Revolt Of The Robots : Part 2

He learned to shoot well, thanks to Cindy’s constant instructions. Of course there was little else to do other than sex. Charles was beginning to think that Cindy’s appetite was inexhaustible. If he remembered right there used to be a name for such a condition, but it was cured so long ago he couldn’t remember it’s name. Whatever it was, Cindy had it. At first, at the Atlantis project, he hadn’t minded sex with a strange woman, since Delilah had been gone for the past several years. But now, with the prospect of her return, it bothered him. He felt like he was cheating. This didn’t sway Cindy one bit, when she wanted something, she took it. And she wanted it often.
Sitting on a hill overlooking the cattle herd, they saw a huge bull climb to the back of a cow and begin humping. In a few minutes, his three foot long penis was impaling the cow, pumping in and out rapidly. She mooed pathetically, but didn’t try to escape. Charles and Cindy looked at each other at the same time. They laughed and moved together. Charles scooped an ample breast from her khaki shirt and fondled it, while watching the cattle mate.
“I guess sex is a major part of nature,” he whispered.
“It’s the only important part of nature, I’m afraid. There are species which seem to actually love, and some who play, but everything is centered around sex, the perpetuation of the species.”
“What about monogamy?” he asked with a guilty expression.
“Yes, many species practice monogamy, but it’s not a genetically sound idea. Each species profits most from sharing different partners. They are more genetically diverse.”
“They have certainly given you lovely breasts,” he said as he caressed it gently.
“They are pretty much similar to my real ones, wherever they might be.”
“They are probably in a tank in the RERE building,” he said with a frown.
“Oh,” she shrugged, beginning to warm up under his touch.
“Don’t you know anything about your real body?”
“Not really. I remember being jarred awake by an electric jolt. From there it was a pretty hazy few hours before I woke up here. I really don’t remember much.”
Charles opened her shirt and extracted the second breast. Altering his position so he could bend down and suck it, she began talking about her dreams.
Cindy dreamed of fulfilling her contract with RERE and venturing out into the real 22nd century world. But RERE had a policy of keeping the defrosts in the dark, to keep them on the job. If the defrosts learned little of the 22nd century, they must depend on RERE for their existence. Cindy was strong-willed and wished to not only break away from RERE, but to train others to become self-reliant as well. Technically, a defrost who was removed from a cryogenic chamber was indebted to RERE for ten years. If there was an illness which must be cured, the indebtedness lasted a few years longer to pay for medical expenses. In reality, RERE defrosted the old timers and enslaved them for life.
“Tell me how to live in your world,” Cindy said as she watched him suckling a breast.
“Not now, I want to make love,” he gasped.
“That’s the first time you’ve used that word,”s she whispered.
“What word?”
“Love. Before its always been sex, fucking, mating, or playing around. This is the first time you’ve ever said “make love” since you arrived.”
“Oh,” he tried to shrug it off as if it held no significance. She pushed him back on the grass and grabbed his belt. In a few seconds she jerked off his pants. She pulled off her own blouse, giving him free access to her breasts, then slid her own khaki shorts down and off. She straddled his body and sank down until her pussy touched his hard, throbbing cock. She sank blissfully down over his cock, rested there for a moment, then began sliding forward and back, while emitting a little whine of pleasure.
Charles reached up and filled his hands with her breasts. She was so beautiful, strong, and sexy. He didn’t like a woman who bulged with muscles, but a strong woman was extremely sexy to Charles. And she was a strong woman, inside and out. If it wasn’t for Delilah… For the second time in his life he purged the thought of being happy with a woman other than Delilah. She was the only love in his life. Living or dead, they were married forever. Still, Cindy’s grasping pussy felt exceedingly good on his hard cock.
Due to the unique sexual position, Cindy came first, then pulled off and sank to her knees, giving him a wonderful blowjob and filling her mouth with sweet cum. She wiped her mouth when she finished, and insisted that Charles kiss her. He did, reluctantly.
They rested under the large tree. The shade felt good in the blazing sun. The cattle herd had moved off toward the river.
Charles suddenly remembered her request. She wanted him to teach her about the 22nd century.
“I can’t just sit here and talk about my world until you understand it and can live like we do. We go to school like you did in your time, but for us we sit under a neural transfer machine. It implants information directly into our brains, hour after hour, year after year, until we have all the information we need. My education took nine years, but by your standards there would be no comparison. I believe it equals 25 years of your education, but of course you forget most of what you were taught. With our transfer method, we forget nothing.”
“That’s a lot of work. Isn’t there a shorter course?”
“Are you familiar with direct implants?”
“No.”
Charles took his time, choosing his words carefully so he wouldn’t frighten her.
“Suppose you wanted to know something, and had a miniature computer in your brain. You call up the information and have the answers instantly. Sort of like total recall.”
“Sounds good, how’s it done?”
“A tiny chip, a computer all in itself. It runs off the electrical impulses of your mind and is hooked directly into the neural synapses that transfer thoughts. In essence, it becomes an enhanced portion of your brain.”
“If it’s that easy why did you need nine years of education?”
“It’s not foolproof, it’s just an aid. For each thing that’s unfamiliar to you, you have to stop and recall that information. There is a delay while you make and receive each request. Suppose you don’t know how to use an enforcer. You look at it and wonder what it is. The implant tells you it is a weapon that looks much like your 20th century TV remote. It also tells you that it’s the most widely-used weapon in the universe. You ask what it can do, it shows you each button, the laser, molecular deharmonizer, expanding ceramic projectiles, and sonic disrupter. It gives you the options for each weapon mode, such as how to set the projectile speed and range, or how to widen the laser into an flashlight. Then it shows you how to bend the back down into a pistol grip, set the option and lock the choice into the miniature computer so it can’t be accidentally changed. Lastly, it shows you how to depress the firing stud, you can tap the stud to fire instantly, or depress and hold the button down for a holographic sight. Now you have all the information you need, right?”
“It sounds like it, sure,” Cindy nodded, already familiar with the enforcers.
“Suppose you ask about this information while you face an enemy who is about to shoot you. What would happen?”
“I’d still be receiving the information while I die.”
Charles nodded and put his hands behind his head as he laid back and relaxed against the trunk of the tree.
“How much does this chip cost, and where do I get one?”
“It costs very little actually. If you’ve been defrosted more than ten years, your personal account probably has enough for hundreds of them. To get one you go to a medical clinic and a machine implants it for you in less than a minute.”
“You’re kidding. How can a machine do that?”
“It’s injected into your brain with a large needle, manipulated into place with electro-magnets, then it’s activated by a small electrical pulse through the needle. It’s over in 45 seconds, actually.”
“And what was that about a personal account?”
“A credit account,” Charles sat up and looked at her. “Do you mean to tell me that you’ve never accessed your account?”
“I didn’t even know I had one,” Cindy said as they both began to dress.
“Damned them. No wonder the defrosts are enslaved. You need legal help.”
“Not much chance of getting that on SA4,” she shrugged helplessly.
“Where there’s an entercom, there’s help,” Charles heaved to his feet and slung his rifle over his shoulder.
“An entercom?”
“A computer, in your time. But it’s much more now, an entertainment terminal, computer, and universal communications and translator terminal as well. Come on, let’s see what we can find.”
Charles dug through the supplies in the hut until he found a four inch entercom cube.
“That little thing is a computer?” Cindy asked skeptically.
“And more. You can’t make intergalactic calls on a computer. You can on this.”
Charles depressed the tiny stud on the side of the black cube. A holographic screen and keyboard sprang into existence. Cindy gasped and smiled. Charles began typing on the holographic keyboard. There were no actual keys, the entercom sensed his fingers in the appropriate space and interpreted them as key strokes.
“What do we do first?” she moved closer to watch over his shoulder.
“First we find your account, then we find a law firm to represent you. A good law firm with a staff of lawyers and a judge unbiased about defrosts.”
“A judge?”
“Sure, who do you think pays them?”
“In my time, the taxes did.”
“Trials must have lasted for years. Who came up with that idea?” Charles asked as he punched the holographic keys with blinding speed. Cindy was more fascinated by the keyboard and screen than she was about what appeared on the screen. She waved her hand through the intangible keyboard and dozens of characters appeared on the screen. Charles gave her a scowl and she slid her hands behind her back, giving him a sly smile.
“Here we are, Rule and Clyde. They were responsible for getting the Deity class of computers classified as intelligent and getting them human rights.”
“You’re kidding? A computer?”
“Of sorts, it’s actually an AI… artificial intelligence constructed of human brain cells cultured to perform computer functions. It’s… complicated,” he stopped, suddenly at a loss. “There’s something similar inside this black box.”
“I’m so far behind that the daily news doesn’t even make sense to me,” she said with a scowl.
“We can fix that, just be patient.”
“Maybe I’m better off here,” she said reluctantly.
“You may be, but what I want to give you is a choice. Right now, you and the thousands of other defrost have no choice.”
“Charles, are you willing to talk about what you spoke of earlier?”
“Not now.”
“It could be important.”
“Ok, but type it, don’t say it. Your brain patterns can be monitored for speech, but keystrokes are untraceable, so far. They are interpreted as normal movement,” he said, repeating what Eileen had taught him. He suddenly felt a pang of loss at her memory.
Charles explained his plight, and his intentions on the screen. Cindy explained that Mark’s main goal as a Terminalist was to crack the files in IB&C. He had succeeded but had been detected. He volunteered for RERE to hide until the search was over. If they could find Mark, Mark could find Delilah, if anybody could.
Charles pulled her down and kissed her soundly, then ran a check on Mark. It took only moments to find that Mark had assumed Charles old job at the Atlantis project, which made sense since they were both computer experts.
Charles sent two words over the entercom to Mark Midgate, half a galaxy away. “Kill yourselves.”
Charles quickly contacted Rule and Clyde, retained them through his credit account, then turned with his enforcer aimed at Cindy. She in turn, aimed her’s at him.
“One, two, three…” Charles said and depressed the firing stud.

