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lost herself, her identity, her individuality in the sex, the rebellion, the act of validation that powered us all.
    Kyle was back inside me, riding me doggie, pounding me in time as I fucked Clare beneath me. Then, he was inside Clare again, she was rotating her hips, pushing up and sideways to increase penetration, to fill her pussy from side to side, to slam upward into my own hot pussy, pleasure for all, freedom for all, until I was spent, drained, the torrent reducing to a dribble.
    Clare shuddered and gasped, but she was done as well. Kyle had already collapsed on top of me. He had been spent some time ago. I never even felt him climax as my body raged and produced its own juices, but I felt his hot cum dripping out of my trembling pussy, sliding down my legs where I caught it and rubbed it over my clitoris.
    I slumped down, resting on Clare’s hot body, her heat radiating through me, my sweat almost boiling off my skin, Kyle heavy on top of me, his cock still deep inside me, and we held each other as the drumming ceased, the cries of the inmates quietened as we slept together, holding each other tightly, enveloped in our lust and freedom.

Chapter Eight
    The next day, I was taken from the jail. I never saw Clare or Kyle again. The guards didn’t tell me where I was going or what was going to happen to me. They just bundled me into a prison transport vehicle, which added another week to my sentence for the cost of the vehicle and driver, and I was taken on a short journey.
    I was pulled out of the windowless van and marched into a building. I barely had time to make out any details apart from the odd flash of metal and glass windows. Wherever I was, it looked like a new, modern and important building.
    I was frogmarched along several corridors, all without windows, all with guards posted along them, and I guessed I wasn’t going to be working off my debt in a factory. By the time we reached our destination, I felt sick. When I saw the final door was labelled Experimental Laboratory , I was sick.
    “That’s another three days on your sentence,” snarled one of the guards as he called for a cleaner.
    He thrust me through the door, and I was in the lab. The interior wasn’t as bad as I had imagined. Some computer terminals stood against three of the walls, a video screen dominated the fourth, and a few chairs and stools were scattered around. About a dozen people were already inside, all wearing white coats over their suits.
    “Thank you, Tom, just put her in that chair,” said one of the technicians. The security guard thrust me roughly down on the hard chair, pinned me under the restraints and glanced around.
    “Anything else?” he asked.
    “No, we’ll handle everything from here,” said another technician as he busily flipped switches and rotated dials on the equipment. There seemed to be a sense of urgency and excitement in the room.
    “I think we are good to go,” said a woman eventually. “All the readouts are within the predicted range.”
    “Good. Hook her up then initialise,” said an older man, presumably the leader of the group.
    “What are you going to do to me?” I demanded in fear.
    “You’re very lucky,” said the woman. “If this works, you’ll work off your debt to the Vine Corporation in almost one go.”
    “ If this works? What if it doesn’t?” I asked. “What are you going to do?”
    “We’re trying to create a new interface, not just for entertainment, but one that will unlock the human mind,” said one of the younger men. “An interface that expands our intelligence exponentially while also allowing us to access all information ever recorded. This could be the moment that we truly become our own masters as we take full control over evolution. From this point on, we can control our own development. We can rise above our physical limitations. We can become as gods! Oh, I’m Andrew, by the way.”
    “You mean you’re going to make me more intelligent?” I asked