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PRIMUS by POLYROBOTICS1

"Primus, get back here."

Not on your life uncle. Uncle, what a
joke. He needs me to collect the money.
I decide to hide in the matrix. I know
not the brightest of ideas, but it does
make it harder to be found. I enjoy the
temporary quiet. I just hope and pray my
personal plans get done. The matrix is
brought to full power. No. I am hiding
here and I don't want to be found. Damn
whoever activates this machine.

My mind is being access. I don't know who
is doing that. I better plan for the
worst-case scenario. I copy my mind to a
sex android. Never heard of them. I am
not surprise. Only the rich and deprave
can afford one. The sex android was,
until the law became involved, the top of
the line sex slaves. Now a day we build
the other types. Mostly combat models.
The primary version of the sex android
from this particular matrix had a major
flaw. It was a combat model. I don't
mean the bodyguard models, or those that
were for degrading activities such as
scatology.

No this particular unit was a full fledge
war machine. Think more along the lines
of a cold blood killer. Only in the body
of a supple female form. The reason why I
can state that this particular line was
hardly ever used is that it made 'NF
units'.

The copy is complete. My uncle must be
furious; his virus program is being
launch. Not so fast uncle. I add my copy
to the list of identities in the database.
Now then to destroy my mind with a simple
boot and nuke software. This does not
touch the autonomous functions of my body
but my mind will be erasing.

Good-bye and good luck.

***

"Your name?" says the boring assistant.

"Primus," says the NF, "date?"

"What?"

"Thank you computer. Well it looks like a
couple of years has pass. Young man has
their been a change in the company?"

"Huh?"

"I don't think I will ever get used to
this manner of communication." It seems
that the main computer has been updated
several times. Not surprising but still
rather disturbing. I can see my uncle is
about to put the company on the auction
block. "Mainframe, Did you release me?
Why?" So it seems that dad did not trust
his brother either.

"Okay Mainframe, please update my
education as much as possible. I want to
be able to at least have the current high
school education by the time I reach the
boardroom. Oh, will you see to it that I
have right clothing for the occasion.
Thank you."

I head to the faster lift. It allows me
to reach the corporate office first. I go
to the president's office. My clothes are
waiting for me. "How do I put this stuff
on Mainframe?" I watch my body move on
its own, putting on the clothes that were
laid out. I watch my self put on the
undergarments necessary for my body shape,
follow by a pants suit.

I sit in dad's chair and lower myself into
the conference room just as my uncle
brings in my old body.

"What the hell is a catgirl doing in
here?" Cry my uncle.

"Behave yourself immediately," I calmly
state.

"Do not patronize me, cunt."

"Security is on its way to remove you.
The young man there is staying. I am
sorry about this disturbance mister
chairman."

"Quite fine dear, but I must ask for your
identity."

"I am the mind of that young man,"
pointing at my old body. "While at the
same time I am a NF unit. I will take
over my company. From my master spy in
the corporation I have been informing that
you wish to take us public. I will only
allow this if you do not try to challenge
my personal projects."

"How dare you." Seems to sum up the
entire problem.

The chairman pounds his mallet for some
order. "Please tell us how you are going
to prove who you say you are."

"That is done easily with your protoge.
Well do you like the modifications to this
'Fucking snot nosed sissy ass. Bitched by
a bastard. Whore with a cocksucking
cunt.' The person that I called the
protoge, along with several others, turns
a very pasty white. "I think that will be
enough."

The chairman starts laughing. "You
definitely have your parent's attitude.
So, the answer is yes."

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