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Rick Summer, Ace Detective by Angelique Bouchette Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 1: A New Case At Last Rick Summer sat with his feet propped up on his battered desktop, hands behind his neck, as he leant back in his comfortable old Vinyl-covered armchair, and stared at the Vid-screen, that took up most of the opposite wall of his small, dilapidated office, in the rundown Madison Building, in downtown Frisco. The digital, solar-powered desk clock/calendar read, October 15, 2037. The time was 2:33 pm. He was currently reading the front page story from the 'Frisco Daily News', courtesy of the Word Wide Web, and a hefty subscription: Another Young Girl Disappears From the Greater Frisco Conurbation! Police today confirmed the disappearance of Ms. Donna Powers, aged twenty-four, sometime between 3:00 pm and 5:00 pm, yesterday afternoon, whilst she was out shopping in the Carnegie Drive area of the city. This was despite the fact that every citizen under the age of thirty-five should have had an electronic ID chip surgically implanted at birth, and so it should be physically impossible for anyone to just disappear off the map, without the National Police Monitoring Agency instantly knowing about it. Ms. Powers is Caucasian, a natural-born female, 1.67 Meters tall, with short, auburn hair, and a fuller figure, weighing in at approximately 76 Kilograms. She was last seen wearing a loose fitting, bright pink shellsuit and Nike trainers, and was carrying two carrier bags full of groceries, at the time of her mysterious, inexplicable disappearance! Anyone knowing anything about the possible whereabouts of Ms. Powers, or who may have seen her leaving the Carnegie Drive Shopping Mall with anyone, should e-mail or voice-fax their local Constabulary Outpost, as a matter of utmost urgency! Rick picked up the infra-red remote control handset, pointed it at the Vid-screen and clicked the laser cursor on the highlighted words 'Donna Powers'. Immediately a window containing a colored digitized photograph of the missing female, complete with a detailed description and mini- biography, zoomed out, to almost fill the Vid-screen. "God, she sure is an ugly bitch!" Rick muttered, peering at the digipic. "She certainly ain't been abducted for her good looks!" Ms. Powers certainly was a particularly plain looking girl, rather on the obese side. Rick pointed the cursor at the photo, and clicked again, and the window shrank back into nothingness. He continued reading the main article: Assistant Police Commissioner Rodriguez has asked the populous to remain calm, even though this is the forty- seventh female, aged between twenty and twenty-five, to have disappeared from the Bay area, during the past four months. Apart from their age and gender, the only thing to connect all of these disappearances, is the fact that their I.D. transmission signals have terminated, in all cases! No corpses have yet surfaced and, so far, our boys in blue do not seem to have a clue as to the whereabouts of any of these missing citizens. Distraught parents and relatives have been besieging the City Hall, web pages and e-mail addresses, demanding urgent action to locate their missing loved ones. Rick settled his battered old Fedora hat over his perspiring brow, and popped another Cashew nut into his mouth. He was the same age as the Powers dame, but of course, he wasn't female, and he had no intention of having a sex-change operation, despite it being the current vogue. It was far too expensive, for a start, and, anyway, he was quite happy being a guy. Rick was 1.75 Meters tall (approximately five-feet nine-inches), black- haired, and weighed just over 70 Kilos, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He face was covered with the currently fashionable designer stubble, and a droopy black moustache clung to his upper lip. He was not what you would call totally unattractive to members of the opposite sex! He scratched his chin, and stifled a long yawn. The rest of the article was mainly comprised of an interview with the girl's aged parents, and some more background information on Donna. He was a little annoyed that none of the relatives had, so far, asked for his help, in locating their missing girls! Still, he mainly specialized in industrial espionage cases these days, so they may have gone to another private dick? He belched, and took another swig from his half-empty can of Coca-Cola. It was getting warm and tepid, and the damned air-conditioning unit had broken down again. "I haven't had a single new case in over two weeks now," he muttered, aloud, "and the rent on this flea-pit is long overdue!" He was just contemplating switching to the sports pages, to find out how the 'Dodgers' were doing, when an annoying beeping sound commenced, and a small Vid-phone icon appeared, and started blinking, in the lower right corner of the Vid-screen. "Shit, the Batphone!" he exclaimed, sitting bolt upright, and clicking the laser cursor on the phone icon, with practiced ease. Immediately, a picture of a grey-haired, distinguished looking old guy appeared, sitting behind a large mahogany desk, in what looked like some sort of private study. Rick was suitably impressed. Anyone who could afford a real wooden desk these days, and a mahogany one at that, by the look of it, had to be worth a bunch of credits! The man looked into his own Vid-screen, seeing Rick's image peering back rom it, questioningly, and his eyes lit up. "Ah, Summer, glad I caught you in your office." he boomed. "I've got an urgent piece of industrial detective work for you, and I can make it well worth your while.' Rick sat up straighter, tilted his Fedora further back on his brow, and tried to keep the avaricious gleam out of his eye. "I'm, ah, pretty busy at the moment, Mr... What did you say your name was?" The man smiled. "Arnold Scrooge!" he replied. "And I just happen to know that you have very little in your casebook, at this present time, Mr. Summer. Business isn't exactly booming, is it?" "Oh, yeah, sorry about that, automatic reaction!" Rick blustered, trying to look suitably contrite. "So, what's this investigation you want me to undertake, Mr. Scrooge? Rick Summer don't come cheap!" "I'm afraid the project is far to delicate a matter for me to discuss over an open phone connection, Mr. Summer. Please come over to my place, as soon as is convenient! I only live just outside the city boundaries." "How will I find you, Sir?" "You will find a map, and full instructions on how to get to my mansion, appended to the end of this transmission, Mr. Summer. I would like you to come over this evening, say about seven o'clock, if that is at all possible?" "Yeah, okay Mr. Scrooge, I'll be there! Just as long as you ain't jerkin' me around? I wouldn't want you to live up to your namesake, the guy that Charles Dickens wrote about." Scrooge chuckled, then reached over and switched off the phone link. Rick stared at the screen, blinking away the after-image. "Is this guy for real?" he wondered. He shrugged his shoulders. "Still, what have I got to loose?" He called the map up, on screen, along with the directions on how to get to Scrooge's place. The guy had a secluded villa, up on Canyon drive. Only the very wealthy lived in that particular neighborhood. "Arnold Scrooge?" he mused, with a frown. "That name seems to ring a bell." He immediately initiated a computer search, using the name 'Arnold Scrooge'. "Arnold Scrooge," a computerized, female voice intoned, as the data simultaneously appeared on the Vid-screen, "President and founder, member of the board of droids 'R' Us, currently one of the three most quoted companies on the U.S. stock exchange, along with...." "Enough, enough!" muttered Rick, ending the transmission with a flick of the cursor. "So, he's THE Arnie