Chapter Eleven

Though Amanda usually would have stayed up well past sunset, she felt the excitement and danger of the day catching up with her and knew she needed to rest. AD-214 wanted her to sleep in the seclusion of the office, but Amanda disagreed. If something peculiar happened, she wanted to see it in front of her.

Instead, she made herself as comfortable as possible, dragging the canvas tarp out of the office and folding it twice to make a pallet. She noticed the cyborgs made no effort at such comforts, only stretching out on the concrete and falling swiftly to sleep like they were in luxurious beds. She supposed it might feel good for a cyborg to lie down. ND-45, relinquishing his guard duty to another soldier, had also shut his eyes for the night, but he did so in the corner furthest from AD-214.

As the droning of cyborg breathing surrounded her, Amanda fell into a deep sleep full of vivid images. She dreamed of the random things that often haunted her sleep, such as the house she had lived in as a little girl with its winding driveway and big bay windows. So many of her dreams had taken place here, so it was no surprise to find herself there again.

This time, however, the cyborgs had turned against her simultaneously. Every one of them, including AD-214, was chasing her. They broke the windows, sending shards of glass all over the hardwood floors. Hands clawed at the doorknobs. Their replacement parts were stripped back to the steel mechanics underneath them. Terrified, Amanda tried to run up the old, narrow stairway to the second floor, but her feet felt heavy. She ascended the stairwell in slow motion, making a great effort to lift each leg and escape her assailants. When she reached the landing at the top of the stairs, the cyborgs had already arrived ahead of her.

Waking with a start, Amanda surveyed the warehouse. The soldiers were all asleep, looking identical to ordinary men. Only the lone soldier near the door was awake. AD-214 lay asleep next to her, only a few feet away. She could barely make out his features, but she could tell that he was in a deeper sleep than he had ever been at Cyborg Sector. His brow and jaw were relaxed, making him look more human than ever.

Confident that he wouldn’t turn against her like in her dream, Amanda rolled over and quickly fell back to sleep. She soon started dreaming again, but they were of a different nature this time. She was in a bed in a dark room. A man was with her, a handsome man that made the area between her thighs feel hot and wet. He lay naked next to her as he ran his hands slowly over her body.

“I remember,” he whispered in her ear. “I remember the pleasurable things. I remember what it’s like to make love to a beautiful woman, to feel her soft body pressed into mine.”

The man squeezed her breast softly, and Amanda gasped with pleasure at his boldness. She didn’t know who this dream man was and didn’t care.

“I have visions of women, and they’re like you. They’re strong but curvy. They’re sweet and bold. And I think they liked sex as much as I did.”

He let his hand creep further down her body until it reached between her legs. His fingers were knowledgeable, slowly circling her center of pleasure. Amanda’s body responded against her will. She was hungry for this kind of attention. Her back arched instinctively, allowing the man complete access to her.

“I thought so,” he whispered. “You like it. You want me to shove my cock inside you, don’t you? Do you want me to come all over you?”

Amanda’s couldn’t seem to form the words, but she smiled as she undulated against him. Yes, she was ready for a good, hard fuck. It had been too long, and if he wanted to come on her face and breasts, she was ready for it.

As her bliss mounted, becoming more and more concentrated in her core until it threatened to explode, Amanda was slowly roused from her sleep. It always seemed to happen. Every time she had a hot dream, it was too much for her subconscious to handle without waking up and finishing the job herself.

But when she opened her eyes, she realized she was not alone on the canvas pallet. A cyborg, one who hadn’t shared his memories during their meeting earlier, lay next to her. She recognized him as MD-69, a former Marine. She knew every member of Blue Squad, though she had not spent much time with this cyborg. His hand was between her thighs, performing the actions of the man in her dreams. With his other hand, he laid a finger across her lips.

“Shhh,” he whispered. It was the same voice from her dream, but now it sounded terrifying instead of seductive. “Nobody has to know.”

Amanda recoiled. The gentle finger on her lips swiftly turned to a hard hand that clamped down on her mouth as he shifted his weight on top of her. She fought against him, pushing at his shoulder and trying to squirm out from beneath him.

“That’s all right. I don’t mind working for it.” MD-69 started to open his pants with his free hand.

She was powerful for a human, but all of the time spent in her home gym wasn’t enough to deter a cyborg. Amanda couldn’t shove him off of her, but she had to do something. She didn’t want to have spent the last four years programming cyborgs and end up being raped by one of them.

She relaxed her body. Her muscles fought against her, wanting to fight or run away instead of relenting. But she knew it was her only chance. She had to let him think he had won.

“There you go. You know you want it.”

Amanda lifted her hand, gently touching the side of his face and running her fingers through his hair. She looked into his eyes and smiled as she extended her hand into the air, balled it into a fist, and slammed it into the side of his head over his biochip.

The cyborg immediately curled up and rolled off of her, cradling his head in his hands. Amanda knew where her punches would cause the most damage. She hadn’t put in her years at Cyborg Sector for nothing. With a little luck, his interface had blacked out. If he could hear anything, it was probably nothing more than a high-pitched squeal.

All these facts were at the back of her mind, shoved aside by her rage and indignation. How dare he do such a thing to her? “You fucking asshole!” she screamed as she dealt a swift kick between his legs. “Do you have a robot dick? I bet you’ll feel that!”

MD-69 screeched in pain, and the rest of the squad started to wake up. They jumped to their feet, rushing to see if there was a battle. AD-214 was by her side in an instant.

“What’s wrong with him?” AD-214 asked as he studied the injured soldier. MD-69 couldn’t decide if his balls or head hurt more. He writhed in pain on the hard floor.

“The motherfucker tried to rape me!” Amanda shouted. She shook with anger and adrenaline. There was no way she would be able to go back to sleep now, and from the looks of it, the rest of the cyborgs wouldn’t either.

“I am unfamiliar with the word rape.”

Amanda looked at AD-214 in frustration. Any other time, she would be willing to explain things to him, but she didn’t have much patience for it right now. “He tried to stick his dick in me!”

“Contain him,” AD-214 ordered quietly. The other cyborgs responded quickly. Several of them started helping MD-69 to his feet, but the injured soldier angrily brushed them aside. In the end, they grabbed him by his arms and legs and carried him to the office, where they unceremoniously tossed him inside and shut the door. Two of the soldiers remained by the door to guard it.

“I’m sorry.” AD-214 turned back to Amanda after watching the show. “That never should have happened.”

“It isn’t your fault,” Amanda replied. She could hear the rain pounding against the metal roof of the warehouse, and she climbed up on a crate to look out one of the small windows. Maybe watching the rain would make her feel clean again.

“It is my fault,” the cyborg captain corrected her. “I should be able to keep my men under control, and I should have been able to keep you safe.”

Amanda shook her head. It was nice that AD-214 to want to protect her, but his line of thinking was flawed. He commanded a cyborg unit, but they were more than mindless automatons now.

“It’s my fault more than anybody’s, AD-214. I was the one that woke you up. MD-69 wouldn’t ever have thought to force himself on me if I hadn’t been reconfiguring your operating systems, facial recognition, and artificial intelligence. It isn’t his fault, or your fault, or even Dr. Feldman’s fault. It’s mine.”

She looked at him. If she didn’t personally know that he had a chip implanted in his brain, and his hand and leg were biomechanical, she could have mistaken him for a regular human. He looked human, but now he and the others were starting to act human again. Amanda would have to remember that these cyborgs were both more and less than men.