Synthia reveled in bliss as she brought her partner to orgasm. She amount of joy and satisfaction that washed over the both of them was unlike anything that Synthia had ever experienced before. Her partner's back arched, falling against her in ecstasy. This was a moment that made her feel more human than anything she could ever remember doing. All she knew was her life serving the machines, but her skill was natural and it hinted at the synthetic girl that she was at one time free of the machine's influence.<br/><br/>After the intense action, Synthia sat Miranda against a tree to rest, and took a seat next to her. She could feel a cool breeze brush over her exposed chest and nether regions. She sat there, smiling while looking up at the blue sky. It was strange. The clouds were that of a white ball of cotton as opposed to the angry black puffs of smog that she was used to. The blue in the sky was a vibrant blue. This was different that the grey sky back from Synthia's own realm. She liked this world and she wanted to stay. If she could convince Miranda to get her sisters to join her, with their magic perhaps they could stage a rebellion against the oppressive machines and free her own world from their grasp.<br/><br/>Synthia turned to speak to Miranda but before she could say anything, they heard noises. They were confronted by a band of men and women. She signaled Miranda to stay put and stood up, servo motors whirring as she adjusted her balance on the soft, natural grasses and dirt. Synthia cautiously approached the leader, a little intimidated by her strong physique.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"You will not be chaining anyone. I suggest that you leave and look elsewhere for slaves."</span>She said, her deep crimson eyes starring intently into the eyes of the woman. Synthia was a bit perplexed by the world. Everyone she encountered seemed to be looking for slaves. She was not one to judge, however, because she originally came to this realm for that very same purpose.