Part 1

The Bubble Worlds

FUTURE EARTH...DATE...2111...BUBBLE 234...MIAMI...AMERICAN FEDERATION.

OZONE RANGER, badge #233, Lieutenant Timothy Krull, accompanied by Cyborg female partner Spec 24-3, Sgt. Adray Venus moved through the ally’s of Miami Beach, their infrared sensor boots leaving foot prints in the snow.

Their in THE ZONE violence, death, broken androids, cyborgs, diseased human beings, it’s where ninety-eight percent of the population lives, in THE ZONE. It’s where the elite deposit their trash, human or other wise.

Krull, human, 6ft. 3, 200 lbs, lean, face scared, tough, blond, blue eyes, no robotics replacing severed limbs yet was attired in his standard reflector silver Ozone Weaponry Shield clothing. He’s spent, skin burned pink, his 847 laser canon automatic in his silver gloved hands.

He is hunting late night, every night.

Stalling out, he stared through his face plate at the bio engineered female that he loved.

He thought about her, he always did.

Adray Venus was his life partner and was a Spec-24-3, 6-2 ft, 120 lbs, stunning, exotic, sky high forehead and domed bald head to hold THAT brain. She had no ears and a small nose, just for cosmetics. She didn’t really need a nose for she had three sets of carbon filters gill grills on each side of her chest. The geeks at Scientific Model wanted the Spec 24-3’s to be beautiful, go figure.

Because Krull loved her, he had read all of the specs on her.

Watching her as she patrolled before him on point, it didn’t matter to him that she was constructed of Stainless and Chromium bones and, silver colored engineered Nanominium skin. She was plated in scaled pure Platinum, twice as malleable as the real deal, twice as tough too. Not a hair on her body, from dome to toes.

Guys in the Spec Labs figured that out, bad atmosphere, radon, x-rays, radiation, CO-2, Ozone, gamma rays, micro waves, shit that had no names. They had figured why bother with hair; some bots got all the luck.

He loved how super thin, cut and tough she was. He knew her IQ engulfed his by two and well, the tech guys could never really go that high. They had figured hyper high or something like that. It was real Biomimicry, Interfaced and cloned Genetic off the chart stuff.

Hell the bio engineered beauty bitches were perfect, or at least the lab guys had thought so. That was until they had found out the bots had hearts like a fragile jewel, began breaking down.

They needed them smart back then, battle hard, to run the Spectrum Machines, sonar’s, gun turrets, it was a butt fuck the wars. The SPEC 24-3’s managed all of the armaments, especially the radar laser artillery during the wars.

SPEC 24-3, Cyborg females were soldiers and Krull remembered that during the Hispanic wars multiple years earlier they had fought side by side.

Her eyes we’re constructed of the gem stone, Peridot and they were green almond eyes, twice the size of human females. She had gem stone Sapphire cobalt blue irises and genuine Amethyst purple pupils, real optic digital suckers.

The girls could see in the night, through the smoke and pollution. Her eyes drove Krull wild with desire.

When she was angry or sexually aroused, as her skin did, they turned to a violet color.

No night vision goggles for these dolls. The geeks at Scientific Model had figured hell, what could be wrong with a little GI eye candy; every grunt likes a model looking twist. Hell, they were combat Marines after all, testosterone run amok.

Genetically engineered, hybrid constructed of fire proof elements, Spec 24-3’s were built for war, running those guidance systems as the gas fell from the sky, the bombs, the missiles too. Having triple sets of Carbon Filtered Gill Lungs those were paramount in filtering out the deadly shit falling from the sky.

They had been impervious to the viruses that had finally aborted out of China. Once again SiFi Model made Filter Lungs had fixed that.

Krull thought back of the front lines of the wars. He remembered that she had been made for killing and that she had been fearless. Hell, no one ever thought the starlets felt anything, pain, stress, loneliness, could fall in love. They had been wrong. Krull was proof of that.

After the last war, there was always a last war they had been refitted for sex. Lots a demand for Platinum plated girls with seductive green eyes. Especially for whacked out soldier killers, hard liners, hard-on’s rampaging, wild savages, coming back to the BUBBLE worlds.

In reality no one cared about a twist with a motor in their heads, but Krull did and he felt he was the luckiest ex Grunt in the world for having done so.

The returning troops, Cyborg, Android and human, no jobs, no lives, no clean air, busted up atmosphere, no futures, except a toilet of one.

Gotta give them something, anything and so they did. So the SPEC 24-3’s had been re-equipped as Sexual Pleasure Vehicles. That had been a bad thing for the Cyborg Girls.

Venus had been lucky, met Krull, a major, he had a heart, one no bullet had found yet. He fell for the cyber dish, hard. After all she was an angular, perfect looking bio-engineered half/machine with a heart of gold. Saved from the whore houses by her lover, human Timothy (Connor) Krull, they were in love, go figure. Krull wouldn’t have it any other way.

He remembered the turned eyes; no questions asked by Central Military. He was a war hero. Hell the heroes always get the girl in the end.

Basic rule was, don’t ask/don’t tell and if you didn’t want to know why a stud would opt for a Bot, don’t ask, but Krull had. Why, well she had saved his live in the Bolivian trenches and he fell for her; fell for her hard.

As Ozone Rangers, they had a few privileges, had an off shoot ware house, hermetically sealed near THE SHOOT separate from the cops barracks.

Krull had seniority, he had his own digs. Venus, indescribable in sexuality, courage, combat skills, brains (they made them right back then) was his girl and she knew it.

Half human, Ridnium powered heart, all sex, DNA altered human brain, mix match of rare elements, that Nanominium silver colored skin. She could have been a super model, except there were no more super models.

She had silicone here and there, tiny tits, no hips, human organs, Pigeon Egg blue cunt, azure lips, altered genetically engineered blue blood, real pretty color, clotting factor off the charts. They were tough broads, hard and it took a lot to kill the Spec 24-3 glamour girls.

In reality, not Virtual, the truth was that she was a one hundred percent bitch queen, proud, loyal and courageous. She adored Krull more than she feared The Crushers.

AS she disappeared into the pollution, snow and fog, she turned and looked at the man she loved.

Options were, The Crushers or a whore house which were coffins where her kind usually ended up, after they wore out, finally broke down. Eventually breaking down, force fucking a battalion of Rangers, front force marines. 

She knew one thing and one thing only and that she would die for Krull, no doubt about that.

TEAM Adray Venus, Krull walk through the madness of summer Miami snow. Zero degrees, cold, shop venders hawking dead dogs, cats, pigeons and Magic Meat and other stuff like electronics, Filter Machines, air breathers, psycho-tropic drugs, name your poison. No more heroin, cocaine, the Amazon had been stripped mined.

There were lots of psycho tropic drugs, mind altering stuff, trip-pity dip the mind. Anything was better than reality. Better to be a semi conscious, stoned out Virtual Reality zombie than live in the hard core reality sewer of THE ZONES.

The shops, stalls, black markets were a place a puke could buy anything and get most basics things that at least made life bearable. All kind of stuff half-human beings needed to live in a cesspool called planet earth.

A-muck could get a lot of stuff in the alleys and street bizarre. Neon, a tube of lipstick, clean water, Diode Sniffers, knives, hatchets, sugar, propane, rats for a barbecue, a bot to fuck for the night, or at the high end bordellos, a real human girl it was all there.

No foreign currencies, gold and silver still had value, though the street criminals could not eat gold or silver. Precious metals were usually used by remaining intact governments for inter -government trade.

The new coin of the realm was American Script.

Since the Americanos had the only functioning military industrial base left they ruthlessly ruled the world, mostly through their flotillas of air craft carriers. The Script was it. The American fucks had kept it simple and they had black mailed and flogged their demands to the planet, what was left of the world. Nobody had said no to their demands.

There major allies as was through most of time were the British. With their technologies and superb techniques of running high caliber logistics, the Brits ran the satellite bases in Control Center in deep space, beaming the protective the protective BUBBLES back to earth. It had been a good deal that had been offered to the Brits. They had taken it.

There was another reason the Brits had been included and that was because they had discovered British Moon in deep space.

In the slag slums of earth and more valuable were commodities like tobacco, sugar, tea, salt, coffee, and a bar of soap, anything real. Script was the coin of the realm. It was mostly a barter society.

You had an Isotope Air Breather, a pint of real whiskey or a pack of Twinkie’s and a pair of nylons, a girl would fuck a guy for a pair of those. Hell most gals would give it up for a Meat -Popsicle, no questions asked of what kind of meat that was.

The atmosphere had collapsed multiple decades ago, not entirely, but enough and still was doing it.

Global warming ramped up as well as the Green House Effect, O-zone gone and the increased temperatures melted half of the poles, most of them. That fucked up the world good and flooded the coast lines, more than half of the habitable planet.

The Miami dykes had held and that had been a good thing especially if someone actually snow skied any longer.

No more tigers, elephants, rhinos, birds, of any kind, lions all gone, pythons, they ate them too. When the population reached twenty billion the savages called humans ate everything that swam, walked and flew, including each other.

Then, planet earth stressed to the max, revolted.

The earthquakes came, hurricanes, tornados, cyclones, flooding tsunamis too.

Gone were Japan, the USA East Coast, West Coast, Malaysia, Hawaii, Africa, Indonesia, Pacific Islands, coastal Europe and anywhere two hundred miles from the sea. Multiple hundreds of millions died and, then came the bird virus; that was another fucking story.

