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 {Probably Just a quicky, it's technicly Cons, and doesn't actually involve
a Cyberserker, but it's the same storyline, and demonstrates a recurring
theme in it.}

   Interface {MF Cybr Drug} {PL FLA - Uncivilized (Vanished)}

   "Here you go," the bartender dropped off my Hash beer, and I reached
back for my cable.  Connecting to the bar, I transferred the credits, and
stayed hooked up.  {What's going on tonight?

   Nothing much, weeknight, the regulars, some guy using the VI booth in
the corner.  A race going, I grin, sign on, and select a vehicle.  On
screen, I take a sip, and close my eyes.  Fall through the Face to the
cockpit, launch from Start, and pull out to the track.

   Unfocusing, my eyes twitch out in my lids, and I pan back to 3rd person.
Behind the hover sled, the halfpipe track banks ahead, and my head tilts,
slipping up on the wall, twisting around to come up on the guy pulling up
the rear.  WHNG!  I bolt past him, and drop back to the bottom of the
track. GLGLGK!

   3rd place, short feild, #2 taking that turn ahead.  Bank up, there he
is, back into the corkscrew.  Swallow, and try to control the vertigo. 
Shake my head, the sight spin without any G force, swirling, but not
feeling it in my ear.  KHhH!  I side swipe him, and he spins up, out of the
track, thrown into space with the force.

   TZWOOO!  full power, comming out of it to the straightaway.  Climbing,
leaving the track shortly, and pulling back, canards up to steer back down,
on the track.  1st Place blinking ahead, on radar, the track's line,
banking, can't catch him before:

   FINISH!!!

   2nd place.}

   "HhH!" I open my eyes, look around, kill my brew.  Cannaboids kicking
in, I get out a cigar, and order another.

   "The lady got this one," he points, now how did I miss her?  Behind me,
I guess, the screen switched back to mirror, and I raised my bottle.

   She gets up, in that dressuit.  Tight over her thighs, I disconect, and
turn around.  "Nice cable," I roll it back up in it's pocket.

   "Thanks," business, with her hair down, low cut in front over a solid
green shirt, but round under the tight tailoring.

   "Cheers," a Coka Mohito, green leaf steeping in the rum with mint, and
lime zest.  CLK!

   "Never seen you here before," pretty face, looked carved, but nothing
but curves in the visible bone.

   She shrugs, "I don't really have a bar, I go to." Delightfully, "Nice
race."

   "Seccond place," I take another pull.

   "You started late," she noticed, "Would have lapped them if it wasn't
the last half."

   "I guess," she sat down.

   "You a pilot?" she looked behind me.  Sacral mount, usually for
Vehicular Control.

   "Engineer," I nodded, "Working on the Transcorp building."

   "Construction," she smiled, and leaned in, interested.

   I nod, "Right now, I'm a Robot Operator."

   "Explains the mount," location, "But how about the cable?"

   New, I reached back, and unrolled it again.  "I like the flat cable for
comfort," it's flesh tone out of lack of creativity, "I got to sit on it
all day, less I'm cherry picking."

   "What's that?" she nodded.

   "Well, I can take the end effector off the arm, and connect through a
seat, to ride it up, and work on something high."

   "Can I see?" she flipped the ribbon, to the side of the round end with
the interface flanges on it.  "We have the same connectors," she grinned.
She swept her hair back, and disconnected the wireless antenna.  Sure
enough, three flages, and three slots between around the interface crystal,
we were compatible.  "You mind?" she held her hair over her shoulder, and
slipped the jack up in her other hand.

   "Sure," I never been picked up like this before, but "Go ahead."

   CLKT!, I blink, and accept her.  "Huh?" the room flashes, and I blink
again.  "uH?" The image, her naked, bound, unconcious under me, scream
echoing in my ears.

   {Sorry,} she blinked, {It's the quickest way to trust you.} ?  {I felt
how that image made you feel, if it turned you on, I'd know you were a sick
sadistic sociopath.}

   {But I'm not,} I thought.

   {Now I know.} And knowing is half the battle (c) Hasbro.

   {So,} I thought, {What do you do?}

   {Sales, mostly.} she looked away, bored.  {I signed confidentiality
agreements,} some flashed before my eyes, {But you don't mind if I don't
think about it?} names redacted.

