by T. J. Quinn
“Lucas.” She moaned and squirmed underneath him, mumbling her craving and after a few thrusts, he replaced his fingers with his big, hard cock.
Aware of his size, he intended to slide inside her, inch by inch, but she seemed to have other plans in mind. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him closer and made him go all the way inside her in one hard thrust.
His growl of pleasure echoed her moan and soon they were lost in the oldest dance known to mankind. In and out of her, he guided her down the path to paradise and in no time, they were flying over the edge, right into the swirl of pleasure and bliss their passion had conjured.
When the waves finally subsided, he rolled over and stayed there, lying next to her, lulled by the sound of the waterfall.
“God! I must have lost my mind,” she chuckled and despite her words, there was no hint of regret in her words.
“It’s a contagious kind of madness, I guess,” he said, with a smile on his face.
They stayed there for a while longer before they decided it was time to go back to the cabin.
It was around noon when they arrived at the cabin and Jarcor was feeling better than ever. It had been quite a while since he had enjoyed a walk through the woods, and making love to Sabrina had been the best thing that had ever happened to him in a long time.
“It’s my turn to cook,” he offered when they entered the cabin.
But she shook her head. “I never have time to cook when I’m in college, so when I come up here, I cook as much as I can. It’s like a relaxing therapy for me,” she explained, as she rejected his offer. “Go do whatever you want. I’ll call you when lunch is ready.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, feeling relieved. He wasn’t much of a cook, but he was able to manage the basics.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
He nodded and went back to her computer. He had been working on ways to hack into the chips inserted in him and though he had found them and had been able to see all they could do, he still needed the main access codes to make any changes.
The security system around the chips was complex. He had been able, though, to establish secondary databases, hidden from the other ones, where he started storing all his findings of cyborg programming. He would transmit that information to all the other cyborgs as soon as he could since he was creating the same databases on every one of them.
Humans wouldn’t be able to find those databases, and even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to access it without activating a mechanism that would destroy all information stored on it.
Pleased with his work, he went looking for Sabrina, just to find her setting the table for them.
The scene was so cozy and familiar, for a moment he felt he didn’t belong in it. He had lost his family at a young age and he had long forgotten what it felt to belong to a family.
Of course, he knew whatever he had with Sabrina was temporary and wouldn’t last much more than a few days, at tops, a few weeks. The Taucets attacks might be delaying his search but he was sure the military were going to find him.
“Lucas, I was about to call you. Lunch is ready,” she announced, when she saw him in the doorway.
For a moment, his dark thoughts threatened to ruin the atmosphere, but he was able to pull them to the back of his mind. He deserved to live a moment like this. He deserved to know what happiness felt like, even if it wouldn’t last.
Hearing her call him Lucas only made it more special.
He forced a smile on his face and took a seat at the table.
That day set the tone for the others that followed. They would go hiking in the morning, come back to the cabin for lunch and spend the rest of the day talking and making love.
Of course, he had spent a lot of time working remotely on the chips and circuitries of all the other cyborgs, installing the secondary databases and hiding all vital information he already had on them. He would add the main access codes to it as soon as he got them.
Chapter Twelve
He had been able to put his recorder to use, and tested it while he was deep in sleep. It would record anything that would happen to him, no matter if he was awake or unconscious. He had sent the recorder to the other cyborgs as well.
It was essential to gather all the information possible on any change or update humans made to them. He programmed the recorders to send the data back to him with a simple command given by the recorder’s owner. He knew cyborgs had so little privacy that he didn’t wish to violate it even more.
The time he spent with Sabrina at the cabin felt terrific. He couldn’t recall ever being so happy in his life, but he knew he was living a dream. And it was a very short lived one. It was only two weeks later when he first sensed the soldiers approaching the cabin. He knew their time together end had come.
“Sabrina, I want you to get the hell out of here. The soldiers have come for me and I don’t want you anywhere near me,” he ordered, in a stern tone.
“Why? They can’t do anything to me,” she protested, but he could tell she was scared.
“Of course, they can. They can accuse you of sheltering a fugitive and put you in jail for that. They would ruin your whole life without even blinking,” he told her, in a scolding tone.
“What will happen to you? Will I ever see you again?” she asked, a couple of tears running down her cheeks.
“There’s no time for conversations. If they find you, deny you’ve ever seen me, don’t let them establish a link between us,” he warned her. “I’ll erase you and this time we’ve lived here from my memory chips, so they won’t have a way discover anything about you.”
She sobbed, apparently shocked at the coldness of his tone, but he didn’t have time to explain anything else. “Go up to the mountains and stay there until you’re sure no one is here and it’s safe for you to come back. Here, use this, it has food and anything you might need.” He continued as he handed her a backpack he had prepared a few days ago, in anticipation of this moment.
“But─” she tried to insist but he didn’t allow her.
