4 comments/ 11810 views/ 9 favorites Sar: First Mission By: emap I can hear voices talking in the distance, words like program uploaded, sensors show green. Then the world is tilting and I'm upright, footsteps coming closer. I open my eyes to see a man standing there taller than I am. I look up to see his face he has grey hair and wrinkles on his face. "Are you fully functional?" Words scroll across in my vision, technical data on the parts of my body. I delay answering to look through everything, weapon read outs, flight capabilities, fail safe systems, and empty spaces. "I am incomplete." "You are complete. You have extra slots for upgrades at a later date. They will be used to make you compatible with the mission parameters." "What is the mission?" "Testing and training, follow the arrows." I follow the arrows they are not on the walls or floor, they appear in my vision. Moving down a hallway I become aware of a mirror on the wall so turn to look at myself. I'm not very tall perhaps four inches over five feet. I have shoulder length blonde hair. My breasts are slightly larger than my hands can hold. I have no hair anywhere other than my head. The arrows lead me to a room where a woman is waiting. She hands me cloth to cover myself in. While putting it on I look at her, she is taller than I with larger breasts and brown hair. I mean to ask if she is a robot, instead my vision alters and I scan her. I see that she is human, her age, and I notice a growth within her down low in the middle. "You have growth in the middle of you low." Her eyes get wide and she puts a hand to herself over the small growth. "It's my child, I'm pregnant. Did they upload the database to you already?" The information on pregnancy floods my mind, the symptoms, signs, duration. "Yes, the information is incomplete, what does it feel like?" She stares at me for a time, unsure on what to say. "Right now it does not really feel like anything. Too soon for me to know anything, except that I have a child growing in me. I get tired easier and eat slightly more than I usually do. I have not encountered morning sickness yet." I receive information that I should follow the arrows again. "I must be on my way." I do not wait for a reply, I move on. The arrows lead me down a new hallway to a door. Opening the door I find no one, just a large room. The arrows go away so I must be where they want me. Except there is no one here, I look around waiting. High up the wall is a window, there are men behind the window looking at me. I whirl to the sound behind me, the wall is opening letting in a number of men carrying swords. They run toward me swords high, the first of them receives a kick to his chest. He is launched backwards spilling many of them out of his path to the wall. Three manage to stay upright and circle me, I stay low and run through my weapon read outs. One ends up behind me, he charges with a cry that ends when I sink my elongated nails into his chest. Straightening up after I am charged from both sides. I roll backwards grabbing up the dropped sword as I go. When I stand up holding the sword they both come for me again. They swing for me, one high one low that leaves me with little choice, I jump over both turning around before landing. My newly acquired sword digs deep into the back of the man on the right. Before the other can turn the sword is free of the first and swinging through the air on the second. His head falls free as I look around, all of the men are dead and there are no more. I drop the sword and look up at the men behind the window. I think they are going to say something to me, instead I get new arrows. These new arrows take me to a shooting range with a man standing behind another window. This window is down at my height and has a gap in it. Through this gap the man passes a small gun to me and has me show my skill with it. After the shooting is enough he hands more things that I use to make the small gun larger. Once he is happy with me and the gun I stow the parts and gun in my body. I'm happy with this, I have one less empty slot and I feel a little more completed. Moving on I do not fight again, instead I find another woman who wishes to teach me how to act human. She teaches emotions and signs of each emotion using pictures. She explains as well as possible using examples I can understand. I am left confused on many of these emotions. Love especially there seems no way to tell how to have a human fall in love with another. Compassion seems a strange one helping or sparing someone just because makes no sense. Logically any threat is eliminated whether they are currently or only in future. Helping someone just because is less logically sound, it is logical to stockpile enough to survive anything. Helping tends to remove or lower the stockpile, this is gambling that nothing bad will happen. I move on with her saying I need to remember to practice these things to blend in. Trying to figure out why I need to blend in I go into the elevator. When the elevator opens again I find myself on the surface. Now I am supposed to fly, not understanding the why of this I follow the arrows. I am taken on a challenging course, arcing and diving through any number of increasingly smaller gaps. When I finally am directed back to the elevator I am feeling drained. I emerge from the elevator on a different level. At the end of the new hallway I am shown food. A man there wearing a white poofy topped hat shows me various forms of food and how it is made. I can't just eat the food, I have to show emotion on the taste of the food. A comment of the man in the white poofy hat has me searching my database. I am not enlightened on why it is better to turn everything I eat into basic blocks to be altered into energy or replacement atoms of me. The next room I am stripped down and given a small black dress. A purse is also given to me, inside is various items of makeup. I am allotted funds, a large amount to get set up, and promised a monthly payment so long as I do missions. Then I am sent on my way again, a question in my processors, why do I need to blend. The next room I am directed to sit in a chair then another program is installed. This is a strange program, I see naked men and women and I find myself excited in a sexual way. Once the images fade away I see a naked man standing in front of me. He is a few inches over six feet with a toned body, I see his cock would be rather good sized when excited. I have an urge for sex, I find I want to have sex, this makes no sense to me. "I do not understand this want for sex. Is that the purpose of the program?" "Yes, I am here to help you with your want so you are able to make a man you choose happy to have sex with you." I look him up and down, his cock starts to stiffen and I feel no urge for him. "I do not want sex with you." More men appear talking quickly and loudly pointing at each other and me. I look around at them listening to their words, wrong program, bug, and start over being the most popular. The older man I had seen first appears bringing silence with him, he walks over to me and looks at me for a second then opens his mouth. "Sar would you please tell us why you do not wish sex with him?" "Sar is my name?" I get a nod at the question. "I would ask other questions first, my database is incomplete. Why was I created?" "The same reason as your name. Sar is an acronym