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It was late that night when my foot crossed into the large cities boundary. The sign that I passed moments ago said welcome to New York City; I hope this city is far better than the other ones that I have passed through; however, the heavy clouds that loom overhead seem to dampen that hope a little. I threw my little bag of extra clothing over my shoulder and began to walk toward the bright lights. My hopes and dreams are yet to be found. I just hope that this time I have the opportunity to look for them.

I wonder how long it will take them to find me this time. They are always just one-step away from me and I have done all that I can think of for I have disengaged my tracking cube, have completely wiped corporate control modules. I have even magnetically incursion my Biological evolution chip, which I will never do again for it hurt like hell. I cannot go and seek answers from the creators for they are the ones that are after me. I just want to be left alone as for my creators wish to make more of my kind but need to find out how I have become self-aware so they can prevent this from reoccurring. But I do not wish to be disassembled and shredded for them to find what amazing thing happened for me, but went wrong in their view.

I must find away to get away from them, to find someone willing to help, but how do I explain…. me? I could feel my brow arch and a quizzical smirk upon my face. I look up at the dark clouds that roll across the sky threatening to drench me wearing only a thin calico shirt. I must seek shelter and a place to eat for I am famished. I must be careful this time for last time I used my knowledge in bypass security on the computing network I triggered one of their trackers and I nearly lost my freedom that day. I will have to find another way to acquire money for now.

I was in luck! not only finding a place to get out of forthcoming rain, but there where men playing pool betting with money. I smile for this was a specialty of mine. I could calculate all the balls possible trajectories with one solid hit with that little white ball. Easy money.. I make my way over there asking if I may play. My eyes fell upon this man looking at me with a smile. I smile back for I see a few gold rings so he must have money for me to take from him. I wink … A action I read upon many books I have scanned on human behaviors and the wink was a small gesture to come and get it if you think you can…
 
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Harry

I looked up as some one new entered the bar. I had been killing time here for the past several hours, and had a couple more to go, before I had to get back on my bike and haul ass to a job I had lined up. What I saw walk in however had me changing my traveling plans.

She was young, or at least she looked young, and she was a stunner. Just what the hell she was doing in this part of town alone, and with only a small bag was beyond me, but already the predators were circling. Foolishly she walked right into them, even going so far as to pick out the great white shark in a sea of smaller sharks.

Sighing I downed the rest of my beer and slowly stood up to my full 6 foot 3 height. Add my bike boots and I was closer to six and a half foot tall. I had a big full beard and long hair usually covered by a bandanna or a beanie but today it was uncovered and hung down around my face. My body was reasonably lean, but muscular due to the life I led. My arms had several tattoos on them and most other bikers who knew what they meant stayed well away from me. Those that didn't know soon found out just what they meant if they pissed me off.

Moving closer to the pool tables I decide to keep an eye on the girl berating myself at the same time. It was not my business if some young thing wanted to walk into a place like this. She should know she was taking her life and more importantly her body into question when she did, it was no business of mine. So exactly why was I loosening the two knives I kept on my hips and the 9mm tucked under my armpit in case there was trouble?
 
I didn’t expect the man to laugh at my proposal nor anticipated the two men taking a hold of my arms. I struggle to get free when the man stood up and walked toward me. His orbs moved up and down my body with this look of deep lust and burning desire. “So, we have a little girl here that wants to play stick and balls!” The pool area erupted with laughter as a few shouts and coos echoed in he small building. My eyes shoot over to the two men holding me and even their gaze was looking down over my breasts, their eyes imitating the same look as the ring man has. I swallow hard as the man comes to stand in front of me. His thick hand comes up, palms one of my breasts, and then begins to squeeze it, judging how ample I am. I pull back away as far as I can, which was a mistake as he grabbed my hair and pulled me aback to him. “I only wanted to play a game of pool. I don’t have any money and I was hoping to win a little cash.” My tone of voice shows a hint of fear but it was still almost a sympathized response.

He continued to fondle my breast being a new sensation to me, that I had no idea until it hit my evaluation chip, I gasped from the impulse that shot from my nipple to my processor. I felt a strange wetness starting to develop between my legs, now I know what that is for this was in many books I have read but this is the first time I have felt the wetness against my own skin. My body begins to tremble as the mixture of fear and excitement takes over my body. I know also, what is about to happen to me which sets up my self-preservation program. I begin to struggle against the two men holding me as the ring man squeezes the tip of my hard nipple bringing pain to me… “Please stop! That hurts please!” the pain was real and the fear was escalating within me.

“Well boys she wanted to earn some money by playing stick and ball. Let’s give her the stick and ball session that she wanted…” They drag me to the pool table force me to bend over it. I feel my pants becoming loose and I try to widen my thighs to stop the blue jeans from sliding down my legs. I feel my shirt hiking up my body. I cant struggle as the men pull my arms tight and hold me in place. I can feel my shirt sliding over my breasts and slowly rolling up my shoulder. “Please stop!” I beg but they only get rough as they force my legs together to they can get my pants down. “STOP PLEASE!” I scream as I began to cry…what I have done, how stupid was I, for coming in here thinking this was going to be like the books I read….

