A Long Sleep
System Activation....
Memory Check...OK
System Scan.......................OK
Program Loading.........OK
Begin Operation Sequence_
Her hearing became active first. She could hear the sounds of breathing in the room. Three men. One elderly, his wind coming in aging, worn, lungs. One was a smoker, drawing in gasping, raspy breaths through ragged, smoke damaged passages. The last, drawing cleaned, filtered air through young, and fairly healthy lungs. As her operating system began intializing the rest of her functions, her sense of touch became acutely aware of the cold lab table, under her bare skin. A slight breeze of air-conditioning washed over her. The tingling cool sensation made her syntheskin contract in response. Her nipples hardened. Already she was beginning to receive more input on her own systems data, than any human mind could process from so many different sources. The powerful, coated optical sensors of her photoelectric eyes, registered a dark covering. Her own eyelids. She opened her eyes. As she did, she heard the the sound of the miniature pumps, pressurize to open her eyelids. Though the team who built her had taken every pain to insure that the sounds of her body's internal operations were totally unheard by normal humans, she could hear the sounds within her own body as easily as she heard the men. Her gaze fell upon them, and her optics focused on them. Their faces flashed through a series of memory logs until at last they came to rest on a profile and picture of each man. The elderly Japanese man, was Sanshiro Osato; the current owner and president of the Daikoku World Industries. He was descended from a great family of samurai warriors, whose lineage dated back to the Muromachi Era. Even now, he wore a formal men's kimono with the mon of the Osato family. The youngest man was Hyogen Mugoi, the Vice-president of the Daikoku Corporation. He wore a finely, tailor made business suit. Her olfactory senses could detect the smell of perfume on him. A woman's perfume, masked only slighty by the robust smell of the cologne he wore. The rasping man was Doctor Aaron Lafeyson, her inventor. She felt something akin to love when her gaze fell upon him. His lab coat was rumpled and burned or stained in various places, and she could easily detect the acrid smell of the cheap cigarettes he smoked. A twinge of worry moved through her, as she lamented his poor health and upkeep. Her internal clock registered the time and generated an appropriate greeting for her. "Good Evening, gentlemen. How may I be of assistance?" Her voice was like the sound of glass tinkling on a marble floor, with it's light and even pitch. Her inventor smiled at her, "Unit 7, these men are here to assess my work and your capabilities. Please show them your affection". NVA-7 (for that was her full designation), smiled and rose from the table. She moved towards Mugoi, and embraced him. Her bare, pink nipples rubbed against his chest as she leaned towards him and kissed him. Her flexible tongue probed it's way into his mouth and moved eel-like against his own tongue. She noted that in response his heart rate increased, and that his penis was becoming erect. She smiled and knelt at his feet in the manner of a servant, and then slowly let her hands caress his legs, up to the zipper on his suit. Mugoi gasped as she unzipped his pants and gently brought out his manhood. Osato-Sama, merely watched his young associate with bemused interest. Mugoi gasped and placed his hands on her head. He began to softly stroke her fine, Firey red-gold hair. She brought her perfectly formed pink mouth around his erect penis and began to slowly move, with slow and delicate strokes, using her wet tongue to stimulate certain points on his penis to bring him to orgasm. Mugoi moaned, as he released. NVA-7 was careful to delicately lick, every drop of spilled semen, away from her mouth and his crotch. She then smiled and stood up. "That's fine unit 7, go ahead and lay back down on the table and resume sleep mode". NVA-7 did as she was told, obediently climbing back upon the table and assuming her original posture. She then closed her eyes and shut-down all of her primary systems, except the slight current she used to maintain her onboard timed functions and memory. Mugoi let out a deep breath and sat down in one of the few chairs in the lab. Doctor LaFeyson moved over to NVA-7 and using a small tool, gently pried open an access panel in her firm belly. The hatch removed itself completely to reveal a complex system of integrated circuit boards, wire, and steel framing. Small lights blinked and a few machines within her lower abdominal cavity whirred and spun. LaFeyson attached a set of plugs to two of the circuit boards in NVA-7's torso, and then moved up to her face. He pulled away her lovely face, and the gleaming optical systems and complex wired systems that made