Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space! - Chapter 5.1

[Teknophile]

Yeah, I know this chapter is long. I was going to break it up into two or three, but somehow this part of the story just seemed to stick together, so it became one really long chapter.

Many thanks to all those who have been giving me so much positive feedback on the story. Now, without further ado, here's Chapter 5!

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Chapter 5: Wild Ride
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A7C, you moron! What the slag do you think you’re doing here?!?!?! G2J blasted into the Asian fembot’s head.

Unfortunately, her direct transmission was lost in the sea of sensory data pouring into A7C’s processor. Part of the problem stemmed from the fact that A7C had lived most of her life as an electronic entity, without being tied to a physical construct. While she could multitask just fine under normal circumstances, her current body had been patterned on a human female, which meant that there were hundreds of tactile sensors embedded in every inch of synthetic skin, and even more in her erogenous zones. Every time someone grabbed her ass or her now-exposed tits, a tidal wave of positive feedback would come rushing through her consciousness. The sheer volume of sensory data was enough to push her CPU beyond its capabilities, and her radiant cooling system couldn’t keep up.

In the midst of moshing boys and the blast of music, nobody could make out the weird phrases she spoke. “Error … unable to process … sensory overload … Oh, it feels so good! … ERROR — THERMAL EVENT IN PROGRESS. EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN IMMINENT.”

About forty feet away, G2J gave a frustrated snarl. Dammit, she’s overloading! We’ve got to get her out of here!

Why … bother? asked E3, still a little shaky herself. She’s nothing … nothing … ERROR … nothing but trouble. If she wants to come down and hang out with the locals, let them have her!

E3! G2J exclaimed, eyes wide in horror, Are you crazy?!?

Look, I'm all for ... all for ... all for saving the little twerp, but not if we all get caught in the process!

“Uh, hey, is everything all right?” asked Nate, who had been totally oblivious to the girls’ silent exchange.

All three girls’ heads snapped toward him, as though they’d forgotten that he was there. “We, uh …” K4L began, then trailed off as she tried to figure out how to explain the situation without revealing the fact that they were actually hi-tech alien androids. “Uh, that girl there is in trouble!” she finally blurted out. “We need to get her out of here, or she’ll, um, lose consciousness.”

Nate looked back at the teeming mass of horny guys with the Japanese girl in the middle. He also noticed the men in blue rent-a-cop uniforms converging on them. “Uh-oh,” he said, “I think the security guys have noticed your friend, too.”

“WHAT?!?” G2J exclaimed, bug-eyed with horror. “Oh, no! We have to get to her before they do! Come on!”

At once, all three girls dashed off, shoving their way through the crowd, Nate trying to keep up.

A7C gave a giddy, inebriated-sounding giggle as G2J finally grabbed her by the arm. “Come on!” the redhead hissed, dragging her away from her crowd of admirers. “Dammit, I told you to wait back at the ship!”

“Ship! Drip! Blip! Hee-hee!” shouted A7C, still flying high from her experience with the natives’ skillful hands.

G2J groaned as she hauled the half-conscious fembot behind her. “You know, if I have to debug her after this, I’m just gonna go to town on her personality matrix,” she said as K4L grabbed her other arm.

“Yeah. Maybe you could install some common sense while you’re at it?”

Nope, too much to hope for, E3 transmitted. Maybe you should just switch her personality off and put her body in command mode until we get back home?

You know, that might not be a bad idea, the redhead said, an impish smile lifting one corner of her mouth.

Meanwhile, Nate had managed to rejoin them as they made their way to the exit. “Is everything okay? What happened to her?”

“Mmm, all kinds of good things!” A7C declared, still giggling like a drunken prom date. “You guys may be primitive organics, but OH BOY do you know how to show a ‘bot a good time!”

“Huh? What are you talking abou–”

“Nothing! Ah, nothing! She’s just a little, er, drunked right now,” G2J said, just a little too hastily. “She’ll be fine, but we really need to get her home. You said you had a land vehicle nearby?”

Something really smells fishy here, Nate thought. Maybe what they took was stronger than beer. “Um, yeah, my car is just over at the parking lot,” he said guardedly.

“Great! Could you give us a ride?”

As the five of them made their way out through the front gate, G2J and K4L carrying a now semi-coherent A7C, Nate led them to his second-hand Camry. E3 got into the passenger seat and the other girls piled into the back, while Nate reached into the glove compartment and pulled out his GPS. “So, which one of you lives closest to the park?” he asked.

“We’re all staying here together,” replied E3.

“All right. What’s your street address, then?”

“Address?” the voluptuous young blonde asked, turning a somewhat anxious, questioning look at her companions in the rear. “We … um … I don’t know,” she answered, shrugging helplessly.

Nate glanced into the backseat. “Um, oookay. Can any of you tell me where you live?”

