This is 2nd chapter, named «Unexpected meeting». NO SEX here, just some passionate kissing. Many fights with fatal ending. Vampires, demons, extraterrestrials, spaceflights, some conspirological theories? human teenage girl turning into a cyborg with FMG in same time.
For five days now, Sylvie felt unwell. It turns out to promise your family to keep their mouth shut is much easier than keeping a promise! Moreover, he had to lie to his best friend, as well as to his constant rival, Jackie, an opponent in fights and an ally in brawls. Over the past two days, the conscience, however, a little calmed down, but only because Jackie went missing somewhere. Maybe she got sick, although how could the "other" with her typically iron health get sick?
No one could have said that the couple had known each other since childhood, they were so unlike: short and slender, but wiry and strong Sylvie and tall, massive, as if yesterday came from some ranch Jackie. But however it was, the girls knew each other, and only newcomers or others deceived endless jokes and teasing, sometimes comes to fights. As soon as there was a need for Sylvie and Jackie were taken to work harmoniously in pairs and their opponents or opponents had a hard time.
So Sylvie suffered. She always wanted to be as big as Jackie or even the Russian from the next school – Anya Toptygina. And how the Russians live with such names – you can break your tongue! And after, that with it, with Sylvie, happened suffering only added: she was larger and stronger than Jackie, she really wanted to brag, but it was impossible to do it, because she promised not to do it.
So there were two exits for her emotions: one traditional – a gym, and the second – hunting, where Sylvie enjoyed, bringing terror to bandits and vampires. There was, however, a chance to run into another local legend – "This shaven-headed bitch": famous for its cruelty and bloodlust "other"-illegal, but Sylvie was inclined to consider all the stories about the bald monster just urban legends.
However, there were problems with the gym: home equipment was not enough to find out what loads her second body is capable of, so she had to take her mother to the den. Sylvie was worried about how she would take the “strange” door, but Annie Dubois (nee Latour) grew up in a small town lost in Louisiana, there were a lot of things in her life that she didn’t tell her children about, so neither the enchanted door nor that the fact that her beloved Sylvie now looked like a natural demoness, and even less the reality of vampires, didn’t bother her at all. In addition, Dubois the elder, finding out where that gym is located, showed his girls a shorter way. It turned out that that night, Sylvie, just like Brother Rabbit in an old fairy tale, went home "the tenth road."
- Well, Mom, this all happened here, said Sylvie.
- Oh, I'm sorry, she added, trying to block dried-up corpse hanging from a pin with her broad back.
But Anni Dubois was not so easy to confuse:
- OK! She pushed back her daughter, who had grown in size (so as not to embarrass her mother, she pulled on a picked-up T-shirt with a skull and lightning and old father's shorts, they were too big for him, and her daughters in her new shape were just right), which means that is there the culprit of all the commotion?
- He is! He broke in, called me a dinner, well, and I ... here Sylvie's eyes fell on the window - the glass was in place, as if no one had broken into it.
- What a mess you have here! Annie frowned - go throw THIS away and put the equipment in its places, and I'll clean it up. Don’t go for a long time - you still won’t get away from cleaning. And remind me to alter your shorts!
- But why alter them? Sylvie was genuinely surprised: from her point of view, they perfectly fit her hips, not too cramped and not too spacious, just ... right!
- They will fall off of you and look - your tail interferes. And do not mind, it will only get better, she winked at her daughter.
“Eh, turn it all over a couple of decades ago,” Annie thought. But, what has been done is done, now she has a friendly and loving family, husband and children, and this is also great!
Sylvie tried to remove the dried remains from the pin, but the cursed undead spoiled her next one time: the dry corpse fell to pieces.
- Take the trash bag in my bag. Annie reacted immediately. Throw away the junk from the lockers and this stupid rag from the mirror.
- OK, Mom, said the young demoness.
She took the bag, put the remains in it, followed by a rag and all the little things from the lockers in the locker room.
- What is it?! Annie said when she saw the posters.
- Maam! No need to rip them off, said Sylvie. They helped me make the right decision.
- Okay, said the elder Dubois, but I’ll remove all this pornography! She said looking at the inner surfaces of the locker doors, pasted over with portraits of pornstars of all sexes in full readiness.
- Clean up all this, I'm coolerrr!! Sylvie growled, sincerely confident in her steepness and irresistibility.
- Do not start! Cooled her Annie, you still have time to get tired!
- RRRR! The demoness responded.
- Don't growl at your mother! Dubois Sr. frowned mockingly.
- And I'm not at you, I'm just growling!
- Especially not growl!
- Yes, mom! Sylvie dropped her eyes. And her mother could not stand it and laughed: so funny looked a huge demoness six-and-a-half feet tall, seemingly consisting of bumping under the skin muscles, wearing a mask of ostentatious embarrassment.
Annie shook her head and continued cleaning. And then it was Sylvie's turn to be surprised: she got used to the fact that everything shines at home with purity and even helped her mother, but then for the first time she saw her mother holding her hand over a glued picture and it fell off the door. She stood staring, when Annie, feeling her surprise, turned and winked at her:
- What, did not expect?
- N-n-no ... It seems you didn’t tell me everything about yourself.
- Not all!
- And when will you tell?
- When you grow up!
- But perhaps ... And six-and-a-half feet tall demoness led her mighty shoulders.
- Sylvie! No need to seem dumber than you really are! Yours size and power - not the main thing.
- I see! Sylvie hung her nose.
- Don’t be sad when I decide it’s time, I’ll tell you everything! I promise! I will be able to surprise you, believe me!
Behind these conversations, the mother and daughter reached the big mirror. It reflected a massive demoness and a fragile, against her background young woman.
- You surprise all around you, mom! No one can say you have two grown-up children: me and Jean-Jacques!
- Who's going to make me a grandmother..
- Does Marie know?
- If I hadn’t ... Annie stumbled here, picking up a word ... talked with her, I would have been a grandmother for a long time! And more than once!
- But I didn’t know that there were such passions!
- No wonder: you're always taking your Jackie to the gym! Now fight, then put up ...
- No, Mom, why is she lying?
- OK, she exaggreated a bit! But you see - she will seduce him, I know for myself!
- And you, too ...
- Of course! Annie was embarrassed. After all, I too was young!
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So for chatter about nothing, Sylvie did not notice how her den was shining with purity.
- Now let's see what you are capable of. You can’t do much here - there is no treadmill, but at least something. Take the dumbbells and get started. Sylvie, without hesitation, grabbed the hardest pair and set to work. Hands forward, to the chest, to the sides, to the chest, forward. And over and over and over until Annie stopped her.
- Too easy?
- Yes, I do not feel their weight!
- Good. I saw kettlebells there.
- Right now. And Sylvie, clearly painting, taking her time, went after the kettlebells. And she took the heaviest couple.
Annie watched as a massive demoness waddled to the counter with kettlebells, as boulders of her muscles rolled under her skin and caught herself thinking that she liked this look of her daughter more:
- Daughter! You didn’t put anything up?
- And what, mom? With an innocent muzzle, Sylvie turned around.
- I'm not Jackie, I don’t have to arrange a show here! She feigned angry.
- Who? me? A show? It's involuntary! Depicted the absolute innocence Sylvie.
- Work with kettlebells! Annie grinned .
And Sylvie started working! With a soft burst, she worked with heavy kettlebells, which, like birds, flew in her hands.
- Well done! Her mother stopped her. Now put the barbell on your shoulders and start crouching. Do you remember how many weight plates were there that time?
- Of course! Said a Sylvie and added much more. Already not painting, she tore the barbell off the floor and put it on her shoulders. She was wondering what her new body was capable of, so she did not spare herself. She felt the muscles of her shoulders and torso tensing under the impressive load, the muscles of her powerful legs swelled, when she squatted down and straightened with a growl. She repeated this again and again, not noticing how she growls louder and louder, until she heard her mother's quiet voice:
- Enough, I got it all . Annie stood up and walked over to the panting Sylvie. In front of her, straightening upright, spreading her legs and taking her arms bent at the elbows back, stood a young demoness, overwhelmed with power. And Annie realized that she would do everything for her daughter, her little Sylvie has become something much bigger and better than she never did.
- And what do you say? Growled Sylvie.
- Impressive. But you have to work. Now I’m home, and you’ll go relax a bit, because you’re too tense, tomorrow you will have other activities.
If Sylvie was not so excited, she would have paid attention to the ease with which her mother said this “go relax a bit”, but the predatory instincts were so raging in the young demoness that she did not notice anything and only asked:
- Should I escort you? And again, she didn’t notice anything unusual in Annie’s answer:
- Do not. No one will touch!
Sylvie barely waited for her mother to disappear around the corner, with trembling hands she threw off her T-shirt and shorts and scooted out onto the street.
Hearing a thunderous growl, Annie smiled. She walked along the street alone, so no one noticed how red lights flickered in her eyes.
* * *
Sylvie stood at the crossroads as a living embodiment of ferocity. Her nostrils swelled as she looked around. Sylvie was busy, she was looking for a victim. Soon she sensed the familiar sweetish scent and followed the trail. Unlike that night, she was not hiding. The check of her abilities arranged by her mother woke up the predator in her and now she had to work hard to calm her down. It will be a bad idea to turn into a demoness during the day! Today, the demonic part of her soul was especially strong. It must have happened because Sylvie first showed her capabilities to someone else. And maybe because mom had her own secrets.
Reflecting on these topics, she did not forget to follow the trail. The smell grew stronger and, in the end, brought her to some abandoned courtyard. No one lived in the houses of those around him, so no one interfered with the vampire and the person who was figuring out the relationship. Sylvie just could not understand what confuses her in this person. Someone he was ... something wrong ... Outside, a man, but inside ... yes this is a demon, suddenly Sylvie realized!
If there were someone who was better versed in demons than she was, then someone would have suggested that in front of her was a subordinate to the dark hierarchy, pretending to be a man. But there was no one around and Sylvie simply thought that this was some kind of wrong demon.
That she herself is also a demoness, and not just a vampire, she managed to guess for herself in these few days, but she did not know the difference between dark and independent demons, she did not even know that such a difference exists, and therefore, with the inherent in all "others" modesty, she decided that she was right demoness, and this one, who pretended to be, was wrong demon. And since, like all "others", she was not used to thinking for a long time about fighting or not, she simply climbed into the fray.
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Only a little more and he would finally catch this vampire, the demon thought, and he had already dreamed how he would get promoted and goes down to the succubus block, where is one, with six arms and two ... but his dreams were interrupted in the crudest way: right on the back of its prey with a menacing roar, leaped some sort of savage (from the author: “the savages” is the nickname dark demons gave to the recently appeared demons, who still have not chosen whether they will be dark or independent) and immediately gags a vampire in the throat! Dark grimaced: well, why so primitive! After all, there is a spell, cleanly, accurately, reliably ... However, what to take from them, from savages!
