(Continued from part 2
Heather's car carried the two of them to John's selected destination. He turned up the window tint, not wanting to expose the sweat-soaked woman in exercise clothes writhing in the back seat.
He told himself he shouldn't even be doing this. He should
be trying to find a way to escape.It would be nice if there was someone to escape
But everyone... everyone he had ever known was just a thing
, constructed solely for him in some sick... whatever this was.Even Jessica?
"We're here," Heather moaned, and he realized the car was no longer moving. "C-c-come back here, I need-"
"Just wait here," he said, doubting the robot could even work the doors in her current state. What had happened to that Enforcer? Was she just on the ground by the gate... writhing?
He stepped into the corner market and turned down the aisle to avoid passing too close to the brown-haired clerk behind the counter, chewing gum and flipping through a magazine. As he passed by the numerous products on the shelves, most of which he never used, he wondered why they were there. He was the only one here who needed food, or who could be expected to have a hobby. Or did these robots lead 'lives' that required magazines for crochet-enthusiasts, biscuits, plungers and laundry detergent, dish soap and aspirin?
He looked at the selection of condoms, again wondering what the purpose was. Diseases was a thing of the past, and humans could no longer conceive - at least, so he had been taught. Did he have actual parents? Or was it true that he had been created at the Clinic, along with the other children? Except they hadn't been human...
"You finding everything alright?" the girl from the counter asked from behind him, watching him curiously from about three feet away
He jumped back from her. "Just fine, thanks!"
It was too late. The buttons on her dress shirt rose as her bust inflated, her green eyes blinking in confusion, then flirtation. "If you need a product demonstration or anything-"
"I know you're a robot," he said simply, and she went catatonic.
"Failure in Critical Task: Conceal true nature..." she began as he took her under her arms and dragged her toward a door in the back. Opening it, he pushed her through and shut it behind her. He grabbed a cooler and, straining, shoved it in front of the door.
"Hey, c-c-c'mon!" she called from the other side, pounding on the door. "Where's the fun in this?"
"This is better for you, trust me," he answered. He realized he could've just as easily kissed her and waited for her to collapse into a smoking heap. That would probably been the safer route to take.So why didn't you?
He grabbed the condoms and left quickly, discovering Heather had recovered enough to get out of the car.
"Th-th-there you are!" she purred jogging up to him, her breasts jostling under her straining sports-top. He caught her by the waist and escorted her back to the car, avoiding her seeking lips. She tumbled once more into the back seat, and this time he followed her, closing the door behind him. "Car - Can you... just drive us around?"
The car understood the request, and pulled into the street.
"Recline the back seat, too," he added, as she grasped for him. The seat flattened into a serviceable bed, and Heather lay back, pulling him toward her. As she tried again to kiss him, he saw this could be a problem - he rolled her over on her stomach and straddled her hips.
"Ohhh," she cooed, pressing her inflated ass against his fully erect manhood. As he tore open the box, she kicked off her sneakers and rolled down her capri tights, snapping the elastic of her black thong invitingly. He pulled off his pants and rolled the condom over his cock while she protested the delay.
"Why d-d-do we need that?" she moaned, tugging on her thong.
"Your own protection," he assured her, hoping it would work.
Yanking off her thong, he pushed into her and she gave a high-pitched squeal. He rode her roughly as she bucked and groaned, her full backside cushioning his thrusts amidst her panting gasps. He gave her wet ass a slap and she hoisted him upward with a sudden and surprisingly strong push from her trembling hips, pressing him against the roof of the car while emitting a series of sharp cries between breaths. He came suddenly while her arms and legs quivered before collapsed beneath him, breathless.
He laid on top of her panting form, waiting. No smoke. She offered an occasional wiggle of her hips before finally suggesting, "You seem like you could go another round..."
"Heather?" he asked.
"Yeah?" turning her head.
"You work for the Company, right?"
"Doing what, exactly?"
"Gathering data," she slid out from him and turned herself over, a look of slight concern on her face.
He could barely get the words out. "Data on what?"
"The other communities... Error." she blinked a few times, cocked her head - and suddenly wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly, calling out, "Car, take us to my office. Contact Min-mmmmfff!"
