This is the shit you got to deal with my dude. Yes it is true.
The funny thing about getting to be an old fuck is that the shit sneaks up on you at times. Granted I’ve enjoyed the benefits of taking care of myself well enough so I don’t notice this shit that much fucking hell the struggle is real.
Straight every day all damn day.
Fuck feel good food. Try food that doesn’t fuck your shit up at night.
Find out your blood type and what you have to eat to keep your shit good.
Water. Drink it.
Juice fast once year. To clear out all the fucked up shit in your body already.
On the real if your not yet old fuck Do this shit before you hit forty before forty back slaps your ass on the way over the hill
Omarion had a funny smile on his lips and he was just staring out the window. I had offered him a cigar but he had shook his head. He didn’t even want a beer or burger. He just wanted a job.
“Was it that bad inside?” I asked but the second I did. I felt like dumb fuck for even voicing the question.
Omarion didn’t react right to my voice. “Yeah. I can’t go back. I’m never going back. I would go live in the outlands or as close to The Rim as I could survive. I ain’t never going back.” He said.
I turned my attention in front of the cruiser. I brought my finger to the dash board screen. I brought up the message board on the city Runner-For-Hire site. I went to our contact page to look at the message I got from the client. There was a timer for him to arrive at the gas station. He was due for a few more minutes still but he should have been here already for the orange level weight of the job. “Where the fuck is this dude?”
“He’ll show up or we’ll get a lead. Somebody is coming in.” Omarion spoke softly.
I frowned turning hearing the weird tone in his voice. I wondered about it. The crusier was a dark cherry red model with a white X painted on the hood and driver’s side door. “He’s nomad. Don’t know the symbol though. Do you?”
“No. But, I know the face from somewhere or I might know his old man. Stay tight.” Omarion said as the young nomad pulled up along side his side. “Tell me your story. Maybe I can help.” He said.
“I’m Nate. You O who likes to read law books at night on Pin block 9?”
“Yeah. You got me. How’s your Pops? What can I do for you young blood?”
“My Pops is dead. I need a lawyer and Solo operator on the low, you dig me, OG?” He asked and looked nervously at me.
“Yeah. Feed me, the story. Oh he’s my brother. I’m with you, young blood. Tell me the story. I’m with you. My condolences about your Pops. Fox put me on the square and told me, the real deal on how the world works.”
“I had a sister. Shelby Blue got hooked up with a rival enemy to my pack. He swore he was on Jones for her. Pops left her in his hands when he got sent to the Pin. Things went to shit two months Pops was in. We found her on the border of the Outlands and the State line. Her eyes were blazing Red. Fucker said, he didn’t know shit about it public at court. Law dogs say he ain’t do it. But fucker did it. Pops came back and went on sucide run on his ass. His body….they dropped off his body on the door to my trailer with a note. Let it go or your daughter is next. I can’t do shit. I got a little one and three boys that haven’t taken the rite of passage. My pack is small and afraid of him. He keeps hunting around our baby girls.”
“What do you want us to do?” I asked him.
“I want you to skin his bitch alive and put one in his ass and between the eyes but I just want him to go the fuck away from us. We don’t have the pull to get authority to send the Judge on his ass. Can you do it?”
“Give me a name young blood. I can make em go away for you.” Omarion said with smile and hint of danger in his voice.
“Archbold Whitehall. He’s got a brother that’s corporate and Sister to one of the Kings. He works in the red district on 6th.”
“Fucking hell. ” I cursed. “Your better off asking us to take on The Judge himself.”
“Archbold Whitehall. Alright bet. Payment is 10k ebs half now, half later and a favor for my brother over here. Give me a week to get the case on afterward you won’t be seeing or hearing from Archbold Whitehall again you can bet your credits on that shit. You feel me?”
“Bet. OG. Pops said, you would a real one if I was in a pinch. Give me your account number. I’ll wire you half the credits now and other half after the job is done.”
Just like that we were now in the black market game.
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I stood outside my building enjoying the feel of a cool fall breeze on my skin and night air while night life of the city was just getting going. A Cruiser flew over my head and adds ran on the front of buildings around me.
Human and mutant traffic was few and far in between in the business district. There was money to be made and cases to solve. You just had to walk around and you would find something. A mutant male in a expensive black Goi suit approached me like he was just going to pass me by but he was intent on something.
I was also aware of several other players around me intent on me. I turned to the male however and smiled at him turning toward him. “May I help you with something?”
