Episode 21.0: FREE AGENT, Episode 21.1: MONKEY WrENCH

NANDROID: CLARITY BIDWELL

Kansas City! The Kansas side of the bridge! Later Misery! Missouri!

“Man, this city has gone to hell. Of course, I am on the poverty side at the moment. It’s a shame that folks let this fine city go to the dogs. I recall coming through here when I was a kid it sure wasn’t this bad back then.”

Clarity Bidwell, formerly tech genius Cassandra Ross took a taxi to the address Special Agents Marion Dukes and Florence McKenna gave her on the Amtrak train. 33rd and Kent! Destination reached with the exception she had her mind-controlled yellow cab driver drop her two blocks up on Weimer Street just to play it safe.

Not knowing the agents well outside of her android bodies polygraph mode, both passing, she wanted to believe in their sincerity. However, too many spy movies under Cassandra’s belt she knew lies often could be slipped through the system. Agents in spy agencies were well-trained to be deceptive. All she could hope for was that they were genuine souls. “I swear if I have to fight my way out of this, I’m going to find a deserted island and live out my days alone. Just you and me Betsy.”

“I am with you, Sis. You will always have me.”

“I can, if you can call my new life living, live with that Baby.” She mentally instructed her driver to pull over while she looked out her backseat window. A pimp was standing with two whores on a corner collecting money from them. Eying the taxi the pimp took interest and hid his cash. A sudden impulse on the flashy dressers thoughts he turned away from his girls and walked over to the cab. Drawing his wallet back out he leaned into the cab and paid the driver. “Thanks Maurice! You’re the man.” Asshole! The hookers dropped their jaws over his giving away their hard-earned money.

“Anytime, Momma!” Without even knowing Clarity, Maurice turned and walked away. Leaving her taxi utilizing hologram images to show her as wearing clothing she thanked her driver Barrymore and let him drive off. On the curb Clarity noted the girls looking her way. Thoughts read she saw how badly Maurice treated them. They hadn’t eaten in two days.

“Oh, no, you don’t! Maurice?” She called out vocally. “Feed those poor girls. Stop being so greedy before I kick your black ass.”

“Mickie D’s, ladies?” He grinned sharing gold teeth. “I could use a Big Mac myself.” The girls did not know what to make of Clarity.

“Twice a day, Maurice! Do not make me come looking for your sorry ass.” With a playful salute Maurice Saunders escorted his girls Cleo and Demi to his Cadillac and opened the doors for them. Waiting until he was in and gone Clarity giggled over her ability to do right by her fellow woman. “Good deed of the day.” Turning to head toward Kent Street she saw a number of faces smiling at her for her intervention.

“You have balls lady.” A barber sitting outside his home shop chuckled. “I’ve never seen Maurice that charitable. It won’t last.”

“Probably not!” She waved respectfully and moved on. In her own tight-fitting red dress, she knew Willy Stewart was watching her wiggle away. “Look but don’t touch.” At his age that was not even an option. “Don’t do drugs.” She pointed at some kids on skateboards. Even they couldn’t resist watching her bombshell beauty strutting her stuff. Although her tits were not real, they sure did bounce about as if authentic.

Her android body could mimic anything it was told to. Now that she was adapting to her new home, she just could not help herself. Even if she were assaulted, she could take them down with ease. Crossing Harper Street meant Kent was the next one over. “Crack house! Crack house! Crack house! Question is which one is that so-called safehouse.” Looking at the sidewalk she applied x-ray vision to search for the tunnels Marion mentioned. “Not under these two.” Her steps continued. “There we go! I don’t see any activity.” Looking at the run-down old house itself her vision pierced the exterior and saw no signs of life. “Did they get called away before I could get here?”

“Hidden camera on the gutter.” The android’s computer persona Betsy informed Clarity. “Another on that power line along the street.”

“Should we distort it from seeing me?”

“You look like one of those prostitutes. I would guess no.”

“Gee, thanks, Bets! Well, hell! I suppose it was too much to hope for a few new friends. As agents they probably had to report in. I wonder how Marion and Flo explained the loss of that virus. It can’t have looked good on their part to lose something so dangerous. Their superiors probably have a million questions they can’t answer without giving up my being an android. If their people have any affiliation whatsoever with OASIIS I might be screwed.”