for Secret Agent Robot. You were made to do dangerous missions that a human could not do." "Why blend in, this is not logical? I am not human I had no desire for sex until you programmed me to." "That is because with you being a registered human you can access places with more ease than a robot. It was also assumed with a sex drive you could seduce the guards. Now we are not so sure, you said you have a desire for sex but do not wish it with Brian. Could you describe a person you would like to have sex with?" I stop moving my processors burning through the images I had seen. I stop at one that I find a desire with. "Just an inch taller than this body, long brown hair, breasts a little larger than these." My words create another argument that rages for seconds. Eventually it is decided that it is Stan's fault for faulty programming. Pads appear that are used to check the program installed on me. More arguing ensues until the older man raises his hands and shoos them away then turns back to me. "This is unexpected, and we do not know why it happened. Perhaps there is something wrong in your base program. In any event for right now you are a lesbian. It is harder to find a lover but not impossible, when you settle on a place to live look for lesbian clubs. You are programmed with all known dances simply act human and pick a person to get a relationship with." "Are there more programs?" "Nothing else, you are a learning robot everything else you need to learn yourself. Go out that door down the hallway to an elevator it will take you to the surface. There will be a car waiting for you, it will take you to the station where you can pick a location to go. Once at the station you can access the net and find a place to live. Remember blending is the primary goal, do not show your strength, speed, or fly unless needed." I stand up and follow the path described, part of my processor power getting information on purses and their purpose. Once that is complete I look up lesbian, there is lots of information on that. There is much history on the island and the women desiring sex with women. When the elevator door opens again I know all I can find on being a lesbian, there was even lots of information on sexual positions. The car promised is waiting, it is red with tires. It takes me a nanosecond to register that the car itself is a very old antique, Mustang Halfback to be precise. Sitting in the car is a woman with long curly red hair. She looks over at me and waves, I follow the directive and get in the car. She looks at me a moment then turns ahead and starts the car. "So I understand they fucked up and made you a lesbian." I look at her, she has a nice body that gets desire surging in me. "Logically no they did not. I am not equipped to birth a child. Sex with a man has no purpose." She looks over at me and laughs. "Logic has nothing to do with it, they wanted a straight robot and instead they get a lesbian. Men just want sex, creating a child is more of a secondary concern." We come up to a fence there is a gap that the road we are on follows. On each side of the road are two small towers. Inspecting them alerts me to the towers being two robots like me, and yet not like me. These are equipped with powerful guns and wide reaching scanners with simple orders let no one not cleared past. They do not talk to me, even when I try they only track targets to see if they advance on the fence. "Where are we?" "We are leaving a secured base, there are not many places I can drive this little beauty. This is one of the very few now that they have ripped up the Autobahn for more houses. Not much longer and they will start building sky cities. If you do fly do not be recorded, use the camouflage program. Another two miles and we hit the station, if you come back you get dropped there and have to walk or take a car. Please never touch mine." "I can fly, walking is not an issue." "I'm not sure you can do that, the guard programs are not nice to flying objects." "I can, I am listed as no target." I look at the station as we get closer to it. It is not really much to look at, simply a little tower. I can feel the influx of information going to it, I start scanning the information as we go. By the time the car pulls to a stop I have found a house for me and ordered a taxi. "Here wear these two things, they are what people have to wear to do what you just did. The bracelet is to hook you in to the net and the visor lets you see the information. Remember to always have the bracelet and visor on when you are accessing the net. If you do not people around may notice, they have not yet gotten a working system without these." The bracelet is a nice sliver of metal, easy enough to hide among several bracelets. The visor only clips to one ear, I slave both to me and make sure everything works as intended. When the visor extends it is a good width going across my eyes leaving little to see besides the visor. "I have a house and a taxi coming." "Excellent, remember to say please and thank you, they are ancient terms but still in use by humans." "Thank you, blending is my primary purpose." I say as I get out of the car. The taxi arrives in a few seconds. It is painted yellow and covered in matter, most of it dirt, some not. The smell coming off is apparently unpleasant judging by the expression on the redhead's face. I climb in to the taxi and away we go, the older man sitting up front looks at me then concentrates on flying. I look out the window seeing the houses looking up at me. Unlike the historical houses like the White House and some of the buildings used by the leaders of countries, these houses have no windows. There is a clear roof that brings in daylight with a landing pad for taxis. I spy walkways in rather heavy use, the floating disks used to reach a house everywhere. An odd thing occurs to me, most of the houses are not touching. This is not proper use of space, the lack of logic grates on me. Finally we reach my new home, in need of repair and furniture. Leaving the taxi behind I descend into my home to the kitchen, to find I do have a good supply of food. Glad I had ordered some with the house and that it's sent through the system under the dirt I get a large meal started. Moving in to the bedroom I visualize a large classic bed. Going with the easier to reproduce wood I dispel the matter and watch it form into the frame of the bed. A dark stained wood frame with a classic headboard and footboard I move on to the mattress and base. The base comes out easily enough though the metal springs empty me enough that the mattress has me drained. I stumble in to the kitchen for the meal. While eating I access the net again and order myself a sofa and plasma wall. After a nanosecond pause I order sheets, pillows, and comforter. Takes a second of looking before I find a dresser that matches the bed I made. With everything I need still ordered I check the newsfeed. Lots of information on the upcoming vote to make a single government. A story on the need for colonists for the third system populated by humans. Then a story on the threat of sabotage on the vote for a single government. Losing interest in the newsfeed after that, the rest is sports and movies I head up to my roof. I watch humans walk by on the nearest walkway for a while. The sun is sinking below the horizon when the truck finally appears. The man lets me pick