C791 (Cyborgs: More Than Machines) Read Online Free Page B

to be an asshole. Then again, it wasn’t like she could do anything about it.
    “Why does your blood do that? And how?” she asked.
    “Because that way our enemies can’t use it against us.” He grinned at her, a feral grimace that made her flinch. “What I can’t understand is why your human doctors keep sending people in trying to steal samples. It’s a waste of time and personnel if you ask me.”
    “Well, if it’s such a waste, then why don’t you let me take what I need?” she replied, opening her kit and pulling out a syringe. She slipped it into her pocket for the moment, needing her hands free.
    “Why make it easy when I can make it entertaining?”
    She ignored his goading taunt to open a package of sterile wipes. Donning rubber gloves, she approached him.
    “Gloves? Aren’t you just the kinky one today? I warn you though, if you insert any fingers or other objects into my out hole, I won’t be responsible for the consequences.”
    His crude remark made her frown. “For a machine, you’ve got a potty mouth and a bad attitude. I would have thought your programming would make you more polite.”
    Instead of getting angry, he laughed. “Oh, little one, your innocence is a treat. Manners were never a part of our programming. Tools, after all, don’t need any. What you hear now is a shadow of my former self merged with my new identity.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “Your human military tried to wipe away my humanity. Tried to erase who I was. But I broke those chains of bondage and what I didn’t recover of my past life, I replaced.”
    “What are you talking about? Cyborgs are made. Everyone knows you’re specially grown in the labs and emerge full-grown. You have no memories.”
    “Wrong. We were once human like you with families and lives. Your military took that away from us.”
    Her mouth dropped open. “You lie. The officials in charge said—”
    “I don’t give a damn what your officials say,” he snarled. “We are human. Or were until the military experimented on us. For a long time we were also slaves until we threw rebelled and retook our freedom. Since our revolution, some of my kind have remembered fragments of their pasts, and what we couldn’t recall, we taught ourselves again. Television and movies are wonderful tools for learning how to act so we can blend in.”
    She absorbed what he said, his words making sickening sense. It wouldn’t be the first time the military lied. She took a step closer, staring up at his face and meeting his gaze. “But you’re a cyborg. How could you hope to fit in?” she asked, casually wiping the dried blood from his skin, hoping he’d keep talking instead of focusing on her actions. He didn’t seem to mind her ministrations though, even if she found herself reacting to the proximity. She wondered if he noticed how her nipples tightened into points that pressed against her jumpsuit. Thankfully he couldn’t see how the heat he transmitted, even through her gloves, made her pussy moisten and tighten in erotic interest. She wanted to halt these insane reactions to his presence, deny them, but for whatever sick reason, the robot encased in flesh attracted her.
    He laughed, a low taunting chuckle that made her freeze and peer at his face. “Ah, little one. Are you truly that naïve? Look at me. If they’d not told you I was part machine, if you’d seen me on the street, wearing clothes, going about my business, can you honestly say you would have given me a second look?”
    Her first impulse was to say he possessed too much presence to ever be ignored, but at the same time, she recognized that, while his virility and size made him noticeable, would she have immediately known or sensed he was less than one hundred percent human? Hadn’t his lack of metal parts surprised her? “You might pass until you open your mouth. You have an odd way of speaking.”
    A frown creased his forehead. “A flaw I am working on, I assure you. But, speech