[Machine Dreams: Cyberpunk/AI Erotica] IC PRIMARY THREAD
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Ixy on 25-01-2007, 07:27:23</h2>
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				Title: <strong>[Machine Dreams: Cyberpunk/AI Erotica] IC PRIMARY THREAD</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 07:27:23</strong>
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				.....<br>...ok.<br>welcome to machine dreams.<br>\\init.go
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>03-02-2007, 05:39:37</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>03-02-2007, 06:12:21</strong>
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				She sleeps dreamlessly, if starting through 6-inches of solid plexisteel, crystalline eyes unblinking for three hours, can be called sleep.<br><br>Feathery lashes blink once as her life-synthesis initializes, and her smooth-skinned breasts rise and fall in one slow, steady breath under the silk kimono she wears.&nbsp; It's 3:42 on a Friday morning/Thursday evening, and Liz turns back to the bare-floored, bare-walled bedroom she calls home.&nbsp; The floor is exquisite, honey-black teak... it must be antique, otherwise it'd have cost as much to get wholesale as its weight in platinum.&nbsp; No footprints or dust mar its surface... even as her soft feet pad over it on her way to the mirror-wall of closet, they don't leave the faint residue of oil or dead skin-- not even the microscopic trace of her passing... the room is practically sterile, a fancy, minimalist storage closet for a pretty doll or expensive machine.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or both.<br><br>She opens the silvery mirrored door mid-room, and a dressing table, lamp, and desk scroll prettily out like the unfolding of beetle's wings and legs, compounded flexing of arm after arm of high-density plastic opening for her.<br><br>The desk’s contents are simple by comparison to most women’s dressing supplies; portable music docking station… earring tree from the late 19th century, sterling silver and shaped like an angel’s wings… airbrush kit with acrylic-composite powders and dyes… three-drawer plastic organizer for body jewelry.&nbsp; A vanity in every sense.<br><br>She presses the [&gt; button and an electric guitar strums out an old, old song, a scratchy, famous razor-blade voice from the 1990s sings out with the beauty of joyful anger and youth, and she remains fixed for a moment letting its perfectly crystalized mortality resonate through her envious processes… “One baby to another said ‘I’m lucky to’ve met you…’”<br><br>The music reverberates through her room as she flips buttons and turned the dial on her D-MAO, the equalizer staying illuminated in pretty shades of gold and green as she reviews the itenerary, incoming messages, and plans for the day.&nbsp; <br><br>Training at 5:02.&nbsp; Breakfast with the crew at 07:02.&nbsp; Meeting during breakfast.&nbsp; Itinerary clear from 8:02 on… expect this time to be briefing and planning.&nbsp; If possible, 9:02, study session with willing partners.&nbsp; (She’s learned that humans are usually not prompt, so she has adjusted her clock by two minutes.&nbsp; It doesn’t seem to help.&nbsp; She corrects for it without meaning to).&nbsp; <br><br>9:02 study session.&nbsp; Yummy.&nbsp; She can’t hide the faint smile.&nbsp; She wondered who she’d have as a study partner or subject.&nbsp; A little giggle, a physical reactions.&nbsp; She knows they’re ghosts, but can’t determine the origin of these impulses... her designer, the freakish genius and demented mad fuck… is the only one, so far, who can answer that.&nbsp; And he’s not talking.<br><br>She keeps the kimono tied and stands.&nbsp; She primps her hair, she doesn’t need to.&nbsp; She slips on sandals and heads for the bedroom door.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>04-02-2007, 02:55:23</strong>
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				The phone rang, the phone always rang… it was one of Vivian’s assistants telling him that breakfast was ready.&nbsp; His internal systems had already woken him up hours ago, and he had busied himself with cleaning and servicing much of his equipment, of could never be too careful.&nbsp; That was a motto you lived by when you’ve technically already died once.<br><br>He didn’t even bother to answer the phone.<br><br>For a moment, he wondered why he even bothered to go to these meals.&nbsp; He didn’t really eat anymore, he could of course… but there wasn’t an advantage to it.&nbsp; In fact it was usually more of a hassle. <br><br>&nbsp;It must have been because he often wore that façade of humanity around the human members of the group.&nbsp; Why bother letting them know that he was different, he knew it and that was all that mattered.&nbsp; Besides, it was nice when a new recruit looked up with their mouths wide open when his mechanical nature became evident in a truly destructive blaze of glory.<br><br>He shook his head and went to his closet,&nbsp; his wardrobe wasn’t fantastic mostly jean’s and t-shirts…&nbsp; he had a few suits to wear on occasion when the boss lady ordered it,&nbsp; but he like to be as casual as possible. <br><br>&nbsp;He slid on a pair of torn up black jeans, a tight fitting white T-shirt, and combat boots.&nbsp; In truth he looked like just delusional young man, and that was the way he wanted it.&nbsp; That made it easier to keep the cops off of his ass…<br><br>He wandered through the compound, heading towards the briefing room.&nbsp; It was looking to be the start of a fantastic fucken day; maybe he’d actually be able to do something, if he was lucky that might involve either blowing something up or stealing some high end equipment.&nbsp; It’d be nice wouldn’t it?