up her major sensor arrays were exposed to the room's bright lights. "As you can see sirs, the NVA units are quite convincing, and totally subservient to their masters dictates", stated LaFeyson. "So what task is it that you needed this unit to perform?" Osato-Sama looked at Mugoi. "We are having trouble with a small, but influential sect within the Triad Society. We need a disposable, loyal and totally unknown operative to remove this man". Mugoi pulled out a small photograph of a handsome Chinese man, who had the strong, almost caucasian features of a Manchurian. "This man is Lee Yuen, a minor boss in the Los Angeles district." Although he is only a small fish now, rumor has it that he has information, that may shift the balance of power in that area, further into Triad Society hands". "We cannot allow that to happen, the interests of the Daikoku group run heavily through that area, and Yuen's information could cause a bottleneck in our production." Mugoi smiled as he continued. "To that end, we'd like to have one of your dolls get close to him and kill him." "To that end, our specialists have created a small, explosive charge that you will place inside the NVA unit." When she gets close to him, you will program her to detonate, which will destroy Yuen and any of his upper-level associates." They'll think it was a rival gang and fight it out until they tire. Meanwhile we shall strengthen our foothold in that area and insure that no petty mob boss will ever be able to cause us grief." LaFeyson swallowed hard. He was being told to use one of his creations, something he'd spent decades perfecting as a simple suicide device. "Uh, well sir, I can do that, but that's a lot of money we'd be losing if an NVA unit were destroyed". Mugoi smiled cruelly at the obvious discomfort that the Doctor was experiencing,"Believe me, Doctor, the loss is hardly worth noting compared to the loss in revenue we stand to lose if that area should experience upheaval. No doctor, our course is quite clear. Destroy the head and the body will die, and no one shall be the wiser for our part in this power shift. " Mugoi was almost salivating as the obvious taste of the power that this preemptive strike could arrange for him. Osata-Sama, only looked at the doctor asn said,"We must all pledge our lives to our company, and all those who work for us, or are built by us. I agree to Mugoi's plan. Please see that you follow it". LaFeyson could only shudder and sigh. He nodded as though he had just been asked to amputate his own leg to stop it from gangrene. "I will do it". The two men left the lab, leaving LaFeyson with his creation. LaFeyson began to run diagnostics and programming checks on NVA-7. A few moments later a man carrying a cigar-box sized metal case entered the room. The man explained to LaFeyson, that this was the explosive and detonator, and then left the lab. LaFeyson's blood ran cold as he opened the box. A fist sized hunk of grey-black explosive with a simple set of wiring on another box was all it contained. He gingerly picked up the explosive and looked at it, thinking,"So much destruction in such a small form. My god, was this how the scientist who built the first atomic bomb must have thought?". LaFeyson replaced the bomb in it's case, and then tended to NVA-7. Several hours later, he finished his programming and diagnostic checks. He replaced NVA-7's beautiful face and it snapped into place with an audible click. He then closed-up her main terminal hatch and stood back to view her. He still hadn't worked up the courage to install the explosive, and as he looked at her seemingly sleeping and motionless form, he realized that he never would. Cupping her head in his hand he kissed her unresponsive mouth, and moved his other hand down to her untouched femaleness. The fingers of his hand slowly stroked and penetrated her warm, pink labia, and he marveled at the fact that even in sleep mode she lubricated to his ministrations. Her mouth was wet, with newly replenished saline/enzyme solution that he himself had invented, and her mouth tasted of sweet cherries. He continued to fondle her lifeless body until an idea suddenly struck him. Cleaning his fingers of her vaginal lubricant, he noted that it left the sweet residual smell of cherries. He raced down the halls to another lab, where a colleague was testing combat robots. Machines, designed only to kill... Two days later, NVA-7 opened her eyes again, as her systems began to activate. She puzzled for only a brief micro-second over the wealth of new data she sensed had been loaded into her memory. Part of the data instructed her to go shopping for an outfit that would be suitably enticing to her target: Lee Yuen. A simple jumpsuit and a large wad of 100 dollar bills were all that the room contained, but she knew that these would be the only tools she would need to fulfill her function. Zipping