The Interrogation - - Part 2

[botfriend2000]

As promised here is part two. This story has evolved somewhat from my initial draft and premise. I hope you like it. Again thanks for the feed back. I am planning a third and final chapter to be completed within the week. Enjoy.



The Interrogation - Part -2



Mark was just finishing his coffee when Kevin called on his cell.

"We've got two issues going on here." He immediately said.

"Well . . explain it to me." Mark stated as he stood and started to head back down to the security area..

"First off, this droids been hi-jacked, stolen! She's got a theft deactivation alert out on her from a Sony line distributer in Springfield, Illinois. Seems she's a floor model that just walked out a little over three weeks ago." Kevin took a breath.

"Secondly . . . whomever did this is good, but also sloppy. All of her added software is top notch, from speech articulation, social interaction, cooking, all the way down to her hard core sex, intimacy and bedroom software. All installed and set up by a pro."

"But. . " Mark interrupted.

"But . . her sexual suite software is custom, it's manufacturer and model specific. Meaning we can trace who purchased it for Celeste here. At least I think we can. I'm waiting for a call to confirm it." Kevin said.

Mark quickly thought of another question that Kevin had yet to address.

"Alright, now tell me what info she tapped into and stole from us."

Kevin was silent for a moment before he answered.

"This one . . . you're not gonna like." Kevin stalled.

Mark turned the corner and entered the room where Kevin was seated.

"The day's already been shot. What did she steal already?, tell me."

Kevin braced himself as he knew Mark would most likely explode over this news.

"Our secret celebrity. . .all model specs on the Janea McNeil android."

Marks face went pale white. "What?!!! How the hell did someone know?!" He screamed. Then turned to the window looking towards the android.
Mark thought to himself, Janea McNeil was a secret project only a dozen or so people knew of.

She was an android that everyone outside of Cy-Gen believed to be human. She was co-anchor of the national evening news. Watched by millions, adored by millions. No one in the network even knew she was artificial. She was extraordinarily beautiful, sexy, classy, educated and dazzling.

She was also one of Cy-Gens best learning tools, for social interaction and behavioral programming. Her programming was next-gen adaptive, she learned and grew from her experiences.

She had also slept with some pretty top end people. Our programmers utilized her information for most of their recent emulation design and software upgrades.

"Is Celeste still online?" He asked, spinning back around to Kevin.

"Just as you left her."

"Keep you finger on the button. We don't have any time to waste." Mark said as he exited and then placed his hand back over he scanner to enter the adjacent room.

Stepping back up to Celeste he reached down pulling out the wireless card and picked back up her faceplate.

"Please initialize all character and personality profiles. Resume autonomous functions." He stated.

"Acknowledged." She said flatly.

Mark held her face from view behind his back.

Celeste's head cocked slightly to the left. He noticed the twitching of her finger as she came back to life.

"What did you do to me? I . . . I was in standby for over an hour?"

"I'm sorry, you don't get to play question and answer. Just me!" Mark snapped back.

He leaned in. "I've a problem and you're the solution. Tell me who your master is, and what does he want with Janea McNeil, the news anchor woman?!"

Celeste looked up at Mark with her robotic skull. LED'S flashing, her large round eyes scanning him.

"My master loves me. He chose me because I am perfect. Janea McNeil is also perfect, too perfect to be human, and my master must have her because she is perfect."

"You're flawed,. . broken, . . incomplete, . . imperfect! You were stolen off a showroom floor, you're a display model. You've been hacked and reprogrammed to think as you do."

Mark rubbed his chin with his free hand. "You're 'master', . . is imperfect! He's a criminal, a hacker, a very bad man."

Celeste shook her head. "No! He loves me. I am perfect, my body, my shape, my breasts, he tells me I am perfect. He desires perfection, therefore I am helping him to obtain that which is perfect. Janea McNeil is perfect. My master now knows she's an android too, thanks to me."

Mark brought his hand up in front of her face and wave his index finger from side to side.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Who is he? Does he have a perfect name?" Mark asked growing tired of this charade.

Celeste straightened up as much as she could. "Yes. Even his name is perfect."

"Does he love your perfect face as well?" He said sarcastically.

"Does he love this?" Mark yelled at her before she could answer his previous question. Pulling the androids face out from behind him. Shoving it right at her.

Celeste's head jerked back as she focused on her own face, and for a moment she said nothing.

"That looks like me." She said softly.

"Exactly. . . it is you. It's your perfect face, detached from your perfect android body!" Mark exclaimed.

Celeste's body shuddered as she stayed focused on her face.

"M m m my face?" She said digitally stuttering.

Mark pulled it back somewhat from her and snickered.

"Tell me his name and I'll gladly reattach your precious perfect face."

Celeste's head continued to twitch erratically along with her finger.

Mark turned toward the two way window and gave a thumbs up.

Immediately Celestes whole body shuddered with convulsions as she was again bombarded with numerous signals, requests, and conflicting commands.

Mark dropped Celeste's face onto her lap, then reached in and grabbed both her breasts. Giving them a firm squeeze, sending a greater influx of signals from the many sensors throughout them back to her processors.

"Ohhhhh p p please please please . . . war war warning . . discontinue sexual sti sti stimulus. I am . .I am . . I am un un unable. . . unstable process processes. OHHHH!!!"

Celeste thrashed in the chair. Her head flung back Her hands wide open, fingers extended. She pushed her breasts harder against Marks hands, urging him to continue.

. Uhhnnn. . hard . . .hard . . to to to to to think. . . Let me fuck . .me fuck . . me fuck you. . . Ohhhh" Celeste's head cocked to the right.