Scrooge!" he murmured. "Probably one of the ten richest people in the world today?" This information cheered him up no end. "This could be your lucky day, Summer?" he chortled, rubbing his hands together, avariciously. How erroneous subsequent events would prove him to be! Chapter 2: Into The Frying Pan Rick's old, battered Ford Galactica hovermobile, settled down on the close-cropped, superbly groomed lawn, with a variety of groans, squeaks and rattles, the linear-magnetic motor, whining its protest. He sighed, and switched off the engine. "I will definitely have to get me some new wheels," he thought. "This heap of old junk, is just about ready to fall apart." He'd even had to drive over on manual, because the auto-pilot had finally given up the ghost, some three-months before, almost dumping him in the Bay, before he'd wrested control back from it! As he stepped down from the cockpit, he found himself surrounded by a half-dozen hulking Robo-guards, each armed with a lightweight machine pistol, and electric cattle prod. He was more than a little surprised. This was a job normally carried out by human personnel, at a fraction of the cost of their electro-mechanical counterparts? "Hands above your head buster!" snapped the head honcho, in a menacing voice, stepping forward. His optical sensors glittered, with that dull, lifeless look, characteristic of all androids. Otherwise he looked a reasonable facsimile of a gorilla, wearing a business suit. Apart from the serial number on the breast pocket of his jacket, he looked identical to his five muscular companions. Rick didn't argue. These guys looked like they all had itchy trigger fingers, and a bad case of indigestion, and he was on their turf, after all. "Easy boys!" he murmured, slowly placing his hands on top of his head. "The name's Rick Summer, and I have an urgent appointment with your boss!" RD10000457, stepped forward and quickly frisked him, removing his Walther PPK9, from his shoulder holster, before removing his billfold, and checking out his I.D. He then nodded to one of his fellows Robo- guards, who stepped forward with a computer-interfaced ophthalmoscope, and shone it into Rick's eyes. "Retina patterns both match those in the data banks, Chief." the droid murmured, before stepping back into line again. His boss nodded. "Okay, Summer, the boss is expecting you!" he growled, prodding him with the gun barrel. "Walk ahead of me, up to the main entrance, and don't try any funny business. The boss don't like to be kept waiting!" The lines could have come straight out of an ancient gangster movie. "It could've been worse," Rick mused, "he could've used his cattle prod! I wonder why they didn't just scan my I.D. chip though?" -oOo- By the year 2037, the science of Robotics had advanced in leaps and bounds, and great strides had been made in other associated fields of research, such as Bio-Mechanics and Computerized Control Systems, so that many of the more mundane, routine, or more dangerous tasks, formally carried out by the human race, where now performed by Robots, or Androids, the latter being almost indistinguishable from their human counterparts. Although their bodies were now grown in huge vats of nutriment, to accurately duplicate their human counterparts, the basic skeletal, muscular and nervous systems, were still electro-mechanical in nature, controlled by miniaturized super-computers, conveniently located in the cranium, and powered by rechargeable batteries, with an approximately thirty-six hour life, before needing recharging. By far the largest manufacturer of these intricate devices, was droids R Us, formally U. S. Robotics, and with the average price of a new android being somewhere around 100,000 U.S. credits, they were also one of the wealthiest. Because of the high cost of these sophisticated mechanical beings, they tended to be mainly used in highly dangerous or contaminated environments, where it was virtually impossible to use human alternatives. Also, they were extensively employed in jobs involving extensive, or out-of-normal-hours working; or repetitive production line work, requiring high-speed dexterity. As a consequence, it was rare to see an android in a domestic situation, and despite their growing numbers, the vast majority of the populace had yet to lay their eyes on one, in the 'flesh', so to speak. Whilst they looked very life-like, there was only a very limited number of droid models available, so they often tended to look like identical twin brothers, or sisters, and they were usually built to appear to have a chronological age of about twenty to twenty-five years. Androids were also really quite stupid, despite their super-computer central processing units. They were limited to fairly basic decision making, although reprogramming was fairly easy, just involving the replacement of one program disk with another. They were ideal for long, boring, repetitive tasks, where their human equivalent might tend to loose concentration, and let his or her mind wander, or grow physically exhausted. Chapter 3: Me Rick, You Jayne RD10000457, they had such pretty names, pressed the ornate, antique doorbell, then stepped back a couple of paces, keeping an ever watchful optic lens on the shabbily dressed detective. The door swung open, and Rick was treated to the sight of one of the loveliest creatures, he'd ever laid eyes on. The girl's big, blue eyes slightly crinkled at the corners, as she smiled at him, her lovely face surrounded by a halo of long, blonde curls that cascaded down onto her slightly freckled, bare shoulders. "Ah, you must be Mr. Summer, the Private Investigator?" she exclaimed, in a tinkling, almost musical voice. "Please won't you come in, Sir? The Master is expecting you!" She glanced over at the Robo-guard, still hovering in the background. "That will be all, 457." she added, her face suddenly cold and expressionless. "Please follow me, Sir." she murmured, after she'd closed the solid oak door behind them. "The Master is in the Study." As the girl walked ahead of him, down the hallway, her hips swaying, sexily, Rick couldn't help run an appreciative gaze over her firm young body. The girl was wearing an old-fashioned but revealing, black French Maid's outfit, consisting of a heavily-wired, low-cut bodice, that left her shoulders and the tops of her breasts bare, and a short, flared skirt, complete with crinoline lining, that reached down to about mid- thigh. Her long shapely legs, were encased in sheer black stockings, and on her dainty feet, she wore a pair of stiletto-heeled sandals, with heels that must have been all of thirteen-centimeters in height? He was amazed that she could walk so sure-footedly on such spiky heels, without even a break in the sexy sway of her firm, sweet ass. The tight bodice appeared to give her a wasp waist, but even so, Rick, who'd always had an eye for a pretty girl, figuring her vital statistics to be somewhere in the region of 35c-23-35 (in inches of course. It was one of the few imperial measurements that seemed to have survived, since the States had gone fully decimalized in 2006.). Rick had never before met anyone who had a real, honest-to-God live housemaid in their employ, he realized, and he wondered why such a beautiful young girl (she couldn't have been much more than twenty), was willing to do such a menial job? "With a face and figure like hers, she could earn a fortune on one of the subscription Porn channels, on the Vid?" he decided. He started to go hard, as a picture of the blonde, bent over, stark naked, with some guy fucking into her from behind, flashed through his fevered imagination. He quickly dismissed it, and regained his normal cool, professional, composure. He could only assume that Scrooge was again failing to live up to his namesake's reputation, and was paying the girl a small fortune in salary? The girl