Single Wired Female (Wired for Love Book 2) by Greg Dragon Page B
Authors: Greg Dragon
Tags: Science-Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, cyberpunk, Thrillers & Suspense, Technothrillers
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would be fine Stephen.” Tricia giggled. “I will see you then. Thank you for all your help. I look forward to talking to you more about this tomorrow.”
07 | An Unexpected Visitor
“Bonnie, what the hell. Where are you?” Sal asked and Tricia could tell that he was holding back his anger.
“I’m sorry, Sal, but I had to do something. Being cooped up in that room waiting by the device is not an easy thing to do. There were days when I wondered if I was being conned and thinking that I would be waiting for months while you chased a ghost. I was shot and it is very possible that I am not the Bonnie you think I am,” Tricia said.
“Oh, not this android business again. Look, we can’t have you floating around without a locator. What if that android catches up with you and you’re out there alone?”
“I’ve been attacked once without any backup, Sal; that is the least of my worries. I want to find out what happened to me. You aren’t able to do what I am doing out here. See, you’re working on the crime and I’m working on the reason. I have your code; you really don’t have to worry. I will call you to check in every night.”
Sal sighed and was quiet for a while. It was as if he was thinking over his options and disliking them all the same. “Okay, Bonnie, but I have your code now too. DO NOT CHANGE IT. Promise me that you won’t change it!”
“I won’t. It’s not like I’m avoiding any contact with you. I just don’t want to be a prisoner in a pretty jail waiting for a knight to ride in and slay the dragon. I want to know why anyone would do this to another human being.”
Sal made a grunt of approval and Tricia touched the surface of her device twice in order to power it down. She lay back in the bed and let her android eyes outline the objects in the dark room in order for her to see.
The clock’s display showed that it was 10:33 p.m. and she had been napping for over three hours. It had been a long day. Facing that hostile android, avoiding detection, and meeting Stephen had put her mental capacitors into overdrive and this made her limbs feel tired and worn out. Now she felt great; the rest had rejuvenated her and the talk with Sal had brought back images of the Fritz and Isaac building.
What would be on the upper floors of that building? Would it be laboratories filled with human brains, ready to be inserted into an android’s frame? Was she one of these cybernetic freaks that were not quite human and not quite machine? Her brain morphed these questions into thoughts of procreating with a human and birthing life from the union. Not a small, precious, little person built of human flesh, but a large, humanoid, android hybrid with exposed silver bones that skin couldn’t quite cover.
Tricia remembered having a conversation with someone in her past who had made a joke that babies born to human and androids would come out as natural cyborgs. Freaks who would always be in pain, unable to keep down regular food, and ultimately dangerous. It had been a thought that had stuck with her for a very long time.
If they reached a singularity of human beings and synthetic machines, wouldn’t there need to be the ability to procreate in order to keep life going? How would that be achieved? It didn’t seem to make any sense whatsoever. She lay back down and willed herself to sleep, pulling up one of Bonnie’s old memories as she drifted off into the darkness.
0 1 0 1 0
Tricia, now as Bonnie O’Neal the human, found herself walking towards an office inside of a well-lit hallway. The carpet was a silvery blue color and it gave the dream an ethereal quality that made it seem more than a memory. Bonnie walked forward and touched the door, and it melted away from her palm with a rippling effect, leaving the space before her open to show a long table with men and women seated around it.
There had to be a dozen suits inside the room, pouring coffee, sucking down water, and trying their best not to
07 | An Unexpected Visitor
“Bonnie, what the hell. Where are you?” Sal asked and Tricia could tell that he was holding back his anger.
“I’m sorry, Sal, but I had to do something. Being cooped up in that room waiting by the device is not an easy thing to do. There were days when I wondered if I was being conned and thinking that I would be waiting for months while you chased a ghost. I was shot and it is very possible that I am not the Bonnie you think I am,” Tricia said.
“Oh, not this android business again. Look, we can’t have you floating around without a locator. What if that android catches up with you and you’re out there alone?”
“I’ve been attacked once without any backup, Sal; that is the least of my worries. I want to find out what happened to me. You aren’t able to do what I am doing out here. See, you’re working on the crime and I’m working on the reason. I have your code; you really don’t have to worry. I will call you to check in every night.”
Sal sighed and was quiet for a while. It was as if he was thinking over his options and disliking them all the same. “Okay, Bonnie, but I have your code now too. DO NOT CHANGE IT. Promise me that you won’t change it!”
“I won’t. It’s not like I’m avoiding any contact with you. I just don’t want to be a prisoner in a pretty jail waiting for a knight to ride in and slay the dragon. I want to know why anyone would do this to another human being.”
Sal made a grunt of approval and Tricia touched the surface of her device twice in order to power it down. She lay back in the bed and let her android eyes outline the objects in the dark room in order for her to see.
The clock’s display showed that it was 10:33 p.m. and she had been napping for over three hours. It had been a long day. Facing that hostile android, avoiding detection, and meeting Stephen had put her mental capacitors into overdrive and this made her limbs feel tired and worn out. Now she felt great; the rest had rejuvenated her and the talk with Sal had brought back images of the Fritz and Isaac building.
What would be on the upper floors of that building? Would it be laboratories filled with human brains, ready to be inserted into an android’s frame? Was she one of these cybernetic freaks that were not quite human and not quite machine? Her brain morphed these questions into thoughts of procreating with a human and birthing life from the union. Not a small, precious, little person built of human flesh, but a large, humanoid, android hybrid with exposed silver bones that skin couldn’t quite cover.
Tricia remembered having a conversation with someone in her past who had made a joke that babies born to human and androids would come out as natural cyborgs. Freaks who would always be in pain, unable to keep down regular food, and ultimately dangerous. It had been a thought that had stuck with her for a very long time.
If they reached a singularity of human beings and synthetic machines, wouldn’t there need to be the ability to procreate in order to keep life going? How would that be achieved? It didn’t seem to make any sense whatsoever. She lay back down and willed herself to sleep, pulling up one of Bonnie’s old memories as she drifted off into the darkness.
0 1 0 1 0
Tricia, now as Bonnie O’Neal the human, found herself walking towards an office inside of a well-lit hallway. The carpet was a silvery blue color and it gave the dream an ethereal quality that made it seem more than a memory. Bonnie walked forward and touched the door, and it melted away from her palm with a rippling effect, leaving the space before her open to show a long table with men and women seated around it.
There had to be a dozen suits inside the room, pouring coffee, sucking down water, and trying their best not to
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