Chapter Sixteen

After Amanda had refused to go to Dr. Feldman’s apartment, he sent her to a military hospital that resided on the same compound as the headquarters of Cyborg Sector. He thought she needed additional protection since she had been in the public eye over the last week. Amanda was only allowed to leave the hospital when she was under the watch of a heavily-armed escort and only when she was going to appointments requested by the media.

Right now, Cyborg Sector needed her.

The young scientist had been checked over by all the leading doctors in the military hospital. They had scanned her with all the machines they had on hand, drawn numerous vials of blood, and tested her memory. Amanda knew they didn’t find anything wrong with her, but they didn’t share the results of the examinations with her.

Instead, she was forced to remain living in the hospital as though she were an invalid. Her room was private and located several floors up. Everything in it was white: walls, floors, curtains, sheets, and even the hospital gown she was forced to wear all the time. She was only allowed to wear regular clothes when she had an interview with the press.

Amanda had asked for her phone multiple times. She knew it was in the top drawer of her desk at Cyborg Sector. The hospital staff claimed they couldn’t find it, but she knew better. Someone had confiscated it. There wasn’t anything compromising on the device, but she felt better with it in her possession. A nurse had brought her a few books for entertainment, but she wasn’t allowed to watch television. She spent most of her time staring out the window at the city, wondering where AD-214 and the rest of Blue Squad were, and if she would ever be lucky enough to leave.

Unfortunately, it seemed like her stay would never end. A never-ending string of military and government officials always wanted to speak with her. She was quite a popular person for someone who spent their days and nights alone in a hospital room. Commanders, generals, and even a representative for the President visited her. They all asked the same questions but expected different answers, and it made her head spin. The news reporters weren’t allowed in the hospital, but when she spoke with them, she was able to get out of the little white room momentarily.

Dr. Gold had come to sit with her for an afternoon after they had decided it was safe for Amanda to interact with him. She almost didn’t recognize him without his lab coat or ever-present computer tablet. “I’m here as a friend, Amanda,” he said as he settled down into the chair next to her bed. “I was worried about you when you vanished.” He ran a nervous hand through his curly gray beard.

“Dr. Gold, you wouldn’t believe what I’ve seen,” she said, adjusting herself in the uncomfortable hospital bed to see her co-worker better. “I know the operations required to become a cyborg are irreversible, but something has happened to their minds. I think the cyborgs are starting to think like humans again.”

The older man looked at her skeptically. “Are you sure? According to our research, something like that should be impossible.”

Amanda nodded. “I know what’s supposed to happen, but they remember things from their past that they shouldn’t. I told Dr. Feldman about my theory when they separated me from Blue Squad.”

Dr. Gold’s face darkened slightly at the mention of the other man. “I think Dr. Feldman is only looking out for his interests right now, Amanda.” He looked around as though he were afraid someone would jump out from behind the curtains and attack him for saying such a thing out loud.

“Why?” Amanda had concerns about the man as well. He had quickly changed from wanting to slaughter Blue Squad to ordering them brought back to headquarters.

“First of all, he hasn’t shared this information with me. If the cyborgs recall memories, the head psychiatrist ought to be involved. Instead, he spends every second holed up in his office not talking to anyone. He’s also limited everyone’s access to Cyborg Sector.” Dr. Gold shifted in the hard plastic chair.

“It’s not as if the public has ever had access to Cyborg Sector. Is it possible to make it more restrictive?”

Dr. Gold shook his gray head. “I don’t mean like that. Most of the scientists have been asked to go home on paid leave. Dr. Feldman gave some excuses, of course. He said there wasn’t as much work right now, and they had to wait to get the Blue Squad situation under control. You and I both know that there is more work to do now than ever before. Completely excluding the fact that Blue Squad’s minds are reverting, they went rogue. That fact alone is cause for alarm and constant monitoring for all cyborgs.”

“That’s true.”

“They shouldn’t be holding you like this,” Dr. Gold continued. “You were only missing for one day, and it’s clear to me that you haven’t suffered any damage. You’re a prisoner, Amanda. They’re covering it up by treating you like a patient.”

Amanda took the opportunity to look at her situation in a new light. Dr. Feldman was upset with her, and probably for more than a punch in his eye. There were guards stationed outside the door to her room as well as other critical points in the building. She had asked them numerous times to stand down, but they always gave her a different excuse.