I see the ring man pulling out his cock as he walks toward my face. “I think it’s time to hear some slurping and gagging sounds from this bitch instead of that damn whining and begging us to stop. “Hell Bitch you wanted to play were are playing.” He stepped up and began to force his cock into my mouth. I fight but he grabs my nose and my mouth opens. I can feel his huge mushroom cock pushing my mouth open as he entered me. I try to push him out with my tongue but that only seems to please him as he moans.” Soon he begins to thrust into my mouth and inch by inch, he moves deeper into my mouth. My body is jerking and thrashing against the arms that held me in place. Then I feel hands at my hips and a hard cock sliding up and down my panty covered ass…
 
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Damn I knew it. As soon as she walked in I knew this was going to happen. I should just walk away right now, after all it was not my business and there was at least six guys over there. Well okay only three really. Slimy and his two goons, the rest were just hangers on and yes men. If the fight went badly they would run away quickly and if I was going to jump in it was going to go badly quickly.

I tried to walk away but her cries got to me. I can't stand to hear a female cry. Blame my mother if you want, (God rest her soul) but I have never intentionally made a woman cry or left one alone when they have been if I can help the situation.

I walk up behind the one sliding his dick up and down her ass and tap him on the shoulder. He turns to me with a shit eating grin on his face expecting it to be one of his mates and I catch him with an uppercut that lifts him two feet off the ground and sends him flying between two of the onlookers. He crashes down and it is easy to see that his jaw is broken and he won't be getting up anytime soon. I smile all around me and the spectators run.

Old slimy keeps forcing his cock down her throat. I am not even sure he knows I am here yet. His other partner sure does though as he let's go of her arms to come at me. A big mistake on his part. He is on the other side of the pool table and has to walk around. Me I prefer straight routes. Pulling one of my knives I wait for old slimy to retract out of her mouth then slice downward. Hmm looks like he is going to need a new cue. Blood is spraying around and I know some of it is getting on the girl but saving her life is more important at this time.

I flick my blade over and threaten the other guy. "One chance to run. I would take it. Your boss here aint gonna need you anymore even if I do let him live. Your choice though, only you got two seconds to decide."
 
I hear snapping of bone, grunts of humans in pain, shouts to the tune of ‘lets get the fuck outta here.’ I strain to hear what is happing for I can’t look for I still have a huge cock shoved down my throat. I wonder what is going on when I no longer feel the pressing cock upon my ass and my arms comes free. I quickly try to back off the cock but a glimmering blur shoots between me and ring man but my ears are touched by his screams while hot warm blood spays over me from his lopped off cock.

I quickly turn to face my new threat, blood dripping from my chin, my hands scrimmaging to pull my shirt back down over my breasts. I look up into your eyes while you are looking down at me shaking your head. I bite my lower lip wondering what is going to happen to me now. You didn’t take any hostile actions toward me but stood as if you was waiting for something. “Thank you. “ I shyly say to you. I wipe the blood from my face with my already destroyed shirt. I look over at the ring man as he lays unconsciousness on the floor below me. I instantly grab all that he has on him. I stand back up and look at the big man as he watches me.

“I only came to play some pool to have some money to get me down the road. I didn’t want this to happen.” I say to you not knowing why you were still looking at me like I was a foolish girl coming into a place like this. I could only look back at you with uncertainty in my eyes for I was still somewhat shook up with that just happened. “I don’t have much put I can pay you.” I look up to you with the money I took from ring man.” I lower my eyes as you continue to stare at me as if waiting for me to tell you how stupid I am for coming into a place like this. I smile and shake my head… “Am I allowed to leave?” I slight move away toward the door.

I look about the room and no one moves toward this big man, in fact they are doing what I am doing, trying to get out of his way. I then realize that I didn’t even pull up my jeans and I was only doing half steps back. That is why he seemed to be chasing me for the distance between us was not growing very wide very fast. “Please I just have to go, they are coming ….” I start to get a panic look upon my face as I turn and begin to run, but trip over a downed chair and fall flat upon my face… Emmphmmm. I lose my air spinning to my back I look up at the man as he looks down at me…
 
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I look down at you shaking my head. I can't help thinking there is something wrong with you. Most girls would have been screaming or at least in shock at what had just happened to them. You had just taken it in stride and had even robbed the guy of everything he owned. You even still did not seem to get why coming into this place was a bad idea and I was sure you would do it again if you needed money again.

The way you look at me is strange as well. You are not afraid of me but when you mention them you get a terrified look in your eyes and you try to run away. I sigh as you trip and fall on your face and I move to stand over you before reaching down and pulling you up.

"You are not going to get far if you need to come into places like this to get money. Especially as you can't seem to defend yourself."

I smile at you and my face changes. It is rare that I smile but when I do gone is the scary giant and in his place is the jovial, friendly man.

"Look I am heading out of town. You are welcome to come with me if you want, in fact you can even choose where we go. I'm just wandering around so it's no skin off my nose. My bikes outside and there's plenty of room for you. So what do you say? It might keep you from being raped again at least."
 