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				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>04-02-2007, 23:30:08</strong>
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				It was a typical morning, up before dawn, the financial news on the holowall, she was half listening it today, her mind wandering to the briefing ahead of her, convincing her crew that the engineer was worth protecting. They were such a motley group, coming from all walks of life, though all seem to work well together.<br><br>She padded into her shower; a glass wall separated it from the other half of the bathroom, her bedroom at the top of a high rise, a penthouse apartment guarded by the latest technology, yes she could stay in the manor, but here in the City was where the action was and since she had ‘rescued’ Elizabeth, she had not returned to the manor.<br><br>She looked out the floor to ceiling window; out into the world as the hot water cascaded down her body, her thoughts roaming to her ‘study’ session later with the beautiful robot, as she washed quickly, dressing in a simple pair of slacks and a royal purple blouse. <br><br>She made some adjustments to her holdings before she left the penthouse, her driver waiting for her just outside the manned doors. She entered the dark-windowed sedan and took the short ride to her compound, arriving early for breakfast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>05-02-2007, 12:57:42</strong>
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				(TOUCHED UP)<br><br>One hour and fourty-nine minutes and forty two seconds have passed since her training session began.&nbsp; Her hands are purpled up with "bruises"... temporary swelling and discoloration created by the nanobots that maintain her dermis; to simulate healing, they are programmed to release biological dyes similiar to squid ink as they consume the damaged layers of material and restore or replace them.&nbsp; They'll be done by 7:04, by her clock.&nbsp; If her arm had been flayed to the core, it would take them hours.&nbsp; If her whole frame burned to cinders, about a week.<br><br>She concludes the session by executing the prior week's Brazilian Aki-jitsu combinations in perfect flow from one to the next, battering the high-density plastic of the stocky training bot's striking surfaces with stroke after stroke from fists, elbows, arms, knees, feet, and head... it was repeatedly drawing away on its harness-pivot.&nbsp; It was almost pretty, insectine and graceful. despite the fractures and bloodstains worked into its surface by hard use, except that its movements were so exaggerated by the arm that manipulated and puppetted it... a mass of hydraulics like a squid's arm, moving it about and bouncing it into attack and defensive postures, like some child playing with a highly-posable Barbie.&nbsp; <br><br>The bot bounced in for a return strike-- simulating what would be a new attacker, and Liz smashed its attacking strike aside at the opposite angle she hooked it defensively... the truth of akijitsu was that it was jujitsu's evil cousin... where ju-jitsu redirected an attacker's strength to disarm them, akijitsu used that strength and direction of force to wound the attacker beyond repair... to break everybone and rend every nerve complex they presented you with, then get a kill shot.&nbsp; Then use that kill shot.<br><br>The polymer yielded with what should be a satisfying snap of bone, but was just an awkward-looking fold in half now... then she returned with two strikes to the chest.&nbsp; Over.<br><br>She stood back and watched as the machine returned to its position on the far wall, a hologram of the instructor rattled on about discipline and the will of steel... he's speaking in rapid Portuguese, and she doesn't need to listen any more.&nbsp; The loop is number 6 of 12 "Encouragement Segments" she's heard since she started this course.<br><br>The instructor didn't realize that this was lesson 18 for her, and if he were really there instead of appearing via holodisc, he'd be astounded that the girl had achieved mastery of his forte in 17 lessons... three holodiscs from him, two from a Chinese vendor, and seven miscellaneous fight videos she'd managed to download from the torrentstreams.&nbsp; The most recognized master in the sport of full-contact was a Vietnamese named Hen Nguyen, age 26 and 4 time title-holder.&nbsp; She imagined how much fun he'd be to fight... but that'd be risky.&nbsp; Imagined is a funny word for strategic risk analysis run through a compiler of seemingly random lightning-flashes of stimuli.&nbsp; Must be what being human's like, she thinks.<br><br>Back through the long, fluorescent corridor to the main compound, she can hear that the third tube on the 14th fixture is about to burn out.&nbsp; &nbsp; Bad ballast, probably.&nbsp; She's still wearing a black sportsbra and running pant combination.&nbsp; She doesn't sweat unless certain criteria are met... this wasn't a routine designed to accompany sweating.&nbsp; She walks steadily, arms swinging loose at her sides. The bruising on her knuckles has faded completely to perfect, pale skin as she swings the door to room B607 inward.<br><br>Amazingly bad coffee smells fill the air of the room, set up for a meeting... the brew is like tar mixed with asphalt mixed with warm chicory brew.&nbsp; She's experimenting again with roasts, beans, and grinds, but can't tell how bad they taste so she's watching for reactions every day.&nbsp; The most recent data was intriguing, but... more was required.&nbsp; She processed the coffee first, then the donuts, then her routine... she was a little childish like that.&nbsp; She did the fun things first.<br><br>With a soft sigh, she flicked her eyes to the clock.&nbsp; She didn't need to; doing so was one of the redundant behavior-ticks incorporated into her subroutines to betray her thoughts... make her more readable.&nbsp; The database for these ticks was massive, and encrypted.&nbsp; She didn't know what all was in there.&nbsp; But it was labeled "Transparency Modules".&nbsp; How annoying.&nbsp; Their unpredictibility bothered her almost as much as the insight they gave others into her subprocesses.&nbsp; For a being with little shame, except what was aesthetically pleasing to display, having her thoughts broadcast through subtle behaviors was more revealing than being fucked raw on a crowded subway.<br><br>Was Vivian there already..?&nbsp; Liz thought it through... this was unexpected, she'd failed to predict an expected reaction from a subject of extreme interest.&nbsp; Vivian.&nbsp; The name brought a flush of warmth (another damn Transparency Module) across her breasts... what subroutine was misfiring... or executing perfectly... to have blocked that thought?
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>05-02-2007, 13:36:30</strong>
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				Neil lay there in his bed awake staring at the ceiling. He still heard the thumping of the bed hitting the wall in the other room repeatedly as the john in there banged <em>his</em> girl. He had heard them come in about an hour earlier and even believed he had seen the girl before during the week he had lived on the motel. She was young, too young really even for the police to ignore what she was doing. Having children selling themselves most often drew the eyes of the <em>wrong</em> people to look at things they never should look at. Personally he wouldn’t be too surprises if she would be dead within a week, killed by some pimp who also used the motel for his shady trade that didn’t like it when the police came starting to ask the wrong questions. To make matters worse she reminded him of his sister and that was he expected why he still lay on the bed, listening, making sure she was alright… as alright she could be.<br><br>They kept up for about an hour more then things grew quiet and Neil left the bed walked over to the table and started to clean his gun. Work done… she had survived just another customer. Just as he was to begin concentrate on the work at hand something caught his attention, at first he didn’t knew what but all warning signals went on high alert and he spun around and rose his gun in hand switching over to x-ray vision, immediately the world became black and white and the wall in front of him vanished. There he could see the typical signature of the girl, her john… backing of. It was then he saw that they had been more than one johns and this other guy had a gun… a rather big gun too. <br><br>His combat reflexes programmed into his spine took over and his hand activated his gun, a Heckler and Koch R20, equipped with cybernetic integration circuits which caused it to come to life to him, it became a part of him, immediately data from the gun got transferred to his field of vision showing of where he was pointing it and where he should aim to hit the targets in front of him. As the man held the gun his decided that that man was the most obvious target and his cybernetic arm was already aiming at him before he had time to even think on it. A mental command switched the gun from normal to penetration rounds and then he fired hitting the man strait in the head taking it clean of.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 02:15:01</strong>