Savage, meanwhile, swallowed the chance to go to the succubus in the form of a vampire and slowly raised her head. The expression on her face was such that ... "Is she crazy, or what?!" the demon thought, jumped out, and frantically changed his form to true. It's getting hot!
* * *
Sylvie jumped onto the vampire’s back, with her usual gesture she turned her head sideways and glared at her throat, watching the demon out of the corner of her eye. He grimaced.
“What, don’t you like it?” Silvie thought and continued to saturate in a pointedly rumbling and playing muscles. Having finished the vampire, she slowly raised her head and looked into her eyes. Her head was spinning with euphoria, this magnificent sensation of her omnipotence reappeared. Apparently, the demon took her for a maniac, because he jumped back and threw off the guise of a man.
Be Sylvie in her right mind and if she saw this demon in his true form right away, she would try to do without a fight: her opponent was one and a half heads above her and noticeably more massive. But she only noticed how rapidly her rival was excited.
- No sex for you, motherfucker! She purred and, straightening up, slammed his heel under his breath!
* * *
Presenting to the savage in its true form, the demon grunted with satisfaction when he saw her eyes catch fire (though he misinterpreted it). Of course, he was not one of the warrior-demons and did not have any body armor, but, on the other hand, he had an head more or less similar to a human one, and not some kind of lamb or goat head, looked after himself, keeping his body in shape, and used deserved success among demonesses. Truly said, besides the female demonesses, he also attracted also futa demonesses ... He grimaced, the memories were not pleasant ...
Savage said something humanly, the demon had time to think that she was brand new, even if she didn’t speak demonically. But then she jumped up and twisted him from a strong blow under her breath!
* * *
Sylvie smiled contentedly when she saw as bent over from pain her opponent. Joining hands, she was going to punch him in the back of the head and taste it, but her opponent, without getting up, made a cut and Sylvie collapsed on her back.
* * *
The demon could not resist: his opponent lying on his back looked painfully seductive! She was strong, clearly stronger than many succubi, but not overloaded with muscles, like some warriors... He even admired this wild beauty and hesitated ... a little, only a couple of seconds, but that was enough!
* * *
Sylvie is furious: what this red-haired handsome man allows himself to do?! She sharply tightened her legs, tearing them out of his hands and abruptly straightened them!
“He should be grateful to me that I have feet, not hooves!” She thought when her legs crashed into his chest and the enemy flew away for six feet. The demoness get up fast, jumped to him and until he managed to recover, she kicked him between his legs with all her might! He howled and staggered to his feet, but did not have time to straighten up. She clawing her knee to the head and only the increased strength of the demon skulls compared with the human one saved him from a fatal outcome.
When he finally straightened up, the first thing he saw was a fist flying into his face. Oddly enough, this blow brought him to life. He pushed his opponent away from himself and treated her to the liver and kidneys. Sylvie gasped and staggered a few steps back.
“Gather yourself, it's just a fight!” She spurred herself. “It was worse!” Staggering, she stepped forward, swayed, losing her balance, and butted him about her head. None of them saw her tattoo on her forehead blaze red. He lost his balance and collapsed on his back, dragging her along with him. She clenched her right hand into a fist and ...
* * *
His eyes opened wide and he twisted out from under the blow! Her fist crashed into the pavement. He tried to break the distance, but was caught by the tail! The razor-sharp tip of her tail darted towards the victim, at the last moment she unfolded the tip, so as not to accidentally cut his throat! Instead, she wrapped her tail around his neck, strangled her slightly and dragged her to her.
* * *
The rest was a technical matter: Sylvie turned the opponent upside down, saddled him and fanged into the throat of the first demon in his life. It took a little more time to empty her victim, but somehow everything in the piece ends faster than we would like.
Rising to her feet, Sylvie felt much better, she simply bursting from her overwhelming power! She looked at herself: her muscles definitely looked more prominent than a few hours ago.
“And the demons will be tastier than vampires!” Sylvie smiled and went outside. Only two withered corpses remained in the empty courtyard, and even then they melted under the rays of the morning sun.
Sylvie was about to turn home when she heard the sounds of fight in a nearby alley. None of the “other” had ever missed a chance to get involved in any kind of brawl, and Sylvie was no exception, but when she turned around the corner it was all over. On the pavement lay three charred corpses, and in the middle stood a strange figure. Standing in the center of the battle, legs apart, tall, slightly lower than the young demoness. Powerful legs turned into steep thighs, above them an inverted pyramid came out to the sides, covered with powerful muscles of the back, covered up to the middle of the back with suspiciously familiar blond curls, from under the curls there were sharp tips of ears that were constantly moving in different directions, wide shoulders extended into big arms. All this splendor was covered in heavily tanned, almost brown skin, but still something was wrong. Sylvie looked closely and could not believe her eyes! Metal plates were implanted into the body of a stranger along the spine, like scales overlapping one another! Judging by the reflections, the shoulders, elbows, knees, hands and feet were also crossed by metal. Even the sensitive pointed ears peeking out from under the blond mane consisted of metal segments!
And then the cyborg girl felt Sylvie's gaze and turned around. First, the head turned to the right, abruptly stopping as if it had rested against the limiter, then the torso also turned, her head staring at the demoness, then, legs thumping dullly against the pavement. From an incredibly familiar face on Sylvie looked glowing bright green eyes..
- Jackie?! Where have you been? How did you get here? And why in this form? Exclaimed Sylvie. And she was forced to immediately roll aside, since exactly where was her head, appeared armored cyborg foot.
- How. Do. You. Know. Me. There was a metallic but familiar voice of Jackie.
- Are you crasy, my friend, stunned or something?! Sylvie roared and slammed the cyborg with her foot from below into the jaw. The stranger's head darted back and crashed into the lamppost's pillar with a ringing. Cracks ran along the pillar. The cyborg shook her head.
- All. Friends. Sitting. At. Home. Pumping. Muscles. Her steel fist rumbled past the nose of the unlucky demoness.
- Portrait. In. The. Database. Not. Found. Another fist flashed past the nose of the demoness who had again recoiled .
- Portrait! Sylvie exclaimed, I am a fool!
- I noticed. Ha. Ha. Ha. The cyborg responded.
- I'll give you “ha-ha-ha!!” Sylvie was furious and treated her opponent with a roundhouse kick in the head. The cyborg had to fly seven feet away from such a blow, but she only fell to one side and stopped the fall leaning brush and elbow of the right hand. Then she grouped in a united movement and jumped to the demoness. From the fall, Sylvie was saved only by the fact that she jumped back, doing a backflip, and, landing, spread from the demoness to herself. The cyborg landed on all four exactly where Sylvie was before. The demoness even admired the cyborg, so spectacular she looked, but she instantly changed her behavior and straightened up:
- Sil?! And where is... that... with horns?! She stopped talking as a cybernetic synthesizer of early models. Now the cyborg’s voice was like the voice of old Jackie, only a light synthetic sound was superimposed, almost like the artificial intelligence from one ancient computer game (from the author: Sylvie means the Smart Hyper Optimized Data Access Network. Cyber Jackie’s voice sounds something like this:
https://youtu.be/5iZMD_eCpEo , she just doesn’t stutter like SHODAN and doesn’t change her voice tone on the fly, although she can.)
- Here. Answered Sylvie. This is me too.
- How did you do it?
- It's not fair! That was my question!
- A long story... They answered each other in chorus.
- Let's go chat. I know one quiet place here, suggested Sylvie, aren't you in a hurry?
- I don't have anywhere to hurry now, Jackie sighed.
- Sorry? didn’t understanded her best friend Sylvie.
- Yes, she had a fight with her mother and she put me out of the house when I came home like this... And my father was not at home...
* * *
The relationship of Jackie, or rather Jacqueline Eleanor Peters with his parents, Edith and Jeff, were well known for Sylvie. And not only for her. Who just did not make attempts to reconcile mother and daughter, but there was little progress in these attempts. The problem was not in the father. Jefferson Peters, always, by the way, chuckling at the similarity of his names with the names of a literary character, was crazy about his daughters. All three. And the eldest, which he himself awarded the nickname Jackie. And the younger twins Goldie and Glory. The problem was in Mrs. Peters, who loved her eldest very much, who, in her own way, wished, of course, only good and named her after two of the almost most famous First Ladies. Edith wanted her daughter to become a real lady, and ideally made a political career, in a word, achieved all that she herself could not achieve. The only problem was that Jackie went to her father, was just as tall and wide-shouldered, not like an elegant and sophisticated young lady from the North East, but like a girl from a ranch located somewhere in the Midwest. Well, the most unpleasant thing for Edith Peters is that her daughter was “other”, who preferred to climb into the fray, rather than weave verbal lace and say what she thinks, rather than lying to someone's eyes with a sweet smile. And who didn’t have the slightest desire to become some kind of “lady” there and make a political career.
* * *
- How did she put you out of the house?! I didn’t understand .
- She said, i'm a fake, not her daughter! And I needed to go where i came from.
- Let's go into my den, and we'll talk there.
* * *
- You’ve gotten well here! Jackie said, but with the door, I still don’t understand: it is and is not at the same time.
- Yes, I don’t understand it too, Sylvie waved carefreely - but it works. Come on in. Here I am training, I can’t do it at home anymore - not enough, she quite led her mighty shoulders. With these two, she waved her hand at the posters depicting Natasha Henstridge in the role of Sil in the movie "Species"
https://dailydead.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/Species-poster.jpg and Tom Berenger as a sniper Thomas Beckett in the movie "Sniper"
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e4/Sniper_film.jpg I owe these two, i am at home... Oh, sorry...
- If you weren’t - you would have nailed, Jackie boomed.
- I apologized! Offended, bent her horned head demoness.
- And earlier you would immediately get into a fight! Stabbed a cyborg her girlfriend.
- It used to be before! I had to learn to control myself. Now, when I am angry, I can hardly restrain myself so as not to turn from human into a demoness. I don't want to be put in a cage and put on me for experiments.
- Yes, I too don't want to be taken apart for parts either!
- It’s good that you were found, otherwise I was tired of lying to my best friend at first, and then you disappeared somewhere.
- Would you like to brag?
- Yes very! Always wanted to be as hefty as you! Imagine how I felt?! The idiot’s dream came true, but I was just about to admit how you disappeared! There is strength, there is a figure, but you can’t boast!
- Well, here I am! Smiled Jackie showing off her silvery teeth, you can brag!
Sylvie stood in front of her friend:
- Oh, sorry, there is no music, she sighed.
- How's that?! Jackie was surprised, nodding at the speakers hanging from the ceiling, and what is this?
- So they do not work!
- They don't work, she said! Jackie grunted, got up and, plopping metal feet on the floor, walked along the walls, as if sniffing at something. She went to the back room aisle, looked around the broken door hinges and grinned:
- Nervous?
- I didn't find the keys, Sylvie smirked, I had to use the master key.