“I think you’re right. It sounds like it’s time I got out of here.” Amanda thought she could take down the guards at the door. They weren’t cyborgs, at least, and she had a lot of recent experience swinging things at people’s heads. She’d have to be quick if she wanted to escape the building before the rest of the security team could respond.

“No,” Dr. Gold whispered quickly. “It will only make things worse. If you run away, there’s no guarantee they won’t send the clones after you and shoot you down like they did to Blue Squad.” He sighed. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“That’s all right. I’ll have to bide my time and find some other way to leave.”

Amanda lay awake in bed that night, running through various schemes in her mind. She wished she had the same military strategy information that AD-214 did. He would know what she needed to do.

Unwillingly, she lost herself in a fantasy in which the cyborg captain came to rescue her. She imagined AD-214 quickly cutting down the human guards at the hospital before he burst into her room. The cyborg would scoop her up in his strong arms and carry her out ceremoniously. Nobody would try to stop them because to oppose the cyborg would be like asking for a death sentence.

With the door shut and the lights off, Amanda slipped a hand under her hospital gown. There hadn’t been time to think about sex lately, but right now she had all the time in the world. She stroked her soft folds, nipples instantly becoming hard in the cold room as she continued her daydream.

She thought about AD-214 taking her someplace safe, far away from any cyborg clones, the military, or other scientists. He laid her in a soft bed lined with satin sheets. The smooth fabric felt luxurious against her bare skin as the hospital gown fell into a heap on the floor. The cyborg pressed his lips against hers, gently at first, then slowly becoming more insistent. His tongue flicked into her mouth, running over her teeth, dancing against her own tongue.

Amanda knew in reality that there was no safe place for the two of them, but reality had no place in her dreams. She knew that somewhere in the cyborg’s soul he remembered what sex was and how fucking a woman felt. Amanda rolled him over on the bed to climb on top of him, looking down into his handsome face. She ran her hands through his dark hair and down the back of his neck, feeling his shoulders and sliding down over his chest and stomach. Her hands wrapped around his hard cock, stroking and encouraging him.

Sliding down on the satin sheets, Amanda pressed her breasts down on AD-214’s crotch so that his erection burst through her cleavage. The sensation made her quiver inside. Amanda slid down farther and slowly took his cock into her mouth. His skin was soft and hot as she ran her tongue down his shaft, sucking and pulling with her lips.

The cyborg moaned with pleasure on the pillow as he rocked his hips to jam himself further into her mouth. Reaching down with his hands, he began to massage her breasts gently.

A pulse of excitement shot through Amanda’s body as she realized the cyborg was as turned on as she was. Keeping a steady rhythm on his cock with her mouth, she reached back to touch herself. She knew her body well, having spent plenty of time with it in the shower. This time, she didn’t have to spend time working herself up. She was already halfway there. Slow, hard taps against her center of pleasure made her moan around the cock in her mouth. Her inner walls began to quiver, but she didn’t want to come alone.

Pulling herself up onto her hands, Amanda impaled herself on AD-214, shoving him as far up inside of her as she could. She rode him hard, breasts smacking against the side of his face, hands clutching the sheets behind him.

The cyborg grabbed her ass, strong fingers digging deep into her flesh as they moved together, their pleasure mounting simultaneously. Amanda’s core consumed him, pulling him deeper inside as she came. She could feel the heat of his hot seed as he pumped it into her.

Suddenly Amanda was back in her hospital room with her fingers wet inside her. It wasn’t fair to have to come back to this after such an incredible fantasy. Now she was having visions of her own, just like the cyborgs. It embarrassed her that she thought of him that way, but she had lied to the anchorwoman who had sat her down for an interview. She did love him. And she knew from her experience at the warehouse that the cyborgs were perfectly capable of tapping into human urges and needs. Amanda would get him back, and she would help him realize his full capabilities.

First, she was going to have to reveal her knowledge about the cyborgs to the rest of the world. Blue Squad would never be allowed to live in safety until both Cyborg Sector and the world understood they were not merely robots.

When she looked at her computer, she realized she wouldn’t have to wait long to put her plan into motion. There was a message waiting for her from Robin Goodwright, requesting another interview.