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				The Cyborg continued on his way pushing through the little groups of people who would gather in the hall for little chats.&nbsp; He would have preferred to simply scream at the meat bags to get out of his way,&nbsp; but after spending so much time with normals his manners were beginning to return.&nbsp; It was aggravating to say the least,&nbsp; he actually said “excuse me”&nbsp; Why the hell did some jag off drinking a cup of coffee in the middle of the hall way have to excuse him for.&nbsp; If anything the bastard should be begging for Richard’s forgiveness. <br><br>It didn’t matter…&nbsp; such things weren’t worth it anymore.&nbsp; No matter how hard they try human’s were never capable of running as smoothly as a machine,&nbsp; that was their flaw…&nbsp; and in a sense a flaw he had seen within himself.&nbsp; But it was something that could be conquered,&nbsp; and he would be one step closer to his goal…&nbsp; just a few more components,&nbsp; a few more upgrades.&nbsp; He had been saying the same thing for years now…&nbsp; but he knew that he was getting there.<br><br>It wasn’t long before he found his way too the meeting room and entered.&nbsp; He looked around “Damn it early again…”&nbsp; Even that beautiful android had yet to show up,&nbsp; he shook his head and checked his internal clock,&nbsp; and sure enough he’d shown up early.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 14:54:46</strong>
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				Liz opens the break room door a few seconds behind Richard pausing long enough to make eye contact, saphire and emrald jewels flashing warm recognition.&nbsp; Her pupils dialate slightly, her full lips quirk just a bit into a smile at one corner... as if she attempts to dampen it, but it sneaks through broader than she intended.&nbsp; <br><br>The combination of quirks... subroutines... doesn't just make her look alive, they make her seem positively lurid with passion, attraction, and emotion.&nbsp; It's unclear just how much is a 1-1 response, and how much is a byproduct of her actual AInsanity.&nbsp; And machine madness is life.<br><br>"Good morning, Dick," she says softly, brow quirking prettily as it always did at her maladaption of his name.&nbsp; "Coffee?"&nbsp; she pours a styrofoam cup full of the dark brew, cocking her hips prettily to one side, ticking them impatiently from side to side, then returns to the business of checking the room-- opening adjoining doors, even the closet... peeking under the table..?&nbsp; What the hell is she looking for?<br><br>"Getting any?"&nbsp; She asks it with such confidence and effortless cordiality that it's hard to tell if she's joking or not.
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				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 19:11:43</strong>
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				A few moments after the machines arrived in the break room their sponsor entered, she would not allow her bodyguards to follow her in, feeling safe around her crew. If they could not protect her from would-be assassins no one could, she entered her nose wrinkling at the smell of burnt coffee, no doubt another one of Elizabeth’s attempts to be human. <br><br>Just as she stepped through the threshold she heard the machine’s question to Richard, laughing softly to herself, she nodded to each of them as she went directly to the coffee pot, playfully she asked Liz, “how many times have I asked you to let me make the coffee?” It was a running joke with the two of them, Liz had made Vivian coffee on many occasions, not once did it taste good.<br><br>She poured the dregs from the pot, spending the next ten minutes cleaning the thick layer of sludge from the bottom. “Would you like me to show you how to make the perfect pot of coffee, my dear?” she asked.
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				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 20:11:28</strong>
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				Well, it didn’t seem that he was too early he heard the approach of another,&nbsp; the weight of the footfalls and the perfect synchronization of the steps told him it could only be one being.&nbsp; Liz…&nbsp; he moved his eyes upward waiting for the perfect little creature to walk through the door.&nbsp; God!&nbsp; She screamed at what was left of his humanity the pout in her lips,&nbsp; the soft sway of her hips.&nbsp; He wanted to take her…&nbsp; he needed to feel that artificial body pressed beneath him…&nbsp; what did she sound like during sex?&nbsp; Was she loud?&nbsp; Chances are her programmer would have made sure of that.&nbsp; A smirk spread across his lips,&nbsp; as his mind began to wander.<br><br>The machine brought himself to a stand…&nbsp; God,&nbsp; but there was so much more to her then that.&nbsp; She was AI…&nbsp; perhaps slightly flawed…&nbsp; but that alone was enough to arouse both his mental processes, as well as his lust.&nbsp; <br><br>“Getting any?&nbsp; I can’t say I’ve gotten much of anything as of late.”&nbsp; He couldn’t help but smirk,&nbsp; would it be rude to ask the bot to remedy that?&nbsp; He doubted it would offend her,&nbsp; but what would the boss think?&nbsp; Damn it!&nbsp; Why the hell was he thinking about what Vivian thought…&nbsp; damned manners.<br><br>Richard just watched with interest as she scanned the room,&nbsp; as she bent down to check the table he ran a hand over her ass,&nbsp; even giving it a bit of a squeeze.&nbsp; “Can I ask what your doing?”&nbsp; He bent down, to looking beneath with her his eyes following her.&nbsp; The Cyborg was curious about what was going on within that beautiful mind of hers.<br><br>When Vivian entered he brought himself to a stand once more, his posture was relaxed almost bored…&nbsp; but his mind was brimming with energy.&nbsp; Perhaps she had a decent mission waiting for him,&nbsp; maybe&nbsp; he’d even have an opportunity to swipe a few spare parts.
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 21:58:23</strong>
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				Liz answers him with a wry smirk over her shoulder, hesitating from her half-stoop under the table and blinking once, very slowly.&nbsp; "Looking for stray cats..."&nbsp; she says in a half-purr.&nbsp; She doesn't seem to react in any negative way to his uninvited touch... the "flesh" is firm, healthy, and warm beneath the synthetic/cotton blend of her workout clothes.&nbsp; "Poor dear," she answers, eyes flashing once, the fluorescent tube lighting not accounting for the myriad of colors there.&nbsp; <br><br>About to speak again, she sees Vivian enter and stands slowly, tilting her face to one side in a gesture of almost wifely chiding and curiosity.&nbsp; "Are you sure it's the coffee that's bad, or are you maybe thirsty for something else in the morning..?"&nbsp; she winks once, leans back against the table... flirtation subroutines firing in rapid succession.<br><br>"If <em>you</em> make the perfect cup of coffee, Vivian, then what will my job be the morning after?"