paused, before an heavy, oak-paneled door, opening it inward, as she stepped aside to allow him through first. "This way, Sir." she said, smiling warmly. "Thank you." Rick replied, captivated by her big, blue, innocent looking eyes. He could easily have fallen into them, and happily drowned! "Huh?" He gave a start, as he realized she was still waiting for him to enter. "Oh yes, sorry." he muttered, embarrassedly. She smiled at him, as he entered the room ahead of her, feeling his ears starting to burn. The walls of the room were lined with bookcases, crammed with genuine, antique hard-covered books, many bound in soft Moroccan leather, or a damned good facsimile. Rick blinked. He'd never seen so many books in one place before. They'd become a bit of an anachronism, in the mid twenty-first century, when people used the Vid, for all there reading and educational needs. Two leather-bound armchairs were positioned in front of a huge, old- fashioned open fireplace, containing a roaring log fire, or a damned good simulation of one. "It can't be genuine!" Rick told himself, shaking his head. "The wood alone must cost a small fortune!" In front of the fireplace, the highly-polished, imitation parquet flooring (it couldn't be genuine, could it?) was covered by a tiger-skin rug. It was a damned fine reproduction, Rick had to admit. It had almost fooled him, at first glance. The old man, sitting in one of the chairs, placed his open book on a small coffee table, with a pattern of inlaid marquetry, that was standing alongside, then rose to his feet. He was wearing a smoking jacket, with carpet slippers on his feet. "Mr. Summer, so glad you could make it on time." he enthused. "I like a man who's punctual! Please, take a seat." He indicated the facing armchair, on the opposite side of the rug to his own. "Thank you, Sir." Rick replied, seating himself, as soon as he had finished shaking the old man's hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the girl had remained standing by the door, after she'd quietly closed it. "Right! Let's get straight down to business!" Scrooge began. "I have asked you to come here, Mr. Summer, to investigate one of the direct competitors of Droids 'R' Us... BioRobotics. We would like you to infiltrate their organization, and to steal their secrets!" Rick frowned. "Excuse my ignorance, Mr. Scrooge, but I've never heard of BioRobotics." The white-haired man smiled, sadly. "Very few people have, my boy! They are currently one of the small fry in the field of robotic manufacture, but they are soon going to become the only manufacturer of domestic androids, if we cannot discover the secret of their success!" "Hmm! What do they manufacture exactly?" "At the moment only one product, Sex droids!" "What?" Rick's eyes opened wide. "Did you say, sex droids, sir?" "Well, maybe that's an over simplification. The reality is, that they are producing a female android, that is indistinguishable from the human equivalent, who is pre-programmed to be her owner's adoring sex slave!" "Indistinguishable from the real thing, you say?" Rick felt an icy chill run along his spine, as he realized some of the possible consequences of such a product, if it were ever mass produced. "Actually, it's better than the real thing!" the older man replied, in all seriousness. "Jayne, would you come over here, please." Rick gave a start. He had completely forgotten that the maid was still in the room with them. The girl hurried over, and stood on the carpet, between the two men. "I don't think you two have been introduced? This is Jayne Morgan, my maid, and general factotum!" "Nice to meet you, Jayne." Rick said, with a slightly puzzled frown. "Likewise Sir." She crossed her shapely pins, and performed a dainty little curtsy, at the same time fluttering her long eyelashes at him, shamelessly. "God, she's an absolute stunner!" Rick decided, wondering whether he had finally fallen in love? "Jayne is missing something that you have had, almost from birth!" the old man continued, with a smug smile. "Well, she IS female, Sir." Rick replied, blushing slightly, in spite of himself. "Not that you idiot! No, Jayne has no ID chip inserted under the flesh of her left thigh, like every other citizen of our fair country, who is under the age of thirty-five!" Rick blinked. "But that's impossible! They never miss anyone, and any attempt to remove the chip, would result in a lethal explosion!" he exclaimed. Scrooge nodded and smiled, knowingly. "She looks almost human, doesn't she?" "Wha..." Rick dragged his eyes away from her lovely red lips, and stared at her grey-haired employer, open-mouthed. "You're not trying to tell me she's a... a?" "A droid? Yes, exactly that, my boy! You are currently looking at a BioRobotics Sex Droid, serial number SD-0017." "I-I can't believe it! You must be joking? She looks totally and absolutely, a warm-blooded, sexy young human female!" Rick gasped, unable to drag his gaze away from the vision of female loveliness. "Let me show you just how realistic she is, Mr. Summer. Jayne, remove your dress, please." "Certainly Master." The girl's hands moved behind her back, and swiftly unzipped her dress. She lowered the underwired bodice, without a hint of self-consciousness, revealing the most magnificent pair of naked breasts, before wriggling the skirt down over her widely flaring hips, and stepping out of it. "Would you be so kind, Sir?" she murmured, handing the frilly garment to the goggle-eyed detective, with a wicked glint in her big blue eyes. The girl was left wearing just her high-heels, stockings, and a tiny pair of black thong panties, cut low at the crotch, and high on the hip. The self-supporting hose was sheer black, with wide lacy tops that reached almost up to her crotch. Rick licked his suddenly dry lips. She was absolutely gorgeous! "Now your panties, please, my dear?" Scrooge added, with a slight smile playing around his wrinkled mouth. "Er, is this really necces?" Rick began. Without a word, the smiling girl hooked her thumbs into the narrow band, on each hip, and quickly dragged the panties down over her shapely buttocks and thighs, before gracefully bending, and slipping them off her feet. She dropped the panties into Rick's lap. "Anything else, Master?" she enquired, with a mischievous twist to her full lips. "Approach our guest, and open your legs wide, so that he may examine you fully." "Certainly Master." The girl pressed her knees against the upholstered arm of Rick's chair, and edged them apart, with a sexy sway of her hips, at the same time slipping her fingers through her pretty blonde beaver, and drawing apart her luscious nether lips, for his closer inspection. "I hope you find me pleasing, Sir." she murmured, huskily. Rick stared at the glistening wetness, his surging erection painful in his pants. "She... she's gotta be human!" he gasped, hoarsely, his feverish eyes rising up from the gentle curve of her near-flat belly, and washboard ribcage, to her full, firm breasts, with their dark areolae and prominent nipples. "You gotta be pulling my..." "I can assure you, Mr. Summer, she is totally non-human," his host assured, "but she IS fully functional! Her sexual organs, like all the other external parts of her body, appear to be in perfect working order, although I doubt she will ever become pregnant?" He gave a low chuckle. "Even her hair and nails appear to grow normally, and require the usual periodic maintenance!" "Does she, ah, experience female orgasms?" Rick asked, fascinated. "Yes I do... frequently!" the girl murmured, with a wide grin. Even without the makeup, her face would've been startlingly beautiful! Scrooge stood up and pointed a small sonic screwdriver at her forehead. There was a faint click, as the narrow sound beam touched her, and he quickly pulled away a small inspection and maintenance hatch in her