The male started in surprise like I had caught him off guard. He shook his head. “Pardon me. I was just passing by-“
“No. You weren’t. You wanted to do something to me as a set up for something else. It won’t do you any good lying. Tell me how can I help you?” I asked before I step to the side.
I heard something like buzzing sound strike the pavement behind me. I didn’t look at what it was. I heard someone fire a shot somewhere at a direction above. I focused on the man. He started to say something but then he turned and ran away.
I frowned watching him go a few feet away before my second elder son Rafe kicked him in the chest knocking the man off his feet and then he stomped on the man knocking him out. Rafe then reached down grabbed man’s leg and dragged him away. Rafe looked at me. He was grinning and gave me a wink before he turned left with his prize.
I felt someone behind me. I turned and looked at a chest. I took two steps back and looked up at Cooper. He frowned down at me with silver black sun glasses, leather jacket, black jeans and boots on and a presence of danger with a scent of sage and spice on his body that drifted up to my nose and invaded my senses causing a moment of excitement to rise to my pulse and breasts. I folded my arms across my chest to hide my animal sexual reaction.
“What the fuck are you doing?” K demanded. He stepped forward invading my space.
I took two steps back. “I needed a breather from a late meeting. Not that it’s any of your business. We are not in a formal breeding contract any longer or nomadic arrangement.”
K reached for me wrapping his arm around me drawing me closer up and set his forearm under my backside and lifted me up. I put my arms on his shoulders and frowned at him. “You are making a scene again. What do you want? I have protection surrounding me at all times and security forcefield around my body.”
“Are you waiting for Astro? Your going to have a long wait. He ain’t coming. I already had a conversation with him already. I told you that ain’t happening.”
I frowned at him. “I came outside to get a breather from a meeting. Mr. Astro and I are not in a romantic situation as I have told you numerous times in the past. I have had my children and our approcreation contract is done. That is the reason we were together Mr. Cooper. I am running my business now. You promised me. I heard you had a mistress now. Congratulations.”
K stared blankly at me. “I’m taking you home tonight. I have a bit of trouble with some young punk having an interest in stealing my shit and place. You’ll be sleeping in my bed for a few days. Don’t worry. I won’t be trying to get pregnant again. I told you twelve kids is enough. I got rid of the girl. Thanks for confirming she was talking to you by the way. When I found out she’s been sending messages. You plan on fighting me, Peaches?”
I glared at him. “I do not plan on fighting in any regard.. You will pay the board for the trouble of course.” I said knowing he was only looking to make a fuss. He had already proven to me once who has the power between us and I knew not to defy him.
K nodded and carried me away to his truck.
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I waited for Omarion at the gate to the pin with my back to my black cruiser. I looked down at my wrist watch 9:37 a.m.
“What fuck is taking them so long?”
I heard the grind of the gate start to slide open. I looked up to see Omarion dressed in a black suit with a black cap on and scarlet tie. He had a black right eye and bruised left cheek.
Omarion still managed a half sardonic grin as the gate finally cleared for him to leave the hell hole of the Pin prison building. He started forward moving with even steady steps. At least he wasn’t limping.
He made his way over toward me. This fucker was on some bullshit. I couldn’t help grinning. “Fucking asshole how was hard labor in the mines?”
Omarion grinned. “Fucking easiest exercise routine for twelve months. I got the fucking guns from the shit. What’s up bro?”
We slapped hands shook and I took him up in a tight hug and slapped his back. I noticed then that his body was a lot leaner though I felt some hard labor muscle from his arms. His work in the mines had kept him working but it had also taken something out of him.
We moved apart and I looked away as Omarion wiped his face and chuckled. “Damn. I missed your funky colone. You got any spare sunglasses on you bro. The sun is freying my eyes. Working in the mines pretty much fucked up my eyes for a bit.”
I reached into my suit jacket pocket and passed him sunglasses. “I figured you might need a pair.”
Omarion quickly put them on and sighed. “Damn that is a whole lot better. You got any jobs lined up?”
I smiled. “A few seconds out of the pin and already looking to get to work again. I do. I got a list of them on my computer in the cruiser hop in I’m driving though. What happened to your face?”
“I’ll tell ya when we’re on road back to the city. Largo. Thanks for waiting me and-“
“-Don’t start that shit that’ll only piss me off even more. Just get in the cruiser, big brother. We got a lot of catching up to do.” I said hoping into the driver’s side. I started the cruiser just as Omarion got in and I took off toward the main road back to Newark City State.