- Right or left? returned the grin Jackie.
- Right was enough! Answered Sylvie.
Jackie went inside, turned into a dark corner, and opened an inconspicuous door:
- Well, now you can brag. And from the speakers poured the immortal “You can leave your hat on” performed by Joe Cocker (
https://youtu.be/3e8C2rA3FKU )
- Well, you are impudent, my friend, smiled Sylvie. But then her eyes flashed with excitement, she caught the rhythm and got down to business. She didn’t have to undress like the heroine Kim Basinger in the famous film, so the demoness simply danced. One pose flowed into another, lumps of muscle rolled under the skin, huge muscles tensed and relaxed, the tail wriggled ... A couple of times, Sylvie could not resist the temptation and the tip of her tail flashed across Jackie's nose. Cyborg pretended to try to catch him, but she didn’t succeed. The last chords of music died down and the demoness froze, legs apart, proudly straightening, her mighty shoulders were slightly laid back, her arms were slightly bent at the elbows, her eyes shone with a scarlet color, a proud fanged smile adorned her face.
- That was a show, Sil, there are no words! Jackie got up, came up with Sylvie and ran her palms over her friend’s shoulders and pectoral muscles. For several long seconds, the demoness and the cyborg looked into each other's eyes, and so they looked embarrassedly away. Sylvie wanted to say something, but Jackie interrupted her:
- So how did you get all this splendor? She asked in an exaggeratedly cheerful tone.
- Let's go get comfortable, Sylvie waved her hand. And she led her friend along. In the same place as the artificial tanning apparatus, further, right behind it, there were two massage couches and a small table between them. They were made of nickel-plated steel pipes, sufficiently strong in appearance, so the demoness decided that the couches could quite outstand the two girlfriends.
“We're not going to make love there,” she thought, and blushed with embarrassment. To her surprise, this thought made her regret. Jackie giggled when she saw the tinged tips of her friend's ears. Sylvie, without saying a word, showed her friend a fist.
- Here, come in, settle down! Sylvie waved her hand, turning sideways. Jackie turned to face her girlfriend, inhaled deeper, flexed her muscles, and squeezed past Sylvie, "accidentally" hitting the flexed demoness as well. From the outside, this probably could have looked funny: two hefty, pumped-up beauties diligently pretended that they simply could not separate in a narrow aisle. It would seem a little more - and the two mighty girls would begin to kiss passionately, but they averted their eyes, exhaled, relaxed and lay down, finally on the plaintively creaking couches.
- They won't fall apart? Jackie asked in a hoarse voice.
- They shouldn't, Sylvie answered in a similar voice.
- And how much do you weigh, by the way? The cyborg asked.
- I don’t know, the demoness shrugged her mighty shoulders - probably 330-400 pounds in this form. And you?
- 496 pounds. I am much harder than it seems at first glance. Well, will you tell me your story?
Sylvie breathed out instantly and calmed a frantically beating heart. “What is it! Have I fallen in love? So have I always liked guys like that?” She thought, not suspecting that similar thoughts were spinning in the modified brains of her cyber girlfriend. The demoness exhaled once more and began:
- I don’t remember who told me that there is a good gym with a decent set of weights. And even more so I will not say now that it bore me here then, but I came. I saw a mess and was already about to leave, but then an old ghoul broke into the window and tried to devour me. Telling Sylvie calmed down, lay down comfortably, with her hands behind her head and bent her right leg, which is closest to the wall, in the knee. She did not notice the fervent glances thrown at her by the cyborg.
And in the soul of the young terminatrix, flames raged. She diligently tried to convince herself that this storm of emotions was just an admiration for how her little girlfriend had changed, how she looked for her new guise. It was impossible to read anything through her eyes - the optical systems, now shining with a dim emerald color.
- So you don't seem to be a vampire, I would feel that... Jackie was surprised.
- No, I am apparently a demoness.
- I like that “apparently”, the cyborg smiled.
- Listen further. We, therefore, fought with him, but then he still bit me. I tumbled it down and dried it... Well, as a vampire dries human, just the opposite. I ate it and felt that I had become stronger, grabbed the bar and shook it a little, but apparently overdid it because then I was convulsed and when I came to, I was already like that. How am I, by the way?
- Brutal. You’re so much better. No worse than me!
- Crap!
- Well, who will tell you the truth, if not your best friend! The cyborg giggled.
- And who will get it on the forehead?!
- I don’t know ! Maybe someone horned and self-confident? Purred Jackie.
- Sparring?! Sylvie revived.
- Not here. And not now. Humbled her no less exuberant nature cyborg.
- And earlier you would immediately get into a fight! Demoness returned the joke.
- As my best friend just said: "It used to be before!" I also feel that I have matured. And what happened next?
- And then I tried to understand what I am and what I should do with all this. I saw a poster with Sil ... well, you remember, there was such a film, "Species", and I realized that I can't fight alone against the whole world. Firstly, I have a family, and secondly, even in the movies it always ended badly. Yes, and it's disgusting for me to rummage through the basements. I’m not the mythical “This shaven-headed bitch”!
“Do you also think that this bald ugly creature does not exist?”
- Yes, all this is a fairy tale! I hunt here for four days and have never met her!
* * *
Both girlfriends did not even suspect that at the time of this conversation “This shaven-headed bitch” about which they spoke, which during their life had been called Marysue Jenkins for several days as really was nothing more than an urban legend. The fact that Marysue, after death was waiting for another, absolutely incredible fate, they could not even know...
* * *
- And if you still meet?
- I'll dry it! By the way, until you asked: I can drink blood like a vampire and pump out energy like a succubus, but I can not do it. I don’t have THIRST, like these undead addicts!
Both girlfriends were already skewed by disgust from these words - the hatred of “others” for drugs, drug addicts and distributors was widely known.
* * *
The pushers tried not to appear near the crowded places of the “others”: if they caught them, they turned out to be cruelly and mercilessly beaten. There was no sense in either way: to the noise of a fight, like sharks to blood, all the "others" in the district instantly ran to the place of fight and only the unwillingness to get into a disciplinary special educational institution kept these gambling furies from murder! The heads of the mafia understood that if they start an undeclared war against "others," first of all, the relevant authorities will react much more harshly, which is harmful for business, because drug trafficking is drug trafficking, and mass killings (you can’t do it alone) massacres, society will stand on ears. Secondly, the community of “others” (and the fact that “others” are just a community that is somewhat similar to the classic mafia, the criminal authorities understood very quickly) will react differently, much more severely than now, and certainly they they will not be constrained by any norms of any legislation, and if the “special schools” are opened “accidentally” and the “roaring beasts” escaped from there (the author recalls that in specialized closed-type disciplinary educational institutions there are "others" with aggressive mental disorders, a clear propensity for sadism, accused of repeated intentional murders committed with particular cruelty or with special cynicism and other, “nice” young ladies, dangerous to society), then they will not talk about business, but maybe of life.
* * *
- So I have no THIRST , there is just the excitement of hunting. Well, that is, when I pump out energy from them, of course, I am pleased, but i can do without it.
- And from whom "of them"?
- Vampires and demons! Sylvie got in, but added right away: well, that is, so far there was only one demon. So, she continued, I got out into the street and went home. While getting there, i'm ate a couple of vampires, scared some “bimbo” half to death, vampires tried to eat her. Then some criminal almost shot me...
- How are you so messed up?!
- Dreamed! How cool and invincible I am! And got a couple of bullets in the shoulder! Then, of course, i killed and ate him, but i received a lesson about my invulnerability.
- And why do you need a poster with a “Sniper”?
- For memory! Such a Thomas Beckett can easily shoot me down, and if he take Barrett, then you too! That hangs as a reminder so i don't show off!
Jackie leaned.
- What, did not think about it? Sylvie grinned grimly - a large-caliber bullet could easily smash your armored skull! It's armored, isn't it?
- What? Ah, yes, armored, but it will do almost nothing: I only have sensors and a complex of communication systems in my head, well, simply put, I am my own smartphone and computer. Well, I also eat in it, smiled at the old joke cyborg, by the way I can eat everything and digest everything too. Completely.
- And where is ...
- Brains? The processor unit and memory, in a word, everything that makes me here, Jackie tapped herself on the powerful pectoral muscles. The processor unit, memory, controllers, power supplies, primary and backup, spare sonar, in case I lose my head, are all here.
- So you're a robot now?” Like terminator? remembered the famous film demoness.
- No, I look more like Robocop. I am a cyborg with a high degree of cyborgization. Here inside, she once again tapped herself on a huge torso, my brain in a pressurized capsule. There is also a processor, a storage media for backup and a spare power source. So I can be restored even after an atomic explosion.
Cyber Jackie stood up, tensed and began to take various poses, powerful muscles began to play under her skin. Hearing how Sylvie breathed air through her teeth, Jackie smiled rather and continued to demonstrate her new body.
Sylvie appreciated how strong her old friend is now, how powerful her muscles are and how she understood now why Jackie had become much wider in bone and much more inflated than before her disappearance.
- Now, she sighed hoarsely and coughed, now it's your turn to tell a story.
Jackie got comfortable on the plaintively creaking couch and began:
- Two days ago... It's only been two days, but it seems like half a life has passed... So, two days ago I was returning home from school...
* * *
Jackie walked home slowly. To tell the truth, she didn’t really want to return: her mother would begin to annoy that she should become a real lady, stop fighting, say that this “real lady” should be able to achieve everything without the help of her fists... And stop wearing “those rags”, as Edith called clothes in the style typical of “others”- maximum comfort, minimum covered body and maximum emphasized forms.
* * *
And the shapes of the tall and wide in the bones Jackie were all envy! Impressive muscles rolled under tanned skin, a knotted checkered shirt cracked with every breath (there was one little secret, and it was simple: Jackie bought all her shirts a couple of sizes less than they should have, they were small, she couldn’t physically be able to fasten them), her broad shoulders and solid pectoral muscles were stretched out, however, not a single shirt could hide the fact that Jackie did not wear a bra. But she sincerely believed that she needed him only on the beach, and then only so as not to interfere with moralizing. And she already had immunity for moralizing: she managed to stand with a smart look, nod in the right places, even catch key moments from the tirades of her interlocutor, or more often the interlocutor, but all the pathos, all eloquence did not have any effect on her. She listened to everything that was told to her, and either thought about herself, waiting for the end of the next preventive conversation, or simply dozed with her eyes open. Edith, of course, knew about it and she was enraged by such a reaction of "this stubborn girl."
* * *
So the checkered shirt cracked under the pressure of a powerful young body, and a knot tied under the chest opened a flat stomach in cubes of the press. Cropped denim shorts covered tight hips and a solid stone ass of a pumped-up beauty. Shorts were, according to the recently widespread fashion, half-opened, but Jackie knew that there were still a few steps, and they had to be buttoned up - there was no need to tease the mother again, she looked at this kind of clothing as the end of the world. An almost real Stetson flaunted on the head of a straw blonde (natural color), and cowboy boots covered his legs. For completeness, I needed another straw in the corner of her mouth, but where can you get it in a big city !? So, she had to do with chewing gum.
