226 who are the bad guys


“This is what my creators told me about sex, that is what you are asking isn’t it?” Eve asked.

“Yes it is.  If it comes down to working someone, what tools do you have available.  I guess that’s what I’m really asking.  No wait, I’m also asking what your programs says, so that I know what to expect from you.”

“As the creator would says let’s cut to the chase, which of these are you really asking: A. Can I give a Blow job?  B.Would I feel anything while doing it?  C. Could the guy tell I wasn’t a real woman from me having done it?” Eve asked.

“All of the above,” I replied.

“They tell me that it’s pretty much the same, as at least some, real women feel about it.  I have learned the technique well enough to get away with it.  I would feel pleasure in pleasing someone for whom I had empathy.  I would be able to see the necessity in doing it at times, even for someone for whom I did not have empathy.  I am told there is no way a man would know, just from my blow job, that I am not a real woman.” Eve said.

“Well at what point would he know?” I asked.

“Vaginal or Anal intercourse is impossible for me.  Is that what you wanted to know?” she asked.

“It is exactly what I wanted to know.  I need to protect you from anyone with that kind of thing in mind,” I replied.

“Yes we need to avoid anything that might lead a man to expect that kind of activity.” she said.

“Remembering Lucy, I would guess that in a social setting, you can kiss and pretend to enjoy it?” I asked.

“With true fondness for the human, I would not have to pretend.  I would enjoy giving them pleasure.”  Eve said.

“Does your programing give you an understanding of human expectations?” I asked.

“That any erotic behavior would lead a human to expect an escalation eventually ending in an orgasm,” she replied.

“Exactly,” I replied.

“Yes but that can be achieved in ways other than intercourse.  As we have already discussed oral sex is an option.  An option that applies to both men and women, as does manual stimulation.” She informed me.

“Yes but you will need logical excuses for not going farther.  If all else fails, you will have to use whatever force is necessary to escape.  I’m sure that is permitted inside your program perimeter.” I said.

“That is exactly the protocol.  I am to go along to a point, but when my identity is in danger, then I am to escape using the least amount of force necessary.” she said.  It made perfect sense to me.  I just had to be sure what the ground rules were.

The conversation took place in the cruiser while in route to my downtown house.  “Scan the surveillance files please,” I demanded of Eve when we were close.

“No one has been inside the house, however there is an occupied car in an alley across the street.” she informed me.

“Do they have a view of the house?” I asked.

“Yes, there are two life forms in the car and they appear to be watching your house,” she said.  “Do you have any idea whether they are friend or foe?” she asked.

“I have a lot fewer friends than foes,” I admitted.  “We should probably assume they are not friendlies.”   With that said, I found the cell phone inside my big bag.  I pushed the speed dial then said into the line, “Operator this isn’t really an emergency, but there are two men parked in a car.  They are sitting in a downtown alley.  They look as though they might be planning to break into the downtown drugstore.  I’m just trying to do my part.” I said as the operator said thank you.

I also gave her my name, when she asked.  Once she had my name she took it all a lot more seriously.  I parked my car in front of the building, where it would sit until I moved it to the alley parking space sometime during the next day.  An alley at night just seemed less friendly than a downtown street.  I know a drive by shooting was more likely in the street, but a shootout with a hidden assassin was more likely in the rear.  Nothing was a hundred percent safe even in those days.  I did park so that the car had a lousy angle if they chose to shoot.

Eve and I waited until the patrol car came by and pulled into the alley across the street before we got out of the cruiser.  I was tempted to walk over, just to observe but I was pretty sure it would make the uniformed officer nervous.  The second car had pulled into the alley from the back to seal the car in.  Eve and I went quickly into my downtown house.  We went up to the second floor sitting room/bedroom to watch the police progress.  I kept my cell phone at the ready in case there was a problem.

There weren’t an big time issues.  They all just drove away.  Since no one stopped to give me an update, I had a feeling they were cops.  Maybe even cops from Tryon or super cops from the Feds.   I didn’t feel like it was bad guys just yet.  I hadn’t started to rattle their cages yet.

“I need to report in,” Eve said after the cars had all gone.

“Sure do what you need to do.  I’m going to go to bed.  Unlike you I need real sleep.  Tomorrow is another day.” I said smiling at her.

“Would you mind terribly if I did as Lucy used to do and lay beside you while you sleep.  It isn’t just being with you, it’s also that I can keep you safe,” Eve said.

I had to admit she did look concerned.  “Well maybe I can keep you safe as well,” I said.  “And no I don’t mind at all.”

“Thank you, I will be along in a very short time.  It is a raw data transfer and will take only about 6 seconds,” she informed me.

I felt her snuggle up as Lucy had done, and I slept the best I had since the Irishman went back to Swamp Thing.  I supposed that I really didn’t like sleeping alone.

The next morning Eve and I went to Hardee’s, instead of Helen’s Sit Down, for breakfast.  A couple of  the regulars noticed me and smiled.  One even asked, “Where is your buddy with the big boobs?”

“Breast cancer,” Eve said.  We were both shocked.  “Gotcha,” she said to him.  To me she said, “Remember I read your file.”