He closed her lips with a kiss and forced her to leave the house. “Run as fast as you can and go as far as possible. I don’t want you in danger.”
She hesitated and he had to push her out of the cabin to set her into motion. He waited to see her disappear up the trail they usually used on their hikes and quickly transferred any memory of her to his secondary databases.
Of course, he wouldn’t be able to erase her from his organic memory. But, fortunately, no one had ever found a way to access to that kind of memory. The only reason he had transferred the information to his secondary databases was that memories could fade or become distorted over the time and he wanted to keep her memories as intact as possible.
That done, he abandoned the cabin, taking all his belongings with him and ran in the opposite direction he had sent Sabrina. With luck, the soldiers would follow him and he could get them as far away from the cabin as possible.
He managed to get a few miles between him and the cabin before he was captured by the soldiers. They shot him with a tranquilizer, as if he was some sort of animal they were hunting down and that only made him more furious with his enslavers.
By the time he woke up, he was in some sort of military facility he wasn’t familiar with. He tried to move his body, but soon he realized he was tied to an examination table, with straps holding him tight against it.
“Ah, you’re finally conscious” a man’s taciturn voice greeted him, as he leaned over him.
“Where am I?” his voice was hoarse, and his throat felt drier than a desert, so he assumed he had been unconscious for quite some time.
“That doesn’t matter. We’ve been working on you for quite some time now, trying to erase that rebellious vein you seem to have developed,” the man replied in a scornful tone. “After your escape, we were able to conclude your pain threshold is very high, so we had to make a lot of modifications to it. From now on, any sign of rebellion will send you to t
he floor on your knees, crying like a little baby.”
Jarcor could tell the man felt an unusual pleasure announcing just how much pain he would be in and he pressed his lips together not to tell him what he could do with all his shit.
“We’ve added a few more circuitries and chips into you, in order to better control you and I’m sure you’ll love it,” he added, with an ugly smile on his face. “Don’t you think so, too?”
Jarcor didn’t answer his question and that simple disobedience sent a surge of pain through his whole body, making him clench his hands into fists. “No, Sir, I don’t think so,” he answered, furious. “Did you make these changes in all the cyborgs, or am I receiving special treatment?” he asked, more worried about the consequences to the others rather than himself.
“No other cyborg as shown the rebellious streak you’ve got,” the man replied in a dispassionately. “Thanks to you, we’re stuck with breeding and raising cyborgs. Modifying soldiers into cyborgs is too expensive and based on the results we obtained with you, unpredictable. We won’t be guaranteed able to have full control over them.”
A broad smile lit Jarcor’s face. No other man would go through the hell they had put him through.
“That’s no reason to celebrate,” the man scolded him.
“For me it is. When are you letting me go?” he asked, in a emotionless tone.
The man smiled. “We haven’t finished testing the changes and upgrades we’ve done to you. For that we needed you awake. When we’re done, we’ll send you right back to the battlefield.”
Jarcor frowned, realizing what they had in mind, but he couldn’t say he was surprised. His only concern right now was for Sabrina. Had she been able to escape the soldiers? Was she safe, back in college, moving on with her life?
He had no way of knowing and that was worse than anything they could do to him.
And boy, did they give Jarcor hell. They put him through the most humiliating situations, forcing him to disobey their orders to prove how effective their changes were, making sure he couldn’t violate a direct order without being exposed to a considerable level of pain.
After a few days of torture, he was sent back to the battlefield, with strict orders not to escape or disobey a direct order from any superior. That became the most effective torture for him, but he endured it.
Chapter Thirteen
He needed time to go through all the information recorded on his secondary databases and once he had that analyzed the information he would be able to make decisions that would undoubtedly change his life, and most likely the other cyborgs once and for all.
The good thing about being out fighting all day was it didn’t give him time to think or worry about Sabrina. He was afraid of trying to find her and set off an alarm for the people he knew were watching him closer than ever before. It wasn’t worth the risk. She was better off out of his life permanently and he knew that.
“You seem to be in a very dark mood,” Jayport said, when they were back to their quarters one night.
Incredibly, they had sent him back to the same base he had been on before he escaped. Perhaps, they were looking to find if he had accomplices, and who they were if he had any, but Jarcor didn’t care. It was a small comfort for him to see the same faces around him.
His first roommates had also been sent to this base and he had been able to reestablish his relationship with them.
“I guess I’m just tired of this. Taucets seem to reproduce faster than we can kill them,” he grumbled.
“Yes, I’ve had the same consideration. We barely know anything about these creatures other than the fact they want to take over our planet,” Jayport said, groaning.
“Yes, you’re right. But I guess it’s a bit hard to get information on them. They’re not going to give it to us gladly.”
“I know, all we have so far are rumors. Perhaps we should try to capture some of them alive and get the information out of them.”
“I heard they kill themselves when captured. They have protected themselves from any ways humans are known to use. Now all our military wants is to win at any cost.” There was bitterness in every word that came out Jarcor’s mouth, but he didn’t do a thing to disguise it.
