Her Cyborg Awakes (Diaspora Worlds) Read Free Page B

Qy echoed.
    Qy rested with her on the blankets that night
until it was time for his maintenance. Sabralia figured she would again tell
him the soldier visited her while he was gone, since a cyborg would not be
suspicious, but Qy came back not long after leaving.
    “Qy, why aren’t you at maintenance?” Had Alfyt
sent him for her? Her heart leaped to an uncomfortable speed.
    “The doors were locked, Mistress. I could not get
into the maintenance room. I went into the main hallway, to take a different
door, but there was much confusion.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Would you like to hear the recording?”
    “Yes.”
    Qy pressed his leg implant. Weapon blasts,
shouting, and screaming filled the night. The sounds of violence. Dread
clutched at her gut and suddenly the balmy breeze felt cold.
    “It did not look safe, Mistress.”
    “Yes… I’m sure you are right.” Her heart pounded so
hard she felt dizzy.
    There is some type of ambush in the palace!
    “I think we should move our bedding deeper into
the woods, in case the unrest comes closer,” she said. She wanted to hide, to
be safe.
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    They moved up the steep hillside into the woods,
where the canopy of the trees blocked the light of the stars, and found a small
clearing. It was frightening in the dark. Qy brought the brazier and the food
and drink basket after leaving her briefly. She dozed fitfully in his arms, too
scared of soldiers to turn on the brazier.
    In the morning, Qy returned to the palace.
Sabralia waited nervously from a spot in the trees where she could watch the
beach. He returned some time later with food stuffs.
    “Have things calmed down there?” she asked.
    “They are not running on schedule,” he replied.
“The kitchen was empty, and none of the cyborgs were cooking. I gathered
breakfast and luncheon for you, Mistress. I did not go into the main rooms,
just like you instructed. The maintenance room was still locked.”
    She did not know what to think. “Very good, Qy.”
    Sabralia spent a nervous day in the woods, not
daring to go down to the beach for a swim. Qy sat on a small rise some distance
away, watching the beach and distant palace. A few ships blasted into orbit
from the spaceport on the far side of the forest, the roar filling the woods
and making her heart thunder. What is happening?
    Towards evening they saw smoke rising, either on
the far side of the palace or one of the outbuildings just beyond.
    “Should I investigate?” Qy asked. “Alfyt has not
summoned me for duty all day.”
    “No, Qy, it looks like more unrest. Alfyt must
have other duties in an emergency. I think you should remain with me. Perhaps
my soldier will come and tell us what is happening.”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    The sun went down. The smell of smoke was stronger
for awhile, until the cool evening breeze from the sea pushed the smoke farther
away. Sabralia wondered what was happening to the women—were they safe? Were
they dead? None had come along the beach. Exhausted, she finally slept, wrapped
in the blankets and her cyborg’s arms.
    ***
    Kaistril dreamed. A woman was in his arms…his
Mistress Sabralia, with her dark hair, dark blue eyes, and white soft skin. His
cock roared into hardness. He tightened his arms around the woman, pulling her
closer…she was so sweet, smelling of flowers, her soft bottom cradled his
straining member…
    Something is wrong. His eyes snapped open in a
starless night and he sat up so fast he swayed, dizzy. They were on a cushioned
pallet in thick woods. A body was pressed tight against him and he knew it was
his Mistress Sabralia. They were hiding from…unrest.
    Something is wrong.
    My name is Kaistril.
    No! I am Qy, in service to my mistress.
    He couldn’t remember…but Kaistril seemed right.
    He shook his head to try and clear his confusion.
The air reeked of smoke. The fire, soldiers, danger, weapons… His head ached,
as did his stomach. He was thirsty. He reached into Sabralia’s food