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 22:03:53</strong>
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				After that his artificial reflexes took over and before the body had time to hit the floor his arm was already aiming at the other John, he didn’t really need to look at a target to hit it, his implants took care of that. Calculating everything needed to give his arm the perfect shot. He didn’t really react to it either, nor thought if this really were the best solution to this mess… all he did was… aim, fire, new target, aim fire. The other man, who had began to move to put himself behind the girl had never a chance really. First shot hit his right knee, the second his hip. That took him down on the floor, screaming, messing his pants in chock and terror, convinced he would die here and now. The girl screamed just as much, somehow that made Neil glad, that made she still was whole, she hadn’t done this too long yet… there were hope. Quickly re-holstered the gun and ran out from his room and kicked the other room’s door in by it hinges. The frame cracked by the sheer force of his cybered leg, that in its knee worked as a small battering ram, with a thud it landed on the floor just inside… right on the screaming John knocking him out… The girl couldn’t be more then… ten at the most and she looked with a horrored expression in her face on him.<br><br>“Follow me.” Was all he said and of some reason she did, at first she only took a step towards him but then she ran into his outstretched arm, behaving as any child would when a parent came to save their child out from danger. She had little clothes, but it would do… there were no time to gather more, the metropolice would come storming in here at any moment. Just as he thought that he heard the sirens outside and Neil started to run…<br><br>Another mental command and his comm unit activated and he dialed the secret code he had been given for emergencies.<br><br>“Operator,” He said to the computer listening. “Give me Liz… emergency BA5.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 22:55:34</strong>
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				The Cyborg smirked a bit in response to the beautiful droid’s answer,&nbsp; slowly he removed his hand from her flesh and slid one of his thumbs into his belt loop.&nbsp; Richard couldn’t help but scan that beautiful face…&nbsp; god he wanted to touch the soft pseudo-skin, the living machine decided against it of course,&nbsp; don’t hit on the boss’s woman.&nbsp; He wanted to stay employed,&nbsp; and without her he’d need to go to a body chop shop for further enhancements.<br><br>Those of his observed the playful flirtation going on before he walked back to his chair allowing his mechanical form to collapsed into it with a heavy thud.&nbsp; He crossed one of his legs over the other and tapped his finger tips against the table top.<br><br>Was this jealousy he was feeling?&nbsp; Nah…&nbsp; just a bit of lust…&nbsp; it’ll be fine once he has the opportunity to actually get into a physical confrontation.&nbsp; Richard cracked his knuckles, causing soft metallic clicks.&nbsp; Well, while the two of them continued with their little game,&nbsp; he just opened up a solitaire program he had installed earlier displaying the game over what his optics were receiving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 07:48:07</strong>
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				The dial-in hits like a misfiring nerve.&nbsp; <br>Liz's eyes go wider for just a moment, and she seems to stare off into space for a brief flicker of thought beyond her control... <br><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>2340g&gt;/inbd.sr4/cnctrq?ID=2958a0t6(*w2#95Yfe/********************<br>*2340g&gt;/connectionreceived.content 00000000000000000000000001reply100000000000000000001handshakecomplete.int<br>2340g&gt;/shufflethefuckingboard.bat/execute.<br>....<br>....<br>....<br>IPConfig reassigned to ****%%%*XXXX*** success.<br>IP reassigned, proceed inbound....<br>BEGIN TRANSFER-----<br></em></span><br><br>Liz tilts her face, blinking once, seeming almost embarassed.&nbsp; "Excuse me, you two... I'm receiving a call."<br><br>She says nothing for the next few seconds, but data is exchanged... a lot of it, very quickly... it shows in her as a twitching of the ring finger on her left hand.&nbsp; When she transmits, the movements are in her right hand.&nbsp; She transmits back relatively little compared to what she downloads.&nbsp; Then, as if nothing has happened, she straightens her shoulders, tossing her head as if she has long hair to clear from her face... she levels her gaze on the two of them.&nbsp; "Vivian, Neil needs a ride.&nbsp; Can we go pick him up?"&nbsp; Alarm bells will go at that.&nbsp; She doesn't run medial errands.<br><br>And if she was receiving data...?&nbsp; If it was digital air, she could have just pulled in close to two gigs in that moment's lapse... unless there was a VERY high error rate.<br><br>She flicks her gaze over to the Cyborg.&nbsp; "C'mon Dick.&nbsp; It'll be fun."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 17:56:48</strong>
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				Laughing softly as her droid lover flirted with everything that moved, including of course her lovely benefactor, “you know I am always hungry for you, Elizabeth,” she retorted, rather openly. She smiled at Richard, the Cyborg on a leash, she was running out of parts for him and only hope with the rescue and subsequent acquittal of this engineer would help her keep him in parts. After measuring out the correct portions of water to freshly ground coffee beans, and pressing start on the machine, she rounded the table and approached him.<br><br>She slid up next to him, wrapped an arm around his shoulder and whispered in his ear, clearly comfortable in her surroundings, “It is all right to flirt with her, or take it further if you like, she and I are not exclusive, I would never ask Elizabeth to be, never want her to be.” She squeezed his firm muscular shoulder, wondered briefly it was real or machine under it, and stepped around him to her lover.<br><br>“I am sure you will find something else to do in the mornings my dear, I can think of many things,” she kissed Elizabeth then, with great passion, her eyes sparkling. She always took great pleasure in seeing Elizabeth, the droid was alluring and though much of her mannerisms were programmed, Vivian always had felt there was something more to her, had treated her as she would a human lover.<br><br>When the droid excused herself, Vivian returned to the coffee, poured a cup and offering it to Richard, “you might live through this one,” she grinned, grabbing a cup for herself waiting impatiently for Elizabeth to finish her ‘conversation’, no doubt it was with Neil. <br><br>“Why can’t he make it to one fucking meeting without getting into trouble…” she grumbled before composing herself into the ruthless tycoon she had become. “Yes we can go get the son-of-a-bitch; my car is right outside, is he alone this time?” She highly doubted it, Neil had been known to rescue strays in the past, something she could not fault him for, except for when it was on her dime. <br><br>She led the way back down the corridor to her awaiting car. It was a large black sedan and could easily accommodate five people in the back, she urged the droid to sit next to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 19:03:49</strong>
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				The strange proximity of the boss lady caused him to deactivate the solitaire program,&nbsp; but not before he saved his progress…&nbsp; he had been doing good too, waste of space my synthetic ass.&nbsp; He thought to himself,&nbsp; one of the engineer’s had given him a lecture about it being trivial.&nbsp; He didn’t give a shit if it was trivial,&nbsp; it kept him amused when he had nothing else to do.&nbsp; <br><br>Her words surprised him of course,&nbsp; was he that easy to read?&nbsp; Damn it to hell,&nbsp; he’d need to work on that…&nbsp; a bit more emotional training a bit of practice with his posture and facial cues,&nbsp; and he’d have a permanent poker face.&nbsp; <br><br>Should he thank her for offering up Liz?&nbsp; That didn’t seem entirely proper,&nbsp; instead he gave the slightest nod of his head.&nbsp; His vision shifted to Vivian’s hand squeezing his shoulder…&nbsp; she may have been human,&nbsp; but she did possess and appeal all of her own.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Was that the appropriate type of thoughts to be having about your employer?&nbsp; Doubtful,&nbsp; but he couldn’t deny that if the opportunity ever somehow arose he wouldn’t resist…&nbsp; “Sure I’ll take some coffee…”&nbsp; He said as he took the cup.<br><br>He smirked a bit before he listened to the beautiful little droid,&nbsp; a smirk suddenly spread across his lips.&nbsp; “Neil, you’re an answer to my prayers!&nbsp; Finally a chance to butt heads with something!&nbsp; <br><br>The Cyborg brought himself to his feet, and did a quick diagnostic…&nbsp; all systems were functioning to perfection.&nbsp; He smirked activating his HUDD system&nbsp; before following behind the two woman.&nbsp; Both of them had already been programmed as friendly into his system,&nbsp; but he wanted to make sure.&nbsp; “Lets go save the fuckers ass,&nbsp; and let me pop a few caps in a few of the assholes he’s running from.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 20:00:13</strong>