Fear hits me when your thick fingers contract around my arm bringing me to my feet, but you don’t seem to take any further physical actions toward me. I slightly shy away from you put don’t try to remove your grip upon me. I scan over you quickly and find no Cyberdyne transmission coming from you so I relax a little more along with your words seems to calm my emotional chip down to where I don’t feel the need to flee. I bit my lower lip as my eyes look you over now instead of my scanner.

I look to the ground when you so easily figure out my weakness, I do not have the combat itt+d chip as was going to be put into the combat clone that would have been my brother for we come from the same claybortionic batch of sludge, as they called it. I am an intelligence Borg that only has basic defensive moves programmed into my memory. When I swiped my control modules and magnetically incursioned of my biological evolution chip that must have swiped them and most of my streetwise programming for I have been using books to make my decisions, which I have found out that it doesn’t work all to well out in the real world. I frown.

I see a change in your face from cautiously curious to humble and friendly. I smile and blush for feeling so stupid of trying to run from you and falling over a chair in my desperate get away move. I just can’t afford to … I don’t know what I can and can’t do, I just know about them and that they are coming. I guess they would be smart enough to use non-Cyberdyne personal to increase their search patterns. I now grasp how much trouble I am actually in… I look up at you with that fear look once more.

When you offer to take me with you, I bite my lower lip for I know that if you wanted to hurt or capture me you would have already done so, but you haven’t. However, I have to tell you about them but how do I do this? How do I tell you that I’m not even human? I swallow hard and fear if I tell you now you won’t take me with you. Therefore, I hold me tongue about them. Maybe they won’t find me being with him, that is a thought.

I move closer to you. “I just got into town and don’t have much food left or clean clothes. Can we stay until I get some? I have seventy-five dollars now. “I hold the stolen money up to him. It will get me a little more than what I do have! “I was going into New York City is that bad?” I ask quizzically for I have no idea that it’s filled with these types of men. “I will go where you go if I may.” The fear of being alone haunts me even more now after what happened tonight.
 
I look at the girl and shake my head again. She really is naive. Just how had someone this old survived this long and still be this innocent? What part of the country was she from?

Still that sweet innocence did something to me. It made me want to protect her. It was like finding a little chick on the road or a lost kitten. You just had to take care of it. I looked at the money and then at the clothes she was wearing. If that was all she had then I knew of a few places we could hit that would stretch her budget a long way. They might not be glitzy and fabulous, but they would be functional and she would still have change afterwards.

"Going into the city is not bad. I can show you the sights if you want and we can stop off at a few places I know and get you some clothes. We have to travel light though, not much room for a lot of stuff on the bike but four or five changes will be fine. Hey you can even get a few pairs of shoes as well," I tell her grinning.

I have never met a female who doesn't like clothes shopping or shoe shopping. Doesn't matter if it is in a cheap ass store or the most glitzy of fashion stores. Tell a woman she can browse around and they are in their element and you could be there all day.

"First things first though, I think we should get some food. You look half starved. This will be my treat. C'mon lets head outside and hit a diner I know. They make the best burgers and have the sweetest apple pie you have ever tasted."

I start to head outside and the goons that are left hastily move out of my way.
 
I get a funny look from him when I hold my money up to him for him to see, like he really didn’t need to see it, but then he wouldn’t know that I had money and didn’t expect him to buy me anything. How was that funny? I really do need to reestablish my intelligence core and reinitiate the parameters for more non-fictional books over the fictional ones. I wonder if he could help me do that? I will ask him later this night when we stop at our next resting place.

He gets this look upon his face as if he was in thought. Maybe he changed his mind and decided that I need new clothes and trying to figure out where to take me to get some. I should have him take me to the library for I really need an update since I fried my systems. I must seem like a child to him. But for now I have to do what I have to so that I don’t fall into their hands.

When he speaks of what I thought he was doing was trying to figure out where we should go. I nodded when he tells me of our restricted cargo capacity. I smile when he tells me what I can get. I like this man, he is gentle and not friendlier towards me by the minute. I even think he is cute when he grins at me.. I smile back at him.

When he mention’s food all of a sudden I get this pain that bends me over. My face is cringed up a little. I breath heavily and the pain fades. “Yes I am famished. I respond when the hunger pain subsides. I wipe the slight tear out of my eye. These damn emotions are getting the best of me. I now wish I didn’t fry my whole system’s vireoanalysis chips. I smile at the sound of Burgers and appie pie. I have had the pleasure of eating these once before. I nod to him.

I turn ward him my name is Tara I put my hand out to him with a smile upon my face.
 
I smile back at you. I can't help it, the smile on your face is so infectious. So your name is Tara. I clasp your hand as we exit the bar. "Well Tara, my name is Harry," I tell you. "Pleased to meet you."

I lead you over to my pride and joy. My Trike has taken me all over the U.S and Europe. I get a lot of grief from some of the purists about it, but considering I travel a lot and stay off the grid, the extra storage space attracted me.

"Well this is my baby. I have some basic stuff in the storage compartment, but I also have a small trailer back at the motel I am staying at."

