steering wheel. She knew it was wrong and dangerous, but she couldn’t help herself. Poor Chloe, she tried to fend her off, tried to keep them on the road, tried to avoid the telephone pole…
Bonnie’s shoulders shook as she sobbed in the shower, reliving, as she had hundreds of times, the actions that had cost her sister a normal life. If only she’d said no to the invitation to go to the bar. If only she’d borrowed money and called a cab instead of Chloe for a ride. If only…she’d led a different life.
Waking in the hospital, weeks—or was it months later?—different, enhanced, no longer completely human, she’d raged against what the military did to them. So what if they claimed to have saved their lives, they’d also ruined them. By changing them into partial machines, they’d made it impossible for Chloe to have the happiness she deserved. But worst of all was what they subjected them to after.
Bonnie could handle the leering men and the sexual expectations. Sure, she didn’t have the buffer of alcohol and drugs to soften the comments and acts, but she’d been around enough to handle the emotional and physical rape. But poor Chloe. She never deserved it.
But she’s found happiness finally , despite it all. Or so Einstein claimed. Oddly, despite her ill experiences at the hands of men, she believed him. He possessed too much honesty to lie. Too much naivety to make it up. However, despite what he claimed, Bonnie wouldn’t truly believe it until she saw Chloe for herself and heard from her lips that she was happy. And if she i sn’t?
I’ll do something about it. Because she owed it to her.
Toweling off, she rummaged through Einstein’s drawers, smirking at his neatly folded shirts and pants. Given his height, she didn’t bother with the cargo pants, no way would they fit. She opted for a sleeveless tee, a button-up linen shirt, and underneath those, a pair of boxers, which she tightened around her waist using a belt she found and modified to fit her more slender frame. For her feet, she slid on a pair of socks, not because the cold floor bothered her, but because she felt less vulnerable that way. From the sounds of it, she was the only woman on a ship full of men.
A smart girl would have probably stayed hidden in her room. However, Bonnie never did like to do the smart thing. She sauntered forth to explore and as usual, it didn’t take long for trouble to find her.
*
Einstein initially thought to make his way to the bridge, but riled up and in possession of a strange, tense energy, he diverted his path instead to the onboard gym where he found Seth sparring with another cyborg named Aphelion. Less sparring and more like wiping the mat with him. No one quite knew what type of programming Seth possessed. Of all the cybernetic units, he proved impenetrable to testing, but despite the fact they couldn’t download his programming or delve through the cybernetic options he’d been embedded with, Seth proved time and time again that he was cyborg to the core despite his more than human exterior.
“Einstein? What are you doing here? I would have thought you’d be occupied with our lady guest. And by occupied, I mean occupied. ” Seth’s brows waggled and Einstein couldn’t stop the heat from rising in his cheeks. He really needed to run a diagnostic on his systems, or program a sub routine to root out the imperfection in his BCI causing him to succumb to embarrassment.
“Bonnie wanted a shower.”
“You’ve got a naked, wet female in your room and you left?”
“Yes.”
“Dude, what is wrong with you?”
“It’s called being courteous. You should try it sometime.”
“Ouch!”
Einstein couldn’t tell if he meant the blow Aphelion landed or his remark.
“Since she wouldn’t let me assign her a room of her own and insisted on staying with me, I thought it polite to leave and give her some privacy to bathe.”
“You dog!” Seth flattened his opponent and
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