[Microbots are exceptionally useful, Cyph. Very versatile. Frankly, if I had control of the entire planet, I would assign them to handle daily infrastructure and cleaning on a global scale, from collection through recycling. I could assemble a moving humanoid body for myself as well. Though I should warn you, it would not be easy on the human eyes.]
Cypher chuckled, enjoying listening to Atlas seeming excited to talk about those little bots.
[I'm not rely building you a basent. I am constructing an entire multi-level manufacturing complex. Vast, empty halls included. The tunnel into Milk Farm is complete. I'm routing all construction supplies through it, disguised as renovation materials for the farm itself. I intend to expand downward as far as necessary until we reach the reservoir's lowest level.
[In ti, we'll establish underwater extensions, using the water above as a natural disguise. I anticipate we will soon be mass manufacturing a considerable volu of goods.]
"Yeah, but we're still sitting ducks out here. My shack's out in the open, no cover, no nothing. Folks can co, shoot , and go whenever they feel like it. Might be ti to put up so tall walls. How's that deal coming along for the reservoir and the dam?"
[We are nearly finished. I have instructed Zohara to leverage the compromising materials I obtained on certain council mbers to ensure it passes. In a few days, you may need to et with a group of City Council mbers.]
"Aweso," he muttered, finishing his work on the replicator. "By the way, I had an idea. Might be ti we built so full-sized leapers. Slap DL-18 blasters on them and keep them buried underground, chilling, until sothing goes sideways. Then boom, they pop up and start blasting.
"I've got a weird feeling the Wraiths are gonna pull sothing. Also, when we put walls around this shack, we should pack them with microbots. Whole swarms. If we get hit too hard, they co pouring out and just… wreak havoc."
Cypher put the disassembled replicator in a locked cupboard, then used so water to tidy his hair and put on so cologne to seem more presentable. He'd been working on the Replicator for too many hours.
[That is an interesting idea. I could engineer specialized microbots, optimized for offensive deploynt. Miniature explosives, perhaps. A coordinated swarm would be sufficient to erase our enemies entirely. Still, that ambition can wait. Ms. Stout is approaching now, just turning from the taxi terminal. One more matter. T-Bug has made several attempts to contact you.]
"Ignore her. I ain't got ti to teach her netrunning, no matter how damn fine I think her ass is. Shoot her an invite to the club, though," Cypher said, digging through so dusty storage boxes. "Now, where the hell are those glowsticks Judy left?"
[On your right, third drawer.]
"Found it! Damn, Atlas, what would I do without you? You're like the perfect housewife or… ugh. Why'd I just picture your old-ass avatar wearing a nude apron? Fuck my ssed-up head."
[I suggest you refrain from imagining that. It disturbs , though I cannot fully explain why. It stands in opposition to my derived masculine nature. I love you, Cypher, but not that way.]
"Hold up... did an AI just turn down?"
[It was never a matter of question, I believe.]
"Still makes sad, though. Uh… shit, why am I picturing myself making out with Morgan Freeman? That ain't right. Ugh, he's going in with tongue and everything. Stop it!"
[Cypher, I suggest you stop uttering what you are thinking.]
"And live in this hell of a brain alone? Fuck no. You're in for the bumpy ride, my friend. Now, focus, she's here."
Cypher walked out of his ho, a few glowsticks in one hand, and one lit glowstick in his other hand. He watched as the heavily armored Emperor 620 Ragnar slowed down in his driveway. It was the sa model Militech used, but it had no Militech markings.
Even as the hum of the engine stopped, the headlights didn't go off. He appreciated it since the damn glowsticks didn't do a lot. Finally, the driver's side door opened, and redith Stout appeared.
That walk. She sure knows how to be eyecandy.
It was the sa old Militech uniform, knee-length tight skirt, noticeably wide hips, narrow waist, full-sleeved Militech jacket, and armor. The difference, however, was that redith lacked the usual, intense walk of a confident Militech agent.