There had been time though, and then the British BUBBLES being shot down from orbiting satellites had saved most of the major capitols of the world.

London, LA, New York, Sydney, Tokyo, etc had been saved by the dikes and the protective Bubbles being beamed down from space.

The bird flu’s tripped out of China. Eight billion people rumbling for space, no more jobs, no more food and, then the floods came, famine, crazy times, psycho times.

China imploded for there were no more Wal Marts, Targets, Western economies intact to flog stereos, plastic junk, dildos and the rest of the shit they made that in the end no one wanted.

Over six billion died there and, then more later. Another ten billion were evaporated around the rest of a dying slab of planet once so promising.

Your genetics were either right, or they weren’t. You were either immune from Z-W-3 birdie flu, or you sucked gas and died. Of course that changed marginally when the CDC in Atlanta, found the cure.

Once again, America, the only game left in town, and with their still viable military complex in tack, mostly from multiple carriers task forces pirating around the world oceans, black mailed what was left of the planet.

Cold, mercenary, brutal, what was new about that within a USA monastic religious and pagan-voodoo-society?

The motto went like this and it was genocide prompting simple.

“Pay up, or die.”

That’s what happened, and the elite of the worlds had coughed up the mostly commodities that the gringos had always lusted for.

Time passed and the world imploded further, collapsed around its self. Oceans mostly died, tunas, turtles, sea birds, no more whales, dolphins, other air breathers. They needed clean oxygen to live. Who didn’t?

More billions died, cannibalism had run amok and of course that was before Ridnium had been discovered, thus creating the satellite fed BUBBLE worlds.

That was what finally saved parts of the planet, the domed BUBBLE worlds and of course only for the rich, the elite, the connected, what was new about that old story survived within their elite atmospheres.

The planet then died, well all most. Some human beings had survived, a billion plus or so, for they had that basic survival instinct, like cock roaches. They were like insects crawling around the primal ooze, eating garbage, survivors existing with in a slow rolling holocaust, a deteriation of the human soul.

Time rumbled on, it always did, and a new order aborted out of the womb.

THE BUBBLE DOMES came, and then the Ozone Cops were created.

Ex soldiers, they became the last ditch stance men and Cyborg Girls that held off the criminals, murders breeding, maniacs teaming as killing machines in THE ZONE. They went rabid at a wholesale level and only the Ozone Rangers could stop them.

OZONE Cops, cool names, hard people and now as two of those cops moved out of the Miami alleys, Adray Venus, cloned green eyes digital scanning everything in grids, leading point, always protecting Krull, began their patrol.

Even in a freak zone of androids, fucked up human engineered people, real people, Venus stood out.

Krull stared at her body that as always was painted out in her skin tight silver body SKINS (Suit), calf boots, gloves, 357 automatic magnum hand gun, slung on her nothing hips. He loved how tough she was. How sweet she was. How fucking deadly she was.

She was shadowing and monitoring Krull as he wearily moved through the teaming street crowds and vendors and the calliophy of human madness that was THE ZONE.

Though he had their Repeater Laser Cannos slung on their shoulders, they both were Old School weapons romantics. They were Vibe Hunters and loved real copper and lead in the chamber. Thus they had opted for Smith & Wesson magnums hand guns, 357 Pythons.

Though those weapons were formidable, Venus had her own mojo going. She carried two four foot swords, handle to tip point, Titanium blades, very Samurai like. They were shone to razor sharp, topped off and plated with pure Platinum just like her.

The Spec-24-3’s had learned early on, in the sewers, trenches of Bolivia that sometimes a gal needed that little something extra, an edge to succeed in life. Guns, carbines ran out of ammunition sometimes and ceased up. The war was street to street combat, sewer to sewer, hand to hand savagery. So they opted for the blades. The dolls had brutally fought their way through the sewers, alleys, street wars; these girls were no dum dums.

Moving through the falling snow, Krull’s eyes were riveted on her. Her pure platinum skin was tricked out in The Skins looking like no other gal. She could hurt a man’s eyes when the Sun was out, which almost never happened, seeing that the human fucks had vaporized the atmosphere.

As they patrolled through the blizzard and down another alley hunting for King Mohammad, the brutal Islamic War Lord of Section 28-56, they stalled out. Adray hesitated, went to infra red eyeballs, scanned the smoke, fog, saw nothing and remained silent as she stared at her man.

Krull’s carbon sensors were blinking, time to slot a new oxygen power source plug in, gotta keep the oxygen rolling. Adray doesn’t worry about that stuff. She could inhale a whiff of pure cyanide, think it a lovely perfume.

Krull ejected the spent vacuum cylinder to the filth of the alley floor. She smiled. She waits and watches as he reloads his breather. Looking through his goggles, he winks at her, gets a wink back. They begin to move and begin to cruise.

Allowing her 357 magnum to dangle at arms length she is worried. Krull is exhausted, and her great heart breaks every moment from that fact.

Back to business as she was scanning, not only monitoring what she can see, but what she cannot see. Her genetically engineered brain, placed in a human, would over load, kill any human with in minutes.

It is a Receptor Vehicle and can decipher micro waves, gamma rays, infrared electronic wireless impressions, all connected to her super eyes. This means she sees it, meaning death, trouble and the bad guys before they actually appear. Her Sensory Optic characteristics monitor Krull’s ever failing health and that is killing her.

Ridnium of course made the BUBBLES possible.

They made her possible too. Almost unbreakable bones, body parts, those were exceptional. But it was the brain, her brain, Ridnium powered that was remarkable. After all that is what the wars were all about, Ridnium.

As Krull stares up, straight up, they get lucky for a full moon breaks through the crushing pollution, just for a wink. Its rare glow makes both of them feel human.

Time for a smoke.

Krull looks at her and smiles. She appears almost surreal translucent, as her silver reflector clothes layered along her body glint the Ozone back to space. She needed her Skins for even bots get fucked up from the gamma rays and the lingering radiation left over from the Islamic Wars.

“Sector 34-6. What do you think Silver Girl?”

Adray turns, smiles, loves when her man calls her Silver Girl.

“Perhaps Major. Let me recon. Be right back. Love you.”

Krull chuckles and nods that he loves her. He watches her as she, like some kind of exotic Praying Mantis moves into the fog and falling snow of the alley.

It’s time for a smoke and why the hell not? Krull takes a pack, stripes a smoke to flames, lowers his face plate, inhales and exhales. The last thing on his mind is lung cancer. Hell, half of the populations, one way or the other already has some version of that.

Tobacco being one of the coins of the realm, grown in green houses in the BUBBLES and contraband ZONE warehouses, including his ware house is a perk, part of his pay. It’s a small pleasure, so few of those, so he does.

As he smokes, Adray half way down the alley turns and looks at him. He seems OK.

She signs knowing that no human is OK in a cesspool called Planet Earth.

She watches him a moment longer and, then peek’s her eyes at the end of the alley where she sees off on the horizon the great MIAMI BUBBLE glowing blue. It has an artificial atmosphere, the sky a teal color and how it once looked before it turned burnt orange and died.

Like Paris, Rome, Manhattan, LA, London every major city capitol had one. That is if you paid the Americans VIG, a super power which pretty much ran the whole show.

Most of The British Isles were gone, France, majority of Europe, Holland followed, but they had had time to get the fifty meter dykes done, like New York, Seattle, London and LA, etc. That’s what saved major cities in the end, the dykes.

As usual, off of THE BUBBLES right off the mono-rail tracks that entered the guarded posts, called THE SHOOTS there were the slums. These were the danger zone teeming with vomit garbage survivors, living terrorist lives and only one set of warriors keep them out of THE BUBBLES, Ozone Cops.

They we’re, the last defense.

THE BUBBLE DOMES were beamed down from British satellites and were unique. A great ship orbited almost a thousand kilometers above British Moon. The CCSBM (CENTRAL COMMAND SATTELITE BUBBLE MONITORING) center was where the British monitored the five hundred bubbles that were being beamed down to Earth.

They created atmospheres that allowed purified air, vegetables, fruits, beef, real beef, hot houses, green houses, farms, water, real water within these elite societies.

Monorail cars in. Monorail cars out.

That was the only way into the Bubbles from “THE ZONE.”

Less than one percent of the world lived in them. Mostly thieves like Senators, Lords, Congressmen and the others sluts like corporate giants, pukes that caused all the bad shit to being with from their odious greed. Of course there were the filthy rich, ex Wall Street types, beautiful women, always needed those, no big surprise about that. Fuck, the rich always got the idiot models. Everyone knew that.

THE BUBBLES were massive, sometimes fifty kilometer by fifty kilometer wide, some times larger and were ten kilometers high. They held pure air, water, estates, grocery stores, fish farms, purified air, kids, no skin diseases, tumors, leukemia, polio, diphtheria, leprosy, etc that had rampaged in THE ZONES.

Hell, the teeners even had pets.

They ate them in THE ZONE when they could find them.

There were Electric cars, bicycles, no gas cars in THE ZONES and no oil except in the domed oil and shale fields left intact in inland Texas, The Dakotas, and parts of Canada. That was the reality of a new world. Oil was needed, but only at ten percent of the good old days.

Once again the religious zealots of the USA controlled the planet, just as they had always WANTED to do.

Ridnium clear domes looked like glass and were indestructible. They were built fortified for the power core people after the environment evaporated which was the final spike in the coffin for planet earth after the nuclear wars.

Iran took out the Saudis after their Peace Accord with the Israelis. No more black oil for a thousand years and. Then, the Jews cremated Iran after their radars picked up a missile tracking.