“Digging into redacted files is not easy. OASIIS and other black site projects keep things well protected. I will constantly search for you and keep you informed.”

“I trust you, Betsy. What do we know about Marion and Florence?”

“Childhood up through 18 years of age. Both were recruited right out of school. Grades exemplary! Physical prowess, both took self-defense classes in their younger days and are undoubtedly better trained by now.”

“I can take ‘em!”

“Of course, you can. You could fight off a horde of ninja and walk away with a katana collection.”

“Woohoo! Hold up! Are my highly evolved ears hearing correctly? I swear I hear moaning.” She scanned the yard following offshoot tunnels. Leading her to a sewer drain on the street she stared directly down. “Tunnel hooks up with the sewer. Lord, what a place for a safehouse. If I could actually smell I’d be vomiting.”

“You can smell. Even with artificial lungs that do not require oxygen, your olfactory can decipher odors and sever the scent without effort. I can detect and determine those odors for you. Besides, vomiting would only be an act. This body does not react to your thoughts being appalled, only if you tell it to vomit will it do so.”

“Stealth hurl!” She chuckled! “Gotcha! Let’s pinpoint the moan zone.” Even with the occasional car driving by she walked right down the middle of the street. “Keep on going people. Not interested!” Neither were they once they drove past to react to her mental suggestion to overlook her. Easy enough!

Thirty feet down the street she located her source. “I should have known those two wouldn’t wait for me.” Directly below her holographic heels were Marion Dukes and Florence McKenna. Florence was on top of Marion riding him hard. “I can’t blame them. Even denying it I read how much they wanted one another. She went blonde since I saw her last. Nice! Okay! How do I get their attention?”

“Just send them a telepathic I am here!”

“I can transmit my thoughts through the ground?”

“Step closer to that curb drain where open air can circulate beneath the concrete.”

“Naaa! I’m not talking to rats. Let’s just make our way down to them. They’re bound to have alarms to let them know an intruder is walking up on them.”

“As soon as you knock on the door.”

“Who is knocking? I’m walking right on in.”

“Ill advised!”

“They have a shotgun on a trigger wire pointed at me?”

“No! But there will be an electric shock that would knock a normal human out.”

“It going to jar me?”

“No! This body will absorb and store the energy release. Jolt away!” Clarity shook her head and looked around her. With no immediate eyes on her radar, she went invisible. Taking the front steps, she turned the doorknob to find it locked. A swift magnetic allure disengaged the locks, and she opened the door. As soon as she stepped over the threshold, she heard electricity soaring from one point into another. “That frizz our hair, Baby?”

“It did not.” Passing through it she closed the door and relocked it.

“Okay! Now which way to the basement stairs.”

“Alarm has sounded.”

“We can presume I interrupted Flo’s next orgasm.” Exploring the stripped-down kitchen, she located the basement door and opened it. Stepping into the darkness her eyes embraced the shadows like a cat going infrared. “Do I really need to see red? Green for that matter?”

“No! It is only an instinct mechanism. Vision normal.” Her eyes pierced the darkness as if it were daylight. “I will program this body to always go with sunlight mode.”

“That a girl!” At the bottom of the stairs, she scanned the walls and found the entry behind an old canning jar shelving unit. On the other side of it stood a very naked Marion Dukes with a gun in his hand. “Mmm! Foreplay! Let’s let him come to me. For me too.”

She stood back and folded her arms, humming to herself. The silent alarm shut off, but Marion dared to open the shelf hideaway just to check on the disturbance. Stepping out to peer around he saw nothing. Checking the staircase, he saw that the door was wide open. Trained as he was, he had to check it out. While he crept upstairs for a surveillance run Clarity slipped through the hidden door and went down into another level and scanned for Florence. Finding her in bed still with a gun in her hand she awaited Marion. No shots fired she didn’t seem to be stressed out.

“Find anything?” She spoke into an obvious earpiece.