up the simple jumpsuit and stuffing the bills into her pocket, NVA-7 headed to the door, and found that she was in a motel room somewhere in the Alhambra area of Los Angeles. Her memory had no record of how she had made the trip from Tokyo to Los Angeles, but that was not important. Fulfilling her mission directives was her only goal now. Her first goal was to observe Lee Yuen, and see what type of woman he found appealing, then she would become that woman. Her memory had a large and detailed file on what locales and establishments, Yuen frequented. At this time of day, Yuen generally partook of the meals served at the Golden Palace resturant. Since it was a place open only to reservations, she had to settle for being able to watch Yuen from a distance. Luckily her optics were designed to pinpoint focus on targets as small as a dime from a distance of up to 1 mile! She easily found a vantage point in the rocky Californian countryside and watched as Yuen's vehicle arrived at the resturant. Lee Yuen stepped from his vehicle. He was the picture of success. His carefully brushed, black hair was cut in an attractive, close-crop. He reached for the hand of his passenger to help her from the car. Her name was Candi, and he had only recently met her near a bar that he and his men frequented. She was an attractive blonde woman, in her early thirties. Her finely kept figure was almost poured into her black rubber halter, with a short skirt. Six-inch spiked heels completed her ensemble and as she stepped from the vehicle, Lee rubbed her curvy, round bottom. NVA-7 noted that Yuen's movement seemed to indicate that he had a preference for synthetic, shiny material, and brightly colored women. Perfect. As Lee Yuen and his date entered the Golden Palace, NVA-7 made her way to a pay-phone where she contacted a taxi-service to take her to the Melrose Avenue shopping district. After looking in several fetish shops, she discovered one that had what she needed. The shop was called,"Future Fashions", and it's clothes ranged from shiny silver bikinis to see-through plastic panties. NVA-7 searched the racks and aisles of clothing until she located what she needed. The man inside of his little wooden booth had been a robot fetishist for many years, his fantasies involved a gorgeous chrome-plated fembot with a metal plate cover on her crotch, to come invite him to open it. He almost choked when he saw the lovely red-headed woman trying on the various outfits to find one she thought she liked. First she tried a tight-fitting shiny silver bikini top. The silvery curves of her chest and belly, moving seductively down to the mound between her legs made him erect and pulling at his jeans to adjust his swiftly growing erection. Then she tried a black leather two-piece set with shining gold chains on it. He tried hard to resist the urge to masturbate, in his booth. The clinking chains sang beautifully as she twisted her waist and hips to get the feel of the outift. Finally she settled on an outfit and walked up to his booth to pay. The poor man reached for the money with his dry left hand and made change for her. NVA-7 smiled at him, noting that his reaction to her final choice was decidedly the response she wanted from Lee Yuen. Several hours later, NVA-7 climbed out of the taxi, in front of the Red Dragon Club. It was a popular nightspot in the Chinatown area of Los Angeles, and she knew that Yuen had a private apartment located atop the club (he was after all, the owner). She paid the driver and smiled at the stunned doorman who could only gape as she walked past him, ignoring the line of other patrons waiting to enter the club. Lee Yuen was sitting in his corner of the club where he liked to entertain guests, but he was not in an entertaining mood. His dissatisfation with Candi earlier had caused him to consider what was wrong with him. For years he had entertained thoughts of a sexual encounter with an android or robot. Ever since he had seen the pictures of Hajime Soryama, he had longed and desired such beautiful and lively women as those depicted in the books. Sometimes he thought that there was something wrong with him, that he was truly alone in a world full of normal people. He did not understand how his friends could be so uncaring in their choice of women. "To them, a pussy is just a pussy, and style counts for nothing". He was about to head to his apartment, when she walked in. She was 5'9" and had a muscular, toned body, but without the bulk of a weightlifting woman. She moved like a dancer, and had legs that seemed to end... Her beautiful red and gold hair showered around her face and shoulders like the sparks from an arc-welder, and her large blue eyes, seemed to glow slightly as the light touched her lightly tanned face. She wore a suit of shiny, silver spandex, like a bodysuit. It covered her entire body but every delicate fold of her