“Sure!” the Japanese-looking girl piped up. “We’re camping out in a little cave. It only took about a decacycle and a half to get here.”

“A decacycle and a half? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, a decacycle is how long it takes Teades IV to go through MMPFF!” she exclaimed, as K4L clapped a hand over the tipsy young woman’s mouth. Shut up, A7C!

G2J, meanwhile, had been analyzing the small rectangular device in Nate’s hand. “I think I can help,” she said. “May I see your navcomp?”

“My … oh, sure,” Nate said, handing the GPS back to the redheaded girl. G2J took a moment to figure out the visual display, then tapped some numbers on the touch screen. “Okay. I think that’s about where it ought to be. I just typed in the longitude and latitude.”

“You knew that from memory?” Nate asked, looking at the spot she had entered in. It was about a mile from the nearest road, way outside of town. Well, the drunk one did say they were camping out, he thought. Jeez, what are these girls on, anyway?

By now, any thoughts of getting close to these bizarre young women were gone. Nate Aldridge was a nerd, not an idiot, and he could tell that these four girls had issues. Now, all he wanted to do was get them back to their campsite and go home. No way they’ll let me back in at the park, he thought glumly. Man, what a waste of ticket money!

They made good time through the light evening traffic and out of town, just five miles above the speed limit. In the back seat, it seemed like the petite Japanese girl they’d pulled out of the moshing crowd was a little more conscious, and whenever Nate glanced at his rear view mirror, he could see the others glaring angrily at her. All four were making sharp, rapid hand gestures at each other, but without making a sound. That’s not sign language, Nate thought. Just what is going on here?

At last, the GPS said, “In half a mile, turn right. Your destination is one mile to the left.”

“Finally!” Nate said, turning onto the dirt road ….

And saw dozens of flashing police lights.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed, slamming on the brakes. A uniformed cop stood between two orange-and-yellow striped sawhorses, holding up a bright red STOP sign. Rolling down his window, Nate called out, “Hey, what’s going on?”

The cop just gave him a tired sigh. “Road’s closed,” he said. “If you back up a bit to the main road, then keep left, there’s another turnoff. That should get you to the highway.”

“All right,” Nate said. “But can you tell me why the road’s closed?”

The policeman shrugged. “Drug dealers. Some FBI guys came down this afternoon and said they’d been using a cave out here as a meth lab. We’re just keeping cars away while the feds move in to arrest ‘em. Nothing to worry about”

Suddenly, everything seemed to click. Drug dealers … the Japanese girl wandering around town in nothing but a bikini … no address in town … heading straight to this place … oh, my God!

Nate glanced at the beautiful blonde beside him, then into the rearview mirror. The girls in the back seat were still making silent gestures to one another.

High. Hopped up on meth. They’ve got to be! He looked over at the blonde again. She looked back, head tilted slightly to the side. “Nate?” she asked. “Is everything okay?”

Nate felt his pulse pounding in his ears. “Um, yeah,” he squeaked. No, actually everything is NOT okay! I’m in a car with four drug addicts, possibly dealers. I don’t think any of them were armed, but how can I be sure?

E3 could tell something wasn’t right. “Nate, are you sure you’re okay? You sound really stressed …“

“HEY! You there, in the Toyota!”

Nate felt his heart drop into his gut and start dissolving. Coming up from behind the barricade was a guy in a black suit. If it weren’t already past ten at night, Nate could just imagine the man wearing a pair of heavy black sunglasses, looking for all the world like an Agent straight out of The Matrix.

The agent raised a gun. But for the Camry’s windshield, he would have had a clear shot at Nate’s head. “Get out of the car! NOW!”

“Nate? What’s going on?” asked E3, now clearly worried.

“O-okay!” Nate stammered at the FBI man. “I’m getting out! Just don’t shoot me, okay?”

“Shoot?” G2J exclaimed from the back seat. “Wait a minute, he’s really going to…?”

“Keep your hands where I can see them! No sudden moves!”

Nate unbuckled his seat belt, reached for the door handle …

And was suddenly kissing the dashboard as his car lurched backward.

The agent didn’t hesitate. Within the first second, three bullets hit Nate’s front windshield, cracks spreading out from three different points of impact. By some miracle, the handgun bullets didn't quite penetrate the safety glass.

“Get down!” Shouted G2J, as the car executed a sharp turn, facing back the way they’d come, then tore off down the dirt road.

“Whuff!” Nate said as he fell back into his seat.

The steering wheel was turning itself.

“What the hell--??”

“I’ll hand over control in a second!” shouted the redhead. “Just let me finish this turn!”

“W-wait a minute … how can you drive the car from the back seat?!?”

“I’ll explain later! Just grab the wheel and don’t let them catch up!”

“Don’t let who … ah, shit!” he cried as he saw red and white lights in his rear view mirror, coming fast around the curve. “This is not happening!”

The blonde in the passenger seat turned to him. “Quick, roll down the window!”