“Nothing! Basement door was open though. Do we have a resident ghost?” He whispered! Just as he said that Clarity spoke up inside of Flo’s thoughts.

“Boo!” Eyes wide Flo reacted by sitting up on her knees her sheet slipping from her muscular body. “Shhh! Don’t panic and don’t warn Marion. Let’s surprise him.” Right before Flo’s eyes Clarity’s body turned visible in the form of whom they knew from the train. A bashful chin to shoulder grin Veronica from Shameless slithered into bed with Flo and nudged the gun away.

“You slipped by Marion.”

“Stealth mode! I could have probably bypassed the electric charge too. Less talk! We can do that later. Do you want to have some fun, Ms. McKenna?”

“You know my full name.”

“Not much can hide from me once I dig in. Ready for something shocking?”

“As long as it doesn’t hurt.” Flo smirked! “After what you did on the train, I’ll trust you.”

“Good! Then trust yourself.” In the blink of an eye Clarity Bidwell morphed her body into a perfect replica of Florence. Seeing herself as if in a mirror Flo dropped her chin. “If I wanted, I could become Marion.” Sheet removed, Clarity cuddled with Flo and offered a tender kiss to her lips. “I hope you’re bi.”

“Not bionic but yeah.” Flo giggled! “Oh, my God! You feel so real. Body heat, heartbeat, how does this all work?”

“Long story! Let’s save it for the after-sex talk.” Making out like long lost lovers Flo oddly enough found herself being eaten out by her mirror image. How weird was that? Moans rising Florence Nightinwail was quickly losing her mind. An android tongue that could dramatically extend was tickling her uterus. In minutes she was screaming her head off. Hearing Marion in her ear asking if she was alright Flo went verbal.

“Better than alright! Get your sexy ass back here.”

“On my way! It’s all clear up here but the voltmeter was set off by something. Doors are locked though. It must be our ghost.”

“Our ghost is eating me out.”

“Say what?” Running downstairs and through the hidden door Marion Dukes swung wide with his gun expecting trouble. Going invisible just before his entrance Clarity had to take that ghost comment to the extreme. Manhandling Flo and forcing her legs up over her head Clarity widened her tongue to share a gaping pussy. Flo’s eyes were rolling back into her head. “What the fuck?”

Marion didn’t know how to respond until Clarity stepped up her game. Her visibility meeting stealth halfway showed Marion Flo’s ass facing him but not the rest of her body. Shaking her booty at him he jumped back and laughed. Gun lowered he shook his head. “You made it. I thought you were ebony.” Just that fast Clarity switched skin color then back to white. “Nice!” Right before his eyes Clarity went fully visible, returning to Flo’s likeness.

“Dear God! I’m going to... “ Florence squirted hard across Clarity’s face, well, her own face at the moment. So weird! Grinning over it Marion moved onto the bed behind Clarity and admired the beauty of her booty. He hadn’t gotten into doggystyle as of yet with Flo. Next best thing to being there he took that android cunt from behind. Clarity’s seduction mode processing sensation started a perfect shared rhythm with his thrusts to offer him her best in return.

It took no time at all for mister nine-inch to detonate inside his first ever android pussy. Constricting her body’s vagina, she refused to let him retreat. No problem! He went right back in for round two. Slapping that ass, it wasn’t even going pink. Instead, the color scheme began growing darker again until Clarity graduated herself back to Veronica mode. Variety was the slice of life.

“Booty up!” Marion laughed. “Who else you got?”

Ending her eating of Flo and releasing her limbs Miss McKenna lay there cooing. On top of Flo, Clarity smirked and altered her body even with Marion still inside her to become Beyonce! “Oh, fuck yeah! Jizz-Z on his bitch!” Jay-Z! He gripped Beyonce’s hips and hammered that hole hard. A few minutes later Clarity had the inspiration to switch things up further. Changing her body from Salma Hayek to Miley Cyrus, to Jennifer Hudson, and finally Shakira, Marion was energized each and every time.