He kissed her while she stared at him in stunned surprise. When their lips parted, she regarded him with half-lidded eyes. "Seduction is not going to work a ssssecond t-t-time."
"Not what I was counting on," John replied. Smoke began to rise from her lips as she looked at him in confusion.
"What-t-t... what did you d-d-do?" she exclaimed, Her grip loosened and he dove over the front seat, halting the car's progress.
She attempted to follow but fell backwards, stuttering, "Error in Communit-t-ty I am huuuuuman!" She pulled off her sports top, her large breasts bouncing loose as smokes streamed from her nipples. "You llllike mmmy b-b-breasts, d-d-don't you Rrrressssident-dent? C-c-come here annnd ERRR-AHHH!" She fondled her smoking tits until another spasm shook her. "Ret-t-tractionnnnn I was lying J-J-J-ohn, only one C-c-communit-t-tyyyy weeeee are humannnn you mmmussst-t-t Ohhh! m-m-mmmyyy t-t-tits arrre... are... ARE.... AHHH!!!" An electrical sizzling followed by a series of sharp pops ended her vocalizations as sparks shot from her mouth. Bright lights flickered beneath her skin along her throat and breasts, and then guttered out. She sagged into the flattened seat, a burnt plastic smell filling the cabin.
John reset the car's destination, hoping that he was right about who Jessica really was as his mind turned over the robot's words. Other Communities - did that mean other humans? And who or what was behind it all?
The Containment Agent studied her tracker again, still no sign of the Resident's activities. The first she time she had encountered this situation, the Resident had been easy to find; she just followed a trail of smouldering gynoids to find him copulating with one on the hood of her car in the middle of the street. During the second incident, the Resident had only one sexual encounter with a co-worker-role android before attempting to flee through the gate, where she was easily apprehended.
This one's patterns were less discernible. She had expected him to return to the gate, but he had evidently gone into hiding after... an alert on the tracker caught her attention and she looked to see there was an infected gynoid within a convenience store near his office. Why had she not been alerted at the time of transmission? She sped off in the direction of the store, trusting the gate could no longer be opened without her direct intervention.
At the store, there was no immediate sign of the Resident, only a lone background-role gynoid going through the motions of shopping - she openly stared when the Agent entered the store and scanned her for signs of infection. "Leave," the Agent commanded when the scan returned clean - the gynoid hurried out the door.
The Agent pushed aside the cooler blocking the door in the back, uncertain why the Resident would go through such an effort, when the door flung open and the sweat-drenched shop clerk, wearing only her socks and a camisole fell upon her. The clerk locked her in a surprisingly passionate embrace, the clerk's enlarged breasts pressing against the feminine but rigid contours of her own body. The Agent reacted by driving a metallic fist clean through the clerk's abdomen, shrapnel from the shattering internal machinery pelting the walls and floor.
The clerk staggered backwards with a look of shock in her light green eyes. She slammed into the wall, her virus-enhanced voluptuous body trembling as electricity coursed over her, her teeth clenched inside her pink lips. Her eyelids half-closed as she stumbled lazily forward, the gaping hole in her side still sparking.
"Failure in task..." she said dreamily, "P-p-preserve selllffff...."
The Agent ran a self-diagnostic, hoping the exposure to the infected gynoid didn't mean... the test chimed 'positive' for infection.
Dozens of predictions on her future fate played out in her head, none of them pleasant. She refocused - her software and hardware were different enough from the Inhabitants of the Community that she may not suffer the same effects, or if she did, perhaps not to the same extent. And as long as she could still function, she would perform her duty.
The shop clerk slumped, eyelids shutting slowly as she whispered, "C-c-come here and kisss<zzzzt>
This Resident had set this trap for her; what else might she expect? At this point, though, she was already infected - there wasn't anything left he could do to her. She scanned through his past associations, finding a consort-role gynoid that showed up time and again throughout his life. Checking her location on the tracker, she saw the gynoid was at her residence... and infected!
Resolving to later determine why she was not receiving alerts on these events, she made her way to Jessica's apartment.
(Continued in part 4