   {Not at all,} I'm not a mindhacker, so I mostly just get what she's
thinking about, and feelings.  {I don't care much about corperate
politics.}

   {You never done this before?} she guessed.

   {Not much direct mind-to-mind,} I admitted.

   {Cybersex?} I'm not sure whether that vision came from me, or her.  {A
little of both,} I felt her smile.

   {Not yet,} she knew.

   {I don't live far,} I could almost remember where.  Horny too, in this
weird way.  No hardness, but a soft warmth, low in her body.

   We had to disconnect, and she followed me to the parking deck.  Intense,
I caught my breath, and relaxed a little, smoked another cig, but this was
like a dream come true.  I'm no virgin, but getting picked up like this was
new, and she sure was hot.

   "Let me guess," her skirt pulled over her swinging ass as she walked up
to my truck.

   "Yup," she stopped, looking up at the arm folded over the flat bed,
stabilising jacks over the sides.  Slotting in, I unlocked the doors, and
climbed into the cab.

   "Backwards seat?" she climbed in, and swung shut the door.

   "Yeah," I harnessed in, "I sit there when I'm operating the arm," and
started up.  She reached up, undid her jacket button, then back to hook
into the seat cable.  "It's locked down right now," she felt my eyes on
her, looked up and winked, {But you can play with the simulator.}

   {You were in the Atrocity Wars,} she guessed by my age.

   {Feild Engineer,} I turned, and climbed toward her place.  Same block,
but a level above, taking the garage all the way up.  I imagined the Issue
vehicle, like this one, but armored, and equipped for handling mines,
erecting, and clearing obsticals, like fortifications.

   She played with the interface, learned how to virtually unlock, and
extend the legs, work the arm, clumbsily.  Letting Collision Avoidance
Radar keep us on track, I generated a lumber pack, for her to load.  She
never got it, but I could feel her fascination, the novely of what I do
every day.  {You got a great job.}

   {Thanks,} I got up to her level, just below daylight, and found a place
to park.  No weapons allowed, I unstrapped my machinepistol, and locked it
in the console.  Corperate security patrolled, scanned us right out of the
cab, and kept going.  I looked up, at the stars through the transparent
ceiling.  Two flashed across, headlights, then red tailights as a car drove
over it.

   "You comming?" she leaned over the stairs.

   "Not yet," I ran to catch up.  Three metal mesh flights, she was
standing with the door open.  "Nice neighborhood."

   "Thanks," she pulled out her earrings, and set them down in a dish next
to her purse.  Pulling a silver chain from her blouse, she unhooked the
Kerambit neck knife, and set it on on the table.

   "That all you carry?" the handle was gold, tone, with inset gemstones,
but it still had the ring pommel, and sheathed convex edged blade.

   "Up here, I mostly have to worry about rape." I didn't ask because of
the way she said it, "So I took a knife fighting course." I tried not to
think about what that would lead to.

   Nice place too, shutters rolling back from slanted windows, or pitched
roof, she stepped out of her shoes, down to a recess lined with a ring
sofa. Art, mostly sculpture, rusted steel, but bent, and engraved in
sensuous curves.  Also bigger than my apartment, and garage put together.

   "Would you like a drink?" she crossed her legs, and waved to the bar.

   "Sure," I went around, "You?"

   "The blue bottle," tapered up from a triangular base, then back out in
sharp sides to the hexagonal top.  Clear glass, the fluid is blue, and
biting.  [Xtacy] up, and down the acute sides.

   I grabbed a beer, [Number] couldn't taste the Coka, but it woke me up,
while I poured her a glass.  "Ice?"

   "No," she reached up, and took a sip while I stepped down.

   "If you don't mind me asking," I sat, "Why me?"

   "What?" she grinned self conciously.

   "I mean, I never been picked up like this," I didn't know how to go on.

   "Hh," she rolled her eyes, "I'm not really a long term relationship kind
of girl.  I like Cybersex, and it's so intensely close that I get burned
out quick with the same person for to long.  But, I get lonely, have needs,
so I preferr this.  A nice evening, some good sex, and no strings
attached."

