Chapter 4: The End

Max Middleton, head of both the Special Products Division and the Special Operations Unit was using his Omni to communicate with Will Faraday. Will’s Tactical Response Squad was systematically searching The Movement’s Command Centre where it was obvious that a pitched battle had occurred.

Will held up the head of Simon Wilson, the unofficial Leader of The Movement.

“He told us nothing before he died. Mark Johnston, his deputy and Captain of The Movement’s militia, is missing,” Will said to Max.

“He won’t get far boss. I’ve retired our Binominal Combat Hominoids; no one except for my squad will know they were here. Our Media Division will release a news story reflecting that after a hard-fought battle, the Cybertronics Tactical Response Squad won a stunning victory over the terrorist organisation known only as ‘The Movement,’” Will grinned.

“Never mind the bullshit. What about that fucking Model Four! I want to see you holding up that cunt’s pretty head,” Max Middleton growled.

“As you know sir, that Elite cooze Christina Formosa and the Jennifer Model Four tried to infiltrate our headquarters and we currently have them both held captive in our fast repair station on level twenty three,” Will grinned.

“Yeah, held captive by a junior executive and an Intern who has twice been reprimanded for stealing drugs and molesting Companion bots while they were anesthetised; I’m not feeling confident Will,” Max was not convinced that all was in order.

“Sir, I needed my entire SOU to take out these scum and accomplish this mission. We have effectively wiped out The Movement. I have received an Omni message from Allan Woking confirming that he and the Intern have the Jennifer and Christina Formosa drugged and restrained on level twenty three. I don’t want to send any more personnel from Cybertronics in there who are not cleared for access to Special Products, I’ll likely have to ‘disappear’ the Intern and the junior exec anyway; this thing needs to be wrapped up tight. You know how important it is to keep a lid on our Binominal Hominoid projects,” Will grimaced.

“Spare me the details Will; take care of the two twats and do what you need to do to silence the level twenty three underlings. I want this mess cleaned up so we can get back to business,” Max signed off from his Omni and his image dissolved in Will’s mind.

“Ok Sergeant; have a few tech savvy guys find out what they can from that mainframe and have the rest of the Unit search the place again. I want every nook and cranny, every room, every crawlspace and cellar checked for any survivors we might have missed. Dispatch any survivors and then destroy everything and torch this place,” Will ordered.

“I’m heading back to the Cybertronics Building,” Will scattered broken glass with his heels as he turned away.

He kicked the headless torso of Simon Wilson on his way out of the Command Centre.

Back at Cybertronics Incorporated, Christina lay pinned under the inert body of Jennifer.

“Well I guess that’s the fuck-bot taken care of; now all I need to do is dispose of you,” Allan grinned at Christina.

Christina reflected on how stupid Allan looked, his lanky skinny frame still sporting a rather magnificent erection while he waved the small phaser at her.

She often wondered why men who were in an obvious position of tactical advantage felt the need to waffle on and waste precious seconds when, as in this case, Allan Woking could have simply shot Christina, which was his original plan: ‘Fuck the bitches then shoot them!’

Christina was trained in urban combat warfare and she used Jennifer’s body to shield herself from a kill shot. The Intern was no threat, he had curled up like a ball in the corner, sniffling and whining as soon as the scuffle broke out and the shooting started.

Allan tried to get a bead on Christina but she kept using Jennifer as a shield and he couldn’t take a shot that would either kill or disable her. His reticence was his downfall.

Christina summoned all the strength in her arms and legs and flung Jennifer’s body at Allan. He fired off a wild shot that hit the wall behind Christina as Jennifer’s body fell at his feet, but it was too late. Christina launched herself at Allan and was able to use her superior training to overpower him and drive him to the floor, holding the hand in which he gripped the phaser pointed away from her.

She kneed him in the scrotum and felt his testicles pop. Allan screamed with pain and dropped the phaser, clutching his groin in agony. Christina punched him in the face and smiled with satisfaction as she felt his nose break.

She rose to her feet and picked up the phaser.

“This is for fucking us against our will,” she shot him in the groin, dissolving the fingers that cupped his scrotum, along with his genitalia.

Allan screamed.

“And this is just for Jennifer,” she shot Allan Woking in the head and he ceased to exist.

Christina rolled Jennifer over and inspected her body. Allan had shot her high on the shoulder; the wound itself was not fatal, but the shock from the ion pulse burning through Jennifer’s flesh had caused her heart to go into arrhythmia.

She waved the phaser at the Intern, now cringing and sobbing in the corner waiting for his turn to be obliterated.

“Fix her!” Christina ordered.

“What?” the Intern was bewildered.

Christina fired the phaser a foot above the Intern’s head.

“Fix her or the next shot takes off your balls; then I’m going to use those scalpels over there to skin you alive,” Christina threatened.

