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taking down just one, it was thought best if we kept some to experiment on. I hope you don t have any on board, John/Seth exclaimed. A few, but you needn t worry about them. We keep them closely guarded. John/Seth clutched at his chest with a dramatic gasp. Aren t you afraid they ll escape and take over the ship? We have fail safes already in place for such eventualities. In the case of an incident, the vessel is programmed to self-destruct. But what of the crew? Jerry s lips twisted. Apparently, the lives of a few are considered a small price to pay for the knowledge we might glean. It s why all testing is done either on a spaceship or on remote planets. But enough talk about those murdering bots. You won t be seeing any during your stay. Testing is done under heavy guard and only authorized personnel are allowed near them. Are you one of them? Jerry s chest puffed out. I am. It is my belief we need to better understand them if we are to effectively stop them. Or reform them. Make slaves of us again you mean. How Anastasia wished the time were ripe enough to kill those who still wanted to make tools of the cyborgs. However, the fleeting pleasure of bending Jerry s arms backward until they cracked and he screamed wouldn t solve the larger problem. I need to know who is behind the project. I need to find the source, or we risk seeing more humans experimented on, more unsuspecting souls changed and tortured for the so-called greater good of humanity. Casting a glance back at Seth, she wondered what he thought of the news. On board the ship, when he d heard about the captive cyber units, he d lost his temper, quite the feat considering his usual calm demeanor. To her surprise, she didn t see anger or disgust at Jerry s words. On the contrary, he smiled and winked at her. Then the idiot sent her a wireless message, straight to her BCI. The only person reforming me is my wife, hopefully with handcuffs and thigh-high boots. Despite her urge to kill him, she couldn t help but picture it. And she added a blindfold and scented oil to the scenario. Not that they d likely live long enough to act it out, not given his stupidity in using their wireless communication ability. It was her fault for not specifying beforehand that they needed to maintain absolute BCI silence. Then again, he should have known. Before they d made it too far on the ship, Jerry s arm emitted a beep. He peeked down at his communicator and sighed. Looks like the lab needs me. Much as I d like to continue our reunion, I need to go. I ll see you later? Of course. Jerry placed a sloppy kiss on her lips, and she held herself still lest she shudder. Seth stiffened beside her. What about our passenger? she asked, inclining her head in Seth s direction. There s an empty cabin up the hall from yours. Stick him in there for now. I m sure the officers will want to talk to him once they stop freaking out. With another attempt at a kiss, again aimed at her lips, which she managed to narrowly avoid by turning her head, Jerry shambled off. She waited until he was out of sight before rounding on Seth. Are you a fucking idiot? she asked through gritted teeth. No, but your boyfriend is. Don t change the subject. What were you thinking sending me a mind message? We re on a military ship. What in the galaxy possessed you to do something so foolish? You do realize they could have intercepted it, right? We could, at this very moment, have a squad of soldiers preparing to take us out. We re fine. Fine? She ogled him. And just what makes you think that, smart guy? Because the moment we stepped on board, my BCI downloaded a program onto their mainframe that causes it to ignore and not register any cyborg frequencies. We can talk all we like in our heads, gorgeous. Although, I d prefer to talk in bed. I hate you. She walked away from him, sensing without looking that he followed and watched her ass. Does this mean I m not getting anything for our anniversary? he asked, switching to wireless talk. If you get us killed because of your cockiness, I will haunt your afterlife. So, unlike the religious groups, you think we have a soul? I think there s something more out there. Whether it s god, heaven, hell, or even fucking [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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