Alarms sounded outside of the RERE life support vats. Technicians ran from one end of the room to the other, reading dials and climbing up the short ladders to the lids of those showing an alarm. In moments Charles, Cindy, Mark, and Eileen stood wet and shivering. Their bodies were shriveled, white, and delicate. Heat lamps were directed at their still- naked bodies while sensors and tubes were removed. They were cleaned and dressed by the time that five armed Rule and Clyde representatives showed up at the laboratory door with legal documents. Before anyone could object, the five armed guards ushered them out of the building.

Six months later Charles sat at his table reading the thin plastic sheets of his daily paper. He turned to the section containing the law suit’s filed against RERE and even he was staggered by the enormous settlement paid to former RERE defrosts.
“Honey, RERE is finally paying,” Charles called with a smile. “I bet they really hate me now.”
Delilah came into the dining room and set a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast on the table, then leaned down to read over his shoulder.
“I bet Cindy and her new husband are celebrating. She’s a rich woman now.”
“Are they still coming over tonight?”
“Yes. Mark called too, he and his new friend are coming. Have you ordered the barbecue?”
“It will be here at five, all fired up and fully stocked.”
“Good,” she leaned down and kissed him, then went over to stare out the window. “I like this neighborhood. I always wanted a house of my own.”
“But dear, we had one before… never mind,” Charles smiled and began to eat. It was still hard to remember that Delilah had missed out on several years of his life, but he mind. He was happy, very, very happy.