brow, revealing a mass of humming micro-electronics, with just a hint of grey matter behind them. "It? It's all true!" Rick gasped. "Jesus Christ! I'd never have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes!" Meanwhile, the girl droid had gone rigid, her eyes now glassy and lifeless. "Most routine adjustments and maintenance can be carried out remotely," Scrooge replied, replaced the small panel, and pointed the sonic screwdriver at it again. Moments later, there was no sign of any seam in her smooth, intelligent-looking forehead. The android blinked, and shook her head, so a long lock of blonde hair fell down over her eyes, then she smiled down at Rick, as if nothing unusual had happened. "She's unbelievable!" Rick exclaimed. "She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" "She's also far beyond the technology of any other robotics company on this planet to reproduce!" Arnold Scrooge snapped, with a worried frown on his face. "What?" "She is totally capable of independent thought, action and even decision-making, within the constraints of her basic programming, of course." Scrooge added. "Which is?" "To keep her Master sexually happy, and to obey his every command, without question or complaint." "Do you realize, that this girl is just about every hot-blooded man's sexual fantasy!" Rick exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "She's fantastic!" Scrooge nodded, grimly. "I see you are finally starting to realize the gravity of the situation, my boy. If we cannot discover how BioRobotics are producing these droids, then we will all soon be out of business! That's where you come in! We want to substitute you for one of their quality control inspectors, to see if you can discover and steal their secrets!" "A little industrial espionage, you mean?" Rick murmured, raising an eyebrow. He rubbed the stubble on his chin. "That could prove very dangerous, not to mention illegal, and very costly." "We are willing to pay any price, within reason! This is the company's very existence we are talking about, Mr. Summer!" "But why haven't you just bribed some of BioRobotics existing employees, to reveal their secrets, or just interrogated the girl here?" "Because we have only managed to learn the identity of a couple of their employees, and neither has been able to significantly help us. Part of their contract of employment, is that the identity of their fellow employees remains a closely guarded secret! Also, they are kept ignorant of all stages of production, accept the one that they are directly involved with." "So, you still have one of their droids! How did you get your hands on her, by the way?" "She was purchased in the usual manner, but through a third party!" Scrooge replied. "I can assure you, she was acquired perfectly legally, Mr. Summer!" "So..." Rick glanced at the near naked girl, who was still posing, with her legs wide-spread, just centimeters away from his chair. His nostrils flared slightly, as he caught the scent of her moist pussy! "She certainly smells like a real girl, a real girl in heat!" he realized, with a slight start. He dragged his gaze away from her crotch. "So, have you asked the girl here?" "That data is not in her memory banks. We didn't really expect it to be!" "I hate to sound obvious, but have you considered totally dismantling her, to discover the secrets of her construction?" Rick asked, smugly. Arnold Scrooge sighed. "That was the whole point of purchasing her in the first place!" he agreed. "There is just one small problem though." "Oh, yeah?" "Yes! You see that black choker around her neck, Mr. Summer." Rick raised his eyes to her long slim neck. There was a collar about her throat that he hadn't noticed before. Actually, it looked more like a dog-collar, but appeared totally seamless. "What about it?" he asked, frowning. "That collar contains enough plastic explosive to not only completely destroy Jayne here, but everything else in this room, along with her! Our experts have so far found no way of removing it, without setting off the charge. Oh, there is a warning in the Instruction Manual. It says that any attempt to dismantle the android by unauthorized personnel, will result in a massive explosion, and should not be attempted under any circumstances!" "Very kind of them to warn you! It sounds like these boys are determined to keep their industrial secrets to themselves?" He nodded glumly then brightened. "Oh, I forgot to mention one little feature that is built into her! Try touching one of her nipples, or her vagina or her anus!" "Huh?" "Try it!" he urged, with a grin. Rick rose to his feet and the girl moved into the centre of the carpet and placed her hands on top of her head, so he could completely circle about her, admiring all of her lovely assets, without obstruction. Her eyes followed him, an amused grin on her lovely lips. She seemed to be enjoying this, almost as much as he was. Boy, was he enjoying himself! "Would you mind bending over and spreading those lovely ass cheeks, Jayne, so I can see your, um, hidden secrets?" Rick asked, preparing to duck, if she decided to take a swing at his chin. Jayne glanced over at her Master, and he gave a barely perceptible nod. "Certainly, Sir." she agreed. She bent over, legs still parted, and pulled apart her lovely, unblemished buttocks, revealing her small, brown, anal sphincter to his hungry gaze. "Nice, very nice!" Rick murmured, his erection trying desperately to burst its way out of his pants. "You can stand upright now, Jayne." Another nod from Scrooge, and Jayne complied. "Thank you, Sir." Rick walked around to her front, and placed his hand against her flat tummy, before running his fingers down through her luxuriant blonde, pubic thatch, and onto her hot, moist snatch. The girl shuddered, then threw her arms about his neck. "Oh darling I want you!" she gasped, as her lips came down against his, crushing his lips back against his teeth, as she pulled his face hard up against hers. He gasped for breath, and her tongue snaked into his mouth, exploring his tongue and tonsils, whilst her naked breasts crushed up against his ribcage. Her nipples were so hard and erect they were actually digging into his chest, painfully, as his hands involuntarily slipped about her waist. Her crotch was grinding against the bulge in the front of his pants, agonizingly. She was suddenly acting like a women possessed. "Enough!" came the curt command. At the sound of her Master's voice, the girl blinked and pulled away, panting heavily, her face still filled with unrequited lust. "I-I? I wasn't finished..." she began. "Leave him!" The girl stepped back, pouting, sulkily, her face filled with obvious disappointment. "Wha... what happened,? croaked Rick, desperately re-arranging his painful erection, whilst dragging much needed air into his aching lungs. He felt as if he'd just been mugged by a giant octopus! Arnold chuckled. "Certain of her erogenous zones, when touched, immediately turn Jayne into a raving nymphomaniac." he explained. "Whether that is a standard feature of this type of android, or something that can be pre-programmed to your own requirements, I cannot say for sure, but I suspect the latter." The girl arched her back, and started to moan, as she rubbed her stiff fingers against the front of her pussy, determined to get her sexual satisfaction somehow. "I, ah, I think that her presence is proving a little too distracting." Scrooge turned to the near-naked girl, whose breasts were still heaving fetchingly, from her hard breathing. "Please get dressed and leave us, my dear. I shall ring, if we have further need of you!" "Yes Master." With a mewl of disappointment, the girl quickly pulled on her panties, and dress, then flounced from the room. "We have been able to take X-rays and Ultra-scans of her," he continued, "so we have discovered that her basic