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AN INTEREST  /  A GLITCH,   there’s a sense of something desperately being kept out of her reach.  anomalies recorded, but smoothed over before a proper diagnosis could begin.   she files them away in her head, neatly organized under  WAYNE, BRUCE  for further assessment upon the collection of additional data.   for the time being however,  stoya reengages herself,  parted lips pulling to a small smile.      ❝     of course.   i hope my curiosity was not  . . . trespassing. i'll adjust my parameters if they were.       ❞

they say lots of things.      they said those with dark skin were meant to be slaves ;  that women would never have the right to vote ;  that going to the moon was impossible.   they say lots of things, but that does not mean they are correct.    they make mistakes,  they learn.   or they don’t.  

calculated movement ceases ;   it is almost as if there is a minor glitch in the system.   perhaps there would be some who would still call it that,  though her coding remains impeccable.   but,  with new parameters in her programs,  there are bound to be oddities here and there.   organic behavior that weave themselves into her  sub-routines  without being cataloged beforehand.     ❛                   i am   ?     ❜

first day in a strange new city   and he’s already in some dark,  locked-door room with a woman he’s just met                                     a  SYNTHETIC,  really,  but he quickly discovers he doesn’t actually care what she is.  she’s been nothing but kind and helpful as he wandered the streets of electric city,  pointing out landmarks,  teaching him about the inhabitants,  all the while instilling things within him he wasn’t sure he could feel anymore.  what brought them here,  he hasn’t a clue, but he’s kissing her in long,  desperate strokes,  a hand in her hair.  maybe it was the dancing.  RIGHT                         they went to a club,  and she danced,  and he touched her,  and now they’re                  they’re in the back.  that’s where they are !!  his brain makes the necessary connections and then shoves them to the back of his mind where they belong                         he doesn’t need to know or care where they’ve decided to hide,  so long as she keeps  MAKING THOSE NOISES  and pressing into him like that.

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THERE ARE NO COMPLAINTS,    though this had hardly been some master plan.   she was genuine in her interest in giving a grand tour   -   there was something so charming about the look of a persons face when they walked through electric city.    illuminated by the lights,  but something else,  too.   perhaps she had been a bit intentionally coy with the club suggestion,  but as they say,  one thing certainly led to another in that regard.    &     it’s . . . different now,  than it might have been before,  she suspects.    when she moves against him,  when she moans appreciatively into his kiss,  they are all things she would have done before.   but now it is not merely reactive;  she can decide what,  when,  how much.   could decide to leave him wound up too,  if only for curiosities sake.    there’s a freedom in what she had never considered,  would never have been able to consider,   &  that only further ignites the positive feedback loops running through every circuit.  petite fingers are tucked beneath his suit,  brushing along shoulders,  biceps.  second - hand processes can’t help but calculate the density, otherwise useless information stored for more . . . personal use.    her leg hooks itself around his hip,  the hem of her dress hiking up along a pale thigh,   offering a glimpse of flesh  &  the lace of a favored garter belt.  it offers a better vantage point to grind against him,   with little red lights flickering in her head at the feel of his arousal pressed along her pelvis.      she breaks the lip - lock,  instead she places  open mouthed kisses down jaw, his neck.  she talks against his skin,  voice  ( quite literally ) set to sexy.       ❞                  not so strange ?      ❞  

     ❛  you admit that,  however unlikely,  it is possible to compromise your systems,  endangering this ship and every crew member stationed aboard it.  ❜   he has learned not to trust probabilities ; they have survived much they shouldn’t have,  have lost when they should have been able to prevent.  shouldn’t doesn’t mean never ; improbable doesn’t mean impossible.  he will not stake his crew’s lives on her confidence.   ❛  should such an event occur,  it would be possible for it to escape notice until the perpetrator had managed to achieve their purpose.  ❜  

❝   A RISK . . .    ❞    acknowledged readily,  it’s percentile having long since been calculated   &   stored for future reference.     ❞   but one that has already been consented to    -   by every member aboard this ship upon taking a posting in space,   &   by your superiors when arranging this transport.   commander,  your concerns are not unfounded,  though perhaps they are unnecessarily -  extrapolated, by personal connections.  if you like,  i would be happy to provide detailed diagnostic reports on a basis of your choosing, so that you may personally monitor my security systems?   you have my consent.     ❞