What the fuck are you doing, Miles?
Dr. Miles Preston looked down at his right hand, then up at the back of Specimen 1.0. Even if he were in front of her none of her face would be visible; the sensory blinder encased her entire head. He tried not to think about the tangle of feeding and air tubes passing through the umbilicus from the ceiling through the metal case and into her nose and mouth.
He imagined her as a red-head even though he knew her hair was brown; he knew everything there was to know about her body. It was his job. His thesis on the use of haptic devices in skeleto-muscular rehabilitation had gotten him the attention of a Dr. Jenner, and in short order he was hired and at work applying his theories to real-world patients. One patient, actually.
His left hand pressed against her stomach to provide leverage.
The biomechanical restraints that held Specimen 1.0 were a marvel of engineering. Jenner was very proud of the amount of money that had been spent on them. Miles was quick to pick up the natural language programming interface. In three months he had gone from basic tests to full-on strength training routines. All of his theories had been proven correct far beyond expectation. Specimen 1.0 had been almost completely dormant when he arrived; what little muscle tone she had at that time was developed with crude electro-stimulation. Dr. Preston had packed six kilos of muscle mass onto her frame since then.
God, she’s beautiful.
Her thighs rippled; he thought of coiled steel springs retracting beneath her skin.
Stop. Stop, Miles! You can’t do this.
The restraints were moving, which worried him somewhat, but they remained within programmed tolerances. Part of Dr. Preston knew that no unaugmented human should have been able to rock the restraints back and forth at the current setting. Yet she was. Specimen 1.0 was overcoming a little more than a kilonewton of resistive force on each limb in order to keep from being stretched spread eagle. She was straining to give herself enough slack to to grind her vulva into the palm of his right hand. He pressed upward as hard as he could, two fingers rigid, Her clitoris popped left and right over his fingers, being pinched by the pressure against her pubis.
Why are you doing this? It’s too much this time. They’ll know!
His arm finally gave way to fatigue; Specimen 1.0 shook in her restraints. The large mechanical enclosures over her hands and feet shuddered as she tried to squat down and chase Miles’s hand. After a moment she relaxed; the restraints pulled her limbs straight in a slow, firm, movement. She was mostly upright and angled slightly forward. Without even thinking about it Dr. Preston licked the slick film off the palm of his hand.
She shook her butt back and forth slowly in a deliberate rhythm.
I can’t take this any more.
Dr. Preston’s hand found the zipper of his pants. The HUD in his right eye was flashing a panoply of warnings about Specimen 1.0’s biometrics; elevated heart rate, blood pressure, hormonal levels, VO2 rate. The list kept scrolling and flashing. The iron straps in her shoulders hardened again, Vibrating from the exertion she began pulling the restraints inward, arched her back, and pushed her pelvis toward him. He took a step to get between her legs; his erection stood out of the fly in his boxer shorts. The warnings stopped scrolling on a brightly glowing orange thumbnail of the MEG scan generated by the SQUIDs in her blinder.
No. No. No. Fucking stop, Preston! Stop you stupid motherfucker, STOP!
He watched her unbelievably red labia slide over the head of his penis. And just like that it was all over. A metallic crunch shook him out of the moment. Carbon steel shattered; pieces danced across the floor of the containment chamber. The ceiling anchor of the restraint on her right arm had shattered.
He fell backwards, tripping over his loose pants.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
The remaining restraint anchors bent, but held. Specimen 1.0 began banging the encasement on her right hand against the left, the limp cable of black synthetic muscle attached to it flopped back and forth.
Dr. Preston scrambled to his feet. He ripped open a metal box attached to the wall of the chamber and grabbed a pre-loaded injector.
Something threw him across the room. He landed in front of Specimen 1.0. He looked up to see her reaching for him with her bare right hand. Her other three limbs stretched behind her as if she was being pulled forward by an invisible rope. Rough grunts vibrated in her throat around the intrusive tubes.
“I, I, I, I’m sorry. I am so, so, sorry. I’m so sorry.” The repeating mantra faded to a mumble as he shuffled backward and found the release button for the door to Specimen Containment 1.
Excerpt from primary security report, annotated by Facility Director Jenner.
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All times recorded UTC.
03:27 Dr. Preston removes 1 jet injector loaded with one 1 vial from the Emergency Subdual Kit in Specimen Holding 1.[HOW DID THIS NOT TRIGGER AN ALARM?]
03:28 Dr. Preston locks the door to Lower Observation Lobby 1 and jams the sliding door with a chair from the interior of Lower Observation Lobby 1. [UNACCEPTABLE. IMMEDIATELY REMOVE CHAIRS FROM OBSERVATION]
03:29 Dr. Preston injects himself with (estimated) 20mg of pancuronium bromide. [WE ARE STILL USING PAVULON? MORGAN, SEE ME.]
03:31 Onboard defibrillator in Dr. Weston activates in response to tachycardia resulting from the administration of pancuronium bromide.
03:32 Dr. Preston’s life sign recordings cease, the defibrillator unit activates its integrated Wi-Fi and triggers emergency security protocols. [WAS THIS WIRELESS IMPLANT NOT REGISTERED WITH SECURITY?]
03:34 Emergency personnel arrive at Hallway 2 entrance to Lower Observation Lobby 1 to attempt intervention. Emergency personnel, unable to breach the jammed door, proceed to enter Specimen Holding 1. [DID THEY INTEND TO BREAK THE OBSERVATION WINDOWS TO GAIN ENTRANCE TO THE LOBBY? ALL PERSONNEL MUST BE MADE TO UNDERSTAND THAT CONTAINMENT IS PRIORITY ONE! NO EXCEPTIONS! I WOULD HOPE AFTER THIS INCIDENT THAT EVERYONE WILL UNDERSTAND THAT POLICY.]
03:37 Emergency personnel video streams show first evidence of Specimen 1.0 Incident Alpha. [NO MORE PHYSICAL THERAPY. WE NEED TO CONVENE TO DISCUSS MODIFICATION OF THE SEDATION REGIMEN IN LIGHT OF THE DEATHS LAST NIGHT. WE WILL BE LOOKING AT A COMPLETE TURNOVER OF ALL SURVIVING SECURITY STAFF. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, STEIN?]