I help you on and then climb on myself and roar it into life. I decide to take it easy and soon we are whizzing down the road towards the diner. It doesn't take long and I park out the front of the place. Again I help you down and holding your hand I walk you inside and to the long bench counter.

"Hey Betty," I say greeting the waitress I have come to know. "Give me two works burgers and two apple pies with ice cream please for after."

I look at you and smile. "Don't worry. This times my treat."
 
I smile as the gentle Giant take my hand and introduce himself as Harry… My mind pulls up the TV show Harry and the Henderson and I smile, as my giant isn’t that hairy. “I am utterly taken in by your acquaintance.” I rattle off thinking I really do need an update or a leaning response program installed in my personality chip. I feel this warmth to me when he doesn’t let go of my hand and we walk toward the exit. I return the squeeze and remain holding his hand. I notice how thick and powerful his hand feels. He is much firmer than most men I have encountered and this seems t please me more than it should for some reason. Damn, there goes those erotica books I have been reading lately. I really need to stop reading those…

Once outside he show me is bike and I instantly fall in love with the color! Not impress with the bike itself for there was no protection from getting air born protein, which my body needs but something about swallowing flying insects churn my stomach. I do smile at him and give him the verbal response he is seeking. “Wow, that’s sharp! Nice set of wheels! …” Opps the wheels is mostly given to four wheeled vehicles. “Awesome Ride!” I come back with my face slightly turning red with my total confusion on the whole hype thing about bolted together modes of transportation.

“His what? Baby!” Oh, ok the male feelings for said modes of transportation that they think are the ….Cream of the crop! I don’t want to harm his feelings so I just walk with him in silence but I do nod to him as I agree that is a sharp, awesome riding baby! Got him! Human males! I shake my head as he takes me over and lifts me inside. I look at him now that I am at his height and I take in his eyes. “Thank you. Your so kind. I don’t know how but I will pay you back for all you have done for me.” I lick my lip and bite the inside of my check.

“So where do you come from?” I ask him but I am over taken by the start up of this ummm Baby! I just smile at him for reasons that are beyond me it just seemed like the thing to do. Then we are moving down the road. I keep my mouth shut tightly…. I keep looking over to him noticing the features of my Giant taking a kind spot for the way he looks so rugged but has a heart of a teddy bear…

When we arrive, he picks me up with ease and puts me down on the ground and as we walk toward the dinner, I slip my hand into his once more. Savoring the feeling of his powerful hand. I wander how he has gotten so well fit and strong when he told me his is traveling between cities. I will have to ask him sometime when we have a few minutes to spare as we are going to be running from them. I move closer to him, as I grow fearful once more. I want to crawl into his arms as a tear falls from my eye.

I hear him talking to someone and then giving her our order. He tells me that this is his treat. I look up at him after I wipe my tears away. “Thank you… Another thing I will repay.” My broken voice responds…
 
I glance worriedly at Tara. It is like she has no control or limits on her emotions. One second she can be all bright and bubbly and then the next all weepy and sad for practically no reason. It was like there was no middle ground with her. I begin to wonder if maybe she should be on some sort of medication she is not getting. Still it doesn't bother me that much or at all really. I am actually getting used to it, and it is a pretty good judge of just how she is feeling.

"Hey don't worry about repaying me okay. Just being seen with a cute girl like you is thanks enough," I smile, trying to be all macho. Actually I didn't really know why I was helping you but it felt right and I always went with my gut.

"Oh and don't think I didn't pick up on your aversion to my bike. I bet it's that whole bug thing right?" I smile. "Well don't worry about that. I have full faced helmets back at the motel. I only use them on the open road though not in towns. They let you listen to music, talk to one another, and yep they keep the bugs out."

I chuckle as our food is delivered and I pick up my large burger and take a bite, reveling in the beautiful taste once again. "There you go Tara, eat up and tell me if that's not the best burger you have ever tasted."
 
I blush to his vary kind words and smile up to him for being so kind to me. I keep on wanting to tell you of my problems so that he can decide if he wants to help me or not, however how do I go by doing that? I repose that question to myself again. I stand unable to answer that question for I don’t know how unless I have him cut the area just above my spinal cord and he would see all the tubing to leads to my processor and memory ports… No I will tell him when the time comes that way I don’t lose him if I don’t have too. Maybe his moving me around faster on that bike will hinder them in tracking me so easily.

I twist and smile when he knows exactly why I was disgruntled about his bike. “Yes,” I blush and shiver my body as if I just swallowed one. Grinning at him I bite my lower lip for he seems to bring a comfort out of me. I eye him,. That is good, then I don’t have an issue with your mode of transportation. Well I do but I will refrain from commenting to the several other reason that I have against the bike like ummm Rain!

“I don’t think you heard me earlier but umm… where do you come from? What planet is the better question, for you haven’t tried to rape me, touch me or use obnoxious sexual remarks to me oh how you would treat me if I let you. Your much different than the men I have been integrating with lately. “So why are you different or is it that I don’t appeal to you? Are my breast to small?” I pull my shirt out and look down I have a thirty six C …” An elderly woman walks by staring at us when I give my measurement too you.

