Hiro stared at the FBI badge wide eyed.
This was.. bad!
He thought maybe it was some random stranger. Maybe some normal person. It never occurred to him that federal agents could be changed into artificial constructs.
The cyborgs analysis program started again, scanning the FBI badge. Public systems verified its authenticity. He then scanned her physical construction, and attempted a battle analysis. The odds were... not in his favour. He glanced at the other male, who was holding Julian down.
analysis not possible
... Hiro didn't know the limitations of his sensing abilities. Indeed this 'battle' configuration was completely new to him. He had never had to fight in this body, but it seemed his cybernetic parts were primed for such events.
Was this.. what he was? A battle construct? Designed to kill? He saw the image of his sister, holding him... and the awful dreams of a rampage through the streets, with not a single care in the world. Machines don't feel... the confusion of what he was struck him as he stared at the fully artificial being.
Hiro wanted to run.. to flee. But his sensors insisted that this fully artificial being was simply faster, stronger, and better then he could ever be even if he let the machine side take full control. Adding an unknown being in the mix, who took down Julian without batting an eye, the young cyborg didn't need the machine to tell him he had no chance...
"I... I surrender," Hiro said raising his hands. "Look- I-"
Hiro's arms were grabbed as he was thrown down into the side walk by the Gynoid. A move designed to inflict pain and disorientation. However his machine side gave him complete awareness of his motion, and while the pain hurt, it was manageable at this point. realising this, the gynoid pressed herself down on him, one arm grabbing his fleshy side.
It was like a vice grip, far worse then what Julian inflicted. It was just a fraction from bones being broken! The machine didn't even wait for authorisation it immediately dampened the pain and stimulated various glands in his body to issue repair to the soft tissue augmenting his natural healing process. It was barely enough for Hiro to retain consciousness, as he closed his eyes.
The machine part seemed to be devising another form of attack. Hiro didn't know what it was. His communications node automatically attempted to access the gynoid's systems directly. It was the longest shot of long shots...
The federal agent blinked...and then scowled. "Bad move..."
Hiro was suddenly seized by a hacking attempt on his own systems. Systems were being overloaded, making his heart race beyond acceptable limits. She wasn't even using a tenth of her processing abilities. This was not a fight he could win on the digital world either...
"P-please.. stop..." Hiro pleaded.
The attack ceased.. and the cyborg breathed a sigh of relief, slumping down. For some reason, the image of Billy came into his mind again... being free and just a kid again.
How lucky, he was.
"Now I want to know what's going on," the gynoid said. "State your name."
"H-Hiro-" he said.
"Were you in the arcade's this afternoon?"
"Y-yes..." the cyborg confessed. "I- I'm sorry..."
More time passed in the cell. The Priest decided... she could at least now, try to get a better look at the legs she was forced to walk on. The hooves.. were large. Heavy... harsh. She placed a hand on them, noting how they felt a lot like a very large finger nail. It felt.. odd. Sensitive enough to be part of her, but not quite like the rest of her. She noticed a very slight sheen of her red skin on the hoof...
The red skin... was so sensual. It wasn't like normal skin. She had no context to describe it. it was soft yet hard at the same time. A hide of leather? She wasn't sure. Why would God make such a creature for her soul to inhabit?
She looked again at the legs, and the strange Z- shape that made her knees look twisted in an odd position. They seemed to allow her to bend while maintaining an upright position. Why would she even require that as part of her construction?
Finally... and discreetly, she pulled down her pants slightly to look at the new 'organ'. Unfortunately, the somewhat large breasts she now possessed got in the way of her being able to look directly. She tried to press back her top set, only to find her lower set getting in the way... she pushed those back, but only having two hands it made the task impossible.
She settled on... a quick touch, just to get a vague idea.. and confirmation that her male organs were indeed gone.
She didn't really know what it would feel like. It was... strange. She didn't want to get too close to the inspection. It was enough to know that her equipment was gone.. and replaced with something entirely alien. She could feel something delicate to the touch down there... and suddenly, she felt something wet-
she stopped. She realised she was panting... She was so close to... to... she couldn't even bear to think about it. Even now something down there felt so warm, yearning to be touched again...
"It's normal," She said to herself. "It's not what any other woman has had to deal with in the past," she whispered. Was that really true though? She had to believe the doctor. She also had to reaffirm her vow of celibacy... just because she had changed form didn't mean it was no less important. Indeed, this could only be a test of that vow!
Still, something didn't feel normal down there. Without being able to get a good look, she wasn't able to compare what was down there to the human norm (not that she had any idea of comparison). She couldn't help but shake the fear that there was something odd down there. Though this could be just fear of the unknown.
"How long am I going to be here..." She asked herself. She had to get back to the church.. she needed answers.
"Miss Douglas?" a guard called.
The Father sighed. Being called 'miss' again... just another test. "yes?" she answered not feeling she had much choice in the matter right now.
"Your bail has been paid"
"What?" Robert blinked. What did that mean exactly?
The guard opened the cell, and walked her down. "It means that, you make a promise to stay out of trouble, and not to run away. You are free within some restrictions. They will be explained to you shortly. Mainly you are not to flea the country, or commit any further crimes. We will then continue to review your case and determine your sentence."
"I... I don't understand," Robert said confused still.
"IF you breach the conditions of your bail, the money will be kept by us. If you stay out of trouble, the money will be returned."
Robert was stunned. Someone.. paid for her release? A bail? "How much.. was the bail?"
"Your bail was set at $500" the guard explained. "You are not considered a runaway risk. We know who you are, and you confessed to the damage. That means the system allows you to be bailed and we'll decide what to do next."
$500? Who would pay such a sum for her sake? This... made no sense! "Who paid?" she asked the guard.
"See for yourself," the guard ushered her into the processing area.
Jennifer was a very nervous little girl as they drove up to her new grandmothers place.
What if... she didn't like her? She was dressed in the best clothes her mother had gave her. She also brushed her hair and tied it with four ribbons. she leaned back on the seat, nervously rocking her legs.
She clutched the card, hoping her grandmother would like it.
"Come on out now sweety," Said her mom.
Jennifer got out, looking around. The place smelled of herbs in a garden... it looked like she lived in a very big house.
They got up to the door. The white haired girl still looked very nervous, but this was her mom's mom right? Her grandmother? So there was nothing to be worried about. She wondered if she would look anything like her mother... or would she look completely different?
She probably wouldn't look like herself.. given that not many people did.
The door slowly opened... Jennifer looked wide eyed then smiled.
"Hello Nana!" she said with a skip in her step.
