by Lisa Lace
Her long blonde hair was always kept in a braid because she didn’t know what else to do with it. She wore glasses over her chocolate brown eyes, and she hardly ever wore makeup. While some of the female scientists chose to look professional and sexy under their lab coats with tailored dress trousers and pumps, Amanda usually went for jeans and sneakers. After all, there was no dress code.
Jake wanted girls that liked to drink until they would say yes to anything. The type of girl who wanted to spend a night out partying instead of at home with a good book. He wanted a girl that wouldn’t think twice about a one-night stand, not a girl who was looking for something real. Amanda had better things to do with her time than to mess around with a guy like Jake.
“No thanks.” She turned back to her computer and pushed a few buttons on her keyboard.
“Come on. Just for an hour. You put on this façade of a serious woman who’s into her work, but I know that somewhere underneath there’s a sexy little vixen waiting to burst out.” He leaned against the cubicle wall and his eyes wandered down to her chest.
“Nope. The only person in here is a big nerd, Jake.” She flicked a long blonde braid over her shoulder.
He sighed. “Fine. But don’t say I never tried to do you any favors. I wouldn’t be surprised if I came in here tomorrow morning to find you in the same position and wearing the same clothes. You know they won’t pay you more if you work extra hours, right?”
“Whatever.” Amanda’s position was salaried, but she wasn’t here for the money. She had gone into cybernetic research because she wanted to make a difference in the world. When she was in college, she hadn’t imagined working with cyborgs in a military capacity, but it certainly paid the bills. Her friends teased her that she was in this line of work because she got to hang around with people who were more machine than person, and she wasn’t required to make small talk.
They probably weren’t entirely wrong.
“Have it your way. I’m outta here.” Jake disappeared back into his cubicle for a moment before heading toward the elevator.
Unable to concentrate any longer on her work, Amanda got up from her desk and went through the heavy metal door at one end of the room marked “Authorized Personnel Only!” In case that wasn't enough of a deterrent, someone had taken it upon themselves to add a big “Danger!” with a red Sharpie. Even though the office was large, it looked minuscule compared to the size of this room.
The military called it the barracks for the cyborgs. Rows of bullet-proof glass boxes each held a single body upright. Anytime Cyborg Sector had a new hire, the first thing they said was that this room disturbed them. Amanda could see that they would feel uncomfortable. There were hundreds of men in here, each wearing a camouflage battle uniform. A wire extended from the backs of every skull. The eyes of the cyborgs were closed as if they were asleep.
Amanda had been frightened by the room long ago, but by now she found it intriguing.
The military kept the cyborgs in charging mode when they weren’t in use. They required almost no nutrition to maintain their bodies. An IV drip provided nourishment and doctors kept their bodies in artificial comas. Their minds could download automatic updates that kept them prepared for any situation when they were activated.
Amanda sauntered down the rows of cyborgs, glancing carefully at each one. Many of them tended to look similar. She never understood why their features tended toward uniformity. When the government began its work on cyborgs, they had started with people who donated their bodies to science. Eventually, they moved on to clones, but there was a high failure rate. The vast majority of cyborg bodies still came from volunteers.
She knew each one was genetically different, but there was something about the integration process when they became more than human that gave them all a certain look. They had pale skin, glassy eyes, and a robotic precision to their movements.
She stopped in front of the last box on the end of the second row. Each cyborg had a label on his cell. The label was color coded to indicate his unit, and the identification numbers showed the origins of the body. This one was designated AD-214: Army Donor number 214. His label showed he was on the Blue Squad.
AD-214 was her favorite.
Like many of the other soldiers, some parts of his human body had been replaced with artificial limbs. In the beginning, the government wasn’t interested in making them pretty, with faux flesh arms or realistic eyeballs that would help them blend in with society. They needed their cyborgs to be functional and intimidating. Eventually, they realized it was valuable to have assets that were visually no different from a regular person.
Doctors had replaced AD-214’s right hand and left leg during his integration into the program. The artificial hand was a piece of machine mastery, able to reproduce tiny movements. In Amanda’s tests, the cyborg could pick up a single grain of rice or crush someone’s throat. His leg, unseen under his pants, enabled him to run faster and jump higher than most Olympic athletes.
Most of the time, Amanda was focused on improving AD-214’s performance, command functions, or operating system. Now, for a moment, she allowed herself to slip out of a scientific mindset. She studied the firm line of his jaw, his high cheek bones, and the shock of dark hair that they could never seem to get under control.
Even after all the work done on his body, he was still handsome.
CHAPTER 2
Amanda stood by the coffee station and fidgeted. The government was happy to provide as much coffee as anyone could drink, and they took advantage of it. Amanda typically preferred hers without caffeine, but she needed a little bit of liquid encouragement this morning. It had been late by the time she finally tumbled into her small, bleak apartment and fallen asleep in front of the television. She needed to be awake and alert today; Dr. Alex Feldman was in the building.
Dr. Feldman had been the original genius behind Cyborg Sector. He had become interested in software programming and the wiring of the human brain when he was a teenager and created the current version of the cyborg operating system while he was in college. When the military approached him about his model, he gladly sold it to them on the condition that he was allowed to head the project.