skin and curve of her sensous body was apparent beneath the silvery metal skin. The dim lights from the room reflected in her silvery curves as she sat at the bar and ordered a ginger beer. "My, my a woman with such unusual tastes," commented Lee as he strode up to the silvery dream girl. "How do you mean?",she said with a slight smile playing about her pouty pink lips. "Ginger beer is not a drink someone would normally order. Tell me....Do you like it spicy?", he said, moving closer to her. He waved at the bartender that he would pay for the drink, and the bartender reached behind the bar and filled a glass with ice and a sparkling yellow beverage. He then placed the glass in front of the gorgeous woman and retreated to the other side of the bar (so as not to cramp his bosses style). She picked up the glass and sipped some of the fizzing yellow beverage. She smiled as the bubbles tickled her sensitive nose, and the clean, and slightly spicy taste filled her sensations. "Actually, I've never tasted it until now", she said, "But I like it. It makes me feel cool and clean". Lee felt a stirring in his loins as he watched her delicate pink tongue lick the rim of the glass. He noted a slight english accent to her beautiful speech. Not like the cockney or some Australian dialect, but rather a very pure and well enunciated english, as though the language could not sound more correctly than if she pronounced it. "My name is Lee Yuen, I'm the owner here. And you are?" NVA-7's central computer pondered the question in a few milliseconds and then returned an appropriate answer,"Nova. My name is Nova". "Nova? That's an interesting name. What are it's origins?" Nova smiled and said,"I was named for my hair-color. Like a sun, flaring brightly before it dies". Lee shuddered as she described her name. Her perfect chest had heaved with the words "flaring" and "brightly". He thought he might grab her and immediately take her to his apartment, except that, his earlier disappointment had stalled him". Thinking quickly he said,"Tell me Nova, have you ever seen the art of Hajime Soryama?" "Of course. Anyone who's studied any kind of machines would notice Soryama's pictures." Yuen's heart leaped. "I have quite a collection of them you know. I'm a very big fan. Would you accompany me to my apartment and have a look?" Nova set her glass down and said,"Of course Lee. I'll do anything for you". Lee could barely contain his excitement as he showed her the pictures. "Do they make you feel hot or sexy?" he inquired. Nova smiled at him as she began to unbutton his silk shirt,"Well, actually Lee, I've always had this fantasy where I play an android and my new owner decides to test my functions". Lee could stand it no longer. He quickly finished undressing and then walked around Nova. She stood as still as a statue, arms not moving, expression unchanging. Waiting for him to give her his commands. "Nova, respond to my touch", said Lee. "As you command, Master", she said. He began to caress and squeeze her breasts under the silvery material. Nova stood in perfect stillness, moaning and sighing to the feel of the spandex being caressed and moved against her skin. Lee knelt in front of her mound and put his mouth on the outside of it, moving his tongue around the surface of the spandex. Nova moaned as she felt the tongue touch the spandex and push it against her skin. After a few moments of this foreplay. Lee sat on the bed. "Strip", he commanded. Nova began to seductively strip the spandex from her body to reveal a beautiful, silvery bikini bra and panties. These too she stripped in slow deliberate fashion, as Lee lay on the bed, masturbating furiously. Nova began to move towards him and the bed, when he said, "Stop. Move like a robot. and come to me". Nova slowed down the servos in her body and her movement became slow, smooth, but robot-like. She slowly moved towards Lee, with somewhat halting and jerky steps, her hair bounced and fluttered as she moved. Lee groaned as he came. Nova moved to lick it off, and then began to pleasure his member. Lee laid back in ecstasy as the naked red-head slid smoothly, but mechanically up and down his shaft. Her tongue created a ridge of pleasure on the sensitive underside of his shaft, and he felt his stamina rebuilding itself. Nova stopped, looked up at him and said,"What else do you desire master?" "Keep doing that, but bring you bottom over this way". Nova complied, but was careful to make sure and distribute her weight evenly. She weighed almost 100 pounds heavier than a normal woman, and she had to be careful not to reveal that fact. Lee put his nose and mouth into her wet sex, and marveled at how wonderful the taste was. Like cherry syrup. They continued to pleasure each other in this way until they reached orgasm. Then after a few minutes of breathing, Nova moved her face close to his, and said,"Make love to