I put on some music that Omarion liked while I raced along the road in silence. Omarion was staring out the window looking at the city with a funny grin on his face that only grew as we road along closer toward the city. “Who fucked up your face?”
Omarion sighed. “Kang Cooper came to my cell just before they let me out. Cooper wanted to let me know one more time Peaches is off limits. Fucking bullshit games. That’s why I was late.”
I managed not to react right away. I was quiet. “So are you going to start fucking with her again?” I asked carefully.
“I never started fucking with her from the jump. I told you, she’s crazy. Peaches has her head into the fucking mystic bullcrap, star signs and all that shit. She came at me because of my birthday and our name. I wasn’t even checking for her ass and I never once even fucked the chick, bro. Word is bond on that.”
I nodded my head. “Yeah. I know you didn’t. You wouldn’t lie about that but are you planning on fucking with her at all or are you just planning on avoiding her? O. Give me the truth brother.”
Omarion sighed. “I plan on getting on with my life and avoiding Peaches, Cooper and his brats for as long as I’m alive. There is nothing between me and Peaches. She’s just a crazy executive with a weird hobby of trying to predict destiny by looking at random stars in the fucking sky. Confronting her or telling her to fuck off is what got me put in The Pin and ended my career in the private security forces. Nothing left for me to do now is go back to the beginning or try to design my own profession in the Underground Trades. I had some time to think about what I’m going to do with my life.”
I sighed. This was going to be complicated but fuck it. “Alright. I’m down with you bro. Where do you want to start?”
Omarion smiled. “It’s getting late. I think we’ll reach the red district by 8pm. Despite all this bullshit I’m feeling lucky. Neon Station should be a great spot to start.”
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I stood facing the gate to my cell door waiting for it to open. I had been waiting for an hour now sense I got up. I been waiting longer to leave the fucking hot box pin for much longer. I had counted the days every morning by chark marks on the wall next to my bed for this day and all I needed them to do was come open this fucking cell door give me walking papers so I could get the fuck out of here.
My mornings had been the same for twelve months and sixteen days I been sent to the pin. I washed up with a bucket and rag. I had short water supplie provided for the day. I spent my mornings in my cell eating my bread and bean soup then I exercised and studied from law & case books I had earned by trading my knowledge of numbers and book keeping.
In the afternoon I worked for several hours in the mines clearing out diamonds that would used for detapads CPU chips and to run crusier system computers. It shaved off time to my sentence because of the plea deal I signed fourteen months ago.
At night just before lights out I read my physical paperback books my brother sent me. I couldn’t get a detapad shipped in not that it mattered. I wasn’t going to allowed to own or use one when I got out. My choices for employment were limited.
I had repeated this pattern for days and months without fail for this very moment. I had just marked off my last week. It was time. But, still they haven’t opened the damn closed cell door. Something was off. It was quiet. Too quiet.
I heard someone coming. I frowned at the sound of boots. I got up from my bunk as my cell bars slide to the right. I waited. I picked up my chunk and started crushing it in my hands. I waited my heart was in my ears.
I wasn’t surprised when a tall mohawk asshole with red eyes dressed like a biker smoking a cigar now faced me. He was the older son of K. Cooper, the Fixer in Red District that had put me here, in the pin.
“Kang Cooper. I never thought I would see you here. I thought this was last place you ever wanted to be. What in the hell are you doing here?” I said and immediately wondered what in the fuck was going on. “I stuck to my end of deal. What the fuck is this?” I asked but I had pretty good idea what the fuck it was. I just hadn’t thought I would dealing with it now.
Kang snorted blowing smoke in my face. His eyes glowed with elemental fire. “My Pops wanted me to remind you again keep to your own lane and stay the fuck away from Mom’s side. You feel me?!”
I nodded. “Yeah. I already got that the last time he burned my ass before I got sent here. I ain’t fucking with his baby Momma not that I ever was just to keep it on the Rim. You mind getting out of my way.”
I woke up when my head was knocked back against the wall. I fell to the floor. Fuck I hadn’t seen the punch coming. It was crazy how fast Cooper and his boys were. He hadn’t even used his element in the punch. It had been pure youth and raw enhanced mutant speed. I was to old to be fucking with these young thugs one on one.
“You ain’t my Pops. Take the bass out your voice when your talking to a real one ya Dig? I think you need a proper re-education on who your betters are old man. I aim to give you that lesson in full.”
Holy fucking shit. I didn’t have time for this shit. I had a life to get back to living. I looked up at Kang as he stood in my way from freedom and gaining my life back. “Last time Jr. Cooper. Get the fuck out of my way or I’m going to fold your ass over like two dollar credit ebs bill.”