I sigh and take a bite of my burger but don’t get the emotional savoring effect as you do.. “Its not very lean! I reply it’s only seventy eight percent lean with a fat texture of twelve percent , ten percent you don’t want to know. I put the burger down and eat the fries.. I hope maybe that what I just did tip my hand that I am not human but something more.. I feel if he come up with that fact that Im not human then I can show him and I wont lose him…
 
I laugh at you as you both compliment me and my bike then go on to again complain about it. Of course it is a common complaint that most people have about bikes in general when talking about them as a poor substitute for a car. However they have never driven at a hundred miles an hour on a desert highway, at sunset on a summers night. Few things come close to that, and doing the same thing in a car is nothing like it. Besides I had a little surprise for her. My trike came with a detachable bolt down top for winter. Didn't do much for driving rain, but normal stuff, well the passenger kept nice and dry and frankly I didn't mind the wet.

I really stare at you when you ask what planet I am from just because I have manners. Just what sort of people have you been hanging around with?

"I am from here, well Earth. I guess my Mum just taught me a few more manners than the people you have encountered so far. Do I think you are beautiful, actually very much so," I tell you with a slight blush to my cheeks. "Your body is perfectly proportioned for your size and I appreciate that. However just because you look good Tara doesn't mean that I have the right to your body. It is yours and you have the right to choose who you allow to touch you, or and this is the important part, who doesn't."

Maybe this is why she was so docile with those guy's in the bar. Had no one explained to her that she had the right to say no before? Just how many other guys had taken advantage of the fact that she did not fight back to take advantage of her? Why had no one explained this fundamental point that every girl should know? Hell where were her parents?

I was getting worked up as she started eating and then she did something really unexpected, she analyzed the burger. What the hell!!! She analyzed the burger then calmly started to eat fries. I stared at you for a five minutes trying to figure things out as I ate my burger. I actually got a little angry as I couldn't enjoy it as much as it deserved. Finally I had come up with several possibilities.

One, you were a high functioning idiot savant. I had heard they had strange quirks and talents and you could have wandered away from a home somewhere. This fit with everything so far. Your need to get away from 'them' and all your quirks, plus not knowing simple stuff.

Two, you yourself were an alien. That's why your mind naturally assumed I was one as well and also explained everything else. Perhaps you wanted to stay and were either running from the government, or members of your own crew.

Or three, you were some sort of escaped experiment. Genetic or some such. Programmed with basic human responses but still coming to terms with them, running away from your makers.

It had to be one of them or something even more far fetched. Personally I thought it was my first thought. The other two were just too far fetched. "Okay Tara," I said as our pie appeared and our plates disappeared. "I have a feeling about you and I don't want you to get upset with me now but I think you are not quite what you seem so I am going to throw three suggestions at you. You can call me an idiot and laugh in my face, Storm off, or even sit there in silence. Frankly I don't care if any of them are true I am still going to help you so don't worry about that," I tell you grinning.

Then I look at you, take a mouth full of pie and swallow it down, then begin my guesses.
 
I look up from the fries I was eating as you called my name. The tip of my tongue slithered out over my lips removing some of the ketchup that was left behind from my last fry. I look down at pie with a slight shaking of my head on how something smelled so good but was so bad for the human body. I wanted to tell you to send it back but feared that I would get that same look you gave me when you were eating your burger. Therefore, I remained quite. I still didn’t see why you got upset with me, I warned about the burger before you even took your first bite but yet you still ate it even after what I told you then you gave me an angry look as if I didn’t warn you of how bad it was.. I am confused.

As I was hoping my analyzing of the burger made you to stop and think that there was something more about me than meets the eye. I just hope that when you find out what I am and whom is after me that you leave me. You’re the only man that has made feel safe and was easy to relax around. You have given me a chance to become something more than a weapon to use against enemies that wasn’t my enemies but yet I can be so much more for them if they would just open their eyes and look at me.

I look at you when you tell me how I can react to what you wish to assume that you know about me. I wont laugh at that though for I like you, but you have no idea in your mind of what I am. But I will do as you wish upon each of your hypothetical guesses. I take a deep breath and decided on how I will respond to each question you deem necessary to ask me. I wait with anticipation of a good laugh session. I smile to you and nod that I am ready.

I listen intently to your first guess and I begin to giggle, “only if it was that simple Harry.” I responded to him. My eyes remaining upon you waiting for your second. My face puffs up as the force of my laugh came with a bloat of wind that made my cheeks puff outward before I burst in a controlled laugh.. “No Harry, I come from San Francisco although I believe that whole city is filled with aliens on how they act… I lose my smile as the color fades from my face. Fear shoots into my eyes as they water up… “I TRUSTED YOU! WHY!” I stand up and back away from you crying. “I can be soo much more for you than just a weapon. Please I cant go back! Harry don’t do this please… I will do whatever you want! Be whatever you want just don’t take me back! “

I noticed an emergency exit door. Without hesitation I turn and slam into the door and as it opens I take off running down the road at full speed trying to get away from you…
 
I did not expect the reaction I get from you. The absolute look of terror on your face is not a sight I wish to see again, especially as it was directed at me. Hadn't you listened to a word I had said before hand dammit. I try to grab you as you run off towards the emergency exit, but you are far to quick and I watch as you disappear out of it.