   "Sounds good to me," I admitted, even if it made me a little
uncomfortable at first.  We stood up, and she kissed me.  Agressive, but
not rough, or domineering, just satisfying herself the best way she knows.

   "Nhs!" her breath sighed out, and she felt around my waist.  Behind me,
she unrolls my cable, up my back, over our shoulders, and behind her head.
"Mnh!"

   Staxy/Nelson {FM Cybr Drug}

   CLCT {So hot,} he felt.

   {You never had Extacy before.} it swirled in my blood, head.

   "HhnH!" he felt it, head leaning back, breaking the connection with my
mouth, "OhHhH!"

   His hardness, pulsing and throbbing.  The muscles in his arms, standing
over me, {So huge.

   That's why I picked you.  Sitting in the bar, so masculine.  {Ripple of
joy.} This, in my hands, pants open, brushing my knuckles.  The way my
fingers feel around it, gripping, slipping down the skin, squeezing it to
bulge in my hands.  "Ohn!" his hands slipping out of my jacket, kneeling,
the cable sliding down his back, pants down legs.

   Hairy, hard, striped with muscle.  My breath on it, inhailing, feeling
his confusion at being turned on by the smell, and taste.  Warm, wet,
tongue slipping under it, he sighs for me.  "GLKHT!" pressing into my
throat.  His hands, slipping off my jacket, rubbing my shoulders, feeling
it, just the way I want him to.

   Saltiness swallowed, I pull back, the meaty man flavor filling my mouth.
"Nhs!" nose.

   "UhhHhUh!" his legs shake a little.

   "Smuit!" I smile up him, don't say anything, just lead him off to bed.
Feel the muscles flex in his legs, still connected.  Hardness swinging,
brushing my hip, bumping my ass, him feeling it through me, and the
interface.  I have to disconnect, to lay back, welcome him.

   Undressing me, slipping the fabric over my skin, releasing the bra. 
"UhH!" deep breath, feel the blood flow back in under the straps, which
still feel like they're there.  Kneeling above me, I reach between his
legs, let the tail slip through my hand, swing my hair out of the way to
reconnect.

   He drops his shirt, a little gut from working in a seat, but plenty of
muscle.  I scoot up, slip my skirt, and soaked panties down my legs. 
Looking down, I can see myself in his eyes, laying back, twisting on top of
the cable, picking my leg up over it, and his hip.

   "Hhh," his hands, sliding down my thighs, up my hips, tummy, ribs,
chest. Touching my {titties}, feeling them, his hands on them.  Lots of
guys get off on that, and I can feel it.  The novelty, newness of it all
through his naivetee.  {Hey!} I sigh, and reach between us.

   {I have all my shots,} of course, don't want any children, or other
diseases.  "Huhah," I feel his chuckle, inside, and out, he rolls his hips
back while I manually make the connection.  "HhHhHn!" so full, he closes
his eyes, feels it, in me, and I feel me, around it.

   No rubber, skin to skin, tight, hot, wet.  Just that, running up my
spine, out the back of my skull, down the cable along my back, and up
behind him.  "UhnhH!" he feels it, rippling up, and down from his coccyx,
tingling in me, lloopping back through my system.

   "Hnh!" I arch, feel the prickles dance up the small of my back, weight
of my breasts shifting up my chest, pushing deeper onto him.  He pulls
back, skin rolling out on it, curling around the head, and I slip my
fingertips down my belly.  Through the hairs, rolling in the spongey ridge,
pinching my lips around him.  "HuhH!"

   The tiny point of hardness, barely grazed by my fingertips, racing up my
body, thrashing angular like lightning, tickling across my spine, and his,
picking it up like an antenna.  "Ugh!" sinking in, just the seccond time,
spastic twitch, from his but to his nuts, pumping, thick heavy spurt up the
lenth of him, buried in me.

   "Uh!" quivering within, G spot pulsing, sucking at him, it, splashing my
spastic cervex.  Another, crashing down, washing over me, smashing away
everything else.  "Huhuhugh!" he shook, hips jerking in a short stroke
hyperfuck to the runaway pulses inside me.  "nT!" and passed out.

   "Hh huh huhn!" I caught my breath, felt my pulse start slowing down from
the near attack speed.