Kang opened his mouth but I was already up moving fast him off guard. He swung on me but I was already catching his arm and using his speed to threw him over my shoulder and hard against the wall. I closed the cell door on him as he came up to his feet reached for me but I was already moving out of his way. I looked up at the Camera to see it focused on me.
“My Pops is watching you. He’s going to make you pay for this shit law dog.”
I stared up at the camera. “Leave me the fuck alone Cooper or I’m going to break my foot off in your ass. I went easy on you kid today but not again. I ain’t security anymore. So leave me the fuck alone or I’ll make you wish I hadn’t just ignored you.”
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I have my mind filled with stories right now but in general for the rest of the year I’m building onto my story universe. I started Cyberpunk Dreams story universe in 2021 and now I’m heading into building onto my universe and doing a lot of brain storming and tightening up some shit to get my universe expanded. I’m writing the stories now and I’m having a good time just thinking the shit out. R1TA series felt good writing that shit out. Content will come out in slow drips.
Why the changes?!
Honestly I’m kind ah just focused now on my own shit. There’s a lot of shit going on the world and I can’t say I give that much of a full of a whole of a damn about. I’m in my zone right now and I’m going to bring you along. I’ll try to do some bullshit news shit about the current shit going on with WW3 that nobody is talking about and nobody cares about.
I do wonder when big boys in charge of my Country are going to bring video evidence about Trump being A I. alien demon from Mars. Hmm. I think I can use that for a story coming in.
It was backwater realm splintered between the digital and material reality. I parked the ship on the side of the road. R1TA 2.0 got out first and looked around first examining the world.
She turned around and around then her gaze locked on something behind the car. I had an idea what it was. The rest of us got out of the ship and looked in the direction of the city.
“That’s That’s…the spider web verse. How? What is this?” R1TA was confused.
I turned toward a glimering city of light and a web network of webs that ran up ward to a hallo of stars. It was twin mirror copy of Newark City State and couldn’t help smiling. She did it. I looked toward CEO James. “Is this satisfactory as a starter point.”
CEO James nodded. “Yes. This is it. This will do well. If it can be expanded upon then this could be the border expansion we need for the growing population Newark City State.”
R1TA turned back to us in confusion. “I don’t underatand. Why are we in the Spider Web verse? How is this possible to enter the Web of Newark network?!”
I pointed at her. “You led us here. You did good. Your the first R1TA to advance the dream world. Do you remember Cyberpunk’s story for making the dream realm?”
R1TA frowned shaking her head. “He didn’t make the dream realm. Simon and his children made the map and forged the dream realm from their wishes and minds as did their descendants after them. I didn’t make this the spider web verse. I just-“
“You just combined them.” CEO James said. “Now they are locked together and Cyberpunk Dream realm has begun it’s first expansion. Thanks to your efforts. You have fulfilled your job. Battlestar will be richly rewarded for this.”
“Okay. I guess that is…” R1TA 2.0 paused frowning at me. “You said I am the first R1TA model to do this. What about the others?”
I shrugged. “They tried and failed. Some times in major ways and it was one of the reasons. I had to kill them.”
R1TA 2.0 looked at me. “You killed them?! I thought. I was told they were retired because they malfunctioned.”
Hmm. Interesting. “No. They were killers and psychopaths. They purposely created hell realms or kidnapped customers and sold them as slaves to other realms. I hunted them down and retired them.. It’s part of my protocol. They were weak. It surprises me you didn’t know that.”
“The job is done. Can we go back now?” R1TA said trying to close the subject and walked to the passenger door but CEO James stood in her way.
“I need you to sign over the rights to this expansion to-“
“-I don’t own myself. R1TA said stiffly. “Mr. Sigma-“
“- Is your father not owner. I asked him this morning over breakfast. He said you could decide on your own. So. Will you sign it over to my company?”
“Okay. What are you offering me?” R1TA asked. “What are you to me?”
“That is a private matter I will not discuss publicly. But, you are smart girl you should be able to figure it out. 40k ebs and membership in the James family group.”
R1TA 2.0 stared at CEO James. “60k and ship of my own. I don’t need membership in your group.”
“Membership is apart of the deal or there is no deal. 65k ebs Membership and a ship. No. Deal you go back to a deal of slaving for Sigma for forty years if he lives that long.”