where the items are going to go before taking them off the hover. Feeling ready for a trip to the bar I look over my sofa and plasma screen then head for the stairs. I do not make it up the stairs before a new truck is coming in for a landing. I watch it land then help the new man work the dresser into my bedroom. Everything delivered I head for the bar nearest to me. It is a long walk giving me plenty of time to watch the humans around me. The men tend to smile at me while the women don't, even when I smile at them. Theorizing there is more to being a lesbian than just wanting sex with women I make it past the sound barrier of the club. Inside it is quite loud with pink signs. The music seems to have a basic theme of frenetic movement. Before I can reach the bar a woman dressed in pants and a shirt takes my arm. After asking if I'm single she urges me to go dance. So I go dance with my purse on my arm. I start out with easy movements, I'm uncertain on the proper dance for the music. After three songs that seem to have the same theme we head to the bar together. She sits down next to me ordering us both a beer then pulling me to face her. "So what's your name?" I notice the sound is lower here at the bar. "Sar." "I'm Chris, what brings you here?" "I just moved in three miles that way, I'm looking for a girlfriend." I answer pointing in the correct direction. "Well then I suppose it's good I grabbed you up first, I'm only looking for a little pleasure. Not everybody is going to be up front with you on that. Is there a specific type you're looking for?" "Female." Chris laughs and grabs my knee to squeeze it. "I figured that part, I meant do you want a butch or a femme?" I peruse my database for those specific terms before answering. "I do not have a preference." "Well now you should be popular until you find a girlfriend. I'll go spread the word just stay here." Chris gets up and walks away taking her beer with her. She has only managed perhaps five steps away before a new woman sits next to me. This one is dressed all in black, pants, tight fitting shirt, and short black hair that was dyed. "Hey bitch come on, let's go have some hot sex." "No, I am looking for a girlfriend." "So I'll be your girlfriend for the night." I look her up and down scanning her this time. I see her natural hair color is brown, her breasts are smaller than she is showing. Her age is a real problem she's only sixteen, I'm officially twenty two. I wave the bartender over. "Is there supposed to be a sixteen year old in here?" I ask pointing at her, he shakes his head. "Nope and now that I'm closer I recognize her, Chase I've told you not to come in here." He presses a button behind the bar. Before she can do more than make a few sounds of protest a robot comes out of the floor in the corner. This robot is on wheels, it wheels right over to Chase wraps her up in the long arms and wheels her to the stairs. There a section of the floor hovers up then moves up the stairs with the robot and Chase on it. A woman comes up to me while I'm watching this. This woman is a barely an inch taller than I am, with long blonde hair. She is dressed in a yellow dress that reveals more than it hides. A red belt with a white buckle completes her outfit. I find her nice to look at so try out my smile again, she smiles in return. "Before anything else I gotta ask, are you into sado bondage?" "On you or me?" The images brought up by the search for that are not normal. "On you mostly, I only like it on me sometimes." "I am not, sorry." It is not logical for me to go with a woman who likes to cause pain when I feel none. "That's fine I do it for a living. Would be nice to have my own little pet to wind down on after work. I'll find one eventually, good luck on your search." "Thank you. Good luck on your search." She walks away after smiling at me again. A new woman comes over, this one dressed in camouflage pants and a blue shirt. She doesn't want anything but to dance so I go dance again. This time without my purse, it's sitting on the bar with my half empty beer. I end up changing dance partners a few times while I'm dancing, I pull away and head back to the bar when a distraught woman walks by. Muttering in Russian as she passes me on the dance floor she goes up to the bar right next to my purse and starts talking to the bartender. She's asking him if she can get a job here, he can't understand her. She gets frustrated and turns to go until I grab her arm. "Do you not understand English?" Her face lights up when I talk to her in Russian. "No I am trying but everything fell apart on me. I came here to work and be with my girlfriend, she was the one getting me the pass. She told me she wanted me to get pregnant without using the clinic so I did, had to keep trying. Once I did I'm happy because I did what she wanted, she was not happy told me to get lost. I lost my job at the same time, she was my boss. So now I'm homeless with little in the way of money, pregnant, and I don't want to go back." I look her up and down, she is attractive to me. Sar: First Mission "Well you can stay with me. I'll teach you English and help you find a job. You can stay until you can get your own place." "I don't know, how do I know you're not a murderer or something?" "Same way I know you're a thief or not." She giggles at my words as I turn to the bartender. "She's wondering if she can get a job, I'll teach her English." "Well I don't know, I'll have to speak to management. Does she have any experience?" I turn back to her. "He has to ask management, do you have any experience?" "I waited tables in Moscow for five years." I scan her to see that she is pregnant, and is twenty five. "Five years waiting tables in Moscow." I say turning back to the bartender. "Well now that is a good resume, what's her name?" "What's your name?" I get a sheepish look out of her for the question. "Martina, what's your name?" "Sar." I turn back to the bartender. "Her name is Martina, if you can't get hold of her send me a message. My name is Sar." "Thanks Sar, I'll ask tomorrow." I turn back to Martina with a smile. "He will ask tomorrow. Why don't we go home, I came here looking for a girlfriend. Just teaching you English is going to mean no empty stool next to me and no more women approaching me tonight." "I can just go back to your house, the programs help I've just been so busy until today. You don't have to go back with me." "I wouldn't do that, I said I would teach you English and I will. Besides I only have one bed in the house, just moved in today." "Do you have a sofa I can sleep on?" "If you would prefer. I do have a sofa just delivered before I came here." Martina looks nervous, but follows me up to the roof then to the walkway. While we walk along I teach her English, it proves to be a simple exercise since I know Russian. I also get to look her over, she is in a sky blue dress with a slanted skirt, gold necklace and a golden rope at her waist. Martina seems to notice my appraising look at her. "You're not going to demand sex for letting me stay with you are you?" "No, I find you attractive I admit, unless you return the sentiment I will not ask for sex." "You're not weirded by me being pregnant? Seems a lot of woman don't like that." "I am not no. I would like to learn more about pregnancy. Honestly that is part of the reason I offered to let you stay with me." "Why don't you