Droids Don't Cry

Droids Don't Cry

Sam Kepfield

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After the Plague Years, 21st century America was a slowly emerging from the chaos and the war that followed the virus. With millions dead, a simple solution presented itself - androids, created from human tissue and nanoengineered to be exact replicas of human beings.

But were they human?

The God Bug answered that, at least for the droids - they were human. But Man had other ideas. The God Bug infected the droids, wiped away the neural net inhibitors that kept them servile.

The Big Malf was on.

lisa was a custom-made droid, a security droid for one of the top men at American Cybernetics, Inc. To escape him, to escape the nanophages that would dissolve her, she killed him and ran.

Ray Platt was sent after her. In the empty plains of western Nebraska, he found her. Platt found himself her captive, but set about to turn the tables by playing on lisa’s one weakness - her desire to be human.

 
PUBLISHED BY: eXcessica publishing
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PUBLICATION DATE: 2009
WORD COUNT: 7918
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 5 5 5 5 5
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CATEGORIES: Science Fiction, Erotica, Romantic Fiction
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COPYRIGHT Sam Kepfield/2009
“Hey,” Platt said. “Are you gonna leave me like this?” He felt exposed and a little ridiculous.

“I like men that way,” she leered. “Exposed and at my mercy. I could get used to it.” She knelt, pulled his trousers up, buckled and zipped. The black duty belt, which held his 9mm automatic, handcuffs, radio, mace, and zap-gun, she took and threw over her shoulder. She retrieved the laser rifle from the cruiser’s hood, slung it over the other shoulder.

“How about my arms? They’re going numb.”

“Depends. You gonna be a good boy, Platt? Or are you going to give me trouble?”

“No trouble,” Platt said. She produced a key from a ring on the duty belt, undid the cuffs. Platt shook his arms, windmilled, got the blood flowing again, then buttoned his tunic.

She took down the duty belt, put her hand on the holstered 9mm, unsnapped the leather strap. “Okay, time to decide. I’m not leaving you here as a witness. The only way you live for more than ten seconds is you come with me.” She drew the automatic and leveled it between his eyes.

“Do I have a choice?”

She cocked her head. “As a matter of fact, no you don’t.” She motioned toward the door with the automatic. Platt shrugged, walked to the barn door, pushed it aside, and walked into the barnyard, towards his cruiser. The sun was still low in the eastern sky, so he’d been out an hour at most. The December day was warm, even for Nebraska, and the sun heated his face…

 
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