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than any human male?
    For some reason, the military never neutered its cyborg soldiers. Some of his kind theorized that the naturally produced testosterone was the main reason, because without it, they proved less aggressive. Whatever the reason, Joe thanked the scientists who let them keep their cocks and balls. Because, freed of their bonds, the one thing the cyborgs discovered, as they took back their lives and gave themselves identities, was they liked to fuck. Even better, because they could absorb information in seconds, oftentimes downloading it straight from computers, they could quickly analyze any situation, even a sexual one, adapt their technique, and ensure victory for themselves and the female they were pleasuring.
    So, cocky seeming or not, when Joe thought he could make the little nurse’s cheeks flush in desire as he pounded her soft flesh, it was more than fantasy. He knew he could make it fact, wanted to actually, with a deep-seated need he’d not felt since his quest for liberation.
    The stunning realization shocked him, but not for long. If there was one thing cyborgs did well, it was adapt. In his case, he adapted his whole escape plan because it seemed his initial scheme required modification so he could bring along a passenger.
     

Chapter Two
     
    You need to get him to talk and get as many samples as you can. All kinds of samples, if you get what I mean.
    The orders echoed in her head as she returned to see the cyborg, her commanding officer’s implication not lost on her. She should have been disgusted. Outraged at the very least. Instead, a part of her wondered if a cyborg’s sexual needs were the same as the men she’d known in the past. Chloe was no virgin, not even close. Her many sexual conquests were a blur in her mind, not all of them pleasant. Women in her position often didn’t have a choice of saying no. She learned years ago to just let it happen. The less she fought, the less she got hurt. Sometimes. But she wouldn’t think of that now. She had other more pressing problems to dwell on, the biggest one being a six-foot-six killer.
    Arriving at the checkpoint, the same fresh-faced private from before let her through, but as she reached the outside of the prisoner’s cage, she stopped dead. Hanging in his restraints, head bowed, was the cyborg. Traces of dried blood marred his skin, while red puckered wounds dotted his chest.
    “What happened to you?” she gasped.
    The cyborg raised his head, his tanned skin of before now waxy and pale. Through stiff lips he said, “Happened? More of your scientist’s tests, little one. This particular one, the remnants of which you see, is used to discover what I can endure without dying and how quickly I can regenerate flesh.”
    Her eyes flicked up and down his torso, noting his almost healed wounds. “But I was here just yesterday. These look like you’ve been healing for weeks.”
    A mocking smile curved his lips. “Isn’t science marvelous? Now if only you humans could figure out a way to harness the nanobots in my blood without becoming cyborgs yourselves.”
    “Your blood can make us into machines?” Her horror came through loud and clear.
    He laughed, a mirthless sound that sent a shiver up her spine. “No. The nanobots are useless without a BCI. So fear not, I am not some contagious monster out to convert all humans into cyborg.”
    Speaking of blood, drops of it peppered the floor. As if sensing the direction of her thoughts he said, “I wouldn’t bother trying to collect any of that. One of the fabulous properties of my blood is it becomes inert and useless seconds after leaving my body.”
    Hearing this explained how her small sample of the day before had proved useless before she got it to the lab. But annoyance did imbue her as she recalled the dressing down she’d gotten for not being more careful with her collection method. That bastard. Just because Dr. Drossinger ran the science department didn’t give him the right