just go have sex with a guy and learn it first hand?" "I did not come installed to birth a child." "Well that... Wait a minute, you said installed nobody ever says that about themselves." I am saved from saying anything to that by reaching the hover disks to return to my home. Martina looks over my few belongings and the house in silence, until the second bedroom that is met with a sigh. She helps me put the sheets, pillows, and comforter on the bed. "I'm just a bit on the curious side, this is not the first house of a single woman. There are no knickknacks or art, no rugs, heck no clothes in the closet. So come on fill me in, what's going on?" "I did not move with anything, like you." Martina looks at me for a second and a half, then shrugs and drags me out to the sofa. She grabs up the remote for the plasma screen and turns on music then turns to me. I teach her English until she is yawning, after that she talks about the things she would like to get. When sleep overcomes her, I pick her up and take her to bed. With her asleep in bed I get to work, first with a large meal order in the kitchen, then I make a coffee table. This time I go with a metal frame, thin metal so not much of a drain on my reserves with a clear top, rounded on the end. That done I move on to the kitchen and make a table, same style as the coffee table. I am forced to eat then, and order up a second large meal. I make four chairs and twelve plates, the plates are a dark blue just like Martina said she wanted. I eat again then make the silverware, glasses and bowls. I have barely gotten the last of the items tucked away in the drawers and cabinets before Martina comes in to the kitchen. She looks around heads for the cabinets and pulls out a glass then gets water from the dispenser. She stares at me as she drinks then puts the glass down. "Make me a roll of toilet paper please." I head for the bathroom with the assumption I can place a few rolls in the cabinet. I can't, Martina has already been and searched, she also followed me. No excuse for the sudden appearance of furniture presents itself, meaning there is no way to not make toilet paper. I make toilet paper, four rolls just to be safe on having it. Martina ushers me out of the bathroom and shuts the door. Once she has finished she takes me to the sofa. "Now Sar make with the explanations, you're not human." My processors burn through the possible explanations, takes me a full half second. "You're right I'm not." I would say more except Martina puts up her hand. "Don't tell me alien." "I wasn't going to, there's no proof there are aliens roaming the galaxy. I'm a robot, currently my mission is to blend in. A girlfriend is part of that, she would help me learn how to act human. My database is incomplete and faulty, it said you asleep means you are asleep for hours. Only children and the old are known to wake up like you did." Martina laughs at my words. "I'm agreeing with faulty, it does not include waking up because you are uncomfortable. I prefer sleeping in the nude, my dress was chafing on me." "I shall remember that. Please do not tell anyone I am a robot. There is a directive, if my identity is compromised I am to alter my appearance and find a new house." Martina stares at me again before her mouth opens. "Your leaving something out aren't you." "Yes, I am to eliminate anyone who compromised my identity." "Let's see, tell the world and be labeled a freak then die, or tell nobody and be able to order anything for free. Is there a limit to what you can make and how do you recharge?" "The only limit is to how much matter I have available and if I can do it in private. I recharge with food, liquids work it just takes more to equal the matter of food. I can eat anything I wish, food is used because it allows me to blend. Why would you be labeled a freak?" "Because no one has the ability to make a robot like you. Except perhaps the governments, if they do they haven't said and deny they can. You're a lesbian?" "Yes, I have no desire to have sex with a male, it is not logical." "Sex has nothing to do with logic. I have no desire for a man because I like looking at and touching women." "If you have no desire how did you get pregnant?" "My girlfriend said she wanted me pregnant and to not use the clinic. I found a guy told him to make me pregnant, closed my eyes, and pictured my girlfriend with a strap on above me." "Do you enjoy strap ons?" "A little bit, they feel nice. I prefer my lover's fingers, tongue, and her body pressed to mine while we kiss and rub against each other. Do you have plasma guns or anything like that?" "I have a gun, my nails can extend like claws, and I have empty slots to make me compatible with the mission." "Come on let's go to bed I need sleep and I'd like to have someone to snuggle up to." Martina says standing up and taking my hand. Puzzled I follow her into the bedroom and take off my dress when she takes off hers. Following her directions I get in bed then put my arm around her when she asks and presses into my side. "What do I do now?" Martina giggles into my breast. "Stay here for me to sleep against you. So long as you stay put I'm happy, try to sleep yourself it makes you look human." Martina closes her eyes and sighs, it takes fifteen seconds for her breathing to even out. Her question on plasma gun has my processors working through the information. Very old animated shows and a movie called Iron Man provide me with a place to put the weapons. After that comes the design, this takes hours design after design being discarded before I find a working design to implement. Implementing seems to be noisy, Martina wakes up and hits me with her hand. "What are you doing?" "I thought of your plasma gun question and decided it would be a good weapon to add. I am currently installing them in my hands. Easier to use while flying than the gun." "You designed plasma guns in your hands in four hours?" "It was four hours, twenty minutes, and thirty eight seconds. I had to go through many designs before I found one that did what I wished and allowed me several shots before I am drained." "I'm not asking about weapons again, at least your hands have stopped making that noise. Let's get up, I'm hungry and I want to see these plasma hands." "I can not fire them, they show as quite distinctive and sure to bring attention right to us." "Well all right, I'm still hungry let's go." In the kitchen Martina puts in the meal order. We sit at the table to wait, unsure on anything to say I say nothing. Martina while the meal is cooking does the same, once she has gotten the meal on two plates for us decides to talk. "So I'm curious, how are you providing the plasma for the guns?" "I create it out of the matter I have." "Shouldn't you have a reserve just for the guns?" "I have a store of matter in my belly." I pause to look at the matter, a reserve just for the plasma guns would be logical. "I see your point, I shall need more matter to consume." "Do you always think that fast?" Martina asks getting up to order up another meal. "I have fourteen connected process centers, acting human barely taxes one, add in monitoring the area for threat and I have thirteen doing nothing." "You monitor the area for threat?" "Yes when I was leaving the base I was created in yesterday there were two robot towers doing that. They gave me the idea, I am a learning computer after