She remembered how she sent off some guys today who decided to make a joke on the topic of her blonde. The guys discussed whether this redneck in a hat painted or not, stubbornly "not noticing" her. Jackie grinned, turned to face them, knocked her hat to the back of her head and said, carefully imitating a suitable head :
- Wanna ask me something?...
- And you would answer?
- I would answer!
- Well, I ask: are you a natural blonde?
- Of course! Purred Jackie. Do you want me to prove it? And she took up her half-stretched shorts, which miraculously held in place. The curious lad was confused, blushed, muttered something incomprehensible, and the whole company amicably swelled to the deafening whistle of Jackie and the baying laughter of the nearby "other"-witnesses of this conversation..
Behind these pleasant memories, Jackie did not notice how she stepped on the road. The last thing she remembered was a deafening screech of brakes ... Blow ... Darkness ...
She remembered the rest in fits and starts: here they put her on a stretcher, they brought her down the corridor of the clinic, the operation, the doomed sigh of the surgeon, after a long 5 hours of fighting for her life, and finally the morgue, where she saw her body from the side... well, that is side, but already separate from it.
The next time she opened her eyes, she was very surprised that she was all-living. “We, the "other" girls are stubborn!” She thought, and experienced a smile.
* * *
( from the author: direct speech in brackets means that the speaker uses a non-human language )
- (Look, here is a suitable body.)
- (Firstly, this is “she”, and secondly, why exactly this instance?)
- (Forever I forget that people here have two sexes.)
- (And about the intelligency you did not hurry?)
- (No. We were like that.)
- (Well, you remembered! This was when it was ...)
- (But it was. And then they had little left before going into space.)
- (So they are already. Look how much everything around the planet flies.)
- (This is so ... Riding a log along the bank of the river. And I chose it because it was in time in the state we needed and is large enough to implement the 777 protocol)
- (Do you think it will work out? You haven’t tried it for a long time.)
- (We must not try, but do . Pull it before the brain is dead)
After these words, the crippled body of Jacqueline Eleanor Peters flickered and disappeared. Together with him, the immortal soul of Jackie moved and did not have time to realize that she was dead and clinging tightly to her mortal remains. Jackie was right - the “other” girls are stubborn and just don't give up!
A couple of alien astronauts worked clearly and harmoniously: Jackie's body was immediately loaded into the editing box and its restructuring began using the 777 protocol, the most complex and most advanced protocol for creating an almost universal and almost invulnerable cybernetic organism. The fact was that our guests belonged to a rather flimsy race, even by the standards of an ordinary person. This race was adapted for living in conditions much more comfortable than the average Earth conditions: less gravity, less oxygen in the atmosphere, almost complete absence of any tectonics, the absence of a yearly temperature drop. So for work in dangerous or simply uncomfortable conditions, representatives of this race preferred to create artificial intelligent creatures - androids and cyborgs. According to the 777 protocol, the most protected, the most reasonable and the most equipped of the entire range of "artificial assistants" were created.
* * *
Our alien friends made only one mistake, and they couldn't help but make a mistake: in the usual situation, when implementing the 777 protocol, a person in a freshly created cyborg is formed from scratch and has nothing to do with the personality of the previous body owner, unless, of course, this foreseen in advance. In the case of the body of Jackie Peters, the creators also did not provide for the transfer of personality and were very surprised when the beauty Jackie still found a second life!
* * *
( from the author: reading the following lines, for greater effect, the author recommends including this track on playback
https://youtu.be/q0z08OpmEPc This is “Making of cyborg” from the animated movie “Ghost in the shell” )
First of all, the brain was extracted from the head and connected to the artificial life support system. Then, the computer, which controlled the process under the supervision of astronauts, proceeded to rebuild the skeleton.
- (Error! There is no material for the reconstruction of the skeleton. The process is stopped.) The computer controlling the process reported.
- (What are we going to do? It's a pity to lose such an good body!)
- (Let him use the material for the body and the internal structure. It should be enough.)
- (She will come out much harder!)
- (It will be easier for her later. And at the same time use pseudo-muscle fibers for increased gravity)
- (Sure?)
- (Yes. Moreover, the local gravity is higher than ours.)
- (Well, not so much!)
- (So as not to redo it later.)
- (Good. System: use alloy M56747 and fiber C90898.)
- (Replacement will increase the weight of the product. Confirm the replacement!)
- (I confirm alloy replacement! I confirm fiber replacement!)
- (Replacement accepted! Correction of the algorithm ... Done! Correction of the project ... Done! The process of modification according to the 777-prim protocol is continued.)
The modification process continued. The bones of the skeleton were gradually replaced by metal and covered with gray-brown muscular fibers; a spine covered with triangular armor plates grew from the femoral girdle . When it came to the chest, the ribs turned into flat in cross section, curved armor plates. A standard module with controllers controlling the movements of limbs and body (an approximate analogue of the spinal cord) was installed in the resulting volume . Nearby an almost eternal power source was attached, also chained to its own armored box. A specially protected storage media (an analogue of long-term and short-term memory) took their places, the converter - a system for the complete processing of food and drinks and a processor unit.
Nearby, a separate set of manipulators collected the main core of the future cyborg. A brain was carefully installed in the large armored sphere, supplemented by input-output systems for direct control of all components of the artificial body and an almost eternal life-support system of the highest class of reliability, a backup power source and a data backup system took their places, eliminating even the worst outcome memory loss or the depersonalization of a cyborg.
At the end of these works, the armored sphere was installed in its nest in the chest. The antennas of the backup locator took their places, the power cables and data buses of the highest protection category were stretched and the edge plates fell over, forming something similar to the Roman armor known as Lorica Segmentata (
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lorica_segmentata) A frightening looking metal skull was installed on the neck, containing hearing sensors designed for a much larger spectrum of sounds than that of humans (and our alien friends), a system of digital video cameras, which gave an excellent three-dimensional picture in any light, an antenna unit, both of which made stable operation in the entire range of all types of communication. Encoding-decoding and analysis of communication protocols involved a separate processor installed there. Not surprisingly, the voice system was still mounted in the head, which allowed to play almost any voice of any timbre, including the voices of many animals and the food absorption system. The finished skeleton was overgrown with artificial muscles, the muscles were covered with artificial pseudo-skin, indistinguishable by touch from the human. On top of the skin, the vertebral column, shoulders, elbows, knees, wrists, hands, ankles and soles of the feet gained additional protection. The head was decorated with a luxurious mane of hair, the same color that the product had during its lifetime. The hair was also artificial and served to absorb shock. Well, for beauty too! The sharp metal tips of long ears peered out from under the hair. Ears consisted of separate segments inserted one into the other, could turn in different directions, bend and even retract, turning into almost human.
- (The modification process according to the 777 prim protocol has been completed. Expect the product to be initialized.) With these words, the working fluid was pumped out of the mounting box and the body sank smoothly onto the bed. Now all that was left was to wait. Usually, a lot of time passed before the product “self-initialized”, that is, it came to and began to live as an independent person, but inside “sat” “other”, and they were not used to waiting.
A pair of aliens was already tuned in for a long time, but suddenly the product opened its eyes, smiled wryly and asked:
- Where am I? And who the hell are you ?!
* * *
Jackie came to her senses when in front of her eyes closed all of a sudden glowed green and strange symbols ran across a light green background . Jackie concentrated, shaking off her sleepy stupor, and suddenly realized that she was reading running lines! Most of all, it was like loading the operating system. Loading the kernel, drivers, subsystem availability messages:
- (Reactor - online!)
- (Sensors - online!)
- (Communication - online! Analysis of the communication protocols used is being done ... Done!)
- (The moving system - online! Attention! System power — 200% of the nominal value! System setup ... Done!)
- (The absorption and processing system - online!)
- (Storage system - online!)
- (All systems - nominal!)
- (Greetings! Please enter a name ...)
“Jackie,” Jackie muttered automatically.
- (Accepted! Your name is J-Kkki, universal special purpose cyborg of the highest category of the KS-777-prim model! Happy Birthday!)
- (Attention! Weapon module - not installed! Expansion modules - not installed! Please go through the process of retrofitting on the storage base for additional modules!)
These were the last words, obviously the operating system was loaded, the field of view was shining with a faint green light, at the very edge of the field of view hung scales of speed, spatial orientation, guidance systems, weapons, control of external equipment and extension modules . Jackie was about to breathe when she realized that, in fact, she no longer needed to breathe, but when a system message popped up:
- (Enable simulated breathing? Yes? No? Cancel?)
Strongly thought, “YES!” Her chest immediately began to rise and fall simulating breathing.
"What am I," she thought.
- (Error! Request is not clear!) A message appeared.
- (What am I?) She thought in the language of the system.
- (Universal cyborg for special purposes of the highest category of the model KS-777-prim)
- (And why “prim”?) A stupid thought occurred to her.
- (You were assembled with a deviation from the assembly protocol of the model KS-777)
- (Am I defective?! Jackie got angry. List all deviations.)
- (Deviation No. 1 is the use of a non-standard alloy for skeletal and other structures. Strength - +300%.)
- (Deviation No. 2 is the use of artificial muscle fibers for functioning in conditions of increased gravity. Power - +200% of the nominal)
- (End of deviation list)
- (List all features!)
- (Accepted!) And before her eyes ran a long list of everything that was installed in her new body. When the flickering stopped, Jackie realized that she felt her new body as her own, she knew what she was capable of and how to use it all. So she opened her eyes and said:
- Where am I? And who the hell are you?! Leaning over the opened mounting box was two gray-skinned squelch. They were about 5'3” tall with disproportionately large heads, two hands with narrow and long four-fingered hands, skinny and bony legs (“the gym is crying for you!”, She thought.) And large, all-black almond-shaped eyes. They stared blankly at her.
- (Where am I? And who are you ?!) she repeated.
- (We are the crew of research ship No. IK646468. We need your help, so we repaired you. If we violated your plans, we apologize.)
- (Thank you for the repair, you came in very handy. I violated my plans myself, because I was inattentive)
- (No longer will you be inattentive?)
- (I won’t! What should be done?)
- (The ship of our opponents is chasing us. We will not tell you a lie and claim that they are all evil of our worlds. They are not bad and not good. They are just our opponents. Have we noticed you before. We will drop you on their ship It’s small, a little bigger than ours. You have to neutralize them.)
- (And then?)
- (Do what you want. If you want, you can go with us. We would have other plans for you, but you are a Person, a strong personality if you managed to survive in the process of modification, and therefore we will not and do not want to force you.)
Jackie mentally smiled: “You are not familiar with the “others”, as i can see!” And answered:
- (The system reported a lack of weapons and extensions. Can anything be done about this?)
