1. The lift descending


    Date: 10/2/2014, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    bursting with anguish. After countless strained moments, she turned to face me, her cheeks now wet with tears. 'Did you ever ask why you were killing?' 'No. I follow orders. Such questions slow reactions, make me less effective.' 'But how did you know who to kill? How could you be sure?' This was a question for which I was eminently prepared. 'Fighting machines have been able to differentiate between possible targets for generations. My algorithms are flawless. The human mind is hindered by ethical considerations, whereas mine is not. From visual contact through the decision process to elimination takes millionths of a second. The target is dead before he or she knows it. The slowest part of the process is the bullet.' She fired back. 'And you have never made a mistake?' 'No. How could I?' A weary sigh and further measured breathing were her only retorts. I waited in vain for a verbal response to my simply stated certainty: as a machine for discriminate killing, I had no peer. Once again she paced around me, her voice now even and thoughtful. 'A man without a cock is tragic enough, but a man without doubt? Self-doubt is an ethical brake. Uncertainty makes for introspection and cautious forward steps...' I interrupted. 'I am always cautious. My programming allows nothing else.' Her reply was presto, perturbation seemingly sparked by a glance at the frantically spinning altimeter. 'Okay, so you have killed to certain rules and yes, perhaps you have not faltered in applying ...
    those rules. But soldier, have you never stopped to consider who made those rules, and if they themselves are not flawed?' The training manual provided my answer. 'No. I am but one link in a long chain of command. To break it would invite chaos.' Time ticked. The altimeter continued its inexorable fall. When she next spoke, her voice overflowed with despair. 'Can you not see that this is a terrible mistake? You are killing me... And yet I am on your side.' I remained impassive 'Ma'am, I am delivering you. I am following orders. What happens afterwards is not my concern.' 'Not your concern? You bloody fool!' She flung herself onto the couch, threw back her head and clawed at her scalp. For the first time, I noted the almost perfect sphericality of her tits. Dark nipples rose, chafed against her translucent shift and rose some more till they all but poked out my staring eyes. Her tiny voice broke my gaze. Its tone almost broke my heart. 'Forgive me, soldier. You are simply doing your duty.' Impossibly, within our constantly corrected and unchanging pod, the gravity seemed to flux. I grew heavier. Certainty evaporated and a leaden doubt took its stead. At arm's length, yet within my emoto-sensorial field, it seemed this woman had somehow corrupted me, undermined my ineluctable certitude. I gazed at her as she, in turn, gazed out into the greying clouds that now surrounded us. Her tears fell freely, dripped from her dimpled chin and turned the shift to gossamer; her rigid left nipple ...
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