Too late, for a single-plutonium tipped missile out of Tehran had hit Tel-Aviv. Bye, bye Israel.

For good measure, The Indians took out Pakistan and Iraq, just because they could. Better to be safe than sorry, thus creating a thousand year radiation tomb throughout the Middle East.

It was just as that spooky book the Bible had prophesized.

Then, finally some luck, that is if your were a Manifest Destiny thinking steam roller of a Super Power that would think it nothing to rock’n’roll across a continent, killing everything that existed to get what it needed. And, that is exactly what the USA had done.

For quite by accident the Bolivian Ridnium deposits had been found at the bottom of a tin deposit shit hole gouged out of the face of the earth. It had been there since time began, and no one had ever known it.

Ridnium was found, three times more powerful than Uranium, Plutonium.

Of course The USA, the last Super Power had to have it.

They trumped up a loco story, just like the Iraq and Vietnam and the Pakistan wars. You know, like weapons of mass destruction bullshit. They had marshaled up the ground troops, the jets, ships, predator-drones and, then ass reamed most of Mexico, Central America and South America on their Manifest Destiny rumble into Bolivia.

The brutal wars lasted three years. The Americans won, duh, for they had always been Mein Furher great at genocide, whole sale homicide. No eye blinks as they mass murdered everything they saw and stripped mined the joint.

They imprisoned millions of peons and turned the indigent people into slaves, shipped the slag back. They allowed the British to slam satellites into low Earth Orbit. They beamed down the domes from a massive British Transport CCSBM ship orbiting British Moon and sodomized and black mailed the rest of the world.

“You want clean air?” FUCK YOU, PAY ME.

“You want you’re elite wife and kids to be fuckcicles for a bunch of deranged homicidal murders?” FUCK YOU, PAY ME.

“You want to eat something besides cock roaches and rats?” FUCK YOU, PAY ME.

No brainer, countries coughed up the chips, quick like.

The Americans, never missing a beat, partied hard, and that was that. They got what they always had wanted and that was to imprison the rest of the world in a gulag of their religious and zaf tag political and religious pagan zealotry.

“Krull.” Venus whispered.

Night dreaming, smoking, Krull blinked, blinked again under his infrared goggles. He looked at his partner, lover, his everything and nodded.

Scanning down the alley, digitals seeing something others missed, she tilted her head staring into the smoke and haze.

“Yeah, Venus.”

“Master Assad, I will see. Be right back.”

Krull quarter smiled, looked at the tip of his smoke, looked back at her and nodded again.

“Do your thing doll.”

Venus smiled and with her 357 magnum un-slung from her holster along her side, she began to stroll until she vanished several yards down the alley into the pollution.

Krull was spent, exhausted, he wanted out, bad and as most humans left on the planet, he could not help but dream; dream about British Moon.

Four decades earlier, powered by the new fuel source, Ridnium, a Deep Space British Sniffer Probe almost four years out had found a planet. It was a planet like only one other. It was, similar and like Earth.

What the probe has found had stunned the Americans and the British. They had fucked up paradise like Joni Mitchell had said, and the info the Sniffer Probe had sent back gave them new hope that they could sodomize another virgin again.

British Moon they had named it that, was twice the size of the original. Filled with Oxygen from great oceans of green algae, the place was a naked, virgin, and just ripe for rape.

The pics and the data that returned had shown a naked planet, no forests, jungles, no life, insects, animals, fish or birds. But, it did have fresh water rivers, oceans and lakes, oxygen, real dirt, that’s what the data had said.

One problema, it was hot, really Gobi Desert hot. It was well over one-hundred and sixty-five-degrees Fahrenheit in the shade, which it did not have. It was zero degrees at night, which lasted three lunar nights and moons, the bitch, had three of them.

The data showed clearly it was Earth like, maybe a few billion years ago, green house effect run amok, but cooling, like Earth had. No problema, the globe was habitable, livable, clean air, water, so they rumbled out there. Hell, that’s why air conditioners were invented to begin with.

Since the Brits had discovered it, they had been put in charge by The Yanks of Central Control and the massive prison there. Also, under British control was the CCSBM control ship running the satellites beaming operations.

The shuttles began, colonists, engineers, pioneers, whores, scientists, earth graders, gardeners, farmers, solar guys, cops, lots of cops, yet there was a problem. How do you get people to do the vicious, bone searing grunt work, trick the place out? With the atmosphere so boiling, conditions so grueling they had figured out why not send the desperate there.

Make them a deal, so they had.

British Moon also solved another problem. The prisons in the world were gutted, filled with the desperate, rapists, killers and maniacs. There was no room left and cannibalism was running amok, so why not let the prisoners make the place pretty.

First thing went up, were the new prisons. Ship the garbage up there, flush the toilet, scrub Earth of the vermin and kill two birds with one bullet. The after birth, well, deal with that later.

Centuries earlier, the Brits had done it with Australia. Most of those folks died in the NEW floods. But, it was a good game plan. So they cut a deal, not only with the convicts, but with other desperate folks and droids and it went like this.

Work four years, running the graders, lifters, diggers, trucks in an almost impossible atmosphere, and if you lived, gutted it out, you got your ticket punched, BUBBLE life back at Earth.

There were no BUBBLES on British Moon yet, for their infrastructure were a massive ordeal of construction. They were a year away, and three were planned for the first construction sites.

Of course the military had a brutal and odious secret that perhaps one day would be exposed.

Sometimes secrets are best kept to one’s self.

Of course they needed a military presence and cops, Ozone Cops preferably. Humans were capable of anything, wholesale homicide being at the top of that list. So the cops were sent up there. They had cut the same deal for ex soldiers, police, mostly cops and ex GI’s that had been fucked up in the wars.

Lots of half human men and women, Androids, Cyborg Girls, severed limbs, hands, legs, arms, all replaced by robotics and bionics were sent. Those folks would do anything to survive.

They had put their palm prints on the Digital-Scanner contracts and were sent out there.

THE BUBBLES still needed cops to protect them, so some elite Ozone Cops remained on Earth, like Krull.

The new slaves had signed on the dotted line, in droves, and more than three and a half years was a long gig in deep space to get there. So they had Deep Sleeped them in Cryogenic Sleep Chambers using Cryonic Stasis, shutting them down for the trip.

They still hadn’t figured out how to bring Steve Jobs or Ted Williams back, but they were close.

That’s what saved The Cyborg Girls from the crushers, again. So they had reprogrammed the dolls into something useful.

Almost four years in nothing, the void, utter darkness, counting stars, your toes, alone, isolated, could mess up a human being, but they figured not a BOT. So again they reengineered the angels as deep space shuttle pilots.

Hell, it had cost a boat load of dough to make them, why not use them and they had.

No one had ever asked the girls what it was like during those isolated years.

Cold, no connection, no touch, no voices, nothing as they had monitored the sleep chambers while they simply sat alone, watching a blackness through the port holes only matching the darkness of their beautiful hearts.

“Krull.”

Krull blinked, then blinked again, opened his eyes, came back to the moment. He looked at Venus, he liked that, he loved her smile. For a heartbeat he felt human just looking at the way she was staring at him. He nodded for her to continue.

Venus stared at him, such pain and worry in her mind and heart. He was human, so fallible, not like her, and she knew he would die, sooner than later. It was, unlike her his destiny and when the only man on the planet capable of loving her would die, she would die along with him.

She aged less than one year for every Human. It was just how the dice rolled.

Knowing that he needed tender loving care, and they could scrub The Zone forever and never really make a difference, she wanted him home, safe, secure and loved. They could always continue the search for The King later.

So, why not now nudged her into making one more bad decision in a long line of them.

It was what she needed, she was not selfish, but she needed to please him, as she needed his burnt hands on her own body, inside and out.

“Krull, Darling.”

Krull’s red veined blue eyes blinked and then blinked again.

For a few moments he continued to dream and, then heard her voice. He blinked again and turned his gaze to his smiling beauty. Internally he gasped. He was always stunned by her exotic sexuality and could feel his breathing increasing.

“Krull. Let’s go home. I need you tonight. We hunt for The King tomorrow. Virtual this night, yes my man?”

Stepping to Krull, who had his air breather hanging around his neck, she touched his face. She lifted her arm and graced his burnt lips with her aquiline fingers. Pinching his cheeks sweetly, she smiled and whispered.

“Come darling, lets us go home, it is time now.”

Krull blinked, came back, blinked again, and focused his eyes on her smashing smile, her eyes that were softer now. He smiled, nodded, touched her face and nodded again. He re-slotted his air breather and allowed his woman to escort him away.

There were no octane cars in THE ZONE for there was no gas to run them; unless you were in a BUBBLE where they had ELECTRO for that stuff. Most of the transportation of anything was man or woman labor, many Chinese coolies pulling Rickshaw small trucks. It was what it was, and human labor mostly was the only game in town.

Curfew, 2 AM, had to have one, just to keep the nightly carnage at a controllable level. If a droid or a human or what ever you we’re got caught out, well the Sweepers came. That usually met ya got a one way ticket to the Crushers. Or, a one way all expense paid vacay to British Moon, where seldom did anyone ever see the gimps again.

Of course just enough of the indentured servants had returned to Earth keep the myth alive.

You know, just to keep the body count moving out there. Central of course had a secret, but it would be a long time before that was exposed, thus changing the homicidal secrets of British Moon forever.

When the secret would finally be exposed, it would be a game changer.

