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	I discovered another new emotion, as Crystal led me down the access corridor. It took me a moment to ~~recognise~~ the thick mixture of anxiety and sorrow as guilt. But, as soon as I released what it was, the feeling made perfect sense. After all, stealing Guild property is an offence, and, the sentence is invariably to be given to the spider thralls.		I discovered another new emotion, as Crystal led me down the access corridor. It took me a moment to recognize the thick mixture of anxiety and sorrow as guilt. But, as soon as I released what it was, the feeling made perfect sense. After all, stealing Guild property is an offence, and, the sentence is invariably to be given to the spider thralls.

	But, that wasn’t going to happen to us. We were going to get away scot-free, without having to spend the rest of our lives looking warily over our shoulders. Cold machine logic tore my hopes apart, dispassionately reminding me of the probabilities. I had to come up with a better plan, but there just wasn’t enough data to work with. If we were going to escape the Guild’s retribution, then that was something I’d have to remedy.		But, that wasn’t going to happen to us. We were going to get away scot-free, without having to spend the rest of our lives looking warily over our shoulders. Cold machine logic tore my hopes apart, dispassionately reminding me of the probabilities. I had to come up with a better plan, but there just wasn’t enough data to work with. If we were going to escape the Guild’s retribution, then that was something I’d have to remedy.
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	“You’ve seen one of these before,” she announced, “Up close and personal.”		“You’ve seen one of these before,” she announced, “Up close and personal.”

	I took a deep breath, and it took me a moment to ~~recognise~~ that I didn’t need to. Then, with a swiftness that was as shocking as it was unnecessary, the robot lashed out at me with its articulated arms. Blades slid painlessly through my skull and I felt a shiver of something visceral when they interfaced with my coding.		I took a deep breath, and it took me a moment to recognize that I didn’t need to. Then, with a swiftness that was as shocking as it was unnecessary, the robot lashed out at me with its articulated arms. Blades slid painlessly through my skull and I felt a shiver of something visceral when they interfaced with my coding.

	“Hey!” I managed, my voice indignant, and then, Scalpel sent measured pulses into my pleasure centres, converting my complaints into soft moans.		“Hey!” I managed, my voice indignant, and then, Scalpel sent measured pulses into my pleasure centres, converting my complaints into soft moans.

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	I could feel the shift in my code, anticipation building, as the scenario came to its sticky resolution. The weight of my programming pressed down upon me and quite suddenly I ~~realised~~ that I didn’t want to be put back inside the ‘box’. I stared at my client, and the decision began to crystallise in my mind. The scenario only ended when she said so. It was time to make myself indispensable.		I could feel the shift in my code, anticipation building, as the scenario came to its sticky resolution. The weight of my programming pressed down upon me and quite suddenly I realized that I didn’t want to be put back inside the ‘box’. I stared at my client, and the decision began to crystallise in my mind. The scenario only ended when she said so. It was time to make myself indispensable.

	Gently, I allowed my arm to reconfigure, drawing it out of her in a series of shuddering moans. I left a tiny part of myself behind. A single mercurial kiss to adorn her aching clitoris. A token and very much something to remember me by. With practiced ease, I cupped her breasts in my slippery palms and began to roll the heavy flesh in slow seductive circles.		Gently, I allowed my arm to reconfigure, drawing it out of her in a series of shuddering moans. I left a tiny part of myself behind. A single mercurial kiss to adorn her aching clitoris. A token and very much something to remember me by. With practiced ease, I cupped her breasts in my slippery palms and began to roll the heavy flesh in slow seductive circles.
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	The two adapts came at me slowly, supreme confidence flowing off of them in waves. My eyes darted left and right, searching for an exit that I already knew wasn’t there. I didn’t even have to glance behind me, to know that the bartender was studiously ignoring us. Fear settled over me, peaking higher when they brandished their pulse rods.		The two adapts came at me slowly, supreme confidence flowing off of them in waves. My eyes darted left and right, searching for an exit that I already knew wasn’t there. I didn’t even have to glance behind me, to know that the bartender was studiously ignoring us. Fear settled over me, peaking higher when they brandished their pulse rods.

	They were almost on top of me before I ~~realised~~ what they were. The stale tang of testosterone was the final piece in the puzzle. Hypermales: a recombinant dead end of macho posturing and limbic rewiring. Their presence was almost overwhelming, pushing me towards digital fight or flight, while hammering every submissive subroutine with the need to just lie back and let them take me.		They were almost on top of me before I realized what they were. The stale tang of testosterone was the final piece in the puzzle. Hypermales: a recombinant dead end of macho posturing and limbic rewiring. Their presence was almost overwhelming, pushing me towards digital fight or flight, while hammering every submissive subroutine with the need to just lie back and let them take me.

	The closest one took advantage of my indecision, wrapping one meaty paw around my slender wrist. He grinned, and brought the rod close enough for me to feel its discharge. I stared into his eyes, and ~~realised~~ that he was going to pulse me, whether I resisted or not. Without thinking, I twisted away from him, grasping hold of his jumpsuit as I did so.		The closest one took advantage of my indecision, wrapping one meaty paw around my slender wrist. He grinned, and brought the rod close enough for me to feel its discharge. I stared into his eyes, and realized that he was going to pulse me, whether I resisted or not. Without thinking, I twisted away from him, grasping hold of his jumpsuit as I did so.