internal structure differs drastically from that of our existing droid models. In fact her skeletal and muscular structure, is almost exactly the same as that of a human female, as is her nervous system, arteries and other blood vessels. Having said that many of the internal organs found in the human body are missing, or have been replaced by strange devices. We have also managed to take skin and blood samples. Whilst the former is almost identical to its human counterpart, the blood is very different from our own, and probably far more efficient?" He gave a sigh of frustration. "We need to get in there, and examine her internal make-up, or alternatively, steal the secrets of her construction!" he finished, eyeing Rick, critically. "Before we talk about how I'm going to infiltrate this operation, I think we should discuss my fee?" Rick said, suddenly all business-like again. "Very well!" "How about I forgo my usual fee, and you give me the girl's ownership code instead, in lieu of payment?" he asked suddenly, his eyes hot with lust. "Do you have any idea how much Jayne cost the company, Mr. Summer?" "She'd obviously cost a lot more than your standard droid!" Rick decided. "A hundred and fifty, maybe two-hundred grand?" he guessed. "Ten million credits!" "How much?" Rick squeaked, faintly. "Ten million, and the answer is, no way, buster! I'll tell you what though? We'll give you a thousand a week expenses, and full legal ownership of the first sex droid off our own production lines!" "In other words, no win, no pay!" Rick muttered, pulling a sour face. "Exactly, Mr. Summer, exactly!" Scrooge replied, with a broad smile. "Very well, but under one condition!" "And what is that, pray?" "I get to spend one night with Jayne, before I go in." "Agreed! I suggest you stay over tonight? I will have a guest bedroom prepared for you!" Chapter 4: A Night To Remember As Rick entered the palatial bedroom, he saw the girl waiting for him. Jayne was kneeling at the foot of a huge four-poster bed, eyes downcast, in a suitably servile manner. She was wearing a short, pink, diaphanous nightie, and matching brief, sheer, frilly panties, that left very little to the imagination. She'd been commanded to spend a night of passion with the detective, and to satisfy his every whim, according to Scrooge. He looked at her, feeling suddenly embarrassed. "So, er, what do we do next?" he asked. The girl raised her eyes, and gave him a smoldering look. "Whatever you want to do, Sir." she replied. "By the way, can I get up now? my knees are absolutely killing me." "Oh, ah, s-sure." he replied, startled by the normalcy of her request. "Er, why don't you get your pretty little ass over here, and maybe help me get undressed?" Rick was no stranger to the red-light districts of Frisco, or its ladies of the night. "Sure, Rick!" she readily agreed, rising to her feet, and sauntering over to him. "You don't mind me calling you Rick, do you, honey?" "N-No!" "Good!" She helped him off with his jacket and tie, then started to unbuckle the belt of his pants. "Would you like me to give you a blow job first, Rick?" she murmured, as she unzipped his fly, and dragged his pants down about his knees. "S-Sure, why not?" he croaked. She slowly sank to her haunches, dragging his boxers down from his bulging crotch, as she did so. As soon as his erection sprang into view, she took it in her hands, and expertly jacked him into full, raging hardness. "Jesus!" he gasped, as she pushed back the foreskin from his throbbing purple dome, and slipped her luscious lips over it. "Is this for real?" he asked himself. "Thank you, Lord!" "Mmmm!" she moaned, her eyes closing, as she slid all the way onto him, deep-throating him on the very first stroke. "Momma Mia! Oh, yes, yesss!" he gasped, clutching the back of her blonde head, as it began to bob up and down on his throbbing shaft, her deliciously tight throat clutching at his cock, as she swallowed convulsively, trying to suck him all the way down into her belly (assuming she had one, of course, which was doubtful?). His hips began to jerk and twitch, as he found himself pumping into her, fucking her face back. "Uh, uh, uh, uh! Now this... is what I call... realistic!" he gasped, between grunts, as he felt his climax rapidly approaching. "I-I'm gonna cum, babe!" he gasped, through gritted teeth. She slid her tightly-stretched lips off his cock, and swiftly rose to her feet. "We don't want to waste it, do we, honey?" she murmured, her big blue eyes sparkling, as she pushed her panties down over her buttocks and thighs, and stepped out of them, as they fell about her trim ankles. Tightly gripping his rock-hard cock, she guided it to her waiting pussy, then jerked her hips forward, so that he entered her, in a single, smooth thrust. He was delighted to discover that her vulva was already well-lubricated and slippy from her own secretions. "Aaaaahh!" The effect on her was electrifying. As his penis entered her, she gasped with pleasure, raising up her left knee, and wrapping her long, lithe limb over his right hip, to increase the penetration. She wrapped both arms about his neck, pulling his lips down onto hers, and crushing her breasts against his chest. As her tongue explored his mouth, hungrily, her crotch ground up against his, her hips rotating, as she started to fuck him. With a startled cry, he found himself falling forward on top of her, as she lost her balance, and tumbled backward onto the bed, with a muffled, but strangely girlish, shriek. As their mouths parted, she burst into a fit of girlish giggles, and wrapped her other leg about his waist, drawing him even further inside her sopping sex. "Fuck me, you randy bastard!" she panted, looking up into his eyes, imploringly, then yanking his head down, and grinding his teeth against hers, in another passionate kiss. "They certainly have made some serious advances in droid technology and programming!" he mused, as he started to fuck into her hot, moist vagina, loving the way her powerful pussy muscles clenched and relaxed about his raging hard-on. Soon, he was grunting from his efforts. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh...." urged on by her gasping cries of encouragement. With a final grunt, he shot his hot load of cum into her spasming snatch. "Oh yes, yess, yesss!" she cried, her hips jerking up to meet him, as it triggered her own orgasm, and she arched her spine up off the bed. Gripping her asscheeks, he continued to ram his crotch up against hers, until her powerful cunt muscles had milked him dry. Then he collapsed on top of her, his hands pushing aside her negligee, and clutching her heaving breasts, the bullet hard nipples digging into his palms. He lay like that, panting from his exertions, feeling like the luckiest guy on the whole damned planet. Jayne was so realistic, it was almost beyond belief that she could be a... a machine? Everything he could see, feel, enjoy, seemed totally, utterly human, and yet she was just an android, a biomechanical woman, without a heart, or soul, or feelings... "Does she have feelings?" he wondered, with a flash of guilt. "Jayne?" he murmured. "Mmmm?" she murmured, eyes still closed, head swaying from side to side, still in the throws of post-coital bliss. "Jayne, do you have feelings, like... like a real human being?" he asked, feeling his ears grow hot again. Her eyes flew open, and stared up into his. "I-I don't really know," she said, huskily. "I have no terms of reference within my program." He could've sworn he saw tears glistening in those lovely big blue eyes. -oOo- Rick blinked away the sleep from his eyes, and stared up at the ceiling, as the memories of his night of passion came flooding back. Some faint sound had awoken him, he suddenly realized, and he was instantly on the alert, every muscle in his body tensed and ready for action. He