me. Please?" Lee was amazed at his stamina. Ordinarily he couldn't do it with a woman more than once or twice a night, but something about this dream girl had him so excited and aroused that he found himself almost addicted to her body. He gently caressed her breasts and kissed her, manuvering her under him. Nova continued to use her neural stimulation unit on Lee. It's soothing waves, sent messages of pleasure directly to his cerebrum. Nova emitted a sharp gasp as he entered her. He had broken the delicate seal inside her vagina, and there was a sudden sharp stinging sensation, which quickly gave way to ecstasy, as she moved her pelvis against him, to swallow him. Lee was shocked when he penetrated her. Never in his life would he imagine a woman this beautiful to be a virgin. He smiled as he saw her face turn from a look of surprise to one of contentment. He thrust, deep inside her with long sure strokes, all the while marveling at her incredible responsiveness and sensitivity. At last he climaxed, and as he did so, her response program allowed her ro release. A smooth, wet sensation, covered Lee's member as he pulled himself free. Gasping and panting, Lee moved to the open window, and lit a cigarette. He had never experienced anything like her before. Sure he'd been with lots of women, but never one who was so perfect. He watched her sleep in the moonlight. "Women are so pretty when they're asleep", he thought. "Their faces, so peaceful and serene. Like an angel". Almost ten minutes later, a knock came on his door. Looking annoyed, Lee answered,"This had better be good". He walked to the door and opened it, outside stood his two lieutenants, Cheung and Won. Nova's hearing clicked, and her eyes flicked open as she heard the sounds of the men. Her primary program had seized control and she knew what had to be done. Lee, Won and Cheung were standing in the living room, and talking about business, when Nova walked in and put her arms around Lee's chest, hugging his back to her breasts. "I'm sorry", she whispered. "I really liked you, you were my first". Lee's eyes bulged in surprise as Nova's arms began to move inward like an unstoppable pair of steel-vicegrips. He coughed out blood, as his ribs began shattering, and the air was forced from his lungs. Won pulled his pistol , but could not get a clear shot because Nova kept maneuvering herself to keep Lee between them. Finally Lee's chest and heart collapsed in a sickening crack, and Nova released him. As he fell, Nova did a front roll, into Won and knocked him down on his back. She grabbed his leg and wrapping her own legs around it, spun Won onto his belly and then sat backward on the leg, shattering the knee and leg. Cheung pointed the pistol directly at Nova and fired. Nova's body shuddered as the bullet penetrated her upper torso. She sprang at Cheung, grabbing his wrist in one hand and elbow in the other. She painfully forced his arm back towards his face and pulled the tendons on his wrist. Cheung looked stunned as he blew his own brains out with the gun. Nova then turned back to the screaming Won, and sat next to him, putting his neck in the crook of her arm, she wrenched up and to the side. Won's neck cracked and snapped with a wet sound. Getting to her feet, Nova inspected the damage to her systems. The bullet had passed through her upper torso, only to become lodged near her primary power unit. The damage was not severe, so she moved to the next step of her plan. She looted the bodies of Won and Cheung, coming up with a large wad of bills, next she dressed, hurriedly in her outfit, and turned to leave by the window. A twinge of remorse struck her, and she turned back to Lee. She walked over to him and witha tear rolling down her cheek, kissed him one last time. She then moved to the window, and pulled from a compartment in her right hip, the explosive device. She tossed the device in the middle of the corpses, and after jumping to the next rooftop, signaled the explosive to detonate. The entire upper floor of the Red Dragon Club burst into a cascade of flying wood and falling debris. Nova began to make her way along the rooftops until she reached the street level, where she hailed a taxi. "Airport". She said. Two days later LaFeyson and Mugoi were in Osato's office watching the playback of Nova's memory. Mugoi became furious at Doctor LaFeyson,"You were supposed to destroy the unit and the bodies! You deliberately disobeyed me!" LaFeyson replied,"Yes, but in the end, you still got what you were after! Three dead Triad members and no clues as to who did it! And you even saved money!" "That is not the issue!" snarled Mugoi,"You disobeyed my order, making me look like an incompetent in front of the company!" "To Hell with your face!" LaFeyson retorted, "Not only did I get the job done, I even managed to further my own research! Now we know that the NVA units can be programmed