Error. . . .error. . . .error. . .un un unable to to to tell you I am an android, an android, myyyyyyyyy." Her head thrashed to the right.

Mark released his grip from her breasts.

"Warrrnnnnniiiinnnngggg . . failure in primary cognitive primary cognitive primary . . . name name is is Fran Fran Frank Franklin my my my is my lover. . .error. . .error. Franklin helllppp me. . . oohhhh."

Mark quickly waved his hand, urging Kevin to halt again.

"Franklin. .? Franklin who?" He asked her in a demanding tone.

Celeste's body would twitch every few seconds. She did not look up as her mouth moved. Her verbal processors a slight second out of sync with her jaw movement. Somewhat reminiscent of an old dubbed over Asian movie.

"Error . . . sexual system overload. . .Cognitive reflex reflexes . . .unable to to to maintain humannnnn . . . sim simulation 'tion . . drivers not not found . . . name is Celeste Varese . . . I am I am I am Celeste, name is is is . . .Franklin is my my my. " She rattled on in a broken, half digitized tone, making no sense.

Kevin knocked on the window, causing Mark to spin back around to him. There was a slight chime. Kevin had engaged the intercom between the two rooms.

"Franklin Harvey, that's his name. We've got an address for him in Freeport, Maine. I've already informed security. Daniel's team will be wheels up in three minutes." He informed Mark hurriedly.

Mark nodded then let out a sigh..

"Has Sony been notified about their droid here?" He asked.

"Yes sir, they've considered her a loss though."

They both paused, then Kevin spoke first.

"Is she to be scrapped?" Kevin asked.

Mark shook his head. "No. . .no, have her checked out, mind wiped and a clean slate . . . if she's repairable." He thought for minute.

"Do a reinstall of all her pleasure software, and the Tiffany character. . . .no hold that. . the Kimberly 4 character personality profile for me, if you would please."

"I'll get on it right away." Kevin stated.

"Oh. . .if this Harvey person has Janea's IP and Encryption protocol specifications. . .get a replacement over there ASAP. She's too high profile, and we'd all be on the chopping block if she was revealed to be an android. There's no way of knowing how soon he'll act." Mark added.

"Yes sir!"

Mark sighed and leaned up against the wall, wondering how this would end.




A few hours later . . . . .



. . . . "Status?" Yelled Mark into the headset.

"The area is secure sir. The suspect has surrendered with minimal harm or injury. He's been pretty busy, he's got himself quite a collection of beautiful droids. " The man paused with a sigh. "But sorry to inform you sir. . . . he was able to transmit something. It appears to have been heavily encrypted. Our techs believe they. ."

"Very good Daniels!" Mark said, cutting Daniels off. "We knew he might try something like this. We've taken precautions against where we believe he may have sent it. Sedate and expedite the prisoner."

"Yes sir. Oh and sir?" Daniels began to state.

"Go ahead."

"Thought I inform you we lost two of our Armor Protection droids during the raid. He had the place booby trapped. He was expecting us sir." Daniels stated.

Mark paused, he knew the costs, he expected as much. "Thank you for that. I'll expect your full report."

Mark sat the headset down and placed his head in his hands and wished he could just go home to bed. Sleep . . . he just wanted to sleep.


...Elsewhere at the National Evening News Studio...

. . ."And in further developments with the former North Korea. Scientists today say that radiation levels appear to be lower than expected in the once capital city. Five years tomorrow marks the tragic anniversary of. . . . ohh . . anniversary of . . .."

Janea McNeil, evening national news co-anchor suddenly appeared lost and confused.

She looked down at her stack of papers then back to the camera and teleprompter.

". . .Scientists say that radiation. . ." Her head twitched and her expression became blank for a moment.

"Janea? Are you feeling all right?" Her co-anchor asked.

Janea stared blankly ahead, then turned. "I feel fine."
She then stood up, turned around and walked away from the desk leaving her co-anchor stunned, and camera crew wondering what was up.

"Well folks we apologize, it appears that Janea isn't feeling well. In other news. . ." Her co-anchor began to continue as Janea left the area.

Ms. Janea McNeil walked swiftly out of the studio doors and down the corridor towards the building exit. Her expression blank, her focus was on her destination.

"Excuse me! Are you Janea McNeil?" Asked a large man as he stepped from a nearby doorway.

She turned her head ever so slightly. "I feel fine. I'm late." She said flatly.

The man took a step in front of her, blocking her exit.

"No you're not, on both accounts." He said.

She cocked her head in a confused manner as the man pulled from his pocket a small object and held it in front of her face.

"Smile for the birdie." He said sarcastically as a blue beam emitted and scanned across her feild of vision.

Her whole body twitched, then she stood there motionless. The exit door behind the man opened and in walked the replacement Janea McNeil. Dressed identically as the first.

She smiled at the man and touched his arm briefly. "Thank you for your assistance." She said as she made her way past him and hurried back towards the studio.

He nodded and grabbed the dazed Janea android and quickly exited outside to a waiting van.

As the replacement Janea turned the corner her assistant was heading towards her, clipboard in hand.

"Are you feeling alright? They told me you just up and left the desk in the middle of a story."

Janea stopped and leaned against the wall, feigning fatigue. "No, no I'm not feeling well. Just a dizzy spell I think."

Her assistant took her arm. "Well, lets get you to the lounge so you can sit and rest for a while."

Janea smiled and nodded. "Thank you Alicia."

Together she let her assistant lead the way to the lounge as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.



. . . Stay tuned for the final chapter. . .

[DollSpace]

Another great chapter! Face-offs aren't really my thing but this story has definitely captured my attention and imagination. Keep writing!

Catie