Nate’s left hand leaped reflexively to the lock and window control on his armrest, jabbing the button for the front passenger side window. Immediately, E3 leaned out, pointing her arm back toward the pursuing black sedans.

Vree-chkk!

The weird mechanical sound startled Nate, who turned to look over at his passenger …

Just as two blue-white bursts of energy shot from E3’s forearm blaster.

The car on the left stopped cold with a metal-ripping crunch, as it hit the mother of all potholes head-on.

The one on the right flipped up onto its side as E3’s second blast went off just beside the passenger door. The car skidded along on the driver’s side bodywork for about ten feet, then toppled over onto its roof. In a flash of bizarre clarity, Nate realized that the Feds’ vehicles must have had excellent roll cages, because the roof held the rest of the car’s weight, leaving the driver dazed but unharmed.

Wide-eyed and openmouthed, Nate could only stare as E3 pulled herself back into the car, a wide-barreled energy weapon compacting and folding itself back into her right arm. In moments, her skin panels were closed and locked in position, seamlessly concealing her hi-tech hardware.

The blonde fembot noticed his stare, and gave a sheepish grin, shrugging her shoulders. “Uh, well, that takes care of that problem, right?”

Nate just kept gawking, G2J taking over the wheel as they sped back towards Claremont.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!?”

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[Stephaniebot]

more wonderful lunacy. I'm looking forward to seeing how they get out of this, assuming they do of course

[tectile]

Breakin the law, Breakin the law!

Sweet!

[blake_sigma]

OOOOOOHOOHOOHOOHOO

Excitement!!!

[Bart]

I wish I would have started reading your story earlier. First I thought the title was too weird and crazy (like a cheesy 50's sci-fi movie) and I did not even bother reading it.

But WOW, it's so funny, clever, very well written!

"We just need to know where to find some heavy metal" and then the gynoids end up at a heavy metal concert, I litterally lol'd my ass off.

I can't wait to read more :o

[Teknophile]

... First I thought the title was too weird and crazy (like a cheesy 50's sci-fi movie)...

Actually, that was the whole idea.

I was going for something that would make the audience chuckle right from reading the title. For me, cheesy often = funny; I look at some old SF movies and laugh at how corny a lot of their supposedly "scary" monsters (like a guy in a giant green leech suit) or "advanced" technology (plastic flying saucers on strings) look from my present-day perspective.

[AK]

[POST REMOVED]

[Teknophile]

In light of certain discussions that have been going on and decisions reached, I'd just like to make sure that EVERYONE knows that there are no underage fembots in this or any of my stories.

All of the characters' apparent ages are 18+, and of course, some of the girls are a LOT older than they look.

Please don't ban me!!! I'm too young to ... ah, you get the idea.

[Teknophile]

Just for everyone's information, I changed a bit of dialogue in this chapter.

In the original version, E3 mentions that there's a backup copy of A7C's consciousness in the ship, so losing her to the moshers wouldn't be such a bad thing. I figured this was just a harmless little exchange, showing how E3 would be perfectly happy to leave her airheaded comrade behind.

After rereading the chapter and getting into some awkward conversations on the nature of the soul, lack of individuality, etc., I decided to take that part out.

As it stands now, Linked beings are unique individuals, and you can't just copy and replicate their core consciousness - memories, yes, but not the person themself.

I don't know if anyone actually cares about this, but at least it simplifies the plot and saves me from further philosophical arguments.

This is supposed to be a lighthearted story, not an in-depth discussion of the Technological Singularity!

[Baron]

Just for everyone's information, I changed a bit of dialogue in this chapter.

In the original version, E3 mentions that there's a backup copy of A7C's consciousness in the ship, so losing her to the moshers wouldn't be such a bad thing. I figured this was just a harmless little exchange, showing how E3 would be perfectly happy to leave her airheaded comrade behind.

After rereading the chapter and getting into some awkward conversations on the nature of the soul, lack of individuality, etc., I decided to take that part out.

As it stands now, Linked beings are unique individuals, and you can't just copy and replicate their core consciousness - memories, yes, but not the person themself.

I don't know if anyone actually cares about this, but at least it simplifies the plot and saves me from further philosophical arguments.

This is supposed to be a lighthearted story, not an in-depth discussion of the Technological Singularity!

Tek, while it might seem like petty semantics, or even just a correction of a minor stylistic detail, your fine-tuning after the fact A: shows how much you care about your work; and B: doesn't really interfere with the overall fow of the piece {which I've enjoyed tremendously, if I haven't mentioned it already}.

As for the possibility of some larger issues being raised, well, is that really a bad thing? There's been some awfully good serials popping up here recently, and I'm taken by the response some of their larger issues they raised has generated. A good work of fiction gets people talkin'. Keep up the good work, my friend! Don't sweat the petty things............and don't pet the sweaty things!!