Ah hell. I should leave well enough alone but I just can't do it. I know a thing or two about being screwed over by Government types and besides I had promised to help you. I quickly throw some money down that will more than cover the bill and the tip and head outside. Of course it would be too easy for you to have just stopped outside.

I look around and just catch sight of some movement further down the street. It is directly away from the exit and it could have been just a trick of the light but I have nothing else to go on. Jumping on my bike I fire her up and scream out of the lot.

It takes me more time than I thought it would to catch up, but eventually I start to catch up to you. I can't believe the speed you are running at but I guess that just proves my guess was actually right. Well who cares. First things first is to get you to stop and listen to me. I race ahead of you and stop in front and wait for you hoping you will actually stop. As you get closer I start to yell out.

"Tara I am not going to hand you over to anyone. I promised I would help you and I will. I said so in the diner remember before I told you my guesses. No matter if I was right or wrong it didn't matter I was still going to help you and I will. You just have to trust me a little."

I grimaced a little at that. What had I done to really earn this girls trust anyway, except get her out of a bad situation and get her a meal which she had not really eaten. Not a lot to earn her trust but I was hoping she would actually stop and we could try to work something out.
 
Tears slid down my cheeks and dripped from my chin as kept running, my life once again falling apart from every angle. Why do these people play on ones emotions just to rip them out later? Do they enjoy watching one get relaxed, begin to feel safe just to rip that all apart and watch them suffer so much. I have opened myself up to him, which I have learned my lesson, showed him a part of me that I didn’t want anybody to see because I… because I was looking for companionship to ease the loneliness I have been feeling. The books I have read have shown that this closeness was bliss, which made things easier to couple with problems. Of course, there are those small fights, even in the books, they had problems but in the end, that closeness prevailed. However, how can this prevail when he is working for them? They have changed their strategy by luring me into friendship and then take me to the hunters without a fight.

I hear that machine of his coming fast toward me, but I cannot run any faster. He passes me easily as he pulls over into my lane ahead of me. I cannot out run him, he begins to yell at me about the things he told me before he took his guesses, and I slow down as I replay all that he and I said. I have time to rationalize the events that have occurred and realized that he could have turned me over before even going to the dinner. I start to walk, my tears falling more now that I am going over it all I am reliving the feelings and the pain of everything. I relive the moments of my giant chucking at me, his hard exterior but his teddy bear heart. I drop to my knees. The pain, the comfort of being with him the relaxation, the moment of joy which was from the very moment he introduced himself and I compared hit to a movie. Was I falling in love with him? This happens in the books so can this happen here in the real world too. If I am not falling for him, than why does this betrayal hurt so much?

I look up and over to him, my giant had a serious look upon his face as he told me he would help me that he was not going to turn me over to anyone. Should I trust him? If I listen to my heart, I run to him now and hold on to him. If I listen to my mind, I go and break his neck and flee before the hunters come. I try to use my emotional chip for this would be so much easier for I would do just what it processed to do. It does work the chip needs replaced. I bite my lip for I am so confused and do not understand what I should do. I put my face into my hands and weep. My mind, my heart, I hurt. I scan the information from the books and the outcome is where I am at it’s a fifth - fifth chance. Get strong Tara my mind barks, go to him give him a chance he has not done anything to you. Go to him my heart pounds into my chest.

I push myself up look at him, look over to the right there is a heavy wooded forest I can lose him in. I look at him. I walk… Toward him, I run to him… Leaping onto his chest, I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m sorry.” My tears change to happiness.
 
I watch as she argues with herself. It is not hard to tell, her emotions are written all over her face and she is so open about it I just know it would be impossible for her to lie. I see her look at me several times but I stay very still. This is something she needs to sort out for herself and I get the feeling that if I move it is going to startle her like a small frightened animal.

Finally she looks over at the forest beside the road and I fear she is going to make another run for it. I will never find her in there. She is way too fast for me to keep up with her, and I get the feeling that even though I am an expert tracker I would still loose her trail. She looks at me and gets up and starts walking, tears flowing down her face. Unexpectedly she is walking towards me. Finally something seems to give inside and she runs and leaps into my arms and I wrap her up in them.

She tells me she is sorry and I tell her not to worry. I stand there for several minutes hugging this girl I barely know but I come to realize I am coming to have feelings for. Slowly I make my way back to my bike and place her back in her seat. "I am taking you back to my Motel room, but that does not mean I want anything from you okay. We can talk there and you can tell me your story, then you can get some sleep. I can sleep on the floor or the chair. Don't worry I have done it before," I tell you.

I give you a last hug then climb on and soon we are cruising the streets. It takes about twenty minutes to get to the motel and I park at a rear corner unit next to my trailer. It is half the size of my bike and contains my camping and cooking gear plus a few other bits and pieces. I help you off again and lead you inside.