carefully rolled over onto his side, and his arm reached out for the sleeping android girl, only to find an empty depression in the mattress, where she'd lain beside him. His eyes sprang open wide, searching the darkened room, and he observed a dark, shadowy figure, crouching down alongside the wall. His hand snaked out and touched the room's light sensor pad, and the ceiling glowed into life, revealing the startled, naked girl, squatting down beside a domestic power socket, her legs wide-spread. A slim, flexible power cable ran from the wall socket, ending in a miniature jack-plug that appeared to be plugged into her body, between her thighs, somewhere on her perineum, just behind her sex. She glanced over at him, an amused smile on her full red lips. She had carefully repaired her makeup from their earlier love-making, whilst he slept, he idly noted, as he ran his eyes over her, appreciatively. "Sorry that I awoke you, Rick," she murmured. "I'm afraid you've just caught me recharging my batteries." she continued, holding the plug firmly in place, as she spoke. There was no sign of embarrassment on her part. "Jeez, you'd think it was an everyday occurrence?" Rick thought, then chuckled to himself, as he realized that it probably was just that! He gave her a slightly embarrassed grin. "How often do you, ah, need to do that?" he asked, by way of conversation, sitting up in the bed. Her brows creased. "Under average power consumption, I can go for maybe sixty hours between recharges," she replied, "but particularly energetic sex can shorten that period, considerably!" She gave him a knowing smile, gazing over at him from beneath lowered eyelashes. "I didn't expect to have to recharge them before tomorrow." "Oh, ah, yeah!" he replied, blushing a deep shade of red. He was impressed. Standard droid models needed recharging far more frequently than that, if he recalled correctly? "Still, unlike similar, but inferior products, I can switch over into Standby Mode, whenever my services are not required," she added, with a supercilious smile. "It's a little like you humans, when you are in a deep coma." she explained, seeing his puzzled expression. "My power consumption is then reduced to a mere trickle, with a consequently significant increase in the time between recharges." He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and stared over at her magnificent, naked body. "Tell me, Jayne, can you replicate all the usual human bodily functions?" he asked. She paused for thought, before replying. "The majority of them, but not all of them. I have fully functional hair follicles, for example, so I grow body hair, just like you humans, and I need to regularly trim my fingernails and toenails, which are programmed to gradually increase in length. I also have pores in my epidermal layer, so that I can perspire during exercise, or arousal, just like a real human." Again, she gave him an amused smile, and he felt his cock twitch, and start to stiffen. Her eyes didn't fail to notice the effect she was having on him. "Do you eat and drink, like us?" he asked, dragging his gaze back from her superb tits, and up to her face again. "No! I can simulate both eating and drinking, if necessary, but since I have no digestive tract, or stomach, as such, then I cannot convert these products into useful energy!" she replied, with a shrug, that caused her shapely tits to sway, fetchingly. "Both my throat, and my anal passage, since I produce no waste bi-products from the eating process, can be used as supplementary sexual organs!" "Then you never need to go for a piss, or a shit, huh?" "No, although I can produce a urine substitute, as an aid to arousal or lubrication, during sexual intercourse, if required," she volunteered, "but I have no way of producing the equivalent of human faeces." "Hmm?" he murmured, with a lecherous glint in his eyes. "Jayne, can you pause what you?re doing, and come over here, please?" "Certainly, Sir! Your wish is my command! I can finish recharging my batteries later!" She unplugged herself, arose and swayed, sexily, over to the bed. "Please get down on your hands and knees, honey!" he murmured, stroking her smooth thigh. She grinned, already anticipating what was to come, then got down onto her hands and knees, on the thick, plush carpet, raising her pretty ass, high into the air, and spreading her legs, in anticipation. "Ready when you are, Rick darling?" she murmured, gazing back at him, through her gently swaying udders, and wiggling her tight little derriere in his direction. Rick had never fucked a female in the ass before, being unable to face the thought of shoving his dick into someone else's shit chute, but this was different. He spread apart her smooth half-moons, and gazed at the small, brown valve. "It's so tiny!" he thought. "Surely I can't get my cock into that?" "It's amazing just what you can get into there, lover." Jayne murmured, as if reading his mind. "Ah well, here goes!" he muttered, placing his cock-head against the puckered entrance, and ramming his hips forward. There was a momentary firm resistance, then with a distinct plopping sound, his knob stretched the ring of muscle to an unbelievable extent, and slipped inside her, before coming to a halt in her tightly contracting sheath. "Yeeeooowww!" The girl screeched, trying to scoot away from him, but he gripped her hips tightly, preventing her escape. "Oh God, that hurts!" she half-sobbed, tears glistening in her big blue eyes. "Sorry, I-I didn't realize you felt pain?" he said, his ears growing red with embarrassment. "I probably have? a far more extensive nervous? and sensory system? than you humans!" the girl gasped. "I certainly feel? both pain? and pleasure, to a much? greater degree. You cannot expect one? without? the other, but it's? it's a small price to pay." "Tell me? if I'm hurting you? too much!" he panted, easing back a fraction, then ramming his hips forward once more, sinking in another two or three centimeters. "Aaaauuugghh!" the girl cried, through tightly clenched teeth. "More, give me more! Oooooh! Aaaahhh" The breath rushed from her lungs, as he thrust into her, yet again. Then again, and again, and again! Finally, he felt his taut, hairy balls pressing up against her asscheeks, and knew that all seventeen centimeters of his manhood, were tightly embedded into her asshole. "God, but she's tight!" he told himself, as he slowly started to rhythmically thrust in and out of her rear orifice. At first, it felt pretty uncomfortable, and he realized, belatedly, that the dryness must be very painful for her also! Suddenly, he felt a warm wetness flowing around his penis, lubricating it, and making his pistoning motion both smoother and pain free. "That's impossible!" he exclaimed, as he started to thrust into her, faster and faster. "For a human perhaps!" she gasped, triumphantly. "Oh, yes, yes, yesss! Fuck my ass, Rick! Fuck your little slut whore real good!" "This bitch can talk real dirty!" he told himself. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh..." With a final, mighty thrust, semen started to spurt from the end of his pulsing shaft, filling her bowels, or whatever, with his hot, human cum. "Ooooh yes, yesssss!" she gasped, her anal muscles spasming around his slick shaft, as she attained her own orgasm, grinding her buttocks back into his crotch, as he continued to pound into her, 'til his cock ran dry. He collapsed across her sweat-streaked body, panting heavily, supremely contented, as his shrinking prick, slipped wetly from her orifice. "That was so, so good!" he finally managed to gasp. "Mmmm!" she murmured, her breasts heaving, and eyes still tightly clenched, savoring the feel of his hot spunk, as it gradually leaked from her enlarged sphincter. Her only regret was that humans didn't seem to have the stamina of androids! Chapter 5: Out Of The Frying Pan, & Into The Fire "We're gonna send you in as one Mario Andretti, a quality control inspector at the BioRobotics plant," explained Doctor Sigmund, as he worked on fitting the Latex head-mask over Rick's face. "This thing will never pass close scrutiny by the guy's fellow workers and friends!" Rick protested. "Ah, that's the beauty of this whole operation, shamus! Once you're inside the joint, you can get rid of the mask, and become your usual obnoxious self! None of your co-workers will know you, and they'll just assume you're some guy brought in off another shift." "You've forgotten one teensy-weensy little thing, Einstein!" retorted Rick. "Oh, yeah, what's that?" "Yeah! A company as security conscious as BioRobotics, is bound to be carrying out routine ID microchip scans, on all people entering or leaving the manufacturing facility, and comparing them with N.P.M.A. Central Records!" "Yeah, so?" "Well, in case you hadn't realized, there's no way you can change my ID chip, without blowing us both to kingdom-come!" "We ain't gonna change your ID code, schmuck!" "Well, how are you going to...?" A metaphoric bulb suddenly switched on in Rick's brain. "Of course," he gasped, as realization dawned, "you've changed the central computer records! How the hell did you manage to do that?" "All their computer hardware is supplied by a sister company of droids 'R' Us," explained the doctor, with a smug smile. "If we can't hack their data banks, then nobody can!" -oOo- The BioRobotics Inc. manufacturing facility, was located on a rundown trading estate, at the Northern end of the Bay. It was surrounded by a high electric fence, with constant guard-dog patrols along the inner perimeter, and three security checks, before anyone actually got into the manufacturing area, which looked more like a hospital than a conventional assembly-line factory. "Obviously they ain't gone into mass-production yet." mused Rick, re-reading the meager data supplied by Scrooge, under the dim interior light of the hovermobile. He had set the Ford Galactica down, a couple of hundred meters from the main gates, in a narrow side street. Any closer, and the clanking and groaning would've alerted the facility security guards! He checked his appearance in the interior mirror. He looked a passable imitation of the real Andretti, providing the light wasn't too bright. He checked his watch. Five to ten! The night-shift was due to start at 10:00 pm. He picked up his lunchbox, and exited the hovermobile. He hurried along the dimly-lit street, took a deep breath, and walked in through the main entrance. The security guard gave him a bored look, as he handed over his lunchbox and ID card, for inspection, before stepping through the 'walk-through' ID scanner, directly linked to N.P.M.A. Central Records. When no alarm bells went off, Rick realized he had been holding his breath. "You're cutting it mighty fine tonight, Andretti!" the guard growled, handing back his ID card. "How come you ain't got Salami and pickle on rye, tonight? You always bring Salami and pickle." "I, uh, I felt like a change! It ain't a crime is it?" Rick muttered, gruffly. "Okay, okay, I only asked! You sound like you're catching a cold, Andretti? You know the company rules about possible cross-infection?" "Sure, sure! I'm fine I tell you!" Rick muttered, trying to keep to the shadows. "Yeah, well, okay, but get that butt moving, buddy!" Rick hurried away, clutching his lunchbox and ID. He had to pass through two more checkpoints, without further hitch, before he was finally inside the facility proper. The place turned out to be a maze of wide corridors, with little monorail trucks rushing to and fro, piled high with various robotic parts. Luckily, there were direction signs everywhere! Glancing around, to check that the coast was clear, he ducked into the nearest public toilet, and slipped into a cubicle. With trembling hands, he stripped of the latex mask, and stuffed it behind the low-level cistern. He cleaned himself up with a few toilet tissues, then entered the washroom, and swiftly washed and dried his face. "Hard night on the tiles!" he said, to the startled guy who emerged out of a cubicle three down. The guy grunted, and then hurried out, tucking his shirt into his pants. After swiftly checking that his face looked okay, in the wall mirror, Rick hurried out after him. Chapter 6: The Dragon's Lair Rick peered around, and finally spotted a sign, that read: Final Assembly, Inspection Andretti worked in 'Final Assembly'! Rick hurried along the corridor, in the direction indicated by the arrow, and walked through the door marked 'Final Assembly, Inspection', then came to a sudden halt. He was in a huge room, that looked a little like a hospital ward. Rows of what looked like operating tables, but on wheels, lined both sides of the room, and stretched into the distance, with a bank of electronic test equipment attached to the wall, behind and above each table, with various hanging attachments. There must have been twenty or more of the tables in the room, but what was even more amazing was the naked blonde female, strapped down to each of them (or should that have been naked droid?). Each girl was an exact duplicate of her neighbors. "Hell, each of them is an exact duplicate of Jayne Morgan!" Rick realized, with a start. "Hey, who the hell are you?" growled a guy in a pristine white lab coat, walking over to him, and eyeing him, suspiciously. He was carrying a clipboard, containing a pile of check lists, and had a marker pen tucked behind his right ear. "Who the hell do you think I am?" Rick snapped, deciding to try to bluff it out. "I'm Andretti's replacement, of course!" "Wha'd'ya mean, replacement?" the guy asked, still suspicious. "Ain't you heard? He got run down by an out of control hover this morning!" "He all right?" "Yeah, but he won't be back at work for a week or two!" "Who're you?" "Summer, Rick Summer, but I ain't done this job before! You'll have to show me the ropes?" "Jesus!" The man looked up to the heavens. "Production is up by fifty percent, and they send me a rookie! Okay, Rick, grab one of those labcoats over there, then tag along with me, as I start with SD-0402 over here." Rick pulled on a white labcoat, and hurried back to the other inspector. "My name's Bill Meyer by the way. Our job is to run through a final check list, to ensure every droid is fully functioning, as per specification!" "Uh huh!" "Open your eyes!" Bill said to the beautiful female droid stretched out in front of them. Both eyes snapped open. They were big, blue and limpid, just as Rick remembered them. "You will obey my every command!" Bill added. "Yes, Master." It was the same, familiar voice. It was also the same face, same breasts, same legs, and same delicious pussy, with its soft triangle of blonde pubic curls. Rick felt his penis start to twitch and grow. "Raise your right eyebrow!" She did so. "Wiggle your toes!" Her toes wriggled, as she smiled up at them both, sexily. "What is the cube root of 729, SD-0402?" "Nine, Master." "Good girl!" He lent forward and kissed her on her lovely red lips. "Is that a sort of a reward?" Rick asked, curiously. "Nah! Just a fringe benefit!" Bill replied, with a smirk. "And these girls doesn't mind a bit. They love any show of affection." "Why is she strapped down?" Rick asked, a little perplexed. "'Cause, amongst other things, we have to check out their automatic erogenous zone, reflexes." "Huh?" "Watch!" Bill reached out and savagely twisted the girl's prominent left nipple. "Aaaahhh!" The girl gasped with pleasure, arching her back up off the table. Only her legs and arms were strapped down. "Please fuck me, Master?" she pleaded, her eyes suddenly filled with unrequited lust. "Screw your little slut bitch... pleaassee!" "Do they all give the same response, when you do that?" asked