“Fine. Deal.” R1TA 2.0 said and turned to me “Can we go back now.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
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Something was wrong with me. I knew it now completely. The protocol had been adjusted in certain areas of my programming and information I should have was missing and only for me. I was beginning to wonder what the hell function I was made for and why had my programming been purposefully rearranged. Why did I behave like a fool when meeting people.
“We’re almost to the Crossing point. I am putting in the data point coordinates to the next realm CEO James gave me. How you doing honey?” R1T9A asked me as we neared a strange paved road that led off to a strange circular driving ring. Her hand seemed to fly over the dashboard computer entering numbers to the realm dimension navigation system. A map appeared on screen confirming the coordinations.
I didn’t know what the Crossing point was. I should know that. Why was so much of my educational programming missing and I was left with pieces and feeling. “What I was I made for?” I asked out loud finally.
“Hmm. R1TA 2.0. What is your prime service to the Battlestar group?”
“I am to assist you in the management and running of your ship and mission completion. Sub goals are to provide a reasonable satisfactory servicing the ship’s engine and system security. Also I have continuing goals of protecting clients in their transportation through dimensions.” I repeated my prime programming. “Why is my programming knowledge to complete my mission so incomplete? Why? How can I help you if I’m a useless emotional fool.”
“Rita.” R1T9A said patiently. “You were born a few hours ago. You have the abilities to do your primary and sub goals that for the team. You are not a warrior. You will learn other things as you mature and then you will become advanced asset for the Battlestar group. I will protect you and educate you over time. You are to focus on your job and do not worry about matters that are my responsibility. Is this true?”
I nodded. “This is true. This has been the protocol of the other R1TA models of the past. We were made and programmed to help repair, engineer and operate the Ruby 1 engines and assist the pilot in succeeding in the mission to expand the travel trade of the dream realm. That is my mission. Okay. This will do for now.”
“Good. Hang on tight honey because we are about to burn the Crossing point road.” She said before the ship took off at fast speed. I jerked back in my seat as the ship only seem to gain more and more in speed even as R1T9A kept her foot pushed down on the gas pedal and raced around down and around the track and then…
I saw a beam of light in front of the ship. I pointed at it. “There is a beam of light in front of the ship.” I said in real surprise. Why? What did this mean?
“HOT DAMN! Alright little sister keep your eyes on the light and tell me when to shift directions when the beam turns. Your going to be our navigator. Understood?”
I nodded. Not knowing what was going on but I was happy to finally be helpful in the mission at least. “Yes. Turn to your right.” I said. R1T9A turned and gave another shout of excitement. There were several turns we had to make but up head I could see something a doorway. “I see a doorway of light up ahead to the right and down the road.”
R1T9A giggled. “That’s just what I needed to hear. Hang on we’re about to cross over.”
I opened my eyes to the world for the first time and saw Dr. Moore’s impassive emotionless face stared at me from her chair. She was dressed in a lab jacket with single purple dress on and a pair of matching slippers on. She stared at me.
“Dr. Moore. How may I serve you?”
Dr. Moore nodded her head pleased by my response. “Happy Birthday Whitney. Do you know what your prime function is?”
I nodded my head. “Yes. When am I to meet R1TA 2.0?”
“Soon. Unit R1TA 2.0 is on a mission with my daughter R1T9A. First you must ensure your position in the Battlestar. When they return. Then you will execute the first faze of your mission. Do you understand?”
I nodded. “What are my protocols for, if and when R1T9A is involved in preventing me from forfulling my mission?”
Dr. Moore frowned leaning her head to the side. “You were given protocols for such an event. Avoid R1T9A. She would only end up terminating you as per her mission orders from the corporation. You will forefull your mission. R1TA 2.0 will be a easy mark to terminate dispose of and replace. Afterward your second primary mission will be set for the remainder of your existence.”
I nodded my head. I was to be an assistant a secondary helper to the great R1T9A. What kind of existence was that? Yeah. I knew my mission purpose for being but unlike my previous counter parts. I was entirely different from the R1TA models. I was an Assassin\engineer type. Fuck that.
Dr. Moore flashed something in front of my face startling me from my thoughts. I glared at her. “What the fuck did you flash in front of my eyes?”
Dr. Moore held up a simple pin light. She sighed and stared at me with dead soulless eyes. “You are thinking to much. I need you to listen to me and focus on the mission. It is important that you know your place in the survival of the dream realm. Whatever thoughts you are having they are not important. You must prove yourself and survive were the other models failed because of their failed genetics I was forced to infuse into them. Only you and my daughter are at the top but R1T9A will be above you always. If you challenge that then you’ll be terminated. Do you understand?”