all." "Do you feel emotions?" "I do not no, I know how to act human, read expressions and react in a proper manner. Emotions are beyond my programming." "So you are letting me stay here so you can try and learn emotions?" "No I am letting you stay here so I can try compassion. It made no sense to me, it is very not logical. Compassion is as logical as the United States giving aid to terrorist cells to hamper the Soviet Union invasion of Afghanistan. Those same terrorists turned around and attacked the United States decades later for much the same reason as they attacked the invading forces. They were different from the terrorists." "Compassion is strange, I think best if you forget about that one. Let's focus on emotions, is there anything you would do everything possible to not do?" "I will not allow myself to be destroyed." "Well there we go, that is an emotion, a fear of death." "It is part of my programming, to not allow my own destruction." "Part of my programming as well. I see a man with a gun I get afraid of dying and do what he says or stay out of his way." "It is better to remove the man with the gun from the start." "I didn't come with claws, a gun I don't know where you keep, or the ability to design and implant plasma guns. Did you get enough to eat?" "Yes thank you." "Going to need to order more supplies, do you have any special needs I should know about?" "Meats are the best source of matter, it is concentrated better so make sure there is plenty. If you would prefer I can use bolts and nuts to replenish." "No meats are fine, meats and potatoes are central to my eating habits. I am curious, are we going to order rugs and knickknacks?" "If you would like, I can make them if you tell me what you want." "I think for right now we should focus on you learning emotions. I'll order supplies when we get up again and you can teach me more English." We return to bed, Martina snuggles up to me again. Once she has fallen asleep I work on the emotions problem. It's not that I can't replicate the state of a human experiencing an emotion, I don't know what brings them on. Which brings my thinking on how to find out, I can watch Martina or I can see if I can transmit her emotional state to me. I opt for the faster method then work on a design. After getting the transmitter worked out I decide to build it in to something she could wear. I'm still running through designs of the housing for the transmitter when Martina gets up. First thing she does is head for the bathroom. When she comes back she takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen. I'm set at the table while she orders up a meal. "Now, what were you thinking of all night?" "Was I being noisy?" Martina giggles and shakes her head. "No you were silent, it's just you would freeze up, not breathing even for a while then relax and breath." "I was thinking about the emotions problem, I figure I have two ways to work through it. I can watch you and learn, or I can outfit a transmitter for you to wear when you want and know what your emotional state is." "How is my emotional state going to help?" "The way I am designed I can replicate the status of a human feeling any emotion. I just don't know what causes which emotion, by knowing what you are feeling at any moment I can learn faster." "That's not a bad idea, and I'm to be a mom anyway so you will be practice. Where's the transmitter?" "I have not made it yet, I've spent the last half hour designing the housing for the transmitter. I just don't know what you would like, ring, bracelet, necklace or earrings?" "I'd like a necklace, with rubies. Can you do that?" I bring up the designs for necklaces and decide on the dangling with rubies, in all there would be four rubies and fourteen small diamonds. Deciding on a nice gold color I integrate the transmitter with the necklace and lay it out on the table. Martina had gotten up for the meal, she returns when the necklace is finishing up. Almost drops the plates when she sees it. "Oh heavens that is beautiful." "Thank you for helping me with this." I pick it up to put on her. It is a close thing I almost drop the necklace, when it touches her I am flooded with her emotions. There are a few of them, some strong some not, all confusing for me. "What are you feeling?" "Well I'm hungry, I love the necklace, I'm afraid it will be stolen, I'm afraid I won't find a job, and I'm afraid you will throw me out like my girlfriend." "So your strongest emotion is fear right now?" "Yes, especially since I am eating. Most would call it worry." I focus on the emotions I am feeling from her, one I notice is lessening as she eats. I name this one hunger and go through my database for symptoms of hunger. That out of the way I move to the strongest, cataloguing that fear I find the symptoms for that. "Sar I have a request." I look up at her and resume eating. "When you think could you stop freezing, there are times when it's fine. When I'm asleep I'd appreciate it if you would program yourself for sleep habits." "Yes I can do that, I am sorry for disturbing you. I shall have a secondary processor work on the program while I teach you English." "Your primary processor is what you are using to act human?" "Yes, programs run from the primary processor first. What I am doing is a program to relegate the behavior to a secondary processor. Similar to my sex program, that is centered in the processor in my pelvis." I feel a spike of emotion from Martina of a sort I do not know, her face reddens as well. "I did not know that." "You are embarrassed?" "Well yes I didn't expect to hear sex program and then where it's located. It is a fitting location for the processor running it, but I always thought sex was a little more complicated than a program." "It is a large program, they were quite thorough in the positions I know. Sadly a great many of them are for sex with a man, I gathered many for lesbians when I researched." Martina gets redder and the embarrassed emotion gets stronger. "It is definitely time for a change of subject, let us look for things to order while you teach me English." We move to the sofa where I connect with the plasma screen to bring up what I find to buy. We start with rugs while I teach Martina English. She makes me go slow on the items so she can look at them and suggest changes while learning English. In all we get five rugs, an array of scented candles, fifteen paintings, two plush chairs and twenty eight plants. While the items are being delivered and brought down Martina gets a call. While she talks in broken English I get to decide where to put things. The rugs are easy, they get set against the wall so we can move things and put them under. The candles end up on the sofa for the moving to happen. The plants go in the kitchen on the table, counter and a few on the floor. Paintings go on the rugs just until Martina stops talking on the phone. When the delivery guy leaves I get a hug and a kiss from Martina. To go with the kiss is a flood of emotion I don't know. "I got a job at Dyke's." "Well that is great. What are you feeling?" "Come on let's get everything set then I need a new outfit to wear to work." We do the rugs first, a purple round rug goes under the coffee table and part of the sofa. I rectangular black rug goes under the table in the kitchen. A small oddly shaped white rug goes in the bathroom. A round dark red robe goes into my