“Well to be honest if I could choose, I think I would go with a few sizes larger than either of us have,” I said.

“Doesn’t seem to have prevented you from getting laid.  Besides They didn’t ask me what I wanted.  Just like you humans, it was a crap shoot.” she said with a smile.

After the best biscuit in town, we went to the mall to walk.  Eve didn’t need to walk but of course I did.  “See that woman in the beret?” I asked Eve.

“Sure the old blond chick,” she commented.

“Watch her move.  For a woman almost eighty she is a thing of beauty.” I said.

“Well, did you ever sleep with her?” At least Eve was smiling cautiously.

“No she is the one who got away.  You do know I don’t screw everyone I say hello to, don’t you?” I asked.

“That’s the rumor, but I’m not sure I believe it.’ Eve said.  Eve was beginning to show a wicked sense of humor.

“Good morning Tiny Dancer,” I said as we approached her.

“I see you still walk like a circus clown,” she said smiling at me.  “And your friend walks like an arthritic old lady.”

“Thanks, I’ll try to do better,” I said.

“Me to,” Eve agreed.  “So are you going to walk with us?” she added.

“I’m going to stretch for a while first.  I’ll see you two somewhere along the way.” the dancer said.

“She doesn’t love the exercise near as much as she loves being seen,” Eve said to me.

“I know, but why don’t we just let her live in her own world,” I suggested.

“That sounds reasonable,” Eve said in agreement.

Several old men and women passed us.  All the men looked wolfishly at both Eve and me.  They always did, which was a good reason to walk at the mall.

“So are those old guys flirting with us?’ Eve asked.

“Frankly it’s more admiring than flirting.  I don’t think they really want to follow through with any of it.” I said.

“Now I’m not sure how I feel about that.  After last night it might be fun to find out how real people react to me doing my thing.”  She laughed as the punctuation at the end of the sentence.

“Don’t give up hope.  There is always a chance someone will come along whom we can rape,” I said.

“Do we flip a coin or draw straws for order?” she asked.  Eve was getting to be raunchy.  I wondered what was going on with her.  Had someone programmed her that way or had the personality transplant caused it.  I approved, but I wasn’t at all sure the hall monitors would.

In the parking lot Eve watched me make a phone call.  I had to look the number up in my small spiral notebook.  The phone rang several time before I got the voice male.  “It’s me Maxine.  I need the name and an introduction to the best damn dope cop in Aster or Tryon.  It’s important.”
“Who did you call?” Eve asked.
“An old friend who sees things like me,” I informed her.

“Good, then ask him about Charles Allen Wilson,” she said.

“No, I’m going to ask him who to ask.  Patience,” I said.

“You are going to lecture me on patience, I find that rather amusing,” she said.

“Careful, I’ll put sugar in your tank,” I said laughing.

“Now what does that mean?” she asked.

“Look it up, robo slut,” I broke into real laughter.

“Not yet but I’m sure you are going to turn me into that,” she said smiling broadly.

“Most likely yes,” I agreed.

“Good,” she replied.

The phone played Mag 7 all of a sudden.  “What the fuck?” I asked

“I knew you missed it.  Everyone told me, you missed it.” she said.

“Exactly how did everyone know?” I asked.  She just shrugged.

“Hello Blevins, so who is it?” I asked.

“Detective Sergeant Wilson,” he replied.  “And I’m fine how are you.”

“Shit, Charles Allen Wilson?” I asked.

“Charlie Wilson yeah, why?” he asked.

“It looks like he has gone over,” I said.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Sure as I can be without torturing him,” I replied.

“How bad is it?” Blevins asked.

“As bad as it gets Blevins.  I swear this is going to be the death of us all,” I informed him.

“I’ll be back tonight. I’ll come by the motel,” he offered.

“I don’t live there any more.  Come by 220 N. Main, it’s where I live now.” I said.

“You sure it’s this bad?” he asked.

“If you need to ask, don’t waste my time.” I said to him.

The phone went dead, so I turned my attention to Eve.  How did you know about the phone.  It hasn’t rang like that since before Lucy even,”  I informed her.

“But it did on the TV show,” she said.

“That damn TV show,” I lamented.

When we pulled the bikes into the alley, there was a car parked blocking our way.  “This may prove to be difficult,” I said to Eve.

“It’s the car from the alley,” she informed me.

About cindypress

sorry it is a mystery.
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7 Responses to 226 who are the bad guys

  1. jack says:

    Doesn’t look to good to me are they bad guys that already have connections inside the Aster force or Agency guys showing up as backup. Only time will tell. Max has no backup other than Eve. But then Eve may be a lot closer to super woman than i suspect, and with the physical or emotional connection that Eve is developing for Max she may override the program limitations. Thanks

  2. Mr. T. says:

    I just hope Microsoft didn’t program her. What will happen when she BLUE screens ???

  3. cindypress says:

    maybe we need to find the reset button

  4. Mr. T. says:

    Now this is something men are very, very GOOD at doing.
    I LOVE looking for elusive buttons… I also like to chew off those silly little bows that women have on their bra, right between their tits. Whoever came up with that design deserves a real reward for creativity. I have shocked more than one woman by attacking that cheesy little bow.

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