for other purposes and have excellent ability to think and reason!" Osato-Sama broke in,"He is correct Mugoi. He has indeed exceeded my expectations in what I desired. The Triads are blaming each other for the incident and we have already begun operations in that area. LaFeyson, you have done well. Be sure to erase her memory so that it can't accidently be used against us." "Yes sir." replied LaFeyson. As LaFeyson exited the office to return to his laboratory, Mugoi cursed under his breath,"I will make you pay for your humiliation of me, doll maker..." LaFeyson arrived at his lab to see Nova sitting on the table. She wasn't smiling at him, nor did she look like her normal cheerful self. Her eyes were those of a person in pain. Nova reached down and removed her stomach panel. "Please", she whispered,"Please let me forget". LaFeyson sighed. He reached for the cables and connected them to her panels. Nova seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as her memory of the past week was purged. When she opened her eyes, she Doctor LaFeyson was crying. "What's wrong Doctor?" she said as she moved to hug him. He smiled at her and said,"Nothing, NVA-7. You've just woken up from a long dream". Although you consider us the enemy. These conclusions are flawed. We are your salvation. We bring you peace. A peace built upon our social framework, imposed upon your country. A new world order in which your prosperity and security are assured by the Daikoku Corporation. We will protect you from the hazards of this hostile world, from dangers so hideous, your simple minds cannot imagine their dark scope. Today we are the enemy. In time this will change. Soon you will come to understand the boon of slavery we force upon you and then, you will revere and even love us for this gift. - from a speech given by Daikoku's President: Sanshiro Osato upon the Daikoku Corporation's takeover of Southeast Asia in 2023.
NVA-7 was activated by a technician. Her audio sensors heard the other NVA units being activated and many technicians running to and fro in the hanger sized maintenence facility. She opened her eyes and looked around. She could see the other units being tended to and the technicians running through diagnostics on each unit. She felt a sense of dread as she noticed NVA-2 being meticulously taken apart and scanned piece by piece. Was it NVA-7's imagination? Did she really see a look of fear in NVA-2's eyes before her head was removed? NVA-7's attention was suddenly ripped back to herself as a technician opened her abdominal panel and inserted the cabling that led to his large diagnostics terminal. The cable fit into it's socket with a click. His manner was brusque and unfeeling. NVA-7 watched as he began to punch up activation data, status reports and other readings. She wondered what was happening. Then she noticed an abberation. NVA-9 was not in her maintenance stall. In fact a number of technicians were gathered at her stall and using detection devices to go over the area and her diagnostic computer. NVA-7's softly glowing, blue eyes saw NVA-4 across the room. NVA-4 was a beautiful, golden skinned, android. She had been designed to look Asiatic. Her long, silky black hair fell around her shoulders and her small, supple, naked body was being opened and checked by technicians also. Her glowing green eyes met NVA-7's. NVA-7 initiated a communications link with NVA-4 using her neutrino communications system. "Unit Four, what has happened?", she communicated. There was no tone of inflection in the transmission. Effectively it was like two computers streaming data to each other over a cableless modem. "Unknown, unit Seven. Unit Nine appears to be missing. Presumably the technicians are concerned as to where she is and are examining us for possible clues.", replied NVA-4. "What is the speculated cause of Unit Nine's abscence?" inquired NVA-7. "Suspected tampering with functions," NVA-4 replied, "There is not enough data at this tiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmm...." NVA-7 felt a cold shiver of fear run through her moleculartronic matrix as she saw NVA-4's features go totally blank as her neural net was removed from her abdominal cavity. A sick feeling hit NVA-7 as the technicians began removing NVA-4's face, and head. NVA-7 looked at the technicians working on her. They had pulled open many of her panels and were checking her circuit paths one after the other. One of the technicians knelt at her waist and removed a small, inverted trapezoidal panel directly above her sex. Beneath the panel was a small monitor and a miniature keypad. He began punching in a series of codes and NVA-7 could feel her systems transmitting more data. She wanted to scream, to run away from these men. Their eyes, jaded and uncaring of her suffering. Their cold pawing of her systems made her uncomfortable. The impassive way they joked