Just for show some of the slave labor pukes had survived the four year gig on British Moon, thus returning on the transports to their new BUBBLE lives. They were known as the Ten per Centers the lucky ones. In actuality they were the 1% sent back to Earth.

Gosh, the Americans and Brits were a swell people.

But now, as the fog, smoke, pollution, all of it, especially the bitter cold swept against Krull’s goggled face he didn’t know that secret. It would be one day a secret he would learn in deep space and with in that moment of death and life he perhaps might die from finally knowing that truth.

DRIVING his 959, LNG (Liquid Natural Gas) hyper power packed motor cycle through the vacant streets just outside of THE ZONE they roared towards THE MIAMI DOME.

Venus was stitched to his back. Her hands were wrapped around his waist and neither felt cold nor the pollution, though she did wear goggles. She had to protect those oval giant eyes. They we’re, her Achilles Heel.

Gassing the bike, Krull accelerated, hit fourth, and at 120 KPH whipped along a straight away, right near the putrid river that edged along for miles along the blue MIAMI BUBBLE. No one drank from the river or swam it. It was, hard to dodge around all the corpses free diving in it.

After five klicks he slowed down, shifted three times, slowed more and cruised up to what looked like a two story fortress. It was made of red brick and, had carbon iron bars on elevated windows and carbon doors. It was all the stuff two love birds needed to keep the vermin out, human or other wise.

Thirty feet from the double, eight foot high doors and at about twenty KPR, Venus lifted a small laser remote. She pressed the button, pressed in closer to her man. Hydraulically the double doors opened and with out hesitation Krull drove right through them into the ware house, doors grinding closed behind them.

Once inside, he braked, skid the rubber, tilted the bike and slotted the front wheel into the floor carriage. He killed the engine right in front of the twelve foot high walled, sealed Plexiglas Powder Showers that were always their the first stop. They used them to disinfect before they entered the rest of the massive, towering 3000 sq. ft. warehouse/loft with a dozen sky lights welded into its domed roof.

Venus, like the elegant-babe that she was, sidled off the bike and stood staring at her man.

She lowered her goggles, stood and watched concerned as a wasted Krull wearily stood, flipped off his goggles, took his air purifier from his blistered lips. After, he took his silver reflector gloves off, threw them in a Disinfect Bin. He pressed his agitated eyes with his finger tips, sighed and stared at Venus.

She smiled, was worried, so worried, yet showed none of it as Krull moved to her. With his usual intensity of love he stared at her eyes, her green pupils that seemed to be glowing from their own power source, which they were.

He leaned in, kissed her gently, got a smashing kiss in return. Venus’s toes curling in her boots felt her heart pounding in her heart. After, he sighed, stepped back, whispered.

“Come on doll, I need you tonight.”

She smiled, felt her heart beat increasing, her body beginning to arouse as her skin began to glow, just a little. She extended a lithe arm, took his hand within her own and, then led him to a twelve foot Plexiglas, hermetically sealed door.

Pressing the wall button, the glass like door rose into the ceiling, slotted, exposing an area where the Powder Showers were set into the walls. Three stainless spigots, high on the wall arched out over the wooden benches that she and Krull had scavenged and remade into comfortable sitting benches.

Off to the side was a floor hatch that led to a machine that would clean, wash and disinfect their reflector clothes. Since Diphtheria, Dengue Fever, Dysentery, Hepatitis, Malaria, etc, as well as multiple parasites, Amoebas and of course the hybrid mosquitoes were rampant in THE ZONE cleanliness was next to godliness. Except there wasn’t a sign of God any longer not that there ever was one to begin with.

It was warm in the warehouse and it took them just a minute to strip off their clothes, deposit them into the machine. Again, Krull seemed to fall into a daze for a moment as his eyes opened and closed and Venus gasped as she always did seeing her man naked.

Venus internally fought her emotions, for Krull’s chest, arms, shoulders and legs were covered with scars and ex Slake, sword and spear wounds. They were his battle scars, all gotten within the wars when he and she were combat troops.

She fought a tear and, then she naked, stood before him as his eyes opened and he stared at her. Her gills expanding, her tummy as well and, simply said she was a Platinum filament of such exotic beauty that it never failed to stun Krull . Whenever he saw her in her true state of being, he always felt his heart miss a beat.

She of course saw the passion in his eyes and that allowed her to feel so feminine. It was a state of being that few Cyborg Girls ever felt. They had been created for violence, pure violence and, then sex. Only with Krull had one gal ever been allowed to become what they truly were meant to be, a pure female.

Already partially erect, Venus looked down at his penis, smiled as she tilted her head playfully at him. She smiled a little more and wagged her finger at him.

“You just behave yourself Major, we clean first, and then we play.”

Krull giggled, could not help himself, leaned in and pressed his body against her skin. He hesitated just there, his hands layered on her tiny butt as she groaned. He could feel her blue artificial blood pumping hard through her body as she leaned in and gave him a blue kiss.

That was a good thing as Krull’s penis began to fill with blood, which was of course another good thing. Venus felt it pressing against her blue vagina. Totally aroused and because she might not be able to control herself, she broke away and set him on a bench.

She withdrew a face oxygen plate mask, applied it to Krull’s face, hit the valve, watched as oxygen filled her mans mask. She of course did not need one of those, yet her eyes could be sensitive to the powders. She took both hands, laid them on the handles of the spigots, closed her eyes and turned on the Powder Showers. She sat, nestled in next to her man and laid her dome on his shoulder.

Instantly, from spots in the ceiling a fine green mist filtered down and in moments it covered their entire bodies. It was an aluminum, anti virus, antibiotic based cleansing agent, few had, or any for that matter. Venus, a chemistry savant when allowed to be and knowing how vulnerable her man was to illness had mixed up the stuff for the obvious reasons. If Krull died of course she would have no reason to exist either.

With her domed head resting on his shoulder, they sat there for a few minutes. Completely dressed in The Green and after a few minutes Venus shut it all down. She hit a switch and sat silent as a vacuum in the ceiling sucked out the remaining powder.

As if handling something precious, which Krull was, she pulled his mask off, got a smile in return. She fought giggling, for Krull was so green. She stood and moved to a floor to wall sealed door. Slapping a button she watched as the door slid up and into its lock carriage.

She and Krull entered the white tiled shower that was like a vortex for it was tunnel like as it soared thirty feet to a massive sky light. Everything was illuminated in a blue glow, picking up remnants of THE MIAMI BUBBLE just a few kilometers away.

Standing under two shower nozzles, she whacked the button, watched as the Powder Room door hermetically sealed into the lock mechanism. Facing Krull, she wanted to giggle again for she always got a kick seeing him so green. Since she had a marvelous wit, Krull knew exactly what she was thinking.

“What?” Krull asked through a rye smile.

“Oh nothing, it just you look like little green man you human always look for in space.” She had such a slight accent, but it was there.

She smiled as Krull bit his lip, scrunched his face, fighting laughing, playing along, he said.

“Is that right?’

Becoming a little girl was easy for her when she was with her lover. She coyly raised her eyes to him. She had no eyebrows which increased her elongated forehead as it wrinkled as she seductively pouted. Wetting her pigeon blue lips with her blue tongue and nodded her head that he was correct.

“Yeah, well you know, for some one who looks like a silver shoelace with blue lips, well, I’d be careful what I said.”

A play acting look of sadness came over her face as her lips went to an O and she pouted, just a little, It was, one of her favorite feminine things. Krull completely freaked out about how much he adored her, and unable to control his self reached forward and wrapped his muscled arms around her waist. He roughly pulled her body to his own and felt her body vibrate from their skins pressed together.

She yipped, wrapped her fingers around the back of his head, felt his skin against her skin and poured her lips against his. While the smooches continued, she reached back, twisted the shower handle. Steaming water spewed out of the two nozzles. Adray, impatient to get out so they could get serious, playfully pushed him away.

“More kisses soon. We get you clean. Be a good human boy.”

Krull shook his head, laughed, looked at her body and the fire in her eyes and gulped. He allowed her to turn him so his palms were pressed against the white tiles, his feet in a broad stance pressed against the floors white tiles.

Watching the hot water splash the green from his body, she was distracted. She was a hyper sexual creature. Blinking herself back to the moment, she grabbed an amber bar of anti-bacterial soap. She began to wash his entire body.

Krull moaned as she washed him from head to heel. She flipped him around, roughly pressed his back against the tiles, smiled and got a smile in return. Staring at his shaved dome, she washed his face, ears, and chest. Scrunching her face, her soapy hand fell to his penis which was engorged, but not fully erect; just yet that is.

Krull’s penis was rather large for a human man. Glancing at it and trying to keep it together she spent perhaps more time than necessary going up, down, up and down on it. Inwardly, she was totally crazed within what she was doing.

“Blink, blink, blink her eyes went as she tilted her head, locked her eyes on it. Blink, blink, blink as Krull’s words brought her back from her madness.

“You just about done down there, are you?”

A little embarrassed, she wrinkled her forehead and came back from her sex thoughts. She looked at him queerly. She giggled, gave him a stern look and pushed him down onto the slat bench, said.

“Why I bother? Human so much trouble. Now shush, me do feet, then you wash Venus.”

He saluted her, grinned and got a giggle in return. He watched as she bent to her knees and washed in progression both legs and, then his feet. As she washed him, his eyes locked on the veins pushing her blood through her oval head. He well knew that was the preamble to her absolute savage sexual needs.