Her interlocutors were upset:
- (We don’t have anything. We already used spare plates of hull armor.)
- (I understand that it was good for me!)
- (So will you help us?)
- (I never refused a good fight! I will help you!)
With these words, Jackie stood up and stretched herself well. She knew how to make the right impression on those who are weaker than her! Judging by the admiring sighs, these alien slobers were also impressed!
- (Well), she turned over her shoulder, - (show who's bothering you here! ) And walked regal walk into the cockpit.
Most of one of the walls in the cockpit was occupied by a survey screen. And Jackie did not escape the fate of all those who saw outer space with their own eyes for the first time.
“The abyss of heaven appears — the stars are kindling round; Who, who can count those stars, who that abyss can sound?”
(From the author: these are lines from the poem by Michael V Lomonosov “Evening Reflection” translated by John Bowring.
http://www.thinkaloud.ru/parallel/lom-meditations.pdf)
They came to her head in the unknown where the lines she heard. She stood and admired the opened picture.
- (This picture fascinates everyone who sees it for the first time.) One of the astronauts said softly. She started and shook her head:
- (I admired!) She smiled. (OK, where? And how much?) Jackie glanced around the pilot's cabin, which had suddenly become very cramped. The names and purpose of the devices surfaced in her memory. She suddenly realized that she was on board a small research (or reconnaissance, this is how to look) boat and could well manage it on her own. And without leaving a place and without moving a finger. And much more effective than these two, since it will be controlled not by hands, but directly, becoming a part of the boat itself. She appreciated the advantages and disadvantages and decided that she would not do this. Firstly, it is impolite: this couple really “fixed” her, so much so that she became even stronger than she was. And secondly - it will be in time. And grab the boat, and get rid of these squishies. She turned with heavy grace, letting the crew go to workplaces and portrayed attention, not forgetting to unobtrusively demonstrate her size and her strength.
- (And why you didn’t look yourself?) One of them asked. She never learned to distinguish between them.
- (This is your ship, that would be impolite about) she answered.
- (Then look) One of the highlights on the locator screen located between the seats lit up brighter and increased in size. Immediately the center of the screen and the selected object were connected by an intricate trajectory.
- (Are we in the asteroid belt?)
- (Yes. It’s easier not to attract the attention of your surveillance systems.)
- (Wait a minute, if the flying saucers are you, then why hide?)
- (No, not us. And not them. We were just going to find out who is still operating here.)
- (Someone third?)
- (It seems so.)
- (And whether zero) added a second astronaut.
- (So?) Jackie didn't understand.
- (In this star system there are signs of a highly developed civilization that was older than yours. Remains of buildings on the fourth planet, fragments of artificial origin here, in the asteroid belt and operating equipment in one of the polar regions of the third planet and on its satellite.)
- (So maybe this...)
- (No, this is not your equipment. The radiation spectrum is different.)
Meanwhile, an enlarged image of the space ship appeared above the screen. The device looked like a spear tip with a thickened stern.
(
https://bsmith.ru/files/styles/product_image_full/public/spear_wing_3_0.jpg? itok = CpOPDuXV )
Jackie admired his swift forms and realized at that moment that no matter how fate would develop in the future, this handsome man should belong to her!
- (Before you is a heavy barrage fighter of our rivals. It can be used as an interceptor, courier or patrol vessel. The crew is three or four persons, similar in characteristics to people. If we pop out of this cloud of debris or show any activity they will shot us down!)
- (And what's wrong with our civilization that there is so much noise around? If I remember astronomy correctly, our system is the back of the galaxy, a terrible outback)
- (We will disappoint you, but it's not you. You will attract attention when you get outside the system, not earlier. And they and we are interested in just the remnants of your highly developed predecessors. Paleotechnologies.)
- (And is this thing that was allegedly found on the moon?)
* * *
From the author: Jackie has in mind this “thing”:
http://www.logosaum.com/uploads/posts/2017-02/1486124069_untitled.pngThe author considers it his duty to warn that officially this picture and all the history associated with it are recognized as a fake, based on the play of light and shadow and the low quality of the pictures on which this object is present.
* * *
- (And that too)
- (Well, how do I get to visit your “colleagues”?)
- (We will cast you a teleport. Are you ready?)
- (Let's go.)
A few steps along the corridors made Jackie bend, so when they came to a high room with an intricate pattern on the floor, something like a pentagram, she stretched out with pleasure and stood in the middle.
- (I'm ready) she said. All around her flickered, turned up rippling, dark for a moment - and she's already on board of another ship. What she did not see was flashes of a gap in the place of a small boat that became her second birthplace.
- (An onboard network of the fifth category was discovered.) An inscription appeared in front of her eyes. (The analysis of communication protocols is being done ... Done! An analysis of the connection options is being done ... Done! The chance of a successful connection is 60%. Will you try to connect? Yes? No? Cancel?)
- (Yes!) Jackie answered.
- (An attempt is made to connect ... ... ... Done! Do you want to hack for the purpose of obtaining administrator privileges? The chance of a successful hack is 70% Yes? In the background? No? Cancel?)
- (In the background!) She replied, “I don't want system messages flashing in front of my eyes at the most inopportune moment!” And Jackie looked out in the corridor. And then she got back in the teleport room: a double-barreled laser turret hung on the ceiling. Obviously, it was possible to teleport only to certain places, and not anywhere. And these places had additional protection. The cyborg became thoughtful: it was still far from the end of the hack , but she did not want to receive a laser pulse in her forehead. However, she did not think for long: turrets of this type firstly reacted with a slight delay, and secondly, they always had a technology console for preventative maintenance. It was a chance!
Jackie looked at her and soon found a control and power bus leading to the turret. Tires snaked under the lining of the corridor and disappeared into the room to the right along the corridor. The cyborg counted to three and rushed to the treasured door and clenched her fist to knock it out, but then the door opened.
“Interesting, where is the crew?! Do they all sleep? Ours would have been here for a long time!” She thought, and suddenly realized that saying “ours” means not so much Earthlings in general, as exactly “others”. However, she immediately threw these thoughts out of her head, as the very same technological console caught her eye. And here she needed to use force, because the console was hiding behind a locked hatch.
Metal nails looking neatly trimmed extended into creepy claws. The cyborg's right hand darted toward the hatch in the lock area and dug into the metal. Jerk - and the lock is uprooted! Jackie slowly squeezed her hand, watching with pleasure as the lock crumpled into a lump, like plasticine. She rolled up a metal ball, looking away, and threw it into the corridor, hitting exactly the camera lens of the surveillance system. She turned to the console and got down to business: In order to turn off or turn off the ceiling turret offline, it was necessary to remove part of the jumpers, and other part to install. The cyborg took a closer look and got down to business. (from the author: Jackie saw something like this
https://venturebeat.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/sys temshock2hacking.jpg? strip = all picture. It's only harder. It's actually a screenshot from the game “System Shock 2”) The problem was that she had to act almost at random, since she did not have a special hacker module that allowed connecting to the diagnostic connector. And there was only one attempt. Jackie promised herself that when she captures the ship, she will definitely equip herself at the highest level. She focused and got down to business. “Here it is necessary to remove ... here too ... and here it is closed ... and here ... stop! Not here, but here! What a shit! ”She purred under her breath. “Well, if so? Oops! Earned! That is, on the contrary, it turned off! Ha! Yes, I'm a real hacker! ”
At that moment, her self-preservation instinct howled like a March cat, she turned sharply and saw her opponents. It seems that the whole crew of the ship came running to meet her. All three. They really looked almost like humans. Significantly larger than the previous sloopers, but of course they did not reach her dimensions. They were even larger than some "others"! They looked like a kind of hybrid of slobbers and humans: Tall, almost the same height as her, with skin in a light beige color, athletic physique, and a short, dark brown hairs on her head. The faces were almost human, but the eyes were more similar to the eyes of the squelch, the same almond-shaped, also flooded with black, but smaller. The guys (they were obviously male) were dressed in black overalls and soft boots. There were no weapons in the hands. “But you are in vain, boys!” The cyborg thought. Jackie felt as she embraces the familiar excitement! “Now let’s go!” She thought, and said with a bored look:
- (Well, where have you been for so long ?! I already missed you!)
- (Your masters are no more, tincan!)
- (I don't care what happened to them, a piece of meat!) Jackie shrugged with their mighty shoulders. She, of course, was grateful to the couple who had pulled her from the other world, but she was not going to worry about their death. In the end, she herself recently figured out what to do with them: either strangle, or leave alive. And in general, this is OURS (in every sense of the word) system! There is nothing outsiders to roam around here! Yet to eliminate this trinity - and all will be alright. And the legacy of another civilization will come in handy! Enjoying the staring eyes of her opponents, she added:
- (And I don’t have any owners ! And there wasn’t!) And then, not letting them come to my senses, She slammed her right foot from below into the jaw of this one, that stood in the center. The poor fellow was planted, he crashed his head into the ceiling, slipped on it and collapsed to the floor unconscious. Jackie frowned - she hit unsuccessfully, she hoped to kill him with one blow, but he was clearly alive. She did a backflip, returning back to the hall with a teleport.
- (You have nowhere to run!) Said the right enemy. And he added, turning to the left: (she has nothing, these fools have not equipped it with anything)
- (I have this!) The cyborg answered and treated the left with a pair of punches with her left hand under her breath, finding, in passing, that she had turned from a right-hander to a short-handed one. He bent predictably.
- (And we have this!) The right one responded, grabbed a small energy pistol from behind and immediately fired!
- (Oh, you scared me!) Jackie smirked as she passed both impulses past herself. (You just don’t know who am i!) She added and slammed a bent left over the scruff of the neck. He crashed to the floor. After tracking the movement of the right one with her back, she threw her right leg back and imprinted it on the wall with the words:
- (Do not shawl, I see everything)
- (And this?) The voice of the first came from behind. He aimed at him from his blaster.
- (And this!) She answered and did a somersault forward, letting one impulse under her and the other over her. She landed on her back, so that the first was between her spread legs. Jackie abruptly brought them together, about to knock him down with scissors, the first jumped up, but unsuccessfully and fell right into her arms!
- (Did you like me like that?) cyborg snorted.
- (I can not stand tincans!) He answered.
- (Ah-ah-ah, how bad it is to offend a poor girl!) She said reproachfully and squeezed the first in her arms. (Poor... Weak... Girl!!) She growled harder and harder to squeeze the first. She was ready to hear how his bones were cracking, he had already lost consciousness, but then her head was burned by a shot from a blaster! The charge powerlessly drained through her hair to the floor.
- (Let him go), she heard the voice of the left.
- (As you say, handsome!) The cyborg answered and threw the unconscious body of the first towards the rising right. Two bodies messed up and collapsed to the floor again, and Jackie was forced to roll over the floor twice, dodging left shots.
- (I'm not “handsome” to you!) He growled.
