Yes,fuck.
The pleasure centers in my core were now directly connected to my fingers. It was almost as if I felt her direct touch, and I pushed them as deep as they could go. She moaned, her body undulating, and I redirected more power into those sensors, yes, it was almost like pushing my very core inside her body.
I thrust a few more times, building power. My core exploded with spasming bliss, and I knew I was light and thrum inside, mindless ecstasy. My body locked like it did last time, and good, or I would have crushed her with my weight.
“Did you just come from fingering me?” she gasped, snorting weakly. “Oh, Dean.”
I lay down on my side, keeping my fingers in her still. I felt light and glorious from the reboot, and eager for more. When she stirred, causing my fingers to slide halfway out, my pleasure sensors flared up. I thrust in deeper and laid my thumb on her clit. It made her jolt.
“Don’t move or I’ll make you come again.”
She sighed, turning her head to look at me. She looked hazy and soft, the tension gone from the skin around her eyes, her forehead. We watched each other for a while, connected through the most intimate points of sensation. We fit—almost. My fingers weren’t quite right for this part of her, but now I knew what to look for and how to attach it so we could both have more orgasms.
“You’re bossy,” she said with a slow smile.
“Is that what it’s called? I’d say I’m good at communicating my needs.”
It was aBro Signalcatchphrase. Communicating your needs to your partner was of the utmost importance. I had a fleeting thought that it was weird how little significance was placed on fulfilling one’s partner’s needs in comparison, but Sera stretched, dislodging my fingers, and I got distracted.
“Hey, I need to stay inside,” I protested, slicking them back in. “It’s the best feeling in the world. Do you want to go again?”
She smiled and put her hand on my cheek, stroking it. I redirected core power to my face, recording that touch. Oh, it felt good. She felt good, all of her. Could we stay here forever, just touching each other? I had enough money for at least a few weeks of this. She could take on the villains later. Or in another life.
Sera opened her mouth to answer when an insistent beeping sound came from the dresser.The collar!
I was out of bed and collared like a good bot within 0.7 seconds. The beeping stopped, and I ran a quick program, convincing the collar it had never been taken off. So the hard limit seemed to be twenty-one minutes. That’s how long it could stay off without alerting anyone.
I came back to bed feeling a kind of uncertain heaviness. The collar made things different, though I couldn’t exactly say how. Maybe because it didn’t let me feel everything. Touching Sera was filled with the acceptable lust, yes, but there were other things, even more pleasurable, that the collar would surely object to.
Sera sat up, covering her lap with a blanket, and watched me with sudden alertness. Ah, yes. This was the moment when she would say it was all a mistake, right? Her post-orgasmic clarity. No matter. I still had the memories.
“I know how to get inside,” she said, her eyes wide with excitement. “Do you know how Zenkyoza always reclaim their faulty robots, ostensibly to learn from their mistakes so they won’t repeat them? Our car was taken that way. Then when the insurance company wanted to examine it, it turned out it was destroyed. It’s a pattern. I wrote an article about it.”
She got out of bed and dressed. I still wasn’t sure what she meant, but maybe it was because my circuits were too busy writing mathematical equations to describe the perfect curve of her ass.
“How does that help us?”
“Don’t you see?” She pulled on a pair of cute purple panties. “All we have to do is build a Trojan horse! A faulty bot that will wreak enough havoc to be dealt with at the highest clearance level,right where their computers and servers are. We’ll equip it with a program or device that will copy whatever it finds and send it to us! We won’t even have to step foot inside the building!”
I ran a quick search, confirming that egregiously faulty bots were indeed taken to be studied and then destroyed at the research center, on one of the middle floors of the Zenkyoza HQ. I ran scenarios in my head, estimating the likelihood of success.
“It has a sixty-three percent chance of working,” I said. “And an only sixteen percent chance of you dying. It’s a good plan.”
“Sixteen percent?” She raised her eyebrow. “Come on, that plan is fool proof and super safe! What could possibly kill me?”
“An electrocution while assembling the bot, or it could attack us if we program it wrong. You could still be arrested or assassinated on Zenkyoza’s orders. It factors into my estimation.”
“Well, all right,” she conceded. “But how will we get a bot that we can hack before it sets off any alarms? Those things come with multiple safeguards against tampering.”
It was my time to shine. “I know just the place.”
When I researched the tanuki, I learned that their self-governed area included an enormous landfill just outside Neo Tokyo. The landfill was mostly filled with obsolete and discarded tech, and the tanuki sorted through it and recycled what they could—which largely irritated Zenkyoza. Sales of new models dropped if one could get a refurbished, cheaper one.
Zenkyoza lobbied for a law that forbade selling the recycled models, citing safety concerns. It hadn’t passed yet, but from what I learned, it was only a matter of time.
The tanuki would likely be amenable to supporting our cause. After all, the new law would destroy their livelihood.
I laid all the details out for Sera the next morning while she donned her disguise for going outside: a hat to hide her hair under, a pair of large sunglasses, and a loose shirt that masked her body shape. I didn’t have to change my appearance. The default VerdeLumen cyborg look gave me anonymity. The only thing that distinguished me from others was the backpack with Sera’s clothes and toiletries I carried.