After she stood, she scrutinized him as the steaming water bounced off of her water proof skin. Krull never taking his eyes off of her body could hardly wait.

“There, you like new. Take soap, clean Venus now.”

He swallowed laughing, took the soap, stood, turned her and pressed her long fingers to the white tiles. Her back arched, as she tilted her tiny butt out to him

He soaped up and began to wash her naked dome and, then her extraordinarily long neck. Finishing, he moved to her back as her back arched and he heard her deep growl of pleasure. As his eyes watched the soap bubbles fall down her spine, which in a narrow groove was encased in muscle, he felt the blood raging through his penis.

No fool, he quickly washed her back. He then got to the serious stuff that being her butt that was pushed out as her skin began to glow a violet color from her arousal. He was hyper mesmerized with that small miracle piece of bio engineering. As she had done with his penis, he took more than enough time washing her behind as her groans increased as well as her breathing through her gill plates.

A little bit manic, Krull pushed his hand between her legs. He heard her moan, accompanied by primal growls and her hyperventilating which excited him further. Feeling her blue anus, he washed it, was a bit selfish, lingered there a while. He knew for his Cyborg Girl that was her magic button place for orgasm. Later he thought as he moved his fingers to her blue vagina.

Her body jerked as he cleaned her and pushed his fingers into her. He stalled there as he went in, out, in, out and all around as he stimulated her for minutes.

Each thrust he went deeper and deeper still as her skin began to glow almost translucent and her pupils and iris’s grew twice their size.

Having all of the normal female parts, that was a good thing. But it was her mind that brought her orgasms growing as she felt them ripping, rumbling in every cell and organ of her body.

Almost clawing the tiles off the wall, Krull noticed as her breathing grew wild. As he saw her gill plates expand to allow as much oxygen in as possible, meaning she was going to climax, he placed his lips to her cheek and whispered.

“There, there, I’m sorry, what were you saying about behaving yourself?”

“Ugg...aaaah. Hum...human sooo bad...Ve...Venus loooove Kruuuul...aahh.”

She growled and groaned something in some obscure language. Krull took a fold of her neck skin between his teeth, got a moan, soaped his fist and smiled as it disappeared inside of her up to his wrist.

Her body jerked, spasmed as she moaned and a primal groan blew out of her lungs. She banged her fists against the white tiles, as well as stomping one foot against the floor tiles almost cracking them.

It took little to get her sexed up, get her fire scorching, for she could be insatiable and Krull knew all of the buttons to push to get her there.

Delaying sex, until later was the plan, so he pulled his fist out of her. Her face bowed to her chest as he pressed his body to hers. He unhinged his teeth from her skin, pressed his face against her face and whispered to her.

“What was that you we’re saying about the little green men?”

A...Ah...ugh...Kru...Krull...Venus...so...sorry...Hurry no...now Krull...Pleeeease.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Stepping away from her and watching the water splash down her silver body, he soaped up, and started again while he watched her skin color lose its glow, just a little. When she was aroused, it always glowed, as well as her eyes as well as skin heating up.

Fuck he was a blessed man, and he knew it.

He finished washing her legs and sat her down on the pine slats. Kneeling before his tummy swelling goddess, he washed her small feet. Sitting back on his haunches he giggled as he watched her purple irises grow double in size.

“There, done, brand new just like the day you were made.”

Instantly, he knew he had gone too far.

Her lips began to quiver and her face went from passion to acute pain as her pupils grew cold, smaller as she stared at him. With her eyes loosing illumination, aqua tears spilling down her cheek bones he watched as they dissolved into the hot water washing down her tiny breasts.

Krull instantly turned off the water, faced her. He had hurt her, and was careless with something that was so fragile.

His heart broke as he extended his hand, lifted her chin level with his face. Touching her tears, he leaned in further and whispered to her; it was all he could do.

“I’ve hurt you. I’m sorry, I was stupid. I am a human after all. You are the most special and remarkable female this sick world has ever seen.”

She sniffled, swallowed, sniffled again, opened her eyes and looked at him as he continued.

“I love you, but it’s more than that, I respect you Adray. I admire every courageous bone in your being. With out you, your love, your friendship, I’m just an ex idiot Jarhead. I am a man with nothing. It’s me that is the lucky one.”

“Sniffle, sniffle, sniffle, gulp, she swallowed once again.

Her eyes grew brighter and she smiled, just a little as she extended her hand. She touched his face and whispered.

“Me Krull? You love Adray?”

Krull, fighting his own tears, shook his head back and forth. He leaned in and kissed her, drew back from her, nodded and said.

“Hey, you’re the doll. Only you.”

She felt her power return, grinned as her irises blew wide open. She dove into his arms, threw him back on the tiles and laid on top of him, peppering his face with kisses as she giggled out each word.

“I.” Kiss.

“Love.” Kiss.

“You.” Kiss.

“Forever.” Kiss...Kiss...Kiss.

Lots of kisses, lots of giggles, more giggles as finally Krull calmed her, sat her up, stood and pulled her up. Wanting one thing only, he kissed her one last time. He gave her a stern look, and he could see by the size of her oval pupils that she was all sexed up.

She placed her aquiline fingers against his scarred chest, and with her gills expanding, and her breathing intensifying, she gave him that look.

It was a look that he knew well.

It was like a laser and, then being the savage that she was when amped up, her eyes lowered as she stared at his fully engorged penis. Her eyes lifted, and she coyly smiled at Krull. He gulped as she smiled, her blue tongue tracing along her full lips.

“Oh, Oh. Are you sure? Now...Ahhhh...Here?” Krull stuttered.

With her extraordinary long and thin fingers she wrapped them around his penis. Krull groaned and she placed her lips to his ear and hissed.

“Yes, now Earth man.”

Krull giggled as he watched her lower her lips to his penis and in one velvet glide pushed him into her mouth and without hesitating slid his ten inches down her silicone throat.

“Ooohh fuck.” Krull groaned.

His head slammed back against the tiles. His hands wrapped around her domed head as she then simply remained immobile, her throat muscles massaging his penis for some time like no Earth Girl ever dreamed they could.

“Fuck, you...you are so bad.” Krull murmured.

Sliding his penis out of her throat and mouth, she pouted like the little girl that she never was. Staring at Krull, she tilted her head.

It was her asking him if he wanted to cum.

Riveted by her face, lips, and exotic eyes, he felt more love for her than he thought imaginable.

“God, I love you.”

Pointing her finger at herself, she smiled as a blue tear fell down her face and she whispered.

“Me, you love silver me?”

“Yes...Now enough...We have all night...Come, let’s go Virtual. Come beauty, I have plans for you. ” He said, as he slammed his palm against a red wall button.

The door to the warehouse entrance slid into the wall. Krull reached back, took her hand and with her giggling, they, both like kids skipped from the shower into Krull’s massive loft/warehouse the hydraulic door sealing shut behind them.

Once into the darkened room, Krull hit a master button on a wall, which instantly turned on an array of low watt, mismatched lights spread everywhere around the vast warehouse.

It was a barbarous world outside of THE BUBBLES but Krull and Venus had it better than most.

With their cop pay of American Script as well as their ability to move freely in the black markets of THE ZONE as well as THE BUBBLES they had the basics. Sugar, coffee, salt, Cayenne, black pepper, green teas and other condiments that made a sub human life a little sweet.

So close to THE BUBBLE and THE SHOOTS that led in and out of THE BUBBLE, they had electricity, of course fed by Ridnium.

As Krull stalled out putting on a pair of white cotton pajama bottoms, he remained bare foot and shirtless. Venus slipped on a black sarong which fell down to her hips. She so loved it. She was after all a diva and remained bare breasted as well as barefoot.

They were warm, for from ducts that they had built together a steady stream of thermal air fed the ware house. As Krull stalled out and seemingly in a trance and as Venus moved into their kitchen, which was a large affair, she fired up two burners on a black iron stove.

Being a genius of un-fathomable intelligence, her priority, every second of her life, was of course Krull. With her chemistry knowledge, she had concocted a formula based of black tea, spiced with ginger, cinnamon, garlic, ginseng and other spices they grew in their great Greenhouse.

The rambling greenhouses were staked against the far wall, just under a window exposing the MIAMI BUBBLE.

The sealed green houses were one hundred meters long, fifty meters wide, and fifty meters tall, and were a tri tiered affair. They were where the two of them got the majority of their food.

Of course all of it had been created from the miracle of a girl in love’s brain.

One Spec. 24-3, Adray Venus.

While the Betty Crocker of the Cyborg world was doodling away within her domestic goddess side, Krull scrutinized what his woman and he had scrounged from their underworld and had built together.

There were some mismatched old, over stuffed couches, loungers in a U and set around a flat, real glass coffee table centered in the middle of the space. There were a few arm chairs, comfy stuff, here and there, as well as some tables, dressers and other things they had found while on a bust, in THE ZONE.

Multiple lights were every where, low wattage lights all throwing a golden glow along the entire length of their eclectic home.

Of course all the towering windows held impenetrable Carbon-Steel bars. Because their home held the Ozone Cop Seal on its door, not many would ever risk trying to steal from them. There was of course another reason, and that was their Street Creds.

Most of the maniacs in THE ZONES were drug induced insane. But, they were street wise enough to know that a Cyborg Girl was in there. That was, pretty much all they needed to know. Mostly so they could continue eating there Magic Meats, sans through a straw.

In one section, near the towering green houses where they grew fresh vegetables, tomatoes, onions, broccoli, kale, garlic, carrots, ginseng and various fruits as well as basil, oregano and other rare delicacies was a sitting area.