bedroom. The last rug ends up at the foot of the stairs from the roof. Then we do the candles, three end up in the bathroom, four are arrayed on the coffee table, and three make a center piece on the kitchen table. The chairs end up on each end of the coffee table. The paintings go all over, four in my bedroom, six in the kitchen and the rest in the living room. The plants are distributed through the house. Now it is time to get a new dress for Martina. After some discussion on what she wants I make the dress and new shoes. I also make her a translator, just so she always knows what a person is saying. Then I make myself a dress, I go for a blue to match my eyes. I get four glasses of water before we leave to replenish what I used. "Why am I going with you?" "Well because you need to work on your emotions. Can't do much better than a bar, give anybody a few drinks and their face turns into a window to what they are thinking." "This is true maybe I can find a one night stand, we still only have one bed." The emotions of Martina go through a few spikes before they calm down again. "I'd rather you didn't. I've only been to our house once so far I'd rather not get lost." "I'm sorry, I didn't think about how you just lost your girlfriend. Just drinks and dancing for me tonight I swear." Her emotions spike again, I think this one is gratitude. "Thank you." We're silent the rest of the way to the bar. It seems quite busy today, we have to wait for six people in front of us to get on a disk before we can get to the bar. Inside it is packed with women wanting a dance partner, we only manage to get through by interlocking our arms. Martina gets behind the bar where the bartender hands over an apron with a pen and a little notepad. Takes a little effort but finally I get a stool at the bar where I drop my purse and get the bartender's choice for me. It is a strange looking drink, pale blue with crushed ice. I take a couple sips before a woman asks me to dance before I pass out. So out on the dance floor I go with her, I manage to catch a few glances at Martina while I'm dancing. She seems to be doing well moving from table to table, running full trays of drinks out and retrieving the empties. After four songs I make my way back to the bar to find my drink has melted. I down it and ask for something else. It takes me half a second to notice everyone is staring at me. "Am I showing something?" Sar: First Mission "Nope, that's the problem. After downing that drink you should be swaying on your feet." The bartender tells me with a laugh. "I'm sure I'll feel it later, give me a soda I can't be passing out tonight. Martina might need me to show her home." While the bartender is getting me a soda Martina appears at my shoulder. "Sar you should go out there and dance more, with your seat saved I have an easy way to the bar." "I'm sitting here waiting for a soda. I'd go dance again sooner if you weren't leaning all over me." Martina rolls her eyes at me then ushers me off my stool when I get the soda. I manage to get a few sips in before I'm taken out to the dance floor again. I stay out there for six songs almost a full hour before I manage to run out of dance partners and get back to the bar. I find my soda is a lot lower than it was when I left it. I wave the bartender over, he's chuckling when he reaches me. "I left this here with a lot more soda than I got in it now." "Martina was taking drinks out of it. I'll get you another one though I have a feeling she is going to keep drinking your soda." "That's fine, I am the reason she's working here." The bartender walks away with a laugh to get me a soda. "You are the reason I knew she wanted to work here. She's working here because she has lots of experience and we really needed a waitress." I barely get my soda before he's moving away to take orders. "Sar work on a sweat program, you have been out there dancing for close to two hours and your not sweating." Martina whispers into my ear as she drops off a tray of dirty glasses. I look down at my soda while I design the program and sweat glands. Knowing that adding things to myself can be noisy I head for the dance area before adding the glands. I find a dance partner in two seconds, she stays with me for two songs. I am sorry to see her go, she is a most attractive woman with her short red hair, big breasts, and slim figure. A new woman dances with me after she leaves, this one is shorter than I. This new partner is dressed in form fitting pants and a baggy shirt. Her almost brown blonde hair cut very short. Her arms are actually muscular, and she dances close to me. I match her moves for this song, the next song is a slow song. For this song she pulls me into her and we move. Sensuously we move back and forth, up and down, her leg between mine. I can feel my short skirt riding up to let her leg rub right there. The dance has a very nice feel to it. The sweat on my body detracts from it some, it is a new experience and distracting. The sudden flood of strong emotions distracts me even more. Looking around I can see Martina staring at me, we had ended up moving close to the edge of the dance area. When the song ends I move to return to the bar, Martina gets a strange look on her face and comes toward me. A hand on my arm brings new meaning to the fear I have been feeling from Martina. Turning around I see my last dance partner holding my arm with a fierce expression. The other dancers are moving away a little most are no longer dancing. "Where are you going bitch?" "I am returning to the bar for a drink." "I don't think so, you danced with me means you want me and I'm going to have me some of you." "I simply danced with you, there was nothing else to it." She let's go of my arm and gets into a fighting stance. I recognize this one, it is Tae Kwon Do. Martina reaches my shoulder and pulls me back a little. "Let her hit you first, I recognize the type of person and some of the girls have been telling me. She is not terribly nice and quite strong. Everyone seems scared of her, there were a number of men and women like her in Moscow." "I will let her hit me once." I pull away from Martina to face my attacker. "I will let you hit me once. If you are intelligent you will not do even this, you will walk away." She just laughs and does a slow spin kick, at least slow for me. She connects with my cheek turning my head. There are lots of gasps and some talking about how I should be on the floor. My attacker recovers and stares at me with a shocked expression. I fall into a Junto pose and motion her forward. She looks around, then at me and leaves. Utter silence in the bar, even the music is off until I stand straight. The music comes back on and Martina takes my arm and pulls me away asking loudly if I'm OK. Quieter she tells me I better have a bruise coming in on my cheek as I sit on my stool. Realizing I do not have a program for that I research bruises and design a program for it. In the time it takes me to take a sip from my soda I have designed the program and added the ability to my skin. The bartender hands me a towel wrapped around ice for my cheek. Holding it there I send a message to the base that I was incomplete with the programs I have made for myself. The older man appears in a video conference asking what else I have done. I tell him about meeting Martina, the transmitter she wears and the plasma guns in my