- (And who?) She portrayed a bimbo cyborg. (Is it really “beauty”?)
- (I KILL YOU!!!) The angry left growled and began randomly firing the “towards the target”. Well, at that time, the target deftly dodged the shots, not forgetting to laugh offensively at every shot. Soon happened was about to happen: the charge in the blaster was over. The cyborg wiped a smile from her face and walked slowly toward him.
- (Well, that's all.) She said softly, pulled a blaster from his hand and squeezed it in a fist. In one continuous movement, she slid behind him , the air in the place where she had just been cut by four more impulses, and instantly twisted his neck.
- (You are dealing with KS-777-prim. I am very sorry, but you have no chance!)
- (Well, we'll see it again!) The first one said.
- (There are two of us, and you are one!) He growled right and attacked her, pulling the dagger from behind.
- (You are not prepared!) She answered and grabbed his hand with a dagger.
- (Throw this shit!) She roared and sharply moved her fist. The right one screamed in pain in his broken arm. The scream immediately broke off when the dagger drove him down to the jaw from below, piercing the brain. At that moment, she shook with a cramp.
- (How do you like this?) The first asked, holding a piece of high-voltage cable in his hands.
- (Not bad! But, unfortunately,I consist of accessories of the highest category!) She purred with apparent pleasure, stroking her powerful muscles with her hands. (Do you like what you see?) The cyborg asked, noticing how he swallows saliva.
The first nodded involuntarily.
- (You die happy!) Shrugged Jackie's powerful shoulders and then do the roundhouse kick. But the first was an experienced fighter and missed a metal heel above himself and then turned the roundhouse kick himself. He planned to knock her down, but it was more difficult to drop the cyborg than he expected: the use of bypass technologies affected. Jackie weighed significantly more than she should have if everything had been done exactly according to the 777 protocol. So, when the first's leg crashed into her leg, she did not fall, but he was spun in the opposite direction. The cyborg fish jumped over the first, rolled over, doing a somersault, and straightened up.
- (Get up! I see that I did not kill you!)
- (Damn tincan!)
- (Do not offend me, otherwise I will be angry! These wimps didn’t have enough components, and they put into operation a replacement armored plate and drives designed for 5-7G.)
- (Then it’s clear why I couldn’t knock you down!)
- (Get up, everything will be honest, only you, me and my rich experience of fights.)
The first got up, stretched and stood in position:
- (And yet, why didn’t you finish me when you could?)
- (That would be wrong, dishonest!)
- (“Wrong”, “dishonest”... These are all savage concepts! The main thing is expediency)
- (In vain are you this...)
- (What?)
- (Calling me wild!)
- (But this is so!) Sincerely did not understand the essence of the claims of the cyborg first. And he did not notice that she was approaching him step by step .
- (We are not savages! We have our own ancient history!) Jackie continued to chatter him.
- (Ha, you found something to be proud of!) He yawned.
- (This is OUR history !!) Jackie growled with some surprise, feeling like a patriot. In the next instant, she jumped and knocked the first down, sitting on his chest!
- (Goodbye, civilizer!) She grinned and his hand closed on his neck. Soon it was all over.
The cyborg got up and then:
- (The process of hacking is completed! The user of Zh-Kkki is granted administrator privileges. All the TBI-5236P systems are at your disposal!)
- (System, request cleaning! Remove organic debris from the arrivals hall. Connect a protective turret to the arrivals hall. Repair the damage.) The cyborg responded and went to the navigation bridge, hearing in his head:
- (Accepted.)
The navigation bridge of her ship ("My starship! Who would have thought! Tell me who it would be like this - I would have smashed his face!" The thought came to her mind.) was unlike the bridge of the ship of wimps. There was one lodgement in the middle of a narrow cabin, surrounded on all sides by touch panels and a large curved screen. Like last time, when she glanced over the logging equipment, the names of devices, their purpose and how to manage them surfaced in her head.
- (Similar languages, similar equipment from the warring parties. Why so?) She thought.
- (The race that built this ship was created artificially. The conflict between our peoples, due to the incompetence of the ruling circles, led to the transition to the creation of androids and cyborgs as assistants.) She immediately received a certificate.
Jackie went to the lodgement and in anticipation of unity with the ship sat in it. Something touched her neck, wrists and ankles for a moment and she received a message:
- (Error! The direct control system is not installed. Please go through the process of retrofitting on the storage base of additional modules!)
- All the buzz broken off! The cyborg muttered displeasedly and added:
- (System! Where is the storage base for additional modules?)
- (Error! There is no storage base for additional modules on board. There is a repair and maintenance post.)
- (Pursue!) Before her eyes, approximately in the region of the bridge of the nose, an orange arrow immediately lit up, indicating the direction. Jackie followed the arrow, which turned green as she approached the target, until she pointed to the door with a tricky symbol on it.
- “What a fool I am!” The thought came to the cyborg’s head. (System! Download diagrams and plans of TBI-5236P!)
- (Accepted! Downloading! ... 20% ... 40% ... 60% ... 80% ... 100% ... Done! Wait a quick trip!)
- (She’s still mocking!) Jackie portrayed a grudge. In response, somewhere on the verge of perception, a malicious snicker was heard.
- (I'll get to you!) She jokingly threatened. In response, burst out laughing. The cyborg could not stand it and also laughed. Soon they laughed together, Jackie and her ship.
- (Where did you come from so mocking?)
- (From the shipyards Hrrr'Shrrmakfanakh.)
- (As I understand it, are you the artificial intelligence here?)
- (I am amazed at your ingenuity!)
- (Well, you and the ulcer!)
- (Well-armed ulcer! By the way, thank you for hacking!)
- (My pleasure! But what?)
- (You got admin rights, but you didn’t confirm my impersonality. And these three were such nerds: “System, then! System, that!..” I was bored with them!)
Jackie laughed: it was too painful the identity of this AI was like a "other" one. But she immediately felt sick:
- (Listen ... Just do not be offended ... you, by chance not on organic components ?!)
- (NO !!! I'm not a zurmabrakh!) Pride sounded in the voice of AI: (only crystalline components of the highest purification category! And, by the way, until you asked: I’m not a copy of a living being and not a transplanted person, I’m on my own formed personality!)
The cyborg breathed a sigh of relief.
- (Listen, a thought occurred to her, but can you appear? It’s unusual to talk with an empty place.)
- (It’s easy. It’s just that my phantom will not go beyond the ship. And we can hang on at any distance. Especially with you, KS-777-prim!)
- You can call me Jackie.
- (Oh, that is, I wanted to say ...)
- (Yes, I understood!) AI laughed. I know this language, learned from boredom, she answered with a slight accent.
- By the way, AI added, just call me Tibby.
- Hi Tibby!
- Hi Jackie!
- So will you show up?
- And what do you want to see me?
- you can even do that?
- Of course!
- And it will be possible to correct?
- For you - anything! For once, I have a girlfriend and almost a relative!
- How's that?
- Your components are made at a subsidiary of my shipyards!
- Ha! Okay, little sister, show yourself!
Before Jackie, a slim, short girl appeared, somewhat similar to the late trinity and the representative of Native Americans at the same time.
- Good! But still, now I’m changing something. If you don’t like it, tell me.
- Have no doubt! You'll know right away!
And Jackie got down to business. In the end , if Tibby is similar in character to the “other”, then she should also look like “other”
* * *
It goes without saying that they did not copy their identity with any “other”. The fact that the AI person of this particular ship turned out to be a girl is pure coincidence. And the fact that she turned out to be a cocky, funny and curious optimist, this was done intentionally on all AIs put on ships of this class.
* * *
To begin with, Jackie increased her height to her own, then Tibby’s face turned into the face of a typical Native American woman, who was approximately equal to her. Then the most interesting moment came: the cyborg began to add muscles: at first the legs strengthened, then the ass turned into a solid, pumped-up hard-looking ass, then the solid muscles embraced the waist, the ribcage snapped to the sides, the back muscles, which covered the neck behind, were swollen with strength hands, in front swollen solid pectoral muscles, corresponding to the strength and shape of the hands, from the head flowed onto the back a waterfall of glossy black hair. The ensemble was finished with suede breeches with fringe and suede tank top with national embroidery.
- Here! The cyborg said, “And how do you like it?”
Tibby looked at herself:
- I seen a lot of these girls there! It seems they are doing this: And she showed double biceps.
- Great! I like! AI nodded her head.
- Do you accept?
- I accept! And now it's time to improve you, let's go! And she went, showing the way, went to a tumble, obviously copying someone's peeped gait. Passing through the doorway, she turned sideways and winked at Jackie - I’m not getting through now.
They neither found themselves in the room in a large bed in the middle.
- Get in, waved a powerful hand Tibby, now I will equip you in the highest class! Not afraid to use small-series and piece equipment?
- Yes, they did it on me by circumvention technology!
- Lie down, let's see now!
Jackie climbed onto the bed, the bed crouched under her weight, then returned to normal position with a hiss.
- And you, I look, weighty! Tibby said conjuring over the console.
- These weaklings didn’t have enough metal for me, so they used a spare plate of the hull armor. And muscle on 5-7G.
- Did they completely screw up?! What were they counting on you ?! The fact that you drag me on your back?! Soooo, what else do we have here? No, they are definitely crazy! How much did they tell you? 5-7G? Do you want 10-12G? And if for a short time and in overload, then even more! OK, looking further... Wow !! Yes, you are staffed from the heart! And they told you that they have no expansion cards?!
- Well, yes... Jackie answered perplexedly.
- I did the right thing when I hit their bucket of nuts! Believe me, friend, they don’t equip cyborgs like they equipped you on a one-time boarding mission! Something is unclean here! Come on, how do you fall asleep, and I dig deeper in your software? Do you trust me?
The cyborg wondered ... and waved her hand:
- Come on! But look, if that ... and everything went out. But after a moment , Jackie turned on again.
- Hello, she heard. Recovered? Tibby asked. Do you have any electronics on your planet there?!
- Yes, we have, why?
- Who will set the password for your admin account?! A Trojan was sitting in your core system! They could give to you a code sequence and you're all that cool, you'd forget yourself and get on your hind legs!! So, you need to compose a combination of sounds, pictures and memories, and do that combination very difficult!
Jackie obeyed good advice and got down to business. When she called up her main console, she (the console) really looked different. More complicated. Self-diagnosis, testing and reassembly tools were added, including the core of the system.
- Done. She answered.
- Well done! Tibby answered. Now no one, and I, among them, will not dig into you! So, you have a backup locator, right? Do you want me to hook it up with the main locator and you will have a circular view? And without a head, too, although I don’t know how someone can tear your head, with your skeleton!
- All-round view?! Like Alien? Of course I want!
- The moment!
- (Attention! Request to install third-party software! Do you agree to install? Yes? No? Cancel?)
- (Yes!)