The Intern scrambled to his feet.

“Help me,” he pleaded with Christina as he tried to lift Jennifer onto one of the examination couches.

The Intern took a cursory look at Jennifer and pointed to a small emergency defibrillator mounted on the wall.

“Give me that,” the Intern was all business now that he knew his life depended on it.

Christina handed him the box and he quickly fastened the electrodes to Jennifer’s body and activated the unit.

Jennifer spasmed as the electronic pulses coursed through her body. The Intern was taking a chance hoping that Jennifer’s physiology, being extremely close to human, would respond accordingly.

He was lucky.

Jennifer opened her eyes and gasped as she drew in a deep breath.

“Move!” Christina literally kicked the Intern out of the way and leaned over Jennifer.

She ripped off the electrodes and shook Jennifer gently and watched as Jennifer’s eyes began to focus and her consciousness slowly return. She lifted Jennifer into a sitting position; adjusting the couch to support her.

Christina held Jennifer by her upper arms and looked into her eyes and watched as Jennifer finally began to fix her gaze on Christina.

“Christina! You’re alive,” Jennifer smiled.

“Of course I’m alive you dozy clunker; you took the shot meant for me,” Christina smiled back.

“My shoulder hurts,” Jennifer frowned.

Jennifer was obviously still in shock.

“Ok doctor dipshit; you’ve got one chance to leave here in one piece. You fix her, or I start with the scalpel,” Christina waved the phaser at the Intern.

“I’ll need to put her under again and I’ll need fifteen minutes to repair the damage. This isn’t a couple of broken fingers,” the Intern said as he began to arrange instruments on the table.

Christina winced as she recalled breaking Jennifer’s fingers in the car.

Jennifer smiled up at her.

“It doesn’t matter. You had to do it as a pretext to get us in here. Besides, I’m just a clunky fuck puppet; not much good for anything else.” Jennifer tried to grin but her expression was wan with pain.

“Shut up you dopey bonk-bot,” Christina stroked Jennifer’s hair, her eyes filled with tears.

“You called me her,” Jennifer’s grimace briefly turned to a grin.

“What?” Christina looked confused.

“Before ... you didn’t call me it; you called me her,” Jennifer replied.

“Put her under and fix her doc,” Christina ordered the Intern.

Jennifer woke up to find that she felt no pain. She had also been dressed and with the exception of her ripped pantyhose was dressed quite decently.

Christina leaned into her.

“Are you ok?” she searched Jennifer’s eyes.

“Yes thank you Christina. Good as new and ready to do your bidding,” she grinned.

“Stop that!” Christina frowned.

“Stop what?” Jennifer looked puzzled.

“Stop behaving like a cheap skin-job. You’re a Model Four Jennifer, the closest thing to a human being there is,” Christina rebuked her.

“But still not human,” Jennifer said matter-of-factly.

“But more human than some that claim to be,” Christina leaned in and kissed Jennifer on the lips.

Jennifer was so taken aback that at first she didn’t respond; then Jennifer kissed Christina in return, gently stroking her hair as their tongues slipped into each other’s mouths. They broke the kiss and looked around the repair station.

Allan Woking’s body was slumped in one corner, the walls pocked with sooty phaser blasts. The place smelled like sex, sweat, and burned flesh. The Intern cowered in another corner waiting his fate.

“Shall I shoot him? I know you can’t,” Christina said, lazily waving the phaser at the Intern who was now dressed and wearing a lab coat.

“I’m Binominal so maybe I can?” Jennifer replied.

Christina pressed the phaser into Jennifer’s hand.

Jennifer pointed the phaser at the Intern who was now shaking with fear.

She took careful aim on the Intern.

“What does this switch do?” Jennifer tapped a small lever with her fingertip.

“It switches the weapon from kill to stun,” Christina replied.

Jennifer flicked the switch to stun and shot the Intern.

“Let’s get out of here and finish the mission,” Jennifer held out the phaser to Christina.

Christina took the weapon and stroked Jennifer’s brow.

“Allan was right ... you really are a loopy cunt,” She kissed Jennifer again softly and stroked her cheek and then Christina was all business.

The two women fixed their makeup and adjusted their clothing so that once again Christina looked like a mature Elite sophisticate in the company her very expensive Companion Hominoid.

Outside of the fast repair station there were a series other medical facilities and recovery wards that took up most of the floorspace. All of the access doors to the wards had been locked and access to level twenty-three had been restricted by Cybertronics Security when it was reported that the two infiltrators were being held captive in the fast repair station. The corridor was deserted.

Christina and then Jennifer pressed the button for the elevator and tried scanning their wrists on the sensor but the screen flashed a warning message ‘Access Denied – Cybertronics Staff Only’.

“The fuckers have closed the place down,” Christina stated the obvious.