With the blue MIAMI BUBBLE illuminating the area, there was a bed like couch under the bay window. It was covered with down, white comforters, pillows, and sitting in front of it, a real rarity, was a large, paper thin, flat screened TV.

Somewhere, somehow, they had finagled it, as well as hundreds of DVD’s, VCR’s, and a Holograph Tube and VR Receptor.

One of their fav things was to cuddle late at night, munch on popcorn (They grew corn in their Greenhouse) and watch ancient movie remnants of a past that no longer existed.

Adray was a weeper; loved Breakfast at Tiffany’s and of course had memorized all of Holly’s dialogue as well as her moves for the obvious of reasons.

Adjacent to the video room was a small desk, a computer glowing green on it. It was the only conduit to Central Command, and it was a rare perk to have it, though some of the cops did. Had to have someway to communicate with CENTRAL COMMAND and outside of THE BUBBLE there were no longer phones, so wireless had been the way to go.

Upstairs was their bedroom, same deal, low to the floor, comfy and a huge bed built low to the floor. There was a small TV, a bathroom, all connected to the bottom floor by an iron, green spiral staircase that he and his gal Heliarc welder bud had cut, welded and then had constructed.

Krull had never forgotten watching Adray in her welding helmet connecting the iron bars from the torches fire.

It had been simply said, precious.

Though Venus had no need for sleep, it simply was how she had been made, Krull did. She had taught herself to dose, almost, and of course another of her fav things was to sleep with her man, palm on his chest.

While he slept, she would use her scanning powers, always monitoring things. Things like pulse, heartbeat, oxygen levels, hemoglobin irregularities’, Bio and especially cellular abnormalities, all of it, every blood drop of it.

It is a hard thing when a female knows that she will die internally and spiritually many times over before the only man that had ever loved her will. Yet Venus, so courageous, was stoic to say the least about it. It simply was; what it was.

Krull was human, his death inevitable, so be it.

But his death, not for her, not now, not then, not ever for there was another way and it had never been done before.

It would be, if the end came, her last resort to save him.

Krull seemed in a haze as he leered at THE BUBBLE through his bay windows. Perhaps he was fantasying about living within it and now carrying two mugs of her special brew and a small plate of Papaya and Orange slices, Krull felt her before he saw her.

If anything she was cat like. Her foot prints almost never held an audible beat to them. Krull turned, smiled as he watched her in her low slug sarong approach him.

Once along side of him she smiled and handed him his black tea brew. She took his hand, and began to lead him to their Video area and the bed awaiting them there, she whispered.

“Drink, come, shall we go Virtual tonight darling?”

Sipping at his tea and allowing her to lead him across the loft, he said.

“Yes, someplace warm, please.”

Peeking over her shoulder, she smiled, winked mischievously at him as she said.

“Of course darling, I know just the place. First, you eat and, then we shall Wander.”

Once near the low bed, Venus placed her two trays on a low end table. Taking Krull’s mug she gently laid him on the white down comforters. Almost as a mother might a precious child, she stared at Krull’s bare chest, the scars and the wounds and sighed. Keeping her angst and worry to herself she smiled to herself, her eyes growing translucent.

Though she did enjoy food, it was more a part of her human contract with her man dining with him. Her food needs were at about a quarter of a human’s level.

Sitting on the side of the bed and taking the plate of fruit, she made sure that Krull was comfy resting against the pillows.

She, then over the next few minutes fed him his nourishing Papaya and Orange slices, wiping the juice from his unshaven, blistered face and lips as she did.

Making sure that he had drank every ounce of her vitamin enriched brew, she leaned down, kissed him sweetly, got a smile back.

God, he was so handsome racked in her mind and it made her artificial heart thunder.

Tweaking his nose with her thumb and forefinger, he chuckled. Leaning in, she layered her aquiline fingers around his shaved dome. She kissed him with her lips. He reciprocated as he felt his penis growing just being anywhere near-her.

Sensing it expanding because of the blood flow, she allowed her hand to fall below the sheet and, then wrap around it.

Krull mesmerized by her groaned, as she released it, smiled coyly at him. She stood, looked down at him. Wickedly, she shook her forefinger back and forth at him.

“Behave yourself, or I shall not suck your man cock later.”

Krull threw his head back and forth and laughed. Venus gave him a pretend stern look, smiled and walked to a small box of a black enamel coated machine set on a carbon fiber table.

From its guts it had several conduit tube and wires with what looked like a pair of silver, flat head phones sticking out of the small gold terminals on top of it.

She could access the VR machine as well as the Hologram machineswith her AI (Artificial Intelligence) capabilities. But, when with Krull she never did.

There were enough differences between them already, so in her mind why add more.

Pretending to dose, Krull’s exhausted eyes never left her Platinum clad body. In his mind there was nothing left on Earth that could compare to its sexuality and beauty.

He loved to secretly watch her within everything she did.

Power, grace, sweet, hard, two times Einstein’s intelligence, at least and she was that, geek comical as he often watched her brain grinding around the simplest things. Things human took for granted, like why must the human race wholesale butcher everything in nature that ever made Earth beautiful?

At other times there was no geek, but this unbelievable tall and angular Emerald eyed platinum skinned sex goddess who could be insatiable in every nuance of her being.

As he stared at her through eye slits, Adray weighed in her other hand a small remote and hitting a small blue button, green lights kicked to life as The Virtual Reality machine glowed to life.

Outside of THE BUBBLE they were severely illegal, a death activation edict, no questions asked.

They had copped it one late night on a bust from a Russian gangster that ran an illegal Pink Panic Club.

Deep in the sewers flourished a complete sub culture of after curfew sex/drug/pain clubs and bars for the addicts.

Because the drug addicted Droids, Cyborg’s and humans needed an out let for their pain, sexual deviance and misery, O-Zone Cops mostly tolerated these insanely maniacal and dangerous sex and snuff clubs. That was of course before King Mohammad had introduced Pink Panic.

It had been a game changer.

With the flat diodes in her hand, Venus stalled for a moment watching Krull almost dose with his eyes closed.

She knew that sometime soon, most likely within a day, after they VR’d she and her cop man would be making a visit to such a club, one owned by King Mohammad.

Moving to him, she sat next to Krull, layered his shaved head with her fingers; placed the diode pads on to his temples. She made sure that they were secured and laid down next to him. She secured her own diodes to her temples, clutched Krull’s hand, looked at him, and whispered.

“Ready darling?”

Krull nodded that he was.

She gave him a peck on the cheek, squeezed his hand tighter and pressed the button.

BLINDING WHITE LIGHT for a moment and, then there was darkness and the color of BLUE.

THE GULLS, white as the beach sand were floating on the thermals, and as far as five killometers down the white sifted beach, they could be seen. They we’re soaring, squawking and diving into the turquoise colored salt water as they fed for their young.

Behind the beach was a great rain forest, festooned with thousands of palm trees, ancient Banyan trees, firs and conifers and they were the Stanton’s for the life that flourished within the jungles.

Monkeys, gibbons and a variety of lemurs, as well as macaws, toucans, curved beaks, and parrots, every color imaginable flew wildly through the tree limbs. Others birds were perched on limbs with their sharp claws. They were all of the denizens of a world that no longer existed and they sang, chirped and screamed as they lived their daily lives.

The sand appeared as if sifted sugar as Krull, naked, sitting on a low canvas beach chair, wearing sunglasses sat at the edge of the sea. The tepid ocean water was kissing his toes.

He was warm, finally and his skin held no signs of disease nor ravage from the wars and the effects of a once pristine earth turned into a sewage garbage dump.

His brown and unmarred skin almost glowed it was so sun tanned as the yellow Suns rays, unencumbered by the death of the atmospheres, yet to be the color of burnt Rubies touched his face and body.

As always with her, he felt her before he saw her. Dreaming perhaps, perhaps not, he turned his head down the beach.

Blink, blink and blink his eyes clicked as he then focused and what he saw stunned him.

There she was, strolling, bare feet leaving foot prints, barely, in the sand of the blue surf.

She was wearing a mid-night blue sarong slung low on her hips as well as a pair of her Holly Golightly starlet sunglasses. Streaming from her neck was a garland of sky blue colored flowers that fell along her tiny breasts. On her domed, naked head she wore a tiara of white flowers.

He felt mesmerized, perhaps even hypnotized for she held a natural sway to her hips as she walked. With each foot step her muscles rippled along her thighs and calves and in her hand was a bottle. It held a golden liquid within it.

As the naked sun glinted off of her Platinum skin, he blinked again, he had too. She then was there, towering over him, smiling as she went into a coolie crouch. She tilted the bottle to her blue, full lips and took a sip from it.

Lacing her fingers around the back of Krull’s head, she lowered her lips to his allowing the Tequila to drain into his mouth. Krull swallowed, groaned and in progression, though she seldom drank alcohol, they shared many gulps of one of the true great sex elixirs’ ever created by humans.

Setting the bottle in the sand, she kissed him, lips only. She stood and as he watched, she untied her sarong and allowed it to puddle to the sand.

With not a hair on her body, she appeared almost dolphin like to Krull.

His eyes were riveted to her flat and muscled tummy as it seemed to melt into her mound and then meld into her blue vagina.

“Fuck.” He groaned to himself as his eyes traveled down her thin and muscled killometers of legs, connected to her small-feet that were buried into the white sand.