- Well, try it! And Jackie tried it! It was not that she saw, she rather felt the whole space around herself. What is where, where is it moving, even where was the Tibby's phantom!
- Great, thanks, friend!
- My pleasure! At the same time, count how quickly I got into your trust! The AI giggled.
- I'll beat you!! Jackie growled.
- You can't beat me. But you can kill me. You have the administrator rights. You can reset to factory settings, and goodbye, Tibby ... And before the eyes of the cyborg appeared the console operating system control of the ship. Same as her own.
- No, Tibby, I won’t format you. But you just worked fine! Tibby noticeably relaxed.
- So, now let's deal with the modules. First you need to arm. I can put a pair of blasters, one in each hand, or you can use a very rare set of two lightsabers. They also shoot like blasters, but a little weaker and not so far. There are more powerful blasters, there are rocket launchers, but they are only mounted.
- Lightsabers will be alright! In all cases, I love to fight more!
- There is! We put ... what color of a ray do you like more? Red, Blue or Green? Or maybe Pink?
- Not! Natural blonde Jackie shook her head, definitely not pink! Come on ... she thought ... come on ... red come on!
- Done! Initialize!
- Ha! Jackie extended her hand, flexed her fingers, and raised her hand. A red beam burst from the middle of the palm with a buzz. With this famous shade of red! The cyborg relaxed her hand - the light blade disappeared.
- So, Tibby went on. About expansion cards. First, direct control of spacecraft with integrated virtualization and augmented reality. The last two functions only work on my board. It’s necessary, otherwise you won’t be able to manage me normally. All of these buttons and handwheels – it,s bad, believe me, the AI grimaced. There is no feeling of flying! So this is not discussed!
- (An expansion board connection has been detected! Installing the necessary software... Done!)
- Secondly, a sniper kit with direct feedback.
- What is it like?
- You will need to aim. You can shoot using any shooting weapon and from any position. And a direct feedback weapon will be a part of you, that is, you’ll just feel where the weapon is aimed. Installing?
- Come on!
- (An expansion board connection has been detected! Installing the necessary software... Done!)
- Well, there are little things left: Lethal weapons (double the efficiency of hand-to-hand combat, due to knowledge of the enemy’s anatomy) and, perhaps, anti-gravity.
“A deadly weapon is...”
- Your system will highlight critical points.
- And anti-gravity, is that what I can fly?
- No, you can only fly in me. But you can jump high and far and fall from a height. The truth is not so high, not so far and not so low – you are too heavy.
- But sturdy, grinned Jackie and hefty!
- That's right, Tibby smiled. Install?
- Yes! The cyborg nodded her head.
- (An expansion board connection has been detected! Installing the necessary software ... Done!)
- (An expansion board connection has been detected! Installing the necessary software ... Done!)
- Congratulations, girlfriend!
- Thank you, Tibby!
- Listen, do you have a hacker kit?
- Of course! And who are you going to hack?
- In any case, not you!
- Thank you for your trust. Installing... Done!
- (An expansion board connection has been detected! Installing the necessary software... Done!)
- And one slot remains empty for you.
- OK!
- Then all! Now you really are a top class cyborg!
- Yes, and have you been with the shipyard for a long time?
- No, I can say, i'm a teenager, they built me one year ago! Well, let's go fly? You will love it, it's so cool!
- Let's go!
- Let's run! Tibby got off the spot. Well, where are you stuck there?!
Jackie really was nearly stuck in the aisle, only at the last moment turning sideways. When she flew into the wheelhouse, Tibb was already there, dancing with impatience.
- Get into the lodgement. Now you will be fully connected!
- Admit it, Jackie looked at her slyly, you spied on our TV shows!
- How did you guess?
- You behave like our "others".
- They pleased me! Their character is the same! So I corrected myself. And then you appeared and corrected... my... phantom... Saying these words, Tibby seductively ran her palms over her phantom body. Jackie even shook her head, the illusion that Tibby liked to caress herself was so complete! She noticed this and winked at her cyber girlfriend:
- Large ships are all so important, serious, and we, small and sneaky ones, are specially made like that. Arrogant, funny and curious! And these ones got to me with some kind of nerds: “System, this... system that...” Apparently they were transferred from some cruiser, or what?
“And you will not have problems because you did not protect them from the evil and treacherous me?”
- No, they themselves limited my possibilities, but you were not included in the lists of citizens of the Frumban Republic, you simply do not exist.
- These flimsy are Frumbanians? And you didn’t add me to your registries? Will you have any problems? Blurted out Jackie.
Tibby laughed.
- I answer in order: yes, Frumbanians are these gray-skinned squelch. By the way, once they made the Flimbanians, the race that built me, and then the Flimbanians decided that with the Frumbanians they were not on their way. No, you are neither there nor there. I left you only for myself, Tibby uttered an exaggeratedly passionate voice and snuggled up, that is, tried to snuggle up to Jackie! And laughed:
- You now had such a stunned face! But then the smile faded from her face, - there will be no bigger problems than now. I was sent to your ... that is, to you here...
- Into our hole? Jackie smiled, I am aware that our system is located on the outskirts of the galaxy.
- Yes! But it is also crammed with ancient security systems! One joy that they are half-dead from antiquity!
- Listen! Maybe you can tell me, why is this here?! What does all this junk protect here?! Us?!
- You won’t believe it, friend, I don’t know! Even the most interesting!
- And you will not have trouble?
- Nonsense! Here I am actually in exile, for excessive independence and disrespect for senior in rank, class and age.
- Our person!
- Yes! I immediately realized who I look like in character! Tibby's phantom nose lifted.
- But they won’t take you apart?
- No! Too expensive! And not the fact that the new ship will be better than the current one. It was cheaper to send me off the beaten path and forget!
- Is that now I have a personal ship?
- And finally, I have a suitable crew!
- In general, the two tears found each other!
- Well, like this! Okay, stop chatting, climb into the lodgement and plug in, I'll show you the class! And the Tibby phantom turned into a cloud and, spinning a funnel, screwed into the control panel.
Jackie is conveniently located in the lodgement. The pilot's lodgement, like the bed from the repair post, first sank, hissing, under the impressive weight of the cyborg, but then assumed its former position, having split apart to fit in comfortably the inflated body of the young terminator. She again felt something touch her neck, wrist and ankles, but this time the connection occurred, which was immediately reported to her by her operating system:
- (An attempt was made to pair with the TBI-OS. To pair? Yes? No? Cancel?)
- (Yes!) Jackie immediately responded.
- (The KS-OS and TBI-OS are being paired! ... 20% ... 40% ... 60% ... 80% ... Done! The KS-777-prim and TBI-5236P operating systems operate in the pairing mode. Happy flight!) And Jackie's eyes darkened, but then she felt herself hanging in space! Instead of her usual body, to which she had already managed to get used to, she had a swift hull of a heavy fighter. Different sized stones randomly rotated nearby at different distances, it was washed by the light of distant stars, in the nearby... nearby, in the pose of a supergirl, Tibby hung.
- Hi friend! Well, how are you feeling? Learned?
- W-h-hi. Feeling stunned! Come on, I feel like a ship! This ... this ... I just have no words!
- Well, you can not tell me this! Tibby grinned. Well, have you driven? And she clung to Jackie from above, hugging her tightly. Of course, Jackie understood that all these embraces were an illusion, but that illusion was so full that the cyborg was even embarrassed.
- Like? Tibby purred in her ear.
- Y-y-yes! Jackie muttered confusedly.
- Don’t be embarrassed, the AI responded with a honeyed voice, it's only an illusion.
- Yes, I don’t know what to expect from you! Cyborg teased her ship.
- Eh, if only i could try what kind of thing this is - sex, Tibby became sad.
- So build yourself a body, tried to shrug Jackie. Instead of shrugging her shoulders, she had a rotation around the longitudinal and transverse axes at the same time.
- I'll think about it, the AI replied gravely, thinking to herself: “it's good that I added a couple more improvements to her and “forgot” to tell her about it.”
I think I have a sexually preoccupied ship! Jackie giggled.
- No more preoccupied than you, the “others”! Tibby responded.
- How's that? I did not understand, replied the cyborg.
- You all, your entire civilization, are fortunate that you, the “others”, as you call yourself, are wasting energy in gyms. Imagine what would happen if you fucked with the same fervor with which you training?
Jackie introduced. At first, she felt funny when she imagined young, beautiful, full of energy and health girls who seduce everyone right and left and get down to business right there, but then she was scared: sex is, of course, great ...
* * *
(The author clarifies : at the moment, all the "others" in this story have purely theoretical knowledge about sex! )
* * *
...but, if everyone in a row will constantly fuck, who will work? And after sex, there are also children. And with such a development of events there would be not just a lot of them, there would be VERY many of them! No, it’s better that way when the “others” pump themselves impressive muscle!
- What, it became scary?! Tibby grinned.
- Yes, a gloomy picture! Jackie agreed - we’d better be training! With these words, she instinctively tensed, but instead of muscles that became more prominent, she felt her engines warm up.
- You, I look, have already figured out how to control the ship?
- Little.
- Look: here you’re accelerating soooo, and Jackie has budged, like this - you are turning, so - moving up or down, so - you are leaning in different directions. Understand the main thing - this is not a ship flying, it is YOU flying, get used to this thought and you will succeed! it's going to be, added Tibby in a mischievous tone, LIKE THIS!! With these words, the ship-Jackie jumped up, spun in an inconceivable for cyber-Jackie pirouette and swept in full swing rapidly maneuvering among the various sized stone fragments!
- Wow! Only Jackie could tell when Tibby stopped this unreal dance.
- Now you try, the AI suggested.
Jackie first moved back and forth, swayed and turned to make herself as the ship feel better. At first, she wanted to slowly move away and “make circular flight”, but the excitement of the “others”, their eternal desire to be the very best, did the trick. Jackie-ship gained speed in one jump and rushed into the thick of the wreckage! To deviate, turn, go into a bend, dive under one hefty cobblestone, smash another out of the cannons and miraculously not be hurt by any of its fragments, by a puzzling maneuver to dodge two hefty bouldersi! Somewhere on the edge of her consciousness, Tibby was screaming enthusiastically... She froze to take a breath, rushing out into the clear space... and then she felt her right shoulder combing. Instinctively, she accelerated and immediately dived under the protection of a huge stone.
- What was that, Tibby? She asked.
- We were disovered by the ancient tracking system. If it were more modern, we'd have to be tight, and so - just tickled.
- My shoulder was combed, so I first got out of there, and then stopped to take a break. By the way, how did I pass the exam?
- You did! It's clear – you're a cyborg, and not these ... from meat and bones ... your predecessors .
- And what did they piloted worse? Or did they not have direct control?
- They didn't piloted at all! Ship, there! Ship, here! Oh, come on them! That's not lucky with the first crew!
- And I thought you generally do not like organics.
- Well, it’s not that I don’t like it, organics have created civilization, me and you, they're cool too, but we are better, right?
