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I-Toys

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; ; © 2000 William Lee

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Chapter X

; ; My hands were sweating again as I floated up the half-lit ; shaft--watching Gurney's feet and five other pairs a hundred feet ; above me.

; ; The ultra-attractive blonde hadn't been alone. There had been three ; more of her--I mean exact copies--waiting for the first to saunter ; down the accessway with the dark-haired girl.

; ; "Kinky!" Is all the dark-haired girl had said as she'd been pushed ; inside what was probably her own quarters and the blondes followed her ; in.

; ; "What do we do?" Gurney had whispered to me as we lightly crouched in ; a side alcove.

; ; "Nothing," I had said, "there's nothing we can do. We have bigger fish ; to fry and we'll get fucking caught. Want to suck your own cock?"

; ; Gurney was streetsmart. He knew not to argue.

; ; So, instead, he bounded down the curved hallway and hit the door's ; entry chime.

; ; I pushed my back against the hard alcove surface, cursed him silently, ; and listened intently.

; ; "Can I come in?" He said. I could imagine him rubbing his cock through ; his shorts to show his true interest.

; ; A sultry, syrupy voice replied, "Sure."

; ; And the door closed and the hallway was silent except for the sound of ; filtered air hissing into the space through unseen ductwork.

; ; I just didn't know what to do--I'll admit it, I froze. Stark fear ; bleeding through my brain and into my body with paralyzing juice--like ; I'd been Neuroned.

; ; In the back of my mind I briefly wondered if Gurney was so much of a ; pussy-hound that he'd effectively sell his soul for the fuck of his ; life. Fuck the girl--he wanted fucked. It would fit his ; profile--always looking to build better Stim, augmentation so he could ; stay hard longer and come violently, animal nature and all that shit.

; ; But he wasn't stupid, so I figured he must've had a plan.

; ; He didn't have a plan, I knew, when the door to the girl's quarters ; slid open and the blondes escorted Gurney and the girl out and they ; walked between them away, down the hall.

; ; "Just follow me, Gurney," one of the blondes said--simultaneously with ; another blonde saying sweetly, "Just come with me, Diane."

; ; So they didn't use the I-toy--the blondes had Neuroned the pair ; instead. There was hope, it seemed, but not really. Just a delay in ; the action.

; ; So now we were floating upward together and my hands were sweating--I ; had remained unseen although I was completely exposed. Being merged ; with an I-toy, it seemed, didn't raise your perception of external ; events. But maybe those protocols just hadn't been loaded yet.

; ; All six people came to halt in the dimly lit shaft and a moment passed ; while they waited. I closed in a bit--but not much. I wished I had my ; StealthSuit and sweated, imagining its closeness on my skin.

; ; The heavy airlock door pivoted back and in and the entourage moved ; inside. Moving quickly, I followed, careful not to get my legs removed ; below the knee by the closing door. That would completely ruin my ; already ruined chances of success.

; ; They had moved into a much larger space, a stories-tall cylinder with ; many doors set in its inner surface, still zero-gee. One of the tens ; of doors slid upward and the group floated inside.

; ; Nobody else was in the cylinder--and I hadn't seen any security.

; ; I moved upward to the unmarked door where they'd taken Gurney and the ; girl.

; ; It wouldn't open.

; ; I felt like the jaws of some twisted animal were closing on me.

; ; I was up to my ass in its spit.

; ; But there wasn't time to contemplate how fucked I was--not ; yet--because a shadow hit me from below, knocking my body off balance ; and to the top of the cylinder, against a closed airlock door.

; ; This was it. Dead and not Meat: What a final fucking relief.

; ; "Go inside," the shadow said in a sultry voice--its shapely feminine ; curves clearly visible in the bright light of the cylinder.

; ; "Fuck you," I said, shaken and brave with the strength of the ; already-croaked.

; ; "Please," it said, "go through." As the airlock behind me slid ; open--and the shadow with a female form pushed me through into ; darkness--I swore that I'd remember my full name whether I was made ; into a corpse or into Meat.

; ; End of Part 10 ; [1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11 ; 12 ; 13] ; ;


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