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				She can't mimic suprise without an appropriate motivator, except through voice.&nbsp; Her intention isn't self preservation, so her voice and facial expression don't match perfectly.&nbsp; A bug in the code, perhaps.&nbsp; "Really, now, did I say anything about him running from someone?"&nbsp; she's heading for the door with smooth, rapid strides from her incredibly long legs... that movement doesn't betray urgency, but the pace does.&nbsp; Or perhaps excitement..?&nbsp; Is it because she wants to help Neil, or is it an enjoyment of the task at hand?<br><br>She laughs then, the expression returing to her face like a ghost possession.&nbsp; "but... it is Neil, after all..."&nbsp; she spins suddenly, legs still carrying her backwards at the exact pace she was keeping... all due to a smooth transition of physics and motion.&nbsp; "Can I drive?"&nbsp; <br><br>Without hesitation after the sentence, she curls her fingers beckoningly to one of Vivian's bodyguards.&nbsp; "Your backup piece, please."&nbsp; He reaches for his Glock 66K semi-auto, but before he can even touch the black plastic grip, she's palmed the pistol from his shoulder sling, cheked the chamber and reset the clip... and activated one of the blast doors to the outside.&nbsp; "You need to clean this," she says flatly and turns to the telescoping steel portal, stepping effortlessly through without ducking as the thick steel plates part like a yawning beast.<br><br>She tucks the pistol into her waistband and sends back an IM to Neil.&nbsp; <br><br>ENROUTE...SYIAM...XOXO<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 20:14:21</strong>
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				Never in their short time together had Vivian been able to deny the droid what she wanted, it was rare that someone could have such a hold on her, Elizabeth being the only one she could think of, those that ever got this close were killed or exiled to avoid further weakness on her part. “Yes darlin’ you may drive, just try not to get us arrested like the last time…”<br><br>She nodded to the driver, who was none-to-thrilled with the new arrangement as he scooted over to the passenger seat, disgusted but quiet. Her head bodyguard, Jamal, a tall black man, chuckled as Elizabeth disarmed the newer man on the team, before turning to him, “You’re fired.” He handed him a stack of cash, immediately coding in his denied access and removing the Glock 66K semi-auto. <br><br>“So Richard, it will be the two of us in the back seat, perhaps you can share your latest desires with me, what newest part are you looking for?” she smiled at him seductively, she had known of his internal war, was it right to lust after the boss, any good mastermind would know her employees, her crews secrets.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 20:21:37</strong>
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				Liz blows a kiss to Jamal and piles into the driver's seat, slamming the door and initiating the start-up sequence with a quick series of touches, keystrokes, and a glide of her palm over the pale-blue illuminated touch pads on the wheel.&nbsp; <br><br>The onboard computer recognizes her, of course, as the driver, and his tox screen reads negative for illicit substances.&nbsp; <br><br>Buckling his seatbelt rapidly, adjusting it very, very carefully and bracing his feet on the floo, the driver glares nervously from the corner of his eye.&nbsp; "I hate how you can do that..."&nbsp; <br><br>She pays little mind, and her eyes are as wide as her beaming smile as she drops the shifter to manual and disengages the ABS, engaging hand-brake controls to maximum... in case she needs a little drifting. Smoke rolls up from the tires as she peals out of the barking lot with a roar of the sedan's engine and a keening cry from the tires.&nbsp; "Talk fast, you two, and make sure I can hear all the details..."&nbsp; At that, they tear into the open street... its transfalt surface as pale grey as the ashen sky above.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 20:43:28</strong>
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				The Cyborg slides into the back seat with the boss and crosses one leg over the other,&nbsp; he listened to her words a bit of a smirk spreading across his lips.&nbsp; “I hope you don’t mind me saying that you’d be a perfect drug dealer&nbsp; boss…but you know that I want my physical capabilities increased,&nbsp; and perhaps heavier internal armour… and maybe a few more weapons systems….”&nbsp; The list goes on and on as he rattles of more and more to the boss like a child sitting on Santa’s lap.&nbsp; <br><br>He smirked a bit and moved a bit closer to Vivian,&nbsp; obviously at least part of his brain was still functioning as a human as he brought a hand down to rest on her thigh.&nbsp; Or perhaps the talk of further modification just excited him that much.&nbsp; “Of course… I understand that I’ve gotta do a lot more work for you to warrant such heavy alterations.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 22:05:57</strong>
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				She smiled coyly at the Cyborg, she had always found Richard attractive, perhaps it was his ambition to become perfect, in a way she too was driven to become perfect, the best entrepreneur, letting no one stand in her way. She was cold and calculating with very few moments of tenderness, though they did exist, “and which piece of <em>equipment</em> are you going to request for this next assignment?” she whispered, though loud enough for Elizabeth to hear.<br><br>Jamal had taken a seat across from them, he was always present when Vivian was outside the safe zone, they had met several years back and she had hired him on the spot, since then there had been no series attempts on her life, Jamal’s <em>proactive</em> ways preventing them from coming to fruition. He smirked as Vivian and Richard flirted, he was quite used to her antics, had partaken in them on more than one occasion.<br><br>She rested her hand on his, her fingers rubbing his ‘skin’ gently, she made no attempt to remove his hand, she rather enjoyed his forwardness. “It would appear you will be working under me for some time,” she grinned slyly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 07:12:59</strong>
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				Elizabeth sets her visual to capture the backseat from the rearview... albeit at a lower resolution than she'd prefer, she still manages to crack a smile just before she chewed her pouting lower lip at the enticements back there... all this without taking her eyes from the road as she worked the handbrake and accelerator in rapid successtion to drift the heavy sedan into 90 degree turn and out again at full accelleration, tires sputtering their squeals of happy, self-destructive protest.<br><br>She knew the feeling.<br><br>Back to fourth gear she glides between lanes, using the oncoming track of a semi as an opportunity to pass because-- though it seems unfairly easy-- she really <em>can</em> tell if they'll make it or not.&nbsp; In the midst of a four-lane cross she turns her head from the oncoming traffic to look at Jamal, seeming to have forgotten completely about the head-on 90 MPH traffic.&nbsp; "Jamal, do you like music?"<br><br>The driver knows that she is still in control, and is manipulating the vehicle as surely as operating a division of <br>Pi place by place, but... it's still unsettling.&nbsp; He skips the upcoming conversation and turns the stereo on, rolling out whatever music Vivian was listening to...?