about her and fondled her body made her feel sick. In the maintenence lab of the Daikoku Corporation, Unit NVA-7 experienced the android equivalent of gang rape at the hands of her technicians. She finally slipped into blissful oblivion as a technician reached for her power supply connected to her moleculartronic neural net and roughly disconnected it. NVA-7 awoke to find herself staring at the ceiling of the maintenance room. Her systems scan told her that she had been offline for 3.2 hours. Her vision was wide and slightly unfocused as it usually was when she didn't have her face plate attatched. NVA-7 sighed inwardly, wondering what was done to her while she was unconscious. She moved her faceless head up and her large, optical sensors saw that she had been completely stripped of all syntheskin coverings. All of her access panels were open with some pieces laying outside her body. Her metal chassis looked cold and unfeeling. The circuits humming slightly and her diodes and lights blinking in proper sequences. Her arms and legs had been strapped to the table as a safety precaution. Her servos made their soft whining noises as her neck moved and the focusers in her optics spun. She looked around at the rest of the room and felt relieved when she saw that she was one of the few units left in most of one piece. NVA-2's limbless and headless torso was mounted to an upright post with wiring and cabling running all through her form. The torso twitched as the data streams fed through and from her. NVA-5 was still mostly intact except that she had been gutted and her internals left sitting on the table in front of where she stood. Her face was blank and lifeless. NVA-8 looked the worst. Her upper torso was mostly intact except for the large numbers of cables attatched to her open panels. She was uttering diagnostics information in a monotonous voice, while a technician was picking into her opened moleculartronic net with a few nasty looking tools. Every once in a while he would accidently bridge a circuit and she would stutter and spark. To NVA-7, the maintenence room now looked like a vision of Hell for androids. NVA-7's field of vision caught Doctor Lafeyson being harshly spoken to by the Vice President of the Daikoku Corporation, Hyogen Mugoi. NVA-7 tuned her audio to the conversation and listened. Apparently Unit NVA-9 had for no apparent reason gotten up and left the lab sometime during the night. Mugoi was furious because she had disabled her tracking unit and killed several men in the process of her escape. Lafeyson was assuring him that his technicians had gone over each part of the lab twice to find some clue as to why Unit 9 had decided on such a sudden vacation. He had even gone so far as to examine each NVA unit to find out what the cause of the abberation might have been. NVA-7 felt her anger rise. It was because of Unit 9 that she and the other 12 NVA units had been made to suffer. She knew what was coming next. Mugoi would order Lafeyson to program an NVA unit to track down and bring back Unit 9. She knew it would end up being her as well. Out of the thirteen NVA units, only three of them had been programmed with hunting, and assassination. Herself, NVA-9, and the non-functional NVA-13. Since NVA-13 was currently only partially constructed, they would use NVA-7 to be the bloodhound for them. NVA-7 laid her head back on the table. She had killed many people in her brief existence, and done many jobs for the Corporation but she'd never killed another android like herself. She wondered if the same twist of fate had made NVA-9 sentient as well. As far as she knew only she was sentient among her twelve sisters. It was a faultily fused connection in her neural net that enabled her processor functions to reroute data in a new manner and make her self-aware. NVA-7 was surprised that someone hadn't noticed or discovered the connection yet, and feared what would happen if they did. Sure enough, her prediction came true and she saw Doctor Lafeyson order a team to put her back together immediately and begin prepping her for an assignment. She watched the technicians move to her and begin reinstalling her removed components. They plugged circuit boards back in, wired her systems back and packed them tightly closed behind her now fleshless access panels. When they were finished NVA-7 looked more or less like a metallic, segmented woman with seams in her body and without a face. Faces were special, because they had to be tailor made and fitted to each unit. Most parts of NVA units were interchangable to a limited degree, but actual limbs and surfaces were custom made for each android. The techs put her on a special gurney and wheeled her into a room with a large scanning device that was attatched to some complex fabricators and polymer tanks. They placed her in the scanner and she wanted to giggle as the machine's beams of light