“What do we do now?” Jennifer scanned the deserted corridors.

They were effectively trapped. Christina and then Jennifer both tried their Omnis but couldn’t raise Mark Johnston, Simon Wilson or anyone from The Movement.

“This isn’t good. We’re pretty much fucked!” Christina gritted her teeth.

“Only Cybertronics staff can access the elevator right?” Jennifer looked back at the fast repair station deliberately.

Christina understood.

Jennifer waited anxiously at the elevator; she heard the muffled blast of an ion phaser and then Christina returned. She was dragging the bloody stump of Allan Woking’s forearm, which she waved across the elevator sensor. The call light lit up and a bell dinged as the car approached.

Christina waved Allan’s bloody wrist across the scanner in the elevator, pressed the button for level fifty-three and then tossed Allan’s severed arm out of the door as it closed.

Suddenly the interactive screen on the elevator wall lit up and an in-house advertising spiel began. A comforting, rather sexy, male baritone provided the voiceover to the imagery of an attractive young couple answering the door to their spacious and elegant home.

‘Taking delivery of your new Bethany model Companion Hominoid will be the happiest day of your life.’

A gorgeous, statuesque, blond woman with long legs, pert breasts and beatific smile was greeted at the door by her new owners and welcomed into the house.

‘Whether making those special touches around the house, being a safe, reliable and loving companion for your partner and your children, running those errands you need done right now, or helping you host the best dinner parties in your neighbourhood, the Bethany will provide all of the love, warmth and security that you have come to expect from Cybertronics extensive range of Companion Hominoids,’ the voiceover continued.

Vignettes of Bethany assisting around the house, putting groceries into the trunk of a car, hugging two handsome children, picking the children up from school, and listening intently at a ladies book club gathering filled the screen.

‘The Bethany, just like our Jennifer models, comes in all three races with fifty different variants available.’

The screen depicted the young couple now dressed for bed, holding hands with a lingerie-clad Bethany between them as she accompanied them towards the bedroom.

‘And when the kids are asleep and you have the house to yourself ... Bethany will provide you with those special services that only she knows how to perform,’ Bethany turned towards to camera and gave a salacious wink.

‘Trade in your Jennifer now and upgrade to our latest Companion ... Bethany ... coming soon from Cybertronics,’ the advertisement concluded.

“Suck my dick Bethany!” Jennifer grabbed her crotch and raised a finger to the screen.

Christina couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Loud militaristic music blasted from the screen and a squad of Combat Hominoids filled the screen. Their armour had been stripped down and their over-developed muscles shone, their bodies oiled and tanned. Their faces were handsome but overly serious, dark eyes searched around maliciously from under heavy brows.

‘When you need off world security that is reliable, ruthless and loyal, our latest model Combat Hominoids are the world’s best. Their programming ensures they are one hundred percent safe around humans and Earth borne organic life whilst merciless to malicious alien lifeforms.’

One of the Combat models ruffled a young boy’s hair and looked at him affectionately and then shielded the boy from an attacking alien lifeform, blasting the ugly alien to pieces.

‘Cybertronics Combat Hominoids come in many ranges from disposable infantry models to elite Command Commanders. They will protect you, your family, and your possessions, whether you need just one for personal protection or an army to guard your off-world commercial ventures.’

A beautiful young woman in a short skirt and heels with her breasts barely contained in her blouse ran onto the screen and hugged the boy. She was obviously meant to be the boy’s mother. Then she put her arms around the Combat Hominoid and kissed his cheek, leaving her lipstick imprinted on the side of his face. She glanced down at the bulge in the Hominoid’s spandex pants and a mischievous smile crossed her face fleetingly before she returned her attention back to the boy.

‘Cybertronics. Whatever your need; we have the product just for you,” the voiceover droned on.

Suddenly the screen shattered and Jennifer, startled at first, realised that Christina had blasted it with her phaser.

“Level fifty-three; Special Products Division, this is a restricted area,” the feminie robotic voice announced as the doors opened.

Christina took her own phaser out of her purse and handed the phaser she had taken from Allan Woking to Jennifer. Christina levelled her weapon as she stepped out of the elevator and Jennifer followed her lead.

“I wish we were wearing combat gear instead of these tight-fitting suits and fucking high heels,” Christina scanned the corridors, half-expecting to be greeted by trouble.

“I think I’d look good in skin-tight black leather,” Jennifer said absentmindedly as she too carefully checked her surrounds.

“Loopy cunt,” Christina whispered to herself.

“What now?” Jennifer asked.

“Oh now it’s dead fucking easy. We find Will Faraday’s office or even better Max Middleton’s. Then we download data that proves that Cybertronics is manufacturing illegal Binominal Hominoids and is guilty of mass murder, bribery of government officials, crimes against humanity, and generally fucking over our whole world,” Christina spat.