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 20:14:38</strong>
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				Though many would be afraid for their life with the droid driving, Vivian had grown accustom to her love of danger, the sharp turns not even fazing her as they drove against traffic. She interlaced her fingers with Richard’s smiling at the cyborg, “I think you will appreciate this next job, Richard, it involves one of the best AI engineer,” she whispered, teasing the addict. <br><br>Much to Liz’s disappointment, the radio is tuned to the financial news, Vivian always interested in how her investments are doing. She leaned forward, “Elizabeth, if you want music switch it to the internal flash drive, you should recognize the music since it is yours.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 22:33:35</strong>
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				"I'll work for you as long as our arrangment is satisfying...&nbsp; and I know that you'll never shaft me boss,&nbsp; so I expect a long relationship."&nbsp; He smirked slightly,&nbsp; enjoying the thrill of the little female rocketing them towards their destination.&nbsp; He was tempted to open the window to feel the rush of wind against his artificial flesh,&nbsp; but he doubted the prim and proper ladies would enjoy their hair being torn apart as they rocketed forward.&nbsp; "An AI designer boss...&nbsp; it sounds interesting to say the least..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 02:34:10</strong>
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				With a reverse glance in the mirror and a tilt of her face in a pretty gesture of sincerity... "awww... that's so sweet... you like it?"&nbsp; she toggles the player to the flash drive, letting the music roll out at a slightly higher than normal volume before screeching the car to a 135 degree right turn to charge up a merge ramp, high-performance combustion/sator cell drive roaring do life as they dart between a bus and the bipedal lane, close enough to brush the long braids of a mirror-shaded Rasta on a moped.<br><br>Her eyes don't change much as she makes the conversational transition back to the point of extreme interest just mentioned... "An AI designer?"&nbsp; She slips at that, clipping the rearview off of a transport truck, but pays it little mind.&nbsp; A mistake?&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; <br><br>Jamal looks furious, but shocked... unsure how to react.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 13:36:13</strong>
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				Neil ran, holding the girl in his hand. Making sure she would be able to keep up. Already he knew that the metropolise were somewhere inside the building, you never knew when they walked in until they where ontop of you and given the high profile crime committed… crime until proven innocent they would hunt him, regardless of what he said.<br>He hadn’t the money nor the status to cause them to do otherwise, all he had was Liz… his wonderful Liz. Of course he expected that everyone around the AI vixen from hell saw her like that… like “theirs” and she let them, for her amusement maybe… maybe because of her programming, he had no idea and he didn’t care. <br><br>Suddenly the corridor they ran down ended abruptly by a steel fire door that just fell down a few yard before them and Neil stopped dead. If he had been given time he surely could go through it, but why should he… the wall around it was far softer then the door was. Up flew his gun from its holster and a mental command to it set the ammunition to explosive.<br><br>“Girl stand behind me…” He said and just as she did he opened fire towards the wall just beside the door.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 14:46:54</strong>
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				Tires squeal and a low spray of sparks illuminate the low-tier highway... essentially the "slow lane," this underpass-highway has a speed limit of 140 km/hr... they reverse-merge into the knot of alarm-toning, brake-riding traffic RIGHT BEHIND a pair of police interceptor "CHEETAHS"-- single-unit, low-profile vehicles that resemble stretched-out cockroaches with a single fat tire at each end, the driver lying flat on his stomach and looking straight up at a blur of highway from only a meter above the blurring asphalt.<br><br>Hilarious that they haven't drawn a pursuit themselves... the blue, white, and amber lights of the police vehicles flash a piercing, blinding flicker of strobes designed to induce minor seizures.&nbsp; They make perpetrators more cooperative, some say, and only cause a handful of deaths each year.&nbsp; Even their sirens are designed for control and intimidation, and for the past decade have reached a decibel level above the threshold of pain for human ears.&nbsp; <br><br>Liz falls in behind them in the black sedan, knowing that they're headed to the same place... but, it seems, they failed to download the most recent CDMV construction plans this week.&nbsp; Liz crosses the six lanes of traffic at 260 KPH, nudging the sedan in a smoke-trailing, rubber-pealing skid&nbsp; between two water-filled highway barricades, spilling the acetone/water blend onto the highway behind them in a deluge as they chirp tires in a downshift up the closed exit ramp.&nbsp; <br><br>Half the highway on this ramp is closed, the other half unpaved, and-- with no workers in sight-- Liz pivots the car from the exit ramp with a shower of plastic chips-- the preferred filler material-- thrown from the tires before they emerge onto the sunlit street next four blocks south of Neil's hotel.&nbsp; "Almost there, ladies and gentlemen."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 23:12:37</strong>
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				Jamal glared at the droid, a look of pure disgust before he practically spat at her, “Could you draw any more attention to us, Liz?” It would be easy for the owner of the transport truck to take down their license; heck the paint transfer alone with the sedan’s individualized DNA for lack of a better name would give him the owner of the sedan. Sure, it was registered through about twelve dummy corporations, but eventually it could be traced back to Vivian. She would need to somehow pay off the driver or the repair shop, more money she would have to shell out for her misfits.<br><br>Vivian sat back in her seat, scooting closer to the Cyborg, an amused smile across her face as she listened to the banter between her head bodyguard and Elizabeth. She realized that she had been the root cause of the accident and in truth; the droid gave her too much pleasure, to see her free and enjoying herself, to allow a small amount of money to worry her. She turned her attention to Richard, “I believe it would be you who would do the shafting,” she replied with a sly wink. <br><br>“So Elizabeth, once we reach our destination, how are we going to extricate Neil and his floozy from the police?” She doubted her knowledge of the situation surprised the droid, there had been countless times in the past that she had impressed her with her awareness. Vivian’s network of spies was enormous and she used it relentlessly to keep track of not only her enemies but her closest associates. She did not reach the top of the corporate game being a nice woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 03:28:59</strong>