On a final nut he escaped and whipped Clarity over onto her back. Taking her ankles how she had Flo’s earlier he observed further changes in Clarity’s appearance. He was fine with Jennifer Aniston and Margot Robbie but when she switched to Betty White he had, had enough. Sadly, Betty accepted his detonation. Clarity screamed in Betty’s voice as she created an android orgasm. So very real! So, amplified!

“So twisted!” He huffed and flopped over on her right side to lay there catching his breath. “That was fun.”

“For you! Where’s my date with George Clooney?” Flo laughed. Whether Marion wanted to or not he found George Clooney stretched out between he and Flo.

“Oh, hell no!” George forced a kiss on Marion then grabbed his dick. “Don’t you dare!” Before he could resist George swallowed his cock. “I’m going to need therapy.” Not to kill the mood Clarity became her chosen for variation of almost Veronica and thoroughly enjoyed sucking his dick. Flo just snuggled up and rubbed his chest.

“One thing about it. She comes in handy.”

“No more, Curious George!” Clarity winked at him and brought on one last climax before crawling up over him and kissing Flo. Marion’s cum in her mouth was shared. Lingering kisses finally faded, and Clarity sat up on the mattress Indian style.

“Okay! That was my very first android orgasm. This body sure knows how to keep it real.”

“Says the chameleon.”

“Careful Marion, she’ll become you like she did me. I can only picture you getting anal from yourself.” Flo busted up, Marion sneering just before pointing at Clarity.

“Let’s not!”

“Relax! I’m not that kinky. Trust me I don’t like looking like a guy. George was only to prove I could. I’ll keep the male gender switches to a minimum. I love my girlish figure too much.”

“Tits could be bigger.” Marion chuckled! Just that fast Veronica became a 40G. “Now that’s more like it.”

“I’ll keep these just for you handsome. So, you broke protocol and got it on before I got here.”

“We couldn’t resist after the close calls on the train.”

“Speaking of ... what did your higher up’s say about the missing virus?”

“Touchy subject! We just told them that Anton Zurich pulled one over on us and the terrorists forced him to commit suicide. The bomb defusing was enough to channel thoughts on where it might be.” Marion sat up with a haunted look. “Shit! Did I fuck you with the virus still inside you?”

“Nope! I had an abortion. It’s long gone, never to be found. I’m not even telling you two where it’s at so no one can torture you over its whereabouts.”

“As long as it is out of harm’s way. I’m fine with that.” Flo nodded! “Listen, Clarity! We don’t know you; you don’t know us but I for one would like to think we have each other’s back. Marion and I had a talk about you, and we’ve sworn to keep your existence quiet.”

“You have our word.”

“I appreciate that. I’m on the run and I really don’t know who I can trust outside those I ran with.”

“There are more than you?”

“I’ll tell you everything, just know I can make life hell if betrayed.” Flo instinctively reached over and collected Clarity’s hand and held it to her heart. Marion in reaction palmed his hand over Flo’s. “Feeling the love!” She smiled! “Who do you guys work for?”

“An organization called ORDER. It’s existed since the 1960’s. We have to report back tomorrow so I’m not certain how we can keep in touch.”

“Running ORDER!” Betsy told Clarity. “Redacted!”

“Of course, it is.”

“What about you?” Flo shared concern. “Where do you come from?”

“A Pennsylvania base known as OASIIS. Alien tech research ran by the military. My colleagues and I worked there against our will. We managed to outwit them and escape inside these android bodies.”

“Your body is inside... “ Marion looked confused. “Ah! Just your brain.”

“Brain patterns! My real body is dead and decaying back at OASIIS. Have you heard of the place?”

“No! We only know what effects our missions. Who knows next week we may be in Tangiers. You have no idea how many fucked up organizations and terrorist networks there are out there.”

“Well, the androids were reverse engineered to become stealth and assassination assets. If we hadn’t hijacked them to save our lives you might have faced one someday. Someone less friendly. There are 25 working models like me out there with some truly gifted scientists inside them. A Colonel who was the first practicing model learned that once we completed our jobs on these models, we had a death warrant issued. He refused to let us perish like that. While he was a soldier, an assassin by trade, he did have a soul. Thank God for him. I’ll keep his name, those of my friends to myself. It’s just my honoring them, okay.”