Nobody else had the experience of Dr. Feldman. He was irreplaceable. Even the highest ranking officers treated him with respect and deference. The other scientists, no matter their stature, scurried about like lab mice when he was around. He never kept regular office hours, and nobody ever said anything about it.
At the moment, the door to Dr. Feldman’s office was open. She watched as he sat behind his desk, blonde hair slicked back over wire-frame glasses. He was far more handsome than any scientist had a right to be. At the moment, he was flicking through files that had landed on his desk while he was gone.
With a shaking hand, Amanda poured an extra cup of joe and marched across the room to his office door. She knocked on the frame. “Need some coffee?”
Dr. Feldman looked up and smiled. “It’s more like battery acid here, but yeah, I’ll take some.” He held out his hand to accept the Styrofoam cup from her hand, and she hoped he wouldn’t notice how much she was trembling. He always made her feel nervous. “Are you going to be working with me on the AI project today? I could use someone who knows what they’re doing.”
Amanda’s stomach leaped into her throat. Did the famous Dr. Feldman want her to work beside him? She was qualified to help him work the bugs out of the artificial intelligence system they were trying to install into the cyborgs, but she didn’t think he knew who she was. Most of the actions performed by the units were sent directly by human military commanders watching from a distance. The goal was to get the cyborgs to a point where they could function autonomously, so they could still be effective even if communications to headquarters were interrupted.
“I’d be delighted,” she replied, trying to keep the thrill out of her voice. He wouldn’t want to be shut in a lab with Amanda all day if he thought of her as a fan girl.
; “Great. Let’s get started, then. I don’t feel like sorting through all this paperwork today.”
He stood up from behind his big desk and accompanied her to the control room. From here, all of the barracks was visible through huge windows that looked down onto the cyborgs. A massive dashboard took up the majority of the room underneath the windows, containing various computer interfaces, alert lights, and emergency buttons. “Show me what you’ve come up with recently.”
Amanda eagerly took the rare one-on-one time and immediately dove into explaining her latest work. She turned on one of the monitors to display erratic brain waves that were the result of her most recent tests, indicating that one of the cyborgs wasn’t responding well to its programming. “What I’m hoping to achieve is a system so intelligent that each cyborg can function as a team, including the other soldiers in his squadron without any outside input. Currently, each cyborg in a unit has its primary specialty, but there is some overlap. For instance, the communications specialist has specialized implants assisting with tapping into satellites and radio waves, but the captains aren’t using all the information.” She held her breath, waiting to see if Dr. Feldman would berate her over a small detail.
But he merely nodded. “They’re trying to rely too much on themselves. They don’t fully recognize each other as teammates.”
“Exactly. I made some adjustments to their facial recognition system, hoping to link it in with an AI and create more of an artificial human experience for them. So far, I’m not convinced it’s working. In testing, some of the captains killed their squad members when asked to recognize them by their facial features instead of their system code.”
Dr. Feldman nodded again as he looked over her results. “You’ve done thorough work. It’s impressive, and it gives me a lot to think about.”
He stood so close that Amanda could feel the heat of his body through his lab coat. She blinked, trying to shut out the image of what it would be like to be with such a man. But her lips tingled as she imagined kissing him, and she wondered — not for the first time — what it would be like to have him run his hands over her body, to hold her, and to make love to her.
“I have a lot of respect for you, Amanda,” he said, interrupting her fantasy. “You’re young, but your thinking is advanced.” His eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked down at her.
The corners of her mouth snuck up without her permission. “I know you’re busy, but if you’d like to discuss the project more, I’d be happy to take you out for some real coffee.” She didn’t know how the words appeared in her mouth. She hadn’t planned on asking him out, but she had already said them. Amanda couldn't take it back.
The expression on Dr. Feldman’s face changed instantly, and he took a small step backward. It wasn’t intended to be obvious, but it certainly sent a message. “I’m sorry, Ms. Conrad. I don’t like to fraternize with other researchers outside of the office. It might send the wrong message to everyone else.”
“Of course. How silly of me.” Amanda’s heart thudded so loudly that the cyborgs could probably hear it in the next room. “That’s where I’m at on the project. If you have any insights, feel free to shoot me an email.” She hurried out the door.
CHAPTER 3
The stark white walls and linoleum floors of Cyborg Sector were quiet. The slight hubbub of scientists at work had died down as the humans slowly trickled out into the real world. If anyone had been listening, the only sound they would hear in the barracks was the click of a lone keyboard in the next room. The cyborgs’ hearing was good enough to detect it, except they were all in sleep mode.
All of them except for one. AD-214’s interface activated briefly, then turned off again. The distant clicking ceased, followed by the boom of the door to the barracks as it swung open and shut again, echoing in the large space. The scientist who came into the room walked swiftly and silently to the end of the row, her feet clad in old sneakers that didn’t make a sound against the hard floor. She furrowed her brow at the small monitor outside of AD-214’s clear cell.