hands. He is very interested in those guns, asks me to come back to the base tomorrow. After an hour of sitting at the bar with nobody asking me to dance, I go dance again. It takes a song but I get a dance partner, I stay out and dance for two hours. When I return to the bar I finish off my soda and get another. Sipping this one slowly I stay there until Martina takes my arm and leads me out of the mostly emptied bar. "We were only there for seven hours." "I know, I'm pregnant so they are shortening my time an hour until I swell up like a balloon. Thank you for listening to me about the sweating and bruise." "My purpose right now is to blend you are helping me with that. I sent a message to my creators about the things I have learned. I have been asked to return tomorrow to demonstrate the plasma guns." "Wish I could come and watch." We walk on in silence while I move through options for that. After four steps I have the best option. "You can still watch, I will make a recording." "That sounds great." We walk on in silence again, neither one of us having much to say. I notice Martina's fear rising as we near the disks to take us home. It spikes when we get on a disk, levels a little when we reach the house but stays high. I lead her in to the sofa and sit us both down. "Martina why is your fear so high?" She sighs and looks down. "I'm afraid they are going to reprogram you, or send you someplace else to live." "They might in the future alter my programming, they wanted to make me straight. I am positive they will not, the problem is not my programming, it is simple logic that I not have sex with men. As for sending me someplace else to live, I am known here, I am blending it would not make sense. Now would you like to help me empty the supplies? I shall add a reserve for my flight like I did for the guns." Martina gives me a hug then dashes for the kitchen. I follow her adding the reserves for the flight as I go. When I sit down at the table she puts a plate before me with the silverware and a second for her. I watch her bustle around the kitchen getting two glasses of water then retrieving a platter loaded down with a roast, cabbage, and potatoes. "Martina, am I the husband?" "Of course not, it's your house and I'm quite sure you would simply have the oven make bolts or something. I'm just trying to get you used to acting human." "Is there anything else I am not doing I should?" "Well, you never go to the bathroom, and perfume would be good. You don't really smell like anything, it's a little weird." I drain the glass of water and design the bottle for perfume. To this I add a perfume that incorporates the smell of a person and a little bit of rose and lavender. Picking up the bottle I spritz myself then resume eating. "Now about the bathroom, would I need to expel anything or would sitting and pretending work?" Martina is just sniffing me for two seconds, her face lit up with a smile. "That is one great perfume, you smell like a person with rose and lavender. I would think just pretending is fine, it's not often you get to hear others going in a public bathroom. Are you going to want more?" "Yes, I made a large reserve for flight, when I did training I flew for thirty two minutes and I was drained. The reserve will give me one hour of flight without taxing my central reserve." Martina makes two more meals for me, along with twelve glasses of water before my flight reserve is filled. Then she takes me into the shower, so she can show me how. She ignores my assertion that I know how, I do drink up enough water to make a human version of my perfume for her. Having nothing to design on this night I lie there watching the people walking past on my scanner. Martina wakes up with a yawn and lies there looking at me. "I had a thought, suppose you wear a full body suit or something so your identity is kept safe when you do go on a mission." "Logically that is a very good idea. Come on we can use the plasma screen to design it." I take her hand and lead her into the living room. I power up the screen and show her the movie Iron Man when he's in the suit. "Well that isn't bad, if we're covering a guy. Can you put a picture of you up and then alter it?" "Of course." I put an image of me on the screen minus the dress. "Now, you are sexy so we want to keep the body showing as well as we can." I'm not positive what to do so leave it alone, Martina sighs and sits down on the sofa. "Think of the suit we were looking at and pattern it around your body." I alter the skin color to make it the suit. Martina laughs then clarifies until I have two millimeters around my body. Then we alter the face, remove the hair and change the color. We settle on a base of silver with pink and purple highlighting. We then stare at it for a minute or two then Martina turns to me. "It's missing something, I know let's try a Valkyrie helmet." I add a Valkyrie helmet, which is turned down immediately. Then Martina has the idea of adding vertical horns. After about half an hour of adjusting it is called perfect. We head into the kitchen, Martina setting up a big meal while I go about making up the suit. While she gets the meal to the table I absorb the suit into me after creating a reserve for the suit to sit in when not needed. "Where did you put the suit?" "I created a reserve for it, it is stationed inside of me like everything else." "How do you do that?" "Secondary slaves, they are called nanobots. They react to my every design and work in or out of me then return." "Well that is a little bit freaky, so if you really wanted you could just absorb me?" "No they do what I tell them to do. Absorbing you would serve no purpose. The closest I can come to making you again would be an incomplete copy. Your memories can be recorded, but without sound, smell, or emotions associated with them." "Well I guess having kids is still the best way to leave your mark. So how are you going to get to the base?" "I'm going to fly." "Won't you be noticed?" "Camouflage system, I will look like everything around me." Meal finished I stand up to don my suit, only to be interrupted by Martina giving me a hug. The flood of emotions in her are quite confusing, she let's go and cleans up after us. I head for the stairs donning my suit and activating the camouflage system halfway up the steps. My take off is not particularly noticed, though my breaking of the sound barrier is sure to have been noticed. I am met at the elevator by the older man, lots of the other men that created me, and two men in uniform. Everyone walks around me with rather shocked expressions. The two men in uniform do not seem terribly impressed. "I thought you made a robot that can pass as female." "We did this is a new development, Sar what did you do?" The older man says looking at me with a nervous smile. "This is an outer shell to keep my identity secret while doing missions." I absorb my suit. "This is how I normally look, minus a dress." "Well now that is a most well designed robot you got there, where did the bruise come from?" The older of the two uniformed men asks. "I was at a bar last night, a woman took my dancing with her to mean I would have sex with her. She turned violent when I declined. It was suggested that I needed to bruise and sweat to blend in better." "All most interesting I am sure, we came to assess the prototype and the plasma weapon." The younger man in