“Understood! Where do you go from here?”

“I wish I knew. My name should know, right?”

“You would be such an asset in our world.” Flo pouted! “But we won’t even try to coax you.”

“I don’t want to be any worse than why these were recreated. I’m not a killer. Well, in self-defense I suppose! It depends! I don’t mind kicking ass and taking names but murder is just not me.”

“We do what becomes necessary. No lies Clarity! We’ve both killed a few people in our time.”

“I figured as much.”

“Only those deserving. We promise you that on our graves.”

“I want to believe that.”

“Nothing is ever glamorous in this profession.” Marion sighed! “We’re going to give you our numbers with a password. This is ONLY if you want to keep in touch. It has to be lonely out there running by yourself.”

“We can only imagine how your friends feel.”

“That works. I know how to block any trackers. Even if I called you, I could literally say I’m in California and be in Japan. No amount of tech can get past my android.” She hoped! “Wherever I end up, if you truly need me, I’ll make the effort.”

“We’re always here for you Clarity. Thank you for your help on the train. You saved countless lives.”

“And I’ll continue to do so. Anyone up for one more orgasm before I go?”

“Yes!” Flo bubbled up! “I need something incredible.”

“You’re up, Dukes!” Clarity moved to Flo’s left side. “Put ‘em up!”

Taking Flo to her back Marion hit his partner missionary style. At Clarity’s prodding he rolled he and Flo to their sides. With a wink from Clarity, she morphed into a replica of Marion. Facing himself he swallowed dryly. Lifting Flo’s leg, he noted his doppelganger’s penis and grinned. A first for Clarity she injected her artificial penis up Flo’s anal cavity. DP, they spent the next hour hitting home. Flo went with her namesake. Double trouble!

By morning Clarity was gone.

By noon, so were Dukes and McKenna.

Paths would cross again, sooner than expected.

Episode 21.1: MONKEY WrENCH

Androids: NIKKI POPE and JARED TEMPLE

Fifteen miles outside of Waterloo, Maine! On the way to the city of Lively. Shopping trip round two!

“I hope Homer will be alright by himself.”

“How could he not be?” Jared Temple rolled his android eyes at his ward, now daughter by circumstance Nikki Pope. “He was by himself for years before we showed up.”

“You’re right! I’m being silly. It’s in my nature to worry about people. Namely you! Are you certain that briefcase you stashed in Homer’s shed will be safe?”

“It was safe under the backseat this whole time.”

“What if that Clint Burton guy was a hitman or something? I mean just because his record is clean doesn’t mean he didn’t have help staying under the radar.”

“True! I was in such a hurry to make our escape I didn’t take the time to think it out other than killing the GPS tracker this truck came with. I mean he was a traveling welder which doesn’t make sense to me. Only thing I could see that scenario as fact would be if he was a Deepsea welder, but I don’t find any paper trails showing him near any big water. Not even the Great Lakes!”

“I know nothing about welders. What about monitoring Burton’s phone calls, you can probably tap into those, right?”

“Not a bad idea! At least he shouldn’t know to come look for us by appearance. I made him sleep for eight hours and forget everything he saw. He will remember owning a truck though and what he lost so he’s bound to be looking for traces of it. If he’s a hitman like you think he would have connections. I’ll crack that briefcase open after I find some nice clothes to wear on my date with Abigail.”

“This date really concerns me Jared, for a number of reasons. One, I won’t be there to rescue you if there’s any mistakes. Two, you’re not even old enough to drink. Three, I still feel weird over you really being 15 and dating a 34-year-old woman with a daughter you also found attractive. This whole thing is going to bring us grief.”

“Look Nikki! You yourself said we had to blend in. This is a start. I’ve never been on a date. Heck, I don’t know how to be an adult, I’m just winging it. I’ve been with OASIIS over half of my life, so I really don’t know how to be anything, kid or adult. Sure, I got to watch movies with you and got to play video games and stuff but there was always a time limit before I had to get back to work on these androids. That and play human lie detector with my telepathy.”