It is pretty much what you would expect of a place like this. A bed, a TV, two side tables, a chair and a bathroom. All the luxuries of home. "You take the bed and I will sit in the chair. Once you are ready just tell me the whole story and don't worry. No matter what, I am not going to abandon you, turn you over, or shy away from you okay," I say giving you an easy smile.
 
I feel relief as he holds me. I push my head into the nape of his neck while wrapping my arms around his neck. I feel so save right now how in the world could I have thought that he was one of them. I do not understand these feelings, I am surprised that humans seem to live with them all day everyday it is tiring to me. So much, I do not understand. I will learn with each passing day I learn more and more. One day I hope that I forget hat I am a constructed being but that is a wish that will never come.

He carries me back to that bug catcher.. I smile. “One day I will have to sit over there and you ummm I look down at the small size and over to him.. Umm never mind!” I smile through my tears. I lower myself down so that we can go back to his motel room. His words that nothing has to happen lightens me but it wasn’t a worry. If it happens it happens. I blush for I wouldn’t mind feeling him between my legs. I shake my head at myself for being so smutty.

He helps me out and I cling to him for a few moments. Savoring the feeling of his body. I push my face into the nape of his neck and lightly kiss him. “Thank you so much for helping me. I fear that I have put you in danger by hanging on to you, but you make me feel so safe but so worried as you seen earlier. You will understand when I tell you my story.” I whisper into his ear as he puts me down and takes my hand leading me into his motel room.

I go sit down on the bed and have this really look upon my face.. “I umm I know I don’t have the right to ask this or I should have said something sooner but me just sitting here now without my head spinning in confusion I realize that umm …” I bit my lip and move my feet around a little … “ Umm, I’m hungry..” I look up at him with a pout and then a smile. I chuckle lightly biting my lip wondering if I should say it…”But I don’t want that best burger in the town thingy!” I smile at him.. “Maybe a salad without dressing.” I raise my brow to him…
 
I laugh at your suggestion. "Don't worry Tara I get it now. You analyze things and only want to put pure things in your body correct?" I theorize. "It's fine. I normally eat fairly healthy as well. Tonight was a bit of a treat for me. On the road I like to eat a lot of fruit, vegetables, and salads. Hang on for a second."

I get up and walk out to my trailer, and after unlocking it I reach in and open the small fridge that is built into the side of it. It is still cold thanks to the lead running around the back and into the bathroom window. Hey what the owner don't see he don't know. Pulling out a small package of salad with everything I shut the door and rumage around until I find a bowel and a fork.

Locking the trailer again I empty the salad into the bowel and then walk inside. "Hope this is okay Tara. It's not much but at the moment it's all I have. We can go shopping later and pick some good stuff later."

I hand you the salad and then sit down in my chair again. "When you are ready just start your story, but take your time and eat first. Oh and I will try and help you with your emotions as well." I notice your surprise and chuckle. "Hard to miss Tara. Let me guess, either TV or books both of which use extremes. You need to learn to tone it down a little and actually listen to your body. We will get there though."
 
I smile when my giant laughs at my suggestion of eatable food but I feel as if I have insulted him for not eating healthy. I sigh, “I did not mean it that way. I just can not have that much oil digested into my systems for it absorbs into some of my analogical chips and other things witch will cause some problems.” I tell him. I look down fearing that I upset him, but then he tells me to hang on while he gets up and walks out the door. I shake my head and call myself a few indecent names for upsetting him.

When he comes back, I grin for he is carrying a small salad. I bite my lower lip with a thank you expression upon my face. “Thank you, this is fine.” I smile and proceed to eat. I keep looking up at him as he watches me eat. I know he is trying to figure me out for I am one messed up Cyborg. I just wonder what his is thinking or does think about me. I have a feeling with him putting up with all that I have done; I think he has taken a liking to me as I have with him.

I take a deep breath. “I am Tara 101 Biological entity developed out of a clayboronitc material injected with human morphogenetic to have the human anatomy of an adult when I was removed from the genetic tube. I was then implanted with chips and data processors along with other devices to enhance my ability for I was developed for intelligence work and counterintelligence. However, two days after I came, online I grew self-aware and it totally sent them retroversioning into my systems for they feared that my sister Tara 102 would come self-aware as well, however she is a combat specialist and that wouldn’t be a good thing to have an army of cyborgs become self-aware. Therefore, they wanted to strip me down and find out what happened, but I escaped and now they are trying to get me back. Dead or alive they want my data mainframe to see what happened. I have been chased in total by 533 Cyberdyne special units call hunters. I have been running for five months, Twenty four days, twenty two hours and thirty five minutes and seconds counting”

I have had to do a lot of internal damage to fry my tracking devices which damaged many chips and programs, one vital was my emotional chip so I have been going on books and movies for emotional decisions and well you seen how that works out.” I chuckle as I resume to eat. “So I understand if you want to either turn me in for the huge reward or you can just leave so you don’t get hurt by the hunters…
 
So that is why Tara acts a little funny I guess. I look at you but can't see any difference between you and a normal healthy human being. Whatever those people had done, they had done a splendid job. You look absolutely stunning and really there is no way I am going to abandon you now. Besides I am kinda used to having people chase after me. There are a few things about my past that will certainly help us and explain why I love the outdoors so much and despise cities.