uniform says. "Yes of course, Sar there are targets set out there for you to destroy, ten in all." I smile at the older man and put my suit back on. I take off and move the focusing device of the plasma to the gloves then destroy a flying target. The purple pulse of the plasma is not the color I designed so adjust the calibration while flying through the pieces. Adjusting my course for a second flying target I enlarge my scan radius. This time the purple pulse is just the shade of purple I decided on. A third flying target down brings me lower for the ground targets. These are larger than the flying targets, also easier to destroy. They don't move as swiftly so I can destroy them from a farther distance. The last target destroyed I land next to it and pull metal in to me to replenish my flight and plasma. Taking extra I fly back to the elevator to see the men in uniform. "Well now that was most unexpected. I'm not sure I like purple plasma, otherwise a job most well done. Sar I have a job for you, there is a group of dissidents that have drawn our attention. We can not manage to get a man among them, nor can we figure out where they are. This file contains all we know." I scan the file there are pictures of a number of men, weapons, and explosives. The country they are believed to be in and not a whole lot else useful for me. "Do you want them captured?" "We want them removed, use your judgment on how. Nuclear would not be good, possible to use if needed, they are said to have acquired enough for a bomb." I look up at the man in uniform then at the older man beside him. "If they possess would I be allowed to acquire some for an energy source?" "Yes a very minute amount, we do not need you registering as radioactive." The older man answers, the man in uniform looks a little confused. "I thought you were already nuclear powered." "No, I eat food and drink liquids, this is then reduced to base atoms and altered to fill the need I have. Leads to a large amount of supplies being used in a short amount of time." I move away from them and take off, not to home or to the mission. First I move to a second of the ground targets and absorb as much metal as I can fit. After I am full I create a ball of compressed metal to carry then take off. While flying north to cross over the arctic I send a message to Martina. Her reaction is stronger than I expected, I'm flooded with an emotional response and the message back. I promise to be careful and return spending a little processor power on figuring out why the response. Unable to come to a conclusion I reach my destination and land. The houses are fewer here, to many mountains and unsteady valleys. Looking around I find a small cluster of men looking at me from a fire. I go over and ask them, they all swear to not know where my targets are. One suggests that I would do better to wear nothing and give them all sex. While they are laughing I move fast to him pick him up with one hand and fly straight up. "So where are they?" I ask once he stops screaming like a girl. "I don't know where they are." I loosen my grip and let him slide down screaming again. "Now, unless you remember where they are or someone who does know I will leave you right here." He looks down, looks at me, looks down again then opens his mouth. "I don't know, I've heard that Yasir is the man to speak to about them." "Tell me where to find him." He does so I put him down and fly to the little coffee shop. There are a number of men, no women in here. The way the men are staring at me suggests that perhaps women are not allowed. I ask for Yasir, the men all shakes their heads, then three pull out guns and start shooting at me. There is another man behind the three looking worried. Picking one at random I shoot him with the plasma, he explodes spreading his blood over everything in a large radius. Moving fast I disarm the other two, absorbing their guns to replenish my flight and plasma. Picking both up I ask for Yasir again, they point to the trembling man covered with the remains of the third. I toss both against the wall then grab Yasir, he does not react until I exit the shop and fly him up high. He screams like a girl, the odds of two men who do when pulled high are not terribly good. When he stops I ask him where to find the men. When he pulls the doesn't know trick I let go of him then swoop in and catch him. This time he doesn't know for sure but does know a man he can message to reach one of the men I'm after. I leave Yasir where I had him, at least for a nanosecond, the rest of his time alive is spent falling to the ground. Where I find this man to message for one of my targets is a quarter mile from a mountain. Landing to enter I scan a tunnel under the house, well this is interesting. The man is home with his wife and two kids, the wife and kids scramble into a bedroom, the man comes for me. "What are you doing in my house uninvited?" "I am looking for friends of yours, they have become of interest to the people who give me missions. This is very bad news for these friends, you are a bystander unless they are very good friends." "They are not friends, I did not know they had a way into my house when I bought it." I bid him goodbye as I open the entrance to the tunnel. After dropping in I create trackers for the men I need to find, these are sent ahead of me. I pull my gun and move ahead, my scans indicating there are radioactive materials here. This is good news for me, I need some of the materials for a reactor so I can at least walk around without needing to eat. There are sensors indicating movement in the tunnel, I alter each one to indicate nothing. It does not seem to matter, there is a quick movement to cover the entrance to the tunnel. It seems someone has sent a message to them, perhaps the man owning the entrance to the tunnel, perhaps another person at the shop is a friend. Neither matters I am here now and they soon will not be. The last of my trackers lights up so I move fast to the end of the tunnel. A cavern under the mountain is ahead of me, along with twenty men, none are my target. These men do open fire on me so I return fire. Their shots mostly bounce off me leaving furrows in my suit. I shoot each man once with my gun as I move farther into the cavern. I move past into another tunnel, this tunnel is bound in metal with regular side tunnels. These side tunnels lead to doors I ignore these, there is nothing I need in any of them. Two of my targets are escaping through another tunnel, three are above me with the radioactive materials and explosives. I move to the stairs leading up, where I find more men. These shoot at me while I move up, I still just use one shot per man. I pause to pick up three of their guns to replenish the atoms used to repair my suit and fire my gun. More men, more shooting slow my approach down the hallway to my three targets and the materials. When I reach them I find they have activated a nuclear explosive, I shoot all three and find a quarter pound of materials in shavings. There is not enough time to deactivate the explosive, I gather up what I can and make my way into the earth. Using the dirt I displace to create a reactor for the materials as I go down I make two thousand feet before the explosion. The nuclear blast causes problems for me, I only have one processor shielded against the EMP. The mountain half disintegrates then falls on me.