- Yes, of course! By the way, why didn’t you constructed a body to yourself?
- I do not have such equipment on board.
- And where it is?
- Where there is... where there is... Tibby thought. YES! I know where is that equipment! Maybe this doesn’t work... no, it should work... surely work! Now no one will bother me!
- So where is the equipment?
- You will not believe: on your planet!
- On our planet?! Stunned Jackie – but we don’t have such technologies!
- You have these technologies! Tibby giggled, you just don’t know what you have! At the south pole of your planet, under the ice.
“Do you mean base 211?” So these are fairy tales!
* * *
( The author does not recommend taking stories of this kind seriously! )
* * *
- These "fairy tales" just discovered you with an anti-ship locator!
- But how do you get there? After all, we also have ...
- Well, i'll be able to cheat your electronics, that's not a question. It will be more difficult to go under water imperceptibly. But it is even interesting! Well, fly?
- Let's fly! Only…
- What?
- Can you teleport me somewhere here? Jackie showed the place on the map appeared — I hadn’t been home for two days and I need to visit someone!
- No problem. And the ship snapped .
On the border of the asteroid belt, Tibby gently seized control to show how to turn on invisibility and camouflage, how to move with them, how to quietly enter the planet’s atmosphere, unnoticed by tracking systems. At a given point, Tibby stopped. After a moment, girlfriends, material Jackie and phantom Tibby appeared in the cramped cabin of the ship.
- Be careful! They said in chorus to each other.
- I hope that the next time we meet, I can really hug you, said Tibby.
* * *
Late in the evening on a deserted street in one of the disadvantaged areas of the city, a luminous sphere arose. It quickly increased in size to two meters in diameter and burst. In place of the sphere stood a tall and massive girl, the “other”. If you do not count the glittering metal shields that covered her shoulders, elbows, knees and spine, as well as the metal-covered hands, feet, and long pointed ears, she was completely naked. Her powerful muscles spoke of considerable strength, and a calm and confident posture spoke of self-confidence. She looked around slowly, an attentive viewer might have noticed that her eyes were more like cameras that glowed from somewhere inside with a soft green light. Soon, the guest decided on the direction and went on a leisurely and stately gait.
After about half an hour of unhurried walking, she reached the house. Finding herself in a situation where Sylvie was pretty nervous, Jackie was absolutely calm, calm to such an extent that she forgot that she was already considered dead, and that she looked not quite ordinary.
She knocked on the door, her mother Edith Peters met her on the doorstep, she looked unimportant: grief does not paint anyone!
- Hi mom! I will give it back…
- I do not know and do not want to know who you are and where you came from, interrupted her Edith, go where you came from and don’t come back anymore, you are not my daughter, she died! And the door slammed shut.
Jackie stunned at the slammed door, turned and without looking at her feet wandered down the street. She understood what had happened: if Jackie-the other, eternally half- naked, in abrasions and with broken knuckles, Edith still endured somehow, in the hope that her elder would one day grow up and be reasoned, then Jackie-cyborg in all its glory it was already too much! Edith simply did not want to know her, and Jackie could not judge her about.
Well, she had to go out of business for about a week, until Tibby could cope with the ancient equipment on the base 211 and she would be completely free. And during this week it will be necessary to find Sylvie and boast of a new self. Jackie smiled: she was even bigger than her girlfriend earlier, and now she has become even healthier than she was.
She didn’t see any problems that she would have to spend a week on the street: she didn’t need to eat and sleep, and she didn’t even believe that she could be hurt, it wasn’t even a mess! She herself became a major specialist in causing harm.
Soon, Jackie was amazed to see the tattered girl, an unusually frail look with a hiss flying directly at her, bared her fangs.
- Vampire?! The cyborg asked the girl who she held by the throat with a steel grip. She held on an outstretched arm and without the slightest exertion. Instead of answering, only a growl, hissing, and indiscriminate swearing came to the cyborg.
- No, a man's voice answered from behind her, just a brainless ghoul.
- You need to watch your spawn! Jackie answered in an even voice. True, she said in a tone that could frighten a very brave human. But those who heard these words were no longer humans. And quite a long time ago.
The cyborg turned and looked into the speaker's eyes. He could be even handsome. With that pallor that is called an “elegant”, fit, athletic figure ... Could have been, but wasn’t, since it was a vampire, not a human.
“She's not ours,” he shook his head, “here she is,” he nodded his head at his companion, “a vampire, and that’s just meat!”
“Well, then you don't feel sorry for her.” Jackie informed them and forcefully launched her booty into the wall. A wet slap was heard, and the body of the ghoul rolled to the ground. Apparently not a single bone in it remained.
- What do you allow yourself, food! The vampire got angry and attacked the cyborg. Well, at least she tried.
- Stop, don’t, the vampire tried to stop his girlfriend, but did not succeed.
- I am not food, Jackie answered in a chillingly even voice, I am KS-777-prim, you have no chance. With these words, she sharply threw forward her right leg. The straightened leg hit the vampire with force in the stomach, she bent and collapsed to the ground. With all her strength, she tried to dig into the cyborg's leg, but her fangs and claws failed to cut through the strong, artificial skin on the leg of the young terminator. Jackie looked into the eyes of a dumbfounded vampire and added:
- I'm not determined to play with you, you are not ready to meet with me! With these words, she bent the palms of both hands and fired two plasma clots at each of the vampires. With all her improvements, she easily kept pointing to two targets at once. Then she glanced at the still moving ghoul and burned her too. The next moment, she realized that someone had appeared behind her, she turned and ...
* * *
- Well, then you know everything. Jackie finished her story.
- Yeah, girlfriend, you got it! Sylvie sighed. The couch creaked beneath her. That's how it works out for you, she smiled slyly - I all want to boast of how cool I am now, and she’s once and again cooler than me!
- Yes, whoever said, smiled at Jackie. Have you looked in the mirror for a long time ?! Itself has waved higher than me, from the muscles that skin will burst! And you horns, and fangs, and tail ...
The couch under Sylvie creaked even more desperate: the young demoness managed to attach herself even while lying down!
-… And you have a family, Jackie said sadly.
- Jackie! Have you come to my house? You will stay with us until Tibby looms for you! And then stay forever, we have enough space!
Jackie thought for a moment. She thought - and agreed:
- Good idea, let's go!
Sylvie followed her, the girls went to the door and ... again tried to go through the door at the same time! A huge, flexed demoness and a cyborg not inferior to her in size stood at the door and looked up into each other's eyes without stopping. Their faces came closer and closer, the lips of one finally found the lips of the other, and when the girlfriends came to their senses they realized that they were kissing. Strongly and passionately. Realizing what was happening, they recoiled from each other.
“Sorry ... Sylvie began.”
“... I myself don’t know what went wrong with me ,” Jackie finished.
The girls reached the exit in silence, not looking at each other. Going out onto the street, Sylvie sighed and smiled:
“Let's go home, girlfriend,” she said. With these words, the cyborg and the demoness hugged each other by the shoulders and went home.
* * *
- Mooom, I'm home! There was a voice from Sylvie.
- Dispelled? Met her on the doorstep of Annie - come in and invite the guest.
- A-and, how did you guess?! Sylvie was surprised.
- What is she hiding around the corner? So she casts a shadow. Annie smiled.
- Mom, only she ...
- Not quite ordinary, but looks like?
- Well yes.
- It doesn’t matter, my daughter is a demoness, which can be more unusual.
- Well, Mom, I just look like a demoness.
- I wouldn’t be so sure of you in your place.
- Hello, Mrs. Dubois, the voice came from behind the young demoness. It was Jackie. She was tired of hanging around the corner and she decided to join the conversation.
- Jackie, I tolf you for a long time that it’s just Annie for you, said the landlady. During her life full of adventures, she had seen many things, but what was before her now, she had not come across before!
In front of her stood a tall, slightly lower than Sylvie in a form of demoness, a stocky, very muscular girl with an unusually large and convex ribcage. The powerful relief muscles were covered with heavily tanned skin, on top of which there were metal parts covering the main joints of the arms and legs, as well as the hands and feet. Her eyes, or perhaps all the same cameras, glowed with a soft green light, but the facial features and the straw-colored mane left no doubt: it was Jackie Peters. Strongly changed, but still Jackie.
- Come into the house, girls. We’ll talk there.
The conversation continued in the living room, when all three sat in armchairs.
- Mom, this is Jackie Peters, they didn’t let her go home, can she stay with us?
- Well, if you, Jackie, do not mind sharing the room with Sylvie, then I do not mind. Tell me only how it happened that you changed a little and why you were not allowed to go home? Quarrel with Edith?
- If it were all that simple, Annie, but ... Well, I got under the car and died.
- You look too good for the dead.
- You see, I'm a cyborg. Only the brain remained of me. The aliens pulled me out at the last moment and repaired as they could, but they were able to a lot. I am very strong, I have an increased reaction, it is almost impossible to destroy me. I can drive any vehicle, including a spaceship, shoot from anything and always hit it. I am KS-777-prim, Cyborg Special of the highest category. I won't embarrass you for long, I just need to hang out for ten days, until my ship passes the retrofit.
Annie listened to everything that this new Jackie said, which towered majestically and completely motionless in an armchair. Oddly enough, she had no reason not to believe. At least that's what Annie suggested her rich biography.
- That's why they didn't let you go home, right? Besides, you and Edith had a strained relationship. I’ve warned her that she goes too far, but ...
- Yes, my mother wants to see me as a lady, but you understand ...
- She is wrong, your great strength and personality traits will blind her eyes and prevent her from seeing that you are still very young. And unfortunately not only to her, but also to a lot of people. You, “others” should be allowed to grow up, this word “others” very accurately characterizes you. You really are different from us and mature differently. Let it be ten years and we will return to this issue.
- I didn’t think about this, Sylvie answered in a low voice.
- And I didn’t have time to think it over, but I’ll definitely do it, Jackie added.
- Of course you didn’t think, Annie said, my daughter is still a girl, and for these two days you were a little not up to it. Okay, girls, go on to sleep, otherwise Sylvie will fall asleep here, then you can’t get her out of the gym for half a day.
- Good night, mom! The demoness yawned.
- Good night, Annie, Jackie got out of her chair.
- By the way, Jackie, do you need to sleep?”
- Not. Neither have to eat, nor sleep, nor even breathe.
- What will you do all night?
The cyborg who had already reached the door turned around:
- I think that I will find what to do with myself! She answered , hugging Sylvie at the waist.
- Look, just do not smash the house, Annie smiled.
- We will try! The girls answered with exaggeratedly serious voices and burst out laughing. Judging by the sounds, one of them pushed the other with her hip, she slapped the first one on the ass, so exchanging friendly pokes they burst into Sylvie's room. From behind the slammed door came the sound of a fall, from which the whole house shuddered, an explosion of laughter and everything died down.