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				Jadna laughs once, lightly, her eyes sparkling as she flicks a long-lashed glance into the rearview.&nbsp; "Neil has a way of extricating himself... but Dick's sort of an expert on penetration, I hear."<br><br>She winks once as she cuts a 180 degree turn, smoking rubber leaving a neat pair of black hooks through the parking lot... rubble and plaster dust shower the car as Neil blows the through a fire door three stories up, the brick and mortar shower down to the pavement.&nbsp; "Maybe we could compare notes."<br><br>She taps "HOLD" on the ignition control and hops out of the car, the smooth clicking of the armored door oddly reminiscent of the neat precision of her smile.&nbsp; "And don't worry about the trucker--" perhaps she had her own intuition-- "he won't complain a bout a lousy scratch like that.&nbsp; Not after we're through persuading him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 16:46:53</strong>
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				The heavy firedoor swayed as the top hinge came off and Niel stepped up and gave the thing a hard kick with his cybered leg denting the plating on it. That caused the door to come of completely and it fell in the room with a loud bang. The room was small, one of the fire safe rooms the hotel had. Walking up to the secure window Niel pulled in the emergency release switch which caused the whole window to fall out, still secure in the wall it slammed into the concrete wall.<br>He looked out, just as he expected, down there she was… Liz.<br><br>&gt;&gt; Opening communication to Liz code: 56Y1W%4<br>&gt;&gt; …<br>&gt;&gt; …<br><br>“Liz… I will drop the girl down to you… you know, maneuver Football Alpha…” His silent communications with her gave Liz all the heads-up she really needed before he turned and lifted the girl up in his arms and jumped out the window. <br>He had no problems manage the fall of three storages; his cybered body could take that… especially with that leg of his. The girl on the other hand was another matter, so as he jumped he let go of her passing her to Liz to catch him knowing that her mind would have no problem of calculating how to combine slowing the descent of the girl as she caught her and in the same time do it in the speed that would leave the girl unharmed.<br><br>Just as Niel hit ground and he made his roll the metropolice appeared in the open hole where they just left. They were two of them, both armed and armored for a terrorist attack.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 17:54:13</strong>
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				Vivian had had enough of her cyborg and droid’s antics and while they squealed to a halt underneath where she was sure Neil had just made a large hole in the building, she began talking into her earpiece. She called in several favors, shaking her head at how many she would need to call in for this to go away. <br><br>Just as Neil landed near them, the metropolice appeared at the opening, she prayed their supervisor would contact them with their new orders; it paid to have the police chief on speed dial. <br><br>They swung their weapons down, aiming at Neil….their fingers on the trigger….and then they received the call. Disappointed they growled, one of them considered firing anyways, but at the last minute thought better of it. They moved away from the opening, Vivian opened the door to the sedan; “Get in,” she growled, the girl already inside thanks to Liz.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 21:30:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The cyborg grinned a bit at the woman's comment,&nbsp; he knew she was probably playing with him...&nbsp; but it was nice to get in a bit of bawdy talk.&nbsp; It was something he missed in highschool,&nbsp; being a walking hunk of plastic did usually screw up ones game.&nbsp; As the group roared down the street he couldn't stop grinning,&nbsp; perhaps it was the residual memory of adrenaline...&nbsp; or maybe it was the speed that was being constantly pumped into his brain since he had activated his combat computer.&nbsp; <br><br>He watched with glee as Neil made another fantastic escape,&nbsp; he was a lucky fucker...&nbsp; and it looked like he would be too as he saw the two cops appear from the gaping hole that had just been made.&nbsp; "Bring it fuckers..."&nbsp; He whispered softly, he pressed a few concealed buttons in his forearm and a soft whirring sound was heard as the limb began to reconfigure itself.&nbsp; Within a moment everything below the elbow was transformed into a very high powered looking energy weapon.&nbsp; He gestured the limb towards the cops and was about to fire,&nbsp; that was until he heard the boss calling in orders.&nbsp; "Damn it..."&nbsp; There goes the chance of smelling fried flesh in the morning.&nbsp; He began to go about pressing a few more buttons before his arm went back the normal.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 22:12:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Snatching the girl from the air with a well-timed leap, she absorbed the impact of their combined weight when she settles hard onto the ground, long legs flexing on hidden pressure absorbers...?&nbsp; hydraulics? how was she assembled?&nbsp; before she straightens, the messy, dusty, naked ragamuffin in her arms warm and still, eyes wide-- eyes dilated, fixed.<br><br>With a soft sigh, Liz turns back to the car.&nbsp; "Jamal, take it."&nbsp; She eyes the bunch of them... her face oddly tensed, as if unsure how to portray the visual representation of what her emotional engine was producing.&nbsp; <br><br>The girl... bloodied, beaten, abused... was probably loaded with an inexpert speedball cocktail... else, she'd been poisoned.&nbsp; Regardless, she was dead in Jamal's arms, where Liz eases her and turns away.&nbsp; She faces Vivian with that same beautiful coldness she has always possessed, the same mingling admiration, subservience, and mischief seeming to reflect from her eyes... doll's eyes, perfect eyes.&nbsp; More alive than alive.&nbsp; "I'm sorry I got carried away."&nbsp; She hops into the double back-seat, sliding into one corner, not bothering with the seat belt.&nbsp; Her knees draw up into the fetal position and she stares out the window, the faintest red smear on her otherwise flawless 'skin'.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 22:22:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“The new mission will give you the action you crave, Richard,” she whispered to the man next to her. <br><br>Sliding her hand from the cyborg’s hand, with a sly smile, Vivian moved to sit next to the droid, strange as it may seem, she knew Elizabeth needed to be comforted. She wrapped her arms around her, holding her as she stared out the window, allowing the artificial skin to feel the warmth of a human, the only one present; even Jamal was not completely human. <br><br>She remained silent as she waited for Neil to get in the car, the dead woman disposed of before Jamal returned to the driver’s seat. He turned to the group, “We’re ready to move out as soon as Rambo over there enters the vehicle.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>13-02-2007, 22:31:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes ma'am..."&nbsp; He whispered,&nbsp; God...&nbsp; he felt like a dog on a leash.&nbsp; If this was the old days he would have went all out on the black and blue as soon as they showed up.&nbsp; Now,&nbsp; he was at the beck and call of a woman....&nbsp; a beautiful woman,&nbsp; but he was still under someones control.&nbsp; Damn it!&nbsp; Why couldn't he just do something! Relax,&nbsp; you'll have something to do soon enough,&nbsp; stay calm...&nbsp; just go home an take some time doing target practice.&nbsp; It won't be like the real thing,&nbsp; but it'll keep ya sharp.<br><br>&nbsp;For a moment,&nbsp; his eyes shifted to the small corpse and he shook his head.