t.
“I can’t believe we’re sharing code now, Will. It’s like we got cybernetically married or something. But don’t worry, I’m sure sharing code doesn’t mean ya will be talking nonstop nonsense any time soon. Aja and I shared code for years and that never happened to her. Ya can ask her yerself.”
Will peeled Meara’s surprisingly strong fingers away from his bicep. The chatting magpie was many times stronger than she looked. “Sharing cybernetic code is not like being married. That’s ridiculous.”
Meara leaned back in her chair. “Well, of course it is. That’s why everyone laughed when I said it… well, everyone except the humor-challenged person in the room. I hope I didn’t embarrass ya with
my little joke.”
Knowing now that glaring wouldn’t slow Meara down or change her warped personality, Will asked Kyra the one question that concerned him most. “How much of my past is going to continue to leak through?”
Kyra shrugged. “Cyborgs always ask that question, but all Nero and I see are files and bits until you tell us the exact content. The data might offer a tiny label at times, but it’s not like we see everything. In simpler terms… your guess is as good as mine, Will. Peyton tells me you had some recall of the past immediately following the upgrade.”
Will nodded. “I did, but it was only two episodes. Since I have an instantaneous recollection of those details still, my conclusion is that they were stored as organic memories.”
“I would agree with you. Do you need to talk to a counselor about them?”
“Feck no, he doesn’t,” Meara said firmly, her hand on his arm again. “Will here is as rock-steady as a cyborg could possibly be without someone mistaking him for a freaking statue. He’s put up with my nervous conversing before ya came in and never even raised his voice to me.”
Meara’s instant defense on his behalf caught Will off-guard. The woman seemed to effortlessly unbalance him. But she was right about the headshrinker. The last thing he intended to do was submit to brainwashing—more civilized or not—by someone who would be looking for what could be used to declare him unstable. He got plenty of that sort of counseling right after Kyra did his initial restoration. He’d had to lie his ass off then—which was painful to do as a cyborg—to keep the fucking psychiatrist from stamping him as unbalanced and locking him away for good.
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