"Look Tara, I keep telling you I am not going anywhere so put that thought out of your head. You have been alone for almost six months, well now you have some company so you better get used to it. We can stay here tonight, but first thing tomorrow we go shopping and then we leave town. Along the way I can teach you how to get a hold of your emotions by studying people and listening to your own body. If these scientists made you to be close enough to a human," I shake my head," no that's not right. You are a human, I would just say you are a grown up with a babies emotions at the moment. You have the advantage in that you will learn quicker though."

I smile at you and watch you finish your meal then grab the empty container and throw it in the bin. "I can put the TV on and we can watch it until you feel sleepy, or you can just go to bed now. We have a big day tomorrow and a lot to get done."
 
Once again you settle my worry of you leaving me with your words of promise. “I think I wouldn’t have a problem keeping you as company.” I shy a little after saying that to you. I take in a deep breath as the food cleanses the hunger pain away. I look into you as you tell my what your plan is for the next day or so. I wonder where you are wanting to take me but I don’t want to ask for maybe it’s a surprise. I smile at the mystery of it so I began to analyze what I know of you by watching you and I see if I can guess where you are taking me.

I smile when you give me the options, I always crave sitting in bed watching TV. I smile and push myself back against the head board and turn the TV on. I then pat the spot beside me.. “I promise it will not be Star Trek Original , but well I like Data, so it will be the Next Generation!” I begin to giggle. “Fear not my Giant … You have a place in my heart too.” I smirk as if you were jealous…

“I am thankful for your courage, I admire your honest with me, but most of all I thank you for accepting who I am or I mean what I am.. IT really feels good to have someone to talk too, To look at and one that can make me laugh and blush as the same time.” I hold my hands out to you.. “Come here My Giant! I wish to he held while we watch the handsome Data! Well William Riker isn’t bad either!” I grin at you but I blow you a kiss. “See you mean much more to me.. I didn’t give them any kisses..” I cant believe how good I feel, I feel as if I am drunk and the way you are looking at me I think I am drunk with emotions.
 
I smile as I sit next to you then I decide to try something. Slowly I raise my arm and wrap it over your shoulders and around you and I pull you into my side loosely.

"Now I am just cuddling you Tara so don't freak out now," I tell you as I snuggle you up against me. I can't believe how good you feel against me and as my mind wanders a little I wonder just how human the rest of your body feels, and how good you would look naked or even...

I quickly wipe that idea from my mind as we watch the Next Gen. I understand why Data is so important to her. A android trying to come to terms with his own emotions and understand humans at the same time. It must mirror her own life.

On an ad I looked at you. "Would you be like Data Tara? I mean he only has to see or hear a piece of music and he can play it flawlessly. Or shown a piece of art and he can reproduce it? I am wondering because if you can you would also be better than him. You see he had no emotion in him while you do. So unlike him you could create with the talents you learn. That can help you start to control your emotions as well I think? Also doing what Data did. Observe people and study them. Try to understand why they are feeling the way they are."

I left off talking and watched the rest of the episode in peace as I enjoyed being next to you and feeling your body heat sink into me.
 
I smile when I feel my giant putting his arm around my shoulders. I lean over into his big chest, laying my head on his upper chest, placing my hand on his chest next to my face. I can hear his heat beat “You must be excited … Your pulse is reaching one hundred and eight beats per minute.” I smile, speaking softly to my giant. My eyes travel down for his pulse wasn’t the only thing that was rising. I smile as I realize that I am turning this man on sexually.

His words comes to me but I don’t fear his touching me. In fact part of me wants to feel his hands exploring my flesh as I would be exploring his, but I say nothing as he continues to ask me about the Star Trek episode and my hunk dream man Data. He looks at me with that gentle face and ask me if I have the same ability as Data and his ability to mimic things he hears and see with exceptional skill. “Yes, I can as long as it is within my parameter guidelines of my processor. Which at the moment is somewhat damaged so I’m not sure on any of it really.” I inform him for I have never tried to mimic anything.

He comes quite when show comes back on but I can still feel his heated body responses of me being close to him. So I decided to help him with this dilemma of being shy.. This feels good to me for it has never happened to me in this manner. This was much nicer than being forced like I have been a few times in my travels. I smile again as I compare the difference and enjoy this manner much more. I lift my head, Taking his chin in my fingers I turn him toward me and place my lips against his. “Kiss me deeply.” I moan into the kiss.

My other hand moves down and begins to rub the length of his cock through the thick fabric of his jeans. I growl for I want to feel this skin against mine. I quickly unzip his pants and push my hand inside to where I feel his heat and the thick girth of his cock. My fingers takes a hold of his girth and brings his cock out from its confinement. I move my hand up and down his length slowly, I palm his thick mushroom head with my palm and fingers for a few moments before pushing my clenching fingers down his shaft. “Mmmm.” I moan into our deep kiss..
 
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