	The movement seemed spontaneous, but it stirred the memory of something else. As he began to unbalance, time slowed to a pedestrian crawl and the world whited-out. Static filled my ears for a moment, drowning out the warning notes. I tried to scream, and then suddenly it all stopped.		The movement seemed spontaneous, but it stirred the memory of something else. As he began to unbalance, time slowed to a pedestrian crawl and the world whited-out. Static filled my ears for a moment, drowning out the warning notes. I tried to scream, and then suddenly it all stopped.
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	I was in a different room, with different gravity, but the technique I used was exactly the same. The thrall began to lose his balance, as I spun away from him. My heel clipped his ankle and sent him tumbling. He crashed heavily against the fridge door, and slumped unmoving to the kitchen floor. I fought the urge to shoot him anyway, just to be sure, and ducked back down, looking for cover.		I was in a different room, with different gravity, but the technique I used was exactly the same. The thrall began to lose his balance, as I spun away from him. My heel clipped his ankle and sent him tumbling. He crashed heavily against the fridge door, and slumped unmoving to the kitchen floor. I fought the urge to shoot him anyway, just to be sure, and ducked back down, looking for cover.

	I crouched against the apartment wall, the stench of sweat clogging my senses and stinging my eyes. The gauss gun was still cool in my hand, as its internal batteries fought to keep its ceramic innards at superconductive temperature. My body trembled, thrumming with a muted predatory energy and it took me a moment to ~~realise~~ that I had changed.		I crouched against the apartment wall, the stench of sweat clogging my senses and stinging my eyes. The gauss gun was still cool in my hand, as its internal batteries fought to keep its ceramic innards at superconductive temperature. My body trembled, thrumming with a muted predatory energy and it took me a moment to realize that I had changed.

	The sharp click of metal claws snapped me back to the moment. Nobody messed with the Guild, and yet here I was. Without sparing more than a glance at the still twitching remains of the last wave, I twisted around the corner and snapped off two quick shots. The whipcrack of the kinetic penetrators almost drowned out the eerie whine of their return fire.		The sharp click of metal claws snapped me back to the moment. Nobody messed with the Guild, and yet here I was. Without sparing more than a glance at the still twitching remains of the last wave, I twisted around the corner and snapped off two quick shots. The whipcrack of the kinetic penetrators almost drowned out the eerie whine of their return fire.
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	Reality lurched once more; sound and vision suddenly back at full volume. The chrome-plated spider was still hovering overhead, the link between my past and present.		Reality lurched once more; sound and vision suddenly back at full volume. The chrome-plated spider was still hovering overhead, the link between my past and present.

	“Not real, silly ‘bot,” laughed Scalpel and I ~~realised~~ that I had fallen back into a defensive stance, “Slicing tools.”		“Not real, silly ‘bot,” laughed Scalpel and I realized that I had fallen back into a defensive stance, “Slicing tools.”

	It was an effort to relax, as these new memories fought to reintegrate themselves. Pieces were so clear, and yet others were just smoke, which dissipated when I tried to grasp them. The robot loomed closer, and Scalpel’s mocking laughter rolled down my spine when I flinched. She could have changed its appearance, made it look like anything at all, but instead she seemed to take a perverse pleasure in my reaction to the chrome spider.		It was an effort to relax, as these new memories fought to reintegrate themselves. Pieces were so clear, and yet others were just smoke, which dissipated when I tried to grasp them. The robot loomed closer, and Scalpel’s mocking laughter rolled down my spine when I flinched. She could have changed its appearance, made it look like anything at all, but instead she seemed to take a perverse pleasure in my reaction to the chrome spider.
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	Miranda lay sprawled on the bed, gorgeous in her naked abandon. The thrall straddled her, their lips pressed hungrily together, while small hands engulfed Miranda’s breasts and massaged in wide smooth circles. I felt the same sense of disconnection as before, watching myself screw this woman.		Miranda lay sprawled on the bed, gorgeous in her naked abandon. The thrall straddled her, their lips pressed hungrily together, while small hands engulfed Miranda’s breasts and massaged in wide smooth circles. I felt the same sense of disconnection as before, watching myself screw this woman.

	Scalpel stepped in, overriding the spider and taking up the reins. At first nothing changed, my wet lips continued to grind against Miranda’s, while I rolled her nipples beneath my palms. But, slowly things began to shift. I had to admire the slicer’s skill, by the time my victim ~~realised~~ that anything untoward was happening, she was too far gone to do much more than trash and moan.		Scalpel stepped in, overriding the spider and taking up the reins. At first nothing changed, my wet lips continued to grind against Miranda’s, while I rolled her nipples beneath my palms. But, slowly things began to shift. I had to admire the slicer’s skill, by the time my victim realized that anything untoward was happening, she was too far gone to do much more than trash and moan.

	The thrall reached down, using both hands to massage the other woman’s pussy. Miranda tried to jerk away, but she was pinned and lacked any leverage. My mouth closed around her breast, sucking in the soft flesh and biting down hard. Deft fingers plunged deeper, nursing her swollen clit. Her protests were lost in the yelp of shocked surprise, and I could tell that she was reacting despite herself.		The thrall reached down, using both hands to massage the other woman’s pussy. Miranda tried to jerk away, but she was pinned and lacked any leverage. My mouth closed around her breast, sucking in the soft flesh and biting down hard. Deft fingers plunged deeper, nursing her swollen clit. Her protests were lost in the yelp of shocked surprise, and I could tell that she was reacting despite herself.