“You know I’m on your side 100% Jared. You’re the nephew I never had. Now at 38 going on 15 I’m your daughter for God’s sake. I don’t quite know how to act myself. Like you, I’m winging it. Believe it or not I do understand how you feel concerning a love life. In ways you surprised me at the hardware store with how mature you tried to be around Abigail.” Was he? Was he really? A sixteen-inch cock peeking out from under the leg of his cargo pants? It was a good thing Abigail Prescott was infatuated with Jared’s monstrous body combined with a sweet yet rugged approach. His dark turn at the end based on her intimate thoughts was icing on the fake. Cake too! She loved an in-control man. Best shot!

“I know you must think I’m using her but as crazy as it sounds, I’m really into her. I warned her I didn’t know how to date anymore after my fake wife dying. Raising my daughter was the most important thing which is why I supposedly left the Army. I’ll keep my story straight. Let me just give this a try.”

“The only thing I foresee is you hurting her if we have to run. What about her daughter Venus? She was into you too.”

“Step at a time. If it gets out of hand, I’ll telepathically suggest she chill out. Same for Abby if it comes to that. What about you Nik? I know you have the hots for that teacher Merrill.”

“I can’t get too close Jared. Unlike you, I look illegal. I don’t want him to go to jail over some misunderstanding.”

“You had him hard as a rock.” Jared teased her.

“I know I did. That was fun but I need to be careful not to lose control of my seductress mode. Hurting him would devastate me. Hurting anyone would. Is there any way to fix my malfunction?”

“Not without the proper tools. If we had thought ahead, we could have stolen a few things from the labs at OASIIS. Too late now! The only thing I can think of is to try interfacing with your android’s brainbox through telepathy and telekinesis. I can possibly fuse a few things by manipulating your body’s own system. Kind of like our bodies healing, maybe I can prompt your brainbox to recreate its seductress mode through a lesser frequency.”

“Just don’t screw it up where I’m trapped in a useless body.”

“I won’t leave you hanging Nik. Never ever!”

“Lively city limits! I hope this mall is big enough to have some decent shops.”

“Research says there’s a place called Stud’s where I can get larger suits and stuff. Not that I want to look white collar, but I might buy one dress suit. No tuxedo style though, just something to look good in if I keep dating Abigail. I need pants that fit this build, a couple polo shirts maybe.”

“What about me?”

“Adjoining Stud’s is a woman’s outlet called Divas. I’ve accessed ads so the clothing looks like clubbing material as much as classy. There’s a T-Mobile in that mall too so I’m going to get us each a cell and tap into the customer servers own account and put us on his or her plan. Once they do it I’ll suggest they overlook it on their bill each month. We should be cool. I’ll even make sure my appearance is different, so the cameras see a different me.”

“I really hate abusing people like this. I know it can’t be helped but it will never feel good.”

“We do what we have to in order to survive. If we’re going to blend in we need tech as much as clothing. I’ll get us everything free but make it look legit.”

“We will need more cash.”

“ATM using Bernard Pike again?”

“Yes! As long as the camera sees his face not yours, even if he checks into it he can’t do anything about it unless he closes his account. Which I’m guessing once he realizes that he’s got a hacker he will do just that.”

“At least there’s no limit to how much I can swipe if I’m in control of the ATM itself.”

“Wait! Do we even need to swindle Pike? Can you just tell the ATM to give you money?”

“Yeah! It’s just fun sticking it to an asshole.”

“I get that but maybe it would be easier to just tell the ATM’s computer to just keep sending cash. Just go on camera as some random face and fingerprint change. Hologram your clothes and if anyone is watching just telepathically order them to forget what they’ve witnessed.”

“Okay! I can do that. I’m really digging this driving the truck. Even without the android’s reflexes and Chism controlling the wheel I think I can do this.”

“I agree but let’s not test that theory in such a large town. Maybe in Waterloo, okay? If we have an accident, we will have to abandon the truck. Once the cops look into the real plate and Vin number Burton will be notified. If he is a hitman, we can’t risk a new encounter.”

“All good! But I can just mind wipe Burton again if it comes to that. Hitman or not he likely wouldn’t have access to arms big enough to damage my body.”