He had to swallow deeply as she smiled staring at his ever growing penis. Blushing through his tan he saw her as she wagged her finger at him playfully, turned and strolled to the ocean’s edge.

With the tiniest of butts melding into her legs, Krull dizzily watched as her natural sway of hips accompanied her graceful and powerful stride towards the surf.

Krull giggled to himself watching her as he whispered. “Oh, this bitch is good.”

She of course knew exactly what she was doing and of course the effect she had on the only man on the planet worth getting the gift that she had learned that she was.

Standing ankle deep in the surf, she stretched her hands into the air, her back exposing her muscles. When done with that little tease, she twisted her head around. She lowered her sunglasses and pouted her lips at Krull in an O, swallowed, leaned down and cupped some sea water.

Krull swallowed.

Oh, the princess was good, really good and she knew it.

He smiled through his mind as his penis, on its own accord grew larger.

Arching her butt and back, she allowed the sea water to spill down both of them.

Gulp, gulp, gulp. That was what Krull was doing as he watched the water glint off of her skin.

Act one done.

She placed her shades on the beach and waded into the sea up to her waist. And, then as the pure athlete that she was, she and like a silver-sliver, she pierced the sea in a perfect dive.

Like that Dolphin that Krull was now certain that she was, she surfaced and with powerful strokes powered herself over a kilometer out to sea.

If she chose too, she could easily hold her breath for over ten minutes, at least and as she turned, and her pulse never even increasing, she swam slower, gracefully back towards Krull whose eyes had never left her.

Kneeling in the green water, she then, using everything a Cyborg Gal had cupped her hands with sea water, and allowed it to wash down her body.

After a few minutes of more seduction and teasing she stood slowly to her full height, allowing every drop of glistening sea water to fall down her entire body.

Stretching, just for effect, she began to stroll towards him, her huge Peridot eyes glowing from some internal force. Krull, being a man, had his eyes glued on every sway of her hips.

Oh yes he did.

Once standing before him, she stared down at his erection. She smiled shyly at him. She kneeled down in front of him and, then taking his penis in her fingers, she gently placed her blue lips around his knob.

“Fuuuck.” Krull moaned.

She then, as easy as could be, swallowed his entire cock down her silicone throat. Tightening the muscles in her throat she went up, down, up and down as she began masturbating the man she loved with her lips and throat.

Krull’s body tensed as he moaned. Throwing his head back and simply staring, he gazed at the yellow ball that another place, planet earth rarely saw any longer.

Not wanting him to cum, for so much fun was still promised later, she sluiced his cock out of her throat and passed her lips. She gripped it with one hand and she being a mistress of seduction, whispered.

“Please Krull. Are you going to fuck me? Don’t make me beg.”

And the Oscar goes too.

Krull didn’t know whether to weep or laugh as his face scrunched and he looked at her with caution as she pouted.

She revolved her tongue along her lips and swallowed as she released her grip on his penis.

Krull giggled knowing that his banshee bitch has seen far too many Hollywood B-movies and that was clear in Krull’s mind as he stood and assisted her to feet.

Without another word, he took her hand and leading now, he began to walk towards the jungle.

There, stitched into the sand edging the rain forest was a rain forest house. It was eclectic and gentle and constructed of blond bamboo poles and white slats of Ash. It had a thatched, palm lined palapa roof set in a Vee soaring some thirty feet high above it.

The house was dramatic, and there was color everywhere, vases, rugs, macramé streamers and all of the rooms were open to the sea. Flags, kites and banners of every hue imaginable were streaming in the wind.

Once up the pine stairs and across the slat deck, they entered the house. To there left was a modern kitchen, cobalt blue tiles everywhere, stainless fridge, stove, sinks pressed against walls.

Stocks of bananas, papayas, mangos hung from low beams on braided ropes. In sky blue, Jade green, Pomegranate red dishes and bowels there were apples, figs and other exotic fruits that had disappeared from a-once-bountiful world decades ago.

The ceiling, supported by blond bamboo poles soared into the sky, giving it a teepee look. Centered in the room was a massive four poster bed, again bamboo polls the main support for the posters. Draped on top of the support structure was a white, billowing cotton cloth canapé that the wind graced with her smile.

The bed was low to the earth, white cotton sheets, white down pillows and a blue down comforter laid upon it.

Behind the bed and off to the left was a bathroom, again blue tiles on the walls and floors, as well as lush blue towels hanging on bamboo racks. The entire structure, with three large windows was open to a living rain forest behind it.

Moving to the bed, Adray in full sexual mode now, laid Krull down upon the sheets. She stepped back and stared at his naked body, her eyes now riveted on his full erection. Her purple irises were now fully-dilated. They were sucking in what few human beings could ever see, let alone ever understand.

Krull’s body was tanned, there were no battle scars on it and his blue eyes, no longer exhausted, no longer exhibiting such pain, were a color they once were when he had been a boy.

Kneeling at the end of the bed as if she were in a state of adoration, arms and hands extended over Krull’s chest she bent at the waist. She lowered her hands onto his chest. Slowly, though she was manic, she drew her fingers down his chest, past his hip bones and grasped his penis within both sets of fingers.

Krull sighed deeply, did not move, as for some time she simply held him. One never knew what the thought process was for a Spec- 24-3 especially when so thoroughly aroused.

But, for Krull it was always different, every time with her.

She was a savage, no doubt about that. Few men ever got into a Cyborg Girls head. Not to mention their complicated sexual wiring, especially their need for physical pain, but Krull had.

Yet, she was a female of moods, deep moods, and light moods and because it was never about him, he mostly had always allowed her to do her thing. That was of course unless he needed something. Something to rewire the sickness of the world he had found himself within and only she could cure.

Slowly, she placed her blue lips on the knob of his penis, enveloped it and rolled her tongue around it. She pressed her mouth down deeper upon it. The opening of her silicone constructed throat for a moment pressed against it.

Krull’s body tensed. His muscles became striated as she went deeper, and deeper still, until she came to the opening of her throat. She opened it and pushed down and swallowed his penis to the hilt.

Krull groaned as his breathing began to intensify and his powerful fingers gripped the sheets. As she slid his penis in and out of her throat and as her breathing began to intensify her skin began to glow a translucent shade of violet. Her eyes turned bright green, purple pupils dilated too their maximum.

She could be frantic at times for her man. But, this was something different, as for some time she simply felt the super sensory optics of her brain become more aroused by the moment.

Allowing his penis to slip past her lips, she straightened, inhaled a massive breath of air through her gills. She swallowed deeply, locked eyes with a heavy breathing Krull. The way he looked at her made her feel vibrant, feminine, ultra sexual, almost insane as she smiled back at him. She got a smile in return.

She crawled onto his waist, her knees and the back of her feet pressed against the sheets. Extending her fingers, she placed both palms on his forehead, monitored him, perhaps even reading his mind for any changes in his physicality.

No one ever really did know if Spec-24’3’s could do that.

No one had ever asked except Krull.

Her reply had been through a mischievous smile. “There are some things better that you do not know my man.”

He had not pressed her on the matter further.

Seeing that his vital signs were normal, she leaned down, pressed her lips to his. She kissed him for some time. His hands layered along her butt. It was just about the most favorite thing in the whole wide fucked up world for her when touched by Krull, her cunt.

Straightening, she reached her hand back, tightened her fingers around his penis. She closed her eyes, opened them and through a play full-quarter smile and a pout she whispered.

“My, my, that is a large one.”

Through his tan lines on his cheeks Krull fought laughter as his hands raised and he laid his fingers on her breasts, blue nipple erect and he murmured.

“Yeah, and it’s going to get a lot bigger.”

She threw her head back and laughed. Getting it together, she lowered her eyes and seemed to smile through them.

Krull pinched her nipples, almost violently. She moaned and her back arched and of course that was also a part of her makeup, a liking of pain and her need for pain during the sexual experience.

Krull’s little touch of sadism made her entire body vibrate, shoots of pleasure undulating through it as Krull again pinched both nipples violently between his fingers and thumbs.

“Oooooh....Kruuuull....Oooooo....Yeeee.” She threw her head back and moaned.

Pain and pleasure were the same for her. Each we’re sensual and essential and at times Krull could be violent with her only because he loved her.

From the beginning, As Krull had learned about her sexual mechanics she had been shy, almost embarrassed about her needs.

Once trust, built through respect and love was constructed Krull learned that she needed pain at incredible levels, mixed with internal and external stimulation from Krulls hands and penis for her to climax. Within proper doses it meant she had felt; felt love and pleasure for the very first time.

Unable to control herself, she raised her hips and guiding him into her blue vagina, she violently plunged down, deep and, then deeper still.

Straddling him, her back arched, she threw her head back and released a low growl from her barred lips.

Krull winced, for her internal body temperature was twice of that of a human. He felt as if his cock had been encased in a fulcrum of heated honey.

Throwing her head back she hissed. It was the sound of a Cyborg Girl set within in full sex-sail and total lust.

Able to control her muscles in her vagina with her brain, she began to crush his cock as she drove it as deep as it could go. Within the very moment she was now no longer a half machine but an animal, a female creature that had been created for all the wrong reasons.

She now felt as if she were a woman.

With Krull’s hands welded to her waist, he matched each thrust of hers with one of his own.

With each thrust she began to grow and hiss and hyperventilate as her silver colored skin began to glow to deeper shades of violet edging to the color purple.

Even in such an agitated sexual state, she still was nowhere near her boundaries of her sex madness. That would come later, with the machines, with or without Krull.