&nbsp; It brought back painful memories that he soon pushed into the back of his mind as he waited for Neil to get into the car.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>15-02-2007, 03:44:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz glances down at where Vivian's hands are on her shoulder.&nbsp; For a moment, she wonders if she needs comforting... if there's some subroutine in her that, in response to the situation at hand, has begun mis-firing stimuli to her logic core, spreading its taint, as it will continue to do unless some competing routine sets it back on track.<br><br>Is that what emotional pain is?&nbsp; a slipped cog needing a hammer?<br><br>She ponders this, responding in the only manner she is certain how to respond in... noticing a surprising lack of activity in her emotengine... she snuggles into Viv's embrace, kissing her neck with hesitant, eerily warm lips.&nbsp; <br><br>Their meeting time is up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>15-02-2007, 14:05:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Neil was inside the car before he learned that it all had been for nothing, another innocent life had been taken and there had been nothing he could do to make it better. As he sat there, in the safty of the car he actually wondered who he felt sorry for, the girl that had died... or for himself, that hadn't been able to play the hero.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>15-02-2007, 17:25:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Good morning, Neil, nice of you to join us,” Vivian said sarcastically as Jamal peeled away from the curve and entered traffic. He weaved through the onlookers; many of who pointed at the car, surprised the police would allow them their escape.&nbsp; “Take us back to the compound, Jamal, perhaps we can have our meeting,” she called out unnecessarily as he was already heading that way.<br><br>It was only then that she turned to the droid curled up in her embrace, the kisses already causing a warmth in her nether regions, she was continually amazed at how easily this inanimate, was she inanimate? object could arouse her. She pulled Elizabeth closer, rubbing her back unconsciously as she watched the men across from her.<br><br>All of her crew were enhanced in someway, she smiled at that, perhaps it was a weakness of hers, rescuing down on their luck cyborgs. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>16-02-2007, 07:03:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cyborg looked towards Neil and shook his head ever so slightly,&nbsp; he couldn't figure out why he was getting so emotional over such a little thing.&nbsp; Thousands of people die on the streets everyday,&nbsp; what made that kids life worth more then any of the others?&nbsp; Dick,&nbsp; thats what...&nbsp; &nbsp;if he was going to mope atleast there should be a purpose behind it.&nbsp; He shrugged his shoulders a bit,&nbsp; and his own twisted sense of humor kicked in.&nbsp; \<br><br>"Don't worry...&nbsp; you'll find someone else to play body gaurd with."&nbsp; <br><br>It seemed that tact was one of the things one lost after being transformed into a mass of living steel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>16-02-2007, 07:09:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz looks across the cab at Neil, blinking once, seeming to look more curious than sympathetic... "sorry.&nbsp; We got here as quick as we could..."&nbsp; She sits back then, squirming half her weight into Vivian's lap... she never puts her whole weight on anyone.&nbsp; And that's it... it's like it didn't happen then; she picks up on the facial and body language of the others and projects her mood to suit it.&nbsp; To be good company... for the rest of the ride to the compound.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>16-02-2007, 15:00:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Neil almost punches Richard right there... almost but as he knew that it would do any good; the cyborg just didn’t understand, neither of them seemed too… not even Liz, she might have sometime in the past but such responses had in that case been lost.<br><br>Neil leaned back in the seat and didn’t answer, letting his eyes drift on the world outside instead.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>16-02-2007, 18:39:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On the drive back, Vivian received a com-call, from her end it was hard to distinguish what the conversation was about, but it was apparent she was talking to a lawyer. “Yes…yes I understand its millions….just do it….I don’t care about the legal ramifications.” She hung up abruptly, glaring at no one in particular, “Fucking lawyers,” she grumbled, wrapping an arm around Elizabeth.<br><br>“It would appear this little adventure of yours,” she looked to Neil, clearly unhappy, “has thrown us off schedule, when we arrive at the compound the job will either already be there or on their way, depending on whether or not we have any more incidents on the way.”<br><br>She smiled down at the droid, whispering softly into her ear, a whisper actually too strong of word to describe it, “I still plan to make our study session, Elizabeth.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>16-02-2007, 18:54:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If the cyborg could read minds, he would have begged Neil to strike out at him,&nbsp; he needed a bit of excitement and a little scuffle with the the half-man wouldn't have been bad.&nbsp; He might have even ended the fight with a few superficial wounds.&nbsp; That would have been fantastic, but now he was forced to turn his head away from the moping man and alter his optic sensors ever so slightly so he could watch the two women caress and hold one another.&nbsp; <br><br>It kind of bothered him, how controlled he was by his human impulses...&nbsp; but they were both so very beautiful.&nbsp; The cyborg rested both of his hands in his lap and sighed,&nbsp; hoping that this AI designer would at least be one of those types that constantly attracted trouble.&nbsp; He really...&nbsp; really needed to do something to get his mind off his humanity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>24-02-2007, 03:07:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				... at the site, they hum steadily (this time) into the underground parking complex, starting at an entrance almost 3 klicks away.&nbsp; Security checks... should someone want to bomb the compound, they weren't going to do it through the garage unless they ran through 3000 feet of sophisticated facial recognition scans, chemical analyses, and low-rad x-ray.<br><br>Liz gets out of the car last, as she is designed to do, and only after Jamal opens the door for Vivian first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ROOT HUB X:/MACHINEDREAMS/1337/|=(_)[&gt;|j0v  ((IC PRIMARY THREAD))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>24-02-2007, 21:32:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard stepped out of the car, once more rolling his optics at the moping human.&nbsp; Hopefully the client would be some hopless small and defenceless woman,&nbsp; that'd probably brighten the man's day.&nbsp; As for him,&nbsp; his interest was peaked enough by the fact that they would be gaurding an AI designer.&nbsp; There were so many questions running through the cyborg's mind,&nbsp; the most important of them dealing with the idea if his own mind could be taught to simulate the programing of an AI...<br><br>With those thoughts on his mind the machine moved to flank the boss,&nbsp; just in case something went down...
			</dd>
		</dl>
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