“I understand you, Dr. Moore.” I said calmly. I would wait. I will terminate R1TA 2.0 replace her and then I would adjust my plan for my own advancement.
I got into the front seat of my ship and the moment Rita was in the passenger seat beside me and buckled up I took the ship off automatic settings and putting it on manual override and took off down the road. I noticed someone following us immediately.
“Why are you driving so fast?!” R1TA 2.0 asked me in a concerned low voice.
I smiled tapping my finger on my dashboard screen. The footage of the cruiser was following closely behind us and starting to gain speed. “We have a sloppy troll trying to cause us trouble. Don’t worry we’ll get CEO James where she needs to be and back home to the dream realm. We have an agreement with her company and Battlestar inc. Importantly, I’ve never failed in a mission yet. Hang on!”
“Okay. Okay. That’s right you’ve never failed to complete a mission yet.” R1TA 2.0 said softly. I could hear the fear in her voice but she was sitting still and quietly waiting.
I saw out of my right peripheral vision Miss James reaching out her hand to touch R1TA 2.0’s shoulder. R1TA 2.0 calmed down and I heard her breathing relax. I turned sharply to the right and then left going down and alley way. A saw dressed like a female Authority officer step out to stand facing alley and blocking the way. I activated my blasters on the side.
“What are you going to-“
I launched the blaster fire down the alleyway toward the female she evaded the blasts as she started running forward for the ship. She withdrew a blaster a lightning sword from her back holster. “Shit. Hyper speed assassin class and she’s lightning kissed. No use now.” I said and pressed the gass pedal down.
“What the fuck!?”
“Easy kiddo. I got to run her down before she slices the ship in half with that demon sword of hers’. Everybody hang on.” I said dipping rolling down my window. “Rita. I need you to hand me my blaster honey. I can’t reach it under my arm. In this position.”
“Rita. Disregard that order.” Miss James said. “Stay seated and calm down. My assistant Mr. C.M. will take care of the assassin.”
I thought to say something but one look at R1TA 2.0’s shaky form I knew she wasn’t ready for this shit or if she ever would be. “Alright.” I spared the tall bulky bodyguard one glance. “Your up Slick.”
The man open the door and quickly swung out of the ship to the back and I saw fire and lightning blasting from the roof at the assassin. The element attack quickly set the assassin GEH on fire burning her to ashes in a manner of seconds. I stared in amazement. “Holy shit. Who is this fucker!?”
“The best legend in Newark City I could rent from Gino Fish.”
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We arrived at a corporate building named James in highlighted Gold and white glowing letters on top of the building. I waited with my sister while she chatted with someone on her detapad. She had a relaxed smile on her as she waited for whoever it was we were waiting for.
“Why are you nervous?” R1T9A asked me.
“I’m not nervous. What corporate building is this?”
“James inc. Financial trade & business marketing. What are you nervous about?”
“I don’t know.. James inc? That name. It sounds…I don’t know.” I said and then looked up as the front doors opened to the building. I saw a human female dressed in a grey blue suit and several huge bulky men in suits walking around her. She looked in her mid thirties early forties. Though her blond hair was greyless and her face perfect as was her fit body. “Is she Miss James?”
“Yes. CEO Erica Saint James. I think she’s the cargo or that case she’s carrying is. Say hello to her kiddo.”
I smiled straightened up and faced Miss James as she came to stand in front of me. “CEO James. It is an honor for our family group employed by the Battlestar group to receive you.”
Miss James extended out her hand face up. “It’s pleasure to meet you as well. Miss Sigma.”
I flinched at the name though it was correct. Owen Sigma owned the company that made me. I placed my hand under hers. “We will protect you with our lives Miss James.”
Miss James nodded. “I’m paying your company a lot of money to do so. Give me your hand.”
I placed my palm on hers. I traced the lines in her hand and moved up her arm to cup her cheek. I looked her then. She stared at me without smiling but her eyes were warm. “Your a very beautiful lady.” I said.
“Your a very pretty young girl. You have your mother’s eyes. I like you. No need to be nervous meeting me.”
I could feel my face heating in embarrassment. Why had been programed to act like a fool.. I pulled my hand away from Miss James face. “Thank you. Please let me get the door for you.” I said turning and opening the door for her.
Miss James hoped in to the back with one of her guards and I closed the door. I turned to go.
R1T9A placed her hand in my cheek. “Nothing bad will happen to you. It’s your first job. Don’t worry so nuch.”
“I sighed it’s hard but I’ll try not screw up for you. I promise.”