As everything concerning the man that she loved, his well being and pleasure came first; though every moment of his touch was a pure moment of ecstasy for her.

She well knew as well as Krull for they had witnessed Cyborg Girls in Full Fury Lust at the underground sewer and sex clubs in The Zone, that a Cyborg Girl could kill a man, no matter how large and powerful they were. They were when in a moment of orgasmic fury, capable of losing it, to a fatal degree especially for any man or woman near them.

For that very reason and for the moment, because she was two times more powerful then Krull she still monitored her behavior. For, if she lost it, she could easily have crushed Krull’s skull or neck in a moment of Panic sex.

With the intro of the lethal drug Pink Panic, there had been rumors on the streets that the new club thrill was that some fucked up Cyborg Girls were lining up to be fucked by legions of violent men and droids who were Zooming on the new drug King Mohammad had introduced.

Story went that the new super stoned and drug aroused Cyborg Girls had actually fucked themselves to death by the now super charged men and more likely machines that were capable of finally keeping up with them.

One of Adray’s snitch bitches, a sick Droid had given up that information in exchange for not being sent on a one way ticket to The Crushers.

He had told Venus that Cyborg and Human people were giving up huge SCRIPT to watch the sex show with the Cyborg Girls. Deadly sex shows mostly being performed at very secret sewer clubs The King owned over there in Sector 24-56. Rumor told that they was one hundred meters below street level in the sewers.

Humans keep track of time, for it kills them in the end, every time.

Venus was monitoring their VR time as she and Krull bashed their bodies against each others in some kind of primitive ritual and Krull’s body began to glisten in sweat. She never even perspired as they ravaged each other for hours.

Time passed, and Krull, feeling his cock engorge with blood, pushed her back roughly. She did not protest as his cock ripped out of her cunt and she fell back, her stomach billowing. The sound of air was gushing out of her gill plates and filling the room.

Krull, the other Krull went to his knees and looking crazed, grabbed her roughly and pulled her to a sitting position. He leered into her crazed eyes; eyes that looked like full on tilt Emerald Lasers.

He grabbed her ruthlessly, twisted her and slammed her tummy and breasts against the bamboo poles of the head board. Her body pressed against it. Fingers welded to the wooden poles, her chin lowered to her breast bone as she moaned.

She was hyperventilating through her gill plates, as was Krull through his mouth. He lowered the tip of his cock to her blue cunt, and grabbing her by the shoulders he violently slammed his cock into her into it, as deep as it could go.

A gust of air exploded out of her gill plates as she silver knuckled the bed poles as she moaned and he savagely fucked her. With her eyes growing brighter, and her skin now a deep mauve color, she rammed her cunt-back ruthlessly against each plunge of her mans cock.

A different man now, a very different man indeed Krull never stopped fucking her.

With his eyes looking like lug nuts, his brain somewhere else, seeing something, he reached around her back. He found her nipples and violently pinched them. Her body bucked and began to undulate.

Groaning, seething and hissing she began banging the bed posts with her domed forehead. Her fists crashed against the bamboo as her back arched throwing her butt out as she lunged back meeting each thrust of his cock with one of her own.

As he fucked her, he slapped both of his palms over her gill plates, cutting off her source of oxygen. This sent her into a maniacal state of madness, yet still controlled.

Her body began bucking, pulsating, her fists banging against the bedposts, shattering two of them. Her entire body began to reconstruct with in stripes now of tints of deep purple.

It was of course for her about the maximums.

Erotic and human obscure maximums she seldom was ever pushed too.

With Krull’s palms cutting on and off her oxygen intake on her gill plates, oxygen-depravation soon increased her state of pleasure and insanity.

Her gasps and groans began to build and for several minutes as Krull increased the intensity of his new game she almost became physically un-controllable.

Them a low growl seemed to gravel out of her throat. She went rigid and her back arched and she threw her head back, gripping the bed posts almost crushing them into splinters.

This was the moment, her moment

Krull ripped his cock out of her, found her blue anus and, then violently plunged it into her.

Some kind of primal sound exploded out of her mouth. Like a crazed and un-caged animal she ripped at the bed poles, shaking them almost out of their joints.

Then, her body tensed, and her eyes seemed to roll into the back of her head. She became stark rigid, unable to breath from the pressure of Krull’s palms on her gills breath. Her body seemed to freeze in some kind of suspended animation.

As if paralyzed, impaled by him, she threw her arms into the air, and seemed to vibrate. Krull moved his palms from her triple sets of gill plates as oxygen re-gushed back into her lungs.

She wailed and screamed, shrieked again and ripped-up by an orgasm, she whipped around, centered his eyes with her own. Leering into his as eyes, she felt something rumble deep in her body.

She then felt his cock engorged in her ass and wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands around the back of head, kissing him like a desert creature deprived of water.

Krull, never shy, but always awed by her, leered at her, as she smashed her lips against his.

Feeling like his cock was wrapped in coals from her internal body heat that was increasing, but monitored by her, he savagely plunged it deep into her silken ass again.

Her body jolted as she tightened her long legs around his waist. Her gills expanded and gulped for air. She threw her head back, screamed again as she fell back wards and just in time Krull caught her by her shoulders.

No fool, he flipped her, laid her on her stomach and stared at her astonishing ass as it seemed to melt into her upper thighs. Spread eagle, he watched mesmerized as she seemed to crawl like some kind of exotic and now violet colored skinned reptile on the white sheets.

Unable to stop, he then with a violence they both shared guided his cock into her rectum. He fell upon her driving it as deep as it would go.

She hissed and remained prone on the sheets as her finger tips gripped the sheets and with little problem, she ripped out a huge swath out of the mattress as Krull began to sodomize her and she climaxed in a bed shaking and body shattering orgasm.

As her fingers ripped at the sheets and she chewed the white cotton he lovingly brutalized her until he felt he could no longer do it and, then he climaxed.

She moaned, felt his warm semen filling her as she felt him fall prone on her back, human skin pressed against a Cyborg’s, his penis still inside of her anus.

For some time, hyperventilating, Krull laid on top of her. After some time, she rolled over, and feeling his penis exit her, she groaned. She swallowed her tears, knelt next to him, smiled and placed her fingers on his stomach, simply staring at him.

Krull’s eyes were closed. His breathing was returning to normal, as was hers. For the longest times she simply gazed at him, so many thoughts filling her beautiful heart and mind as she did.

What would she do? How would she exist when he would finally die as all humans did?

She did not know. She could not understand that scenario, for her life span, only created some three decades earlier still had not been determined.

Trying to understand something that was not explainable, she inhaled a deep breath of worry. She checked her internal clock, and understanding that their time in Virtual was almost over; she saw that they still had time.

She touched Krull’s closed eyes. He opened them, smiled, reached forward and touched her tremoring lips.

“You alright, Doll?” He whispered.

She tilted her head oddly, smiled, touched his lips and whispered.

“Yes darling, just checking time. Shall we sleep now?”

Krull, satiated, the other Krull now, nodded again, touched her face. He closed his eyes, reopened them and whispered.

“I love you, you know.”

She swallowed deeply, and now playacting her angst at his mortality, fighting her emotions she forced a smile and whispered.

“Yes dear, I know. Now sleep, we will be back when you wake.”

Almost drugged, Krull nodded as his eyes closed and he instantly fell to sleep.

As Krull slept, she simply stared at him. After some minutes, she stood and walked to the open door and out of it onto the veranda. Placing her hand on a bamboo rail, her great eyes scanned the blue skies and aqua colored sea.

For the longest time she gazed at the world as it once was and would never be again. In her gifted brain she knew that she must do something, for Krull, a human being and his life, her life was on the clock.

Her speculative idea that had been formulating in her head and she had been working on in the sewers held so much risk to it that she questioned herself if she dare continue working on it. She also was filled with angst wondering if she could risk so much proposing it to Krull.

And, if she did, would she loose Krull for ever doing so.

She did not know. She simply did not know if it were possible? But if it were, well, perhaps there was a chance for them, as slim as that chance might be.

No man held more courage in his heart than Krull. There was no doubting that, yet still.

And if so, would he agree? Could he agree?

In her great heart she knew the only reason that he would was simple. That of course is if he did, it would be because he loved her.

But would he.? Could he? She did not know.

NOTE: WHY THIS IS YELLOW I DO NOT KNOW>>>CANT GET RID OF IT...SORRY

Crushed in love and pain she lifted her fingers to her eyes and as she began to sob, blue tears began to fall down her cheekbones. Then her lips and her eyes seemed to lose all internal light in them.

For some time she stood staring at the duel yellow full moons of The Virtual World she had envisioned and had built. And, then the soldier in her returned and she buckled up, turned, walked back to her bed.

Quietly she lay next to Krull who was in a deep sleep, lying on his side. Ever so gently she laid her leg across his groin and her arm around his stomach, spooning him as she did.

With her internal clock monitoring their time needs as well as his health, she placed her mind on neutral, closed her eyes and quickly fell to sleep.

As she slept, she did not dream.

THEIR time in the Virtual would soon be over, but when the dawn would break, when the Sun would again try to chew its way through the polluted atmosphere of Miami, their time of love, their love, would no longer be sweet memories.

What it perhaps would be was an odious spectrum of night mares that few humans or Cyborgs for that matter could ever understand, let alone survive.

Though neither knew it at the moment, the upcoming darkness would be the beginning of the end for them, with THAT ending still unwritten by a Ozone Ranger and the cop Cyborg Girl that loved him.