They crept along the corridors, phasers ready. All of the doors required access codes they didn’t have; they were labelled: ‘Research and Development’, ‘Quality Control’, ‘Bio-Engineering’ and other such nomenclature.

The wide corridors seemed to go on for miles. They finally came across a suite of offices; Metallic script half a metre high proclaimed: ‘Maximilian Middleton Head of Special Products Division and Special Operations Unit’. A sign underneath in the same metallic script but half the dimensions announced: ‘William Faraday Officer in Charge – Special Operations Unit’.

“Looks like we found the right place,” Christina pointed to the signage on the wall as they backed away around the corner out of sight of the guards outside of the office complex.

“But we have no chance of getting in there. Did you see those two Combat Hominoids stationed outside the doors?” Jennifer said.

“I sure did. That’s an offence in itself; using Hominoids to police humans,” Christina peeked around the corner and took some imagery with her Omni.

“That won’t prove anything Christina and you know it. Cybertronics will claim the Battle bots are just there for display purposes,” Jennifer stated the bleeding obvious.

“I know Jennifer. There must be some way to access the Special Products data or for us to find evidence of Binominal activity,” Christina fumed.

“Then we keep searching; I still can’t raise Mark or Simon on my Omni,” Jennifer sounded very concerned.

A few minutes later Christina and Jennifer came across what appeared to be a huge warehouse facility taking up the remainder of level fifty-three. Signage announced ‘Special Products - Storage and Dispatch’ above a huge set of double doors. There were scuffmarks and wheel tracks on the floor indicating a lot of heavy traffic.

An unmanned tractor towing six spotless white incubation pods soundlessly rounded the corner. Christina nodded at Jennifer and they both leapt onto the last pod, scrambling to hold onto the smooth sides with their feet planted on the rear bumper. The doors to the warehouse opened equally soundlessly and as the little train passed through the entrance, Jennifer and Christina hopped off and dived for cover.

The place appeared devoid of human life; every task was either being performed automatically or by ‘drone’ Hominoids of little intellect but programmed to complete repetitious tasks faultlessly.

Christina and Jennifer made their way cautiously through the cavernous space; their presence ignored by the drones. The warehouse was subdivided and the first room they came to was filled with Bethanys and Jennifers not yet self-aware but ready for activation. There were hundreds of them in different races and with different features, suspended from the ceiling in slings, naked and ready for shipment. In an adjacent room a similar number of ‘Timothys’, male Companion Hominoids were stored.

As they got further into the warehouse, they still found no real evidence of illegal Hominoids and were close to giving up the search when they found a smaller chamber with a sign that read ‘Special Dispatch’ on the door.

Inside the room were Hominoids that had undoubtedly been binomially treated. There were at least half a dozen Jennifers and other versions of female Companion bots with male genitalia, often of grotesque preparations. There were male Companions with two penises, a pair of Jennifers were joined together back to back like Siamese twins, one Jennifer had been incubated with both female and male genitalia.

“Gives a whole meaning to the phrase, go fuck yourself,” Christina whispered.

Christina took video with her Omni whilst Jennifer just stared; she was sure that she could see a large dog with what appeared to be a human vagina between its legs and other monstrosities further back in the room but she had no compunction to look further. She waited by the door until Christina returned.

“Well there is no doubt that Cybertronics are manufacturing and selling illegal Hominoids. Now we just need evidence that they are Binominaling Hominoids too,” Christina pocketed her Omni.

They found more rooms with more aberrant Hominoids; they were amazed at the depravity and inventiveness that had gone into the design of some of the specimens.

After what seemed like an eternity they came to another cavernous warehouse within the repository. Jennifer and Christina entered the room and stood stock-still; mouths agape.

Lined up in ranks like tin soldiers were hundreds of Combat Hominoids. They were all naked and their over-developed muscles bulged, thick necks strained and black hair glistened in the dim light. Most of the battle-bots were androgynous, without genitalia as they had no use for it. But a rank at the front of the Hominoid army were sporting enormous phalluses; huge even in their flaccid state.

“Magnificent aren’t they,” a voice came from behind them

Jennifer and Christina spun around to be confronted by Max Middleton grinning menacingly, covering them both with his high-powered phaser.

“Drop those purse-pistols ladies,” Max grinned.

The girls dropped their phasers.

“J47347! You’ve been a thorn in my side since we built you. And you; Christina Formosa, Elite socialite turned terrorist. You’ve been as much trouble to me as your brother was.

“Don’t talk about my brother, you murdering bastard!” Christina growled.

“Have you seen the video? Your sister in law and niece both moaned like whores when my Combat Hominoids fucked them. No wonder your brother killed himself,” Max Middleton chuckled mirthlessly.