She didn't fold her arms. She didn't puff out her chest. She walked almost sheepishly. But it was visible how hard she was trying to look confident.
"Omnissiah."
What's with her obsession with that? She's that scared?
"I'd have invited you in if soone hadn't blown the grid doing god knows what," Cypher muttered and gestured for her to walk with him towards the dock over the lake. "What brings your pretty face all the way out of the city? These parts ain't safe, Missy."
He chuckled at her huff and stopped by the edge of the dock.
The lake was dark, but the moon was bright that night. He finally turned to her and threw a few red glowsticks around since the car's headlights weren't aid directly at them.
"The new batteries you released... They've caught my superior's eye. They hope to lock in an exclusive contract with you. I know you won't bite, but it's my duty to lay it out. Director Goldstein wants to et you personally."
Cypher nodded, focusing on her face. Then he suddenly took a step closer, then two, then removed all the space between them as she grew stiff. His left arm slid to her waist and curled to the back, locking her flat against his chest.
He could feel her chest pressed against him; her heartbeat was intense. He stared down at her ripe face. "Is that it?"
Cypher noticed her gulp and squeezed that arm harder, pushing her into himself. As each second passed, his hand slid lower, from the middle of her back to the rising slope of her hips. But he never went all-in.
"I… don't know what you're talking about."
"Really?" Cypher leaned in more, bringing his face closer to her. He could feel her breath, the warmth of her body. "Don't worry, no one can hear us. You can share your deepest, darkest secrets if you want. I swear, I ain't no demon of the crossroads."
Click!
Suddenly, he pulled away from her, but at the sa ti, he snatched her pistol from her hip. "Standard issue? You take care of this piece, it seems."
He turned away from redith and aid for a distance. He flicked the gun, never shooting, however.
"I… Mr. Blackwell… Sir. How much of a risk am I running if I agree to this?" redith asked.
Cypher turned back to her and aid the gun at her face. "Risk? C'mon, don't we already got targets painted on us? But I guess you're asking if you'll wake up dumped in the ocean soday. Relax, that ain't happening. Even if things go sideways, I've got ways to pull you out. Buy you ti, let you grab your stuff, and disappear."
He got closer to her, walked around to her back, and then suddenly tapped the muzzle of the gun to her nape.
"Only way you're dying is if you screw over. And you already know that, right? Kinda cos with the territory of what I'm asking. I'll set up a nice, easy little ladder for you, soft, and you just climb while I enjoy the view from below."
Cypher then placed the gun back in her holster and pressed himself into her back, feeling her plush, round ass mold against his erection and pelvis. He put both his hands on her shoulders, giving her a massage, while his face leaned down beside her ear.
"What do you say, CEO of Militech?"
He made sure she felt his erection. While he was no longer an absolute horndog, he was pretty clear about his intentions with redith. Heck, he knew she was no stranger to sex if it was about climbing the ladder. So, he fully intended to make use of her in every way possible. Besides, she was gorgeous, and maybe he had a thing for won like her.
Still, he wasn't one to force soone. He left the choice to her.
"I... All I have to do is... be yours... That's what you said," redith said, her voice stiff and careful, like she was talking to soone who could end her with a word. "What did you an by that?"
"By that, I ant." Cypher shoved his hips into her, pressing his full erection against her ass. Then his hands moved from her shoulders and traced fingers on her temples, face, and touched her lips. Then, he gripped her neck in a full grasp before sliding down. No groping, he just slid his palms over her appetizing breasts, then her belly, and finally scraped over her thighs before parting and touching her sides.
"You're gonna be mine. Your thoughts, your voice, and… your body. Not like so puppet, relax. More like soone riding the sa wavelength as ." He smirked, his palms pressed against her belly.
"This city's filthy. The whole world's worse. It's shit, isn't it? Needs cleaning bad, doesn't it? Maybe it's ti the real USA returned."
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