“You shouldn’t be waking up right now,” she murmured as she noted the information on the screen. “But I could have sworn the system gave me an alert.” She scanned the other cyborgs in the vicinity, shrugged, and turned to leave.
AD-214’s interface clicked on again as the scientist turned her back. Though he could only see the side of her face, his recognition software scanned and identified her, scrolling information across his retina. AMANDA CONRAD, AGE 23, EMPLOYEE OF CYBORG SECTOR. His system initiated a more detailed search, and these results displayed instantaneously: BLUE SQUADRON; POSITION: MEDICAL OFFICER.
Amanda didn’t notice that AD-214’s eyes were open or that the readout on his monitor was off the charts. She wasn’t anywhere near the control room. She didn’t see that the red light — the same one that had initially called her into the barracks — was blinking rapidly once again.
AD-214’s eyes closed and his interface shut down. The blinking red light turned off. Amanda left the barracks, hung her lab coat in her cubicle, and rode the elevator down to her compact car in the parking garage. Cyborg Sector fell silent once again.
* * *
An hour later, Jenny and Dr. Feldman stepped off the elevator and into the office. “You are a very bad girl, did you know that?” he asked as he pushed her up against a cubicle wall.
She giggled as she felt his hardness pressing against her. “You have no idea just how bad I can be, Dr. Feldman,”
“Call me Alex,” he murmured as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck, nipping at the delicate skin near her collarbone.
“Okay then, Alex, just how much badness do you think you can take tonight?”
His laugh sounded like a deep rumble as he moved down to pull at the buttons of her little top with his teeth. The top one came off with a pop, and goose bumps prickled along her skin as the cool air conditioning touched her cleavage. He felt himself harden even more at the prospect, and he plunged his tongue between her breasts. “Are you saying there are even more options than what we did before?”
Jenny tipped her head back, exulting in the good doctor’s work. She smiled as she thought about their tryst on Tuesday night. She knew what his excuses were whenever any of the girls around the office wanted to date him: he didn’t want to fraternize outside of the office. Her solution was simple. She asked him to stay in the building. His desk had never been used so well. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”
Alex ripped the remainder of her buttons off with his hands and tossed the shredded shirt to the floor. Her breasts were ripe and round in her push-up bra, just begging him to claim them with his mouth. “Yeah? You wanna fuck on the elevator?” He wrapped his arms around her waist and bit into her soft flesh as he imagined the fun of plowing into her as the elevator plunged toward the basement.
“I think we should save that for next time,” Jenny replied as she ran her hands through his pale hair.
Alex moaned at the mention of a next time. He knew he could have any of the women in this building that he wanted, but Jenny was by far the most willing. He couldn’t imagine that any of the other scientists would be up for this although he would be happy to give them a chance. That little blonde girl would make a nice threesome with Jenny if she would ever loosen up a bit. She had beautiful tits. What was her name? Amanda?
Jenny slipped her hand down between Alex’s legs, rubbing against his bulge. “I want to do something horrible. Something so dirty that I’m not sure you’re up for it.”
“Really?” He pulled back so that he could raise an eyebrow. “Do tell.”
“Let’s fuck in the barracks.”
She hadn’t been wrong. It was enough to give him pause. Sex in that room, where there were hundreds of men watching them? Although they were asleep, and they probably didn’t know what sex was any longer.
“Won’t it be great?” she asked. “It’s like we’ll be doing it in front of an audience, right out in public, except no
one will see us. What do you say?”
Alex looked at her for a moment, unsure. There were no cameras anywhere in the building, at least.
Jenny wrapped a leg around Alex’s waist and pulled him against her with the strength of her thigh. “Are you in?”
“God, yes.” He scooped her up underneath her ass, not willing to break contact with her curves, and carried her across the office to the massive door. The automated locks picked up the ID card in his pocket and clicked open. He had only to turn around and shove his backside against the door to access the barracks.
“Where do you want to go?” Alex asked.
“Right up there.” Jenny directed him to the front of the room, where every single enhanced soldier could see them if their eyes were open. “Right on the floor.”
Alex sank onto the tile. It didn’t matter that it was hard and uncomfortable; his crotch was too. It was time to do something about that. He didn’t bother undoing the button and the zipper on her pants, but merely yanked them off and threw them aside instead. Jenny’s silky purple thong matched her sexy bra. He looped his finger through her panties and pulled them aside to flick his tongue over her pussy. It was already wet with arousal, and he couldn’t contain himself any longer.
He pulled out his cock and plunged into her. She was hot and soft, and he closed his eyes in pleasure. She moaned underneath him, and he drove hard, shoving in his dick all the way to its base.
“Do you like taking all of it?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
“God, yes,” Jenny cried as she wrapped her legs around him. “Push that fucking cock into me.”
Alex pounded against her. He could hear her ass slapping on the hard floor, but she didn’t complain. Alex needed this and deserved it. This facility wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for him, and if Dr. Alex Feldman wanted to fuck a random woman in front of a room full of cyborgs, then Goddammit, he could. His seed poured out as he collapsed on top of her.