Rick, goggle-eyed, feeling his cock growing even harder. "More or less." Bill replied, grinning, as he spotted the tent in the front of Rick's pants. He did the same with the other breast, producing a similar reaction. "You can see why we have to keep them strapped down." Bill added, as the android girl shuddered with pleasure, and pleaded with him to make love to her. "Don't you ever feel tempted to get astride one of them, and give them what they're asking for?" asked Rick, licking his lips. "Nah, not anymore. Maybe occasionally, during the early days." "How long have they been producing this model then?" "Four months now!" Bill then slipped a finger into her exposed sex, and the girl went mad with lust, straining against her bonds, and pleading with him to release her, so she could pleasure her Master! He just chuckled, as he ticked the relevant box on his check list, then slipped a finger into her anus. Again the girl moaned and screamed, desperately struggling against the leather restraining straps, in an attempt to get at the object of her desire. Rick had become quite turned on by all this, but he kept his voice calm. "The, ah, girl thinks of you as her Master." he said. "How does her eventual owner, overcome this programming?" "She's reprogrammed for her new master, immediately before leaving the facility, or so I'm led to believe." Bill replied, with a shrug of his shoulders. "That's not our responsibility." "Uh huh." Bill continued with the check list, going through another dozen or so mental and physical co-ordination checks, and ticking off each on the check list, as it was successfully completed. Finally, he took out a sonic screwdriver that opened up a panel in her chest, and checked out a row of dip switches against a diagram on his clip-board. "Hmm, seems okay!" he muttered. He replaced the panel and re-sealed it. "That's all there is too it, Summer." he said, as he finished the last check, and straightened up. "Do you think you'll be okay?" "Sure, but what if the droid fails one of the tests?" "Unlikely! We haven't had a failure since the very earliest models, and then they were only minor glitches. If it happens though, just give me a yell, Okay?" "Yeah, sure. Hey, thanks, buddy!" "No problem! Here's your check lists." He handed Rick a clipboard and a pen. "You finish the left hand side of the room, and I'll do the right." -oOo- Rick stared down at the delectable, naked creature, strapped down to the table. She was identical in every way to the other five androids he'd already checked out, right down to the small mole on her left breast, and she had reacted in a similar manner, when he had carried out the standard checks, straining to make love to him, whenever he had touched a key erogenous zone. They were all carbon copies of the Jayne he knew, right down to the... With a thrill of shock, he realized that they all differed in one significant aspect from Jayne Morgan. None of them wore the black choker around their slim necks! None of them were, as yet, a potential walking bomb! If he couldn't discover the manufacturing secrets that made these androids so lifelike, then perhaps he could smuggle one of the droids out of there, before they got around to fitting her collar? "Hey Bill, when do they fit the collars to the girls?" he asked, innocently, turning to talk to the other technician, who was on the opposite side of the room. Bill glanced up from the droid he was checking. "What collars?" he asked, suspiciously. "Oh nothing! I just caught sight of the finished product once, and she was wearing this sort of black choker. Perhaps it was just a bit of personalization, for her new owner?" "Yeah, maybe." Bill started to turn back toward his current droid. "Say, Bill, just how do they make these girl droids so lifelike? They seem amazingly intelligent too?" Bill frowned. "I wouldn't know, Summer, I know nothing about how they're put together, prior to their arriving here for inspection. I would quit asking damn-fool questions, if I wuz you, if you don't want to end up in deep trouble! This project is top secret, and they don't take kindly to blabber-mouths 'round here." "Oh, yeah, sorry 'bout that!" Rick quickly moved on to the next girl, afraid that he may have aroused the man's suspicions sufficiently for him to report him! -oOo- Rick had noticed what he assumed to be a large central heating duct, running along, behind the wall, on his side of the room (he continued to think of the room as more of a hospital ward), with large vents, set in it, at regular intervals, about two and a half meters off the ground. With a bit of luck, this same heating system, supplied all the other areas in the facility, and the vents looked just about big enough for someone to crawl through them? It looked an ideal method of getting about the plant, without being observed. At lunchtime, Rick excused himself, saying he needed to visit the john, and hurried out. He quickly located the Men's Toilets, that he'd previously used, and slipped inside. "Good!" he muttered. There was a similar vent in the wall, conveniently positioned above one of the toilet cubicles that lined that wall. "This is my lucky day!" he said, chuckling to himself. Entering the cubicle, he slipped a small screwdriver out of the hollowed out heel of his shoe, and standing on the toilet seat, began to unscrew the wire-mesh cover. Removing the last screw, he slipped the cover inside the large metal duct, and, with a grunt of effort, managed to haul himself up into the opening, with some difficulty, and not a little noise. Luckily, the Men's Room was otherwise deserted. Once inside, he managed to wedge the mesh cover back into position. "Unless someone looks closely, no-one should notice the missing screws!" he told himself, hopefully. -oOo- An eagle-eyed security guard, had been the first to spot that something was amiss, when he noticed Rick exiting the Men's Room, on one of the numerous security monitors. The clothes were the same, but the guy who'd entered the toilets, now had a completely different face. This guy looked much younger, maybe no more than twenty-five, with one of those Mexican bandit type moustaches, and several days growth of beard. The guard hadn't noticed anything strange going on in the Men's Room, but then the lone Vid-camera in there, only covered part of the room. "Hey, Hans," he called out to his Chief, who was also in the control room, "take a look at this guy!" Hans Smuts, head of BioRobotics Inc. security, sauntered over. "Well, what about him?" he asked, frowning, as he peered at Rick's image. "He just changed faces in the washroom, Chief!" "What? Hey, now you come to mention it, he is acting kinda shifty, as if he doesn't know his way around the joint. Track him, and see where he goes! I'll go contact the boss, and alert the other guards!" The guard watched Rick enter 'Final Inspection' and made notes of his conversations with Bill Meyer. By the time that the suspect knocked off for lunch, Miles Canterbury had arrived at the facility, and hurried to the control booth. "What have you got for me, Hans?" he asked, grimly. "We may have an illegal intruder on the premises, Boss," Hans replied pointing to a Vid-monitor, showing Rick sauntering down a corridor, "but how the hell the guy got into the place, heaven only knows?" -oOo- The fat-jowled, slightly-balding, portly, middle-aged man, watched the small image of the private eye clambering into the central heating duct, on the monitor screen, one of dozens, lined up above his head, then turned back to his head of security. "Have we got any security cameras in there, Hans?" he growled. Hans Smuts, blinked twice, before replying. "Er, no Boss, we, er, we didn't think it was necessary, not with all the Mini-Vid cameras we've got installed in the various sectors." "Well, I don't think there's much doubt that we've got ourselves an