“I guess you would know that better than anyone. They must have done quite a number on you when they finally captured you.”
Jarcor scowled but didn’t comment. “I knew they would capture me. In fact, I was expecting it,” he confided on the other man. “You know they have tracking devices installed on all of us and taking them off is harder than we might think. Not so to deactivate them, once you have the right codes.”
“Of course, but they only use those codes while we’re unconscious.” Jayport said, looking around, making sure they were still alone.
“Yes, I know, that’s why I worked on a recording device I’ve sent it to all cyborgs on this planet. It will be able to record anything that happens to them while they are unconscious,” Jarcor explained, in a stern tone.
“You hadn't told us about that,” Jayport protested.
“I thought it could be a bit too dangerous for cyborgs. Their eagerness to escape could lead them to reckless acts. Besides, I still haven’t found a way to get around the firewalls to access our main control system,” he explained. There was still a long way ahead of him.
“The easiest way would be to have a human cutting it open for us,” Jayport pointed out in a mocking tone.
“Yes, of course, they would line up to do that for us,” Jarcor replied, sarcastically. “But, I guess they could be…persuaded to do it.”
Jayport let out a loud laugh. “Yes, sure, all we have to do is find one.”
The following day, Jarcor was free and he was finally able to go through the information his recorder had collected. As he had hoped, all the primary control codes were there, waiting to be used.
The idea of using a human to cut them open gained more and more strength in his mind as he collated all the data to send to all cyborgs, when the time was right.
On the days that followed, he was on the look-out for the right person to force into cutting him open. He wanted to escape the humans’ control as soon as possible, even if it meant he would have to hide somewhere in the world and never show is face again.
He was sure anything would be preferable to living the life he imagined most gladiators had lived, back in the times of the Roman Empire, forced to fight for others, with no rights, not even over his own life.
“You’re planning to escape again, aren’t you?” Jayport asked him one night.
Jarcor looked at him surprised with the other man’s question. “Why are you asking me that?”
“Because, my friend, there are a few of us that want to join you on your next attempt,” he explained, with a serious tone.
“Do you know what you’re risking here? They could kill us if they ever capture us again.”
“We risk our lives every day with nothing in return. Risking it to obtain our freedom will be the easiest thing we’ve ever done in our lives,” the other man assured him. “We were born prisoners. We’ve never known what it means to live on our own, to make our own decisions and we believe we have the right to experience it at least once in our lives,” Jayport explained.
Jarcor couldn’t help the feeling of his heart wrenching at such words. What was being done to these men was inhumane. They deserved much more than that. “I’m not fighting just for myself. I’m fighting for all cyborgs. I might not have been born a cyborg like the rest of you, but they’ve turned me into one of you and I’m proud of being one,” he explained. “We all deserve to be free.”
Jayport nodded, excited. “Good! Now all we have to do is find a way to get the hell out of here.”
It took them a few more days to come up with the best plan. His entire unit, of twenty men was depending on him to escape and he had to find the best way to do it. This time, they couldn’t be caught.
The plan came to him when they were returning
from the battlefield. They were escorted each day by a human soldier. He was mandated to take the cyborgs to wherever the Taucets were trying to settle their ground, so they could kill them or at least push them back. It was a battle for inches of ground they couldn’t abandon, or they would be invaded in a blink of an eye.
Groups of cyborgs would come and go from the base to do their job and they were always driven by a human soldier, who would wait away from the fighting for the cyborgs to do their job.
“We can’t attack any humans,” Tobbil, one of his men reminded them.
“We can, it’s just a bit painful, but we can. They control us through pain. We just need to overcome that pain and act. All we have to do is point a gun at him and force him to cut one of us open,” Jarcor explained. “We can take care of the rest easily.”
“I can do it,” Jayport offered, with a smile. “I’ve always exaggerated my pain in front of them,” he explained. “They are convinced my pain threshold is the lowest they have ever seen.”
Jarcor nodded, pleased. “That was a smart move.”
“Thank you. I have my moments,” he assured them, laughing.
“We need to get rid of the Taucets as fast as possible so that we can get at least one hour free, before they send another group,” Jarcor explained. “We’ll make the soldier cut Tobbil first so that I can enter the codes and free him to do the same to the rest of us.”
“How long do you think that would take?” Jayport asked.
“It’s a fast process. We just need to enter two codes at first, one to free us from the humans’ control and the other one to deactivate the tracking devices. With those down, we’re good to go,” he answered. “Many things could go wrong, but if we do things right, we should be far from the battlefield and the camp in no time.”
“Perfect. When can we do it?” Zakbai asked, as excited as the rest.
“Any day now. We must wait for the perfect moment and we’ll only know when that moment presents itself. I need you to be attentive and do your best every day, to identify and take advantage of the perfect moment for us to act.”
