the small square opened, she stared into the metal compartment now mostly filled with soot coated electronics.
Ignoring the smell of burnt circuitry, Kyra removed the controller screw and set it aside. Then she began the task of pulling out twenty feet of conducting wire that carried the controller’s current throughout his torso. The removal process took over two hours, during which she was mostly silent. It had to be done a few inches at a time to keep from tearing adhered tissue any more than could be prevented. Finally, the end cleared the tiny insertion hole and she let out a relieved breath.
“Suspend recording for ten minutes. Resume automatically after that time.”
With the worst part of the restoration over, Kyra allowed herself to sob for real in relief. When that short bout of self-pity was done, she wiped her eyes on the cloth sleeve of her doctor’s coat and swore at her dead ex-husband again. Regret over her marriage rivaled the shame she felt about her life’s work.
“Damn you, Jackson. Damn you to hell and back. I’m glad one of your creations killed you for this fucking shit. What the hell were we thinking when we did this to living people?”
She heard the camera begin recording again and gladly moved on to the easier task of replacing Peyton’s upgraded circuit boards with older models she had programmed herself.
Well, Nero had done some of the work, but she had checked the content several times. The only override left was hers and it was there to prevent the newly configured cyborg from taking negative action against himself.
She had learned that hard lesson with Alex when she couldn’t prevent him from jumping to his death.
“Two big ones down and only a hundred things left to go. Hang in there, Captain Elliott. I’m working as fast as I can.”
***
Eight hours after Peyton’s delivery to her doorstep, Kyra sat exhausted in her desk chair recording her final notes as she waited for Peyton to wake up on his own. Depending upon the amount of damage the reboot had caused, his upgraded cybernetics might take some time to integrate with her older processor code. No master chip was running the show for his body any longer. All Peyton had was a basic repair-as-needed processor that worked in the most rudimentary of robotic machines, even those not melded to an organic human.
Of course, there was no guarantee the new programming would work as she hoped. For all she knew, she might find herself trapped in her lab with a mad killing machine when he came around. That had happened with her first experiment. She’d had to euthanize Marshall 103 after only a few days when it was obvious his mind had not been able to rebuild normally. Having removed the creator code file, she had essentially left herself with no recourse to reboot him again.
After she had released Marshall from his torture, she had also had to remove the evidence of her changes to him. Adding insult to injury, and to cover her modifications, she had taken Marshall’s dead body to a burial facility for immediate cremation. She had collected his cybernetic parts and had the metals melted for recycling while she watched.
Experiment number two had gone a little better. Alex 287 had physically recovered and survived the emotional roller coaster of the assimilation process. However, living with the shame of what he had endured as a cyborg turned out to be more than Alex could handle. A few months after his restoration, Alex had committed suicide by throwing himself off a mountainside where they had gone for what Kyra thought would be a relaxed and healing weekend for him.
Alex’s cybernetics had tried to fix him as they were made to do, but they had not been able to repair his body after such a traumatic fall. Kyra had eventually come to realize the jump had been intentional on his part. She’d had to retrieve Alex’s broken body by helicopter. Then she’d had to repeat the body disposal process to once again hide her
Ignoring the smell of burnt circuitry, Kyra removed the controller screw and set it aside. Then she began the task of pulling out twenty feet of conducting wire that carried the controller’s current throughout his torso. The removal process took over two hours, during which she was mostly silent. It had to be done a few inches at a time to keep from tearing adhered tissue any more than could be prevented. Finally, the end cleared the tiny insertion hole and she let out a relieved breath.
“Suspend recording for ten minutes. Resume automatically after that time.”
With the worst part of the restoration over, Kyra allowed herself to sob for real in relief. When that short bout of self-pity was done, she wiped her eyes on the cloth sleeve of her doctor’s coat and swore at her dead ex-husband again. Regret over her marriage rivaled the shame she felt about her life’s work.
“Damn you, Jackson. Damn you to hell and back. I’m glad one of your creations killed you for this fucking shit. What the hell were we thinking when we did this to living people?”
She heard the camera begin recording again and gladly moved on to the easier task of replacing Peyton’s upgraded circuit boards with older models she had programmed herself.
Well, Nero had done some of the work, but she had checked the content several times. The only override left was hers and it was there to prevent the newly configured cyborg from taking negative action against himself.
She had learned that hard lesson with Alex when she couldn’t prevent him from jumping to his death.
“Two big ones down and only a hundred things left to go. Hang in there, Captain Elliott. I’m working as fast as I can.”
***
Eight hours after Peyton’s delivery to her doorstep, Kyra sat exhausted in her desk chair recording her final notes as she waited for Peyton to wake up on his own. Depending upon the amount of damage the reboot had caused, his upgraded cybernetics might take some time to integrate with her older processor code. No master chip was running the show for his body any longer. All Peyton had was a basic repair-as-needed processor that worked in the most rudimentary of robotic machines, even those not melded to an organic human.
Of course, there was no guarantee the new programming would work as she hoped. For all she knew, she might find herself trapped in her lab with a mad killing machine when he came around. That had happened with her first experiment. She’d had to euthanize Marshall 103 after only a few days when it was obvious his mind had not been able to rebuild normally. Having removed the creator code file, she had essentially left herself with no recourse to reboot him again.
After she had released Marshall from his torture, she had also had to remove the evidence of her changes to him. Adding insult to injury, and to cover her modifications, she had taken Marshall’s dead body to a burial facility for immediate cremation. She had collected his cybernetic parts and had the metals melted for recycling while she watched.
Experiment number two had gone a little better. Alex 287 had physically recovered and survived the emotional roller coaster of the assimilation process. However, living with the shame of what he had endured as a cyborg turned out to be more than Alex could handle. A few months after his restoration, Alex had committed suicide by throwing himself off a mountainside where they had gone for what Kyra thought would be a relaxed and healing weekend for him.
Alex’s cybernetics had tried to fix him as they were made to do, but they had not been able to repair his body after such a traumatic fall. Kyra had eventually come to realize the jump had been intentional on his part. She’d had to retrieve Alex’s broken body by helicopter. Then she’d had to repeat the body disposal process to once again hide her
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