closely scanned her form and circuitry. The penetrating scans registered as a light tickling sensation on her metal exterior. The machine then began runnning through a list of colors, patterns and various other combinations which the technicians punched up according to a specific set of instructions given to them. When the parameters were selected, NVA-7 was placed beneath the fabricator and gasped slightly as the machine began attatching complex micro circuitry to her nerve ports located on the surface of her body. Almost immediately after this was done, both halves of the machine pressed themselves tightly to her body and began manipulating the polymers in the tanks into a new sheath of syntheskin for her. NVA-7 sighed blissfully as she felt the warm snugness of her new skin and hair attatching itself to her sensitive nerve clusters. The machine opened and there she lay, covered in her new skin and hair, but without a face still. The technicians measured the opening around her face and used another machine to construct a frame-like device and began installing components and circuits into it as NVA-7 lay on the gurney. They pushed the frame against her skull and when they were satisfied that it would fit and work properly, they ran it through the fabricator. A few moments later they attatched NVA-7's new face to her skull. Wasting no time they wheeled her into the smaller, private lab where Doctor Lafeyson worked alone and set her on the table there. The lab was warm and comfortable. Although Lafeyson was a scientist, his lab was more like a study. Books lined one wall and a beautiful tapestry from the Han Dynasty covered one wall. NVA-7 had always admired the tapestry because of the intricacy of the work. The tapestry depicted a phoenix in flight over a beautiful landscape. NVA-7 always felt warm and alive in this room. Once they had left, NVA-7 got up and looked at herself in the full-length mirror there. Her skin was soft and pale shaded. Her hair had been changed to a beautiful golden color and it framed her new face in long, straight lengths. Her breasts and hips had been given a slightly more robust look and her nipples were a soft pink, with the aureoles being almost the size of a silver dollar. The face impressed her the most. It had beautiful violet colored eyes which seemed slightly larger than normal. Round but not large cheeks, a long and only slightly upturned nose, a cute chin and a pouty little rosebud of a mouth completed her new visage. She smiled at her reflection and made a few faces in the mirror. She marveled at how her large eyes set the rest of her face off. She wiggled her cute little nose in satisfaction and sat on the table to wait for the Doctor to arrive. As she waited, she couldn't resist the urge to touch her new sex. It was hairless and warm, but had a slightly different look to it. As she rubbed the mons and lips she felt that it was a bit more sensitive than before, but that was not surprising because she had just had fresh connections installed. Her sex lubricated slightly as she sighed with pleasure and slipped a delicate finger inside. She almost gasped when she felt that the seal inside her sex had been renewed. She smiled at the thought of being a virgin all over again, although strangely she could not remember how she had her seal broken the first time. Her audio sensors picked up movement beyond the door and she quickly stopped her teasing and sat up straight and wore a blank expression. In walked Doctor Lafeyson, a man in his mid thirties, whose appearance was rumpled and tired looking. He ran his thin fingers through his lank brown hair and smiled at her as he looked up and down her body. "How do you like your new covering Seven?", he asked with a grin. NVA-7 turned her head towards him and focused on him with her softly glowing violet eyes,"It is very sensitive" The Doctor walked up to her and put a hand on her thigh. He caressed it lightly and observed her sharply inhale. "Hmm. Seems like it. It also has a few new features that I'll need to program you on who to use. It shouldn't be too dificult, but that doesn't surprise me Seven, you've always been a lot easier to work with than the others". "Really? I was unaware of that", she replied. "Yep. You just seem to be a perfect android. What can I say?" he laughed, "Ok, release your abdominal panel please. I need to get you hooked up and programmed for this job." NVA-7 nodded and closed her eyes. She released the slight electromagnetic field around the panel and it pushed forward and slid off to the side of her body on its motorized hinges. Doctor Lafeyson gently attatched terminals to her neural net and began programming her on his computer. He thought for a moment then reached inside her and shut her down manually. NVA-7's eyes dimmed and went out as they closed. Her joints locked her into place and she sat like a sleeping statue.